Revenge is a Dish Best Served With Nuts! (A Helluva Boss story)

***A/N: This is a fic featuring Sallie May and Millie. As Sallie is a transgender character, I tried my best to use the correct labels and such, but let me know if I messed one up or something. Also, some slight cb in this one as well, just fyi. Anyways, onto the story!***



In all honesty, Sallie May should’ve seen it coming. Millie asking for her help with something out by the barn? Millie never asked for help, but Sallie hadn’t remembered that little tid-bit until it was too late.





She never should’ve let her guard down around Millie anyhow, especially with how protective she was with her husband, the same imp Sallie had nearly castrated during the Pain Games just the day before. Poor guy was still laid up in his and Millie’s room, a bag of ice pressed up against his swollen balls. Sallie didn’t feel too awful bad about it, to be honest. The Pain Games were named pretty aptly after all, and to join in was to put your body at risk. Admittedly though, she could’ve been a bit easier on his nuts (though it did feel pretty good when she stomped on his sack and could feel his pair squash beneath her heel, but that was besides the point.)





Really, all things considered, Sallie was practically begging for some recourse from Millie. She just figured Millie would be too busy attending to her hubby, and put it to the back of her head.





The thought of possible vengeance from her sister only came roaring back to the forefront of her mind when she and Millie entered the store barn and Sallie suddenly felt a 2x4 swing up between her legs and into her unprepared balls, flattening her berries till they were almost juiced.





Now, Sallie had suffered her fair share of nut shots before (unsurprisingly, most denizens of Hell weren’t fond of people like her), and she was proud to say she’d learned how to be able to take them fairly well (not to say they weren’t still agonizing, because they were.) But the moment Millie removed the plank from between her legs, Sallie couldn’t help but instantly collapse to her knees, hands clutching desperately at her groin to try and assuage the pain. It was only her extensive experience with ball ache that kept her from crying out.





“What tha fuck Millie!!??” She hissed instead, pushing back the tears that threatened to spring from her eyes.





“Ah, that felt good.” The shorter imp replied, grinning down at her sister with the board she’d just cracked her nuts with over one shoulder. “How the girls feel, Sallie?”





“Tha fuck is your-!? Sallie was interrupted when Millie reached out a hand and shoved her, sending her sprawling. Sallie barely managed to catch herself with both hands, inadvertently leaving her nutsack defenseless. The married imp swiftly took advantage of that, swinging her 2x4 like a golf club and crushing both of her sister’s nuts up against her pelvis, flattening them to a mere fraction of their usual size.





“FUUUCK!!” Sallie immediately cried out, the agony proving too much as she immediately clutched her tenderized meatballs, rolling onto her side as she curled into the fetal position. Despite herself, tears sprung to May’s eyes as she tried to fight through the pain assailing her nethers.





Millie let out a whistle, grinning down at her crumpled form. “Damn, that was a good shot. Really crushed ‘em that time, eh Sallie?”





“F-fuck you.” She groaned, glaring up at the married imp.





Millie tutted softly, shaking her head. “Well, they must not be hurtin’ that bad then.” She smirked maliciously, an evil glint in her eye as she hefted the 2x4 once more.





With one foot, she rolled Sallie onto her back. The transgender imp held out her hands, placatingly, no doubt in an (ultimately futile) effort to dissuade her sister.





“Mils, wai-!”





\*Wham!!!\*





The wooden plank slammed into her balls with all the kindness of a 12 pound hammer, the force of which actually moved Sallie a few inches back, her unfortunate testicles flattened into two nutty pancakes for a solid couple of seconds. Sallie couldn’t help but shriek, her voice two pitches higher than usual as she clutched her severely battered orbs, writhing on the ground as the agony racked her entire body.





“Fu-uck! M-my balls!”





Standing above her, Millie let out a chuckle, drawing Sallie’s tear-stained eyes to her.





“Ya know, it’s been a while since I’ve really worked over a pair of nuts that wasn’t Moxxie’s.” As she spoke, she kicked Sallie’s hands away before stepping on top of her battered nutsack, squashing the twin orbs into the dirt. Letting out a keening wail, May shot up into a sitting position, grasping fruitlessly at Millie’s foot in a vain attempt to pry it off.





“M-my balls! M-M-Millie, my b-balls!”





“Huh. That’s funny.” Millie replied, tone suddenly humorless as she stared down at Sallie’s pleading, agonized expression with a cold gaze. “That’s something like what mah hubby said when you were crushing \*his\* balls!” She emphasized ‘his’ with a harsh stomp to the berries that had May crying out in pain, quickly re-doubling her efforts to get Millie off, to no avail.





In the back of her head, she remembered how things had played out the day before.





She'd seen Moxxie get bodily knocked to the ground, the city imp taking deep gasping breaths as he laid in the mud, bumps and bruises covering his body. His legs were spread somewhat, inadvertently leaving his balls utterly defenseless. A bad decision, and one he just had to pay the price for.





He hadn’t even noticed her approach until she was already standing between his legs, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion slightly as he met her smug gaze. Then he saw her leg was lifted up, his eyes widening as he saw her heel positioned directly above his nutsack. He opened his mouth, but before a single word could leave his lips, she stomped.





\*CRU-SQUELCH!\*





Funny how things work out. Yesterday, Moxxie had frantically tried to get her off of his nuts as she crushed them into dinner plates. Now, Sallie was in his position, working desperately to get Millie off of her incredibly flattened balls. The irony was certainly not lost on her.





Frantically, Sallie glanced around in a desperate bid for something, anything she could use to help get her older sister off. Eventually, her gaze landed on Millie’s own smooth crotch, mere inches away from Sallie’s nose.





A metaphorical light bulb went off in her head. A moment later, her fist rocketed up between Millie’s thighs in a vicious uppercut with enough force to send the imp stumbling back a few steps.





“Fuck!” The assassin grunted, one hand clasped to her pussy while the other clenched into a fist. With strength she didn't know she had, Sallie managed to clamber to her feet, one hand wrapped protectively around her sack while the other similarly clenched into a fist.





“H-how’d that f-feel, Mils?” Sallie asked, lips pulled into a somewhat smug smile. Sure, she felt like keeling over from the agony emanating from her groin, but she wouldn’t let that stop her.





“Not nearly as bad as what I’m gonna do to you.” The shorter imp replied, bringing both hands up as she crouched slightly. For a moment, Sallie wondered what was up with her strange pose, only to realize a moment later what the purpose of it was when Millie suddenly lunged towards her.





Unable to dodge, the two imps collided, Sallie subsequently hitting the ground back first and just like that, the fight was on!





The two fought ferociously for minutes on end, doing anything and everything they could to get the upper hand. Arms were bitten, knees were thrust between thighs, and punches rained down onto both participants. Sallie fought like the Devil himself, even managing to get in a few low blows on her older sister, but it wasn’t enough. Millie was already a formidable opponent as it was, add in the fact that Sallie had taken numerous nutshots already, and she was very much fighting a losing battle.





Eventually, she ended up getting thrown flat on her back, Millie landing on her a moment later to jam a knee up between her thighs. Her balls were immediately flattened to a mere fraction of their usual plumpness, eliciting a shrill wail from the younger imp as she frantically tried and failed to push Millie off.





The older imp gave a small grin of victory as she further grinded her thigh into May's nuts, cruelly rearranging the twin orbs and eliciting a strangled mewl from the younger imp. Chuckling, the assassin brought her leg back for another harsh knee.





Luckily for Sallie (and her swollen balls), she wouldn’t get the chance.





“What in Satan’s name is going on here?!”





Both siblings froze as the voice of their mother shouted from behind them. Tentatively looking back, they both saw Mama Lin standing at the entrance to the store barn, glaring at them both with her arms crossed beneath her sizable tits.





In a surprising show of speed (especially considering how many hits both parties had taken), Millie and Sallie stood up from their tangled-together positions on the floor (albeit still curled in on themselves a bit due to the lingering pain from the low blows they’d both received), faces down and arms at their sides. Mama Lin was not one who got mad often, so when she did, it was in the best interest of everyone within 2 square miles to shut up and listen.





Lin stalked forward, coming to stand before the two siblings. Her gaze washed over Millie before moving to Sallie, lingering for a moment on her visibly swollen crotch before she let out a sigh.





"Millie..." She spoke, tone one of warning. "What did ya promise Moxxie?"





Sallie furrowed her brow in confusion. Millie merely let out a long-suffering sigh.





"...not tah get revenge..."





Sallie's eyes widened slightly, taking in the fact that apparently Moxxie, the very guy she'd nearly castrated the day before, had had Millie promise not to get revenge. Why? He should've been the one wanting vengeance most of all...





"And what did you do?" Lin's question broke Sallie from her thoughts, the inquiry so pointed that it could've stabbed someone.





"...try tah get revenge..."





"Exactly."





\*WHUMP!\*





With all the strength of a raging bull and the finesse of a martial artist, Lin suddenly swung her foot into Millie's crotch, the force of the blow lifting her daughter off her toes with an agonized squeak, pussy completely crushed against the toe of her boot. Drawing her leg back, the matriarch allowed Millie to fall to her knees, cunt clutched in both hands as she tipped forward, ass in the air and face planted firmly in the dirt as she moaned in pain. Sallie held back an awed whistle. She often forgot just how infamous her ma had been back in the day for her skills in busting.





"Now," Lin spoke, dusting herself off before glaring down at Millie's crumpled form. "When you can feel ya legs again, I suggest you go and apologize to ya husband for breaking ya promise. Okay?" It was phrased like a question, though the one of voice implied it really wasn't.





Millie let out a muffled groan as she ever-so-slightly nodded. Nodding back, Lin then turned to Sallie.





"And Sallie?"





"Hm?"





\*CRUNCH!\*





Before she could blink, Lin threw a devastating kick into Sallie's ballbag, squashing them flat as paper against her pelvis. For one horrible, agonizing moment, Sallie was perched atop her mother's foot, the toe of Lin's boot digging deep into her scrambled nutsack as her feet scrambled for purchase, only finding nothing but air. Her eyes were wide in shock and pain, mouth hanging open as her brain tried to process the agony and nausea.





The matriarch then withdrew her foot, allowing May to fall mercifully to the floor, landing in a heap as she desperately clutched her battered and bruised balls.





"Try to go easier on Moxxie's nuts in the future, okay dear?" She inquired, smiling lightly like she hadn't just crushed her daughter's balls. "I'd still like to have some more grandchildren in the future."





With that, she turned and walked out the door, leaving her two children to writhe and moan in their genital-based agony.