Sacked by a Super Spy

*Hi guys, I was bored today and wrote this pretty fast. This might turn into a series depending on if people enjoy it or want more with this premise. In the meantime, check out the Ethan's Awful Summer series:* [*MASTER POST*](https://www.reddit.com/user/g00n4me/comments/1kju9x6/davegraves_ballbusting_tales_master_post/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button)

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In the world of organized crime, there is one name that strikes fear into the hearts of all men. They are a rogue organization of deadly female assassins. Once you’re in their sights… nothing can save you from The F.O.O.T. \[Female Operatives Opposing Terror\].

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Agent Mindy arrived at the designated location - the parking lot of an old crumbling warehouse on the outskirts of the city. It was after midnight and this place looked totally abandoned. This was no place for a lone woman at this hour.

Despite her unassuming physical presence, Mindy was a highly-skilled fighter. She packed a huge punch for a woman of only 5’4”, thanks to years of training at the F.O.O.T. Academy.  

Mindy had dyed hot-pink hair that cascaded past her shoulders in jagged tendrils. Her contacts were an inhuman shade of purple, thanks to her high-tech contact lenses that allowed her to lock onto targets while in combat. She wore a shimmering silver catsuit that was impenetrable to any bullet or knife. Lastly she wore black, rocket-powered boots that allowed her to glide around without a sound. 

A text message from an unknown number chimed on her untraceable spy phone. The message was just a single phone emoji. Mindy smirked, knowing exactly what to do. She’d seen a rusty old phone booth at the edge of the parking lot. 

She walked over while stretching out her muscles. Twirling her arms until they were nice and limber, then sliding into a split to get her legs warmed-up. She stepped into the booth and dialed the code she was given back at F.O.O.T. HQ.

“The team back at HQ must’ve hacked this system!” she thought to herself as the booth slowly sunk into the ground. Suddenly she was in a futuric elevator shaft lined with bright LED light. The elevator shaft went deeper and deeper down as Mindy readied herself for whatever would be waiting for her when the doors opened.

With a ding, the elevator doors opened into a bright white hallway. At the far end of the hallway were about eight armed soldiers. They were all huddled around a monitor screen, caught off guard by the elevator door’s chime. 

“Hi, boys!” Mindy beamed as her shimmering catsuit made her almost look like a mirage. 

The men scrambled to grab their weapons and charge at her. Mindy took a few seconds to size up her opponents. She counted eight soldiers, each geared up in identical navy-blue tactical suits. Their tops resembled bullet-proof vests with the cut-off sleeves. Each soldier wore a reflective helmet that obscured his face. Each carried an electric baton and had a handgun clipped to his belt. 

The first two soldiers came at Mindy with their batons outstretched, sparks zapping out the tip and sizzling the air. 100k volt shock in each zap. In one swift move, Mindy grabbed both men by their outstretched arms and swung them down into the other man’s groin. Their batons were still firing 100k volt shocks as they connected with the groin of their fellow soldier. 

The two soldiers sputtered and spasmed as their testicles were zapped and sizzled. Mindy held their arms firmly in place to make sure each of these men would not be getting back up any time soon. In no time, the pants of their tactical suits were smoking from the prolonged zaps. 

“Roasted peanuts, anyone?” Mindy snorted as she addressed the flailing men. 

Just as the two soldiers with roasted nuts crumbled to the floor, a third soldier leaped at Mindy trying to choke her by the neck. She ducked at just the right moment and the soldier went crashing into the closing elevator doors behind her. His helmet hit the steel door with a clang.

Just as he was regaining his bearings, head still rattling, the steel doors of the elevator began to close. Terrible timing for this poor soldier, the doors closed right on the pronounced bulge of his military tactical pants, trapping his manhood. He howled in pain, trying to tug his nuts out of the closed-shut elevator doors. Mindy smirked as she saw the desperate soldier. With a laugh, she hit the elevator ‘up’ button and watched on as the man was dragged up the wall by his nutsack… The remaining men all shouted in terror as the elevator continued to rise. 

"Going up!" Mindy laughed unsympathetically.

The fourth soldier also came at Mindy swinging, but he was no match for her. She easily disarmed his baton and sent him crashing into the hallway wall. He slid to the floor and landed on all fours. Mindy whipped around and saw a golden opportunity to practice her punting skills. 

She let her high-tech boot fly, aiming directly between the fallen soldier's legs. As soon as she kicked, Mindy felt the boots automatically lock onto their targets and speed up with an extra rocket boost. She punted the dude square in the sack from behind, flipping him upside down and pinning him to the wall by the balls. His bulge was trapped beneath her steel-toed booth.

“Touch down!” Mindy gloated sarcastically.  

The man howled in pain as two new soldiers grabbed Mindy from both sides. They yanked her away, sending her crashing into the other wall of the narrow hallway. Mindy slid to the floor, faking a head injury and letting soldier five and six approach her.

The soldiers towered over her, looking down at this “weak” woman and laughing to themselves. As soon as they got close, Mindy smirked and launched both of her fists up. She uppercutted both men in their sacks, making sure for each man - both balls were thoroughly crunched against his pelvis. They squealed like pigs as they both tipped backwards and stumbled to the floor. All that training made Mindy’s fists deadly weapons capable of rupturing a man’s testes with a single punch. Six down, two to go.

“Like plucking grapes!” Mindy smirked as she eyed up the remaining men. 

Mindy scrambled back to her feet and started to charge at the final two soldiers. They were also running at Mindy, this time they had their guns drawn. Mindy ducked and dived as their shots bounced, missing her each time. “They must be nervous.” she thought to herself and laughed. 

She grabbed both men by their helmets and cracked their heads into each other. The two men bounced off one another as Mindy grabbed a man in each fist and punched them into their respective walls of the narrow hallway.

The men sank to the floor grabbing at their cracked helmets. Beneath the dark glass she could see their terrified faces. She looked at both targets and jumped into the splits, her rocket boots adding extra impact as both men’s groins were pummeled into the cold concrete floor. She held the splits and giggles, soaking in their cries for mercy as both men clutched at their pinned manhoods. Their muscular arms struggling to pry her robo-boots from their groins.

“Lovely singing voices, boys!” Mindy teased as the men’s high-pitched squeaks were cut short with a grind and twist of her boots. The men fainted. That was easy!

Mindy got to her feet and surveyed her handy-work. Eight men all on the floor clutching their battered balls, most still unconscious from the testicular trauma. She spotted the one man who was still conscious, one of the victims of her uppercut.

He was still rolling on the floor groaning when he noticed Mindy standing over him, hands on her hips. She had grabbed a gun off the fallen soldiers and was aiming it square at his package. 

“Your vests might be bulletproof, but are your pants?” Mindy asked with a sly smirk.

The man was torn, he wanted to surrender, but he couldn't bring himself to raise his hands in defeat and leave his manhood exposed. 

“Alright! Alright! I surrender, please don’t shoot off my nuts!” The soldier cowered in fear. Mindy just scoffed, what a wimp.

“Take off your helmet.” Mindy ordered. The man obliged without hesitation. 

When the metal helmet came off, Mindy actually thought this guy was pretty handsome. He was young for an operative, probably in his late-20s. He had greasy blonde hair that nearly reached his shoulders and was dripping sweat from being so nervous. 

“What’s your name, soldier?” Mindy boomed, her gun still pointed right at the man’s most vulnerable spot.

“It’s Stevens! Lieutenant Stevens!” The man blurted out, hoping his compliance would spare him from losing his manhood for good.

“Alright Stevens, listen up. I need all the files from that monitor over there and you’re going to help me get them.” Mindy glared daggers at him as she spoke. She walked Stevens to the monitor at the far end of the hallway and kneed him in the nuts to get him to sit in the chair.

“Sorry Stevens, they’re just easy targets.” Mindy winked as she prodded him to boot up the computer. Stevens nursed his tender nuts with one hand and started typing with the other. 

Mindy was giddy as Stevens opened the computer and located all of the files Mindy’s boss had asked for. She learned a lot just by scanning through these top secret files. The organization she had infiltrated was called the “Blue Serpents” and they were one of the biggest hit-man for hire clubs in the globe.

“Ha! You guys are supposed to be hit men? Why on Earth would you hire a man for that? I mean you boys all go down from a single punch in the gonads!” Mindy snorted with laughter.

Stevens took this moment of distraction to try and make a move. He lunged towards Mindy and knocked the gun out of her hand. It glamoured to the floor and he dove down to follow it. Mindy didn’t even bother following him to the floor, instead she just stood there tapping her foot.

As Stevens grabbed the gun from under the desk, he was in a familiar and compromising position - on his knees, on all fours. Before he could cock the gun, he felt something firmly press into his ballsack from behind. Mindy cleared her throat, annoyed.

Stevens knew he’d fucked up instantly. It was the steel prongs of their Serpent issued batons.

“No! Please! I won’t try anything again, I swear!” The fallen soldier started to beg and cry, scared of having his nuts fried into oblivion. 

“Well, it looks like I have everything I came for, so I won’t really be needing you anymore!” Mindy chuckled as she transferred all the top secret files onto her spy device. 

Stevens pissed his pants hearing her wicked chuckle, she definitely wasn’t one to grant mercy. With that, Mindy scoffed at his pathetic accident and let the baton charge to life. She pressed the zapping baton down into his sack even harder, watching him seize and shriek.

Every minute or so, she’d take the baton off to let him catch his breath. She never gave him long enough to recover before it was another 100k volts to his nuts. The dude was whimpering and screaming like a banshee, but none of his fallen brothers woke to help him.

After another 20 minutes of torture, Mindy was getting bored. Stevens had pissed himself and came in his pants from the constant zapping on his manhood. Finally, he lost consciousness and fell limp, still half under the desk.

Mindy calmly walked back to the elevator and over the eight fallen men. When the elevator door dinged open, sticky blood lined the steel edge of the door panels.

“Ew, gross.” Mindy groaned as she stepped over the unlucky soldier who was castrated by the elevator. 

As she reached the surface again, she got another message from HQ.

“Not bad for your first mission!” with an UP arrow emoji.