Villain's downfall

A side story in the universe of Hero University by u/BrokeBallBitch created with his permission and input.

One of the many fierce battles of that time took place in the middle of nowhere. The still-young but already strongest of heroes—at just twenty years old—First-Dimension, along with dozens of others, faced the terror of a cunning, brutal, and resourceful supervillain who had arrogantly named himself The God-Hand.

His powers were absurd and seemingly endless. From what the heroes could understand, he was able to add any property he wanted to everything he touched—making a sheet of paper more durable than a steel plate, turning lead into gold, or making the air around him so viscous that nothing could pass through.

Hundreds of portals opened and closed around him as attack after attack—explosions, projectiles, lasers, and more—rained down in an attempt to stop him from escaping. He had just stolen a prototype of a powerful weapon from a government secret military base. Yet nothing landed. The whole environment, even space itself, seemed to fight on his side.

“Is that all you’ve got, First-Dimension?” God-Hand sneered. “A bunch of losers not even worth glancing at? We are gods. Why should we concern ourselves with the laments and pleas of the weak? Why are you standing by their side when you could stand above them all?

Your foolish naivety concerns me, yet I can still respect your strength. Join me as an equal. Let’s destroy the shackles of the old world and build it anew according to our desires… or prepare to face your demise.”

“You’re dumber than you look, I must say,” First-Dimension replied. “Even if I ever wanted to rule the world, why would I do it with someone as awful as you? If you’re really as strong as you claim, go ahead. Yet here you are, stealing like a rat. You’re not a god—just a man.”

As First-Dimension spoke, a message came through his earpiece.

“Boss, the guys are getting tired. We’ve thrown everything we have at him, but there’s no end in sight. Not a drop of sweat on this bastard. Is he playing with us? What should we do?”

Irritated, First-Dimension thought to himself that if only he could face the villain alone—without playing defense or being restricted by the other heroes—he could finally go all out. What a legendary battle it could have been. At last, a worthy opponent to test him to the fullest. Surely he would win. Surely nobody could stop him.

“Keep attacking,” he exhaled. “Reinforcements are on the way. The final preparations are almost finished. We’ll catch him once and for all.”

“None of your attacks are working, yet you still persist,” God-Hand said with a smile. “A lack of reason… or are you trying to stall me? We should end this now.”

The moment the words left his mouth, First-Dimension reacted instantly, teleporting everyone out of danger. Less than a second later, a massive explosion erupted from the released potential of a small rock. When the blast faded, God-Hand was gone—another defeat handed to the heroes.

“Fuck… we lost him again,” raged the number one hero. His muscles flexed with anger and frustration. He hated losing, especially when he felt so powerless.

“If the plan had just been a little faster… if we had been just a little more prepared…”

“Boss, in this fight we got a better reading of his energy signatures. Voice analysis is in progress. We’re getting closer to locating him,” said his hot, slender secretary in a tight pencil skirt and a white, almost see-through blouse. She was in charge of data gathering during the mission. Her appearance and words improved his mood slightly, but the sense of imminent danger from the enemy still lingered.

“He got away with the weapon. We don’t know what he’s planning. I feel we need to find him faster. Allocate every available resource. This is our top priority.”

“On it, sir.”

A beautiful, voluptuous young mother in her early thirties walked away from the convenience store in the middle of the night. She wore comfortable yet tight jeans that accentuated her huge ass and a sweater that couldn’t hide her large breasts. Her children were growing up and getting on her nerves; this was the only time she could find some peace.

As she turned the corner, a muscular man in a tight suit, sporting a huge prominent bulge, bumped into her. It was probably because of her powers, which tended to activate when she wasn’t paying attention. They made her less noticeable to people despite her phenomenal attractiveness. Others quickly forgot about her once she was out of sight.

Still, that was no excuse to bump into a lady without apologizing. Since no apology came, Elisa voiced her discontent.

“Hey, sir. You should watch where you’re going.”

Someone with God-Hand’s stature and worldview would never pay attention to the complaints of a “little woman.” His mind was preoccupied with plans to turn the hero organization’s secret building into a bomb—one he had recently discovered thanks to his sidekick. He was one step closer to world domination. So he ignored her like an annoying fly.

CRUUUNCH.

At first, he didn’t register what had happened. Then a suffocating pain hit him like a truck. He looked down and saw a woman’s knee buried deep in his crotch.

He wasn’t the greatest villain of his time for nothing. Fighting his desire to collapse, he immediately tried to create a barrier between them, but his powers refused to activate. As his mind raced for a solution, Elisa spoke:

“Wow, still standing? You’re one tough guy. When I was in high school, boys would start crying for their balls immediately. Don’t worry, we’ll fix that.”

As God-Hand’s mind raced, pain and adrenaline flooded his system. Time slowed to a crawl. The horrifying realization hit him: it was his balls. A hit there had stripped him of his powers. He needed to call his sidekick right now. She was only five minutes away. Surely he could hold out that long.

“Ooh, you’re getting into a fancy fighting stance. I don’t think you feel very remorseful. Well, let’s make you apologize.”

Before God-Hand could react, Elisa launched her sneaker-clad foot right into his big, heavy balls, crushing them against his pelvis. Her massive breasts and ass jiggled heavily with the motion.

THWACK.

A silent scream tore from his mouth. No, not like this! Why is it so painful? Why can’t I do anything? Somebody please help me, this impudent bitch!

As he fell to his knees, clutching his battered balls, he thought of all the grueling training he had endured and how much people feared him. Summoning every bit of his strength, he tried to stand up while shouting:

“YOU PATHETIC, DUMB WHORE! DO YOU EVEN HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM? I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!”

CRUUUUUNCH.

Elisa’s ass jiggled again as she drove her knee into his balls from behind.

“Well, sooner or later you’ll learn your lesson. Let’s hear it.”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAA! MY BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLSSSSSSSS!”

God-Hand screamed in humiliating agony as he sobbed and cried.

“Okay, now we need you to properly apologize,” Elisa said, removing his hands from his groin and placing her foot on his balls. “I need you to say: ‘I am a weak little bitch, and I am sorry for all the things I have said and done.’”

“Never! I would never humiliate myself like this, not to a pathetic ant like you!”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Elisa grinned as she pressed her foot hard onto his left ball.

POP.

“MY BAAALLLLSSSSS!”

“Oooops, that didn’t sound good. I don’t think you have a lefty anymore, but I’m sure everything will be alright. So, what do you want to say?”

Deeply afraid and panicking, God-Hand tried to catch his breath through the pain. He managed only a stuttering response:

“I-i-i-i-i a-a-a-a-m a weak little bitch, and I-i-i-i am sorry for all the things I have said and done…”

“Good boy. You should have done that from the start.”

Elisa patted his head, humiliating him even further.

“Alright, handsome. You were fun to play with, but I’ve got to go. Call yourself an ambulance when you can move. I’m sure they’ll fix you.”

She said it with a sweet smile, then disappeared into the night.

Three more minutes passed. The sobbing villain heard the sound of heels clacking.

Oh my god, let it be Elena. Let it be her.

A very hot, red-haired young woman in high heels, with long legs and a tight dress that hugged her big, firm ass and impressive breasts, approached the sobbing man. His form looked very familiar to her.

“Boss, is that you? Oh god, what happened? Who attacked you? Are you okay? Let me look.”

Elena had a very special and useful power for God-Hand: she could read, delete, and rewrite people’s memories. As she touched his head, she instantly saw everything that had happened. Her face shifted from concern to raw disgust.

“You lost in thirty seconds and got your testicle popped by a regular housewife? Really? Aren’t you supposed to be the strongest there is?”

Every bit of respect and awe she had once felt for this man was almost gone.

“What is this pathetic sobbing just from some small woman hitting you in the balls? Remove your hands. Let me check the damage.”

Elena cupped and lightly squeezed his balls, producing another pained reaction. As she continued reading his mind, she discovered a crucial piece of information: male superpowers disappear when they are hit in the balls. She instantly understood that her master was now completely powerless—and that she could not allow the hero organization to get their hands on him.

As she turned his head toward her, he saw a gentle smile, but something cruel glinted in her eyes. At the same time, her hand began to squeeze harder.

“Master, you know… your balls—and with them, your powers—are in pretty rough shape. I believe only the best medics could help you, but that would risk you falling into the heroes’ hands. We can’t allow that, right?”

Her hand squeezed harder.

“Elena, what are you talking about? Just call an ambulance! I need my balls fixed no matter what!”

Her grip tightened even more. God-Hand began to cry in pain.

“Elena, what are you doing?! Stop it! IT HURTS! IT HURTS SO MUCH! PLEASE STOP!”

“Master, I’m sorry, but I don’t think you need these anymore. With only one left in decent condition, you’ll probably never be as powerful as before anyway. They’re giving you nothing but pain now. I’ll just remove them… and then you’ll peacefully forget you were ever God-Hand.”

“Elena, you’re joking, right? Right?!”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His mind could barely process it. Fear consumed him.

Her smile grew even wider. She took his right ball in her hand and squeezed with all her strength.

“NO, ELENA! PLEASE NOT LIKE THIS! I BEG YOU, NO! STOP IT! DON’T DO IT!”

As God-Hand sobbed, Elena put her entire strength into her grip.

POP.

As his last ball turned to mush God-Hand screamed from the top of his lungs before losing consciousness. Elena then began rewriting his memories.

“From now on, you are John. You never had any superpowers. You were never anyone special. Recently, you were accidentally castrated by some supervillainess. Now forget everything about God-Hand.”

With those words, she called an ambulance and walked away.

Elena’s fight with the hero organization was not over. But from that moment on, the name God-Hand—the name that once struck fear into every hero—disappeared from the story forever, ended by the foot of a random housewife.