Helen, smiling sweetly, grabbed him by the balls.

He staggered, but the movement didn’t break her grip.  He swung, and she bent low, taking advantage of his height.  She passed between his legs, almost swinging, pulling his dangling bits backward toward his asshole, and led him to bend far enough forward that he fell onto his hands and one knee.

“If you fight her, she’ll do permanent damage,” Gordon said.  “Ease up, Helen?  I think he’s willing to cooperate.”

Wildbow, Twig, 2.02