She-Orc's Brutal Fighting

In the forested lands of Braylath was settled an orc tribe. They had raided nearby towns for decades, causing untold strife, misery, and bloodshed.
Among these savage orcs was the daughter of a captured concubine and the chieftain, Hrazba.
From birth the half-orc, Zendra, was treated as little more than a nuisance.
She was not as strong as the full orcs nor as hardy and to top it off she was a girl.
The tribe was fiercely patriarchal. Female orcs were expected to be little more than breeding sows and care givers.
There was one thing Zendra had over the rest of the tribe however and that was her wit.
The girl was keen of mind even from a young age and she always plotted for something greater.
All through her youth she was tormented particularly by the two most promising warriors, Brogg and the large Devgar.
They would hound her with insults and lewd remarks, demeaning her for her sex and her status as a half-breed.
Zendra by all accounts was beautiful for a half-orc, she was tall with dark green skin and thick, matted black hair. She was ample of figure and had wide hips and two very large breasts.
Every orc desired her but she would have nothing to do with them.
The only thing that kept the orcs from ravishing her was her status as a chieftain's daughter, half-breed bastard or not, that much respect was given to her.
Or at least that was until Devgar challenged Hrazba to a duel. Such a thing could not be refused and the two battled for the clan.
In the end Devgar ran Hrazba through with a long and cruel sword. Zendra’s world was crushed that day. Suddenly she could be forced to be a concubine at any time.
It was the day after her father’s death when Devgar and Brogg passed her.
“Look at this fine bitch!” Devgar bellowed and grabbed one of Zendra’s breasts roughly.
The gasp of shock and revolt from the half-orc did nothing to dissuade the new chief.
“I’d love to fill this one up with a couple little soldiers!” Brogg replied and painfully grabbed down on her ass.
“Say, be a good little whore and bring yourself to my tent tonight” Devgar said in a tone that was a clear threat.
The half-orc woman didn’t dare move out of fear of retaliation.
“That’s a good slut!” Growled the large orc as he slapped her pussy.
Zendra winced from the pain as the pair of males walked away laughing in terrible merriment.
Terror first seized the half-orc’s heart but after a the shock faded her fear was replaced by a burning need for revenge.
She was the daughter of a chief and was as well versed in combat as any orc, swift as the wind and strong enough to crush a man’s skull with her bare hands.
The smart woman tapped into that wit of hers and schemed a devious plan, she would take out both Devgar and Brogg and reclaim her clan.
She tended to her duties and then elusive as a shadow began trailing her first victim.
Brogg was perhaps one of the stupidest orcs in all of the clan. He slacked on his duties, drank more than his fair share and generally was worthless in all things not related to bloodshed.
So Zendra watched and waited, patiently watching the idiot go about his uneventful day until she could get him alone.
It came at about mid-day.
Brogg switched to lookout duty at the camp’s outpost.
Naturally he hardly payed attention and lazed about.
Zendra saw many opportunities but waited for a better one, she had one chance to make this right and she needed it to go perfectly.
Suddenly Brogg got up with a start and headed to the bushes.
The half-orc stalked in, quiet as a leopard and peered at the male.

He had his trousers around his legs and his manhood was on full display. There was a steady tinkling sound as Brogg listened to nature’s call.She saw then two large swinging eggs between the orcs legs and remembered moments back to her youth. A den mother explaining to her how boys and girls were different and that males were weak between the legs. The den mother had said it with a smirk and now Zendra shared that smirk. Another memory flashed of her in a rage kicking a brutish bully in the groin in her youth.
He had let out a deathly squeak and fell to the floor defeated, her father had just laughed and called the boy a fool.Now her plan was fully realized.
Zendra took her vengeance quickly, Brogg had just finished making water and she seized more than just the opportunity.
The half-orc ran from her cover in the nearby foliage and shot out her well-toned leg with all her might!
The resounding impact of her thick leather boots crushing Brogg’s large orc nuts could be heard for miles!
The male felt as his egg-shaped jewels were pushed and squished horribly upward! For a brief moment the nuts nearly flattened before rocketing upward and practically back into the orc’s body!
His legs buckled slightly as his brain seemed to be processing the pain, then his hands reached for his stomach as he hunched over. Finally after what seemed like a second or so, Brogg’s legs completely gave out and he fell flat onto his face.Zendra laughed at the pathetic sight, the proud warrior’s ass up in the air and his face flat in the dirt. A low and pathetic groan escaped the downed orc.
Another chance for Zendra.
She backed up a step or so and then charged!
The half-orc gave another kick that any male would be terrified to witness!
Zendra’s foot smacked into the delicate ballbag with such a force that it lifted Brogg’s lower half into the air! The normally green eggs were beginning to turn a deep bruised purple.
When Brogg landed he began to heave for a moment before his hands shakily tried to cover his balls.
Zendra wanted to torment him more! She walked over to the still downed creature and knocked him over on his back.
Brogg couldn’t focus for a moment as the pain throbbed from his groin to his gut and finally to his head!
Eventually his eyes went a little wider,
“Z-zendra…..my...” His normally booming voice had become little more than a kitten-like mewl.
She shut him up with a hammer fist directly to his roughed up orbs!
He gave a high-pitched howl of agony as the edge of Zendra’s fist squashed his sac flat for a moment.
Again his hands went to his battered pearls as he rolled around in pain on the grass.
“You’re what Brogg?” Zendra taunted her voice completely venomous.
Brogg tried to speak but his voice just came out as a whine.
“Your stupid balls?” She punctuated the sentence with a knuckle punch to his groin.
Brogg’s hands barely helped as a defense for his treasured manhood and he swore for a moment one nut had ruptured.
For a brief moment his whole body scrunched up and he tried to go full fetal but Zendra kept him from doing so.
‘I thought that being a male was best in life,” Her voice trailed off tauntingly, “But all I see is a big dangling weakness between your legs.”
A gut-ripping squeeze followed her statement as her fingers began to dig into the orc’s swollen nut meat.
All the orc could do was thrash pathetically and half scream half cough.
Zendra savagely tugged upward on Brogg’s scrotum and the male felt bile fill the back of his throat.
His nut chords began to burn in agony as his ballbag was pulled harder and harder.
Despite the pain, an animalistic instinct made Brogg lift his hips with his balls in a desperate attempt to keep his fertility from being completely destroyed!
“ZENDRA STOP” He managed to roar out though it still sounded choked in agony.
“Confess then,” She said digging her nails further into the spongy orbs, “Confess your inferiority”
Despite the pain, both his pride as an orc and more so his pride as a male kept Brogg’s mouth shut tight.
She released his bulging nutbag from her grip, causing his lower half to smack back into the dirt.
Brogg let out another whimper that seemed to catch in his throat.
Zendra stood and loomed high above him for a moment.
The orc realized her intentions to late and all he could do was shake his head as a plea of mercy.
With a flex of her thigh her foot came rocketing down onto the orc’s plums, squishing them into the ground.
She felt them squirming around, trying desperately to find anyway to escape the crushing pressure.
Zendra shifted her weight around and giggled as the nuts rolled around in their fleshy container.
Brogg thrashed his head against the ground as the agony welled up in his gut.
Then the half-orc began putting all of her weight on the right side of her foot.
Brogg felt his right nut being squeezed harder and harder. His eyes rolled back into his head as the pain became unbearable.
Just a little more, Zendra could feel it wriggling desperately to escape.

SPLURT

The right ball gave out completely, its contents spilling inside the orc’s nutbag.
She poked and prodded the rent nutmeat with her foot until she was sure it was nothing but a pile of goo.
She made a mocking, pouting face, “Looks like no little orcs from this brave soldier anymore.”
Brogg made no remark towards the comment, his head was thrown back and drool was beginning to escape his lips.
“Hey I’m not done with you!” Zendra shouted with a sharp kick to his remaining nut.
It was enough to make the orc stir and sputter in pain.
Brogg through the daze of his mind felt waves of nausea surge into his brain.
His body writhed as the pain flowed back into his waking mind, the burning sensation of his completely flattened nut struck him like a lightning bolt.
“There we goooo” Zendra cooed, “Good morning!”
She finished the sentence with a girlish giggle.
The downed orc just groaned, a deep primal rumble of defeat.
“Sorry, you’re not getting off the hook and neither is this little guy!”
She jabbed a sharp thumbnail at the orc’s swollen, remaining nut!
The orc could hardly register more pain but his body still shuddered in response to the rough treatment of the spongy appendage.
Brogg was taking large and rapid inhales through his mouth, the pain completely taking over his body’s functions.
“When do you think this one will give Brogg?” The sadistic half-orc woman mused.
If Brogg tried to say something it only came out as dazed blubbering.
She wrapped one of her hands around the base of the large orc scrotum and pulled the nut forward so it bulged outward. Then the half-orc clamped her other hand around the now trapped nut and slowly began squeezing it.
She could feel the rubbery plum squirm around in her grasp. The nut bulged in strange directions in a vain attempt to save it from the building pressure.
Brogg’s eyes lay half open, his mouth hanging agape but he had the aura of a corpse about him.
Zendra felt the teste tremble slightly as it’s fleshy walls began to give.
Then in an instant she felt the oval shaped egg splatter in her hand!

SPLAT!

Roughly she dug her fingers into the mushy pile of nut meat, making sure the thing was crushed to goo in its meatbag.

Then she looked at the pathetic figure of Brogg, now with an empty sack and permanently flaccid cock.
With a laugh and toss of her hair the female orc walked away, she had more business to attend to.

* * *

She came in under the guise of night.
It was cold and few stars were shinning.
Devgar was not asleep and when she entered his tent he made no indication of surprise.
“I am due just vengeance for my father, I challenge you for the tribe.” Zendra growled, her tone full of all her fury.
The orc rose and he stood more than half a foot taller than her. He was incredibly broad and every part of his body was covered in thick corded muscle.
His baritone voice filled the room, “You are nothing but a woman and a whelp. Leave now, before I decide I would rather you dead.”
Zendra drew the longsword that hung at her side with a dramatic flourish.
Devgar’s eyes widened for a moment in surprise before it was replaced by a seething anger.
He took up his own weapon, a bastard sword that flashed with a wicked edge.
The flaps of the tent entrance blew in the wind and for a moment everything was still.
Zendra made the first strike, a powerful forward thrust.
Devgar parried the strike and tried to counter with a thrust of his own.
The smaller half-orc dodged out of the way and tried to advance with a flurry of strikes.
Devgar was forced on the defensive and he was surprised at the effort it took to fend of Zendra’s attacks.
With a growl he threw half of his weight behind an overhead swing, twisting his whole body for momentum.
Zendra ducked low as the blade sheared through the tent cloth behind her.
The clever fighter saw her opportunity the and brought the hard pommel of her blade swinging upward into the orc chieftain’s nuts!
The impact sounded out through the room and there was another pause.
A slight whine came from Devgar and he tumbled backwards clutching at his groin.
He had not prepared for such a foul tactic. He felt the pain radiate from his groin into his stomach and he began to feel mildly nauseous.
“Hmm I’m surprised” Zendra said with feigned shock, “No protection.”
The simple taunt earned Devgar’s ire and the bait was successful!
The chieftain gave another roar and swung out with his bastard sword, completely overextending and exposing himself.
Zendra danced around the blade with a graceful fury and used momentum to shove her boot directly into Devgar’s balls!
This time the orc roared in pain but it came out a couple octaves high than normal.
Zendra had to stifle a laugh as she saw water welling up in the ferocious warrior’s eyes.
“You foul bitch!” Devgar bellowed as he reared back for a great overhead swing of his blade.
And Zendra knew the fight was over then and there. She rushed him with a burst of speed he could scarcely have imagined and brought her knee snapping up into his plums!

The air blasted out of Devgar’s lungs with a hiss and his sword slipped from his grasp.
With a great thud the massive orc landed square on his back as his hands went to clutch at his bruised and pummeled balls.
She stood over the larger orc triumphant and slammed her heel down hard on the chief’s squishy groin.
Devgar reeled his head back in another wail of agony.
His whole form heaved up and down with the strain from the sensations his balls were feeling.
Zendra rocked her foot back and forth, shifting her weight around on the spongy nuts.
Devgar squirmed underneath her weight but pathetically could not pull himself from under her.
Moving around just made his nuts burn all the worse and the more his nuts burned the less strength he felt like he had.
Devgar coughed and mustered his greatest bellow but it was clear his torment was getting the best of him.
“You foolish males are all the same.” She punctuated herself with a snap kick, “All balls and no bite”
Something about the way she said that last word made Devgar’s blood run icy cold.
The half-orc bent down and despite his situation Devgar oogled at the slim but ample build of the half-breed.
She slid off his pants which exposed a semi-drooling cock.
Zendra looked at Devgar’s face for a brief moment with a look that said Really? Before grabbing the base of his scrotum.
The orc winced at the treatment of his malehood and watched with baited breath at what the vengeful female would do.
With her other hand she began slapping the bulging oval organs with a savage intensity.
Devgar’s entire body shook with each earth shattering slap.The sound of hard bone smacking against the squishy globes was always followed by a deep inhale from the larger orc.
His vision began to tunnel and he thought he might lose the contents of his stomach.
“Oh no no,” Zendra said, barely audible to the semi-delirious orc, “Can’t have you blacking out just yet.”
She stopped her slapping but began digging her thumb into the orcs nads and swishing them around brutally.
The new wash of white hot nut pain brought the orc back to a state of focus.
When he looked down he saw his nuts starting to change to a darker purple from the physical damage and lack of oxygen.
“Well I’m glad I’m no male” Zendra said with another painful slap straight into the orc’s swollen plums, “Because these things can be kicked, bruised and even crushed”
Devgar’s figure seemed to shrink and he shook his head violently.
“N-no,”
Zendra leaned in while he was speaking and traced her cheek along his thick member “I’ll give you anything even the tribe.”
“Oh I’ll be taking the tribe,” Said Zendra matter-o’-factly, “And these!”
With one swift movement she fit her mouth around Devgar’s brutalized orc-makers.Even just resting on the half-orcs pointy teeth sent fiery shocks of pain through Devgar’s balls and up his spine!She started to bite down and move her head side to side gently.
The piercing pain was like nothing Devgar had ever felt before and he had fought in many many battles.
The pain became a sharp ringing throughout his entire body as he watched in horror for his reproductive future.
Then throwing her head up and using her lower tusk like jaws, Zendra bit through the base of the orc’s nutbag and completely shredded the cords that held Devgar’s nuts.
The sound of ripping flesh could be heard through out the tent.
With a sickening twist and pull of her head, Zendra completely bit off Devgar’s nuts, castrating him.
The orc looked at her, looked at is meatbag hanging gorily from her mouth, gave one more heave and passed out on the ground.
With a bloody and terrible grin, Zendra tied her new found trophy to her belt as a warning to all foes would dare come against her next.
The half-orc gave a mighty roar of victory and she new that she would face no claims to her title as chief for a long, long time.

A Teacher's Hard Lesson

Matt grumbled as he made his way into the teacher's house. His parent's car zipped away behind him, giving him no option but to enter the dreaded place.
He had failed his physics test three times in a row, now he was forced into tutoring.
Ms.Byrne was notorious for being harsh on her students and he was no exception. That was why it surprised him when she opened the door with a pleasant smile.
He balked a little at what she was wearing. Ms.Byrne was already an attractive woman, she had long raven hair that she kept tied up in a ponytail and her face was framed with a small pair of glasses. But today she wore a woman's business suit that seemed to extenuate her curvaceous figure. The suit was all black and had a matching skirt that cut off at her knees. On her lips was a velvety red lipstick that to Matt, gave her a lewd appearance.
Normally Matt would stand a little taller than her, however she seemed to loom over him thanks to her wearing some sleek black stilettos.
"Oh hello Matt! Come in, come in" She said ushering him into the home.
The house was perfectly tidy and full of well kept furniture.
"I've readied everything in the kitchen so just go and sit in their for me." Something about her being so cheerful set Matt on edge.
Still he thought better than disobeying her, he made his way into the kitchen and sat himself at the rather large nearby wooden table.
In front of him was a large physics textbook, turned to a page about vectors.
Vectors?
Matt scratched his head trying to think about what that word meant, he had heard it in class but it wasn't ringing a bell.
His thoughts were interrupted by the clacking of heels on the tile floor.
"I see you've already seated yourself and found the book." Her voice was warm but authoritative.
"Y-yes." Was all Matt could muster.
"Now, you must know why you are here...you've failed our unit test three times while other students are far past this lesson now. We need to catch you up before you fail the class completely."
Matt felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment at his failure being brought up so easily.
"Don't worry, you're far from the first student I've had to do this with." Something about her tone during that seemed off to Matt.
"Now," She continued "Let's start your lesson."
'Kay...." Was the most enthusiastic response the youth could muster.
She sat on the opposite side of the table from him.
A brief moment of silence was shared before she leaned forward and tapped the first question on the page.
Matt tried to focus but when she leaned forward he could see down her shirt and right at her bouncing and heavy breasts.
To his shock and arousal she wasn't wearing a bra, allowing him to see her pert nipples.
His face began to flush and he tried to focus but he could only hear half the words.
"Matt.....Matt! Are you listening? You need to pay attention young man. You can't afford another failure." She chided
"Sorry.." He grumbled half-heartedly.
She began speaking again but as before Matt's eyes wandered to her supple breasts swaying with each of her words.
"Now, true or false a vector is a quantity that has both a direction and a magnitude."
"Uhhhh." The youth scoured his brain for any inkling of an answer. His thinking to a noticeable pause.
"Faaalse?" He said with complete uncertainty.
His stomach sank a little as Mrs.Brynes gave a heavy sigh and leaned back in her chair.
Matt faintly heard his teacher whisper under her breath,
"I'd hoped we could've gotten farther without this method."
"W-wha-" Was all he managed to get out before he felt the agonizing point of a stiletto being driven into his groin.
Matt's voice shot up two octave and he looked at her with wide and confused eyes.
"What the hell are you doing?" He squeaked in a panic.
"Helping you focus," Ms.Bryne said with an icy tone.
She drove her heel deeper into the boys squishy genitals,
"Clearly you can't focus without some motivation.
Matt gave a whimper and shook his head, trying to block out what was happening to him. Unfortunately he couldn't deny reality and was forced to focus in on the teacher's words.
"Now let's try another question shall we?"
"P-please...stop" Matt groaned.
In response he felt the point of the heel drive deeper into his balls again.
The breath left him as stinging pain writhed throughout his body.
"Quit being a wimp and get it over with already."
Matt was stunned by the lack of empathy both for his own feelings and his manhood.
"Temperature, is that a vector quantity?" Her voice had the sharpness of a whip-crack.
"I-uhh-I," Between his stuttering the heel began to slowly increase it's pressure again, "YES!"
There was a brief moment of silence, though she did not stop digging her heel-point into his malleable orbs.
Suddenly he felt three sharp kicks ring out in the room.
The sharp heel stabbed into his thinly protected balls with each stamp of her heel. He felt his nuts squish around at odd angles with each brutal kick.
Matt curled up as his body began to process the absolute genital agony he was in.
The youth began to shake and shiver and slumped off the chair, landing to the floor with a thud.
The boy tried to make some sort of audible complaint but his voice just came out as whimpers and squeaks.
Through the rolling waves of pain flooding his mind, he heard the light clack of heels on the wood floor.
Matt steadied himself for a moment and managed to pry an eye open. He saw Ms.Brynes looking down at him a clear scowl on her face.
"You're pathetic Matthew," She whispered at him, "It was just a few light kicks."
The boys stomach sank and he looked at her incredulously.
"Light?!" He squeaked in anger.
"Yes. Light. Don't believe me? Fine, compare it to this!"
Her foot sounded like a whip crack when it slammed into Matthew's balls. The youth felt his nuts squish around, trapped in his pants, screaming for anyway to get out of the way of the crushing foot.
He didn't even have time to prepare himself for the strike, all the strength seemed to fade from his body and went back to writhing on the floor.
All Matthew could think of was the pain radiating from those sensitive orbs between his legs. Somewhere deep down in that moment, he wished he wasn't a male.
As he wriggled on the ground, groaning in agony, he felt his trousers start to be pulled off. He tried to fight off the grabbing hands but the pain in his nads made moving a hellish experience.
Off slipped his pants and to Matthew's horror, his underwear as well.
His naked cock flopped out and it was nothing impressive to say the least.
"Oh you poor thing." Cooed his demonic teacher.
She trampled his nuts down, smashing her foot into them and then slowly pulling off of them while grinding his jewels into the ground.
It felt like a hot knife was being driven in between Matthew's legs.
He started a coughing fit as the pain spread from his stomach and up into his chest.

The Goblin Ambush

Alkan approached the cavern slowly and on full alert.
He wasn't an experienced monster hunter by any means but he had his wits about him.
The youth had heard stories of one to many cocky hunters getting butchered by a lesser foe.
Now here he was, hunting his first group of goblins.
These were a particularly nasty bunch he had heard, taking local livestock and even boys!
His nerves were starting to get the best of him and his palms began to sweat. The teenaged warrior ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair to calm himself. He was quite tall for his age, so how much threat could a bunch of weak little goblins really pose?
He took another moment to steel himself.
Shortsword in hand and his mind ready, Alkan stumbled into the dark and winding cave.
It was a tight fit, even if Alkan wasn't the largest of stock. In his left hand he carried a torch that burned slow and dim.
He desperately wished he could abandon the torch for a shield but alas he knew he couldn't go on without seeing.
The subtle crackle of the flame set him on each, his whole body waited to leap into action at a moments notice.
The cave had many tunnels and he found himself wandering down many of them aimlessly.
Time took its toll and soon the young adventurer found himself fatigued and on the brink of claustrophobia.
Then he saw a shadow flicker on the cave wall and bolt off in the direction he had just come from.
His self-doubts were quickly replaced with an overwhelming sense of self-preservation.
His sword was at the ready, pointed out to greet any attackers.
Cautiously he crept forward and scanned the tunnel passages he saw the shadow dart to.
A pain exploded in his groin as he felt something solid connect with his sensitive bits.
With a wince he felt the sword tumble from his grasp.
The goblin's had tricked him. Fooled him by making him focus on the tunnels behind him, once the decoy had his full attention they had snuck up behind him!
He noticed the two goblin's before him were females.
They were anything but modest, wearing absolutely the bare minimum of hide clothing. Their skin gleamed a light green and they had slightly elongated noses. They were surprisingly buxom for how small they were and each had a mess of black hair atop their heads.
Alkan's attention returned to his battered pearls and he clutched at his wounded groin in one hand.
With the other he waved his torch at them in an attempt to fend the horrid creatures off.
The flames seemed to drive them a few feet away and they snickered and hollered at him.
Then another explosion of pain radiated outwards from Alkan's jewels!
Another goblin had flanked him, the one who's shadow he originally saw dart off!
The young adventurer's eyes watered and his knees buckled.
A groan escaped his lips in the form of an "Aughhh"
The pain made his stomach churn and he could feel the sensitive orbs rolling around agonizingly in his sack!
The lad staggered about and his vision blurred from that constant sensitive ache in his balls.
The she-goblins all seemed to stalk closer towards him, they growled and taunted him.
He noticed the crude weapons they carried, even through the pain.
Wicked looking curved daggers and simple but deadly spears.
A terrible shiver went down his spine as the thought of being cut open or impaled by one of those washed over him.
Still Alkan hadn't completely lost himself to the pain.
He whirled about in a complete circle, driving back all three of the goblins.
Still he knew if it came down to a waiting game he would lose.
He made a risky move.
Alkan dove for his dropped sword!
In an instant he was pinned to the ground.
The goblin from behind him was standing on top of his back, weighing him down.
At the same instant one of the other goblin's stabbed at his hand with her spear!
Alkan instinctively drew his hand back and shook it in pain, the armor had stopped it from drawing blood but it still stung!
Suddenly the youth felt himself being rolled over. He tried to fight it but found himself overpowered by the three smaller creatures!
His arms were pinned above his head and in an instant his chainmail was being pulled right off!
He tried to squirm his way from the goblin's hold but he was held fast.
As his chain mail slipped off of him a goblin stood on his chest.
Her weight barred down and him and made breathing difficult
From the faint gleam of his knocked aside torch he saw the glint of her pussy.
Her simple fur loincloth failed to keep her covered from such an upward angle.
The green slit seemed to torment him, it reminded him of all the ache in his nuts and how these goblin's would never feel such a thing!
Soon it seemed like the goblin's were skittering all about him.
He felt the brush of a knife's edge more than a few times and before he knew it all his clothing was in shreds around him.
Dread welled up inside Alkan as he felt and was literally completely exposed.
His dick and balls hung limply below him and he felt his breathing quicken with anticipation.
His mind could not have prepared him for the bitter sting as the blunt end of a spear haft cracked into his unprotected eggs!
There was a moment where even through the pain beginning to well up in his groin his mind focused on the goblin's breasts give a perky bounce from the movement of her strike.
A bubbled up from his throat and gutturally erupted from his mouth as he felt his precious orbs get mashed up by the hard wood.
Spittle flung from his lips as he tried to catch his breath.
Unfortunately for him he the air was blasted from his lungs as another agonizing strike from the spear haft jabbed into his testes!
The crushing pressure of the strike forced Alkan's testicles back against his pelvis!
The warrior gave a silent scream as his nuts squirmed around, trying to escape the horrible crushing pressure.
Alkans' whole body shook violently as the screaming pain of his balls began to wash over the rest of his body. It traveled up into his stomach making him heave and down into his thighs making his legs give out.
He limply lied on the ground with the air taken from him, staring at the she-goblin's in horror.
One of them approached his spread legs, her hips giving a seductive sway with each step.
Suddenly the goblin gave a sudden explosion of speed and kicked him in his plums full force!
The compact nature of the goblin's body only made her kick stronger and Alkan felt his nutbag roll all around from the sheer force of the attack.
The ache in his balls became a constant horrible sting and he felt them becoming sluggish in their sack as they began to swell up.
Through the ringing in his ears Alkan could hear a raspy voice speaking in broken Common.
"We gonna mash and mince your balls!"
The tone made Alkan's blood run cold, something about it was just so predatory.
Another crunch from hard bone into his soft and rubbery eggs snapped the young warrior from his horrified daze.
He couldn't help but release another scream as the goblin's fist slammed down and ground into his abused nuts.
"AAAAAAAHHHHH" His voice was beginning to strain and crack.
"P-please, let me go!" He pleaded absolutely terrified for his manhood "You can have whatever you'd like, even keep the captured villagers, just let me go and I won't come back!"
More laughter ensued and he felt the mocking sting all the more this time.
Another one of the goblin's pushed his current tormentor to the side and gave him a wry grin.
Then the small green creature walked onto his exposed bits and began trampling them.
Alkan's mouth literally dropped open as the goblin put all her body weight onto both of his fleshy nuts!
They were squished down to the point that they were almost flat! The spongy nutflesh squirmed and trembled beneath her feet and threatened to give at seemingly any moment.
Another agonized scream erupted from the tortured youth.
"AAAAAAAIEEEE" His voice was beginning to jump up in octaves as the pain amplified.
Again Alkan was taunted in broken Common,
"Pathetic. You human balls go splat!"
Whatever Alkan thought the creature might do next could not have prepared him for what actually happened.
The goblin gave a powerful flex of her thighs, crushing the youth's nuts down and pushing her into the air!
For a brief moment he again saw a shining goblin slit and he wished in envy he hadn't been born a male!
Then in one horrible movement she came crashing back down baring all her weight right back onto the sensitive nutmeat!
Alkan's screams became gurgles as for a moment he swore that his nuts became flat as the cave floor!
His heart felt like it would beat out of his chest and he became dizzy from hyperventilation. Even through his daze he could feel the sickening pain creep up his body and he curled his toes in tight from the climbing agony.
He squeezed his eyes shut as hard as he could yet the acid-like sting crept up and up until it nearly forced the breath out of him.
Just before his nuts would have given out the goblin walked off of them, leaving poor Alkan to spasm in agony.
His nutbag was horribly swollen now and his balls had taken a deep scarlet color.
Two of the goblins again approached him and poor Alkan to exhausted to do anything.
Each one took a plump nut in their palms and began roughly squeezing his balls.
Pain traveled from Alkan's groin and up his entire spin, he bucked his hips in a futile attempt to struggle away from the pain.
As Alkan struggled the two she-goblin's squeezed their tiny hands tighter around his squishy orbs. Then with devilish smiles they began to pull his nuts toward themselves.
Having both of his nuts gripped and pulled in opposite directions made Alkan cross his eyes from the pain.
He could no longer scream, his body to weak and drained to make such a loud noise.
He felt each individual sharp-nailed finger roughly wiggly and bury itself in his spongy balls.
It practically felt like his manhood was being speared.
"We rip your pathetic balls!" Cried the one on his right.
"Smash them completely gone!" Said the other.
"P-please n....no" The abused adventurer whimpered with tears streaking down his face.
The pressure increased slowly from each goblin.
He felt their fingers dig deeper and deeper into his ballflesh.
Alkan their nails pierce his sack. Then they dug into his raw testes.
His body seized and his breathing practically stopped as slowly and horribly his squishy nuts were pierced and crushed.
*CRUNCH*
*SPLURT*
 The balls went from their ovular shape to sludgy mush in mere seconds.
But it wasn't over for poor Alkan.
The third goblin shoved the other's aside still wanting her turn in his castration.
She pulled out her crooked and chipped knife. She gripped Alkan's ruined nutbag by it's base and slowly began sawing it off.
Alkan felt his life fading away yet the pain was worse than ever. The sharp bone knife sliced into the delicate sackflesh and bit into Alkan's nut chords.
Acid-bile welled in his throat as the pain of his ballbag being completely sliced off caught up with Alkan's brain.
His vision started to blur and his head spun. Still he could make out the goblin placing his ruined nutbag in her mouth and mockingly biting it with her razor sharp teeth.
And that was the last thing Alkan saw before his eyes closed for good.

The Cruel Countess

Dark and haggard, Ibor opened the doors of The Moon’s Lover.
Immediately he was greeted with the familiar warmth of the hearth and the smell of hard stouts. Despite how late into the night it was the tavern was filled with many patrons.
The hunter practically collapsed into one of the nearby seats and motioned for a drink. While he waited on his hard earned stout the perceptive man scanned everyone in the room.
It was something of a habit he picked up, living in the woods for days at a time taught many men not to completely trust their surroundings.
At first he noted nothing to out of the ordinary.
Common faces like Jion the blacksmith and Heath the town cobbler all flushed and slurring their words.
A group of dwarves, hired for their skill mining coal, recalling tales of old kingdoms and fortresses their clan used to own.
Some were just travelers spending a wistful night in the depths of their cups.
His nerves were almost calmed enough to slump back in his chair for a needed reprieve when he glanced a figure in one of the corners of the place.
It was hard to make out every detail about her as she sat in one of the tables furthest from the inn’s fire.
Still some details about her were unmistakable. Her long ears marked her as an elf and her remarkably pale skin only added more evidence to this observation. What caught Ibor off-guard was her hair, dark as the night sky, such an uncommon coloration for any elf he could think of.
Perhaps she had some sort of human ancestry far back within her line, he pondered to himself. The hunter absent-mindedly ran his fingers through his thick brown beard as his mind fixated on the maiden before him.
Her beauty could not be understated, it seemed impossibly strange to him that no one save himself was transfixed on this woman.
Her high cheekbones and full eyebrows showed a certain noble gorgeousness to her. Even still she also had a girlish charm to her from her large dewy eyes and small nose.
For a brief moment she caught his gaze. Something about her dark blue eyes made the hunter’s whole body freeze, as if he was suddenly plunged under a waterfall. They held their gaze for what seemed like ages and then abruptly the woman stood and began to leave.
A strange fog fell over Ibor’s mind, making the whole situation feel like a strange dream. As the man tried to shake himself free of the mental cloudiness the sound a of a mug dropping onto a table sounded out.
Ibor managed some form of thanks and began to take heavy pulls from his tankard. No matter what he tried he could not get that exotically alluring woman to leave his mind.

****

The moon was out in full and only a few particularly bright stars shone in the sky as Ibor stumbled his way through the still town.
Despite himself only having one drink he felt like he was in some sort of stupor. After his drink he thought he might try and sleep off his strange mental fixation. Yet he found that his thoughts made him unable to drift off into dreams.
In the darkness visions came to him of the woman beckoning him towards her. Strangely he felt as if he knew were she had gone and that he must meet her there. And so he had left when all but the lowliest of the world were asleep.
The hunter waded his way through alleyways and slums, traversing his way to the outskirts of the town.
At the edge of the civilization there was a manor upon a slight incline that loomed in the night. The brick and stone building stood over all the others, displaying a powerful sense of superiority.
Somehow Ibor knew he would find the woman inside. He came to the tall buildings entrance and knocked on the deep mahogany doors.
The knockers were in the shape of scowling gargoyles fashioned from shinning gold. In a better state of mind it might have been enough to scare the ranger away. With a loud and ominous groan the doors opened into a dimly lit entrance. The drawing room was adorned with bookshelves and ornate columns.
It was perhaps the most elaborate room Ibor had ever seen!
Through some more winding paths he eventually found himself in the great hall. It was here he spotted her. Dressed in a black long-sleeved tunic with maroon trim and a black fur coat draped about her shoulders.
In the dim light her look seemed different, the lines of her face sharper, more alien but still painfully alluring.
“Welcome dear hunter” Came the cool and husky tone of her voice.
“I-” Ibor stumbled realizing for the first time just how strange his situation was. “Relax, I have bid you here, my name is Countess Annabeth Von Cormick."
“And what...” His voice floundered as he stared at her, “What does a Countess want with a hunter.”
A smile crossed her lips and he saw his danger.
Fangs.

He turned to run but before he did he took one last look.
Ibor met her gaze, those dewy eyes now a predatory scarlet in colour.
When their eyes met all his strength seemed sapped from him and that haze fell over his body once more. His body no longer responded to his commands and he watched on half-conscious and helpless.
“Come to me my prey” The countess cooed, and to the hunter’s horror his body obeyed. With sluggish thoughts Ibor tried to scream at his body to run away but to no avail.
“Strip” Said Annabeth her voice demanding obedience, “Now”
Off came every bit of clothing he wore, much to Ibor’s terror and embarrassment.
As his large nuts hung low the vampire gave a half laugh half hiss.
“I knew I chose well when I saw you.”

She walked over to him and traced her hand along his strong chest and down to his stomach.
“Now we need to tenderize you” and with that her hand shot down to the man’s nuts. The countess gave a horrible squeeze to the man’s plums, her sharp well groomed nails digging into his tender sac flesh.
The ranger was a large and sturdy man, gruff enough to survive unaided in the wilderness yet this nut pain blasted his breath away.
Ibor felt as though he would collapse to the ground but whatever magic held him in place also kept him aloft.
The only indication of pain came from the scrunching of his face and his knees buckling slightly
“Study aren’t we” She mocked and gave a powerful slap to his nuts!
The force of the blow sent his nutbag swinging about and the pain crawled its way up into the man’s stomach. Even through the charm he had to cough at the pain. The noblewoman turned away from him as if to walk away.
For a brief second Ibor hoped that might be all that was in store for him.
Agony exploded in his testicles as a heel came snapping up into his unprotected plums! The back-turned kick was enough to send the man to the floor and cause his hands to try and soothe his wounded nads.
“Stand human-filth” Again that commanding tone. Despite his legs felling like jelly the large man managed to stand once more.
His testicles were a flushed red and hung even lower than they normally did. “Good” Annabeth purred “We’re starting to get things flowing down there” She moved her lithe and pale leg back and shot it out with terrifying strength!
It was clear that her unnatural state had given her some sort of super strength as the kick Ibor felt was stronger than any other he had taken in his life!
So powerful was the kick that it launched him back a couple feet!
His nads swung up and hit his stomach from the sheer force of the blow.
The ranger went full fetal as he crashed into the ground.
“Your whimpering is pathetic. Even the strongest of human stock cower when exposed to a higher being.” Teased the countess as she licked the palm of her hand.
To the ranger it felt like his nuts were vibrating from the pain, a burning sensation was spreading its way up his body and down his legs!
He shuddered to think how much pain he would be in if his mind wasn’t so hazy. Again despite his wishes, Ibor began to rise, but to his surprise the vampiress just began to circle around him.
He waited in an agony almost worse than a kick itself, expecting the next nut-crushing attack at any moment.
“Ah well, I’ve tendered you up enough I suppose,” Her voice ice cold, “Next is the chase, try not to disappoint me human.”
Ibor felt the magical hold on his body release and for a moment a new found vigor flowed into his body, a chance at life giving him a flood of adrenaline.
Then the fog of his mind cleared.
His nut pain soared to new heights as it felt as though his nuts were melting in a burning wash of pain. It was enough to make him drop to one knee.
There was a moment before he had the courage to look up.
Annabeth stared down at him, her red eyes cold and hungry.
“Run”
And so he did.
Ibor the Woodsman got up and hobbled as best he could back towards the entrance. The nut pain made him trot more than run and he winced every time his large nutbag slapped into his thigh.
He was almost towards the entrance gates when he saw a blur of movement above him. It bounded off the top of the ceiling and then shot towards the large entrance doors.
Then It bounced off the doors as well and rocketed towards Ibor.
The man only had time to recognize that the blur truly was the vampire before he sharp heeled shoe collided with his scrotum. The point of the heel sunk into the tender fleshbag a little and the man gave a shriek of horror and pain.
With a sickening thop Ibor managed to pull himself free.
He frantically clutched himself to make sure he was still whole.
To his overwhelming relief he still had both of his testicles, but his scrotum now had a stinging pain unlike anything he had ever felt.
The pain was great enough to make his eyes water!
Still, Ibor was made of tougher things than most men and he ran off in hopes of finding another exit.
He found himself lost very quickly. Ibor stumbled in the darkness of the manor and he went sprawling across the stone floor.

He pushed himself to his feet and rubbed his head, trying with all his strength to stay conscious. He felt a rough knee slam him hard enough to make pull him of the ground. The hunter’s balls were crushed and pinned directly into his pelvis, pinned beneath his own body and the bony knee of the vampire!
Back down to the floor Ibor went, a different kind of blackness creeping into the edge of his vision.
He felt her sharp nails dig into his already brutalized nutbag! Nails pierced skin and a shrill whine came from Ibor’s exhausted body. Her magic once again made him rise even as her claws drew blood and sapped his bodies last remaining strength away.
A pale light filled the room. They were in a hallway, the torches along the walls now alight with ghastly blue flames. He looked down, he knew she wanted him to see this. His member was resting over top her nose and she moved slowly and gently. Her mouth opened wide, the fangs revealing their full length and cruelly she bit deep into his nutflesh!
The razor like incisors tore into his swollen nuts, puncturing the soft rubbery orbs with ease!
He helplessly watched as she swallowed the contents of his ruined babymakers. With one horrible movement Ibor watched as she tore off his ruined ballbag, the flesh dangling gruesomely in her mouth.
The pain had made all thoughts meaningless, he felt nothing else but an overwhelming burning ache fill his body. His body spammed and locked up as he slowly descended to the floor and the void claimed him.

The Torture Tent

“He won’t talk commander no matter what we do to him" Said one of the guards sheepishly as their superior approached the information tent.
She looked at them for a moment sternly and then her typical visage softened to a sort of pride.
“You’ve done your best, that’s all anyone could ask. All of you are dismissed for today.”
There was a moment of disbelief from the guards and they stuttered out protests.
They were all silenced with a wave of her hand. After another moment of pause all the guards picked up their equipment and left the tent.

***

Kieren looked up helplessly as the tent flap brushed open.
The Migdelen youth had his arms bound to a chair keeping him in place.
His face was heavily bruised from where the guards had tried to pound information out of him. To his surprise he saw not another burly guard but a stunningly beautiful woman walk into the tent.
She had back length, raven hair which flowed elegantly as she moved. Her eyes captivated him, they were such a deep blue they bordered on violet.
She walked with a sway that spoke of elegance and strength.
“My...It seems they’ve treated you poorly, what is your name.” She said softly as she brushed his curly brown hair from his face.
Kieren’s suspicions were not loosened just because a woman was sent in place of a torturer, yet her gentle touch was painfully alluring.
“K-Kieren” He said, a stutter of both exhaustion and hesitancy.
“You’re quite young for a soldier,” Her voice was like velvet and held a strange intimacy to it. “Why did you join the army?”
The youth shook his curly head as much as he wanted to break down and tell this woman everything. She slid her thin leather gloves off and put her hands to his face.
“What i-is your name?” Said the lad, his heart beginning to pound in his chest. The raven haired woman moved her hands down to his trousers and smoothed over them. The gentle attention to his groin made Kieren groan lightly.
There was no resistance when the woman grabbed the hems of the man’s pants and took them off.
Out flopped the soldier’s semi-erect cock which throbbed with need.
The woman looked up at his face, violet eyes staring at him hypnotically.
A hand slowly traced it’s way along the length of his shaft. His member stood rigid in a moment.
“My name..” The woman said leaning in close, “Is Amalia Honoreyn”
Kieren’s blood ran cold in the instant the enemy commander had revealed herself. In the same instant she pinched down on one of the youth’s nut cords. The sudden and sharp burst of pain in his nut forced a harsh wheeze out of him. “Tell me Kieren of Migdelen, how did you’re troop know the location of our encampment?” She cooed her voice still had the soft seductive quality to it even as she was busting his balls.
Kieren shook his head wildly, trying to thrash against the pain.
Amalia responded with a hammer blow from the flat of her fist directly into Kieren’s nutbag. Again the youth squirmed against his bonds as another acid-wash of agonizing nut pain spread through his body.
“P-please I don’t know!” He whimpered at her. The raven haired woman took Kieren’s nutbag in her hand and rolled his nuts around with one of her thumbs. The feeling was a mixture of soothing and uncomfortable and unwelcome ball movement. With a clamp of her hand, Amalia began to strangle both of Kieren’s balls!
As his nads were squeezed together Kieren couldn’t help but throw back his head in agony and give a cry of pain.
Amalia began pulling on the ballbag as well, to Kieren it felt like his nuts were being ripped off.
“Kieren I need to know how you’re troop found our company’s private camping ground.” Her voice was still caring yet it had a sternest to it, as if reprimanding a child.
“I don’t know! I DON”T KNOW!” Kieren sobbed, becoming slightly hysterical.
A hand reached up and touched his face, enough to bring him back to reality. Those violet eyes were staring at him again. A strong punch to the nuts would have made the youth double over if he was able to.
The strength and hardness of the knuckles crushing his tender nads into his pelvis blasted the air from his lungs.
“The information Kieren, how did you come across it.”
He wanted the torture to be over, to be done with it all but he knew if he gave up the informant Migdelen would lose an invaluable asset.
His patriotism kept his mouth shut. Amalia grabbed his right nut in between her forefinger and thumb. The squeezing pain made Kieren shake violently in the chair. His nut felt like it could give at any moment.
The simple tender and stinging pain awoke a primal desire in him to save his reproductive future.
Amalia squeezed down harder, looking expectantly at him for some sort of response.
“PLEASE AAGH ALRIGHT STOP I’LL SPEAK.” Kieren cried finally losing his composure.
The pressure on his nut loosened but slowly, a punishment for not telling her sooner. She gave him a moment to catch his breath and compose himself. While he did the raven haired woman again rubbed his thighs and gently stroked the enemy soldier’s cock.
It was like a simple touch of paradise.
“A shorter man, well trimmed and dark brown hair,” There was a long pause “His name is Cyrin Dalkar.”
“Ahh, I know him, he has been in my troop for many years, such a shame he would betray us.” There seemed to be legitimate regret in her tone.
Kieren’s testes burned and ached like they had never before, it was difficult just to catch his breath at this point.
“Now Kieren” Amalia murmured in his ear, “I need you to tell me where your troops encampment is.”
“You ask...too much” Whimpered the thoroughly abused lad.
The commander stood now, looking down on the youth with a slight disappointment in her eyes.
“I need the truth.” There still wasn’t malice in her voice it was just a statement full of resolve. She slowly took off her boots, exposing her pale and seemingly delicate feet.
Kieren’s mind almost blacked out when her foot rose high in the air and came crashing back down, flattening his nuts against the chair. He tried to yell at her to stop but all that would escape from his throat was a choked up squeak.
She wiggled her toes and kneaded the soldier’s nuts with them.
Kieren was almost to the point of dry heaving and his vision was getting foggy from the pain. She squished the balls with the arch of her foot, pushing the nutbag nearly flat and then pulling her foot back towards herself.

The feeling of having his nuts spread like some sort of butter made Kieren's mouth hang open and he began to drool in pain.
His nuts were thoroughly swollen at this point and had a purple color to them. He could feel the blood rushing through them, there was a throb with every beat of his heart.
“Listen to me,” Said Amalia her tone soft again but demanding attention.
He stared into those eyes and got lost in them.
“I need you to tell me where your brigade is or I’ll be forced to crush these”
She finished her sentence with a snap kick to his balls. If he would have been standing his legs would have given out, even while sitting his knees buckles and his whole body lulled at yet another wash of agony. The curly haired captive bit his lip and shook his head violently trying anything to steel his last remnants of resolve.
Something about the next stomp broke him maybe it was the fact that he felt like it broke his nuts! For a moment he felt as if his left nut had gone completely flat and he convulsive again almost blacking out.
“O-okay” His voice was nothing more than a whisper, “I’ll tell you if you just please...stop”
She leaned in close to him again, a gentle hand trailing over his cock and as gently as possible grazing his balls. A needing whimper mixed with agony escaped from the boy.
“Tell me Kieren. Tell me everything” And so he did. All of his war secrets, personal or otherwise came spilling out of him, a broken man.
“That’s very good Kieren.” She cooed in his ear, “Very good.” A hand found his left nut.
“Wha-What” His voice a hoarse thing but filled with panic.
“Unfortunately you’ve wasted much time and need just punishment.”
He felt his nut being pressed flatter and flatter.
“Please! PLEASE!”
SPLURT
The nut burst in his sac, spilling it’s gooey contents into it’s fleshy container. Kieren tried to scream but he couldn’t, his vision faded and he slumped over convulsing and drooling from the mouth.
He didn’t know how long he was out but when he was lucid again Amalia was still standing over him.
She had a smile, half cruel half motherly.
“Just one more.” The words turned Kieren’s blood to ice.
“Leave me with one! LEAVE ME WITH ONE!”
Down came the foot and he felt his nut compress practically flat against the chair. He was heaving at this point though his stomach was empty. “Aaaaaghhhh” He whimpered out, mostly delirious again.
He watched in pure horror as the silky foot once again rose high in the air. It came crashing down with a violent speed.
SPLAT
His last reaming nut became completely flat and then burst! With a few grinds of her foot Amalia turned the nutmeat into complete squishy mush.
Kieren remembered only a few more things before he blacked out.
Amalia leaned in and gave him a kiss on the forehead and then bent down and teasingly gave a kiss to the head of his now permanently limp cock.

Tribal Warfare

The large and well-muscled barbarian bolted his way through the confusing maze like jungle.
It seems luck had abandoned his tribe as things went from bad to worse.
First the winter had been harsher than anyone could have imagined and now his scouting party had been ambushed by a group of tribal warriors.
Low hanging branches and sticks stung at his flesh, in such a humid climate he wore little more than a simple leather loincloth.
Though he knew it was still mid-day he could not see the bright sun through the thick tree canopy above him.
Rundarr the Warrior’s usually stoic nature was shaken even more as he heard the hollering and chanting of of the ambushing squad somewhere in the distance. Panic flooded his body, he felt like prey being hunted down for fun. Eventually his northern roots gripped him and he calmed himself down, he began to welcome the oncoming bloodbath, relish in it even.
They sprung out at him, one after the other, tribal women of the Ghilnei.
They had cocoa like skin and their faces had different markings of white and red paints. Each of them were dressed in little more than leather undergarments but all of them were armed.
Shortbows were slung at their back and each of them carried a terrifying looking carving knife at their side.
The horrible tales he had heard about these women were all but confirmed when he noticed one’s knife was spattered with blood and two pink fleshy orbs dangled by strand-like chords at her belt.
The Ghilnei women captured men and castrated them, offering up such treasured organs as sacrifice to their dark goddess.
A guttural and determined growl escaped his throat and he fell into a fighting stance. He slid the round shield from his back and grasped it firmly in his left hand. In his right he took his father’s axe from his belt.
“COME ON THEN!” The barbarian roared, banging his axe against the shield, making a terrible and great clamour.
Two of them drew back but the third and final Ghilnei charged him, her carving knife drawn and gleaming menacingly in the air.
She was sharp and quick with her movements, darting in completely rigid in one moment and dodging away gracefully the next. Her fighting style reminded Rundarr of a whip’s crack.
Arrows were loosed at the barbarian as well, his mind racing in overtime to avoid every on coming attack. The barbarian was one of the best warriors in his tribe and his instincts did not leave him now.
He slammed the closest Ghilnei with his shield, staggering her. In an instant Rundarr was upon her. Something made him fight wildly the revenge of all the men they had mutilated surging through him.
Up came the barbarian’s knee, a blur to the eye, and it cracked loudly against the tribal woman’s thinly protected pussy.
A shrill shriek burst out of the darker woman as her soft lips were slammed by a thick and bony knee. The female stumbled and the barbarian made the most of the opportunity.
He grabbed her by the hems of her panties and pulled her up! The leather tore upward and dug into her already swollen and bruised cunt lips.
The pain made the girl’s eyes water and her body began to shake from the pain. It also outlined her pussy for an easy target and Rundarr slammed his hard knee into her cunt repeatedly. By the end her lips were horribly swollen and bulged out from her panties on either side.
The northman gave a cry of rage and one last knee to the Ghilnei’s cunt. There was an audible pop, as if her pubic bone had completely given out.
The woman lie there shivering and whimpering, clutching at herself weakly in some futile attempt to soothe the pain.
Rundarr charged past her toward another Ghilnei, only just managing to block most of their arrows. A few managed to snag him on his calves and he bleed freely from his wounds. When he was close enough to her he swung his axe completely hewing the Ghilnei’s bow in half.
She muttered some sort of curse and dove at him with her blade drawn.
Rundarr managed to block most of her weight on his shield and pivot her to his left. An arrow was loosed and planted itself firmly into one of her ample ass cheeks. Seeing his opponent stunned, the barbarian punched out with the rim of his shield. The rough metal edge jabbed roughly at the tribal woman’s breasts, crushing and squishing down the soft mounds.
Before she could even cry out from her breast’s agony, Rundarr kicked her with the heel of his boot. Again the familiar crack as his boot collided roughly with a pussy. Rundarr twisted his foot and pulled his leg down hard as he could.
This generated enough force to completely rip off the Ghilnei’s bottom and her pussy was red from panty-burn!
The barbarian was not finished with her however. He crouched down, and with a mighty uppercut his shield swung right up and coin-slotted her poor pussy!
The metal edge of the shield scrapped through all the most tender bits of the woman’s pussy! Even her clit was crushed and scrapped in the horrific uppercut. The woman screamed bloody murder as her womanhood was brutalized.
Then just like the first the second tribal woman sank away from the muscled barbarian, clutching at her injured groin and falling into a groggy half conscious state. The third and seemingly highest ranked of the woman, stalked in carefully. She brandished her knife in one hand and tauntingly bounced the testicles tied to her belt in the other.
The northman was much to battle-focused to care and he instead growled at her, charging her with a great leap! The third tribal woman dodged out of the way, rolling behind the barbarian. The swing of her hunting dagger only just missing the backs of his legs.
Rundarr cursed and pivoted but the Ghilnei’s leg was faster and her powerful limb flew up and hit in the nuts.
Both parties felt the two nuts squirm around under the pressure, the sickening waves of hot pain rolling over Rundarr’s mind. For an instant the barbarian was staggered but he managed to shrug off the nut-pain or at least put it out of his mind for the moment.
He was mad with fury and gave a deep bellow and a toss of his blonde hair. It was a deep and rich laugh but a hollow one.
It promised death.
His pale eyes had taken on a great and terrible anger and he frothed at the mouth slightly. It was so horrifying the for a moment the Ghilnei leader thought to leave! He chased her down and knocked into her, his weight completely toppling her to the floor. Rundarr in his frenzy began stomping on her cunt repeatedly.
The first heel managed to come down and split her lips, crushing and grinding them into the ground. All the tribal woman could do was squeak out in sheer agony as her pussy was engulfed in pain.
The second stomp was enough to draw blood! The tatters of her lower garments fell away and revealed a horrible purple and swollen cunt, the puffy lips slightly scrapped and bleeding from the friction of the barbarian’s boots.
He reared back his leg and unleashed a mighty kick!
It was as precise as could be. The tip of the hard leather boot slammed into the Ghilnei’s clit and practically flattened the nub!
The woman wanted to scream but her became so high pitched her vocal cords gave out. After a moment she slumped to the ground completely defeated.

***

Rundarr returned to his clan with three heads attached to his belt.
Every man among his tribe was good and able-bodied. He could teach them and train them in his new found combat art.
He and his clan would claim the jungles from the Ghilnei women for now he knew their weakness.

The Bigger They Are, The Harder Their Balls Break

Two guards escorted the hardy dwarf down the cold hallway and into the arming room.
There they unshackled her and motioned for her to chose her weaponry.
She was buxom even by dwarven standards, her hips were pronounced and her bosom heavy. Her light brown hair was braided and fell into two long strands at her back. There was a dangerous enough glint to her emerald green eyes that even the guards kept their distance from her.
From the myriad of weapons on the arming table she took a sturdy looking warhammer. For her defence she took a wide round shield and with a little squeezing managed to fit into some chain-mail.
The arming room had two exits and one was currently blocked by half a dozen guards, ensuring she did not flee.
After a few practice swings of her weapon, Vrindi Stonebreaker made her way out into the sandy arena.
The sun was high and the crowd was cheering from their lofty benches.
The amphitheatre she stood in had impeccable stonework which Vrindi noted to be dwarven in nature.
Out lumbered her opponent, like her probably someone who was captured by a slaver or maybe just some dumb criminal.
The behemoth seemed to tower over the guards that cautiously prodded the beast forward. She recognized the thing for what it was.

An ogre.
It stood perhaps just shy of eight feet and had a snub nose, it’s ears and eyes strangely small on its large face.
It had pale-yellowy skin and large fang like teeth.
It must have weighed over easily five hundred pounds, sporting an ample gut and surprising amounts of muscle elsewhere on its figure.
No armor could be found on the creature, it only wore a loose loincloth.
It was made no less intimidating however as it still had a large oak club clutched tightly in one hand. The ogre smiled cruelly at the dwarf, recognizing her as it’s next victim.
There was a blast from the trumpeters and a cry from the crowd that indicated combat had begun.
Vrindi clutched at her holy symbol underneath her armor and tunic and said a little mental prayer.
Hoping her goddess Breagha would not abandon her here. The ogre gave a half snort half roar and charged at her with a strange swiftness.
“RAAAAGH” It cried swinging it’s club high over head.
It was a terrifying sight, but the attack was to telegraphed and was dodged by Vrindi with relative ease. Though she came up to just above his thigh, Vrindi wasn’t anymore worried than she usually was in combat.
This creature was giant-kin and her clan trained for battles against the loathsome giants many a time.
Still she wasn’t sure how long she could avoid those attacks before she ran out of energy.
She said another small prayer and muttered her words of power and pointed at the ogre.
“I curse ye!” She cried.
The ogre gave a deep and bellowing chuckle and the crowd took up the monsters laughter.
That was until a faint black aura formed around the pale-skinned behemoth.
The crowd had ceased their laughter, though the beast continued its own.
Vrindi cared little and she ran towards the thing warhammer raised and shield in front of her.
The ogre went to strike her, but it’s arm seemed sluggish and it’s club was heavier than before.
The dwarven cleric brought her hammer against the ogre’s thigh with a resounding whack.
A great howl of pain came from the ogre and it redoubled it’s efforts to squash the dwarf flat!
With a roll Vrindi went between the towering creature’s legs. An idea flashed into her mind and when she got back to her feet she spun around.
Before the giant-kin could even stagger away the dwarf brought her war hammer snapping up into the creatures balls!
This time the ogre gave a loud yelp as his nuts were cruelly squished against him by cold crushing steel!
Even the audience winced as the ogre’s nuts were squished, their bulging forms peaking out from the sides of the loincloth.
The hot waves of nut pain radiated into the beasts stomach and was enough to stagger it. It fell to one knee, one hand clutching at it’s battered orbs.
“Giant creature, giant balls,” Thought Vrindi smugly. “ Giant balls, giant targets” The dwarf ran back to gain some distance between herself and the groaning creature while it was stunned!
The ogre shuddered as it’s nuts painfully dropped back down to their proper place in its nutbag.
Seizing the opportunity Vrindi chanted another prayer to herself. Her hand began to glow a dull yellowy white and a hush came over the crowd.
Just as the ogre got back up and turned towards Vrindi, a bolt of divine energy was released from her hand!
The searing holy light shot through the air before exploding into the ogre’s meatbag! There was a horrible burning pain that enveloped the ogre’s massive nuts. The blast was strong enough to tear away chunks of the loincloth so the creatures bruised nuts hung out in the open.
Upon impact half the crowd cheered the other half grimaced at the giant-kin’s pain. The two fleshy orbs took on the dull glowing color of the energy, outlining them and making them an even easier target.
Again the creature took itself down to one knee, groaning from the bruised and nauseating pain in it’s nuts. Vrindi didn’t hesitate she charged at the creature this time however she kept her hammer low.
With an ending leap she managed to hit the dead center of the ogre’s meatbag with a slamming shield bash.
The rim of her shield cracked painfully into the beasts massive nads, making it reel from the pain! The giant-kin staggered on it’s feet for a brief moment and then tumbled to the ground flat on its stomach.
Vrindi had managed to run out from between it’s legs but it was a closer call than she would have liked.
She brushed herself off and moved back towards her opponent. This was a slaver’s pit fight, one of them would have to be dead before it stopped.
The dwarf began chanting another prayer, this was darker and more guttural. The ogre was far to stunned, it’s head swimming with pain to take notice of her. All the giant-kin could feel was the pounding drum-beat of pain in its massive plums. A crackling black energy began to swim around her right boot.
Vrindi took aim once more, charging towards the ogre’s now purple, battered testicles. Putting most of her weight behind the kick she slammed her boot right into the ogre’s right nad! The was a burst of dark energy magnifying the impact of the kick far beyond normal means.
The overwhelming force slammed into the massive creature’s nut blasting it upward in its sac! In an instant the crushing pressure became to much for the nad and it ruptured at its center. All of its contents spilled into the creatures ballbag and its nutflesh was reduced to mush!
There was a wailing groan from the ogre and every male in the crowd cringed and clutched their own groins.
The ogre was spasaming from the pain at this point, the pain clouding every small movement of its massive body. Vrindi pulled her hammer high. One strike. The testicle blubbered about in its sac and another high pitched howl of agony came from the giant-kin. When the remaining nut stopped squirming about in its fleshy container the dwarf smacked it with her hammer once more!
There were groans from the audience and a deafening squeak from the ogre. The massive creature felt the pain lock up all its muscles and its stomach churned nauseatingly.
Vrindi lifted her hammer above her head and landed one final blow on the nut. SPLURT There was a horrible squishing sound as the large nut turned into a chunky paste! The previously round orb turning into mash from the smashing blow of the hammer.
The ogre lost consciousness, only some of the crowd, mostly girls, cheered as Vrindi walked back towards her arming room. The male guards gave her a noticeable amount of space.