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.

The Ballbusting Brat!

Sarah Campbell had a bit of a reputation around her high school.
She was a notorious “cliquey” girl with a penchant for being brat.
The upstart student wore her flaxen hair in a flowing ponytail, the sides of her curtained part tumbling to her shoulders.
Her lighter colors contrasted the black school blazer she wore alluringly.
As all the girls did, she had on a green and black plaid skirt.
The only catch was hers was a noticeable few inches shorter than all the others. It wasn’t like she was going to get into any trouble, her mother had practically funded the entire school with rather charitable donations.
To top it all of she walked with a subtle yet seductive sway, just enough that on rare occasion you might get a flash of those silky pink panties she wore underneath the rest of her outfit.
In short she was a total and complete tease.
Her fiery attitude flared while she was in physics.
Some new student had transferred, gotten a scholarship or something and was impressing everyone with his “wit”.
The boy looked like the stereotyped nerd, he had thick glasses, neck-length hair and a slightly weak chin.
His voice grated on Sarah’s ears like two forks scraping against one another.
It was a long and arduous wait for the bell to finally ring out and signify the student’s release.
She waited for this new kid to get up and leave, slowly she followed her new found prey. It was easy enough to make her way through the crowded hallways and keep the boy in her sights, Sarah had years of practice for this sort of thing. The boy wondered for a while but eventually found his way to the men’s restroom.
Perfect.
Sarah thought, it would be an easy enough wait.
Perhaps five minutes passed before the boy sheepishly exited the bathroom. Before he could register what was happening Sarah had shoved the boy towards the women’s bathroom.
Another shove and he backed into the typically male exclusionary room.
He fell sprawled out on the tiled floor and looked at Sarah confused and slightly dazed.
“What’s your name smartass?” Said the dominant girl, her tone icy cold.
With each step towards him he crawled a pace away from her.
The noise was enough to make the remaining girls in their stalls peak out and see the commotion.
When they saw it was the young Campbell the girls had enough sense to keep their heads low and leave the restroom as fast as they could.
“W-what?” The boy managed to sputter out.
“Your. Name.” Sarah growled as she backed him into a wall.
“L-Lauren.” Said the scrawny boy, starting to take a more cowering position.
As Lauren dipped himself and looked up at his aggressor in terror he realized he could peak directly up her skirt. It left very little to the imagination, only just providing her some modesty.
He could see the creases of her lower lips, soft and pale.
“Listen freak! We don’t tolerate wise-guy smartasses around here.” There was a sharp bite to her voice. Sarah was about to berate him more when she saw him looking not up at her but just below her.
Her voice trailed off into a faint sound before exploding with a newfound rage! “YOU PERVERT!” With a heavy pull back she stomped her foot right into the boys groin!
Lauren felt his nuts get squished down beneath the blonde’s hard shoes!
The rolling waves of nausea started to roll up from his pelvis and into his stomach. The nerd’s balls bulged out under her heel and squirmed for a way to escape the agonizing pressure!
He tried to yell at her to stop but he only managed to make little squeaks of pain. “I thought you were shit before,” The blonde went on, a new found fire in her piercing blue eyes. “But now you’ve really pissed me off!”
She reared her leg back and unleashed another kick into the poor boy’s battered balls! The two tender orbs swished about violently in their sac, pain shooting up the boys entire body!
He curled up and clutched at his wounded groin, tears stinging at his eyes. “Stand up” Sarah barked as she pulled the twig-like boy to his feet.
Lauren’s lips trembled and the pain was still rolling over him in hot waves.
The bratty blonde reached her hands inside the boys pants and his eyes popped wide for a moment. Then she grabbed the hem of his underwear and pulled both sides up.
Hard.
The elastic fabric of his white underwear pulled up and roughly tugged against his nuts! The fabric was so strong it separated the boys balls and pinned them against his pelvis painfully!
Lauren winced and squirmed as the the wedgie was pulled higher and higher! With a half-growl Sarah brought her knee slamming up into the boys now very trapped plums!
The testicles squished and bulged at odd angles to keep from bursting.
Both tender orbs struggled and twitched under the crushing force of Sarah’s knee! The pain would have floored Lauren if the bully’s knee hadn’t been keeping him upright.
The nerdy boy gave a few sputtering coughs and his vision clouded, half from pain and half from tears. Sarah ground his balls by twisting her knee a bit!
That earned a shriek from the boy! He couldn’t handle the brutalization of his nuts and he felt them swelling horribly in his constrictive pants!
The blonde let him drop to the floor, pathetically clutching at himself once more. Even through his pain clouded haze he briefly looked up her skirt again.
Her panties had taken on a slightly damp tone.
She was getting off to this. It didn’t really come as a surprise to Lauren, just a strange realization in a moment of complete agony.
She gave him a moment, standing over him proudly a look of profound smugness on her face. Sarah pulled him to his feet again and moved him towards the door. “Next time shut the hell up in physics” and with that she pulled down his pants. Lauren was too confused and in too much pain to react.
His nuts hung out of either side of his underwear, red and very swollen.
Sarah once again gave the boy a wedgie!
This time the fabric dug into the center of each nut!
The biting pain made Lauren cry out and his legs began to buckle!
Sarah smirked and knew her plan was practically fool proof.
“PERVERT!” She shrieked as loud as she could, kicking him out of the girls restroom. All anyone who remained in the hallway saw was Lauren spill out, his pants down and his nuts a bright red.
The brutalized boy knew right then that no one would ever believe him and that the blonde would get away without punishment.
He lay on the tile floor for a moment before the creeping agony of his balls, that tender white hot pain, got the best of him and his mind faded into an inky blackness.