Hey guys! Posted this on Reddit (I have a couple more stories there) and thought to share this here, as I've been really into Baldur's Gate. Unfortunately the hottest people are the girls and so... I decided to give them balls! (No cuntbust stories yet, but... I've been considering it.)
So, this is a story about Futa's (females with dicks and balls) getting busted.
Hope you guys enjoy!
"Soldier, watch out!"
Karlach swung her barbarians axe at the goblin that got too close to Shadowheart, cutting the stubby, green creature in half with one swing.
Shadowheart quickly turned with her shield to see her big red savior cleaving the grimy creature in twain. Shadowheart's well braided hair swung with her head, her elven features scouring and then loosening as she realized what Karlach did for her. She lowered her shield and turned back to the oncoming action.
"I told you, you leave your left flank open, Soldier! You have to be more careful."
"Must I be careful, with such a strong, capable woman protecting me? You can always carry me away if things get dangerous." Shadowheart smirked, glancing behind her. Karlach lifted her axe with ease and wiped some blood off her ripped outfit, the heat of her infernal engine piping hot underneath. She stood with her legs wide, her tight outfit outlining her large, bountiful body from her ample bosom down to between her legs too. A healthy, strong pair of huge testicles hung and were outlined in her outfit with a meaty cock clearly resting beside.
Shadowheart often caught herself staring but knew better than to get lost in fantasy right now. Especially as she was only wearing her camp clothes, which were tight and revealing; even more so than Karlach's outfit. Shadowheart turned as she felt a straining in her groin. She looked down quickly, knowing full well that her cock was twitching at the beauty of Karlach. Her training at the cloister permeates her memory and she knows better than to show this weakness. She held her shield tight between her and the enemy, hiding her momentary awkwardness expertly.
"What a charmer. But you need to get out of this intact, so focus up buttercup. Goblins are one thing, but-"
"I am done wasting time with these two! This camp will not remain empty for much longer. You already failed your sneak attack, you imbeciles! The Absolute will suffer no more failures and neither shall I!"
"Y-yes Minthara."
"That's Nightwarden Minthara to you, wretch! Now attack!"
Minthara pushed the goblin ahead, the short scrappy creature yelped as it stumbled forward towards the two beautiful, dangerous and well equipped women.
"Ignis!" Shadowheart commanded, summoning a firebolt to strike the goblin.
But, the bolt missed and the goblin continued to stagger and swagger its way over. Behind it, more goblins followed suit, commanded by the Nightwarden. Her dark, conniving smile piercing.
"Dammit!" Shadowheart exclaimed. She moved, her full package and healthy breasts in motion as she ran in and bashed the approaching goblin with her shield, knocking it down then screaming as she slammed her mace into the downed goblin's sternum, a death howl and splattering of blood escaping and caressing the angry, soft face of the half-elf.
"Watch this!" Karlach yelled as she reared back and swung her axe at an incoming goblin warrior, slicing it and then pulling the axe again after its arc to finish the job. As with Shadowheart, as Karlach swung and moved, the meaty contents between her long legs shifted and adjusted naturally in their pouch, like a pair of large, captivating dancers on stage, flowing naturally with the motions and resting in place after their performance.
As the goblin's rushed them, Minthara bided her time and analyzed the biggest threat; Karlach in all her burning glory. Minthara would've watched in awe as the force of nature effortlessly cleaved through the Goblin army like they were nothing, her body scorching with the heat and passion of the sun with the zeal of an escaped slave; but Minthara heard the Absolute's calling. She must be dealt with.
"Veiled in shadow." Minthara whispered and she edged along the battlefield, tactfully placing herself in Karlach's blind spot. Looking for an opening, she couldn't help but Karlach’s meaty contents which swung and swayed between her legs with each strained movement between her legs. Minthara is more than familiar with weak spots and knows one when she sees one. Karlach is not unassailable despite her power and ferocity.
Rearing her mace back, she continued to approach Karlach, the heat radiating from the Furnace of Avernus causing her to sweat as Minthara planned out the swinging of her mace to smash into Karlach's mighty orbs, flattening them to paste and taking the sizable Tiefling out of the fight.
"Karlach!"
Shadowheart warned her companion, causing the Fury of Avernus to swing around and catch Minthara's rushed swing with her own axe with force, propelling it from the Paladin's hand.
"Straj!" Minthara cursed, watching her lost mace in shock and then looking at Karlach's rage in fear as she swung her giant axe at her.
But barely, she fell back avoiding the death blow. Loudly, she commanded
"Fight for the Absolute! Do NOT disappoint her!"
The remaining goblins rallied under the warcry and brought the fight back to Karlach and Shadowheart.
The two powerful women fought off the goblin's heroically, but could not keep track of them all. In particular, one goblin was afraid but knew she had to follow orders. She grit her teeth and approached the hulking fury and noticed the same targets Minthara saw earlier. Karlach's fury contained at its center, between her long and abundant, red legs that go forever, the goblin saw two round and meaty testicles that when pressed, very well could turn off Karlach's barbaric rage. Karlach is one big girl, but the goblin knew that no matter how big, those targets hurt.
The goblin ran up to Karlach in a waddle, blending into the chaos of battle and focused her beady goblin eyes on two meaty, swaying targets, position shifting and morphing with each step and swing. The goblin's targets grew bigger as she neared and the heat of the moment rose. She’s never seen testicles this large but she couldn’t let it intimidate her. Crying out as she got close enough to the inferno to scorch herself, she reached out to her goal when within reach and grabbed the two vulnerable, round eggs of Avernus right in front of her.
But, at the same time, Shadowheart saw the goblin approaching. She knew she had no time to warn Karlach, so she had to act fast.
Karlach was on her shield side, so she dropped her shield and pushed her hand out to the approaching goblin and used her shocking grasp to catch the goblin in the act.
However, it was too late. The goblin reached Karlach and was able to grab her huge, meaty testicles, squeezing the massive, meaty and dense ovals from underneath, pinching them together as they were too massive for a goblin's hand to completely surround.
This proved to be a mistake, as grabbing Karlach's balls was like touching a meaty stove. The poor goblin's fingers dug into the searing, thick balls of meat, impressing deep upon the delicate oval organs, misshaping them with her sharp fingers. But the heat was scorching and the goblin wailed and would've immediately let go to save her skin but then came Shadowheart's shocking grasp.
The goblin immediately froze in shocking pain, tensing up and unable to move but unleashed a foul scream from pain and shock. She spasmed, unable to move as her fingertips were scorched by the skin of Karlach's fiery inferno.
Immediately, Karlach felt her balls getting grabbed and shouted in pain. Her eyes crossed and she looked down to see the goblin. The twerp goblin spasmed and the pain increased in her balls, hyper aware of their sensitivity. The goblin's grip tightened on her testicles and Karlach's legs bent inwards as she dropped her axe with one hand and leaned on it like a cane as her other hand grabbed the wrist of the dirty goblin.
"Ahhh! Fuck, my balls, she has my balls!"
Shadowheart panicked and tried to grab the goblin’s fingers, but felt her fingers get scorched from Karlach's skin and pulled away immediately, which only worked to add more pressure and pain to Karlach's testicles.
"Ahh! Fuck, fuck!" Karlach cried out, the goblin's fingers sizzling as they continued to dig into Karlach's testicle meat. Her fingers were smoking as her arm spasmed, digging deeper into Karlach's balls.
"AhhHHhHaaAaaaAaAAHH-"
The Goblin's screamed in blistering pain that she was unable to pull away from. But Karlach found enough desperate thought and energy to use her axe to swing it upwards, striking with the dull end and pushing back the Goblin with enough force to remove her from her body.
The creature was casted back with force but her hand was separated at the wrist so as she fell back, bleeding from her stump, her tiny, burnt hand still mid spasm, and attached to Karlach's meaty balls.
Karlach then tried to pull by the wrist but it only further served to pinch her huge testicles, almost like trying to pinch an owlbear egg with a teezer. This increased the bright, burning pain that was ruining her fight. Karlach immediately dropped to a knee, eyes rolling back and tearing up.
"Fuck, my balls! I need hELlp!"
"I can't, you'll scorch off my skin! I'll protect you as long as I can!"
Shadowheart picked back up her shield as she vowed to protect Karlach. Her face a serious shield of defiance and her body in full defense, her ass pulled back and facing Karlach, careful not to get too close.
Karlach meanwhile realized that she had to pry the detached hand, which was still leaking blood, finger by finger. She pulled off the index finger which was digging into the bottom of her left testicle, allowing some of the shape to return.
"Ngh! Dammit, this sucks so BAD!! AHHRGGHH!!" Karlach was openly crying and fell onto her side. She grabbed the hand, closing her thighs together and trying to sneak her fingers underneath the Goblin's fingers. But they were tight and Karlach carefully spread her legs and tried to present the necessary dexterity to perform this surgery of removal. She grit her teeth and continued with the middle finger which was right between the two testicles.
“Nagh! My fucking BALLS!! NNNAAAAIIIIGG!!”
Each pull was accompanied with a grunt and show of pain, an immediate spike of pain followed by empty, dull relief. But even as Karlach's control was returning, Minthara saw the path to victory, clear as day.
"Follow her lead in her sacrifice, little goblins! Strike true at their weakness!" Minthara commanded with a smile from a distance.
Minthara moved behind her remaining goblin's and went around them, around the edge of battle and watched. Shadowheart was handling the onslaught well, but Karlach was still Minthara's focus. She watched Karlach removing each finger, cursing and throwing away the hand at last. In a loud rage, Karlach screamed and stood up, stumbling but planting her feet with one hand between her legs and cupping her sore balls. Karlach’s powerful and long legs were spread and pushing through the pain.
“AHHGGHH! NOW I’M FUCKING PISSED!” Karlach screamed, pushing through the pain and gripping her large axe with her other hand.
Minthara smiled and quietly spoke to herself.
“Wonderful. This will be a glorious victory.”
Minthara, with mace in hand, watched the raging Karlach as she was trying to power through the pain in her sore testicles. Karlach's body language spoke volumes; hunched over, one hand cupping her large balls and the other tightening fiercely on her barbarian’s axe. The hot and strong Tiefling’s heavy breathing was just as loud as the death gurgle's the goblin's were unleashing some yards away at the effect of Shadowheart’s battle training.
She planted her legs, blinked rapidly and looked up at Shadowheart from behind. Even in Karlach's rage, Shadowheart’s grace and beauty created yearning inside the young, raging Tiefling. Especially when her eyes rested on Shadowheart, moving so expertly in her camp clothes. A well-oiled, killing machine that could kill you with just a look, if her blade didn't. This just caused Karlach's rage to grow incensed as these lustful thoughts drove her crazy in sensation. Her cock grew in her barbarian’s garb and she closed her eyes, breathing harder and trying to refocus. She felt her balls cradled in her tight to the skin wrappings, which was starting to not even be called clothes anymore. The fabric offered no protection and her bulging contents were clearly defined for all to see. It would almost be less distracting totally naked.
But it mattered not, as it was too late for Karlach. Minthara was already behind her and expertly swung at the towering Tiefling’s undercarriage. Her cock was out of the way, stretching the fabric and her balls were full and tight as the mace flattened her twin ovals.
Immediately, Karlach's legs closed together and a beastly wail escaped her red lips. Her head jerked, hair flailing as she slammed her axe into the ground hilt first. One hand went to grab her balls as her eyes glazed and mouth opened wide, paralyzed as her knees slammed into the floor hard. The impact rocked her body, creating another jolt of pain, garnering a loud whimper. Soon she fell as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
“No matter the power, there is always a vulnerability. That is where you must strike. I am sorry you had to learn that hard lesson this way, but you are nothing before the glory of the Absolute.” Minthara confidently stalked, circling Karlach. The wounded Tiefling coughed violently, writhing and reaching out to grab her axe and pull it inwards. The pain was overwhelming, her legs slamming against the dirt beneath her.
“AhhAhhAhhh… HAARRGGGGHHhhnnnHNnNn… ahhhhhnnnnnNNNN!!” Karlach's voice was desperate and harsh, as she writhed around, twisting against the floor and pulling her axe closer with one hand. And the other hand covered her abused balls, trying hard to handle the pain her poor balls are causing. Her large hands was pressing on her hurt organs, her wrist rubbing into her groin as she pressed down and winced, then coughed hard. Once she stopped, she pulled her legs together and tried to push on her axe to prop her towering and leaning frame up. Slowly, like pulling up a fallen tree, she began to rise. Stumbling and shivering with frothing pain, which Karlach knew all about. The pain has never been in her balls before; even devils from the hell never go this low, so she's not used to this pain. But she channeled what she could into rage with great skill and determination. Karlach looked up and twisted her expression into a sick, cursed mask as she stared at the Drow in front of her.
“Nnnnggghh… you… dirty fucker… n-never hit in the balls… this bad…rrghh… g-gonna RRIP YOOOUUURRRR HEEEEEAAAAARRRTTT OOOOOUUUUTTT!!” Karlach bellowed against her axe, her curved and womanly body, shaking with rage and pain. She was terrifying in the moment.
“Oh, how magnificent! A powerful strike to your balls, but you still stand! But ultimately futile. Sleep knowing that I will take great pleasure in putting down such a grand fury!”
Karlach continued to rise, pulling a hand back to the axe and leaving her ample bulge unprotected, wielding her axe with both viscous and determined hands. She readied up as Mintahra grew confident.
“When you awake, you’ll be of the Absolute!” The Nightwarden exclaimed as she shifted forward to end Karlach’s night but was interrupted. The half-elf threw a guiding bolt at the last moment from the backlines of the goblin fight, a majority slain or maimed. The radiant blast struck Minthara clearly and pushed her off balance.
“For Shar! Karlach, are you alright!?” Shadowheart asked, shifting back to dealing with one of the last goblins.
“NAAGH! MY BALLS HURT SOLDIER, BUT I’M HEATING UP! FUUUCKKK!! ARRRGGGGHH!!!” Karlach stood up, her face shifting into her war mode and approached Minthara with a huge swing of her axe, using the advantage Shadowheart gave her.
Minthara saw the swing and knew the only way to dodge it was to move inwards towards the stick of the weapon. She got in close, the heat of Karlach’s fury burning her cold, dark skin and screamed in pain.
“RAGH!!!” Minthara let out at the heat of Karlach's infernal engine scorching her skin. Her hand fell into Karlach's breast and felt the firm, womanly curve for but a simple, beautiful moment before she had to pull it back.
Karlach did not anticipate the closeness of Minthara and at the feeling of her touch, immediately felt winded. Her rage momentarily stuttered and the moment shifted Karlach’s mind and it was the last thing she felt before a solid, bony object slam into her sore testicles, crushing the massive organs against her hard, womanly body. It felt like a volcano exploding in her center, rushing over her taut abdomen and expanding past her thick, womanly curves and thighs, but it all localized within the confines of her delicate and bruised, hefty testicles. The pain was bright and sharp, and it immediately blinded Karlach.
The large Tiefling dropped her axe and doubled over, closer to Minthara who had to pull away from the sweltering heat of an overworked infernal engine. This gave Karlach the space to collapse to the floor, face first and breasts against the floor. Her eyes crossed and mouth croaked as her hands folded between her legs and desperately held her balls, which felt like they were shattered in half.
Her eyes then closed, tears falling out and hoarse, womanly cries escaping. Her thick and long legs shifted softly as her hands clutched and grabbed at her groin in desperation, clutching her aching organs without shame or hesitation. The rage from before dissipated, this knee being just too much to power through as painful mewling was all that remained in Karlach’s throat until she started to cough heavily, her legs clenching together. She held her balls, the meaty organs pulsating this deep, sick pain underneath her fingertips. Then, she started to dry heave on the floor, her stomach cramping and body heaving forward.
“Karlach! No!” Shadowheart screamed out, leaving the last goblin unslain and rushing over to Karlach.
She watched her friend, her once towering and capable barbarian and felt helpless as she writhed and let spit pool below her lips. Her hands were in, body was uneven and it looked like she couldn’t get something out of her throat.
“No, what happened!? Karlach, you mustn't-”
“Quiet, you half-breed. She's taken care of and you are next.
Shadowheart turned around angrily and threw another guiding bolt at Minthara, but it missed with a sidestep and Minthara’s laugh fueled Shadowheart’s rage.
“You miss more than you hit! It's not your fault, you are but a child after all.”
“I am no child!” Shadowheart responded, her arms tight and spread, showing her powerful womanly body and impressive bulge between her sculpted legs.
Minthara thought ”Not bad, but no Karlach. She's lacking but not weak. Yet, barely deserving. A pretty thing, however.”
“You have one more chance. Bow, before you meet the same fate.”
“I have endured worse than you. My cloister prepared me for all pains and trickery.” Shadowheart exclaimed, looking behind her carefully. She watched Karlach curled up in a ball, gently sobbing and trying to catch her breath, unaware of the outside world.
Minthara laughed at the pretty little flowering showing off behind a knocked down tree.
“They all say that. But you will fall, all the same.”
"You cannot knock me down. Darkness protects me, child of Lolth!”
“Foolish! I am born in the Darkness! You have much to learn. If Karlach fell so easily, why think yourself different?”
Shadowheart grimaced and steadied herself. She looked down at Karlach, who was still on the floor, seemingly delirious in the moment. On her back, one hand on her groin and muttering to herself as she rolled around in abject agony. Shadowheart turned back and didn’t let anything show.
“You think you know me. That’s exactly what I want you to think. Come, drow, and show me that you really are all you think you are.”
Minthara chuckled and smiled. Perhaps this may be more fun than she thought it would be.
Minthara and Shadowheart paced around each other, watching each other's movements and looking for a moment of opportunity. Shadowheart went first, aiming for a quick strike, which was dodged by Minthara. Minthara’s return strike was then blocked and parried by Shadowheart’s shield, who swung low at Minthara’s hips with her mace. Minthara barely pulled herself back in time, just barely dodging the swing and stumbled back, almost losing her footing.
Shadowheart carried on the offense, moving forward and almost didn’t notice a shadow coming up right underneath her.
As Minthara stepped back, she saw Shadowheart’s powerful body centered around her meaty bulge, which lies between her legs. Her balls were prominent at her center and it was clear that there was no protection for Shadowheart where she needed it most. So as she approached Minthara, the skilled Paladin raised her leg up between Shadowheart’s impending legs to strike at those Sharran jewels from underneath.
Shadowheart’s reaction was not to dodge the kick, but instead to close her legs tightly as she felt the air of Minthara’s foot sweeping up towards her delicates, knowing that a kick like that may spell the end for her. This closed her thighs around the Drow’s foot, just inches away from the bottom of Shadowheart’s sack.
Shadowheart gasped in fear but realized that her defense was successful. Minthara was shocked to see how close her foot was to Shadowheart’s juicy nuts, stuck beneath them, a moment away critically hitting but instead smothered by Shadowheart’s thick thighs. Minthara tried to pull her foot up towards those weak testicles, but it was no use. Then she tried to pull her foot down, and the same issue stuck. Minthara then tried to pull back and realized that she was truly stuck. Fear grew on the Drow's face, realizing she is in a position she does not want to be in, with one foot stuck off the floor. She was imbalanced and vulnerable.
“Got you, now!” Shadowheart taunted, smiling proudly as she kept her legs tight together, her thighs trapping Minthara’s boot right beneath where her bulging testicles lay.
Minthara grabbed her stuck leg but it wasn't enough. Shadowheart's legs were too powerful and she raised her mace up, her eyes now on Minthara’s trapped knee. Minthara knew that a strike to her trapped joint would be almost impossible to recover from.
With quick thinking, Minthara acted. The experienced Drow pulled herself down, falling to her back with a thud and throwing Shadowheart off balance. Minthara cackled, lifting her free foot back in a show of flexibility, her strong thighs and firm, round cheeks obvious for the 1st time in this battle, along with her flat crotch in tights, clear that she did not have the same weakness as Shadowheart did. Shadowheart barely noticed this before Mintahra rocketed her foot up and over her trapped foot, slamming her heel into Shadowheart’s testicles from the ground. The round ovals were dented, Minthara clearly feeling the dense orbs as her heel swung in, knowing that her strike was accurate.
Shadowheart yelped out loudly, her testicles unexpectedly getting bashed. Her breath got pushed out of her body and she stumbled back, almost tripping but falling to a knee instead. She clenched her eyes and dropped her mace to cover her aching testicles. Her hand cradled her nuts, which were searing with rising, deep pain and she couldn’t help but moan as she hunched over on a knee. Then she croaked, eyes and mouth clenching as she pushed her shield against the floor.
“Nrrgghh… my b-balls… Lady of Sorrow, please grant me strength… to enduurre…this paaiiinn…” Shadowheart prayed, eyes blinking fast as the nut pain was making her sick to her stomach. The pale skin on her face gained a sickly green hue, covered with sweat and twisting in pain. She looked and felt sick, her stomach spasming under the pain as she realized she had a battle to fight still. She rubbed her thighs together, pushing her hand against her groin and still holding her testicles as she carefully stood up. More akin to stumbling up, weapon hand cradling her nuts and her shield raised up as protection. She squinted her green eyes, tears shading her sight, but able to see a short figure approaching her. Through the pain and her sight, she struggled to understand it, but raised her shield higher and crouched behind it. She moved her hand from her balls up to her eyes to help her vision.
Sazza, the last remaining goblin, was watching the entire time. She saw Minthara and Shadowheart going at it and was in awe at their quickness and resilience. But once she saw an opportunity, she realized that she couldn’t just watch. Minthara created an opening for her, and she took it. Her red hair bopped on her side as she strided forward, knowing the Absolute will guide her path. The familiar goblin sneered, beat her chest and ran right at Shadowheart’s shield.
Shadowheart realized that it was the final, redheaded goblin that was in front of her, the same goblin she argued against releasing from the Tiefling’s cage. She realized she had to act, so she got into a forceful position, trying to ignore the nauseating pain between her legs, and waited to swing her shield out right as Sazza approached.
Shadowheart yelled out as she bashed her shield forward, putting all her weight behind it but somehow, Sazza ducked underneath the shield. With the shield out of the way, she saw Shadowheart’s strong body right in front of her, and her short stature putting her at a perfect height. Shadowheart’s firm and sore testicles, shapely held by her tights were displayed clearly right in front of Sazza. They looked like fruit on a tree, ripe and waiting to be plucked. Sazza acted without thinking, raising her arm up in victory as she approached Shadowheart, her intent entirely on the meaty protrusions, which hung like two meatballs laying beside a short, meaty salami in Shadowheart’s tights. Sazza’s arm went up as she jumped at the perfect moment, jamming her shoulder up and into the opening between Shadowheart's thighs, lifting Shadowheart’s bulge with force and slamming it into her body.
The striking goblin’s arm was forced hard between Shadowheart’s legs, her long arm and fist raising up and bashing against the fit half-elf’s tightly held ass as it tried to split the beautiful sharran in two.
“AAAAHKK!!” Shadowheart cried out, her shield to her side and mouth opening in shock and pain. She could feel her heavy, dense and sore testicles getting slammed into her pelvis. She felt sick before the strike, and now that she vividly felt one testicle getting crushed against her body, it made everything feel worse. Even as the other testicle lifted up, which was visibly seen weighing over Sazza's shoulder from the front, it overwhelmed her senses and the usually sexy half-elf immediately coughed out in sick, nasty pain. It felt like her testicle was shot up through her throat as she choked and dropped the shield to the floor.
Shadowheart almost immediately retched, saliva and more projected from her thin, puckering lips as her green eyes bulged open. Her hand was pressed down on Sazza, who was still up into Shadowheart’s personal space, violating her in the worst way. Shadowheart was meanwhile on the tips of her toes, reeling and stomach spasming from the vile low blow. It was all over for the young, pretty Shadowheart, whose bangs served as a frame for her face, a picture of sick agony and regrettable defeat.
“UNNNN! MMmmMMpHH-” Shadowheart let out over Sazza, thoughtless as the young, dedicated goblin fell back to the floor, feeling Shadowheart’s bulge no longer weighing on her shoulder. On the floor, Sazza was still face to face with Shadowheart’s meaty targets, even as Shadowheart was still on her tiptoes. Her bulge reformed and plopped back into shape right in front of Sazza.
Shadowheart’s testicles were clear as day, one side hanging lower than the other, the other protruding more outwards, as it avoided getting trapped by the uppercut from before. And Shadowheart's soft cock laid innocently above the two healthy orbs, wanting no part in this assault. Sazza held no hesitation as the goblin reared back and straight punched the two testicles with all her goblin might.
Shadowheart was suffering, processing the moments after the low blow, which felt as if it lasted a minute in of itself. And when she felt Sazza rearing back, it all went in slower motion and she could do nothing about it. She knew her hand wasn’t going to come down in time and could only wait in suspension, praying her earlier prayer to the Lady of Sorrow’s will grant her a miracle in this moment. But then she felt Sazza’s fist connect and remembered that absence can also come through overwhelming pain.
And Shadowheart had enough pain inside her to choke on it. Her lower body was pushed back due to the punch to her gonads, body tightening around Sazza for support still and stumbling as she lost her footing. On the tips of her toes still, her legs were high but her thighs closed together once more, unable to protect her vulnerable testicles this time. Pressing her glorious and divine thighs together as her hips pulled back in reaction to Sazza’s second strike to her sore balls, the half-elf Sharran, beautiful as she is prickly, had a mask of pain on her face as her green eyes rolled into the back of her skull. Her knees slammed into the floor and a loud, pathetic grunt escaped her lips. Her breasts pressed against Sazza’s as Shadowheart helplessly started to shift against the pain in her balls. But she was pushed to fall to the floor besides the goblin who bested her, Shadowheart’s upper body arched inwards as her knees were still on the floor, her ass high in the air before, her fingers peeking through her thighs in this moment of tragedy.
Sazza watched Shadowheart’s body shake and moan on the floor. She held her position, before she fell onto her side and began to violently roll back and forth on the floor with her hands completely between her legs. She pressed against the floor, her green eyes wide open but lost inside the pain. She couldn’t breathe or think, gasping for breath for several moments on the floor.
“Nggh… nuhh… uhhnn… ugghhh… m-my balllls…” Shadowheart was barely able to eek out as she writhed, her body shifting and Sazza jumping up and cheering.
“Haha! I did it, I did it! Serves you right, you dumb cunt! Punched you right in the balls! Twice! Ha, the Absolute loves me!”
“Nugh… it hurts… it hurrttss…” Shadowheart whined, writhing on the floor, one hand pressed firmly against her inner thigh now, pressing her balls against her hand. Her eyes were watery, and she sniffed, hiding her face in shame. Shadowheart was surely suffering in the moment.
The pain and sickness inside her was overwhelming, and she could hardly breathe. But as she looked up, she saw the dumb, hopeless goblin cheering and taunting her, and it twisted something in her. Sick and ragged, her face was covered with sweat and her eyes were watering. Through the pain inside her, she also felt a rising of something righteous. She coughed as she rolled onto her side, hands pushing against the floor.
“You… you… ahh… you will… nnngghh… you will… B-BLEeEEeed for meEEeE WHEN I GET UP!” Shadowheart screeched, her voice straining in anger as she got to her knees, her face twisting in anger.
Sazza pushed forward right into Shadowheart’s face, not backing down at her rage.
“And then I’ll just punch your balls again! You can’t scare m-”
Shadowheart grabbed Sazza’s throat tightly and carefully, and painfully, started to stand up. Her hand covered her groin, clutching her nuts tightly as she stood. She tightened her grip with both hands, one to caress and protect and the other to crush the windpipe of the Sazza.
“We should have killed you in that cage, like the animal you are! You won’t get me again, you vile mutt!” Shadowheart threatened.
“Ah, but it is you that’s impure, half-elf.”
Shadowheart turned around at the sound of Minthara’s voice pushing away Sazza. Her braided hair swung like a whip as Shadowheart turned towards the Drow woman, who was grinning at the weakened Shadowheart with deadly thoughts.
Her face immediately frowned with disgust as she began to speak. “You are weak and bound to fail. Kneel before you regret making an enemy of the Absolute.”
“Never.” Shadowheart asserted with determination.
Minthara’s gaze turned into amusement. “I hope you’d say that.”
Sazza had Shadowheart’s mace in her hand and got closer to Shadowheart, who swung the stolen Sharran mace in Shadowheart’s Sharran berries, between her spread legs and devastated what was left of Shadowheart’s will to fight. Her testicles, already bruised and sore, were flattened unevenly against her body, her meaty mound getting reshaped by the brutal contours of her mace, the meaty testicles filling up whatever space they could on the mace with her dick pushed outwards with no room. It was a truly, sickeningly perfect strike.
Shadowheart immediately felt her mistake as her testicles got crushed once more and she immediately fell to her knees without any hesitation or thought. Her whine was high pitched as she pulled her hands in to cover her abused testicles. She was curled over her knees, shifting forward and raising her neck as the pain moved her. She barely looked up under the pain, her eyes weak and pathetic, begging for relief as she again fell, cheek first into the dirty floor. She held this position for a few moments, shifting and whining before Minthara kicked her side, knocking her over. Her balls jolted in her palms and it kickstarted a new wave of pain, violating her strong, womanly body and unleashing a banshee scream. It was overwhelming and after she screamed, her mouth gasped several times as she convulsed on the floor. Her tight, beautiful body a sight for sore eyes, dancing without rhythm and her curvy frame trembling against the dirty floor.
“Ah, pathetic. A pretty thing, but muddied blood with such an obvious weakness. The Absolute always has use for someone like you.” Minthara boredly said, looking around. She saw Karlach still on the floor, barely conscious and Shadowheart actively on her knees, cheeks into the ground and making terrible noises. She knew there was more to do.
“Sazza, roll the mongrel girl onto her back for me. And pull her fingers away from that halfblood distillery of hers. I’m not finished with her.”
“Uh-huh boss!” Sazza knew not what a distillery was, but she got the message.
Shadowheart was rolled onto her back, barely fighting back as Sazza pulled her hands above her head.
“Like this, Lady Minthara?” Sazza asked, looking up at her master.
Minthara swaggered between Shadowheart’s legs, her thighs rubbing together as she approached Shadowheart, whose thighs were also rubbing against one another, but for a different purpose. Both women had thick thighs and a beautiful body, but Minthara’s thighs rubbed together, not for protection or to bring slight comfort through the pain, but in confidence and pride. She had no such weakness. And she was going to be able to establish why those weak, juicy targets are nothing but a detriment and target practice for everyone else.
Shadowheart had no thoughts as her arms were held over her head, body dirty and sweat covered. Her back was arching, muscles clear and legs twisting, moaning and breathing harshly.
Shadowheart was hopeless, her hips and thighs trying to displace the discomfort of her intense, overwhelming testicular pain but Minthara grabbed her ankles and spread her legs.
“Ah!” She yelped in pain. “N-no… stop, you can’t.” Shadowheart begged without much effort. She didn’t even sound like she knew where she was, but only knew the danger her spread legs posed to her in this state. Her legs weakly tried to curl in and pull together, but it just encouraged Minthara to spread her legs even further apart.
“Oh, but I will. And if you’re lucky, this will end your miserable night, mutt. Be grateful.”
Minthara looked down at Shadowheart’s spread legs, her testicles full and clear in her outfit, body just as full and fit. The two bruised orbs were protruding, staring daggers into Minthara, and the drow was not one to back down from a challenge.
She looked up, over Shadowheart’s strong and fit body. A specimen to be sure, and her breasts were held tightly in her clothes, but also clearly firm and well sized. They shifted as she writhed and weakly struggled, her cleavage pressing together and begging for release. Minthara imagined grabbing them, stomping them, sucking them before she looked up to Shadowheart’s face, and imagined her face in those moments of sensuality. She took in her sharp features, which looked so delicate and weak in the moment, realizing that in a smile or ecstasy, she would be gorgeous. But here, she was helpless and her face was warping in agony, which held its own beauty. Her sharp features and sharp ears were elf enough and Minthara could see why the Absolute would want this body on their side, instead of slain and wasted.
“You really are a pretty thing. I will enjoy this.”
Minthara raised her leg, high and proud before stomping her foot without mercy into Shadowheart’s testicles, crushing them against her body.
She yelled out in sheer pain, her throat arching as pain spiked to a new level. All the pain before was nothing. This was everything and more as her entire world went into a bright inferno, the pain exploding inside her scrotum and between her legs. Her powerful legs twisted in pain, desperate to close and her throat gagged under the excruciating pain stemming from her bruised, screaming testicles which was the entire of Shadowheart’s universe. All there was, was pain, which was circling around those two, screaming and flattened testicles in Shadowheart’s mind. She had no control as her hands twitched, body convulsed as Minthara dug her heel in, twisting Shadowheart’s testicles with her foot as Sazza continued to hold her hands above her head.
“Yeah, yeah! Stomp them good, Minthara! Break her, break her!”
Shadowheart writhed, the agony unbearable. Her veins expanded and skin reddened in pain and then Minthara put all her pressure into one testicle, crushing it against her body and smiling sadistically as Shadowheart spasmed in response to the pain.
“Nrrrgggaaaa! Ahmnnnnuhhuhh! Ahahannaahhhahhh!” A sudden jolt of urgent clarity through the pain, let Shadowheart realize the danger she was in. “My balls going to pop, pop ahhH! AHH, stop, stop! Darkness, save me!” Shadowheart cried out in pain as Minthara continued to twist her foot.
Minthara laughed as she pulled her foot off just to slam it again hard and brutally. Shadowheart screamed out, choking on something mid-scream and rolling her eyes as she spasmed in place. She then let go of Shadowheart’s legs, which immediately twisted around and writhed without thought, trying to flip Shadowheart’s body over. Sazza then let go and Shadowheart curedl over her pain and choked in absolute agony. She shivered in pain, eyes closed shut and cut off from the rest of the world. She rolled onto her back for a moment, still shivering and breasts protruding as she shook in paralyzing pain. Shadowheart’s eyes were closed tight, but opened in desperation as she let loose an animal's dying gurgle before rolling over, tensing in pain as a strained cough was exhumed. It died into a low, animals moan as Shadowheart’s mouth stayed open, lips against the floor for moments until all was quiet at last. Her hands clenching her large and swollen testicles still, but she was entirely spent.
Sazza walked next to Minthara and smiled.
“We got them good boss, didn’t we?” Sazza informally spoke.
“Yes… yes we did. Prepare them for transport. I will look for a slave to drag them to our camp.”
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