Seeds of Heroism - Chapter 32
Chapter 32 – content >!chastity, non-con/reverse rape!<
Queen Bruna held her chin, humming to herself in thought as her dainty feet mashed and squeezed the fleshy sack beneath her. Her toes jabbed and prodded the copious nuts and rolled them around in their sack while she was in deep thought, pondering a thick stack of parchment that reported on the goings-on at the front. Occasionally, when she would read a piece of information that didn’t agree with her, she would squeeze the balls between her toes, calming herself with the feeling of nutmeat deforming and bubbling up between the dainty digits. It also served to make the fragile orbs that much more impressive, the swelling of his busted balls adding to the sack bulging out from having its blood flow stopped by another loop of wire.
Unlike the tall throne she had used during the council’s meeting, the accubitum, a sort of couch without a back, was much more comfortable for long periods of reading, and it was made that bit more comfortable by sitting on Jim’s face. As the queen turned another page, something must have given her pause. Distracted by the news, she absent-mindedly started sliding the ball of her foot along the cock she used as a footrest.
Muffled sounds reverberated through her loins, which made the queen sit bolt upright. “Hmm, what was that?”
She lifted her butt slightly, so that Jim could speak. “Good news, your majesty?” He managed to keep the bitterness he felt out of his voice, although admittedly the slow footjob she was giving him helped. That, and the fear that his nuts were slowly starting to die off from the makeshift banding a maid had applied to his scrotum.
She hummed and sat back down a bit further. He could feel the warmth radiating from her pussy on the bridge of his nose. “… I must thank you, I suppose,” Bruna said.
It took Jim a few moments to focus on something other than his cock and the soft folds pressed against his face. “Thanks for what? Your majesty,” he asked.
“Roridafiga has fallen. Calvino’s supposedly impenetrable fortress is ours. We could not have picked a better time to wage this war. Thank you, my little hero. Mm, it still feels strange to say.”
“Stop calling me that! You only use me to bring death and destruction to my friends!”
The queen snorted at his impertinence and slammed her foot down into his nuts as punishment. “And yet it is true enough. Put yourself in my shoes, you seem educated enough for a peasant. Using the price on your head as a pretext has allowed me to pretend this war is some altruistic crusade for your honour. Declaring you my harbinger has allowed me to bring the last noble houses doubting me under my power. You have been nothing but heroic to me. Not to mention, compared to those friends you travel with, your conduct has been nothing but spectacular.” She patted the head of his cock in appreciation.
“What do you mean?” Jim asked through gritted teeth.
“Don’t play dumb. That Aramis character is a small-time crook who thinks much too highly of himself. I have heard the maids talking, he’s been trying to get his dick wet from the moment he arrived. And that elf girl of yours… well, do I even need to say anything? She is already infamous in the city, ohohoho!”
“You know Liriel’s past?” Jim asked quietly.
“You do not?” She laughed. “Yes, I suppose if I were her, I would not go around advertising the fact that I used to work for an infamous ring of slavers and assassins either. She was part of the so-called Silver Hand, working as a slave trader for them.”
He couldn’t believe what she had just told him. Liriel, his… he swallowed the lump in his throat, his girlfriend, a slave trader?
No, this was obviously just some ruse to try and divide their party. He couldn’t let her play him like this! It was bad enough that she was holding him hostage as so-called ‘harbinger’.
The term had confused him, and the queen wasn’t the most forthcoming with information. What Jim had gleaned from context, it seemed to be some sort of historical position, employed by rulers of the past in an effort to convince the council to support their more contentious decisions. Apparently, a ruler would… *wager*, for lack of a better word, their testicles, vowing that if the Goddess disagreed with their decision, she would strip him of his manhood for erring. Thus, if someone managed to pop those wagered balls, the ruler in question would be seen as a failure and sent into exile, possibly to some cloister to serve the Goddess for their failure. Some would even throw themselves off the palace’s walls, but he wasn’t sure if that was because of their failure or the fact that they had been unmanned.
Jim had dared to ask if that tradition had been used more often by queens or kings. The only surprising answer to that question had been that there had been *any* king who had wagered his own nuts this way, instead of a designated harbinger’s balls like all the queens before and after him.
Defiantly, Jim wiggled his face back and forth, digging his nose into the queen’s clit. He grinned in grim satisfaction when she yelped in surprise. At least he could still do *some* things to throw this ice queen off her game.
“Oh, feeling naughty, are you, hero?” She took revenge by rubbing herself against his face, coating him in her blossoming dampness. Then she took a small bell and rang it.
The door burst open, and three maids rushed in, apparently knowing already what was expected of them. The queen sat on the edge of the accubitum. As one maid knelt in front of her, burying her head into her muff to eat her out, the other two applied themselves to Jim’s dick.
One was roughly jerking him to a full erection, gripping his cock much too tightly. The other started to prepare something from a small jewellery box. When he felt the maid’s mouth close around the head of his cock, slicking him up with her saliva, Jim asked, “Wait, what’s going on?”
“A woman has needs, little hero. I thought it obvious from the collection of toys I keep in my harem that I know very well how to keep mine satisfied.”
His eyes bulged out, both from the Bruna’s implication as well as the plug that one of the maids roughly shoved up his cock. It looked like a little umbrella, the canopy of it encasing his glans. Jim groaned. “You can’t mean that you… I mean, that we’re going to…”
“That’s exactly what I mean. Oh, but don’t expect to be blowing your load. The maids will make sure of that,” the queen answered.
She sat on him and scooted forward, leaving a glistening trail along Jim’s chest. The queen grasped his cock, gave it a few experimental tugs and bent it down roughly. She was handling him like she would a dildo.
“Wait, I don’t wan-” he began, but felt the syllables get stuck in his throat as the queen suddenly shoved herself forward, impaling herself on a third of his cock.
“Hooh, good job you three, you remembered to warm the plug up beforehand. This is much more enjoyable than the last time I had you prepare me a toy that wasn’t deseeded. A shame I had to snip off the stick from that one. What was his name again?”
“I believe it was Tristan, your majesty,” one of the maids answered.
“I see. A forgettable name for a forgettable fuck, I suppose.” She rolled her hips back and forth, hardly taking any more of his length inside of her little snatch, instead enjoying the pressure of his cock bending up against her walls with her small movements.
“Yo-your majesty, I never said I wanted to do this! Not with you!” Jim said and grasped her hips. But before he could throw her off, three hard strikes slammed into his nuts in quick succession.
Whimpering, he held onto the queen’s hips, unable to prevent her from pleasuring herself with his obstructed dick. Only when another set of punches struck home into the centre of his right testicle did it occur to him to let go of Bruna.
“Ohohoho, I’m afraid what you want is entirely irrelevant. You will not be sticking your cock in any other girls unless I specifically order you to. Do you know how great of an honour it is to get to fuck a harbinger? Don’t expect to be cumming again before this war is over, your dick will make a nice reward for any girls that distinguished themselves on the battlefield! Hit him again, girls!”
The maids punched his nuts with glee. “Haah,” she gasped, “but this seems to excite you. You just got bigger inside me, hero! Rather pathetic, don’t you think? To get harder because girls are punching your balls? Give him another one!”
As the three punches rang out, both Bruna and Jim gasped, one in pleasure, the other in pain. “Ohoho, I knew it! You like getting your nuts struck! …fuck, you’re big…”
The queen fucked herself with his dick, straining to take in even just the third of his fuckmeat she had started out with. Unlike her usual reserved mien, she moaned and gasped. As he swelled, the pressure of the dainty woman’s cunt increased around his glans, slowly forcing it out of her passage. It resulted in Bruna taking less and less of his cock inside of her, but being stretched further and further by the swelling appendage.
Jim was digging his nails into the accubitum beneath, trying to remain quiet. He didn’t want to give her the satisfaction that she was making him feel good, that even with a piece of metal in his dick and wire digging into his scrotum, he wanted nothing more but push deeper into her, spread her and make her whimper from his rock-hard cock.
A small gasped escaped him and she smiled.
*Fuck!*
Immediately, she started fucking him harder, her pussy lewdly squelching as it struggled to take the massive penis inside.
Just as he was about to pop out of her, Bruna threw her head back, her walls squeezing his cock hard as she held him inside of her and came. “Oh Goddess, yes!” she screamed. He felt her pussy contract around his length, finally pushing him out. The sudden drop in pressure forced her juices out of her cunt that had no way around the massive cock filling her before. Grool splattered one of the maids in the face, covering her in a clear, viscous coat.
“Oooooh, fuck! Goddess, I think I will not be able to go back to my other toys after that…” she gasped.
“It is true, your majesty. You are gaping much more than when you usually call for us. I don’t think you will even be able to feel the boys in the harem in such a state.”
Bruna laughed and brushed some hair away from her red face. “Hear that, little hero? If I didn’t know you would break a nut the second you stepped away from my watchful eye, I would be using you to wage this war! The women of Calvino would not be able to be satisfied by the puny cocks they have at home after you have had your way with them! They would join us of their own accord!”
“A splendid idea, your majesty,” one of the maids said, entirely deadpan.
Still struggling for breath, Bruna said, “Hoh, maybe I should be testing him out on one of you first…” The maid didn’t say anything but flinched at the idea. A terrified side-eye at the rock-hard dick still dominating her view betrayed her thoughts easily enough.
“And what about me?” Jim dared to ask. He was starting to feel light-headed from his painfully erect dick.
“I don’t think so, little hero. Girls, see that you remove the bands around his nuts, but find a cage for him. No need for a custom order, I think Harald’s size might be a smidgen too small for him, so go for one just a little bit bigger. The harbinger’s balls must be plump and full, and I don’t want him jerking himself silly.”
“Yes, your majesty.” Bruna got off Jim’s chest and shakily traipsed over to a proper desk to finish reading the documents. The maids meanwhile got to work on Jim’s nuts. From somewhere, they produced a heavy set of pliers that they rather carelessly jammed into his sack, trying to force them in-between his scrotum and the metal.
“Ow! Hey, watch it!” The maids only gave him and his dick a black look and jammed the pliers harder into his nuts. She gave the orbs a few light squeezes, and it was clear enough as a threat.
He breathed a sigh of relief when the wire was cut, only to immediately draw air back in through his teeth when the pain of his liberated nuts hit him. While the maids were impatiently trying to get him to move, Jim bent forward and clutched his groin. His balls felt like they were on fire.
This didn’t seem to please the maids. “Move, harbinger!” A swift kick into his dangling balls got him up again, but the overwhelming pain finally killed his erection.
With a bright tinkling, the metal cock plug fell to the ground and was swooped up by one of the maids.
Back in Jim’s room, the three maids threw some *very* cold water on him, and after trying out a few sizes, pulled a cock cage over his penis. With a chilling snap of metal, the lock clicked shut, and his dick was locked away. As soon as he was locked, the maids breathed a sigh of relief and laughed. To his chagrin, they poked and prodded the tamed cock as well as his balls. Blood was rushing back into his cock, and the bars of the cage dug into his skin. Still laughing, the maids scurried off to deliver the key to his cage to the queen, and Jim was suddenly alone again.
*Where has it all gone so wrong?*, he thought. It seemed so long ago that he was walking through the strangely angular streets of Roridafiga, just after he had fought off that damn harpy… and now the city had already fallen into Bruna’s hands? He hoped that officer lady and her soldiers were OK, at least… she seemed to have had a bad day when she stopped Jim’s party to search them.
For some reason, Jim couldn’t shake the feeling that demons had their hands in all of this. That, somehow, this was all according to Lilith’s plan – he just couldn’t say to what end.
If Lilith wanted him for his… balls, why go to the trouble of embroiling two countries in a war? Unless this wasn’t her doing and Bruna was as warmongering as she seemed, even without the influence of the demons…
A loud knock on his door jolted him out of his thoughts, leaving Jim very confused. Bruna had just sent him away, who but her could want something from him? By now it was clear that he was her prisoner, no way she would let Liriel and Aramis just wander around the palace and come visi-
Another knock impatiently rang out. “Jim, are you there? The queen assured me she sent you back to your chambers. I would *love* to have a little talk with you…”
As Jim tried to place the voice of the person in the hallway, a hand urgently rattled at the door. Seemed like the maids had locked him in…
“I *need* to talk to you, open up,” the voice demanded. It sounded strained, somehow, as if it caused the person great strain to speak. “Do not worry, I have no ill intentions!” The words were spat out like dirt. Didn’t she sound like the old woman, that baroness on the council?
Suddenly, the voice changed. “If you won’t open for me, I will have to find ways to come inside, boy. You have kept me waiting long enough. I have someone you must meet.” This new voice sounded… oily, somehow. Alluring, but wrong, unnatural. It stirred a memory in him of his time in Seduttri, of the being that called herself Malphas. He wanted to get out.
Trying not to make a sound, he hurried towards the little privy. If he climbed through the hole with his hands in front, he should be able to-
“You there, maid! Come over here. Open this door for me, and be quick about it.”
Jim was up on the bathtub and halfway through the hole in seconds. This was the tough part. With his arms already through the hole, he could wiggle sideways and hopefully slip through.
From the other room, he could hear a key be inserted into the door. Grunting, he pushed and slithered forwards, popping through just as the door swung open.
He flopped onto the edge below the window. His left foot slipped off the wet stone, slick from rain. He flailed about, desperate to keep his balance and not fall off the side of the palace.
“Where are you! I know you’re here! Lilith is eagerly awaiting you!” the baroness said from within.
He lurched forward and pressed against the wall. Willing himself not to look down, he walked forwards, right from the window, towards some place he could hide. In front of him, the walls of the palace jumped out, and there was no more ledge to sidle along.
“You’re not trying to escape, are you, boy? Oh, the wonders of hell I have to show you. I’m not going to deliver you to her majesty at once, no, I will have my fun with you first. You were too annoying to track down not to.” He could hear the voice of the baroness right behind him.
There was no ledge but a downpipe. Abandoning all care, he ran the next few steps and slung his arms around the pipe. The fastenings groaned, but held his weight. Jim pushed his feet against the wall and started climbing down.
“You know you cannot win against the empress of hell. It is your fate, boy, so stop resisting.” The head of the baroness appeared at the window, looking to the left. “You aren’t out here, are you?”
He closed his eyes and took his feet off the wall. Without them, the pipe was much too slick to hold onto. He slid down. Cold, wet air rushed past him. He knew he needed to slow down, needed to stop
his uncontrolled slide down. Jim tried to push his right foot against the wall, grinding it into the stone. It barely did anything. Then, his foot slammed into something. Suddenly stopped, his knee struck his chest, forcing the air out of his lungs. Dazed, his momentum pivoted him around on his foot, towards the palace wall. He slammed through a window and hit the ground.
Jim’s heart was hammering in his chest, and his lungs tried desperately to fill themselves with air. Outside, he heard the wind and the rain, and a few of the glass shards hit the stone of the parade grounds below. For a minute, he lay there, breathing in dusty as panic and pain hit him.
His foot hurt badly, he could only hope it wasn’t twisted or broken. Shaking himself slightly, glass tinked as it fell off his hair and back. He could feel a few cuts weep blood, but he felt that he could manage. Trying to keep the weight off his right foot, he pushed himself up.
The room he was in was dark, sparsely lit by the shaft of grey light filtering in through the small window. Still, he could see rows upon rows of crystal bottles twinkle in the dark. Jim walked up to one shelf and carefully picked one of the bottles up. Raising it above his head, he could see it was filled with a strange black liquid. It looked almost like ink, but it was thicker, more viscous than mere ink. He carefully put the bottle back in its place. A quick inspection of the other bottles showed they were all similarly filled with black goop.
He didn’t have time for this. This was probably his only chance! He needed to make his way to Liriel and Aramis, hopefully before Helene could find him again! Maybe together, they could come up with some plan to stop this war… or at least escape from queen Bruna’s and Helene’s clutches.
Carefully, he opened the door and peered outside. A small antechamber separated the bottle room from the hallway, but thankfully it was empty. On a table, a cup of tea stood, still steaming and waiting to be drunk. Someone was bound to be on their way back to it, he needed to get a move on.
Jim limped out into the deserted hallway. He wasn’t sure if he could actually find his way back to the queen’s chambers or the council’s hall, but he had a rough idea which way they were. He turned and walked the other way.
The palace of Hôdoburg was laid out like a maze, or at least, that’s what it felt like to Jim. The Praetorians and sometimes the maids had led him to and from the queen multiples times now, but always late at night or early in the morning. He had chalked it up to the queen being ignorant of other people’s need for sleep, but maybe she had actually been trying to keep him from remembering the palace’s layout.
Not even the tour they had been given when they arrived helped. None of the rooms looked familiar to Jim. Where were the gardens? Where the royal library?
A dull smacking sound made him turn down a narrow and dark hallway. He kept close to the wall, in case someone came down the corridor, he could open one of the doors and head into the room. Another *thud* reached his ears, this time accompanied by a low groan.
Turning a corner, he saw a wide portal, through which the flickering light of candles and braziers fell. This room was evidently the source of the sound.
“Next one! Hurry up, boys, all those that didn’t get milked in the dungeon today line up and spread your legs!”
Finally, a place Jim recognized, even if he was reluctant to admit it. The queen’s harem. Before a group of maids, the slaves lazily lined up in rows in front of the maids. The slave at the front stepped forward, spread his legs and put his hands behind his back. Then the maids took a step back and drilled their feet into their nuts.
Jim watched in horror as each slave got his nuts punted at least five times, some even had to endure up to twenty kicks. He couldn’t tell if there was some reason for the difference in treatment, or if it was just the maids feeling particularly sadistic towards a few of the boys. Multiple slaves fell to the ground clutching what was left of their balls, having to be dragged away by their comrades.
In the background, he could see about a dozen or so slaves already lying on palanquins and divans with horribly swollen balls glowing black and blue. They didn’t get up, apparently already having received some kind of testicular punishment.
Jim was so absorbed in the spectacle that he didn’t notice the person approaching him from behind. That meant that he didn’t even have time to react when a hand suddenly wrapped around his mouth and pulled him back, into another door and the dark room that lay behind it.
“MMMPH! MHMM!”
“Jim, not so loud! It’s me!” Slowly, the hand around his mouth lifted away.
“Aramis?” Jim asked.
“Who else? I see you’re getting the layout of this place as well, nice one. Liriel didn’t think you’d have it in you, good to see she was wrong,” Aramis said with a smirk.
“Liriel? Wait, did the queen lock you two up as well? Are you OK? Did she do anything to Liriel?”
“The queen? I haven’t seen her since that dinner. They put us in little guest rooms and threw away the key. Honestly, I think she forgot about us. What about you? Did the queen talk to you?”
“Talk to me?” Jim asked incredulously. “She used me as a chair, bed and… other things for the last few days. Every minute I wasn’t asleep, I spent with her ass on my face!”
“Hmm, nice. Even I can’t say to have pulled that off,” Aramis said and nodded with newfound respect.
“Nice? It was horrible! I mean, she…” Jim sighed. “Never mind. Good to see you. Have you been exploring this place these last days? Have you found a way out?”
“Sure have. Once you get used to the pattern of halls they use in this place, it’s not so bad. Although there have been some… delays, heh. Turns out some of the maids get *really* pent-up caring for the queen’s harem, if you catch my drift,” Aramis said and wiggled his eyebrows.
Jim felt a headache coming on. “So that’s how you got out? You made nice with the maids?”
“Oh Goddess no, a woman’s heart is much too fickle for me to stake my freedom on it.” He grinned and stuck a hand into his pants. When he pulled it back out, it was clutching a silver butter knife. “I told you to steal some stuff, didn’t I? The gaps between the doors and the frames are so wide here, you can easily wiggle a knife in-between and get them open in seconds. Real shoddy workmanship if I’m being honest, whoever built this place must have been a cheapskate.”
When Jim didn’t answer, Aramis shrugged and stowed the knife away again. “Come on, let’s head over to Liriel. I feel like we should plan our next steps.”
“Please. Lead the way,” Jim said dryly.
Through a series of halls and rooms, Aramis led the way, following a twisting path through the palace that Jim found himself unable to remember. The series of turns that he tried to engrave into memory made the walk feel much longer than it actually was.
When Aramis finally stopped in front of a door and quickly unlocked it to let Jim walk through, he couldn’t hold back a relieved whimper.
An elf-shaped blur rushed towards him and started crushing him in a tight hug.
“Liriel!” he said and hugged her back.
“I was so worried! Thank the Goddess you are alright,” she said wetly and buried her face in his chest.
For a few minutes, they stood in the middle of the room, not saying anything, but not daring to stop their embrace. They simply enjoyed each other’s presence, and Aramis was happy to stay off to the side and let them have their moment.
It was Liriel who eventually lifted her head and leaned back. Her eyes were red and wet, her small nose running with snot.
“I’m back, no need to cry, Liriel.”
“I’m not crying, you dummy!” she said with big round tears on her cheeks.
“Uh-huh,” Jim said and smiled.
“I didn’t know what to do, you were suddenly taken away and no one would tell us anything, and then Aramis found me, but he hadn’t seen you either, and I thought they might have done things to you and that they were trying to keep us separated, but fewer and fewer servants even bothered to come here and then Aramis said he would go looking for you, but it just seemed like he was trying to flirt with the maids and-”
“Shh, it’s OK. Queen Bruna basically held me hostage, declaring me something like a harbinger, so I didn’t have a chance to escape yet. But I’m fine, see? Even better now that I’ve found you two again,” Jim said. Telling her about Helene could come later.
Liriel nodded and wiped her nose on her sleeve. “I see… then, if you are fine, I need to do this.”
He tilted his head in confusion. “Do what?”
In response, Liriel’s knee shot up and crushed his nuts, each testicle spilling over her leg and knee like an avalanche of smushed manhood . Holding onto Jim for both stability and to keep him from closing his legs before she was done, the elf slammed her knee between his legs again and again. Jim was taken entirely by surprise. Suddenly getting his nuts crunched by Liriel’s leg was not what he had expected. After knee number three, she started shouting at him.
“This!” SLAM. “Is for!” SLAM. “Ignoring me!” SLAM. “When I said!” SLAM. “The capitol’s!” SLAM! “Dangerous!” SLAM!
She let go of him and he folded like wet paper. Next, she turned to Aramis.
The foxkin had watched her bust Jim’s balls and he knew exactly what was coming. His hands stuck to his groin, and he started running in circles around the room as the elf girl chased after him.
“Get back here! This is your fault as well! I know you encouraged Jim to ignore my warnings! You must learn! With your acorns!”
From his spot on the floor, in the fetal position, he watched his two friends run laps around him. Even though his balls felt like they had been wrung out like a washcloth, he couldn’t help but smile. Feeling Liriel’s knee, or hand, smash his nuts had become so familiar to him, it felt almost right. It felt comforting, in a painful way. But still, he hoped the pain in his jewels would subside soon. Jim wanted to discuss their next steps.
But as he watched them, the queen’s voice forced its way back into his thoughts.
*“She used to work for slavers and assassins. She was part of the Silver Hand.”*
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Queen Bruna held her chin, humming to herself in thought as her dainty feet mashed and squeezed the fleshy sack beneath her. Her toes jabbed and prodded the copious nuts and rolled them around in their sack while she was in deep thought, pondering a thick stack of parchment that reported on the goings-on at the front. Occasionally, when she would read a piece of information that didn’t agree with her, she would squeeze the balls between her toes, calming herself with the feeling of nutmeat deforming and bubbling up between the dainty digits. It also served to make the fragile orbs that much more impressive, the swelling of his busted balls adding to the sack bulging out from having its blood flow stopped by another loop of wire.
Unlike the tall throne she had used during the council’s meeting, the accubitum, a sort of couch without a back, was much more comfortable for long periods of reading, and it was made that bit more comfortable by sitting on Jim’s face. As the queen turned another page, something must have given her pause. Distracted by the news, she absent-mindedly started sliding the ball of her foot along the cock she used as a footrest.
Muffled sounds reverberated through her loins, which made the queen sit bolt upright. “Hmm, what was that?”
She lifted her butt slightly, so that Jim could speak. “Good news, your majesty?” He managed to keep the bitterness he felt out of his voice, although admittedly the slow footjob she was giving him helped. That, and the fear that his nuts were slowly starting to die off from the makeshift banding a maid had applied to his scrotum.
She hummed and sat back down a bit further. He could feel the warmth radiating from her pussy on the bridge of his nose. “… I must thank you, I suppose,” Bruna said.
It took Jim a few moments to focus on something other than his cock and the soft folds pressed against his face. “Thanks for what? Your majesty,” he asked.
“Roridafiga has fallen. Calvino’s supposedly impenetrable fortress is ours. We could not have picked a better time to wage this war. Thank you, my little hero. Mm, it still feels strange to say.”
“Stop calling me that! You only use me to bring death and destruction to my friends!”
The queen snorted at his impertinence and slammed her foot down into his nuts as punishment. “And yet it is true enough. Put yourself in my shoes, you seem educated enough for a peasant. Using the price on your head as a pretext has allowed me to pretend this war is some altruistic crusade for your honour. Declaring you my harbinger has allowed me to bring the last noble houses doubting me under my power. You have been nothing but heroic to me. Not to mention, compared to those friends you travel with, your conduct has been nothing but spectacular.” She patted the head of his cock in appreciation.
“What do you mean?” Jim asked through gritted teeth.
“Don’t play dumb. That Aramis character is a small-time crook who thinks much too highly of himself. I have heard the maids talking, he’s been trying to get his dick wet from the moment he arrived. And that elf girl of yours… well, do I even need to say anything? She is already infamous in the city, ohohoho!”
“You know Liriel’s past?” Jim asked quietly.
“You do not?” She laughed. “Yes, I suppose if I were her, I would not go around advertising the fact that I used to work for an infamous ring of slavers and assassins either. She was part of the so-called Silver Hand, working as a slave trader for them.”
He couldn’t believe what she had just told him. Liriel, his… he swallowed the lump in his throat, his girlfriend, a slave trader?
No, this was obviously just some ruse to try and divide their party. He couldn’t let her play him like this! It was bad enough that she was holding him hostage as so-called ‘harbinger’.
The term had confused him, and the queen wasn’t the most forthcoming with information. What Jim had gleaned from context, it seemed to be some sort of historical position, employed by rulers of the past in an effort to convince the council to support their more contentious decisions. Apparently, a ruler would… *wager*, for lack of a better word, their testicles, vowing that if the Goddess disagreed with their decision, she would strip him of his manhood for erring. Thus, if someone managed to pop those wagered balls, the ruler in question would be seen as a failure and sent into exile, possibly to some cloister to serve the Goddess for their failure. Some would even throw themselves off the palace’s walls, but he wasn’t sure if that was because of their failure or the fact that they had been unmanned.
Jim had dared to ask if that tradition had been used more often by queens or kings. The only surprising answer to that question had been that there had been *any* king who had wagered his own nuts this way, instead of a designated harbinger’s balls like all the queens before and after him.
Defiantly, Jim wiggled his face back and forth, digging his nose into the queen’s clit. He grinned in grim satisfaction when she yelped in surprise. At least he could still do *some* things to throw this ice queen off her game.
“Oh, feeling naughty, are you, hero?” She took revenge by rubbing herself against his face, coating him in her blossoming dampness. Then she took a small bell and rang it.
The door burst open, and three maids rushed in, apparently knowing already what was expected of them. The queen sat on the edge of the accubitum. As one maid knelt in front of her, burying her head into her muff to eat her out, the other two applied themselves to Jim’s dick.
One was roughly jerking him to a full erection, gripping his cock much too tightly. The other started to prepare something from a small jewellery box. When he felt the maid’s mouth close around the head of his cock, slicking him up with her saliva, Jim asked, “Wait, what’s going on?”
“A woman has needs, little hero. I thought it obvious from the collection of toys I keep in my harem that I know very well how to keep mine satisfied.”
His eyes bulged out, both from the Bruna’s implication as well as the plug that one of the maids roughly shoved up his cock. It looked like a little umbrella, the canopy of it encasing his glans. Jim groaned. “You can’t mean that you… I mean, that we’re going to…”
“That’s exactly what I mean. Oh, but don’t expect to be blowing your load. The maids will make sure of that,” the queen answered.
She sat on him and scooted forward, leaving a glistening trail along Jim’s chest. The queen grasped his cock, gave it a few experimental tugs and bent it down roughly. She was handling him like she would a dildo.
“Wait, I don’t wan-” he began, but felt the syllables get stuck in his throat as the queen suddenly shoved herself forward, impaling herself on a third of his cock.
“Hooh, good job you three, you remembered to warm the plug up beforehand. This is much more enjoyable than the last time I had you prepare me a toy that wasn’t deseeded. A shame I had to snip off the stick from that one. What was his name again?”
“I believe it was Tristan, your majesty,” one of the maids answered.
“I see. A forgettable name for a forgettable fuck, I suppose.” She rolled her hips back and forth, hardly taking any more of his length inside of her little snatch, instead enjoying the pressure of his cock bending up against her walls with her small movements.
“Yo-your majesty, I never said I wanted to do this! Not with you!” Jim said and grasped her hips. But before he could throw her off, three hard strikes slammed into his nuts in quick succession.
Whimpering, he held onto the queen’s hips, unable to prevent her from pleasuring herself with his obstructed dick. Only when another set of punches struck home into the centre of his right testicle did it occur to him to let go of Bruna.
“Ohohoho, I’m afraid what you want is entirely irrelevant. You will not be sticking your cock in any other girls unless I specifically order you to. Do you know how great of an honour it is to get to fuck a harbinger? Don’t expect to be cumming again before this war is over, your dick will make a nice reward for any girls that distinguished themselves on the battlefield! Hit him again, girls!”
The maids punched his nuts with glee. “Haah,” she gasped, “but this seems to excite you. You just got bigger inside me, hero! Rather pathetic, don’t you think? To get harder because girls are punching your balls? Give him another one!”
As the three punches rang out, both Bruna and Jim gasped, one in pleasure, the other in pain. “Ohoho, I knew it! You like getting your nuts struck! …fuck, you’re big…”
The queen fucked herself with his dick, straining to take in even just the third of his fuckmeat she had started out with. Unlike her usual reserved mien, she moaned and gasped. As he swelled, the pressure of the dainty woman’s cunt increased around his glans, slowly forcing it out of her passage. It resulted in Bruna taking less and less of his cock inside of her, but being stretched further and further by the swelling appendage.
Jim was digging his nails into the accubitum beneath, trying to remain quiet. He didn’t want to give her the satisfaction that she was making him feel good, that even with a piece of metal in his dick and wire digging into his scrotum, he wanted nothing more but push deeper into her, spread her and make her whimper from his rock-hard cock.
A small gasped escaped him and she smiled.
*Fuck!*
Immediately, she started fucking him harder, her pussy lewdly squelching as it struggled to take the massive penis inside.
Just as he was about to pop out of her, Bruna threw her head back, her walls squeezing his cock hard as she held him inside of her and came. “Oh Goddess, yes!” she screamed. He felt her pussy contract around his length, finally pushing him out. The sudden drop in pressure forced her juices out of her cunt that had no way around the massive cock filling her before. Grool splattered one of the maids in the face, covering her in a clear, viscous coat.
“Oooooh, fuck! Goddess, I think I will not be able to go back to my other toys after that…” she gasped.
“It is true, your majesty. You are gaping much more than when you usually call for us. I don’t think you will even be able to feel the boys in the harem in such a state.”
Bruna laughed and brushed some hair away from her red face. “Hear that, little hero? If I didn’t know you would break a nut the second you stepped away from my watchful eye, I would be using you to wage this war! The women of Calvino would not be able to be satisfied by the puny cocks they have at home after you have had your way with them! They would join us of their own accord!”
“A splendid idea, your majesty,” one of the maids said, entirely deadpan.
Still struggling for breath, Bruna said, “Hoh, maybe I should be testing him out on one of you first…” The maid didn’t say anything but flinched at the idea. A terrified side-eye at the rock-hard dick still dominating her view betrayed her thoughts easily enough.
“And what about me?” Jim dared to ask. He was starting to feel light-headed from his painfully erect dick.
“I don’t think so, little hero. Girls, see that you remove the bands around his nuts, but find a cage for him. No need for a custom order, I think Harald’s size might be a smidgen too small for him, so go for one just a little bit bigger. The harbinger’s balls must be plump and full, and I don’t want him jerking himself silly.”
“Yes, your majesty.” Bruna got off Jim’s chest and shakily traipsed over to a proper desk to finish reading the documents. The maids meanwhile got to work on Jim’s nuts. From somewhere, they produced a heavy set of pliers that they rather carelessly jammed into his sack, trying to force them in-between his scrotum and the metal.
“Ow! Hey, watch it!” The maids only gave him and his dick a black look and jammed the pliers harder into his nuts. She gave the orbs a few light squeezes, and it was clear enough as a threat.
He breathed a sigh of relief when the wire was cut, only to immediately draw air back in through his teeth when the pain of his liberated nuts hit him. While the maids were impatiently trying to get him to move, Jim bent forward and clutched his groin. His balls felt like they were on fire.
This didn’t seem to please the maids. “Move, harbinger!” A swift kick into his dangling balls got him up again, but the overwhelming pain finally killed his erection.
With a bright tinkling, the metal cock plug fell to the ground and was swooped up by one of the maids.
Back in Jim’s room, the three maids threw some *very* cold water on him, and after trying out a few sizes, pulled a cock cage over his penis. With a chilling snap of metal, the lock clicked shut, and his dick was locked away. As soon as he was locked, the maids breathed a sigh of relief and laughed. To his chagrin, they poked and prodded the tamed cock as well as his balls. Blood was rushing back into his cock, and the bars of the cage dug into his skin. Still laughing, the maids scurried off to deliver the key to his cage to the queen, and Jim was suddenly alone again.
*Where has it all gone so wrong?*, he thought. It seemed so long ago that he was walking through the strangely angular streets of Roridafiga, just after he had fought off that damn harpy… and now the city had already fallen into Bruna’s hands? He hoped that officer lady and her soldiers were OK, at least… she seemed to have had a bad day when she stopped Jim’s party to search them.
For some reason, Jim couldn’t shake the feeling that demons had their hands in all of this. That, somehow, this was all according to Lilith’s plan – he just couldn’t say to what end.
If Lilith wanted him for his… balls, why go to the trouble of embroiling two countries in a war? Unless this wasn’t her doing and Bruna was as warmongering as she seemed, even without the influence of the demons…
A loud knock on his door jolted him out of his thoughts, leaving Jim very confused. Bruna had just sent him away, who but her could want something from him? By now it was clear that he was her prisoner, no way she would let Liriel and Aramis just wander around the palace and come visi-
Another knock impatiently rang out. “Jim, are you there? The queen assured me she sent you back to your chambers. I would *love* to have a little talk with you…”
As Jim tried to place the voice of the person in the hallway, a hand urgently rattled at the door. Seemed like the maids had locked him in…
“I *need* to talk to you, open up,” the voice demanded. It sounded strained, somehow, as if it caused the person great strain to speak. “Do not worry, I have no ill intentions!” The words were spat out like dirt. Didn’t she sound like the old woman, that baroness on the council?
Suddenly, the voice changed. “If you won’t open for me, I will have to find ways to come inside, boy. You have kept me waiting long enough. I have someone you must meet.” This new voice sounded… oily, somehow. Alluring, but wrong, unnatural. It stirred a memory in him of his time in Seduttri, of the being that called herself Malphas. He wanted to get out.
Trying not to make a sound, he hurried towards the little privy. If he climbed through the hole with his hands in front, he should be able to-
“You there, maid! Come over here. Open this door for me, and be quick about it.”
Jim was up on the bathtub and halfway through the hole in seconds. This was the tough part. With his arms already through the hole, he could wiggle sideways and hopefully slip through.
From the other room, he could hear a key be inserted into the door. Grunting, he pushed and slithered forwards, popping through just as the door swung open.
He flopped onto the edge below the window. His left foot slipped off the wet stone, slick from rain. He flailed about, desperate to keep his balance and not fall off the side of the palace.
“Where are you! I know you’re here! Lilith is eagerly awaiting you!” the baroness said from within.
He lurched forward and pressed against the wall. Willing himself not to look down, he walked forwards, right from the window, towards some place he could hide. In front of him, the walls of the palace jumped out, and there was no more ledge to sidle along.
“You’re not trying to escape, are you, boy? Oh, the wonders of hell I have to show you. I’m not going to deliver you to her majesty at once, no, I will have my fun with you first. You were too annoying to track down not to.” He could hear the voice of the baroness right behind him.
There was no ledge but a downpipe. Abandoning all care, he ran the next few steps and slung his arms around the pipe. The fastenings groaned, but held his weight. Jim pushed his feet against the wall and started climbing down.
“You know you cannot win against the empress of hell. It is your fate, boy, so stop resisting.” The head of the baroness appeared at the window, looking to the left. “You aren’t out here, are you?”
He closed his eyes and took his feet off the wall. Without them, the pipe was much too slick to hold onto. He slid down. Cold, wet air rushed past him. He knew he needed to slow down, needed to stop
his uncontrolled slide down. Jim tried to push his right foot against the wall, grinding it into the stone. It barely did anything. Then, his foot slammed into something. Suddenly stopped, his knee struck his chest, forcing the air out of his lungs. Dazed, his momentum pivoted him around on his foot, towards the palace wall. He slammed through a window and hit the ground.
Jim’s heart was hammering in his chest, and his lungs tried desperately to fill themselves with air. Outside, he heard the wind and the rain, and a few of the glass shards hit the stone of the parade grounds below. For a minute, he lay there, breathing in dusty as panic and pain hit him.
His foot hurt badly, he could only hope it wasn’t twisted or broken. Shaking himself slightly, glass tinked as it fell off his hair and back. He could feel a few cuts weep blood, but he felt that he could manage. Trying to keep the weight off his right foot, he pushed himself up.
The room he was in was dark, sparsely lit by the shaft of grey light filtering in through the small window. Still, he could see rows upon rows of crystal bottles twinkle in the dark. Jim walked up to one shelf and carefully picked one of the bottles up. Raising it above his head, he could see it was filled with a strange black liquid. It looked almost like ink, but it was thicker, more viscous than mere ink. He carefully put the bottle back in its place. A quick inspection of the other bottles showed they were all similarly filled with black goop.
He didn’t have time for this. This was probably his only chance! He needed to make his way to Liriel and Aramis, hopefully before Helene could find him again! Maybe together, they could come up with some plan to stop this war… or at least escape from queen Bruna’s and Helene’s clutches.
Carefully, he opened the door and peered outside. A small antechamber separated the bottle room from the hallway, but thankfully it was empty. On a table, a cup of tea stood, still steaming and waiting to be drunk. Someone was bound to be on their way back to it, he needed to get a move on.
Jim limped out into the deserted hallway. He wasn’t sure if he could actually find his way back to the queen’s chambers or the council’s hall, but he had a rough idea which way they were. He turned and walked the other way.
The palace of Hôdoburg was laid out like a maze, or at least, that’s what it felt like to Jim. The Praetorians and sometimes the maids had led him to and from the queen multiples times now, but always late at night or early in the morning. He had chalked it up to the queen being ignorant of other people’s need for sleep, but maybe she had actually been trying to keep him from remembering the palace’s layout.
Not even the tour they had been given when they arrived helped. None of the rooms looked familiar to Jim. Where were the gardens? Where the royal library?
A dull smacking sound made him turn down a narrow and dark hallway. He kept close to the wall, in case someone came down the corridor, he could open one of the doors and head into the room. Another *thud* reached his ears, this time accompanied by a low groan.
Turning a corner, he saw a wide portal, through which the flickering light of candles and braziers fell. This room was evidently the source of the sound.
“Next one! Hurry up, boys, all those that didn’t get milked in the dungeon today line up and spread your legs!”
Finally, a place Jim recognized, even if he was reluctant to admit it. The queen’s harem. Before a group of maids, the slaves lazily lined up in rows in front of the maids. The slave at the front stepped forward, spread his legs and put his hands behind his back. Then the maids took a step back and drilled their feet into their nuts.
Jim watched in horror as each slave got his nuts punted at least five times, some even had to endure up to twenty kicks. He couldn’t tell if there was some reason for the difference in treatment, or if it was just the maids feeling particularly sadistic towards a few of the boys. Multiple slaves fell to the ground clutching what was left of their balls, having to be dragged away by their comrades.
In the background, he could see about a dozen or so slaves already lying on palanquins and divans with horribly swollen balls glowing black and blue. They didn’t get up, apparently already having received some kind of testicular punishment.
Jim was so absorbed in the spectacle that he didn’t notice the person approaching him from behind. That meant that he didn’t even have time to react when a hand suddenly wrapped around his mouth and pulled him back, into another door and the dark room that lay behind it.
“MMMPH! MHMM!”
“Jim, not so loud! It’s me!” Slowly, the hand around his mouth lifted away.
“Aramis?” Jim asked.
“Who else? I see you’re getting the layout of this place as well, nice one. Liriel didn’t think you’d have it in you, good to see she was wrong,” Aramis said with a smirk.
“Liriel? Wait, did the queen lock you two up as well? Are you OK? Did she do anything to Liriel?”
“The queen? I haven’t seen her since that dinner. They put us in little guest rooms and threw away the key. Honestly, I think she forgot about us. What about you? Did the queen talk to you?”
“Talk to me?” Jim asked incredulously. “She used me as a chair, bed and… other things for the last few days. Every minute I wasn’t asleep, I spent with her ass on my face!”
“Hmm, nice. Even I can’t say to have pulled that off,” Aramis said and nodded with newfound respect.
“Nice? It was horrible! I mean, she…” Jim sighed. “Never mind. Good to see you. Have you been exploring this place these last days? Have you found a way out?”
“Sure have. Once you get used to the pattern of halls they use in this place, it’s not so bad. Although there have been some… delays, heh. Turns out some of the maids get *really* pent-up caring for the queen’s harem, if you catch my drift,” Aramis said and wiggled his eyebrows.
Jim felt a headache coming on. “So that’s how you got out? You made nice with the maids?”
“Oh Goddess no, a woman’s heart is much too fickle for me to stake my freedom on it.” He grinned and stuck a hand into his pants. When he pulled it back out, it was clutching a silver butter knife. “I told you to steal some stuff, didn’t I? The gaps between the doors and the frames are so wide here, you can easily wiggle a knife in-between and get them open in seconds. Real shoddy workmanship if I’m being honest, whoever built this place must have been a cheapskate.”
When Jim didn’t answer, Aramis shrugged and stowed the knife away again. “Come on, let’s head over to Liriel. I feel like we should plan our next steps.”
“Please. Lead the way,” Jim said dryly.
Through a series of halls and rooms, Aramis led the way, following a twisting path through the palace that Jim found himself unable to remember. The series of turns that he tried to engrave into memory made the walk feel much longer than it actually was.
When Aramis finally stopped in front of a door and quickly unlocked it to let Jim walk through, he couldn’t hold back a relieved whimper.
An elf-shaped blur rushed towards him and started crushing him in a tight hug.
“Liriel!” he said and hugged her back.
“I was so worried! Thank the Goddess you are alright,” she said wetly and buried her face in his chest.
For a few minutes, they stood in the middle of the room, not saying anything, but not daring to stop their embrace. They simply enjoyed each other’s presence, and Aramis was happy to stay off to the side and let them have their moment.
It was Liriel who eventually lifted her head and leaned back. Her eyes were red and wet, her small nose running with snot.
“I’m back, no need to cry, Liriel.”
“I’m not crying, you dummy!” she said with big round tears on her cheeks.
“Uh-huh,” Jim said and smiled.
“I didn’t know what to do, you were suddenly taken away and no one would tell us anything, and then Aramis found me, but he hadn’t seen you either, and I thought they might have done things to you and that they were trying to keep us separated, but fewer and fewer servants even bothered to come here and then Aramis said he would go looking for you, but it just seemed like he was trying to flirt with the maids and-”
“Shh, it’s OK. Queen Bruna basically held me hostage, declaring me something like a harbinger, so I didn’t have a chance to escape yet. But I’m fine, see? Even better now that I’ve found you two again,” Jim said. Telling her about Helene could come later.
Liriel nodded and wiped her nose on her sleeve. “I see… then, if you are fine, I need to do this.”
He tilted his head in confusion. “Do what?”
In response, Liriel’s knee shot up and crushed his nuts, each testicle spilling over her leg and knee like an avalanche of smushed manhood . Holding onto Jim for both stability and to keep him from closing his legs before she was done, the elf slammed her knee between his legs again and again. Jim was taken entirely by surprise. Suddenly getting his nuts crunched by Liriel’s leg was not what he had expected. After knee number three, she started shouting at him.
“This!” SLAM. “Is for!” SLAM. “Ignoring me!” SLAM. “When I said!” SLAM. “The capitol’s!” SLAM! “Dangerous!” SLAM!
She let go of him and he folded like wet paper. Next, she turned to Aramis.
The foxkin had watched her bust Jim’s balls and he knew exactly what was coming. His hands stuck to his groin, and he started running in circles around the room as the elf girl chased after him.
“Get back here! This is your fault as well! I know you encouraged Jim to ignore my warnings! You must learn! With your acorns!”
From his spot on the floor, in the fetal position, he watched his two friends run laps around him. Even though his balls felt like they had been wrung out like a washcloth, he couldn’t help but smile. Feeling Liriel’s knee, or hand, smash his nuts had become so familiar to him, it felt almost right. It felt comforting, in a painful way. But still, he hoped the pain in his jewels would subside soon. Jim wanted to discuss their next steps.
But as he watched them, the queen’s voice forced its way back into his thoughts.
*“She used to work for slavers and assassins. She was part of the Silver Hand.”*
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