Seeds of Heroism - Chapter 36
Chapter 36 – content >!chastity, implied non-con, castration, torture!<
The queen’s guests approached the gazebo, but only one of them did so on foot.
A goblin man, shaggy fur peeking out from under gambeson and chainmail, walked with a sly grin towards the congregation of nobles. His right arm held a battered helmet, while his left clutched a leash. The other ends of the leash bound the necks of two humans, a man and a woman, forced by their captor to crawl on their hands and knees towards the queen.
No single word described the man better than ‘statuesque’. A mane of long, golden locks framed baby-blue eyes and a chiselled jaw. A deep blue silk shirt hung half open, revealing monumental pecs and the edge of a glistening sixpack. His skinny leather pants curved around firm thighs and calves, while bulging out impressively in his crotch.
His female companion was no less beautiful, the Aphrodite to his Adonis. Her blond hair somehow managed to stay in fashionable swirls and retain its body and lustre, falling down just below a pointy chin. Thin eyebrows arched above large, maroon eyes and a natural blush complemented her luscious, bright lips. A small, skin-tight bodice hugged her waist, and only a closer look revealed that the checker pattern of it wasn’t actually made up of two-toned rhombuses. Instead, it consisted of pink fabric and daring holes, showing off the girl’s immaculate sand-coloured skin. The daring dress managed to hide the tips of her full breasts, but only barely so. The pattern repeated along her thighs before turning into a boot-and-stocking combo below her knees. Her hips were accentuated by a miniskirt of similar colour that somehow made her outfit even lewder.
“Queen Bruna, is honour to meet you,” the grinning goblin said and bowed deeply. As he righted himself again, she could clearly see the tent he was pitching.
“Badri, a pleasure to finally stand face to face with the man who has delivered me Calvino’s fortress city on a silver platter. Please, have a seat. You seem,” she smacked her lips, “tense.”
“Thanks you, majesty.” He walked towards the last open seat, roughly dragging on the leashes he held. He was rewarded with two choked curses.
“My, what cute pets you have brought with you,” the queen remarked.
“Who are these people?” Harald asked.
The goblin’s eyes flicked to Helene for a moment, then back to Harald. “Prince Filippo and crown princess Cecilia, of Calvino. A gift of small size for queen.”
“Isidora’s daughter and son?!” Kasper, Harald and Yohanna blurted out simultaneously.
“A most fortunate capture, to be sure,” Helene commented laconically, causing the others to regain their composure.
"Mhm, can't say I care for Isidora's heiress, but I would *love* to have house Coglione's one and only royal stallion in my stable..." Yohanna commented.
“Are we planning on using them as hostages?” Kasper asked.
“Our mother will NEVER let you get away with this, you fiends! She would ride into battle herself ere she is pressured to give into your demands because you have captured us!” the prince proclaimed.
“Quiet!” Badri snarled and pulled on Filippo’s leash.
Bruna chuckled. “It is as the rake says, Isidora is stubborn as a mule. Threatening her is no way to get her to agree to anything. No, these two are for my own enjoyment and plans. I thank you, Badri, royal knight of Calvino. You will be handsomely rewarded, of that I will make sure. I must admit, I didn’t think your captain’s idea would work, but you have proven me wrong.”
“Speaking of, what *is* your plan, your majesty?” Helene asked quietly.
Bruna took another long drink from her tea. When she set the empty cup down again, all mirth was gone from her voice. “I am dealing with the Calvinian problem once and for all. I do not intend to have them rise up against us in a hundred years and yearn for their own revenge. No, I will make them submit to us by eradicating their identity. That is why the capture of these two is so fortunate.”
“How do you plan to do this, your majesty?” Harald asked and adjusted his glasses, intrigued.
“As long as house Coglione exists, foolish Calvinians will latch onto them, project some sort of national identity onto them. But simply slaughtering them all would not do us any good either, we would only turn them into martyrs. And we would make a mockery of our magnanimous war for Jim’s honour.”
Her hand pressed down on the empty cup, pressing it into her slave’s nuts until he groaned. “No, instead we will absorb them. By marrying them to us, we chain their nation to ours. On that notion – Baroness Helene, would you like to marry Filippo here? I recall you are still single and childless. With your recent interest in the harbinger, I thought your concern over continuing your bloodline might be on the rise recently.”
She didn’t even glance at the man on the ground. “I have no interest.”
Bruna stared at the baroness for a moment. “A shame.” Yohanna perked up, her interest in taking the handsome prince off Bruna’s clear for all to see. “In that case, can I still ask you to take the prince to the dungeons and get him acquainted with his task down there? Might as well get some use out of him while I think on how to proceed with him.”
“You can’t do this! I’m not ready for marriage! My fan club of ladies back in Calvino would be heartbroken!” the prince cried out.
“I would love to have him as my toy, your majesty!” Yohanna finally voiced her interest.
“No, I do not think that would end well. I mean no offence, lady Yohanna, but I am looking for a partner who would not cast doubt that any children would truly be of the prince’s blood.”
The lady pouted but didn’t argue with her reputation as a slut. Bruna regarded the princess next. “Lord Kasper, you are still looking for a fiancé, are you not? How about princess Cecilia here? She is no virgin, but the rumours say she is a skilled lover.”
Kasper’s eyes drifted over the slutty princess. He squeaked fearfully when he saw the murderous stare she threw him. “I-I do not mean to be ungrateful yo-your majesty, but I would rather decline.”
“Good heavens, if you don’t intend on getting your dick wet, why even have it dangling between your legs? You know, taking the reins of Calvino’s royal whore would do wonders for your confidence, Kasper.”
A snap of the queen’s fingers made a maid refill her cup. She took another sip and set it down onto her slave’s nuts more forcefully than was necessary. “Very well then, Harald, can I ask you to lock her up in one of the guest rooms then? See to it that she is outfitted with a chastity belt. Her reputation precedes her, and I don’t want her to rut with the servants. If anybody is to shoot a wad inside her, I’d prefer it to be a noble of a house I can trust.”
Before Cecilia could protest, Badri had tugged her back with the leash. Harald nodded. “Of course, your majesty.”
“Oh, and make sure I have the only key. I trust you, lord von Haller, but I would like to make sure after our recent failure keeping Jim under lock and key. I’m sure you understand, lord von Haller.”
“Of course. Very well, follow me then, princess,” he said and took a leash from Badri. “I can assure you, once the fitting is done, a chastity belt will be exceedingly comfortable. A few days and it will feel like second nature to you.”
“No, you can’t do this to me! You can’t lock up my kitty! Cease these cruelties, please!” She crawled after Harald, her desperate pleas falling on deaf ears.
“I suppose that’s my cue to leave as well. I need to change…” lady Yohanna said. “Come, Kasper, I will let you watch. Maybe that will finally grow some hairs on that puny sack of yours.” Most of the servants followed them, leaving only Bruna and her servants, Helene, Badri and prince Filippo behind.
“Well, that was enjoyable,” the queen said. She locked eyes with the baroness. “Are you sure you don’t want him? If nothing else, he would be a valuable token once the war is over.”
“Dead certain.” The sun was setting behind the baroness, and her shadow reached across the table.
Bruna sighed. “I can’t say I understand, but I will accept your stance. For now, at least.”
“My decision will not change.”
“Yet your house is invaluable to the crown, my dear baroness. Your decisions reflect upon more people than just you. You would do well not to forget that.”
“Do not worry, my queen,” the baroness said icily. Her finger traced the rim of her own tea cup. “I have an excellent memory. I never lose sight of my goals…” She pushed down on the cup, balancing it on the edge of its bottom. “… and who stands in the way of them.”
With a clink, the cup tumbled over, spilling tea across the table. Bruna quickly drew her hand back before it could be stained by the liquid. Helene smirked. “May I excuse myself? I would like to get the prince acquainted with our operation.”
“You may,” Bruna said.
“Follow me, you two.” Helene rose from her chair and walked across the lawn towards the palace at a measured pace. Badri bowed to the queen and fell in beside her, the prince crawling behind them.
He blew a golden lock out of his face. “I know I do not possess my sister’s reputation, but I can assure you, I’m no stranger to the carnal arts. I would be happy to prove myself, in fact, back in Calvino I have several older lovers that I regularly please, they all say I’m the best lay they ever ha-”
“Quiet, mortal. You have no idea who you are dealing with, and what awaits you. You will be screaming soon enough, at least let me enjoy the quiet until then.”
“Hum, well I suppose I could humour you, but I really must insist that if we share in each other’s company, protection is a must, luckily when I was captured I still had my favourite selection of fine leather sheaths with m-ACK!”
Helene nodded to Badri, who had silenced the prince with a pull of his leash.
Twenty minutes later, they arrived in a peculiar section of the dungeons that distinguished itself by being hidden behind several heavy wood and iron doors, rendering it soundproof.
Even the prince was at a loss for words when he saw what hid behind these doors. Rows upon rows of men were dangling from chains tied to hooks in the ceiling and walls. Whether human, beastkin, goblin, kobold, elf or orc, each and every one of them was stripped naked and blindfolded and hanging from shackles around their hands and feet. Their limbs were pulled back, dangling them with their faces towards the floor.
Underneath each of them stood big pails, ready to receive the donations that a horde of maids was coaxing out of them. Blows and cries resounded throughout the milking installation, ringing in the prince’s ears.
To his right, a maid was squeezing the nuts of the boy strung up before her so hard, the testicles bulged out between her fingers while she brutally gripped his cock in her other hand. Both balls and cock were mottled with blue and black bruises. She squeezed his cock in a death grip and dragged her fist down on it in a manner somewhere between trying to rip it off and trying to squeeze out its innards like a sausage. He lowed like a cow, genitals rubbed raw from hours of forceful milking in the maid’s merciless grip.
To his left, a maid had abandoned rubbing her boy’s cock entirely to free up both of her sturdy arms. They looked like they belonged on a gladiator, bulging with muscle. Again and again, she struck, her fists crashing into his manhood, occasionally interspersed with a palm or elbow strike. The dick jiggled around as she beat up his nuts, each punch producing a spurt of cum that only had a miniscule chance of making it into the cum bucket below.
An acrid smell filled the air, mostly emanating from a station further down where two maids cooperated, dangling a boy’s testicles over a brazier as if they were chestnuts to be roasted. Instead of individual spurts, his flaccid cock leaked a continuous stream of steaming, almost boiling cum while the flames consumed his scrotum. Compared to the other maids, their method was almost lazy, and they entertained themselves by occasionally taking their roast off the fire and flicking the charred testicles with their fingers.
Throughout the entire room, balls were getting punched and kicked, knees ground testicles to dust to coax their contents from their sacks, feet and clubs crashed into gonads, threatening to break them. Wherever Filippo looked, men’s genitals were tortured while their ejaculate was collected as if they were particularly unlucky dairy cows.
The muscular testicle punching maid to their left stopped tenderizing her boy’s balls and stepped forward. She saluted Helene, a sweaty, cum and nut paste-stained hand leaving a slimy trail on her forehead. “Baroness, welcome back.”
“Report.”
“Yes, my lady. Since your last visit, three more balls popped, leaving one boy unable to be harvested any further. He has been sent away, but luckily his last cumshot was very abundant and thick, since he spurted out the parts of his nuts that were mush.” At the baroness’ raised eyebrow, she amended, “we worked together on juicing his testicles. While two of us wrung out his nutsack, Gloria,” she nodded to the maid across, engaged in a hateful handjob, “was the one who milked him. There was not a drop of nut left in him.”
“Good. What about the third ball? Which boy was partially ruptured?”
The maid wavered, seemingly unsure of herself. “It was mine, baroness. I’m sorry, my hand slipped and I only half castrated him, even after you advised us to aim for a simultaneous popping once their nuts get too fragile. I am currently working over his remaining testicle to wring out all the cum before it splatters.”
Helene nodded, watching the boy whose singular testicle she was currently pummeling. “See that you do. We have several fresh slaves from the conquered lands about to arrive in the capital, so there is no need to hold back.” Her head shifted back to the maid. “I have a boy that I will be personally milking. I will take him to one of the private rooms, see that *no one* disturbs us, understood?”
“Yes, baroness!” She saluted again, adding to the pulped nut on her forehead, and stepped back, returning to her task of breaking the lonely ball.
They made their way through the rows of ballbusting maids and their victims, towards another iron door. Behind it, another set of shackles hung from ceiling and wall, and Badri quickly got to work stripping and tying up the prince.
He cast a furtive glance towards the door. “Can talk freely here?” Badri asked.
“You may,” Helene said with a sigh and rubbed her temples.
“Am I to go after the Jim? He is of capture, yes?”
“No, you will not.”
The goblin suddenly had a wide, almost childish smile on his face. “That meaning I get to fuck you?”
The baroness cocked an eyebrow and raised one foot. He hesitated, then sat in front of, scooting forward until his ballbag was placed under her foot. She stepped down on it. “I will decide when I allow you your reward, goblin. Never forget that.”
“Yes, mistress.” With each shift of her weight, his face contorted. The goblin found some solace in grabbing his little erection and jerking it through the fabric of his pants. He asked, “Then what is next step for us?”
“We prepare for the end. That fool Bruna has got it entirely wrong. We are in the endgame, the time for subtlety is over.”
As she stepped towards the prince, it seemed as if her face was beginning to quake and melt, skin flowing over bone, reassembling itself. Skin stretched and filled out, bone shifted and turned. “What we will do instead is send out my newest asset, the queen’s Praetorian guard. I think her name was Effi. She needs to get rid of one last obstacle for me. Then, I will lead the attack on him myself.”
The baroness’ skin turned crimson, as if she was fire itself. Horns grew out of her head, spiralling outwards like a twisted pair of second ears. Sharp teeth glinted in the sparse light.
With a sigh, ‘Helene’ stretched until a satisfying pop ran through her back. Her exhalation was orgasmic. “Aah! It feels so nice to finally shed that damn illusion,” she said with a suddenly much younger voice.
Instead of a grumpy old lady, a terrible and beautiful creature stood before the prince, crimson skin contrasting with nipples and pussy as black as a moonless night. The prince’s chains rattled as he quaked, strung up and naked, entirely defenceless in the presence of the creature. “Wh-who are you?”
She smiled and took one of his nuts between two fingers, her long, sharp nails boring into the tissue of the frail orb. “I am the desire of the seven ravens, little prince. I am first among the countesses, although that will mean little to you. People have called me the seductress of kings, but usually…” She squeezed her fingers together, nails digging deeply into the core of his ball. She was careful not to break it, leaving his nut enough space to squish around her nails until she felt her nails successfully meet in the middle without puncturing that fragile shell.
“… I call myself Raum. This demoness is pleased to make your acquaintance, little prince.” He didn’t hear her over his own screams.
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Shimmering lights blinded him. His head felt like it was packed in cotton, sound and light strangely muffled. Something pressed down on his forehead, keeping his head from falling to his neck. *How nice*, he thought, *someone must be worried that I’m straining my neck.*
He tried moving his hands, followed by his feet. Had they moved? He wasn’t entirely sure. There was feeling where he thought his limbs should be, but he couldn’t match feeling to what he thought was raising his arm.
There was another feeling, something dull, beating rhythmically. Was it his heart? No, it didn’t feel like his heartbeat. It felt more… throbbing. And it came from some place else.
Someone was humming now, he was sure of it. A little melody, not a song, just some notes that didn’t pretend to belong to a song.
Slowly, his blurry vision became clearer, and he began to make out a strange shape against the light. It looked strangely round, but partitioned down the middle. A growth protruded from it, pointing towards his face.
He strained his eyes and slowly, the shape grew clearer. It was a bag of some sort, filled with something. It looked strange, lopsided, tawny and purple and wrinkly. The growth jutting out of it was short but got wider at the tip.
Understanding clicked into place, and the throbbing pain in his nuts shot to the forefront of his mind.
“Mmmmph!”
He was gagged, bound as well, that’s why he couldn’t move his arms or legs. He hung upside down, his own cock and balls hanging over his face against the light of the oil lamps, his knees pulled up to rest beside his head.
“Oh, did you wake up, honey? Hold on a second, I’ll be right there,” a voice like thorns under fingernails asked.
He tried to wiggle, see if he could get free somehow, but it was no use. Instead, pain radiated from his balls as if someone had set them alight.
“My, you’re really testing those restraints, aren’t you?” A face appeared above his nuts, green lips splitting to reveal a mouth full of daggers. With a start, he realized she was *smiling*.
“Mhmm!”
“Aww, I’m happy to see you as well, sleepyhead. You were out for a really long time, you know? It was getting a bit annoying to be honest. You see, I’m trying to find someone, and I think you might know where he is, so I wanted to ask you, and I thought about waking you up, but that’s not what lovers would do, right?”
“Hmph!”
She laughed and slapped his balls. Excruciating pain exploded in his testicles, much more so than the light slap had any right to. “Hah, you are such a jester! But, you see, before I can start wearing your love, we need to talk! Don’t be so impatient, sleepyhead.”
His only answer was a high-pitched keen. “Don’t be rude now, honey, you need to listen to me. Communication is key in a relationship, you see?” He felt a hand gently close around his sack and tried to stifle his cries. Every little motion of his balls felt like ice picks being hammered into them. “That’s better. You see, you can do it if you try!” she said with another ghastly smile. “Now, where were we?”
Her finger drew circles around his scrotum, and each light touch sent a knife of pain through him. With tremendous effort, he kept from crying out. “Right, my darling! You see, I’m looking for my darling, my special someone and- Are you crying? Ohh, don’t be sad, honey! I still love you, but I *love-love* my darling. So you see, there’s no need to be so dramatic. But back to my question. I was wondering if you have seen my darling? Where did he go, I wonder?” She looked at him expectantly from beneath her pink curls.
What the hell was wrong with this woman? “Hmm… Hmmph!” he tried.
She violently slapped a hand against her forehead. “Right, silly me, let me get that for you!” She fiddled with the gag in his mouth.
He took a deep breath. “What the hell did you do to me?!”
She gasped. “Me?! I didn’t do anything to you! In fact, I!” she said and slammed her hand into his balls. Pain. “Helped!” Another slam, and he felt himself get nauseous. “You!”
The final nut punch caused him to puke. He managed to turn his head to the side far enough that he emptied his stomach on the floor instead of on himself.
“I picked you up off the floor of that stable and brought you here so I could help you!” she said over his retching. “Did you know that half of your lovesack is filled with mush? *Squish*, one of your bubbles, popped. You need to be careful with those, they are for gifting to your beloved – that would be me – not wantonly letting some farm animal burst them under a hoof.”
Suddenly, it came back to him. The elf that approached him when he was cleaning the stables. Turning around, then suddenly, pain exploding between his legs.
“If you are going to be like that, maybe I should start cutting right now and try to find someone else to help me.” Her hand jiggled his half-filled scrotum around, sending another shockwave of pain into him. He sputtered and gasped, too tired to cry out. “You’re small, tiny compared to my darling, but I can still use you to get started on my ear muffs. It will be a cold winter this year.”
“…cut? Ear muffs?” he asked weakly.
Her smile returned. “It’s my collection of love, see?” She let go of his nuts and spun on her heel, making a garishly colourful coat billow out. “I wear all my lovers. Isn’t that romantic?”
He watched her twirl like a ballerina. *What?* His eyes swept across the room, and for the first time he noticed a shelf in the back. They held jars filled with some liquid. In some of them, pieces of what seemed to be leather floated. In others, two white ovals were preserved. They seemed familiar, somehow. He looked back at his captor, taking in her appearance.
Besides her coat, she was wearing almost nothing. A leather bra, some woollen pants held up by a belt. From it dangled several implements, a dagger, an awl and a curved knife. When he recognized the shape of the knife, his blood froze.
“No, please don’t cut off my balls!”
Her twirling came to an end. “Chrchrchr, it’s *ball*, silly! Singular! Remember? You already got one of them popped.”
Hot tears welled up in his eyes. “Why are you doing this? What did I ever do to you to deserve this?”
“Aww, it’s so nice that you ask, honey! You captured my heart from the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“That… that coat,” he said between sobs, “is that all made from people’s nuts?”
“Yup!” she said happily. “It’s so nice of my lovers to muffle that incessant screaming, you see?” She giggled like a cat being sawed in half. “Oh, what am I saying, I mean, do you hear?”
“N-no?”
“Exactly!” she said and hugged the coat, drawing it around herself. “When I’m all wrapped up in their love, the screaming finally stops.” She nuzzled the leather against her cheek. “Oh, what would I do without all my paramours. Just constant noise, all those screams and cries, all the time… How am I even supposed to sleep? But not when I’m bundled up in love. I really am a lucky gal to be so beloved, so I don’t get cold, so I don’t hear them scream…”
She revelled in the feeling of the scrotum leather against her skin for a few seconds before snapping back to reality. “Now, you must have misunderstood something. You are already half out of love,” she said and gave the swollen, mushy part of his ballbag a squeeze, “and I need to get that out of your lovesack. Wasted love like that, it's not good for you. Trust me, I know. I lost a lot of lovers in the beginning… But if you tell me what I want to know, I can get back to looking for my darling. I would much rather do that. Does that sound good?”
He nodded, sweaty, vomit dribbling from his mouth. “It does.”
“Wonderful. Now, then. I've been searching for my beloved ever since we were rudely interrupted on our honeymoon. I followed his trail all the way to Hôdoburg, but that's where his spoor suddenly ends. No darling anywhere, not even a whiff of his musk.” She inhaled deeply and her eyes fluttered shut as she remembered his smell. “And then, all of a sudden, there is a real big commotion going in, and at the end of it, I find you! What a surprise that was!” She giggled another scratchy laugh and then her voice turned monotone, devoid of emotion. “Tell me. Where is Jim?”
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The queen’s guests approached the gazebo, but only one of them did so on foot.
A goblin man, shaggy fur peeking out from under gambeson and chainmail, walked with a sly grin towards the congregation of nobles. His right arm held a battered helmet, while his left clutched a leash. The other ends of the leash bound the necks of two humans, a man and a woman, forced by their captor to crawl on their hands and knees towards the queen.
No single word described the man better than ‘statuesque’. A mane of long, golden locks framed baby-blue eyes and a chiselled jaw. A deep blue silk shirt hung half open, revealing monumental pecs and the edge of a glistening sixpack. His skinny leather pants curved around firm thighs and calves, while bulging out impressively in his crotch.
His female companion was no less beautiful, the Aphrodite to his Adonis. Her blond hair somehow managed to stay in fashionable swirls and retain its body and lustre, falling down just below a pointy chin. Thin eyebrows arched above large, maroon eyes and a natural blush complemented her luscious, bright lips. A small, skin-tight bodice hugged her waist, and only a closer look revealed that the checker pattern of it wasn’t actually made up of two-toned rhombuses. Instead, it consisted of pink fabric and daring holes, showing off the girl’s immaculate sand-coloured skin. The daring dress managed to hide the tips of her full breasts, but only barely so. The pattern repeated along her thighs before turning into a boot-and-stocking combo below her knees. Her hips were accentuated by a miniskirt of similar colour that somehow made her outfit even lewder.
“Queen Bruna, is honour to meet you,” the grinning goblin said and bowed deeply. As he righted himself again, she could clearly see the tent he was pitching.
“Badri, a pleasure to finally stand face to face with the man who has delivered me Calvino’s fortress city on a silver platter. Please, have a seat. You seem,” she smacked her lips, “tense.”
“Thanks you, majesty.” He walked towards the last open seat, roughly dragging on the leashes he held. He was rewarded with two choked curses.
“My, what cute pets you have brought with you,” the queen remarked.
“Who are these people?” Harald asked.
The goblin’s eyes flicked to Helene for a moment, then back to Harald. “Prince Filippo and crown princess Cecilia, of Calvino. A gift of small size for queen.”
“Isidora’s daughter and son?!” Kasper, Harald and Yohanna blurted out simultaneously.
“A most fortunate capture, to be sure,” Helene commented laconically, causing the others to regain their composure.
"Mhm, can't say I care for Isidora's heiress, but I would *love* to have house Coglione's one and only royal stallion in my stable..." Yohanna commented.
“Are we planning on using them as hostages?” Kasper asked.
“Our mother will NEVER let you get away with this, you fiends! She would ride into battle herself ere she is pressured to give into your demands because you have captured us!” the prince proclaimed.
“Quiet!” Badri snarled and pulled on Filippo’s leash.
Bruna chuckled. “It is as the rake says, Isidora is stubborn as a mule. Threatening her is no way to get her to agree to anything. No, these two are for my own enjoyment and plans. I thank you, Badri, royal knight of Calvino. You will be handsomely rewarded, of that I will make sure. I must admit, I didn’t think your captain’s idea would work, but you have proven me wrong.”
“Speaking of, what *is* your plan, your majesty?” Helene asked quietly.
Bruna took another long drink from her tea. When she set the empty cup down again, all mirth was gone from her voice. “I am dealing with the Calvinian problem once and for all. I do not intend to have them rise up against us in a hundred years and yearn for their own revenge. No, I will make them submit to us by eradicating their identity. That is why the capture of these two is so fortunate.”
“How do you plan to do this, your majesty?” Harald asked and adjusted his glasses, intrigued.
“As long as house Coglione exists, foolish Calvinians will latch onto them, project some sort of national identity onto them. But simply slaughtering them all would not do us any good either, we would only turn them into martyrs. And we would make a mockery of our magnanimous war for Jim’s honour.”
Her hand pressed down on the empty cup, pressing it into her slave’s nuts until he groaned. “No, instead we will absorb them. By marrying them to us, we chain their nation to ours. On that notion – Baroness Helene, would you like to marry Filippo here? I recall you are still single and childless. With your recent interest in the harbinger, I thought your concern over continuing your bloodline might be on the rise recently.”
She didn’t even glance at the man on the ground. “I have no interest.”
Bruna stared at the baroness for a moment. “A shame.” Yohanna perked up, her interest in taking the handsome prince off Bruna’s clear for all to see. “In that case, can I still ask you to take the prince to the dungeons and get him acquainted with his task down there? Might as well get some use out of him while I think on how to proceed with him.”
“You can’t do this! I’m not ready for marriage! My fan club of ladies back in Calvino would be heartbroken!” the prince cried out.
“I would love to have him as my toy, your majesty!” Yohanna finally voiced her interest.
“No, I do not think that would end well. I mean no offence, lady Yohanna, but I am looking for a partner who would not cast doubt that any children would truly be of the prince’s blood.”
The lady pouted but didn’t argue with her reputation as a slut. Bruna regarded the princess next. “Lord Kasper, you are still looking for a fiancé, are you not? How about princess Cecilia here? She is no virgin, but the rumours say she is a skilled lover.”
Kasper’s eyes drifted over the slutty princess. He squeaked fearfully when he saw the murderous stare she threw him. “I-I do not mean to be ungrateful yo-your majesty, but I would rather decline.”
“Good heavens, if you don’t intend on getting your dick wet, why even have it dangling between your legs? You know, taking the reins of Calvino’s royal whore would do wonders for your confidence, Kasper.”
A snap of the queen’s fingers made a maid refill her cup. She took another sip and set it down onto her slave’s nuts more forcefully than was necessary. “Very well then, Harald, can I ask you to lock her up in one of the guest rooms then? See to it that she is outfitted with a chastity belt. Her reputation precedes her, and I don’t want her to rut with the servants. If anybody is to shoot a wad inside her, I’d prefer it to be a noble of a house I can trust.”
Before Cecilia could protest, Badri had tugged her back with the leash. Harald nodded. “Of course, your majesty.”
“Oh, and make sure I have the only key. I trust you, lord von Haller, but I would like to make sure after our recent failure keeping Jim under lock and key. I’m sure you understand, lord von Haller.”
“Of course. Very well, follow me then, princess,” he said and took a leash from Badri. “I can assure you, once the fitting is done, a chastity belt will be exceedingly comfortable. A few days and it will feel like second nature to you.”
“No, you can’t do this to me! You can’t lock up my kitty! Cease these cruelties, please!” She crawled after Harald, her desperate pleas falling on deaf ears.
“I suppose that’s my cue to leave as well. I need to change…” lady Yohanna said. “Come, Kasper, I will let you watch. Maybe that will finally grow some hairs on that puny sack of yours.” Most of the servants followed them, leaving only Bruna and her servants, Helene, Badri and prince Filippo behind.
“Well, that was enjoyable,” the queen said. She locked eyes with the baroness. “Are you sure you don’t want him? If nothing else, he would be a valuable token once the war is over.”
“Dead certain.” The sun was setting behind the baroness, and her shadow reached across the table.
Bruna sighed. “I can’t say I understand, but I will accept your stance. For now, at least.”
“My decision will not change.”
“Yet your house is invaluable to the crown, my dear baroness. Your decisions reflect upon more people than just you. You would do well not to forget that.”
“Do not worry, my queen,” the baroness said icily. Her finger traced the rim of her own tea cup. “I have an excellent memory. I never lose sight of my goals…” She pushed down on the cup, balancing it on the edge of its bottom. “… and who stands in the way of them.”
With a clink, the cup tumbled over, spilling tea across the table. Bruna quickly drew her hand back before it could be stained by the liquid. Helene smirked. “May I excuse myself? I would like to get the prince acquainted with our operation.”
“You may,” Bruna said.
“Follow me, you two.” Helene rose from her chair and walked across the lawn towards the palace at a measured pace. Badri bowed to the queen and fell in beside her, the prince crawling behind them.
He blew a golden lock out of his face. “I know I do not possess my sister’s reputation, but I can assure you, I’m no stranger to the carnal arts. I would be happy to prove myself, in fact, back in Calvino I have several older lovers that I regularly please, they all say I’m the best lay they ever ha-”
“Quiet, mortal. You have no idea who you are dealing with, and what awaits you. You will be screaming soon enough, at least let me enjoy the quiet until then.”
“Hum, well I suppose I could humour you, but I really must insist that if we share in each other’s company, protection is a must, luckily when I was captured I still had my favourite selection of fine leather sheaths with m-ACK!”
Helene nodded to Badri, who had silenced the prince with a pull of his leash.
Twenty minutes later, they arrived in a peculiar section of the dungeons that distinguished itself by being hidden behind several heavy wood and iron doors, rendering it soundproof.
Even the prince was at a loss for words when he saw what hid behind these doors. Rows upon rows of men were dangling from chains tied to hooks in the ceiling and walls. Whether human, beastkin, goblin, kobold, elf or orc, each and every one of them was stripped naked and blindfolded and hanging from shackles around their hands and feet. Their limbs were pulled back, dangling them with their faces towards the floor.
Underneath each of them stood big pails, ready to receive the donations that a horde of maids was coaxing out of them. Blows and cries resounded throughout the milking installation, ringing in the prince’s ears.
To his right, a maid was squeezing the nuts of the boy strung up before her so hard, the testicles bulged out between her fingers while she brutally gripped his cock in her other hand. Both balls and cock were mottled with blue and black bruises. She squeezed his cock in a death grip and dragged her fist down on it in a manner somewhere between trying to rip it off and trying to squeeze out its innards like a sausage. He lowed like a cow, genitals rubbed raw from hours of forceful milking in the maid’s merciless grip.
To his left, a maid had abandoned rubbing her boy’s cock entirely to free up both of her sturdy arms. They looked like they belonged on a gladiator, bulging with muscle. Again and again, she struck, her fists crashing into his manhood, occasionally interspersed with a palm or elbow strike. The dick jiggled around as she beat up his nuts, each punch producing a spurt of cum that only had a miniscule chance of making it into the cum bucket below.
An acrid smell filled the air, mostly emanating from a station further down where two maids cooperated, dangling a boy’s testicles over a brazier as if they were chestnuts to be roasted. Instead of individual spurts, his flaccid cock leaked a continuous stream of steaming, almost boiling cum while the flames consumed his scrotum. Compared to the other maids, their method was almost lazy, and they entertained themselves by occasionally taking their roast off the fire and flicking the charred testicles with their fingers.
Throughout the entire room, balls were getting punched and kicked, knees ground testicles to dust to coax their contents from their sacks, feet and clubs crashed into gonads, threatening to break them. Wherever Filippo looked, men’s genitals were tortured while their ejaculate was collected as if they were particularly unlucky dairy cows.
The muscular testicle punching maid to their left stopped tenderizing her boy’s balls and stepped forward. She saluted Helene, a sweaty, cum and nut paste-stained hand leaving a slimy trail on her forehead. “Baroness, welcome back.”
“Report.”
“Yes, my lady. Since your last visit, three more balls popped, leaving one boy unable to be harvested any further. He has been sent away, but luckily his last cumshot was very abundant and thick, since he spurted out the parts of his nuts that were mush.” At the baroness’ raised eyebrow, she amended, “we worked together on juicing his testicles. While two of us wrung out his nutsack, Gloria,” she nodded to the maid across, engaged in a hateful handjob, “was the one who milked him. There was not a drop of nut left in him.”
“Good. What about the third ball? Which boy was partially ruptured?”
The maid wavered, seemingly unsure of herself. “It was mine, baroness. I’m sorry, my hand slipped and I only half castrated him, even after you advised us to aim for a simultaneous popping once their nuts get too fragile. I am currently working over his remaining testicle to wring out all the cum before it splatters.”
Helene nodded, watching the boy whose singular testicle she was currently pummeling. “See that you do. We have several fresh slaves from the conquered lands about to arrive in the capital, so there is no need to hold back.” Her head shifted back to the maid. “I have a boy that I will be personally milking. I will take him to one of the private rooms, see that *no one* disturbs us, understood?”
“Yes, baroness!” She saluted again, adding to the pulped nut on her forehead, and stepped back, returning to her task of breaking the lonely ball.
They made their way through the rows of ballbusting maids and their victims, towards another iron door. Behind it, another set of shackles hung from ceiling and wall, and Badri quickly got to work stripping and tying up the prince.
He cast a furtive glance towards the door. “Can talk freely here?” Badri asked.
“You may,” Helene said with a sigh and rubbed her temples.
“Am I to go after the Jim? He is of capture, yes?”
“No, you will not.”
The goblin suddenly had a wide, almost childish smile on his face. “That meaning I get to fuck you?”
The baroness cocked an eyebrow and raised one foot. He hesitated, then sat in front of, scooting forward until his ballbag was placed under her foot. She stepped down on it. “I will decide when I allow you your reward, goblin. Never forget that.”
“Yes, mistress.” With each shift of her weight, his face contorted. The goblin found some solace in grabbing his little erection and jerking it through the fabric of his pants. He asked, “Then what is next step for us?”
“We prepare for the end. That fool Bruna has got it entirely wrong. We are in the endgame, the time for subtlety is over.”
As she stepped towards the prince, it seemed as if her face was beginning to quake and melt, skin flowing over bone, reassembling itself. Skin stretched and filled out, bone shifted and turned. “What we will do instead is send out my newest asset, the queen’s Praetorian guard. I think her name was Effi. She needs to get rid of one last obstacle for me. Then, I will lead the attack on him myself.”
The baroness’ skin turned crimson, as if she was fire itself. Horns grew out of her head, spiralling outwards like a twisted pair of second ears. Sharp teeth glinted in the sparse light.
With a sigh, ‘Helene’ stretched until a satisfying pop ran through her back. Her exhalation was orgasmic. “Aah! It feels so nice to finally shed that damn illusion,” she said with a suddenly much younger voice.
Instead of a grumpy old lady, a terrible and beautiful creature stood before the prince, crimson skin contrasting with nipples and pussy as black as a moonless night. The prince’s chains rattled as he quaked, strung up and naked, entirely defenceless in the presence of the creature. “Wh-who are you?”
She smiled and took one of his nuts between two fingers, her long, sharp nails boring into the tissue of the frail orb. “I am the desire of the seven ravens, little prince. I am first among the countesses, although that will mean little to you. People have called me the seductress of kings, but usually…” She squeezed her fingers together, nails digging deeply into the core of his ball. She was careful not to break it, leaving his nut enough space to squish around her nails until she felt her nails successfully meet in the middle without puncturing that fragile shell.
“… I call myself Raum. This demoness is pleased to make your acquaintance, little prince.” He didn’t hear her over his own screams.
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Shimmering lights blinded him. His head felt like it was packed in cotton, sound and light strangely muffled. Something pressed down on his forehead, keeping his head from falling to his neck. *How nice*, he thought, *someone must be worried that I’m straining my neck.*
He tried moving his hands, followed by his feet. Had they moved? He wasn’t entirely sure. There was feeling where he thought his limbs should be, but he couldn’t match feeling to what he thought was raising his arm.
There was another feeling, something dull, beating rhythmically. Was it his heart? No, it didn’t feel like his heartbeat. It felt more… throbbing. And it came from some place else.
Someone was humming now, he was sure of it. A little melody, not a song, just some notes that didn’t pretend to belong to a song.
Slowly, his blurry vision became clearer, and he began to make out a strange shape against the light. It looked strangely round, but partitioned down the middle. A growth protruded from it, pointing towards his face.
He strained his eyes and slowly, the shape grew clearer. It was a bag of some sort, filled with something. It looked strange, lopsided, tawny and purple and wrinkly. The growth jutting out of it was short but got wider at the tip.
Understanding clicked into place, and the throbbing pain in his nuts shot to the forefront of his mind.
“Mmmmph!”
He was gagged, bound as well, that’s why he couldn’t move his arms or legs. He hung upside down, his own cock and balls hanging over his face against the light of the oil lamps, his knees pulled up to rest beside his head.
“Oh, did you wake up, honey? Hold on a second, I’ll be right there,” a voice like thorns under fingernails asked.
He tried to wiggle, see if he could get free somehow, but it was no use. Instead, pain radiated from his balls as if someone had set them alight.
“My, you’re really testing those restraints, aren’t you?” A face appeared above his nuts, green lips splitting to reveal a mouth full of daggers. With a start, he realized she was *smiling*.
“Mhmm!”
“Aww, I’m happy to see you as well, sleepyhead. You were out for a really long time, you know? It was getting a bit annoying to be honest. You see, I’m trying to find someone, and I think you might know where he is, so I wanted to ask you, and I thought about waking you up, but that’s not what lovers would do, right?”
“Hmph!”
She laughed and slapped his balls. Excruciating pain exploded in his testicles, much more so than the light slap had any right to. “Hah, you are such a jester! But, you see, before I can start wearing your love, we need to talk! Don’t be so impatient, sleepyhead.”
His only answer was a high-pitched keen. “Don’t be rude now, honey, you need to listen to me. Communication is key in a relationship, you see?” He felt a hand gently close around his sack and tried to stifle his cries. Every little motion of his balls felt like ice picks being hammered into them. “That’s better. You see, you can do it if you try!” she said with another ghastly smile. “Now, where were we?”
Her finger drew circles around his scrotum, and each light touch sent a knife of pain through him. With tremendous effort, he kept from crying out. “Right, my darling! You see, I’m looking for my darling, my special someone and- Are you crying? Ohh, don’t be sad, honey! I still love you, but I *love-love* my darling. So you see, there’s no need to be so dramatic. But back to my question. I was wondering if you have seen my darling? Where did he go, I wonder?” She looked at him expectantly from beneath her pink curls.
What the hell was wrong with this woman? “Hmm… Hmmph!” he tried.
She violently slapped a hand against her forehead. “Right, silly me, let me get that for you!” She fiddled with the gag in his mouth.
He took a deep breath. “What the hell did you do to me?!”
She gasped. “Me?! I didn’t do anything to you! In fact, I!” she said and slammed her hand into his balls. Pain. “Helped!” Another slam, and he felt himself get nauseous. “You!”
The final nut punch caused him to puke. He managed to turn his head to the side far enough that he emptied his stomach on the floor instead of on himself.
“I picked you up off the floor of that stable and brought you here so I could help you!” she said over his retching. “Did you know that half of your lovesack is filled with mush? *Squish*, one of your bubbles, popped. You need to be careful with those, they are for gifting to your beloved – that would be me – not wantonly letting some farm animal burst them under a hoof.”
Suddenly, it came back to him. The elf that approached him when he was cleaning the stables. Turning around, then suddenly, pain exploding between his legs.
“If you are going to be like that, maybe I should start cutting right now and try to find someone else to help me.” Her hand jiggled his half-filled scrotum around, sending another shockwave of pain into him. He sputtered and gasped, too tired to cry out. “You’re small, tiny compared to my darling, but I can still use you to get started on my ear muffs. It will be a cold winter this year.”
“…cut? Ear muffs?” he asked weakly.
Her smile returned. “It’s my collection of love, see?” She let go of his nuts and spun on her heel, making a garishly colourful coat billow out. “I wear all my lovers. Isn’t that romantic?”
He watched her twirl like a ballerina. *What?* His eyes swept across the room, and for the first time he noticed a shelf in the back. They held jars filled with some liquid. In some of them, pieces of what seemed to be leather floated. In others, two white ovals were preserved. They seemed familiar, somehow. He looked back at his captor, taking in her appearance.
Besides her coat, she was wearing almost nothing. A leather bra, some woollen pants held up by a belt. From it dangled several implements, a dagger, an awl and a curved knife. When he recognized the shape of the knife, his blood froze.
“No, please don’t cut off my balls!”
Her twirling came to an end. “Chrchrchr, it’s *ball*, silly! Singular! Remember? You already got one of them popped.”
Hot tears welled up in his eyes. “Why are you doing this? What did I ever do to you to deserve this?”
“Aww, it’s so nice that you ask, honey! You captured my heart from the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“That… that coat,” he said between sobs, “is that all made from people’s nuts?”
“Yup!” she said happily. “It’s so nice of my lovers to muffle that incessant screaming, you see?” She giggled like a cat being sawed in half. “Oh, what am I saying, I mean, do you hear?”
“N-no?”
“Exactly!” she said and hugged the coat, drawing it around herself. “When I’m all wrapped up in their love, the screaming finally stops.” She nuzzled the leather against her cheek. “Oh, what would I do without all my paramours. Just constant noise, all those screams and cries, all the time… How am I even supposed to sleep? But not when I’m bundled up in love. I really am a lucky gal to be so beloved, so I don’t get cold, so I don’t hear them scream…”
She revelled in the feeling of the scrotum leather against her skin for a few seconds before snapping back to reality. “Now, you must have misunderstood something. You are already half out of love,” she said and gave the swollen, mushy part of his ballbag a squeeze, “and I need to get that out of your lovesack. Wasted love like that, it's not good for you. Trust me, I know. I lost a lot of lovers in the beginning… But if you tell me what I want to know, I can get back to looking for my darling. I would much rather do that. Does that sound good?”
He nodded, sweaty, vomit dribbling from his mouth. “It does.”
“Wonderful. Now, then. I've been searching for my beloved ever since we were rudely interrupted on our honeymoon. I followed his trail all the way to Hôdoburg, but that's where his spoor suddenly ends. No darling anywhere, not even a whiff of his musk.” She inhaled deeply and her eyes fluttered shut as she remembered his smell. “And then, all of a sudden, there is a real big commotion going in, and at the end of it, I find you! What a surprise that was!” She giggled another scratchy laugh and then her voice turned monotone, devoid of emotion. “Tell me. Where is Jim?”
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*Remember when I said I was done with character references? I lied. Here’s [Filippo and Cecilia](https://imgur.com/a/hkHe1K9). They aren’t super important but might as well, right?*
*Man the chapters up to 39 are a mess of POVs, sorry about that!*
