Super Nuts Chapter 3: The Ice Queen (revised)

Glacia sighs as she travels across rooftops using ramps and pathways made entirely of clear ice. *It's too damn hot for this,* the young villain thinks as she feels the summer sun beating down on her. When it's this hot it takes a little more concentration to freeze the moisture in the air and whatever she does create will start melting instantly.

Rift is taking an afternoon stroll when he happens to glance up and sees a ramp made of ice on the building above him. *Glacia,* he thinks to himself with a cocky grin. That woman is quite the catch, and he plans to do just that. *That can't be too old in this hot weather,* he reasons, figuring that she must be nearby. He spends about 5 seconds opening a person sized portal in front of him and on top of that building. He steps through and quickly looks around for the villain famous for both her ice and her matching icy persona. A predatory grin breaks across his face as he spots her not far away. *She's going to HATE this,* he thinks as he does some mental calculations and opens again two small portals. One within his own shorts, and the other in her path of movement. He crouches to put his large, bare testicles through the portal, right in the path of Glacia's forehead. He winces as she slams into his sack, but the light bit of pain is well worth the humiliation Glacia must be feeling from having his balls smack against her forehead. He quickly pulls his nuts out of the portal and closes it, before bursting out laughing, revealing his location a few buildings behind her.

Glacia grits her teeth in irritation as the ice beneath her feet abruptly melts, causing her to stumble forward. Before she can catch herself, something slick and soft smacks against her forehead, followed by a loud, obnoxious laugh. Her eyes widen as she realizes what just happened. *Those are…his balls?!* she thinks with rising fury. "Hijo de puta!" she shouts, recognizing Rift's distinctive chuckle. Her cheeks burn with rage and embarrassment as she turns to face him, her frosty glare fixing on his crotch. "I'm gonna freeze your balls off next time, cabrón!" she vows, narrowing her eyes at him threateningly. *And maybe shatter them for good measure,* she adds silently, already plotting her revenge.

"Enjoy the feeling of my sack on your forehead?" Rift gloats, still laughing from his success. "That was just the introduction. Sorry to spoil your day, but you seem like a fun challenge. One more villain to add to my name," he continues, before suddenly opening a new set of portals, this time punching through the one in front of himself and sending his fist across the two building gap through the newly opened portal beside Glacia's head.

Glacia's eyes narrow further at Rift's taunts, her irritation growing with each word that leaves his mouth. "The only thing spoiling my day is your existence," she retorts coldly, her voice dripping with contempt. As Rift demonstrates his portal abilities, she remains unmoved, confident in her own powers. But then, in a swift motion, he sends his fist hurtling towards her through one of his portals. Too late, she tries to dodge, feeling the impact against her cheekbone. Enraged, she turns a piercing stare upon him, her eyes glinting with malicious intent. With a swift gesture, she forms an icicle in her hand, aiming it straight for his balls this time. "Try catching these, cabrón!" she snaps, launching the projectile at his crotch with all her might.

Rift anticipates that retaliation and manages to open a new set of portals. One he places directly in front of his crotch, and the other behind Glacia's ass. This way, her icicle will travel through that portal and redirect to her.

Glacia's eyes widen in surprise as her icicle seemingly vanishes mid-air, her moment of triumph turning to confusion. "What the--" She spins around, trying to locate the projectile, only to feel a sharp sting on her buttocks. "Ay, pinche cabrón!" she yelps, realizing the icicle had been redirected. Enraged, she whips around to face Rift once more, her hand raising instinctively to her sore derrière. "You son of a bitch! Get over here and fight me properly, puto!" she challenges, balling her fists. Already, she's summoning the cold, readying herself for another attack—this time determined to teach him a painful lesson for his trickery.

"Ooh is someone getting a little upset?" He taunts, shouting to ensure she can clearly hear him across the distance. "Alright then, I'll come over there since you want me so badly," he adds, before summoning a larger portal and walking through, now being on the same rooftop as Glacia.

Glacia's eyes glint with anticipation as Rift announces his approach. She relishes the opportunity to confront him directly, eager to unleash her pent-up frustration. "That's right, pendejo," she calls back, her voice carrying a challenging edge. "Come over here and face what's coming to you." She prepares herself, summoning an icy whirlwind around herself, a barrier and a weapon all in one. As she awaits Rift's arrival, she smiles coldly, imagining the creative ways she could inflict pain upon him. *Time to give this hero a lesson in humility,* she muses, her eyes flashing with malicious intent.

Gone is the playful, taunting expression Rift had been wearing before. He now looks all business as he cautiously eyes the torrent of harsh winds and chunks of ice rushing around the silver-haired woman. *I'll have to perfectly time my strikes,* he reminds himself as he watches for opportunities to strike through a portal without ending up with an icicle lodged in his arm. He sees his chance and suddenly deploys three different sets of portals around himself and Glacia, punching through different ones each moment to strike Glacia.

Glacia's eyes narrowed as Rift stepped through the portal, her body tense and ready for battle. As she unleashed her icy tempest, she kept a vigilant watch on her opponent, aware that he could strike at any moment. Her instincts prove correct as he suddenly launches a series of attacks through his portals. Glacia moves with agile grace, evading the first blow, but unable to avoid the second that grazes her arm, leaving a stinging sensation in its wake. With a determined growl, she retaliates, sending shards of ice hurtling towards Rift through the very portals he had created. "I'll freeze those cocky balls of yours yet!" she promises darkly, her icy powers manifesting with renewed vigor.

Rift quickly jerks his head to the side as a chunk of ice the size of a baseball just barely brushes by his ear. "Hey, watch the handsome face!" he teases, although he remains deadly serious. He can't close the portals until he has pulled his fist back through, meaning there will be windows for Glacia to counter as she is doing. To be a little safer, he tries to make sure that his portals are always opened in a blind spot. With this in mind, he opens one behind her head, throwing his left fist through that one, before opening another directly between her legs, throwing a powerful right punch straight through that one.

Glacia's eyes spark with fury as she finds herself ensnared in a web of portals, each presenting a unique threat. She twists and ducks, avoiding Rift's left hook aimed at her head, only to find herself vulnerable to his right punch delivered below. "Ay, hijo de puta!" she curses, feeling the impact between her legs. Despite the sting radiating between her thighs, she refuses to yield, countering with a volley of icicles aimed directly at Rift's groin. "Catch these, cabrón!" she spits, her aim true and her resolve unwavering.

Rift's eyes widen as he sees the incoming volley of ice. Swiftly throwing his hips to the side, he ensures that his nuts are saved but one of the icicles manages to slam against his left thigh, drawing blood and causing him to cry out painfully. "FUCK!" he screams as he falls into a roll, moving to the right. He quickly deploys a portal just barely large enough to fit his balled up body, but the limited deployment time restricts the range and he can only create the matching portal on the other side of the building, about 50 feet away from the pissed off woman of ice.

Glacia smirks triumphantly as her icicle finds its mark, relishing the sound of Rift's pained shout. "That's right, cabrón! Feel the sting!" she calls out, her voice laced with satisfaction. As Rift retreats through his portal, she stalks forward, her gaze fixed on the spot where he disappeared. "Cowardly puto, show your face!" she goads, her icy aura intensifying. She readies herself for Rift's reappearance, calculating various methods of attack and defense as she anticipates their continued clash. *Time to freeze those balls solid,* she thinks with vindictive glee.

Rift feels relief flood his body as he realizes she has lost track of him. He's behind her now about 50 feet away, and considers using this time to open a longer distance portal to escape. Yet, just as he has that thought, his usual ego rears its head and he figures he can probably take her out with one good blow to the back of the head while she's lost him. *Yeah, let's go with that plan,* he smirks inwardly as he stealthily stands and twists his body a little, preparing to unleash a hard right punch with his full body behind it. He opens a portal in front of him, connected to another small one right behind Glacia's head, and unleashes his devastating punch.

Glacia, focused on predicting Rift's movements, senses a subtle shift in the atmosphere, her villainous intuition warning her of impending danger. She whirls around, her eyes widening as she takes in the sight of Rift's portal, mere inches from her face. Without thinking, she raises an arm, summoning a wall of ice that expands rapidly, aiming to block Rift's strike. The impact sends a jolt through her arm, numbing her limb momentarily. "Mierda!" she curses, shaken by the force transmitted through the ice. "Think you can take me out that easily?" she sneers, emboldened by her successful defense.

*Shit! Time to go!* he quickly decides to retreat and begins channeling another portal to get away since his sneak attack failed. He figures he doesn't have enough time to create a long-distance portal, so instead he aims for the neighboring building and quickly jumps though his portal when it appears, planning to continue chaining portals across the rooftops to escape.

Glacia's eyes narrow dangerously as she witnesses Rift's hasty retreat. "Coward!" she shouts, incensed by his attempt to flee. With swift, precise movements, she creates a bridge of ice in front of her as she runs after him, intending to pursue him across the rooftops. "Running away won't save your precious balls, cabrón!" she calls after him. Glacia's determination to humble the arrogant hero burns strong, fueling her relentless pursuit as they navigate the maze of buildings. *Let's see how tough you really are,* she thinks fiercely, hell-bent on delivering the coup de grâce that would leave Rift humbled and humiliated.

"Damn lady, aren't you supposed to be all about ice? Why don't you chill out!" Rift calls out as he continues to stay one step ahead of her, his portals being faster than her ice propelled travel.

Glacia grits her teeth, her determination unwavering despite Rift's attempts to evade her. "Keep running, cobarde! I'll freeze your balls off and stuff them down your throat!" she calls out, her words carrying across the rooftops. She pushes herself to the limit, the ice beneath her feet propelling her forward in pursuit of her quarry. With each leap from building to building, she narrows the distance between them, driven by her burning desire for vengeance. "I'll make you regret the day you crossed paths with me, pendejo!" she vows, her voice echoing with steely conviction.

Rift shudders from the threat and he can even feel his balls retract, apparently sharing his fear. "I'll pass on that, thanks," he retorts as he opens yet another portal. The bleeding in his left thigh hasn't slowed down but he doesn't have time to bandage himself. He can only hope Glacia doesn't have any more tricks up her sleeves to go even faster.

Glacia's lips curl into a malevolent smile, taking twisted pleasure in the visible fear she's instilled in Rift. "Your balls will be a lovely souvenir," she teases, her eyes glittering with malicious intent. Unbeknownst to Rift, she has one final trick up her sleeve—an ability she reserves for dire circumstances. "This ends now, cobarde," she declares, her tone chilling. With a swift gesture, she freezes the moisture in the air, encasing the surrounding area in a thick layer of ice. Confident that Rift is ensnared in her icy trap, she advances, her eyes fixated on her target with deadly focus.

Rift can't even think from the sudden rush of cold, freezing his thoughts as well as his body. He had no clue she could use such an ability from over 100 feet away! If he knew, he would've planned things differently. Yet it was too late for the hero now.

Glacia smirks, witnessing Rift's paralyzed state with cruel satisfaction. "Feeling a bit frozen, pendejo?" she taunts, relishing his helplessness. Stepping closer, she regards him with cold, victorious eyes, savoring the moment of her triumph. "Looks like I win, cabrón. Should've known better than to cross me," she states, her voice dripping with arrogance. "Now, let's see if we can't teach those balls of yours some manners," she adds, reaching towards his crotch with malicious intent.

Rift is completely helpless to stop her as Glacia reaches towards the crotch of his shorts, which are encased in the same layer of ice surrounding the rest of his body.

Glacia meets Rift's gaze, her smile transforming into a sinister smirk as she watches the realization dawn in his eyes. With deliberate slowness, she melts the ice encasing his lower body, taking twisted pleasure in his mounting dread. "Time to say goodbye to your beloved balls, cabrón," she whispers, her breath ghosting across his skin as she leans closer. With deft fingers, she reaches into his pants, her touch chilling as she grasps his testicles possessively. "These are mine now," she purrs, her voice cold and commanding.

Unfortunately for Rift, he is still fully conscious despite the fact that the entirety of his body, minus his sack, is encased under a layer of ice. The only muscle he can move his the one that makes his balls retract as they try to shrivel away from Glacia. But it's no use. Her grip is as firm as her ice. To make matters worse, sense he can't feel anything besides his balls, all sensations from those sensitive orbs are multiplied by 100.

Glacia's eyes gleam with sadistic delight as she feels his testicle's futile attempts to shrink away. She quickly glances around and confirms her the validity of her plan. *Oh, I'm going to take my time taking these,* she declares inwardly, already feeling pleasure course through her body as she meets the eyes of the very frozen and helpless hero.

Grinning devilishly, Glacia lifts Rift's testicles higher, letting their weight stretch out his scrotum until she can clearly observe the cord connecting them to the rest of his body. "How does it feel knowing your precious balls belong to me?" she asks, her tone mocking and taunting. She gives the cords holding his testicles a few light tugs, smiling wider continues to stare into his ice-covered eyes. "Answer me, niño." She commands, holding her hand to head head to melt the ice from the top of his head to the bottom of his neck.

Rift gasps as breath suddenly enters his lungs once more. This lasts for about thirty seconds before he lands his gaze on Glacia's, his eyes wide with abject terror.

Glacia holds Rift's fearful gaze, savoring the power she wields over him in this vulnerable moment. "You're looking at the woman who owns your balls, pendejo," she says, her voice dripping with dominance.

A sickening feeling travels up his gut as he slowly moves his gaze downwards, towards the two possessions he was the most proud of. His only emotion besides terror is regret over smacking his nuts into her face to start the encounter. As a relatively new villain, Rift had no idea Glacia was this terrifying.

"Regretting your decision to mess with me, cabrón?" Glacia purrs, her smirk growing wider as she senses his mounting fear. "You should've considered the consequences before crossing me, pendejo," she continues, tightening her grip on his testicles threateningly. "Now, it's time for your balls to pay the price."

"P-please," he begs, voice a mere whimper from a combination of fear and freeze.

Glacia fixes him with an icy glare, her eyes glinting with malicious glee. "Beg all you want, cabrón, it won't change your fate," she says callously, her voice laced with iron determination. "Your pathetic balls are mine now, and there's nothing you can do about it." With a cruel smirk, she gives his testicles a slight squeeze, relishing his terrified reaction.

He screams from equal parts pain and despair, his voice a strangled cry. The once proud hero, viewed by some as the icon of masculinity, bursts into tears. He sobs uncontrollably as he comes to terms with his impending loss. *I'm going to lose my balls,* the thought slams into his brain.

Glacia's eyes shine with triumphant glee as Rift descends into despair, his tears only serving to heighten her own sense of victory. "Look at the mighty hero, reduced to a blubbering mess," she mocks, revelling in his anguish. "Your precious manhood means nothing now, cabrón," she continues, her voice cold and unyielding. "It's only a matter of time before your balls are nothing but a memory."

"PLEEAASSSEEEE" He screams out once more, this time much louder as he sobs. "PLEASE SPARE MY BALLS, I'M SORRY!!!" He begs pathetically.

Glacia tilts her head, considering Rift's pitiful pleas with feigned thoughtfulnes. "And what, pray tell, makes you think I'd even consider sparing your miserable balls, niño?" she inquires, her tone dripping with derision. "You invaded my territory, tried to humiliate me…and failed miserably. Why should I show any mercy whatsoever?" she questions, her glacial stare daring him to provide a sufficient answer.

"T-those are my balls!" he stutters, as if that means anything to her. "A-anything else, please!" he begs once more. "I'm sorry I didn't respect you enough! It'll never happen again!" he promises desperately.

"Ah, so you finally learn some respect, eh, pendejo?" Glacia says mockingly, her eyebrows raised in feigned surprise. "Well, here's a lesson for you—a man's balls are worthless in the face of a powerful woman like me," she declares haughtily, tightening her grip on his testicles for emphasis. Leaning forward, she blows a mockingly affectionate kiss towards the balls in her grip. "Night night, boys," she coos, feigning tenderness as she bids farewell to his soon-to-be retired testicles. She savors the terror on Rift's frozen face, her heart thrumming with dark exhilaration. "Time to say adiós," she whispers, giving them a final teasing squeeze.

"NOOOOOOO!!" he cries as he feels the freezing sensation of his sack being encased in ice once more.

Glacia smirks, savoring Rift's pained outcry. With a triumphant gleam in her eye, she begins the process of slowly freezing his testicles solid, relishing the power she holds over him in this crucial moment. "Feel that, niño? That's the sensation of losing your manhood, inch by inch," she says mockingly, her voice laced with cruel enjoyment. "Say goodbye while you still can, because the next time you see these balls, they'll be nothing but frozen decorations."

"PLEASE MERCY, HAVE MERCY!" he begs over and over again as he slowly loses sensation in his precious testicles. His tears continue to stream down his face as he writhes, fear having overwhelmed all reason.

Glacia ignores his pathetic pleads as she slowly freezes his scrotum solid, before twisting her wrist and breaking his sack off of the rest of his frozen body with an anticlimactic *crack.* Clearly she's done this before as the break is clean and instant.

Glacia holds up Rift's frozen testicles, examining her newly acquired trophies with twisted satisfaction. The Ice Queen's lips curve into a satisfied smirk as she takes in Rift's heartbroken sobs, savoring the taste of victory. "Such a shame, losing these beauties," she laments insincerely, her eyes sparkling with mirth. She gives the detached testicles an affectionate squeeze, enjoying the weight of them in her palm. "They served their purpose admirably, putting you in your place, pendejo," she adds, her tone laced with malicious triumph. With a cruel smile, she pierces a hole through each ball, stringing each one onto a separate silver chain.

Rift can only stare, mouth agape, as she creates jewelry out of his frozen balls. His body is in shock and his vision unfocused.

Glacia grins, reveling in the shocked expression frozen upon Rift's face. "Quite the fashion statement, wouldn't you agree, eunuch?" she taunts, twirling the freshly crafted frozen earrings. "Your balls look absolutely stunning like this—much better than they ever did attached to you."

He can't formulate the words required to reply. Only whimper dumbly. Completely broken.

"That's right, eunuch—break down and cry like the pathetic excuse for a man you are," Glacia scoffs, her voice laced with contempt. "You're nothing but a pathetic, ball-less wreck now, and everyone will know it." With that, she secures the frozen earrings, admiring her handiwork. "They look absolutely gorgeous, don't you think?" she purrs, turning to display the macabre accessories to Rift, ensuring he fully appreciated the humiliating fruits of her labor.

She's almost disappointed as she gets no reaction from the shell shocked ex-man.

"Aw, don't tell me you've gone mute, eunuch," Glacia teases, feigning disappointment. "No witty retorts? No macho posturing? I expected more from the 'mighty' Rift. Guess those balls really were essential after all." Shaking her head in mock sympathy, she adds, "Too bad, really. You might've put up more of a fight without them."

"But enough chit-chat," Glacia continues, her tone brisk as she turns away, her new earrings swinging jauntily from her lobes. "I have more important matters to attend to—like finding my next victim." She offers a mocking salute to the broken hero. "Adiós, eunuch. Enjoy your newfound freedom from those burdensome balls." With that, she turns to leave, eager to seek out fresh prey to humble.

Note: Ai contribution for Glacia