Cookie Run Kingdom story comp
***A/N: Hey again, it's me, ya boi. Got another cookie story for ya, three in fact, the first is cb-focused but the last two are both futa bb so Mods, don't worry. As always, I'll post image links to what the characters look like (roughly) in the first comment. Again, thank you for reading and I'll see you all again soon (hopefully).***
***Onto the story!***
Raspberry Cookie was the proud heir to the noble Raspberry house. She’d been trained in combat from a young age, both in the political sense as well as martial, and was not one to easily submit to others.
With that being said…
\*Whack!\*
“Ah!”
Raspberry let out a soft cry as the riding crop swung up between her thighs, smacking her sensitive clit with surprising force. Her body flinched from the blow, her hands instinctively moving downwards to cover her pussy only to be quickly stopped by her restraints.
The proud, noble heir to the Raspberry House was locked in a x-shaped rack, her arms chained above her head and her legs locked apart, leaving her naked body entirely defenseless. In front of her stood the half-nude form of Cranberry Cookie, her dd-cup tits supported by a (struggling) bra while her nethers were barely covered by a thin pair of panties, her underwear both being the same cranberry red color as her hair.
The one eye that wasn’t covered by her bangs squinted almost in disappointment at the restrained heiress as Cranberry held the end of the riding crop between Raspberry’s legs.
With a sharp flick, the tag of the crop smacked harshly against the restrained cookie’s womanhood.
\*Whap!\*
Raspberry flinched, a soft moan escaping her lips as pain and pleasure shot through her in tandem. When she did so, Cranberry frowned even further.
“Pathetic.” She muttered, shaking her head slightly as her gaze roved over Raspberry’s trembling form. “Despite your higher station, despite the intimate pain received each and every time, you still seek me out whenever you can.” She slapped the riding crop against the heiress’ cunt once more, reveling in the way Raspberry flinched as her face twisted up in pain and lust. “What would the others think, if they were to see you like this, I wonder? All dressed up like a Thanksgiving gum-turkey, helpless and defenseless…”
\*Thwhap!\*
“Ah!”
Another hard strike to Raspberry’s weeping cunt, the heiress groaning as the sharp, burning pain of the blow settled into an almost ever-present ache that left her knees weak.
“Do you ever wonder though, why I’ve never told a soul of our…activities… all these months?” Cranberry continued, hands falling to her hips as the restrained cookie glanced up at her, eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion.
Then, in one fell swoop, the buxom noble stepped forward, the point of her knee swinging up straight into Raspberry’s awaiting pussy.
\*Crunch!\*
A wordless cry flew from the heiress’ lips, pain flooding her like a tsunami as the noble’s knee crushed her battered and bruised clit, her head tipping forward straight into Cranberry’s bountiful bosom. Past the ringing in her ears, she heard the cookie lean down and whisper into her ear.
“Because why on earth would I ever want to share?”
\*\*\*\*\*
In her defense, Twizzly didn’t even remember what she’d done. All she remembered was having a few too many drinks the night before, then suddenly she was waking up in a stockade in the kingdom square, entirely nude with her legs strapped apart and her cock and balls hanging out for all to see.
The only hint as to what was to come was the sign hanging just below her chin. It had taken a second for her to make out, what with it being upside down from her perspective, but she eventually managed to read what it said:
“Free kicks!”
…uh oh.
Admittedly, she hadn’t \*quite\* understood what that had meant at first, though she did had a sneaking suspicion which was unfortunately proven correct when she felt a boot slam into her exposed berries within the first hour.
Now, she’d taken her fair share of nutshots over the years, most cookies she knew were familiar with the odd low blow or two. However, she almost always saw them coming, and had at least a second or two to try and evade or block the blow. No such luck this time. All she could do was try her best to prepare herself each time she heard footsteps approaching, since that almost always preluded a hard kick or two straight to the family jewels.
Sometimes the random cookie cracking her eggs would be nice, give her a verbal warning before slamming their foot into her sack, but that was rare. More often than not, the only warning she had was a slight rush of wind before she felt her nuts compress against the top of a boot or the toes of a foot or (most agonizingly) have one unfortunate orb pinned by the toe of a high-heeled shoe.
In the first four hours, Twizzly had been busted by no less than 3 dozens cookies. She was fairly certain at least a few of them came back for seconds or thirds, but she couldn’t be sure. Each time she thought she was starting to figure out who was who (for vengeance, of course), she’d get her eggs scrambled and then lose her train of thought immediately after.
She was currently on hour six (right around noon) of getting her nuts crushed by whichever passerby’s felt so inclined, and she was starting to think she’d have to visit the Oven after this was over so she could get her balls fixed up, as there was no way they’d still be in working order after this debacle.
\*Whump!\*
“Urg!” Twizzly groaned, teeth grit in agony as another harsh blow slammed into her swollen, battered sack, flattening them against her pelvis. Her cock, half-erect and leaking, fired another spurt of precum into the steadily-growing pool on the ground.
The futa had long since lost almost all feeling in her lower half, nothing but agony radiating from her tortured baby-makers.
“Woohoo, that was a good one!” Her mystery buster yelled out in a slightly accented voice. Twizzly furrowed her brow, trying to think of who she knew that-
\*Crack!\*
Just like that, her thought process was painfully derailed, brain now suddenly filled once more with static as agony rolled through her body like a terrible, aching wave. Her half-hard length throbbed heavily, milky white precum constantly drooling from its tip like a veiny fountain.
“Oog\~” Twizzly moaned, eyes crossed as she tried (and failed, mostly) to fight through the nutache afflicting her.
“Damn Cherry, don’t need to be so rough with her.” Chuckled a voice that the futa didn’t immediately recognize. “I mean, look at ‘em, they’re swollen to damn near twice their size already, and she’s still got…” A pause, followed by a slight rustling of clothing. “Eh, about 6 more hours to go until sundown.”
Twizzly’s heart sunk as her gut filled with lead. She felt like her balls could burst at any moment already, and it turns out she was only barely halfway done?!
The futa’s mouth twisted into a pained snarl, ready to shout expletives loud enough for every cookie around to hear.
\*CRUNCH!\*
But then another hard boot slammed into her swollen nads with the kindness of a speeding freight train and all that left her mouth was a shrill cry of agony.
\*\*\*\*\*
\*Smack!\*
“Ah!”
\*Whack!\*
“Ooh!”
\*Whud!\*
“Guh!”
“Avocado, please.” Alchemist lightly admonished, glancing up at the smithy’s blushing, panting face. The bookish cookie was kneeled before the stark-naked Avocado, a rubber mallet in her hand. “This would go faster if you would stop moving so much.”
“S-sorry…” The blacksmith muttered, shifting her grip slightly on the table she was leaning against, causing her sizable tits to jiggle lightly with the motion. She would've made another one of her jokes, but the cookie hammering away at her nads had quite literally beaten all the jokes out of her 30 minutes before. Alchemist, ever-focused on the task at hand, merely hummed in acknowledgment before returning her focus back on the larger cookie’s equally large genitals.
Avocado’s cock was half-erect, lifting just enough out of the way so that Alchemist had a clear view of her true targets, the lemon-sized testicles hanging just beneath. Reaching forward, she gently grasped the sizable orbs, laying them flat against her hand as she raised the rubber mallet.
\*Thud!\*
The futa grit her teeth, eyes squeezed shut in pain as the mallet soundly struck her nads, compressing them slightly against Alchemist's palm.
"Honestly, I don't know what you were expecting." The potion-maker spoke, bringing the hammer back once more. "What else did you think I could've meant when I asked if I could bust your nut?"
"I thought-" \*Thwack!\* "Urg!" Avocado grunted, barely suppressing a flinch as her balls were flattened once more by the cookie kneeling before her. "I-I thought y-you meant you'd h-help me 'bust a nut.' Y-y'know, like c-cumming..."
"Oh. Well, I suppose I will technically be helping you do that, just not exactly like you were probably imagining." The potionologist replied, shrugging before slamming the mallet back onto the futa's awaiting sack.
\*Crunch!\*
Avocado couldn’t help the moan of agony that escaped her lips as her battered balls were compressed once more. Her cock, still only half-erect, bounced wildly from the force of the blow, a droplet of precut flying from the tip to splatter against Alchemist’s cheek.
“Oh good, progress.” The bookish cookie muttered, wiping the dab of precum off as the futa before her groaned in pain.
“C-couldn’t I j-just jerk off?” The blacksmith inquired semi-hopefully. However, said hopes were dashed immediately as Alchemist swung the mallet back into her nuts, squashing them flat once more.
\*Thud!\*
“Ah!”
“No can do.” Alchemist replied, shaking her head as she brought the tool back for another blow, seemingly uncaring of the futa's pain. “The recipe requires tormented cum specifically, and tormented cum can only be acquired by literally busting the cum from a pair of testicles.”
\*Whack!\*
Another solid shot to the danglers had the futa moan despairingly as she hunched over slightly in pain, clearly not looking forward to what would most likely be hours of nut-busting from the potionologist.
Alchemist, seeing Avocado’s current state of being, let out a sigh as she decided to throw her a bone.
“Would ogling my tits help expedite your orgasm?” She asked with an almost deadpan expression, already knowing the answer. And just as expected, after a few moments of consideration, the nude blacksmith shyly nodded as her blush only deepened.
Letting out a sigh, Alchemist put the mallet down, shrugging her vest off to reveal her c-cup tits supported by a lacy purple bra. She swiftly slipped that off as well, allowing Avocado full view of her bosom, which the futa gladfully drank in, hands twitching as if she were about to reach out and fondle them.
“You may look all you want, but you cannot touch.” Alchemist ordered with a firm look before kneeling down between the futa’s legs once more, mallet in one hand as she brought her arm back. “Now, let’s continue.”
\*Crunch!\*