Baldur's Futa: Attack at Camp Part 2

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/s/oFOUmOM7BL)

Minthara, with mace in hand, watched the raging Karlach as she was trying to power through the pain in her sore testicles. Karlach's body language spoke volumes; hunched over, one hand cupping her large balls and the other tightening fiercely on her barbarian’s axe. The hot and strong Tiefling’s heavy breathing was just as loud as the death gurgle's the goblin's were unleashing some yards away at the effect of Shadowheart’s battle training.

She planted her legs, blinked rapidly and looked up at Shadowheart from behind. Even in Karlach's rage, Shadowheart’s grace and beauty created yearning inside the young, raging Tiefling. Especially when her eyes rested on Shadowheart, moving so expertly in her camp clothes. A well-oiled, killing machine that could kill you with just a look, if her blade didn't. This just caused Karlach's rage to grow incensed as these lustful thoughts drove her crazy in sensation. Her cock grew in her barbarian’s garb and she closed her eyes, breathing harder and trying to refocus. She felt her balls cradled in her tight to the skin wrappings, which was starting to not even be called clothes anymore. The fabric offered no protection and her bulging contents were clearly defined for all to see. It would almost be less distracting totally naked.

But it mattered not, as it was too late for Karlach. Minthara was already behind her and expertly swung at the towering Tiefling’s undercarriage. Her cock was out of the way, stretching the fabric and her balls were full and tight as the mace flattened her twin ovals.

Immediately, Karlach's legs closed together and a beastly wail escaped her red lips. Her head jerked, hair flailing as she slammed her axe into the ground hilt first. One hand went to grab her balls as her eyes glazed and mouth opened wide, paralyzed as her knees slammed into the floor hard. The impact rocked her body, creating another jolt of pain, garnering a loud whimper. Soon she fell as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

“No matter the power, there is always a vulnerability. That is where you must strike. I am sorry you had to learn that hard lesson this way, but you are nothing before the glory of the Absolute.” Minthara confidently stalked, circling Karlach. The wounded Tiefling coughed violently, writhing and reaching out to grab her axe and pull it inwards. The pain was overwhelming, her legs slamming against the dirt beneath her.

“AhhAhhAhhh… HAARRGGGGHHhhnnnHNnNn… ahhhhhnnnnnNNNN!!” Karlach's voice was desperate and harsh, as she writhed around, twisting against the floor and pulling her axe closer with one hand. And the other hand covered her abused balls, trying hard to handle the pain her poor balls are causing. Her large hands was pressing on her hurt organs, her wrist rubbing into her groin as she pressed down and winced, then coughed hard. Once she stopped, she pulled her legs together and tried to push on her axe to prop her towering and leaning frame up. Slowly, like pulling up a fallen tree, she began to rise. Stumbling and shivering with frothing pain, which Karlach knew all about. The pain has never been in her balls before; even devils from the hell never go this low, so she's not used to this pain. But she channeled what she could into rage with great skill and determination. Karlach looked up and twisted her expression into a sick, cursed mask as she stared at the Drow in front of her.

“Nnnnggghh… you… dirty fucker… n-never hit in the balls… this bad…rrghh… g-gonna *RRIP YOOOUUURRRR HEEEEEAAAAARRRTTT OOOOOUUUUTTT!!*” Karlach bellowed against her axe, her curved and womanly body, shaking with rage and pain. She was terrifying in the moment.

“Oh, how magnificent! A powerful strike to your balls, but you still stand! But ultimately futile. Sleep knowing that I will take great pleasure in putting down such a grand fury!”

Karlach continued to rise, pulling a hand back to the axe and leaving her ample bulge unprotected, wielding her axe with both viscous and determined hands. She readied up as Mintahra grew confident.

“When you awake, you’ll be of the Absolute!” The Nightwarden exclaimed as she shifted forward to end Karlach’s night but was interrupted. The half-elf threw a guiding bolt at the last moment from the backlines of the goblin fight, a majority slain or maimed. The radiant blast struck Minthara clearly and pushed her off balance.

“For Shar! Karlach, are you alright!?” Shadowheart asked, shifting back to dealing with one of the last goblins.

“NAAGH! MY BALLS HURT SOLDIER, BUT I’M HEATING UP! FUUUCKKK!! ARRRGGGGHH!!!” Karlach stood up, her face shifting into her war mode and approached Minthara with a huge swing of her axe, using the advantage Shadowheart gave her.

Minthara saw the swing and knew the only way to dodge it was to move inwards towards the stick of the weapon. She got in close, the heat of Karlach’s fury burning her cold, dark skin and screamed in pain.

“RAGH!!!” Minthara let out at the heat of Karlach's infernal engine scorching her skin. Her hand fell into Karlach's breast and felt the firm, womanly curve for but a simple, beautiful moment before she had to pull it back.

Karlach did not anticipate the closeness of Minthara and at the feeling of her touch, immediately felt winded. Her rage momentarily stuttered and the moment shifted Karlach’s mind and it was the last thing she felt before a solid, bony object slam into her sore testicles, crushing the massive organs against her hard, womanly body. It felt like a volcano exploding in her center, rushing over her taut abdomen and expanding past her thick, womanly curves and thighs, but it all localized within the confines of her delicate and bruised, hefty testicles. The pain was bright and sharp, and it immediately blinded Karlach.

The large Tiefling dropped her axe and doubled over, closer to Minthara who had to pull away from the sweltering heat of an overworked infernal engine. This gave Karlach the space to collapse to the floor, face first and breasts against the floor. Her eyes crossed and mouth croaked as her hands folded between her legs and desperately held her balls, which felt like they were shattered in half.

Her eyes then closed, tears falling out and hoarse, womanly cries escaping. Her thick and long legs shifted softly as her hands clutched and grabbed at her groin in desperation, clutching her aching organs without shame or hesitation. The rage from before dissipated, this knee being just too much to power through as painful mewling was all that remained in Karlach’s throat until she started to cough heavily, her legs clenching together. She held her balls, the meaty organs pulsating this deep, sick pain underneath her fingertips. Then, she started to dry heave on the floor, her stomach cramping and body heaving forward.

“Karlach! No!” Shadowheart screamed out, leaving the last goblin unslain and rushing over to Karlach.

She watched her friend, her once towering and capable barbarian and felt helpless as she writhed and let spit pool below her lips. Her hands were in, body was uneven and it looked like she couldn’t get something out of her throat.

“No, what happened!? Karlach, you mustn't-”

“Quiet, you half-breed. She's taken care of and you are next.

Shadowheart turned around angrily and threw another guiding bolt at Minthara, but it missed with a sidestep and Minthara’s laugh fueled Shadowheart’s rage.

“You miss more than you hit! It's not your fault, you are but a child after all.”

“I am no child!” Shadowheart responded, her arms tight and spread, showing her powerful womanly body and impressive bulge between her sculpted legs.

Minthara thought *”Not bad, but no Karlach. She's lacking but not weak. Yet, barely deserving. A pretty thing, however.”*

“You have one more chance. Bow, before you meet the same fate.”

“I have endured worse than you. My cloister prepared me for all pains and trickery.” Shadowheart exclaimed, looking behind her carefully. She watched Karlach curled up in a ball, gently sobbing and trying to catch her breath, unaware of the outside world.

Minthara laughed at the pretty little flowering showing off behind a knocked down tree.

“They *all* say that. But you will fall, all the same.”

"You cannot knock me down. Darkness protects me, child of Lolth!”

“Foolish! I am born in the Darkness! You have much to learn. If Karlach fell so easily, why think yourself different?”

Shadowheart grimaced and steadied herself. She looked down at Karlach, who was still on the floor, seemingly delirious in the moment. On her back, one hand on her groin and muttering to herself as she rolled around in abject agony. Shadowheart turned back and didn’t let anything show.

“You think you know me. That’s exactly what I want you to think. Come, *drow*, and show me that you really are all you think you are.”


Minthara chuckled and smiled. Perhaps this may be more fun than she thought it would be