Baldur's Futa: Attack at Camp Part 3 (Final)

Last one for this story! I might do more with BG3 but lmk if you guys like it (I got a little mean at the end maybe hehe).

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/s/HLUNlm1Aj2)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/s/9ehC1ltbQ0)

Minthara and Shadowheart paced around each other, watching each other's movements and looking for a moment of opportunity. Shadowheart went first, aiming for a quick strike, which was dodged by Minthara. Minthara’s return strike was then blocked and parried by Shadowheart’s shield, who swung low at Minthara’s hips with her mace. Minthara barely pulled herself back in time, just barely dodging the swing and stumbled back, almost losing her footing.

Shadowheart carried on the offense, moving forward and almost didn’t notice a shadow coming up right underneath her.

As Minthara stepped back, she saw Shadowheart’s powerful body centered around her meaty bulge, which lies between her legs. Her balls were prominent at her center and it was clear that there was no protection for Shadowheart where she needed it most. So as she approached Minthara, the skilled Paladin raised her leg up between Shadowheart’s impending legs to strike at those Sharran jewels from underneath.

Shadowheart’s reaction was not to dodge the kick, but instead to close her legs tightly as she felt the air of Minthara’s foot sweeping up towards her delicates, knowing that a kick like that may spell the end for her. This closed her thighs around the Drow’s foot, just inches away from the bottom of Shadowheart’s sack.

Shadowheart gasped in fear but realized that her defense was successful. Minthara was shocked to see how close her foot was to Shadowheart’s juicy nuts, stuck beneath them, a moment away critically hitting but instead smothered by Shadowheart’s thick thighs. Minthara tried to pull her foot up towards those weak testicles, but it was no use. Then she tried to pull her foot down, and the same issue stuck. Minthara then tried to pull back and realized that she was truly stuck. Fear grew on the Drow's face, realizing she is in a position she does not want to be in, with one foot stuck off the floor. She was imbalanced and vulnerable.

“Got you, now!” Shadowheart taunted, smiling proudly as she kept her legs tight together, her thighs trapping Minthara’s boot right beneath where her bulging testicles lay.

Minthara grabbed her stuck leg but it wasn't enough. Shadowheart's legs were too powerful and she raised her mace up, her eyes now on Minthara’s trapped knee. Minthara knew that a strike to her trapped joint would be almost impossible to recover from.

With quick thinking, Minthara acted. The experienced Drow pulled herself down, falling to her back with a thud and throwing Shadowheart off balance. Minthara cackled, lifting her free foot back in a show of flexibility, her strong thighs and firm, round cheeks obvious for the 1st time in this battle, along with her flat crotch in tights, clear that she did not have the same weakness as Shadowheart did. Shadowheart barely noticed this before Mintahra rocketed her foot up and over her trapped foot, slamming her heel into Shadowheart’s testicles from the ground. The round ovals were dented, Minthara clearly feeling the dense orbs as her heel swung in, knowing that her strike was accurate.

Shadowheart yelped out loudly, her testicles unexpectedly getting bashed. Her breath got pushed out of her body and she stumbled back, almost tripping but falling to a knee instead. She clenched her eyes and dropped her mace to cover her aching testicles. Her hand cradled her nuts, which were searing with rising, deep pain and she couldn’t help but moan as she hunched over on a knee. Then she croaked, eyes and mouth clenching as she pushed her shield against the floor.

“Nrrgghh… my b-balls… Lady of Sorrow, please grant me strength… *to enduurre*…this p*aaiiinn…*” Shadowheart prayed, eyes blinking fast as the nut pain was making her sick to her stomach. The pale skin on her face gained a sickly green hue, covered with sweat and twisting in pain. She looked and felt sick, her stomach spasming under the pain as she realized she had a battle to fight still. She rubbed her thighs together, pushing her hand against her groin and still holding her testicles as she carefully stood up. More akin to stumbling up, weapon hand cradling her nuts and her shield raised up as protection. She squinted her green eyes, tears shading her sight, but able to see a short figure approaching her. Through the pain and her sight, she struggled to understand it, but raised her shield higher and crouched behind it. She moved her hand from her balls up to her eyes to help her vision.

Sazza, the last remaining goblin, was watching the entire time. She saw Minthara and Shadowheart going at it and was in awe at their quickness and resilience. But once she saw an opportunity, she realized that she couldn’t just watch. Minthara created an opening for her, and she took it. Her red hair bopped on her side as she strided forward, knowing the Absolute will guide her path. The familiar goblin sneered, beat her chest and ran right at Shadowheart’s shield.

Shadowheart realized that it was the final, redheaded goblin that was in front of her, the same goblin she argued against releasing from the Tiefling’s cage. She realized she had to act, so she got into a forceful position, trying to ignore the nauseating pain between her legs, and waited to swing her shield out right as Sazza approached.

Shadowheart yelled out as she bashed her shield forward, putting all her weight behind it but somehow, Sazza ducked underneath the shield. With the shield out of the way, she saw Shadowheart’s strong body right in front of her, and her short stature putting her at a perfect height. Shadowheart’s firm and sore testicles, shapely held by her tights were displayed clearly right in front of Sazza. They looked like fruit on a tree, ripe and waiting to be plucked. Sazza acted without thinking, raising her arm up in victory as she approached Shadowheart, her intent entirely on the meaty protrusions, which hung like two meatballs laying beside a short, meaty salami in Shadowheart’s tights. Sazza’s arm went up as she jumped at the perfect moment, jamming her shoulder up and into the opening between Shadowheart's thighs, lifting Shadowheart’s bulge with force and slamming it into her body.

The striking goblin’s arm was forced hard between Shadowheart’s legs, her long arm and fist raising up and bashing against the fit half-elf’s tightly held ass as it tried to split the beautiful sharran in two.

“AAAAHKK!!” Shadowheart cried out, her shield to her side and mouth opening in shock and pain. She could feel her heavy, dense and sore testicles getting slammed into her pelvis. She felt sick before the strike, and now that she vividly felt one testicle getting crushed against her body, it made everything feel worse. Even as the other testicle lifted up, which was visibly seen weighing over Sazza's shoulder from the front, it overwhelmed her senses and the usually sexy half-elf immediately coughed out in sick, nasty pain. It felt like her testicle was shot up through her throat as she choked and dropped the shield to the floor.

Shadowheart almost immediately retched, saliva and more projected from her thin, puckering lips as her green eyes bulged open. Her hand was pressed down on Sazza, who was still up into Shadowheart’s personal space, violating her in the worst way. Shadowheart was meanwhile on the tips of her toes, reeling and stomach spasming from the vile low blow. It was all over for the young, pretty Shadowheart, whose bangs served as a frame for her face, a picture of sick agony and regrettable defeat.

“UNNNN! MMmmMMpHH-” Shadowheart let out over Sazza, thoughtless as the young, dedicated goblin fell back to the floor, feeling Shadowheart’s bulge no longer weighing on her shoulder. On the floor, Sazza was still face to face with Shadowheart’s meaty targets, even as Shadowheart was still on her tiptoes. Her bulge reformed and plopped back into shape right in front of Sazza.

Shadowheart’s testicles were clear as day, one side hanging lower than the other, the other protruding more outwards, as it avoided getting trapped by the uppercut from before. And Shadowheart's soft cock laid innocently above the two healthy orbs, wanting no part in this assault. Sazza held no hesitation as the goblin reared back and straight punched the two testicles with all her goblin might.

Shadowheart was suffering, processing the moments after the low blow, which felt as if it lasted a minute in of itself. And when she felt Sazza rearing back, it all went in slower motion and she could do nothing about it. She knew her hand wasn’t going to come down in time and could only wait in suspension, praying her earlier prayer to the Lady of Sorrow’s will grant her a miracle in this moment. But then she felt Sazza’s fist connect and remembered that absence can also come through overwhelming pain.

And Shadowheart had enough pain inside her to choke on it. Her lower body was pushed back due to the punch to her gonads, body tightening around Sazza for support still and stumbling as she lost her footing. On the tips of her toes still, her legs were high but her thighs closed together once more, unable to protect her vulnerable testicles this time. Pressing her glorious and divine thighs together as her hips pulled back in reaction to Sazza’s second strike to her sore balls, the half-elf Sharran, beautiful as she is prickly, had a mask of pain on her face as her green eyes rolled into the back of her skull. Her knees slammed into the floor and a loud, pathetic grunt escaped her lips. Her breasts pressed against Sazza’s as Shadowheart helplessly started to shift against the pain in her balls. But she was pushed to fall to the floor besides the goblin who bested her, Shadowheart’s upper body arched inwards as her knees were still on the floor, her ass high in the air before, her fingers peeking through her thighs in this moment of tragedy.

Sazza watched Shadowheart’s body shake and moan on the floor. She held her position, before she fell onto her side and began to violently roll back and forth on the floor with her hands completely between her legs. She pressed against the floor, her green eyes wide open but lost inside the pain. She couldn’t breathe or think, gasping for breath for several moments on the floor.

“Nggh… nuhh… uhhnn… ugghhh… m-my balllls…” Shadowheart was barely able to eek out as she writhed, her body shifting and Sazza jumping up and cheering.

“Haha! I did it, I did it! Serves you right, you dumb cunt! Punched you right in the balls! Twice! Ha, the Absolute loves me!”

“Nugh… it hurts… it *hurrttss*…” Shadowheart whined, writhing on the floor, one hand pressed firmly against her inner thigh now, pressing her balls against her hand. Her eyes were watery, and she sniffed, hiding her face in shame. Shadowheart was surely suffering in the moment.

The pain and sickness inside her was overwhelming, and she could hardly breathe. But as she looked up, she saw the dumb, hopeless goblin cheering and taunting her, and it twisted something in her. Sick and ragged, her face was covered with sweat and her eyes were watering. Through the pain inside her, she also felt a rising of something righteous. She coughed as she rolled onto her side, hands pushing against the floor.

“You… you… ahh… you will… nnngghh… you will… B-*BLEeEEeed* for meEEeE WHEN I GET UP!” Shadowheart screeched, her voice straining in anger as she got to her knees, her face twisting in anger.

Sazza pushed forward right into Shadowheart’s face, not backing down at her rage.

“And then I’ll just punch your balls again! You can’t scare m-”

Shadowheart grabbed Sazza’s throat tightly and carefully, and painfully, started to stand up. Her hand covered her groin, clutching her nuts tightly as she stood. She tightened her grip with both hands, one to caress and protect and the other to crush the windpipe of the Sazza.

“We should have killed you in that cage, like the animal you are! You *won’t* get me again, you vile mutt!” Shadowheart threatened.

“Ah, but it is you that’s impure, half-elf.”

Shadowheart turned around at the sound of Minthara’s voice pushing away Sazza. Her braided hair swung like a whip as Shadowheart turned towards the Drow woman, who was grinning at the weakened Shadowheart with deadly thoughts.

Her face immediately frowned with disgust as she began to speak. “You are weak and bound to fail. Kneel before you regret making an enemy of the Absolute.”

“Never.” Shadowheart asserted with determination.

Minthara’s gaze turned into amusement. “I hope you’d say that.”

Sazza had Shadowheart’s mace in her hand and got closer to Shadowheart, who swung the stolen Sharran mace in Shadowheart’s Sharran berries, between her spread legs and devastated what was left of Shadowheart’s will to fight. Her testicles, already bruised and sore, were flattened unevenly against her body, her meaty mound getting reshaped by the brutal contours of her mace, the meaty testicles filling up whatever space they could on the mace with her dick pushed outwards with no room. It was a truly, sickeningly perfect strike.

Shadowheart immediately felt her mistake as her testicles got crushed once more and she immediately fell to her knees without any hesitation or thought. Her whine was high pitched as she pulled her hands in to cover her abused testicles. She was curled over her knees, shifting forward and raising her neck as the pain moved her. She barely looked up under the pain, her eyes weak and pathetic, begging for relief as she again fell, cheek first into the dirty floor. She held this position for a few moments, shifting and whining before Minthara kicked her side, knocking her over. Her balls jolted in her palms and it kickstarted a new wave of pain, violating her strong, womanly body and unleashing a banshee scream. It was overwhelming and after she screamed, her mouth gasped several times as she convulsed on the floor. Her tight, beautiful body a sight for sore eyes, dancing without rhythm and her curvy frame trembling against the dirty floor.

“Ah, pathetic. A pretty thing, but muddied blood with such an obvious weakness. The Absolute always has use for someone like you.” Minthara boredly said, looking around. She saw Karlach still on the floor, barely conscious and Shadowheart actively on her knees, cheeks into the ground and making terrible noises. She knew there was more to do.

“Sazza, roll the mongrel girl onto her back for me. And pull her fingers away from that halfblood distillery of hers. I’m *not* finished with her.”

“Uh-huh boss!” Sazza knew not what a distillery was, but she got the message.

Shadowheart was rolled onto her back, barely fighting back as Sazza pulled her hands above her head.

“Like this, Lady Minthara?” Sazza asked, looking up at her master.

Minthara swaggered between Shadowheart’s legs, her thighs rubbing together as she approached Shadowheart, whose thighs were also rubbing against one another, but for a different purpose. Both women had thick thighs and a beautiful body, but Minthara’s thighs rubbed together, not for protection or to bring slight comfort through the pain, but in confidence and pride. She had no such weakness. And she was going to be able to establish why those weak, juicy targets are nothing but a detriment and target practice for everyone else.

Shadowheart had no thoughts as her arms were held over her head, body dirty and sweat covered. Her back was arching, muscles clear and legs twisting, moaning and breathing harshly.

Shadowheart was hopeless, her hips and thighs trying to displace the discomfort of her intense, overwhelming testicular pain but Minthara grabbed her ankles and spread her legs.

“Ah!” She yelped in pain. “N-no… stop, you can’t.” Shadowheart begged without much effort. She didn’t even sound like she knew where she was, but only knew the danger her spread legs posed to her in this state. Her legs weakly tried to curl in and pull together, but it just encouraged Minthara to spread her legs even further apart.

“Oh, but I will. And if you’re lucky, this will end your miserable night, mutt. Be grateful.”

Minthara looked down at Shadowheart’s spread legs, her testicles full and clear in her outfit, body just as full and fit. The two bruised orbs were protruding, staring daggers into Minthara, and the drow was not one to back down from a challenge.

She looked up, over Shadowheart’s strong and fit body. A specimen to be sure, and her breasts were held tightly in her clothes, but also clearly firm and well sized. They shifted as she writhed and weakly struggled, her cleavage pressing together and begging for release. Minthara imagined grabbing them, stomping them, sucking them before she looked up to Shadowheart’s face, and imagined her face in those moments of sensuality. She took in her sharp features, which looked so delicate and weak in the moment, realizing that in a smile or ecstasy, she would be gorgeous. But here, she was helpless and her face was warping in agony, which held its own beauty. Her sharp features and sharp ears were elf enough and Minthara could see why the Absolute would want this body on their side, instead of slain and wasted.

“You really are a pretty thing. I will enjoy this.”

Minthara raised her leg, high and proud before stomping her foot without mercy into Shadowheart’s testicles, crushing them against her body.

She yelled out in sheer pain, her throat arching as pain spiked to a new level. All the pain before was nothing. This was everything and more as her entire world went into a bright inferno, the pain exploding inside her scrotum and between her legs. Her powerful legs twisted in pain, desperate to close and her throat gagged under the excruciating pain stemming from her bruised, screaming testicles which was the entire of Shadowheart’s universe. All there was, was pain, which was circling around those two, screaming and flattened testicles in Shadowheart’s mind. She had no control as her hands twitched, body convulsed as Minthara dug her heel in, twisting Shadowheart’s testicles with her foot as Sazza continued to hold her hands above her head.

“Yeah, yeah! Stomp them good, Minthara! Break her, break her!”

Shadowheart writhed, the agony unbearable. Her veins expanded and skin reddened in pain and then Minthara put all her pressure into one testicle, crushing it against her body and smiling sadistically as Shadowheart spasmed in response to the pain.

“Nrrrgggaaaa! Ahmnnnnuhhuhh! Ahahannaahhhahhh!” A sudden jolt of urgent clarity through the pain, let Shadowheart realize the danger she was in. “My balls going to pop, pop ahhH! AHH, stop, stop! Darkness, save me!” Shadowheart cried out in pain as Minthara continued to twist her foot.

Minthara laughed as she pulled her foot off just to slam it again hard and brutally. Shadowheart screamed out, choking on something mid-scream and rolling her eyes as she spasmed in place. She then let go of Shadowheart’s legs, which immediately twisted around and writhed without thought, trying to flip Shadowheart’s body over. Sazza then let go and Shadowheart curedl over her pain and choked in absolute agony. She shivered in pain, eyes closed shut and cut off from the rest of the world. She rolled onto her back for a moment, still shivering and breasts protruding as she shook in paralyzing pain. Shadowheart’s eyes were closed tight, but opened in desperation as she let loose an animal's dying gurgle before rolling over, tensing in pain as a strained cough was exhumed. It died into a low, animals moan as Shadowheart’s mouth stayed open, lips against the floor for moments until all was quiet at last. Her hands clenching her large and swollen testicles still, but she was entirely spent.

Sazza walked next to Minthara and smiled.

“We got them good boss, didn’t we?” Sazza informally spoke.

“Yes… yes we did. Prepare them for transport. I will look for a slave to drag them to our camp.”