Chronicles from Valdris: The ball destroying ritual

WARNING: This story contains castration and light gore. This story contains non ballbusting content at the beggining used to introduce the readers to the world where it is set in.

Magic, a powerful art that was as ancient as the very genesis of the world, known to many but practiced by very few.

In fact, in order to become a spellcaster it was necessary to receive a blessing from the Goddess of Arts, through one of her priestesses.

Because of their high affinity with mana, the source of every Magic, only women were granted a blessing, either at birth for the daughters of one of the Founders Families or after graduating from an officially approved Academy.

People that wanted to follow the path of Magic, on their 18th birthday were given a catalyst, capable of crystallizing the mana gathered into a spell of equal intensity.

The category of the spell produced depended on the method used to acquire the mana, which generally involved a tribute of different natures, usually obtained through a sort of ritual.

“This should be all the relevant information, I think”

Fiona commented, taking one last look at the papers scattered across the table before putting them back in her bag.

“Magic seems to work completely differently here compared to where I lived. Can’t really tell if it is easier or harder though”

She added before standing up to take a look at the clock fixated on the highest spot of the opposite wall.

“Almost time, better get prepared”

She thought to herself as she walked toward the bathroom where her big green eyes locked themselves onto the reflected image on the mirror.

She adjusted a few strands of her long, wavy golden hair behind her ears with one hand while with the other she carefully applied a shade of red lipstick on her plumpy lips.

Satisfied with the results, Fiona turned around and left the bathroom, back into the living room.
She sat down and waited for around five, long minutes until someone knocked on the door.

She stood back up and walked toward the entrance, allowing the person outside in. After greeting her, a man in his thirties stepped inside, and he was quick to address her.

“You are actually gonna pay me the whole sum, right?”

“Of course! Not only did you give me all that information but you also accepted to partake in the ritual with me. Never expected I would find someone so willing to help a stranger.”

“I am not really in the situation to say no to money, right now. Though, I am curious, you talked about an article, are you a journalist or…”

He asked, after handing her a notebook page which he took out from one of the pockets of his trousers.

“Let’s say a…researcher would be the correct term to describe me”

She replied as she read the note, slightly surprised, if not shocked, by its contents.

“That sounds like a bit…uhhh, we don’t really have any alternative, right?”

He shook his head and Fiona sighed, making a hint to follow her as she led him toward the middle of the room.

“Let’s get this started then”

He nodded to her words, running his hands toward his waist to pull both of his pants and boxers down.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then, with a single movement of her leg, she hammered her knee in the space between his legs.

It connected with a loud thud, flattening both of his testicles against her kneecap and forcing a pained shriek out of his lips that made her open her eyelids.

She let her leg rest in his stomach for one, long minute, enough to savour the weird, yet somewhat enticing sensation of his soft nuts squashed against the fabric of her stocking.

“It’s kinda working…although this is not really enough to cast a spell yet”

She said as she pulled her leg away, after noticing that the crystal catalyst around her neck had been filled up for around one quarter of its entire capacity of a strange dark, glowing liquid.

“I will strike harder this time, better brace yourself”

“Wa-”

She didn’t let him finish, interrupted by the slapping sound of leather bruising against skin as the front of her shoe smashed his nuts into his pelvic bone.

On impact, her leg vibrated, releasing all the force in her muscles and exerting a pressure intense enough to squeeze a few drops of precum out of his dick’s tip onto the silk threads of her black pantyhose stocking.

With all the air squeezed out of his lungs, he wasn’t neither able to scream, nor move, nor breathe. He just fell down onto the floor, hitting the carpet with his nose.

“With the catalyst half filled, I could attempt to cast a spell now. Since I don’t know how this is going to turn out, you better tell me when you are ready.”

It took five seconds for him to be able to nod his head. He tried to look up but his dull eyes couldn’t rise past the red high heels in front of them, following along their shadows as they moved toward his crotch.

At the sight of the swollen, violet sack lying next to her feet, she felt a weird sense of guilt wash over her previously found enthusiasm.

“Feel like I may need to give you some extra money for the medical bill…Actually, let me try something myself”

‘Why I have a bad feeling about this’

He thought to himself when his eyes caught a glimpse of her index stretching forward to point at his crotch. She chanted something he couldn’t understand, then, from her fingertip, a jet of chilling water was shot toward his right nut.

His body froze at the sight of her shocked expression, hinting that this wasn’t the expected result. Unable to control the spell, she just watched in horror as it pierced through the fragile orb, carving a hole into its skin.

Blood sprayed on the floor, followed by a mixture of cum and blood erupting from his cock’s tip onto her ankles. She looked away instantly, throwing herself onto the floor to reach his mouth and silence those ear shattering screams to avoid drawing any unwanted attention.

She lied next to him until he had exhausted all of his strength, watching him faint from the blood loss before standing back up to look at his crotch and ascertain the damage done to his manhood.

“This is so bad. God, this doesn’t even look fixable.”

She commented when she saw how big the hole was, its borders mixing with the dark, necrotic skin around them.

“I am gonna get into some serious troubles now. Actually you know what, I am out of here!”

She packed as much as she could of her belongings and she ran away.