The Princess' Judgement Part 1

Ever since her family had usurped the king Princess Isabel had been on a warpath to consolidate her family's and by extension her own claim to the throne. At his zenith King Godric had no regard for the honor of the women of the realm, often turning a blind eye to indignities at their expense, ignoring petitions about their mistreatment. As a result Princess Isabel became callous to the indignities of men and often sought after their humiliation, particularly those who challenged her family's ascension. King Godric surrendered the war, returning to his family's ancestral seat in a castle near the coast, and his son Gandriel had been taken as ward as a noble hostage to ensure loyalty to the crown, Godric wouldn't dare raise up arms while they held his son and heir.




When Princess Isabel found out Godric's son was staying in the palace she asked her mother, the Queen if she could make him her personal servant, which she was happy to oblige. Isabel knew about Gandriel's past, a haughty young man of 19, towering over most at 6 foot 6 with devilishly good looks and a royal name, he never displayed much respect for anyone, particularly the myriad of women he slept with. She knew she would take great satisfaction in reminding him every day that he served at the behest of the new crown.




Princess Isabel exuded an angelic aura, her golden blonde hair crowned with a silver tiara encrusted with amethysts, complemented by a light white dress that fluttered gracefully. Gandriel didn't think of her as so pure.




"Are you still sulking I had your cock cut off, it was an impressive one, but alas it was a liability, you should be thankful I left you the stones" the Princess said with a gentle smile grabbing onto his hefty left ball and squeezing it. His heavy balls hung low in the warm climate and were completely exposed as Princess Isabel forced many of her servants to be naked to remind them of their inferior status.




Gandriel maintained his composure reacting very little to Isabel's squeeze staring straight ahead dutifully, though it of course was painful.




"Ohhh.... resolute are we? Well not to worry I'll have tears streaming down those eyes by dusk, but for now I'll wet your face another way"




Gandriel of course knew what she meant as she lifted her dress he got to his knees and began pleasuring her with his tongue, he hated it, her aroma made him desperate for release but he no longer had a cock to fulfill that need. The Princess jested he should be thankful she let him keep his balls but they were a constant source of pain, she knew what she was doing, keeping them wasn't a blessing but a curse. Once the Princess had climaxed and was satisfied she gently tilted Gandriel's chin upward to look up to her "We're visiting your family today to announce the new tax decrees, go down to the courtyard and wait for me"




Gandriel did as he was bid, walking through the palace corridors he felt a sense of dread as the giggling of noblewomen he once lorded over were all too common, his apparent lack of a cock and requirement to be naked their source of mirth. The Princess didn't allow him to cover up and at this point it would be impractical to be doing so all the time, though in moments like this he certainly wanted to. He eventually found his way to the courtyard and waited near the royal carriage. After some time Gandriel noticed in the distance the Princess's palanquin being carried by 6 eunuchs made from the heirs of noble families that challenged Isabel's house during the war, Isabel had ordered their emasculation herself, a reminder to everyone that nobody could escape her judgement. As they got closer Gandriel noticed how crushed their spirits were, men were known to change drastically when castrated, perhaps he ought to have a bit of gratitude he was able to keep his balls.




Gandriel's gratitude was cut short as Princess Isabel exited her palanquin she nodded at her guards who proceeded to bind his hands together to a rope tied around the back of the carriage and gagged him with some of the Princess' sweaty stockings. Gandriel resisted the guards a little bit but stopped movement completely when he heard the Princess' voice behind him.




"Resist me and see what happens" she said in a calm yet assertive tone. She then started tieing thin ropes around his balls attached to sacks of supplies weighing about 10 lbs each, one sack for his left ball and one sack for his right ball. She saw the look of despair in his eyes as she whispered in his ear "You're going to be my royal steed, your mother and sisters are going to be so proud when they see you"




For 2 hours Gandriel dragged the sacks by his balls along the jagged dirt road, occasionally a sack would get snagged on something and he'd have to yank the sack over the hump with his hips to keep up with the carriage. Gandriel grunted and groaned the whole trip, the outbursts of distress causing Isabel to laugh audibly. He realized the Princess was earnest about making him tear up before dusk as they arrived at his family's castle, his balls had never hurt so much in his life.




"Oh my.... what did you do to my son! Where is his cock, why is he dragging your supplies by his grapes?" Gandriel's mother shouted in shock, as his sisters stood by with big smirks on their face, long have they waited to see their brother humiliated, jealous of the fact he was heir, vengeful of the times he picked on them and fucked their friends.




"You should be proud of your son, I bestowed upon him a great honor, he is my royal steed. But let us not linger on that too much, we're here to announce the new tax decrees, we're raising them by a tenth of what they are now" the Princess declared.




Gandriel's mother's concern shifted immediately to this new information, almost as if she didn't just learn of her son's emasculating condition, and that didn't go without notice to Gandriel. "New tax decrees? You're not already taxing us enough? This is an outrage"




Just when Gandriel thought he would be given a moment of reprieve his sister spoke up "Princess do you think I could get a ride on your royal steed please"




Gandriel looked at his sister and shook his head back and forth begging her not to but it was too late.




"Of course dear" the Princess said smiling....... "Guards unbind him but keep the sacks on, we won't be here for long"...... "Steed.... get down on your hands and knees and give your sister a ride"




Gandriel knew not to defy a command of the Princess and did as he was told. His sister mounted his back and he felt a keen sense of envy when he felt her mound press up against him lacking the vulnerability of spongey orbs hanging between her legs.




"Sister can you give the steed a bit of motivation to start galloping" she said, smiling knowingly.




"I think I know precisely the thing" Gandriel's other sister said before running up and punting him in his giant balls from behind with a zeal she's been waiting her whole life to unleash.




"MFMMMFMMMMM" Gandriel screamed into his gag as he started moving his arms and legs quickly feeling the strain on his punted balls as he dragged the supplies through the grass near the garden. Tears swelled up in his eyes once again as he was forced to speed around to his sisters pleasure. After a short while the Princess reclaimed Gandriel telling her guards to rebind him to the carriage.




"I leave that message with you to tell your husband when he's back from his hunting trip... oh and best not to mention Gandriel, if I hear of either of those girls being punished for today I might just find myself in need of another steed" the Princess said to Gandriel's mother.




"Not to worry, it was just a bit of harmless fun, my lips are sealed"




Gandriel was surprised how quickly his mother had forsaken him as the carriage started moving forcing him to follow, his balls stretching behind him. Halfway through the trip the carriage came to an abrupt stop at the command of the Princess. Gandriel was untied and beckoned into the carriage by the Princess' waving hand.




Once inside the carriage Gandriel softly asked "Why" his sorrowful tired eyes telling her everything she needed to know.




"You're a cockless, ass licking servant that is heir of the former royal house, you're a symbol to everyone that no matter how proud a man was in the past he serves my house now. Speaking of asslicking I didn't invite you in here to chat" Princess Isabel said lifting her dress.




Gandriel exhaled in consternation, his balls aching fiercely, and got to work. While licking her ass Gandriel mused that the Princess did not humiliate him simply for strategic reasons, but as some sort of genuinely sadistic pastime for witnessing men in precarious circumstances.




For months the Princess continued to make Gandriel drag around her belongings or supplies by his balls until eventually his ballsack was permanently stretched and hung even lower than it once did, it was embarrassingly vulnerable and swayed with every step.




When Isabel's mother found out how she was treating Gandriel, a noble ward, she was furious, despite him being their hostage he was still a man of noble birth, how were they supposed to leverage the loyalty of his house now she pondered. The Queen also learned of the other heirs Isabel had made into eunuchs and considered disinheriting her. The Princess pleaded with her mother that the age of dishonoring women under Godric should come to an end, that the eldest female should be first in line for inheritance in every house. Isabel knew this was the panacea to their political headaches and how she would skirt responsibility. The Queen realizing she had no other choice announced the new inheritance decree as well as a threat that any man who challenged it would be castrated. Isabel was seeing her masterplan prevail and was looking forward to seeing the bravado of men decline and a new age where men submitted to the will of women.




A 22 year old knight by the name Geoffrey who was previously in line to inherit his families lands did not take the news lightly. He had screamed at his sister who had taken his place as heir and threatened to kill her if she did not relinquish her claim voluntarily. His sister petitioned to the Queen about the matter and the Queen ordered several guards to escort him to a street where many merchants traded. He was tied up spread eagle, in a standing position. His pride had him resisting the entire time, he spat at the guards in anger.




"By order of the Queen you are sentenced to castration by crushing of the jewels. Any woman that volunteers to kick you will be given a silver coin" A guard announced loudly.




A long line of women quickly formed. Geoffrey looked on at them with disgust, several low born women lining up to kick him in the stones.




The first girl didn't hold back, she punted him in the balls with her clogs as hard as she could.




"Arrrghhhh you wench"




Several low born women kicked passionately, enjoying the opportunity to punish a man of high status, someone who would likely look down upon them. Geoffrey received 8 devastating kicks to the balls yet he maintained his violent attitude, hurling threats at them. Suddenly several women poured out of an expensive brothel, having heard the news the women jumped at the chance to earn some extra coin while getting a free kick at a highborn's manhood. The girls were all dressed in bracelets and promiscuous robes of silk that stuck to the skin in the heat leaving little to the imagination, befitting the establishment they worked at.




The first of them stepped up, her perky nipples poking through her silk robe, she smiled at Geoffrey almost flirtatiously, mostly out of habit, before she ran up and punted him in the balls for all it was worth.




"Unnnggghhhhhhh fucking whore" Geoffrey spat, his voice going slightly high pitched from the repeated abuse.




17 kicks later and Geoffrey was screaming out with every kick begging for it to stop, tears streaming down his face. His pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as he was kicked relentlessly until he passed out. His balls were black and bruised and in the long run shriveled up to the size of grapes. The merchants spread the news of the events on their travels, dissuading any challengers to the new inheritance decree.




Gandriel was tasked with supervising a women's bathhouse, fetching them what they needed and ensuring they went undisturbed. He knew it was just another way for the Princess to torment him, forcing him to watch naked women, stirring his desire and frustration. The women were all amused by how low and vulnerable Gandriel's balls hung ever since the Princess had him dragging around sacks from them. They gave them a slap from underneath and watched them sway back and forth anytime he got close to them to provide a linen cloth so they could dry off.




A beautiful brunette of 21 approached him completely naked. Gandriel reached out to hand her a cloth but instead of receiving it she reached out and grabbed a hold of his balls, she squeezed and twisted barely able to fit them both in her hand.




"Urrrghhhhhh can I be of service my lady" he said obsequiously




"Do you not remember me?.......... You once fucked me and promised we'd get married and never sought me out again after" she tightened her grip and twisted more expecting an answer




"Errrrrgggggggg.... I do remember my lady, I apologize, is there any way I can be of service" Gandriel repeated through gritted teeth trying to change the topic.




The girl increased her grip further "As much as I'd like to crush your grapes completely I don't think the Princess would appreciate it..... Do you realize how ridiculous you look with no cock and these obscenely large gonads hanging so low" she said with a smile creeping onto her face as Gandriel's distress grew.




Her words pierced almost as strongly as her grip, Gandriel's face contorted. She released his sack only to deliver an uppercut into it sending it swaying between his legs. Gandriel groaned "Unnnnnnnnn" bending over and putting his hands on his knees for stability as he was sworn not to cover his groin.




"Yes you can be of service.... you can stop being so lazy and come dry me off and then give me a massage"




Gandriel complied with her wishes, his balls aching from both her treatment of them and from the frustration of touching a beautiful naked woman.