AI's Got Me by the Balls [Ep.8] Return of the Bad Ending?

Neimi smiles and blushes slightly at this. Her eyes look into yours and she nods determinedly.

"Just leave everything to me, I'll take care of everything."

Yvette smirks and nods.

"Save a few of these filthy scum suckers for me, yeah?"

With a grin, you nod and fade away into a smoky haze and Yvette slinks on toward the encampment, sure to keep light-footed and quiet.

\> You move throughout the shadows, flitting this way and that unseen as you swiftly take down anyone in your path.

You advance through the encampment, softly laying the bodies to the floor so their collapsing forms don't alert nearby allies they may have. You're onto the next victim before the previous victim has their blood hit the floor.

\> You make your way halfway through the ranks of the fortress before someone starts to notice the dissonant quiet, you appear just behind a man who's about to alert the camp but you quickly slit his throat.

You appear before him, the knife appearing in your hand and the already gaping wound in his throat painting the wall in front of him with the blood spewing from his neck.

\> You turn to the voice of Guinevere, who seems to be alone, to which you grin. "Come to take care of me yourself, have you?"

She seems surprised that it's just you and moves to attack.

Quickly, you dodge her strike then appear behind her, putting your free hand over her mouth and pinning her arms behind her back.

\> You say "Tsk, tsk... You should know better by now. Just tell me where Donnel is and I won't have to-"

Your voice catches in your throat as you feel a nauseating wave grab hold of you, the pain radiating from your groin as you feel Guinevere's heel twisting against your nethers. She'd kicked her heel up into your balls, your grip loosening on her a bit.

\> You clench your teeth, "Now that wasn't very nice... but you'll have to do better than that." taunting her with a wry smile.

Guinevere seems surprised but, she felt your grip loosen, so she knows that it had some effect on you. "So be it," she says calmly before she swings her legs up forward, getting a long arc up before hitting a peak above both your heads, which she flings back down in a pendulum-like arc that buries itself back into the place where it started; your unprotected groin. The impact of her heel squashes your testicles violently to either side of her heel as she planted it firmly and directly in the center of your sac. You shiver and drop her from your grip. You clutch your groin and stumble backward to avoid the next kick that crumbles a nearby wooden barrel. You see a fine black powder spilling out of it, which brings a smirk to your face. You intend to attack Guinevere as she's stuck with her foot in the barrel but you're suddenly assaulted from behind by another stiff kick to the scrotum.

\> You growl lowly as you turn to see another Guinevere is behind you.

You groan as another heel slams into your balls, which is enough to cause you to double over in pain. You let out a groan and slump to the ground. "How... is this possible?" you think to yourself as you groan. Guinevere presses forward as you quickly roll to your side, pushing yourself up to your feet before staggering backwards. Before you are twin Guinevere's both smug and confident looking. You narrow your eyes at them. "Duplication magic?" you mutter, but have no time to think as both of the Guineveres start to stalk around you, trying to trap you between them.

\> You dodge the first kick, slapping away her ankle only to have the one behind you slam the toe of her leather shoe into your weakened balls.

You barely manage to dodge the first twin's kick, but you are caught completely off-guard by the one behind pushing forward with a swift kick as you try to cup at your manhood but feel nothing but her leather. The force of the kick slams your legs together but you're only serving to trap her foot against your aching testicles. You see the faint glow of enhancement magic surrounding her foot, making the kick all the more painful.

\> You say "Fucking hell, what is it with all these women and attacking my testicles?"

You can't exactly think straight with the second kick slamming into your crotch, and you let out a roar of pain and anger as you try to fight through the haze of pain that is now clouding your mind. Before you can make a move to retreat, you're suddenly grabbed from behind and your arms are pinned behind you as one Guinevere locks you up, her foot kicking your ankles apart. In front of you, you see the other Guinevere smirking as she walks toward you with a lick of her lips. "Show me your power. I want you to hold nothing back," she says as she suddenly kicks her leg forward with a vicious snap that collides with her foot meeting your balls. You let out a yell of pain and let your head fall forward as you try not to scream, feeling the burning pain race through your body.

Between your legs, you feel another wave of nausea rushing up through you. Another loud thump echoes in your ears as Guinevere kicks you in the testicles once again, her laugh sounding almost muffled by comparison to the kick. The world around you is becoming more and more of a blur. You grit your teeth and try to focus, but you're losing consciousness as you feel her hot breath on your ear, "Do you feel the pain, Shadow? It's been so long since I've felt such power. Come on let me break them, you're too far gone to resist."

\> You wonder what she's talking about. But, more than that, you wonder how she knows who you are; about what the Shadow is.

Another dull thump sounds off as her foot connects with your aching balls yet again, you feel her relentlessly kicking your balls as she laughs. "You like this, don't you?" she taunts, you grit your teeth and try to ignore her. You can feel your strength rapidly fading, "Give your power to me! Grant me the strength of the shadows!" Guinevere commands as her leather shoe rockets up between your legs yet again.

\> You say "Fuck you! Who are you?"

Another thump, as her foot hits your balls again and pain shoots through your crotch. You try to block out the agony, but she keeps kicking you in the crotch, laughing sadistically as you writhe in agony.

"Give me the power!" she commands, before another kick jars you from the force.

"Go fuck yourself!" you roar as another kick hits your balls.

"Quiet! I'm going to make you scream!" She says, and then steps back as she swings her leg viciously between your legs again.

The agony shoots up through your body, as she sends her foot crashing into your swollen balls again and again. The Guinevere holding onto you seems to be like a statue that you can't pull away from as your balls are abused repeatedly. You surmise that this must be the copy and the real Guinevere is the one taking liberties with your groin.

\> You try to focus as the pain radiates through you.

There's something else going on here that you don't understand, you can feel it. You're not weak, you're stronger than this, this isn't something new to you, you deal with this all the time. So why? Why are you faltering here? Now?

You feel her foot slam into your unprotected groin but the feeling of pain is missing. You reach back to the hands of the other Guinevere locked behind your neck, grabbing her hands as you feel something burst inside you. The feeling is overwhelming as you feel like all your powers are amplified a thousand times over, you pry her hands apart with ease and fling her against the wall and her body explodes on impact.

\> You remember what Helena had told you about how your true power buries itself.

Guinevere stares at you in shock and fear, her lip trembling as you effortlessly shrug off her previous assault and destroy her body double. She shrieks in frustration and runs forward to punt you in the balls with all the force she can muster. You double over in pain, trying not to give her the satisfaction of crying out as you clutch your nuts.

"Hah! So it is still effective!" Guinevere muses as she watches you go down to one knee, which makes her double down on her attack and deliver another ball-shattering kick between your legs.

She screams in horror and agony as her foot draws away from your groin doused in black flames. The shadow fire crawling, creeping up her leg as ash falls to the ground from her ankle as it quickly incinerates her.

\> You say "Huh. It seems my feint worked."

"What? What is this?! Ahhhh!"

"Well, I feigned pain from your last kick to see if you would think it was a weakness. Instead, I laid a trap where if you touched me there again, you would meet a grisly, or should I say crispy? End. Clever, eh? It seems that every woman I meet is somehow compelled to brutalize my balls and, I admit, it works for a while but I keep forgetting that I focus so much on making sure that my balls don't sustain any real, long-lasting damage with my power that I forget I can just fight back. It's something my mentor taught me."

As you finish your light monologue, you realize that Guinevere's screaming had ceased and you look to see a persisting black flame a few feet away from you. You blink and think aloud, "Oh shit, you're already burnt to ash... Uhh, shit. I explained all that for nothing."

Guinevere's shadow flickers as you see what you assume is her soul fading.

You look around, seeing Yvette and Neimi through a small window in a building not too far from you. They seem to be laughing. You make your way toward them.

​

**\~\~MEANWHILE\~\~**

Yvette and Neimi make their way through the eastern half of the gate fort, Yvette slicing through the Ebony Claw grunts like a hot knife through butter. Luckily, the patrols seemed to be much less frequent and less fortified on this side. Though they wouldn't have known that as Colm was busy handling the other side with relative ease. It wasn't until they made their way to the second level, looking back down to the main courtyard area that they noticed they were making excellent progress.

They also noticed Colm seemed to be locked in combat with Guinevere, who landed a solid kick to his balls. Neimi and Yvette winced at the kick but felt a small pang of jealousy. "hey! Those are my balls!" Neimi huffed but Yvette quickly pulled are along, "Come on, he's got this and if she's out there then Donnel has to be unprotected in here!"

Yvette urges Neimi to follow quietly as they slink their way around, but only have to dispatch two more guards before they stumble into a seemingly empty room. Beds line either side of the room, pushed against the walls in neat rows, and completely vacant save for one lone man. The two girls smirk to one another before barring the door behind them.

"Time to make this son of a bitch talk," Neimi says with a wicked grin.

Yvette nods, stepping forward with a purposeful click of her heels which draws his attention away from the window which he'd been peering out of with a few fist pumps, as if he was cheering for a sports team and they were winning. His skin paled as he saw Yvette and Neimi approaching him.

"Wha- Wait! Hey! How did you-?"

Before he could even finish his stumbling thoughts, Yvette stomped her heel into Donnel's splayed open legs with wicked force. The man squealed as her heel twisted and grinded against his nads, barely veiled by the thin white gown he was dressed in. His voice creaked with strain as he tried to plead with his assaulter.

"Yvette, you ask the questions. I get his balls," Neimi said in a voice that was way to even and calm to be heinous, which made Donnel all the more afraid of her, despite being a tiny fae woman.

"No! Please! Get back, I beg you! I'll tell you whatever you want, just leave me beeeeeeee!"

His last words came out like a shrill shriek as an acute pain only he could fathom washed over him. Two tiny fists bludgeoned against his family meat, tenderizing it like it was being prepared for a meal to be enjoyed. "Shut up and only speak when you're spoken to, understood?"

"Yes! I und- AAAGHHGH!" he cried, as Neimi pounded her little fist into his left nugget about six times.

"Apparently not, idiot. Do. Not. Talk. Un. Til. I. Say. Un. Der. Stood?" she asked again, each syllable another excuse to ram her bony knuckles into his unprotected testes. Unlike Colm, Donnel was *just* a man and not particularly special in any way. Neimi supposed she might break his balls before Yvette could ask the first question at this rate. Buuuut, it's not like she minded either.

When Donnel did nothing but chew his bottom lip and nod vehemently, Neimi was almost sad that he had learned the lesson but, that didn't stop her from continuing to slam her fist into his already swollen left nut a couple more times. "Good! I'm glad we got that out of the way."

Yvette smiled down at her tiny fae friend who had taken up residence between Donnel's legs to act as torturer while Yvette asks the hard questions. "Where is the Ebony Claw HQ?"

Donnel blubbered something through his lips as he tried to gain his bearing, but the words just came out as rushed gibberish which earned him a punishment from Neimi. Yvette could see the front of Donnel's white gown lift up before flowing back down as Neimi had flown up slightly before spearing her foot back down into his right babymaker. A horrific squeal came from the older man as he sweated and panted.

"Speak more clearly, Donnel. If I can't understand you, my friend is going to do a lot more than that to you the next time."

The man gulped are and breathed desperately through cracked lips as he felt parched. "Through the northside gate, you can find them holed up. They're preparing to attack the castle tonight. I was supposed to give my men the signal to storm the front gate and create a diversion while the EC came from BELLLLOOWW! FUCKKK!"

"Too much information at once, Donnel. My friend likes it better when I get to ask more questions. You see, she's counting on you screwing this up so she can wail on you some more. She's a little devilish bitch like that, you see."

Donnel's body twists and contorts as he is brutally assaulted more and more. "Oh yeah, and she gets real upset when I call her a bitch."

"Then stop calling her that!"

Another series of blows rain into Donnel's balls as he goes to scream, he suddenly catches his voice in his throat as he stutters and sputters. His face reddens as he desperately tries to scream but sweat just pushes itself into a sheen across his face as he drools and slumps to his side with a twitch.

Neimi pokes her head out to look at Yvette with a cheeky grin. "I think I might've accidentally ruptured half of one of his balls, I think when I kicked that last time because he was talking out of turn, I felt it dent in but it didn't refill to the shape so, I think part of it is broken. Though, the whole thing still could take more of a beating."

Yvette blinks, then tilts her head at her tiny faerie friend and smirks. "Did you poke it to see if it was really broken for sure?"

"Nope! But that's a great idea, hang on!"

As Neimi disappears under the gown once more, Yvette looks to Donnel who suddenly squeals and spasms. His body floundering like a fish as his voice reaches octaves Yvette wasn't sure even her own could reach. Then came the bile, Donnel retching on the floor as he wailed like a banshee one last time before flopping to the bed in a heavy, panting lump.

"Well?" Neimi asks as she pokes her head out from under the gown again, grinning wryly at Yvette. "What do you think?"

Yvette giggles and nods, "Yeah, you definitely broke something, it seems. It must be hell. Knowing that you only broke a little part of it. Being so small, you could probably pinpoint different parts and punch little holes in the armor of that nutshell all around before completely breaking it entirely, huh?" Yvette mused, putting a finger to tap against her lip.

Neimi giggled and pondered this too before nodding. "Mhm! One of my exclusive talents, I suppose. Though, being a strong woman, you get to have a chance to utterly obliterate a ball all in one go, don't you? I mean, I doubt I could do something so complete and absolute with my tiny fae feet or hands."

Neimi and Yvette continue to talk about the finer intricacies of their ability to crush balls while Donnel lives in his own personal hell.

**\~\~COLM\~\~**

It takes you but a few moments, but you've found your way to the infirmary. Behind you is another trail of bodies who stood in your path, though there were less than you had anticipated.

As you walk into the room, you see Donnel laying on a bed in rather bad shape. Yvette laughing. Neimi seems to be out of sight but you can hear her giggling voice. "What's going on here?" you ask, to which Donnel retches on the floor, adding to some that seemed to have already been on the floor. Yvette turns to you with a smile.

"Oh, we're just getting information." Yvette says casually as she turns back to Donnel, who sobs in acute agony.

"That's all I know, I swear to GOOOOOD!" he squeals as you hear something crack.

You look down to see the front of Donnel's medical gown move slightly and you quirk a brow. "Neimi? What are you doing to that poor man down there?"

Neimi pops her head out from under the gown and waves, "Oh hi, Colm! I think I've just punched another hole in the integrity of this idiot's left teste. But, I can't be sure."

​

\> You blink, shivering at the thought of something so horrible that you simply purse your lips together and nod. "I see, well... Have you figured out what we needed to know?"

"Oh yeah," Yvette grins. "He spilled pretty quick. Now, we're just making sure he isn't holding out on us."

You stand there in silence for a moment, not knowing how to respond but make an effort anyway. "Uhh, well, maybe we should get going? I'm pretty sure the Ebony Claw HQ is through the gates. We shouldn't waste anymore time with this guy."

"Hmm, okay, okay. Fine," Neimi says, pouting. "But you promised I could finish his balls! Can we at least stay for that?"

You chuckle lightly before nodding, "Alright fine but, make it quick. We need to finish this before things get worse for Holgard."

Donnel balks at this as you casually agree to let his balls get destroyed. Neimi simply shouts in excited happiness, then turns to Yvette. "You take one, I'll take the other?" she offers.

Yvette smiles, "I'd be honored. We will both crush his balls on the count of three, okay?"

Neimi nods, then turns to you, "Thank you, Colm..." she says, twirling around mid-air as she turns to Donnel's balls. "Ready Yvette?"

"You bet! Let's castrate this asshole!" she says, with almost too much excitement.

"One..." Neimi says, as she pulls her legs up to Donnel's left testicle, measuring the finishing kick to be delivered before destroying it.

"Two..." Yvette responds, placing the sole of her foot firmly against Donnel's right testicle, ready to flatten it in time with Neimi's kick on three.

"Three!" the girls say in unison.

Donnel gasps as you witness Neimi launch herself at Donnel's ball, smashing into it with a sickening crunch followed by an unholy shriek. The pain Donnel feels is immeasurable, his hands grabbing at Yvette's foot as she grinds and presses into his last remaining testicle.

"Damn, sorry Neimi. It didn't pop instantly," Yvette says as she continues to try and flatten the last ball.

"There's still time Don!" Neimi shouts with a giggle, watching Yvette finish the job.

Donnel takes a deep breath, before letting out a roar of pain.

Suddenly a resounding crunch rings out in everyone's ears as Yvette's shoe breaks through and breaks the shell of Donnel's final testicle in a grisly pop.

Donnel's body slumps, motionless, your ears still ringing with the horrifying sound as you watch the light leave Donnel's eyes.