Bolbar, King of Broken Stones versus the Huntress of the Forest

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

Bolbar felt deep satisfaction, as he watched his elite army march up to the small river separating the fields of his mighty kingdom from the dense forest. ‘Stone Breaker Forest’, as it was commonly called, had been a constant pain in his ass since he could remember. Countless stories and myths surrounded the small, wild area between the two rivers, that was told to accommodate a man-hunting witch and swallow all males that dared to step onto the female sanctuary.

While the king had little interest in the economic value of the landscape or taxes from its potential inhabitants, the cult that had formed around that annoying piece of land had without doubt become a threat to public order. The exclusively female visitors of the forest, Bolbar’s subjugates, conspired against his rule and got more and more bold in undermining his state and recruiting more women to their cause!

Just a fortnight ago, a group of nearly nude cultists had entered his private chambers by seducing his guards. But not only that, for some reason, the women kicked the men opposing them in their pride spots! A rush of embarrassment reddened Bolbar’s head as he remembered that fucking cunt that had stormed into his bed chamber, flashed her tits to distract him and kicked him right into the sensitive pair of meaty balls in between his legs.

A woman was never supposed to touch a man’s stones, only his trunk if he demanded her to. Bolbar would have beheaded the young woman on the spot, had he not been overwhelmed by a level of crippling pain that he had never even dared to imagine. A broadsword in between his fourth and fifth rip had not been able to stop his rampage in the Battle of of Red Cliff, but that petite, nude girl had cut him down with a single, swift kick that night, and escaped her just punishment.

Silent rage and shame made Bolbar’s broad, masculine jaw grind his teeth like a millstone. Today, it was about to end! Let the fucking witch try to get to the balls of his 400 heavily armored knights, he thought. He probably could’ve massed 4000, or 40,000 including all the militia and peasants. But what for? The seduced guards had claimed that the women used magic on them, but Bolbar had been deaf to their excuses and thrown them in jail, anyway. They only faced a bunch of weak women, after all.

“Knights of Testoda!”, he roared, instantly answered by deafening cheers and the clatter of steel. “Take, what is *yooooouuuurs*!” The deep growl that his dominant voice ended the command in, left no doubt about the knight’s reward for this quest. It meant, that they could take what – or whom – they desired to. It was not very honorable, but sometimes necessary.

Leaving his battle horse with his stable boy, Bolbar led the charge and was the first to step into the crystal clear water of the shallow river. He was panting and sweating from the short sprint in his massive metal plate armor, and the fresh water around his legs felt wonderful.

When his groin dove into the water, the texture of the liquid suddenly appeared to change. As if a small, delicate hand had found its way under the riveted steel plates, he felt his sensitive balls being squeezed and rolled around in their sack by the river itself.

With an angry roar, Bolba held his two-handed sword in his left while trying to ease the sudden sting radiating from his massive manhood up into his stomach with his right, gloved hand. The armor that was supposed to protect him, made it impossible for him to protect his nuts. Becoming aware of the on-setting screams of agony behind him, Bobar knew that there was only one way to escape this little magic trick. With clenched teeth, he waded to the other side as fast as his weakened body allowed, and emerged from the foul water.

Before he was able to process, what had just happened, Bolbar looked up and spotted a mindbogglingly beautiful woman with dark-red hair that couldn’t have lived past her 25th winter. Most amazingly, she stood calmly and fully nude in the shallow vegetation covering the space between the river and the trees, watching him from a few dozen steps distance.

Bolbar’s chin fell onto his chest in deep admiration, as his eyes wandered down the most perfect womanly curves that he had ever laid eyes upon. She was fully visible down to just below her knees, in broad daylight, with no hint of shame. In his crotch, where his meaty stones had just been subject to some kind of evil trick, his member was now painfully unable to grow to his desired size in the confined space.

It took Bolbar all his willpower not to break out of his armor and fuck her on the spot. Before the leader got overwhelmed by his primal instincts, he quickly shook his head and charged the girl with a fearsome roar, his giant two-edged sword lifted far above his head. If she was stupid enough not to run away, he would knock her out with the flat side of the blade, he thought. The great warrior king was shocked to watch the naked redhead fearlessly accelerating in his direction.

When he tried to adjust the timing of his steps and strike to the new point of interception, Bolbar felt that something was awfully wrong. In a matter of seconds, his body and the one of his female opponent rapidly slowed down. His mind raced, signaling the body what was the best course of action, but some rift in time seemed to swallow all the signals, while his body defied him, caught in slow-motion.

A moment later, naked fear took hold of Bolbar, when he realized that his surroundings sped up in the same way as his body was slowed down. Faint, rapid shadows raced, intercepted, merged, sunk to the floor, detached and danced all around him, too fast for his mind to process. All the time, his eyes were locked on the bright green eyes of the beautiful nude, very slowly, yet in a hard sprint landing with her left foot right in front of him.

The massive rift in time gave Bolbar’s mind an eternity to soak up that amazing figure in front of him. Her dense, shimmering, long hair wildly whirled behind her due to her speed, and her firm, beautifully shaped breasts just bounced to their lowest position, before playfully jumping up again. With her legs spread in the long stride, her inviting, smooth crotch covered in a soft fuzz as red as her head hair, was nicely at display. Her face was calm, vivid and with a hint of excitement.

Being trapped in a timeline with nothing but her, was insanely intimate. Quickly, he forgot about his wife, his concubines and all the other people in his life, while he only thought about, and loved, the strange, nude redhead.

Behind the girl, the sun set and way too soon raced up again behind Bolbar, rapidly bathing the wonderful creature in all shades of red and orange. Long before her legs were closed in the current step and Bolbar began swinging his sword at her head, the sun set again and again, rapidly accelerating. Before Bolbar’s simple mind was able to compute the implications of days or weeks of him being caught in a single moment, the cycle of days and nights turned to merely a flicker in his eyes, while seasons passed and altered the opposing couple’s surroundings in a swift cycle.

The king panicked, when he lost count of the winters racing past his trapped body. Despite all the confusion and panic, he was unable to take his eyes off the nude woman, and his body was caught in the exact same rush of desperate arousal from when he had first looked at her. One of her hands was heading towards his face, the other reached somewhere below, while she bent her standing, left leg a bit and pulled up her right knee for a leap that would make her run right into Bolbar. In this pose, she looked just like a dancer in the process of opening herself up for an elegant leap. Her wild beauty was, and remained, absolutely breathtaking.

Very slowly, her face moved towards his, a malicious smile parting her lips before she slightly opened them for a deep kiss. When her face was just in front of his, the magical aura of her amazing physique pulled on Bolbar like the current of the deep river. His mind was caught in hot fantasies surrounding their unequal, yet wonderfully matching bodies stuck in their own timeline. The eternity that passed before her sensual, warm lip was at his, nearly drove him to insanity.

As the daily flicker became too rapid for Bolbar to distinguish, and the seasonal changes were so fast that they blurred to a greyish-green color in the corner of his eyes, plants crawled up the king’s legs and tightened around what they must have perceived as a statue, instantly breaking his forward momentum. Bolbar’s plate armor and sword, adding up to half of a man’s body weight in polished steel rusted, corroded and turned to dust that was carried away by countless storms caressing their frozen bodies a moment before their lips met. With some relief midst the eternity of confusion, he felt his hard cock finally breaking out from the decaying matter as he was left fully nude, stripped by time itself.

The moment, his cock broke out of its rusty prison, the nude redhead’s hand was right there to grab it. A deep moan that stretched over hours in Bolbar’s mind, and centuries in the world around them, escaped his mouth when his groin raged in arousal. The intensity of the girl’s touch was simply from out of this world. The fruity, minty smell of her breath bathed the king in comfort. Finally, their lips met and the tip of the beauty’s tongue slipped into Bolbar’s mouth to find his.

In this moment, the large man suddenly became aware of the upward motion of the girl’s bare knee. She had initiated the thrust a couple of lifetimes ago, but clad in his unyielding armor, Bolbar just hadn’t considered it an assault. Now, nude and horny, he suddenly anticipated the momentum with which the graceful leg was launched right into his sensitive testicles.

His mind raced between desire, desperation and the attempt to evade or block the thrust, but there was no escape from the destiny that was upon his manhood. By the time, their lips had approached by a finger width, her knee had traveled halfway up in between the legs. It must have been insanely fast. Her small, gentle hand held Bolbar’s massive, rock hard cock up and out of the way, leaving his exposed balls to absorb every bit of momentum from the blow.

Bolbar’s eyes went wide, when the soft skin of the redhead’s knee made contact with the bottom of his balls and carried them up until his pelvis got into the way. While the motions were so incredibly slow, the pain that followed a short moment of additional arousal from the sensual touch, hit him like a crossbow bolt. The cruel girl’s knee flattened his organs like a flatbread while an eternity of agony and humiliation drowned Bolbar’s brain.

His eyes turned to the back of his head and the malicious, shiny, green eyes of his tormentor disappeared from his world. The eternity of previous arousal and sexual stimulation was instantly followed by a rush of male defeat and affliction that lost none of its intensity by being dragged out a lifetime.

Caught in an endless bust, the king’s mind raced to process and understand anything of what had happened, but with the brutal ache, all it circled around was that nude girl and the harrowing power that she had exerted on him. Not a single person in his life had effected, occupied and shaped Bolbar in the way that nude sorceress had, by simply running up to him, kissing his lips, grabbing his cock and thrusting her knee into the center of his male pride and strength. The past king had become nothing but a broken man, stripped of everything. Then, from one moment to the other, the curse was over.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHRRRRRRGGGGHHHHH”, a bazillion years of panted up pain and frustration escaped Bolbar’s mouth and shook the earth as he tried to sink onto the floor. The plants that had crawled up his legs had grown to thick branches, two of which had enclosed his bare testicles as if they wanted to squeeze out their valuable contents. The nude girl was gone.

“Aaaaaaahhhhhrrrr, CUNT!”, the naked, lonely man cursed again while desperately trying to escape the cruel vegetation. Finally, he got his balls out and stumbled forward, falling head-first onto the ground. For his body, the knee thrust was only a breath or two ago, and the shocking pain that had so far been exclusively located in his stones now grasped his whole giant body and pinned him down, panting and moaning.

When the ache had finally ebbed off a bit, and Bolbar raised his head to make sense of his situation, his mouth opened in terror. His mighty army had not – as expected – left, lived, died and decayed to dust in the time he was busted. Every last of his soldiers was scattered around him on the river bank, young, nude and clutching their balls in various, painful looking positions. Every single one of them had a massive boner, just as Bolbar. Under their eyelids, their eyes raced in insane speed, indicating that the millenniums of pain were probably perceived as just that, not much accelerated like for Bolbar. The imagination of collective agony that was being suffered at this location, made Bolbar sick.

The terror finally exceeded his own pain and made him jump up to flee this godforsaken place. When he whirled around, he stood on top of a deep, narrow canyon that had been dug out by the river over time. There was surely no escape. Behind the canyon, Bolbar looked at the remains of his once mighty kingdom. His fields had been reclaimed by nature, and the fantastic castle on the mountain at the horizon had fallen apart and been gutted for building material by folks with a banner that the king had never seen. There was nothing left for him. All was gone.

While he fell to his knees and once again cupped his relentlessly aching nuts with both hands, a variety of emotions uncoiled in his mind. Hot tears raced down his cheeks and fed the plants in front of him. The last emotion that he was set upon, was hate and revenge. Armed or not, Bolbar was going to find that bitch that had taken everything from him, to snap her neck, maybe after raping her. He didn’t care if in the meantime, the sky fell down or the earth broke apart. It was the only and last thing that he had to accomplish now, no matter if it was going to take him an eternity.

With blind rage, he ran into the dense forest, his half-erect cock bouncing up and down with every powerful leap, giving his balls some painful slaps. Only a few steps into the forest, he spotted another naked, young woman with blonde hair. The girl giggled and disappeared behind a tree. Bolbar followed her, ready to punch the life out of everything in this cursed forest with his massive fists.

When he reached the tree and took a wide step around it, a bare foot snapped up between his legs from behind and gave his balls a rough, audible smack. Roaring, the giant reached behind to grab the second attacker, only to receive another well-aimed side-kick around the tree from the first girl. With a cute, girlish giggle, the two girls ran away and hid, while Bolbar fell onto one knee and caressed his aching manhood. Still giggling excitedly, the blonde girl mocked her victim by placing both hands on her pussy, bending over and mimicking the strong man trembling from a ball-ache she would never understand.

All these girls exclusively targeting his testicles further drove the king to blind rage. It was just so mean and unnecessary! Women were so weak and squeamish all the time, totally useless for anything but getting pounded. But with his balls exposed and targeted, all the natural order in the world had decayed for him forever.

“Is that all you’ve got?!”, Bolbar yelled into the forest, while he pushed himself up, steadying himself with one hand on his knee and one on the trunk of the tree to his right. Another, slightly older, but equally pretty woman emerged from the bushes in front of him with a slingshot. An instant later, Bolbar was back on the soft forest ground, desperately rolling from side to side in a fruitless attempt to ease the raging pain in his crotch.

The girlish giggles around him grew stronger, closer and more numerous. With both hands cupping his weakness, Bolbar continued roaming around the forest. Again and again, the dozens of nude, young women teasing and toying with him somehow landed a hit, nevertheless. Despite all his hate and rage, Bolbar’s cock was rock hard and regularly oozing pre-cum onto the ground or his muscular legs. The miraculously arousing, yet taunting female bodies of his bullies constantly at display drove him mad. For the first time in his life, Bolbar began grasping the power and superiority of the females with their round tits, wonderful curves and smooth, irrepressible crotches.

After fully loosing track of time in the unfair hunt for his testicles, Bolbar suddenly stumbled upon a wide clearing. About two dozen oddly realistic statues of naked men in various poses stood irregularly on pillar-like trunks of trees in various heights. The number of naked girls around him quickly increased when he strode across the space, tightly protecting his sensitive pair with both hands. Many of them had climbed on the trunks and sensually nestled against the statues of well-built men.

A few steps to his right, leaning against a trunk with her arms crossed under her boobs, stood the redhead that had kicked him at first at the river. Seeing her, elicited an insane range of emotions. There was not a single human on the world that Bolbar had spent more time with, that Bolbar had gotten to know and love as much as her. The warm, excited tickle when he saw her beautiful face, nearly matched the deep desire for revenge. Her smile was knowing, but incredibly taunting and challenging.

Bolbar instantly leaped in her direction and attempted to grab her neck with both hands. The redhead took a step that was way to fast for a human being and introduced her other knee to the king’s groin. Going through the same process as before, but without it being dragged over an eternity, gave Bolbar a whole new perspective. His heels lost contact with the ground for a moment, while the hard, pointy nipples of the girl poked into his chest. Then, the defeating pain was all over him again. On the way to the floor, he got a wonderful glimpse at the girl’s pussy as he almost bumped his face into her crotch. Finally, he deeply understood the mysterious power of the females, while another wave of unimaginable pain exploded in his organs of misplaced, male pride.

“Goddess…”, Bolbar moaned and kissed the bare feet of the red-haired sorceress. The girl only giggled in response.

“Are you talking to me?”, a sexy, yet incredibly dangerous voice was audible behind him. Before the kneeling and feet-kissing king was able to whirl around, the redhead quickly placed a foot on his neck and pushed his head down. When his forehead was pressed onto the soft moss, he laid eyes upon the actual sorceress through his opened legs and past his massively swollen balls.

While the beauty of the insignificant redhead was not fit for a simple human, the sorceress outmatched the gods themselves. Her long, braided hair was so black that it appeared to drain the light from her surroundings. Except from that and her gracefully swung eyebrows, not a single hair was growing from her body. Her exotic facial structures displayed the beauty and cruelty of nature itself fearsome and yet impossible to avert one’s eyes from. Every inch of her body radiated pure female, sexual energy into the environment. Not only she was beautiful, everything around her became beautiful, as reality seemed to be expanded by colors and shapes that had to come from a supernatural place.

Bolbar began roaring in pain and raging desire, while his cock painfully filled with so much blood that it felt like it was about to burst. Not single thought was possible that was not the imagination of a wild orgy with all that wild, overwhelming, sensual beauty around him. The relentless pain in his balls instantly became the most welcomed sensation, just due to its deeply sexual nature.

“Bolbar, Twenty-seventh King of Ruins and Broken Stones, what brings you to this place?”, the goddess of desire and seduction asked casually, as if she was welcoming an envoy. Being reminded of his decayed castle, empire and glory, Bolbar expected a painful, humiliating sting, but all of that felt insignificant with regards to the stunning beauty that he had been blessed to witness.

“Fearsome, powerful Huntress of the Forest, Queen of all Men and Desire, Inheritor of the very Essence of Beauty! Please accept my insignificant gift, my inferior male body and mind, to do with as you see fit. But please, let me experience this magic for only a little moment more.” Bolbar had no idea, where this came from. It simply made sense to him.

“Would you like me to touch you?”, the witch seductively purred, while slowly striding towards the king. When her face disappeared behind his balls from Bolbar’s point of view, he soaked in every detail of her nude, graceful body below.

“Pleeease!”, he begged. His body began trembling and shaking violently in the anticipation of the witch’s skin on his. Every second that passed weighted down on his mind like another thousand years of suffering. When she was right behind him, and all he could see from her was her feet and lower legs, she lifted the right one and playfully made his massive balls sway with her big toe. An orgasmic rush made Bolbar scream.

When she pulled back her foot, he fell into a void of disappointment, given the end of the wonderful touch. A moment later, it came back with unreal speed, brutally catching both of his nuts and crushing them against his lower belly. The sensations nearly blew up Bolbar’s skull. The small, female foot punishing his balls was scathing and absolutely marvelous at the same time. His vision turned black while he savored every moment of his delightful torture.

When the foot in his neck disappeared, the giant warrior involuntarily sunk onto his side and rolled into fetal position, sobbing and moaning violently. His whole life, he had been blinded by the illusion of his power and glory, with no idea how worthless and insignificant he was. All he wanted to do now, was dedicate his life to fulfill every desire of the females, if it was within his naturally limited power. And if he was lucky, the women would allow him to cum, which would surely and by far be the most rewarding moment of his life right now.

Suddenly, Bolbar realized that the forest was dead quiet, except from his loud moans of pain and bliss. He forced his eyes open and luckily found all the countless nudes gathered around him and the witch, carefully observing the scene, while some of them sensually touched themselves, each other, or the male statues that actually all had massive boners.

The defeated king pushed himself up onto his knees and laid eyes on the sorceress. Out of nowhere, a massive throne made from vines, branches and thick, fleshy leaves had emerged and she sat there with one leg placed over the other. Around her, six nude women, the most beautiful ones – although possibly just because of their close perimeter to the witch – were busy sensually stroking her thighs, waist, hip and hair. Perfectly synchronous, two of them cupped the downside of the witch queen’s large boobs, pushed them up and kneaded them, before throwing an inviting glance at Bolbar. One of them was the redhead from the beginning of his quest. He so badly wanted to join and touch them, but was he allowed?

Carefully, he pushed himself up and slowly approached the erotic scene, his rock hard cock faintly swaying from side to side and desperately demanding intervention. The witch fixated him with her dark, wise eyes and silently urged him to approach with nothing more but her stare. When Bolbar was just in front of her, her leg that was placed on top of the other shot up and delivered another brutal snap kick right into his exposed testicles.

Incapacitated by the sudden orgasmic and valiantly defeating rush, Bolbar barely realized falling forward while the huntress opened her legs. His mouth naturally found her pussy and he instantly began satisfying her with his tongue. Absent-minded, he felt hands grabbing each of his wrists, pulling his hands outwards until they found soft skin, and soon after, the beautiful female areas that were fully occupying his mind.

On his knees with his legs spread, it didn’t take long until other girls started taking turns kicking his balls from behind. At this point, Bolbar found it simply amazing. The pain in his balls perfectly matched the overwhelming sensations of sensual femininity all around him and every additional kick brought him closer to a climax that might open a rift in reality itself. Time became irrelevant. He may have spent a hundred thousand years pleasuring the huntress, while two of her servants pleasured themselves with his hands and countless naked women kicked his balls over and over. Or just a few minutes. It simply didn’t matter.

The huntress tensed, came and screamed in overwhelming joy. Her orgasm just went on and on, while her fluids acted like a potion making Bolbar more and more horny. All his life, all the struggle and the decision to enter this cursed forest, all of it would pay out, once he was finally allowed to cum.

Then, from one moment to the other, everything detached from him as he was lifted up into the air. Confused and desperate for more of these miraculous touches, Bolbar realized that a pillar-like tree had rapidly grown under and around his knees, trapping him in his current position. His raging boner and swollen, brutally bruised balls hung openly in the air, as his arms reached out to steady himself during the sudden elevation. The huntress stood under the tree and looked up at him with a deeply satisfied, yet wicked grin.

“And now, Bolbar, Twenty-seventh King of Ruins and Broken Stones, join your twenty-six predecessors.”, she declared before turning around and striding away. Bolbar opened his mouth for an angry scream of desperation, when he felt his body slowing down once again. No squeak escaped his jaw, when his mind got trapped in a body that had been busted and teased into a state that turned every single second into a lifetime of torture.