The Princess and his Busted Balls

Princess arrives to rescue her loyal minion Hands Soslow, her sleek outfit hugging every curve as she steps into view. He sighs in relief, but her playful smile turns wicked when she reveals the empire’s condition: she must deliver exactly one thousand kicks to his balls before they’ll release him. “I don’t want to hurt you,” she teases, “but I have no choice, the Empire demands it.” She begins counting aloud, her powerful legs swinging with precision - 1, 2, 3 - each impact making him gasp while she stays calm and composed. The count climbs as she switches to punches, then decides to restart because he moved too much. Barefoot now, she squeezes and flicks his swelling balls with her toes, giggling that she’s having too much fun to stop.

Just as the teasing and torment intensifies, she introduces a rubber mallet to use on his balls, just for fun, then switches to a cold metal texture tool with its pyramid-patterned face. She presses the spiked oval end firmly against his balls which she is squeezing in her hand and strikes his balls some more “1, 2, 3, look at that nice red color,” she purrs, clearly enjoying herself. Suddenly her phone rings. The empire corrects her: all kicks must come from behind so he can’t see them coming. Princess laughs softly. “Oh no… we have to start over from the beginning.” She positions herself behind him once more, ready to deliver the full thousand with fresh energy.  The prisoner cries out.