Walking up to the gates of the city, she was aware of the gaze of the two guards and was not surprised when one of them barred her way.
“That sword and knife suggest to me that you are a warrior-whore.” The other soldier said as he approached.
“Warrior-rapist.” She corrected the man and flashed him a dangerous smile.
“You are a cunt-licker!” The first man, unable to comprehend the danger she represented to his sex, sneered. “If you only hunt your own kind then why are you here? All our women serve our cocks as they should.”
The girl looked at the pair of burly males. As usual with city guards they were older than most fighting men, perhaps in their mid-thirties even. But they were muscular and fit. Like the soldiers of her own land, these wore bronze helmets on their heads and breastplates on their torsos. The bulges of their brightly coloured loincloths did not show any sign of containing more than a modest measure of manhood.
“Go on your way!” The second man snarled. “We are not village bumpkins to be fooled by the likes of you.”
“Uuurgggh…!”
“Unnnnnnnnh…!”
Bored with another display of manly arrogance, Hanfa had reached inside the pair of loincloths and captured four testicles in her strong fingers. The guards let their spears drop to the ground and their hands became trembling fists, but it was not with the intention of fighting their tormentor.
Just a symptom of their utter helplessness.
The second man fell to his knees and then the other joined him. The warrior also dropped, so that she could continue to hurt the poor fools.
“Fuck!”
Oripole, another of the guards, had finished having his penis sucked by the plump brunette in the guardroom and he had arrived to replace Fennol, whose cock would now receive the woman’s special favours.
But when he saw Fennol kneeling next to Garm and apparently praying with a gorgeous girl, he hurried closer to investigate.
His surprise increased when he saw what was really going on.
“Let go of their… parts.” The man called out to Hanfa and he raised his spear, in a shaky gesture of vague menace. “Help! Help!”
City folk hurried from the other side of the gates to see what the fuss was about, and within a minute a hooting crowd had gathered.
More guards appeared and a young officer also. He drew his sword and poked the tip against the back of the girl’s neck.
Hanfa released the aching testes and held up her hands in surrender. She got to her feet and the officer was pleased to see the muscular beauty he had detained.
Trying to keep his head held high while painfully aware that the front of his loincloth was almost cone-shaped from his extreme excitement, the young man escorted the teenage girl to the prison.
King Mebe nodded sagely as the officer described the girl’s offence to him.
Sitting next to her husband on a throne no less magnificent than that of the king, Queen Beritt suppressed a smile at the discomfort of the handsome youth as he tried to describe the girl’s powerful hold on his men, without being indelicate.
On her right, Prince Zoll leaned forward to catch every word.
“… and, as I rushed to the place, I found the two guards being manhandled by the girl.” Wirto, the perspiring officer, reported to his king. “She had hold of them by their… er...” He gave the queen an embarrassed glance. “… erm...”
“Balls!” Prince Zoll interjected and he beamed at the unhappy man.
“Really, Zoll!” The boy’s mother scolded, in a tone of barely concealed amusement. “Let the young man finish.”
“Err… His Highness has adequately indicated the area of the assault.” Wirto bowed stiffly to the grinning youth.
“Father, send for her!” Zoll demanded, excitedly. “The poor girl must be allowed to defend herself from these monstrous accusations!”
The prince glared at the officer who stood wiping his forehead with the back of his hand and blinking in utter confusion at the sudden attack upon his character.
“I.. well… I think...”
The king had no wish to get more deeply involved in this sordid matter.
“Fetch her here at once.” The queen interrupted, with a sweet - and she hoped, winningly seductive – smile at the delightful young man.
Wirto bowed low and set out upon his royal mission.
Ten minutes later the officer returned with his prisoner. Guided firmly by the young man’s hand on her arm, she was led down the long stretch of marble floor that stretched from the doorway to the throne.
Hanfa’s wrists were bound securely behind her back. Even so, Wirto was careful to keep to the side of her.
His precious manhood was well out of her reach.
At the foot of the steps that led to the throne, the officer bowed low and attempted to get his prisoner to do likewise.
“Get off me or I will rip your cock off and strangle you with it!” Hanfa declared, angrily.
Upon the beautiful man-hunter’s arrival, Prince Zoll had got out of his seat and he was standing half way down the steps, gawping at her.
The girl pretended not to notice the remarkably attractive blond boy and stared instead at his father.
King Mebe had long since given up the pleasures of the bedchamber (some of the sharper courtiers claimed, in secret whispers, that the queen had castrated him) and he glanced at the nuisance without any sign of interest.
“You are the…”
“Ballbuster!” Zoll said gleefully and he licked his lips in an unmistakable gesture of naked lust.
“…accused.” Said Mebe, ignoring his son, as usual. “You are guilty of assaulting two city guards in a most unladylike manner. What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I wonder, could your gracious Majesty tell me how I would go about assaulting the pair of wankers in a ladylike manner?” Hanfa asked in a delicate voice. “It will help me next time some bastard suggests that I am a cun… er… woman-lover.”
“Is this true?” The queen gave the officer a severe look.
“I er… I don’t know, Your Majesty.”
“Perhaps I should interrogate her.” The blond boy jumped down to the floor and strode over to the girl.
The bulging outline of his exuberant erection inside his tight loincloth was obvious to all, but he seemed to have no shame.
The youth walked slowly around her and Hanfa could feel his greedy eyes burning into the parts of her flesh that were exposed to his lustful gaze.
The prince travelled full circle and stood in front of the warrior, making no attempt to shove his slavering cock-helmet back into his loincloth.
“If you untie my wrists I will help your little friend to escape.” The girl offered, generously.
Zoll was pleased that she had noticed his penis. He turned so that his parents might see it.
“I wonder if a trial by combat might fit this case?”
“Cover yourself!” His father snorted.
“Never mind that.” Mebe’s wife overruled him. “I think that is an admirable idea.”
“So do I!” Hanfa smiled at the other female.
Her smile of amusement turned to one of ironic curiosity as the prince plucked off his red cloak, slipped out of his embroidered jacket and then stepped out of his loincloth. The proud mother smiled adoringly at the sight of her son’s ten inch penis.
Wirto removed Hanfa's bonds and stood uncertainly to one side.
“I will leave all this to you, my dear.” The king said wearily, as he got to his feet and ambled off.
If the queen heard what her husband said or saw him leave, it did not seem to bother her in the slightest.
All eyes were on the girl as she flung her cloak on the floor and heaved her tight shirt up her body and over her head.
Prince Zoll’s big cock wagged approvingly at the large, firm breasts that were revealed. Wirto was also impressed by the delicious exhibition of femininity. His hands slid inwards to cover his own expanding sex.
Her thumbs hooked in the waistband of her thong and the males – including the four Royal Guardsmen who stood with their backs to the walls – stared with extreme concentration upon the small fabric V that was all that separated them from Hanfa’s sex.
Five painfully confined erections, and one wagging free, waited for their natural prey to break cover.
Hanfa teased the aching cocks a little longer, twanging the waistband with her thumbs, but, finally, they got what they wanted as she slid the tiny garment down her muscular thighs, past her knees and stepped out of it.
Zoll was staring and drooling, and Hanfa looked to see what the young man’s mother made of it. The queen was gazing with unadorned affection at her darling boy and, once again, the girl wondered at their relationship.
Then, she turned and looked her opponent up and down.
Prince Zoll’s eyes wandered from the girl’s tits to her cunt and back again. Good! Hanfa liked her enemies to be properly distracted by her sex. This boy would make easy sport!
She estimated Zoll to be eighteen or nineteen years old. In addition to his pretty face and short blond hair, he was equipped with a formidable physique that would take some punishment before he would submit: bulging biceps, broad shoulders and pert pectoral muscles, abdominal muscles that looked as if they could break a battering ram and thick thighs that would help him remain upright while enduring her powerful blows.
Unless... she could undermine them by breaking his fat balls.
The large cock naturally demanded a careful examination and it was a few seconds before she dropped her eyes to inspect its globular friends. She smiled at the smug testes. They were in proportion to their hefty, throbbing, companion.
Seeing that the pair of fighters were ready, Queen Beritt stood up and pronounced the commencement of the fight.
The boy was slow to start and he received a cruel kick to his testes by way of punishment. The queen had sat down but she was on her feet again in outrage at the mean girl’s sadistic blow.
However, the law forbade any interference in the judicial contest once it had begun, so she reluctantly sat down again.
Zoll stumbled backwards, his hands cupping his aching stones. Hanfa followed.
She aimed her fist at his nose, but he surprised the experienced fighter by ducking under it and delivering a head-butt to her face that sent both of them reeling.
The girl shook her head and ignored the blood streaming down her face as she tried to place her opponent, through blurry eyes.
Zoll was almost as badly hurt as she was, but he had recovered enough to attack again. Now, as his fist right shot out, it was Hanfa who surprised the royal youth by bending and grabbing his swinging ballsack with her right hand while the fingers of her left closed around his neck and she heaved him up in the air and threw him against a pillar.
Once more the queen leaped from her seat.
“Stop her!” She commanded, as her nude son slammed into the stone support and slumped to the floor in a daze.
Wirto looked at Hanfa and then at the queen. He knew the law better than most and he was not about to tangle with this ballbuster – and risk the ire of the king - just to save the idiotic prince.
The Royal Guardsmen were less concerned with justice than with complying with their mistress’s wishes and they strode forward, spears at the ready.
Glancing at Zoll to make sure he really was incapacitated, the girl waited for the first soldier to move against her.
“Urgggh…!”
The man dropped the spear and fell his knees clutching his manly bulge. It was a simple task to ram her fist into his face and send him sprawling into unconsciousness.
She did not wait for the second soldier but ran at him and smirked as his hands dropped to protect his sex from the expected kick. Instead, she aimed high and her foot crashed into his windpipe causing him to collapse on the floor, gurgling incoherently.
Soldier number three suddenly halted and gulped in fear as the warrior advanced upon him, allowing soldier four to come up in support. Side by side the pair waited and the girl did not disappoint them. Diving between the right ankle of number three and the left ankle of number four, she raised both fists and felt four testicles crunch against her knuckles.
“Gurrr…!”
“Uggggg…!”
Bending over her manly oppressors, Hanfa slapped the helmets from their heads, took a good handful of each man's hair in her strong fingers and slammed their heads together.
Queen Beritt stared at the male detritus that littered the floor of the throne room. Wirto drew his sword and with one hand cupping his sex, he charged at the warrior.
The queen had no martial training and even less interest in warfare, but even she could see that the young man’s brave action was a forlorn hope.
The sword sliced through the air and found only more of the same, as in one graceful movement, Hanfa swerved aside and placed her forearm on the man’s breastplate so that she could drive her elbow up into his chin. After which, as the man staggered back, her hand slid down the bronze armour and invaded his loincloth.
Grasping his balls in her vice-like grip, the female used her momentum to ram his back into a pillar and she squeezed his stones, mercilessly.
The sword clattered on the marble floor and, with tears in his eyes and foaming at the mouth, Wirto only remained upright by the strength of the girl’s hold on his sweaty sperm-makers.
“Please...” He whimpered. “… I surrender...”
Hanfa released the tortured testes and allowed the grateful young man to slide to the floor.
Beritt had considered calling for help, but the sight of her son, naked and humiliated by this upstart teenage man-crusher, gave her pause. Such a scandalous disgrace would ruin Zoll.
She slumped down on her throne and stared wearily at the other female.
“You have won.” The queen attempted to sound reasonable. “What do you want of me?”
“I assume I am cleared of the charge of assault on the city guards?”
The queen nodded, curtly.
“And these arseholes?” The girl spread her arms wide and twisted her body to right and left to encompass the pathetic examples of the masculine sex who lay nursing their injuries.
Again, the regal nod.