Hi all, this is my first submission, hope at least one of you likes it. Please go easy on me, I'm a little nervous about posting here, but constructive criticisms are welcome. Thanks, and hope y'all enjoy! Just realized this thing didn't get my tabs. anyone know how to correct that? it looks like crap right now lol


Chapter 1
She looked with some contempt at the man who had accosted her. He was rather frail looking, and the way he handled his sword screamed incompetence to any trained knight. But he stood tall and proud in front of her, making a speech about money or something, though she didn’t pay much attention. She took in his attire as she waited. He was dressed rather strangely, with what looked like an expensive shirt and pants, but with muddy and uncared-for boots, and a thick leather tunic covering his chest. She kept a trained eye on his chest and groin. No real protection at either area: she could easily kill him without breaking a sweat. She herself was dressed in form-fitting pants, of a stretchy material, made with range of motion in mind, and a white men’s style dress shirt, re-tailored to fit her more petite form. She had on soft leather moccasins, to allow her to feel the terrain while still protecting her feet. Her outfit was meant specifically to allow her to use her whole body in battle, and looking at his, she knew that he was more than just unprepared for life outside of the city, he was also inexperienced for it.


When he was ready, she saw his body tighten as he charged at her.She pushed her short, lustrous black hair up, smoothing it over her scalp, though it sprang back forward, shading her eyes as soon as her hand left it. She then smiled grimly; this man...this boy would get a lesson in manners and martial ability before the day was over.

She watched lazily as he charged all the way up to her and swung his sword down on her with all his might. At the last second she twirled out of his path, ending up right behind him as his sword crashed down harmlessly to the ground. He looked surprised as she laid her own sword casually across his neck. She wanted him to see just how outclassed he was before she emasculated him. Then she pulled her sword back and laid a thunderous kick right into his jewels. He gave a pitiful squawk and his legs folded up under him. He hit the ground moaning. She had a lopsided grin on her face as she bent over, patting him on the shoulder and saying, "You really should pick your opponents better. And stop broadcasting your moves! I could have killed you in six different ways before you even got close enough to hit me!"

She could see that that comment had offended him in the tightening of his shoulders and the scowl that replaced the pain on his face. She grinned, knowing he would fight more. She watched him as he slowly got up, grasping his sword again and turning to face her. He ran at her again with a straight thrust toward her. She casually knocked the sword off of its path with a swing of her hand, careful to avoid the edge of the blade. She made sure not to use her own weapon, both because she wanted him to feel just how hopeless he was, and because if something happened to turn the tables on her, he would not know the skill she possessed with her weapon. As soon as his blade was past her, she stepped up close to him and jerked her knee into his balls, though much lighter than perhaps she should have. He groaned in obvious pain and began to sink to the ground as she plucked his sword effortlessly from his fingers. Before he could fall, though, she placed both arms around his hips, marveling at the way his body felt, light and almost girlish. She certainly outweighed him, even as slight as she was. She kept him from collapsing as she drove her knee again into his balls, eliciting another squawk from him, and then a third time as his eyes watered. She continued to make the hits lighter. For some reason, her usual bloodlust was gone and she did not wish to give the boy any permanent damage.

When he hit the ground, she waited patiently for him to recover. She told him, "You're holding your sword wrong, you need to have an over-under grip on it, or you'll lose it every time!" She tossed the sword in the air and snatched it gingerly at the blade, then she raised it quickly, hitting him in the groin again with the hilt. Her grip was such that the sword could make almost no impact at all, but he bent over, clutching at his genitals anyway. Then he grabbed the sword and ripped it viciously out of her hand, drawing a large cut across her palm. She looked at her hand for a moment, then back to him with a grin on her face. She found herself admiring both his persistence and his resilience. A small part of her brain also admired his features, soft and pretty. He was so different from the men she knew. He wasn’t tall, though taller than she; he was unmarked by battles, soft and pink as a baby. Part of her felt the usual contempt for such a pathetic specimen of humanity as this, while another part actually liked what she saw.

He reset his grip on his sword, using the over-under technique she had told him, and then launched a furious upward swing at her, trying with all his might to catch her off guard. She almost laughed out loud as she saw that he had to spread his legs wide to keep his balance.

She again sidestepped him, keeping ahead of the blade this time, and as she passed she slapped her hand into his groin, grasping his testicles in her hand and giving them a vicious little squeeze and then letting go as she walked past him. She could hear a muffled sob in his breath as he tried to fight past the pain. She said, as she continued walking, "Stop trying to overpower me, you keep leaving your balls open! Every time you do that, I'm going to hurt them!"

She again waited politely as he slowly readied himself. When he was ready she watched him as he prodded her defenses with his sword, trying for a hit on her but drawing back because he refused to open his legs. Now, she needed him to teach him another lesson.

She sighed. Men! she thought, they're all the same, either they protect their balls too much or not at all. Well she was going to break him of that habit soon enough. She again wondered to herself why she even cared. It was not like her at all.

She feinted a kick to his balls and as she saw him curl in on himself and try to place his sword protectively across his groin, she threw a straight punch right into his face, perfectly placed between his eyes and just low enough to also hit the nose. His head rocked back, he was temporarily blinded by her hit. She smiled and gave another vicious little punch right to his balls as he was distracted from above. This time, the sob that came from him was louder and she saw his face screwed up in pain and he fell to his knees, nearly weeping. Her heart leapt in her chest and she wanted to comfort him. Damn it! she thought, he was trying to rob you! He may have even wanted to ra-pe you, stop feeling sorry for him!

She watched though, stunned actually, as he again got up and reset himself for his attack. She thought she should stop this now. "Look, don't you know when you're beaten? I can beat you at any time, stop now before I really hurt you!" She said this in a pleading voice, really trying to get it through to him that if he continued, she might actually really injure him. But the look on his face, that rage that continued to flow through him, refused her advice. Damn, she thought, I guess I'm going to have to finish this quickly and try not to destroy him too badly in the process.

This time she didn't wait for his attack but pressed her own attack on him. She moved forward and thrust her sword at his face, causing him to recoil and bring his sword across in a block. Then she went in for another groin attack but he swept his sword down, causing her to pull back in surprise. He learns pretty fast for having his balls being bashed in all the time! she thought. She again feinted for the face but this time when he went to block, she grasped his sword arm with her free hand and twisted, causing him to fall to the side to keep his balance. She sliced down with her sword, catching his belt and cutting it clean off. Then she casually reversed her grip on her sword and brutally mashed his balls with the pommel of her sword. He cried out in pain, a more piteous sound she had never heard. She then pushed him forward and, as he fell down, she jerked his pants down first. There, hanging between his legs, were his penis and testicles, and a sorry sight they were! His penis was limp and tiny, so much so that she could only barely see it over the swelling of his bruised testicles. She winced at the sight of them and was ready to try and help him when she saw him struggling still.

The sight of him still struggling, against such overwhelming odds and pain, both frustrated her and made her wet with excitement. Never before had she seen a man so determined. Too bad he was such a poor fighter. She knew she had to put him down for good now, so she stepped back, eyed her targets and let loose a kick that was only just barely short of cast-ration. His cry of pain was silent as he rose up in the air, but when he crashed back down to the ground, his will broke and he began crying in earnest. This was not simply a pain weeping, this was a total broken-will, I'm-hurt-and-want-my-mommy sobbing. He was not a man any more, only a broken little boy wanting his mommy to stop the horrible pain. She finally allowed herself to lie down next to him and curled up against him, shielding him from the elements as she stroked his head, his side, and the arms so desperately clutching the fruits of his manhood. She shushed him, made soft cooing sounds of comfort in his ears and tried her best to take away the agony she herself had bestowed upon him.