6 comments/ 9574 views/ 10 favorites Long Live The Queen By: Smokey125 SS41: "Long Live The Queen" *** This stars one of the married lesbian couples from "(How To Wage A) Wargasm," the Phelpses (Leyna and Cyndi). Some of it may not be for everyone—i.e., non-chess players. I broke it down for Readers who don't play, but knowing how'll still be an advantage. Feel free to skip the game segment if you don't like or get chess, though there is some action between the combatants leading up to the post-play result. Also, fun fact: this is the most times I've ever utilized English's least common letter, 'q,' in a single story (124). Long Live The Queen "Now, now, we shan't have that," Cyndi chided, the command in her voice compromised by the water in her nose and mouth. Her words came out adorably garbled. She was irresistible. Ignoring her hollow scolding, Leyna placed both palms on her honey's face and laid upon her the most intently romantic kiss of the evening thus far. Cyndi proceeded accordingly, and twenty exploratory fingers roamed and roved in wonderfully aimless patterns about their assigned hot, wet, curvaceous figures. The kiss lasted, stiffening all four nipples which exchanged greetings with one another, and warming as well the remainder of their bodies below the torso level. When it was over, Leyna smiled, reaching down to whap Cyndi on the ass. "You were saying, sweetie?" Leyna was a petite, gentle, non-threatening woman, shorter and smaller-built than her wife, and yet Cyndi could be astonishingly disarmed by her rampant passion. "Uh...I forget." "That's what I thought. Big talk for a bare-butt naked venus chick in my shower." Cyndi picked up Leyna's shampoo bottle. "Well, let's get down to business then, shall we..." She lathered up her hands and began massaging the foam through Leyna's flaxen hair. It felt so lovely Leyna let her emerald eyes flutter shut and emit a soundless groan. When finished, Cyndi positioned her under the spray to rinse and it was Leyna's turn to do her. Cyndi's preferred shampoo and conditioner brand was Herbal Essences, an easy tid for Leyna to remember, as they resulted regularly for Cyndi in a series of glorious hairgasms, very similarly to those of the brand's famous advertising campaign. "Oh, God, Leyna..." Cyndi gushed, trails of her own foamy bubbles straying down the sides of her face. "I love you so much..." Leyna smiled, kissing and nuzzling in response. When Leyna's hair was rinsed out and Cyndi's was now ready to be, they switched places and Cyndi applied her wife's conditioner. They followed the same pattern. Soon, they were both shampooed, conditioned, and ready to migrate their busy fingers south. Again, Cyndi performed the honors on Leyna first, taking up the squirt bottle of body wash, dribbling it over Leyna's top half, and rubbing it in good and thorough. Both were becoming very, very aroused. Cyndi washed and lathered Leyna all over and around the torso and back, deliberately leaving her breasts for precious last in the upper segment, solely to torment her, as she knew it drove Leyna insane. In a good way. The way she liked. Leyna always tried to maneuver her body around, steering Cyndi towards her fragile boobs, wanting so badly to be touched, groped, squeezed...but Cyndi always managed to evade, until only she was ready to touch them. "Ohhh, you're so mean when you do that," Leyna would whine. "I plead to differ," Cyndi would contradict with a self-satisfied smile. "This way, I know that you will always continue wanting me." She left out the following implied, "This is how I keep you in check," figuring Leyna already understood. No need to rub it in. Needless to say, when Cyndi finally slathered Leyna's heaving breasts—which by now were practically burning and aching for her divine touch—in the glistening body wash, it felt as if an eternity had passed. Which was not to say it wasn't worth it. Leyna gleefully giggled and purred at the sensations when at last presented with them. It got no better than this. Again, Leyna stood under the water and held her hands at arms' length to wash Cyndi's torso once it was her turn. Leyna's technique was more intimate than anything else. Leyna stood behind Cyndi, slipping her arms around to her front and gliding her soapy hands from chin to belly and back again. She leaned into her, peppering her shimmering skin with warm, wet kisses as Cyndi pressed her palms against the tile wall to hold herself steady. Leyna's touch too made her shiver with excitement, even in the hot shower. When Cyndi about-faced for Leyna to do her back, they attached their lips, closed their eyes, and Cyndi held and caressed her and Leyna's hands identically slipped and slid along her wife's arching back, dripping bubbles and suds down her ass. Finally, they set about to bathing one another's sensitive lower regions, the segment of shower-play led to by the most eager anticipation. Once more, Cyndi would do Leyna first. This was why Cyndi had decided to install an extra strong, extra sturdy rack into the shower wall just above the tiles. It was not at all for the towels, but for their own balance. She deduced the mistake most shower couples made was accepting a towel rack with insufficient support, leading to results that were...undesirable, to say the least. When she had originally installed theirs, they covered the shower floor with no-slip pads, grasped the rack together and wrenched as hard as they could to test it. It held. It was more than durable enough for two women with a collective body weight of barely 250 lb. Their only task now was to make sure their hands did not slip from the rack. Leyna shook hers semi-dry, fastened her grip and lifted one dripping size eight foot from the sudsy water pooled around their toes. She always kindly requested Cyndi be gentle and delicate with her feet, a request her wife dutifully honored each time. Cyndi's feet were ticklish, but weren't quite as ticklish as Leyna's; Leyna giggled like a baby if the sensations in hers were activated. And as much as Cyndi loved the sound of her bride's bubbly laughter, they could tickle-play anytime and anywhere, and anytime and anywhere were safer than in the shower. Cyndi gingerly soaped up Leyna's peds and ankles, moving up to her smooth, slender legs and calves. They determined—the easy way—it was not a fantastic idea to razor-groom each other's legs, so this was carried out individually in separate bathing sessions. And this way, they could always be gifted with the softness of one another's freshly shaven legs; neither of them particularly found gam stubble a turn-on. Leyna's legs began to quiver as Cyndi worked her way up, both her hands holding the rack extra tight until its rectangular dimensionality began to dig its familiar temporary imprints into her palms. Once Cyndi got to her tush, Leyna groaned and slunk against the rack, now as well holding on to it with her lips. Her wife's perfect, multi-skilled hands could do anything expertly, including administering a bathing that was both effective, and highly sensual. Leyna felt her lightly, yet aggressively, squeeze and slap her ass on both sides, conjuring gooseflesh on her round, shapely bum, continuing to lather and slather her in soothing cleansing bubbles. She reached around her sides, between her legs to soap up her taint, and to the front, saving her pussy for last. "OHHHHHH!..." Leyna praised as Cyndi rubbed her dexterous digits into her bush. A cocoon of happy butterflies swelled inside her. Torrid droplets of passion poured off her soaked body. One hand between the legs, other reaching around the side to grope her, Cyndi imitated Leyna's technique, pressing her physique into Leyna's back and fixing her lips on her shoulder blade. Her fingers dug through the bush to penetrate her waiting pussy. Leyna arched her own back and roared like a lioness. Cyndi reached inside and commenced to giving Leyna one of her unforgettable shower hand jobs. Leyna's shouts intensified. She took one hand off the shower rack and dug her fingernails into the caulk between the wall tiles. Cyndi was about to catapult Leyna through the stratosphere, but unfortunately for her, again, for reasons of safety—even with the help of the sturdy wall rack—an orgasm standing up in the shower taking place in a porcelain bathtub was not the hottest of ideas. This was the dilemma in washing one another's genitalia in the shower: Cyndi was a bit more capricious, but Leyna was consistently devastated sexually by Cyndi's masterful touch, and dizzied by this point into such a frenzy, she was practically unable to wait any longer for her spectacular release and would so need to lie down on her back in the tub, placing Cyndi between her legs to be properly finished off. This dragged the shower out by another ten to fifteen minutes, and was one of the reasons they only sporadically bathed together. The upside was that Leyna could come as hard and explosively as she so pleased, and cleanup was a snap. It was a perfectly regular bathtime occurrence, and meant that Cyndi had to wait to get her own feet, legs, ass and cunt washed, or just do it herself. Either way, things were quite okay with her. Getting to carnally please the woman she loved more than anything in the world was worth it. Cyndi maintained a bit more control over the longing in her libido than Leyna, though not infinitely more; just enough to be able to dry off and vacate the shower before she collected her own post-wash orgasm, either from her wife or herself. But even though she was being driven insane by her hot siren of a spouse, Leyna mentally pushed through the orgasm to hope Cyndi didn't bring herself to climax during or right after this particular shower this evening. She thought this was perhaps selfish of her, but should Cyndi come tonight before Leyna wanted her to, something of a wrench would be tossed into her plans. The shower was over. They turned off the spray. Long Live The Queen Leyna answered back with her home queen's (queen-side) pawn, two squares out, so that Cyndi's knight could now make the first capture with this pawn—if she so desired. 1. . . d5 The game was underway. Leyna was so excited. To this day she got a miniature rush upon beginning a rousing match of chess. She imagined herself at the fore of combat, looking out from her castle over her actual queendom and battlefield, strategically sending her defenders out into war to protect their leaders and their realm. It was the battle for honor that really lit her up inside. She wished this could be real. It was a powerful fantasy in her mind that had remained since her childhood days. Part of her had never stopped living in this magical, mystical fairy-tale land she had created in her mind, full of kings and queens, princes and princesses, real and mythical land and forest creatures, brave knights riding valiantly over rolling meadows, fairies and waterfalls and so forth. It was hither she went whenever she needed a little rest from the real world outside her door. It was her favorite place in the world. If only...oh, if only it were real. Leyna had placed this intrepid pawn out in front to tempt her wife a bit, to see if she'd take the bait. The pawn was protected by one of Leyna's queens, so if Cyndi captured it with her knight, Leyna would capture her knight—a stronger and more valuable piece than the pawn—with her queen. However, Cyndi saw this little trap, and avoided it. She instead brought out her other knight. 2. Nf3 "Aha," Leyna said in a flirty tone. "Very clever. "Y'know, you can tell a lot about a person by his or her gameplay. Like, take me for example. I see something I want, and I go after it till I get it." To prove her point, Leyna smiled sneakily and snuck the same pawn of hers up yet one more square. 2. . . d4 The "it" Leyna was referring to in this case was Cyndi's knight—one of them, anyway. Her second move was effective offensively as well as defensively. By moving her pawn up one space further, she attacked the first knight Cyndi had moved (as pawns moved only forward but captured only directly diagonally). With the knight's riding 'L'-shaped gait, Leyna's adventurous pawn could now be captured by Cyndi's other knight—the one she'd brought out on her second move—but just as before, it was still protected by Leyna's queen. And so capturing it still would not be a very good move. At the same time, Cyndi's first knight was now being threatened by said pawn, so the wise course of action now was to remove it from danger. Cyndi mirrored Leyna's technique, mixing offense and defense together. 3. Nb5 "Impressive!" said Leyna. "Why, Cyndi, how clever of you," she cooed seductively. Cyndi had placed the knight to her left in a new position, where it was no longer in peril of being captured by the pawn, but now had countered and was attacking this pawn—double-teaming it, in fact, threatening with both knights. The pawn was now in jeopardy, as should Leyna allow Cyndi to capture without further reinforcement, whichever knight Cyndi used would now be protected by the other knight. And even should Leyna take back with her queen, Cyndi could now capture her queen with her other knight. And any chess player worth her salt knew how disastrous this would be. However, one obstacle eluded Cyndi's semi-keen eye. "...Unfortunately, honey," continued Leyna, smiling at her, "You missed something." Cyndi's face turned apprehensive. Leyna answered her next unspoken question with her following move. 3. . . (K)Qxb5 Leyna captured Cyndi's knight with one of her queens—the king-queen, which would normally have been the inert stationary king. "What??" exclaimed Cyndi. "But...but..." Leyna smirked at her, somewhat wickedly. "Ah ah ah, I told you, honey. That would normally be a king, and so yes, your knight would normally be out of his reach, but to remind you, according to my rules, that's another queen." "Oh-ho-ho-ho!" Cyndi laughed wryly. "That sucks!" "Sorry, sweetheart," Leyna purred, kicking back and smiling insufferably at her. "Rules are rules. Take something off!" "All right, all right, fine," Cyndi shot back, slipping off her pajama bottoms, holding them in the air to show Leyna, and finally letting them drop to the floor. "That's the way you wanna play?" 4. e3+ "Check!" Cyndi had moved what would under normal circumstances have been her king's pawn out a single square, attacking Leyna's king-queen by discovery with her bishop. "Aha, nice!" complimented Leyna. "Yes, indeed, that puts my king-queen in danger. Now I'm forced to do something about it. Now, I could move my pawn down another space to block it, but that wouldn't be very smart, 'cause you've got that space controlled by both your bishop and a pawn. So I'm just gonna put her back at home where she belongs." 4. . . (K)Qe8 Cyndi took advantage of this backwards step Leyna made, and captured her pawn with her knight. 5. Nxd4 "There you go, hon!" said Leyna, removing her jeweled bracelet and tossing it to join Cyndi's jammie pants on the carpet. "Look at that, you won a pawn!" "You're condescending me," Cyndi scolded in a flirtatious tone. "Be that as it may..." 5. . . e5 Leyna attacked Cyndi's remaining knight with another pawn. "Wow, you really hate those knights, don't you?" asked Cyndi. "I do. Ever since my tournament days as a little girl, I've suffered from hippophobia," Leyna admitted. Cyndi chortled. "What the heck is hippophobia?" "Very simple: fear of knights on a chess board. Most chess sets represent the knights with horse pieces, and in a few languages the word for 'hippo' literally comes out as 'river-horse.'" "Whoa, cool. All right, well, I could move my knight, but I could also do this now," Cyndi declared, bringing her bishop out. 6. Bb5+ "Check!" Cyndi repeated. "Aha, good, good," agreed Leyna. "And it's protected by your knight, so I can't take it with my king-queen. "I can, however, show you what's up this way." 6. . . c6 Cyndi hadn't seen that coming. "Ohhhh..." "Uh-huh," Leyna grinned, enjoying sticking it to her beloved wife. "Get out of that." Leyna was now attacking two of her pieces at once with two pawns, Cyndi's bishop and knight. Cyndi wasn't sure what to do. It seemed she was losing a piece either way. She needed some time to think about it. Yet the clock was still ticking. "Crap!" assessed Cyndi eventually. Oh, Leyna was enjoying this. "Did you forget with whom you're dealing, honey doll?" asked Leyna, propping her elbow on the table, laying her chin on her fist. Her voice flowed with syrupy relish. Cyndi flashed her a half-smile half-scowl, making her next move aggressively. 7. Bxc6 "All right, fine, wisegirl; check again!" Leyna nodded, kicking off one of her shoes. "Good move, good move," she remarked. "You knew you were gonna lose something, so you might as well get something of mine while you're at it, and hold on to your knight, which you now know I hate. "'Course, you also know that just means I'm gonna keep going after him." Cyndi stared skeptically down at Leyna's kicked-over shoe and single bare foot. "You put your shoes back on on purpose, didn't you?" she asked accusatorily. Leyna shrugged. "What can I say, babe? My rules; I made 'em up." "You rat." 7. . . xc6 "Be careful, sweetie," Leyna warned as Cyndi pulled her Rainbow Brite nightgown shirt over her head, displaying her lacey bra and panties. "That's five points. You only have five more to go till you're all nakies." "Yeah, well, I also only have two articles of clothing left on my body," Cyndi answered, a bit sourly. "Also true," conceded Leyna. "All right, your move." Her leftover knight was still in danger. Cyndi considered advancing him, but noticed Leyna would be able to take him with her bishop, so she put him back where he was. 8. Nf3 8. . . e4 Cyndi scoffed and shook her head. "Geez, you really want that thing off the board, don't you??" "Told you; I hate those things." 9. Nd4 9. . . c5 10. Nb3 10. . . c4 Cyndi stared at her. "I'm beginning to not like you." "Your frustrations only mask your undeniable love and worship for me." 11. Nd4 11. . . Bc5 There was now only one place left for Cyndi to put her knight where it was safe. 12. Ne2 12. . . Ba6 Oh, Cyndi could see what was coming here. If she didn't move her knight on this next move, Leyna would scoot her pawn on square c4 down one more, thereby now attacking the knight with her bishop. Cyndi decided to just put the knight back at home base. 13. Ng1 Leyna nodded. "Fine, fine; have it your way." She sent out one of her own knights into battle. 13. . . Nf6 Cyndi decided to see how Leyna would like being on the receiving end of such threats. She moved up one of her pawns to attack Leyna's further-advanced bishop. 14. d4 14. . . x e.p. Cyndi's eyes popped open as Leyna tried to keep from giggling while pulling this unusual and tricky maneuver. "Wh—...what the hell was that?!" "That's an en passent capture, silly," Leyna explained, doing her best to maintain a straight face. "See, when you move your pawn two squares up right next to one of mine like that, I can pass it diagonally like I just did, and capture it." Cyndi looked at her incredulously. "...That's legal?? That's allowed??" "It is a completely legitimate chess move, sweetie. I'll go get the laptop and look it up to show you if you want." Cyndi sighed. "FINE..." She reached to her back, unhooked her bra, yanked it off and threw it across the table in Leyna's face. Leyna laughed. "Whoooooo!" Leyna celebrated, whipping the bra over her head in a circle. "Take it off! Take it all off!" Cyndi kicked over the black pawn in front of her with her own, and off came Leyna's other shoe. 15. xd3 15. . . xd3 Another caustic scoff escaped Cyndi's mouth. "Well, so much for waiting till ten for me to get naked!" she complained, taking off her panties and flinging them too at her wife. Leyna caught the panties, taking a moment to give them a whiff, then placing them beside her on the table, just as a reminder to Cyndi how truly naked she was and would be, at least until after the game was over. 16. Qf3 16. . . Ne4 Uh-oh, thought Cyndi. Thinking she was seeing what Leyna was up to here, she made her next move. 17. Bd2 17. . . Bb4 Hmmm, Cyndi thought. "Okay, so, now...I can castle right now, right?" she asked. "That's correct. You haven't moved those pieces yet, and you're not in check." 18. 0-0-0 (castle queen-side) "That was a much better move than you might've thought it was, too, honey. Otherwise, I'd have had you in just a few more moves." 18. . . Bxd2 "'Course, you still lost your bishop." Cyndi could now capture Leyna's bishop with her rook, but she didn't want to lose her rook. So she retreated to safety. 19. (K)Qb1 19. . . Bb4 Cyndi studied the board. My God, she thought. She was starting to notice just how utterly vicious her wife could be on the chessboard. She wasn't sure what the best move would be right now. She tried to weigh the options. Then she thought she saw something very sneaky and crafty. 20. Ne2 Leyna raised her eyebrows. "Very interesting..." she mused. 20. . . Nd2+ "Check." "OH..." Cyndi had not seen that coming. Leyna had fork-checked both of her queens with her knight. What to do now? Cyndi could move her king-queen to either a1 or c1 to escape the knight, but then Leyna got her queen! Oh, that was bad news. She could take Leyna's knight with her rook, but then Leyna got her rook. Well, losing a rook was better than losing a queen, anyone could see that, and at least she got something back this way. She hadn't much of a choice. She took her knight, and Leyna pulled her dress off. 21. Rxd2 21. . . Nc6 To Cyndi's amazement, Leyna did not capture her rook. Instead, she placed her knight a couple of steps out. Cyndi had no idea what was going on, until she took another look at things. Oh my gosh, I didn't even see that! she thought. Now that Leyna's other knight was out of the way, Cyndi saw that her queen would have had a straight shot at Leyna's rook on a8. But not anymore, now that she'd blocked it with her knight, which was protected by her king-queen. And Leyna was still attacking two of her pieces at once. Well, if she could only save one, it would have to be the rook. 22. Rd1 Again, Leyna surprised Cyndi. She left her knight alone, instead moving her pawn directly forward. 22. . . d2 Whoa. She wasn't sure what exactly was up with this move, until she remembered the sneaky, crafty move she'd made before. Oh, that's right! Her rook was still in position. If Leyna had captured her knight with the pawn, Cyndi could have had her queen with her rook. Wow, she'd certainly underestimated her wife, that was for sure. Well, if she now had the opportunity to save her knight, she had better take advantage of it. 23. Ng3 23. . . Ne5 Oh, dear. Leyna was now attacking Cyndi's queen with her knight. She could now capture Leyna's rook with her queen if she so desired, but she'd then be sacrificing her queen to Leyna's own. Bad, bad idea. Move somewhere else. Aha! 24. Qe4 She pinned Leyna's knight with her queen and attacked her bishop at the same time. Cyndi had thought this was a really good move. That was...until Leyna made her next. 24. . . Bd3+ Leyna grinned maliciously at her, provocatively flipping her downward-arching eyebrows on the following word. "Check." Cyndi's eyes widened as she noticed the sudden dire peril she was in. Leyna had forked both of her queens—again. And this time her rook couldn't penetrate the pawn in its way to get at the bishop. She looked back up at her. Leyna was leering ear to ear. "Gotcha." Well, she was in the same position as before. If she was losing her dispensable queen, she might as well take something of Leyna's in return, even if the trade wasn't fair by a long shot. 25. Qxd3 25. . . Qxd3+ "Oh my God, you're kicking my ass here!" Cyndi whined. She only had one move to escape this. 26. (K)Qa1 26. . . Ng4 Oh, crap. Cyndi saw the new trap Leyna hoped she would fall into. She was now going after her rooks. She would try to fork them with her knight on the next move. Unless Cyndi somehow averted this plan. There was only one way she could see to do so. "Careful, Cyndi," cautioned her wife. "I've got nineteen of your points. One more, and there will be consequences." 27. Rf1 Cyndi moved her rook which hadn't been moved to this point to protect the pawn she had her eye on. This put the rook in the path of Leyna's queen, but that was okay; both rooks continued to protect one another. However... 27. . . Nxh2 Leyna used her knight and captured one of Cyndi's pawns anyway, the one on the very end that was now unprotected. "Oh, damn it!" Cyndi lamented. Leyna nodded. "That's twenty, my dear." The tone of her voice was so ominous it sent a chill up Cyndi's spine. "Wh—...uh...what-what happens now?" "Well, you just sit tight, and I'll show you," Leyna announced, standing up and pausing the clock. She sauntered down the hall in her underwear and vanished from Cyndi's sight line. Cyndi heard a few sounds she didn't recognize at first before Leyna reappeared, holding something behind her back. Cyndi wasn't sure if she should be frightened or not. "Um...what's, eh...what's going on?" "Cyndi, do you remember when we were at the sex show, again, when I got naked before everyone else, and we kept losing the high card game, so after I was already naked, Mrs. Sandy started tying me up prematurely?" Cyndi took a moment, and nodded discreetly. "...Yeah..." Leyna's smile once more broadened and darkened as she produced two sets of handcuffs, dangling from both hands. "Oh, good God," Cyndi chuckle-scoffed sardonically. "Mm-hmmmmm...okay, hon, give me your feet." Leyna reached under her wife's chair and shackled her ankles together around the bar connecting its back legs. As an additional playful touch, now that she had their mobilization taken away, just to tease her, Leyna tickled her—just as their friend Mrs. Sandra'd done to Leyna after having tied her up—on the bottoms of the feet. They were so cute cuffed together, they were just asking for it. Cyndi giggled out loud. "HE-e-ey!" she shouted. "HON-ey!" "Sorry," came the voice behind her. "Couldn't resist." The next thing Cyndi felt was Leyna pulling her arms behind her back. "What...what the...my hands too??" "But of course, silly!" The other pair of cuffs restrained Cyndi's wrists to the back of her seat. She darted her eyes back and forth. "Well...this may be a silly question, then, but...how am I supposed to move without hands? I mean, the game's not over yet, right?" "Oh, you'll figure it out." Leyna resumed her seat and continued the clock. "It's your move, Cyndi." Cyndi sighed uneasily and looked at the board. She scooted her chair a little closer in along the carpet, just to reach the pieces. She leaned just far enough down and finally managed to push her rook back into its original assigned space, with her nose. 28. Rh1 Once Cyndi leaned forward far enough, maneuvering her body to avoid bopping the chesspersons over with her boobs, she clicked her clock button down with her chin. 28. . . Qc2 This move intimidated Cyndi. Leyna had placed her queen the length of just two spaces from Cyndi's king-queen, and had left her knight open to be captured. The trick was, though, if Cyndi captured Leyna's knight with her rook, this would now leave her other rook unprotected for Leyna's queen to close in and seal her wife's doom: not only taking her rook, but also actually ending the game. Again, Cyndi wasn't sure what to do. But she thought if she moved her left-most pawn, she could attack Leyna's bishop and also provide her king-queen a little room to get out. She bent down and nipped the pawn with her lips, scooting it up. 29. a3 29. . . Bd6 Leyna's bishop had retreated. Okay, so what to do now... What to do now...what to do now...what to d— Cyndi's train of thought was derailed by a peculiar sensation she was feeling beneath the table... ...In a very particular area... "What th—OHHHhhhhh..." Cyndi abruptly moaned involuntarily. Though she couldn't see it without x-ray vision, Leyna had stretched out her leg under the table between them, and begun fondling her wife's pussy, with her toes. Suddenly, Cyndi Phelps' hormones began going crazy on her. Now she understood why Leyna had hand- and footcuffed her up. She had been forced to surrender all her clothing, and now also her ability to move, only heightening her susceptibility and vulnerability even more. And now her wife was unscrupulously screwing with her yet further by forcing a teasingly cruel foot job on her. Soft, freshly-washed skin on skin. It felt devastatingly good. Her pussy automatically secreted at the touch of her bride's petite naked foot. Forced pleasure shot through her and made her tingle to the bone. Leyna watched with satisfaction and an inflated ego as her wife's nipples visibly extended and stiffened across the table from her. Cyndi had begun breathing much more heavily. In fact, had Cyndi been an inch or two shorter, her heaving breasts would have knocked over the board's remaining chess pieces. Long Live The Queen "Um...Leyna..." Cyndi strained. "That's the name, don't wear 'er out." "Uh, Leyna, th—...this..." She tried to catch a breath. Her wife wasn't being very sportswomanlike. "...This...this isn't really fair..." "Nobody ever said that life was fair, Cynthia." Cyndi tried to blink her eyes open. Through her blurry vision she vaguely saw Leyna again leering at her with evil eyes. "The clock...is ticking...Cyndi," Leyna taunted through her grinning teeth, cruelly pouring it on nice and thick. She pressed the ball of her foot tight and snug into Cyndi's crotch, thrusting yet more overwhelming passion on her. Cyndi moaned louder, her head lolling backwards in swelling, hot vertigo. She was gradually, forcibly relinquishing all her faculties. And Leyna was loving it. "What's the matter, Cyndi?..." she heard the voice cut through the air, tormenting her frazzled brain. "...Having a bit of trouble concentrating?... "...'S pretty intense, isn't it?..." Leyna, for her own part, could not believe what a good time she was having on her own. She had never felt more victorious, or more mercilessly callous. She didn't think she would love it this much. She had already literally beaten the pants off her wife in this game, and was now psychologically torturing her. It was sublime to be the domme and make her poor unsuspecting wifey the sub! Between the two of them, Leyna was clearly the smaller, shorter, less overbearing and less intimidating, and right now she had reduced Cyndi to her randy stoat of a wife-slave, at her feet, eating out of the palm of Leyna's hand. Wrapped around her finger. She owned her. "Better hurry, Cyndi... "...You're not gonna make it, baby doll..." Leyna scrunched her toes, trying to inch them up into Cyndi's now practically soaking wet pussy. She didn't even worry about messing the chair. Even if they made that big a stain, between the two of them they could seamlessly take care of it. Cyndi couldn't have cared less about the chair or making a mess in it if she'd even been able to try. She had less than one minute of time left on her chess clock until she would be disqualified. And frankly, she couldn't care less about the chess game anymore either. Tick...tick...tick... At last, Cyndi's ten minutes were up. Leyna stopped the clock. "Aw, why, isn't that too bad..." she cooed. "You're out of time, Mrs. Phelps. "And you know what that means, dollyface." Cyndi hung her sweating face over the table surface as if she were spending the day cooking over a hot stove. Her eyes rolled back in her head, delirious with torrid sexual zeal, wife's foot perpetually lodged in her drenched, helpless cunt. "I win... "...And you lose." "OHHHHMYYYYYGGG—..." Cyndi groaned. "Y'know, Cyndi, I could do this all day, but I think I've got something else in mind right now instead...something even better." Leyna plucked her vagina-stained foot out of her wife's pussy, prompting Cyndi to let out a suddenly deprived whining sound. "Don't fret, dear," said Leyna, standing from her chair. She undid Cyndi's cuffs just enough to release her from the chair's back and leg supports, then refastened them, keeping Cyndi bound to her will. The next she did was to draw Cyndi to her feet. "All righty, up. C'mon, then...that's a good girl." Leyna led Cyndi into the adjacent living room, where she took her to their seven-foot designer leather sofa. Leyna sat in the middle of it and patted her lap. "Okay, wifey-poo. Over my knees, on your belly. And do make it snappy." Cyndi smiled, getting very turned on once again. Careful to keep her balance about her, she lowered herself onto the sofa, leaned her body downwards across her wife's lap, and rotated onto her tummy, rump up, midsection just over Leyna's legs. Leyna placed a pillow flat on the cushion Cyndi now faced and pointed to it sternly. "Face in the pillow, and keep it there." Cyndi did as ordered. "Wufs goih awf?" Cyndi wanted to know, mouth full of cushion. "Arn fwee orburih diffuhf?" "Oh, I'm dreadfully sorry, my sweet," Leyna explicated. "You were under the impression that the consequences for losing the chess game were restricted only to paying for dinner this evening. I failed to inform you of the supplementary circumstances." "Huhf?" She felt Leyna link her arm around Cyndi's cuffed wrists and adhere to her hip, keeping her body in place. "Why, yes. You see, as you've lost, logically, you must now pay the price for it. And this is your real punishment." Before Cyndi had the chance to muffledly state or inquire anything more, Leyna proceeded to give her one initial spank on the ass. Cyndi exclaimed, but more in shock and alarm than physical pain. Holding her down with one arm, Leyna delivered more disciplinary whacks on Cyndi's tender, goosebumpy tush. Smack! "Naughty girl!" Smack! "Your queen is very disappointed in you!" Smack! "Let your kingdom down, will you?!" She was toying with her, as she was basically Cyndi's "queen," but there was no actual "kingdom" in question. Leyna was merely bringing something of a roleplaying aspect into the scenario to spice things up. Smack! Cyndi squealed in response to each spank, gradually growing in force. Leyna's handprints began to crop up in welts on Cyndi's reddened tushie cheeks. "You bury your head in that pillow in shame, young lady, and don't you look up until I say so! Long live the queen!" Cyndi did as she was told, trying not to let it show that she was smiling into the pillow, highly enjoying this. The spanking was a good trifle painful, true, but the feelings of burning rampant desire it injected through her effortlessly overrode the agony. It wasn't a chastisement. It was a thrill ride. And both wives knew it full well. Leyna knew she wasn't really punishing her. They were engaging in one of the hottest sexual romps in the recorded history of their marriage. Cyndi's inability to move her hands or feet only enhanced the experience. She was having the time of her life. It must have been reminiscent, she thought, of how Leyna felt at Mrs. Sandra's house tied up in her basement while Cyndi dominated her, vibing her, dirty-talking her, sucking her tits, forcing her through two mindsplitting orgasms... Smack! "Now say it. LONG LIVE the QUEEN!" shouted Leyna. Cyndi was still reeling from the intensifying whacks on her rear end to pay full attention to her commands. Smack! "Say it!" Cyndi squealed again. "Loff liff fuhf fweeh," Cyndi replied. Smack! "LOUDER!" "Loff liff fuhf fweeh!" Smack! "LOUDER, slave!" "LOFF LIFF FUHF FWEEH!!" Smack! "And call me Your Highness! Show some respect, slave!" "LOFF LIFF FUHF FWEEH, ORF FIGHFIF!!" The spanks ceased. Things seemed to abruptly settle down. "...That's better," purred Leyna, in a deep, dark, doomful voice. "NOW then..." Cyndi felt her wife lean down behind her, and pet her hair. "...Have you ever been raped...by a captress queen, slave?... "...Has she ever raped, and brutally tortured you, as they did in medieval times?" Cyndi's entire body instantly sizzled. It was all she could do not to spray come all over Leyna's thighs on the spot. She forced herself to retain control and hold back, and shook her head. "Nohf, Orf Fighfif." Leyna emanated a malevolent laugh, which sprinkled and crackled over Cyndi like electrified sexual power. "Well, then, I suggest you get ready, slave..." Again, Leyna leaned down over her head, lowering her voice to a husky murmur. "'Cause I'm about to rock your everloving world." Foreplay already basically taken care of, Leyna indeed proceeded to invade her wife's yearning pussy with her dominant (pun intended) hand, putting her other to use fondling, tweaking, groping, grabbing, prodding, grazing, squeezing... Cyndi flew into a frenzy. She trembled in Leyna's lap, laughing, crying, screaming wildly into the pillow. The sensations were overwhelming, multifarious, and monstrous. It felt good, it felt extra good, it pinched, it tingled, it ached, it tickled, it was heaven, it was hell. Cyndi eventually no longer knew how to feel as her senses were nabbed and pulled every which way like a multidirectional tug-of-war. Saliva trickled from her mouth and leaked onto the pillow as she giggled and yelled. It was hard for her to process that no more than ten single fingers were wreaking havoc on her. With the way her mind was playing tricks on her, it soon felt like ten hands having their infernal ways with her poor preyfallen bottom body. She clenched her hands into such tight fists her knuckles turned white. She did the same much as possible with her toes, bunching them over the balls of her peds, whapping the tops of her feet together onto the cushion to Leyna's right. On top, Leyna chuckled triumphantly over her. "So precious..." she gushed. "Such a sweet little girl-toy... "Tell me something, my dear... "...Would you like to come?" Cyndi nodded vehemently into her pillow. "Yeff! YEFF!" she insisted. "Then beg. BEG your queen-mistress for permission to come!" "Ohf pfweehf, fweeh-flifwihf, PFWEEHF maehf Ihf CUHF??" "Beg me more, slave! Make me believe how much you're dying to come!!" "PFWEEHF FWEEH-FLIFWIHF!! PFWEEHF FUH GUFF FAEKHF, PFWEEHF LEH MFEE CUHF!!" SMACK! "YYEEEEOWF!!" "YOU REALLY WANT IT THAT BAD, SLAVE?!" Leyna hollered down at her, practically screaming her lungs out. "YOU REALLY WANT TO COME FOR YOUR QUEEN-MISTRESS THAT BAD?! DO YOU??!" "YEFF!!" "THEN SAY IT! 'LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!!'" "LOFF LIFF FUHF FWEEH, ORF FIGHFIF! LOFF LIFF FUHF FWEEH!!" Leyna's voice lowered. "Now come, like you've never, come, before." Leyna began penetrating inside her wife's throbbing cunt so mercilessly, so violently, so devastatingly, Cyndi was utterly stripped of any and all ability to hold it back another single second. She didn't care if she was breaking Leyna's rule to her about her face remaining in the pillow, she was left with no choice. Her head shot up. "OOOOOHHHHHHHHH!! OHHHHGOD!! OHHHHGOD!!" Cyndi helplessly, uncontrollably exploded, over and over, again and again. Her unstoppable outbursts were ejected upwards and outwards like molten magma from a volcano. Her eyelids slammed shut and all she saw were fireworks and moondust. Her inner dam irreparably gave way, disastrously eroding away everything in its nearby path. Leyna broke out in maniacally cruel laughter as her fingers transformed into deathly lasers relentlessly firing off surges of unwithstandable madness that rocked Cyndi to the core. She saw flashes of celestial light in that moment. She collided with falling stars. She blew through infinite subspace, leaving her mind and body as she knew them behind. Rhyme and reason were abandoned in her home dimension. She was gone. The exponential ecstasy surprised even Leyna, who had failed to realize her full potential. She had compelled Cyndi through what was to date the ultimate climax, the orgasm to rival and end all previous orgasms. The severing of her straws of sanity were akin to being destructively electrocuted, the intensely hot zapping exhilaration crashing through her. The magical, sorceress-like powers of a queen-mistress were not to be underestimated. Those who did so would be sentenced to a severe display of the error of their ways. The dust would inevitably settle and clear, but things would be never longer the same for Cyndi and Leyna Phelps. This was a new turning point in their marriage. The sex life Leyna and Cyndi lived together had been kicked up a milestone notch. It was the inception of a new chapter in their shared world. The chess game sat, still innocently unfinished on the dining room table as Leyna grinned down at her now sleeping beauty off the cuff of possibly the most diabolically eruptive orgasm she'd ever have. "Enjoy your slumber, my pretty," she mouthed with a chuckle as Cyndi dizzily drifted off to Dreamland. "For soon, the evil queen of your soul...shall be back...to capture you, once again. "...Always, again."