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Lord Daygar - Kingslayer

By: LordDaygar



Daygar will overthrow the ten kingdoms, Kings will die, Queens and Princesses will kneel before him!

'Is everything in place for the attack?'

'Yes my Lord.' The Master Armourer said loudly but staying bowed as he stood before Lord Daygar, seated at the head of the huge oak dining table. A dozen men, all in robes of various distinctions sat either side of him.

'Have the men been told of our intended target?' Lord Daygar groaned slightly as he spoke.

Again, without looking up. 'Yes my Lord. The Kingdom of Arania will fall to you within a week.'

'Good,' he winced slightly as he spoke and the Armourer shivered involuntarily as the huge man waved him away. Daygar shifted in his huge wooden seat, his six foot six bulk and huge shoulders testimony to his massive strength. He reached down beneath the oak table and stroked the small head of the pretty blonde girl kneeling beneath it bobbing steadily on the end of his ten-inch erection. The other knights pretended not to notice from polite respect as the girl continued sucking his Lordship's giant cock as he discussed war and drank wine. 

Princess Leyia knew to keep Daygar's huge Cock in her mouth until he said otherwise. To disobey him would certainly earn her a fierce spanking across his massive lap, and she had felt his bear-paw of a hand against her delicate derriere enough to tighten her mouth around the stiff shaft and continue to suck him hard.

Only a month ago Her Highness was a revered member of the Slaverian royal family, her father King Hinea the ruler of Slaveria until Daygar, the King's own leader of the military had attacked from within and overthrown the castle. Her father's head adorned a spike to the gates of the City, her mother Queen Aria had been passed around Daygar's high ranking soldiers for their pleasure. Princess Layia had been a virgin then, preciously guarded for a suitable match with a friendly kingdom until the Giant Lord as he was known because of his sheer size had taken her for his own pleasure.

He had been her servant and to touch her would have meant instant execution but the King had been too trusting and had placed enormous power into his hands which he used to take the Kingdom for his own. The Knights who had rallied with him sat around the huge table, their high-born Ladies allowed to keep their positions and servants and wealth whilst those who resisted were put to death; their Ladies consigned to the brothels to pleasure the merchants and brokers who traded with the new regime.

Each of the dozen Knights had been given access to the Royal bedchamber to lay with the Queen until his carnal desires had been fulfilled and Princess Leyia knew her mother had been forced to pleasure every one of them. Lord Daygar himself had been the first to strip his Queen, yanking her from her throne and taking her down, ravishing her until his massive cock erupted inside her. The following day he had deflowered the virgin Princess who now belonged to him and safe under his protection. She knew that every man there would crave having her in his clutches; to take her as they had with her mother, she also knew that Daygar would pass her onto them whenever he had tired of her.

Her waist length golden locks flowed down the back of her silk and satin dress like a river and Daygar's huge hand stroked the back of her head as she continued sucking his cock urgently. The first time she had allowed him fall from her mouth the Giant Lord had hoisted her from her knees and bent her unceremoniously across his lap in full view of the ever present Knights. Her dress and under skirts had been canted away to reveal her peachy white cheeks to all, and those who had so recently served her without question witnessed him spank her to tears. 

'Enough girl,' he barked. She let him slip from her lips but stayed on her knees. Daygar waved to the Princess's handmaidens. 'Take her and prepare her for my bed. I'll savour her golden treasure before I go to war.' The Princess crawled from beneath the table and stood up; a little less than five foot against the giant's six and a half. The maidens ushered her away to be bathed, anointed with lotions and the finest fragrances and dressed in her most delicate silk and lace for her performance beneath the massive warrior.

'What of the King of Arania?' Daygar asked as he replaced his wilting cock within his breeches.

One of the Knights volunteered. 'He has no idea of the attack, my Lord. He is weak and hopelessly under prepared for our soldiers.'

Another pulled heavily on his wine goblet, smiling broadly and added. 'Princess Natalia and Princess Saria will be kneeling beneath your table within days my Lord.'

Daygar beamed at the thought, they were the prettiest little peaches in the southern Kingdoms; he toasted himself with a flagon of wine. 'Thank you my Knights. When that happens I will grant one of you ownership of the Princess Leyia for your personal use as a small token of my appreciation.' He laughed heartily and drank more wine. A dozen cocks hardened at the prospect!

He sat on the edge of the huge bed with the Princess standing between his parted thighs; even then she was merely shoulder height to him as he caressed her tiny figure. She trembled as he smoothed his hands across her breasts, the delicate cotton and lace bodice no match for his thick stubby fingers as he ripped it into two shreds hanging from her white shoulders. Her breasts popped forward into his hands and her nipples hardened not so much from excitement but from fear as he sucked each one in turn, his evening shadow rasping against her soft skin. 

Hands that had easily choked the life from burly soldiers now caressed her throat before sweeping the remains of her bodice from her shoulders along with the skirts covering her lower body. His hands followed his eyes down her slender body towards the wispy golden triangle above her entrance, fingers easing her legs apart to gain access. Princess Leyia winced as one, then two and three stubby fingers sank into her young maiden clit, parting the lips and probing deep inside her. He fingered her gently, preparing her for his stiff cock almost as thick as her arm. He inhaled her fragrance deeply his other hand on her bare bottom pushing her closer.

His huge hands around her tiny waist he lifted her from the floor and brought her to him, her legs astride his, easing her gently onto the end of his eager shaft.

Princess Leyia tried to suppress the squeal as his monster manhood split her clit apart and entered her as far as she could take him, little more than two thirds of his length. His hands now on her seat he controlled her movements along his cock his hot breath enveloping her.

Daygar turned her onto her back on the bed and hovered over her, thrusting his swollen penis back and forth, her tiny figure squirming beneath him, her golden locks strewn across the soft pillows. He couldn't tell if her moans were of pleasure or pain and didn't care, she was his, the ultimate spoils of a triumphant warlord. His mind wandered to two pampered little Princesses in the rich Kingdom of Arania, no doubt asleep in their beds; twins of no more than nineteen. Little did they know they would be performing just like this little Princess on the end of his cock within days!

Chapter 2: The Kingdom of Arania falls to Daygar and two Princesses become the spoils of war!

Lord Daygar - Kingslayer Ch. 02



The thunderous galloping of heavy horses laden with armoured riders could be heard all around the Kingdom City of Arania as Daygar's men relentlessly attacked the fortress walls. The howls of savagely wounded men and the low groans of the dying mingled with the triumphant cries of the advancing army. Long swords glistened in the sun, dripping red as they scythed through the poorly armed, undisciplined rabble, their Commanders now in disarray.

King Serif sat astride a huge white charger surrounded by his guard, now an ornate oasis amid the filth and carnage. They were resplendent in their robes, Earls and Nobles with little idea of war and fat from years of peace and plentiful food and wine and wealth beyond measure, but they were outnumbered and fell easily. 

The King had become separated from his dwindling army and Daygar watched as one of his lowest men unseated him. Another bedraggled artisan grappled with Serif's finely engraved helmet and pulled it away to reveal the long greying hair and chiselled features of the King. Identification now beyond dispute the bedraggled wretch swept his rusty, razor sharp butchers knife across Serif's exposed throat and the other with a similar battered knife severed his head from the shiny suit of elegant armour.

Daygar thought it fitting that the highest born on the field should have been brought down by the lowest as the two hungry wretches dressed in rags held aloft the head that had supported the Crown. It was taken away for display on a prominent spike, a sure sign to all that the Kingdom was lost and the Giant Lord the new ruler. Daygar would reward the two penniless followers with gold beyond their measure and a high-born Lady to empty his balls into!

The noise seeping into the fortified throne room was deafening. The triumphant cries of battle weary men outweighed the squeals of women as they were swooped upon and taken as reward for success. Over thirty high-born women and the wives of noblemen huddled together for security, surrounded by their maids and handmaidens, the two Princesses huddled together on their father's oak throne. No men were present as all were needed to fight but it was obvious to them all that the City had been taken and the Kingdom was no longer theirs; and they were well aware of the implications for them, their pampered lives would never be the same again!

Daygar entered the City through the huge ornate arch within its massive walls, the architecture exceptional and oozing wealth and now the Kingdom of Arania was his. The huge square was littered with fallen men and everywhere his soldiers were venting their pent up sexual appetite on any woman they could find. Naked women; stripped of dresses and gowns were impaled on angry cocks others were on their knees with throbbing erections firmly down their throats, balls ejecting hot liquid before being passed to the next man.

The twin Princesses, Natalia and Saria hugged each other tightly with eyes wide open as the great doors to the throne room caved in and a tidal wave of hostile battle bloodied men rushed towards them. The women squealed in unison and within seconds were being plucked from their huddled groups by hungry soldiers lusting for their prize. Delicate dresses of expensive silk were ripped from lithe, fragranced bodies and discarded as unyielding cocks sought desperate relief. The more experienced soldiers knew that the high-born were not for them but for their commanders and homed in on handmaidens and maidservants who were fair game. 

The difference between classes was obvious, it was not just the clothing and jewels, hair signified the difference between them. Noblewomen had long straight hair, usually halfway to the waist, Queens and Princesses to the waist and Ladies in Waiting, long but in extravagant creations heaped high on their pretty heads. Handmaidens were shoulder length and maidservants shorter still. 

Even in battle a commoner could not expect to overpower a woman of high station, it was a code of conduct fiercely observed. The two Princesses were in fear of their lives but knew they would have been marked out for protection; the invader would take them for his pleasure! Despite the code this was chaotic and High-born Ladies were being taken, Commanders were in short supply as the initial phase of the onslaught progressed. 

Lady Helena huddled close to the Princesses, she was the consort to King Serif of Arania for many years and surrogate mother to the twins; their natural mother the Lady Adrienne had fled from Slaveria to Arania after falling pregnant by the King and had found sanctuary there with King Serif only to die in childbirth. The Princesses had called him father but it was no secret that their natural father was King Hinea, and of Noble blood; elder half sisters to Princess Leyia. 

A feisty woman of thirty years with Raven hair Lady Helena held the girls close to protect them from seeing the debauchery taking place around them. Her ample breasts heaving beneath her lavishly laced silk dress. She had been treated and respected as a Queen throughout the Kingdom for her staunch support of the King.

A shrill scream left her lips as rough hands grabbed her long black tresses, dragging her away from the throne and the Princesses. The serf of no consequence pulled her to her knees and held her against his crotch as he fumbled to extract a swarthy erect penis, his clothing little more than filthy rags. His cock forced its way into her mouth and throat as he satisfied his lust, holding her hard as he spewed his semen into her; then suddenly he was limp and falling away. One of Daygar's Warlords had speared the wretch, his sword emerging from his chest just above Lady Helena's head, allowing her to scamper on all fours back to the throne. 

The confusion had almost been contained when Daygar marched into the Throne Room and all activity ceased instantly. Soldiers had stopped mid fuck, penises still inside their chosen women, handmaidens on their knees with rock hard cocks still in their mouths as silence finally took over.

'Everyone below Commander... Out!' He barked. Soldiers scurried towards the doors and left for pastures new, there were plenty of other women to be had!

The Giant Lord was backed by six of his Lords and a handful of Commanders as he approached the throne. All around him Ladies in Waiting and handmaidens alike struggled to cover bared breasts with the shreds of their dresses, some sobbing openly whilst others staring blankly, still in shock after the brutal onslaught. 

He turned to address them. 'All handmaidens and maidservants will go alongside your Mistresses.' The girls and women jumped to attention gathering at the side of their Lady, some with two some with five or six servants depending on their seniority.

'Princesses, you may select two Ladies to attend you.'

Princess Natalia addressed Daygar with a feeble, trembling voice. 'We must insist Lady Helena stay with us,' she said with as much haughtiness as she could muster. 'She is our...'

He raised his hand to cut her off. 'I know who she is,' he barked. 'Lady Helena will accompany you. I will allow you two more.' He knew of the Princesses history having served their natural father for many years before evicting him from his throne. They had been frequent visitors to Slaveria. They shared their long golden locks and tiny stature with the Princess Leyia.

'Lady Reine and Lady Emilia,' she decided. The two Ladies left the pack and joined them by the throne their associated servants towing behind. 

'You will each select just two handmaidens,' he decreed. Several women were discarded and sent back to join the others. 

He addressed his Lords. 'My brave Knights, you may pick your prize. Their servants will go with your choice.'

The Lordships still battle-worn and bloodstained made their choices then the Commanders took theirs, delicate little flowers for hard, rugged men to pluck!

The Giant Lord escorted the Princesses and their entourage to the Royal Bedchambers.

'You should not enter our rooms,' one of them chirped as he marched in behind them. Her voice was weak yet authoritative. 'Men cannot enter. It is forbidden,' she squeaked.

He had no idea which Princess was which, and didn't care. 'Leave us,' he barked and the Ladies and servants evaporated to the wings and ante-rooms. 'That includes you My Lady,' he said lowering his voice to Lady Helena. She vanished quickly. The two girls gripped each others' hands and visibly shook as he stepped up to them, towering over them menacingly. Pretty faces looking anxiously up to him, awaiting his next move, their golden hair flooding down their backs like Princess Leyia's, held in pony-tails with golden combs. 

He reached behind them and grasped the pair of them by their tresses and dragged them squealing to the side of the bed hoisting them both across the massive expanse of his left knee, bending them fully over to raise their pretty little bottoms. The Giant Lord's large hand whacked the seat of each girl's gown, raising squeals they had never had cause to raise during their pampered lives.

His hand continued to spank the Princesses each in turn, legs rearing from the floor as they struggled to scramble off his knee. He had them tightly packed together and firmly secured to his lap with the other hand and whacked them until they squealed hoarsely. Lady Helena had re-emerged from the shadows, alerted by their relentless screams but halted as his glare warned her from any interference. The girls continued to kick and buck on his knee until he tilted them back to their feet, both rubbing their soreness in unison. Lady Helena rushed to them and cuddled them to her breasts.

'You need to re-appraise your situation My Ladies,' Daygar said tersely, addressing all three. 'I am ruler of this Kingdom and my word is the law. You will obey me without question. I will give you an hour to prepare yourselves for me, your maiden virtues are mine to take and I will have them.' He turned his attention to Lady Helena. 'You madam will also prepare for me. I will need a woman to flush my balls after taming these two flimsy creatures beneath me. If any of you refuse me then you will go to the brothel for the use of my Captains; and that includes your Royal Highnesses.' He swept from the bedchamber leaving an icy chill behind him.

Daygar lay in the hot tub and washed away the sweat and blood of the savage fighting. He handled his cock, washing and preparing it for the task of taking down the two Princesses, it was at least ten inches if not more, of solid thick muscle. The thought of the two little nymphs dangling on the end of it swelled him even more!

He dried and engulfed his massive frame in a simple robe and knotted it loosely around his ample waist then headed for the Royal Bedchamber.

Chapter 3: The pillaging of Arania continues and the two Princesses accept their fate!



Lord Daygar - Kingslayer Ch. 03



Daygar sat on the huge bed in the Princesses bedchamber and summoned them to him; nervously they obeyed standing either side of him. Their expensive fragrances invaded his nostrils as they awaited his command, trembling despite the warm room; little dolls like Princess Leyia, with porcelain white skin and waist-length golden hair. Even seated he was still a head taller than them, their dainty child-like figures belying their nineteen years, little girls out of their depth.

They were identically dressed in sky blue long gowns, simple yet effective and easily removed for the task they knew faced them. Lady Helena had chosen well, there would be no fumbling with ribbons and bows when their time came, they stood barefoot as Daygar stroked the back of their heads with paw-like hands; smoothing down the rivers of golden hair to their small rounded bottoms. They both tensed as they remembered the spanking he had given them across his knee, he patted both bottoms gently.

'Take off your gowns,' he ordered simply.

The princesses moved in unison sweeping the loose gowns from their shoulders and letting them drop to the floor. Daygar's eyes moved swiftly across nubile young white breasts, heaving from rapid breathing; small pink circles with little red nipples sticking proud at their centres. His cock hardened beneath the loose robe as he surveyed their tiny waists, their little buttons at the midriff indented in otherwise flawless skin. He feasted on the wispy golden fluff signalling the beginning of the precious treasures tucked beneath, each girl identical in every detail, flat stomachs sweeping inwards to the 'vee' between the tops of their legs. 

His hands covered their proud bare little bottoms, pressing their assets into his thighs.

'Open the robe,' he whispered.

Small hands fumbled tentatively at the linen, one pulling the bow from the cloth belt to reveal his erection, flagpole hard and upright, the two nymphs gasped and stared open mouthed at the monster.

'Touch it,' he urged.

Princess Natalia was the first to wrap her tiny fingers around the throbbing shaft, her hand insufficient to encircle its thick girth, Princess Saria followed and Daygar winced as the two small hands instinctively massaged him back and forth. This was probably the first time they had even seen a cock let alone handle one! He knew Lady Helena had tutored them on what to expect.

'Is this correct my Lord' Princess Natalia said softly, her eyes focussed on his purple head, her hand playing him. She had sensed some kind of power over him and had become emboldened. He didn't answer and the girls continued handling him.

Princess Saria suddenly spoke for the first time. 'Father told us that this will bring us heirs and make us Queens in the ten Kingdoms.' Her fingers teased the flange of his cock-head as she spoke.

'There will be no Kings for you to marry,' he snapped suddenly making both girls jump. 'I will be the sole ruler and the Princess who delivers my heir will be my Queen when I am declared King of the Nation of Kingdoms.'

'Why do you want to depose the Kings?' Princess Natalia asked.

'Enough of this girlish banter,' he barked. 'It is time.'

Both Princesses stiffened at his harshness and the realisation that the time had come for them to accept his authority and protect their Royal status under his command. 

Lord Henrick had been one of the first to select his prize from the High-born Ladies and one in particular stood out for him! Lady Celica had felt his eyes boring into her and her heart-beat quickened, she threw back her head and returned his stare, her fiery red curly hair exquisitely bunched on top and braided finely. Diamonds and rubies glinted around her long white neck in the shafts of sunlight entering the high ceilinged Throne Room, her ample breasts rising and falling beneath the tightly corseted crimson satin dress. She was tall for a woman, around five-eight in her richly embroidered court shoes and stunningly attractive. 

Henrick was pleased that the Lord ahead of him had selected a wispy blonde Noblewoman half his age, already kneeling before him with his urgent cock deep in her mouth. The girl's handmaidens stood dutifully at her flanks as their new master took his prize without ceremony, his sword hand clasping her crocus yellow locks forcing her ever deeper onto his weathered shaft. The young Noblewoman would take her place at her 'new' Lords side and retain her status and wealth. 

Lord Henrick and Lady Celica remained locked in an unblinking stare. 'My Lord, you must choose,' urged the next in line, eager for his reward.

'I'll have her,' Henrick said hoarsely, pointing towards the resplendent Lady Celica.

'Fuck!' came from his back. 'I fancied that feisty cunt for my cock,' the disappointment clear in his voice. 'Then I'll take the Lady in the green dress and big tits.' The Lady in question coloured up at his reference to her assets. She needn't have worried herself over her modesty; no sooner had she stepped forward she was being propelled over the large oak table, her green dress canted over her back, petticoats swept aside. Delicate lace garters and woven silk stockings were ignored as he entered her, expelling his frustrated juices into her within a minute. The finer ways of the Court had been swept aside but her Ladyship knew her fate could have been much worse and accepted the rough treatment.

'This is not right my Lord,' Lady Celica protested finally finding her voice. 'I will not lay with my brother!' 

Henrick forced a smile. 'You will dance on my cock tonight, Sister!' He hissed, the venom between them betraying the history of their upbringing. He had hoped never to see her again; her evil connivances with their mother had made his formative years unbearable. Their father could see no wrong in her and his protestations of innocence had been ignored as he received yet another harsh punishment for her lies, pleading for mercy as she smirked with satisfaction in the background. 

She was his senior by two years and he had cheered at her marriage to the High Lord Chamberlain of Arania the right hand of King Serif. He had wished never to cast his eyes on her again but now he had she was his, and she would pay dearly. Her Noble husband had perished in the fight for the City, he was her new master! 

A flaxen-haired maiden dashed between the glowering pair, her strewn hair streaming behind her, nubile breasts dancing as she ran, her skirts clenched close attempting to evade capture. The squeals of women filled the Throne Room as patience ran out among the Lords and Commanders waiting for their spoils. The maiden, only hours before deemed 'untouchable' being nurtured for a Prince, lost her fight for freedom, her bare breasts pressed against the massive oak table as her captor bent her over. The sound of crinoline tearing from her fragile hips mingled with the cacophony of baying men.

The maiden let out a shrill squeal as her treasures were plundered by a blood and sweat soaked swordsman, his cock probing her untouched entrance before being pulled from her. Before the City fell she would have been guarded at all times by two Sergeant at Arms; ironically one of them had turned in favour of Daygar and was to be rewarded. Seeing the Lady's hopeless plight he could not allow the swordsman to defile her and dispatched him with one blow.

Her pretty flaxen head swung around in time to see her guard take his place behind her and suddenly the man who had sworn to protect her virginity was guiding his cock between her legs. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he fucked her tight cunt until he exploded in half a dozen uncontrolled jerks.The girl knew that thankfully he would once again be her protector and take her for his own.


Chapter 4: The two Princesses lay side by side holding hands as Daygar prepares to take each of them in turn. 




Lord Daygar - Kingslayer Ch. 04



Daygar's huge frame hovered above the tiny figure of Princess Natalia silent and still beneath him, his bulk supported on his massive arms for fear of crushing the little flower. Sensibly the girl had spread her thighs as wide as she could to allow him access to her hidden treasure, unlike her half-sister the Princess Leyia who had struggled against him for her first time. Having had her innocence protected during her nineteen years, Leyia had acted instinctively. He had prised her legs apart entering her forcibly to avail himself of her only to find no resistance as his cock tamed her. As a Princess she needed stability and security and she knew Lord Daygar would provide this in return for her charms which she had duly relinquished. 

Princess Natalia was the opposite of Leyia and Daygar guessed correctly that her guardian, Lady Helena had tutored both girls in the facts of life; now in their twentieth year and slightly older than Princess Leyia the twin Princesses were aware of their destiny should they produce a heir. This little maiden offered herself easily and his cock-head nudged against her virgin entrance. 

The Princess's eyes widened her bright red lips falling open in a silent scream as his throbbing cock end breached her. Daygar proceeded to explore her depths. 'She's a tight little cunt,' he thought as her scream became vocal, his cock was little more than halfway into her and she was panting rapidly beneath him. 'My second kingdom will serve beneath my will,' he thought sardonically. 'And my second little Princess will do the same.' He thrust his cock and she squeezed her sister's hand tightly as he rocked her back and forth on the end of his shaft. The girl was animated beneath him, her head swaying side to side, tongue licking her moist red lips, her eyes staying focussed on his. There was more to this little Princess than he had given her credit for and he wondered if she was actually enjoying him!

The Giant Lord worked her tight passage rapidly, pinning her beneath him as he filled her to her extent then Daygar felt the girl convulse against his cock and wondered if she had climaxed or if it signalled the end of her virgin status, he spewed some of his juices into her and prepared for his next little Princess.

*****

Lord Henrick stood naked at the end of the huge bed with one of Lady Celica's handmaidens on her knees before him, his cock firmly between her lips, his hand guiding the girl back and forth along his hard length. He had stripped Lady Celica naked, tearing her dress and skirts from her as if they were paper leaving her jewels as the only sign of her High Status as the wife of the King's right hand man. She knelt on the bed facing him, her other handmaiden wielding a six-tailed whip, flaying her mistress across her proffered bare bottom. She shrieked unintentionally after each stroke, not wanting to grant her brother the satisfaction but unable to be silent as the whip streaked across her.

'Whip her harder,' Henrick demanded. 'Or I will whip the three of you.' The girl instantly stepped up her efforts and Lady Celica shrieked like a banshee. He pushed his cock deeper into the servant girl's throat who; sensing his desire for revenge tightened her mouth around it and sucked him greedily. She had no wish to feel the lash against her. Handmaidens may be servants but they were of the highest status beyond mere maid servants and serving girls having reached adulthood and proven themselves both skilful and trustworthy; she had no desire to endanger her privileged position. Lord Henrick was the key to her continuing status and having witnessed many handmaidens sent to the brothels she cupped her new master's straining balls in her small hand and took his cock deeper into her mouth. Henrick groaned in satisfaction but resisted all urges to ejaculate.

Lady Celica bucked against the lash of the whip her arrogant stares directed at her brother, obviously relishing his new found power over her. She was determined to refuse him authority over her and rode the whip, glaring at him through eyes filled with pure spite.

'Enough,' he snapped. The girl on the end of his cock released him and jumped to her feet, bowing low as she backed away to his side to await further instructions. The handmaiden on the bed ceased whipping her mistress and left her to join the other, silent and still. Henrick approached the bed and pushed her Ladyship backwards, her face contorting as the weals from the whip made contact with the embroidered bed throw. Her bright red hair, naturally curly and almost the length of a Princess in reference to her high status, splashed across the pillows, delicate braids, the work of hours of patient weaving by her maids beginning to unfurl. 

Henrick mounted the bed, his bone-hard cock leading him to his intended target but Lady Celica had other ideas and crossed her legs to prevent him. It was futile; her delicate white thighs were no match for his strong hands as he prised them apart, her arms flailing at him wildly. He had slain twenty men with his Zoran made steel sword to reach her and now she would fall on his own sword of swollen-hard flesh and blood. 

Henrick parted her milky thighs, swinging open the doors to her fruit feasting on the wispy red triangle and the puffy folds of her entrance beneath, a little tongue of inner labia pouting from within. His cock homed in on her as if magnetised as he knelt further between her legs, his hands now grabbing her still flailing wrists and completely overpowering her. Her Ladyship knew she was defeated, a woman never a match for a man with his blood raging, the arrogance melting from her face, the haughtiness replaced with a blank resigned mask. 

The lavish band of diamonds and rubies around her neck glinted as she writhed beneath her brother's bulk, his cock nuzzling against her opening, feverishly probing for access. Slender fingers adorned with several bulky gem encrusted rings spread as his throbbing head crossed her threshold and parted her pussy lips. Lady Celica's sumptuous breasts heaved as he entered her further, it had been over a year since her husband of senior years had been there having lost his libido to his work. Henrick groaned loudly as his shaft delved deeper, almost to its hilt, his satisfaction heightened by the struggle and now her resignation; his hands leaving her wrists, encircling her tiny waist and lifting her slightly to accept the rest of him. 

Lady Celica moaned loudly as the thrusts began, her cardinal-red nipples hard and straining atop white hills rippling in time with his throbbing cock. Her body had relaxed beneath him, overpowered and exhausted of fight, impaled fully on his manhood and totally under his control. He thrust her hard and long before withdrawing, his hand replacing her, tightly gripping it as he handled himself rapidly to his climax. Henrick grunted in satisfaction his hot liquid spewing high up Lady Celica's midriff almost to her breasts, jerking repeatedly as he drained his pent up balls over his manipulative sister.

She lay strewn on her bed, legs still apart as he exited her; a wry smile dominating his face as he looked at his spent sister, her years of arrogant bullying now slaked and repaid. His plan was to send her to the brothels along with her handmaidens to satisfy the insatiable appetites of his garrison. Stripping of her jewels and fine clothes; her days would be spent in the grasping hands of starved men, dangling her on the end of filthy whore-stained cocks. Suddenly he found himself back on the bed, between his sister's legs, her hand encircling his wilting cock, reviving it with the delicate massage only a woman can give. He re-entered her now receptive sex, their lips meeting urgently, kissing passionately. Henrick turned and shouted a dismissal to the two girls who evaporated into the wings and then rode his sister with a passion he had never felt. 

Years of malice and spite vanished, returning them both to a time, long ago when she had bullied him into bedding her with his new-found manhood, losing his virginity at just eighteen taking his elder sister's at the same time. He ejaculated again, vowing to protect her and make her his consort. Daygar would have no objection to brother and sister sharing themselves; he had little time for protocol. Lady Celica would retain her status, her jewels and her freedom and she embraced her brother as he filled her with his hot liquid!

*****

Daygar's massive bulk had almost floated across the bed to hover above his captive Princess, her sister now broken; he looked down on Princess Saria, her golden hair a backdrop to her young beauty stretching down to her waist. She looked much younger than her twenty years. His hand probed beneath him and found her wispy fur, rubbing his fingers against its softness as he watched her pretty little face become alert to his intentions. His hand delved beneath it, rounding the curve of her belly for her hidden treasure, her thighs spreading slowly to accept his stubby finger. 

'Lady Helena had tutored them well,' he thought, Princess Natalia had spread her legs obligingly and her sister seemed to be doing the same if a little more reluctantly. His hand forced her further apart which she accepted easily, she knew she was nothing beneath him, her Princess status meaning little to him and to refuse would no doubt earn her another punishment. She shivered at the prospect, having been spanked hard over his knee little more than an hour earlier, and spread her legs wide.

Princess Saria gasped for breath as his iron hard cock touched against her virgin entrance, squeezing Natalia's hand tightly as he pressed her looking for access. Her mind was racing, her pampered upbringing and her duty as a Princess flooding over her like a resume of her life. 'This was wrong,' she suddenly concluded. Her ethos had been that of a protected flower-bud nurtured until a future King could be found to bring her flower into bloom and that future King was not Daygar! A brute almost three times her age with no noble blood was not how her flower was supposed to be picked and instinctively she squeezed her upper legs together.

Daygar was at her entrance and about to enter when her milky thighs defended her against him. It was hopeless of course, but Daygar was intrigued, the tiny Princess Saria had dared to defy him! As Princess Leyia had done before her, the girl was struggling beneath him and, just like before, he would take her by force. She squealed loudly as he forced her apart with his knees and once again arrived at her entrance but this time his cock was at its zenith, blood pumping into it to strengthen his shaft, fired by the thought of ravishing the little Princess. The Giant Lord suddenly stopped, looking down into the face of his frightened captive; he suspected that Lady Helena had groomed Princess Natalia to accept him as her Lord and the key to her throne as his Queen. This girl was to be sidelined by the scheming Helena, her innocent protestations oddly earning her Daygar's respect. He rose slightly above her on his massive arms removing himself from her entrance.

'You knew that this day would come,' Daygar whispered. Princess Saria stared up at him with confused eyes expecting to be taken by force. 'Your future lies with me Princess Saria,' he breathed. 'I will take the ten nations and become the King of all. You, like your sister and half-sister belong to me by right of war; as such your safety and status will be protected by me.' In a rare moment of tenderness he stroked her golden hair. 'You have nothing to fear little flower but you have to respect my right as taker of this Kingdom but I will forgo this if you wish. Shall I proceed?'

'Yes my Lord,' she acquiesced slowly spreading her legs, drawing them up to her waist to allow him access to her virgin sex. Her birthright was to be a Queen and in the absence of a Prince Charming she would give herself to him.

The girls' eyes widened, her head tilting back onto the pillow as she let out a hoarse banshee sound as Daygar slid his huge shaft into her, his iron hard 'head' nudging her apart. He waited for her to accommodate him before delving further into her tight little cunt before taking her almost to his hilt, her little white breasts jiggling with his stroke as he feverishly banished her into womanhood. Daygar's hot cream erupted into her as he struggled to contain himself, the girl gurgling as he plundered her precious treasures, his little nymph wilting beneath him like a freshly plucked bloom. 

Pretty as they were he needed to save himself for the Lady Helena; she would be the main course after these two delicate little canapés!

Chapter 5: Scheming Lady Helena dances to Daygar's tune but his attention is already drawn to two Kingdoms, one to the West and one to the East, both with Queens waiting to be taken! 



Lord Daygar - Kingslayer Ch. 05



Lady Helena had been waiting for him in her bedchamber adjoining the Princesses and had heard her young charges yield to the Giant Lord. Her otherwise naked body was bejewelled at her throat, wrists and fingers with the finest gem encrusted bangles and rings as Daygar burst through the huge doors. A lump appeared in her throat as his massive frame dominated the lavish room, his robe open revealing his still straining cock, streaked with the juices of the two virgin Princesses.

She could tell there was little time left for foreplay or kneeling before him and reclined on her bed, slowly and seductively spreading her legs wide to reveal her glistening entrance. Her scheming head had already deduced that if the Princesses did not bear fruit then maybe she could and therefore secure the throne for herself at his side. She was eager to feel his rampant cock inside her.

Daygar wasted no time either, entering her bed and spreading the fragrant Lady beneath him; plunging his bone-hard cock into Lady Helena's receptive cunt to its hilt, tightening his buttocks and slapping his balls hard against her. She moaned softly at first then sharpened her tone as he fucked her rapidly, her eyes misting as his length expanded within her. She watched her nipples gyrate in front of her, luscious breasts swaying in concentric circles as she rode his cock, wondering how it had been possible for her girls to have accepted such a huge weapon.

The Giant Lord looked into her eyes and knew she was a scheming shrew, he could read her mind as if it were his own; she would never be his Queen but she would never know it until he was ready. Daygar fucked her hard, using her like a whore unlike the relative tenderness he had shown the Princesses, slapping her weaving tits as he rode her. Lady Helena accepted his harsh treatment eagerly, her shrill vocals echoing around the large room. 'She was good, excellent in fact,' he thought; 'grinding his loins against her widened legs, 'she would make a generous present to a future ally', he decided.

His mind had already moved onto his next conquest. Would it be the exotic Kingdom of Mercuria, a trading nation on the East coast boasting riches beyond all measure. Most of the ten nations' gold, silver and gems were traded through Mercuria along with silks and spices carried by its extensive fleet of ships from far eastern provinces. The luscious Queen Flavica ruled her Kingdom with a light touch, known throughout the ten nations as the Jewel Queen for both her vast riches and iridescent beauty. Or would his next target be the Westerly Kingdom of Centria, its peoples permanently at war between its two factions, the flatlands and the mountain region. It was ruled by Queen Boudina with an iron glove giving her the popular title of 'Boudina the Bitch'! She was feisty, hard and almost as tall as Daygar and he exploded inside Lady Helena with a vengeance at the thought of bringing the 'Bitch Queen' down!

*****

Lord Bowdan was eager for news as the Giant Lord and his entourage returned to Slaveria, he was Daygar's chief strategist and had schemed with him to bring about the downfall of his King. Bowdan had planned every detail of Daygar's assault on Arania and its success was down to him and the Giant Lord knew it; a celebration was planned and the old General would be rewarded. Approaching his seventieth year it was impossible for him to go to war but his skills and knowledge proved invaluable on the battlefield. Daygar had in mind a gift of the Princess Leyia to pleasure him in his old age but now remained unsure. Lord Bowdan would indeed receive a Princess that very evening but which one? Daygar had three to pick from but had yet to decide which of his golden haired beauties would suckle his trusted Lord's ancient cock!

The men were renewed and ready for more success. The plundered treasures of Arania giving them new weaponry and coin to feed and clothe themselves in abundance but the thrill and excitement of the battlefield was calling. After a brief rejuvenation at home they would join forces with their new army being assembled from the chaos of Arania and invade Centria. Lord Bowdan had already planned the move and had awaited Daygar's approval. The Giant Lord had considered Mercuria a pushover and the wealth a very tasty target with the added bonus of the lavish Queen Flavica but Bowdan had convinced him that would be a bad move.

To attack the trading nation would most likely rally the northern Kingdoms into marching on Daygar's forces to protect valuable links and vested interests. Lord Bowdan had argued it better to form an alliance with the merchant Kingdom and attack Centria using Mercuria's border with them as an additional platform. The thinking was that none of the northern Kingdoms would be troubled by the toppling of Boudina the Bitch; in fact they would probably conclude that the Ten Kingdoms would be a safer world without her warring nation. Daygar had smiled at the conclusion. The overthrow of Centria would unlock the gates to the northern Kingdoms and he would take down the exquisite Queen Flavica immediately afterward!

*****

Lord Bowdan had indeed earned his little Princess. The assembled Lords had gasped as Daygar presented him with the delectable Princess Natalia, who at a mere twenty years old was less than a third of that of the old Nobleman. He had decided on the feisty of the two sisters, he didn't need the distraction of a scheming girl under the spell of Lady Helena. Daygar would settle for her twin sister, Princess Saria, a much less complex girl, a little flower to be nurtured; at least for now!

Daygar knew Princess Natalia would resent her enslavement to an old man, her dreams of being his Queen shattered but the Giant Lord had promised her she would retain her Royal title and position at Court and reluctantly she had agreed to the union. 

Lord Bowdan accepted his prize gratefully; his hand, gnarled and twisted with age, stroking the river of golden hair as his other produced his aged cock. The young Princess had already decided there may be possibilities here and the platform of her attachment to such a high ranking Nobleman could prove useful. Tentatively she sucked his cock-head before he pushed her onto his erection. It was as if thirty years had suddenly evaporated as he eagerly encouraged the young Princess to suck his cock rapidly. 

Princess Leyia and Princess Saria were brought to the Great Hall, their sister already getting very acquainted with her new Lord down on her knees. They had arrived as Lord Bowdan reached his conclusion, spurting his load across Natalia's face and into her golden locks. The other Knights looked on with envy as the old man satisfied himself with his new Princess.

'My Lords,' Daygar began and the room fell silent. 'Before we took Arania I promised one of you the gift of the fair Princess Leyia', ten knights eyed the young Royal, two of his original twelve trusted Lords had perished during the siege. Ten cocks sprung to attention at the thought of fucking the very Princess they had served without question almost since her birth, Leyia knew this would happen and accepted it as vital to her future protection. She stood firm and proud in her shimmering gown and jewelled tiara just hoping that her Lord would be handsome and not an old man like Lord Bowdan; she looked over to her half sister requiting his weathered cock and shuddered. 'You are all worthy men,' Daygar continued, 'my difficulty is in choosing which one is most worthy of this fair lady.'

'Each of you has shown courage and loyalty to our expanding Kingdom and I have concluded that you are all equally deserving of this pretty Princess.' Leyia stomach churned at his words, was she to become the property of them all, to be passed around like a whore? The Lords were thinking the same and disquiet rose among them. They wanted an outright conclusion to her fate. 

'Don't worry my friends,' Daygar began. 'I have decided that each of you will remove your Seal and place it in this,' he held aloft a felt bag. 'Princess Leyia will choose her new Lord from within.' The young Princess sighed audibly with relief.

The Lords removed their large rings containing the Seal of their coat-of-arms and placed them in the little bag, Daygar presented it to the Princess to choose; nervously the girl delved into the bag and retrieved one in her small hand, giving it to the Giant Lord. 

Daygar swept along the table giving each Lord an opportunity to claim the ring and with it the Princess. Lord Cevert leapt to his feet as the ring came before him and Princess Leyia knew the identity of the man who would be her future. Little more than a year older than the Princess herself, Lord Cevert at almost twenty-one was the youngest among the Knights and one of the bravest, his long brown hair matching his equally brown eyes; Leyia counted her blessings as he claimed her for his own. 

The tradition of Daygar's newly formed Court demanded a Lord be satisfied by his conquest in the Great Hall and Princess Leyia obeyed, kneeling before her new master and accepting his offered erection. The girl bobbed her golden locks dutifully at his groin just as she had with Lord Daygar, sucking Cevert's cock greedily. The Giant Lord signalled Princess Saria to him and without hesitation she joined her two sisters in satisfying his needs. This had indeed been a triumphant moment in the rise of the One Nation Kingdom; he placed his massive hand on the nape of the Princesses golden head as he released his hot cream into her mouth. 

*

Chapter 6: Daygar forms an unlikely alliance with the sumptuous Queen Flavica and the 'Bitch Queen' is toppled. 



Lord Daygar - Kingslayer Ch. 06



Lord Daygar entered the Kingdom city of Mercuria astride the huge white charger once belonging to King Serif, followed by a small delegation of five Lords and several foot soldiers. He and his men could only look in wonder at the splendour of the wealthy City, the ornate architecture and statues brought from all corners of the known world by their extensive fleet of merchant ships. No one took any notice as the small party passed them by, complacent to visiting dignitaries wishing to purchase the exotic spices and cloth or just to dribble over the vast array of gems and precious metals. Everyone in the City appeared to be dressed in various degrees of wealth and status with no obvious signs of deprived people.

Queen Flavica stood amidst a small guard on a dais in front of her Palace as Daygar and his men dismounted leaving their horses in the charge of the foot soldiers, walking the short distance to the bottom of three steps leading to her. 

'Welcome, Lord Daygar,' the Queen announced in a small but confident voice. She motioned for him to approach and he swiftly climbed the steps to stand alone before her, bowing low in respect for her Royal status. This Royal beauty didn't belong to him, yet!

'Your Royal Highness,' he said lifting his head to appreciate the woman known as the 'Jewel Queen'.

Her beauty was everything he had heard and imagined and more. She was slightly built but not in a girlish way, this was a woman not a mere nymph like his Princesses, standing proudly and resplendent in a long gown of pure woven gold. He had heard of such material but never seen it and she shimmered in its figure hugging grandeur; her skin was olive and eyes large and wide and piercingly hazel above high cheekbones. Her hair was the colour of a raven's back and gathered into a delicate creation supported by a golden crown studded with at least a thousand diamonds. 

Daygar was impressed. It was said that no man had ever seen her hair in its natural state, reputedly reaching to her feet and Daygar's cock stiffened beneath his ornate robe. He had chosen not to wear armour and he and his small party were bedecked in ceremonial clothing out of respect for The Queen.

Queen Flavica eyed the huge man before her, his reputation had preceded him and his exploits on the battlefield were becoming legendary as were the treatment of the women he had captured. She had heard of the fate of the three Princesses at his hands and shuddered beneath her exquisite gown as the image of him taking them flashed across her mind. Another image of this huge brutish man ravishing her mercilessly followed it and suddenly her pussy tightened in a strange mix of fear and excitement!

She turned on a heel of shimmering bejewelled sandal and led the party into her Palace. The splendour of the City was seriously outdone by the intricate magnificence of the interior as the Queen led them into a large receiving hall, taking her place on a small rostrum in a lavish throne alongside which stood a man, little more than a boy. This was Prince Irad from the island Kingdom of Octavia and potential suitor of the Queen, clad in richly embroidered robes, his boyish face and flaxen hair typical of the western isle people. They nodded respectfully to each other then Daygar ignored him.

'I am here for two reasons your Majesty,' the Giant Lord began without preamble. 'Firstly we require large quantities of supplies to enrich the poor of Arania and improve the lives of the people of Slaveria. This will take ten of your ships sailing to my port on the Western Coast.' He studied the Queen for her reaction to a purchase of such magnitude.

'Do you have the means for such a request?' she said simply. 

'I have the means Your Majesty. The Kingdom of Arania hoarded much whilst subjecting the many to a pitiful existence. I have this treasure at the border of our two Kingdoms for inspection by your merchants but I must insist on delivery in one large shipment. I wish to enrich my subjects at the same time, not piecemeal which may cause friction. There is more than enough to pay for the basic items currently not available to them.'

The Queen was surprised at Daygar's unaccustomed philanthropy and nodded her approval. 'See that the merchants prioritise this request.' Several aides left the room to Daygar's delight. 'And the second request?'

'To provide and maintain a garrison of my men along your border with Centria.' Daygar knew this request would be less easy to establish.

'Why would I agree to that? We have no quarrel with Queen Boudina. Centria is a customer of ours, albeit a small one but nevertheless.'

Daygar swiftly countered her objection. 'Your Majesty I have spies inside Centria and their plight is becoming desperate. Boudina is at war with her own people and it is having a calamitous effect on both her finances and the morale of her subjects. Plundering your City would appease both and with respect, your army could not hope to counter such a desperate force.'

'Why would this matter to you?' Prince Irad spoke for the first time.

Daygar gave him a withering look. 'Your Kingdom is the gateway to the five northern Kingdoms and should you fall to Boudina she would almost certainly join with them to overthrow Arania and Slaveria.'

The Queen was in some thought as the Prince spoke again. 'I would council against such a decision My Lady,' he said eying Daygar with deep suspicion.

'If Boudina fails to attack then you have lost nothing.' Daygar insisted. 'My men would have been wasted but that is my problem but if she does then you would be protected,' 

'I will grant your request Lord Daygar,' Queen Flavica decreed. A look of dismay appeared across the Prince's face and the Giant Lord's cock almost thrust though his robe. Bowdan's plan was working and he was one very important step closer to defrocking the glittering Queen. 

*****

The banquet had been sumptuous with exotic fruits and wine in abundance when Queen Flavica stood and the huge room fell silent. She clapped her small hands and three black women were ushered in. Daygar and his men were entranced having heard tales of these unlikely beauties from lands far away, their skin ebony and glistening from bathing oils, nubile breasts heaving beneath flimsy toga style clothes barely covering them. Hair as black as tar was shorn to within an inch of their heads, faces sporting full lips and high cheekbones; all were barefoot and obviously naked beneath. Daygar had never witnessed such exotic beauty.

'A little present for you My Lord,' Queen Flavica announced nonchalantly. 'I didn't think one would be sufficient for a man of your appetite. They are all trained in the art of pleasing men.' Daygar was stunned by her candour. 'Your men will be equally looked after,' she added. 'Take them to his Lordship's bedchamber,' she said waving them away. 'I assume you will stay the night My Lord?'

Daygar didn't answer but lifted his goblet and cheered the Queen for her hospitality.

*****

Queen Flavica lay in her bed, her thoughts entirely with Lord Daygar and his taking of the three Princesses, their fate reported to her from spies inside his two Kingdoms. The Giant Lord had taken them easily and repeatedly and she wondered of his size, did his manhood equate with the huge bulk of a man? Absently her hand had reached between her legs, slender fingers probing her sex as she tried to imagine what hung between his thighs, her pussy tightening against her fingers partly in apprehension. She knew Lord Daygar hadn't finished with her and yet she seemed unable to veer from the inevitable path to his bed!

The three black women had been brought from far off lands to Mercuria where they were well cared for and nurtured for the task of entertaining visiting dignitaries and Lord Daygar intended to use them fully. They were exotic in every sense and knew how to pleasure a man. He had experienced two girls at the same time but never three and never before had he beheld such beauty; glistening black bodies, flawless and lithe with perfectly formed breasts. They had discarded the flimsy robes the instant he had entered his sumptuous guest bed chamber standing naked for his approval, dark circles sporting proud pink nipples, triangles of neat black pussy fur beckoning his attention. Daygar's cock surged instantly and he shrugged off the robe, disposing of the sandals and joining his prize completely naked. There was no hint of surprise for his thick throbbing cock and all three sank to their knees and began caressing him, six hands around, under and along his entire length. 

The middle girl, slightly older than the others nuzzled her full lips against his head before taking him in to the flange sucking and liking it from within and then he was gone, his whole massive shaft had disappeared within her, little shorn head nodding back and forth rapidly. The other two busied themselves with his balls, dipping beneath the other girl from each side licking at his sac and playing their fingers around his taut buttocks. These girls knew their business and easily changed positions to continue sucking him hard, his cock testing the throats of all three in succession. 

The transition to the bed had been seamless and his cock eased back and forth into the girl's cunt, presented to him with one of her shapely legs up against her shoulder, a position he had never before encountered. Her dexterity surprised him and he fucked her hard, his balls tight against her opening, the other two fingered each other for his delight their bodies entwined, hands scouring the other their full lips kissing one another passionately. Daygar had never witnessed such passion between two women and his cock hardened inside the elder of the three. One girl licked the other moving down her lithe body, kissing her nipples before sinking her head between the girl's legs, her thin tongue tracing her entrance before entering her. 

Again they changed places effortlessly, each taking their place beneath him, riding his cock noisily and energetically. Finally the lead girl sat astride him and lowered herself onto his erection, leaning over him dangling her breasts before him, tantalising him with jiggling nipples until he came fiercely inside her; still fucking her long after his cream had stopped flowing. His hardness without doubt fuelled by the beauty of Queen Flavica and the thought of that gawky young Prince fucking her Royal cunt!

*****

Lord Bowdan was pleased with the successful implementation of his and the Giant Lord's plan and the ease with which Daygar had bent the Jewelled Queen to his will. Princess Natalia squirmed beneath him as his loins transmitted youthful yearnings to his ancient cock, his seventy years providing the knowledge behind Daygar's lust for power. The girl squealed as his cock filled her with his hot juices, her own lust for power beginning to realise that her unforeseen liaison with the old man may actually have some merit. She may yet be a Queen, her scheming head swimming with options as she reached for his spent shaft and handled him back to attention. The old man groaned heavily as the girl massaged him gently in her palm bringing more of his juices drizzling between her fingers! 

*****

A triumphant Queen Boudina entered her Fortress City in the Kingdom of Centria her army having smashed the uprising by the mountain tribes to the West. Not for the first time had she regained control over the entire Kingdom but this time she had taken Davich, the rebel General to whom the tribes had given their allegiance. Her captor was defiant as he was hoisted, hands tied above him, feet dangling a foot above the floor in the central market area of the City. A brazier of fire erupted into flame by his side in spite of the heat of the mid-summer and Davich knew his fate. 

A large crowd had gathered as Queen Boudina taunted the hapless General with her short stubby sword, a weapon favoured by her as opposed to the traditional long sword of most fighting men. Boudina the Bitch had found success with the Zoran-steel blade, less than eighteen inches in length and three wide, plain in design but honed to razor edge sharpness. She had flicked at his cloak and robe stripping him of everything, naked apart from leather sandals strapped high up his calves. 

The baying crowd jeered the fallen leader as Boudina reached down to his testicles, handling his balls to the delight of the City folk then staring him in the eyes as she encircled his wilted shaft and homed him to a reluctant erection. One sweep of the blade was all it took to remove his cock and testicles, holding them aloft to the rapturous applause of her people; Davich's fading senses seeing his assets in her hand as she threw them into the blazing fire, hearing the sizzle as his lifeblood ran from him.

Word soon arrived in Slaveria and Daygar smiled. The Bitch had triumphed for the last time, ironically weakened by her senseless wars within her own Kingdom, she had depleted her fighting force for little gain and divided her people; now more than ever before. The Giant Lord called his armies to march. Centria would be his within days and he wondered if Boudina herself had a cock he could slice off!

Chapter 7: The Bitch Queen falls and Centria is his. Daygar wants to take Mercuria and the luscious Queen Flavica but Lord Bowdan has other ideas!



Lord Daygar - Kingslayer Ch. 07



Queen Boudina's men spewed from the gates of the Fortress City like ants from a disturbed nest as Daygar's army advanced towards them. At least four thousand baying, sword waving heathens swept towards them fearlessly as five of the Giant Lord's trusted Knights led battalions of better equipped and trained soldiers strategically at the front and flanks. Lord Chesil spearheaded the attack to divide the swarm and secure the entrance to the City as Daygar came from his flank; two more Lords were closing in from the rear of the City from the legions stationed on the border with Mercuria. 

Lord Chesil was rapidly achieving his aim, sitting astride a huge chestnut horse; his bulky frame not unlike Daygar's his sword scything a path for his men. The Giant Lord was within several hundred yards of the entrance when another wave of Boudina's army flooded from it led by the 'Bitch Queen' herself. Daygar had never witnessed anything of its kind, the woman astride her massive charger, sat tall in the saddle with auburn hair streaking behind her at full gallop into the approaching pack towards Chesil. There was no hint of armour or helmet or any protection other than a long black corseted gown, her skirts slit to the waist either side displaying long strong legs gripping the flanks of her mount. Black mid calf boots dug into the horses belly propelling her into the baying crowd, her curious sword, little more than eighteen inches in length and about three wide waved high above her head.

Daygar made toward her but his progress was slow as if riding through treacle, his sword slicing a path through the mad rabble of her army but he was three hundred yards away as Boudina met Lord Chesil. He watched expectantly, waiting for his knight to take her with his long sword when Chesil's arm, along with the glinting shaft of steel fell from him like a log, lopped off by one of Boudina's surrounding foot soldiers. Daygar was helpless as the 'Bitch Queen' hove alongside his disarmed knight, her men encompassing him as the statuesque woman swung her short weapon, reflecting the afternoon sun as it arced towards the stunned Lord. 

Chesil's head flipped awkwardly to one side when another sweep of her sword sent it spinning from his shoulders, his headless torso somersaulting backwards from his mount. Daygar's men were unmoved and still advancing steadily, far outnumbering the defending army as Boudina turned and headed back to her City, leaving her hoards to continue the onslaught. The Giant Lord suddenly realised that Boudina had mistaken Chesil for him and, thinking she had beheaded the Leader returned to her Citadel expecting the attack to flounder. 

It was little more than half an hour before Boudina realised her mistake and by then Daygar's forces had successfully divided her men pinning them against the giant walls unable to retreat back into the Fortress. Lord Chesil's battalion had been spurned on by the loss of their commander and had taken the entrance, finding little resistance within the City. Lord Bowdan had tutored the Knights on tackling a defeated foe, backing them up against the walls, three or four thousand men with nowhere to go. Restricted and outnumbered they gradually lowered their weapons, accepting the conquering force; there would be no mass bloodshed of these fighting men, valuable resources for Daygar's expanding army. Within days they would be reincarnated into his legions creating the largest army within the ten nations, an unstoppable force in the quest for the Northern Kingdoms.

Inside the great walls men surrendered whilst the women, having sheltered the young and infirm from what they knew would be inevitable, relinquished themselves to the invaders. The men had done their duty in fighting for the City and the women knew their duty would be to throw a dampening veil over the boiling cauldron of testosterone. Plucked from the huddles of resigned femininity the women were being plundered of their delicate treasures, dresses and other female attire stripped and strewn about as the hoards of grasping men pleasured their desperate cocks!

There was little surprise at the scene playing out in the centre of the City, it was the way of things, the men had done their war and now it was the turn of the women, but instead of sword and blood it was guile and intrigue as they sought to diffuse the animal ferocity of their invaders. Calm would descend as soon as the lustful desires of the men were sated and a new normality would take over. New bonds would form and the Kingdom would be strengthened and hopefully the tyranny of the 'Bitch Queen' would vanish forever. 

After the initial ferocity the women knew they would be repatriated with surviving husbands and fathers under a common leadership and the widows would find knew protectors, but for now they were snatched as trophies. The City square was festooned with countless bare breasted conquests stripped of their modesty, kneeling before or spread beneath men or bent over convenient trestles and bales, requiting eager cocks. The pretty ones attracting the most attention servicing the urgent needs of several men before being scooped up by the most powerful.

On the steps to the shuttered Citadel Daygar's men were battering down the huge doors whilst a huddle of high-born Ladies having failed to gain access before the Queen's men had barricaded it were discovered and pillaged. Fine cloaks and silk were stripped from them, joining the masses of common women in calming the savagery and lust, separated from them only by delicate hair fashions and fragranced bodies. A serf of no importance with a captured sword from a fallen soldier his only possession had been the first to discover the women and had taken Lady Angelica, a close aide of the Queen. Canting aloft her skirts he weaved between her silk stockinged legs and lace garters, finding her entrance and plunging himself deep into her, slaking his balls at the sight of such unimaginable finery and the scent of her yielding body. Her dress alone more valuable than the accumulated assets of his entire village Lady Angelica accepted her fate at the filthy hands of the common servant, her shapely legs thrust apart as he pumped his hot liquid into her. Another arrived to take his place but spent his load before reaching her exposed sex, overcome by the sight of such noble beauty and the feel of exquisite lace and silk!

The women would survive the assault on their treasures, their submission aiding the calming of the invaders and preventing further carnage and bloodshed. Calm would follow spent cocks, revenge would be replaced by respect and order would quickly be restored and then the young and infirm would emerge into the new order. 

Daygar's men had breached the doors and disabled the token force within the Queen's inner Fortress, the High-born elite knowing their fate and accepting it like the women in the City. For them it was a more civilised situation with the Lords and Commanders selecting their prize in an orderly fashion. In some instances the Ladies themselves decided on which Lord or Captain they would prefer to take them and offered their treasures without resistance knowing their safety and future depended upon it. Several aristocratic ladies were stripped and plundered where they were found, others taken to bedchambers to requite their new masters in private. 

Daygar had arrived at the stronghold of the Queen with a small knot of men, confronted at the huge doors by six females of the Queen's Guard, dressed in delicate robes and armed with swords and spears; they were ceremonial in times of peace and entirely useless in war!

The Giant Lord indicated six of his men to stay and released the others to continue the search and capture of the rest of the Queen's Citadel. 'Take their weapons,' Daygar said simply and the men stepped forward disarming the women easily, swords and spears clattering to the flag-stoned floor within seconds before stepping back. The Queens's Guard stood helpless, shaking with fear for their safety. 'Are you prepared to die, or surrender yourselves to my men?' Daygar said evenly.

There really was no option and they knew it, to refuse would have been futile. 'We surrender, My Lord,' blurted Zara, obviously the most senior of the women in a wavering voice. 

'Then you know what you must do.' Daygar swept between the women and through the huge doors into Queen Boudina's inner sanctum. Behind him his men accepted the women, now on their knees satisfying their captor's cocks as a prelude to the fucking they knew was inevitable!

Edbert, a Yeoman in Daygar's Slaverian army had been the first to react, extracting Zara, the senior of the Queen's Guard, forcing her to her knees, there was no struggle as she had already yielded to him but was unsure of his intentions. His cock nudged her lips and the woman responded taking him in and sucking it voraciously; the virgins had played these games with the Queen using ornately carved ivory phalluses before fingering and licking their mistress. This was her first time with a real cock and she adapted quickly to her new master.

Malwi, a lowly ranked minion under the command of Edbert and still a virgin himself just attaining his eighteenth year reacted next, helping himself to a pretty young maiden named Katia of the same age, his trembling fingers tearing away her flimsy dress as if it were paper. Katia yielded quietly, kneeling before him and satisfying him as Zara had demonstrated. Malwi guided her to a table, backing her onto it as he spread her legs to accept him, her virginity disappearing along with his as he entered her eagerly, his virgin cream surging between them within a minute!

The others coupled without ceremony; cocks sucked and perfumed bodies ravished by excited men desperate for relief by women desperate for protection!

*****

Daygar strode into the huge vaulted room and paced towards the elevated throne, lit by a huge stained glass window above giving a rich sheen to the long auburn hair of Queen Boudina sitting alone. No one else occupied the stone enclave as he arrived at the foot of four steps leading to the ornately carved solid oak seat.

'Stay where you are Daygar,' the 'Bitch Queen' demanded. 'If you think you can take me then you are very stupid. Come any closer and I'll take your cock and balls, fat man!' she said defiantly.

'Big talk,' Daygar said simply, taking another step towards her.

'I've taken the 'man-jewels' from better men than you, fat bastard! If you treasure your manhood, fuck off and take your clowns with you.'

There was no sign of a weapon and Daygar was confused by her rhetoric and confident smile, he looked about the room, it was empty apart from a table and bench, no place for a bodyguard to hide. He unstrapped his sword and let it drop by his side bringing an even brighter smile to the 'Bitch Queen' her face lit by the huge coloured window. 'She is surprisingly attractive,' Daygar mused to himself, 'and mine for the taking.' His cock grew at the conclusion. He approached the first step of the dais.

'Last warning, Daygar,' she hissed stiffening in her huge seat. 'No man gets the better of me.'

'When was the last time you were properly fucked?' Daygar ventured.

'You mean by a so called man. Four years ago on my coming of age, my father granted me to one of his Lords, an old fool who drooled over my body like an idiot before taking my virginity. He never saw the blade, I cut him short whilst he was still inside me and watched as he died whimpering like a baby over my breasts. Men are such pathetic creatures. Even Kings are useless, my father went to his grave minus his cock and balls, punishment for underestimating the power of a woman!'

Daygar felt no surprise in her admission. Accounts of her dealings with men were legendary and stories of how she killed her father for the throne were never dismissed as untrue. 'Those women are your lovers?' he asked pointing towards the doors. 

Boudina nodded then with unaccustomed concern, 'are they to be harmed?'

Daygar shook his head, 'just fucked. Are, or should I say, were they virgins?'

Boudina scowled like an angry cat. 'You bastard; I will enjoy taking your cock Daygar.'

Daygar smiled. 'I will enjoy giving it to you my Queen.' With that he sprinted up the steps arriving at her still seated form in two leaps. Was it her legs that distracted him? Her gown fell open from the waist down revealing taut slender legs and his eyes mentally raped her, then a flash of light glinted on the short blade as it slid expertly from beneath her skirts finding the lower edge of his body armour. Boudina's face lit up with delight as she lunged towards him plunging the steel into him just below the rib-cage, then dismay took over as Daygar had managed to sway sideways taking the blade in his side. He knew she had pierced him and felt blood trickle from the wound but it was nothing and he didn't flinch and within a second had grasped her hand wrenching the stubby sword from her grip.

Boudina knew instantly her plan had failed and recoiled into the massive oak throne in some kind of futile protection as Daygar gained control of her precious sword. The Giant Lord swooped quickly, his free hand clutching her by the throat plucking her from her throne and lifting her clear of the floor. Boudina was not finished and thrashed at him with both hands, flailing wildly as he choked off her air, her lips tingeing blue as her life began to ebb away. She watched helplessly as he lifted the sword above her head, bringing it down behind her towards her spine. She had witnessed death by this method, the sword slithering down the inside of the spine, bringing paralysis and a slow death. 

The cold steel blade ran the length of her spine and she waited for the numbness to come, her air gone and fighting for her last breath, her arms now spent and dangling by her side. 'How could she feel the blade on her back?' she thought absently. The gown slid from her silently, peeling away from her breasts before falling to the floor, leaving her suspended naked from Daygar's grip around her neck. He had slit the lacing on her corseted top before carving away the waistband allowing the dress to drop, then releasing her throat he grabbed a wad of her long auburn hair and swung her around to face him. 

The Queen's fulsome breasts bounced animatedly as he handled her into position, her gasping breath adding to the heaving as she tried to regain her senses.

'Will you yield to me?' he barked.

'Never,' she gasped hoarsely. 'You will have to take me by force, bastard.'

'Your choice Your Majesty,' he said sardonically. Dragging her by the hair he sat on the thick oak arm of her throne and pulled her to him between his thighs and dragged her across his knee, her naked bottom jiggled sensuously as he bent her further over exposing her oval, plump woman-fruit. The flat blade of her short sword cut through the air in Daygar's hand, raising a wide weal across both her cheeks and Boudina let out a croaky howl. The Giant Lord flayed her backside with unrelenting strokes before pulling her from his knee and down the steps.

Daygar bent the dethroned Queen across the sturdy oak table pressing her breasts tightly against it and forcing her legs apart, his cock unfettered and seeking the puffy lips of her entrance, slicing though and into her. She groaned loudly as he passed deep into her cunt, not a dead cock like the last time a man had broached her, a rampant ten-inch swollen weapon thrusting urgently, impaling her on his cock like a common whore. The Giant Lord searched out Boudina's inner secret and fucked her rapidly, gripping her hips in a vice-like hold, grinding his balls against her entrance to maximise his depth. 

He could feel the stirrings of hot cream forming at the base of his cock and withdrew, pulling her from the table by her hair and spinning her on her heels to face him, pressing her head, forcing her to her knees. Daygar was desperate to salve his cock juice and pulled Boudina's head sharply backwards, entering between luscious but reluctant lips, forcing his cock head to the back of her throat. She was still weak from near strangulation and her arms put up little resistance but he knew he risked her biting his length yet her submission was more important and fucked her mouth hard.

Boudina sensed his urgency and reluctantly resisted any retaliation, she knew more than most how easy it was to separate a head from its neck, she also knew Daygar would not hesitate to slice hers off if she refused him. 

'You're a stubborn bitch, Boudina,' Daygar rasped as he used the full force of his buttocks to nail her throat. 'Yield to me and I will make you General of the Western region, refuse me and my cock will be the last heat you feel.'

She gagged as he forced her harder onto his erection, her eyes raised to look into Daygar's ugly features, her sword in his huge hand waiting to take her head. She knew the sword's edge and one sweep would separate her from her body. He continued his forceful onslaught and waited for his hot juice to erupt in her throat, how soon would he put her to the sword, and what would that achieve? She thought. Her Kingdom was lost and her crown gone, but not the head that wore it, at least not yet! As General of a large army of men she could retake her crown, eventually when Daygar overreached himself in his quest for power, at least alive she would be there to take advantage when the time came.

Daygar watched as her hand slowly rose from her side, her long fingers encircling his shaft and taking control of his cock. Boudina massaged his length slowly, tightening her lips around the flange of his 'head' and quickening the pace, he released her hair and stood, hands on hips as the Queen bobbed rapidly on the end of his manhood. He threw the sword to one side as Boudina yielded to him as only a woman can, bringing his boiling fluid to the base of his cock before sending his first flush to the back of her throat. She withdrew and tried to swallow his load when Daygar laced her face and hair with his second spurt, 'three Kingdoms mine and another Royal added to my belt,' he mused thinking of the luscious Queen Flavica in her golden castle as he jerked another wave across Queen Boudina's ample breasts.

He placed his hand back on her head and guided his cock back into her mouth to finish him off, the Jewel Queen was indeed a glittering prize to be had but a more pressing engagement lay in the island Kingdom of Octavia. His new 'Bitch General' would be useful in his next conquest but he also knew she could not be trusted, yet there was no time to waste; Queen Flavica had unwittingly provided the key to Octavia in the form of her ships, now laid up in Slaveria. His balls tightened and his buttocks clenched as a final tidal wave of cum surged to the back of his conquered Queen's throat! 

Chapter 8: Octavia, the green Isle of Flaxen maidens and treachery. A King, a Queen, a Prince and a Princess lay waiting for Daygar.



Lord Daygar - Kingslayer Ch. 08



Women, even Queens and Princesses are the pawns and prizes in the fight to be King of the ten nations and so far Daygar was winning the game but treachery and self interest were around the corner......

All three were naked on the huge bed. King Padraig lay on his back with his luscious daughter Princess Ameka astride him, riding her father's stallion-like erection as if it were her first time; her curly brunette tresses rolling down her back like a landslide, dancing just above her waist. Queen Simaca lay by her husband's side as her daughter eyed her, a smile creasing both faces as she feigned cries of ecstasy.

The King held his daughter at her hips watching with blurring eyes her well endowed breasts weaving rapidly just above his face in tune with the urgency of her thrusts along his cock. A smile had erupted on her pretty face which disturbed him and at the same time his breath was becoming rapid and laboured, excited and ready to ejaculate yet nothing passed from his balls. Suddenly Princess Ameka pulled herself clear of his cock without his permission, his wife's hand replacing her daughter in keeping his erection and yet he still could not erupt. Then he was dead! 

'Has he gone?' Daygar enquired slipping from the shadows of the bedchamber. 

'Yes My Lord,' Queen Simaca said without any compassion. 'You have his Kingdom if you keep your side of the bargain.'

Daygar smiled at the two attractive women still laying naked on the bed either side of the stricken King his erection, oddly still intact making him seem strangely still alive. 'Why is he still hard?'

Princess Ameka grinned broadly. 'The juice of the 'night shadow' berry stimulates the sex organs, he was an old man and needed his 'tonic' to produce his libido that is why we gave him, shall we say, a last fuck before he left for the next world.' She laughed heartily as if a weight had risen from her white shoulders, her nipples danced as she shook back her curly hair. 'He had fucked me, his own daughter, from the day I came of age, and every day since, but no more. My mother and I have satisfied his cock together, in the same bed for nearly two years,' she looked at the dead King and his ghostly erection in disdain, 'It was a pleasure to get him to drink that concentrated juice,' she added nodding in the direction of a golden goblet by the bed.

*****

Princess Natalia knelt dutifully before Lord Bowdan, his seventy year old cock sliding purposefully back and forth between her red painted lips, she sucked him greedily, stopping occasionally to run her slender little fingers beneath his straining shaft. Natalia's tongue flicked at his tip; her other hand cupping his balls squeezing them slightly. The old Lord steadied himself with legs slightly apart, one hand on his hip and the other on the back of her small head controlling her rhythm. The young Princess gauged him perfectly, dipping his cock towards her bare breasts, allowing him to spray her rather than have him cum in her mouth or streak her hair.

Lord Bowdan groaned loudly as he relinquished his load across his young charge, it would be a long time before he could fuck his little Princess, leaving Slaveria for the Isle of Octavia with Daygar to take the Kingdom. His envoy, Lord Peglar had travelled incognito to Octavia a month before to meet with Queen Simaca to discuss the overthrow of the King, widely disliked even by his own family. Terms had been established and He and Daygar had been formally invited by the Court of the Queen without the knowledge of King Padraig to accept an alliance. It was a great coup to take the Kingdom without any major bloodshed, there would be no rape of the Island's women and a new order would be easy to establish. Bowdan's presence alongside Daygar was payback for his genius master plan.

After dismissing the Princess he dressed and left for Daygar's ship along with six of the ten Over Lords and over a thousand of his finest warriors to be transported in the ten ships unwittingly supplied by Queen Flavica and commandeered for this purpose. 

Princess Natalia had removed the sticky cream from her breasts, thankful the old man had not wanted her beneath him and having to listen to his laboured breathing as he attempted to satisfy himself within her. She bathed and dressed in her finest robes, heavily fragranced ostensibly to wave off her beloved Knight. Within half an hour of his departure she lay in a strange bed, her legs spread wide to accept a rampant cock easily the equal of Daygar himself as the bearded commoner eased himself into his Princesses royal cunt. 

General Grojon supported himself on his giant arms above the fragile Princess Natalia who at a mere twenty years was almost half his age, his huge hands pinning her arms to the bed. This was indeed a special moment in his turbulent life having risen in the ranks from foot soldier to Commander of Daygar's Slaverian forces, amounting to over half the combined strength of the three Kingdoms. Not being of Noble birth he was not allowed in the Great Chamber with the ten Lords and idea that he would even speak to a royal Princess was unthinkable. To have her spread beneath him on the end of his cock had been an impossible notion and yet his swollen penis, excited at the prospect of such an exotic conquest, nuzzled at her entrance. 

Princess Natalia accepted him eagerly bearing down onto his shaft as the warrior rode her hard, his chiselled, hairy face, rugged and scarred from countless bloody battles, stared intently at her naked body with piercing green eyes. Her waist length golden hair was strewn about her head from being rough handled onto the bed by the swarthy General who had torn her robe as he stripped her bare. She almost felt as if he were raping her and had to remind herself it was she who had instigated this 'meeting' yet he was treating her coarsely without any reverence to her high status. Despite this the scheming Princess was satisfied that the plan hatched by her and her consort Lady Helena was proceeding to schedule.

Grojon suckled her nipples, even nipping them keenly between his broken and uneven teeth, something no man had done, not even Daygar when he had taken her virginity. Natalia struggled to free her arms but he refused to release her and she squirmed uncomfortably beneath his burgeoning weight and yet accepted it. She needed him, or rather the army he controlled to usurp the now absent Daygar and overthrow his remaining Lords, it was now or never in her bid to take Slaveria and become Queen in her own right.

She squealed involuntarily as Grojon screwed his cock deep into her almost virgin cunt, nothing had felt like this since Daygar first took her, Lord Bowdan being relatively puny in comparison! She squealed again, not feigning it as he lifted her small body by her bottom, swivelling her around as he took her place on the bed with her on top, hoisting her further onto his thick length. Her tits flowed violently in front of him with the action of his erection within her, the Princess capitulating to his demands, sealing their alliance, and sealing Daygar's fate!

Grojon knew it would be an easy matter for his men to take the Great Chamber and also knew they would follow him without question, placing Princess Natalia on the throne with him as her consort and the power behind her. He continued to fuck her hard, not willing to end his union with the exotically fragranced woman astride him dancing animatedly on the end of his cock; his unbounded domination over this untouchable beauty knew no end. 

Princess Natalia was breathless, his thrusting penis had stretched her beyond anything before but it was necessary, anything was better than Lord Bowdan, a man three times her age and she rode Grojon as she would ride her favourite stallion as he continued plundering her treasures. Not wishing to accept his juices inside her she slid from him, licking and kissing his muscle-bound body, her slender hand encircling his cock, massaging him gently. 

She knew she would have to bring him off; that would be part of the bargain and continued with her mouth tantalising him as she arrived at his shaft, tongue flicking its tip and around his flange hoping it would be quick. He was solidly built but not handsome and his treatment of her had left her angry but powerless in his hands if he was to do her bidding, she tightened her mouth around his shaft and sucked him purposefully.

Grojon looked down in amazement as Princess Natalia went down on him, her small head arriving at his penis, her long golden hair tantalising his senses as it followed her down his torso. His cock had stiffened to its zenith as she placed him between her lips and his hand instinctively cupped the base of her head as she began to suck him. Princess or not, he was getting urgent and grabbed her hair to force her further onto his shaft, overcoming her resistance and making her perform to his speed.

Natalia had not bargained for such harsh treatment, she had envisaged kneeling at his side and sucking him gently before bringing him off with her hand. Grojon had bent her into his groin refusing to release the pressure as he forced himself ever deeper into her throat, worse still; he had found her pussy entrance with his fingers as she knelt by his cock. She was unable to squeal as his hand spanked her hard across her proffered bottom, his erection hard against the back of her throat, then his fingers re-entered her, his thumb rubbing her clit before spanking her again. She had nowhere to go; his hand had her pressed against his pubic bush, the other alternating between her clit and stinging her reddening orbs. 

Grojon was spanking her rapidly now, his cock bursting to release his pent up juices 'a Princess no less' he thought, 'waiting to swallow all he could muster', her bottom now crimson beneath his hand yet he spanked her even more. His wild, testosterone fuelled frenzy had clouded his sanity, his fingers probing her inner royal treasures before returning to her writhing cheeks then he exploded. Both hands now held her head as he slaked his balls sending wave after wave of hot cream directly down the throat of his Princess, gagging desperately with no alternative but to swallow his entire load!

Natalia had dressed in silence then briefly agreed the timetable for the plan before slinking out of his bedchamber, keeping to the shadows like the common street-girl she had become, an unlikely path to the throne. Grojon had treated her like a backstreet whore ravishing every part of her without any mercy or respect for her station but she still thought it worthwhile. It had been a necessary union and she knew it would be a matter of days before she claimed the throne of Slaveria, and her natural father's crown, banishing Daygar and the old Lord Bowdan from her Kingdom forever! 

She had no intention of forming any relationship with the gnarled General; she would reward him with the gift of her twin sister Princess Saria, he would get status and satisfaction from her delicate treasures. As for her half sister Princess Leyia, she had despised her for her relationship with their father King Hinea, and jealous of Leyia's union with the handsome Lord Cevert. Once crowned Queen she would dissolve their alliance and take him for herself, and have the syrupy Leyia stripped and whipped in the public square! Natalia gave a satisfied smile as she wiped Grojon's liquid from her lips and at the thought of Leyia sucking the cock of any man who pleased the new Queen!

*****

'Remind me never to drink with the two of you.' Daygar said smiling. He had reason to be heady with delight having taken his fourth Kingdom without a drop of blood spilt. His ships had taken his forces to several places around the coast to await the couriers from Queen Simaca's Court informing the garrisons of the new alliance. Daygar's flagship had arrived at the quayside of Iwona, the capital of Octavia and his party of Lords and a hundred men were escorted to the Granite Palace at the invitation of the Queen.

Queen Simaca smiled condescendingly, climbing from the bed still naked and yet making no attempt to cover herself. 'You need not fear us My Lord. We are indebted to you for taking us into your protection against the marauding Sea People who want nothing but to rape and take us whilst killing our men and burning our cities. King Padraig would not listen to reason,' she said glancing at his corpse. 'It was necessary to protect our future.'

Princess Ameka slid from the bed and sidled up to Daygar, her nakedness revealing a voluptuous brunette beauty not unlike her mother, both of average height and well endowed breasts. Her hand probed beneath his clothing fishing out his erection, swaying it back and forth between her fingers.

'You will protect us, My Lord?' she husked looking directly up into the Giant Lords searching eyes. 'You have the power to keep the Sea People from our shores, we wouldn't want you to renege on your promises,' she said sinking to her knees dipping her head onto his swelling cock. 

'Lord Peglar promised us your protection Daygar,' Queen Simaca said sharply, almost matter-of-factly as she stood, still naked and unconcerned as her daughter bobbed methodically on his penis. 

He hardened, not at the action of the Princess but at the stunning beauty of the Queen, statuesque in her nudity, her long curls dancing about her shoulders and provocatively over her ample breasts. Her waist was trim giving way to the curve of her hips and plump roundness of her protruding bottom, long shapely legs with just the right amount of muscular tone meeting at her wispy brown triangle just beneath the small curve of her belly. She was of the same age as he but much better cared for and almost as youthful as the Princess at more than twenty he had guessed.

Daygar resisted the urge to splash his load across the face of the upstart Princess, preferring to keep his juice for the luscious Queen. 'You will have my protection,' he said eventually. 'But I will have you on the end of my cock your Majesty,' he added without caution. 

Her face turned hard, the light from the windows betraying a slight tremble through her body at his harsh command. 

'That was not part of the bargain. I am the rightful Queen of this Kingdom, my father was a King and my husband also,' she gave her dead King a sideways glance, still and morbid in the centre of the bed. 'I am of royal blood and will wear the Crown of Octavia and you will obey my wishes,' she said with faltering arrogance.

Daygar placed his hand on the Princesses head and guided her back to his erection; she had stopped to listen to her mother's words. Involuntarily she resumed sucking his cock at her new master's direction. 

'Lord Peglar promised your Kingdom safety from the Sea People,' Daygar boomed his hand urging Ameka's head further onto his cock. 'You are not part of any bargain Simaca. Your Kingdom is mine and your King is dead, there is no place for a Queen here and you will not be wearing a crown again.' His deep voice reached a higher pitch. 'If you persist with this nonsense you will have no head to wear it on!' He snapped withdrawing his cock. 'You will remain on your knees until I instruct otherwise, girl!' he barked at the shocked Princess.

Three purposeful strides brought Daygar up to Queen Simaca, towering over her, gripping her arm and taking her to the bed and with a thrust of his other massive arm he threw over the mattress depositing the dead King on the floor with a thud. The woman squealed in horror as Daygar sent her backwards onto the empty bed, splaying her legs apart and grabbing her ankles, lifting them to his shoulders exposing her entrance. The Queen could only watch as the Giant Lord moved between her thighs and thrust his baying cock into her, pulling her onto him by her legs and fucking her hard without any ceremony. 

Queen Simaca shrieked like a snared animal as Daygar jerked wildly, flushing his balls and sending his cream high into her womanhood but he was not finished. 

'Come here girl,' he ordered and the hapless young Princess knew she was next. Not daring to disobey she rose from her knees and came to his side as Daygar withdrew his still erect penis from her mother. He didn't speak but his head nodded her to take her position by her mother's side, lifting her legs high even before she had fully lain, spreading her and entering her cunt as she fell onto her back. The curly locks of both women intertwined and Princess Ameka opened her mouth wide in a silent scream as Daygar impaled her to his hilt, his balls slapping frantically against her as he fucked her as hard as he had her mother. His buttocks tightened then jerked sending his second flush into the daughter, keeping her engaged as he emptied his chamber of molten lava deep within her.

Satisfied he stepped back, sheathing his wilting cock as the two women languished side by side.

'Simaca, you will be taken to Slaveria,' Daygar began. 'You are no longer a Queen or indeed have any title. You are a plain woman who will unite with a Lord of my Great Chamber, only then will you be entitled to be addressed as a Lady. Princess Ameka will remain in Octavia and unite with Lord Peglar, and retain her status to rule this land as his right hand under my direction. Is that clear?'

Princess Ameka was shocked; she was to usurp her mother who was now effectively a commoner! Lord Peglar was twice her age but of good breeding and handsome, an outcome that pleased her, and found little pity for her mother who had allowed the King to take her to his bed alongside her. Simaca would be protected from any harm and enjoy a reasonable standard of care although nothing like a Queen and far down the customary pecking order at Court. 

If Ameka was shocked, Simaca was even more so. 'I gave my King to this cause,' she moaned, 'and I have been betrayed.'

Daygar cut her off. 'No madam, you have saved your people from invasion by a brutal army of rapists and cut-throats, your sacrifice will serve them well and your future in Slaveria will be secure.

With that the Giant Lord was gone, four Kingdoms were his and still he had not crowned himself King!

Chapter 9: Queen Flavica and her golden Kingdom would be a sumptuous conquest but treachery was nearby. Would he even make it back to Slaveria to take stock and enjoy the delights of his little Princess Saria?



Lord Daygar - Kingslayer Ch. 09



Princess Ameka lay in inert beneath Lord Peglar, impaled on his burgeoning cock, her slender arms pinned to the bed by the overwhelming power of the man grunting with satisfaction as he hammered his penis deep into her. She had attempted to be on top as she always had been with her father, to ride him like a horse with some control but Peglar had other ideas and had turned her onto her back, spreading her legs wide apart with his own. 

She knew he was teaching her a lesson. Daygar had allowed her to remain a Princess and to her people she was the Monarch of Octavia now her mother had been dethroned and stripped of her title and banished to Slaveria to await the Giant Lord's will. It was a sham of course, she was but a figurehead for the people to rally to in these changing times; taking the credit for the alliance with Daygar's huge armies which would protect them from the ravages of the marauding Sea People. Lord Peglar was simply reminding her it was he who mastered the roost!

Octavia could not have protected itself from such a violent force intent on nothing more than to destroy their castles and homes and plunder its treasures, raping the women and taking them back to their inhospitable land off the Northern coast of the ten nations. They had been attacked several times and suffered badly at the hands of the savage crews landing silently in their longships, disgorging hundreds of sadistic raiders. King Padraig had failed to provide any meaningful solution so Queen Simaca had hatched the plan to dispose of him in favour of Daygar and in the process taking the Crown of Octavia for herself. The plan had not gone as thought!

Ameka could feel his cock building to its conclusion and readied herself for the rush of hot liquid about to penetrate her inner depths, still trying to simulate the changes of the last few days. Daygar had all but raped her alongside her mother but it had been necessary to yield to him in return for his protection and for the sake of the Kingdom. The proclamation that she and not Queen Simaca would take the throne of Octavia alongside Lord Peglar had surprised her; it was her assumption that her mother would naturally be his consort. 

He was twice her twenty years but still handsome and well cared for, not a fighting man but a politician and his cock much less intrusive than the fearsome brute that swung between the Giant Lord's legs. She would still have to be guarded in her actions, certain that even this relatively gentle Lord would not hesitate to punish her if she overstepped her role, she had still not forgotten the lessons she had learned from her father at his knee, with the flat of his hand against her delicate bottom!

Lord Peglar had indeed intended to stamp his authority over the young Princess but violence was not in his nature and pleasured himself of her beauty and intimate treasures. Having lost his wife during childbirth two decades before, he had modest experience of women and the girl beneath him was little older than his own daughter Saskia. As a politician and negotiator he could see the value of this liaison and should Daygar fail to win the ten nations he would be well placed to take control of the Kingdom along with the pretty Princess. Her brother, Prince Irad was still in Mercuria wooing the Jewel Queen but that would fail, Daygar would see to that, he had other plans for the glittering Queen. Irad would be sent back to Octavia and Peglar would see that his title was withdrawn reducing him to a mere pawn in the long game.

He looked down into Princess Ameka's youthful face, her rolling curls of rich brunette hair streaking in all directions from her head and jerked wildly, his buttocks straining before forcing another stream of his pent up juices into her. 

Ameka heard herself squeal as his liquid shot into her chasm and suddenly found she was tantalised in a way she had never before experienced. Having been at the call of her father for over two years since coming of age she had never felt another man's cock and unexpectedly she wanted more! She reached beneath the Lord and wound her fingers around his depleting penis and played him back to rigidity, guiding him once again into her entrance. Peglar responded and began thrusting her again before yet again spewing his cream, only this time Ameka flooded him with her juice, climaxing for the first time in her life!

*****

Queen Simaca knew she had only a brief window of opportunity to salvage any hope of a restoration to her crown and had bathed at length before dressing in her finest silks and lace for the journey to Slaveria aboard Daygar's flagship. She had ensconced herself in the Giant Lord's spacious cabin to await the only man who could once again bring her to life after years of feeble sex at the hand of King Padraig; his abilities limited to stimulants of the 'night shadow berry'. Her heavily fragranced body tingled at the prospect of feeling Daygar's cock inside her.

He entered the cabin and breathed in the heavy scent, his ears pricking to the sound of her petticoats as she swished towards him to greet him her hand immediately reaching for his groin as he embraced her. She was indeed a beautiful woman, taller than the petite Princesses and more akin to Boudina with fulsome breasts and a feminine maturity that can only beguile a man. He held her close and swept the deep brown curls from her neck to kiss it before moving to her crimson-red lips to kiss her fully, not in a delicate passionate way but forceful and mastering, taking ownership of her. 

Simaca slid her hand beneath his robes and played his already erect penis in her palm, her small hand puny against the length and girth of his awesome shaft; her slender fingers encircling it tightly massaging him eagerly. Her hope was of him taking her as his consort and declaring himself King of the four nations, she would then be Queen alongside him, Majesty of the largest Kingdom of the ten nations, including that of Octavia! Her hand gripped him hard, stirring his loins into action.

Daygar forced her to her knees, gripping her locks as he guided her mouth to the end of his throbbing penis, not waiting for any invitation as he penetrated her luscious painted lips and delved into the back of her throat. Protocol dictated that High Born ladies had to yield to their man on their knees but that meant a ritual polite sucking of the 'head' of her Lord's cock without force or duress, as such Queen Simaca would never before have experienced this kind of behaviour. Simaca rose to the challenge, sucking his entire length with a greedy determination, her class and high attitude would have to yield to the necessity of regaining her status. 

The Giant Lord watched as the Queen laboured along his cock knowing she was deploying all her womanly guile to enrapt him, her head bobbing rapidly in a fashion she had never before contemplated. His cock hardened at her total capitulation to his authority over her, tightening his grip on her curls, pulling her from his erection towards his aching balls. At first she kissed them then licked each in turn before taking them in her mouth, sucking his sac hard, buttocks tightening at the thrill of the sensations passing through him. 

Simaca reached behind her and unclasped the halter at the base of her neck releasing the gown from her, letting it slide slowly over her ample breasts to her waist before returning to his cock, suckling its tip and running her lips along its length. Rising to her feet the gown slid from her hips pooling around her glittering shoes, Daygar took in her nudity, taking his time to sweep across her body inhaling her heady fragrance and capturing her beauty within his mind forever.

Lifting her from her feet by her bottom he pulled her to him and slid her onto the end of his throbbing cock, her arms about his neck as he impaled her to its hilt. She let out a stifled squeal as his rod reached her depths, tightening herself around it, her breasts swaying with his thrusts as he fucked her hard. 

Daygar carried her to the bed still on the end of his cock and backed her onto the mattress, spreading her long legs as wide as possible, one leg over his shoulder the other waving aimlessly at the cabin roof as he continued the onslaught of her feminine riches. Queen Simaca was in full voice, her shrill squeals penetrating the confines of the cabin, the sway of the sea adding to the foggy turmoil of her head as the Giant Lord gave her everything he had. 

He had felt her jerking orgasms at least twice but resisted the urge to shoot his load into her, working her body hard, the solid nubs of her pink nipples gyrating at the centres of her white breasts. Daygar withdrew and stood up, pulling the naked woman along with him, returning her to her knees his large hand clutching endless bunches of elegant curls as he forced his cock deep into her throat. 

Queen Simaca had not prepared for this, women of her status are never subjected to such forceful sexual conquest but she knew this was her one chance of retrieving her Crown and accepted his authority over her. A lowly handmaiden would not expect a man to expel his juices within her mouth but Simaca understood that was his intention and her high born station would not prevent it. 

When it came she was overcome by the ferocity of his ejection, gagging as she attempted to swallow his man made lava, his hand holding her head; cock filling her throat with his first wave. He allowed her breath, withdrawing before the next, his buttocks clenching tight as his balls hardened sending his juices down the length of his penis.

Queen Simaca struggled for air; her throat clogged with his cream and felt hot liquid streak across her face for the first time in her life. No man had dared treat her like Daygar had, as if she were a destitute brothel wench with nothing but her body to offer in return for hope, then Simaca realised that is exactly what she had become!

***** 

'What news of Daygar's ship?' Princess Natalia demanded. She had grown impatient having been several days since the plan to usurp the Giant Lord and take the crown of Slaveria for herself had been implemented.

General Grojon bowed low. 'The ship has been impounded on the south coast, Your Majesty.'

Every part of her tingled at his use of the title but she was not Queen yet; the Lords of the Great Chamber had to be subdued to allow that. 'The army is following your orders and not that of Daygar?' she quizzed.

'They believe what I tell them to believe, that Daygar is a traitor and to keep him in custody aboard the vessel along with the Lords travelling alongside him until told otherwise,' Grojon explained.

'Then what is to stop me taking the Crown?' she shrieked, 'and why not have them killed?'

'Nothing at all, Your Majesty. I will see to it at once. Call the Lords to the Great Chamber and I will have them subdued and at your mercy.'

Princess Natalia needed no further persuasion and dressed in her finest gown and jewels for the occasion, sweeping into the Great Chamber between the gathered Lords and their scribes, ascending the great steps to the huge oak throne. Confusion reigned as she sat in the seat once occupied by King Hinea, her natural father and Grojon's lieutenant's and men swarmed into the huge vaulted chamber. Her sister Princess Saria and half sister Princess Leyia had also been commanded to attend and looked on in confusion.

'What is the meaning of this,' Lord Joaquin boomed. 'Why does the Princess sit at the head of us and where is Lord Daygar?'

'Silence,' Princess Natalia's voice was slight and shrill but no less heard as she held up her hand. The chamber hushed.

'I demand to know why Lord Daygar and the others are not here!' Lord Joaquin boomed again.

'One more demand my Lord and you shall be removed with force.' She nodded at Grojon who responded with several of his men surrounding the hapless Lord. 'Perhaps I should have your head removed and placed at my feet as an example,' she shrieked, her appetite for power swelling by the second. Lady Helena, her scheming mentor joined her alongside the oak throne smiling broadly at the success of their plan. 'Daygar has been arrested along with Bowdan and the others,' she continued making no reference to titles or status. 'I am seizing the Crown with the authority of my birthright and the armies commanded by General Grojon.'

'Can this be so?' said another exasperated Lord.

'It is so,' confirmed Grojon simply.

Princess Natalia was impatient to move on. 'I am Queen of Slaveria, Arania, Centria and Octavia,' she shouted in her loudest voice. 'You would do well to honour me or be incarcerated at my pleasure.'

'There are procedures and legal matters to attend before such a proclamation can be made,' intoned another Lord.

Princess Natalia rose to her feet and the mutterings of the chamber fell silent. 'Enough of this nonsense,' she bellowed. 'That will wait. Step forward General Grojon.' The gnarled warlord obeyed and rose to the first step towards the throne. 'You will become Lord Grojon,' she instructed. 'I bestow upon you the lands and properties of Bowdan and Commander of the combined armies of the four nations.' 

Grojon remained bowed as she continued. 'You will take my sister Princess Saria as your consort in gratitude for your loyalty.' He remained silent despite her intimation he would rule the nations by Natalia's side. Princess Saria jumped to her feet and protested animatedly but to no avail. She did not relish her life alongside such a man but knew she was powerless against her sister.

Princess Natalia turned to her half sister, bile rising in her throat as the venom of years of jealousy surfaced like lava from a volcano. 'You,' she shrieked pointing in the direction of Princess Leyia, standing alongside her consort the handsome Lord Cevert. 'Bring her to me,' she directed.

Princess Leyia struggled pitifully between two burly soldiers as she was brought before the new Queen; Lord Cevert tried to intervene but was apprehended and rendered helpless. 

'My father never wanted me because of you,' Natalia hissed. 'Now you will pay for depriving me of that love.' She recoiled as if a cobra preparing to strike. 'Your alliance with Cevert will be annulled and I strip you of your title and treasures. You will serve your days in the dungeons beneath this castle, and like any common whore or penniless vagrant you will earn your food like the lowest, on your knees sucking the cocks of your jailors for a bowl of gruel.'

The chamber was still and eerily quiet, in shock at the diatribe coming from the throat of such a fragile looking Princess, no one daring to speak, then a slow clap... clap... clap noise came from the back of the hushed chamber.

'That was quite a performance, Your Majesty,' Daygar said emerging from the shadows.

Princess Natalia's mouth fell open at the sight of the Giant Lord making his way through the stunned audience towards her. She panicked and stared wildly at Grojon. 'Arrest him, you fool,' she screamed. But Grojon didn't move, didn't do anything as Daygar arrived at his side, then slapped him on his back and burst out laughing.

The Princesses face betrayed her emotions, arrogance giving way to confusion then horror and finally terror in the space of a minute as the grim realisation of this sham hit her. Grojon had played up to her and Lady Helena's plan whilst betraying her to Daygar, she shook visibly as the Giant Lord mounted the steps and pulled her aside from the throne, taking her place in the huge seat. 

'Do you think a Commander would have been so bold as to take a Princess so roughly without my consent,' Daygar boomed to the gathered audience. He turned to Natalia. 'I instructed him to treat you roughly to see how ardently you wished to pursue your plan to overthrow me and it appears you were very ardent indeed. Your plans were common knowledge to me even before we left for Octavia and Grojon played his part to the letter. You are a traitor and you will pay the price for that,' he barked ominously. Natalia shuddered from head to toe.

'Everyone but My Lords and the Princess will leave us,' Daygar ordered, Grojon's soldiers and the assorted scribes and servants filed out of the huge chamber. Grojon turned to leave with his men.

'You will remain Commander Grojon. The Princess has bestowed upon you the title of Lord and I will ratify your elevation to this Great Chamber, your loyalty is beyond question and you will indeed be Commander of the combined armies from this moment.' Grojon beamed at the honour. 'Unfortunately you cannot have the Bowdan estates, as you can see he is alive and well.' The old Lord stood passively to one side, his head bowed in sorrow at the betrayal from his consort. 'You will receive suitable lands and property.'

'I am honoured My Lord,' Grojon said with obvious pride.

'Unfortunately you will not have the pleasure of Princess Saria, but I can offer you a Queen.' Daygar smiled as he clapped his hands, Queen Simaca was quickly escorted to the centre of the Chamber. Her efforts to win Daygar for herself had failed spectacularly; she had prostituted herself to him in a fashion no Lady would, for nothing.

Simaca was dressed in deep blue, her gown accentuating the fulsome curves of her large breasts and tiny waist, defining her hips and prominent bottom, her court shoes glinted with jewels as did her wrists and fingers. Grojon glanced then stared long, mesmerised at her royal beauty, his cock beneath his tunic growing urgently at such a wondrous site, Simaca was of a similar age to him but years of pampering and exotic treatments against his war-torn scarred face and body made her appear half his age. His groin tingled with excitement and disbelief. Surely she could not be meant for him? She was radiant and voluptuous against the delicate youthful petite figure of the Princess, far less appealing to him than the majestic maturity of Simaca. 

'Unfortunately she is no longer a Queen but I think she will make you a very fine Lady.' Daygar mused. 'Will you yield to Lord Grojon?' he said looking directly at the deposed Queen. 'Or will you leave to make your way outside of this Court?'

Queen Simaca was appalled at the sight of the gnarled General, a scar ran across his left cheek and his chiselled and rugged appearance alarmed her yet she knew he would be her best hope of retaining some kind of position in society. She trembled as her words falteringly left her lips. 'I do yield My Lord,' she acquiesced knowing all too well what protocol demanded of her next. Her future lay only as a trophy, to adorn the arm, and cock of a powerful man and Grojon would be all powerful as the Commander of the largest army of all the ten nations.

Grojon's cock grew to its fullest extent as Simaca almost floated across to him in her long gown and sank to her knees before him, her hand delving beneath his tunic. The General inhaled sharply as the high born woman passed him between her crimson painted lips and began to suck his cock as dictated by the laws of the Court. The gathered Lords looked on in silence as Grojon observed his new consort, her head a mass of golden brown curls dancing down her back as her head assuaged his throbbing manhood. 

The sucking of Grojon's cock was more ceremonial than sexual and he released her from her duty well before his juices formed, bringing her to her feet by his side. He sheathed it and led his new Lady to their places alongside the other Lords; she would perform for him later and as her new master he would take her in every way that pleased him. His cock remained stiff for the entire time!

Daygar wasted no time, reaching for Lady Helena and wrenching her from the seat at the side of the throne where she had shrunk in silence, flinging her down the steps into a pile of satin and crinoline, her skirts splashed around her offering no protection to her modesty. She quickly gathered her petticoats around her and shuffled to her knees in abject surrender, head bowed and almost touching the floor before the Giant Lord to await what she knew would be a dreadful fate.




Lord Daygar - Kingslayer Ch. 09



He wasted no time delivering his judgement. 'My Lady you are a scheming shrew. Your devious head would make a fine deterrent to others spiked and displayed for all to see.' Lady Helena cried out, a lone voice amidst the silence of the Great Chamber, the image of having her head hacked from her shoulders by a common swordsman left her weeping openly. But Daygar had not finished and turned to her co-conspirator Princess Natalia, still standing by his side shaking with terror. 'Perhaps two heads are better than one,' he said directly to her, she fainted but Daygar caught her and supported her with his giant arm, propping her against his side.

She regained her senses quickly. 'Please My Lord, show us mercy, I beg you,' he squeaked in a voice far removed from the arrogant commanding voice she had shown earlier.

'I will indeed show you mercy,' he said after what seemed to both women like a lifetime. 'You will both be spared the sword,' Lady Helena stopped wailing instantly and Natalia stiffened on her feet. 'You will both lose your titles and wealth,' he looked down at Helena still almost prostrate at his feet. 'You will be taken to the kitchens and laundry where you will work the rest of your days in service to this castle. You will never again see the grandeur of these halls.' Daygar turned to the still shaking Princess, 'you my pretty little dove, not only conspired with her to take this throne, your venom towards your sisters was palpable and for that I will punish you ever harsher. You will take the place of Princess Layia in the dungeons as you prescribed, and earn your food on your knees to your jailors. Take them away,' he concluded with a dismissive wave. Both women were led from the Chamber in silence to begin a life of penal servitude, the horror of which neither could even begin to imagine.

*****

Princess Natalia shivered as she rose from the floor of the dark, dank cell she had been thrown into. Her gown was thin and no protection from the damp chill of the underground dungeon, a mere sprinkling of straw littered the floor and a hard bench stretched along the back wall. The stench was overpowering and the room smaller than her horse's stable with much less bedding, with no food or water in sight!

Her situation was grim and she slunk into the corner, grateful no one else shared her cell but the noise echoing from other prisoners within the musty cellars was terrifying. Within the hour she had been taken from the throne of Slaveria, roughly handled by Grojon's men to the depths of the Castle and deposited at the gates of the stinking dungeon. A burly unkempt man almost as wide as he was tall had appeared and listened to the guards explain who she was and what Daygar had decided, his mouth falling open in awe before finally laughing heartily whilst eyeing up the pretty Princess. 

'Give her 'ere,' he had boomed, opening the iron gates and sweeping her inside. 'I'll soon put this little treasure in her place,' his erection was impossible to hide as he dragged her to him by her waist-length golden hair. 'You'll make a very tasty morsel,' he said flicking a long tongue from bearded lips; 'I'll wager you've never before had a man licking your little cunt, Your Majesty.' Again he roared with laughter hoisting her across his shoulder and wading off into the grimy darkness. Natalia passed out!

The grimy jailor expected the little nymph to kick and squeal as he carted her off like a bag of corn but she was silent and still, he whacked his hand squarely across her backside and suddenly she came to life. 'That's more like it,' he thought as her legs began to kick furiously, her small hands beating at his back; his cock surged to attention at the feel of the slight woman, her silk gown soft like nothing he had felt before. He reached a cell and unlocked it throwing her unceremoniously into its centre relocking the heavy metal gate. 

'If you want anything, Your Majesty,' he mocked, 'just ring for one of the servants.' His rugged beard-strewn face erupted into yet another laugh. 'If it's food or water you want then you had better have something to barter with,' he pulled down his pants and shoved his erection through the bars, 'those luscious lips around my cock should get you a hot evening meal.' His laugh echoed as he waddled off down the passage. 

*****

Lady Helena had been taken directly to the Servants Hall and found herself confronted by a tall woman of about fifty, greying yet solidly built and dressed in threadbare clothing that had obviously once belonged to a high born Lady. Ingar was the Housekeeper in charge of all the lowest female servants from serving girls down and she carried a horsewhip in one hand tapping it into the other.

'Well, what do we have here?' she hissed. 'A fallen Lady of some repute without doubt,' she said lifting Helena's chin with the tail end of the whip. 'Well, My Lady, this is as far as it is possible to fall and now you belong to me! Strip her,' she commanded, holding her head aloft as arrogantly as possible in the presence of a woman from an obviously superior background to her own.

Two maids began to unlace Helena's dress, her jewels already stripped from her at Daygar's request but her gown and petticoats were a valuable thing in the depths of the Castle. She struggled against the servants when Ingar lashed the whip across her, stinging her into submission. Helena had never known such treatment; even her servants had been infinitely better dressed and cared for than this motley ragbag. Her dress was carefully removed from her followed by her petticoats. She hadn't noticed the Housekeeper stripping off her rags in unison, reaping the sumptuous clothes as they left Helena's now naked body. 

The two maids now assisted Ingar with her new attire as Helena cowered on the floor, her arms strategically placed to hide her womanly assets. Suitably impressed with her new look the Housekeeper summoned the hapless Lady to her.

'Come here girl,' she said simply. Helena had not been addressed like that since adulthood and stayed where she was. The two maids giggled with hands to their mouths as they witnessed her disobedience, knowing what was coming next. 'I told you to come to me girl,' she hissed once more. Helena could not bring herself to be spoken to in such a fashion and refused yet again. The two maids jolted into action with the wave of their mistress's hand and dragged the naked Helena to her. 

Ingar grabbed Helena's long raven hair and sat on a stool dragging the trancelike Lady over her knees, her nakedness nestling against the cold silky feel of the dress that so recently had adorned her. The housekeeper lashed the peachy-white bottom staring up at her with the whip raising welts on her pampered seat and Helena squealed in a fashion she had never even heard before and certainly never before from her own lips. Ingar whipped her hard before dragging her back to her feet with her treasured locks, Helena not even daring to touch the seared flesh at her rear. 

'You won't be so high and mighty after a few days down here Your Ladyship,' Ingar spat, 'and you won't look like a Lady after I shear you of this mane my girl,' she grinned weaving Helena's silky black hair between her fingers. 'Get her some clothes and put her to work in the laundry.'

Chapter 10: Mercuria falls and the Glittering Queen Flavica becomes Daygar's next conquest!



Lord Daygar - Kingslayer Ch. 10



Queen Flavica stood before Daygar, defeated yet still resplendent in her golden gown and jewelled crown.

'Am I to be raped, or killed, or both?' she asked weakly, shuddering beneath her royal cloaks. 'I know your reputation with Princesses and Queens, and my own folly for trusting your word. I freely acknowledge I am yours, powerless against you should you decide to take me, or have me stripped and raped by your men.' Her breasts heaved rapidly with her breathing as she tried to remain in control, a lifetime of royal arrogance fast deserting her.

Daygar eyed the glittering beauty, his cock rampant and straining beneath his body armour, excited by the candour of her capitulation yet still statuesque and proud in spite of her fragile situation. There was no doubt he wanted to rape her, take her by force and spread her beneath him like a silken flower; forcing her to her knees and plunder her luscious red lips with his cock until his hot cream streaked her exotic face and raven black hair.

'There will be no rape, or killing your majesty,' Daygar said evenly and powerfully, purposefully using her title and bowing slightly as he spoke. 'You will be of more use to me unspoilt and Queen of this Kingdom, I will be your master but you will retain your honour and dignity My Lady.'

Daygar looked deep into her piercing hazel eyes and detected dismay rather than relief, this beauty captivated him, unable to read her like most other women he had taken.

'This cannot be,' she suddenly shrieked stunning the Giant Lord by her outburst. 'I do not wish your respect or my honour or title. I have failed my people, my judgment flawed even in the face of good council, Prince Irad has fled to Octavia convinced of your impending attack and the screams of my womenfolk echo around this chamber as your men take them for their pleasure. I cannot escape my punishment. You WILL punish me My Lord!' The Queen demanded, almost stamping her feet.

Queen Flavica slid the crown from her head and quickly unwound the intricate mass of hair, unfurling it until it almost touched the ground just as the legend had said. She thrust her arms straight and yielding behind her, pushing out her still heaving breasts, her long hair streaming down her back. 'I will not give myself to you Lord Daygar. I am grateful you will spare my life and use me to your will and my destiny is in your hands, nevertheless I cannot live unless I am treated in the same way as my Sisters and their maidens.'

Daygar wasted no time on small talk, unbuckling and removing the body armour from his torso and stepping right up to her; overshadowing her by head and shoulders he tore the golden gown from her slender body. Flavica's olive skin glistened from anointing oils and perfume, her breasts flouncing gently as the cloth vanished from them, exposing them to his feasting eyes. A small wrap of silk skirted her waist, coming adrift with one pull of his bear-paw like hand leaving her naked apart from a ruby studded necklace and golden jewelled sandals, his gaze falling to the dark triangle of pubic hair, trimmed neatly to point towards her bounty beginning on the curve of her belly.

There was no resistance from the Queen as his hand slid between the top of her legs, finding her opening, forcing them to part slightly as he fingered her pussy lips and clit before delving into her. The squeals of women being taken still resounded in the huge room, 'she wished the same treatment,' he thought, 'yet still no reaction.' Daygar knew what he had to do and grasped her by the neck and propelled her towards a huge table, sitting on its edge then dragging her across his knee bringing the first squeals from her lips. Her long black hair slid from her back into a pool in front of her like a waterfall of shimmering black oil. Daygar's hand spanked her hard several times on one side before attending the other, her legs springing into life as he thrashed her mercilessly on her delicate bottom, her squeals now drowning out those of the women outside. 

The Giant Lord pulled her from his lap and forced her over the table, pressing her bared breasts into the thick wood and spreading her legs unceremoniously. For the first time he had unhindered sight of the Jewel Queen's sex, her swollen labia pouting invitingly, moist and ready for the taking, flanked by scarlet freshly spanked orbs. He spanked her again, several times to reacquaint her with pain, slaking her thirst for punishment before ushering in his swollen erection, parting her entrance and sliding into her depths. Flavica let out a long squeal as he entered her roughly, unaccustomed to such a brutish cock taking her with animal force; her cunt previously experiencing only careful licking and teasing by royal blood mindful of her power and status. 

No such formality from Daygar as he shafted her hard and forcibly, his balls slapping against her tender upper thighs raising a fresh squeal with each thrust of his dagger-hard cock, her shapely legs rod straight from table to floor and into those shimmering jewelled shoes! Queen Flavica writhed against his groin her burning cheeks partially numbing the feel of him inside her, shrill squeals seemingly coming from another woman yet it was she, impaled on the end of his manhood, whimpering like a girl. Daygar pumped her until her cries quietened to a whisper and withdrew his cock; Flavica relieved her breasts no longer rasped beneath her against the solid wooden table, her nipples tender from the friction. 

The Queen rose from the table and turned to face her new master, his cock still lunging towards her menacingly. 'Have I been sufficiently punished My Lord?' she squeaked.

'I have treated you as I would a lowly maid you Majesty,' Daygar said persisting with using her title. 'Those women out there will no doubt have suffered similar fates on the end of feverish cocks but be in no doubt My Lady, my men will protect and nurture the women they have taken for themselves. It is our law. Once the woman has accepted him as her master he will honour and protect her from others. You are no different.'

'Do I belong to you My Lord?'

'Do you accept me as your master?'

'I do my Lord,' she husked knowing she had relinquished everything to this ape of a man. No man had treated her so roughly and yet she could only see her future under his protection. 

'It is customary for a woman to demonstrate her allegiance to her master whilst on her knees.'

Queen Flavica acknowledged his authority immediately, kneeling before Daygar, naked and ready for his desires, her large hazel eyes beckoning his attention. The Giant Lord placed a hand firmly on her head and eased her painted red lips over his purple 'head' guiding it deep into her mouth, the Jewel Queen responding eagerly, her small head bobbing rapidly back and forth along his length. He looked down on his newest conquest, her raven hair streaming down her bare back and bottom to the floor around her. 

Daygar pulled his cock from her mouth and hung his ball sac over her, she knew instinctively what to do despite never having been in this position and her tongue flicked around it before taking each swollen testicle into her mouth in turn, sucking them hard. The Giant Lord watched the Queen explore new depths to her sexuality then replaced his throbbing penis between her lips, clenching a fistful of her hair as he fucked her mouth hard.

Tilting back her head he withdrew his cock and handled it to his climax, jetting his white cream across her olive face, jerking excitedly as he streaked more into her black hair. Now she was his! 

*****

Lady Helena's entire body itched beyond redemption beneath the scratchy sack-cloth dress she had been forced to wear, her manicured hands were raw from harsh soap after only a few days of back-breaking work in the laundry. No one spoke to her, the other servants in fear of Ingar and her whip if they were caught in any kind of conversation and her nights, consisting a mere four hours were spent in deep sleep from exhaustion. 

She had suffered Ingar's whip twice for not keeping up with the other girls and even a lowly scullery maid had rebuked her for not removing a stain from her apron! Within days she had descended from the pinnacle of Court Society to almost the lowest level within the entire Kingdom and her plight had not ended yet. Helena scurried behind Ingar like a beggar in rags as she swept along the corridor, the house mistress now resplendent in the confiscated gown and petticoats stopping at a small alcove of a room, stark and cold beneath the splendour of the Royal Court. 

She had been brought before Master Tabor, the ultimate head of all servants in the huge Castle, a tall stocky man approaching sixty but fully aware of his absolute power within the labyrinth of cellars and workrooms making up the bowels of the City edifice. Helena suddenly realised she was shaking before the stern looking man and his voice boomed out making her stiff with fear. Just two floors above her head she had held Court at the highest level with no notion of the world hidden beneath her feet, now that was her world and she was just a minion within it!

'Do you know why you have been brought before me girl?' he barked.

She was just getting used to being addressed simply as 'girl' and not 'My Lady' but Tabor used it in a much more demeaning manner. 'No, Sir,' she squeaked, the arrogance of high status now fully evaporated.

He eyed Ingar. 'You will leave the girl here, and remove that dress and return it to me without delay unless you wish to feel that whip of yours across your bared backside!'

Ingar made no attempt to argue and curtseyed, disappearing in a flourish of crinoline swishing out of the room.

'You are of no use in the workshops,' he told Helena bluntly. 'You have other skills. Your reputation is widely known and there are, shall we say, certain gentlemen who would like to make your acquaintance.' Helena blushed knowing where Tabor was leading her. 'You will make a refreshing trophy for some of my masters, Squires and Landlords with little prospect of attending Court will pay handsomely for your treasures Madam.' The Master closed towards her, dwarfing her within his shadow. 'If you agree I will reunite you with some of your finery and provide you with more suitable accommodation.'

Lady Helena knew an opportunity when presented with one and instantly recognised the potential to get out of this hell-hole; her womanly assets had entranced Kings and Lords into giving her what she wanted. Lowly Squires and the like would be putty in her hands, and now the even Master had opened himself to her manipulations, she had stopped shaking. 

'Would the Master wish to sample me to see if I am suitable for these Gentlemen?' she husked, removing the simple dress from her shoulders before letting it slip to the floor. Tabor's cock surged beneath his loose trousers into a bulge of epic proportion as his eyes mopped up her beauty, it had been a miracle that Ingar had not shaved the woman's head and Helena swung it tantalisingly around her shoulders and across her bare breasts. She didn't wait for a reply and knelt before him, delving within to retrieve his rock hard erection, her small hand encircling it and massaging him gently looking upward for his reaction. 

Tabor knew he could have taken her at his command but for the High Born to actually kneel to him and take his cock voluntarily stimulated his desire for her. Countless servants had knelt to his cock before relinquishing themselves to his superiority in return for lesser punishment or better work but Helena was no servant and his erection strained painfully against his foreskin. She peeled him and sank her mouth around its purple helmet, her scheming head bobbing gracefully along its length at the same time planning her exit from the stinking bowels of the Castle!

*****

It was as Princess Natalia were from the same womb as her mentor as she lay beneath the foul smelling Hoggarty, his ugly beard-strewn face staring down at her pretty features cushioned against the long tresses of radiant golden hair. He had stripped her of her gown before discarding his own rags and mounting her lean body with his short, barrel shaped matted torso; his thick hairy legs between her smooth slender thighs. His short yet stubby penis had pierced the puffy lips and slid into her tight cunt making her squeal, the shriek echoing around the dungeon for all to hear.

Natalia knew this was her only way out, the grimy jailor unused to women of any status, his cock slated on filthy street whores and vagabonds desperate to ease their stay within the horror of the thick damp walls of his domain. The Princess had relented after only a day, trading her favours for food and water, the first time the easiest as Hoggarty spewed his load at the merest touch of her fair hand as he shoved his cock between the bars of her cell. 

It was short lived; the next meal came after his huge hand had held her head to the bars as he sank his erection down her throat unable to move and gagging as Hoggarty filled her with his cream. He wanted more but that would mean releasing her from her cell and taking her to his bed and that would put him outside the law, but unable to resist Natalia's stunning charms he finally took her to his lair. 

His inadequate cock did little for her as he pounded between her thighs, her moans of ecstasy drowning out his grunts as she ignored his stench in her bid to beguile him. It was no contest. The Princess had him just where she had planned and the promise of hidden riches if he allowed her escape, too much to resist for a man with nothing but his next meal as his fortune. Hoggarty's balls tightened as he reached his peak, erupting with sudden force. Natalia had pre-empted him, removing his stump from within her, feeling his hot liquid splash high up her belly, she reached down to him and played his little cock to another spurt, knowing then she would be a free woman again!

*****

Mercuria was settling into some order. Daygar's men had satisfied themselves on the fair maidens of the glittering City and the merchants were already intent on turning a profit, business as usual as soldiers from both sides counted the cost of the invasion. 

Queen Flavica had bathed and dressed in her regal finery and addressed the Elders and powerful businessmen to quell any unrest and assure the Capital of their continued security under Daygar's control. Her job done Daygar had stripped her and taken the Queen in her own bed to finally satisfy his long standing lust for this glamorous woman.

The Jewel Queen lay naked, her ankle length raven hair scooped up and wound into a delicate creation on the top of her head, held secure with jewel encrusted golden combs. Her legs were spread as wide as possible and Daygar's swarthy head nestled high between them, his tongue licking and lashing her clit and pussy lips as she held his hair tightly in both hands. 

'Please ... Oh ... My Lord Daygar,' she moaned as his tongue finally penetrated her inner labia sending her into sexual oblivion. She had granted sexual favours before to a very select royal few, among them Prince Irad whom she had found particularly disappointing, his cock puny and his efforts minimal. Daygar had taken her forcibly, punished her like a common street-nymph and dominated her like no other man had even dared and now he was bedding her in a fashion she had only dreamt of! 

She moaned louder as his fingers replaced his tongue, his massive naked body rising above hers heading for her breasts, nuzzling his unshaven face along her flawless olive skin, rasping her as he surfaced. Daygar sucked each hard nub of her pink nipples in turn, slowly teasing them from the pinnacles of her heaving breasts, nipping them gently between smiling white teeth. Flavica could feel his cock, straining and iron hard yet warm and urgent against her thighs and reached down to welcome him, wrapping her long fingers around its girth. 

Now it was the Giant Lord's turn to moan as Flavica massaged his length, her grip tight and demanding. Strange, she thought, how a man of such proportions and strength, a slayer of Kings and scores of hard fighting men could be brought to heel by the action of a woman's small hand!

She guided him to her entrance and accepted him as his shaft split her and sank into her hot, wet recess. As much of a man as he was, his giant throbbing cock was easily absorbed by the voluptuous Queen and Daygar suddenly became impressed at how the delicate woman had taken everything he had thrown at her. Flavica's hazel eyes opened and gleamed with light as he hovered over her with his swollen penis firmly inside her, rocking her with his rhythm, her breasts dancing gently before his eyes. 

His cock urgently wanted release but Daygar wanted more and fought it as vehemently as any other fight, his sword now of flesh and blood but no less ardent, a battle as any other, the prize a glittering Queen. Flavica held him firmly, her long fingers clinging to his bare back, her manicured nails streaking him with blood, urging her legs apart even further to gain more of his length. She climaxed first leaving Daygar free to erupt but he fought on, bringing her again before finally releasing his load of epic proportions, a boiling cauldron at the base of his cock before surging from its head like venom from a cobra. 

*****

Eloise lay deeply asleep on her relatively comfortable straw mattress, dreaming of the day when she became betrothed to Pilatus, the eldest son of the Squire, and of the status and comfort that would bring for her and her entire family. At just eighteen she had become eligible and the promise had already been made and accepted for her hand within the next month, taking her from this wattle and daub hut to the large manor house in the town. 

Her only regret was that her mother would not be there having died from illness two years before, but her joy for her father almost made up for it, his tireless work and frugality in providing her with everything a lowly born tenant farm girl needed to impress their wealthy landlords. Her brother snored peacefully at the opposite end of the sleeping area, her father near the doorway by way of protection.

It was generally a peaceful community but poor people can become aggressive when someone of their ilk begins to rise above them and in the marshy regions of the Kingdom of Kandalla life was difficult and the land unforgiving. All the lands belong to separate fiefdoms overseen by Squires under a cabal of elected Lords and Squires elevated by virtue of wealth with no figurehead as such, no King or Queen with implicit rule leaving the Kingdom to virtually run itself. 

Eloise had been selected for high status solely by her looks, her yellow hair and blue eyes a rarity among the womenfolk of Kandalla, her lissom beauty marking her out from other girls, her destiny to have a privileged life in the echelons of power. That was the path chosen for her from an early age and would have been but for the intervention of the terrible hand of fate. Her life was to change to an opposite course within the next five minutes!

Eloise awoke to the desperate sounds of gurgling as her brother struggled pointlessly with both hands at his throat, blood gushing relentlessly from the slit across his windpipe. Three, four, no more, huge filthy men stared down at her as her eyes blinked open, a shrill scream overlaying the dull drowning death throes of her brother. She recognised the hideous men as marauding Sea People, feared and reviled across the entire ten nations and knew instantly she would never see her betrothed or set foot in the elegant manor house.

Instantly a fight broke out between the unwashed monsters of the sea as the value of her beauty became apparent, a brutish hog of a man finally claiming ownership of her, sweeping her from the bed and across his shoulder. Her brother was dead and her father missing as her captor swept her out of the hut towards a fate too terrifying to contemplate, her only asset being her sex and the extra virtue of her exotic looks. 




Lord Daygar - Kingslayer Ch. 10



The air had been forced from her lungs as she was swung across his shoulder like a side of venison and now struggling to breathe as he bounced her across the uneven terrain, a monster arm across her upper thighs. She wore nothing but a flimsy night robe, naked beneath and helpless, her slender arms dangling uselessly down his muscle-bound back, long hair dancing from the top of her head as he marched on.

Eloise knew he would take her back to the freezing wastes of the Northern Islands to a life she knew nothing about, no captured woman had ever returned to tell the tale of what lay in store for her. Suddenly she was being lowered onto her back just inside a small copse of trees, the sweet smell of long grass giving familiar but short lived comfort as her taker scooped her gown roughly to her neck, baring her all for his pleasure. 

He looked like a stocky hog and grunted like one as his hands scoured her cosseted body, ravishing her roughly as she lay inert and powerless, then she felt it. Hard and stubby, his cock found its path between her legs, his hands now spreading her to accept him. Eloise struck at his face and scratched whatever skin she could find but the brute hadn't flinched and she shrieked as his penis parted her labia and swept away her priceless virginity in an instant. Her eyes bulged as his cock found her deep recesses and thrust at her ferociously, never before having even contemplated how rough a man could handle a woman.

She capitulated to him as his hands swept beneath the soft rounds of her bottom lifting her further onto his shaft, fucking her desperately to release the tension mounting in his balls. Eloise knew she was far from the first maiden to be vanquished at his monstrous hands, what she couldn't have know was that she was by far the prettiest treasure Eddoe had ever mounted on his cock. He jerked hard as his balls stiffened to iron sending his hot juices surging high into his conquest!

Eloise squealed like a banshee as she received his load, still fighting helplessly against his dominant physique, his cock still persisting within her until a second wave shuddered through him shocking her into a spasm she would later learn was her climax! Eddoe eased himself from her, satisfied his balls had been slaked and pulled the young woman from the ground, replacing her over his shoulder and heading towards the longships.

The girl couldn't have known that Eddoe was the tribal chief and his settlement was not in the frozen lands north of the Ten Kingdoms but in Cedron, the most Northerly Kingdom, taken by bloody force from the clans who had dominated the desolate lands for centuries. He would normally use his captives for sexual gratification before selling them on or using them as servants, but the yellow haired girl had transfixed him. She may have lost a squire but Eloise may have unwittingly gained a Lord; or even a King if Eddoe had the mind to declare the Kingdom for his own! 

Her arms swung lifelessly behind him as he crossed the rocky landscape to the coast, his arm clamping his treasured prize to his shoulder, unaware she had fainted!

*****

The lowly, yet wealthy Landowner had paid Tabor handsomely for a chance to bed the fallen Lady Helena, a woman of high esteem in Court circles before her downfall. He had witnessed her splendour from afar not having the status to approach her exalted heights but how things had changed. Helena knelt dutifully before him, reunited with her flamboyant satin dress, her buoyant crinolines spread around her, a handful of her long raven hair clenched tightly as the Landowner manoeuvred her back and forth along his rampant cock.

It was all he could do not to unload across her aristocratic face but the cost had been excessive and he intended getting value. Dragging her by the hair towards the bed he tipped her onto her back and canted up her petticoats, wasting no time in spearing her on the end of his erection to salve his genitals deep inside her. Helena played her part, caressing him and squealing in feigned ecstasy as he fumbled around with his over pretentious cock, no match for the pleasure given her by that brutal monster Daygar!

Helena held his balls in her hand as he filled her and knew he was hers to manipulate, her passage out of that hell-hole was guaranteed and the wealthy idiot would take every risk to please his long desired Lady. She had to find Princess Natalia and devise a way to usurp the bastard that was the Giant Lord!

Chapter 11: The Giant Lord heads for Kandalla as news of sporadic attacks by the Sea People had left it vulnerable. The industrial steel making Kingdom of Zoran under the rule of Duke Vadris, known throughout the ten Kingdoms as Iron Man, would have to wait. The Duke's new bride Katriona, a high born from Daygar's own land of Slaveria presented a mesmerising prize having witnessed her beauty at the Court of King Hinea whilst he, then a lowly Commander in the King's army, could only drool over her untouchable splendour!



Lord Daygar - Kingslayer Ch. 11



Princess Natalia writhed animatedly beneath the foul smelling Hoggarty for the last time, her bottom, naked like the rest of her, stinging against the rough straw filled mattress as her jailor fucked her hard. His lust for the delicate Princess knew no bounds, taking her to his filthy bed at least once a day, stripping her bare before kneeling her to his cock. No one could stop him, his power absolute in the dank dark hell-hole of the dungeons beneath the great Castle; as powerful as she had been before there was no answer to his demands and to refuse him meant punishment.

Hoggarty had laid her slender figure across his knees and spanked her without mercy for daring to suggest he washed some of the stench from him before expecting her to accommodate him, there had been no words, just grunts as he swept her from her feet and upended her. Natalia could barely feel his hand on her numbed cheeks as he lifted her from his lap and spread her across his straggly bed and for the second time that day entered her forcibly with a cock that resembled an overripe gherkin. 

The Princess squealed and thrashed at his back as Hoggarty took his pleasure but the plan was working and Natalia had to be strong to see it through. Speed was of the essence, the great hog of a man could not contain his fervour once he had entered her and she knew he would ejaculate within a minute. He was grunting louder and more urgently as Natalia fingered the cold handle of the long bladed dagger strapped to his belt; in his ardour after spanking her he had mounted the Princess without removing his rags giving her the opportunity she had been waiting for.

His cock stopped mid thrust, a loud grunt of surprise filling the dank room as Natalia sank the blade deep into his side as far as it would go; she felt the resistance of bone and trembled as she renewed her efforts to spear him. There could be no error, if she failed she knew her head would roll from her shoulders with one sweep of the executioner's sword, but things were not going to plan, Hoggarty had her by the throat squeezing the life from her between his huge hands. She struggled hopelessly beneath him, fingers desperately feeling for the dagger then she found it at last and slewed it upwards inside him, the blade carving everything in its path.

Hoggarty released the pressure on Natalia's throat and blood spurted from his mouth before collapsing on top of her, expelling the last of her air under his dead weight. It seemed an eternity before she finally wriggled from beneath his body cleaning herself quickly with rags before sliding into the once resplendent gown, now jaded and stained. She needed some sort of disguise and found a ragged sackcloth cloak and hood obviously belonging to the jailor as it smothered her slim frame. Wrapping it about her she fumbled around his body for the keys, retrieving them and slinking from the dingy room into the forbidding dark corridors of the dungeon.

Trembling in the shadows of a dripping alcove she avoided a guard coming from the main gate, continuing towards it keeping to the dark side. Her relief was palpable as she reached the huge iron gates thankfully unprotected, the guard probably heading for instructions from Hoggarty, time would be marked in minutes before the alarm went up. Her fingers shook as she fumbled with the keys, the third attempt giving the longed for 'clunk' of the bolt receding into the lock, then she was out into the City's night and free!

*****

Her twin sister Saria was far removed from the scheming Natalia, completely naked and astride Lord Bowdan lying on his back atop the sumptuous four poster bed, her youthful twenty years doing the work for her Lord half a century older than she. Daygar had gifted her to him to replace Natalia jailed for her treachery. The wise old man feasted on Saria's young beauty, her nubile breasts dancing before him as she rode his stiff cock, the Princess 'rising to the trot' in the spirit of the accomplished horsewoman she was. Her waist length golden hair glistened in the morning sun streaming in from the coloured glass window above them; teasing his arms as he cupped the peachy orbs of Saria's bottom in his gnarled hands. 

The princess had stiffened him with her lips, dutifully kneeling before the old Lord bobbing gently on his cock, her small hand caressing his wrinkled ball sac before mounting his stallion-like erection. He was a gentle man, careful with her unlike Daygar who had all but raped her and her sister, taking their virginity one after the other with his massive cock. Lord Bowdan was nothing like him and she had come to respect his courtesy for her and his generous nature, Saria was happy to supply the old man with his pleasure. Leaning forward she allowed him to gently tease her nipples with his lips whilst bearing down on his penis, spreading her hips to engulf him within her and enhance his gratification.

Saria could feel his urgency and slipped off him, slinking up to him by his side, her hand taking over from her womanhood as she massaged him gently between her slender fingers. His hands worked over her nakedness, rough and misshapen with age but transmitting her beauty through his touch to his cock firmly in her grip. The Princess looked on in wonder as the old man jerked in her hand, his cream spurting high into the air before showering her hand, then another wave and another as he released his passion, laying exhausted.

Princess Saria stroked his wilting manhood then cuddled up to the old man, her breasts teasing his chest with rock hard nipples, her hair now draped onto him, tantalising his upper body. 'My Lord,' she husked, 'can I request a favour?' 

'Anything my young dove,' he whispered, stroking her luscious locks.

'My sister,' she began, 'I can't bear the thought of her languishing in that dungeon. Please My Lord, is there anything you can do to release her from that place?'

'She is lucky to be alive,' he said harshly, Natalia stiffened at his unnatural curtness. 

Saria kissed him gently. 'Please my Lord, for me, make her your slave and have her sent to the kitchens of your Castle. I don't want to see her again but I want her safe, I am certain she must be in danger in that awful place.'

The Princess was still stroking his spent cock feeling it twinge in her fingers yet unable to repeat its performance. Lord Bowdan felt the exquisite pleasure pain of his exhausted cock and wished he could exploit it further but his age was a barrier to that but her beauty was his and he continued to pleasure his eyes on her. 'I will do as you wish, Princess,' he said plainly. 'She will be safe but her life will be harsh and her punishments frequent and there will be no further entreaty from you on her behalf.'

'You are a kind Lord. Punish her as hard and as often as you see fit, she deserves no less.'

She felt his cock stiffen and expel a small trickle of cum in her hand as her words sank in. Little did they know that Natalia had escaped and was now a fugitive wanted for murder, her execution now almost certain.

*****

Simaca could have empathised with Natalia's rough treatment by her jailor. Lord Grojon lacked any grace with women and his handling of her belied her previous status as a Queen. As a hard fighting warrior his women were commoners from the streets or plundered from countless battles, forced to his cock by right of conquest, yielding their treasures without discussion. As a Queen she had been used to the ritual of courtship, to flattery and foreplay, with Grojon as her Lord and master she must accede to his demands but he didn't have any delicacy.

Yet another dress lay ripped and ruined by his powerful hands, discarded to the floor as he stripped Simaca of her petticoats and bodice, throwing her onto the bed beneath his naked muscular body. His scarred face peered down on his Queen as his hands prepared her for his rampant cock, fingers probing her entrance, knees forcing her legs apart to accept him. Simaca squealed involuntarily as his iron hard erection pierced her, hands now slapping her breasts bringing her nipples from within their areolas and squeezing them painfully between finger and thumb. 

Grojon knew he was being unduly rough with his new high-born lady but couldn't help himself having spent years taking women during the heat of battle for his pleasure. He had lost count of the number he had bent to his will, stripping them naked and riding them hard beneath him and Queen Simaca was no different. In her finery she was radiant and almost untouchable to him, resplendent and delicate with an air of authority, a Lady to behold and admire but when stripped of her gowns and lace she instantly became just another woman to slake his thirst on. He fucked her like all the common women he had fucked before her, hard and without mercy until he spent his load.

Simaca had quickly learned her place, no longer a Queen she needed Grojon for her status at Court and as the Commander of the largest army of the ten nations his position was at least equal to any Lord of the Great Chamber. She gripped his back as he relinquished his visceral juices into her, his buttocks tightening then thrusting his balls between her legs, girlish moans in feigned pleasure at his climax. Relieved as he slid from her she covered herself and lay quietly as Lord Grojon dressed in his warlord attire, replacing his still hard cock within his clothing. He would be gone for some time, leading a large portion of his army into Centria to quell an uprising by the dethroned 'Bitch Queen' Boudina.

*****

'Where do you think you're going boy?' the bulky man said grabbing an arm and bringing the slight figure dressed in a ragged cloak to heel. 

'Answer wretch,' said another of the three men. 'The feel of my leather across his backside will loosen his tongue,' he added beginning to pull of his belt.

Princess Natalia had blundered into the three men in the darkness and cowered helplessly in the iron grip of one of them. She knew if she spoke her voice would betray her. 

'Come here beggar boy,' one said as he handled her towards a row of barrels upending her across his knee in one swoop, 'he'll soon talk after I've reddened his hide,' the others stood by laughing.

He swept the cloak up Natalia's legs not noticing her gown beneath the bulky rags of the cloak in the fading light and bared her bottom against his knee, lashing his belt firmly across her already smarting bottom. Her silence was impossible to keep and a shrill cry came from her lips then one of them noticed her hair dripping from inside the hood. 

'That's no boy,' he said, and then noticing her golden locks, 'she's no beggar either.'

The man lashed her several times before halting at the others words, without lifting her from his knee he reached between her legs. 'She's a fucking girl,' he said, startled at his findings, he brought Natalia to her feet pulling the hood from her. 'Who are you?'

*****

Daygar had led his army into the sparse lands of Kandalla, forests giving way to small settlements of poor farmers under local Squires with little in the way of defence against invaders. There had been no need; decades of settled insignificance had left the deprived Kingdom defenceless when the Sea People began their attacks, ironically forced there by Daygar's protection of Octavia. The green isle had long been a favoured hunting ground of the marauders but now the Giant Lord had taken it for himself it was no longer practical for the less sophisticated and under equipped invaders. Kandalla offered easy pickings albeit with less riches but the women had proved worthwhile and hundreds had been captured and taken back to their Northern Kingdom as servants and slaves.

So far the only real opposition had been a raiding party of the Sea People unfortunate enough to have been pillaging a village as Daygar arrived and the bloody battle that followed had left the marauders completely destroyed with some loss to the Giant Lord. They had been fierce fighters but ultimately no match for the better trained army, the locals quickly aligning themselves to the overwhelming force, surrendering their sovereignty to Daygar away from the comparatively puny Squire. The ruling family would soon be ousted from their manor with little effort.

Pietro had turned eighteen just the day before and a life working the land for a pittance seemed inevitable when a contingent of the five-nation army swept into his village. Fear turned to chaos but the opportunity came in the shape of a fallen foot soldier, not killed in battle but crushed beneath a heavy horse from his own side. Pietro was quick to retrieve the small but razor sharp sword, donning the tabard depicting the Giant Lord's colours, from the body and joining the force against his own village. A girl he knew ran from a hut, her dress ripped down to her waist, her young breasts dancing with her stride, she instantly recognised Pietro and ran to him for assistance, a huge bearded warrior in hot pursuit. 

Bernice knew she was about to be raped and her virginity taken from her when the bearded man burst in, ripping her top into shreds with one sweep of his massive hand but had slipped from his grasp as he reached for his crotch. The awful truth of what he intended to do to her as he produced his erect cock had renewed her power and she fled the hut in a terrified blur, seeing Pietro and blundering towards him for protection. The sword and tabard confused her but there was no mistake, he was her neighbour and although slightly younger than she he would surely defend her.

Pietro was in fear of his life as the huge man roared in his direction, Bernice had literally collided with him her arms now firmly around him, her breasts pressed to his chest, the warrior was about to pull her from him. 'She belongs to me,' Pietro said defiantly. 

The beard parted showing grimy teeth. 'Sure about that, boy?' 

'Y...Yes, sir,' Pietro stammered. All about them women being taken as prizes by the invaders. He waited for the bear of a man to strike him and pull the girl away; there would be no contest and he would take her for sure. Bernice clung to him tightly, looking up at him pleadingly.

'Then fuck the feisty little bitch,' he roared suddenly smiling. 'Want me to show you how?' Bernice retightened her grip around Pietro's waist.

'No Sir, she's mine,' he squeaked expecting her to be plucked from him and plundered in front of him. This was a weird situation. Bernice had been his dream for as long as he could remember; just days older than him they had grown together but she had not shared his passion and had rejected his advances many times. Just the day before, during his own birthday celebration she had spurned his desire to lose his virginity with her wanting the son of a squire or tenant farmer, he was too lowly for her. But not now!

'Down on your knees girl,' the bear ordered, pushing Bernice down Pietro's front. 'Show me if he is your master.'

Bernice had a choice, Pietro or the bearded hulk. She sank to her knees and hurriedly probed her young saviour's clothing for his cock, releasing him with a start at his unexpected size, staring at an erect penis for the first time. A huge hand suddenly arrived at the back of her head forcing her forwards, her lips parting to accept him. The bear grunted in satisfaction and waded off to find another and Bernice withdrew Pietro from her mouth looking up at him gratefully.

'If you want my protection you will have to earn it,' Pietro said, suddenly seizing his chance.

Her look displayed a knowing surrender, retaking him in her mouth and sucking his cock eagerly, her saviour from a fate far worse. Pietro placed his hand on her head and urged her deeper, never imagining this day would arrive but this was not the end for her, he had decided to heed the bear's words and would fuck her before leaving his village for good!

Sword proudly in hand the young warrior joined the mass ranks of Daygar's army, no longer a boy but a man having taken his childhood fancy as his prize. Her milky white thighs had matched his dreams as he lifted her dress, splaying her legs wide as he mounted a woman for the first time, Bernice moaning softly as his cock entered her virgin cunt. Her pretty favours had milked him far too quickly. Pietro had suckled her nipples and felt her smooth body before leaving her forever, her dreams of a liaison with a wealthy son swept away by Daygar's forces. The squires and landowners would be ousted into poverty, replaced by Lords loyal to the Giant Lord himself. 

Pietro suddenly had higher expectations than a lowly milkmaid, his cock slaked for the first time and now eager for a taste of a higher class of woman, Bernice had frittered away her chance and now he was free.

*****

'She's that Princess Lord Daygar had thrown into the dungeons for treason,' one of the men suddenly reasoned. The ragged cloak had been stripped from her by the man who had whipped her with his belt and she stood before the three of them in her once resplendent gown, her long golden hair matted with neglect. Natalia ruefully rubbed her leathered behind whilst her mind raced for a solution to this unexpected twist.

'What shall we do with her?' one asked. 

The man with the belt had no hesitation. 'I'm going to fuck this little Princess,' he said hoarsely, marching the hapless Natalia towards a small door. The other two followed, bursting into a small room used as a barrel store for the tavern at the front of the ramshackle building.

'Please wait Sirs,' Natalia shrieked trying to regain some control among her towering captors. 'If I accommodate your wishes will you release me to go on my way?'

The two bystanders looked at each other in awe; the leader grabbed her by the hair. 'You are going to 'accommodate' me whether we agree or not, my sweet little 'Lady'. My cock will ride your royal cunt with or without your permission,' he mocked.

Natalia was getting desperate. 'Sirs,' she gasped. 'Would it not be better for you if I were agreeable rather than forced?' She made her point by reaching to the bulge in his long pants and he winced with pleasure.

'Treat us well My Lady and you can go,' he relented pushing her head down in front of him. 

Natalia needed no explanation and withdrew his cock, sucking his erection greedily, the other two sidling up to him with eager cocks waiting a similar satisfaction from her luscious mouth. The three men looked down in wonder as the Princess bobbed her small golden head along each in turn then back again to requite their pleasure. The leader was the first to take her, bending her over a barrel and raising her gown to reveal her oval woman-fruit, piercing her easily with the swollen purple head of his manhood. Another rounded the front, his cock unable to wait his turn, finding sanctuary down her throat, a handful of hair guiding her to his climax as he unloaded his cream across her face.

The leader had withdrew and was still pumping his load over her as the third entered her, making her squeal as his thicker girth stretched her tightness to its limit, fucking her hard and furious to vent his balls in a series of frantic spasms.

*****

Lady Helena was still uncertain of her future, laying low in the corner of Tabor's bedchamber having been whipped by the Master for daring to coerce the Landowner to take her with him. She had been so certain he would do her bidding after having brought him to sublime ecstasy in her practiced hands that she had confided in him. Master Tabor had stripped her and lashed her harshly before giving her an ultimatum, be his slave or be returned to the ungodly bowels of the Castle's hell on earth. 

The high born Lady had whimpered beneath his whip and begged Tabor to give her another chance to serve him, kneeling to the old man before dancing animatedly on the end of his over excited cock. He had fucked her hard and long, spreading her naked across his dining table, his animal passion inflamed by her unusually long hair, only allowed among high-born Ladies, before leaving her without a decision on her future. Helena had not given up hope of securing her freedom and had learned the hard way to be much more careful next time!




Lord Daygar - Kingslayer Ch. 11



***** 

The journey to the cold, wild and most northerly Kingdom of Cedron had been long and hard, the waves crashing over the longship as they headed into gale after gale. Eloise was exhausted and soaked as her captor; Eddoe slung her over his shoulder to take her back to his lair and her new home. She was little more than a sprig in the hands of the giant hog-backed gorilla of a man who had claimed her for his own and she made no attempt at resistance hoping he would be gentle with her when the time came.

Eloise had no idea what to expect, a cave, maybe a hut similar to the one he had plucked her from but the fortified Castle of a fallen Cedron Lord would have been her last thought. The smell of the partly burned out building hit her nostrils as she hung helplessly over Eddoe's shoulder, moving her head side to side to take in her surrounds. He crunched over debris and climbed stairs arriving at a huge door which he kicked open, entering a large room with a bed, Eloise knew she was about to be taken yet again. 

There was little point in fighting with Eddoe, she now belonged to him and to resist would certainly earn her a severe punishment but with no experience of men before he had taken her in the copse she had little idea what he wanted. She expected to be laid on the bed with her legs parted for him but instead he placed her on the floor, urging her to her knees with grunts and signs, no common language between them. Fumbling inside baggy pants he withdrew his penis and offered it to Eloise who stared at it blankly before touching it with her small shaking hand, jumping back slightly as it jerked in her grasp. 

She knew how to massage a man's cock, she had heard stories of how the village boys tempted the girls into playing with them and Eloise rubbed her hand along the iron-hard erection, veins throbbing along its length. What she did not expect was Eddoe placing his hand firmly on the top of her head and pushing her onto him, a finger of his other hand probing her lips, persuading her to open her mouth. He slid his cock over her tongue to the back of her throat and she gagged briefly before understanding his demands and acceding to him, sucking her new master's cock as hard as she could.

*****

Pietro had been marching for two days at the tail end of Daygar's army, a lowly foot soldier but proud in his tabard with the captured sword, thus far unblooded in his hand. Resistance was low and the small villages they passed offered no fight and capitulated quickly and without harm in return for food for the fighting men. Then for only the second time in his eighteen years he caught sight of Wildfell Manor. The sprawling mix of stone and timber buildings sat proudly atop the only hill for miles and represented the Kingdom's power base with the Lords and Squires dictating to tenant farmers and ultimately the peasantry, Pietro and his kind.

Daygar himself had arrived earlier and the battle for the Manor was underway but it would be no match for him, castles and fortified citadels had been no contest so it was only a matter of time. Kandalla's fighting men were eager to defend their lands and the battle was bloody and furious and suddenly Pietro found himself in the thick of it and for the first time in his life he struck a blow to kill. 

It had been the first time since his village and the encounter with Bernice that he had set eyes on the bearded bear, about to be speared on the end of a pikestaff when Pietro lashed out, taking an arm then thrusting through the chest of the nobleman from the great Manor. The bear turned just in time to see the young recruit save his life and smiled through the ragged beard before pressing onwards, scything his path towards the main body of the fight with Daygar. 

It all seemed over in minutes rather than hours as Pietro entered the shattered remains of the manor defences into a courtyard he had visited about two years before with his father to witness the alliance with Lord Reynod and a young woman called Eleanor young enough to be his daughter. The old man had taken the daughter of a wealthy squire and turned her into his Lady, the highest status in the whole Kingdom, then merely a girl of just eighteen against his fifty or more, glitteringly beautiful with hair of pale gold. But it was her younger sister, Lady Annalise who had attracted his attention, about the same age as him and even more beautiful than Eleanor!

His father had told him never to look directly at a high-born woman, not out of reverence but because to behold such beauty and finery would lead to a desire that could never be satisfied. But Pietro had looked and had beheld a vision he could not comprehend, never before had he seen such magnificence in a girl and never since. His father had been right, Pietro's desire for Bernice would never have satisfied his lust for a woman of such status, but dreams are dreams and many nights he had satisfied his virgin cock with his hand and with the memory of Lady Annalise!

*****

Natalia still lay over the barrel, her gown high up her back exposing everything to the three men now having a second performance with their cocks deep inside her. How had it come to this sorry state, she thought, her mind numb against the constant slap of balls against her, the occasional cock in her mouth as they each waited impatiently for another turn with her. The memory of Lord Bowdan had turned misty and rose-coloured as she remembered his gentle handling of her, the second most powerful man in the ten nations and it had not been enough. Now in the back of a filthy Inn she was offering herself to minions just to stay from the executioner's sword!

Another hoarse, grunting sound filled the small room as another cock was about to explode, hands gripping her hips harshly, pulling her harder onto him then the jerks of feverish release as she accepted yet another load. The man in front of her released the grip on her long golden hair and withdrew his erection from deep in her mouth and rounded her, within seconds entering her rear, this time not her cunt but her arse. Her eyes widened at the new entry and the numbness vanished as he fucked her anally for the first time, her voice shrill and desperate as he pulled her head back with her long hair riding her like a newly broken mare. 

Natalia was still in shock and trying to recover some dignity when one of the men hoisted her across his shoulder. Within minutes she was back at the dungeon, the men had reneged on the deal and handed her over. Her head would roll within hours!

Chapter 12: Forces are gathering against Daygar as the Sea People and the combined armies of the remaining Kingdoms force his hand.



Lord Daygar - Kingslayer Ch. 12



Lord Henrick and Lady Celica had become established at Court in the captured Kingdom of Arania having been left to oversee the now annexed lands as Lord Daygar proceeded with his other conquests, the twin Princesses having been taken to Slaveria. In public they appeared as brother and sister but most knew of their intimacy believing the fiery haired woman to be the dominant player in the relationship. In fact the opposite was true!

Celica lay naked with her legs apart on the huge bed desperate for Henrick to enter her with his rampant manhood, its angry purple head bobbing atop his ten inch rod as he teased her entrance with the tip of her own riding whip. Henrick had watched in awe as his sister had slowly unlaced her tightly corseted satin dress, letting it slip from her tall slim figure into a pile around her heavily embroidered Court shoes. Her white breasts spilling from the under bodice, as she had leaned towards him, her hand plying his expectant erection as he drank in her beauty.

Her legs were long and slender, shapely and silky, sheathed in hand woven stockings and held high with garters of lace and ribbon, his hand immediately going for the wispy red patch of pussy fur at the junction of her legs. Celica bent into his lap and suckled the purple head as her fiery curly locks danced around his groin, her heady perfume replacing the air in his lungs. He shifted in his large chair, his naked buttocks suddenly feeling the cold of the polished oak as his sister sucked him with a passion.

This was a repeat of the scenario all those years ago when she had first persuaded her brother to 'experiment' with her, leading to each of them losing their virginity to the other. Now the pair were reunited it was he in control having won her during the battle for Arania and the shift of power had left the slightly older Celica breathless. She had never been dominated by anyone but Henrick knew how and she craved it.

He had massaged his stiff cock as he watched his sister shed the bodice, her ample breasts swaying before him as she slowly peeled down her stockings and bent naked over the end of the bed, her bare bottom inviting his punishment. Henrick lashed her at least a dozen times with her riding whip his other hand sliding back and forth along his cock as he watched her reddening orbs dancing wildly beneath each stroke. Celica had moaned for more but Henrick had ordered her onto her back with her thighs spread wide, her cunt leaking with anticipation as he pussy whipped her. 

His sister shrieked in ecstatic pain as he entered her at last, his cock sliding into her juicy entrance without resistance, fucking her hard with his tight, swollen balls dangling in the void between her legs. Her nipples almost bursting from the pinnacles of her breasts as the heat of her whipping mingled with the rough handling of his cock within her, both climaxing as one.

*****

Princess Layia lay comfortably on her back as her handsome young Lord Cevert worked feverishly between her legs, his tongue licking the wispy golden triangle of pussy fur before flicking in and out of her entrance. Her wide blue eyes examined the top of his long flaxen locks as his head bobbed in front of her, her long fingers streaking through it as she lay in eager anticipation of his handsome manhood. 

She had come a long way since Lord Daygar had deflowered her with his brutal cock, enjoying her man now wildly on heat after he had slowly undressed her. Layia's waist length golden hair strew around her head on the pillow as Cevert gradually worked his way up her, kissing her erect nipples then towering over her, his strong arms supporting his weight above her. His cock nudging at her sex before parting her, entering her gently yet firmly, her mouth opening in a silent moan, red lips moist and wanting his, looking up at him in total acceptance. 

Lord Cevert fucked his petite Princess slowly for as long as his cock could stand before sending his cream into her in a hot rush, her silent moan now very audible as he filled her with several spasms from his loins. He had been ordered by Lord Daygar to proceed to Centria and assist Grojon in bringing Boudina back to heel, he had vowed to resist slaking his cock on his conquests, saving himself for his return to Princess Leyia's bed!

*****

Lady Helena knelt dutifully before Master Tabor, his cock hard and urgent down the back of her throat as she sought to appease him after the whipping he gave her for being disloyal with the Landlord. She was to be allowed another chance and a wealthy squire had paid handsomely for her charms, she would decorate his bed later that day. Tabor held her by the hair as he shed his load across her face, his cock fevered by the thought that only a short time ago he would not have been allowed to even speak to this highest of high-born ladies. Now she belonged to him and although he had sampled her aristocratic delights on several occasions he still could not believe his good fortune.

Helena had accepted his rough treatment in return for her release from the hell-hole of the laundry beneath the huge castle, even the punishment he had given her was better than life under the evil Ingar. Her fortunes had changed dramatically in such a short time, now removed to another world yet only two floors beneath that in which she had trod in the finest silks and jewels with untold power. Not even a Lord would have dared defile her then and yet now she knelt gratefully before a lowly servant, his name and position unknown and of no consequence to those in the exalted corridors just above them. Tabor waited as she sucked the last vestiges of his cream from his wilting cock then released his grip on her long raven hair, leaving her to clean herself and dress for her liaison with his paying client!

*****

If Helena felt her life had changed so much then Princess Natalia was about to feel a far worse change in fortune. The executioner had already visited her cell to measure the length of her neck and assess the strike he would need to take her head cleanly from her shoulders. She had been given the option of standing or kneeling when the fatal blow arrived, she had opted to kneel. 

*****

Pietro stared open mouthed in wonder at the sight unfolding in the courtyard of Lord Raynod's fallen Manor, very different from the visit he had made with his father about two years before at the Lord's betrothal to Lady Eleanor. It had been a glittering spectacle, the old man taking his young bride, selected from the entire Kingdom for her beauty. To Pietro it was her younger sister, Lady Annalise that stole the beauty from Eleanor, far more beautiful in Pietro's eyes and it had been her who had become the object of his dreams since that day.

The courtyard was alive with battle-crazed men taking their prizes from the hoards of women scattered everywhere, his eyes wide at the dazzling displays of naked breasts dancing wildly as they desperately tried to evade capture. His cock stiffened rapidly having only once felt the inside of a woman only two days before, less than a week since his eighteenth birthday, when he had finally parted the milky-white thighs of his childhood fancy. Bernice had been grateful to him for saving her from the brutish bear-like warrior but her favours had failed to fully satisfy his lust for women!

The girl was little older than him as he grappled with her in the melee of scattering females but she was like an eel and pulled away from him, her face a mixture of fear and relief, pretty and untouched by age. Her freedom was short lived, blundering into a stocky foot-soldier with a practiced grip from many battle fuelled conquests, there was to be no escape from him. Her dress parted down the front between his huge hands as if it were paper, spilling out her white nubile breasts which he suckled greedily. The dress slid down to her feet exposing her wispy triangle and Pietro watched in awe as the expert hands of the grizzly soldier wasted no time parting her legs. For the first time he saw the secret folds of a woman's entrance as she accepted her fate spreading her thighs to avoid the inevitably painful force. The soldier's angry cock-head pushed against her before vanishing inside, his satisfaction evident by the short time it took him to dispose of her for another.

Pietro was about to seize his chance with the girl when a hand slapped against his back. The Great Bear smiled through his rough beard. 'Come with me boy,' he commanded. 

*****

When Daygar had dethroned Queen Boudina he had given her Command of the Western Region, a force she herself had battled with during her reign, unable to accept her as their Queen. This would turn out to be a mistake. Boudina had won over the poorly equipped soldiers as their General having disposed of their leader General Davich in typical 'Bitch Queen' fashion by slicing off his cock and balls in the City square of Centria's main Citadel. 

Daygar had expected her to perish among the heathen rabble but the opposite was the case and Boudina had managed to rally support to retake the Kingdom and oust Lord Selwyn, and Daygar's army.

Selwyn had been given the grand title of 'Lord Protector of Centria' by Daygar, a trusted warrior of many battles with only one weakness. Women! Since taking control in the absence of the Giant Lord he had exercised his newfound power among the high-born Ladies, taking them for his pleasure sometimes three in a day. His bedchamber had become his office and his work had become his cock with even lowly maids and handmaidens gracing his bed sheets in between encounters with the Noblewomen. He had become accustomed to having a naked woman at his side almost constantly, whether she be dressed in the coarse linen of a servant or the finest silks of a Lady no longer mattered but one thing was missing. Boudina!

The 'Bitch Queen' had been banished to the mountain regions of the West and only occasionally made the journey to her previous seat of power to update Lord Selwyn of her progress. He had longed to bed her and decided he would take her on her next visit to the Citadel; the dethroned Queen would be the crowning glory for his almost permanently swollen cock. The thought of taking Boudina opened the floodgates of his cock, sending his hot liquid deep into the throat of the pretty handmaiden kneeling before him.

*****

Eddoe grunted his disapproval towards the hapless serving girl for failing to provide Eloise with new clothes and other finery from the captured treasures stored within the Cedron Castle. The girl shook as the huge gorilla of a man continued his tirade in his native tongue, not understanding his words but certainly the tone. Eloise suddenly realised where she had seen the girl before, she was Morwena, daughter of the local squire and elder sister of her betrothed, the wealthy landowning family from whom her father rented his land. She must have been taken sometime before the attack on her village. 

Morwena then recognised Eloise, the lowly farm girl accepted by her family for her brother because of her stunning yellow hair and willowy features. Unfortunately Eddoe had no consideration of status and grabbed the unfortunate girl, sweeping her to his side before pulling her squarely across his knee, his massive hand swatting the seat of her simple gown, raising her legs in full high-kick as he spanked her soundly. Eloise could not comprehend the transformation, Morwena's exquisite gowns and shoes had been replaced by the simple cloth dress of a barefoot servant, writhing helplessly on the huge man's lap. She scrambled to her feet and scurried away to fetch suitable attire for his new consort.

Eddoe had left the bedchamber by the time Morwena returned, her arms full of sumptuous gowns once belonging to her.

'Morwena,' Eloise gasped. 'What happened?'

'The Sea People took us completely by surprise, taking everything in their path, our jewels, clothing and furniture then us, all the women, me my mother and our servants.'

'What of Pilatus?' 

Morwena shook her head. 'They were fighting the marauders, Pilatus and our father but no one knows of their fate, they hopefully fled the area when all was lost.' She spread the clothing across the huge bed. 'Now I am now your servant and you are my Lady,' she squeaked almost in tears. 'Lord Eddoe has commanded me to look after your needs and to disobey him would be unthinkable. He would have me sent to the fields or worse, the punishment you witnessed is nothing compared to what it could have been.'

'Please Morwena, this cannot be so,' Eloise blurted hardly comprehending the Lady's change in circumstance. 'I will speak to Eddoe; he will soon see you are a Lady of status.'

Morwena shook her head. 'Do not be foolish Eloise,' she implored. 'Eddoe knows where he plucked me from and has no regard for our customs or ranks. You are his chosen woman and the rest of us are here to serve you. I am alive and fortunate to have you as my mistress. It would be better for both of us if you were to treat me as your servant, My Lady.'

Eloise stiffened at the realisation of how their roles had reversed in a matter of days. She would try to look out for Morwena and minimise any punishments Eddoe would give to her.

*****

Natalia knelt with her head almost touching the floor, her long hair pooled around her like liquid gold, not daring to look up. Total silence filled the chamber until a familiar voice broke it.

'Bring her closer,' Lord Bowdan commanded. Two handmaidens ushered Natalia towards the bottom of three steps leading to the seated figures of her former consort and her twin sister Princess Saria. Do not dare to gaze upon us girl,' he rasped as the wretched Natalia was forced back to her knees.

Princess Saria sat in total silence, not daring to utter any sound, relieved that her new consort had honoured his word in bringing Natalia to Bowdan Castle. Word had arrived that the Princess had been recaptured and the gentle Lord had sent the Lord Provost in haste to have her released into Lord Bowdan's hands. As the second most powerful Lord in the five nations his word was law and it had been easily arranged. Bowdan and Saria had travelled across Slaveria to his estates to witness Natalia's final journey into obscurity, as a mere slave in the old Lord's ownership. 

'Shear her head,' he commanded. A burly guard took charge of the disgraced Royal and sliced through the river of waist length golden hair halving it to the length of a Noblewoman. 'Again,' Bowdan ordered, this time it was reduced to shoulder length, that of a Squire's wife or daughter, symbolising her ever decreasing status within the Kingdom. The guard looked towards Bowdan for instruction. 'Again,' he rasped to the obvious discomfort of Saria. Natalia looked up briefly at her sister now occupying the seat she had so recently enjoyed as the guard took her locks to the nape of her head, that of a handmaiden or serving girl. A brief nod from Lord Bowdan and the shears clipped her to the scalp.

Her gown was ripped from her leaving her naked and a collar bolted around her neck, a slave without any status below even that of a pauper. She was led away by a leash to begin a life of penury within the Castle, never again to witness the splendour she had once so dominated. Unexpectedly Princess Saria carried a wry smile on her lips, her dominating twin incarcerated forever at her will, Lord Bowdan was now fully hers and she would manipulate him and use his power in a far more subtle and meaningful way than her grasping sister had done!

*****

Princess Ameka was in her preferred position astride the hard thick cock, her rhythm perfectly timed to maximise the effect on her exited cunt. She looked down into his face, her ample breasts jiggling before his wide brown eyes, long brunette curls dancing from the top of her head. It was not her consort Lord Peglar beneath her but his much younger brother Esrik, much closer to her twenty years than the politician at almost twice that. He was also much more attractive than Peglar and a better lover, hard and furious in his labours and more than capable of bringing her to an orgasm.

Peglar had been absent yet again, touring Octavia as if he were King, checking defences and making himself popular among the landowning gentry, leaving her to dress in her finery and show a united front between her and Daygar's conquering army. But Esrik was her plaything and fully in her power having caught him fucking Peglar's daughter Saskia. She had ordered him to fuck them both, side by side which he had, first taking the younger woman before her, bringing them both to ecstasy on the end of his very capable weapon.

Both Esrik and Saskia had their silence assured, Lord Peglar would not find any forgiveness for either uncle or niece any more than brother and sister! Ameka lifted herself clear of Esrik's cock and knelt by his side, her head in his groin, her tongue tantalising his angry looking cock-head. He groaned loudly, placing his hand against the mass of curls as he persuaded the Princess to take him fully in her mouth. Ameka's head bobbed before him as she suckled his cock to its conclusion, his buttocks clenching tightly as he expelled his hot juices deep within her throat. She gobbled him greedily leaving nothing but a wilting erection.

Life was good for Princess Ameka. On his return Lord Peglar would shower her with gifts and make love to her gently, spending his saved load in almost no time at all. Ameka responded kindly, enacting the passionate squeals she had made earlier on the end of his brother's more virulent cock. Peglar preferred her hand to her insides and she gently withdrew him, manipulating his length between her fingers until he spurted his sticky cum across her stomach.

*****

Boudina had prepared herself for Lord Selwyn. His lust for her was obvious and she knew he wanted her submission and yet another conquest on his overworked bed. Lady Angelica had remained loyal to Boudina having been raped by a common serf during Daygar's storming of the Citadel and had become a regular in Selwyn's bed. She had sworn her allegiance to the Bitch Queen silently behind closed lips as the self indulgent Lord slaked his lust on her slender body, fragranced and clothed in her finest lace and silks to ensure his continued rapture. 

Selwyn's lips had divulged secret state plans to Lady Angelica as his hands rifled her skirts, his fingers trembling over her silk stockings and lace garters before taking her onto his rampant cock. She had allowed him to ride her frequently as she gained more intelligence for her Queen, satisfied he would be overthrown when the time came.

Boudina wore her trademark ankle-length black gown, split to her thighs and tightly bound at her trim waist, her long auburn hair shining in the morning light of Selwyn's bedchamber. She had arrived early to catch him in his night attire, his cock aching for release after a night of dreaming of his highest conquest. He had slept alone to muster his lust without distraction from an ordinary bed partner and he was hard even before she had arrived.

'You wanted to see me My Lord,' she husked, her lips pouting to her softly spoken words, a shapely leg making an appearance from beneath her slit skirts.

'I think you know why I summoned you Boudina,' he said boldly, his confidence in taking her rising by the second, his cock almost protruding from the folds of his wrap.

'You intend to fuck me, My Lord,' she countered unexpectedly. 'Why else would I have been summoned to your bedchamber Sire?'

Her words hit him like a tornado leaving him breathless. He had never expected her to be so easily bedded. His cock pointed in her direction silently beckoning her to him. Boudina responded by reaching behind her, unclasping the halter of her dress and letting it slide over her breasts, hanging loosely from the tight waist band. 




Lord Daygar - Kingslayer Ch. 12



Lord Selwyn sucked in air as the dethroned Queen knelt before him, her fingers releasing his erection from within and taking him in her mouth, her head nodding into his groin as she sucked him tightly. His hand cradled the back of Boudina's head as she continued to fascinate his cock with her tongue and mouth, one hand sliding along his shaft the other cupping his rock hard testicles. Never in his wildest dreams had he envisaged a Queen sucking on his cock and his heart pounded in his chest at the thought of spreading her legs, his weathered cock reducing her to a mere servant girl as he fucked her once royal cunt.

It was time to take her, his cock now painful from restraint Selwyn pulled her off her knees with a handful of her auburn locks and manoeuvred Boudina to his bed, straddling her and spreading her at the same time, his cock eagerly searching for her opening. Her hand encircled his rod and he looked down into her steely eyes, just moments from nailing the bitch like a common whore.

By the time he felt the cold steel it was too late, Boudina had expertly sliced him at the hilt, a razor sharp Zoran dagger concealed in the waist of her gown, presenting his cock before his horrified face. That last kneejerk leap from the bed was his last; collapsing to the floor clutching the jewels that remained in Boudina's hand, blood oozing from him like a stream. He died with his own cock choking off his airway, his eyes wide and unblinking as she pushed it down his throat and clenched his nose!

*****

Eloise was still shocked despite the insight given to her by Lady Morwena, raised as the daughter of gentry and destined for high status and now her maid. An interpreter had been found and the farm girl had interceded on Morwena's behalf with Lord Eddoe who had agreed she could move into the servant's quarters next to their bedchamber. She had also found out that Eddoe was in fact the leader of the entire Sea People nation and had declared the northern Kingdom of Cedron as his own, he also intended Eloise to become his consort and everyone now addressed her as a Lady.

The banquet was lavish and the guests dressed in the most extravagant clothing and Eloise had been given a gown of such fine silk and lace she could scarcely believe such luxury even existed. Morwena had bathed and dressed her in a fashion only a woman of high status would know and gave her instruction on how to behave at such an elegant function. Lord Eddoe had been transformed into a model host, his clothing obviously having been plundered from a wealthy conquest and gold and silver glittered from all directions.

Eloise was seated at the head of the huge oak table alongside Eddoe to her right and the beautiful Katriona, Duchess of Zoran to her left. Her husband, the great Duke Vadris sat next to Eddoe with the interpreter between them. Their wealth and power were obvious; Zoran was the most industrial of the ten nations supplying steel and weapons to every army and even beyond the nations through the merchants of Queen Flavica's Mercurian fleet.

It was not the glittering guests or the indescribable finery she had worn for the first time that had shocked Eloise, it was the way high-born leaders conducted themselves. Lord Eddoe behaved as if nothing was out of place as he sat next to her at the head of the long table, his hand beneath it stroking the head of the naked girl kneeling between his legs. Duke Vadris was even more complacent as another naked girl worked hard at his groin, her head just visible to Eloise as it bobbed dutifully, occasionally removing him from her mouth as she used her hand to keep him hard. 

Lady Morwena made no attempt to look towards Eloise, returning to Lord Eddoe's cock, desperate to please him and avoid another spanking over his knee. Eloise felt her face flush red and tentatively looked towards Katriona who sat impassively, nibbling on some hand-cut fruit, seemingly oblivious to her husband now urging the hapless girl, unknown to Eloise, to take him deeper into her mouth. 

Having been brought up in a small working community where women were respected as sister's, wives or mothers it was a shock to see the excesses of their Lords and Masters. Here women were trophies, pretty women were feted and spoilt, others were punished and made to work and all accepted their place at the knee of their men. Eddoe pushed back his chair and hoisted Morwena from her knees, bending her naked body over his lap and slapping her bare bottom several times with the flat of his hand to the obvious amusement of the other men. Vadris responded with his girl, little older than Eloise and obviously a high-born judging from the long length of her raven black hair, she went across his knee, her olive skin reddening rapidly, the echoing sound of hands on bare bottoms resounding around the great hall. Katriona didn't flinch.

*****

Morwena had helped Eloise out of her exquisite gown and under bodice, preparing her for Lord Eddoe, now fired up after having his cock sucked by her maid. From her position between his legs Morwena had heard the interpreter relaying between the two leaders and recounted it to Eloise. A pact had been made between the armies of Zoran and the Sea People to defend against any attack by Lord Daygar. Duke Vadris had also mentioned a similar pact with Queen Boudina, having helped her overthrow Daygar's man, Lord Selwyn to retake Centria. A war with the ever expanding Daygar's empire was brewing.

Eloise played her part as Eddoe peeled away her night dress, his huge hairy chest tickling against her breasts as he fingered her clit, spreading her legs wide to receive him. She could only wonder at the number of women who had yielded to his brutish cock and yet with her he was forceful but gentle in his approach. His erection slid between her labia and entered her deeper than ever before and she squealed in a mixture of pain and pleasure, she was beginning to enjoy the sensations his cock gave her and suddenly felt jealous of Morwena, having knelt to him, sucking him to his hardness in preparation for her!

Not twenty yards away the beautiful Katriona, Duchess of Zoran and new bride of the great Duke Vadris lay naked over his knee and the hand that had spanked the bottom of the unknown Lady in the great hall now spanked hers. She squirmed against his erection, tantalised by her Master's domination over her, wishing he would use his whip on her as he sometimes did, always ensuring that the marks would be hidden beneath her sumptuous gowns. She too was jealous of the spanking he had given the girl but she knew his cock would be hers alone. Katriona scrambled off his lap and assumed the same position as the girl had done earlier, fingering his erection in her small hand, kissing his balls before running her mouth along its length. The bulbous head slid between her red painted lips as the huge creation of hair atop her head bobbed in front of him. 

Eloise was unable to remain silent as Eddoe shed his load furiously into her, the jerks of his balls slapping against her as he drained himself. Unknown to her Katriona also squealed as Vadris nipped her breasts in his teeth as his ardent cock lunged deep into her cunt, firing his hot load into the radiant Duchess.

*****

Pietro had followed the Great Bear as ordered; entering Lord Reynod's captured Manor, his eyes trying to take in the splendour of the place against the filthy hovel he was raised in. The Bear had a name; several groups of men had stood to attention at his arrival and called him Commander Bessant, Pietro had no idea he was the leader of Daygar's invading force. Bessant proceeded unhindered, the Manor now safely occupied, towards the chamber where the hierarchy would be holed up.

'Where is Lord Daygar?' Bessant demanded. The Yeoman nodded politely towards the huge doors, the Bear headed in that direction. 'He's with me,' he snapped as the soldier halted Pietro in his tracks, before waving him on, wondering what a gawky lad would be doing in such exalted company.

'Ah, Bessant,' Lord Daygar offered.

'My Lord,' Commander Bessant said, bowing deferentially at the Giant Lord then in response to Daygar's quizzical look. 'The lad saved my life. I owe him a little something.'

Pietro felt very unsure of his situation as he entered the huge chamber at the centre of the great Manor, tentatively looking around at the opulence surrounding him. His eyes widened. Daygar was sat in a large oak seat, obviously that of Lord Reynod but he was nowhere to be seen, two women stood in front of him and his heart quickened at the recognition. Lady Eleanor and her younger sister Lady Annalise stood silent and still, resplendent in matching white gowns, trimmed with gold and lace. The last time he had set eyes on those truly mesmerising women was on that day with his father at the joining ceremony between the old Lord Reynod and the young Lady Eleanor, now about twenty years of age. 

'What of Reynod?' Bessant enquired.

'Killed in the battle,' Daygar answered simply. There was little sign of sadness at that news from either girl, both physically shaking as the two huge men spoke as if they were not even there.

Bessant looked directly at them for the first time. 'And these two little nymphs?'

Daygar smiled. 'Reynod's widow and her sister. Both have agreed to yield to me.'

Pietro had no idea what was going on. The Giant Lord knew, Commander Bessant knew and the two women understood the implications of their capitulation. He was still enthralled by their iridescent beauty, the image of Lady Annalise different from that which had satisfied his young throbbing cock in his hand for two years, she was far prettier than he had remembered. Suddenly he felt his bulge growing.

'Take off your gowns, My Ladies,' Daygar said suddenly. Bessant had taken a seat by the Giant Lord's side, Eleanor stood before Daygar and Annalise before the Commander.

Pietro decided he had heard wrong but then Lady Eleanor slowly drew the ribbon holding the front of her ankle length gown and it slid open. Lady Annalise began to do the same. He was standing several yards to the side of the two seated men with a good view of the women as they obeyed Lord Daygar without question. His eyes popped and the sound of his pounding heart seemed to deafen him as the elder sister shrugged the gown from her shoulders, her white breasts bouncing gently with the action. Pietro's cock was fully erect as Lady Annalise copied her sister, the gown parting widely before sliding to the floor behind her, his eyes soaking up her petite breasts and pink nipples before instinctively travelling to the wispy little triangle of hair at the curve of her smooth peach belly. Both wore only woven gold court shoes.

Daygar was the first to move, pulling Eleanor towards him, moving her sideways and tilting her across his parted knees. The staccato sound of his hand on her bare bottom made Pietro jump then Bessant followed his Lord's lead and quickly put the fair Lady Annalise over his lap, his hand joining the cacophony of the spankings and squeals from the women. The girls were brought back to their feet and both men stood, towering over their conquests, hands on heads persuading them to their knees.

The young Pietro was rooted to the spot as first Daygar's swollen cock then Bessants, sprang from their tunics, both women accepting their fate, sucking tentatively on the offered erections. 

'Come here boy,' Bessant ordered. Pietro crossed to his side and Lady Annalise seemed to notice his presence for the first time. 'You proved yourself today lad,' he boomed, 'and saved my life into the bargain. This young lady will be your reward.'

He moved to one side as Pietro eagerly fished for his rock-hard cock, struggling to free it from his tight clothes. It sprang out almost hitting Annalise in the face. Without protest she touched it gently then placed her mouth over its pale pink head, smaller and less angry looking than the one she had just left. Pietro stroked her soft hair, the colour of pale gold as she began to suck his cock; the high-born Lady his father had said was unattainable kneeling to him naked, eager to please her new master.

Her luscious tight virgin cunt was everything he had imagined it to be as he fucked Lady Annalise as expertly as his fresh cock would allow, having only Bernice the milkmaid to its prior credit. Her sister squealed loudly at her side as the seasoned cock of Lord Daygar took Lady Eleanor by force. Pietro was excited beyond all measure; her scent invading every one of his senses, the feel of her soft skin tingling his fingertips, her wetness easing the passage for his throbbing cock. His head spun with the feeling of unreality, expecting to be woken from his dream but it was no dream and Lady Annalise lay beneath him as she had so often his imagination. He had held it together well and surged into her having fucked her several times longer than he had managed with his virgin attempt two days earlier!

Daygar took his time with the delicate Lady Eleanor, enjoying her treasures as he probed every centimetre of her sex with his massive cock, her little pink nipples had grown into acorn sized nubs and danced erotically on the summit of her soft white breasts. Her mouth half open in silent a moan displaying perfect white teeth, her tongue flicking between her red painted lips, the girl was actually enjoying riding his cock!

How could either of them have known that Lady Eleanor had been starved of sex by Lord Reynod, unable to reach an erection and uninterested in women! She was pleased when Daygar handed her over to Bessant, a fresh cock to appease her desperate appetite. Eleanor tightened herself around his cock and rode it like a whore to the obvious surprise of the seasoned Commander, he responded by taking her as hard as his swollen length would allow, the girl shrieking animatedly as he emptied his straining balls.

Daygar's rage was impossible to conceal as the news of Boudina's overthrow of Lord Selwyn reached him. 'The Bitch will choke on the end of my cock,' he ranted at hearing how he died.

Chapter 13: Six Nations had fallen to Daygar, only four left but forces were gathering against him as they sought to protect themselves from his advances with the added turmoil by Boudina in Centria.



Lord Daygar - Kingslayer Ch. 13



Natalia had been stripped of everything. Her flowing golden hair had been shorn to her scalp, erasing the outward sign of her once high status as a Princess completely, the lush satin and lace gowns replaced by a simple sackcloth dress leaving nothing to distinguish her from any other slave girl. 

Five men sat around a small table in a forgotten small room of a cellar in Lord Bowdan's huge castle playing cards for what little money they possessed. Natalia was at their beck and call, bringing food and ale as requested, the Princess now a servant of servants with no voice and no rights. One of the men grinned at her through broken teeth as his hand slid up her rough dress, all too short by any normal standards, his fingers teasing her pussy as she presented him with more refreshments. To repel his advance would earn her a harsh punishment, she had no status and the men were completely unaware of her previous life. She was just a slave girl like all the others, there to obey without question. 

His hand disappeared to play his card and she moved quickly to the next man upsetting his tankard in her rush.

'Stupid bitch,' he stormed as the ale seeped into his groin. 'Suck it off slave,' he boomed, grabbing Natalia by the neck and forcing her to her knees, her head pressed into his lap. Her tongue lapped around the wet patch surrounding his growing bulge. 'Stay down and do it properly,' he ordered, pulling his erect cock from his clothing and forcing her head onto it. She knew better than to disobey and sucked his growing penis without a sound. Satisfied, he went back to his game, Natalia's bald head bobbing back and forth between his legs. The card made for a losing hand and he threw it into the middle of the table, taking some consolation from having his cock sucked. 

'If I don't cum inside two minutes you will feel the heat of my belt girl,' he grumbled, pushing her head further onto him, Natalia responded, tightening her mouth around his stubby bone. Thankfully he spewed his hot load into her before pushing her back to the floor.

Three were out, just two of the men left in the game. One of them was Wenlock, the lowly servant to Lord Bowdan's foot soldiers who had brought Natalia to serve him during the gambling session, and Scabious, a scruffy farmer with gnarled filthy hands and unshaven face. He was burly from years of endless toil on the land with two blackened teeth and long unkempt greying hair. Both studied the dog-eared cards in front of them, eyes flashing eagerly to the pile of money in the middle of the table. Natalia had noticed the feeble pile of coins, all bronze with no silver or gold and reflected that the little 'hoard' would not even have purchased a small comb for her golden locks when she was still a Princess!

To the five gamblers the coins represented their combined wealth and both Wenlock and Scabious were keen to get their hands on it but neither had anything left to wager with.

'I'll wager my dog against the slave girl,' Scabious declared, eyeing Natalia with a mixture of curiosity and contempt. He clicked his fingers and the hound scurried from a corner to his side.

'She don't belong to me,' Wenlock said sullenly. 'She belongs to Lord Bowdan.'

'Who cares about a slave,' he countered. 'Bowdan is unlikely to miss her, besides she's weak and skinny, not much use to anyone. My dog is a hunter and will keep you in rabbit and pheasant for little return.'

'She can suck cock,' ventured the man Natalia had serviced. He rubbed his crotch, 'bet she has a tight little cunt. It's a fair wager.'

Wenlock and Scabious spat on their hands and shook on it. Natalia looked on in amazement and then eyed the obedient hound, both of them wore collars and now she was valued at less than that of a dog!

Cards were turned and Natalia paled as Wenlock threw his had away in disgust. She had been won by a filthy farmer in a card game!

*****

Lady Helena had bathed and brushed her long raven-black hair before dressing in the only gown she now possessed taking care with her finely woven stockings and garters for she would never again be given such finery. Tabor had hired her out for the night with a Lord of some distinction but no names were mentioned, her job was to tantalise and submit to his desires without hesitation, in return she would be spared the hard labour of the laundry where Daygar had dispatched her for life.

The room was dark as she prepared herself on the bed, loosely unlacing her corset bodice to give him easy access to her, also displaying her heavy breasts to their fullest. The door creaked and a shaft of dull light entered along with her man for the night, he closed it and stood in the shadow, tall and stocky in his robes, a long sword strapped from his waist almost touching the floor.

'My Lord,' she husked in greeting.

'My Lady,' he said in a soft but authoritative voice.

'Would you have me undress for your pleasure My Lord?'

There was an uneasy silence, the man had not moved towards her and she felt unsure of how to proceed. If he was displeased with her she knew Tabor would whip her and send her to Ingar and that hell-hole of the laundry.

Helena was fearful. 'I beg you My Lord not to tell Master Tabor of your disapproval of me. Is there some way I can repay your kindness?'

Still silence but the man finally moved slowly towards her. 'There is no disapproval My Lady,' he offered tenderly. 'I would prefer it if you stood.'

Lady Helena's ears pricked up. That voice, she was certain she knew it. Rising from the bed she adjusted her bodice and her breasts to a more appropriate position. 'Lord Templar, is that you?'

'At your command, My Lady,' he said finally.

Helena fainted but Templar caught hold of her before she fell, sweeping her slender form to him and holding her tightly. Her eyes slowly opened as if frightened of awakening from a magnificent dream. 'My Lord,' she breathed. 'How have you found me?'

'I have my sources,' he said smiling down at her. Helena dared to look at his face at last, his hazel eyes piercing the darkness. 'You will be safe now My Lady.'

She almost fainted again but resisted it wanting to know more. 'I thought you were dead during the battle. Why are you here?'

Templar led her to the bed and sat at her side. 'I was with King Serif just before he was killed then we became parted in the battle and eventually I escaped when the castle was obviously lost. I have men who are loyal to me and prepared to fight Daygar to regain control of Arania but we need a new figurehead and with the King dead one of the Princesses would be a natural heir to our throne.' 

Helena was still in disbelief, shaking with relief at the prospect of rescue from Slaveria. 'Saria has been made consort to Lord Bowdan and possibly unwilling to go against him and Daygar and I despair at what has become of Natalia. Daygar sent her to prison.'

Lord Templar shook his head. 'I'm afraid Princess Natalia has been put into slavery and her whereabouts are unknown. Her future is very bleak but I have people out looking for her.'

Helena sucked in breath at the news and began to cry for her beloved little Princess knowing the miserable fate of slaves. Templar held a finger at her lips. 'Enough talk, we need to get away from here.' He produced something from a pouch at his waist. 'Forgive me My Lady,' he said holding her head and placing the small phial at her nose. In an instant she was out cold.

Templar hoisted Helena over his broad shoulder and left the room, his huge sword ready in his other hand as he swiftly negotiated the long vaulted corridors. Tabor was the first to die, the blade spearing his heart and emerging from his back, his face contorted in shock, he had never fought in battle and had made no serious attempt to defend himself. Two more followed; both guards but out of their league against a seasoned warrior, a small group of soldiers made an attempt to stop him at the dingy little servants entrance to the cellars but Templar's two trusted men made short work of them.

The horses rode swiftly through the City, Templar looking down at the limp figure of Lady Helena bent over the saddle in front of him; her long black hair dancing by his horse's galloping legs, still unconscious from the vapour he had administered. Within thirty minutes they were safely into the countryside and able to dismount and take stock. 

The Aranian Knight could not resist kissing Helena, bringing her back to life with his tender touch, her eyes flickering from her deep sleep, relieved at the sight of her saviour and the surrounding freedom of the forest. He had always wanted her, even made a proposal that was turned down politely yet firmly. He knew she wanted King Serif but never lost hope that is why he had come for her, a task more important to him than even the freedom of the twin Princesses. 

*****

Princess Saria was uncomfortable, her small naked body pressed into the huge bed by the weight of Lord Bowdan on top of her, his cock deep inside her but unable to spring its liquid, her insides painful at his persistent efforts. He desperately needed release from the tensions building within him. Incandescent with rage at the news of Natalia's loss and Boudina's re-emergence in Centria's Citadel, the death of Lord Selwyn and a possible pact with Zoran and Cedron, together with the unexpected interference of the Sea People had left him anxious. 

The old man was struggling to assimilate all the various problems whilst Daygar was out of contact in Kandalla and he needed a distraction. Saria had dutifully knelt to his cock and hardened him in her luscious mouth before removing her shimmering gown and displaying her young womanly assets for his delectation. The Princess had lain beneath him wearing nothing but her finely woven stockings and embroidered shoes and garters of lace and ribbon high on her thighs. His cock had entered her easily but despite all efforts by the twenty-year-old girl his seventy odd years were taking its toll and his cock stubbornly failed to deliver its bounty.

Bowdan was becoming irritable, annoyed at the lack of productivity for his beautiful maiden but his troubled mind held him back. Saria sensed his plight and reached down, gently easing him from her and entwining her slender fingers around his hardness, working him slowly just behind the flange to his cock-head. His relief was almost instant, her hand taking over his anxiety, relinquishing him of the work, easing his erection to its fullest extent, not too fast or too slow, just right. She felt his hot cream spreading across her stomach and continued to relieve him of his burden, leaving his shaft to cup his balls tenderly before returning to extract another flush from his ancient manhood. 

Bowdan slid from her and lay on his back at her side, her hand still gently caressing him as he wilted between her fingers then she slid across him, pressing her small but nubile breasts to his lips encouraging him to suck her nipples in turn. She climaxed against him oozing her juices into his groin releasing his pent-up frustrations freeing him to turn his attentions to helping Daygar fulfil his conquest of the ten nations. With Natalia almost certainly dead she would be in the perfect position to take advantage when the time came and her allegiance to the old Lord, the second most powerful man in the Kingdoms would without doubt place her at the centre of things. She came again at the thought of how powerful she could become! ***** 

Lord Daygar sat astride the huge white charger once belonging to King Serif, halting on a cliff overlooking the dark blue sea, a small band of his men accompanying him to meet Queen Flavica. News of her surprise arrival had reached the Manor in Kandalla by messenger and he responded at once, annoyed that the Queen had taken the risk with the Sea People marauding freely along that coastline yet enthralled by her eagerness to see him. 

Commander Bessant would take control of Kandalla with Lady Eleanor secured as his consort, and the lad Pietro who had become something of an adopted son to the bear-like warrior with her sister Annalise as his gift for saving Bessant's life. 

The golden ship rounded the headland escorted by two smaller craft as they headed for the natural harbour of Kandalla and Daygar's eyes widened at the approaching spectacle. Flavica stood on the prow resplendent in a shimmering golden gown, her long black hair spun into a huge creation on the top of her head making her appear much taller than she was. The gown fluttered in the breeze as they hove to, men going about their business in securing the vessel. Daygar dismounted and crossed the gangway to welcome her.

'You should not have come Your Highness,' he said curtly by way of a greeting.

'Are you not pleased to see me, My Lord?' she husked. The sex in her voice made Daygar's cock surge beneath his tunic.

'These are dangerous waters Your Highness. Kandalla is plagued by the Sea People and the Kingdom of Celestia is still a mystery even for you.' He was referring to the narrow kingdom separating Mercuria from Kandalla, almost entirely forest with a population almost unknown, strangers keeping well away from its dark hidden land. 

Daygar escorted Flavica into her sumptuous cabin, waving away the servants waiting to attend them. He pulled her close to him, looking into her deep eyes and tinted face, her olive skin soft to his touch. Her hand slid between them and found his growing bulge.

'Is My Lord angry with me?' she whispered, playing his length with the tips of her fingers. 'Will you punish me, My Lord?' it was more of a suggestion than a question. She felt his cock surge at her words and looked up at him with expectant eyes, urging him to punish her, to take her over his knee as he had before, to spank her hard before dominating her with his manhood. Her pussy suddenly felt wet and she licked her lips as his hands arrived at her waist, turning her slightly, positioning her as he had before, pulling her to him between his legs as he seated himself on the edge of the huge table. 

She went willingly over his left knee, her stomach churning at the prospect of the fire he would light across her bottom, the one man in the entire known world who would dare treat her in such a way. Daygar's hand swatted the tightly stretched golden fabric of her gown, his cupped palm matching her delicate curves, the sound reverberating around the cabin, spanking her hard until she kicked her heels high above his lap. 

He lifted her from his knee, her breasts heaving rapidly from the low-cut gown, her face a dusty red, panting with anticipation at what was to come.

'Did Lady Eleanor yield to you My Lord?' she asked suddenly. Daygar nodded surprised at her enquiry. 'Did she kneel to you My Lord?' Daygar nodded again. 'She is young and very pretty. Did you enjoy her?' 

'Of course,' Daygar said simply, 'but she is a mere Lady. No man could resist a Queen of such beauty,' he whispered, his hand cupping the nape of her neck as he persuaded her down. Queen Flavica sank to her knees and withdrew his stallion sized erection, sliding him between her lips and over her tongue, engulfing him with her tightening mouth, sucking him greedily. Wide eyes looked up at him for approval, finding it in his pleasure contorted furrowed features.

Flavica gasped as Daygar pulled her to her feet and bent her over her cabin table, raising her gown with one sweep of his huge arm, the other finding her with stubby fingers, preparing her for his swollen cock. Her gasps turned vocal as the Iron Lord embedded his shaft to its hilt, riding his Queen like a common whore to her obvious delight, injecting his liquid fire deep within her regal cunt.

*****

Duke Vadris stood with hands on hips looking down on the head of the mysterious dark skinned young woman he had been gifted by Lord Eddoe as she bobbed daintily on his cock-end, savouring his purple mushroom. The girl was relieved to be free of Cedron, preferring the more sophisticated society of Zoran even if she were just a plaything for the wealthy Duke, his bride; the Duchess Katriona lay just feet away, naked on her back ready to receive Vadris once he had satisfied himself with her. 

Vadris stroked her long black hair as she went about sucking his cock, the mysterious girl not a mystery to him, he knew perfectly well who she was and it pleased him knowing her high status was his to command. She was royalty; he knew that even though she had not been feted since reaching her eighteen year and becoming eligible. Compared to her Katriona was a commoner but she had no idea and lay waiting for the mysterious handmaiden to prepare his cock for her.

The Duchess squealed animatedly as Vadris rode her with a cock harder than she had ever known, the girl having been sent away, Katriona misguidedly thinking it was her golden assets he craved. The Duke's mind was elsewhere, wondering what it would be like sheathing his cock between her legs, he had sampled her skills on her knees but had resisted having her on her back. That was a pleasure he wanted to savour and the longer he resisted the better the pleasure when the time came to take her fully. Katriona in sublime ignorance rode his hard rod then accepted his load gracefully.

*****

Women can be so different in their pleasures. Whilst Queen Flavica had willingly succumbed, bending over Lord Daygar's knee to receive her spanking, the opposite was true of Morwena. Once again the Lady-turned-maid had unwittingly nurtured the disapproval of Lord Eddoe by outshining his precious Eloise with her inborn etiquette. Grunts and gestures were his only language and Eloise stood by helplessly as he dealt with what he considered to be the lowly servant's haughty behaviour. 

Morwena squealed as Eddoe marched her towards a chair, sitting with his huge legs apart before sprawling the struggling woman across his knees. The simple dress had been replaced by a more appropriate maids dress with a single petticoat which the giant man swept up her legs and over her back, exposing the girl's bare behind. Eloise could only stand watching, hands to her mouth as the young woman so recently her superior flailed her arms helplessly as his huge hand swatted her cheeks to crimson. To intervene would be futile and Eloise would probably be exchanging positions with Morwena, she decided to remain silent. 

Eddoe was determined to put the girl in her place and by the time she had scrambled from his knee even the feel of her petticoat made her wince but the ape of a man had not finished and quickly brought Morwena to her knees. Eloise turned away as Eddoe fed his erection to the contrite maid who sucked at it eagerly, desperate to release his anger rather than receive more punishment. Her fall from grace was complete as Lady Morwena became a common servant with the hot surge of Eddoe's cream across her face.

***** 

Although Daygar had taken the main Manor of Lord Raynod, the rest of Kandalla remained in a state of lawless confusion as the remaining fiefdoms within the Kingdom struggled to defend themselves. The lowly farm workers and serfs had taken up arms against their oppressors and joined Daygar just as Pietro had done to oust them from their sumptuous Manor's. Earl Minetto had dispatched his three daughters to Zoran for protection against the impending invasion by the Iron Lord. Around the Kingdom others were preparing for the assault they knew would be a lost cause, their armies sparse and spread around whilst Daygar's were vast, focussed and well equipped.

Pietro and Commander Bessant were preparing to leave Reynod's Manor to mop up the rest of the Kingdom. Barely a week before Pietro had been a poor land-worker with no prospects. Now he had shed his virginity with Bernice, the girl for whom he had a fancy for most of his adolescence and become a favoured aide to the leader of the occupying forces. 




Lord Daygar - Kingslayer Ch. 13



Lady Annalise stirred beneath him, her tresses of pale gold strewn across the pillow, piercing deep blue eyes examining the features of the young man above her supporting his weight on strong arms as he guided his granite hard cock into her. She knew she had no choice, she had yielded herself to Daygar and he had gifted her to Bessant who bestowed her to his companion, but she was grateful. Daygar had taken her by force, Bessant almost as harshly but Pietro had handled her with extreme care and she hoped he would be allowed to keep her for his own. 

Annalise knew her fate lay in the hands of Daygar but the young man seemed to have some influence and if she were good to him he may wish to take her into his ownership. For his part Pietro had no decision to make, he was enthralled by the golden beauty of his dreams and could not believe even now, hovering above her naked treasures, that she was his. His cock had slid effortlessly inside her, stiffened and lubricated by her pretty mouth as she had discarded her robe and knelt before him, her scarlet painted lips and tongue teasing his bald tip before taking him into her warmth. 

Pietro hoisted his pole into her wet tunnel as far as his length would allow and tightened his buttocks, heaving his weight between her widely spread legs to explore every centimetre of her secret place. Annalise was panting, her mouth open displaying perfect white teeth, her eyes still scanning his face, her fingers clawing at his side as his cock continued to delve deeper. His thrusts were becoming rapid and now he too was panting as he fought to withhold his essence, not wishing for it to end. Her cunt tightened around him, hot and wet as he pounded her, her delicate body withstanding everything he could give her and then he came in several rapid ejaculations, sending liquid passion deep into the woman he had craved for so long. She responded with her own, showering his probing phallus, her bared breasts dancing before Pietro's eyes bringing him off yet again. 

In a much larger adjoining bedchamber a less fortunate Lady Eleanor fought off Bessant's advances. Her first time had been pure lust after an almost sexless relationship with Lord Reynod but she was a Lady and Bessant a mere Commander in Daygar's army. She was having none of it and thwarted his attempts to bed her, slipping from his grasp and using the entire room to display her reluctance to obey a man she regarded as little more than a servant. 

Bessant was growing impatient; he would have her with or without her cooperation and her self-important behaviour would merely heighten his pleasure. He stripped his robes away, leaving him naked, his urgency evident in his fully hard cock and yet Lady Eleanor continued to frustrate his advances. He had her cornered, the bear-like warrior in no mood to play any more games, his expression tense as he vented a fierce desire to fuck his prize.

Lady Eleanor squealed her loudest as Bessant tore the dress from her, his hand tightening around the wad of her pale gold hair as he dragged her to the middle of the room like a cat with a mouse, nowhere for her to escape. He was hurting her and unable to free herself from his powerful hands. A woman could never hope to fend off a man on full heat and she went to her knees knowing his battle scarred bulk had probably forced a hundred maidens before her to yield on his cock! 

He was harsh with her the first time but her struggles had earned her little respect for her high status as Bessant threw her onto the bed, pinning her to it with his huge weight as he satisfied his desires on her pampered, perfumed body. His hands explored every inch of her before impaling her on his cock, sliding into her as easily as a willing conquest despite her continued flailing arms and legs. His strength had overtaken her and finally she submitted to his superiority, her treasures his to plunder at his leisure, the gnarled warrior had toppled the elegant Lady, her haughtiness banished for good.

Bessant lifted Eleanor's legs by her ankles, holding them high and wide allowing his erection its fullest access, her supple young twenty-year-old body almost doubled beneath his huge frame, twice her age and a hundred times more experienced. He fucked the fragranced Lady until her cries finally extracted the cum from his weathered balls, grunting like an animal as he released his charge, skin of leather against skin of satin as he fondled her bouncing breasts. He was ready for battle as he released the girl and left her bed!

*****

'Have you missed me My Queen?' the muffled voice came from between her thighs.

'Boudina's fingers ruffled through the bundle of hair, a long shiver running the length of her spine as the slippery tongue lashed and licked at her cunt entrance. She licked her lips and threw her head back in ecstasy but didn't answer, holding the head firmly to her crotch for more.

Lady Angelica eventually surfaced, sliding her nakedness up the naked body of her mistress, her ample breasts bobbing and scraping across first Queen Boudina's flat stomach then her even larger breasts. Boudina waited for the breasts to dangle before her face then savoured each nipple in turn wetting them with saliva filled kisses, her fingers tingling at the feel of another woman's silky skin.

Men are such uncouth creatures, the Queen mused as Angelica's soft lips met hers, sucking them together in a bond closer than either had made before. Boudina's fingers slid between the woman's legs, the tip of her forefinger finding her clit and working it gently. Lady Angelica stiffened with delight, her nipples hardening to rock as her mistress worked her way inside her, still kissing passionately, tongues visiting each other's mouth. Now Angelica's fingers toyed with her own clit, the blood rushing heatedly to her cheeks as she felt the tenderness that had been missing since her banishment from the Citadel. 

Boudina caressed her faithful companion, trying to say thank you for the ordeal of giving herself to the womanising Lord Selwyn in return for valuable information. She had thought of Angelica and his treatment of her as she had sliced his bastard cock from his balls, the ultimate retribution for a serial fucker!

***** 

Natalia had not dared speak as she followed Scabious to her new home, the filthy farmer towing her along by her leash, the dog following freely! On the very edge of the City perimeter was his hut, willow lathe and cow dung walls providing one simple room. He pulled her inside the dingy pit; her nose wrinkling at the smell then spoke for the first time. 'You'll share my bed when I want you, otherwise you sleep with the dog,' he said nodding towards a pile of straw already occupied by the hound. 'Don't speak unless I tell you to and always call me Master.' Natalia nodded contritely.

Already Scabious was wondering if the slave girl would be worth the effort. He lit the fire and produced some vegetables before explaining how they would be prepared, by the time the paltry meal was ready he had done most of the work! 

'Come here girl,' he commanded. Natalia quivered at the tone of his voice, she knew she would be almost useless to him and his smallholding and feared what he might do with her. It was difficult to judge his age, his hair was straggly and all but grey and his face wrinkled beneath long whiskers and dirt but there was no doubting his strength. Natalia knew he could do with her what he wished, both legally because of her slave status and because he could so easily overpower her, she trembled as she neared his side. 'Take off that dress,' he said simply. 'Let me see what you have to offer me.'

Natalia stripped the simple dress from her shoulders and let it fall to her feet standing naked before him, shaking from the cold and embarrassment. Scabious surveyed his latest asset, slowly taking in every inch of her from head to toe. 'You'll not be much use in the fields, a boy would do more. Do you know how to please a man?'

'Yes Master,' she squeaked nervously, hearing her own voice for the first time in days.

'I've seen you suck a cock but can you do the rest of it?' he said stroking her narrow yellow strip of wispy pussy fur, the only reminder of her once glorious golden hair, his finger nuzzled the beginnings of her womanhood tightly locked behind her closed legs. 'Answer me girl or you will feel my whip?' 

Natalia stiffened at his harsh threat. 'Yes Master,' she squeaked again, slightly parting her upper thighs to allow his finger to slide along the crease of her entrance. 'Please don't whip me, Master,' she pleaded in a weak voice. His finger vanished inside her but she resisted the urge to move away, standing firm, pushing herself further onto him. She could see the bulge at his crotch growing rapidly.

'Kneel to me girl,' he husked, fishing out his stiffening cock.

Natalia responded immediately, her shaven head bobbing gratefully into his groin, his cock possibly the longest she had ever encountered. She had no desire to feel his whip, her hand encircling his erection tightly, plying it back and forth as she sucked its bulbous end. She had hoped to bring him closure but he didn't, hoisting his bulk from the seat he quickly dispatched her to the floor and climbed on top of her between her legs. His length speared her to her full extent and rode her earnestly for what seemed like hours before finally jetting his load inside her; then he chained her next to the dog and slept like a pig!

*****

Kandalla was in total disarray; Commander Bessant led his huge army to the next large encampment, the fiefdom of Malova Manor some hundred miles from Pietro's village, much further than he had ever ventured before. He now rode rather than walked and sat proudly next to Bessant as they marched ever closer. Annalise may be his love but Pietro's stomach churned at the prospect of the prizes to be had there, he sat high in the saddle, not yet an accomplished horseman but eager to learn.

Less than ten miles from them a rabble of eight men had left the fields in search of prizes of their own, nothing left to lose but try to join Daygar's forces. They had a pitchfork and sticks between them when they spotted the horse-drawn carriage easing a path along the rutted track at the bottom of the valley. The thought of riches waiting to be plundered emboldened them, even the two armed escorts couldn't prevent them taking the risk; the life of a common serf was expendable, even to the serf himself. They slid down the valley sides to intercept the small party, surprise on their side.

*****

Grojon went in with a fearsome frenzy none of his men could remember. He was at the head of ten thousand men when they fanned out against Centria's City walls, Zoran's well equipped but pitiful number of men could hardly believe the sight as the giant army of the six nations stormed towards them. Vadris had ousted the occupying army Daygar had left behind easily under the command of the lazy Lord Selwyn but nothing prepared them for this. Retreat was impossible, surrender unthinkable so desertion became the only realistic option, dropping finely crafted Zoran steel weapons in their wake. Lord Cevert had arrived almost at the same time from the east bringing the might of Daygar's garrison from the neighbouring Mercuria; the result would be a foregone conclusion. 

Queen Boudina was still happily embedded in the fragrant treasures of the luscious Lady Angelica when the City walls caved in beneath overwhelming forces and within minutes engulfed the Citadel itself. Desertion was rife, they had experienced the wrath of Daygar's army before and had no reason to do so again, the Citadel was an open door and five minutes later it seethed with invading soldiers.

Boudina and Angelica were both still naked when the sound of approaching hoards filled the corridors outside the royal bedchamber. Just a handful of handmaidens were left stranded with them as they fought to secure the reinforced doors to the Royal apartments bolting and barring each of the massive doors. They were trapped, unable to get out but no one would get in easily.

The 'Bitch Queen' cursed Vadris's men at the top of her voice, cursed her own for their cowardice and herself for her complacency in thinking it would be that simple to retake her throne. The noise was deafening as a herd of men pounded at the great doors. Lady Angelica wept as she struggled into her petticoats and gown whilst Boudina donned her simple black gown and strapped two swords to its tight leather waist belt. 

***** The carriage and horses were a fearsome sight as they thundered through the makeshift barricade, scattering the pathetic pile of logs and branches in its path and trampling two of the serfs into the ground. They would rot where they fell. One them had managed to mount the leading horse, another the carriage with the other four trailing behind waving their simple weapons. A long sword emerged from within the carriage spearing the assailant through the neck releasing his hold and sending him spinning off into the woodland but the other had some success in slowing the horses. 

It was enough for the others to catch up, swarming over the rear and front of the carriage, taking the driver first, the whole thing almost capsizing as the wheels bounced over his body. The two armed escorts had tried to lead the party away until the carriage was invaded, one turned to assist whilst the other went on ahead at a gallop towards the Zoran border about two miles away. The long handled pitchfork found its mark seconds before its recipient took the head of the man who had just killed him. The escort crashing to the ground behind his horse as the headless serf went to his knees before crunching on his chest. 

The three serfs clung to the sides of the carriage as it gradually slowed to a halt, yanking open the doors on either side, one drawing the short straw, shrieking as he tumbled backwards out of it with the long sword right through him. There was to be no further defence as the banshee cacophony of female screams echoed around the forest. Three women of high status clutched one another in a huddle for safety as two serfs out of the original eight finally took control of the carriage. 

Molda was the first to speak. 'Money, jewels, gold,' he shrieked, shaking with fear as he prodded a stick towards the women. 

His brother Jalka repeated the demand and the elder of the women broke the silence shouting and pointing towards the strongbox beneath the seat opposite the terrified women. 'Please don't kill us,' she shrieked.

Molda pulled the black painted box out of the carriage onto the ground and smashed the small padlock with a stone then fell back in shock. The hoard was vast, gold and jewels beyond his imagination and coin aplenty. His brother stood over the box and shook with surprise. 

'Quick, let's go.' Jalka boomed, kicking the lid back over the box and stooping to pick it up. 

'What about them?' Molda said suddenly eyeing the women in finery he had never even dreamed of.

'Fuck them,' Jalka hissed. 'Let's get out of here, that horseman will soon get help.'

'That's what I intend to do,' Molda grinned. 'Fuck them, right here. Who's to stop us?'

'They're high-borns, not for us. We can buy hundreds of women with that hoard.'

'We can't buy them,' Molda insisted. 'This is our one chance to sample some genuine breeding.' With that he threw back the carriage door and entered, his breath sucking inwards like a vacuum at the sight of the three young women. They were obviously sisters each having the same golden brown hair, dancing in long ringlets halfway down their backs, ribbons neatly tied into bows on top of their heads. The dresses were of similar design in satin and lace but each a different colour, the sight triggered his cock to attention. Jalka followed him into the carriage with a similar effect.

'Who are you Sirs?' the elder woman said in almost a cry. 'What are you going to do with us?'

'They're going to rape us then kill us,' the youngest shrieked, her shrill voice almost deafening.

'Who are you?' Molda demanded.

Again it was the elder of the sisters to speak. 'I am Lady Lawinia, daughter of Earl Minetto, these are my sisters Lady Rosa and Lady Emile. You have our treasure now please leave us alone.' The pleas sounded pitiful but fell on deaf ears, both brothers were overcome by their beauty and both sported cocks swollen to bursting and desperate for attention.

Lady Lawinia could see the lust in their eyes and sought to minimise what she knew would come. 'My sister is too young; she is yet to turn eighteen and must not be touched. Please don't rape us.'

Now Jalka's cock was bursting inside his tight tunic pants. 'You out,' he ordered pulling the girl from her seat and pushing her out of the carriage, slamming the door as she exited.' 

The two serfs had them in their power. 'No one will get hurt,' Molda promised, his eyes scanning the vision before him. 'I've always wondered what lay beneath a Ladies skirt,' he added lunging across the carriage at Lady Lawinia, his hand vanishing between the folds of silk and linen. The woman's eyes widened with shock as he explored the hidden world beneath her skirts, his rough dirt ingrained fingers smoothing over her silk stockings, finding garters of fine lace and ribbon then soft skin. 

Lady Rosa squealed next to her sister as Jalka ravaged her, his hand finding the folds of her labia, fingering her delicate entrance before feeling his way inside. His other hand tore away the front of her bodice spilling her milky-white breasts out into the open, his mouth covering her nipples in turn, sucking the nubs from their areoles. She could only lay back in the luxuriously padded seat as the serf fondled her treasures, her womanly strength no match for a hardened labourer.

The sound of tearing fabric hailed the sight of Lady Lawinia's more ample breasts bobbing into view at Molda's hand, her squeals deafening in the small confines of the carriage as he grabbed her curls and dragged her from her seat, kneeling her in the space between them. His cock was already bobbing freely waiting for her luscious mouth, his hand pressing her head to his spread legs, his fingers teasing the pretty bows on the ribbons in her hair. She accepted his length rather than risk retribution and sucked his cock as if she had yielded to a Lord.

Lady Rosa soon found herself in the same position as Jalka's cock slid between her lips, his fist full of her curls as he guided her ever deeper along his throbbing shaft. The stench of his clothing made her wretch against his cock but he persisted and forced her to suck him harder.

Jalka's eyes were on stalks as he pushed Lady Rosa backwards, throwing her dress upwards revealing slender shapely legs sheathed in silk, garters of ribbon and lace and milky white thighs as her skirts reached their limit. Neither had ever witnessed such intricate garments and clean bodies, their own filthy from endless days in wet fields or sweating beneath a hot sun. The girls in their little village were simple and similarly filthy with dirt-brown dresses and ragged hair; that had been their only reference but these two Ladies were something very different. The serfs had not dreamed of such finery because they didn't know it even existed!

Molda forced Lady Lawinia onto her back his hand canting up her skirts and petticoats, parting her legs with his as he guided his rampant cock to her entrance. Beside her lay her sister, Jalka preparing Lady Rosa in the same way, his cock nudging at her labia. He needed little effort to push his bulb into her, raising a scream as he forced her tight cunt to accept a cock for the first time, beginning to pump her slowly before tightening his buttocks and grinding into her. 

Lady Lawinia winced as she felt the thick hot shaft of the lowly serf penetrate her. Not since her ill-fated match with Lord Reynod had a man entered her and then it had been just once before he announced his betrothal to Lady Eleanor. That had been over two years ago. It had been too long, her cunt had ached for some male attention almost every day since but she had not anticipated spreading her legs for a mere serf. It was obvious Molda knew his way around a woman, his fingers had wetted her before taking her with his rock-hard erection and now she fought to suppress the squeals of delight after years of suppressed yearning. 




Lord Daygar - Kingslayer Ch. 13



Molda filled her cunt with his white-hot liquid and swore he had felt her give her own, his brother groaning loudly as he emptied his balls into his conquest before springing from her like a gazelle as the sound of approaching horses overlaid the shrill moans of the two conquered women. 

It was too late to move the treasure chest but not too late to scoop a handful each as they ran for cover. The horseman had found help at the Zoran border and at least a dozen bore down on them at speed. The two Ladies huddled together, sweeping down their dresses and reinstating their modesty with torn dresses pulled across bared breasts as horses galloped onto the scene. Looking towards the fleeing serfs they both sighed with relief as they evaded capture and disappeared into the thick woodland! 

*****

Boudina eyes widened as the huge doors to her bedchamber suddenly crashed inwards to the floor; two dozen men surging into the room as she unleashed her two swords. Lady Angelica huddled in a corner, frozen with fear at the deadly storm approaching, unable to fight like the Queen, waiting and hoping her end would be swift and painless!

Chapter 14: Can Boudina survive? Natalia's fall into slavery seems endless but can the white knight find her? Daygar and Bowdan need all their cunning to keep the kingdoms from spiralling out of control.



Lord Daygar - Kingslayer Ch. 14



Natalia scrambled from his knee wriggling her hips as she pulled the simple sackcloth dress down over her throbbing bottom, tugging its hem as far as it would allow. He had lifted it to just below her breasts, exposing the lower curve of her belly and its wispy triangle of fur before putting her across his lap. The rough material barely covered her knees, woefully short of the sumptuous dresses she had worn in her previous life when to display even an ankle was thought inappropriate. Her hands worked tenderly behind her, the spanking Scabious had just given her without doubt the longest and most painful so far.

He remained seated on the stump of a felled tree at the edge of the clearing he called a field, his eyes scanning his slave properly for the first time, watching her breasts heaving beneath the simple dress as she caressed her bottom. Her hair was returning, no longer bald and he noticed for the first time the almost golden sheen of the downy fluff shining in the midday sun. His cock jerked within his loose clothing, her worth lay in her body and not in her puny strength he reckoned, her poor efforts on the land earning her the spanking he had just given her but he knew she would never be a farm girl.

'You will work hard for me tonight girl,' he said evenly, it was an order not a request.

'Yes Master,' Natalia answered. She would work hard with his cock, not for his pleasure but for the comfort of a bed for the night in preference to the floor with the dog! This was not just a world away from her pampered life as a Princess, it was an entire Universe.

*****

Lady Helena marvelled at the majesty of Lord Templar's manhood in her hands. How do men hide such magnificent assets beneath their robes from a woman's searching eyes? She thought, cupping the enormous sac containing his testicles like a purse holding his jewels slung behind his monster erection. The purse was almost too large for her small hand and his erection too thick for her other to encircle it, the angry purple-red mushroom threatening her as opposed to the gentle, caring nature of its owner. 

Lord Templar had fed and nursed her to full health for two weeks since releasing her from Slaveria's hell hole beneath the Castle. He had resisted her offers to satisfy the lust she knew he had for her, the opposite of the years he had sought her hand only to be rejected in favour of King Hinea, a union that would never be. Hinea had no wish to make her his Queen but she was useful in his bed and as a surrogate mother to Natalia and Saria, his little twin Princesses. But Templar had been patient, hoping one day to make Helena his own and now she knelt before him, naked but for jewels and sandals, caressing his ardent cock in the manner of his many dreams.

He had refreshed her, given her clothes, gems and fragrances giving her back her high born status stripped from her by the thug who calls himself a Lord. Daygar was his enemy and he would win or die in his bid to retake Arenia from him. He sucked in breath as if winded as Helena nuzzled her full wet lips against his tip, kissing his bald end whilst running a finger along its spine, her other hand continued to caress his balls. This at least would be one dream fulfilled.

Templar stroked her long raven-black hair as she bobbed freely at his crotch, her hands exploring him as she sucked his cock greedily, her fingers straying across his tight buttocks then above her head over his muscled stomach. He had waited for so long for this moment and fought to retain his juices yet unwilling to stop her giving him such pleasure, her soft hair glistening as it rippled down her back with the steady movement of her head. She looked up at him with large pleading yet grateful eyes, knowing he had saved her from a life of violent exploitation, begging him to forgive her rejections of the past. 

Lady Helena lay back with her legs spread wide for the Knight to enter her, almost climaxing at the feel of his ardent cock as he nudged against her folds, easing between them into her soft wet cunt. His generous girth filled every part of her as he deployed his length to find her tender 'spot' at the neck of her womanhood. Her legs closed about him at his arrival, bearing down onto his shaft to extract the last centimetre of it, strange sounds emerging from her half open lips as he began to work the magic only a man can perform. 

'Will you find Natalia?' she husked as she clawed his back with manicured nails, reinstated by her new handmaidens.

'The Princess will take her place on the throne of Arania,' he said decisively, his balls finally releasing his hot liquid, surging along his cock into her inner sanctum.

*****

Lady Lawinia and her sisters had arrived safely in Zoran at last and enjoying the hospitality of Duke Vadris and Duchess Katriona at their sumptuous Castle. The two elder sisters had resolved to forget the serfs who had raped them in the forests of Kandalla and maintain the illusion of purity; their supposed virgin status would prove vital in their quest for a good union with powerful men. Rosa could not easily forget the scruffy serf who had defiled her and taken her maidenhood from her in such unsavoury circumstances yet she was not appalled, the opposite was true and those thoughts made the need for a man ever more urgent. 

Lawinia was of a similar mind. She wished she had known the name of the peasant who had handled her so roughly, it would have made her recollections all the sweeter. She too needed to attract a powerful man but for now any man would do!

Duke Vadris was the perfect host. His wealth and power were legendary as was the beauty of his consort Katriona and unknown to him two young ladies who shared his table urgently wanted to share his bed!

*****

Five men lay dead and several wounded, some mortally by the time Boudina had been brought to the ground, her flailing arms and legs suppressed by six more of Grojon's men. Her life was about to be extinguished by the blade flashing in front of her, a single stroke across her throat before drowning in her own blood. 

'Stop!' Grojon ordered as he strode into the huge chamber. 'Bring her to me.'

Boudina was hauled from the floor and presented to the Commander who then wiped the spittle from his face as she vented her disdain at him. His hand swept the gown from her body as if it were made of cobwebs, presenting her nakedness to all, her ample breasts bouncing free of the tight bodice. Grojon then gripped her long auburn hair and brought her to her knees in front of him. 'Bind the bitch,' he boomed. Strong cord from the drapes were cut and Boudina's hands shackled behind her, then her feet and the two lashed together preventing her from standing. 

'I'll bite your cock off if you touch me heathen bastard,' she howled in a low determined voice.

'I thought you might bitch,' Grojon said smiling, producing something from beneath his tunic before withdrawing his erect cock. The thick leather tube slid over his penis leaving the bulbous end exposed. 'Bite on this witch,' he hissed pulling her hair back and prising open her mouth with his fingers. Before she could react he had pushed his protected cock deep into her throat and fucked her mouth as earnestly as he would her cunt. 

Boudina gagged on his length, unable to make an impression on the hard leather sheath and nearly choking as Grojon ejected his load. He was not a man to be bothered with etiquette even in the company of a Queen, holding her head firmly to his cock as he emptied his balls.

'Your Royal cunt will have to wait, Your Majesty,' he mocked. 'Lord Daygar will have that pleasure but I hope to be the last man to fuck you before sending you onto the next world.' Boudina was still choking as he removed his spent cock. 'In the meantime your little Lady friend will suffice; she will entertain me and my men in a more usual way,' he laughed leaning closer to her, 'on the end of a cock instead of a woman's finger.' Lady Angelica curled up in the corner, now knowing her fate.

*****

Daygar stood alongside Queen Flavica on the prow of her flagship as they sailed around the Northern headland of the ten nations. They had successfully negotiated the coastline of Cedron since leaving Kandalla and relaxed a little, having not encountering any hostilities from the Sea People who now occupied the Kingdom. They were expert pirates and even Daygar's men would have struggled to protect the Queen from their clutches, the Iron Lord had sensed the tension in the delicate olive beauty at his side but realised she still had not yet relaxed. 

'There will be no attack from them, Your Majesty,' Daygar said, placing his arm protectively around her small shoulders.

'Do you intend to invade Cedron?' she asked.

'It will yield to me at some stage,' Daygar said evenly. 'What is troubling you?'

'My sister Gallica resides there with her daughter Tia,' she said quietly, gazing intently at the vanishing coast.

Daygar's expression was grave. 'The Sea People do not care for status,' he said as carefully as he could, 'I am afraid they could well be dead, if they are not they would almost certainly be used as servants or slaves. I'm sorry Your Majesty.'

Flavica's tensions seemed to lift from her. 'Don't be,' she said softly. 'Hopefully Gallica is dead.' Daygar turned to her in surprise at her words. 'If not she will come looking for me. She swore to kill me one day to avenge a wrong impossible to right.' Daygar was about to enquire further but she swiftly changed the subject. 'Why do you insist on calling me Majesty?'

'You are a Queen and I am just a Lord, it is customary to address a royal as such. Also you are the only Queen in the six nations, Your Majesty.'

Flavica smiled. 'I am Queen because you say so My Lord. You have taken away the titles from Simaca and Boudina and you could easily strip me of mine. Why do you not declare yourself King, you have the right?'

Daygar sidestepped the question. 'Flavica, I now strip you of your title, you are no longer Queen and will yield to me as a commoner. Now I will strip you of everything else,' he said leading her to her staterooms. Her shimmering gown slipped from her bronzed body, pooling around her ankles as the Iron Lord produced his equally iron cock, persuading the slender woman to her knees, his huge hand on the nape of her neck, bringing her onto his erection. He slid between her crimson painted lips to the back of her throat, his fearsome bulk towering over the dainty female as she sucked him greedily.

'You are now a mere handmaiden,' he said pressing her head to his groin. 'The treasures between your legs are mine to plunder girl, see that you pleasure me well.'

His voice was authoritative and penetrated her as surely as his cock would penetrate her, raising pimples on her skin, tantalising every part of her. Flavica's mouth tightened around his shaft, savouring his masculinity whilst waiting the command to spread herself beneath him and accept his dominance. 

Daygar's cock found her opening and forced himself into her, sliding her back and forth as if she were a toy, his hands gripping her hips dictating her motions. 'Tomorrow I will reinstate your Crown but until then you will serve my every wish, is that understood handmaiden?' 

Flavica gripped his flanks, her nails biting into his flesh. 'Yes My Lord,' she husked. 'Master,' she corrected, wishing there would be no reinstatement, her place as a servant at his behest bringing her to a climax.

*****

Countless eyes had already spotted Flavica's golden ship and its two escorts as it sailed past the forbidding cliff coast of Pyroteum, the mysterious Kingdom of Fire. There was no threat to either party, no ships could land and none could be launched from the treacherous coastline but nothing happened at any border without their knowledge. As Daygar plundered the feminine assets of his Queen nothing could be more different than life in Pyroteum.

The stocky bald man wearing nothing but a waist cloth ordered the others to remain vigilant. 'I will inform Mistress Kahla immediately,' he said moving swiftly towards the large stone building half a mile inland. He was slightly breathless as he followed the two female Protectors into the large chamber where Mistress Kahla reclined in a large chair. 

The woman presented a tall figure in a tight black gown, belted at the waist and shod in sandals of thin leather straps; in complete contrast the Protectors wore black leather corseted one piece suits from neck to crotch, high cut to expose their legs from top to toe. Knee high leather buckled boots making them appear much taller than they actually were; the bald man trembling in the presence of the formidable women.

'Why did you not inform the lookouts to observe their passage along the coast?' Kahla demanded. The man now quaked at the tone of her voice, unable to speak from fear. 'Fool,' she hissed. 'Give him twenty lashes.'

'Of course My Lady,' one of the Protectors stepped forward and grabbed him by the collar around his neck, leading him towards a long table. Despite his bulk towering over her and twice her size he obeyed without question, bending over the table, the cloth having been pulled from his waist leaving him naked. A brand on his left buttock proclaimed 'K13' and that was his name. The 'K' representing the mark of his owner, Mistress Kahla; every man in Pyroteum displayed such a mark and every woman was his master!

His flaccid cock hung limply between his legs, the cold hard table firm against his stomach as the Protector pulled him forward, the other stepping up behind him unclipping a short stiff whip from her waist. Stepping to one side she aligned the whip with his backside and swiped it harshly, sending a howl from his lips, his head now pressed against the table. The statuesque woman struck again and again his hindquarters reddening rapidly with each stroke until she had counted out twenty. Raising him from the table he was led back to Kahla, his manhood swinging idly as he was forced to kneel before her. 

'Get back to your post and report the ship's progress to me at regular intervals.'

'Yes Mistress,' he panted taking the waist wrap from the Protector as he was led away from the chamber. 

*****

Daygar watched the cliff coast of Pyroteum drift by, the wrecks at the base of the sheer rocky faces testament to the impossibility of an attack from the sea even by the Sea People. Spurts of fire erupted occasionally inland sending plumes of flame and black smoke high into the clouds and he wondered what sort of people inhabited the Kingdom. No one had ever infiltrated the land and no one had ever come from it. Bowdan had sent spies on several occasions but they never returned, incinerated in a wall of fire as they attempted to cross its borders. 

Myths were widespread of dragons and superior women ten feet tall with black water that erupted in flame at their will. Despite this the old Lord had informed Daygar he had a notion of how to breach their defences and he had no doubt that soon the mysterious Kingdom would be his. 

*****

Natalia had indeed worked hard to satisfy Scabious. He had talked of taking her to the slave-market in Slaveria, hoping he could barter her for at least two sacks of corn to prevent starvation and secure a crop for the next harvest. She knew her life as a slave-girl could become even worse than it already was if she was sold to a hard taskmaster. 

Her efforts on her knees had not gone unnoticed and Scabious stood motionless as she sucked his cock to a hardness he had never known, her small hand caressing his balls in a fashion a slave would not normally do. He had taken her on her back, raising her legs and spreading them wide to enjoy her spectacle before sinking into her, revelling in her nubile nakedness, a young woman against his advancing years of how many were a mystery, having lost count of his age years before. His cock slid between her folds and quickly found her limit, riding her hard, her small nipples dancing provocatively atop her fairly ample breasts. 

Scabious grunted hard as he came within her, satisfying his frustrations in several rapid jerks as his hot lava exited the volcano of his penis. Natalia hoped she had done enough for him to keep her but the farmer knew she would have to go to the market; it was his only hope for survival.

*****

The two sisters lay silently together, holding hands in the small space between them; Duke Vadris had his cock firmly inside Lady Lawinia and worked her passage with his steel hard erection, as hard as any steel from the Zoran Kingdom he controlled. Her lips were parted but no sound came from her as she stared up at him, his cock satisfying the lust that had been awakened in her having been raped by the common serf. 

The women had heard news of the fall of Kindalla to Daygar, their home and possessions confiscated leaving them destitute apart from the strongbox of jewels, their future depended on Duke Vadris. His thirst for women was legendary and they knew what they must do to secure their needs, they also knew they had severe competition from the radiant beauty of Katriona and would work hard to pleasure their new master.

Lady Rosa felt the fire between her legs intensify as her sister suddenly squealed, squeezing her hand tightly in a mixture of pleasure and pain, reaching an ecstatic orgasm on the end of Vadris's manhood. Then he was gliding between the two women, hovering over the younger Rosa, at nineteen barely a third of his age, his lips engaged hers as his hand weaved between her thighs making a path for his still erect penis. 

Vadris had saved her until last; wanting to savour her supposed virginity unaware she had also been raped by the serfs who had overwhelmed their carriage. Rosa pouted wet lips and projected an air of innocence as his cock nuzzled against her clit, sliding down to her entrance and parting her with his bulbous mushroom. She exaggerated her squeals as he passed through her labia and into her still tight cunt feigning her 'first time' by writhing and moaning beneath him. Vadris pinned her arms to the bed and fucked the maiden Lady with the gusto of a man slaking his thirst, her virgin status falling to him sending her into womanhood.

Lady Rosa acted her role impeccably, fighting his stronghold over her as he restrained her on the bed, his bulk firmly between her legs pushing her further apart. The Duke relinquished his cream, balls tightening to rocks as he injected her forcibly, his buttocks tight and frenzied; filling her with every drop he could muster. Rosa squealed gratefully, happy her master had found her so fresh and stimulating yet secretly comparing him to the serf who had taken her by force in the carriage; it was the Duke who came up short!

*****

In the Kingdom of Pyroteum boys were born as slaves and girls as mistresses, there would be no change to this order of things, as adults men were still slaves and women had the power of life or death over them. 

Chellac knew of her power. Since her birth just over eighteen years ago she had dominated the boy born at the same time as her, he had no name and had not yet been assigned a number so she called him simply 'Boy'. Boy had known his place since he could walk and had been deferential to her all throughout their growing years, fetching and carrying for her as she instructed. It was normal behaviour in Pyroteum, the way of life and no one questioned it, to do so would have brought him severe punishment.

Reaching womanhood had changed things between them, Chellac teasing him with her newfound sex knowing he could do nothing to harm her; even to touch her would bring him before Mistress Khala, his ultimate owner. Chellac enjoyed touching him! On several occasions she had ordered him to remove his waist wrap, encircling his limp cock with her hand and bringing him to full attention, massaging him gently until he spurted his cream. The sight of him ejaculating gave her a real thrill and she could tell he liked it.




Lord Daygar - Kingslayer Ch. 14



The girl wanted to exert even more power over him and for the first time unlaced her bodice, letting her breasts dangle freely before him watching fascinated as his cock surged to full hardness without her even touching it. It was forbidden for a man to become aroused at the sight of a superior woman and Chellac knew it was wrong but continued to fascinate him with her bare breasts, shaking them from side to side and nuzzling against him. She was about to handle his cock when Boy suddenly touched her breasts.

Chellac exploded with rage, affronted at his arrogance and screamed out for assistance. Boy was apprehended by two Protectors and taken without ceremony to the Priory, home of Mistress Khala. 

'Forty lashes,' Khala announced after hearing the edited account from Chellac, Boy was not invited to give his side, the two female Protectors forcing him over the table minus his wrap to receive the whip. After a life of power Khala still felt aroused at the sight of her Protectors whipping a naked slave, the high-cut of their one-piece leather bodice suits displaying every inch of their legs from thigh to boots. One held him down whilst the other unclipped the whip dangling from her waist.

Chellac felt a spasm of excitement as Boy received his lashes, his backside streaking with welts as the flaxen haired Protector wielded her whip with precision. He could barely stand when the count was complete, brought back to face Mistress Khala to see if she was satisfied.

'I do not see my brand on this slave,' she boomed. 'See to it at once.'

There was a wait whilst the irons were placed in the permanently roaring fire in the ceremonial chamber then fear enveloped Boy as he was dragged back to the table. This time one of the Protectors sat on it with her knees apart, tapping her thigh to indicate to the other woman where to place him, the warmth of her upper leg greeting his cock as he was forced over her knee. 

Boy squealed like a wild animal as the first branding iron seared his left buttock, the statuesque woman securing him to her thigh in a vice like grip whilst the other applied his owner's mark. He could feel his cock grinding into her leg as another then another imprinted a number into his flesh for life. 'K384' rose from her knee not daring to touch the blistered skin. 

Mistress Khala turned to Chellac who stood mesmerised by his treatment at the hands of the women. 'Have you a slave of your own, girl?' 

'No My Lady,' she squeaked, in awe of the Mistress and her power.

'You can take him if you wish, otherwise he will be sent to the black fields,' she said indifferently.

'Can I have him, My Lady,' she heard herself say. Khala waved them away and Boy became Chellac's property. The tingle between her legs slowly spread within her as she realised the power she now had over the hapless slave. She intended to use it to amuse her!

*****

Pietro's confidence grew by the minute as the might of Bessant's men demolished the feeble defences surrounding Malova Manor. This time his grip was firm and a woman probably a serving wench from the tavern by the look of her dress didn't escape his clutches. Her breasts spilled from the wreckage of her frock and Pietro's eyes followed the dancing nipples as he grappled to control her. Her struggle was futile and the young warrior had her to her knees with little effort.

The wench succumbed and sucked obediently on his cock but Pietro sensed richer pickings inside the great Manor and left her grateful she had not been raped and scurrying away to safety. The elegant corridors echoed to the sound of sword on sword and the squeals of women surrendering to their captors. The battle was all but won when a flash of crinoline caught his eye. A woman of high born status had avoided the main thrust of men and had vanished through a small door concealed by a huge wall tapestry, Pietro followed.

A stifled squeal emanated from the lips of one of the most sophisticated and glamorous women he had ever dreamed of seeing with his own eyes. Closing the door behind him and ensuring the tapestry had concealed it he acquainted his eyes with the semi light of the small room, the woman had cornered herself in trying to put as much distance between the two of them. His eyes refocused and a vision of beauty shone from the darkness.

'Please don't hurt me,' she trilled. 'I am Countess Catherine of Kandalla, consort of Earl Minetto.'

Pietro sucked in breath at her radiance even in the half light. 'He is an old man,' he spluttered, having heard many stories of one of the main ruling families of Kandalla. 'You must be the same age as his daughters.'

'I am nineteen, the age of Lady Rosa his second born,' she said seemingly finding some confidence. 'They were sent to safety but I remained out of loyalty. Please do not harm me,' she implored.

'Come here,' he demanded finding some confidence of his own. He considered what Daygar or Bessant would do in his position. Her hair felt like silk as he eased her to her knees and for the second time that day his cock slid between a woman's soft lips but that's where the comparison ended. The wench was feisty and aggressive, the Countess submissive and polite, knowing her situation and the duty she must perform. His head dizzied with her powerful fragrance as he held her to his erection, her head gently bobbing against him as she sucked him deferentially. 

There was little furniture in the ante-room as Pietro spread Catherine to the floor, scooping up her crinolines, taking his time to examine her exquisite finery, running trembling fingers over her silk stockings and lace. 

The Countess protested and squirmed beneath him in an effort to regain her modesty and assert her status but the struggle was hopeless and the newly fledged man, a year her junior, held her firm as he opened her legs. The high-born Lady knew there would be no reprieve from his attentions but resisted to the last as Pietro overpowered her, the woman finally relinquishing her treasures to him.

Pietro's cock entered the young woman urgently, her squeals and protests subdued in her quest to remain undetected by the others, realising that she must surrender to him or risk rape by any number of the invaders. He fucked her hard and in earnest, iron hard inside her, his balls swelling with eager anticipation. Ripping her bodice he savoured her breasts, sucking the nipples from her areoles as his tight buttocks hammered his cock into her as far as he could get.

Catherine's hot feminine perfume invaded his nostrils, her breasts dancing wildly before him with each thrust as his liquid swirled at the base of his penis, surging forth with a frenzy even Annalise could not raise. He raided her skirts, removing a garter as a keepsake before leaving her to continue her quest for freedom. No one would hear of her existence from his lips!

*****

Commander Grojon had plucked Lady Angelica from the corner in which she had cowered from the onslaught, dragging her by her long tresses to the centre of the chamber in front of Boudina, still kneeling and bound hand and foot. The five handmaidens who had been trapped in the room with them stood trembling, awaiting their fate at the hands of the burly warriors now getting impatient, the heat of the battle having inflamed their cocks. All were virgins, selected by Boudina for their purity and her preference for the female form.

'Take off her dress,' Grojon barked and two handmaidens stepped forward and began unpicking the hurriedly done laces of Angelica's corseted gown. A dozen lust-filled men watched as her breasts bobbed into view, her petite figure belying the size of her ample cleavage. The handmaidens stripped her down to her stockings and garters leaving just her jewels and richly embroidered court shoes.

The grizzled Commander forced Angelica to her knees and fed her his swollen penis forcing her onto it with both hands on the back of her head, removing any chance of her refusing him. She sucked it reluctantly, unable to do anything else, gagging on his length raiding the back of her throat.

One of his men could wait no longer and grabbed a maiden, doing the same, bringing her to her knees and forcing his cock into her reluctant mouth, two more were dragged to the long table, bent across it with skirts over their backs and two ran away!

The slip of a girl managed to evade the grasp of at least three of the men, like an eel in a stream but the steely grip around her waist signalled the end of her bid for freedom. Her vanquisher wrestled her to the floor, his rampant cock already waving about in front of her as he quickly dominated her, his hands beneath her skirts to prepare his path. She added her squeals to those of the other women as the warrior entered her for her first time like a wild animal attacking his prey. 

Janna had only ever felt the soft skin of another woman, trained in the art of pleasing females she had been a faithful companion to Lady Angelica and the Queen, hidden from men during Boudina's exile from the Citadel. Her scalp prickled beneath the iron grip of the fat, balding man holding a fistful of her jet-black hair, pressing her head into his blood and ale stained tabard reeking of sweat and unwashed genitals. She had never even seen a man's cock before his filthy erection had bounced briefly in her face then entering her mouth. The huge man pulled her back and forth along it in his tightening grip, forcing her to suck him urgently. 

A tall stocky soldier re-entered the chamber with the runaway handmaiden slung across his shoulder like a sack of corn, her small hands clenched in fists striking his back in a futile struggle. He laid her on the huge table and unceremoniously parted her legs, her dress sliding to her waist as he lifted her to accept him. A powerful hand stripped the bodice from her revealing white fleshy mounds jiggling with her struggles, another shrill voice adding to the cacophony of feminine capitulation as his cock found her previously guarded cunt. A rock solid rod of heated manhood penetrated her virginity and rode her limp doll-like body.

Janna had been dumped onto the table alongside her companions by the fat man, her legs no longer able to protect her intimacy, his filthy erection stimulated in her mouth now firmly within her, pumping his load from quivering balls.

Grojon had bent the hapless Lady Angelica over in front of the kneeling bound Queen, their heads almost touching as he entered her from behind, his cock impaling her delicate cunt to its hilt. Boudina could only watch Angelca's contorted face as she accepted Grojon's searing manhood, the diamond and ruby necklace glinting and dancing above bared breasts before her eyes in tune with the scarred warrior's thrusts. Grojon satisfied himself on the high born Lady before leaving her to one of his Captains, impatient to enter a woman so obviously beyond his social class. 

*****

Sarosa wielded her whip bringing it hard against the buttocks of a slave waiting silently as the Royal party passed through the vaulted corridors of Pyroteum's Palace of Fire. Empress Alana halted her entourage as her Protector lashed the slave yet again, two more Protectors rushing to seize him by the arms.

'He is displaying, Your Highness,' Sarosa explained as the Empress of Pyroteum arrived by her side, her gown of black and silver thread shimmering with her every move, almost skin tight and showing her every curve to perfection. 

'Show me,' she demanded. Sarosa pulled the slave's wrap from his waist exposing an erection pointing directly towards the Empress. 'You dare to display in my presence,' it was neither a question or statement. Slaves were not allowed to show any form of arousal in the presence of a woman unless he had been chosen as a 'Giver' and then only under strict observation.

'How can a man be not aroused by your beauty,' the slave said loudly. A shocked entourage fell silent.

Sarosa was the first to speak. 'I apologise Your Highness,' she grovelled embarrassed by her lack of control over the slave. 'I will have him taken away and his testicles removed without delay.' She nodded to the females holding him and they began to lead him away from the Empress.

'Wait!' Alana insisted, holding up her hand for quiet in the now chattering group. 'Whip him soundly then bring him back to me.

*****

Lord Bowdan was tired from the journey north to the border between Slaveria and Centria and rested heavily inside the carriage whilst he awaited word of the retaking of Centria and the fate of Queen Boudina. Sharing the journey, Princess Saria and her half sister Princess Leyia had little in common but a desire to become Queen of one or all the Kingdoms under Daygar's rule, Natalia had tried to outwit him and failed disastrously so a game of cunning was developing. 

Neither knew that Princess Ameka in Octavia and her mother Simaca harboured the same desires for power but all four knew that Natalia was probably not dead and would find a way to bid for the throne of the enlarged empire and all knew that Queen Flavica would not give up her foothold easily. In short, women were beginning to take a decisive role in the formation of the ten nations with any one of them a likely candidate to topple even Daygar himself. 

*****

Captain Janus guided the bulbous purple mushroom of his ardent cock into Lady Angelica, his hands tentatively exploring her smooth soft white skin as he gripped her waist. The size of his erection equalled his excitement at having access to a noblewoman for the first time, only wenches and maids had graced his battle-worn cock. Fucking a Lady would have been unthinkable for a lowly foot-soldier and yet his length had vanished between her delicate folds, his balls tight against her pampered femininity. To add to his exhilaration a naked Queen knelt before him, her eyes wide as he leaned towards her, his rough hands cupping Angelica's soft tits as he plied his length along her aristocratic cunt.

Lady Angelica moaned wearily as Janus's cock reached its zenith, his hand gripping her long hair, pulling her onto him as he scanned Boudina's nakedness, bound and unable to move from her kneeling position, forced to watch as her female companion succumbed to the second cock to explode within her. Janus would not be the last as he removed his wilting penis, his balls satisfied of his thirst for a woman.

Boudina would have to wait for Daygar's arrival to learn her own fate. She shuddered as yet another soldier appeared behind her hapless companion.

*****

Eddoe's lust for power was gathering pace after securing the Kingdom of Cedron for the Sea People now no longer mere marauders and pirates but landowners with castles and wealth. Lord Eddoe declared himself King of Cedron and his new consort Eloise suddenly found herself elevated from peasant girl to a Queen!

Morwena's fortunes had gone in the reverse direction from Lady to a mere maid but even her previous status could not match that of Royalty and worse still, Queen Eloise had adapted to her newfound eminence with ease. 

*****

The tall dark man towered over Scabious who trembled in the presence of such a noble Knight, his eyes never leaving the glinting long sword mercifully still sheathed. 

'You have a female slave for sale?' Lord Templar said evenly. The man nodded nervously. 'What is her name?' 

Scabious now looked confused. 'She is a slave My Lord, she has no name.'

'Bring her to me,' he demanded.

'But she is to be auctioned My Lord.'

'Now.' Scabious reacted quickly vanishing inside the tent holding the slaves waiting for sale in the busy market place. The wretch he returned with bore no resemblance to the girl he sought. 'What is your name?' he said gently, bending towards the frail figure. 

'You are an Aranian Knight?' she ventured tentatively, her voice sounding odd to her as she had spoken so little. Scabious was about to strike the girl for her impudence when Lord Templar grabbed his arm then nodded his answer to her. 'I am Princess Natalia of Arania,' she squeaked, almost disbelieving herself it as she spoke. 

Scabious was incredulous. 'What is this nonsense,' he gasped then realised the Knight was giving her a low bow. Fear pervaded him. 'My Lord,' he grovelled. 'I know nothing of this. She is a slave I give you my word.' Fear of retribution from the Knight sent him to his knees. 'She is just a slave My Lord, nothing more, I swear.'

'Hold out your hand,' Templar barked reaching to his side. Scabious held out his arm. 'Both hands,' he barked again. 

'Please My Lord,' Scabious shrieked not daring to look up, 'I am just a farmer, my hands are my life. Take the girl but spare me.' His ears pricked at the sound of metal clinking then cold against his outstretched hands. He opened his eyes to the sight of gold coin showering over them as Templar upturned his purse.

Lord Templar knew from the farmer's reaction he had no idea of Natalia's identity. 'Now you can buy another slave.' Scabious scrabbled the ground collecting the gold, riches beyond his imagination. He could buy a hundred slaves and more with the contents of the Knight's purse. 'Forgive me Your Highness,' Templar whispered to Natalia before passing a phial beneath her nose. He swept her into his arms as she fell.

***** 

Daygar had given plenty of thought to his punishment of Queen Boudina and wasted no time in delivering it. Held firmly in a small cage since the rape of the Citadel, Daygar had her brought before him, two burly soldiers at her shoulders bringing her to her knees in front of the Iron Lord. 

'Leave us,' he barked. There was disquiet as his sworn bodyguards finally left the chamber, uneasy at leaving him in the presence of such a fearsome woman, her unofficial title of 'Bitch Queen' was a deserved one.

'We meet again fat man,' she hissed. 'You should have killed me last time, have you the stomach for it this time or will you get a woman to do it for you?' She was goading him intentionally; death a better fate than anything he had planned for her. 

Daygar rose from the huge seat and towered over her, reaching down and gripping her by the throat as he had before, choking the breath from her with one hand as she struggled to free herself with her much smaller fingers. She may be formidable but she was a woman and like all successful women she did not rely on physical strength. Boudina was scheming, sly and very clever, relying on surprise and cunning with hidden weapons and fear. Her army had feared her awesome power, supplying her with the physical strength she lacked.

Daygar had stripped her of all those resources and now stripped her of her gown, plucking it from her body as if it were paper. Her hands clawed at his as her need for air became desperate, her breasts dancing sensuously before him as she fought for life then he released her, throwing her backwards to the floor. 

Boudina still struggled for air as Daygar pounced onto her naked body strewn upon the flagstones; her slim figure no match for his bulk. All her tricks and deceit had gone, another woman beneath a dominating man, her arms pinned aloft by her head, her relatively inferior strength unable to prevent Daygar spreading her legs with his, positioning himself to take her. His cock was free and inches from its prey when he stopped to savour the moment, looking down into her face, full of hatred for him and his kind, her head swaying side to side to avoid his stare. 

She spat venomously at him but succeeded only in covering her own face in spittle but the Iron Lord merely smiled confirming what she now knew, there was nothing to prevent him from raping her at his will. 

Queen Boudina writhed animatedly beneath him as his cock finally nuzzled against her, probing her womanhood leisurely as he continued to play with her before finally sinking deep into her cunt.




Lord Daygar - Kingslayer Ch. 14



Boudina stiffened as his cock entered her, iron hard and hot as he split her defences with ease, nailing her to the floor like a freshly plucked handmaiden, easing her back and forth along his shaft.

No man had entered her since Daygar had dethroned her the first time and suddenly she realised there was no fight, her arms had gone limp and her body resigned to her fate, then there were the feelings! Her female companions had never given her this level of stimulation and without any contemplation she was riding his cock as voraciously as he was giving it to her. 

Daygar felt her orgasm just before he spent his own. The Queen had relinquished the last of her authority to the Iron Lord, she would never again be a Queen and she knew it, he could see that in her defeated expression. 

*

Chapter 15: The slaves of Centria battle for their freedom in hand to hand combat, the winner receiving land and Queen Boudina as his personal slave for life!

Pyroteum, a Kingdom dominated by women continues to ruthlessly enslave its men, Empress Alana and Mistress Kahla ruling with an iron glove! 



Lord Daygar - Kingslayer Ch. 15



Many insist that Katriona, Duchess of Zoran is the prettiest woman in the entire ten nations, even more beautiful than Queen Flavica. Katriona herself certainly thought so!

'More hot water girl,' she ordered, her handmaiden scurrying away in total obedience to her mistress. Her eyes scanned over her breasts, examining them carefully, noting any potential sagging or signs of ageing but they were firm and tight, the pink nipples hard and protruding from the warmth of the bathwater and the cool of the bedchamber. The wispy blonde fur at the junction of her legs had been trimmed and shaved to a small triangle pointing provocatively towards her womanhood, her slender legs shimmering beneath the water.

The girl eventually arrived with the heated water but Katriona had bathed enough. 'Too late girl,' she barked. 'A visit to the Duke's knee will liven you up.' The thought of Vadris spanking the girl's bare little bottom sent a twinge between her legs at the extent of her power. 

'I'm sorry My Lady,' she squeaked. She knew the Duke would almost certainly redden her bottom before the day was done and now she was eighteen he may decide it was her time and take her to his bed. Her pussy tightened at the prospect of the old man taking her virginity. 'Please My Lady, I beg you not to tell his Lordship.'

'I'll consider it,' she said nonchalantly, 'now fetch my robe.' The girl had returned with it in an instant, 'and my hairbrush.' Katriona enveloped herself inside the drying robe, pressing the moisture from her wet body into its absorbent fibres. The girl returned with a solid silver hairbrush and began to sweep it through the Duchess's long golden hair. 'No give it to me,' she husked. The handmaiden obeyed slightly confused. Katriona sat down, the robe sliding from her legs exposing them to her thighs, she crossed them making the robe even more superfluous. 

'Take off your dress,' she said suddenly. The maiden displayed even more confusion. 'I will punish you myself,' she explained. 

Relieved that the Duke would not be spanking her, the girl wriggled the dress from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor leaving her in just woollen stockings and clumpy shoes. Katriona tapped her knee lightly. 'Come here girl.' Stepping out of her dress the servant bent over her mistress's knee to await her punishment. The elegant Duchess almost climaxed at the sight of another woman's bare bottom, the oval fruit of her entrance pouting invitingly towards her. Katriona spanked her with the back of the brush several times before allowing her to scramble from her lap. 

The girl wriggled back into her dress and continued with her duties with no words being spoken between them. Katriona had been aroused in a way the Duke had never done and resolved to explore her handmaiden more fully at another time. For now she had been summoned to the Duke's bed and, freshly bathed she let the girl tend her hair and anoint her with oils and fragrances before dressing for his pleasure.

Katriona's gown was almost transparent, the thin sheen of material dancing provocatively from her magnificent figure as she approached Duke Vadris. His robe was short, barely reaching his knees and loosely knotted as his consort reached into it with long slender fingers, finding his cock semi erect. She instinctively encircled it and began to ply it back and forth in her hand, feeling it grow rapidly at her touch.

'You wished to see me My Lord,' she husked nuzzling her breasts into his half open robe, her hand still massaging his ever growing cock. Vadris said nothing, stroking her waist length golden curls before pressurising her downwards, his hand firmly on her head, directing her to her knees. This was the bit she disliked the most, sucking his cock made her feel inferior and being forced to kneel before him heightened that feeling. Duke Vadris was the only man she had yielded to but that was her duty as his consort and to refuse him would be unthinkable. 

Strangely she preferred him to spank her, the warmth of his hand on her bottom adding to that between her legs, the intimacy of him bending her over his knee and her subsequent submission bringing an ecstasy that could only be requited on the end of his cock!

Katriona bobbed gently on his manhood, her lips tight behind the flange of his bulb as she worked him diligently, hoping he would not release his essence in her mouth. She detested that!

'Would My Lord prefer to punish me?' she said moving from his shaft to his balls, licking them in a fashion she knew he liked. Thankfully he lifted her from her knees and led her to the bed. Katriona clapped her hands and the maiden appeared with the same hairbrush her mistress had used on her, handing it to the Duke with a curtsey before returning to the wings. 

Vadris turned the beauty over his knee and tentatively swatted her bottom, protected only by the sheer film of her gown, Katriona moaned softly and tensed her cheeks, the next few swats a little harder. Her elegant court shoes leaving the floor waving gently behind her as the heat of the hairbrush spread around her reddening globes, a few more swats and he returned her to her feet.

Vadris remained seated, his cock now a flagpole pointing directly at the ceiling from his opened robe as the Duchess peeled the flimsy gown from her shoulders letting it whisper to the floor before kneeling astride his erection. He slid into her with ease, her arms around his neck and her breasts dancing free before his face as she rode to the trot. 

The Duke had needed this, his tensions palpable as he began to thrust his manhood hard into her, desperate to free his mind of the disasters of the last few days. Nearly two thousand of his well armed men had been lost to Daygar in the pursuit of returning Queen Boudina to her throne. The pact with Lord Eddoe had been a waste of time, the Sea People proving unreliable and counter- productive, resulting in an even bigger waste of his resources. He knew Daygar would not stop at retaking Centria and now he had shown his hand in aligning himself to the 'Bitch Queen' there would be no mercy if the Iron Lord decided to invade Zoron.

Vadris turned Katriona onto her back, pinning her to the bed as he drove his cock deeper into her despite her protests, his bulk hard against her between her legs plundering her delicacies as if she were a whore. He could have used any number of women, perhaps the Kandalla sisters to assuage his pent up frustrations but it had to be her, she had enjoyed the riches of his Kingdom and she may yet share his downfall. His cock boiled over and spewed its venom into her fragranced cunt!

*****

Lord Daygar and Commander Grojon flanked Queen Boudina on the royal dais overlooking the arena as the final chapters played out between the fiercest slaves in the fight for their freedom. Queen Flavica sat at Daygar's side and Queen Simaca at Grojon's, a formidable sight for the hundreds of peasants who had gathered to witness the final downfall of their Queen. Three Queens in a row, one still with her title intact, one dethroned and one about to become a slave for life. Boudina sat silent and helpless and very precarious on her throne, her crown perched temporarily on the extravagant nest of raven-black hair. 

Many had been enslaved since birth, some for years for simply being on the wrong side of the 'Bitch Queen' and all desired their freedom but none more so than Kesslet.

It had been five years since Queen Boudina had banished her former army Commander to slavery as punishment for his failure to win over the Western Province, a political act to make her look good in the face of growing unrest. His fall had been dramatic, a leader of over five-thousand men chained to murderers and robbers and whipped by skinny overseers as he quarried stone with little more than a few hours sleep each night. The harsh conditions had seen many perish under the pressure of relentless toil or hellish weather but it had only made him stronger and now he was but two fights from his freedom. 

His opponent refused defeat, as desperate for freedom as Kesslet even in the final throes of hand to hand battle. Both men were strong but the loud crack of his opponents neck signalled his end and his body struggled then fell limp in Kesslets fierce grip, a loud cheer as the popular slave rose triumphantly to his feet. Boudina sat wide eyed as her once champion became a step closer to taking her for his own but one last opponent stood between them. Grievous, the mighty slave-slayer! 

*****

Sarosa was aware of the dampness between her legs beneath the tight leather crotch of her black corseted one-piece body suit. As chief Protector to Empress Alana it was her duty to deal with any slave who insulted Her Highness and to 'display' before Her Highness was unthinkable. Two of her aides had bent the slave over, struggling with his arms as he tried to avoid the next lash of Sarosa's whip. 

She didn't know which made her more excited, the two women dressed in their leather body suits, like her own, high-cut at the top of their thighs displaying endless legs tapering into leather buckled boots. Breasts heaving beneath tightly corseted bodices as they kept him in position for the sixty lashes demanded by the Empress, pretty girls with hair heaped into sculptured buns on the top of their heads, studded collars setting off their statuesque figures. Or was it the slave with his prominent, erect cock?

He was muscular, there was little doubt about that, she had stripped him naked before having him bent over before her, only the brand on his left buttock marking an otherwise flawless skin. Then there was his erection! He was displaying a full ten-inches; much bigger than average and fulsome with its angry purple-red helmet at the end of a sizeable girth. She could understand why the Empress had wanted him flogged and not reduced to eunuch status, the usual penalty for displaying before a woman without her permission. Had she decreed to it his testicles would have been removed immediately but she had spared him that. 

Sarosa whipped him yet again and watched eagerly as his cock waved in conjunction with his writhing backside, but remaining erect. Her juices flowed freely within her as she continued to whip the naked man mercilessly, needing to bring him to heel at her mercy. In the end she had added at least a further twenty strokes before leading him back to the Empress.

Sarosa blushed at her obvious failure to contain his excited state, Empress Alana studying his cock for at least two minutes before speaking. 'Do you do this to insult me slave?' she rebuked, slapping her hand across his erection.

'No Majesty,' he said almost in a whisper, 'To serve you my Lady.'

'Have him readied for me,' she demanded. 'I will take him as my giver.'

***** 

Three quarters of Kandalla had been overcome by Commander Bessant and his legions under Daygar's banner, only the huge fiefdom of Aviser remained untouched. Earl Igram sat at the head of the sumptuous gathering in his Great Hall for the ancient right of Kaudea surrounded by his Lords and Ladies in their finest robes and gowns. The festival was reaching its height with music and dancing deafening the Earl as his eyes feasted on the two girls sat together on a raised dais. The ball was in their honour but they would not be invited to dance.

Igram was eager to fulfil his right of Kaudea, the ancient ritual when a girl reaching her eighteenth year offers herself to the Earl for her first time. His cock strained beneath his elegant robes as he continued to survey the two pretty girls waiting at his behest, their mothers and even the mothers of their mothers before them had succumbed to this same ritual. 

He had been only nineteen when he first became Earl over forty years before, inheriting his lands and title and the right of Kaudea which he had judiciously upheld. Almost every woman in that Great Hall had paid homage to his cock on her eighteenth, there were no exceptions, servants and high-born Ladies were subject to this law. Three generations of dancing beauties had sat just where the two girls sat, waiting for the summons to his bed!

Jocasta and Marianne sat nervously on the raised platform both from very different backgrounds but for today equals due to the day they entered the world. Lady Jocasta sat prim and upright, her hands clasped in her lap her head held high oozing self esteem and pride, the eldest daughter of wealthy parents high in Aviser society. Her raven-black hair mounded into a creation of elegance atop her pretty head, its length testament to her high status, there were no jewels of which she had plenty, for this occasion a simple white cotton gown and court shoes were all that was allowed. 

In contrast Marianne was of poor birth, youngest daughter of tenant farmers. She sat nervously and self consciously at the wealthy girl's side not daring to look towards the old man who would take away her virginity. Her hair the colour of honey was much shorter and swept into a frugal bob at the back of her head but she knew she looked pretty, many had remarked on her beauty and the white gown was sumptuous compared to her usual simple dress. 

Igram could wait no longer and summoned the girls to his bedchamber. With a slight wave of his hand they were escorted from the Great Hall by several handmaidens, the Earl leaving soon after having made his farewells to the knowing crowd. The festival would continue late into the evening despite his absence, but the old man's cock was eager for action, he particularly liked the assets of the young serving wench, her fulsome breasts and naturally pouting lips setting her above the wealthy girl.

His cock had almost reached its zenith beneath his robe at the sight of the two young women standing awkwardly in his presence, both trembling slightly, breasts heaving rapidly beneath their white gowns. Lady Jocasta was the more confident of the two having been schooled in the ways of high society and the laws of Kaudea and her mother had been very explicit in describing her time as a girl. After she had been taken by the old man she would be free to marry her childhood sweetheart, the son of the wealthy merchant business partner of her father, this was the gateway to her womanhood.

Marianne eyed the huge bed she knew she would lay for her first time, her mother and her two sisters before her had lain on that same bed for their inaugural intimate encounter but had been reluctant to share the experience with her. Now she would find out for herself what they had been so silent about. She wanted to run away but that was impossible, her fate had been sealed from the day she was born and now the man who would take her virginity scanned her from head to toe. 

She shivered visibly as the old man licked his lips as if preparing for a meal, savouring the delicacies served up to him before devouring them. She was breathing far more rapidly than the seemingly confident girl at her side but unable to control the movement of her breasts which had so obviously attracted his attention.

Earl Igram had not spoken a word and with another flick of his hand Jocasta reached behind her neck and unfastened the halter of her gown, letting it slide over her breasts and down her body, dropping it to her delicately embroidered court shoes. His eyes scanned her nakedness, savouring her newly ripened breasts and small pink areolas surrounding the hardened nubs of her nipples. A neatly trimmed triangle of dark pubic hair sheltered beneath the small curve of her belly above the beginnings of her entrance just visible before disappearing between the tops of her long shapely legs. 

He noted her inborn arrogance, common in her kind but his cock would take the smugness from her when she yielded before him, his erection nudged against his robe at the thought. She was pretty right enough, her long black hair expertly crafted on top of her head giving her the illusion of a long neck, fashionable among the high-born ladies of that time. But he was more interested in the wench; he indicated his readiness for her to undress.

Marianne's fingers trembled as she reached behind her and unclasped the halter bringing her gown forward and over her very ample breasts then letting it drop as Jocasta had done, her shoes simple and inexpensive but the best her family could afford. Now she felt very self conscious standing before him naked, her first time in front of a man since gaining her puberty. 

Igram sucked in breath as the young maiden stripped the gown from her slender young body, her much larger breasts still heaving animatedly with her excited breathing, nipples remaining hidden behind the small pink circles adorning them. A wispy triangle mirrored the honey colour of her hair barely visible against her slightly olive skin, legs equally slender and probably even shapelier than the other girl. The festival was continuing apace in the Great Hall below them and the noise pervaded every part of the Manor.

He signalled his readiness and both girls stepped forward; Jocasta was the first to slowly sink to her knees quickly followed by Marianne eager to observe the protocol of the occasion for the good name of her family. Igram placed a hand on each girl's head, his fingers stroking them as if they were pets then he shrugged off his robe, his erection bobbing towards his prizes as if claiming them for its own.

Both Jocasta and Marianne backed away from it, startled by its fearsome size and ugly beauty. The girls had never previously witnessed a cock and the angry nature of its austere bald length was far from either of their perceptions. Neither had been prepared for such a stark and formidable sight.

Lady Jocasta was the first to accept him, her red painted lips tentatively nuzzling against the bulbous end until Igram held her head and forced himself further into her. She had not expected his forcefulness and gagged slightly at the rough treatment but accepted his length and sucked it as her mother had tried to describe. Marianne was stunned at the harshness of the act and felt numb at the prospect of his cock entering her mouth.

The Earl had little time for the arrogant high-born sucking his cock, her upbringing had been pampered and without struggle of any kind, now was her time to make up for it and he intended to ensure she did. His full length had vanished between her lips, his hand wrecking the elegance of her hair as he held her firmly to his groin fucking her luscious mouth until she could hold out no more. Lady Jocasta fell backwards to the stone floor as he released her, panting for breath after having had his erection firmly down her throat for so long. Marianne winced as the Earl placed his hand on the nape of her neck, bringing her to him for her turn. 

The old man was fascinated by the girl's naturally pouting lips as he tentatively pressed his cock against them, her small hand encircling his base, holding it steady as she acquainted herself with his needs. Igram pressed her head gently, easing her onto him, his bald tip surrounded by those full pink lips wetting him with her saliva as she suckled it as if it were her mother's teat. He allowed her time, enjoying the sensation of her toying with the relatively delicate part of his seasoned cock, easing further forward her lips tightened behind the flange. Her naiveté unwittingly heightened his sexual experience as her tongue flicked his tip in its defence of her mouth. 

It was her time. His hand pressed the back of her head forcing her fully onto his erection, her lips parting with his entry and engulfing him almost to its hilt. Marianne's action was very satisfactory and he reacted gently towards her unlike Lady Jocasta who remained kneeling and in shock at her treatment. The fair haired wench was all he had imagined her to be and more, sliding back and forth along his shaft in the time honoured manner of a woman yielding to her master. 




Lord Daygar - Kingslayer Ch. 15



Marianne would be first beneath him he decided in yet another rebuke to Lady Jocasta, her status normally securing her place ahead of the servant girl but she was left to kneel and watch as the Earl led the farmer's daughter to his bed. The girl lay obediently as the old man positioned himself above her, expertly spreading her slender form beneath him, her legs parting to accept his eager cock. His right of Kaudea would take her from girl to woman.

The girl winced as his tip nudged her tender labia apart, inserting the end into the folds protecting her virgin cunt then he entered her tightness, advancing into her depths for her first time. Marianne squealed as he passed through her virgin gate, sweeping away the girl and ushering in the woman in one swift movement. Igram was practiced of course, by anyone's reckoning over a thousand girls had entered their womanhood on the end of his cock in the ancient ritual and he never tired of his right to the innocent feminine treasures of his fiefdom. 

Igram's buttocks tightened as he prepared to erupt inside the young beauty beneath him, her eyes wide and unblinking as she stared blankly at the ceiling beyond him, inert on her back with her legs as wide as possible. A shadow appeared above them both, then a shrill scream from the other girl and a shocked grunt from Igram as the sword blade severed his spine before piercing his heart. His dead weight slumped on top of Marianne and his erection wilted quickly inside her as the shadow above became a huge man!

*****

Queen Eloise could not suppress the squeal that emanated from her parted lips as the huge bear-like animal of a man penetrated her. Newly crowned King Eddoe had sported a hard-on larger than she had seen before from him as he had sat naked on the edge of the vast bed, her maid Morwena sprawled across his left knee her dress high up over her back exposing her bare bottom to her master. Eloise had tired of the once high and mighty Lady of Kandalla comparing her high-born status against the new Queen's peasant ancestry. 

She had watched as Eddoe had upended the girl at her request, scooping her dress and petticoat aside and spanking her rapidly with his open palm. Morwena had writhed like an eel against his knee, her legs kicking wildly with each slap of his powerful hand displaying her feminine treasures to both Eddoe and Eloise who suddenly found herself excited by her newfound authority. By the time Morwena had scrambled from his lap her bottom was the colour of claret but the huge gorilla had not finished with her. 

It had been an easy task to bring her to her knees between his legs, his cock disappearing into her mouth, a huge paw-like hand on the back of her head guiding her onto him. She sucked her master avidly until she was dismissed to the servant's hall hoping that would be an end of it.

Now Eloise reaped the benefit of his straining erection as he pinned her down, his hot cock filling every part of her cunt. This huge man had plucked her from her family, raped her and taken her virginity and then turned her into a Queen and now her aspirations were growing rapidly with her increasing status.

Eddoe had sent a legion of men into Kandalla near the border with Zoron to take the fiefdom of Aviser before Daygar but he had bigger ideas, he wanted to take the Kingdom of Pyroteum and the rich pickings of the so-called dominant women and fabled wealth. His army would bring them to their knees and restore the order of things. Men would rule the Kingdom of Fire and women would serve their purposes in time honoured tradition!

*****

Sarosa lay on her back in the seclusion of her small bedchamber close to the Empress's sumptuous apartments, her leather leotard and boots discarded to the floor. She was naked apart from the studded choker at her neck, her legs wide apart on her bed, the handle of her whip deep inside her. It was a poor substitute for the real thing especially that of the slave she had beaten so severely with it just an hour before. She tightened against the hard shaft of leather as she worked it back and forth within her, not daring to moan for fear of discovery yet unable to control her sex after witnessing the giant erection sported by the muscle-bound man. 

If her underlings discovered her pleasuring herself in such a manner she would almost certainly be brought before the Empress for demotion from her exultant position as Protector to the Empress. Inevitably she would receive the whip, possibly even her own, wielded by her successor whilst bent over the knee of one of the women who currently obeyed her command and yet she could not stop it. The slave and his cock had invaded her every sense as she gyrated on the end of the hard handle until she came in several uncontrollable jerks. 

Wriggling back into the skin tight leather one-piece she breathed with relief at having got away with it, clipping the whip into the clasp at her waist and vowing never to become so aroused by a mere man again!

Unknown to Sarosa she had not been the only woman to experience arousal at the unusual spectacle of the slave's erection, Empress Alana had given in to her feelings, her fingers finding that pleasure spot on her clit. The slave would satisfy her inner demands when the time came. 

Unfortunately the same was true of Chevanna, the second personal Protector to the Empress and Sarosa's equal, that was until Belova, her assistant had entered her bedchamber without warning. Her attempts at concealing her actions were hopeless as the lowly maid had also witnessed her use of the whip handle, just as Sarosa had done. 

Chevanna begged on her knees to Alana but to no avail. Despite her own indiscretion there was no option but to punish the woman before her, not to do so would be seen as favouritism or weakness neither which would be acceptable. 

'Hand over your whip,' the Empress insisted, the hapless Protector unclipped it from her waist and handed it over, the outward sign of her authority now gone. Alana beckoned her maid forward. 'You will become my Protector,' she said without a hint of sympathy towards the crestfallen Chevanna. 'She will be your assistant.'

'Your Highness,' she said giving a low bow and taking Chavanna's whip.

'Give her twenty lashes,' she barked making Chavanna jump at the severity in her voice. She was led directly to the spanking table.

Sarosa blushed as she sat down to receive her colleague, tapping her thigh to indicate where she intended her to go. Sarosa flushed hot as the woman bent over her knee, knowing it could have easily been her bending over Chavanna's knee for the whip. Belova wielded her new whip expertly and Chavanna squealed like a girl with each lash across her almost bare bottom. The one-piece leotard left nothing covered when in her position. 

The once highly placed Protector scampered off Sarosa's knee clutching her seared bottom, her status now reduced, she would never again be in such an esteemed position!

*****

Kesslet narrowly missed the would-be fatal blow from Grievous and reacted swiftly, his sword slicing the huge bearded head from its owner's shoulders in one shuddering blow. His opponent's body and head moved in opposite directions and hit the ground three yards apart to thunderous applause from the baying crowd. Kesslet had won his freedom but even more important to him, he had won the bitch who had wrecked his life five years before. 

Queen Boudina winced at the fatal blow but was glad it was Kesslet and not the brutal Grievous, better the devil you know, she reckoned but her relief was short lived when she saw the look on the victor's face as he approached the dais.

The crowd were still cheering and Daygar rose to his feet to congratulate the slave on his newfound freedom. Hushing the applause he spoke. 'You were a Commander in this Kingdom's army?' he asked. Kesslet nodded. 'Now you are once again,' he announced, 'if you choose to accept. You are after all a free man.'

'I accept, My Lord,' he said in a loud voice.

'Then you will reside in the Citadel, in fact you can have the Queen's apartments, she won't be requiring them, he said smiling broadly. 'Queen Boudina, meet your master, Commander Kesslet, you will be his property for the rest of your days. Kesslet, take your slave and do with her what you will.' 

Kesslet wasted no time and mounted the dais plucking Boudina from her throne and throwing her across his shoulder. The crowd rose and cheered in unison as the victor took his spoils, the hoards parting like the red sea as he strode towards the Citadel, Boudina hung limp down his back, her long hair dancing with his stride, his hand firmly across her backside. Her shame was complete, her fall from grace total and irreversible and she knew her 'master' would not spare her his revenge. With her power gone she was but a tiny woman in the hands of a brutish gladiator with a score to settle!