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Axina and Burk Ch. 01

By: Narg



Lady Axina

The sun had just begun to set when the battle officially ended. Lady Axina Bethasuse reclined in her makeshift chair as her soldiers dragged forth her enemy, Lady Cuela Aheva. Axina smiled and stood. The battle today had been hard fought. Both she and the Aheva cunt had lost many men. Even though males were hardly a valuable commodity, Axina knew that if she lost too many men she would be unable to properly work her fields or to make war on her neighbors. 

Males were low, brutish things, but they did have their uses. They admirably performed hard manual labor, and they made excellent foot soldiers. Men also made great lovers, or so Axina had been told. A Lady of Bosom such as herself could not risk taking males into her bed. That topic was taboo, and did not bear thinking about. Axina instead focused on the matter at hand. 

The Lady Cuela was Axina's longtime rival, and now the feud was finally over. One of Axina's officers (a woman of course, as men could not be trusted to command themselves) led Cuela forward, hands tied behind her. Axina's assembled officers cheered. The Lady herself looked dazed. Her chest heaved and her green gown was covered in smudges of dirt. The dress was similar in make to Axina's own gown: its skirts were divided for easier movement and it was tight around her upper body to emphasize her curves, especially her breasts. Breasts were, after all, the feature that set a Lady of Bosom apart from a mere common woman. 

Cuela's breasts were each about the size of cantaloupes, and Axina's were only slightly larger than hers. Until today, Lady Cuela had been her equal in land, men, and feminine power. That was about to change. 

"Cuela, my dear freind" Axina purred. "How nice of you to attend our little gathering!"

"Just get it over with, Axina," spat Cuela, bravely trying to maintain her composure. 

"Very well." Axina took a deep breath, then channeled her Feminine Power. She felt the force of it well up in her bosom. For a moment, Axina pushed herself, pulling in as much power as her breasts could contain. Axina pitied commoners and men, they could never understand the surge of life that came from wielding Feminine Power. Everything seemed to come into focus, as if before her vision had been blured. And yet, her power had limits. Such meager power it was. But soon, her capacity would be nearly doubled. How sweet it was going to feel. 

Smirking, Axina gestured toward Cuela, directing her Feminine power at the defeated Lady's dirtied gown, tearing it off her body. Shreds of the garment fluttered to the ground as Axina's officers once again cheered. Cuela lowered her head in shame, clearly trying to hold back tears as her naked form was exposed to Axina's entire army. Some of the men began to masturbate, grunting like apes. Ordinarily, Axina would have them beaten for such uncouth behavior, but she was in a good mood today. For today, she would finally gather enough Bosom to leave this backwater province behind and move to the capital. 

"Lay down on your back," ordered Axina, gesturing for one of her officers to doff her cape and spread it over the dirt. Axina was not so cruel that she would force a Lady of Bosom to lie in the dirt like a common man, not even Cuela. Cuela bit back a sob and slowly knelt, then laid on her back, her hands tied behind her causing her back to arch. Axina straddled her former rival's abdomen. Cuela's tits sat like soft, fleshy fruit on the defeated woman's chest, just waiting to be claimed. Axina took them into her hands. For a moment, she fondled the mounds of titflesh, savoring long awaited victory while squeezing and pinching Cuela's nipples. Then, her hands tightened, fingers making deep impressions in Cuela's pliable breasts. Raw power flooded up Axina's arms, collecting in her own bosom. 

"YES!" Axina cried as her breasts expanded to almost twice their former size. "At last! Your Bosom is MINE!" The torrent of Feminine Power that now filled her Bosom felt even sweeter then she had anticipated. Her pussy leaked juices down her thighs. She felt like an unstoppable force. Surely the Goddesses themselves must tremble!

Axina quickly regained control of her thoughts. The euphoria and arousal that accompanied the acquisition of additional Bosom was incredibly intoxicating, but she had to keep her expectations realistic. Her new breasts, roughly twice the size of cantaloupes, would gain her entry into the capital and the title of Baroness. Above the Baronesses there were the Countesses, whose Bosoms were at minimum three times as large as the minimum requirement for a Baroness, and they would of course wield more Feminine Power as a result. Above even the Countesses were the Duchesses. So large were their Bosoms that they needed to cast levitation spells upon each breast just to move around without difficulty. And above even the Duchesses sat the Queen. The Queen's power was such that she could obliterate mountains with a wave of her hand. No one could challenge the Queen's power, especially since the fall of the Black Witch. Stories were still told of that epic battle. Axina was so far beneath these noble Ladies that she might as well be an ant, even with her new power. At least for now.

The now flat-chested Cuela could no longer hold back her tears. Despite their many years of bitter enmity, Axina felt a stab of pity. The poor woman had been robbed of her Feminine Power, the only thing that made a Lady of Busom more than a mere peasant. "I have no need of your land or your men, Cuela," Axina declaimed, moving up so that she was crouching over Cuela's head. "So I shall show you mercy. Pay homage to my womanhood, and I will leave you here unharmed and take nothing more from you."

Cuela sobbed, raising her head. Axina sighed as she felt her defeated rival's soft tongue against her swollen labia. Her army cheered as she caressed her own powerful Bosom which now uncomfortably strained the confines of her gown. She would need to have new dresses made once she reached the capital. Cuela's tongue found her clit and she gasped, orgasm rapidly approaching. She ground her pussy into Cueala's mouth, ecstasy building. How high could she rise in the capital? Could she eventually become a Countess? Or even a Duchess? Axina threw her head back and screamed in victory as her orgasm broke. The future was full of possibilities and the only way to go was up. 

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5461

Male 5461 gently patted the head of his bitch, Marin, as she bobbed up and down in his lap. Marin was a woman of the peasant birth, which put her one step higher on the social ladder than men like 5461. But 5461 was not like other men. 

He had known this even growing up. 5461 had always been bigger than the other boys, stronger, and smarter too, and they all either deferred to him or avoided him. Soon he began to notice girls, and girls in turn began to notice him. Before long they started pulling him into haylofts or out into the woods. This was not an uncommon experience for young men his age, but for some reason, after each session the girl seemed eager to please him and do anything he said. 

This was a novel experience for the young 5461 because it was the opposite of the way the girls normally treated him. He, like all men, was expected to do all the labor of maintaining the village, and not speak unless spoken to when in the presence of a female. Like all men, he had no name, only a number (in his case, "5461"). Touching a girl without her express permission could get him beaten to death. So when, after an intense fuck in the hayloft, a girl kissed his feet and said "I am your bitch, you own me," 5461 felt for the first time the joy of dominating women. 

5461 made it his goal to seduce every woman in the village and to make them all his bitches. He succeeded within a year. The other men of the village were jealous, but mostly they were just happy the women were leaving them alone instead of beating them or ordering them about. For a while, 5461 was content making the women of the village suck the taste of each other's cunts from his cock. Then one day the village was visited by Jenia Querisa, the local Lady of Bosom. 

On that day 5461 saw, for the first time, a woman with breasts. He had, of course, heard tales of the Ladies of Bosom, the rulers of the land. He had thought these stories strange. Women with two fleshy, round growths on their chests? To him that sounded grotesque bordering on disgusting. However, the moment he saw Lady Jenia Querisa he completely changed his mind. As she strode confidently through the village, her breasts, nearly the size of her own head, swayed and jiggled with each step. The sight sent a lightning bolt of lust straight to his cock, causing it to harden instantly. As the Lady passed, the women of the village looked away, ashamed of their own inferiority, and the men openly gawked but were too afraid to approach. She, surely, had the body a woman should have. All other women 5461 had ever seen had been pale imitations of the feminine form. 

Of course, her attitude was even more domineering and cuntish than the village women. Upon entering the village she ordered her guards to beat five men for "looking at her with ill intent" and then spent the rest of her visit in the village lambasting the innmother for her uncomfortable beds or having other men or women punished harshly for minor infractions. How sweet it would be, thought 5461, to make such a highborn, busty Lady like her submit? To feel her will give way before his pounding cock, to make her take his dick up her ass and then clean it with her mouth?

Unfortunately, the Lady was constantly surrounded by her guards during her stay in the village, so 5461 had been unable to act. After she had left he realized that the village women just didn't excite him anymore. Of course, he could still get hard for them if he wanted, but the fire that had once filled his veins as he smashed their cunts was now gone. He wanted – he NEEDED - a bitch with tits. Tommorow he was going to journey to the Lady's castle. He didn't know how he was going to get in. He didn't know how he was going to get close enough to the Lady to fuck her. All 5461 knew was that he was going to make Lady Jenia Querisa his bitch or die in the attempt.

Tonight was his last night in the village and he had decided to spend it with Marin, his favorite bitch. Before he had seen Jenia, 5461 would have called Marin stunningly beautiful. Even now, he still thought she was very pretty, especially when she looked up at him with her big, brown eyes while sucking his cock, like she was right now. Her only bad feature was her flat chest. 

"I've never left the village before," 5461 mused as Marin bobbed her head up and down in his lap, one hand furiously fingering her sodden pussy. "Is it any different out there?" Marin tried to pull her head off of his cock so she could answer his question but he pushed her back down. "You don't need to answer that, slut. Just keep sucking."

"Mmmm," Marin answered, happily slurping away. 

"Don't cum yet," he ordered. Marin groaned in disappointment but her fingers slowed. She looked up at him pleadingly. "Tell you what," he continued. "If you take my cock down your throat like a good little bitch I'll let you cum. Deal?"

"Mmm, mmm!" Marin moaned in assent. 

5461 grabbed the back of her head and shoved his dick as far down her throat as he could, which was about halfway. 5461 didn't have the unrealistic expectation that she take his entire cock, that would be unreasonable. After all, fully erect he was about fifteen inches long. Marin's lips were stretched obscenely around his girth.  He pulled back and thrust in again, making her gag violently. 

"I've been thinking. You see, I'm not like other men. I'm sure you agree, Marin. You wouldn't be kneeling here taking a throat pounding for just anyone. If I'm better than other men don't I deserve a name?"

"AK GAK URG BURK!" said Marin, choking as 5461's cock pounded down her throat.

"Burk. You know, that's actually pretty good. Its short, and easy to remember, but hard. Not soft, like a girl's name. I like it. From now on, my name is Burk." 

Burk pushed Marin's head off of his cock, allowing her to gasp for air for a few seconds. Then he grasped is cock in one hand and brought it down hard against her face. 

*SMACK* He struck her again with his cock. *WACK*

"Cum, bitch," he growled, voice low. "Cum while I beat your face with my cock." This was one of Burk's favorite ways to dominate his bitches. 

Marin's fingers increased speed. "Yes, sir!" Marin gasped, voice hoarse. "Club my face with your cock. Beat me with it! Show me my place! Oh god OH! GOD!" For a moment her body went rigid and her breath caught. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she experienced an intense orgasm. She collapsed on her back, a contented, well fucked smile on her face, gasping for breath. 

After a moment she raised herself on her elbows. "Sir, must you truly leave? Are you not satisfied with my pussy? What about the other village women?" 

"I'm afraid I cannot be content, as long as that big titted slut does not belong to me," said Burk. He knelt down beside her, cupping her chin with his hand. She had such a beautiful face. Too bad her chest was so flat. Still, he would miss her. "I'm going to leave you something to remember me by." He placed his hand on her taught stomach. "Today is your most fertile day is it not?"

Marin's eyes widened with surprise. "A child? I... Yes, please, sir!" She spread her pussy with her fingers. "Pour your seed into my womb and breed me, please, sir, PLEASE!"

Burk had impregnated many of the other village women. He guessed that most if not all of the village children born in the last two years were his, but of course it was hard to be sure. He had never bred Marin before because he wanted her to keep her perfect figure. She had asked him to knock her up several times, but he had always refused. But tomorrow he would be gone, so it was time to give her what she wanted. 

He slid his body up hers, her slim feminine form trembling beneath him. Burk could feel the heat radiating from her as he lined up his massive manhood with her sodden slit. She moaned and bucked her hips against him as he teased her entrance with the tip. "Take me," Marin panted. "Make me yours, fill me to the brim with your seed, please, I need it!"

Slowly, ever so slowly, Burk began to push his cock into her cunt. Despite her arousal and all the previous times they had fucked, Marin's cunt was still tight as a velvet vice around his dick. She writhed beneath him, an orgasm overtaking her before he was even all the way in. 

He hit her cervix, then pulled back and thrust again. She wrapped her legs around him. Whenever she wasn't screaming in orgasm, she urged him to cum inside her and knock her up. At last, he was on the edge. He balled a fist in her hair and lowered his head to whisper in her ear. 

"Get pregnant, slut!" With one final, punishing thrust his balls tightened, pouring massive amounts of cum through his cock into her fertile pussy. She came one final time as his spunk filled her, her hips bucking against him. 

As the last of his cum poured from his cock, Burk kissed her for the first time that night. She hungrily kissed tried to kiss back, but his tongue overpowered hers, invading her mouth. She was his completely. 

For several long minutes he lay atop her, his cock softening. Finally he rolled off of her. "I'm going to miss you, Marin," he said sadly. "I hope you like my gift at least."

"I love it Sir." Marin placed a hand on her belly. "I can't wait to birth your child. Oh, by the way Sir..." She took off the golden bracelet from her left wrist and held it out to him. 

Burk cared little for baubles, but Marin was offering him a gift. He would accept it to make her happy. He took it. 

"I bought it from the peddler this morning because I wanted to look pretty for you. It..." Marin paused. She looked like she was trying to remember something long forgotten. "It... asked me to give it to you, somehow. I don't know. My memory is foggy... Mmmm." Marin fell asleep, exhausted. 

Very strange. Burk slid the bracelet over his wrist. 

"Oooooo, why hello there, stud." The voice was a sultry, feminine whisper, like someone was whispering in his ear. He spun. There was no one there.

The voice giggled, then whispered in the same smoky tone "I'm not actually there, dummy. My mind is magically bound to the bracelet you are wearing. So you can hear me..." Burk felt something warm and soft press against his back. No... two warm somethings. Burk's cock rapidly rose to attention once again. "...and FEEL me," the voice continued. It (she?) giggled. 

"Who are you?" Demanded Burk. 

"I am the Black Witch. I've searched a long time for you, Ultramale. And I have a proposal for you."

TO BE CONTINUED

Axina and Burk Ch. 02



Burk

The voice simply would not leave him alone. Burk had tried to remove the bracelet, but somehow he was unable, as if the thing had tightened around his wrist. Finally he had given up. He left the village at first light, still intent upon claiming and fucking the local Lady of Bosom, Jenia Querisa, who ruled all the surrounding villages for miles. Now he was trudging along, his hard cock pushing uncomfortably against the inside of his ragged pants, as this stupid bracelet teased him.

"You can't ignore me forever, Ultramale," whispered the husky voice in his ear. "I know just what you like..." Two invisible, warm, soft, pillowy things pressed against his shoulder. "We could do so much together, you and I. I could... help you." 

Finally, his anger broke and he responded. "Fuck you, bitch! You're just a cockteasing voice with no cunt to fuck. You are completely worthless to me." 

"Oh, I have cunt, alright. You aren't allowed to fuck it, but if you accept my proposal you can have every other pussy in the kingdom. Imagine, all of the Ladies of Bosom, kneeling before you. Picture all of that soft, round, bouncy titflesh in the palms of your hands... pressed against you..." Once again he felt her phantom tits against his back. 

Burk stopped. "Fine. I'll listen to what you have to say. But no promises." He crossed his arms. 

The voice now spoke in a normal, conversational tone. "First, as I told you, I am the Black Witch. Have you heard of me?"

"They say you tried to rebel against the Queen twenty years ago, and she killed you. Everyone knows that."

"Yes, well obviously she didn't kill me. Ugh. I'm not sure what where to begin. First of all, how much do you know about Feminine Power?"

"I know that it is powerful magic wielded solely by the Ladies of Bosom. They say it is a gift from the Goddesses that proves their mandate to rule over the land."

"That's all you know?"

"Yes."

The voice sighed. "I'll cover the basics then. Feminine Power is the energy generated naturally by women. It manifests physically on women's bodies as breasts, or 'Bosom' as the Ladies call it. The larger a woman's bosom, the more Feminine Power she has. With training she can wield this energy in a near-infinite number of ways.

"However, Feminine Power has two key weaknesses. First of all, it can be stolen by other women. The most efficient way to steal Feminine Power is directly, through touch. Nearly all of the minor wars between Ladies are prosecuted with the objective to steal a rival's bosom. But direct touch is not the only way to steal Feminine Power. Have you ever wondered why only the Ladies of Bosom have breasts?"

"No, not really," said Burk, bored. 

"The Ladies of Bosom cast a spell upon every peasant girl at birth. Any Feminine Power a peasant girl develops is siphoned directly to the Lady who holds dominion over her. The spell is very inefficient, and gobbles up most of the power in transfer. The Ladies are not overly concerned by this, as the true purpose of the spell is to keep the peasant women in line and hoard all the power for themselves. I rebelled against the Queen in an attempt to fight that injustice. More on that later.

"Feminine Power has a second weakness: men. If a wielder of Feminine Power has sex with a man, she falls temporarily under his thrall. His masculinity forces her own power inward on the wielder herself, and she becomes bound to his will. The amount of time she stays bound depends on her Power. The more she has, the more vulnerable she is to cock-thrall. Other factors include her strength of will, and the amount of pleasure she experiences during the sex.

"Twenty two years ago, when I was still gathering power and support to attack the Queen, she became aware of the threat I posed. She tried to create a weapon to use against me and to keep the other nobles in line: a man, so dominant and masculine that he was capable of putting any woman- regardless of her power- in permanent cock-thrall. However, the Ultramale she created was more powerful and more prideful than she expected, and he escaped. Eventually he was hunted down and killed. 

"Soon enough after that I gained enough power and support to move against the Queen. Although she wielded far more raw power than I, I was much more skilled at wielding it. In direct battle with me, she stood no chance. And she knew it, the cunt. She lured me into a trap. Together with three of her most loyal followers she cast a time stasis field around me, cutting me off from reality completely as long as the seals of the spell continue to hold. At the very last instant, I saw the trap about to close around me. I bound my mind to this bracelet and tossed it out the window. Even in this form I have enough power to influence the minds of those I come into contact with, and by passing from hand to hand I was able to move about.

"And so I began my search. I hoped that the Ultramale had acted true to his nature during his escape and had left a few children in the bellies of some village women before he was hunted down, and that at least one of these might be a male of similar virility to his father. I was right. The search took me many years, but at last, Ultramale, I have found you. Your power alone can save me. 

"Free me from my prison and become my servant. Together, we can defeat the Queen and force all the Ladies of Bosom to their knees! We can crush the aristocracy and restore power to the good, honest peasant women who have been robbed of their very essence for generations!" The voice's tone changed at the end of her speech from that of a lecturer to a that of a zealot, with a hint of desperation. 

Burk shook his head in disgust. "You say the Ladies of Bosom exploit those under them to their benefit," he replied. "And I am sure you are right. However, you are wrong if you think that the peasant women are any different. Every one of them would do the same, given power. I have never met a woman who didn't treat me like a disposable piece of trash. I have also never met a woman who didn't worship me after I had filled her holes with my cum, smeared her face with her own spit and beat her silly with my dick. Women have value to me only when they submit to my will, and I will not be anyone's servant, least of all that of a female. 

"But I have a counter offer for you. I will free you from your prison, and when I do we will have a reckoning. We will see which is stronger: your magic or my cock."

The voice laughed. "I should have known that the Ultramale would be too proud to submit to authority. Very well, I accept your challenge. I am Vessala, the Black Witch. What do you call yourself, Ultramale?"

"Burk," said Burk. 

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Axina

An hour before midday, the Lady Axina Bethasuse's carriage arrived at the capital. Axina stepped from the carriage with the help of her lady in waiting. She was just outside the city walls, and the two great hills of the capital loomed above her. Axina had looked upon the capital from the outside many times, but today, at last, she would be allowed to enter. She was awash with excitement but she controlled herself. It would be unseemly for a Lady to be so emotional. Besides, if she cried tears of joy she might ruin her makeup. 

Axina had spent hours making sure her face, hair, and clothes were perfect for her first day in the capital. Her wavy platinum blonde hair was bound pinned up, and her red, low cut dress emphasized her newly augmented Bosom. 

By law, only Ladies of Bosom bearing the title of Baroness or higher were allowed into the Capital. Thus there were only two ways for Axina to gain entry: she could either give up all of her Feminine power and become a common servant for another Lady, or apply for a barony. In order to apply for a barony, she needed two things. First, she needed hold as personal property at least five square miles of land. Second, she needed breasts at least thirty inches in circumference. In the upper echelons of society, Feminine Power was everything. The more you had, the higher titles you could hold, the more authority you wielded. Thankfully, Axina had both. 

It had taken Axina years of intrigue and warfare against neighboring Ladies to gain enough land and Feminine Power to apply, but now she had both. Axina strode toward the notary, a small stone building just outside of the gate. Here she could apply for a title. She knocked on the door. 

"Come in," said a distracted voice. Axina opened the door and stepped inside. A brown-haired, freckled woman sat behind a polished wooden desk staring down through slim spectacles while her quill pen scratched at some document. Her breasts were small, not even enough to fill her own hands, so she was probably a minor Lady bound in vassalage tone of the more powerful and busty Ladies within the city. Axina cleared her throat. 

The scribe looked up. "Ah yes. Can I help you?"

"I'm here to apply for a Barony," said Axina patiently. The scribe reached beneath her desk, pulling up a large tome, titled "Realm Land Records".

"Name?" asked the scribe.

"Axina Bethasuse," said Axina. 

The scribe turned a few pages. "Bethasuse, Bethasuse... Ah! Yes, it says here that you currently hold seven and a half square miles of land. That isn't going to be a problem. Now, if you would be so kind as to allow me to examine your Bosom?"

Axina pulled down the hem of her dress, allowing her giant breasts to bounce out. Each was more than a double handful, yet despite their size they sat perfectly round and firm on her chest, topped by erect nipples the size of her index fingers. The clerk must be so jealous. Smirking, Axina leaned over the desk, tits swaying slightly. "Go ahead. Examine me."

The clerk didn't seem too impressed. "I don't know. They look a little small."

'Small?!' From this tiny titted twat?! "They're thirty four inches around," Axina said, trying not to show annoyance in her voice. 

"They look more like twenty eight, or twenty nine to me," said the clerk, sitting back down. "Sorry, looks like you're a little bit short. 

Axina fumed. She had measured herself multiple times to be sure. And this fucking cunt was ignoring her out of spite!

"Of course, I might just let it slide" continued the scribe, idly examining her fingernails. "If you... put me in a good mood, that is." She winked.

Fuck this. "Now listen here you flat-chested floozy," raged Axina, channeling Feminine Power as she stepped around the desk. "I'm not interested in taking shit from a little puissant tiny-tit like you." She held up her hand, gathering power into a ball of fire. "So give me my Barony or I'll..."

The clerk chuckled and held up her hand. Axina's fireball was snuffed out like a candle flame. She had about a half second to be shocked before she slammed into the opposite wall, where she was pinned by an invisible force, unable to move. 

Somehow, the small-breasted clerk had completely overpowered her. How? How could someone with such a small Bosom wield such power?

"Listen up, country bumpkin," said the clerk in a long-suffering voice. "Here in the capital, if you ask a superior for a favor you'd better be prepared to ask nicely... with your lips and tongue. Otherwise you might find yourself a servant without any Bosom at all. Do I make myself clear?"

Axina bit back her rage. She had no choice. Reluctantly, she nodded. 

"Good," purred the clerk. The force binding Axina to the wall receded, allowing her to fall to her knees. The clerk spread her legs and lifted her skirt, baring her shaved pussy. "Crawl over here and eat me out."

Axina crawled until she was staring straight up into the clerk's slit. She peaked up at the clerk's face. The bitch was wearing an absolutely insufferable smirk. Axina swallowed her pride and stuck out her tongue, licking delicately at her swollen labia. She tasted bitter, but not unpleasant. Axina dove in, pressing her lips against the clerk's pussy and licking her inner folds with fervor. 

Axina didn't really mind eating pussy, in fact she usually enjoyed doing so. But being FORCED to eat pussy, especially by a Lady with less Bosom than herself... that rankled. She would do what she had to do, but she would remember this, and someday the clerk would pay. For now, though, Axina had no choice to submit to her will. 

The clerk wrapped her leg around Axina's head, pressing her mouth and tongue deeper into her wet snatch. "Ohhhh, yeah," she moaned, lust and amusement plain in her voice. "Eat me you little cunt. Eat me like I'm your last meal!" She began to grind her hips into Axina's face, smearing her with her juices. "That's it. Good slut. I'm filling out your Barony title now."

Axina could hear the clerk's quill scratching away. She was true to her word at least. The sound stopped and her legs tightened around Axina's neck. "Don't stop licking, you whore! If you want your title, eat me the fuck out!" Axina returned her to her task, burying her face in the woman's muff. "That's it!" shrieked the clerk. "Yeah, I'm cumming! Ooooh, lap it up you slut!" Axina did her best to lick up the sticky sweet nectar that poured from the clerk's cunt, but as the woman's hips bucked her face was covered in the stuff. As the clerk came, she her legs tightened around Axina's neck. She couldn't breathe. 

The clerk kept her head in leglock as she finished filling out the paperwork. Finally, she held up the completed document. "This is your Title. Congratulations, Baroness Axina Bethasuse." She pressed the title against Axina's forehead, where it stuck in the pussy juices with witch her face was plastered. With a final chuckle she released Axina, who slumped to the floor, gasping for air. "Now get the fuck out of my office, bitch. I've got things to do."

Axina stumbled out of the Notary, pulling her dress up to cover her breasts. She began to walk toward the gates. This was hardly the triumphant entrance into the capital she had imagined. Her makeup was completely ruined and the bitter taste of defeat still lingered in her mouth. She would remember that clerk's face. 

Oh yes, she would remember.



Axina and Burk Ch. 03



Axina

The first thing Axina did upon entering the city was to hire a room at an inn. She was eager to see the city, but her face and hair were a mess after her encounter with the clerk at the Notary and she needed to clean up first. A spike of bitterness arose in Axina's mind at the memory, but she suppressed it. Today was not a day for bitterness. It was a day of triumph. At last she had entered the Capital, the epicenter of the entire kingdom's politics and power. 

Axina had brought only two servants with her into the Capital, both of whom were women of common birth. She hadn't brought any male slaves with her, as by law they would need to be either castrated or de-tongued before they were allowed to enter the city gates. Axina didn't have the time to oversee the necessary mutilations, nor did she need any men for the time being. If that ever changed she could send for some from her estate or simply purchase more. In any case, Axina's two servants performed their duties admirably, washing her face and brushing her hair. She complimented them (commoners are more loyal when you're nice to them) and set off to see the city. 

The Capital was built around two great hills, exactly equal in size and shape. They rose above the city like two great breasts on the chest of the land. The Royal Palace, residence of the Queen, nestled between them at the center of the city. 

At the very top of the easternmost hill rose the Arena of Bosom, where Noble ladies settled their disputes. In the countryside, conflict between Ladies usually resulted in war. In war, each Lady would command their mostly male armies and the winner could do anything she wanted with the loser including stealing all her Feminine Power, driving her off her land, claiming her commonfolk as her own chattel, and even killing her. 

Here in the capital things were done in a more civilized fashion. Disputes were settled by duel, in which the Ladies themselves would square off, Bosom to Bosom in magical combat until one of them either surrendered or was disqualified. Such duels were mediated with very strict rules to ensure the safety of both parties, and the winner was allowed to take at most twenty five percent of the loser's Feminine Power. On holidays, male gladiators fought to the death on the sands for the entertainment of the Ladies.

On the apex of the western hill was the cathedral of The Most Nuturing and Feminine Church of Womanhood. The Church claimed authority over all the female souls of the entire kingdom. Of course there were two separate liturgies: one for commoners and one for Ladies of Bosom. The commoners were taught that the Ladies' Bosoms and Feminine Power were Goddess-given and symbolized their right to rule. Of course, the Ladies themselves knew better, but it would not do if the peasants found out about that. There might be a revolt.

The Church was popular with both commoners and Ladies alike. Personally, Axina didn't put much stock in the Goddess or the supernatural. She trusted only her mind and her Feminine Power to get her through life, and so far it was working. Very few attained the title of Baroness before the age of twenty; Axina had managed it at nineteen. 

Axina decided to head up the eastern hill first. As she walked through the city she noticed something strange. Most of the women she passed had smaller breasts than her. In fact, some of them barely had Bosom at all. Since her breast size was just above the minimum required to obtain a Barony, and only Ladies of the rank of Baroness or higher were allowed into the city, this puzzled Axina to no end. She was missing something important.

Axina reached the pinnacle of the hill, paying a small fine to enter the Arena. Duels were fought every day at all hours in the Arena. Today there were three pairs of women battling in the sands below, each struggling against each other in different ways. The stands were sparsely populated, so Axina chose a spot at random and watched the duels for a time. 

The closest pair was clearly a mismatch. A thirty something Lady with breasts the size of watermelons was facing off against a younger woman whose entire Bosom was less than half that size. Of course, the less-endowed woman had no chance. The fight was already over, the younger woman was spinning around in mid air, completely overwhelmed by the older woman's Feminine Power. She surrendered within seconds. The older woman chose to be merciful and not take any Bosom from the younger, a generous gesture. The two walked off the floor of the arena. 

Off to the left, another duel was taking place, this one far more interesting. Both participants were young, probably early twenties. Their Bosoms were about equal size, although the Lady with the lighter skin had a slight advantage in that regard. Neither of their Bosoms were even half as large as Axina's. However, the way in which they were wielding their power was different from anything Axina had ever seen. It was much more... physical. Their power manifested in the form of weapons that they weilded; the darker skinned woman held a shining black whip, the lighter a translucent pink sword. 

The darker skinned woman cracked the whip in ruthless arcs. Each time the whip stuck the lighter skinned woman she cried out in pain, although the whip left no mark on her milky flesh. The lighter skinned woman was unable to close the gap because of the whip's greater range. Finally, the sword-wielder rushed forward, swinging at the whip-wielder's head. The whip wielder dodged, but the sword managed a glancing blow on her shoulder. The translucent blade passed through the whip-wielder's arm, leaving no wound, but somehow disabling the arm. The whip-wielder jumped back, one arm now swinging uselessly at her side, and lashed out with the whip.

The sword-wielder apparently didn't expect such a rapid counter attack. The whip coiled around her waist. She fell to the ground, screaming in pain. Seconds later, she surrendered. The fight was over. Both the whip and the sword dissolved into thin air, and the defeated sword-wielder lay prone on her back. The victorious whip-wielder crouched over her, cupping her supple breasts, her formerly disabled arm returning to full function. The victor's Bosom swelled as the loser's shrank by a quarter. 

"You're in my seat." Axina turned her head. A redheaded woman, about a year older than she, was looking at her like something she had just scraped off of her shoe. Her breasts were slightly smaller than Axina's. 

"There are plenty of open seats," said Axina, trying to keep her cool. Who did this woman think she was?

"Yes, but that one's mine." The redhead was clearly looking for a fight. Axina itched to crush her, but... the incident with the clerk was fresh in her mind. Just because this woman had a smaller bosom than her did not necessarily mean she was weaker. That thought hurt Axina's brain. What was she missing? In any case, best to play it cool for now. 

"Very well, I'll move," Axina sighed.

The redhead laughed. "Ha! I knew a wide eyed country yokel like you would have no spine! Look at you. You've got your tits hanging out and everything!"

Axina's mouth worked. The other woman's dress displayed far more skin than her own. "Hanging? I don't-"

"You should be begging to lick my clit, you hill born piece of trash! I bet your mother sucked your father's dick."

Axina's eyes widened in shock. The other insults she could have let go. Perhaps. But the implication that her mother had placed her mouth upon the filthiest part of a filthy male? That was not an insult she could let slide. So she challenged the redhead to a duel. 

Mere minutes later, Axina stood upon the sands. Opposite her, the rude redhead idly examined her nails. Between them stood a common, bosomless referee. 

"My Ladies," said the referee. "I humbly remind you of the rules. It is forbidden to cause any serious or permanent harm to your opponent. The first Lady to surrender loses. The winner may take at most twenty-five percent of the loser's Bosom. Any violation of the rules will be punished by the disciplinary board depending on the severity of the infraction. My Ladies are both ready?" She raised her hand. "Fight!"

Every Lady of Bosom wielded her power differently. Axina's specialty was elemental magic. Fire, water, air; these were her weapons. She sent a wall of air at her opponent, hoping to knock her off her feet. 

The redhead dodged, then lept forward at Axina. Axina backpedalled, throwing a fireball at her opponent's feet, hopping to trip her, but the woman kicked the fireball deliberately, somehow extinguishing it. Axina couldn't get away, the woman was too fast. Her fist slammed into Axina's abdomen, making her gasp for breath. Desperate, she channeled all the power she could into a fist of air and directed it at the redhead's face, but the woman deflected it casually and pushed her to the ground. 

How? How were women with smaller breasts than her somehow overwhelmingly stronger than her in Feminine Power?

The redhead planted a foot on the side of her head, pushing her into the dirt. "I didn't even need to use half my power to crush you, yokel. Now be a good girl and surrender."

"No. Fuck you, bitch." Just because Axina had been overpowered, didn't mean the fight was over. It wouldn't end officially until Axina admitted defeat. She couldn't afford to lose a quarter of her power now, not just after she entered the city. She needed to rise! To swell, to get stronger, bustier, until the whole world knew her name and all trembled at the sight of her tits. 

The redheaded cunt cackled wickedly. "I was hoping you would say that you little twat. Let's see how long you can keep up that attitude." Axina felt her skirt being pulled up around her waist, baring her bottom to the entire arena. She thanked the Goddess so few people were in the stands today. The redhead's hand came down hard on Axina's ass in an open-handed spank. Pain shot through her rear. The woman was unnaturally strong! "Surrender, bitch!"

"No!" moaned Axina through gritted teeth. The redhead's hand came down again, harder this time. Then again, and again. Axina fought back tears. She would not give in. She would not lose Bosom. She would rise! Then she realized that the barrage of spanks had stopped. The redhead was talking to someone. An angry someone.

"-told you when I accepted you as my vassal. No more picking on fresh-through-the-gate Baronesses!"

"Yes Mistress. I'm sorry Mistress, but look at her! She doesn't even compress her Bosom!"

Axina turned her head. The redhead was floating in the air about a foot off of the ground. She didn't look comfortable. A thirty-something motherly looking Lady stood facing her, face a mask of controlled fury. Axina recognized her as the same woman she had seen fight earlier, the one who had easily overwhelmed her opponent. Her breasts were the size of watermelons. Much larger than Axina's. Was she a Countess, perhaps?

"I'm not concerned with her decorum at the moment, Jula. As my vassal, any mischief you get into reflects poorly on me. If I find you doing this again, I swear to the Goddess you will spend the next year in cock-thrall to my entire stable of male gladiators. Do you understand?"

The redhead (Jula?) paled. "Yes mistress."

"Good." The motherly woman turned to Axina and her expression softened. "You showed admirable courage girl, though your power and skill are lacking."

Axina pushed herself to her feet, blushing. This woman... There was something about her. Her Bosom was larger than Axina's for a certainty, but Axina was convinced that she was even more powerful than her size suggested. The twin mammoth mounds of feminine flesh seemed to radiate power. "Please my Lady, who are you?" Axina asked. 

The woman glanced at Jula expectantly. "As my vassal, it falls to you to introduce me, Jula," she said patiently. 

Jula started. "Oh. Yes my Lady. Erm. I am Countess Jula Nersi. And this," she indicated the motherly woman, "...is Duchess Matrona Maternia, mistress of gladiators, Lady of Maternshire and direct vassal of Her Supreme Bustiness the Queen."

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Burk

The sun had just begun to set when the castle came into sight. Burk had never seen such a large man-made structure before. It was even taller than the mill, the tallest building in the village. Perhaps twice as tall. 

Burk didn't pause to marvel, though. He had come here for a purpose. 

"I don't understand why you're bothering with this two-bit, mosquito-bite-breasted petty floozy," said the voice of Vessala, the Black Witch. "An entire kingdom of well endowed and powerful Ladies awaits you. Why waste time?"

"Because I want to fuck her," answered Burk simply. "And what do you mean, mosquito-bite-breasted? Her breasts are the size of her head!"

"Sure, uncompressed," replied Vessala disdainfully. "Any Lady of significance and good breeding keeps her Bosom compressed to one tenth of its normal size as a matter of etiquette. This floozy lets it all hang out."

"What difference does that make to me? I just want to fuck a bitch with big tits."

Vessala sighed. "Compressed breasts are firmer, rounder, and perkier. Uncompressed breasts tend to sag unless the woman is very young. This Jenia Querisa is not worth your time. And you could be using that time to start breaking the seals on my prison."

"I don't care what you say, witch. I'll fuck any slut I want to fuck, and right now I want to fuck the Lady of this castle."

"Ugh. Fine. Let's get this over with, then. In fact, I'll help you. Just get the bracelet into contact with the floozy and I'll make sure the two of you are not interrupted."

As Burk approached the castle, the guard at the castle gate, a female officer of common birth, held up a hand. She wasn't bad looking, although she was completely flat-chested like all commoners. "Hold there, lad. Ya come to join Lady Jenia's army? We could always use more big, strong men like you." The officer wore a tight, well pressed military uniform that emphasized the curves of her hips and waist. She eyed Burk up and down, eyes lingering for a second on the bulge in his crotch. 

"I have," said Burk. "The Lady passed through my village a few weeks past, and I thought it would be an honor to fight and die for one so beautiful." The female officer asked for his number, and he gave it (5461). Then she led him through the gates, past a training yard to a barracks. The castle keep where Lady Jenia resided was further on.

"This is where you'll be staying. Head over to the practice yard and start training. We should be marching off to war within the month, so take your training seriously if you want to serve Her Ladyship, ya hear? 

Burk removed the golden bracelet (the one containing the consciousness of the Black Witch) from his wrist and held it out to the officer. "Please give this to Lady Jenia as a token of my adoration and willingness to serve."

"Sure, of course," said the officer with a gleam in her eye. Burk recognized that look. She was going to keep the bracelet for herself. Typical woman. He was going to have to... convince her.

He took a step toward her. "I have a gift for you, as well ma'am."

The officer eyed him coyly. "Oh? Is it a gift of great value?"

"Yes."

"That's some confidence," chuckled the officer, her voice taking on a flirtatious tone. She placed brushed hand over his upper thigh. "But you know, confidence without competence is just arrogance." Her eyes widened as she felt the mass of his cock through his pants. "Oh, that's quite a gift." She smiled wickedly. 

The officer pulled Burk around the back of the barracks into relative privacy, and began to undress. Burk followed her example, though disrobing did not take nearly as long for him as his male clothing was very simple. 

Burk contemplated his options. Usually, he would let the woman assume her typically dominant role during sex and gradually turn the tables on her over the course of about an hour. But Burk had not come here today to fuck some commoner officer. She was just a means to an end, so best to establish dominance right from the start and get this over with. As she pulled her pressed white blouse over her head, Burk grabbed her arms and shoved her against the barracks wall. With her shirt tangled around her head, she couldn't see. 

"Hey! You'd better Nnng!" She cut off as Burk roughly and possessively grabbed her pussy, pushing one finger up to the knuckle into her depths. She was wet enough that the finger slid in without trouble. Her breathing increased in tempo. 

Burk pressed his erect cock against her thigh and growled in her ear, "You're gonna take this up your fucking cunt aren't you bitch?" Her twat moistened noticeably. 

"Y-yes," she murmured. Burk pulled her shirt up over her face so that it still restricted her arms, but now he could look her in the eyes and see the exquisite mixture of fear and lust therein. He pulled one of her legs up and lined his giant cock up with her sodden slit. With one slow, deliberate thrust he pushed himself inside her to the hilt. "OOOOOOHHH FUUmmmff," Burk covered her mouth with his hand, stifling her scream of pleasure. No need to attract undue attention. 

For perhaps half an hour he pinned her to the barracks wall, his thick cock spreading her cunt wide. She gasped and trembled as orgasm after orgasm coursed through her body. Burk, on the other hand, wasn't really enjoying himself very much. Sure, her pussy felt nice around his cock, but he had had enough of these flat chested commoner girls. Finally, he pulled out and allowed the officer to slump to the ground.

The officer gasped, eyes slowly refocusing. She stared up at his cock like it was God himself. "I own you now," Burk informed her. "Remember to give my bracelet to the Lady Jenia." She nodded eagerly. 

"I... Yes sir."

Burk pulled his clothes back on, stuffing his still-erect cock back into his pants. She wasn't even worth a load, not today. He headed over to the training yard, figuring he might as well kill some time before nightfall, when he could take Lady Jenia. Although Burk had never fought before, he figured he would naturally be better at it than most men, the same way he was better at everything else. It came a surprise, then, that his first few bouts with his "fellow soldiers" resulted in his ass impacting quite firmly with the ground. Burk concentrated on learning the parries, the attacks, the footwork. As the sun began to set, he was beginning to hold his own against the other soldiers. 

At sunset, another female officer trotted up to the practice yard. "You there," she called to Burk. "The Lady wishes to see you personally." Burk allowed her to lead him into the keep. They passed through the main hall and ascended a spiral staircase which led to the Lady Jenia's chambers. The officer knocked twice at the door and waited. 

"You may enter," said a voice from within. The officer opened the door and led him in. 

The Lady Jenia's chamber was the most extravagant place Burk had ever seen. Silk tapestries covered the walls, depicting curvy feminine forms, Ladies engaged in magical combat. Upon another wall was painted a map of the whole kingdom in intricate detail. In the center of the room was a high bed, wider than any three cots Burk had ever slept in. A thin chain led from the headboard of the bed to an intricately carved collar on the nightstand. A strange device. Burk wondered at it's purpose. 

The Lady herself reclined in an armchair by the fireplace. She turned her head as the officer led Burk into to the room. "What is it?" she said irritably. The Lady Jenia was just as beautiful as he remembered. Her skin was smooth and pale, her hair long, dark and silky. Most importantly, her enormous breasts sat ripe on her chest, giant fleshy fruits waiting to be plucked, barely contained by her low-cut bodice. 




Axina and Burk Ch. 03



"This is the male you asked for, my Lady," said the officer with head lowered. Burk did not lower his eyes. 

"Ah yes," said Jenia, amused. She stood, causing her bountiful bosom to bounce. Burk felt his cock begin to harden at the sight. She held up her wrist, showing Burk the golden bracelet. "An exquisite gift. Where did you get this, male?"

"A woman gave it to me," Burk replied. 

"Oh? I very much doubt it, male. I think you stole it."

"I did not steal it," said Burk, gritting his teeth. Jenia narrowed her eyes suspiciously. She turned to the female officer. 

"You are dismissed. I will discipline this male personally and in private. Do not enter my room no matter what you hear, understood?"

"But, my Lady-" stammered the officer.

"You. Are. Dismissed."

The officer paled. "Yes, my Lady." She bowed stiffly and left the room, closing the door on her way out. 

Jenia paced around Burk in a slow circle, looking him up and down. Burk waited patiently. Finally, she spoke. 

"This woman you speak of must have valued you very highly, to give you such an expensive gift. You must be... extraordinary in some way."

"I am," said Burk. 

"Well, you are rather large, so I suppose you'd be a decent worker. However, I very much doubt a woman would give such a gift as this to a man merely for being a good laborer. You must be gifted in... other areas."

"I am," repeated Burk. Jenia raised her hand and gestured downward. Burk suddenly felt an enormous weight pressing against his shoulders. She was using some kind of feminine magic on him! He fell to one knee under the strain, then both knees, then finally onto his back, panting. 

"Oooo, you are a strong one," purred the busty Lady as she daintily knelt beside him. He was still unable to move, the weight was too great. "I will examine you to determine if your claims are plausible," she said softly, reaching for his crotch. "If I find you to be lacking, I will find you guilty of stealing from a woman, the punishment for which is death." She gestured, and his pants dissolved.

The look of shock on the Lady Jenia's face was intensely satisfying to Burk. The sight of his cock apparently had the same effect on highborn Ladies of Bosom that it did on common women. To her credit, Jenia recovered quickly. 

"Well, you certainly aren't lacking for size," she chuckled, running a finger gently from the base of Burk's erect cock to the tip. "But size alone isn't enough to please a woman." She gently wrapped her hand around the shaft and began to stroke. A curious sensation began to well up in Burk's dick, spreading from her hand. It felt warm at first, then alternated to cool, then hot, then cold, then warm again. It was an intense feeling that Burk had never felt. "I wonder how long you can last," said Jenia, smirking. "Most men don't last even two minutes under my power."

Lady Jenia's magical handjob might have been enough to get most men off, but not Burk. He relaxed, enjoying the feeling. Time stretched on, but Burk had long awaited this night. He could wait. After about thirty minutes, Jenia became inpatient. 

"Endurance is a virtue, male, but come now. At some point, your woman is going to want you to ejaculate."

"Fine," said Burk, and let fly. The first gob of his thick spunk hit the ceiling of the chamber. The second shot missed her head by mere inches. The third and fourth poured over her arm, and the final spurt trickled out onto her hand. She stood stiff, eyes wide in wonder at the sheer volume of Burk's cum. She was speechless, utterly dumbfounded by his impossible virility. His cock was still rock hard. 

Burk broke the silence. "You should also test my skill, should you not? Otherwise, how can you get a complete picture of my worth?"

"I... yes, I'll test..." Jenia trailed off, still staring at his throbbing member. She flushed, turning her back on Burk and picking up the collar on her nightstand. She turned back to him, hands trembling, and hurriedly fastened it around Burk's neck. 

As the collar clicked shut, the magic holding Burk in mid-air dissipated, allowing him to fall to the ground. He stood up, fingering the collar at his throat. The chain led from his neck to the headboard of Lady Jenia's large, extravagant bed. It was long enough that he could move around the room freely, but he could not leave the roomAnger began to well up in Burk's mind.

"You've chained me," he growled. "Like a dog. You'll wish you hadn't."

Jenia tilted her head back. "I am a Lady of Bosom and you are my chattel. I can do whatever I wish, and you have no right to object. In any case a Lady of my station can hardly be expected to lie with such a brutish male without some kind of protection."

Burk stepped toward her until he was towering over her. She looked up at him, some anxiety breaking through her mask of confidence. Burk raised his hand to her bust, grasped her left breast and squeezed. At last. Jenia's bosom was more pliable than he had expected, his fingers sank deep into her flesh as he squeezed. She slapped his hand away, fuming. "I don't recall giving you permission to touch me- oh!" Burk shoved her back onto the bed and began to crawl over her.

"I'm not your chattel anymore, bitch," he spat as he seized the cloth of her dress. "You're mine. And there is nothing in the world that can protect you from me." He violently tore open the front of her gown, freeing her huge tits to the open air. He seized her breasts with his hands, squeezing hard, then lowered his head to bite her left nipple. 

"Such insolence!" she gasped unconvincingly. "Unhand me at once or I shall... ohhhhh..." she trailed off, arching her back upward, pushing more of her breast into his mouth. 

For his part, Burk was enjoying the bountiful feast of feminine flesh that was Jenia's tits. He licked sucked, bit and pinched every inch of her breasts. Burk raised his head to look into her eyes. In them, he saw a great deal of lust, but also some of that irritatingly arrogant distain. She still thought she was better than him. He slid up her body so that he was straddling her upper abdomen, his engorged, fifteen inch cock looming ominously over her chest. "Time to learn your place bitch!" he hissed. The distain in her eyes was replaced by fear. 

He gripped his cock at the base and slammed it down into her right breast. Then again into her left tit. He continued to beat her tits with his cock, increasing in speed as she gasped and pressed herself upward into his assault. Her tits jumped and jiggled under the constant cock-beating, as if dancing to the rhythm of Burk's powerful masculinity. 

By now, Jenia looked almost crazed with lust. Her hips bucked beneath him and her eyes darted about wildly. She panted and gasped. "Please," she moaned when he stopped his cock-slap barrage. "Please fuck me. I can't take any more of this..."

"Since you asked nicely," Burk replied, pushing her legs apart. In truth, lust was overtaking him as well. He quickly lined himself up with Jenia's sodden sex and pushed forward. Despite her tightness, his cock slid into her without difficulty. However, as his thick cock impaled her, he felt some kind of resistance, as if some part of her was pushing back, although this wasn't really a physical sensation. Even if Burk had been an eloquent man, he would have had a difficult time putting the feeling into words. All he knew was that something was pushing at him. So he pushed back. 

He overcame whatever it was just as his cock slammed into her cervix. Jenia threw her head back and screamed like a woman possessed. Her cunt clamped like a vice on his cock and her back arched as a powerful orgasm rocked her body. When she opened her eyes, her attitude had clearly changed. She looked up at him like a mortal gazing upon a god. "I'm yours," she whispered softly.

"Yes," grunted Burk, pulling back for another thrust. "Yes, you fucking are."

"My GOD!" she screamed as he pounded her again.

"My name is Burk. Say it bitch!"

"Burk! BURK! BUUUUUUUUUUUURK!!!" she howled as another orgasm threatened to destroy her conscious mind. 

In all honesty, Burk wasn't really all that much more in control of himself than she was. He hadn't felt like this since his first romp with a village woman in a hayloft. The sensations coursing up his cock felt better than any other cunt he had ever fucked, by far. His thrusts quickly became erratic, and soon he was struggling to hold back his orgasm. 

At last he simply couldn't hold back any more. He roared, lodging the head of his cock against her cervix with a particularly hard thrust, and erupted. His earlier orgasm from Jenia's handjob was nothing compared to this. No orgasm he had ever had even remotely compared to this. Every muscle in his body went stiff, as cum boiled out of his balls, coursed through his shaft and shot into Jenia's cervix, filling her pussy to the brim in a matter of seconds. His orgasm continued, pouring shot after shot of hot, potent spunk.

Jenia's screams took on an even higher pitch as she felt herself being filled, orgasm after orgasm still coursing through her body and assaulting her mind. Burk pulled his cock from her now gaping, cum filled cunt, still spewing jizz, covering her stomach and breasts in cum.

At last, he collapsed on top of her, his chest mashing against her cum-covered bosom. For a moment, they panted into each other's ears, recovering. 

"Who owns you?" Burk finally panted.

"You, Burk, my master," she replied without hesitation. 

"Good. Now take this collar off me."

"Forgive me, master, but I cannot."

"Why the fuck not, cunt?"

Jenia looked down, ashamed. "That collar is designed to put men into my thrall. It's purpose is to level the playing field so that I can enjoy men without them controlling me through cock-thrall. It cannot be removed until at least twenty four hours after it is put on, as by then cock-thrall will have worn off. I am sorry, master."

"I'm not in thrall." Burk responded. "And you know that what you are feeling now- the cock-thrall I have placed you under- is never going to wear off."

"Yes sir," Said Jenia fervently. "Everything I own, all who serve me, all my Feminine Power, and my body are yours, forever." 

"Excellent." Burk said with a grin as he rolled onto his back and rested his hands behind his head. "Well, we have a solid twenty three hours until I can remove this collar. Why don't you get to serving your new master, slut."

"Yes sir, your big-titted slut lives to serve you," Jenia moaned, sliding down his body. Burk sighed as the hot mouth of his new slave engulfed the head of his still-hard member. Tomorrow he would set about freeing the Black Witch. He was going to enjoy himself to the fullest tonight with the formerly proud Jenia Querisa, Lady of Bosom.



Axina and Burk Ch. 04



AN: In case you haven't figured it out yet, the sizes in this story are going to get pretty ridiculous. And this chapter is only a small taste of what's to come in that regard. Just a fair warning. 

Burk

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Burk stretched and stood up. Jenia Querisa, his newest bitch, stirred but did not awake. The conquered Lady of Bosom slept upon a cum soaked bed, jism still leaking from her gaping pussy. More of the stuff was splattered all over her body, especially her face and breasts, though the veneer of semen could not hide the discoloration of a multitude of cock-shaped bruises that dotted her generous bosom. Burk smiled. It had been a good night. 

He slipped the bracelet of the Black Witch from the sleeping woman's wrist and put it on, and immediately the soft, sultry voice of Vessala cooed in his ear. "Your power is very impressive, Ultramale. I suspect you'll be a very useful tool for me once I've put you in my thrall."

"I suspect you'll be a useful cumdump after I've put you in MY thrall," Burk grunted in reply. Vessala chuckled huskily. 

"Well we'll just have to see about that."

The chain connected to the collar around his neck was quite long. Long enough to reach a small door to the left of the chamber. Burk walked through the door into the chamber's bathroom, the center of which was an enormous basin, the edges of which were gilded all over in intricate gold and silver patterns. "What even is that?"

"It's called a bathtub," Vessala explained seriously. "We women like to remain clean, so we bathe in water to wash ourselves." 

"I know what a bathtub is," said Burk, exasperated. "I just don't understand why everything has to be made of gold." He slipped into the water. It was cold, but not as cold as the streams he normally bathed in. Still, he wasted no time, scrubbing the various accumulated filth of the last couple of days (and last night) from his body. 

"Did you seriously think that men never take baths?" he asked Vessala. 

"Well, the lot of you always smell absolutely awful."

"Yes, that happens because of this thing called 'sweat', which is the result of 'work'. I can see why you Ladies of Bosom wouldn't be able to relate."

"If women did the work, men would have no purpose to exist."

Burk sighed, stepping from the bathtub. Debating with women was pointless. Only fucking yielded desirable results, he found. 

When he emerged from the bathroom, his new bitch was waking up. 

Jenia moaned slightly, eyes opening. She smiled as she saw Burk. "Good morning, Master." She sat up slowly, clearly sore from last night's activities. "How may I serve you?"

"Well, for starters, remove this collar." 

"Yes sir." She slid out of bed on wobbly legs and approached him, face downcast. Doubtless she was ashamed that she had tried to chain him in the first place, as she should be. Her delicate hands unfastened the thrall collar and allowed it to fall to the floor. Burk smiled, touching his neck. He hated being chained.

"You're leaving, aren't you Master." It was more of a statement than a question and her voice was filled with so much sadness that he almost felt bad.

"Yes, I'm leaving. There are things I must do."

"What shall I do once you are gone?"

Burk considered. "What were you doing before?"

"I was attempting to conquer a neighboring province in order to capture the Lady of the province and take her Bosom. My eventual goal was to gain enough Feminine Power to apply for a Barony and move to the capital, where I could continue to gain more Bosom and political power."

"Just keep doing that," said Burk. "I like sluts with big tits." He turned away and stepped toward the door, but she fell to her knees and grasped his leg. 

"Please," she pleaded, "Please just let me serve you one more time."

Burk nodded. "Very well. Suck." 

Jenia eagerly ran her tongue along his flaccid shaft, flicking it over the tip of the head. As Burk's massive manhood began to stiffen, she engulfed the head with her mouth and sucked gently, tongue lapping at the underside and teeth brushing gently against the shaft. The heat of her mouth contrasted sharply with the cold morning air. Burk sighed and relaxed, allowing his first bust-bearing bitch to bathe his cock with her mouth. She looked up at him adoringly as she bobbed her head, slurping and sucking with increasing intensity. Her attentions brought him ever closer to release, until he passed the point of no return.

Just before he came he pulled his cock from her mouth. The first stream of his spunk flew over her head, splattering the opposite wall. Burk quickly re-aimed his cum cannon and emptied the remainder of his copious seed all over her face and tits.

As the final streams of Burk's semen dribbled out of his cock, Jenia fell onto her back. Still coated in last night's filth in addition to the new steaming load on her face and tits, she began to masturbate, one hand roughly squeezing her breast, the other seeking out her pussy and vigorously rubbing her clit. "Master," she gasped in between moans, "Please master, may I please cum?"

"You may," said Burk absently. He turned to leave as her cry of pleasure reached its highest pitch. 

Burk walked out of the keep and out of the castle. A few officers stepped forward as if to stop him, but the froze, gaping at his cock as he walked naked past them, head held high. He grabbed a pair of pants from one of the barracks on the way out, then stepped unchallenged onto the open road. 

"All right then," he said to Vessala. "Let's get started. What do I have to do to break the seals on your prison?"

"The first seal is about a day's journey east of here," Vessala replied.

Burk walked east.

"The seals are borne by specific Ladies of Bosom; the Queen's closest confidants at the time of our battle twenty years ago," Vessala continued. "At first, the Queen thought she could create the spell using only three seals based on the Three Feminine Virtues, Intelligence, Courage, and Motherhood. However, the spell was unstable, so she was forced to place a fourth seal, the seal of Chastity, on to the infant daughter of one of the other seal-bearers. 

"The bearers of the seals of Chastity, Intelligence, and Courage all reside far from the capital so as to minimize the chances of the seals being broken all at once. The Queen herself bears the seal of Motherhood. Once all are broken, I will be free."

"So in order to break the seals, I have to fuck the girls," Burk guessed. "Otherwise, why would you need me specifically?"

"Yes," replied Vessala, "but it's more complicated than that. Right now we are headed toward the stronghold of Baroness Mirah Vageena, bearer of the seal of Chastity. The seal itself lies upon her hymen. In order to break it you will need to take her virginity, but not by force. The seal will not break unless she gives her virginity to you willingly, and before you put her in thrall. That could be difficult, even for you."

"I'll figure it out." He paused. "Does she have big tits?"

"She is a Baroness, so her Bosom is undoubtedly at least twice as large as that country floozy you just finished ravishing," Vessala purred. 

"Excelent." ------------------------------------------------------

Axina

Axina simply couldn't keep her eyes off of the Duchess Matrona's massive Bosom. As the carriage rolled, the motherly Lady's giant mounds of feminine flesh jiggled ever so slightly. How could such large breasts sit so perkily upon the woman's chest? It was as if they defied gravity itself. Axina wouldn't be surprised. With the power of a Duchess, such a spell would doubtless be very simple. Next to her, Axina felt like a little girl. 

"So, Miss Bethasuse, who taught you to wield Feminine Power? Your mother perhaps?" Axina started, looking up at the Duchess's face. A twinkle in her eye and a slight smile on her lips told Axina that the older woman had noticed her staring. She blushed.

"N-no one taught me, my Lady," she stammered. "My mother... has been very ill since I was born."

Matrona looked surprised. "Really? Well, I thought your skill was lacking, but without instruction your level of mastery is actually quite impressive. I suppose that also explains why you do not know how to compress." She paused for a moment. "Miss Bethasuse, would you like to become my vassal?"

Axina's mouth fell open. She had not even dared hope for such an opportunity. Normally, a new Baroness would swear fealty to a newly promoted Countess. To become a vassal of the most powerful Duchess in the city... It was too good to pass up. "Yes," she said quickly. "I would be most honored."

"Good," said Matrona, leaning back. "I believe you have great potential, Miss Bethasuse, so I will take charge of your training from now on. First, you must learn to compress your Bosom. It's exceedingly simple. Just push your feminine power inward into itself. Concentrate." 

Axina closed her eyes, doing as Lady Matrona bid. She opened them again and watched with dismay as her magnificent Bosom (that she had spent such time and effort to expand) shrank from its former jiggling glory into two tiny bumps on her chest, not even large enough to fill a single hand. She sighed abjectly. She was going to need to get new dresses all over again. 

"Oh don't be so dramatic," admonished Matrona. "You only need keep you Bosom compressed while in public. At home you can let them hang out as much as you like. Speaking of which, have you acquired a permanent residence in the capital yet?" Axina shook her head. "Well then, you shall live with me for the time being. I have plenty of room in my mansion. We should be nearly there now." 

Sure enough the carriage stopped moments later. Axina stepped out and looked up. The Duchess's residence was indeed a mansion of great size. It even had a sizable garden. A garden, in the middle of the city! The mansion was located about three quarters of the way up the eastern hill, fairly close to the Arena, and the view was excellent. The Lady Matrona bid her come inside and led her to a comfortable, well furnished room.

"These will be your quarters for now," said Matrona. "Have your servants fetch your things, then come to my chambers to seal the contract of vassalage. Feel free to take a look around in the meantime." 

"Yes, my Lady," said Axina, curtsying quickly. She did as Matrona bid, sending her handmaidens to fetch her meager belongings from the inn, then set off to explore the grounds. The gardens were absolutely lovely, full of brightly covered flowers and hedges trimmed to look like women, animals, and even males. The garden was tended by several flat chested commoner servants. Axina chatted with them for a few moments; they were cheerful, respectful, and all around pleasant. While talking with them she was startled when a male walked down the garden path.

The male was like a great column of muscle, clad only in a dirty loincloth, he towered over Axina head and shoulders. He hurried down the path as a female servant prodded him from behind with a stick. "Ho!" called one of the gardeners. "A new acquisition? He looks like a strong one."

"Indeed!" Responded the servant with the stick, as she led the male to a blocky wooden building behind the garden. "We'll just have to see how well he performs in the Arena. Who knows, maybe he'll earn the Lady Maternia's favor?" She turned to the male. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, brute?" The male grunted in response. He must have been de-tongued already. 

In truth, living so close to a group of males made her anxious. Sure, there had been males back at her castle in the country, but they were a lot further from where she slept than this stable was from her new room. Many ladies took males as lovers (with the appropriate precautions of course) but Axina had never considered doing so herself. Certainly, the male form attracted her the same way it did most women, but Axina did NOT see the appeal in becoming a slave to the lusts of a brutish animal, even temporarily. 

Her own servants soon found her, informing her that they had finished moving her things into her new room, so she headed to lady Matrona's bedchamber. She knocked at the door. 

"Enter," came Matrona's voice.

Axina pushed open the door, stepped inside, and shut the door behind her. Matrona sat on the edge of her bed, idly running a brush through her hair. She straitened and smiled as Axina entered. "Ah, Miss Bethasuse. I trust you know the ceremony?"

"Yes, my Lady," responded Axina meekly. 

"Good. Let's get started."

Axina unbuttoned her dress and let it fall to the floor. She was to complete the ceremony nude. She fell to one knee in front of Matrona, bowing her head. "I, Baroness Axina Bethasuse, an inferior in Feminine Power and in rank, do petition your Ladyship Duchess Matrona Maternia for vassalage. I swear absolute obedience to your Ladyship until your death or until you release me from my oath. I swear it by all that makes me female." With her right hand she touched each of her breasts and her pussy in sequence. 

Matrona stood up, gently placing her left hand on Axina's head. "I, Duchess Matrona Maternia do accept, you, Baroness Axina Bethasuse as my vassal. All those who seek to hurt you must first come through me. I swear it by all that makes me female." She touched her own breasts and pussy through her clothes. "It is done. By tradition, I would have you eat me out now, but I first I would like to show you something, Miss Bethasuse. Tell me, would you like to see my Bosom, uncompressed?"

Axina raised her head, eyes wide. 

"I'll take that as a yes," said Matrona, grinning. She pulled her bodice down, revealing her giant watermelon-sized tits in all their firm, powerful glory. They seemed to radiate power. And they were already so big! Matrona closed her eyes, breathing deep. Slowly, her already massive tits began to expand. Matrona bent at the waist as her bosom decompression picked up speed. Her breasts doubled in size. Then they tripled. Then quadrupled. When they reached full size the twin orbs of flesh occupied half of the room. Matrona herself was no longer visible behind her own mountains of feminine perfection.

Axina was in the presence of a Goddess. What would it be like to wield so much power? She couldn't help herself. Her hands slid over her own body, one seeking her soaking pussy, the other cupping her own inadequate Bosom. It had come uncompressed and was now at full size. When had that happened? It didn't matter. Her breasts were still nothing compared to Matrona's. Mosquito bites. Specks. 

"You see now why it is considered common courtesy to compress your Bosom in public," said Matrona. "Higher ranking Ladies like myself simply can't be expected to walk around like this all the time." The twin mountains of flesh shrank gradually back down to their former, still enormous watermelon size. Matrona smirked as she saw Axina on her knees, masturbating and moaning piteously. She sat down on the edge of the bed. Axina watched, rapt, as Matrona spread her legs. "Come here, dear. It's rude to cum before your liege lady. 

Axina lowered her head and crawled to the bed, kneeling before Lady Matrona. Slowly, she lowered her unworthy mouth to her beautiful womanhood. The older woman's slight intake of breath as Axina's lips brushed against her clit was all the encouragement Axina needed. She dove in, slurping at the Duchess's slit with an almost religious fervor. Matrona was right, it was considered bad manners to reach orgasm before your liege. And Axina wanted to cum, badly. Through sheer force of will she removed her hands from her own breasts and pussy and placed them on Matrona's thighs instead. Matrona rested one hand gently on her head and purred appreciatively. "You are quite talented for one so young, Miss Bethasuse. And I mean that in more ways than one."

"Thank you My Lady," Axina responded between licks.

"Yes. Just keep going, just like that. Oh, I'm going to cum. Oh!" Matrona's hand pressed slightly harder against the back of Axina's head. Axina lapped up the sweet nectar that flowed from the junction of Matrona's thighs. As the Duchess's orgasm ended, Axina's hands flew back to her own hyper aroused body. "Not so fast, girl," Matrona chuckled. 

Axina moaned helplessly as her arms were pinned to her sides by Matrona's power. The Duchess gestured upward, and she was lifted off the ground and set gently on the bed, still unable to move her arms. "Please, My Lady," Axina almost sobbed. She thrashed around, trying in vain to stimulate her pussy on something, anything. "I need to cum, please let me cum!" Matrona was rummaging in her nightstand. What was she doing? Axina needed to cum NOW!

Matrona straitened, holding something in her hand. Axina's eyes widened in shock. It was made of dark, polished wood, and was seven or eight inches long, wickedly curved, with a wide section toward the top. "A dildo?! My Lady, if the Church found out you had that, you could be excommunicated!" Totemization of male anatomy was strictly forbidden under the precepts of the Most Nurturing and Feminine Church of Womanhood.

"I won't tell if you don't," said Matrona with a sly grin. She brought the dildo up to her mouth and ran her tongue along it from the base to the tip. 

Axina couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her new Goddess, possessing a forbidden object and acting so incredibly lewd, was too much for her mind to handle. But, if anything, the display only made her hotter. She squirmed in her invisible bonds. Matrona slid onto the bed, lying between Axina's parted legs. Axina squirmed helplessly as her new Liege Lady gently teased the entrance to her womanhood with the big wooden phallus. 

"You're so tight, girl," Matrona cooed. "I'm guessing you've never had anything bigger than a finger or tongue in here, is that right?" Axina nodded. "Then this will be an important step for you." She slid up Axina's body and kissed her lightly on the lips, her hands still holding the dildo against her cunt. Axina felt the awesome weight of Matrona's Bosom pressing against her own inadequate bust, utterly dominating and engulfing them. The pressure of the dildo against the lips of her pussy intensified. "You want it, don't you, Axina?" the older woman purred.

"Yes my Lady," gasped Axina. 

Matrona lowered her mouth to whisper in her ear. "Call me, 'Mother', dear." 

"I... yes, Mother. Please, fuck me mother!"

Axina gasped as the dildo slowly pushed its way into her pussy. Her hymen had broken when she was very young but she was still virginally tight, and despite her arousal the penetration by the hard, unforgiving wooden phallus was painful. As Matrona pushed it in to the hilt, Axina whimpered. 

"Does it hurt, dear?" Matrona embraced her, cooing gently. "Don't worry, it only hurts for a moment. There there..." Axina felt Matrona's breasts beginning to swell, and before long her entire head was engulfed between the two soft, pillowy mounds of feminine divinity. She nuzzled deep between Matrona's breasts, protected, comforted, and dominated by her new mother's superior Bosom. As Matrona pulled the dildo from her depths and pushed it back in, harder this time, Axina experienced her first orgasm of the night. She screamed, her cries of pleasure muffled by Matrona's titanic tits.

Matrona kept the dildo moving and the orgasms coming for over an hour. When, at last, she stopped, Axina was ready to pass out. Her head was spinning with pleasure the likes of which she had never before experienced. A great wave of tiredness washed over her, and as her eyes fell shut, she heard Matrona whisper, "One day you'll rise high, Axina, but tonight you belong to me."

Axina drifted off to sweet, deep sleep, head still nestled in her new Liege Lady's Bosom and dildo still up to the hilt in her pussy.



Axina and Burk Ch. 05



Axina

Axina curtsied politely to her opponent as the referee signaled for the fight to begin. Across the sand of the Arena, her opponent, Baroness Wila Slu curtsied as well. Then with a flourish, a pink, translucent knife appeared in her hand. She sped across the Arena toward Axina a preternatural speed. 

Axina focused, channeling her Feminine Power into her own legs and enhancing their strength, allowing her to jump backward away from the knife thrust. She was not an enhancement specialist like Wila, so she knew that she couldn't avoid the other woman's attacks forever. Instead she elected to go on the offensive. She fired a deluge of water at Wila. Wila stood firm, enduring the attack, likely enhancing her arms and legs to maintain her footing. Axina used the opportunity to move back, putting some more distance between them. As Wila charged in for another strike, Axina knocked her onto her back with a hammer of wind. 

Dazed, Wila attempted to climb to her feet, but Axina pushed her down again with air and bound her hands and feet to the ground. The other Baroness was at Axina's mercy. All that was left was to make her surrender. 

Axina channeled her power into her hand, creating a pink flame. She had spent the better part of two weeks mastering this spell, on Lady Matrona's advice. "All the power in the world won't help you win duels if you can't get your opponent to surrender," she had said. "If the fight lasts more than an hour, then it's a draw, no matter how much you've dominated. What you need is a surefire way to create pleasure or pain. Or both."

Axina straddled the pinned Baroness, pulling down her bodice to reveal her tits. They were perky little handfuls, slightly larger than Axina's. 

"You are as good as they say," Willa panted as Axina tweaked her nipple. "But can you make me give up? I'm pretty stubborn, you know."

Axina simply smiled and brought the pink flame down onto Wila's right breast. Wila's eyes shot open. "Oh," her eyes rolled back in her head. "Oh, that's good..." Axina changed the flow of power to the flame, and it changed color to an angry red. Wila screamed in pain. Although the flame did not actually burn her, it would feel very much like it did. 

Axina moved the flame to Wila's left breast, changing it back to the pink, pleasure flame. Then she shifted it again to the right breast, and back to the red, pain flame. She moved it back and forth as Wila writhed beneath her, alternating, pleasure, pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain, pain, pain pleasure, but she still refused to give up. 

Axina paused for a moment, allowing Wila to catch her breath. Then she turned around, grasped Wila's skirt, and began to pull it up.

"No, please!" Wila moaned. "I give up."

The referee moved in from the side. "Baroness Wila Slu has surrendered!" she shouted. "Baroness Axina Bethasuse wins!" The crowd cheered as Axina stood, planting a foot between the breasts of her defeated opponent. Axina's Liege Lady, Duchess Matrona Maternia, gave her an approving smile from the stands. Axina curtsied to her. She was glad to have made Matrona proud. Now, it was time to claim the prize of victory. 

Axina hiked up her skirt, exposing her pussy, and straddled the head of the defeated Baroness Wila. "Eat me, loser," she snickered. 

"I'll get you back for this, Bethasuse," Wila grumbled, but she did as commanded, tongue softly and skillfully caressing the folds of Axina's cunt. 

Axina sighed her defeated opponent's soft tongue lapped at her clit. "Goddesses, I love winning," she laughed, caressing Wila's bosom. "You really shouldn't have said those things about my mother, Wila."

"Oh come now, Axina. Everyone knows your mother is a huge slu-ummmph!" Axina pushed her muff harder against Wila's mouth, silencing her. 

"I didn't say you could talk bitch!" She twisted Wila's nipple cruelly for good measure. Honestly these people who whispered rumors about her mother had no respect. The woman was ill, for goddess's sake. In any case, dominating Wila was fun, but it was time to take her prize. She felt Wila's breasts, squeezing softly. In their currently compressed state they were just large enough to fill Axina's hands. Axina loved this moment, a rival's soft, round, warm tits in her hands, just before she took them. Her fingers tightened, digging into Wila's soft skin, and the globes of flesh in her hands began to shrink as raw power coursed up Axina's arms, collecting in her own enlarging Bosom. She wanted to take it all! 

But there were rules, here in the capital. She released Wila's breasts, hands instead groping at her own, feeling it's increased size with glee. She had taken about a quarter of Wila's size, and Wila had been larger than her beforehand. The rush that came with the acquisition of additional power had left Axina on the edge. She grunted, grinding her sopping pussy against Wila's face, and within seconds she was trembling as an intense orgasm coursed through her. "Oh, yeah," she gasped. "Fucking... Fuck. YES!" 

Axina stood, legs still unsteady, leaving Wila in the sand with her face coated in Axina's juices. A few in the crowd cheered, although the stands in the arena were far from full today, and most of the observers were watching a battle between two countesses that was occurring to Axina's left. Axina did catch a glimpse of the smiling face of her Liege, the Duchess Matrona Maternia, which she returned. Matrona met her outside of the arena where they both stepped into the Duchess's carriage. "Congratulations, Miss Bethasuse! Your technique has much improved in a very short time. Your talent is nothing short of remarkable." 

"Thank you, My Lady," said Axina, blushing, as she sat down opposite her Liege in the carriage. That was high praise coming from Matrona. 

Matrona glanced at her slyly, hiking up her skirt. "We're alone in here, girl."

"Yes, Mother," Axina said softly. She sank to her knees on the floor of the carriage, leaning forward to taste the older woman's wet core. Matrona tasted divine, and as always, Axina felt like a scrawny twelve year old in her presence. As Axina glanced upward, all she saw were the undersides of Matrona's titanic tits. 

The older woman cooed. "You're such an obedient little daughter, Axina. Mmmm, and you've got such an agile little tongue too." She breathed in sharply and let it out in a soft hiss. "That it, girl. Make your mommy feel good. Oh yes. Ooooooh!"

The mother-daughter thing was a fetish of Matrona's. The older woman had borne five children, all of them male, so Axina was like her surrogate daughter. Axina didn't mind. Other than the Queen herself, Duchess Matrona Maternia was the second most powerful woman in the entire realm, both in political influence and Feminine Power. In the capital, Matrona was the most powerful (apart from the Queen of course) and she had the Bosom to show it. Axina knew she was truly blessed that such a powerful regal, and sexy Lady had taken her under her wing, and she was more than happy to accommodate any of the Duchess's kinks. And besides, Axina had never really been very close to her own mother, on account of her illness. 

Before long, the muscles in Matrona's legs tightened and her pussy convulsed against Axina's tongue. Axina lapped up the sweet juices that dripped from Matrona's snatch eagerly. It was truly delicious. Some said that the size of one's Bosom affected the taste of one's pussy, and based on Axina's experience, this was true. 

Matrona patted Axina's head as she came down from her orgasm. "Mmmmm. Thank you Dear, that was exquisite."

"My pleasure, Mother," Axina said, bowing her head respectfully and licking her lips. 

"I have a surprise waiting for you back at the mansion," said Matrona huskily. "A big surprise, you might say." 

"I can't wait," Axina responded. She wondered what it could be. A bigger dildo, perhaps? She would have to wait and find out. 

Burk

"You're a traveler, ain't ya, lad?" asked the old man Burk was working beside. "I ain't seen ya around before. Don't worry, I won't tell nobody." Officially, travel between villages was forbidden to males, but such rules were impossible for women, even Ladies of Bosom, to enforce. 

"Yep," Burk responded. "I'm a traveler." He swung his hoe at a weed, cutting it off at the base. 

"Well then, lad, I do appreciate the help and all, but you'd better skedaddle. The Lady Mirah is commin' through this village today to make her selection. A young, strong man like yourself would get picked for sure. I'd get while the gettin's good."

"What does she do with the ones she picks?" Burk asked as he continued to cut weeds away from the crops. 

"No one knows." Said the old man. "A friend of mine got picked this last winter. He came back a week later and seemed fine, but when I asked him what had happened he didn't say. None of 'em ever say. I've heard whispers from her castle guards about experiments that are forbidden by the church... Well, I say, don't risk it. Who knows what kind of twisted shit she does to em? They say she's some kinda scholar. Maybe she cuts em open and looks at their insides!"

"Thanks for your concern," said Burk, "but I think I'll take the chance." He continued to work in silence. The important thing was to get close enough to the Baroness Mirah Vageena to break the seal and claim her. 

Half our later, a military procession rounded the fork in the road. At the center, surrounded by female officers, strode Lady of Bosom, most likely Mirah Vageena. She was shorter than average, with brown hair pulled up into a bun. She was very young, probably the same age as Burk, and she was dressed more richly than Jenia had been. On her nose perched a pair of half rim spectacles, through which she peered at the males as they worked the fields. Disappointingly, her breasts were much smaller than Jenia's. 

"What the hell," Burk muttered under his breath.

The voice of Vessala, the Black Witch, sighed in his ear. "She is compressing her Bosom, obviously, as any Lady of decent breeding would do while in public."

"Well, how do I get her to UNcompress it then?" Burk muttered.

"Force her to lose concentration. Or just put her in thrall and order her to. But, remember that in order for this to work, you must not put her into thrall before breaking her hymen. And, you mustn't rape her. If you do the seal will not break."

"Yeah, I know." As the procession passed by, Burk raised his eyes to meet the imperious gaze of the Lady. She halted, looking back at him, intrigued. She quickly issued commands to two of her officers and they stepped off the road, walking toward Burk. 

"You there!" one of the officers shouted to him as she approached. "State your number."

"5461," replied Burk.

"The Lady Mirah wishes to examine you. Be grateful, male."

"Sure, whatever," Burk replied allowing the officers to escort him to the Lady Mirah's entourage. The officer who spoke seemed annoyed at his insolent tone, but she said nothing. Moments later, Burk stood before Baroness Mirah Vageena. She was even prettier up close, though she also seemed shorter. 

She approached him slowly, tilting her head slightly and peering up at him through her glasses intently. "A most interesting specimen," she cooed. With a gloved hand she delicately reached out and prodded his chest, feeling the firmness of his muscle. "Yes indeed. I will learn much from you, I think." 

Burk grinned. "Perhaps you might."

"Well, come along then," the Lady Mirah shouted to her escort. "Back to the castle. I am anxious to conduct my experiments." The procession continued, Mirah's officers pushing Burk along. He walked with them without complaint. 

"It strikes me as odd that the bearer of the Seal of Chastity should become a scholar," mused Vessala in a voice only Burk could hear. "Especially since her mother, who bears the Seal of Intelligence, is Papess of the Most Nurturing and Feminine Church of Womanhood. Scholarship is generally frowned upon by the church. Perhaps this is some form of childish rebellion?"

Burk could hardly answer, surrounded as he was by Mirah's escort. Instead he focused his attention on Mirah herself. Her form was quite pleasing indeed, and he began to imagine what she would look like, feel like, and sound like as he fucked her. 

After a few hours journey they reached the Lady Mirah's castle. Burk had to admit, he was very impressed. The structure was not only much larger than Jenia's castle had been, but also much more ornate; dotted with gothic arches and lifelike gargoyles. As he passed through the gate, he noted by the wear of the stone that it was likely much older than Jenia's castle as well. The inside of the courtyard was dotted with fountains depicting naked men and women. About half of them seemed to have been destroyed for some reason. 

The Lady Mirah's escort split up after passing through the gate, only Burk and his two guards following her to the castle keep. Ultimately the room they led him to was not a bedchamber but a study, walls lined with bookshelves. Burk's blood ran cold as he saw chains hung down from the ceiling, attached to a frame that's purpose was clearly to keep someone suspended in the air, unable to move. The lady Mirah motioned toward the chains and the two guards seized Burk. 

Burk was not going to be chained. With a roar, he hurled one guard across the room. The other guard struck him with the butt of her spear, but he hardly even felt it. He seized the second guard, but as he was doing so the Lady Mira touched his forehead with two fingers. There was a spark, and suddenly Burk felt weak, his consciousness fading. 

"Fuck," he murmured. Then everything went black.

When Burk awoke he was chained and hung naked inches above the floor, his arms spread wide. He growled, opening his eyes. The lady Mirah peered back at him through her spectacles. She smiled. "I do apologize for knocking you out," she said, "and for... restraining you. It was necessary, I'm afraid, for me to maintain control of the situation, and I find thrall collars to be distasteful."

"You'll regret this, bitch," Burk spat. 

"I regret it already," Mirah replied. "I must admit," she cooed, caressing Burk's massive flaccid shaft softly with one hand, "I was tempted, so tempted, to just let you have your way with me. To surrender my virginity to this monster and live the rest of my life in the thrall of a male. But alas, the consequences of such an action would simply be too dire. I will have to settle for a Ceremony of Worship."

She stepped back and crossed her hands over her chest, seizing a massive breast in each hand through her dress. Her lips emitted a sexy little gasp of pleasure at the pressure. Then she swiftly knelt before Burk and touched her forehead to the floor. "Man is King," she declaimed reverently. 

"What?" This wasn't what Burk had been expecting. 

Mirah straightened, and looked up at Burk, still kneeling. "Man is King," she repeated. "'Man' is the archaic term for 'male', and 'king' refers to a male ruler." Burk stared at her blankly. She sighed. "I suppose I should explain further. Well I hope your chains are comfortable. 

"My mother, Xencina Vageena is the Papess of The Most Nurturing and Feminine Church of Womanhood. Growing up, whenever I had a question she would direct me toward the scriptures. More and more, I found that the church's answers didn't satisfy me. I needed to see the world with my own eyes, to gain real knowledge. I began to study males, first as a form of rebellion as males are considered unholy by the church, but the more I learned the more fascinated I became. My tests universally pointed to a shocking truth: absent the advantage of Feminine Power, males are superior to females in every way. The more I observed, the more came to realize that, contrary to the teachings of the church, men are truly divine, not women. So why then do women rule over men? I turned my study toward the field of history, and what I found was even more surprising. There was a time before the rise of the Ladies of Bosom, about five hundred years ago, when Men ruled the earth. Furthermore, all the evidence I have found indicates that this time was one of greatness. 

"For example, take this castle. It was built by men, during the Era of Kings. No building built since the rise of the Ladies of Bosom has matched its majesty, its craftsmanship. In fact, all of the great buildings in the capital were built during the Era of Kings and then repurposed later, from the Arena, to the Cathedral, and even the Royal palace. 

"I dared not publish my findings of course. But I did search, discreetly, for other Ladies who might know the truth. In the end, they approached me: a secret society of Ladies of Bosom who are dedicated to bringing about the return of the Era of Kings: The Phallic Cult. We of the Phallic Cult believe that Man is King, and that cock-thrall is a holy state which women should seek whenever possible. We also hold it to be our joyful obligation to provide our Kings with the pleasure they deserve." She grinned. "But forgive me, your majesty, I ramble on while I should be worshiping your cock."

Burk sighed as Mirah's hot mouth engulfed the head of his gradually hardening dick. Vessala's voice chuckled in his head. "The Papess's daughter is a cock worshiper! How ironic. And idiotic. Everyone knows women are supreme. In any case, just fuck her already."

Burk made no reply. After all, he was still in chains and unable to move. Below, Mirah pulled her mouth off of his cock with a *POP*. She stared up at its fully erect length in awe. "Your Majesty's cock is truly magnificent. If other men are kings, you must be an emperor!"

"Take off these chains," demanded Burk, "And spread your legs, slut."

Mirah stood up and stepped back. "Alas, I cannot comply, your majesty. The Phallic Cult teaches that it is a grave sin to deny a King the right to use one's body as he pleases, but in this case I must beg your forgiveness. Then again, a baptism of your seed will surely wash away all my transgressions." She reached behind her back, undoing the buttons on her dress. It fell to the floor. Underneath, she wore only a pair of white stockings, which were soaked down her inner thighs with her arousal. She knelt before him again, massaging her breasts. Burk watched with rapt attention as the twin globes of soft flesh began to swell beneath her hands. She moaned lewdly as her tits reached full size: four times the size of her head. Despite their enormous size, both bountiful boobs sat round and firm on the Lady Mirah's chest, bouncing only slightly as she moved. 

"Does your majesty like my Bosom?" Mirah cooed. "My breasts truly exist for the pleasure of men, not to delineate my own petty social standing. Here, let me show you." Mirah inched forward wrapping her enormous tits around the base of Burk's cock and squeezing. Burk gasped in pleasure at the heat and pressure. Mirah licked at the underside of his shaft which was pressed against her face. Then, slowly, she began to raise her chest up, squeezing her tits up the shaft of Burk's huge cock. As she slid her magnificent melons back down his colossal member the feeling of pleasure intensified. It felt a lot like the handjob Burk had received from Jenia.

Except it was much, much better. Mirah kept up the magical titfuck, slurping at the underside of his cock with every stroke. "Oooh, your majesty, your cock is so huge. Please, grant me the gift of your cum! Please baptize me in your seed. Wash away my sin against your divine masculine greatness!" The pleasure, combined with the sight of Mirah wantonly worshipping his cock as no woman had ever before (especially not BEFRORE he fucked them) was too much even for Burk's monumental self-control. His hips began to buck, his balls tightening. 





Axina and Burk Ch. 05



Mirah was experienced in pleasing men in this way and didn't miss these cues. She pulled back, stroking Burk with one hand while the other flew to her clit, rubbing furiously in circles. She tilted her head back, opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue, her posture clearly inviting Burk to cum all over her sexy face.

Burk was hardly in a position to refuse, for Mirah had already brought him past the point of no return. His scalding spunk boiled from his balls, coursing through his shaft and shooting with force from the tip in salvoes; the first of which completely whitewashed Mirah's face and filled her mouth to overflowing. Mirah pressed her breasts together as the remainder of Burk's copious load blasted against her chest. The white goop pooled in the valley between her giant jugs, quickly overflowing and pouring down the vast expanses of titflesh. 

When Burk finally shot the last of his seed out onto her tits, Mirah was coated from the tip of her head to the tops of her thighs in thick, goopy cum. She swallowed the cum in her mouth with a gulp and continued to masturbate for a few seconds, until she reached orgasm. She came with a strangled gasp, muscles in her thighs convulsing as her back arched, and then collapsed onto her back, breathing heavily.

"If ever there was a more eloquent argument for the divinity of males," the cum-coated Baroness panted, "I have yet to encounter it." She sat up, shakily removing her glasses and licking them clean before putting them back on. Her eyes widened in surprise. "You're still hard! But..."

"Take off these chains," Burk demanded. "And spread your legs." If anything, he was even more aroused than before. 

Mirah sighed regretfully. "Much as I would like to, I simply cannot. You see, many years ago there was a powerful Lady of Bosom who rebelled, attempting to overthrow the queen. She was called-"

"The Black Witch," Burk interrupted. "The queen trapped her in a stasis field, which is maintained by four seals, which are borne by four different Ladies of Bosom. You carry the seal of Chastity, which will break if you ever give up your virginity. Did I get all that right? Good. Now take of these chains and spread your legs, slut."

She stared at him like he had grown horns. "Yes, but you must know that the Black Witch is no friend to men. If she escapes, there will be chaos. She could set the work of the Phallic Cult by decades!"

"The Witch won't be a problem after I do to her what I'm about to do to you. Now, chains off, legs spread. Now."

Mirah stood up and approached hesitantly. Finally, she spoke, haltingly at first but gaining strength. "I... I have worshiped... waited, doomed to eternal virginity, and never permitted to enjoy the sweet surrender of cock-thrall. I prayed to the great Male God for a miracle, so that one day I might be fucked the way a woman should. When I look at you, your majesty," she softly caressed his balls, "When I look at you I wonder if you might be my miracle. Could you really defeat the Black Witch?"

"Look at my dick and tell me what you think," Burk replied.

Mirah looked for a long time. Then she shakily raised one hand and touched the chains that held Burk suspended from the ceiling. They released, and he dropped out of them a few inches to the floor. Mirah laid on her back, spreading her legs as wide and parting her virgin pussy with her fingers. 

Burk knelt, rubbing the tip of his colossal cock against the lips of her tight, but sodden snatch. He pushed into her slowly, careful not to hurt her too much. After all, she had given him one hell of a blowjob and titfuck, so she deserved a little consideration. He paused as he encountered the resistance of her hymen, allowing her to accommodate to his girth. 

"Finally," Mirah murmured with tears in her eyes, "Finally I am complete. My body exists to serve men."

"No," grunted Burk. "Your body exists to serve ME." And with that he thrust his hips forward, tearing her maidenhead. Mirah screamed in simultaneous pain and pleasure as a violent orgasm overtook her. She bucked her hips up into him, gushing vaginal juices diluting her virgin blood. 

"It worked!" said the voice of Vessala, laughing triumphantly. "I can feel the spell weakening." 

Burk settled into a slow rhythm, going deeper with each thrust until he was pushing into Mirah's cervix each time. At first, she egged him on between orgasms. "I'll be your loyal slave," she moaned as she came down from her third. "Your busty bitch, forever. I'll kneel before you and suck your cock for hours every day. I'll bend over and let you put this massive shaft up my ass. I'll devote my womb to bearing your children, if you want! OOOOOOOHHHHH!" She cut off as she came again, even harder this time. 

Burk grabbed her tits as he fucked her, squeezing her massive mounds, marveling at their size. His fingers sank into the pliable flesh as he squeezed harder, driving the busty Baroness to greater heights of pleasure. 

Before long, Mirah's frantic pledges of loyalty and servitude turned were completely overtaken by her orgasmic moans and screams as she was cumming at frequent intervals. Burk increased the pace in order to get himself off, and before long he was ready. He slammed his hips forward one more time and unloaded, blasting his cum against her cervix and into her womb. She curled her legs around his waist, pulling him in hard as she experienced her most powerful orgasm yet. 

Burk pulled out of her gaping pussy and sat back to observe his handiwork. Mirah lay limp, huge breasts rising and falling as she panted, trying to regain her strength. She was still covered in cum from before. More seed poured liberally from her cunt. The blood from her torn hymen had long since been washed away by her own gushing fluids. 

"A name," she said after a few minutes of recovery. 

"What's that?"

"When one of the Phallic Cult devotes her body to the service of a man, she is supposed to give him a name. What do you think?" 

"I have a name already," said Burk. "It's Burk."

"Burk..." She mulled it over. "Kind of a simple name for a king, isn't it? Wouldn't you rather be a 'Ramses' or a 'Nebudkunezer', or..."

"Burk is fine." Burk smiled as his cock began to harden once more. 

Seeing this, Mirah slowly climbed to her knees. "Well then, Slut-Baroness Mirah Vageena at your service, King Burk." She slid up into his lap and straddled his cock. With a squeal of delight, she sank down onto her new master, impaling her newly broken in pussy on his dick. Burk lay back with his hands behind his head, letting his newest bitch ride him to her heart's content. 

One seal down.



Axina and Burk Ch. 06



Burk

Burk contentedly caressed Mirah's tits as they both basked in the afterglow of their most recent fuck. The Baroness's bountiful bosom overflowed his hands, soft flesh slipping between his fingers as he squeezed. Mirah paused her tirade to squeal in pleasure, but quickly returned to her heated debate with Vessala concerning whether women or men were superior. Mirah clutched the bracelet on Burk's arm, allowing her to hear the voice of the Black Witch as she lay with her head resting against his chest, cum still oozing from her pussy. The night was quiet apart from the crickets, and the tent he and Mirah occupied was spacious and comfortable, as befit a Lady of Mirah's social standing. 

Burk smiled. He enjoyed Mirah's company, and not just for the obvious reasons. The woman was quick-witted and passionate. Additionally, her personality did not seem to have changed much when he put her in cock-thrall. Of course, she had been submissive and slutty right from the start, so Burk supposed there wasn't much to change. 

Mirah had been eager to help Burk on his quest, which he had not expected, and with her aid he was probably going to have an easy time approaching her mother, the Papess. The Papess was Burk's next target on his quest to free the Black Witch. As bearer of the seal of Intelligence and highest authority of the kingdom's religion, she was surely going to be a formidable foe. Luckily, she could hardly refuse her own daughter an audience. That would be Burk's chance to strike. For the moment, he turned his attention to the debate between his newest bitch and his invisible companion.

"Nonsense!" declared Mirah. "All of my tests showed conclusively that males surpass females in intelligence as well as physical strength." 

"Something must have been wrong with your tests, then," sneered the disembodied voice of Vessala. "Because men are stupid apes. Ultramale! What is the difference between Enhancement and Elemental Feminine magic?"

Burk shrugged. 

"You see? And the sad thing is, he's BETTER than most of them."

"Knowledge is not a measure of intelligence, but of education, Witch. If you give a man and a woman a puzzle, the man will probably finish it first."

"Even if I agreed with that premise and accepted the validity of your tests, which I don't, there is still the issue of Feminine Power. Surely you must admit that women possess a deep, spiritual link to the earth and the Goddesses that men lack. Otherwise, why would women and ONLY women possess the power of creation itself?"

"Ah, but if Feminine Power also leaves its wielder vulnerable to cock-thrall. If Bosom was meant to set us OVER men, then why does it betray us and enslave us to them whenever one of them sticks his cock inside us?" 

"The problem," Vessala stated mater-of-factly, "Is that too much Bosom has been accumulated by too few individuals. The Ladies of Bosom horde the Feminine power of the common woman, which grants them power, yes- but it also makes them far too vulnerable to men. Not to mention, it leaves the vast majority of the female population cut off from the divinity of womanhood. That is why no woman should be allowed to steal Bosom from another. Then, all women could peacefully rule over men together and keep them in their place." 

"Bah," Mirah snorted. "The utopian women's republic that you and your supporters advocate is not only morally reprehensible, it is untenable." 

"Well, then, I'd love to hear what public policy the Phallic Cult intends on advancing, assuming this 'glorious' male revolution of yours ever materializes." 

"Society will be divided into three strata. The first group will be made up of men, for Man is King, and should rule over all women in splendor. Directly beneath them will be the Slut Caste, which will consist of the women who acknowledge and embrace male supremacy and devote their bodies and minds to the service of Men. The third and lowest caste will be the Unfuckables- those women who defy the power of masculinity. The Unfuckables will have all their Bosom taken from them by the Sluts, who will use feminine power for its true purpose: worship of superior Men."

"Except that men are morons. Which means in reality, the system will be the same as it is now: controlled by a relatively small group of extremely endowed Ladies of Bosom. Except under your system, the ruling class will spend most of its time in cock-thrall. Gee, I wonder what could possibly go wrong."

"I think you're both wrong," declared Burk. The debate ground to a halt. Mirah stared at him, startled, and he sensed Vessala would be doing the same if she had eyes. "You keep talking about 'divinity'. Men are divine, or women are divine, and deserve to rule because they are superior and transcendent yada yada yada. I think that's stupid. As far as I can tell, both men and women are just meat. As for whoever is meant to rule, I would say no one. At least, I acknowledge no authority, male or female, over me. Authority is like chains. I don't like chains. 

"Of course, I only want to fuck women. So in that sense at least, I suppose women are superior since only women can please my cock." He scratched his head. "I will have to think more on this." 

Both women continued to stare at him. "This one certainly has a one track mind," Vessala finally commented. "Deciding the relative superiority or inferiority of a group of people based on your penis's erectile state is an... interesting methodology."

"To be fair, it is a pretty awesome cock," said Mirah, reaching down to caress it and finding it hard. With a squeal of delight she slid down his body and engulfed the head in her hot mouth and sucked hard. 

Burk sighed, stroking Mirah's hair as she blew him. Of all the women he had fucked, Mirah required the most effort to satiate. She was also the most fun. Plus, she was an excellent cocksucker. With a *Pop*, the busty slut pulled her mouth off his cock and buried her face in his balls, slurping noisily. 

"Vessala," Burk said. "You still haven't told me how to break the seal of intelligence."

"Indeed." Vessala paused. "The seal of intelligence lies on the Papess's tongue. To break it, you have to get her to suck your dick. But you can't use coercion or violence, nor can you put her in cock-thrall beforehand. She has to put your dick in her mouth with her own free will."

"That sounds challenging," said Burk.

"I'm sure you'll think of something."

Burk rolled his eyes. Then he gently pushed Mirah's head away from his cock and flipped her onto her back. She moaned lewdly as he lined up his fifteen inch member with her sodden slit. This time, he was going to fuck her until she passed out. Otherwise he was never going to get any sleep. 

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Axina

In Matrona's room, sitting on her bed, was a male. "Your surprise, Miss Bethasuse," said Matrona. 

Axina clutched her hands before her in disgust. "Lady Matrona," she protested. "I... I don't really want... I mean..."

Matrona walked up behind her, gently grasping her shoulders. "I know that you have misgivings, Axina, and I don't blame you. I have made some inquiries concerning your mother, so I understand why the idea of sex with a male might cause some anxiety. But you must know that what happened to your mother was a... special case. Normally the state of enthrallment is very temporary."

Axina eyed the male. He wasn't as large as some of Matrona's gladiators, but even so, his body was covered in hard, cruel muscle. Not soft and beautiful like a woman's. His chin was covered in ugly stubble and his hair was closely cropped to his head. He wore only a loincloth over his... organ. For the moment, he sat docile, eyes lowered. A chain from the head of Matrona's bed led to a collar around his neck. A thrall collar. That took the edge off Axina's anxiety, but she remained on edge. 

"I know that, Lady Matrona. Even so, I don't see why I should... fornicate with one of them." 

Still behind her, Matrona leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Surely you must have noticed, dear, how your libido rises every time you acquire more Bosom." Matrona's hands slid downward, lightly brushing over Axina's upper body until they were caressing her breasts. "As you continue to gain more power, you will get hornier and hornier. You will need to learn to manage your lust, and eventually masturbation, and even the touch of other women, simply won't be enough." She chuckled huskily. "Not even if the other woman is me. So you will need to make use of men, and you might as well get used to it now." 

"B-But their dirty," Axina whispered. 

Matrona released her and stepped over to the male. "Not if you wash them," she replied absently. She reached out and caressed the male's face gently and with affection. "How are you today, 2342?" She asked. 

The male looked up at her in awe and smiled. Matrona retuned the smile and bent to kiss him full on the lips. When she pulled back from the kiss, her face was flushed. "I had 2342's voice box removed instead of his tongue. The operation was a bit pricier, but worth every penny. Males should always be able to both kiss and fuck in my opinion." She brushed aside the male's loincloth. Axina felt her eyes bug. 2342's penis was only semi-erect, but already it was larger than the dildo Matrona had used on her on the night she swore vassalage. And it was getting bigger and harder every second, twitching like it had a life of its own. Matrona grasped it gently and gave it a few pumps to speed up the process. 

The male reached up and caressed Matrona's Bosom, but she brushed his hands away. "Not me today, dear," she admonished. She pointed at Axina. "You're hear for her. Be extra gentle with her now, she isn't very experienced." The male's looked at her. It appeared that he hadn't realized Axina had even been in the room before. Axina was frightened by his sudden, intense gaze. 

Matrona stood up and walked to the door. Before going through it, she said, "This one will cure you of your phobia Axina. After all I carried and birthed him myself. He is VERY good. As good as the male who fathered him, I would say. Have fun!" And with that, she shut the door, leaving Axina to her fate. 

The male stood and began slowly walking toward Axina. She didn't realize she was backing up until her back hit the wall. Thoughts of her mother kept racing through her mind. She was terrified of what this brutish creature was about to do to her. She was also incredibly, terribly aroused. After all, despite her feelings about males' brutish ways, despite her love of the ideal feminine form, she was still attracted to males. Her pussy positively dripped underneath her skirt as this ugly column of male muscle approached, hard cock at the ready. To be fair, he didn't smell as bad as most men, although the smell still made her stomach want to turn. And it made her pussy even wetter. 

The male stood before her, appearing confused. He reached out to touch her, but she batted his hand away. "Don't you dare touch me you ugly brute!" she shrieked. He appeared even more confused. 

"Ugh. Alright, let's get this over with." She marched over to the bed and plopped down on it, pulling her skirt up around her waist. "But don't you dare touch me." This time, the male looked amused. "Any more than is absolutely necessary," she amended. 

He rolled his eyes (cheeky bastard) and crawled over her, careful not to touch her as he lined up his sizable member with her embarrassingly aroused quim. She closed her eyes and tried not to breathe in the male's offensive scent. She did her best not to squirm as the tip of his dick pressed lightly against the entrance to her pussy, fighting down panic as he began to thrust it forward. It was so big! And then, all of a sudden her labia gave way and he was inside her. 

As his cock entered her Axina felt his will pressing against her mind. She resisted with all her might, but he was just so strong... She felt her will beginning to crack. As he pulled back for a second thrust, she broke, and his will poured into her like a river after a dam is destroyed. An intense tingling sensation began in her breasts and coursed throughout her body, making it difficult to think. It only lasted a moment, a fraction of a second. When the feeling faded, she opened her eyes.

2342 stared down at her, uncertain. He was still carefully positioning himself so that no part of him was touching her except for his dick in her pussy. 

Goddess, he was beautiful. 

Axina raised one trembling hand to feel the hardness of his chest- so unlike a woman's, but so appealing. Every part of him was gorgeous, from his intense brown eyes to his square jaw, to his taught abs, to his strong legs. How could she not have seen it before? 

"Touch me," Axina demanded of this beautiful creature. "Take me, feel me, FUCK ME!"

2342 didn't hesitate. He slammed his hips forward in a powerful thrust and brought his hands down to caress her tits. She let them decompress under his hands, squealing in delight as he pinched her nipples, then moaning in ecstasy as his mouth descended on her right breast. For a moment she was worried. Did he like her Bosom? Surely he would be used to Matrona's much larger tits... But he seemed pleased. Axina felt relieved. 

A storm of pleasure was rapidly brewing in Axina's pussy. She began grinding her hips up into his, seeking the sweet release she sensed was just around the corner. Finally, she came with a scream of passion, her blood seeming to catch fire as she pressed herself against him, seeking maximum contact. 

Her orgasm felt amazing, but left her feeling strangely unfulfilled. With a start, she realized that what she most desired was not her own pleasure, but his. She wanted to please him, but she didn't know how. But there was one thing she could do: give him control. She pushed him away for a moment, and looked into his eyes. 

"Fuck me however you want," she told him. 

A grin slowly crept across his face. Then he seized her, easily lifting her and flipping her over onto her hands and knees. With a grunt, he thrust into her with savage power, pushing her entire body forward. He leaned over her, burying a fist in her hair and pulling her head back, alternating between kissing and nipping at her neck as his powerful thrusts drove at her again and again. He was taking her just like an animal. Just like...

"I'm your BITCH!" she shrieked. "Oh, fuck me fuck me FUCK!" She was cumming again, slamming her hips back to meet his thrusts and gushing all over his cock. She had barely come down from that orgasm when another overtook her, this one even more intense. He was fucking her to get himself off, now, rather than to please her. And that turned her on more than anything. 

Finally 2342 pulled out of her with a groan, cock shooting hot cum all over her ass and her back. She loved the feeling of the hot seed cooling against her skin, but she was too tired to enjoy it for long. She collapsed forward, 2342 falling to the bed beside her. As she drifted off to sleep, she thought she saw a bit of awe in his eyes as he looked at her. But then again, perhaps that was just a reflection. 

Hours later, she awoke to a quiet shuffling noise. It was still too dark to see clearly, but she could hardly mistake the gigantic Bosom that hung mere inches away from her face. Matrona. She seemed to be examining 2342's thrall collar. 

"Lady Matrona," Axina said groggily. 

"Oh, I did not mean to wake you dear," Matrona responded. Then, more to herself then to Axina, "There appears to be a small crack in this collar... interesting..."

"What does that mean?" asked Axina. Her head felt like it was full of straw. Thinking was hard. 

"It means you may be the one we've been searching for. Go back to seep. We'll talk in the morning once you're rested and out of cock-thrall." 

"Mmmm... Ok." Axina closed her eyes.



Axina and Burk Ch. 07



Axina

Axina scrubbed herself thoroughly, attempting to remove every trace the smell of male from her body. The smell did not make Axina nauseous, like it had before last night, but it still wouldn't do to go around stinking of male. Her face heated as she recalled last night's events. She had SUBMITTED to a MALE. She had let herself be taken like a sow. She had shouted that she was his bitch! Axina couldn't help herself. She slipped a hand beneath the water of her bath, seeking her pussy. For several minutes she furiously frigged herself, reliving 2342's powerful thrusts. Finally she came hard, trying her best not to cry out. Then she shook herself and got out of the bath. 

Axina quickly dried herself off and got dressed. It wouldn't do to keep Lady Matrona waiting. Once she was presentable, Axina quickly approached the Duchess's study and knocked on the door. Matrona beckoned her to enter. She was sitting behind her desk, thoughtful expression on her face. On the desk sat a collar, which Axina recognized as the one 2342 had been wearing the previous night. 

"Ah, Axina. Splendid. I trust your first experience with a male was... satisfactory?" 

Axina blushed. "Yes, my Lady. You were right, as usual." 

"Excellent. I shall see that 2342 is specially rewarded. And perhaps now you have a better understanding of the underbelly of politics in the city."

Politics? What was Matrona talking about? What did males have to do with... And then it dawned on her. "My Lady, you said the more Bosom one gains, the stronger one's lust becomes. So then, all the most powerful Ladies must need access to males... I had wondered why someone of your lofty station trades in something as low as gladiators. Now it all makes sense!"

"Indeed. Gladiators are not the only source of cock within the capital, but they are the best. Nothing makes you want a male more than watching him kill another male; actually it's quite a strange phenomenon. And all the Ladies of note are complete cock addicts. By controlling the supply of cock, I can practically control the whole city." Matrona smiled knowingly. "Now, let's talk about this, shall we?" She tapped the collar. Upon inspection, it appeared to have a small crack. 

"The thrall-collar, my Lady?" 

"Indeed." Matrona paused. "I enchanted this collar myself, obviously with the purpose of holding in my thrall any male I place it upon. These things are quite durable." She pointed out the crack. "But while you lay with 2342, this one broke."

"I... erm. I apologize wholeheartedly for damaging your property, my Lady," said Axina, embarrassed. "2342 and I were quite... active."

"A thrall collar would not break in ordinary circumstances, Miss Bethasuse. I assure you, it has seen much, MUCH harder use than your activities last night."

"Well then begging my Lady's pardon, what happened too it?"

"I am not certain, but I have a theory." Matrona leaned forward. "It is not possible for any being to be in thrall of two people at the same time. 2342 was wearing my collar, therefore he was in thrall to me. I think at some point last night, 2342 fell under the thrall of another, which caused my collar to break."

"But how is that possible?" Axina asked. "The only other person there was-"

Matrona tilted her head and smiled.

"...me," Axina finished. "You're saying I did it. But how could I be capable of such a thing? I have never even heard of women putting males in thrall without the aid of a collar."

"I have a theory about that as well," Matrona continued, "but I will not tell you about it until we are actually sure that you actually have the capability. We have to test that theory first, and at the moment we have some more pressing concerns. You are aware that tonight is the beginning of the Festival of Motherhood."

"Yes my Lady." The Festival of Motherhood was one of the four great festivals, and the greatest among them. The celebrations were to last nine days. There would be feasting, drinking, dancing, art contests, a melee-orgy, and of course a gladiatorial tournament. 

"Good." Matrona paused. "Could you quickly name the top four Ladies in the realm in terms of Bosom for me?" 

Axina nodded. "The Queen is the most powerful, obviously. After her, there is Duchess Jea Dikei, who holds the title of Field Marshall. From what I hear, she is more of a brute than a Lady, a male in a woman's body. The third most powerful would be you, my Lady, followed closely by Duchess Zena Bilzata, who also owns the second largest stable of gladiators in the city." 

"Indeed. Bilzata is my chief political opponent, since Dikei cares nothing for politics and never comes to the capital. This year, she has volunteered personally to be the Vessel of the Festival, no doubt hoping to solidify her position by bearing another female heir." 

The Vessel of the Festival was a grand tradition in the capital. A woman- usually a high ranking Lady of Bosom- would volunteer to be impregnated by the victor of the gladiatorial tournament in celebration of the Feminine Virtue of Motherhood. 

"This is an excellent opportunity to curb Bilzata's influence," continued Matrona. "If we play our cards right she will be utterly humiliated in front of the entire city. I want her bested utterly, her stable depleted, her vassals humiliated. And I want her knocked up by one of my boys."

"What is my place in your plans?" asked Axina. 

"You will join my other vassals during the Melee-Orgy. Together you will target Bilzata's vassals, beat them down and fuck them hard." 

Axina smiled wickedly. "As you command, My Lady."

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One of the arbiters held out a bronze bar to Axina. Axina sighed, reaching out and touching the bar, willing her Feminine Power into it. As Axina's breasts began to shrink the bar began to change shape, becoming slimmer in the middle while expanding toward the top. The metal was of earth, and since earth was feminine it could contain Feminine Power. "That's good," said the Arbiter. Axina pulled her hand away, shuddering. Her Bosom was now only about a half of its former size- as large as it had been when Axina first applied for a barony. 

"You had better not lose that," Axina told the Arbiter. 

"Of course not," the Arbiter snorted. "Imagine what would happen to me if I misplaced a Feminine Power Deposit. I would have the staff of punishment rammed so far up my ass it would come out my mouth. This will still be here when the fight is over." She moved on to collect the deposits of Axina's companions with separate bronze bars, marking down the names of each.

On Axina's left stood Countess Jula Nersi, and on her right Countess Rez Lutha. Like Axina, each wore only a red loincloth and a gold breast wrap, the colors of House Maternia. Jula and Rez were Lady Matrona's vassals, like Axina, and today they shared a common goal. The complete domination of Duchess Zena Bilzata's vassals. 

"I'd say we're at a pretty big disadvantage," Grumbled Jula. "Three Countesses verses two plus a Baroness... I don't like those odds." 

"Rank is meaningless here, moron," laughed Rez, depositing her Feminine power into another bronze bar. "That's why we deposit down to base Baroness level, so that no one has an advantage. This is gonna be a piece of cake. Bilzata's vassals are weakling sluts. Bethasuse, you know the rules, right?"

Axina nodded. "If your cloths are removed, you are eliminated. Eliminated fighters must submit to those who defeated them. Also, you are not allowed to attack a woman who is taking her pleasure from a defeated opponent until after she attains it. Apart from that the only rule you aren't allowed to cause any serious injury."

"That's right." A whistle blew. "Looks like they're getting ready to start. Keep in mind our goal and try not to get distracted." She shot a glare at Jula. 

"What?" Jula asked innocently. 

A second whistle rang out, and the three stepped out of the preparatory room onto the sands of the Arena. Other Ladies, similarly garbed, were emerging from similar rooms around the long circular edge of the stadium. Axina turned to scan the crowd. Most of the younger Ladies of Bosom were participating rather than spectating, so the stands were filled with the older ones, plus a plethora of common servant girls. 

The Queen herself sat in a private booth, fanned by one of her servants. This was the first time Axina had seen the Queen in person, and in truth, Axina was a bit disappointed. To be sure, the Kingdom's ultimate ruler was regal, beautiful, and busty. Her Bosom was substantially larger than Matrona's. But Axina had heard that the woman was powerful enough to destroy mountains with the sweep of her hand, and so her Bosom, while certainly impressive, did not live up to her imagination. 

The Queen stood, and silence fell over the audience. She spoke, Feminine Power amplifying her voice so that she could be heard throughout the stadium. "Welcome, Ladies, to the Melee-Orgy! In this contest, there is no rank, no propriety, and no intrigue. There is only you, your grit, your skill, your determination, and your pussy. Stand and dominate, or fall and submit." The queen raised a handkerchief above her head. "The battle will begin on my signal!" She dropped the scrap of cloth to the ground. "Begin!"

Axina surged forward with the other fighters toward the center of the Arena. It was chaos. A melee-orgy was not a place of finesse, but of brutish violence. Around her, a few women fell, screaming as their attackers quickly fell upon them. Axina didn't have time to watch the details though- she had a mission to accomplish. She scanned the swirling melee, searching for women wearing orange and purple, the colors of House Bilzata. 

"There!" Shouted Jula, pointing. Surely enough, Axina spotted three Ladies of House Bilzata, ganging up on a lone Baroness. Axina didn't know their names. One was a thin, pale brunette, another a chubby redhead, and the third a tall sandy blonde. The three had their victim on her back within seconds, crowding around her. Axina quickly lost sight of them in the swirling melee. 

Axina created two walls of wind to create a corridor. "Lets move!" she shouted. The walls wouldn't hold against a determined attacker. Walls of earth would have been sturdier, but too conspicuous. The three Maternia vassals dashed down the corridor Axina had created toward the Bilzata vassals. 

Suddenly, Axina felt a sharp pain in the back of her head and she jerked backward. She cried out in pain as a familiar face came into view. Wila Slu, a Baroness Axina had previously defeated in a duel. The woman had one hand firmly gripping Axina's hair. 

"Shit. Axina's been engaged!" Jula shouted. 

"Keep going," Axina shouted. "I'll deal with her. Go!" Jula and Rez both nodded and continued onward. 

"We have a bit of a score to settle, don't we, Bethasuse?" Wila sneered. She released Axina's hair, pulling her arm back for an enhanced punch. 

"Not really," said Axina, enhancing her arm to easily deflect the punch. "Pretty sure we settled things fairly well last time."

Wila snarled, attacking again, but Axina was ready, knocking Wila onto her back with a hammer of air. She used earth to bind Wila's hands and feet to the ground. The helpless woman struggled, Bosom heaving. "Ugh. Goddess damn it! I'll get you for this someday Bethasuse!" 

Axina knelt beside the prone Baroness, smirking. "Sure you will." She pulled off Wila's breastwrap and loincloth, exposing her body to all. 

"When I beat you," Wila continued defiantly, "you and your slut of a mother can take turns licking my ummmph!" She cut off as Axina shoved the woman's own loincloth into her mouth. 

"I don't have time for you right now, Wila," Axina said. "So why don't you stay here and entertain anyone who feels like using you. Have fun!" She dropped Wila's breast wrap over her face, preventing the helpless woman from being able to see. Then she sauntered off, Wila's panicked and angry gasps music to her ears. 

After a cursory search, Axina found her companions fighting against Duchess Bilzata's three vassals. Even though Axina's fellow vassals were outnumbered, they were admirably holding their own. Jula relentlessly drove back the tall blonde with Enhanced punches while Rez held her ground against the redhead and the brunette, keeping them at bay with an arcing pink whip, a weapon Rez had created with her Feminine Power. Axina charged in to help her comrades, using earth to trip the two fighting Rez. Caught completely unawares, both went down like sacks of meat. Rez pounced on the brunette, snarling savagely as her hands sought out the poor woman's breast wrap and loincloth. 

The sudden fall of her two comrades left the blonde distracted long enough for Jula to drive an enhanced fist into her abdomen. As she gasped for air, Jula struck downward in a brutal doublehanded blow, knocking her opponent to the ground. She promptly ripped off the defeated woman's cloths and planted a foot on her neck. Jula was breathing fast and her face was flushed. "Unfortunately for you, bitch, I like to play rough," she panted. "Just give me the slightest excuse and I'll leave you with broken bones. Understand?"

The blonde nodded, terrified.

Jula loved violence a little too much, in Axina's opinion. She turned to her own prey, the redhead. "Looks like it's me and you. What's your name?"

"Sh-Shula, My Lady," the terrified woman stuttered. 

"Shula." Axina knelt, stoking the plump woman's pretty red hair. She gently removed the defeated woman's breast wrap and loincloth. "Why don't you eat my pussy, Shula?" She pulled up her loincloth to expose her pink cunt to her defeated opponent. Shula sighed, resigned, and lifted her head to the task. 

"Hey Bethasuse," Rez said. "Remember the mission. Ya can get yer rocks off after we've humiliated these bitches good." Rez lashed at her defeated opponent with her whip, causing the poor woman to scream in pain, although it left no physical wound. 

Axina sighed. "I suppose you're right." She pulled her pussy away from Shula's face, savoring the defeated woman's expression of abject terror. "Oh don't worry, Shula. I'll let you have another taste if you obey me like a good girl." 

"What do you want?" Asked Shula.

Axina slapped her across the face. "Until you make me cum, I own you, bitch. Call me mistress."

"Mistress," Shula responded meekly. Doubtless she knew she had no choice but to play along. "What do you want from me?" What did Axina want? She looked at her comrades for inspiration. Jula was making her defeated opponent suck on her toes, while Rez was still tearing into hers with her painwhip. Niether option really appealed to Axina. 

"Spread your legs," Axina commanded. Shula obeyed belatedly. Axina lay on her side next to her victim, slipping one hand to lightly caress the redhead's pussy. She leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Why don't you let the audience know that you are a filthy fat slut. That anything, woman, male, or animal that wants your cunt can have it." 

"Fat?" Shula laughed. "Like hell!" 

"Well then," Axina cooed, lowering her hand to her captive's vulnerable clit, "We'll just have to see." She extended a finger and engulfed Shula's clit in her special pink pleasure flame. The helpless redhead gasped as the spell quickly caused her pleasure to mount, but just before she reached climax, Axina pulled away. 

"I won't say it," Shula gasped. "I have more pride then that!"

Axina smirked. She gently pushed two fingers into Shula's slit, slowly adding a third. The redhead winced in slight pain as Axina worked her fourth finger, and then her entire hand up her pussy. She gasped as Axina clenched her fist inside her cunt. 

"Ha! Is that the best you've got?" Shula taunted. "There is no way I'll-"

Axina engulfed her fist in pink flame.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!" Shula cried, her back arching nearly to the point of breaking. As she went from moderate arousal to explosive orgasm in less than a second, she squirted her juices five feet into the air, writhing on the ground as Axina continued to work her pink flame engulfed fist in her pussy. 

Axina laughed. "Yeah, you like that don't you, fat bitch. Your welcome." She smacked her helpless victim's ass with her other hand, admiring the jiggle. 

After about a minute, Axina pulled her hand from the defeated redhead's slit, idly licking her juices from her fingers. Shula collapsed like a puppet whose strings were cut. "So?" Axina purred, "Ready to tell everybody what a fat bitch you are?"

"Never," Shula gasped. "There is absolutely nothing you can do to make me say that."

Axina held her fist before Shula. She smiled. Then she engulfed it in red flame.

"N-No! You wouldn't!"

Axina lowered her fist slowly back toward Shula's sopping slit. 

"I... I'M A FAT SLUT!" Shula shouted, loud enough for everyone in the stands to hear. "A FAT, DESPERATE SLUT, I'LL SPREAD MY LEGS FOR ANYONE OR ANYTHING!" 

Cheers and roars of laughter echoed through the stadium. 

"Nice one, Axina!" shouted Jula as she rode her defeated opponent's face, regularly raining blows on the poor woman's tits. 

"Yeah, way to go," said Rez. She had her painwhip coiled around her opponent's neck and was using it as a leash to push the woman's face into her pussy. Her tears mingled with Rez's juices. 

Shula too was sobbing quietly at her ultimate humiliation. Axina felt sorry for her, but she regretted nothing. The thrill of total domination was so very intoxicating... Still, there was no need to be overly cruel. "Hush now," she said, gently patting the humiliated redhead's bottom. "Personally, I find your chubbiness quite appealing. Now, why don't you just eat my pussy and we'll call it a day, Ok?" She sat back and spread her legs.

"Yes Mistress," Shula assented. Defeat was plain in her voice. She crawled over and began to lick Axina's womanhood. The thrill of victory stoked Axina's pleasure and before long she was gushing all over the chubby redhead's face. 

"Yes! Lap it up, bitch! Fuck YES!" Axina stood, leaving Shula on the ground. "Thanks for being such a good little slut Shula. I hope we meet again." 

Shula only groaned in response. Axina turned. Her mission was accomplished, but the Melee-orgy was far from over.

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Burk

Honestly, Burk had expected the dwelling of the Papess to be much bigger. The building before him was much smaller than Mirah's castle. It looked like a small, fortified abbey, rather than a cathedral. 

"My mother travels around the kingdom," Mirah explained. "She holds holy rites in the Cathedral in the capital once a year, then travels to the north, and goes west from there in a circle around the capital. She stays here for three months every year after she completes her cycle." 

"Huh," Burk grunted. "Well, I hope her tits are more impressive than her castle." 

"Oh, they are," said Mirah. "She has a Countess level Bosom, though she holds no official title apart from the Papessry." 

"She is a clever woman, in her way," said the disembodied voice of Vessala, the Black Witch. "Be weary. Xencina Vageena is a masterful charlatan, she keeps all common women oppressed with her lies. I will so enjoy watching her fall. Remember, you must get her to take your cock into her mouth, but you cannot force her or put her in thrall before hand."

"I remember," Burk grunted. 

They approached the gates. One of the guards (a female officer) eyed Burk warily. "This is a holy sanctuary. Males ain't allowed."

Mirah lowered her hood. "I am Baroness Mirah Vageena, daughter of Papess Xencina Vageena. I need this male to carry my things for me." Burk was, indeed, carrying Mirah's trunk as part of his disguise. 




Axina and Burk Ch. 07



"I suppose an exception could be made," The guard said slowly. "He's a big 'un, though. Ya should keep an eye on 'im M'Lady."

"Oh, I will," Mirah assured. They passed through to outer wall. "Mother will likely be leading a service in the chapel. This way." She led Burk into the small keep, passing a few acolytes of the church. Burk eyed them with curiosity. Most were commoners, though a few were minor Ladies of Bosom. All wore pristine white robes. The robes of the Ladies were low-cut to show off their cleavage. 

"Common women can become acolytes of the church," Mirah explained, "But they cannot be promoted to the rank of Priestess or higher. Has the witch explained to you how Feminine Power is siphoned from common women to the Ladies of Bosom?"

"Yeah"

"The Bosom of the Acolytes is instead siphoned to the Priestesses, proportionally by rank. Some of the higher ranking Priestesses have racks equivalent to a Baroness, like mine. The Papess holds about the same amount of Bosom as a Countess." She stopped before a door. 

The door of the chapel was small and plain. Burk could hear chanting inside. "You should wait here, your Majesty," Mirah whispered. "I will slip into the pews. When the service is over, we shall approach Mother. I'll tell her I'm a member of the Phallic Cult, and threaten to announce the fact publicly. Hopefully she'll be afraid enough of the potential social fallout that she'll be willing to suck your dick." 

Burk nodded, standing beside the door as Mirah slipped inside. 

From the door, Burk could hear the Papess as she delivered her homily to her female congregation. 

Burk peeked through the door. His target stood in front of the alter, flanked by two common acolytes. Xencina Vageena, Papess of the Most Nurturing and Feminine Church of Womanhood, was a striking woman indeed. She looked about twenty years older than her daughter, although the resemblance was otherwise striking. She had Mirah's brown hair and eyes. Her two most important features (at least to Burk) looked ready to pop out of her tight, white dress. The dress was obviously designed to resemble the white robes of the acolytes, except with the added function of displaying her Bosom in all its massive glory to the maximum potential. Burk wiped a bit of drool away from the corner of his mouth. Her tits were much larger than Mirahs, assuming they were compressed. He felt himself getting hard. 

"I am often asked by those less knowledgeable of Goddess Given Truth, about the Four Feminine Virtues," The Papess began. "Every child knows the virtues: Intelligence, Courage, Motherhood, Chastity. 'But,' ask the unenlightened, 'how can one be both chaste, and a mother? Is not sex with a male required in order to achieve the miracle of conception?' To those I say, you are missing the point of Chastity. 

"Chastity is the means by which we, glorious and beautiful women, control the brutish and crude males. To be feminine is to be desirable! It is no wonder that males wish to partake of our glory. But so long as they cannot attain us, we maintain control, as is proper. 

"Do not be ashamed of your lust! It is but a sign from your own superior Feminine Nature that you should engage in the glory of Motherhood, most noble of all Feminine Virtues. So great is Femininity that we, Womankind, can create life from the filthiest part of males, nurturing it with our very bodies. Despite our greatness, we must take care not to sink into the abyss of slutdom- if you do, your soul will be lost, tainted forever by male filth." 

"I am gonna fuck you so hard," Burk muttered. 

"Remember as well, common women, that though you are above males, you are also beneath the Ladies of Bosom. It is written in the Vaginal Scrolls," Xencina continued, unwinding an intricately inlaid scroll and beginning to read. "'And those who bear the Power of Femininity made Flesh shall have dominion over all the land, each in accordance to her power. For She shall be the mother of the Land, and all will suck at her Bosom.' The word of the Goddess!"

"Praise be to Her Feminine Glory!" chanted the congregation.

The service continued for another half hour. Toward the end, the worshipers all stood, filing toward the Papess who stood before them, allowing each to place a kiss on the top of one of her massive breasts. After each had done so, they left the chapel, passing Burk on their way out. Many gave him strange looks, but none said anything. Burk was becoming impatient. He resisted the urge to grab and fuck one of the worshipers. 

The last of the worshipers finally vacated the chapel. Mirah was approaching the alter, at which her mother still stood. That was Burk's queue. He stepped through the door...

And was promptly confronted by two very pointy spears pointed directly at his neck by two very serious looking Acolytes. The accolytes who flanked the Papess stepped toward Mirah, drawing knives. 

"Mother," Mirah said uneasily, "What is this? Why do you threaten me and my servant?"

Xencina stepped forward, smiling sadly. Despite his circumstance, Burk had to admire the sway and giggle of her enormous Bosom as she moved. "It is good to see you again, my daughter, but to be honest you should not have come. I have already heard of your activities with the Phallic Heretics. If you have words to say, say them now. The penalty for such Heresy is death, as I'm sure you're aware." As she spoke, Burk thought he saw some kind of strange arcane mark on her tongue.

Mirah's eyes widened in shock. "You would execute your own daughter?"

"I can be terribly cruel when the mood strikes me," Xencina said idly, "And since I learned that my only daughter is a heretic, the mood strikes me quite often. Ah, you are such a disappointing child, Mirah. I should have had another."

Mirah regained her composure. "In that case, I come as a missionary of the Phallic Cult to the heretical faction known as the Most Nurturing and Feminine Church of Womanhood, with the aim of converting you, it's leader." 

Xencina sneered. "This should be amusing indeed. Very well, I will hear your nonsense before you die, Mirah. If nothing else, I should like to know how far you have fallen." She crossed her arms, waiting. 

Mirah cleared her throat. "Ahem. The doctrine of your church teaches that males are inferior to women. However it never provides an objective standard by which this inferiority can be measured. Every empirical test conclusively proves the opposite. Men are superior in every demonstrable way, from strength to speed to intelligence to fortitude."

"Ah," broke in Xencina, shaking her head. "That is your problem, Mirah. Your need to test things. It matters not how many tests you perform. Women are superior to males. That is irrefutable truth." 

"How can women be superior if they are inferior in every demonstrable way? It simply isn't logical," countered Mirah. 

"Logical?" Xencina laughed. "Logic is a crude, rigid thing. A thing of males. We women need not be bound by such trivialities. Our truth comes from within. One does not find truth though reason. One FEELS the truth. What I feel is true now even if it completely contradicts what I felt mere seconds ago. Such is the power and greatness of Femininity, given to Women by the Goddess herself. Behold!" She raised a hand above her head. An orb of light appeared, glowing brighter and brighter until it was far more luminous than even the sun. Burk closed his eyes in pain. "See! Reality itself bends before femininity! And yet you seek to understand the truth through LOGIC? Pathetic." 

The Papess lowered her hand, extinguishing the light. Burk blinked.

"You speak of Feminine Power," Mirah pressed on, determined. "But Feminine Power makes us vulnerable to cock-thrall. Does that not mean we are meant to serve men, rather than to rule over them?" 

"Logic again," Said Xencina sadly. "I am so disappointed in you, Mirah. I suppose as your mother, I must take part of the blame." She stepped forward, pulling down the front of her daughter's dress. "I will allow you to live on as a commoner, daughter. I pray that you will one day come to know truth and that your soul will be saved." She seized Mirah's breasts squeezing them tightly. 

"Wait!" Mirah cried. "Please, no! NOOOOOOOO!"

The younger woman's breasts slowly shrank under her mother's hands while Xencina's Bosom simultaneously swelled by an equivalent amount. The extra Bosom caused the front of the older woman's dress to begin to tear as it had already been filled to capacity before. Xencina's magnificent mammaries were pressed tight against the straining fabric. Mirah sobbed as her tits shrank and ultimately disappeared, her chest becoming completely flat. She fell to her knees, staring forward blankly. Her dress fell down around her knees without her formerly large bust to hold it up. 

"Well, that sure went south," said the voice of Vessala, the Black Witch. Burk grunted in response

"What do we do with the male, your holiness?" Asked one of the Acolytes. 

Xencina glanced at Burk, considering briefly. "Dispose of him," she ordered. 

Well, fuck that. Burk caught one of the acolyte's spears, dodging the other. With two, swift blows of his fist, they went down like sacks of grain. The other two Acolytes stepped forward, wielding knives, but fared no better than their fellows. 

Xencina raised her hand, channeling some kind of fell feminine spell. The four acolytes shakily climbed to their feet, mostly unharmed. 

"Wait!" said Burk. "Your daughter has one more argument for you." Xencina hesitated.

Mirah was still kneeling, staring straight ahead, tears trickling down her face. She turned her head slowly as Burk approached. "Your Majesty," she said, dejected. "How am I to serve you without my Bosom?"

"The same way you always do," Burk replied. "She may have taken your tits but she cannot take your skill." 

Mirah wiped her eyes. "You're right." She turned to Xencina. "Watch me, Mother. I will show you true divinity, and how to properly worship it." She raised her hands, pulling down Burk's pants to his knees. His massive cock sprang, free, reaching full erection within a second. It's fifteen inch length and massive girth loomed over Mirah's face as she lovingly nuzzled the underside with her cheek.

"I-Impossible!" Xencina stuttered, taking a step back. "Only an Ultramale could be so large!" 

"Behold the glory of Man," Mirah, purred, looking up to Burk's face as she moved lower to press her face against his giant scrotum. "And this is how I worship him." She opened her mouth and latched on to one of Burk's balls, sucking with gusto and moaning in pleasure. Burk smiled as he felt Mirah's hot, wet mouth descend on his testicles.

There were four distinct thuds as each of the Acolytes fell to their knees frantically rubbing themselves through their robes. Burk beckoned to them and they crawled toward him. He chuckled. Only moments ago these women had tried to kill him and now they were kneeling before him. Typical sluts. Mirah pulled her mouth off of his balls with a pop and kissed up the underside of his shaft, engulfing the head and sucking hard. Burk pointed to his balls and two of the Acolytes immediately took Mirah's place, burying their faces in his sac and sucking noisily. The other two began to lick, suck, and kiss his thick shaft. Burk felt more powerful than he ever had before. He was outwardly calm, in control as his lust raged within. He felt like he was radiating power, almost as if none in the world could oppose him. 

Burk slowly raised his head to look at Xencina. The mature holy figure of the church was still staring at his cock, wide eyed. Her knees were trembling as if she could barely contain the desire to kneel. She raised one hand to cup her breast and panted. "So big... So powerful..." 

Mirah pulled away from Burk's cock long enough to shoot her mother a grin. Burk gently pushed her onto her back, waving the other sluts away. They frantically tried to slake their lust with eachother, pairing up and grinding their pussies together, moaning lewdly. Mirah eagerly spread her legs for him as he lowered himself onto her. He wasted no time, slamming his hips forward and burying himself deep within her tight, hot pussy. She screamed, immediately experiencing a powerful orgasm. Burk grunted as he felt her tighten around him, pausing for a moment before pulling back for another thrust. 

He quickly picked up speed, pounding Mirah's pussy as she frantically shouted: "Yes your majesty oh yes fuck my pussy oh oh my body is yours FUCK me I'm your bitch FUCK me all my holes belong to you FUCK! MEEEEEEE! She came again, gushing juices all over him. 

Mirah was still a fun fuck even without her tits, but Burk had another objective today. He pulled out of Mirah and stood up, leaving her gasping and panting on the ground. He approached Xencina, who quailed at his advance, her body language betraying both her fear and arousal. He stopped about a foot away from her, towering over her. 

"Get- get away!" she stammered, backing up. "I w-will not fall to a virile... I mean vile! A vile male! I am holy! I will remember the truth!"

"The truth?" Asked Burk. "I thought you said the truth is what you feel at the moment? What do you feel now, Papess? A desire to bow before my cock, perhaps?" 

"No, this is impossible, you can't be an Ultramale! We killed him!"

"You didn't think he sired any brats?" Burk stepped forward, seizing the top of her dress. With one motion, he tore the entire garment down the middle, baring her enormous breasts to the cool air. She tried to cover herself with her hands, failing for obvious reasons. 

"This is wrong..." she said, voice frantic. 

"No, this is pretty much normal," Burk said. "The general sequence of events goes like this: You're a hot, big titted bitch and I want to fuck you. You are also a total cunt. You act like a cunt and do cuntish things, attempting to dominate me or perhaps someone I like. I fuck you. Then, you turn into my bitch. I've done this before, and it never gets old. Now is the part where you suck my dick." 

"I... I..."

He leaned in to whisper in her ear. "If you do a good job, maybe I'll knock you up. Now suck!" He gave her massive tits a squeeze

The last of her resistance crumbled. The Papess of the most Nurturing and Feminine Church of Womanhood fell to her knees before a cock dripping with her own daughters juices, and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue. Burk was able to get a clear look at the circular rune emblazoned upon it. That must be the seal of intelligence. He plopped his dick right on top of it and let Xencina start to suck. 

She was awful. Literally the worst cockucker Burk had ever encountered. She couldn't even fit the entire head into her mouth, and she'd never get him off in a thousand years of sucking. 

"That is absolutely pathetic, Mother," said Mirah, sauntering up and looking down on Xencina. She seized the back of her mother's head by the hair, shoving her down on Burk's shaft.

*URK!* Xencina gagged. 

"Get down on that fucking dick. Choke on it!"

*AK! GAK!*

"This isn't working," grunted Burk. He pulled his dick from Xencina's mouth and picked her up by the arms, setting her down on the alter. He flipped her over onto her back, pulling her forward so that her head hung down upside down over the edge.

"What are you *URK!*" She sputtered as he rammed his cock down her gullet. From this angle, he could shove his hard dick right down her throat. Her throat bulged obscenely as it stretched to accommodate his girth. 

"If you can't blow me, than just open up and take it!" He roared. He began to thrust into her, treating her mouth and throat just like a pussy. A steady stream of choking and gagging noises emanated from the fallen Papess.

*UPH! URK! BURK! BURK! BURK!*

Burk did so like hearing bitches say his name. 

Mirah climbed up onto the alter, straddling her mother's abdomen. "Time to take back what's mine!" She shouted. She seized Xencina's tits, squeezing tightly. Power shot up her arms, depositing itself in her chest as her breasts rapidly grew. When she stopped and sat back, she bore a Bosom of about the same size as Xencina had before she had absorbed Mirah's. The two had effectively swapped power levels. "Be glad I left you any, bitch," Mirah sneered. "I only did so because my king likes fucking big titted sluts!"

*BURK!* Said Xencina, mouth too full of cock to respond properly. 

Mirah idly picked up the Vaginal Scroll. She unwound it, beginning to read in a mockingly solemn tone. "'Oh, what is greater than Woman! What is more beauteous, more powerful, more divine? Her form is perfect, her voice sublime!' Well, mother? Let's hear your sublime voice!" 

*URK AK GAK BURK!*

"Angelic!" Mirah exclaimed. She grinned. Burk laughed out loud, groping Xencina's tits roughly as he continued to thrust down her throat. Mirah rolled the Holy Scroll back up. "Perhaps we can find a use for this garbage," she snickered. Then she quickly and ceremonially shoved it up Xencina's cunt. The older woman cried out- or she tried. All she managed was a slightly louder strangled gagging noise. After a few minutes of Mirah working the Holy Scroll inside her, she emitted another strangled noise and arched her back, squirting fluids all over her daughter. Mirah licked her lips. "Mmm. Looks like this old scroll was good for something after all." She pulled it from Xencina's sopping twat and gave it a long, lewd, lick. 

Burk was almost ready to cum. He started pushing even deeper into Xencina's throat so that his balls slapped her in the face with every thrust. "Take it!" He roared. "Take my cum!" With a shout, he buried his cock down her throat and spurted a huge shot of hot seed into her stomach. Gasping, he pulled back, shooting his next shot of cum directly onto her tongue and filling her mouth completely as she sputtered and coughed. Then he pulled out of her mouth entirely, shooting the rest of his load all over her face, covering it in a thick coating of white goo. 

As his spurts trailed off, Mirah leaned forward eagerly to suck the remainder of cum from his dick. She gulped it down eagerly. 

"That did it," Purred Vessala. "The seal of intelligence is broken. Only two more left before I am free."

"Well, I guess we're done here," Burk said, and turned toward the door. Mirah fell in beside him, running her hands over the muscles of his chest and pressing her new and improved set of tits against his shoulder. The four acolytes were still frantically fucking each other on the floor. 

Xencina coughed. "Wait," she called weakly. "You promised..." She coughed again, cum still pouring from her mouth. "You promised to give me a child!"

"Only if you did a good job sucking me." Burk said coldly. "You didn't." His heart softened as she looked at the ground, ashamed. "Fine. I'll let you come with me. You can try again once per day. If you can give me a decent blowjob I'll fuck your womb full of my seed and knock you up. Now come along." 

"Yes," she said. The defeated Papess slid down off the table, blinking cum out of her eyes, and crawled forward. 

Mirah stepped on her upper back, driving her head to the ground. "Yes what, bitch?" she snarled. 

"Yes... Your Majesty," Xencina panted. Burk nodded and strode from the chapel, Mirah walking at his side. Xencina, cum covered and conquered, crawled behind him like a bitch. Two seals down. 



Axina and Burk Ch. 08



Burk

Burk sat on a fallen log, idly tapping his fingers against it, with his pants down around his ankles. Around him, Mirah's servants were setting up camp. All of them frequently glanced over to Burk, trying to catch his eye. They were all members of the Phallic Cult, like Mirah, and she trusted them. Burk had put them in thrall anyway, just to be safe. Mirah herself lounged a few feet away, leaning back against the log and fingering herself slowly. An amused smile adorned the young cock worshiper's face as she watched her mother's desperate attempts to please Burk with her mouth. 

Xencina Vageena, Papess of the Most Nurturing and Feminine Church of Womanhood, knelt naked in the dirt before Burk. The mature, yet pretty woman bobbed her head up and down on his massive cock, engulfing the giant head and a few inches of shaft with every downstroke. She was getting better. Burk glanced up at the sun. It had been almost an hour and, unfortunately, Xencina was running out of time. 

"Two minutes," Burk stated. 

Xencina redoubled her efforts, sucking and slurping noisily, pushing her head down on Burk's cock frantically in a last ditch attempt to get him off. Alas, it didn't work. In another half an hour, she might have managed it, but her time was already up. "Stop," He commanded. 

Xencina reluctantly pulled her mouth off of his dick, lingering at the very tip. A string of mixed spit and precum stuck to her mouth as she finally pulled away, looking morose. 

"Your hour is up. No baby batter for you tonight, bitch." Burk beckoned to Mirah, who stood up, strutted over, and straddled Burk with a sultry grin. She glanced at her mother, smirking, as she lined up her sodden cunt with Burk's cock, still wet with Xencina's saliva. Slowly, ever so slowly, she sank down onto it, gasping and cooing at every inch. She finally stopped when he pushed up against her cervix. 

"Uhhhh!!! Oh God! It's so big!" She panted. "So good! So powerful! So divine! As befits a true and great King!" On the way up, she came, gushing fluids into Burk's lap as she cried out in joy. Burk gave her a moment to come down from her orgasmic high before he slapped her ass. 

"Ride faster, slut." 

"Yes your Majesty!" she cried and began to bounce on his cock, gaining momentum. At the top of Mirah's bounces, her big, Countess level tits were level with Burk's forehead and on the bottom the top of her head was level with his chin. Mirah's compression was beginning to break as her pleasure was fracturing her concentration, her breasts expanding little by little to their true, enormous, size. 

Xencina looked on with longing as she watched her daughter ride her master's cock. The Papess reached for her bag, taking out the Vaginal Scroll, the most sacred text of the church. She shoved it up her own cunt without hesitation, seeking desperately to quell her raging, unfulfilled lust. She moaned desperately, eyes still glued to the point at which Mirah and Burk were joined, fucking herself vigorously with the scroll. Until she managed to please Burk with her mouth, she was not permitted to masturbate with anything else. 

Burk felt pretty good. As, Mirah pulled herself up his dick his entire head was engulfed in her soft, jiggling, swelling titflesth. As she sank down again, he came face to face with her, the beautiful Lady of Bosom who literally worshipped his cock. Joy shone in her eyes and her lightly freckled face was flush with passion as she spouted frantic praise for him and his penis. As Mirah sank down to the base, impaling herself completely on him, Burk was able to see Xencina, the leader of a religion that preached that men were less than animals. She was naked and on her knees, fucking herself with everything she once believed. The poor woman was on the verge of tears, not because she had been enslaved, not because she was forced to pleasure herself with her own holy text, but because she wanted his cock, and she wasn't going to get it. 

So, in conclusion, today was a good day. Burk began to thrust up into Mirah, ramming her cunt brutally and making her cum again. Before long, he pounded his hips forward once more, blasting his ball batter up into the busty, cock worshiping slut. She collapsed against his chest for a few moments, lost in a post-orgasmic daze. 

Mirah eventually regained her wits, slowly dismounting from Burk's softening shaft. A bit of his seed leaked out before she reached down to hold it in with her hand. "Thank you so much for the blessing of your Seed, your Majesty," She panted. 

Burk grunted in reply. It was a happy grunt. 

Mirah turned to Xencina, who was still frantically screwing herself with the Vaginal Scroll. "Hey, mommy, I've got a treat for you." She pushed Xencina onto her back and straddled her head. "Open up and eat your daughter's creamy snatch, bitch!"

Slurping sounds indicated that the older woman was following orders. 

Burk leaned back and relaxed. 

"You frequently finish inside that cockslut, Mirah," said the disembodied voice of Vessala, the Black Witch. "And yet she never seems to become pregnant. Yet other women you manage to knock up in a single spurt. How does that work?" 

"I don't want her to get pregnant," Burk replied. "At least not yet. There are plenty of other, less useful sluts around if I feel like breeding. Eventually, once our quest is over, if she wants a brat, I'll give her one." 

"You... don't want her to get pregnant. And therefore, she doesn't? Even after all the baby batter you've pumped up her cunt? That isn't how it works."

"That's how it works for me," Burk grunted. "If I want a bitch to get knocked up, she does. Otherwise she doesn't." 

"That doesn't even make any sense!"

"How about we talk about something useful. The third seal." 

"Ah yes, the seal of Courage." Vessala paused. "Duchess Jea Dikei, the Field Marshall of the kingdom."

Burk chuckled. "A Duchess this time, huh? I bet she has huge tits."

"She does. The second biggest in the entire kingdom. Only the Queen herself is Bustier. Be prepared. Dikei is orders of magnitude from anyone you've fucked so far. In truth she owns half the kingdom. She constantly makes war with the Ladies around her simply for the fun of dominating them. She never takes their Bosom because she thinks she has enough."

"Sounds like a cunt. Thankfully I have a cure for that." He idly rubbed his dick. "So, what do I need to do to break the seal this time?"

"Her asshole," Vessala replied simply. "But-"

"I know. I can't rape her or it won't work, right?"

"No," said Vessala. "Exactly the opposite. The only way to break the seal of courage is with anal rape."

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Axina

Axina stepped off the sands of the Arena, a tired grin on her face. She had done very well in the Melee-Orgy, forcing no less than seven of her fellow Ladies of Bosom to lick her to orgasm before someone had finally gotten the better of her. 

The commoner who had taken charge of her Feminine Power deposit approached her, bearing the bronze bar. Axina placed her hand upon it, sighing with relief as she felt her Feminine Power flowing back into her, her Bust expanding accordingly. It felt good to have all her power again. 

The Lady Matrona approached her scarcely a minute later. "Well done, Axina!" she cried, embracing the younger woman and pushing her face deep into her twin-watermelon sized Bosom. 

"So I performed my duties to your satisfaction, My Lady?" Axina asked, heart swelling. 

"Of course you did, dear. Oh the look on her face when you made her admit that she was a fat bitch... Why, I've never seen anyone so thoroughly humiliated in all my days!"

"So you did orchestrate this farce, Maternia," Said a voice behind Matrona. "I should have known."

Axina and Matrona both turned to face the newcomer, Duchess Zena Bilzata. The size of her Bosom marked her as nearly Matrona's equal in Feminine Power and rank, but apart from that, the two duchesses had little in common. While Matrona was a bit short and extremely curvy, Bilzata was tall and thin as a rail, with no hips to speak of. Matrona had a kind of motherly aura, while Bilzata reminded Axina of a strict and joyless aunt. Her giant Bosom almost looked ridiculous on her thin body. Her prominent nose was turned upward toward the air like a weather vane as she looked down on Axina and Matrona with contempt. 

"Humiliation and defeat are part of the risks of participating in the Melee-Orgy, Bilzata," Matrona replied. "As I'm sure your vassals were aware." 

Bilzata snorted. "Bah. Do whatever you want Maternia. I'm getting another daughter tonight. Of course I have five already, but one never can have enough daughters, can one?" Lady Matrona maintained her composure but Axina felt her grip on her shoulder tighten. 

"I'm happy for you, Zena." Matrona replied. "Would you like to watch the Gladiatorial Tournament togeth- oh, wait. I forgot I have an invitation to watch it with the Queen, and you don't. Some other time, maybe?"

"With the Queen? Well then I guess you'll have an excellent vantage to watch all of your sons get slaughtered in the ring. A real shame considering how... affectionate... you are with them." 

Matrona's eyebrow twitched and her grip on Axina's shoulder got even tighter. That was VERY close to a dueling insult. 

Bilzata turned and left, and Matrona released her deathgrip on Axina's shoulder. The older woman breathed deep, calming herself. 

"That fucking cunt!" Axina hissed. 

Matrona shot her a sly smile. "I've got something planned for her, never fear. Shall we go, dear? The Queen is expecting us."

"Us, My Lady?" 

"I am of course permitted to bring a vassal with me to take care of my needs during the tournament. You don't mind I hope?"

"No, Mother," Axina whispered. A chance to meet the Queen herself? Why in the Goddess's name would she mind?

Matrona smiled. "Good."

They began the climb through the stands to the Royal Box. "What is she like?" Axina asked. "The Queen I mean."

"She is a born ruler," Matrona replied. "When she gives orders, she expects to be obeyed. She can be kind to her friends, and her enemies... Well, she doesn't have any. Not anymore. Also," she leaned in to whisper in Axina's ear. "She has... aggressive sexual tastes. Be aware that she may order you to do something you might not desire. You will have to obey."

Axina smiled. "With respect, My Lady, what could I possibly not desire for a busty goddess like you or the Queen?"

"Well, if you think you're up to it." They had arrived. Matrona knocked at the gate. "Your Bustiness," she said, bowing her head.

Her Supreme Bustiness, Queen Anabeth Titania, Ruler of All Land and Mistress of All Women, lounged on a luxurious couch, a long wooden staff held lightly against her thigh. She turned her head at Matrona's hail. 

"Ah, Dutchess Matrona Maternia! Welcome, welcome. Guards, let them in!" She leaned her wooden staff against a nearby table. It was the Staff of Punishment, the Queen's personal implement of anal destruction. Anyone who displeased the Queen could expect her rectum to be stretched around it's width. 

One of the two guards opened the gate allowing Matrona and Axina to walk into the box. 

As Axina glanced at the Queen, she once again couldn't help but feel underwhelmed. Though the woman was surely beautiful, with her pristine skin, striking red hair and regal bearing, Axina had been expecting absolute radiance. Axina had also expected her to hold orders of magnitude more Feminine Power than Matrona, but comparing her Liege Lady's ample Bosom to the Queen's she estimated Matrona's to be about four-fifths the size. Axina felt silly, for she realized now that she had expected the impossible – a goddess in the flesh. In reality, the Queen was just another Lady of Bosom, albeit the most powerful of them all. 

"You brought a vassal with you," the Queen said to Matrona. "Good, I expect you'll have need of a pair of lips and a tongue in a few minutes when the fighting starts." She turned to Axina. "Your name, girl?"

Axina curtsied as deep as she could. "Baroness Axina Bethasuse your Bustiness," she replied. 

The Queen turned back to Matrona. "How much do you trust her?"

"I trust her enough," Matrona said. "She's an ambitious one, but loyal. We can speak and act freely." Axina felt her heart soar. Matrona trusted her!

"Well then." The Queen paused. Then she threw her arms around Matrona, squeezing her in a tight embrace, which was difficult given the massive Bosoms of both women. Axina felt a shiver of excitement at the sight as the two sets of gargantuan mammaries mashed together. It made her dizzy. "Rona!" the Queen cried. "It's so good to see you."

Matrona laughed, returning the hug. "Likewise Anabeth, likewise. It's been months since we had a proper chat."

"This tournament is going to be INSANE!"

"I KNOW!" Matrona chortled. "Wait until you see the ending."

"You've got something planned for Bilzata, haven't you?"

"Maybe." The two burst into a fit of giggles.

It was a bizarre sight. The stiff, regal Queen and her polite vassal had morphed into a couple of (extremely well endowed) giggling schoolchildren. They plopped down onto the queen's couch, still holding each other. "Still, I'm sure Bilzata has brought out her best fighters. Are you really willing to risk your boys, Rona?"

"Bah," Matrona replied. "I doubt she has a male in her whole stable that can match my 2342, let alone 1111."

The Queen became more serious. "Speaking of 1111, have you given any more thought to my request?" 

Matrona eyed the Queen sideways. "Is it a request, Anabeth? Or an order?"

"Come now, Rona," the Queen said, raising a hand to caress her friend's face. "You know I wouldn't order you to part with him. It's just, I could really use a new royal stud. These boys are beginning to bore me." She tugged on a chain that was attached to the couch.

Axina nearly jumped. The chains led to two collars on the necks of two males who knelt perfectly still in the corner of the box. How had she not realized they were there? The two males stared at the ground, showing no indication that their mistress had disparaged them. 

"Then my answer remains the same," Matrona stated. "I didn't bear that child so you could use him up and throw him away like a tissue, Anabeth."

The Queen snorted. "He's just a male."

"Nonetheless, he is my child."

"Very well. I will press you no further on this issue." She placed her hand on Matrona's thigh. "Guess I'll have to be satisfied with you, then." She leaned in for a kiss. 

Matrona returned the kiss hungrily, her hands eagerly roaming Anabeth's buxom body. Axina stood awkwardly. She felt an acute desire to touch herself as she watched two of the bustiest and most beautiful women in the world make out, rubbing their bodies against each other. She was practically dripping with desire, but she was afraid of doing something inappropriate. After a minute, the Queen noticed her. She pulled her lips away from Matrona's for a moment.

"Ah, yes, girl. I happen to have two problems at the moment. First, it seems my royal studs are feeling a bit... agitated." Axina glanced at the two males. Sure enough, they're loincloths were tented as they stared at Matrona and Anabeth. "And second, Rona and I could use a little show to entertain us until the tournament starts. Could you please take care of it?"

"I..." Axina swallowed. "Your Bustiness, you... you want me to let them take me? Both of them at once?"

"Oh, no dear. That would make entirely too much noise. I want you to pleasure them with your mouth."

Axina felt her eyes nearly bug out of her head. 

"Hear that, boys?" the Queen said to the males. "This one's your personal cocksucker for a while." The two males stood.

"Um, y-your Bustiness," Axina stuttered. "I'm not comfortable with-" 

The Queen's eyes blazed. She grasped the wooden staff, pointing it at Axina. "Do you know what this is, girl?"

Axina bowed her head. "Yes your Bustiness. The Staff of Punishment." 

"And have you any desire to get splinters in your large intestine?"

"No your Bustiness."

"Then suck." The Queen returned her attention to Matrona, who shot Axina a look over her shoulder. The look conveyed sympathy, and an 'I did warn you'. 

Axina felt two, strong, rough hands on her shoulders, pushing her down. She did not resist, falling to her knees and shuddering as the big, erect malehoods of the Queen's royal studs came into view. Neither cock was as large as 2342's, though both were larger than what Axina understood to be average. One was especially thick, the other quite long. She tentatively reached out, touching the longer of the two. It was hot to the touch. Axina couldn't believe she was doing this. This was something only the sluttiest, most base of women would do- to give pleasure to a male with her mouth, as if SHE were the servant and the male the superior. 

Her cunt felt like it was about to burst with need. 

The other male was apparently impatient, for he stepped forward, pressing his length against her face. She recoiled instinctively, but was unable to escape as he pressed his fat cock against her face. The smell of it washed over her, sending her even further into hot, wet lust. She tentatively took a lick of the thick one. The taste wasn't too bad, at least the Queen kept her studs clean. Still, the day was hot and Axina could not help but taste the salty sweat of the male as he grunted, enjoying the feel of her tongue on his cock. 

Axina moved her mouth to the long cock, opening her mouth to take in the head. As she tasted the precum that dripped from the tip, she felt a sense of perverse delight. She pushed her head further down his length, allowing it to slide down into her throat. The male groaned in pleasure and rocked his hips forward, pushing his erect meat even further down her gullet and causing his balls to bounce off her chin. As she pulled back he grasped her chin, angling her face up toward his. As she made eye contact with him, it was as if a bolt of lust jumped from his eyes into her, coursing through her body to her quim. 

She lowered one hand beneath her skirt to play with her lonely pussy while her other hand and mouth were busy. An orgasm was not far off, and she moaned into the thick cock as she went over the edge. 

Every so often Axina had time to glance at Lady Matrona and the Queen. It quickly became clear to Axina who was dominant in that relationship. Matrona lay on her back, arms behind her head, licking and slurping as the Queen ground her pussy against her mouth. Her Bustiness idly fondled Matrona's breasts as she rode her face, as if the Duchess's magnificent mounds of matriarchal majesty were mere toys for her to play with. "Faster, Rona," she commanded, squeezing Matrona's nipple cruelly. 

"Yes, Anabeth, anything for you," Matrona panted, redoubling her efforts. The Queen noticed Axina looking and gave her a little smirk, as if to say 'this woman may be a goddess to you, but to me, she's just a bitch.' Axina was once again confronted with the totality of her own inferiority, and it was incredibly, humiliatingly erotic. Just serving such powerful Ladies was an honor, a privilege. And she was serving them, by giving them a show.

She returned her attention to the males, redoubling her efforts. She licked and slurped on their rods, tongued their balls and tapped their swollen cockheads against her face. 

"Rona," said the Queen. "Has your vassal done this before?"

Matrona paused her worship of the Royal Pussy to reply. "I don't think so. Why?"

"Because apparently she's quite good at it." The Queen moaned as she climaxed on Matrona's tongue. 

Good at pleasing males with her mouth? Axina didn't know whether to be proud or ashamed. But it seemed she was indeed good at it, for both of the males were beginning to show signs of impending orgasm, their balls tightening, and their breaths gasping breaths losing regularity. Axina panicked for a moment. What was she supposed to do with their... seed? Swallow it? The thought both disgusted her and made her tingle, but she remembered that she was supposed to be putting on a show. The male's ejaculation should be visible to her royal spectator. 




Axina and Burk Ch. 08



Axina pulled down the bodice of her blouse, exposing her bosom to the males' hungry eyes. She quickly loosened the spell that kept her breasts compressed to one tenth their full size, allowing her tits to swing out in all of their firm, heavy, jiggly glory, and cupped them with her hands. She looked up at the males, holding her Bosom out as an obvious target. The one with the long cock was perfectly willing to oblige. He pumped his cock vigorously, pointing it directly at her breasts, and within seconds he was spurting rope after rope of hot cum all over the tops of her tits, leaving them covered in thick seed. 

The male with the thick cock had other ideas. He brought his phallus to bear directly on Axina's face. She barely had time to close her eyes before he blasted her visage with his scalding goo, grunting gleefully as he soaked her face in seed. Both males collapsed onto their haunches, spent for the time being. 

Axina wiped cum from her eyes, looking to the Queen for further instruction. Instead, she found that both Matrona and the Queen were looking at her wide eyed while fingering each other. "Axina," said Matrona, "That was incredible." 

"Indeed," The Queen agreed. "Most arousing." 

"I am glad to have pleased you both, My Lady, My Queen." She had to force herself to meet their gaze. 

Matrona spread her legs. "Come, girl. The tournament is about to start, and I need your mouth on me now."

"My Lady, I am still covered in male filth,"

"Even better." Matrona smiled. "Come here you dirty girl." 

Axina obeyed, crawling to Matrona and skillfully licking her sopping slit. The Queen pulled on one of the chains, and one of the males promptly knelt before her, lowering his head to serve her Royal Bustiness with his lips. 

Axina felt strange. She had been used for entertainment. She had been forced to suck the dicks of not one but two males. She was covered in semen, the filthiest substance on earth. She wasn't angry; it was the right of the powerful to use the weak for pleasure. The humiliation burned in the pit of her stomach and sparked fresh arousal in her nethers. It seemed like she was always horny these days. 

And yet, the humiliation seemed to kindle the flames of her ambition. 

Before she had come to the capital, Axina had wanted to achieve the rank of Countess, and maybe even Duchess. Now she realized that wasn't enough.

She wanted to be Queen.



Axina and Burk Ch. 09



Axina

Axina slowly and methodically lapped at her Liege Lady's labia. This was a job Axina normally enjoyed - loved, even. But right now she was just so tired. 

The day had been a sexual roller coaster. In the morning she had fought in the melee-orgy, defeating and humiliating Shula, a Countess loyal to house Bilzata, and forcing six others to pleasure her before the contest had ended. After that, she had attended the Queen and was forced to suck the dicks of the royal studs for Her Royal Bustiness's entertainment. They had finished by dumping their loads all over her face and breasts. She had gone from glorious sexual victory to humiliating sexual defeat, experiencing the entire spectrum of domination and submission in a single day, and she loved every minute. Even, she was ashamed to admit, the cocksucking. 

Now, the Queen and Matrona were watching the tournament, while Axina knelt between her Liege Lady's knees and did the duty of a vassal. Matrona's hands tightened in her hair as her juices gushed into Axina's mouth. "Oooh yes," The motherly woman panted as she came. "Thank you, Axina. Now come, sit on my lap. 2342 is about to fight." 

Tired as she was, Axina's interest was instantly peeked. She crawled up and sat on Matrona's thighs. It was hard not to feel like a child on her mother's lap with Matrona's enormous Bosom pressed against her back. Down in the arena, a pair of common female referees were dragging the limp body of a male from the sand. Another male strode away, brandishing his club while the crowd cheered. Many of the Ladies of Bosom in the crowd pulled down the bodices of their dresses to shake their breasts at the victorious male, and a few even turned around and bent over, hiking up their skirts to flash their bare asses and pussies at him. At most times, such vulgar behavior could get one arrested, but the Festival of Motherhood was a time for vulgarity. 

The next fight was to begin immediately. 2342 walked onto the sand with a confident stride. There was a time when Axina could barely tell males apart, but now she recognized him instantly, even from this distance. His opponent followed him out, taking a position opposite 2342 on the sands of the arena. He had striking dark skin, black as the space between the stars at midnight. 

"One of Rotula's," the Queen said absently. "She brought him all the way up from the southern desert. 7891, I think his number was." 

Both males were armed with crude wooden clubs and wore only loincloths as they squared off, waiting for the match to begin. They didn't have long to wait, for the referee quickly raised her hand and whistled shrilly, officially beginning the fight. 

Axina waited with baited breath as 2342 and the dark-skinned male circled each other, looking for weaknesses. She was ashamed to admit she was afraid, which meant that she cared. She never thought that she would become attached to a male. Matrona seemed to sense her apprehension, for she stroked Axina's hair and cooed in her ear. "Don't worry girl. This untrained desert savage is no match for my 2342. Just watch. He'll be fine." 

Matrona was right, of course. When the two exchanged blows, 2342 drove the dark-skinned male back. Axina winced as he landed a glancing blow on 2342's side, but 2342 retaliated with a decisive blow across the face. And then another. And then a savage, double-handed blow to his foe's head. The desert male fell to the ground, blood gushing from his head wounds. It was absolutely brutal. The violence... the aggression... it was HOT. Axina felt her sore, over-used pussy begin to moisten once again. 

The Queen gasped as the combination of the carnage and the tongue of her royal stud brought her to orgasm. "Ohhhh, yeah. Rona, you bring the best gladiators. Hell, you BREED the best gladiators. We should just keep you pregnant your whole life, so you can churn out more and more of these brutal studs you call sons!"

Matrona looked uncomfortable, as if she wasn't sure if the Queen were serious. 

2342 walked off the sand as the crowd cheered and flashed him. He did not raise his arms and shout in victory. In fact, he looked... shaken.

"That boy doesn't like to kill," Matrona whispered. "I shall have to console him later. Still, there is a chance that his opponent might survive his wounds."

"Aren't battles to the death?" asked Axina.

"Not always," the Queen responded. "The first to lose consciousness loses the match. He may wake up again, or not. It matters not, so long as we see one male violently and decisively triumph over another."

Once the sand was once again clear, two more males walked into the arena. The first one was a big one, head and shoulders taller than 2342. "That's 4147, the strongest in Bilzata's stable," said Matrona. 

Axina felt her jaw drop when she saw the other male. She wasn't even sure he was human. He almost looked like a monster. Standing at well over seven feet, with arms and legs as big around as tree trunks and a mane of tangled brown hair, this one was a portrait of savagery, a nightmare to frighten children. "That," Matrona purred, "is my firstborn, male 1111. The greatest male in the kingdom." 

4147 looked intimidated. His instincts proved correct, for scarcely a second had passed after the referee signaled the beginning of the match before it was over. 1111 smashed his club into the top of 4147's skull, caving it in instantly.

"That one's not going to survive," the Queen laughed as the commoners dragged 4147's corpse from the arena. Many of the spectators eagerly flashed the victorious 1111 as he strode from the center of the arena. He paused, then faced the stands and casually pulled aside his loincloth. From her angle, Axina could not see 1111's malehood, but she could hardly miss the reaction that occurred in that half of the stands. The spectators went berserk, tearing off their clothes and publicly masturbating. Orgies of three to four ladies began to form within seconds, merging and growing until one entire half of the stadium was engulfed in a massive sapphic fuckfest, all sparked by the mere sight of one single gladiator cock. 

"Good Goddess," Axina breathed. 

"1111 tends to have that effect on people," Matrona chuckled. "Of course, few of them would ever dare to actually lay with him. Not all those who dare survive."

It was nearly half an hour before the orgy played out. Horny as they were, the spectators were all eager to see the final round. Personally, Axina was dreading it. 

"So, here we are at the final round," mused the Queen, "and both the finalists are yours. Again. Will there ever be a stable in the capital that can compete with Matrona Maternia's?"

"I doubt it," said Matrona smugly. "The others don't know how to properly treat their males."

1111 and 2342 walked back onto the sand to the roar of the crowd. They squared off against each other, awaiting the command to begin. 

"He has no chance!" Axina blubbered, almost in tears. "It isn't FAIR! Make them stop, he'll die, he'll DIE!" 

Matrona stroked her hair. "Shhh. Shhhh, girl. Just watch what happens." 

The referee signaled for the match to begin. 2342 dropped his club and walked toward 1111, hands at his sides. 1111 raised his club, and, with a flick of the wrist, brought it down on 2342's head. 2342 crumpled to the ground. "No..." Axina croaked. 

"Relax," Matrona assured. "1111 is actually rather fond of his brother. 2342 will awake later, with a splitting headache." 

"What a boring ending," the Queen grunted morosely. 

"Oh don't worry, Anabeth," Matrona said mischievously. "The night's entertainment has just begun."

The crowd seemed to agree with the Queen. They booed as 1111 strutted around the edge of the arena floor. He spat at them, an action that would normally get a male killed as a matter of course. 

"Now comes the fun part," Matrona cooed. 

A set of doors opened in the side of the arena. Out strode Duchess Zena Bilzata in a fine purple dress trimmed in orange, cut low to show off her enormous Bosom. She walked to 1111, swaying her hips seductively. With a sensual smile she reached behind her, undoing her garment's only button. The dress fell to the dirt, leaving her completely nude before the victorious brute. 

"Male," she said, using Feminine Power to amplify her voice so that it carried through the stands, "you have been deemed worthy. Among the other males here today you have triumphed. I shall reward you by relieving you of your seed. I shall use it to create beautiful offspring. Lie down so I can mount you." 

1111 complied, laying on his back. Bilzata straddled him, pulling aside his tented loincloth to reveal his unbelievably large, erect malehood. Axina gaped. It must have been more than a foot long! Bilzata positioned it at her entrance but was obviously reluctant to sink down onto it's gargantuan girth. Unfortunately for her, she never got the chance. 

1111 sprang into action, flipping Bilzata face down into the sand and rolling on top of her. She barely had time to react. "What the?" 1111 pushed his meat club between her asscheeks. "Oh no. No. NooooooaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!" she shrieked in pain as the brutish male crammed his foot long cock into her backdoor. 

"Oh dear," said the Queen. "It seems dear 1111 has 'mistakenly' used the wrong hole!" 

Matrona laughed. "HA! And who can blame him? Bilzata is a complete cunt after all. It's only natural that he would have trouble finding a cunt's cunt!" 

The crowd was deathly silent for a few moments, then erupted in roars of laughter and shouts of encouragement. Soon the stands once again broke into orgy as Bilzata screamed, moaned, and sobbed as she was brutally sodomized into the sand. 

Axina slipped her hand down to her own pussy, but her Liege Lady intercepted her arm. "Let, me, Dear," She whispered huskily into Axina's ear. She slipped her fingers into Axina's folds, seeking the sweet spot on the top of her inner walls, her other hand squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. Axina groaned, her body seeming to melt under Matrona's skilled hands, all while watching the terrifyingly arousing scene of sodomy on the arena floor. 

Finally, male 1111 tore himself free from Bilzata's ass, leaving it gaping wide, and plunged himself to the hilt in her pussy, spurting his copious load into the woman's womb. He stood, leaving the humiliated Duchess limp on the ground, cum oozing from her fertilized cunt. 

Axina cried out as the sight combined with Matrona's fingers drove her to orgasm, gushing all over her Liege's hand. Of all the orgasms Axina had experienced that day, she decided this one was the best. 

"Thank you, Mother," she panted.

"You're most welcome, Dear," Matrona cooed. "Now go home and get some rest." She slapped Axina's bottom. "Tomorrow, you will have to start that task I told you about this morning."

"Yes, My Lady," Axina said. She was sure to gyrate her hips as she walked away.

-

Burk

Burk folded his arms. "Are you certain this is the right place?" He asked Mirah as he observed the rather small walled enclosure. The walls were made from sharpened wooden stakes rather than stone, and in both height and circumference, the fortification was unimpressive. 

"Yes, your Majesty. This castle is the dwelling of Shina Tuo."

"Shina Tuo," said Xencina. "A minor country Lady with so little Bosom that her neighbors seldom even bother attacking."

"Wrong," said Mirah. "She's secretly the High Worshiper of the Phallic Cult."

Xencina's eyes widened. "She hid herself well. I have had my inquisitors looking for the High Worshiper for years, but they've never found so much as a trace."

"You said she could make me stronger. Can she?" Asked Burk.

"I believe so," Mirah assured. "Our next target is Duchess Jea Dikei, the finest warrior in all the land. Perhaps you could seduce her, your Majesty, but that would not help you break the seal of courage that she bears. To do that-"

"I have to rape her ass," finished Burk. "And to do that, I need to be able to force her. I need to be stronger than she is."

"Impossible," Xencina scoffed. "Dikei is the inventor of the weaponization school of Feminine Combat Magic. She fights with a giant battle axe made of Feminine Power that instils crippling terror in anyone it passes through. Also, she's an expert enhancer and she has enough raw power to punch her way through a castle wall. There is absolutely no chance a mere male could stand against her."

"What do you know of what men are capable of?" Mirah shot back. "Your church spent so much time and energy trying to keep males suppressed, and now you serve one. How do you know what's possible and what isn't?"

"Animals need to be controlled. Let's get this straight, Mirah. I have not accepted your cock worshipping bullshit. I attend this impossibly virile brute only because I desire to bear his child, NOT because I accept male superiority. Perhaps he will give me a daughter who isn't a complete disappointment!" 

Burk buried his hand in Xencina's hair and pulled back sharply, forcing her to stare into his face. "If you want my seed then you will do as I say, bitch!" he hissed. "And I say your daughter is above you. You will treat her as such. Am I clear?"

He watched the defiance fade from her eyes. "Yes, sir," she gasped. 

"Apologize to Mirah, slut."

Xencia turned to Mirah, inclining her head. "I... I apologize, daughter. I... overstepped."

Mirah grinned, pulling up her skirt. "I'm gonna need a better apology that that, mother."

"Not now," said Burk. He strode toward the castle. "Let's get this over with." Mirah and Xencina followed him. 

The guards stopped them at the gate. Mirah approached them, crossing her arms over her chest and squeezing a breast in each hand. "Man is King," she said solemnly. 

Xencina mimicked her daughter's pose, though she kept her hood up to hide her face. "Man is... King," she grunted, sounding like she was about to choke. 

The guards returned the salute, though they, mere common women, had no breasts to grab. "Man is King," said the taller of the two. "We saw you coming from far off, Lady Vageena. Lady Tuo is waiting in the courtyard." 

And indeed she was. Lady Shina Tuo was a bit older than Xencina. Flecks of grey decorated her jet black hair. She stood completely composed, hands clasped behind her back, chest thrust forward. Speaking of her chest, Burk was sorely disappointed. Even if the woman was keeping her breasts compressed to one tenth their normal size, they were still thoroughly unimpressive. 

"Greetings, High Worshiper," Mirah hailed. "May you be blessed by the Great Male God."

"And may He curse you with barrenness and oblivion, Cultist Mirah!" Shina snapped by way of response. "I never thought you would be the one to betray us." 

"High Worshiper, what are you talking about?" Mirah protested. 

"Don't play dumb, you nun!" Shina screeched. Calling someone a 'Nun' was apparently an insult in the Phallic Cult, which made sense considering. "You have led the church right too us!" She gestured toward Xencina. A blast of wind knocked her hood off her head, revealing her face. 

"I can explain," Mirah began, but Burk stepped in front of her. 

"That woman is my bitch," he declared. "She is no threat to you."

Shina eyed him up and down carefully. "An Awakened Man. So little Mirah finally took the plunge. Forgive me, your highness, but the whore in question does not appear to be in cock thrall." 

"I haven't fucked her yet," said Burk. "But she wants my seed. She will obey." 

"It would put my heart at ease if you would show me some evidence of your power over her, your highness."

"Fine," Burk grunted. "Xencina, take off all your clothes." 

"Yes master," Xencina replied. She unfastened the buttons to her dress, letting it fall to the ground. Underneath she was completely naked. She made no attempt to cover herself, nor did she lower her head. 

Shina strode over to her, stopping mere inches away and staring into her eyes. "Tell me," she said, her voice dangerously soft. "What would you have done if you had ever caught me, Papess?"

"I would have turned you over to the Queen," Xencina replied without hesitation. "Only she has the right to dole out the appropriate punishment to a heretic of your calibur."

"And what do you think she would have done?"

"I expect she would have pushed the Staff of Punishment up your ass until you died."

"And why shouldn't I do something similar to you?"

"Because," Burk broke in. "She is MY bitch. And I don't like people who damage my property." 

Shina backed away, looking to Burk. "Fine. Why have you come, highness?"

"I am told that you can make me stronger," Burk replied. 

Shina looked surprised. "Well yes, I could your highness. However, it would not be wise to fully awaken any men at this juncture. The plans of the Phallic Cult could be disrupted. For what purpose do you require strength?"

"I intend to face Duchess Jea Dikei in combat." 

She considered for a moment. "Very well. I hate that Dikei cunt. Come with me. You two can stay here." She indicated Mirah and Xencina. "Also, leave that bracelet. I can sense a sinister female presence emanating from it."

"What?! How the hell did she sense me?" Vessala's disembodied voice grumbled as he removed the golden bracelet and placed it on the ground. 

"But-" Mirah protested.

"This is an inner mystery of the Phallic Cult, Mirah," Shina insisted. "You aren't ready." She led Burk off into the keep. Mirah pouted, but stayed behind. 

"So, how does this work, and how long will it take?" asked Burk as he followed Shina. 

"I will train you," she replied. "As for how long it will take, that depends on you. You look like quite the man, your highness, so I am guessing I can train you up in a week, maybe a week in a half at most. Now, did Mirah ever tell you about Awakening?"

"Uh, no."

"The Most Nurturing and Feminine Church of Womanhood teaches that males are mere beasts who must be governed by women," Shina began. "And technically this is true, but only because males have been deprived of the ability to become men, who are superior to women. 

"Of all the things males are denied, the most important is the name. You see, like females, males have innate magical power. Masculine Energy, it is called. Masculine Energy is more limited in its applications than Feminine Power. A man can only access it in order to fulfil the Three Masculine Pursuits: To Master that Which He has not yet Mastered. To Set Right All that is Wrong. To Destroy Bonds and Limitations. Of course a man cannot access his Masculine Energy unless he has a name. This is why all males in the kingdom are known by numbers. Mirah has given you a name, I take it?"

"My name is Burk," said Burk. "And no, that name was given to me by another woman. Why?"

"So long as it was a woman who gave it to you," said Shina. "That's part of the magic. In the Age of Kings, men were given names at birth by their mothers."

"So then, I have a name. I should be able to access my Masculine Energy. What is this training for?"

"To teach you how to wield it, of course. Up until now I bet you have unleashed it only instinctively, usually while fucking or preparing to fuck. I will teach you to use Masculine Energy to strengthen yourself so that you can fight evenly with even the Bustiest of the Ladies of Bosom." 

She pushed open a pair of wooden double doors. Inside was the castle's great hall, a spacious area. In the center there was a giant bronze statue of a naked woman, about three times life size. Burk had to stop and admire the statue's amazing rack, even if it was made of bronze. Shina strode to the statue's base and put a hand on its calf. 

"I must warn you, your highness. The training will be... unpleasant. Are you sure you wish to proceed?"




Axina and Burk Ch. 09



"Do you really need to ask?" Burk countered. 

She smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that." Her breasts began to expand. 

At first, Burk thought she was simply allowing her Bosom to decompress, but with a start, he realized that the statue's bronze tits were shrinking as Shina's were growing. And they were growing at an alarming rate. Within seconds they burst through the bodice of her dress, shredding it in their desperate jiggly quest for space. In a few more seconds they had surpassed Mirah's uncompressed size, and they continued to swell. When all of the statue's Bosom had finally been absorbed, each of Shina's mammoth mounds was nearly as wide in diameter as she was tall. The bottoms of each flesh orb rested on the floor, despite the fact that the woman was standing. She closed her eyes, and they began to shrink as she compressed them back down to manageable size. When she was finished, her compressed breasts were still bigger than Mirah's uncompressed, and they radiated power. Burk gawked openly. 

Shina tossed her hair and smirked. "Whats the matter little boy? Never seen a REAL set of tits before?"

Burk paused. Moments ago, Shina had been respectful toward him, deferential even. Now, her demeanor had changed completely. She was... cuntish. Arrogant. Dismissive. She looked at him like he was a pile of horse excrement that she had nearly stepped in. But, she did have massive tits.

"I am going to fuck you," Burk informed her. 

"Oh really?" she sneered. She leaned forward and jiggled her naked chest. "Well, come and get me then." 

Burk stepped forward and reached for a tit, but just before his hands closed around it, she slammed a knee into his crotch. Burk fell to one knee, gasping in pain. No girl had done that to him since he was five. Shina laughed. "Pathetic! Just pathetic. What kind of man ARE you?"

Enraged, Burk stumbled to his feet and swung a fist at her head. She dodged it easily, countering with a punch of her own that was strong enough to spin him around. "Let me make something abundantly clear to you, little boy," she roared. "You are NEVER going to have another orgasm." She spun around, kicking him in the head. He stumbled back clutching his face, only to hit the ground a second later as she swept his legs out from under him with a low kick. "You are going to stand there like the sissy faggot little boy you are while I beat you to death, and with your last breath, you will thank me for ending your worse-than-worthless life. What do you say, little boy?" 

"Fuck you, bitch," Burk responded eloquently, climbing to his feet once more. He wasn't really sure what was going on, but he sure as hell wasn't going to die and he sure as HELL was going to fuck this bitch. 

However, the next exchange of blows ended much like the first had, with Burk on his back and Shina standing over him, one foot planted on his chest. He struggled to regain his feet, but Shina's foot on his chest prevented him. "Let me up," he demanded. 

"Awww. Does the pussy-whipped wittle boy want some more beating? Tell you what." She squatted over his head. "If you make me cum, I'll let you up so you can feel some more of mommy's love taps. Would you wike dat, sweetie?" 

"Fuck ymmfff" Burk said, for as soon as he opened his mouth, Shina sat on it. Reluctantly, Burk began to lick and suck at her snatch, and was annoyed to find that it was absolutely delicious. 

She leaned forward over the prone Burk, running her hands over his crotch. "Well, lets see what you've got under here, little boy." She pulled down his pants. She gasped.

This was usually the turning point, the time when Burk regained control over the bitch who tried to dominate him. Not this time. 

"Well, at least you're hung like a man," She said, apparently only slightly impressed. "But we both know you aren't one, don't we little boy? Mmmm, I think I'll play with it a little." She gripped him hard and began to run her hands up and down his erect length. This was far rougher than any handjob Burk had ever received. It felt like Shina was literally trying to squeeze an orgasm out of him- and it was working. Only a few minutes had passed before Burk was on the brink of orgasm. He was just about to explode...

Then Shina pressed one finger in against a place on the base of his cock, and all the pleasure of the orgasm turned to searing agony. His balls tightened and his dick twitched, but no cum erupted from its tip. Burk roared in pain into Shina's pussy and became even more enraged as her juices gushed into his mouth, knowing that she was getting off on his pain. 

"I told you, no orgasms allowed, you naughty little boy." She climbed off him and stood. "On your feet, faggot, so I can knock you down again." 

She was standing there above him with a sadistic grin plastered over her face, her every minute action implying that she was better than him. And so far, it appeared that she WAS better than him. He couldn't beat her. 

This was wrong. It was so fucking WRONG. A woman, a fucking bitch, handling him like a child. Lording it over him. Beating him. Denying him orgasms. She SHOULD have been writhing under him with his cock buried to the hilt in her sopping cunt, begging him to cum inside her. 

And how fucking dare she give him orders! Orders to fight, orders to eat her pussy, orders to fight again! And the worst part was that he had no choice but to obey. No choice but to be bound by HER rules, HER whims, as if he was merely her plaything.  

And he was harder than he had ever been before. 

It wasn't that he enjoyed being dominated. He fucking hated it. It was the challenge. 

To Master that which He had not yet Mastered. To Right that which was Wrong. To Destroy Bonds and Limitations. Come to think of it, that was what he always did. That was who he was. Burk felt strength radiating from his groin, and despite the abuse Shina had inflicted upon him he had never felt better. He slammed his fist into the floor. The stone cracked. 

"Let me tell you what I'm going to do to you after I win this fight," Burk said, climbing to one knee. "First, I'm going to beat you with my cock until you lose consciousness." He stumbled to his feet. "Then, I'm going to fuck you until your sanity has been completely destroyed." He assumed a fighting stance. "And then, I'm going to pump you full of my cum over and over until you literally explode." 

"That sounds like something a man would do," Shina sneered, "Not a little fag wimp like you." She lashed out at his groin again, but this time he blocked it. He also blocked her attempted punch to his stomach, and dodged the kick to his knee. Then he threw out his fist and managed to crack her one across the face. 

Shina stepped back, rubbing her jaw. "Looks like you're FINALLY starting to get it, you slow little retarded child. Guess I better stop going easy on you."

"Yeah," said Burk, cracking his neck and raising his fists. "Guess you better."



Axina and Burk Ch. 10



Vessala

"I can do it myself, mother," Vessala pouted as her mother carefully adjusted the ceremonial headdress over Vessala's straight black hair. The white feathers and gold thread of the adornment contrasted sharply with her coal colored skin. 

"Everything needs to be perfect, dear," Mother responded. "Today is your big day."

Vessala paused. "Mother... must I visit the breeder? Not all do so on their eighteenth birthdays."

Her mother walked around to take her shoulders and look her in the eye. "You're an adult now, Ves. I can't force you if you don't want to. But, I would advise that you do it. This is your chance to prove to everyone that you're just like everyone else. That you're not..."

"Malesouled," Vessala finished bitterly. 

Her mother's eyes blazed. "Someone called you malesouled? Who was it? I'll rip out their tongue!" 

"No one. Everyone. It doesn't matter."

"Of course it matters. It's a filthy insult." The older woman bit her lip. "You know of the males?"

"Yes, mother," Vessala responded. "You taught me, remember? "There are two types of humans who walk the earth, the females and the males. We, the females embody all that is good and gentle, while the males embody wickedness and brutality. That is why no males are permitted in our Desert Sanctuary. Except the breeder, of course." 

"Indeed." Her mother paused. "It is said that there are some who have the destructive souls of males but the bodies of females. They are called malesouled."

"What a silly superstition. But why would anyone think that I am such a thing?" Vessala asked. 

Her mother paused. "Sit down, dear." 

Vessala sat. 

"You know how children are born in Desert Sanctuary?"

Vessala shrugged. "A woman visits the breeder to become pregnant. Nine months later, she births two children- one male and one female. The male child is sacrificed to the guardian goddess, and the female is raised by her mother. This is part of our pact with the guardian goddess."

"Yes. Ordinarily true. However, I never gave birth to a male child. You were born alone, Vessala. An oddity. There were whispers at the time, but none ever dared to openly call you a malesouled. But now... now there are other concerns." 

"What other concerns?"

"The way your friends fawn over you. It's... unnatural."

Vessala crossed her arms. "I only used a little magic on them. All females can use magic." 

"I know dear, but some would say that the way you ensnared their minds is the same as the way males enslave females in the outside world. Besides, your use of magic is another problem. Artura says you've completely surpassed her in skill."

"So what? I'm good at magic." 

"Ves, you only started training under Artura last week and she's the best in Desert Sanctuary!"

Vessala smirked. "She was the best. Not anymore." 

"This is serious," her mother insisted. 

"Fine, mother," Vessala said. "The legends say that malesouled can't become pregnant, right? So I'll go see the breeder and put these rumors to rest forever."

Her mother smiled warmly. "You're going to love being a mother, dear. I know I have."

----------

An hour later, Vessala stood outside the breeder's cave at the top of Mount Sanctuary. Desert Sanctuary, the sacred home of her people, stretched out in all directions around the mountain. Beyond there was only dry, sandy desert. The springs of mount sanctuary were the only thing that made life in this arid place possible. Desert Sanctuary's remoteness protected it from the roaming bands of males that littered the rest of the desert. 

Vessala glanced back toward the cave, realizing that she was merely stalling. She adjusted her headdress and stepped forward. Just then, a voice hailed her from the path below. 

"Ho! Young Vessala! A moment!" It was elder Shaela, accompanied by Elder Jemim. The two approached Vessala. As elders their breasts were larger than those of any other women in the Sanctuary. Both women were in their sixties, although they looked only about forty thanks to the extra magic they were allowed to carry. Speaking of which...

"You were supposed to attend us this morning, Young One," said Elder Jemim. 

"Why?" asked Vessala. In truth, she knew why. 

"The elders glanced at each other, then back to Vessala. "Today is your eighteenth birthday is it not?" asked Shaela. 

"Yes. And?"

"And you owe the council of elders a portion of your magic once you come of age," insisted Shaela. "Did your mother not tell you this?"

Of course she had. That didn't mean that Vessala was actually going to let these old bags take her magic. She would die first. "Why do I owe the council anything? My magic is my own."

Jemim sighed. "Young One, the council provides for the common good of all Desert Sanctuary. To do this we need extra magic."

"How exactly do you elders provide for the common good?"

"Well, for one, we keep the males out."

"But, do we really need to keep the males out?" Vessala asked. "I have heard that in the northern lands the males have been enslaved and are properly controlled by females."

Shaela chuckled. "I too have heard that tale. I've also heard that the northerners have skin as pale as the moon and breasts the size of large waterfruit. You shouldn't believe everything you hear, Young One." 

Well to hell with it. "I don't believe you old bags need extra magic except to keep your faces from wrinkling and your breasts from sagging," she blurted. 

The elders looked shocked. "Vessala," said Jemim carefully. "I am beginning to wonder if the rumors about you are true. Rudeness and problems with authority are traits often associated with the males."

"Do you dare imply what I think you're implying, you cunt?!"

"You CANNOT talk to us like that," Shaela insisted. "We're the Elders. You must do what we say. Now, remove your top. I shall appropriate the appropriate amount of magic from your breasts, as is my right as an Elder of Desert Sanctuary." She stepped forward. 

"You will do no such thing." Vessala quickly spun two small, invisible and incredibly intricate webs of magic and placed them onto the heads of the elders. The webs sank through their skin and their skulls and settled upon their brains. The elders stopped in their tracks. The spell was a difficult one, and Vessala had never before met any other woman who knew how to do it. At first, it had taken her hours to spin such delicate and precise webs, but as she practiced on her friends, it had grown easier. 

"We..." Shaela appeared puzzled, the spell working its magic on her mind. "We won't? You're right. Taking your magic would be entirely inappropriate."

Vessala smiled wickedly. Her spell was working. This kind of enthrallment spell was child's play for her, even though it was at least twenty times more complex than any spell she had ever seen anyone else perform. The women of Dessert Sanctuary were novices in the art of Feminine Magic compared to her. If she could just teach them her knowledge... But that was impossible, unfortunately, with these superstitious, power hungry old women barring her path. Well, these two would be under her thrall as long as she never lost her concentration. Time for some fun.

"Elder Shaela," she said sweetly. "This is my first time visiting the breeder, and I'm a little nervous. Would you please..." Vessala pulled up her skirt to bare her pussy. "...help me prepare? With your mouth, please." 

The enthrallment spell easily bent Shaela to Vessala's will. "Yes of course, young one," The elder replied, kneeling on the ground before her. Vessala gasped as she felt the older woman's tongue brush against her clit. Vessala grasped the back of the woman's head with her hands, pushing her deeper into the junction of her legs, relishing her power. 

"This seems... odd..." muttered Elder Jemim, enthralled brain unable to process the sight of her esteemed colleague kneeling in the dirt before the young Vessala, eating her with what appeared to be genuine desire. Without an order to follow her mind was trying to reject Vessala's control. 

Best to give her an order, then. "Elder Jamim," Vessala said. "My feet have become dirty as I climbed this mountain. Please clean them with your mouth,"

"Very well," said Jamim, finding this request completely reasonable thanks to Vessala's mind control. She too knelt in the dirt, bending to lick Vessala's toes. 

Vessala sighed contentedly, looking out over Desert Sanctuary, an oasis of feminine goodness in the middle of a sea of dunes crawling with male tribes. Unlike the Elders, she did not believe Desert Sanctuary was not meant to be merely a haven for feminine peace, it was meant to be a beacon of light, an example for all the world. Vessala knew it was her destiny to lead the people of sanctuary into that future. Once her child was born, she would begin. Wielding magic was impossible while pregnant with a male child, after all. 

Shaela's tongue was beginning to bring her pleasure to a head. Vessala gripped the woman's dark hair and pressed her further into her own muff, softly crying out as she gushed sticky fluid all over the Elder's face. 

After a few moments, she pushed her new servants away. The mind control spell would last only until she allowed her concentration to lapse, but she could easily force the elders to forget anything... unseemly. She thought for a moment and eventually decided to leave them in thrall for now. It would be good to have someone to greet her when she emerged from the cave, pregnant. 

Vessala strode toward the cave mouth. This step was important. The women of Sanctuary would not follow her if they thought she was malesouled, and she could hardly put them all in thrall at once! A pair of healthy children would convince them she was normal. And, she was ashamed to admit, it would also help to convince herself. 

Her eyes adjusted to the darkness. In the center of the cave's central chamber was a single pillar. The breeder sat beside it, bound to it by a thick bronze chain. This was the first time Vessala had seen a male up close and to be honest she was surprised by how human he looked. His skin was the same pitch black of all those in desert sanctuary. However, he was a bit larger than a female, a bit hairier, and he had no breasts. Of course the most obvious difference hung between his legs. Vessala found herself perversely fascinated by the sight of the breeder's cock. It was, after all, the only part of a male that could contribute to the process of creating life, and therefore the only valuable part of him. 

"So," the breeder grumbled. "Are you just gonna stand there staring?"

Vessala started. "I... I didn't realize you could talk."

He chortled. "I guess it doesn't really matter to you, right?" Vessala straightened her back. Best to be firm and authoritative. 

"I have come for your seed, breeder."

"Of course you have," he spat. "But here's the twist. No."

Vessala gaped. "No? You are a male! A beast who lives only to ravish and impregnate! How could you possibly decline an opportunity to do just that?"

"People keep telling me that," muttered the male. "Even before I was brought here. In my tribe, males killed each other for the opportunity to impregnate women. If offered the opportunity to knock up an entire city's worth of women, as I have, most would jump at the chance. But you know, I would trade every pussy in the world for the sky over my head and the sand beneath my feet. To ride into battle with stout comrades at my side and to die at the hands of a worthy foe. That is how a male like me should die. As it is, I will be put down like a dog by you people the moment I cease to... perform adequately." 

"Fool," Vessala responded. "Your only purpose is to provide seed for us. You are not a person. You are livestock."

"No. I may be an animal, but if so, I am a wild beast, not a cow. I am through being milked."

Vessala paused. She felt a strange pain in her chest that she struggled to comprehend. It wasn't annoyance or anger or fear. With a sense of abject horror, she realized the feeling was... kinship. Empathy. 

No. She could not possibly feel kinship with a male. They were animals, not people. The only woman who could feel empathy for a male would be a....

A malesouled. She trembled.

"NO!" She roared. "I AM A WOMAN! I don't care about YOU! You are nothing!" She stooped to pick up a large stone from the floor of the cave.

The male climbed to his feet, raising his arms into fists. "Well, well. Looks like the little lioness wants a fight. Fine by me I guess." He spat.

With a roar of rage she swung the rock at his head, using her magic to enhance the strength of her arm. The male raised his arm to block her attack, but at the last instant, lowered it again. The rock collided with his head with a sickening crunch. He fell to the ground. 

Vessala stood over the breeder, panting. He was dead. In a flash, Vessala understood that he had allowed her attack to hit him on purpose, seeking something vaguely resembling death in battle. He had probably known that this was the last chance he was likely ever going to get. The knowledge that she could understand the male's thoughts sickened Vessala. She backed away until her back touched the wall of the cave, then fell down and curled up. She was a malesouled. A malesouled, a monster, an abomination. 

She sat there, on the floor of the cave, weeping for at least an hour. But then, like a revelation from heaven, it dawned on her. She was no malesouled. The malesouled don't exist. She was able to understand the male simply because she was intelligent- more so than the other women of sanctuary. Because she was smart, she was able to understand things that others couldn't. 

Males were not what the women of Desert Sanctuary thought. They were brute beasts, to be sure, but potentially useful ones. Animals to be domesticated, not monsters to hide from like scared children. She wiped her eyes. She would show them. She would lead them into a new era of greatness. Vessala left the cave. 

She found the people of Desert Sanctuary waiting for her just outside the cave, wielding knives and torches. At their head were Elders Jemim and Shaela. Shit. She must have allowed their enthrallments do dissipate during the events inside the cave. 

"What is this?" Vessala demanded.

"Your day of reckoning has come, malesouled," Jemim spat. 

"I am no malesouled," Vessala responded. 

"Oh?" Said Shaela. "Well, you have just emerged from the breeder's cave. Are you pregnant?"

"I..." Vessala trailed off as a woman from the crowd pushed past her into the cave. "w-wait!" she stammered. But it was too late. A cry of horror resounded from inside the cave. 

"The breeder is dead! The monster has killed the breeder!"

Elder Jemim hissed. "Violence! A masculine trait! Malesouled! She is trying to destroy Sancutary by preventing new births!"

The crowd hissed, falling back a step and staring at Vessala with absolute fear and terror. "Malesouled!" They cried. "Monster! Kill the Malesouled!"

Vessala spotted her mother in the crowd. "Mother!" She cried. "Tell them! Tell them that I'm not what they're saying!"

Her mother refused to meet her eyes. "Get away from me, monster. The fact that you used my body to come into the world makes me sick to my stomach. I will have to live with that shame all my days." 

Vessala was shocked. Her own mother had abandoned her. It was over. Everything was over. She began to laugh. What else could she do?

And then, the answer came to her. The only possible way to escape this situation with her life. She changed the tone of her laugh, from one of hysteria to an insane, evil cackle, throwing her arms wide and laughing with all the gusto she could muster. She struck a threatening pose and snarled at the crowd. The front most women jumped back, terrified of her. 

"THAT'S RIGHT!" She shouted at the top of her lungs. "I AM A MALESOULED, SENT HERE FROM THE DEEPEST DEPTHS OF HELL TO TORMENT AND DESECRATE THE WOMEN OF THIS 'HOLY' PLACE! FEAR ME, BITCHES! HA HA HA HA HA!!"

"She damns herself with her own words!" Shouted Jemim. "Kill her! Kill the Malesouled!"

Vessala held out her hand. "The first bitch to step forward will die by my demonic power," she warned. "Her soul will spend eternity in the grasp of fell demons who will rape her over and over!" She strode forward, confidently. The crowd parted to let her pass. "It's been fun, bitches! I suppose I have to leave. But surely, elsewhere in the world, there are pure, innocent females to desecrate and befoul!!! AHAHAHAHA!!"

Vessala made for the gate. The citizens of Desert Sanctuary made no attempt to stop her, terrified as they were of her imagined malesouled powers. One thing was true, though. There WERE other women in the world. Perhaps the women of the north would be more enlightened than this superstitious lot. 

As Vessala passed through the gate, she allowed herself one final glace back toward her home. Desert Sanctuary was not the bastion of enlightenment that she had imagined it to be, but still she felt the pain of leaving behind everything she had ever known. 

She turned toward the north. 

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Mirah

Mirah Vageena, Baroness and rank three Phallic Cultist, sat idly on a bench in the courtyard of Lady Shina's castle. It had been two full days since Burk had entered Lady Shina's keep. The training could possibly last another five. Mirah was extremely curious as to the nature of the training itself, but she accepted Shina's assessment that she was not yet ready. 

While waiting, Mirah had taken the opportunity to have her servants bring in her things. She was quite comfortable in the rooms that Lady Shina had provided for her, since she had brought along her own furnishings. Mirah's mother, Xencina, was somewhat less well off. Xencina had left her former accommodations without even the clothes on her back. Mirah had grudgingly lent her a few of her old dresses. Since she had taken a large portion of her mother's Bosom, Mirah's old dresses fit the fallen Papess almost perfectly. 

Speaking of Xencina, she was currently walking down the garden path toward Mirah. Well, Mirah had hoped to spend a few hours meditating on the power and glory of cock (and masturbating, of course) but now another argument with her mother seemed more likely. She straightened her back as Xencina approached. "What do you want, Mother?" she demanded.

Surprisingly, Xencina did not respond with hostility. "I... I need your help, Mirah."

Mirah's interest was piqued. "My help? I thought I was just a disappointment to you. Why in the name of the Great Male God would you need my help?"

Xencina shuffled awkwardly. "Its about your- our- master. Burk. I have tried everything I can think of to please him with my mouth, but it seems I am unable to make him cum. He refuses to give me the child I desire until I can please him, but I cannot. And yet, you seem to do so easily." 

"That's because I'm better than you," Mirah sneered. 

Xencina looked crestfallen. "I suppose I have no right to ask for your help." 

"You're damn right, you don't!" Mirah snarled. "You forced me- as an infant, no less- to bear the seal of chastity for you. You all but abandoned me to preach that heretical and misguided hogwash that you call scripture. Then, you have the nerve to call ME a disappointment!"

"I'm sorry." Xencina turned away. 

Mirah felt her heart soften. She sighed. "Wait. I will help you."

Xencina turned toward her. "You will?"

"Yes, though certainly not for your sake. I cannot, in good conscience, take a course of action that would lead to less pleasure for my King."

"I- thank you," the flushed Papess stammered. 

"Shut the fuck up and get on your knees," Mirah commanded.

Xencina promptly obeyed. Mirah spread her legs and hiked up her skirt. "I am Burk," She declared in the deepest voice she could manage. "And this..." she placed her right arm with the elbow at the junction of her legs and her hand balled into a fist. "...is my cock. Suck it, bitch." Mirah's forearm was actually a pretty good approximation of Burk's cock in terms of size, though it was perhaps a bit smaller than the real thing. 




Axina and Burk Ch. 10



Xencina hesitated for a mere instant before she murmured, "Yes master," and ran her tongue up the side of Mirah's forearm. Mirah felt a trickle of her own juices run around her elbow as Xencina gave her arm the best blowjob she was capable of. She did her best to suppress her arousal as in this situation, it was borderline heretical. A woman's sexual pleasure should come from submitting to cock, not from pretending that she had one. And yet, sinful or not, Mirah's pussy became absolutely drenched as she watched her mother cram her fist into her throat. She began to grind her elbow against her clit, moaning softly. 

"Your technique isn't bad," she commented. "The problem is your attitude."

Xencina pulled her mouth away. "My attitude?"

"First of all, get your tits out. You should also decompress them. King Burk enjoys large breasts."

Xencina blinked, then pulled down the hem of her dress. She closed her eyes and released a breath, allowing her Bosom to grow out to its maximum size, massive orbs of flesh more than three times the size of her head. They sagged a bit, showing Xencina's mature age. Nevertheless, Mirah knew the sight would be most arousing to Burk. 

"Good," she commented, "Now get back to sucking, but this time try to retain eye contact. Remember, you are not simply sucking a dick, you are pleasing a man. Worshiping him." 

Xencina ran her tongue along up Mirah's forearm up to her wrist, and then engulfed her hand once again into her hot mouth, pushing herself forward as far as she could while looking Mirah in the eye, eyes watering. After a few seconds, she fell back, sputtering. 

"Not bad, But you don't look happy enough. Do you know the number of women in the world who will never get to taste Burk's mighty cock? And you get to suck him EVERY DAY! You should be grateful that he gives you that opportunity."

Xencina shot her an obviously fake and completely unconvincing grin. 

"Right. Well give it a try when you're with him. Also, don't take breaks. When you aren't sucking on it, lick and kiss the underside and suck the balls."

Xencina raised an eyebrow. "Balls? I don't see any balls."

Mirah placed her other fist at the base of her forearm. "Here. These are my balls. Suck 'em, slut."

"Alright." Xencina bent to lick Mirah's fist.

"That's it. Rub your forehead against the shaft. Your face should be covered in your own spit by the time you're done." She ground her elbow more firmly into her clit, her strange, guilty pleasure growing stronger by the second. "Yeah, that's right. Suck those balls, you old whore. Fuck! I'm cumming!" Mirah's whole body stiffened as she came hard, gushing juices around her 'balls' and onto Xencina's surprised face. 

She sat back, panting, surprised at how fun that had been. 

"So I guess that means I did a good job," said Xencina

"Pretty good," Mirah confirmed. "You should be drinking his majesty's cum in two or three more tries at the most."

"And then at last, I shall receive the seed I need to enjoy motherhood once again..." Xencina paused. "Daughter, let me ask you something. Do you not desire to bear his children as well?" 

Mirah snorted. "Of course I do. Who wouldn't?"

"Then why do you not? It should be a simple matter to make him spurt his seed into you."

"He does not wish me to become pregnant for the time being." 

"Who cares what he wants? The Miracle of Motherhood is a thing for women alone. No male, no matter how incredibly virile he may be, has any right to determine whether or not a woman will bear a child."

"You are wrong, as usual, Mother," Mirah replied. "Burk owns my body, and that includes my womb. If he wishes to use me as a vessel to bring life into the world, then I will be that vessel. If he chooses not to, then I will not."

"Very well," said Xencina, licking a drop of Mirah's juices from her finger. "I will not argue the point, though I disagree." 

"You will not disagree for long," said Mirah. "Once he spreads your slutty old pussy with that mammoth dick of his, you will see the truth."

Xencina glanced past Mirah to the keep. "Well, I suppose that's only if he ever comes back." 

Mirah smiled. "He will. Have a little faith."

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Matrona

The bitter taste of moon tea lingered in Duchess Matrona Maternia's mouth as she made her way toward her estate's gladiatorial stables. The concoction had tasted terrible, as always, but it was necessary. She did not wish to become pregnant by 1111. Although the very thought made her tingle, she was only willing to take her incestuous dalliances so far. Bearing a child sired by her own son would be... inappropriate. 

Although there was no one of importance around to see, Matrona maintained her graceful stride. It had taken years to perfect that walk, a sort of glide that made her sizable Bosom giggle only slightly. That was one of the downsides to the possession of massive amounts of Feminine Power, you had to learn to manage the massive amounts of titflesh that came along with it. Of course, they too had their advantages. Matrona smiled as she recalled her first time with her newest vassal, Axina Bethasuse, and how she had mewed and trembled with excitement as Matrona's breasts had engulfed her entire head. 

The memory brought to mind the other blessing and curse of feminine power, as her desire flared and a trickle of vaginal lubricant made it's way down her inner thigh past her knee. She had long ago given up on wearing undergarments, as there were none absorbent enough. Matrona's constant need for sex was downright inconvenient. The service of her vassals was useful in this regard, but nothing truly satisfied her lust like a male, and no male like 1111. She thought about him constantly. It was almost as if she were in thrall to him all the time.

On her way, she passed Axina's quarters. She paused at the door for a moment to listen to her vassal's lusty moans and the labored grunts of her other son, 2342. Matrona idly fondled her enormous breasts as she shamelessly eavesdropped. Axina was currently testing her mysterious ability to hold males in thrall. Matrona stepped away from the door, moving on toward the gladiatorial stables, her steps now gaining some urgency. 

She needed to get fucked. As soon as possible. 

As she exited her manor and began to cross the gardens, a commoner, one of her maids, approached. The poor girl had clearly run all the way from the stables, for she was panting and out of breath. "Speak," Matrona commanded. 

"My... My Lady," the maid gasped. "One of... the overseers... she..." 

"Easy now," Matrona said soothingly. "Now, tell me what happened." 

"It's Katea miss," the maid panted. "She went to put the thrall-collar on 1111 like you ordered, but he just sort of grabbed her, and..."

"I see," said Matrona calmly. Then she did something she hadn't done in more than ten years. She hiked up her skirt and ran. She ran toward the stables as quickly as her legs would carry her. Her Bosom bounced and flopped. At one point her right breast struck her full on in the face. She must have looked ridiculous, but she had to hurry. The poor overseer's life might be at stake. That was why she was running. Certainly NOT because she couldn't bear the thought of 1111 with anyone else. 

Matrona quickly ran to 1111's stall. Unlike the other gladiators, he had a private stall, much larger than the others that the gladiator's shared. There was no time to unlock the door. Matrona used Feminine Power to tear it off it's hinges and rushed into the stall. The potent stink of male and sweat and sex washed over Matrona, nearly making her faint as her eyes adjusted to the relative darkness. 

1111 was oblivious to Matrona's arrival. He lay atop Katea the overseer, his muscular rear rising and falling in impossibly powerful, punishing trusts. Katea's buttocks were bruised and discolored, and she cried out in pain each time he slammed his enormous cock to the hilt in her pussy. He sometimes behaved like this after gladiatorial tournaments, his uncontainable masculine aggression seeking an outlet. Another hour of this, perhaps, and Katea would have likely perished. Matrona was the only one who could withstand this kind of fucking. 

Matrona picked up the thrall collar that Katea had dropped to the floor and knelt down beside 1111, embracing him from behind and pressing her Bosom softly against the vastness of his back. "My dear boy," she whispered. She slid the collar around his neck and fastened it with a *click*. 1111's entire body froze as the collar closed around his neck, his muscles stiffening as his will fought against its control. Not even a collar could control 1111 completely. He turned his head to look at Matrona with fiery rage in his eyes. 

"Let her go," Matrona said softly. "You know she isn't the one you want." With a feral growl, he pushed himself off of the girl. His enormous cock slid from her pussy with a loud *squelch*, leaving it a gaping ruin. "Girl," said Matrona. "Katea, was it? Can you stand?" 

"No my lady," moaned Katea. The overseer was a common woman and therefore was not in cock thrall. 

"Well then can you crawl?"

"I... I think so, my Lady."

"Then crawl out of here. My son and I are about to have a... heart to heart." 

"Yes my Lady." Katea quickly scrabbled out of the stable. Matrona was left alone with 1111, who stood stiff and unable to move thanks to the thrall collar. It couldn't quite control his mind or break his will, but it at least forced his body to obey Matrona's commands. 

"My darling boy," she cooed, embracing him with one arm while reaching down to stroke his cock with her other hand. "I know you're angry and horny. But you mustn't attack the servants. You know that I am the object of both your lust and your fury. You must visit them both upon me." She bit her lip. "For they are what I crave above all." 

She turned around, grinding her big ass against 1111's enormous erection. "Come on, boy. Show mommy what you're made of." 

His arms slowly wrapped around her, one hand grasping at the hem of her dress. He tore it away from her body as if it was made of paper, tossing the ruined garment aside contemptuously as he seized her mammoth breasts, squeezing with all his might. Matrona moaned in pain and pleasure as her studly son mashed her mammaries, pulling one as far away from her chest as far as it could stretch while pushing the other one back into itself. In the outside world, Matrona's Bosom was a status symbol, the ultimate sign of magical and political power. But inside the four walls of this stall, they were merely playthings for 1111's amusement. She could feel his cock twitching against her now unclothed ass, and knew that he was getting excited. Her pussy ached with need for it.

She didn't have long to wait. He pushed her face first into the wall so hard that her head bounced off the wall. Uncaring, she shoved her ass out to allow him access. Without preamble or mercy he slammed his foot long rod into her sopping cunt to the hilt. She saw stars, bucking her hips back into him as her pussy contracted around him like a vice. Whatever remnants of her will remained were shredded to pieces by his penetration, and she fell deep into the familiar, heady depths of cock-thrall. Headless of her orgasm, 1111 pulled back so that only the massive head of his enormous cock remained inside her. He brought a hand down in a punishing open- handed *SMACK* against the jiggling flesh of her ass cheek, leaving an angry red mark. Matrona shrieked.

Mentally, she prepared herself for a long day. And night. And next morning too, most likely.

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Jea

Jea dismissed her Terroraxe as the last pockets of enemy resistance broke. The battle was over. It hadn't been much of one, the local Lady of Bosom couldn't muster much of a force. In truth, Jea probably could have defeated them all single handed. Of course, that would have been unfair to her subordinates. 

Jea passed a group of captured officers as they were herded by two of her own lieutenants. The contrast between the two groups was striking. The captured women wore white uniforms, once pressed and neat, now rumpled and mud stained. Their captors (members of Jea's elite corps) were clad scantily, their flat chests covered only by a single band of cloth and their waists girded by a tiny skirt, from which underneath jutted a large strap-on dildo of polished wood. The captives eyed these fake dicks with fear. Surely they had heard rumors of Jea Dikei's Strap-On Corps. 

Jea was dressed similarly to her soldiers, though she bore no strap-on. Her breasts, even in their compressed state, were more than enough to set her apart from her soldiers. She did admire how they bounced and wobbled as she strutted across the field. Many Ladies of Bosom took their tits for granted, but Jea certainly did not. After all, she had started out with nothing- a mere commoner. And once, she had been on the verge of losing everything once again. 

Jea shuddered, shoving the anxiety, the memories, back into the corner of her mind where they belonged. Unfortunately, she could no longer completely suppress the feelings. It felt like someone was sneaking up behind her, as if at any moment, she might... She shook her head. 

Only one thing could put her mind at ease, and even then only temporarily. That was why she had come here today. 

At last, she arrived at her destination, the tent that had once been the center of her enemy's war camp. Jea pushed her way inside. The tent was fairly richly adorned, though Jea had seen more lavish accommodations, even in the field. She didn't care for such things, herself. The occupants of the tent were what she was interested in. 

The local Lady of Bosom, now a captive, sat behind a map-strewn table, flanked by two members of Jea's Strap-On Corps. Both commoners were eyeing their charge, idly rubbing their strap-ons as if they were living penises while openly ogling her attractive young body. "Dismissed," Jea snapped, and both of them jumped, practically scrambling out of the tent. They knew what Jea did to those who were slow to obey. 

The captive Lady watched wearily as Jea sat down across the table from her and smiled. The bottoms of her breasts brushed against the surface of the table, though she sat up straight. "I trust my girls have treated you well?" she said. 

"I..." the Lady stammered. "I was afraid that they might rape me with those... those things!" Why do you allow them to wear them? It's blasphemous!"

"Oh, I've already been excommunicated," Jea said cheerfully. "Don't mind. I never did care much for church anyway." She grabbed an apple off of the table, cutting off a slice with Feminine Power. "So, what's your name, miss?"

"I'm Tanla Fuxo, my Lady," said the prisoner. She paused. "Um, what do you mean to do with me, my Lady?" 

Jea chuckled. "I think you know."

"I... You want my Bosom? My Land? My males?" Her face paled. "My life?" 

"Oh no, none of those. I'm Jea Dikei, girl." 

Tanla looked at her blankly. 

Jea couldn't believe it. "Jea Dikei, the Marshal? The Bustiest Lady in the entire kingdom?"

"I am sorry, Lady Jea," Tanla said, head bowed. "I was merely my family's second daughter. I never received an education concerning the Ladies of note. I never expected to inherit the family lands, but my mother and sister died of an illness."

Jea stood, smiling wickedly. "Well, that just makes it even more fun. You have no idea what your in for. Let me show you something, Tanla." She lifted the hem of her skirt, exposing her bare pussy. 

"Do you wish me to service your womanhood, Lady Jea?" Tanla asked. "As the defeated party, I will do so if you wish." 

"Now, now, just watch," ordered Jea. "Let me show you my favorite weapon." She cupped her hand over her clit, as if she were holding something round and slowly pulled it away from herself, channeling Feminine Power. As her hand moved, a cylinder of purple translucence materialized behind it, almost as if she were pulling it out of herself. She pulled her hand away.

Between Jea's legs hung an erect, purple, translucent penis. 

"It... It's a cock..." Tanla stuttered. 

"Yep," Jea cooed. "C'mere. Touch it."

Tanla hesitated. "Now," Jea ordered. 

The lesser Lady approached cautiously, extending a finger. She prodded the dick, gasping as it bounced up and down. "Is it... real?"

"Hmm. Depends on what you mean," Jea replied. "It's a construct of Feminine Power, so it can't put anyone in cock-thrall. On the other hand, it's corporeal and-" she grabbed Tanla's hand, forcing her to encircle Jea's member with her fingers. She sighed in pleasure. "-it's quite sensitive. It works on the same principle as Weaponized Feminine Magic, but much more intricate. You see, it interfaces with the nerves in my clit, so I can..." She trailed off, noticing the blank look on Tanla's face. 

"I apologize, Lady Jea, my education did not cover advanced Feminine Magic either."

Jea sighed. "Well, that's ok. You're only here for one reason, anyway." Besides, that sensation, like someone was breathing down her neck, was picking up again. Best to get down to business as soon as possible. 

"You want to fuck me with your cock," Tanla guessed. 

"Exactly," Jea confirmed. "You don't seem too scared about it." 

"Well, I've lain with males before, although always with a collar. This is kind of similar."

"Oh, I assure you, this will be quite different."

"How so?"

"Because," Jea sneered, letting cruelty show on her face for the first time, "its going in your ass, bitch!"

Tanla looked stunned. "In my... OH!" She cried out in surprise as Jea easily lifted her, throwing her down on the table. It was an easy matter for Jea to wrestle the lesser lady into position, face down, ass up, and to tear off her dress. The anxiety was becoming harder and harder to bear by the second. 

"Spread your ass for me," Jea cooed. Tanla didn't move. 

"I said SPREAD YOUR ASS!" she snarled, picking Tanla's head up by the hair and slamming it into the table. Tanla complied, mewing as she reached back to pull her ass cheaks apart. 

"Why?" she whimpered. 

Jea positioned her cock at the entrance of Tanla's virgin asshole. "Because there are only two types of people in the world," she panted. "The kind who fuck, and the kind who get fucked." And with that, she began to slowly, relentlessly, push her hips forward, driving her cock down into Tanla's ass. The lesser lady gasped in pain at the violation, then screamed as Jea slammed home the final few inches. The feeling of the poor girl's tight asshole wrapped around her cock was absolutely divine. 

Jea sighed in relief as the anxiety disappeared from her mind. Why had she been so worried? She was the fucker! Jea pulled on Tanla's hair, thrusting once more into her asshole. She settled into a rhythm, pounding with hard thrusts but pulling back slowly, enjoying her dominance over the pathetic defeated bitch below her. 

The poor girl was actually starting to cry. Jea laughed. She had to laugh. She was the fucker. 

"Ya know," Jea said idly, still pounding Tanla's ass, "Having a cock is actually pretty damn fun. The ability to push a living part of yourself into someone else's body... well, it's a pleasure few women ever feel. Completely wasted on stupid males." 

Tanla's only reply was a sob of pain. 

Jea loved fucking bitches up the ass. It was just so... inherently dominant. There was never any confusion about who was the fucker and who was the fucked. Perhaps that was why it was so effective at quelling her anxiety. 

Her pleasure was building. She began to spank Tanla's ass as she sped up her thrusts. As she did so, she noticed the girl's quim was leaking profusely onto the table. Jea smiled smugly, giving Tanla an extra hard smack on the buttock. "You're just loving this, aren't you bitch?" 




Axina and Burk Ch. 10



Tanla only managed a moan in reply. 

It was only natural, of course. Tanla was a member of the other group of people, the ones who exist to be fucked. Of course her body would respond to its intended purpose, even if she was in pain, even if she didn't want to. 

At last, Jea reached her climax. She pushed forward with two final, brutal thrusts, burying her cock as far as it would go into Tanla's asshole as orgasm gripped her. She grunted, feeling her pussy clench and her cock jerk. It couldn't actually shoot cum, although she was working on a set of Femine Construct Balls that would allow her to do so. Even so, her orgasm was intense. 

"Yes!" She shouted. "Yes! I am not the fucked. I am the FUCKER! Get FUCKED, bitch, get FUCKED! Aaahhhhh."

Once her orgasm had waned, Jea allowed her cock to dissipate. With a chortle, she patted Tanla's abused ass. Tanla groaned, unmoving. Jea wasn't certain if the other woman had reached climax or not, but in truth, she didn't care. She leaned down to whisper in her ear, pressing her massive tits against her prone back as she did so.

"If I ever come back to this backwater province again, you'll have a choice. You can try to fight me, or you can just bend over. Either way is fine with me, and the results will be exactly the same."

With a sigh of contentment, Jea pushed her way out of the tent. Her anxiety was cured. For the moment. Before too long she would need a fresh asshole to fuck. In any case, the Strap-on Corps would be starting in on the prisoners by now. It might be fun to go watch. 

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Shina

Shina Tuo fought with all her strength. She was a second level Mistress of Enhancement Feminine Magic and she possessed Duchess Level Bosom, but even so, this male, Burk, was now matching her, blow for blow, strength for strength. Even though that had been her intent from the beginning, his power still terrified her. This man would shake the world. 

In order to draw out his true power Shina had become his antagonist. Her aggressive gibes at his masculinity over time had strengthened his masculine energy the same way that lifting heavy objects strengthened one's muscles. Unfortunately, she had also enraged him. She could see the feral rage in his eyes as he battered against her guard, each blow shaking her to the core. There was death in those eyes. 

The rage was perfectly normal for this type of training. Normally, however, Shina could bear the brunt of the Awakened Man's lust and rage and come out bruised and sore, but intact. This time was different. This man was different. Masculine energy steamed forth from his every pore. And then there was his mammoth cock to contend with. No, she was not going to survive this. She knew it with every fiber of her being. Already he had her matched. One mistake, one slip, and it would be over.

It didn't help that a very large part of her wanted badly to let him have his way. 

And then it happened. As she stepped backward from a punch, she was not quite quick enough. Burk's kick snaked out, clipping her foot, knocking her off balance. He was atop her in an instant, tearing off the remnants of her dress, seizing her breasts. The weight of him, his strength, his power, these things made her head spin. She gasped in pleasure, and again in fear at the fire in his eyes. She could feel the blunt tip of his massive rod pushing against her sodden slit, screamed in pleasure as her body finally gave way, and he was inside her. With a grunt, he began to fuck harder than Shina had ever been fucked before. 

She was going to be fucked to death by the greatest man in the world. There were worst ways to go, she supposed. At least she would die cumming. That was her last rational thought before the pleasure overwhelmed her.



Axina and Burk Ch. 11



AN: This chapter is pretty short, but there is more to come, I promise.

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Burk

Burk groaned, blasting his seed once again into the overstuffed pussy of Shina Tuo. Then, at last, he fell back, pulling out of her and sitting down. Burk's cum poured from Shina's gaping snatch into the thick pool of cum on the floor of the great hall. Steaming seed coated her naked, unconscious body from the tip of her head to her toes, soaked into her hair. She was unrecognizable under the thick coating of cum. Only the gentle rise and fall of her amazingly endowed chest indicated that she was even alive.

Thankfully, she was still alive. As his rage ebbed, Burk had realized that he had no reason to kill her. Her earlier hostility toward him was simply necessary for his training, plus another busty servant could come in handy. 

Finally, after seventy two hours straight of back-breaking, mind-numbing, punishing sex, Burk's cock would no longer rise to full hardness. He sat back on his haunches for a few moments, catching his breath and admiring his handiwork. Then, he stood, groaning as his sore muscles protested. He picked up Shina's limp, unconscious body and carried her out of the great hall into the courtyard, admiring the slight sway of her cum-covered tits. 

Mirah Vageena, Burk's favorite bitch, awaited him in the courtyard near a wide fountain. When she saw Burk emerging from the great hall, she leapt to her feet. 

"Your Majesty!" she exclaimed. "You completed the trial?"

"I did," Burk replied. "Wasn't easy." He stepped into the fountain, cool water engulfing his feet up to the ankles. He set Shina down in the water and began to wash off the layers of his thick semen that coated her entire body. 

Mirah looked over his shoulder. "Is she... alive?"

"Yeah," Burk grunted, "Barely. I think I fucked her harder than any woman has ever been fucked in history."

Mirah's lips parted as she stared at her comatose religious leader. "I wish I could have been the one to train you," she pouted. 

"I doubt you would have survived."

"A fair point. Lady Shina is tougher than most." She noted the unconscious woman's expansive Bosom. "It looks like she pulled out all the stops for you, your majesty. Those look to be lower Duchess Level."

"She drained my balls," Burk said tiredly, leaning back in the cool water. "I don't think I've ever been so tired." He began to wash himself. 

Mirah quickly doffed her clothing and stepped into the fountain. "Your majesty, please allow me to wash you."

"Very well." Burk leaned back and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Mirah's hands gently washing and massaging his sore muscles. She started at his neck, then lovingly washed his arms, caressing his powerful biceps and cooing softly before moving onto his torso. As she washed his chest with her hands she pressed herself against him, her large, soft breasts hot against his abs. She slid downward, slowly downward, until at last she was face to face with his cock.

"Now that I am this close to you I can tell just how different you are," she whispered. So powerful. You aren't even hard, but just looking at your cock makes me feel dominated." She quickly lowered a hand to her pussy and began to rub herself. "Please allow me to serve you, your majesty."

Burk sat up slowly. "I said I was spent," he said. "I'll have you later tonight."

Mirah pouted. "Very well. I'm just so horny. I haven't had the chance to serve you for six whole days!"

Burk grunted. He supposed he did have an obligation to take care of Mirah's lusts. So, he lowered his arms, grasping her ass cheeks, and lifted her up. The busty baroness's yelp of surprised gave way to a loud moan of pleasure as he pulled her sodden snatch up to his mouth and took a long, slow lick around the outsides of her labia. She quivered in his grip. 

"Oh GOOODDD," Mirah groaned in abject bliss, her eyes rolling back in her head as Burk ate her pussy with fervor. "Y-your majesty," she stuttered after a few moments, "I am honored, but... you shouldn't lower yourself so. To please my lowly pussy with your magnificent mouth- OHH SHIT!" she cut off with a scream of pleasure as Burk lightly nipped at her clit. 

"I like the taste," Burk said around a mouthful of pussy. "During the training Shina made me do it every time she knocked me down. Bitch pissed on my face every time I didn't make her cum fast enough. I got her back though. Fucked her throat for twelve straight hours, and made her drink my piss every time I had to go. After that, I took her asshole without any lube for about eight hours, then...

"Oh FUCK!" Mirah shouted. "I'm CUMMING! YES YES YEESSSSS!"

Burk chuckled, lapping up Mirah's gushing juices while she tangled her fingers in his hair. As Mirah's trembling convulsions ceased, Burk noted that he was becoming aroused after all, his massive cock slowly stiffening. "Well I'll be damned. I guess I'm not quite spent after all."

"Your majesty's cock is too powerful," Mirah moaned. "Nothing can stop it now. Your virility is functionally limitless."

Burk lifted Mirah off of his face and held her sopping twat just above the blunt tip of his now fully erect cock. Then, slowly, he lowered her down onto it, impaling her pussy on inch after inch of thick veiny meat. She had another orgasm almost immediately, screaming at the top of her lungs as the broad head shoved powerfully against her cervix. He settled into a slow rhythm, pulling her up and down his cock. She helped by bouncing her hips in time with his thrusts whenever she wasn't too busy cumming her brains out. 

As they fucked with abandon, Mirah's mother Xencina appeared, striding around the corner of the keep. She was wearing one of Mirah's old dresses and she strode with purpose, her face flushed. "Male!" She addressed Burk curtly, "how dare you emerge from the keep at last without telling me immediately? Did you forget? You promised me a chance each day to please you with my mouth and earn your seed for motherhood." She crossed her arms, huffing. "You owe me six days worth of attempts."

"Suck my balls," Burk replied.

"What? I-"

He turned his head to look her in the eye. "Put my balls. In your mouth. And suck on them. Now."

Xencina's resistance crumbled. "I- um. Alright." She stepped into the fountain, soaking her clothes as she knelt in the water and bent forward beneath her daughter's bouncing ass. 

Burk sighed in contentment as he felt her hot mouth make contact with his left nut. She slurped it with admirable enthusiasm. Clearly, her oral skills had improved since last he had ordered her to blow him. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling.

Then, he felt an unexpected sensation. Another pair of lips had closed upon his right ball, servicing the other half of his nutsack. He opened his eyes to find Shina Tuo on her knees, sucking his balls right next to her former theological foe. 

This spurred Burk on. He increased his pace, fucking Mirah like an earthquake and sending her into a flurry of closely chained orgasms while Shina and Xencina frigged themselves, sucking his balls with devotion. 

Finally, he tossed Mirah off, standing up and pumping his dick in one powerful hand. 

The three busty women knelt before him, with closed eyes and open mouths, fondling their tits and pussies, ready to receive. 

And receive they did. Burk blasted the face and tits of first Mirah, then Xencina, and finally Shina, in a thick coat of hot, potent spunk. Xencina and Shina reached orgasm on their own fingers as thick cum ran down their faces and between their tits.

Burk stood, exiting the fountain. "We leave this castle within the hour. You girls clean yourselves up. Oh, and Xencina..." The former papess brushed his cum out of one of her eyes so she could see him. "Tomorrow you will have seven chances."

"Thank you," she breathed. 

Of course, while the women were supposed to be cleaning themselves up, they quickly devolved into a semen-fueled lesbian orgy. It took a full three hours before Burk was able to leave the castle of Shina Tuo, bitches in tow. 

Next up, Jea Dikei.

---

Axina

Axina held tight to 2342's hair, holding on for dear life as he ate her through an extremely powerful orgasm. 

Finally, she collapsed back onto the bed, stroking 2342's hair in an attempt to make up for how she had painfully gripped it a moment before. He gazed up at her with enthralled adoration, his neck unadorned by a collar. She had succeeded... at least in part. She knew she was staring back at him with that same look. But goddesses, was he beautiful. 

Someone knocked on the door. Probably just a servant bringing the food and drinks again. Goddesses, how long had she been in this room? At least twelve hours, she guessed. Twelve straight hours fucking a male. She must be a complete slut.

The door opened, and to Axina's surprise, Matrona herself strode into the room. 

"Mother!" Axina exclaimed. Matrona was actually her liege lady, not her mother, but she called her that to accommodate the older woman's mother daughter fetish, an arrangement that Axina did not mind in the least. 

"I've come to check on your progress girl. You've been in here for three full days, after all," Matrona said wryly. 

Axina felt her jaw drop. Three days! How had she so completely lost track of time? But, thankfully, she could report at least partial success. "2342 is currently in my thrall, My Lady," she replied, and without the use of a collar. However..." she bit her lip. "I could not find a way to enthrall him without allowing him to penetrate me. Which of course resulted in my own enthrallment to him. As such, we are currently mutually enthralled. However, I have discovered a method that allows me to gain an advantage of sorts."

"Go on," Matrona prodded. 

"The key is self-perception. Specifically, a kind of solipsistic arrogance. If I can convince myself that possess nearly goddesslike quantities of beauty and desirability, then I consider myself to serving the male adequately simply by allowing him to please me. Thus, to an extent, I gain authority over him."

She turned to 2342. "Eat me out again," she commanded. 2342 bent forward to give her twat a lick and she moaned lewdly. 

"Of course," she continued, fighting to keep her voice even as pleasure rose in her loins, "There are limits to my power. I don't think I could order him to do anything that wouldn't be in his interest, such as harming himself. Despite my imperious self-image, I remain in his thrall, every inch of me yearns to serve him."

"I suppose that is the best we could have hoped for," Matrona mused. "It was unlikely at the start that you would be able to completely dominate a male with sex given that the opposite is almost always the case."

"In addition," Axina continued, "this solipsistic self-deception is far more difficult to sustain in your presence, My Lady, as you are far more powerful, feminine, and desirable than I am."

"You shouldn't demean yourself so, child," Matrona said, but Axina could sense she was pleased at the compliment. "Given your success," Matrona continued, "I am informing you that Her Supreme Bustiness, Queen Anabeth Titania requires your presence in the throne room tomorrow."

Axina sat up. "The Queen? Why?"

"I believe she has a task for you. But before you go to meet her..." Matrona raised her arm, holding an old book out to Axina. On the cover was the word, "Journal". 

Axina gasped. "This handwriting... I've seen it before! It belongs to my mother!"

"Yes," Matrona said awkwardly. "Perhaps I should have told you sooner, but these matters are a state secret, known only to a few. Your mother was once a Countess, in direct service to the Queen herself." She raised a finger to Axina's lips, forestalling the torrent of questions that was about to escape her lips. "The answers you seek can be found in that book. The truth about your mother... and the most likely cause of your mysterious power over males. I'll leave you too it." 

She left the room. 

With trembling fingers, Axina opened the front cover, reading the title page.

The Personal and Scientific Journal of Baroness Melynda Bethasuse

The word "Baroness" was scratched out, and the word "Countess" scrawled beneath it in the same hand. Eager to uncover the mystery that had gone unnoticed her whole life, Axina began to read.



Axina and Burk Ch. 12



The Personal and Scientific Journal of Baroness Melynda Bethasuse

Sept 24th, 33rd year of the reign of Her Bustiness Queen Anabeth Titania

Query: What causes the phenomenon known colloquially as "cock-thrall"? Why does the mere act of an insertion of a penis into a mighty Lady of Bosom's vagina cause her to surrender her faculties to a mere, inferior male? Church doctrine tells us that it is a punishment for allowing the filthy male inside of one's body. But if that is the case, why does it feel so good?

Hypothesis: Males possess a kind of energy ('masculine energy', if you will) that, when it comes into contact with Feminine Power, interacts with it in such a way as to leave the bearer of Bosom helpless and enthralled. This could also explain why a woman who is pregnant with a male child cannot use feminine power. 

If male virility is due to some measurable energy, it is possible that this energy could be altered, increased, or decreased. There are a number of potential applications. Unfortunately I don't have the resources to fully pursue research at the moment. It will have to wait until I have attained the rank of Countess at the very least. 

Oct 3rd, 33rd YRHB Anabeth Titania

It seems my research has earned the attention of the Queen herself, though for what reason, I am not entirely certain. When I was approached by the Queen's guard I expected to be arrested for heresy. There are many within the Church who consider my work such. Instead I was informed that the Queen was interested in my work, and ordered to appear before her in one week's time. This could be a chance for me to rise to prominence! If I earn the Queen's approval, surely I will be duly rewarded with Feminine Power and rank. At the very least, this means I should be able to conduct my research without further harassment by the clerics and priestesses of the Church. 

Oct 10th, 33rd YRHB Anabeth Titania

My presentation before the Queen went fairly well, all things considered. Anabeth Titania is a formidable woman. When I entered the throne room upon summons by Her Bustiness, she was already entertaining another guest, a Duchess who had displeased her in some way. As I entered, Her Bustiness was forcing the aforementioned Duchess to grant her oral pleasure, while savagely beating the poor woman's buttocks raw with the Staff of Punishment. I am told this is considered a fairly light chastisement- any serious punishment would involve anal penetration.

I am not certain whether this scene was meant as a message to me, but I honestly doubt that I warrant that much importance to the Queen. In any case, I presented my research as clearly and concisely as I could. Soon, I found out why she was interested in the scientific theories of an eccentric like myself. 

The Queen, in her 40th year of life, is yet without issue. Without a female heir, the succession might be called into question upon her death. More troubling still is the possibility of a rebellion while she is still alive. Apparently, there are whispers of such among those Ladies of high rank and power who are not in favor at court. They may use the Queen's lack of an heir as an excuse to rise and dethrone her, or at least to curtail her privileges. 

This is the reason for the Queen's interest in my research. She is seeking to become pregnant by any means available, and as yet, nothing has worked. She had heard of my research into masculine energy, and of particular interest to her was my ability to raise male virility. She asked me if it was possible to create a male so virile, that he could impregnate ANY woman. By "any" woman, I suppose she meant herself. 

I answered in the affirmative. However, I have my doubts. Surely there are limits to how much energy the male body can contain. And besides that, my normal method for increasing virility might not be sufficient. I told the Queen that I would need time and resources. She assured me that I would have them. 

More importantly, she raised me to the rank of Countess on the spot, and informed me that if my research resulted in a royal heir, I would be a Duchess!

Oct 11th, 33rd YRHB Anabeth Titania

As I was directing a number of male and commoner laborers who were setting up my research facilities, I was accosted by the young Papess of the Most Nurturing and Feminine Church of Womanhood. Predictably, she accused me of heresy, insisting that there was no such thing as "masculine energy" and that such a heretical theory would surely lead to my swift and painful punishment by the Goddess. 

Against my better judgement, I engaged with her. I asked her why Ladies of Bosom who are pregnant with male children cannot wield their Feminine Power. To me, this is a clear sign that males possess a type of energy that is anathema to Feminine Power. She, of course, insisted that it was due to the impurity of males in general. Doubtless that is her explanation for the phenomenon of cock-thrall, as well. 

I tried to tell her that her explanation made no logical sense, but she kept insisting over and over that it was the truth. These religious types wear on my nerves. They do not seek understanding through observation, but rather through emotion. 

Eventually I simply told her that my research was sanctioned by the Queen, and, if she didn't like it, to take it up with Her Bustiness. The Papess stormed off in a huff, likely to do just that. 

Nov 13th, 33rd YRHB Anabeth Titania

I have devised a new method to raise the virility of males by increasing their masculine energy, thereby proving all of my theories about the existence of masculine energy to be correct. With the resources of the crown, my research can make bold strides faster than ever before. Chief among these resources are an unlimited supply of males and commoners to experiment on. I am also granted virtually unlimited access to the Royal Treasury, which is important considering the nature of my new method. 

This method involves injecting Feminine Power directly into the body of a male. With luck, the male body is able to absorb the power and convert it to masculine energy. Of course, it doesn't always work. The first two attempts to raise masculine energy with this method merely resulted in dead, malformed male corpses. However, on the third attempt, the subject survived. Henceforth I will refer to him as Subject 01.

I was observing the procedure closely at the time, and I thought perhaps I saw slight physical changes to the male's body as well. I think he grew approximately three inches in height and one inch in phallic length. I wish I had remembered to take his measurements before the procedure.

In any case, I will begin testing his virility within the next couple of days. In order to do so, I have set up an experiment. I will allow Subject 01 to copulate with a hundred or so common women who I have organized into three classes based on their expected fertility: 

Class One women are young, healthy, and in their prime, with no defects or injuries. I anticipate that these will be the most fertile. 

The Class Two women are older, aged 40 to 50. It should be noted that common women (unlike Ladies of Bosom), experience a sharp decline in fertility after the age of 35. Thus, it is relatively unlikely that these women would become pregnant under ordinary circumstances. 

The third and final class (Class 03) is made up of women that, due to injury, defect, or miscarriage, have been rendered completely barren. Under ordinary circumstances, none of these women could possibly conceive. If Subject 01 manages to impregnate even a small percentage of this class, I will be able to report success to Her Bustiness. 

It will take time for Subject 01 to complete his tests. It will be further weeks until the results become apparent. 

Nov 14th 33rd YRHB Anabeth Titania

Today I began the tests, allowing Subject 01 to copulate with the first batch of women, all Class One. Subject 01 appeared eager to rut with any and all women in his vicinity, and I must say I am optimistic. He tore through the first ten test subjects over a period of about six hours, ejaculating deep within each without ever running dry. I measured his semen output per ejaculation: just over two cups (1/4 of a pint) on average. 

For the most part, my female subjects reacted to Subject 01 with intense arousal and participated in the test eagerly. I cannot entirely blame them, as I too found the sight of Subject 01 nailing cunt after cunt with his giant cock and filling them all with sperm to be intensely erotic. I am ashamed to admit, that I gave into temptation and masturbated. I even briefly considered having a private session with Subject 01 myself. But no, the Queen expects results as soon as possible, and I cannot waste time wiling away my days in cock-thrall. 

Dec 12th 33rd YRHB Anabeth Titania

By now the results of my first round of tests has become apparent. Subject 01 succeeded in impregnating 90% of group one and 60% of group two; outstanding results that prove my theories definitively. Unfortunately, he was unable to successfully inseminate any members of group three. 

This does not necessarily mean failure. It may be that Subject 01 simply isn't powerful enough. I have already begun the attempt to create an even more virile male by injecting more than double the amount of power. I have been through five subjects, none survived. 

As for Subject 01, I was going to dispose of him, but I received a request from the Duchess Matrona Maternia, a friend of the Queen, to purchase him. Apparently she too is having some problems conceiving. I wish her the best. Either way, 01 is now out of my hands. 

Dec 27th 33rd YRHB Anabeth Titania

After nearly a thousand failed injection attempts, I was nearly ready to give up. However, thank the Goddess, a male has at last survived the process. And just in the nick of time, too, as the Queen has grown weary of my research's high Feminine Power cost. 

I am puzzled as to why this one survived when the others (most of whom were stronger and more virile) died so pathetically. Prior to the injection, the male I now call Subject 02 was diminutive and barely noticeable. He stood a mere 5'3" with scrawny limbs and a mere five inch penis. However, the transformation of 02 was far more dramatic than that of 01. He grew an even two feet in height with a massive increase in musculature. Most stunning of all, his cock nearly tripled in length and width, becoming an incredible 14.4" long by 7" circumference! 

In addition, his tongue (which had been severed before as is the custom in the Capital) was somehow restored and he can now speak. 

Every time I look at him, I feel a tiny thrill of fear. This is a creature who can and will utterly destroy any woman he touches. He is not a mere male. He is a kind of... Ultramale. We will have to dispose of him once his purpose is complete. 

Dec 29th 33rd YRHB Anabeth Titania

Subject 02 is truly astounding. Over the course of a mere two days, he has successfully copulated with his entire test group of 100 women. I watched the entire time, and as such I have not slept in over 48 hours. My panties are utterly ruined. 

Subject 02 does not merely fuck his sex partners. He dominates them. He makes them kneel, slaps their faces with his giant cock and forces them to suck his balls before pounding their pussies harder than a smith in a forge. Then he blasts his seed (twice as much as Subject 01, and also much thicker) up their twats and all over their faces and chests. 

Several times, he came toward me, the lust in his eyes making his intentions perfectly clear. I stopped him each time with a wall of air created by my Feminine Power. I could not help but fantasize about what would happen if I let my defenses slip...

January 1st, 34th YRHB Anabeth Titania

I am still waiting for the results of Subject 02's virility tests. However I have noticed something interesting. The women who have copulated with Subject 02 appear for all the world to be in cock-thrall to him. Ordinarily, only Ladies of Bosom experience cock-thrall. 

My theory at the moment is that Subject 02 possesses so much masculine energy that even the mere vestiges of Feminine Power that remain in common women are enslaved by him. It will be interesting to see how long this enthrallment lasts. 

January 21st, 34th YRHB Anabeth Titania

Disturbing rumors of rebellion in the countryside have reached the capital. Surprisingly, the revolt is not being led by some over-mighty Duchess, but rather an unknown Lady of Busom with jet-black skin. I have heard that such people populate the deserts south of the kingdom's border, but I cannot imagine what one of them would be doing here, leading a revolt of all things. 

When I reported to the Queen, she enquired if it might be possible to use Subject 02 as a weapon against the rebels. I replied, tentatively, in the affirmative. The trouble would be to find a way to control him. Thrall collars do not seem to work on him at all. 

February 3rd, 34th YRHB Anabeth Titania

The results are in. The test subjects are all pregnant. All of them. One hundred percent of every category. Additionally, every one of them remains in Subject 02's thrall, even the ones he hasn't copulated with for over a month. It's highly uncommon for cock-thrall to last longer than 24 hours. As such, I have to consider the possibility that they may remain in an enthralled state indefinitely. 

Nevertheless, this is great news! My experiment proved to be a success. Obviously I cannot advise the Queen to lay with Subject 02, but copulation is not strictly necessary for insemination to occur. I need only harvest some of 02's semen, and the Queen will have her heir. Then I will bend my efforts to find a way to control 02 so as to weaponize him. 

February 4th, 34th YRHB Anabeth Titania

An incredible series of events occurred today, which I will attempt to narrate in all its arousing detail. 

At about 11:00 in the morning I heard a knock on the door to my laboratory. I opened it to find- to my utmost shock- the Queen herself standing in the corridor in naught but her undergarments. It is difficult, when in Her Bustiness' presence, not to feel decidedly inferior. Her skin is flawless, her demeanor regal, and her Bosom mind-bogglingly enormous. And here, in the door of my laboratory, the Royal Bust was bursting from a bra ten sizes too small as Anabeth Titania leaned against the doorframe. I felt myself moisten. 

"I've come to get pregnant," she stated casually. "Where is this Ultramale you keep telling me about?"

"Your Bustiness!" I replied, almost frantic. "There is no need for you to personally-"

She silenced me with a frosty glare. "I got your report yesterday, Bethasuse. I admit, I'm disappointed that I can't actually have sex with the so called Ultramale. But, if I'm going to use his sperm to get pregnant, then I want to at least extract it from him myself."

Well, that was surprising. I complied with the Queen's request and led her to the cell in which I keep Subject 02. As usual, he leaped at me, but I easily restrained him with Feminine Power, pinning him against the wall with his arms restrained above his head. I then beckoned to the Queen that it was safe to enter. 

As soon as 02 laid eyes on Her Bustiness, his colossal cock sprang to erection with lightning speed. His rippling muscles strained against his bonds, a desperate need to violate and defile clear upon his face. 

Her Bustiness emitted a small gasp as she beheld 02 for the first time. She stalked toward him like a cat, reaching out to caress his collar bone, running her hand down his perfectly muscular body to lightly touch the base of his hard malehood. "You are the finest piece of stud meat I've ever seen," she purred. She turned to me. "What is his number?"

"I call him Subject 02," I replied. 

"No," he said. My jaw dropped.

Her Bustiness turned back to him. "No?" she asked. "Are you not subject 02?"

"I should be named, not numbered."

"But you are male." She looked downward, wiping drool from the corner of her mouth. "Very, very male."

"I am not like other males," he replied. "Those other women, the ones I knocked up, all said so. Give me a name."

The Queen considered for a moment. Then she reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra. It fell to the floor, allowing her bountiful Bosom to bounce free. "Tell me," she asked Subject 02, "Do you like my tits?" 

He only grunted in reply. 

Then Her Bustiness did something I will remember for the rest of my days. She put both her hands on the back of her head and shook her chest from side to side. Her mountains of jiggling flesh bounced in the most beautiful, lewd, and hot demonstration of superior femininity that I have ever seen. 02 struggled against his bonds with all his might, howling with lust as the Queen laughed in delight. 

"I'll take that as a yes," she cooed. She strode up to him, turning around and grinding her big ass into his leg, cupping one of his grapefruit-sized testicles in one palm. "I became Queen when I was only seven years old," she continued. "Thus, I inherited the Royal Bust many years before I was old enough to completely compress it. They were so huge, I used to have to carry them around in a little cart." She giggled. 

She took his cock firmly in both hands, which began to glow as she channeled Feminine Power into them, a common magical handjob technique. However, her hands continued to glow brighter and brighter until they shined nearly like the sun, so much Feminine Power was being used. A normal male would have instantly reached climax at the lightest touch. 02 is made of sterner stuff of course. He barely reacted. 

"Do you know how a cart works, male?"

He didn't reply. 

"It has a bed for storing the things you want to move. It has two handles to grip," she tightened her hold around his cock, making him moan. "And two wheels so that it can be moved around. Most importantly, there is a long, rigid shaft that connects the two wheels, around which they turn." At the word 'turn', she rotated her hands around his shaft in opposite directions, giving him a corkscrew handjob of epic proportions. "That shaft is called the axil," she purred. "If the axil is strong, the cart is strong. If the axil is weak, the cart is weak."

While this was going on, I was beginning to fidget. I could barely contain the desire to touch myself at the sight of this clash of sexual titans. Her Bustiness noticed this, and, with a grin, told me, "Feel free to rub one out, Bethasuse. I won't judge you."

So I did. As the Queen continued to pleasure 02 with her hands, I sat down on the floor, spread my legs, hiked up my skirts, and proceeded to frig the everloving shit out of my pussy. 

"I often wish that I could carry the troubles of my kingdom around in a little cart, the way I did with my Bosom when I was a child," Her Bustiness continued to muse. "My plans could be my wheels, my subjects the bed, my power the handles. All I need is a big, rigid shaft to be my axil." She bit his earlobe, purring softly. "Cum for me... Axil."

With a roar, Axil exploded into orgasm, great gouts of pearly white goo so thick you could have chewed them burst from the tip of his cock... flying straight toward my face. 

Just before the moment of impact, the gallon-gob of spunk stopped, suspended in midair. The other shots of semen also stopped in midair, caught by what I realized was the Queen's own Feminine Power. She gestured, gathering the cum into a solid sphere larger in circumference than even one of Her Bustiness's magnificent boobs. The glistening white orb hung between us for a few moments, eerily reflecting the light. 

Then the Queen squatted down, spreading her legs, pulling her panties to the side and parting the lips of her womanhood lewdly with her fingers. A stream of semen erupted from the sphere, flowing endlessly into her parted pussy, until at last every drop of cum had disappeared up into her Bustiness. Not even a drop remained. 




Axina and Burk Ch. 12



The male formally known as Subject 02 slumped in his bonds, groaning as if all the energy had been sucked from his body. 

The Queen stood. "So," she asked again, "do you like my tits?"

He nodded. 

"Do you want to touch them?"

He nodded again. 

"If you're sperm manages to make me pregnant, I will consider letting you touch them."

Then she turned on her heal and walked out of my laboratory, leaving her bra on the floor. 

February 5th, 34th YRHB Anabeth Titania

Since Axil has already been used for his primary purpose, I have begun research on how it might be possible to control him. I have a few theories. The most obvious idea would be to simply build a better thrall-collar, but that won't work. Thrall-collars work by using Feminine Power to interject into the subject's nervous system. If normal collars don't work on Axil, simply throwing more power at him won't solve the issue, since- as my theory proved- Feminine Power is subordinate to masculine energy. 

Perhaps some kind of Feminine spell could be cast onto his brain in order to compel him to obey the caster's commands. This is sound in theory, but the spell involved would have to be ludicrously complex. The human brain (even the male brain) is so incredibly complicated, that would take a thousand years to formulate a spell that would interface with it directly. 

A more practical approach, in my mind, would be to simply condition him to obey with rewards and punishment. Beatings could be administered when he does not comply with orders in a timely manner. Then, when he does obey, we could allow him access to some fresh commoners for him to break and impregnate. The only downside to this method is that it probably will take a great deal of time to enforce within his psychology that he is to obey his betters. Thus, I will begin immediately. 

February 6th, 34th YRHB Anabeth Titania

The training of Axil is not progressing as well as hoped. Not only has he utterly refused to obey my commands, he still attempts to attack me at every opportunity. Since the Queen's visit two days ago, Axil has been highly agitated, masturbating constantly, and responds to my commands only with blind rage. 

I administer pain, of course, in order to attempt to condition him to obey, but it isn't working. So far I have tried blunt force attacks against his back, legs, and chest in a manner similar to a caning. I have also attempted sharp-force trauma, although I have been very careful as to the location and the depth of the cuts I inflict. It wouldn't do to cripple him, or worse yet damage his valuable cock. I have created flame that simulates the sensation of burning alive and completely engulfed him. He screams and roars in pain, but even still, he will not follow even the most basic of my orders. 

His stoicism and strength of will only make him the more attractive. I can tell by the look in his eyes that he is imagining all the things he would do to me if only he could get his hands on me.

I stay up nights, stroking my pussy, imagining the same. 

February 8th, 1rst day of my new life

The inevitable has occurred. I have fallen. 

As I entered Axil's cell in order to begin the third day of training I was too slow to restrain him and he pounced upon me. If I am being honest with myself, I probably could have used Feminine Power to push him off of me while he was busy tearing off my clothes and pushing back one of my legs, but in truth, I wanted it. I have always wanted it from the moment I first laid eyes on him.

He pushed himself into me in one brutal thrust, stretching my tight cunt around his massive rod without mercy, and with that, the proud Countess Melynda Bethasuse ceased to be. My very soul has been transformed into a fuck-sleeve for Axil, my mind devoted to perfecting the art of pleasing him. All the things I cared about, my social standing, my research, my Feminine Power, all rendered meaningless in a single instant as that massive fuck stick plowed up to my cervix. 

For a moment, a glorious moment, my new master held me, pinned to the floor with his cock buried deep inside me. Then he pulled his massive malehood back out, holding it in all in its glistening magnificence above me. I could feel his authority emanating from the cock, my body instinctively submitting to its power. 

Then he began to beat me with it. He stuck my face, my bosom, my belly, my legs, my pussy, my ass with his mighty rod over and over. Due to his cock's immense weight and size, this cock-beating was actually quite painful. I took it submissively, knowing that this pain was only a tiny fraction of the torture I had inflicted on Axil over the past two days. I knew that I was now his, and that it was his right to inflict any punishment upon me that he chose. 

After my master judged me sufficiently chastised, he parted my legs and penetrated me again. This time, he fucked me in earnest. I will not attempt to describe this act of copulation in detail as words would utterly fail to convey the power of it. Besides, the rapid-fire of orgasms I experienced rendered my memory of the details less than complete. 

I do remember, just before he emptied his balls deep inside me, he said to me, "Have my babies, bitch."

I intend to do just that. Doubtless I am already pregnant. 

I intend to find a way to smuggle Axil from the palace and the capital. We can find a place in the country, and I can spend the rest of my life having his babies like the bitch I am. Of course, I have no illusions- he would never be satisfied with just me. But as long as I can see, touch, and taste his cock, and bear his children, I don't care. 

February 18th, 10th day of my new life

My plan failed. I have spent the last eight days confined in a cell deep within the dungeons so that my part in the Ultramale Debacle would not be made public. Thankfully, though, Axil has escaped. . Each day, I rub myself raw thinking about him. I fear that soon the lust will drive me insane.

Unfortunatly it is unlikely that my Master and I will ever be reunited. The part of my brain that is still logical understands that Axil is not invincible, that he can be killed like any other man, and that the resources the Queen possesses to hunt him down are practically endless. I am told that once his death is confirmed, they will allow me to live in exile in a keep in the country.

At least I still have his child growing within me. Since I am still able to use Feminine Power, I know that she is a girl. I am going to have a daughter! I want to name her after her sire, so that she will be a tribute to his magnificence. Axila, perhaps? No, that sounds stupid. I will keep thinking. 

-End

---

Burk

Burk eyed the surface of the water carefully. The bait on the end of his line was barely visible below the water's surface. The journey toward the territory currently occupied by Duchess Jea Dikei had run long, and between Mirah's servants, plus Mirah, Xencina, Shina and Burk, supplies were running low. It would be good to catch a fish or two for tonight's dinner. 

Shina was back at the small camp they had set up for the evening. The leader of the Phallic Cult hadn't been quite the same since Burk had fucked her for 72 straight hours at full strength. She would eat and drink and suck if you put food or water or cock in front of her, and she followed Burk wherever he went. But she never spoke. She had a far off look in her eyes, as if she was in some sort of trance. 

"I still think this is a stupid way to catch fish," Mirah pouted. The buxom phallic cultist lounged naked on the riverbank, her dress, soaked through, drying on the stone beside her. 

"You could always try using Feminine Power again," Burk replied. "Maybe this time you won't dump half the river all over yourself." 

"Well it's not all bad. At least I get to show off my naked body to the eyes of my King."

A strangled choke sounded from Burk's lap. Xencina slowly pulled her mouth up off of Burk's cock, coughing and sputtering. She glared at Mirah vehemently. "Don't even dare. This is my time to suck, Goddess damn you!"

"Yes, and you've only got twenty minutes left," Burk reminded her. "Better get to sucking, bitch."

"You don't have to tell me that," she muttered angrily. Then she opened her mouth wide and plunged her face down on his massive prong with reckless abandon, headless of her own gag reflex in her desperation to get him off. 

"URK GURK BURK BURK!"

He couldn't quite suppress a smirk. It felt so good to watch a woman humiliate herself to please him. All because she wanted his babies. 

About ten minutes later, Burk managed to hook a fish. It wasn't a particularly big one, but it would taste good. 

Then, surprisingly, he felt pressure building at the base of his cock. He set down his fishing rod and grasped Xencina's head, pulling her forcibly off of his dick. 

"B-but I still have ten-" her sputtered protests cut off as the first gob of semen blasted into her eye. 

The former Papess recoiled in shock, her mouth falling open. Burk adjusted his aim, blowing a wad right into the back of her throat. After that, he painted the rest of her face in a thick coat of spunk, then shot the final spurts onto the top of her naked breasts. 

For a moment, Xencina knelt, motionless on the ground before Burk, breathing heavily. "So much," she panted, squeezing her nipples. "Oh goddess, there's so much of it. I..." She stood, wiping cum out of her eyes. "I have done as you asked. Now, as you promised, I demand that you impregnate me!"

"Fine," said Burk. 

Xencina gazed at him for a few seconds. "Well?" She asked. "Hurry up and get on your back so I can mount you."

"I don't think so. If you want to get bred, then get down on your hands and knees like the bitch you are."

"I... But the indignity!" She protested. 

What does a whore with cum all over her face have to say about indignity?" countered Burk. "Hands and knees. Now."

She bit her lip. "Alright." She assumed the position, even going so far as to arch her back and sway her big ass invitingly. 

He moved up behind her, seizing her hair and pulling her head back as he lined up his cock with her sodden twat. Without further ado, he plunged his hips forward in a violent, brutal thrust. Xencina cried out in pain, then moaned in abject pleasure as her pussy spasmed against the hard, unyielding cock she had so long been denied.

"OH GODDESS!" she screamed.

Mirah strode over, gazing down at her mother with a satisfied smile. "There is no Goddess," she said. "That thing inside of you, that masterful rod of masculine flesh that is going to make you a mother again, THAT is the only true god."

"Mirah," grunted Burk, "Shut the fuck up and suck my balls."

"Yes your majesty," she said, and promptly bent to her task. He sighed with pleasure as he felt his left nut engulfed by her hot mouth. 

He returned his attention to the older of the two women, who was still quivering in mixed pleasure and pain. He withdrew his shaft, then plunged in again as if he was trying to batter down her cervix. 

Xencina's arms gave way on the third thrust and her upper body thudded to the ground, cushioned by her sizable bosom, witch rapidly expanded as she lost the presence of mind to maintain compression. Burk set one of his feet atop her head, smirking. She probably would have been humiliated if she could spare space in her brain for anything other than overwhelming orgasmic pleasure. Then he began to drill her in earnest. 

Mirah sucked and slurped wildly at his balls and the underside of his shaft, sparing a lick for her mother's pussy every so often. Periodically she was bathed in her mother's squirting juices as the older woman hit a particularly strong orgasmic high. Mirah's fingers were busy at her own clit. Exulting in the power of her masculine master, it didn't take her long to bring herself off. 

At last Burk felt his balls tight tighten. He pulled Xencina up by the hair so that her back rested against his chest. With his other hand, he reached around to roughly squeeze her left tit. He bent his head to whisper in her ear. "I'm gonna knock you up, bitch."

"Yes!" she gasped breathlessly. "Use me to make your young! Make me carry them! BREED MEEEE!"

With one, final thrust, Burk began to empty his nuts into the former Papess of the the Most Nurturing and Feminine Church of Womanhood, turning her into his breeding cow. Kneeling before him, Mirah watched with a mix of awe, lust, and jealousy as her mother was impregnated inches away from her face.

At last, the endless deluge of semen pouring into Xencina subsided, and Burk released her hair, allowing her to slide off his softening cock onto the ground, still shivering in pleasure as cum oozed from her gaping pussy. 

Burk picked up his fishing rod, cast his line into the river, and sighed in satisfaction. It had been too long since he had bred a bitch. Mirah settled onto her knees in front of him, diligently cleaning his cock with her mouth. 

"I hope you're having fun," said the disembodied voice of Vessala, the Black Witch. "But don't forget you have a mission." 

"I know," Burk muttered. "We'll make it to Jea Dikei's camp before noon tomorrow."

"Good," the voice purred. "I just can't wait to make you my pawn." She laughed, the taunt accompanied by the phantom softness of her breasts against his back. 

"I can't wait to make you my cock socket," Burk replied. Gazing at the river. "Maybe I'll even breed you, too."



Axina and Burk Ch. 13



Burk

"Oh YES! FUCK MEEEE!" screamed Lady Neris Ara as Burk idly pounded her pussy. "Your cock is the... the greatest thing I ever... OH, fuck, I'm CUMMING AGAIIINNNN!"

The Lady Neris was a small time Lady of Busom with a fairly small Bust. She wouldn't have been worth Burk's time, except that her castle was right in the path of Jea Dikei's advancing army. Burk redoubled his efforts, focusing on fucking her into unconsciousness. That way he wouldn't have to listen to her caterwauling. 

Not that any woman's cries of pleasure and pledges of servitude were ever unpleasant. It was just that Burk's mind was occupied. He had no time today to think of anything but his quarry, the Field Marshal and Duchess, Jea Dikei, bearer of the Seal of Courage. 

It only took a few minutes to fuck out Neris. He left her on the floor of the castle's anteroom and climbed the steps up to the castle wall where Xencina was waiting, looking out in the direction Dikei's army would come from. 

"Remember to stick to the plan," Burk told her.

The former Papess nodded. "I will. I am not looking forward to letting that creature push that blasphemous construct of hers into me. That any Lady of Bosom would even think to create such a thing out of sacred Feminine Power boggles the mind. But, I would do anything for your cock. And also for your daughter." She cupped her belly lovingly. Xencina wasn't showing yet, but she was pregnant with Burk's child. A daughter, she claimed. According to her, if it had been a boy she would have been unable to wield feminine power. 

Xencina looked up at the sky. "We should finish this as quickly as we can, though. It looks like a storm is brewing."

Burk nodded, then went back down to the courtyard, concealing himself behind a statue. The phantom softness of the breasts of a woman who was not there pressed against his shoulder as the disembodied voice of Vessala, the Black Witch, breathily spoke in his ears. "Remember, to break the Seal of Courage, you have to rape her ass."

"I haven't forgotten," Burk replied.

"Good," Vessala cooed. "You should hit her on the back of the head, then rape her while she's unconscious."

"What? Why would I do that?"

Her disembodied voice took on a tone of asperity. "Because she can't consent to sex if she's unconscious, fool! If she is awake when you do the deed she can ruin everything with three simple words: 'fuck my ass'. The methodology for creating the Seal of Courage is very precise. Consensual anal sex can't break it. Only anal rape."

"That's a risk we'll have to take," Burk said firmly. 

"Oh? A surprising qualm for one who can rape without a care."

Burk shook his head. "When I fuck a bitch, I want her to know she's being fucked."

The conversation lapsed into silence as they waited for Jea Dikei's forces to arrive. Burk went over the plan again in his head. It was a simple plan. Xencina would pose as Lady Neris Ara, the owner of this castle. When Jea's army attacked the castle, she would feign surrender. When Jea inevitably began to sodomize her, Mirah would pounce from hiding, using her feminine power to sweep aside Jea's subordinates. After that, Burk would rush in from behind, subdue Jea before she could react, and rape her ass. It should work, given that Dikei never had any other Ladies of Bosom in her retinue. 

He didn't have long to wait. Bare minutes after he had settled into his hiding place, the thick iron-bound wooden gate exploded inward, sending splinters flying through the courtyard. A woman stood in the shattered gateway, fist extended. 

She was more heavily muscled than any woman Burk had ever seen, but not so much so that she appeared unfeminine. Her body looked toned and hard, apparat from the massive, incongruously soft pillows of titflesh spilling around the tight, thin band she wore over her chest. Around her broad hips she wore a pink skirt that ended well above the middle point of her strong, toned thighs. 

Behind her were ten bosomless common women, dressed similarly to their liege except that a large dildo of polished wood jutted out from under their short pink skirts.

"I," proclaimed the Lady of Bosom who had punched down the gates, "Am Jea Dikei. All Ladies of Bosom within this castle are to surrender to me immediately or face the consequences." The commoners behind her, members of her so-called "Strap-on Corps" sneered and rubbed their dildos with their hands, as if they were actual cocks. 

Xencina rushed into the courtyard, playing her part. "I am Lady Neris Ara, Lady of this castle," she called hurriedly. She knelt and kissed the ground at Dikei's feet. "I surrender both the castle and myself to you, Lady Jea. Please deal with me mercifully." She bowed her head in submission. 

"Hmm," Dikei considered. "I guess I could show a little mercy. Are you the only Lady in this castle, Neris?"

"Yes, my Lady Jea," Xencina said submissively. 

"Strange. My scouts told me a band of women were traveling toward this castle at great speed. A band with at least three Ladies of Bosom, and all busty at that. Three Ladies of some snuff, all travelling together way out here in the boonies. Weird, huh?"

Xencina paled. "I know nothing of that," she said worriedly.

"Really? And tell me, 'Neris', did you really think I wouldn't recognize you?" 

Xencina paled.

She laughed. "Well, it was a while ago, and I was... a bit less busty back then. Can't say I blame ya for not noticing a commoner girl. Now then..." She firmly planted a booted foot on the back of Xencina's head. "Where the others and what are you planning, Papess?" 

Burk's mind raced as he tried to think of a backup plan. Assuming Jea was at least as strong as Shina, there was little chance he would be able to subdue her with her soldiers getting in his way. Just as he was about to try anyway, Mirah burst from hiding.

"I am here, blasphemer!" She shouted, gesturing aggressively. A wave of feminine power smashed into Dikei and her subordinates. The marshal barely budged, though her massive mammaries jiggled impressively. The strap-on corps, however, were sent flying. 

"Is that the best you can do?" Jea sneered. She gestured contemptuously, and this time it was Mirah who was sent flying. 

Seizing the opportunity, Burk rose from hiding, dashing straight at his busty target. He focused masculine energy into his fist and threw all his strength into a single punch aimed at her face. Jea was plainly shocked to see a male of all things rushing at her, but she wasn't too surprised to raise her arms to block his strike. 

Even so, the blow knocked her head over heels and out the shattered gates of the castle. Burk rushed after her, only to find her on her feet, in a combat ready stance. 

"Never heard of a male packing a punch like that," She spat. "Didn't use enough power to enhance my arms. It won't happen again. Prepare to get your ass beat, little male."

"Prepare to get your ass raped little girl," Burk retorted.

Jea snorted and rushed at him, launching a series of lighting fast, iron hard blows. Her speed and power were nothing short of incredible, better than Shina Tuo at her best. Even so, Burk managed to block most of her attacks, though she landed a hit on his shoulder that stung like hell. He lashed out, counter attacking with every ounce of skill and speed he could manage, but she eluded him easily, and only quick feet saved him from getting his kneecap kicked in by her counter-counter. 

For the next hour they fought, and Jea clearly had the upper hand. She occasionally landed punishing blows on him, while he was unable to so much as touch her. 

At some point, it started to rain. The dirt under their feet was quickly churned into mud as they clashed over and over again. The sight of rainwater running down the sumptuous curves and dripping off Jea's massive rack fueled Burk's lust, making him more powerful.

In the next exchange of blows he took a solid crack across the face, but managed to get a hold on her arm. She brought her other hand crashing down on his arm to try and break his hold, but he held on, heaving her with all his strength into a nearby tree. The tree broke in half, but Jea Dikei climbed to her feet, completely unhurt. 

She rolled her neck, cracking it. Then she punched the stump of the tree she had just broken in half. It exploded, splinters flying everywhere. She roared in rage, rushing at him again, this time even faster and stronger than before. She struck like lightning at his head, his chest, his arms and legs. Then she feinted a blow at his side. As he moved to block the blow, she drove her knee up into his groin.

As he gasped and stumbled, she drew back, preparing a finishing blow. But she had miscalculated, expecting that a knee to the nuts would incapacitate Burk. Burk's groin was the epicenter of his masculine energy, and that protected him somewhat from the knee kick that would have otherwise torn him in half vertically. It still hurt though, hurt like holy hell, but it was pain he could work through. Before she could land her attack, he struck out, aiming at her ribs.

Time seemed to slow down as Burk's fist flew toward Jea's body. He saw her eyes widen slightly in surprise. But even in this compromising situation, she managed to react, dodging sideways. However, she was not able to completely avoid the attack. Since she was standing side-on to him, as she dodged backward, his fist smashed into her left breast. Burk felt his fist sinking into the warm, hot flesh for an instant before it snapped away with the force of his blow, slapping into her right breast like an obscene, fleshy newton's cradle. The tight band of leather that barely concealed her nipples broke with an audible snap, allowing her bust to bounce free. Her titanic tits continued to jiggle lewdly for the better part of ten seconds from the force of the tit-punch.

For a moment, Jea just stood there, silent. Then she threw back her head and laughed, laughed hysterically. Burk gave her space, letting her laugh until she lapsed back into silence. She shook her head. "I admired your gumption, tryin' to take me on all by yourself. That's why I've been fighting ya fair." She spat. "But now I see that yer actually dangerous. Bet yer connected to the Witch somehow, am I right? Doesn't matter I guess. I'm gonna break ya. Sorry." 

She held out a hand, and a giant, glittering purple battleax materialized above her palm. 

"Bring everything you've got," Burk sneered. 

For another hour they fought in the rain and mud. The wind picked up, driving the falling droplets around them in flurries. This time Burk was entirely on the defensive. He had no intention of finding out what that axe did to its retched victims. 

Unfortunately for him, it was only a matter of time. He was too slow to dodge a kick, he stumbled, and the axe fell, passing through him diagonally from neck to waist. It didn't cut him, it just passed right through him as if it was completely insubstantial. For a moment, he felt nothing. 

And then, fear. Chittering, screeching terror assaulted his mind, freezing every thought. His cock, which had been semi erect throughout the fight, went completely soft. The strength went out of his limbs and he fell to his knees. He looked at his hands and saw them shaking. What was happening to him? 

*Clink*

Was that the sound of chains rattling, just beyond the verge of his hearing? He turned his head frantically, searching. He saw nothing but Jea, dismissing her Terroraxe. But he was sure there was something behind him, something horrible, something that would put him in chains forever. He could almost see it, in the corner of his eye. 

Then he felt Jea's hand, cupping his chin, pulling his face up to meet her eyes. Her face was flushed and she was grinning in triumph. "Ain't had that much fun in a while, boy. But its over. Promise to be my pet from now on and I'll spare ya any more pain."

"Fuck... you..." Burk responded, his voice sounding weak and fearful in his own ears. 

"Well I'll be," Jea chuckled. "Never met anyone who didn't break in one swing of my Terroraxe. Well, if my second best weapon isn't good enough, I'll just use my first best." She pulled down her skirt, tossing it aside to reveal her dripping pussy, topped by a strip of close-cropped pubic hair. Her twat looked incredibly tight. She put both hands over her clit like she was holding a strap-on. "I usually only use this on Ladies of Bosom," she snickered, "But I'll make a special exception for you. When I'm done, you'll be crying and begging me to make you my pet." She threw back her head and laughed. 

In that moment, Burk looked up at her body, glistening with sweat and rainwater, chest heaving, giant tits smooched together by her muscular arms as she held her hands near her pussy. With that image, a tiny spark of lust was struck in the ocean of fear that controlled his mind. 

In an instant, the lust surged into a wildfire, burning away the fear. Strength returned to his limbs, his cock instantly became rock hard, and the resolution to ruin this bitch's asshole returned firmly to his mind. Gathering all his masculine energy into his fist he struck with a vicious uppercut - right into Dikei's sopping twat. His fist collided with a wet *SPLAT*

Jea's laughter cut off and eyes bulged. She opened her mouth, but all that came out was a low whine. Then she collapsed onto her face into the mud. 

Burk pulled her ass up into the air, setting her on her knees bent over with her ass up. Her enormous flesh pillows rested on the ground, keeping her face out of the mud. He pulled down his pants and ran his rock hard fifteen inches up and down the crack of her muscular ass.

"W-wait!" Jea gasped. "N-not my ass. Please. I'll... I'll suck your cock. I'll suck it every day! Just please, not my ass. If the seal breaks, she will... she..." she sobbed.

"You should be less worried about some bitch, and more worried about what my cock is about to do to your asshole," Burk replied. He pulled her asscheaks apart and saw a small, blue rune about the pucker of her rosebud. The seal of courage, he presumed. 

"My pussy!" Jea sobbed desperately. "I hate vaginal sex but if you want you can use my pussy. Please, just please spare my asshole!"

"No." 

Burk smashed his hips forward, reaming his cock through Jea's sphincter deep into her ass. She screamed a pathetic, keening wail of defeat as Burk's balls slapped against her twat. As he pulled out her asshole clung to his cock. It almost looked like she was about to be pulled inside out.

As his second thrust bottomed out in the once-mighty bitch's backdoor, Burk mused that her ass wasn't as tight as he had expected. She definitely wasn't an anal virgin, that was for certain. That was probably a good thing, though, since it meant he could fit into her rear without tearing her open. 

On the third gut-pounding thrust, he felt warm liquid bathe his nutsack, sharply contrasting with the cold rain. He leaned over the defeated bitch, pulling her head up by the hair. "You're loving this, aren't you slut?"

"I'm supposed to be the fucker." Jea whimpered. "The fucker. I'm not a rape slut anymore. I'm not!"

"Bitch, you just came from my cock raping your asshole."

Jea began to cry.

Burk sighed. The sight of her was so pathetic that he almost felt sort of bad. But then again, she would have done the same to him. He hardened his heart and settled into a rhythm, pounding her without mercy, making her beg, scream, cry, and cum all over again. 

Finally, the hot tightness of her ass brought him to his peek. He slammed his whole body into her, pounding her down into the mud as his balls boiled. Spunk blasted forth, pouring through his cock deep into her intestines. "Yes!" he crowed. "Take my cum up your gaping asshole, you fucking bitch!" He wasn't sure what felt better, the sex or the victory. 

At last he wrenched his cock free from her utterly ruined ass, leaving her twitching, cum pouring from her over-used hole. His job was done, and he had to piss. He turned to leave, but felt her hand clutching at his ankle.

"Wait," Jea coughed, voice hoarse. "You have to protect me. You raped my ass, so now you have to protect me from her. That's how it works, isn't it?" She looked up at him, pleading.

"Only if you're my bitch," Burk said with a wicked grin.

Jea lowered her face and kissed his foot. "Then I am your bitch, Master. Just, please... don't let her have me. She can do things to me that-"

She cut off as Burk rolled her onto her back with his foot. Then he pissed on her. She closed her eyes, face disgusted but submissive as his piss poured over her face, hair, and tits. The golden shower was quickly washed away by the rain, but the humiliation was not lost on her.

Burk sighed in relief. He had needed to piss for at least half the fight, but when he started to fuck her he completely forgot about it. "Got any complaints, bitch?" he asked the wet, well fucked and pissed-stained Field Marshal.

"No, Master," she replied. 

"Good. Now lets head back to the castle and see how my other bitches are doing with your Strap-On Corps."

Axina

When Axina entered the royal palace she quickly found herself in the throne room. She had expected the royal chamber to be further within, and in truth, it was smaller than she had imagined. 

Anabeth Titania, Queen of All Women, sat upon her throne while viciously thrusting the wrist-thick piece of polished wood known as the Staff of Punishment into the asshole of a Lady of Bosom who was prostrate before her. Judging by her Bosom, the woman was a Duchess, and a not insignificant one. "I'm sorry, my Queen," she cried as the wooden invader stretched her back door. "I'm sorry! I will never call you cruel and arbitrary ever again, I swear! Just please stop!"

"Hmm? Oh, I'm not doing this because you said that I am cruel and arbitrary," the Queen said idly. 

"Then why? Goddess, why?" the duchess moaned in pain.

The Queen smiled wickedly. "Because I am cruel and arbitrary." She looked up.

"Ah! Axina Bethasuse at last." She looked back down at the unnamed duchess. "Looks like I havn't got any more time for you today Endata. You can entertain my royal studs for a few days and then leave when they get bored of you."

She wrenched the Staff of Punishment from Endata's ass and strode toward Axina. Axina curtsied deeply. "Your Bustiness," she intoned. As she came up from her curtsy, she found the Staff of Punishment inches away from her lips. The smell of Endata's ass radiated from the thing. She flinched. 

"Kiss it," the Queen commanded.

"I-" Axina started to protest, but she thought better of it. The Queen was notoriously quick to anger and harsh on any who disobeyed or questioned her orders. She braced herself, then quickly pressed her lips against the tip of the staff, pulling away just as quickly. She hoped that would be enough to satisfy Her Royal Bustiness. 

She did not expect the Queen to break out in a fit of giggles. "I... I can't believe you actually did that." 

Axina felt her face heat in embarrassment and anger. "Why have you summoned me today, Your Bustiness?"

"You have succeeded in putting a male in thrall, and have read your mother's journal?"

"Yes, your Bustiness." 

"Then you know quite a few secrets that aren't known to the public. I will show you a few more secrets, then I will have you perform a task for me. Come."

The Queen led Axina down a number of hallways, then opened a door into another hallway. This one was strange. It was broad and ornately decorated, with vases and goblets and wall hangings. A giant, finely made tapestry along the far wall depicted the Goddess banishing demons with huge exaggerated penises into the abyss. It was so finely made that you could see the pre-cum dripping from the demon cocks. And yet, the whole hallway was covered in dust, as if it hadn't been used in years. 




Axina and Burk Ch. 13



"This way," said the Queen. 

She led Axina to a wide pair of double doors and pulled them open. 

Beyond the doors was a massive chamber, at the end of witch was a raised dais. Upon that dais, an ornate golden throne sat proudly. Light streamed in from the windows. Strange, it should be nearly nightfall by now. And there was a woman, a Lady of Bosom, standing beside one of the windows. 

She started forward into the room, but the Queen caught her with an arm across the Bosom. "Don't go in there you fool. If you pass through the doors you'll be frozen in time for all eternity." 

"Frozen in time?"

"Some time ago," the Queen explained, "there was an enemy I couldn't defeat in a straight up battle, and so I had no choice but to create an elaborate trap. With the help of two of my most trusted friends I cast a powerful time dilation spell upon my own throne room, trapping her within. As long as at least one of the seals remains intact, the spell cannot be broken."

"What sort of enemy could Your Bustiness not defeat?" Axina asked.

The Queen pointed to the woman standing by the window. Axina looked more closely at her, noticing that she strangely had pitch black skin, like the inhabitants of the southern desserts. Then Axina paled, feeling cold. 

"The Black Witch," Axina gasped. "She's still alive?"

"Yes. But she is bound as long as the seals hold. Which is the problem. You see, three of the four seals have been broken already?"

"What?" Axina trembled. Tales of the Black Witch's reign of terror two decades passed still inspired fear in the present. "What if she breaks free?"

"She won't break free. We don't have to worry about that, since the final seal is, shall we say, impregnable." The Queen paused before continuing. "I bear the final seal, the Seal of Motherhood, upon my womb. The only way it can be broken is if I am impregnated, which is impossible. But nevertheless, there is a problem."

Axina was relieved to hear that the Black Witch wasn't going to return. "What problem, your Bustiness?" 

"There is a group trying to break the seals, and they've already managed to break three. We have to assume they are led by one of the Witch's most loyal supporters. And it seems this merry little band of rebels has found themselves an Ultramale."

"An Ultramale? But my mother's diary said that he was killed."

"Axil was killed, yes. So were all of his male-spawn that we knew about. But he could have banged hundreds of village sluts in the weeks he was running loose. And our intelligence clearly states that wherever this party travels, it leaves behind permanently enthralled women. Not just Ladies of Bosom, but also commoners. Only an ultramale could do that. And, though there is no way this ultramale can impregnate me, he could put me in permanent cock-thrall while trying. That would be the worst case scenario."

"Why are you telling me all this, Your Bustiness?"

"Because I have a mission for you, Axina Bethasuse, spawn of Axil. There is a group of Ladies gathering in the countryside to intercept and destroy this party of rebels. I want you to take command. Kill the rebels. Kill the Ultramale. Bring me his severed cock as proof."

"But why me?" Axina asked. "There are loads of more experienced and Bustier Ladies who could do this."

The Queen smiled wickedly. "Because if you fail, the ultramale will undoubtedly fuck you. Then you can enthrall him. At the very least you can distract him while I make a new plan."

"That... makes sense," Axina said stiffly. She had no intention to spend the rest of her life in cock-thrall. Well then, she would just have to succeed.

"Good. Oh, and there's one more thing." The Queen spun, seized her by the throat, and slammed her into the wall. 

Axina coughed from the force of the impact and again from the dust. "Your Bustiness," she sputtered, struggling in vain against the Queen's iron, enhanced grip. "Have I displeased you?"

"I am going to ask you a question," the Queen said dangerously, "And before you answer I want you to know that I will be very upset if you lie. Now. Do you want to be the Queen?"

Axina's eyes widened in shock. "Your Bustiness, you know that I would never-"

"Answer the question." The queen's grip tightened around Axina's neck. 

"Yes," she croaked. 

The Queen released Axina's throat, and her manner changed and suddenly she was pressing her body against Axina's. She laughed a low, sultry laugh. "Hmmmm? You're an ambitious little girl aren't you Axina?" With a sharp yank she pulled down the bodice of Axina's dress, palming her breasts. Her other hand pushed up beneath Axina's skirt, and started to work her cunt. Axina felt herself get wet all over her Busty Monarch's skilled fingers. 

"Let me tell you a story about another ambitious little girl." The Queen cooed in her ear. "She was like you in many ways. A prodigy, quick to learn and quick on her feet. Unlike you, she was of common birth." The Queen lightly pinched her clit and left nipple at the same time, and Axina moaned in pleasure. "This girl, she was a fighter, and a good one. She quickly rose through the ranks even when still a child, and by age 18 she was the captain of my royal guard." 

The Queen stopped telling the story for a minute to kiss the side of Axina's neck. By this time, Axina was a wet mess, trembling in the Queen's arms. Partly it was Anabeth Titania's skilled caresses that drove her to this point, and partly it was the Queen's sheer sexiness. Her giant bust, heaving with passion, was absolutely unparalleled. 

The Queen resumed her story. "My Guard Captain saved me from three separate assassination attempts. I trusted her, so much so that when the time came for the final confrontation from the Black Witch I bestowed upon her, a mere commoner, Feminine Power from my own Bosom. I gave her the Seal of Courage to carry and protect. 

"But once she had a taste of Feminine Power, she longed for more. She could sense our relative strengths now that Feminine Power was no longer a mysterious power controlled only by her betters and she could visualize herself taking my place. So she came upon me in the middle of the night and seized my Bosom." On the word 'sieze' the queen grabbed Axina's breasts and squeezed hard, making her moan in frustration and delight.

"I awoke to find my most trusted guard stealing my power. I sat up in my bed and tapped the royal treasury. She didn't understand what was happening. Power continued to course up her arms and her Bosom continued to grow, but mine was not shrinking. To her it must have appeared that my power is infinite. Which it might as well be. At last, she broke down, kneeling on the floor and kissing my feet and begging me to forgive her." The Queen seized Axina in a much rougher embrace, one hand still working her pussy, the other gripping her ass. Her massive Royal Bust pushed against Axina, engulfing and dominating her own much smaller breasts and pinning her to the wall. 

"I did not forgive her. I made her my rape slut. I beat her. I made her drink my piss. I invented brand new tortures to use on her. I reamed her ass with the staff of punishment so hard and so often that the thing still smells like her all these years later." The Queen's face was flushed with sadistic joy as she recalled what was clearly her favorite conquest. "But you know the worst thing I did to her?" She leaned in to whisper in Axnia's ear. "I killed her pussy." She giggled. "I made her masturbate with a dildo or her fingers, but every time she had an orgasm I dipped her into a lake of pain. After a time she couldn't cum except from anal."

Axina gasped as one of the Queen's fingers slid into the cleft of her ass, probing delicately at her rosebud. Axina had never done anything anal before, so she very nearly started hyperventilating. 

"Eventually I got bored and let her go. She's still running about the kingdom. I hear she invented some kind of Feminine Weaponization that allows her to create a penis of all things, so that she can rape other Ladies of Bosom. Most Ladies are terrified of her, I hear. But all she's doing is trying to take back the power I stole from her years ago."

The Queen slowly slid her finger into Axina's Asshole. Axina gasped in shock at the anal invasion, her orgasm rapidly approaching. 

"It will never work. I left a hole in that woman's soul that only the Staff of Punishment can fill. She'll be my rape slut until the day she dies. And that is what her ambition led to."

Axina trembled with fear and lust, still on the edge of orgasm.

Then the Queen smiled brightly and pulled away, taking her fingers out of Axina's holes and leaving her feeling empty. Axina moaned in desperation, replacing the Queen's fingers on her pussy with her own. 

"Oh, but you don't need to worry about any of that, Axina." The Queen said sweetly. "See, I have no heir, so after I die Matrona will most likely become Queen. And Matrona also has no female issue either. It seems she intends to make you her heir and breed you to that boy of hers, that 2342. So that makes you third in line to the Royal Throne. Matrona and I both look a lot younger than we really are, thanks to our Feminine Power. If either of us lasts another twenty years, I'll be surprised. So all you have to do is wait around and try not to piss either of us off." 

Axina frigged herself hard, trying desperately to reach orgasm. It wasn't working. Desperately she slipped a finger into her own asshole. That did it. Her legs gave out under her as her orgasm hit. Her back arched and her pussy convulsed and gushed all over the floor as waves of pleasure wracked her body. 

The Queen snickered as she watched Axina totally lose control and cum her brains out in the palace corridor. "I trust you can find your own way out," she said lightly. Then she turned and walked away, leaving Axina a mess on the floor.