Lord Daygar - Kingslayer Ch. 14

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

*****

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

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

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

*****

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

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

*****

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

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

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

'Bring her to me,' he demanded.

'But she is to be auctioned My Lord.'

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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