Xera – The Tournament

- By Violator

Tags:  Xera, Rape.  Hit END for a short summary.

“By the Gods!” King Artor wailed.  “Can no man stand against the fury of the Black Knight?!”

The white-bearded old king sat distraught, head in his hands, upon his throne in the festively-decorated royal box.  He was flanked by his two royal daughters.  The princesses' large bosoms nearly burst from the bodices of their elegant gowns as they choked down sobs, and the gorgeous faces beneath their tiaras were streaked with tears.  Flanking the princesses were a score more high-born beauties, in peaked caps and tight-bodiced gowns, their bodies no less voluptuous under their finery, and their faces no less distraught. 

For aside from the old king not a single knight or lord still sat within the box to keep those courtly damsels company.  The kingdom’s noble manhood now lay strewn across the tournament field before them like discarded refuse, armor shattered, once-handsome faces gaping in dead-eyed shock from split-open helms, and once-courageous hearts still within staved-in chests.

Across the corpse-strewn field of conquest from the pussy-filled royal box, the Black Knight sat upon a crude camp stool.  Ignoring the piteous wailing that came from within, with stained teeth he tore a hunk of meat from a dripping haunch of mutton.  A hulking brute from the barbarian wastes, clad only in crude black armor ill-fitted to his bulging muscles, he had nevertheless proven himself more than a match for every proud shining knight who had met his challenge. 

Meanwhile, in the broad fields that surrounded the tournament grounds there watched a vast, silent throng of serfs.  Filthy farmers and freckle-faced peasant maids alike, they were visibly torn at whether to cheer or boo the destruction of their betters, and had settled onto mere mouth-agape shock.

 “No man, perhaps,” a new and stridently feminine voice suddenly rang out across the corpse-strewn field.  “But a woman shall!”  A gasp rose up from the crowd.  Startled, the King lifted his head and craned his neck out to see who had spoken.  The damsels did likewise. 

Before their astonished eyes a new challenger rode boldly forth upon a white steed, across the field of corpses.  A woman, buxom and powerful of body and fiercely beautiful of face, she wore a skimpy black one-piece that bared her flat belly, boots, a tiara, and little else.  But she sat as tall and proud in her saddle as any armored knight.  Head held high she brought her steed to a halt before the king, directly between him and the black knight.

“I will challenge your foe for you, your highness!” Xera announced proudly.

“I would accept your help eagerly, famed Amazon,” the old king said slowly.  “But… the prize for the victor is the hand of his choice of my daughters.  I… uh…is that what you wish as well?”  His eyes glanced up and down her buxom mounted charms, and he licked his lips as if suddenly lost in un-fatherly visions.  His voluptuous daughters, their bodies squirming and their eyes and tongues doing likewise, seemed to share them.

“C-certainly not!” Xera said.  “If I win, I demand you allow your daughters to rule as queens in their own right… and indeed, proclaim women equal throughout your entire kingdom!”

“A… a Queen… rule?!” the old king yelped.  He gaped at her in disbelief.  But he was left with little choice, and raising his arms, shook his head.  “Very well.  Your wish is granted… if you win.”

Nodding in satisfaction, Xera turned her steed away from the royal throne to face the black knight’s sagging camp-stool.  “Foul, false champion,” she declared hotly.  Reaching down, she plucked a lance from where it lay against the lists, fallen unused from the dying fingers of one of the many bested knights scattered around her horses' hooves.  “As the Princess of the Amazons, I challenge thee!”

The Black Knight had not yet so much as glanced up from his haunch of meat to observe either his would-be challenger or her negotiations.  Now, tearing the last bit of flesh away he tossed the bone aside and belched.  Leaning forward on his throne, he slowly ran his eyes up and down the body of his voluptuous new foe.  His dripping jowls spread into an evil grin.

“Are thou mocking me?” his deep voice rumbled.  “A busty slut like you should be crawling to my feet and begging me to seed her deep and well, not standing before me brandishing a weapon she clearly does not know how to use.  Come, drop that thing, strip, and fall to your knees.  I'll give you a lancing far more worthy of your sex, slut!”

“Never!  It is you who shall soon lie vanquished at my feet,” the Amazon pronounced stridently.  “That is… if you dare to accept a woman’s challenge!”

The Black Knight looked her up and down once more, shrugged, and grinned.  “Very well, then!”

Rising from his sagging seat, he strutted forward, took up his reigns, and leapt up onto a massive jet-black steed.  His smirking dark-skinned female squire handed up a crude lance that looked more like a twisted sharpened tree trunk than a weapon.  As her foe steered his restless horse to his place in the lists, Xera haughtily rode to hers, and turning, faced him down the long line of the jousting field.

“Prepare to be vanquished by a true woman, you filthy beast!” the warrior princess cried out.

“Yeah, whatever, wench,” he belched.  Then, without waiting for the old king’s signal, he charged.  Xera did likewise, spurring her steed forward to meet him as the crowd, despite its misgivings, rose in cheers at the prospect of still further blood-sport.

As she hurtled forward, lance at the ready and hair streaming gloriously behind her, Xera studied her oncoming foe with a steely gaze.  Suddenly, she noticed something dangling between his huge black steed’s legs, and gasped.  ‘My god… he’s riding a stallion…’ she thought.  There are hazards to being a virgin warrior princess, and for a moment her eyes widened, filled with the sight of the opposing horse’s tremendous wobbling member.

Then, with a startled gasp, the dazed maiden realized her foe was almost atop her… and a far longer and more threatening phallic object was hurtling straight towards her gaping gorgeous face.  Her own lance instantly forgotten in her slackening grip, the stunned maiden cried out and bent backwards, ducking underneath it with all her honed reflexes and speed.  By a hair’s breadth its razor-sharp tip missed the flesh of her belly... driving instead straight into the gap between her tremendous half-bare breasts.

“Agh!” the mighty maiden squealed as the lance drove hard between her breasts and she was wrenched out of her saddle and jerked into the air.  Her Amazonian blood kept her silky skin from breaking under the lance's abrasions, but could not keep her from being lifted bodily by the very cups of her own leather costume.  Cantering to a halt, with a grunt of effort, the black knight lifted his lance straight up.  Looking up the length of his long lance, he let out a booming laugh to see his foe’s mighty thighs and scantily-clad crotch wiggling uselessly high above him. 

Xera meanwhile hung in midair, stunned, her mind reeling from the slamming dismount she’d been subjected to.  She goggled down at the thick wooden shaft sprouting up between her enormous breasts.  Her shocked lips quivered almost as if it were a penis and they were about to kiss it.  The petard-hoisted heroine moaned and wiggled helplessly as her body sloooowly slid down the long lance, her breasts swelling wider and wider within her top as a thicker and thicker girth of shaft forced itself between them.  Finally she came to a halt, her watering eyes looking at the top of his head… and with a gasp, the mighty maiden realized that she was hanging beside him, her scantily-clad crotch and shapely thighs wiggling and kicking before her foe’s very eyes as if deliberately giving him a show.

Then, without warning, her tough but massively overstretched costume finally ripped open.  Her huge cups burst like ripe seed pods, massive breasts spilling out in midair.  With a startled cry Xera tumbled to the ground and landed hard on her ass.  Flopping back, she lay in the mud stunned, mouth hanging open, at the feet of her enemy's horse.  Shaking her head, she lifted it... and gasped to see her costume still hanging like a torn and tattered flag from the base of her foe’s lance.

“Ha!” the Black Knight said, grinning down at her.  He waved the hanging costume back and forth over her gaping head, tauntingly.  “Thou were quite easy to dis-armor, wench.  Though I admit,” he added, leering at her sprawled nakedness, “it looks better on my lance than upon those well-fed curves of yours!”

Xera snarled at his mockery.  Leaping to her feet, she drew her sword.

“I am not beaten yet!” the Amazon said, before king and maidens and peasants alike.  “I demand we continue our challenge on foot!”

“Very well,” the Black Knight laughed.  Leaping down from his horse, he turned to face her.  “But as the challenged, it is my right to…”

But in her rage, Xera was not about to let her smirking foe finish.  “En garde, swine!” she howled, leaping forward  Her blade flew down towards his face with all her mindless fury behind the blow.

But her foe, with surprising speed given his hulking size, darted back out of the way, and her sword passed through empty air.  Following in a wild-eyed frenzy, the nude Amazon flailed forth with a second and a third, but he twisted so they glanced harmlessly from thick hauberk.  Then, as the enraged heroine stepped forward and lifted her hand for a fourth, her boot suddenly struck hard one of the knightly corpses her foe had scattered across the field.  Heavy in its staved in and blood-stained armor, the once-noble body caught and tripped her foot.  Her foe momentarily forgotten, the naked Amazon gasped and looked down as her top-heavy body suddenly lurched forward, off balance.

The moment’s opening this gave him was all the Black Knight needed.  Before she even knew what was happening, he was upon her.  She gaped up into his face even as his hand seized her sword’s hilt and, with strength as superior to hers as that of a bear to an ant, pulled it from her grasp and tossed it far away.  Disarmed, the noble beauty lurched backwards in shock… but not fast enough to avoid the mighty backhand he sent into her face.  The mighty blow lifted the buxom Amazon off her feet and sent her flying, squealing, through the air to land sprawled on her back before him.

“As I was saying, wench,” the foul barbarian said, standing over her moaning body and putting his hands on his crotch.  “It is my right to choose the weapon of our combat… and I choose THIS!”  With a roar he tore open his metal codpiece and an inhumanly large erection burst forth from his loins and swayed, tall and straight as an upright lance, before his armored body.

Instantly, a thousand female faces fell open in shock, their pretty eyes going wide.  Even as he stood tall over his sprawled foe, a low, keening collective moan slowly rose from the stands and fields all around the dark knight.  Moans of dismay rose from the mouths of the remaining men… and moans of disbelief from the throats of their wives, their sisters, and their daughters.  In the royal box, the high-born damsels and princesses managed to maintain slightly more of their composure… but only slightly.  Delicate hands gripping with white knuckles at the railing and upon each other, they leaned and craned their highborn heads over one another as each fought to get a better glimpse of the barbarian’s twitching weapon. 

Indeed the only female present who did not immediately react to the exposure of the barbarian’s superior manhood was Xera herself.  Instead she moaned, eyes lost and body wriggling in stunned confusion before him.  Then suddenly the black knight’s knees slammed down onto her parted thighs, pinning them back into the mud.  She immediately came alive, body squirming and struggling like that of a cornered wildcat.  But by then it was too late for her.  Chuckling, the rampant knight grabbed her flailing wrists and forced them back into the mud to either side of her head.  Looming over her prostrate body on all fours, pinning the mighty Amazon into the blood-stained mud, he looked into her snarling defiant face and sneered.

Crying out in rage and righteous fury, the mighty Amazon fought back with renewed valor.  Her muscles trembled with strain as she pushed palm-to-palm against his pinning grip, while between them her gorgeous sweating face snarled defiantly up at his looming smirk.  But unknown to her it was useless.  Even as she fought him with all her might, as easily as if he were lifting a quill to write out the story of her surrender, he slowly lifted his armored hips... bringing his tremendous phallus to loom, looking long and lethal as a reaper's scythe, above her defenseless and oblivious pussy. 

But what their champion did not see, every other woman in the kingdom could not take their pretty eyes off of.  A low, feminine moan of anticipation rose slowly from the distant peasant crowds and, notably, with even greater volume from the royal box, as every last female watched and squirmed in breathless, wide-eyed anticipation.  Even in her wild wrestling state Xera heard their collective gasps… but not knowing what prompted them, she misinterpreted the women’s swoons as cheers of fellow-female camraderie.  Looking up from the mud into the helm-shadowed face of her hated foe, the Amazon’s gorgeous sweat-streaked face slowly twisted with a triumphant smirk.

“I admit, you are strong, indeed, you pig” she said up to him.  “But you shan’t win.  I am Xera.  The strength of true womanhood flows in me.   You shall never have the power to tame me!”

The black knight smirked at these words, chuckling… and then slowly lowered his hips.  With unerring accuracy, the tip of his gigantic penis came down like the claw of a dragon upon a cornered maid... and parted, ever so slightly, the gates of her sopping snatch. 

“Oh...” Xera gasped softly.  Her eyes, staring up into his leering face, suddenly went wide with fear.  “Please,” she whispered, licking her trembling lip.  “Please, no!  You can’t do this to...”

Without warning, the Black Knight slammed his hips down.  “Coup de Grace, BITCH!” he roared, laughing, as his entire inhumanly large penis rammed down into her, impaling her, with a single powerful stroke.

Xera’s mind exploded.  “OHHH!  GODDDESSSSS!!!” she squealed.  Mercilessly, uncaring, the Black Knight pumped again and again, driving his huge cock in and out of her.  Shuddering under the awesome power, her eyes went wide… and then slowly rolled back up into her head..  Seizing a rude hold upon her huge wobbling bare breasts, the brutish thug positioned himself upon her helpless buxom body like a boar atop a sow, pulled his hips back… and began, deeply brutally and mercilessly, to fuck her brains out.

Though it was utterly devastating to Xera, the sight of the massive fucking the barbarian was giving their final champion also had a profound effect on the watching audience.  In the surrounding fields, pretty peasant lasses fell to their knees and tore their blouses asunder, letting their own plump grain-fed breasts tumble out to bounce naked before the oblivious rutting brute… and their own gaping husbands.  In the pussy-packed royal box, the highborn ladies squirmed upon their seats and fanned themselves… and using the concealment of those same fans to sneakily stick out their delicate pink tongues, and moisten their opulent noble lips.  Meanwhile the royal princesses themselves clung tight to their father and gaped in awe.  Their lovely limpid eyes slowly grew wide as tea saucers, as they watched the invader plow their latest champion into submission using a throbbing regal scepter far longer, thicker, and more commanding than the one their father clenched in his limp trembling old hand.

Soon Xera’s eyes grew glazed.  Her gorgeous face began to pant and shake with irresistible pleasure… the pleasure of being conquered and ridden like a stallion by her mighty foe.  But though moaning deep-plowed Xera soon became oblivious to all except for the penis ravaging her pussy, the Black Knight was not.  Lifting his head high, he turned his head, and grinned out at his gaping audience.

“Hey, sluts!” he called, to peasant and princess alike.  “How do you like your champion, now?”

And, before their very gaping eyes, the Black Knight slowly forced his helpless, obliviously moaning foe into a variety of sexual positions.  Gasping, moaning, her buxom body lurching and quivering under his slaps and gropes, the Amazon Princess obediently allowed her deeply impaled body to be maneuvered into one receptive position after another… so long as the merciless plowing of her pussy continued unabated.  She heaved and tossed her head, lips quivering and hair flashing, as he put her onto all fours and pounded her like a cow.  When he flipped her onto her side, lifted one luscious leg and, laying his own belly against it, began to literally fuck her sideways, she merely spread her arms out for support upon the muddy ground and, lifting her head, gasped up at him in awe.  When he seized her by the arms, forced her mighty legs around his waist, and began to literally lift her bouncing body aloft with his mighty thrusts, she could but throw her head back and squeal, her huge breasts sloshing like the tides before his grinning face.

Finally, growing tired of doing all the work himself, the sweaty knight laid down upon the ground and, hands upon her buxom hips, forced squirming Xera down into position on top of him.  Putting trembling hands upon his armored shoulders, she threw her head back and gasped, shuddering, as his huge hard member entered her squirting pussy yet again.  Hands gripped tight around her narrow waist, the Black Knight lay back and enjoyed as he forced her through several strokes atop him.  Then, looking down and smirking, he gradually loosened his grip, took his hands away… and watched, chuckling smugly, as Xera’s buxom hips and mighty thighs continued to pump of their own accord.

Lying back luxuriantly upon the warm earth, the Black Knight relaxed and enjoyed the free fucking his once-defiant foe was giving him.  Her gorgeous head tossing back and forth furiously, lustrous hair flashing in the sun, Xera didn’t even seem to realize what she was doing anymore, so utterly had her Amazonian brain been destroyed by his barbaric cock. 

As he lay back and enjoyed, the Black Knight looked around… and happened to see, next to the oblivious Amazon’s quivering boot, a long narrow stick.  A smirk spread across his lips.  Grabbing the Amazon’s hands from where they were caressing his thick armored shoulders, the barbarian shoved them upwards, forcing her to put one hand on her hip and the other beside her heaving breast.  Then, smiling deviously, he picked up the stick.

“Here, slut,” he said, shoving it into her free hand.  “Hold this.”

Xera obeyed, clutching at the stick, even though her cock-ravaged head had no idea why.

Then, lying back flat upon the earth beneath her, the barbarian folded his arms behind him, rested his head upon them and, turning, gave the distant royal stands and their flanking gaping peasant audience a lazy grin.

“Remind you of anything, ladies?” he called out.

For a moment, they all just blinked at him in wide-eyed, sexually-awed confusion.  Then, one by one, starting with the high-born ladies and spreading to their peasant counterparts, moans of humiliation and dismay burst from their quivering lips, and deep blushes spread across their pale cheeks.  For the Amazon bouncing upon her foe made a cruel imitation of their own once-valorous knights.  Her lustrous hair bounced behind her heaving head, just like the pinions that had fluttered from their shining helms.  The stick wobbled back and forth beside her huge heaving breasts in mocking imitation of their lances.  And her buxom hips slammed repetitively upon his huge member, in unknowing but flawless imitation of how their men’s own outmatched loins had bounced as they rode out, one by one, to their dooms. 

Finally, tiring of his game, the Black Knight took the little lance away from a still-oblivious Xera, and tossed it aside.  “Alright,” he said, to both his sweaty foe and his gasping audience at once, as he reached up and once more seized a controlling hold upon her body, “it’s been fun… but I think its high time I took my victory ride!”

Hands clutched to her ample quivering curves, the Black Knight once more forced his wiggling foe into a new position.  Xera moaned and squirmed… but made no attempt to resist.  Until that was, she found herself upon all fours… facing down the long, muddy, waiting list.

“Oh…” she gasped, as she felt the Black Knight take his position behind her, hands clutching hard at her buxom uplifted ass.  Her eyes grew wide, her sweaty hair hanging in tangles before them, as she divined his intent.  “Oh… you cannot be serious…”

The tip of his penis pressed to her waiting sopping gates, the Black Knight merely smirked.

“Giddyup!” he said.

And then, slamming his cock into her with more force and power than he had ever used before, the Black Knight began to literally fuck his foe down the length of the lists.  Head flying back and moaning helplessly, Xera squealed and cried out in shock.  The force of his mighty slams into her big bare buxom ass drove her stumbling forward upon her hands and knees, one slamming deep-penetrating penis-thrust at a time.  His head thrown back and his hands gripped tight on her ass, the Black Knight stayed right behind her helplessly and clumsily hobbling curves, riding her down the lists.

In this manner, never letting up on her for a second, the Black Knight took his victory canter upon the very buxom hips of his final and greatest foe.  As he fucked his way triumphantly towards the place of glory before the royal box, the gasps of the crowd and the maidens slowly grew silent.  The noble beauties huddled together in their seats, faces pressed together and gaping in worry, while peasant maids clutched fearfully to their fenceposts and shuddered… both alike watching, their minds and their pussies each filled with a different form of dread anticipation, as their new champion brutally fucked his way into the winner's circle.

Finally, the sweaty smirking dark knight, with one last deep slam of his hips, brought his bucking buxom steed to a stop… directly before the throne of the aged and decrepit old kind.

“Pathetic monarch…” he said, still slamming effortlessly away in Xera’s helpless and unprotected cunt, “behold your last and most noble champion!”

Grabbing his foe by her sweaty hair, he yanked her rudely back, making her rear up with a loud squeal.  She moaned and wiggled helplessly, her huge breasts bouncing and her sweaty buxom curves presented on display before the entire kingdom.

“She was almost as fun to destroy as your previous ones!” the Black Knight laughed, sweeping his hand out over the field of broken chivalrous corpses that surrounded him, even as his hips delivered an exultantly hard and merciless thrust up in their lone distaff counterpart’s cunt.  Then, keeping a firm hand upon her exposed and squirming body, he suddenly slowed his furious slamming and delivered a single slow, deep, and perfectly placed thrust all the way to his hilt within her pussy.

Princess Xera’s squeals suddenly vanished, her eyes flying open to look blindly up at the appalled king, and her quivering mouth tumbling open.  “Oh!” she gasped.  Her eyes rolled in their sockets, and slowly spread wider.  “OH!”  Her whole body starts to slowly shudder, as her foe ground his huge cock mockingly into the depths of her helplessly invaded pussy. “Oh… oh… I’m CUMMING!” she cried.  Her body tensed and then spasmed uncontrollably as a massive orgasm overwhelmed her.  “OH!  I am conquered!” she screamed out in awe, her gorgeous head gaping up at the heavens, her buxom hindquarters slamming uncontrollably on her enemy’s all-conquering lance of their own accord.  “I yield!  I… I YIELD!  I am defeated!  You are… VICTOOORIOUSSSS!!!!”  The last word she squealed loud enough for the entire kingdom to hear, as, with an explosion of heat within her, she felt her foe’s godly penis unleash a massive load directly up into her buxom, fertile womb.  Voice soaring up into the upper soprano range and eyes rolling back in her head, Xera lost control completely and succumbed utterly to a soaring, devastating and mind-blowing climax.

Her long wild scream left her breathless and near comatose, and when it finally ended the mighty Amazon wilted downward like a carelessly plucked flower.  Her mighty body hung limp from her enemy’s jutting member like meat on a spit.  The only motion in her body came from the last few desultory thrusts her hulking conqueror delivered into her pussy, as he unleashed a last few spurts of seed into her womb.  The tremendous gallons his huge balls had already emptied into his one-time challenger were already causing streamers of his cum to leak out of the sides of her massively over-stuffed pussy, running in rivers down her once-powerful thighs.  Then as his big long dick finally started to go limp within her, the Black Knight released his grip upon her big round ass… and laughed, delighted, as his conquered foe slid slowly down off his dick, almost exactly like a knight’s corpse off his lance, and splashed limply into the dung-laden muck of the tournament field.

The Black Knight stood tall over the pale body of his last fallen opponent, breathing hard, his immense flesh lance hanging limp yet triumphant before him.  He looked up into the royal box. 

“Well?” he yelled, raising his arms.  “Have you yet another champion for me to entertain myself with, little king?  Or shall you relent… and give me my prize?”

Directly before him the old king gaped down at the scene, stunned.  His gorgeous daughters clung tight to him, their delicate hands clenched upon his shoulders.  Lips hanging open, their lovely eyes traced in awe down the barbaric brute’s long, dripping weapon.  Then, delicate necks bending with fawnlike grace, they bent their pretty heads down and put their fragile, rose-like pink lips to their father's ears.

The old king's eyes grew wide.   “Are… are you sure?” he asked in a trembling voice, looking at each in turn.

By way of answer the two princesses merely licked their lips, smiled, and nodded.

“V… very well…” the king said, stuttering.  Then, slowly, shakily, he raised his scepter.  “You… you have proved your right by trial of combat.  I declare you champion.  And as victor, you may have your evil prize.  By my power as king I give you…  the hands of both of … of BOTH my daughters.  Each carries with her half my kingdom as dowry, so… so that means THIS is now yours you evil BRUTE!”

And his voice rising petulantly, with a disgusted look upon his face the old king tore off his crown and tossed it away, then sank back, weeping, into his suddenly cold and hollow throne.  The knight caught the flung crown with one hand while taking off his helm with the other.  “Thanks, you old fool,” he laughed, as he placed the king’s own crown upon his own head.  “And as my first act as your successor, I hereby revive that old custom of you ‘civilized’ peoples – Prime Nocte!”  A grin spread across his face as he swept his gaze over the sea of his new, gaping subjects.  “Though instead of the first night in the marriage bed, I think we’ll make that any time, any place, with any and every wench I damn well please.  And if any man tries to interrupt my pleasures with his wife or daughter I’ll split him where he stands without even ceasing my depredations within her.”  Raising an eyebrow, he cast his eye around the sea of his staring subjects.  “Any objections, you cowards?”

A brief breathless moment of silence reigned across the field as the stunned subjects, noble and commoner alike, observed their new king.  He stood before them, head held high, crown gleaming, and huge dick twitching.

Then, without warning, a deafening roar fills the air… as every single female throat in the entire kingdom cries out in delighted glee.  Within the packed royal box directly above him, the high-born damsels celebrate the coronation of their new lord by clutching their hands to the collars of their priceless gowns and, with a great chorus of squeals and shrieks, ripping their tight sateen bodices asunder.  In seconds the royal box fills with a vast selection of large, shapely, and naked noble breasts, bouncing delicately to greet their new lord.  Within seconds, their skirts and garters follow the fate of their tops, ripped off with frenzied desperation by the damsels’ own once-refined and elegant hands.   Then, the shreds of their gowns raining around them like confetti, the once-elegant and demure damsels descend the steps of the box in a desperate squealing rush.  All their dignity forgotten, they slam into one another and crowd in a jiggling and moaning mass against the rail, their pampered bodies jostling and struggling deliciously to have the best position on full and naked display before their new lord.  But even as they fight and scratch like animals, every single damsel holds her slender arm high, creating a forest of pale waving limbs.  For above their bobbing heads, the dainty hands that had once daintily waved their silk-and-lace handkerchiefs for the honor of their knightly beaus instead wave back and forth a fluttering sea of skimpy, delicate, silk-and-lace panties.

But, imprisoned by their gowns and their box, for once the high-born ladies of the kingdom would have to wait their turn.  For, even as the courtly damsels struggled with their belts and panties the peasant maidens surrounding them, unimpeded by either, surged forward in a vast and squealing throng.  The peasant men were caught off guard and gaped in shock to find empty arms where their wives had once been, empty hands in place of their sisters, and empty skirts their daughters.  What few meager rags the common maids wore they flung up behind them, in moments they were surging forward naked like one giant, squealing, buxom and jiggling heard of cattle. 

As they arrived upon the mud-and-corpse strewn field of combat, the peasant lasses threw themselves down upon their bellies and gazed up in awe at their new king and his supremely-sized signeureal scepter.  The Black Knight smirked as he soon found himself surrounded by a sea of uplifted, worshipful faces, large grain-fed peasant breasts, and the dripping furrows of countless farmers’ daughters – every last one aching to be the first to be plowed.

Meanwhile, having lain exhausted in the mud at his feet during his triumph, dazed Xera finally lifted her face from the dirt and gasped for breath… only to be immediately seized by the swarm of amorous peasant maids.

“Quick, get her on her back!” a freckle-faced redhead commanded.  Licking their lips eagerly, a half-dozen of her nude comrades promptly obeyed.

Xera gasped and squirmed, but in her exhaustion the mighty Amazon could not effectively resist as she was flipped over onto her back, her head seized by three different hands, and lifted upwards.  Then she gasped, as she found the Black Knight’s newly regal phallus dangling before her face.

“Where are your manners, foreign slut!” the redheaded peasant lass demanded of her, a vicious grin on her lips.  Leaning closer, she put her lips next to the Amazon’s ear, while looking up with glittering eyes at the looming royal cock.  “Show proper homage to our new king… and yours!” she hissed.

Xera gasped, staring down, her eyes crossed.

The Black Knight meanwhile, merely stood still and smirked, pleased to see his new subjects already showing such loyalty.

A deep blush slowly suffused Xera’s cheeks.  But, in multiple senses, she could no longer resist.  Head propelled forward by three pairs of peasant hands, she obediently wrapped her lips around the barbarian brute’s penis.  Eyes looking up into his face, she found him grinning down at her.  And, with a look in her eyes as if gazing upon a feared, hateful, and yet awesome god, Xera, blushing deeply, nevertheless slowly opened her lips and gave the conquering hero a second crowning in the form of a slurping, delicate, and worshipful kiss.

Epilogue:

A year later, in the throne room of the castle, The Black Knight, now King, rested lazily upon his throne.

Other than his crown, and an opulent royal robe draped around his shoulders, he wore nothing.  A royal scepter dangled from his grip, while a far more impressive version lay exposed between his legs.  Cuddled to either side of him upon his giant throne, the beautiful princesses, wearing little save their crowns, used their luscious royal lips and dancing tongues to keep the second royal scepter well attended to.

Upon the immense rear wall of the throne room, where once had hung the shields of all the great houses of the lands, there now hung an array of skimpy, delicate silken panties… each printed with the same noble crest that had once decorated the discarded shields.  Each represented one of the noble houses whose daughters he had tamed.  The daughters themselves lay strewn in a great, beautiful heap around the sides of the royal dais, lounging naked upon their sides – save for a few who waited in attendance upon the king, clutching delicacies or bottles of fine wine patiently against their luscious quivering bodies.  They had veils upon their gorgeous faces, but otherwise also wore nothing.  About half of their bellies were grown great and swollen with child.

Meanwhile, down the great hall of the throne room there stood a double rank of guards, their pikes held ramrod straight and at the ready.  Representing what little remained of the kingdom’s chivalry, they wore full and gleaming armor…save for one thing.  All their codpieces had been removed, exposing to all their limp and unimpressive dicks… and the complete absence of balls beneath.  Proof to all that the Eunuch Knights were indeed dickless wonders.

Before the royal throne the old King danced and gimbaled, dressed in a jester’s suit.  Even after a full year he still looked from one side to another, moaning in shame, every time he saw one of his daughters’ sacred lips applying themselves, quivering and worshipfully, to the barbarian invader’s immense, appreciatively twitching schlong.

And directly at the foot of the dark King’s throne, serving as his footstool and watching the king dance helplessly, their lay the naked, gasping Xera.  Her enormous breasts, largest in all the kingdom, spilled out to jiggle upon the cold stone floor.  Her fertile hips, quivering beneath her conqueror’s idly-resting foot, framed a once-flat belly that was also just beginning to swell with child.  Her pussy, bare and unprotected, dripped continuously, as the shame and humiliation of her fate kept the once-proud and vainglorious Amazon Princess continuously aroused.

Suddenly, a great commotion came from the hall beyond the sealed throne room doors.

At the sound of shouting and clanging of metal, the noblewomen lifted their gorgeous veiled heads and gaped curiously towards the doors.  The dark King, enjoying his pleasures, merely lifted his chin slightly and raised an eyebrow.  The royal princesses, utterly absorbed in worshipping their lord’s penis, seemed not to notice at all.

Then, the great doors to the hall burst open.  Guards from the outer hall spilled in, tumbling and groaning as they were beaten down by a flurry of blades.  The blades were wielded with the flat side, but with such force that each hit left deep dents in gleaming armor, and two or three strikes was enough to leave a battered, cod-piece-less guard prostrate, groaning, and down for the count.

Coming in behind the guards, wielding the blades, were a half dozen tall and statuesquely voluptuous women.  Their powerful, curvaceously muscular bodies were clad in naught but a set of skimpy, shining chainmail bikinis, framed by leather boots upon their feet and leather gloves upon their striking hands.  Despite their scanty armor not a scratch appeared upon their alabaster flesh.  They bore silver shields in their off hands upon which were embossed the symbol of Venus, ringed with lightning bolts.  Upon their heads gorgeous, impassive faces were framed by winged helmets, from which distended gleaming hair of golden blonde, flaming red, or platinum, which flashed and flew as they fought.

Leaping to action, the Eunuch Knights hurried forth to expel the female intruders… only to be swiftly thrown aside themselves.  Leaping equally to action, the dark King eyed the new, lusciously-proportioned invaders, and leered.  His dick twitched, eagerly.  In his lap the two royal princesses, still utterly engrossed in their work, gasped softly, their soft lips dancing with increased delight upon his appreciative, throbbing penis.

Finally, even as they beat down the last of the hapless royal guard, the shining mail-bikini clad warrior women parted… and allowed a tall and haughty figure to advance forward from amidst their ranks.  Her face, though ageless, bore both great beauty and great maturity.  Her body was the tallest and most buxom of all, her breasts even larger, and her wide hips swelling even wider beneath her narrow but sturdy waist, than Xera herself.  Her long and mighty legs strutted, one after another, completely bare… terminating in golden sandals.  Her magnificent torso was clad in a solid steel breastplate that extended from her crotch, swooping up high over her ample bare hips, to cup from the sides her massive breasts, leaving an awesome canyon of cleavage still visibly jiggling between them.  The breastplate was clasped on her shoulders by round epaulets decorated with the same symbol that adorned the shields of her guard.  A silken cape of deep royal purple, fringed with gold, hung from her shoulders, and billowed dramatically around her as she strutted forward.  Upon her high-lifted and regal head she wore a tall and elegant crown of gold, decorated with a glittering forest of jewels.

Behind her, a seventh guard, clad as well in a skimpy chainmail bikini, followed, bearing a royal banner.  One stray eunuch, penetrating the ring of guardswomen, rushed her – but, with contemptuous ease, the blonde banner woman used the butt of her standard to effortlessly beat him to a pulp.  The queen, batting not an eye, never even broke stride as the bedlam roared around her.

Gaping up from below the Black Knight’s feet, Xera gasped in awe at the sight.  “At last…” she whispered softly.  Though her swollen belly churned with what was as much dread and shame as joy.

She was not the only one who greeting the intruder with dawning relief.  “Oh, my God!” the old jester-king said, gasping in joy as he saw the mighty woman approach.  “Queen Hippolyta of the Amazons!”  Standing before her, he bowed in reverence, hands clasped.  “Th-thank you for coming your majesty!  I am saved!”

Raising one hand, Hippolytta effortlessly batted the useless old king aside.  He slammed into the far wall, slid groaning to the floor, and lay still.  Gasping softly, his two daughters finally lifted their drooling lips from their conqueror’s shaft, and lifting their gorgeous heads, quietly observed him for a moment.  Then, seeing that he lay still and was no more, they sighed, bowed their heads… and began delicately kissing the dark King’s penis once more.

Coming to stand in the exact same spot the poor old king had once occupied, the mighty Queen of the Amazons paused.  Spreading her legs wide, she put her hands on her hips, and squared her shoulders.  Lifting her chin high, she looked the lounging king straight in the eye and glared.

“Foul, false King,” she said, in sonorous and regal tones.  “Queen Hippolytta of the Amazons would have… words… with you.”

The dark King smirked.

“Of course,” he said.  “What does Queen Hippopotomus want to talk about?”

Ignoring the insult, save for a slight narrowing of her eyes, the Amazon Queen lifted a hand from her armored hip, and pointed down at the base of his throne.  Xera gaped back up at her.  Still lying naked under the lounging king’s feet, she made no move to escape or resist.  But a hot blush of shame and humiliation slowly spread across her cheeks as she gazed up upon her Queen and mother, towering before her new lord.

“That,” the Queen said, voice as if pointing out something on the bottom of her shoe, “is my daughter.”

Xera gasped, and squirmed helplessly in shame, her blush deepening.

The dark King grinned… enjoying the feel of Xera’s buxom hip wiggling beneath his heel, almost as much as he enjoyed the lapping of princess tongues up and down his cock.  “So it is,” he said, shrugging.  “What of it?”

“By what right,” the Queen asked, dangerously, “do you have a Princess of the Amazons at your feet?”

“By right of conquest,” he answered.

The Amazon Queen lifted her chin, and glared suspiciously.  “You defeated her in battle, then?” she asked.

He shrugged, and smirked.  “When she started it, it was a battle,” he said, “Briefly.”

“And then?” she asked, testily.

He grinned.  “Then it was just sex.”

The Amazon Queen breathed deep.  Slowly, her eyes turned down to gaze harshly upon Xera.

“Is this true, daughter?” she asked.

Xera gazed up at her, mouth open and quivering.  Then, blush deepening upon her cheeks, she slowly bowed her head and looked into the stone.  “Yes, mother…” she whispered.

For several seconds, the Amazon Queen was silent, breathing slowly and deeply as she gazed intensely down at her captured daughter.  Behind her, a last clang of the flat of a blade onto a metal helmet, followed by a thud, announced that the last of the eunuch guard had been subdued.  Silently and with perfect discipline, both in their mighty bodies and upon their gorgeous but impassive faces, the royal guard came forward and formed up in a perfect rank behind their imposing Queen.

Nothing now lay between them and the naked dark King, and his mewling harem… save for fallen Xera herself.

Meanwhile, not acknowledging her guard or their triumph in any way, Hippolytta’s eyes slowly slid up and down her daughter’s prostrate, naked body.  They took in the jiggling of her enormous once-proud breasts upon the steps of the dais, or the glisten of moisture that, even now, peeked from between her thighs.  Then, as they slid across her belly, the Queen’s eyes suddenly widened, her lips opening and quivering with shock.

“She is with child…” she breathed, head tilting back and staring in disbelief.

This, at last, broke the discipline of her guards.  A series of gasps and startled squirms ran up and down their statuesque, chain-mail-bikini-clad ranks.  Turning her head and glaring, the banner woman stamped her post upon the floor.  Chastised, the guard swiftly returned to their ramrod straight and statue-still postures.

Slowly, Queen Hippolyta took a threatening step forward, coming to stand at the very base of the royal dais.  Her eyes were no longer for her daughter, who squirmed, gasping and forgotten, before her feet.  Instead, she glared straight into the eyes of the dark King.  He looked back, over his princeless-lip-swadled penis, and grinned.

“Foul, dark King,” the Amazon Queen hissed.  Her voice quivered wtih unaccustomed emotion.  “I have ridden long through your lands to come here.  I have seen the work of your hand, and loins.  The thousands of peasant men toiling, with their balls upon stakes.  The thousands of peasant women, great with your child.  And I knew you were a monster.  A beast, a threat to all women.  But now, I find, you have… have the arrogance… the shere evil… to not only take an Amazon Princess as your slave, keep her naked and in chains at your feet…  but to fill her belly with your seed, and plant your spawn within her?!”

“Yeah,” the dark King said, smirking.  “What of it?”

“You…” the Amazon Queen gasped, “are… are the most bestial monster of a man I have ever encountered.  And there is only one thing I want from you…”  Chin lifted high, she looked down upon him with fire burning in her royal gaze.  Behind her, the royal guard’s hands tightened upon their weapons, their ramrod-straight bodies tensing beneath their skimpy, shining, curve-hugging armor.

“Oh?” the black knight asked, idly, as a pink princess tongue danced around and around the tip of his naked, erect, and completely unprotected member.  “What is that?”

With a loud and tortured moan, the Amazon Queen’s hand leaped to her shoulder, and tore the straps of her hauberk asunder.  Tearing it from her body, she cast the gleaming breastplate aside, and tumbled to her knees, her luscious and suddenly naked body sloshing violently.

“F-fuck me, too!!!” she cried, her voice rippling with sudden, uncontainable lust.  Her eyes, which so far had bore down upon his with fury, could not help themselves any longer.  Snapping down to his massive penis, she let her eyes slide in awe up and down its immense length as it loomed before her.  A shudder of passion rippled through her silky body, jiggling her mammoth yet perfectly-shapely tits before his balls, and quivering her big round jutting ass atop her suddenly meekly-folded sandals.  “Imp-impregnate me…” she moaned, juices leaking in rivers from her suddenly exposed, naked pussy.  “Please… I beg you… unleash your seed deep within me and make my royal womb yet another of your conquered, brutally plowed furrows…”

All of the women in the room, from Xera to the princesses to even her own guards, gasped at the desperately trembling, kneeling Queen in shock.  But the Dark Knight did not.  Head tilting back, the smug smile upon his lips only broadened.  Then, head tilting back even further, he began to laugh.  His laughter reverberated around the throne room… even as the mighty royal guards, following their Queens’ leave, bodies trembling, one by one stripped off their gleaming chainmail bikinis and fell to their knees by her side.

Finally getting a hold of himself, the Dark Knight turned down and grinned upon the supplicant Queen.  She gaped up at him, clad in little but her gleaming crown and royal cape, as her buxom curves quivered delicately before him for his pleasure.  Between her mighty and plaintively-wide-spread thighs her Amazon pussy dripped, its tender folds quivering and sopping with her need.

“On one condition,” he said, raising a single finger.

“Anything!” the Queen said, voice shaking with her uncontrollable needs.

He grinned.  Slowly, his booted foot shifted up, to perch directly atop the buxom, yielding flesh of her daughter’s hip.  “You and all your women… are my slaves.”

“Gladly,” the Queen moaned.

“Then come forward, one by one, and kiss my cock,” he said.  With a  bat of his hand he brushed the gasping princess tongues aside, and bade the pregnant crowned beauties slide down to kneel, watching with wide and patient faces, from the sides of his throne.  “Guards first.”

Slowly, one by one, they did so.  Trembling, wearing little but their helmets, the mighty voluptuous guards crawled forward one by one.  Having recovered themselves, the eunuch guards pointed and snickered with glee as they watched the dripping pussies of the women who had defeated them, crawling penitently up their master’s throne.  Trying to ignore them, the blushing Amazons laid their chainmail panties, one after another, at the foot of their new lord’s throne, and then, eyes shining as they gazed up at him, they wrapped their sweet lips around his penis and gave it a fealty-swearing kiss.

Finally, at last, came the Queen.  She crawled up the dais that now was littered with the gasping, squirming, naked remnant of what had once been her proud royal guards.  She crawled over the very body of her mewling daughter, her huge breasts rubbing against Xera’s blushing face.  Eyes glistening with love she looked up into the Dark King’s face, and, gaze never leaving his, wrapped her lips around his cock and gave it a long, slow, worshipful suck.  And then another.  And another.

“That’s good,” the King said.  “Now climb on up here and take your prize.”

Gasping with gratitude, the buxom Amazon Queen slowly climbed up onto his throne.  Squatting over him, she spread herself, and gradually lowered herself down.

“Oh!  GODDESS!” she moaned, as he entered her.

Clutching tight to the arm-rests of his throne, her huge breasts bouncing beautifully in his smirking appreciative face, the once-imperious Queen of the Amazons slowly lowered her trembling buxom hips down onto his huge cock.  Her head shot back, quivering in awe.  Then, slowly at first, but with increasing force, she began to fuck herself on his cock.  As his cock began to ravage her, a look of stunned disbelief slowly spread across her shuddering features… as if even she hadn’t realized how total his conquest was going to be.

“Consider this another tournament,” he cooed up at the awed, shuddering Queen, as much for the benefit of the daughter that rested, gasping in shame, beneath his feet as for the mother bouncing helplessly upon his dick.  “One you are destined to lose.”

“Thank you!” gasped the Queen.  “Thank you, my lord!  Thank you!  Oh, thank you, my brutal evil new LORDDD!!!”

And as her mother and Queen fucked herself silly upon her new conqueror just above her, mighty Xera hugn her head and gasped in shame.  Never, she knew, would any Amazon anywhere do anything but spread her legs and beg, when faced with the brutal fury of the barbaric Black Knight.

SUMMARY:  Xera happens upon a tournament where a Black Knight has slain the entirety of the kingdom’s champions, and now aims to lay claim to its princesses.  Taking as her prize not a princess but full gender equality in the kingdom, Xera becomes the King’s last hope, entering the lists against the dark foe.  Unfortunately for the king she is quickly unhorsed, stripped, and  finds herself locked in ‘single combat’ with her foe’s chosen weapon – his giant cock.  Fucked silly, she is briefly forced to mockingly imitate one of the slain cantering knights as she bounces upon his cock, then gets fucked down the lists back to the winner’s circle.  Horrified and crestfallen, the King finally gives in, and throws his crown to the new King… only to be shocked as every woman in the kingdom, from peasant maid to damsel to the princesses themselves, tears away their clothing and, waving their delicate undergarments in place of handerchiefs, rush down to be the first to reward their new champion.  In an epilogue, the Queen of the Amazons seeks out her daughter’s conqueror and finds him sitting in his throne, with Xera at his feet… but the outcome of the confrontation will not be what Xera had expected.