ONCE UPON A TIME  Part 1 
by demented20 - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



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The ropes groaned. Thick timbers popped and creaked as the strain increased.
That machinery built atop the timber frame vibrated along with the pulsing
muscles powering it all. Four massive men, nearly as big as the draught horses
they often worked with, pulled against a mooring rope with all of their
considerable might. They cursed and swore and pulled with everything they had,
managing to pull the rope back a couple of inches. Their eyes were mostly
closed due to strain, but they felt the cogwheel spin, turning the worm screw
attached to the bottom of it, which forced two hand holds apart. Seated
beneath it all was the Mistress. Her long raven hair covered her face, but her
head didn't sag even under the intense test of her power. The hand holds
wanted to fly in opposite directions from each other, only the Mistress'
biceps kept them near each other. She kept the wheel above her from turning by
holding back the combined strength of four muscled men with just her two ultra
shredded biceps. Veins shot across the straining bellies of her biceps like
lightning across the sky. The men pulled in unison, pulling against that rope
like there was a team of oxen on the side of the tug of war. They forced the
Mistress' elbows to straightened a little more.

"Yesssss", she hissed, her head rolling forward a little as her biceps
maintained their gargantuan pump, just like they had for the last ten minutes
straight. "Pull my little pets", she urged them, her voice alone was enough to
make her captives redouble their efforts. Her voice caught in her throat as
the men managed to pull the rope a little more.

Her legs started shaking now as even more tension poured into the mechanism
above her head, but her shaking wasn't from fatigue. Sweat poured off of the
Mistress' perfect body, but a sweet deluge from her aroused pussy added to it
all. "More", she urged in a voice hardly above a whisper. The men swelled
their chests with big deep breaths and pulled until their faces turned purple.
Their own muscles looked ready to rip their skin open. Each of their legs
rivalled sides of beef in size, thickness, and weight. That's why the Mistress
had chosen these four in the first place. With all of that, they'd managed to
get her upper arms to a 450 angle where it stopped. "Oh, pull for me my
pets!", she yelled above the sounds of her copious sexual juices splashing
against the stone floor beneath her. Sweat rolled off of her might muscles in
creeks and streams until gathering in the deep crevasses of her hyper-flexed
body to form might rivers all the way to the floor. She threw her head back
and pulled.

Her already massive boulder like biceps flexed like they'd been at rest all
this time. Mounds of fresh flexation spread outward and upward. Impossible
size erupted from her upper arm as she pulled against the men. Their boots
skittered across the rutted ground as her elbows bent more. Her biceps turned
the screw, which turned the cogwheel, which forced the men back more and more
as the Mistress' biceps coiled the rope despite the pull of those men.

"Ahhhhh!", she squealed when her arms were nearly at right angles as her
orgasm hit her hard. Every muscle in her body flexed with aching definition
and unmatched shape. Her hair fell to the side so the captives could see their
Mistress' glorious face as the bliss filled her. They had to keep pulling
though. They knew their role. If anything, they pulled even harder. Not that
the Mistress even seemed to feel it. In the midst of her orgasm she curled her
arms even more, pulling the handles until they were right next to ears. After
what seemed like five straight minutes of pleasure, the Mistress released the
handles. The four men dropped to the ground and flopped around in utter
exhaustion, but each of them smiled. They heard the leather of her thigh high
boots creak as she stood up, her calves flexing slightly.

"Keep smiling", she told them as she stood over them. "You did good today my
little pets." One man got a full hardon at the compliment and another man
wasn't close behind. "My arms feel tremendous", she said and rubbed her hands
over the mounds and hills of her unflexed arms. "You four almost got me fully
pumped, and that makes me hot just thinking about it."

The Mistress' continued praise had all the men hard now, even if none of them
could raise their heads. Their cocks were waiting to please the Mistress if
she so chose. Instead she looked down at them with a frown. "Perhaps I didn't
work you hard enough. You seem to have plenty of energy. Perhaps I should work
my shoulders next", she threatened.

"Your wish is our command", the pets said in almost one voice and struggled to
get to their feet.

She threw her head back and laughed. "You can't handle any more of me", she
told them. "My shoulders could work the four of you until your little hearts
burst in your chest", which wasn't idle boast. She'd done that to several men
on purpose and to a few more by pure accident. In truth it was hard finding
men as strong as these and she wasn't going to waste them on a shoulder
workout. If she planned to dispose of these pets one day it would be something
much more fun ... for her.

She led her pets back to the pantry, which is where she kept all of her
captives. The others chained inside heard the door open. The four exhausted
pets shuffled inside and the chains began to rattle as she shackled them.
She'd reward those four men over the coming days. Perhaps she'd let them bathe
her. She might even let one of them attempt to fuck her. That would remain to
be seen. She wasn't finished today though. She looked down the row of hugely
muscled men and chose the new guy.

The veteran pets watched as the Mistress lead the blindfolded captive out of
the pantry. All of them hoped this man lived up to their high standards. It
might not make sense to anyone on the outside, but they took extreme pride in
pleasing their Mistress in any way she chose. Only the strongest, most
dedicated men could survive time with her. It wasn't long before the captive
men heard the Mistress' voice. It was muffled by the thick wooden door and
walls between them, but her tone was as clear to them as a church bell. She
was giving instructions to the new guy, but then to their collective
astonishment, they heard another voice. It had to be the new guy. The
Mistress' chained up pets instantly got angry. Nobody talked back to the
Mistress. They wanted to get their hands on this disrespectful pet and tear
him limb from limb, but they were quickly reminded that the Mistress didn't
need anybody to come to her aid. A SMACK sounded loudly even through the thick
walls, followed shortly by a loud Uuummmfff of air leaving this unworthy
captive's lungs. These men hoped the Mistress finished demolishing that piece
of shit. They understood that they lived only to serve the Mistress. They ate
and worked their bodies just so they'd be worthy to please her. They didn't
have names. They didn't even have thoughts in their head unless it pertained
to her. This guy didn't seem to understand how lucky he was to be chosen as a
pet.

The attitude correction didn't last long. There was a loud bang when the
Mistress threw open the pantry door. She dragged the unsatisfactory pet back
where she'd found him and clapped the shackles back on. Every other man in the
pantry, even the four exhausted men, wanted to shout for the Mistress to
choose them. They wanted to be the one who made up for that worthless captive.
She ended up choosing two pets and leading them out. Both of them were
secretly nervous of her mood, but hid it well. The others seemed to relax when
they heard the crack of her whip followed by a seductive chuckle. All was
well, except within the mind of one captive.

He spat blood and ran his tongue over the spots where two of his teeth had
been just moments earlier. Anger welled inside of him. He was a man was used
to running his own gang, to having people defer to him. During a fight he'd
once overpowered six grown men at the same time then kicked their asses. He
wasn't used to being chained up and being used as some bitch's plaything. He
had no idea how these other big muscle bound men allowed it. Yet not a single
one of them talked about escape. All they talked about was the bitch's
strength, her beauty, or her mercy. He either felt like laughing or vomiting.

He hadn't even seen this 'mistress' yet. He'd been unconscious and blindfolded
when those whores had brought him to this place, and that blindfold hadn't
come off since. She was probably somewhere between plain and butch. He hadn't
seen any of her mercy yet either. She'd obviously hit him with something to
knock his teeth out and then to drive the air from his lungs because no woman
was that strong. He used to wrestle full grown bulls for fun. There was no way
a woman, any woman, could be as strong as those pathetic dopes around said she
was. She might have some muscle like some of the serving wenches at the pubs
or butter churning farm girls, but that was about all. He smiled as he thought
about it. She had to be more attractive than he was picturing in his mind
because all the men in the room would have literally drunk her dirty bath
water. The guys around him were obviously happy living in their fantasy world,
but it wasn't for him.

He pulled his arms together so he could use both of his arms against the
shackles and started to push. His massive 20+ inch arms expanded a few more
inches as his triceps flexed massively. He sucked in breaths quietly as he
strained so the sheep around him wouldn't warn their 'mistress' about his
activities. He huffed a little, straining and pushing his hard earned muscle
to the utmost. The pain was real and there was more blood as he tore his skin,
but the blood just lubricated everything. He pushed with focused power and
suddenly one shackle slid over his hand. He worked at it again, this time with
more freedom, and the other one slid off. He smiled in the pitch blackness and
went to work on the shackles around his ankles. He pulled and tugged against
the chains, using his powerful legs along with his thick meaty arms. He felt
the links themselves start to lengthen. By now the men around him knew
something was up, but they didn't say anything. Just then, there was a
satisfying 'tink' as a link snapped into a bunch of pieces. Now the other
captives gasped. He pulled the chains off of him and ran towards the pantry
door. He had no idea if the door was locked or not, but as fast as he was
running it wouldn't have mattered. His shoulder impacted the door and it
opened without any resistance.

He stumbled for a few steps before getting his balance and looking back
towards the Mistress' Lair. What he saw turned his stomach. One captive was
chained to what looked like a man sized roulette wheel turned upright. Deep
red welts and even a trickle or two of blood was already showing where the
Mistress' whip had kissed his flesh. The other captive was on all fours. His
knees were on the floor, but tacks had been placed beneath his palms. The
Mistress, in her knee high boots stood on the backs of his hands, adding that
much more pressure to the excruciating situation. His face didn't show the
pain though. He looked like he was in heaven as he busily worshipped perhaps
the most perfect leg the would-be escapee had ever seen.

It had to be the mistress. She wore a very short skirt, shorter than any he'd
seen worn by a woman outside of a brothel. Both sides were slit up the sides
allowing spectacular views of those amazing legs. The captive on his knees
worked his tongue and his lips over the sleek musculature that sat beneath her
flawless skin. The sweep of her quads and the sexy curve of her hamstrings
threatened to keep his eyes captive, but he moved up her body. Her legs flared
easily into a round, hard muscular backside and nice womanly hips. She wore
thick leather corset, almost like the boiled leather cuirasses some soldiers
in the king's army were issued. Her waist had to be small though and looked
that much smaller because of her bountiful breasts. Mounds of tit flesh were
stuffed behind that thick leather. They might have been the only soft, supple
part of her entire body. The escapee noticed that this woman had some wide
straight shoulders with densely capped, but all of that was instantly
overshadowed by her face. Her long dark hair flew out behind her head as she
spun towards the noise, revealing her visage and this man's heart nearly
stopped.

Beauty didn't begin to describe the woman whose gaze tore across the room to
smack the escaped captive squarely in the face. It was almost like he had to
remind himself to breathe. Her raven hair flew over her shoulder as she spun,
and he got to see the expression of contentment drop from her gorgeous visage.
A look of instant anger replaced it. The other captives would have pissed
their legs if they saw that expression on the Mistress' face. Some might have
even fainted, but not this one. He just winked and took off running.

He didn't know which door lead to freedom, but he'd try them all if he had to.
He ran away from her torture area and came up on some strange contraptions.
Her bicep machine was right in front of him, he just didn't know what it was.
He saw a door in front of him and he made a bee line for it. He knew he'd
better hurry before that bitch let some of her pets loose. He might have been
able to take a few of them, but there were too many. He had no idea that the
captives were the least of his worries. He lowered his shoulder as his big
muscled legs churned. He prepared himself for impact with the solid looking
door. He almost ignored the footfalls he heard behind him. They got closer as
he got closer to the door. Something touched his wrist, but he ignored it. He
was almost to the door when he felt fingers wrap around his wrist on the
backswing. A tug pulled him off balance and he went rolling across the rough
wooden floor. He glanced up from all fours and there she was standing over
him, glaring down.

"Going somewhere?" Her voice was as sweet as honey, as smooth as butter and
still her words sounded like a threat.

"This place isn't for me", the used to be captive said. "I think I'll leave
now."

The Mistress smiled. It had been a long time since one of her little pets
tried to escape, so she decided to have some fun. "The front door is that
way." She pointed off to her right. "And it's not locked. Just like my pantry
door isn't locked."

"So you're just going to let me go?", the escapee frowned when the Mistress
started to smile.

"I'll let you try", she replied. "If you succeed then I won't come after you,
but if you don't ... well ... things will get very bad for you."

The escapee laughed. "You actually believe your own bullshit! Look at me", he
shouted and flexed a big arm then smacked his hard muscle just to make the
sound echo off of the stone walls. "You've got an amazing body and nice muscle
for a woman, but that is all. These guys who bow and scrape around you are
sick in the head. There's no way you're strong enough to even slow me down.
I'm leaving now", he declared and started forward. He strolled confidently
towards to the Mistress who didn't move at all as he slammed his shoulder into
her chest. "Out of my fucking way!", he yelled as he made contact. Suddenly
the smile fell from his face. He thought he'd knock that fucking woman to the
ground, maybe even cracked a collar bone or something. Instead it was his
shoulder that smarted like he'd hit an oak.

"So that was your attempt?", she accused with venom in her voice. As quick as
a thought her hands shot up from her sides and she slammed the heels of her
hands to the center of the man's chest, sending him careening back to the wall
behind him. The look on his face was more of shock than pain. He was
determined though. If he had to fight this bitch like he would a man, then
that's what he would do. From a knee he shot forward and drove his fist into
her midsection. His punch was hard enough to knock the wind out of a bull. It
lifted the Mistress in the air. He screamed and slammed another punch almost
in the same spot. He grinned when he heard a whoosh of air being forced from
her lungs. She landed on her feet even after the second blow, but he didn't
have to keep punching. He had a better idea. He wrapped a thick, meaty hand
around the Mistress' regal neck and squeezed.

He lifted her off the ground and poured on the pressure, hoping to end this
quickly, but when he looked up, his eyes met hers and confusion set in. He
shook her around like a leaf in a gale. She wasn't even fighting back as he
crushed her neck. His grip had fractured granite, but her neck seemed immune
to his strength. He gritted his teeth and added more strength. Now the
Mistress' lips began to quiver and her eyes began to water. She wasn't losing
consciousness though. Her pupils narrowed and her cheeks began to redden as
she kept her eyes on him. Saliva rolled down the corners of her mouth as her
ruby red lips parted so she could say one word. "Harder."

His brow gathered into a frown. "Crazy bitch", he spat and bore down. He moved
his left hand to her neck and instantly the pressure on her throat doubled.
Her beautiful eyes rolled around in their sockets and beads of sweat began to
dot her forehead. She still wasn't passing out though. She lifted her arm but
didn't strike him. Instead she traced her index finger along the swollen
outlines of his forearm muscles and his biceps before looking him in the eye
again. "More", her lips said and he couldn't believe it.

He growled and slammed her against the wall, using the solid rock face as a
base while he leaned in to add even more pressure to her neck. He was
squeezing her hard enough to turn limestone into dust, but still she looked
down at him and after nearly a minute of this she opened her mouth. "More!",
her lips insisted. No sound could have escaped his grip and she hadn't taken a
breath in more than two minutes. He grunted and swore he pushed his body to
give all it had, and finally his efforts began to bear fruit. Her body began
to tremble and her rosy cheeks had flushed fully red. She looked at him, her
gaze finally becoming hazy and unfocused and shook him to the core. "More."

Cracks spread out in the rock face behind her as he pressed her body with
tremendous force. Chips of stone fell to the ground at his feet as the fissure
in the wall expanded. Tears were rolling down the Mistress' bright red cheeks,
mixing with her coating of sweat as he pushed his body to its extreme maximum.
Her face was going slack and her eyelids started to close, but his vision
began to dim too. At the end of it, as he began to black out from extreme
effort, he saw the Mistress smile.

His knees buckled and he fell to the ground. Sweat poured off of him and his
chest heaved. He held his arms out in front of him to keep them from cramping.
The Mistress opened her eyes and looked down at him. "Why'd you stop?" Her
voice was as clear as crystal, as if nothing at all had just happened. "You
were really starting to get somewhere."

"Fucking impossible", he uttered, noting that only the angry red marks on her
neck showed his effort. He got to his feet and shook out the stiffness in his
arms.

"You've got spunk, and I respect that. It's the rare captive who puts up such
a fight. It'll be a shame to break you, but you've disappointed me twice now."
She charged forward, bringing her arms up high to strike him, but he still
wanted to get away, and he'd have to fight for it. He managed to get his hands
up and catch her wrists as they came down. He wasn't playing around now. He
remembered how resilient her neck had been so he cranked up the intensity to
ten instantly.

"You really are a strong one", she told him without any strain in her voice
even though she was holding his arms a neutral position while he was trying to
push her backwards. "You might be the strongest one I've got. And that's
saying something. I'm going to have so much fun with you, but first ... I
think ... I should show you ... exactly who ... you're dealing ... WITH!"
During each pause the Mistress' flexed her muscles. She didn't move her arms,
just kept flexing harder and harder. First the veins showed all over her body,
from her recently choked neck all the way to the tops of her feet. All over
her body, a network of blood vessels flowed like superhighways on a map. She
flexed more and the striations, hundreds, thousands feathered her tightening
muscles, slicing across every single muscle face. Her chest was stretched
tightly, but still her armored plates of her pectorals started to show through
and bulge, seeming to consume her big tits until they started looking as hard
as the rest of her body. She wasn't nearly done. Her eyelids fluttered as she
tightened her flex yet again. The muscle fibers themselves started to show
through her skin, the bulging, bunching fibers were arranged layer upon layer
upon layer, getting bigger and dense as she commanded them to do her bidding.

Then all the thick leather of her outfit started creaking, like rope trying to
lift a load too heavy for it. Her boots gave way first. Her calves burst
through the sides with quick POPS as the seams lost a battle he didn't even
know was being waged. The escapee had no idea what was happening until he saw
her entire body pulsing bigger. Her muscles started to expand, and she wasn't
pumping them. She wasn't even moving. Her biceps thickened and swelled along
with her already massive shoulders. Impossibly, her definition seemed to be
increasing by the heartbeat. At the end of her opening display, after the last
word, her body flexed down hard and her corset blasted off of her body. Dense,
thick, vascular lats burst out from the sides while her tits simultaneously
burst out through the front. The laces never had a chance. Her muscles had
split open the leather itself.

The pieces of shredded leather dropped to the floor and he got to see her
naked body. He'd only gotten to see the beginning of how vascular the Mistress
was, how utterly ripped to shreds her body was. Every muscle in her midsection
was a masterpiece, each abdominal head, each serrated oblique or razor sharp
serratus. Each breath brought forth a new amazing visual of muscular
perfection from her body. Fear and adoration hit the escapee, but it was fear
that won out. The would-be escapee bolted.

He thought he'd been running fast before, but now he ran for his life. He
heard the Mistress laugh, her now bare feet lightly slapping against the floor
as she ran after him. He didn't have much of a head start this time so she
caught him in only a few strides, and she didn't bother knocking him off
balance. She came up behind him, wrapped her arms around his waist and simply
lifted him up. His legs comically kept kicking even as he left the ground. She
lifted the big man high over her head and before dropping him to the ground.
He rolled onto his back as a serious eyed Mistress looked down at him. "You're
going to pleasure me now", she declared, and he tried to scurry away. He
didn't get far. Before he could get to his feet, he found himself eye level
with her pussy as she stood in front of him, and even it was perfect.

He didn't have long to admire it before she grabbed his head and shoved his
face right into her crotch. "Yes!", she hissed as she ground her hips and
fucked his face, busting his lips in the process. Her ass dimpled and flexed
as she thrust her hips forward, smashing his face because her hand held his
head as firmly as a vice. He felt like his skull was going to shatter as she
fucked him with even more passion until finally she slowed, and slowed some
more then came. Her muscles flexed to a new level of hard and juices from her
pussy mixed with his blood to land in his lap. She pulled back, the feelings
of orgasm still coursing through her to look at the escapee's face. He looked
like he'd been in a knockdown drag out fight and yet the only punches thrown
had been from the softest part of the Mistress' body. His nose was broken and
one eye was starting to swell shut. His cheeks were bruised and he'd lost a
couple more teeth, but she didn't care at all how his face looked. It was his
muscles that she cared about, and she'd left them unharmed, for now.

She grabbed his breeches and snatched them off of his legs, tearing the tough
material with ease to reveal that despite the beating and the fear, his cock
was harder than the stone around them. "Nice little captive", she cooed and
looked down at a cock that was big even on a man his size. She slowly rubbed
her clit as her eyes filled with lust. He groaned when she reached down and
squeezed his manhood with more force than he'd been able to squeeze her neck,
and that was with just one hand. She was pleasantly surprised though. Her
fingers hadn't put a dent in his shaft. That only made her libido kick up a
notch.

Without preamble or foreplay, she threw her leg over him and lowered herself
onto his massive cock. She bit her lip and lowered herself down inch by
glorious inch. No woman had ever been able to take his cock all the way and it
was bigger than ever before. He reminded himself as tendrils of pleasure shot
up his body, that this was no regular woman. Her face was flushed as he
watched her raise herself up. He watched the individual fibers of her abs,
pecs, and delts flex and tense as she slowly pulled his cock from her hungry
snatch. She was panting as she leaned against his chest, arching her back a
little before swallowing his cock yet again. She let out a sound half purr and
half growl as she fucked his pole now. She worked herself up to a rhythm, so
now he put his hands on her hips and started thrusting. He didn't attempt to
go easy either because this woman didn't like easy. He was starting to realize
that pleasing her was his only shot at surviving.

Back in the pantry the other captives had no idea what was going on. They felt
the vibrations though, and before long they heard his animalist grunts of
maximum effort. They were more confused, but it got even worse when they heard
a shrill scream of pure unencumbered bliss. "I'm CUMMMMING!!!!", they heard
the Mistress yell like a woman possessed. Not long after that they heard the
captive, his voice strong and certain. "Ahhhh ... . too fucking tight!!!!!" He
screamed and the vibrations stopped, but only for a few seconds. The grunting
increased and the vibrations shook so hard that the chains rattled, but they
couldn't see what was happening. If they could, they would have seen their
Mistress and the unruly captive locked in a muscle lusting fuckathon. He was
pushing his body past its very limits in an effort to keep the woman beneath
him happy. She'd cum twice already and her muscles got harder and sharper each
time. His own muscles wanted to seize up, but he now understood why the other
captives were so in awe of the Mistress. One of her arms was probably stronger
than his entire body. He'd felt her strength and he was sure that she'd been
toying with him, giving him a chance to redeem himself. That's where her mercy
came in. She could have just broken him, but she'd chosen not to. He knew now
that with every thrust of his cock and every moan it induced, he was saving
his life.

She came again, the yell coming out of her mighty lungs was nearly enough to
burst his eardrums, but he didn't let up on her. Instead he put his hands
behind her back and lifted her off the ground while he got to his feet. She
wrapped her perfect legs around him while he fucked her with all the strength
he could muster. He could have crushed boulders with how much force he was
exerting, but it only made the Mistress roll her head and fuck him back. Her
pussy kept getting tighter too, just like her muscles. He felt like he was
fucking while a dozen people were trying to stop him. She came again.

He put her down and spun her so that now she was on all fours. He put his big
callused hands on her shoulders and kept right on pounding her. He'd cum twice
and she'd had more than five orgasms. Her sixth was the hardest yet. The
others felt like breezes compared to this hurricane, and for the first time in
a very long time, the Mistress lost all control. Her eyes rolled back in her
head and her muscles really flexed, all of them.

A pained cry caught in the pet's throat as her legs closed around his body.
The Mistress didn't cross her ankles to add to his agony, but she didn't have
to. Her legs didn't even move, her expanding muscles crushed him as they
flexed bigger and harder by the second. She'd pulled his chest to hers, and
her pectorals flexed like flesh covered battering rams, first constricting his
breathing then compressing his entire ribcage. Her biceps compressed his
comparatively soft muscles until it felt like her peaks were trying to impale
him. All of that paled in comparison to her cunt. The inside of the Mistress'
pussy finally became too much even for his cock. The pressure built and built
as her love muscles flexed like the rest of her body. In that moment, with all
of that beautiful, wondrous muscle beneath him, the pet tried to cum, only no
sperm could leave his cock, her pussy prevented even that release.

He dropped to his knees just as his joints started popping and his back bent
at an odd angle. "Mistress ... Please", he begged before rolling onto his
back. He pushed against her with all of his strength, trying to free himself.
She barely felt it. Instead she felt his pelvis began to succumb to her
flexing adductors. His ribs began to give, the first one breaking started a
cascade of cracking bones. She fucked him again, her body a virtual blur as
she fucked his cock all out, giving herself back to back orgasms so that she
didn't know where the seventh one ended and the eighth one began. Blood
frothed to the captive's mouth as his body began to spasm beneath her. His
eyes looked ready to explode out of his head, but it wasn't from her
squeezing. Whereas she kept bringing herself to muscle bursting orgasm after
orgasm, she'd slow down when she felt the captive about to blow his load, and
used her superhuman pussy muscles to keep his cock in control. The pain of it
was more than most men could have survived, and the Mistress loved it. She was
on her ninth orgasm while her pet hadn't cum a single drop in a long while.
She kept fucking him, wondering if this man could get her a tenth mind
altering orgasm. Usually it took a team of strong men to give her pleasure
like this and that was only if at least one of them had died in the process.
She could have killed this man in a dozen different ways, but didn't. Instead
she fucked him harder still.

Near the end the captive tried to fuck her back, to thrust his tool into her
pussy. It ended up being his undoing. His cock tried to shoot its load again,
but her expert muscle control prevented that. That cock had to know that it
belonged to her now, so she gave a good hard squeeze, and then it happened.

His entire body flexed to beyond stone hardness, harder than it had ever
flexed its life. His bloodshot eyes opened nearly as wide as his mouth the
moment his heart exploded inside his chest. Right at that very moment the
Mistress' tenth orgasm hit her and she broke his body, shattering all the
bones she hadn't previously pulverized. She loved feeling bones resist her for
a moment before surrendering to her power. Finally she stood up off of the
dead twisted body, and as soon as his cock was free from her pussy, the dead
man came hard. A blast of cum shot ten feet in the air nearly touching the
ceiling. The second shot went even higher. The Mistress smiled broadly. This
wasn't the first time she' done it, but it never got old making a dead man
cum. This one even had the hint of a smile on his colorless face.

She'd have his body cleaned up later. She turned to head back to her two
waiting pets when she heard a bell ring. A look of annoyed anger crossed the
Mistress' beautiful face. If any of her pets had seen it they'd have fainted
dead away.

Outside at ground level a group of constables with their somewhat battered
armor and halberds stood near a wagon carrying several shackled and
blindfolded men. The Sheriff himself was there along with a couple of
officials from a town. The wagon driver had made this trip many times and it
had almost become routine, if anything having to do with that woman could be
routine. He thought of her face and his mind wandered. The wagon lurched to
the right as that unruly horse moved forward. He cursed it and yanked the
reigns back. He didn't want that horse causing trouble. Once it was back in
line he gazed around the wooded surroundings and further up the road towards
the gardens. They were about a mile from the manor house, but the scents of
the flowers carried on the breeze.

The Sheriff had been here many times too, but this was the first trip for the
two self important guys from town. They were dressed in their fine threads
with a few pieces of jewellery. They probably looked down on the simple folks
who lived in this area. They looked annoyed as time went by. "Do you think
they heard the bell?", the senior town official asked with an exaggerated
huff. "Ring it again", the younger junior official urged.

The Sheriff shook his head. "She heard the bell", was all he said. The town
officials seemed satisfied when they heard movement on the other side of the
big wooden door. A latch was thrown and the door opened to reveal the most
beautiful woman any of them had ever seen. Her hair was still wet with sweat
from her fun little workout her new favorite captive and her muscles were
still pumped. Her pussy was still tingling in anticipation of getting back to
her playthings. She'd taken the time to wrap a fine silk robe around her body,
although she hadn't tied it very tightly.

She squinted at the brightness of the sun as she looked around at the people
standing around. The constables were dumbstruck, like a being from space had
just landed in their midst. The two officials were awestruck. The driver and
sheriff were just as captivated by her beauty as the others, but they'd seen
her enough times not to be shocked. She was slightly amused as she noticed
boners rising beneath the constables' uniforms. She didn't comment though and
turned towards the sheriff.

"Countess Eleanor", he greeted her and gave a respectful bow. The wagon driver
was sitting but he bowed his head as well.

"Sheriff", she replied and acknowledged his respect. "What have you brought me
today?"

"These two", the sheriff began then tapped at the closest prisoners with his
cane, "were caught poaching deer from your forests. They seemed like strong
lads. And that one there, chained in the front is a gift from the king."

All eyes followed the Mistress as she strolled towards the side of the wagon,
her quads, calves, and glutes flexing seductively as she moved. The
musculature of her traps, lats, and deltoids showed through the thin, delicate
silk. She was sex in motion. The unruly draught horse wasn't impressed though.
The chestnut stallion broke the silence with a snort and rose a little onto
its hind legs, pulling the entire wagon to the right again, before the drive
yanked back on his reign.

"Settle down boy!", he yelled. "Apologies Milady. This horse has the body of a
champion and the brain of an ant."

"Not your fault, goodman", the Mistress said and the driver's heart actually
leapt in his chest. "Although I wouldn't bridle it in the future", she
suggested then turned her attention to the man chained up alone. He was a
beast of a man with a chest like the trunk of an old oak tree and arms the
size of a grown man's body. He had leg shackles around his wrists because the
normal ones couldn't begin to close. His legs matched his enormousness so
instead of shackles, he'd been bound with ropes that usually tied big trading
ships to the pier. She eyed the man carefully and grinned. "His majesty is
always sending such nice things my way", she said as she observed the man more
closely. "What was his crime?"

"He raped a servant girl from the king's court then slit her throat. Only she
didn't die and was able to point out her attacker. Apparently it took half the
guardsmen on duty to subdue and capture him."

She nodded and turned towards the others in the wagon. "And who are the rest
of these prisoners? They're almost too scrawny for me to take note."

The sheriff gave a little smile. "They were brought by those two." He pointed
towards the officials. "They are from the town of Neston."

"Neston?", the Mistress inquired with a raised eyebrow. The tone of her voice
made the two town officials shudder slightly. "Neston isn't even in my county.
Why are you here?"

The senior official looked like a fish out of water opening and closing his
mouth, but he was too choked up to actually speak. The junior man was nervous,
but he mustered enough courage to find his words. "Countess ... my Lady ...
all of these prisoners have been given death sentences. They are some of the
worst people our town has ever had to deal with, murderers all! We were told
that you can make things worse for a criminal than any jail or even any
headsman can."

She looked straight at the junior official as she reached out and tenderly
stroked the chin of one of the prisoners he'd brought. The man let out an
excited breath as her touch alone made his heart rate shoot upwards. "You're
right. I can take someone from the heights of pleasure to the very depths of
pain." Her voice was so smooth and soothing that it was nearly hypnotic, but
then her expression turned to near anger, and instead of gently touching the
prisoner, she gripped his throat tightly. He gagged and flailed about as her
fingers tightened around his neck.

"But I'm not interested in cleaning the filth from your town jails!" She threw
the prisoner against the side of the wagon, making the whole thing rock and
the unruly chestnut stallion get squirely again. She walked right up to the
two officials, her face hard enough to shatter stone. "Sheriff, leave me the
poachers and the rapist. Get the rest of that trash off of my estate."

"As you wish my Lady", the sheriff said immediately and snapped for the
constables to start moving the prisoners. The Mistress looked at the officials
one more time, shook her head then started into the cottage, but only walked a
single step.

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