THE MANTIS QUEEN-SHE MATES AND SHE KILLS: 
By Elrohir
PART 1- HER FIRST LOVE, HER FIRST OPPONENT.


She ruled benevolently, passionately, ruthlessly, and would interrogate one
special prisoner in her own unique way ... .

Darya had come a long way since her idyllic childhood. Even though she had
been born a princess, no one in all the land would have ever guessed that
circumstances would lead to her one day ruling their little country. Even at
the dawn of the 20th Century, only a few monarchies actually had a true Queen
Regent. Her mother the previous queen had died when Darya and her two older
brothers were still quite young, and their father the King had sent them to
live with his sister at her country estate while he looked for a new Queen.
Darya and her brothers enjoyed a glorious rough-and-tumble upbringing, always
outdoors helping with their aunt's horse breeding and sheep herding when they
weren't away attending school.

Darya was something of a tomboy (as her brothers could attest""sweet as she
was, she was nevertheless a terrible foe in sibling combat, ruthlessly
attacking their most vulnerable points), but at her aunt's behest she did take
up some of the more accepted female athletic pursuits: ballet, ice skating,
and tumbling (now known as gymnastics). She grew to be tall and lithe, olive
skin darkened by the sun, and with a long cascade of wavy blonde hair, wide
shoulders, a slim waist, full hips, and long, powerful legs. A late bloomer,
at the age of fifteen her suddenly blossoming breasts put an end to her
gymnastics competition, but she continued to skate and practice the art of the
dance, which maintained the bodacious athletic figure that all the boys at her
prestigious school craved and all the girls envied. The girls ostracized her
and the boys, intimidated by her royal status and powerful beauty, mostly
dared not approach her.

There was one undaunted one: Eric, a large, black-haired, powerfully built boy
from a noble family who was the captain of the school's rugby team, openly
admired Darya's new womanly figure and soon pursued her in earnest. She was
instantly attracted to him: His look was the opposite of hers, and the
loneliness of her situation combined with her newly awakening desires
compelled her to give herself to this first boy totally and passionately. At
their first opportunity they stole away to the hayloft of the school's stable
and Eric, consumed with testosterone-infused lust, pinned her down and took
her, but Darya did not resist in the least, reveling in the frenetic passion
of her first time. After the initial pain of deflowering subsided, she felt
her desire building beyond what she had even imagined, and her physical
obsession with Eric drove her to be with him again and again. Her obsession
outlasted the initial infatuation and continued even after she discovered she
really did not like his boorish personality.

Though she admired his chiseled body, she quickly found his simple, brutish
lovemaking to be uninspiring, and in one encounter in the hayloft she decided
not to rely on his limited abilities and took charge of the matter of her own
pleasure. He was on top of her as usual, rutting away, when suddenly she
grabbed his wrists and pulled them over her head, pitching him forward,
unbalancing him. At the same time she wrapped her legs around his hips and
quickly rolled him over onto his back with her on top of him, his member still
inside her. Eric was stunned and a little offended. He tried to rise up, but
Darya forced his wrists down above his head while she pinned his hips with
hers. Eric was about to protest when Darya began her own athletic thrusting,
up and down, gripping his manhood with her sex, sending waves of electric
pleasure through his body to his brain, obliterating any thought he had of
resisting. Darya alternately rocked, gyrated, and pounded him inside her,
guiding every movement to maximize her own pleasure but also jolting his body
with more powerful sensation than he'd ever felt before. As her own passion
continued to build toward a climax she began to realize the powerful effect
she was having on Eric, and she began consciously fucking him to an orgasm
even as she was about to have hers, driving his member deep into her with
every stroke as she stared hotly into his eyes. He was overwhelmed by her and
tensed and moaned with each of her strokes, finally crying out as he erupted
in the most powerful climax of his young life. Darya mercilessly continued
riding him until she reached her own point of thunderous release, expending
him completely in the process. When her contractions subsided she collapsed
forward, burying his face with her chest. She was smothering him with her
bodacious breasts, but he was totally exhausted and could barely even try to
move her. After some moments she became aware that he was weakly struggling
beneath her and she quickly lifted herself off him, the head of his member
making an almost audible pop as she broke free, the sudden shock making him
twitch. She lay down beside him and turned to kiss him, but he was already
falling asleep ... .

In all their subsequent lovemaking sessions she would instantly seize the top
position, and sometimes Eric wanted to protest but found he could not resist.
She discovered she could totally control his pleasure, vigorously taking him
almost to the brink of oblivion but then slowing her movements until she was
almost motionless, then fucking him back almost to the edge of ecstacy again.
After a few times of this, when she could tell he could not take much more,
she would ruthlessly pound him inside her again and again until he exploded.
She would continue riding him long after he faded, gripping him and squeezing
him with her sex until he had not one drop of seminal juice or energy left.
Her driving finish would leave him trembling with aftershocks, the rolling
multiple releases neurologically exhausting him so much that, as in that first
encounter, he could do little more than fall asleep afterwards.

Their obsessive passion continued for some time, but eventually they tired of
each other and began arguing almost every time they were together, even though
Eric could not contain his addiction to Darya's exquisite body and athletic
sexual power. Darya's patience with his brutish manner was eventually
completely exhausted, and she finally decided to end their relationship,
looking for an opportune moment to tell him of her decision.

A few nights later, they met for what she knew would be their last tryst in
the hayloft of the school's stable. She rode him angrily, mercilessly, wearing
him out as she forced the last bit of sexual energy from him trying
unsuccessfully to reach her own climax. His bellowing cries of ecstasy shook
the rafters and he violently arched his back and almost threw Darya off him
when he erupted inside her, gushing forth a torrent of love milk that soaked
both their nether regions. His violent spasms were finally enough to send her
over the edge, and she flowed with each contraction, drenching him even more.
Physically spent, she collapsed on top of him, and without speaking they both
almost instantly fell asleep.

Sometime later she awoke with him flaccid but still inside her. She rose up
off him, and as it had on several occasions the head of his manhood made an
almost audible pop as it came out. The pleasant sensation tickled him awake,
and he looked up at her and smiled. He took in her disheveled but still
fearsome beauty and quickly became hard again. "My God, that was incredible!
Come back down here!" he commanded. "I want you again NOW, Darya."

"You don't really want me" she scoffed. "You just want what I can do for you."
She began putting her school blouse back on. "Eric, we both know we're really
not good for each other. I'm sorry to tell you like this, but I can't do this
anymore. I need someone who cares for ME, not just my tits or how I can make
him come like an elephant blowing water out his trunk. This was the last time,
Eric. We both need to move on." She walked over to where her plaid school
skirt lay next to the wall where she had thrown it.

"No!" he shouted. "You can't do this! You're MINE girl, do you hear? Mine, and
only mine, and I will decide when it's over. I WILL have you now, and whenever
I want until I'm done, understand?" Full of rage and still hard, he walked
over to her and put both hands around her neck, pushing her down to the floor
where he forced apart her legs with his knees and roughly thrust himself
inside her. She wrapped her iron-muscled dancer's legs around his midsection,
locked her ankles together behind him and massively squeezed her legs together
with all the power that gymnastics and dancing had given them. "Ugh!" he
grunted as the wind was forced out of him even as he fought to resist her
crushing force. She jammed both thumbs into the corners of his eyes, which
made him cry out in pain and momentarily loosen his grip on her throat. With
surprising power she forced his wrists forward and rolled him, just as she had
done months before in the heat of passion, only this time she threw him onto
his right side with a thud. She leaned back and scissored him with all her
might, slightly smiling with grim satisfaction when she heard the cracking
noise of one of his ribs breaking. Tears welled in his eyes as he gasped for
air. Wary that he might try to strike her, she kept squeezing even though he
had totally given up his attack, kept squeezing until, exhausted by horrible
pain and unable to breathe, he went limp and unconscious. She released her
scissors hold and used to her foot to push him away from her.

She got up, grabbed a couple of bridles from the tack room and tied his ankles
together and then tied his wrists behind him with the reins before he came to.
When he did wake up, he found he was naked and tied up, lying on his stomach
with his head between Darya's knees as she knelt above him. She had a riding
crop in her right hand as she pushed on the back of his neck with her left.
Satisfied that he was conscious, she laid into his buttocks with the crop,
beating them black and blue. The walls echoed with each impact, "WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK!" over and over again. He screamed, but she forced his head down between
her knees and held his face down in the hay, muffling his cries so effectively
that he was barely audible. At length she stopped and threw the crop away.
"Now," she began coldly, "you are going to leave me alone. You are never, EVER
going to have me again, and if you even come near me I will do this to you
again only you won't wake up, understand? I'm pretty sure I can handle you all
by myself, but if I do need the help of my father's men to rid you from my
life, I will not hesitate to use them." She stood up and finished dressing.

He struggled against his bonds but was unable to loosen them. He tried to
scoot toward the stairs but found that the reins tying his hands were also
tied to one of the roof pillars. When she finished dressing she walked over
and stood above him, grimly admiring her handiwork. She had reduced an
arrogant boor to a trembling mass of blue-black welts and bruises. The area
around his rib cage was discolored and swelling. Defeated, naked, and beaten,
tears welled in his eyes and he began sobbing, more from humiliation and
embarrassment than the pain which was extreme. Realizing he was totally
helpless and subject to her slightest whim, he began to tremble even more,
fearing what else she might do to him. She seemed to be pondering that very
thing as she stood over him. He looked pitifully up at her and fearfully
whimpered "What're you going to do with me now?"

"Haven't I done enough?", she quietly replied. "You're a strong boy. Those
straps won't hold you forever. I'm leaving, and you may leave whenever you can
free yourself. But just remember what I said ... ."

Eric was too humiliated to tell anyone what had happened. He told the school
staff that he'd broken his ribs and bruised his buttocks falling out of the
loft while getting hay to feed his horse. The doctor at the Infirmary noted
that that the bruises were in a cross-hatched stripe pattern and not
consistent with a fall, but thought it best for the boy if he did not ask more
questions. Everyone noted that he remained quiet and sullen for the remaining
weeks of the semester, though no one but Darya knew why. He eventually
recovered most of his self-esteem, though he would never brag or boast about
himself ever again.

Without the distraction of sexual obsession, Darya excelled in her remaining
classes, and she performed especially well in Dance and Tumbling. Her father
the King would visit and watch her recitals and competitions whenever he
could, which was not very often. A great number of the boys also made it a
point to watch her on stage and in the arena, and every so often one would try
to corner her somewhere away from the crowd and try to have his way with her,
but usually just the opposite occurred. She took a shine to one or two of
them, but the other, more boorish ones she always taught a lesson to never try
to forcibly take her again.