WARNING: This story contains graphic violence, nudity, f/f rape, and bondage.  It is most definitely intended for, and should only be read by, mature adults, over the age of twenty-one.

Coup D'etat. Part 1.
By
GW
(gwalb@nycap.rr.com or gwalb@yahoo.com)

Long, long ago, in a far distant land by the sea, lay the ancient City State of  Pomaranium.  Pomaranium was ruled by a valiant warrior Queen, the noble and gracious Apollonia. In youth, leading her armies from the front rank, brave Apollonia had made her State the most powerful and respected nation in the land. In maturity, the victorious Queen sought always to achieve her aims by tact and diplomacy. She assiduously avoided wars whose horrors and burdens would inevitably fall on the common people. And the common people loved their Queen for her forbearance, as well as for her mercy and justice. Yet, one shadow lay over the people's happiness and well being.

Queen Apollonia's most trusted advisor and aide was her Vizier Asparia. Asparia had been raised in the gutter and in her early years, subsisted as a fighter with her fists in the Pomaranium arena. Graciously congratulating her on an Arena victory, one day, Apollonia was impressed by the woman's abilities, and took her into her service. The crafty Asparia rose swiftly to the top rungs of the Royal Service. When the old Vizier died, in her service, Queen Apollonia chose Asparia to replace him. The Queen entrusted Asparia with much of the humdrum day to day workings of government. A mistress of minute detail, over time, the power hungry Asparia greedily gathered much power into her own acquisitive hands.

Apollonia had raised the baseborn Asparia from the bloody arena, to the heights of power, and richly rewarded her for her services, yet the Vizier hungered for more. Never satisfied, greedy Asparia constantly schemed for more power.  The common people came to hate Asparia for her brutality and corrupt venality.  It was no secret to the commoners that in the lower courts, under Asparia's control, justice was for sale. Lower offices of state were no longer filled by ability, but by a sly bribe to the Vizier. Hearing of the whisperings against her, Asparia created a corps of paid spies, who reported any dissent from her authority.  Her foes often disappeared into the night, never to be seen again.

Asparia's chief spy mistress was Grippina, an evil dwarf woman once chieftainess of a band of warrior pygmies, preying on the caravan routes and robbing and murdering lone travelers. Captured by the Pomaranium military, she was sentenced to bondage to pay for her depredations. Some suspected her of gaining her freedom by poisoning her master, but nothing could be proved. After a spell in the arena where she befriended Asparia, Grippina had become a whore mistress, kidnapping innocent village maidens, and forcing them into sexual servitude in her  bawdy house. Many of her clients were robbed and some murdered. Her evil activities became so notorious, that the Queen herself heard of them, and sentenced her to the gallows.  Asparia interceded for her friend of arena days, promising  to be responsible for Grippina's future conduct. Merciful Queen Apollonia, detesting capital punishment, even if it was sometimes demanded by justice, allowed herself to be persuaded. Saved from the gallows, Grippina became Asparia's loyal underling. Though she fawningly adored Asparia, Grippina hated and detested the merciful Queen, who she considered a weak fool for pardoning her.

All of Asparia's evil machinations were skillfully hidden from the virtuous Queen, busy with the cares of foreign affairs, and diplomacy.

Initially loyal and grateful to her Queen, power soured the Vizier. Unnaturally attracted to the beautiful Queen, Apollonia's disdain for that sort of relationship was a source of bitter resentment to Asparia. Rejected physically, Asparia grew to hate Apollonia, and resent the constant need to hide her ambition behind the mask of simpering, loyal servitor. She grew contemptuous of Apollonia's just and merciful rule. "A taste of my whip would accomplish the same end, faster and with less delay!" Lying awake at night, Asparia dared dream of sitting on the throne herself, with the crown on her own head, and Apollonia couching submissively at her feet, eager to do her bidding.

There were nobles and crafty merchants who thought their lot might be improved under a more accommodating ruler, one not so inconveniently honorable and just. Asparia cultivated such malcontents, and craftily gathered them to her own interest. Even some high officers of Apollonia's own army came to think that under a more aggressive ruler, their chances for military glory would be enhanced. These too came under Asparia's sway.

In time Asparia's power and influence might prove irresistible, but for the present, the beloved Queen's prestige and popularity were an insurmountable obstacle to Asparia's ignoble ambitions. The Vizier continued to conceal  her evil schemes behind a smiling mask, of obsequious servility to her Queen. Each day, though she became more impatient, more eager to supplant her noble benefactress, and assume the throne herself.

"If only the Bitch was to disappear, I could step forward and take her place!" Asparia schemed. "But how? Her Royal Guard is loyal to her, to a man! No assassin could get to her!"

"If I use poison to dispose of her, I'd be suspected! That would be a problem! Anyway, I'd like to keep the haughty bitch alive, and make her suffer a little! Maybe even have some fun with those fat boobs! I've always wanted to get my hands on them! She is a gorgeous slut!" Asparia licked her lips in greedy anticipation of THAT day!

The scheming Asparia continued to examine her options. Despite her many secret adherents and hangers on, and her corps of paid spies, there were few she really trusted. In fact there were only two people who had Asparia's complete confidence. One was the repellent Grippina who had carried out so many of Asparia's evil missions in the past. The other was her daughter, Demetria. Despite her sapphic inclinations, Asparia in her arena days had whelped a child. At eighteen, Demetria was a lazy, bad tempered, young slut, nevertheless her mother doted on her. Perhaps Demetria was the only other human being Asparia had such a feeling for.

Neither Grippina nor Demetria was suitable for this most important task, though. The Queen detested the odious Grippina and wouldn't tolerate her anywhere near her. Though Demetria might have a temperament suitable to a devious assassin, she was yet only a girl of eighteen, and even her doting mother sadly realized, not an overly competent girl at that. She was lazy and given to malicious gossip, not one to be trusted with secrets.   

"I suppose I must make the blonde bitch disappear, myself!" Asparia concluded reluctantly. "I must take every precaution, though! I have to be alone with her, with none of her adoring subjects to interfere! But where, and how? She's hardly ever alone! Always surrounded by adoring courtiers, and those damned Royal Guards!"

Always scheming, now with only that one end in view, Asparia observed there was one time of the day when Queen Apollonia was invariably alone. It was the Queen's habit to steal away in the early hours of the dawn, before the court had risen, to bathe in the sea at a deserted beach, not far from the palace. It was Apollonia's one indulgence, and she had arranged for a private passage to be constructed, from her chambers leading to the secluded path to the beach. In the after noon hours, when the beach was deserted, Asparia explored it, becoming familiar with every portion of it, planning and scheming. After long consideration and preparation, Asparia was at last satisfied that all was ready.

A few mornings later, as Apollonia emerged from her private exit, she found Asparia waiting for her.

"Oh My Queen, I hate to disturb your one hour of solitude, but there is a most urgent matter I must discuss with you! May I accompany you?" Asparia humbly appealed on bended knee.

With a sigh of resignation, Apollonia nodded, graciously. "Yes of course, My Dear, if you say it is urgent! But we will wait to discuss the matter on our way back! Let us enjoy the morning sun and sea first!"

"Of course! Thank you for your indulgence, My Queen!"  Asparia replied suavely, as she fell in, a respectful step behind the Queen, and followed her to the beach.

As the Queen prepared to disrobe, Asparia rushed to remove Apollonia's short, ermine trimmed velvet cloak from her shoulders. Behind the Queen's back, her Vizier's look of contemptuous, venomous hatred was in stark contrast to the slavish servility of her action.



Later as the two nude women emerged from the sea, Asparia craftily inquired, as though idly making conversation. "I have heard you were a mighty wrestler, My Queen?

Indeed, in her youth, Apollonia was acknowledged the mightiest wrestler in Pomaranium. She had defeated the mightiest warriors of her army, as a diversion when on campaign. Though some might have said there were few who would dare win a contest with a Queen, many proud men, bested by Apollonia, could tell them differently.

"I had some lucky successes, when I was younger!" The Queen modestly replied. "I'm afraid I seldom get the chance for sport these days, though!" She added a little wistfully.

"Perhaps, Your Grace would find it amusing to go a fall or two, with an old arena fighter?"

"That would indeed be a pleasurable diversion! I do often miss the thrill of competition!"  Apollonia replied eagerly, not unwilling to delay resumption of the cares of the crown a little longer. "Best, two out of three?"

"As the Queen wishes!" Asparia answered, assuming a wrestling stance.

The two naked wrestlers circled warily for a few moments.



With an agile speed that belied her formidable size, the Queen lunged forward and seized Asparia by the shoulder, and with a skillful toss, hurled the other woman head over heels to the ground.





Apollonia leapt astride the smaller Vizier, pinning her securely to the sand.





Asparia admitted defeat in the first fall, and Apollonia rose swiftly to her feet. It took Asparia a little longer to get her breath, and rise a little painfully, brushing sand from her back. Asparia was one of those, certain the Queen's reputation as a wrestler owed more to royal prerogative than to skill. Apollonia had swiftly disabused her of that notion, and now she faced the Queen for the second fall with some trepidation. It was essential to her plan, that she subdue the Queen. It was clear that subduing such a foe would be a much more difficult undertaking than she had arrogantly assumed. Could she do it at all?

Asparia's apprehension was well founded. Without hesitation, Apollonia seized the scheming Vizier's waist before Asparia could make any counter move.



Asparia found herself crushed helplessly in Apollonia's mighty arms. She gasped fearfully, unable to escape or counter the Queen's skill.

"By the Goddess! Was the bitch's mother a gorilla!" Asparia wondered in near panic.



The Vizier was about to croak her surrender to the deciding fall. It would be a bitter, ignominious end to her long cherished scheme, but Asparia couldn't stand anymore of that crushing, frightening pressure on her ribs. Merciful Apollonia was always reluctant to use her skill and strength to injure an opponent especially a smaller one. The Queen was enjoying the welcome exercise and diversion from her royal duties, as well, and was loathe to end the match so soon. Apollonia relaxed her grip and allowed Asparia to drop unhurt to the ground.

"Pah! Weak, simpering FOOL!" Though relieved to be free of those frighteningly powerful arms, Asparia felt no gratitude to her magnanimous foe, but only contempt for what she perceived as sentimental irresolution. No arena fighter ever surrendered an advantage, but ruthlessly capitalized on it to the death.



Asparia backed away warily, fearful of being caught in the chilling grip of those powerful arms again. Her pride and confidence were much shaken. She MUST defeat the Queen, and render her helpless if her evil scheme was to succeed! Planning for this day, Asparia always assumed that part would be easy. The possibility of Apollonia turning the tables, and overpowering her, never entered her mind. After all, Asparia was an arena professional, and the Queen though celebrated as a wrestler, was in truth only an amateur, and a soft-hearted on at that!  It was a sobering shock to discover the 'soft-hearted amateur' a more formidable foe than she ever faced in the arena.

Now, with victory in doubt, the devious Vizier was in a quandary! Should she accept defeat, and make other plans? NO! Asparia had waited too long already! This opportunity might never come again! All was in readiness. If professional skill was not enough, she must use guile and trickery. Luckily for the evil Vizier, guile came naturally to her, and her days in the arena, had taught her many foul tricks. Circling warily, she racked her brain; how to turn the tide of battle? 

Asparia raised her arms, as though inviting a test of strength with the larger more powerful, blonde wrestler. What foolhardiness! How could the puny Vizier ever hope to out muscle the large, powerfully built Queen?

The noble Queen, still naively believing her Vizier shared her nobility, and that this was a friendly contest between women of good will, ingenuously accepted the challenge. With a confident half smile, Apollonia reached out to grasp Asparia's extended hand.



As soon as Apollonia touched Asparia's hand feeling for a grip, the evil Vizier struck. With all her own wiry strength, she drove the sharp nailed toe of her calloused foot directly into Apollonia's crotch. The vicious kick lifted Apollonia nearly off the ground.



The Queen was stricken by terrible pain. Before she could recover, or even know what hit her, Asparia seized her arms in an iron grip, and rammed her knee into Apollonia's wounded mound, with even more terrible force.



Gasping in frightful pain, Queen Apollonia feared her Vizier must have lost her senses, and tried to reason with her. The royal entreaties were answered with a contemptuous sneering insult, and a devastating punch to her already sorely aching royal pussy.



Three such cruelly savage strikes to her vulnerable erogenous zone were more than even the powerfully built Apollonia could withstand. The Queen went weak in the knees; her mighty legs trembled uncontrollably and she collapsed helplessly, gasping in distress. The crafty Asparia laughed cruelly at the Queen's anguish.

"A soft-hearted weakling like you is not fit to be Queen!" The evil Vizier sneered. "QUEEN Asparia will rule the realm with a firm hand of iron!"

Apollonia understood now! Her Vizier was a venomous traitor, resolved on seizing her throne. Unfortunately, paralyzed by pain, there was little the Queen could do about it for the moment.



Before Apollonia could recover, Asparia grabbed two handfuls of golden hair and pulled the Queen from her crouching position. Unable to free herself from the excruciating, two handed grip on her hair, Apollonia screamed in shocked pain.





Asparia swung Apollonia in a circle, kneeing her in the chest as she moved.





A skilled wrestler herself, once she gained an unfair advantage, Asparia swung the screaming Queen in a circle, building up momentum. Lifting the huge Queen completely off the ground, Asparia flung her to the sand. Apollonia landed painfully an her belly and mammoth bosom.



In the arena, where sportsmanship was unknown, it was the custom to stomp a fallen opponent into the ground when the chance arose. Asparia was a past mistress of that art. Her calloused feet and toes punished the gasping Queen, unmercifully. Each kick weakened her foe, while skillfully preventing her from rising, or retaliating.









Trying to escape the vicious attack, Apollonia rolled this way and that, unwittingly exposing her taut belly, to those deadly feet.




End of Part 1.


Go on to Part 2.