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 2. By GW
Having thrown, her rightful
Queen to the ground, by a devious foul, the plotter Asparia kicked her
foe viciously,
until, Apollonia rolled on her back, exposing her vulnerable belly.
Seizing the opportunity to express her hatred, Asparia pulverized the
Queen's
muscular belly with her feet. Apollonia gagged and writhed in nauseated
agony. Then Asparia
raised her leg higher, taking aim for an even more dastardly strike.
Breathless, and
groaning in pain, Apollonia saw the kick coming. Even with all
her other newer injuries, her pussy still throbbed, most
painfully from those first awful attacks that gave Asparia the
advantage. She wailed plaintively in
fear.
Enthralled by the Queen's
mewling plea, Asparia paused a moment for
full effect, before she drove her foot into Apollonia's genitalia.
The pain was horrible.
Apollonia doubled up convulsively, unable to move
of her own volition.
Once again, Asparia dragged her
stricken Queen to her feet, by that unbreakable two handed grip on
her hair. There was
nothing Apollonia could do to resist.
On her feet, but hardly able to
stand, Apollonia could do nothing to
prevent Asparia from twisting her larger, heavier body around until
they
were back to back. Grasping
Apollonia's neck in a
choke hold, Asparia pulled her backward,
and dragged her over her shoulder, until the Queen was helplessly
trapped in a merciless hold, that stretched her body as though
she was on the dungeon rack.
Asparia continued to
agonizingly stretch the Queen's body, until she
hoisted Apollonia right off her feet, and onto her own shoulder.
Asparia's legs trembled at the
strain of bearing the
whole weight of Apollonia's enormous body on her shoulder, but she
quickly steadied herself. Though not as strong as the Queen, perhaps,
she was an extremely powerful woman. Gripping Apollonia's throat,
Asparia bent her nearly double in a backward vee,
coming near to breaking the Queen's broad back. Apollonia's huge,
round breasts heaved in her awful torment; she wailed fearfully at her
peril.
Growing ever more confident,
Asparia was already gloating at the
planned revenge she would take on the Queen she had come to detest,
when she, herself, sat securely on the Queen's throne.
Though she could easily have broken Apollonia's back,
and decisively accomplished her purpose, she had no use for a
crippled slave! Asparia flung the shrieking Queen
to the ground instead.
"She will serve me better, if
she can walk! That
way she will feel the humiliation of keeling to ME, more keenly!"
Once again, Apollonia endured a
painful landing on her belly and huge,
erectly rounded breasts.
Though reeling from Asparia's
savage attack, and suffering excruciating
pain,
Queen Apollonia was maddened by righteous, royal wrath. No Queen can
endure groveling in the dirt! Did this
scrawny upstart, she had raised from the mire, think she could rule in
her place? Apollonia would teach her differently!
Driven by indignant fury, the
blonde queen surged to her feet, before Asparia could use her deadly
feet to keep her down. Reinvigorated by fierce burning anger, the
Mighty Queen had only one thought! She would TEACH her traitorous
Vizier the folly of treason! Asparia
confidently
braced herself for the assault from the huge blonde. She was sure the
punishment, she had already inflicted, would give her the edge over the
bigger, stronger woman.
In her fury, Apollonia attacked
Asparia with her fists, impatiently athirst for the satisfaction of
pounding the vile traitor to jelly.
Though the Queen was an accomplished wrestler, she was less adept with
her fists, and her wild punch whistled harmlessly over Asparia's head,
to the wily Vizier's amusement.
Asparia, the expert pugilist,
dodged the Queen's second
punch as well, though by a considerably smaller margin. Nevertheless,
she
taunted Apollonia
with a sneering comment, further enraging the furious, royal blonde
woman. In spite of uncontrollable rage, Apollonia realized she would be
better served by employing her wrestling skill to destroy the
treacherous, would be usurper.
As the enraged Apollonia sought
to seize Asparia, and bring her
wrestling skill to bear, the rebellious
vizier
coolly slammed her fist deep into her Queen's belly, once again,
immobilizing her with
pain.
Once she had created an easy,
new opening, Asparia drove her fists
repeatedly into the
reeling Apollonia's svelte middle.
The painfully damaging belly
punches lifted the groaning, gagging Queen
nearly off her feet.
Again undone by Asparia's
savagery, Queen Apollonia stumbled
backward,
her stomach churning with agonizing cramps. Her arms, weakened by pain
drooped uselessly, making her an easy target.
Asparia arrogantly paused a moment to glance at her Queen. There was no
pity in
her eye for Apollonia's pain, but only smug satisfaction at the
damage she had inflicted so far, and an eagerness to inflict even more.
Apollonia's head was spinning;
pain blotted all else from her mind; her mighty limbs had lost all
their formidable strength. In her muddled pained misery, she was defenseless. Asparia took full advantage of
the Queen's weakness,
battering her this way and that, with her hard, merciless fists.
The Queen was such an easy
target,
now, that Asparia could strike with cool, unhurried precision, enjoying
the sensation of her fists battering defenseless flesh. She carefully
measured her punches, and delivered them methodically, with all her strength, inflicting
maximum
damage to Apollonia's gorgeous, voluptuous body. The early morning
beach was
deathly still; even the sea birds had fallen silent. The only sounds
were the loud thumps of deadly blows landing with precise regularity on
milky flesh, and the
beleaguered Queen's loud, gurgling cries of awful distress.
