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 3.
By
GW
Though badly injured by the
rebellious Vizier's vicious attack, Apollonia knew she was
desperately fighting for her throne, and
perhaps her very life. Hardly
able to stand, she tried desperately to fight back. Despite the life and death stakes,
her efforts were betrayed by pain drugged weakness. Asparia
laughed off her few harmless punches with
sneering insult, not even bothering to dodge them.
Apollonia struck with all her heart and soul,
with everything she had left in her, and her uttermost effort was met
by nothing but cruel,
mocking laughter. Discouraged and demoralized, the disheartened Queen gulped in
fearful dread. Was she
completely at the mercy of her cruel, rebellious
vizier?
Her
fists
ineffectual, wrestling
skill was Apollonia's last hope. In desperation, the Queen tried to
grab the mutinous
Asparia in a bearhug. This time, she must ruthlessly crush her into
submission, as she mercifully refrained from doing, earlier.
With a groan of dismay, the
Queen discovered Asparia's brutality had
weakened her more than she could have guessed. The sneering Vizier
pushed Apollonia's arms
aside, as though she were playing with a child.
Finding herself a
helpless child in the Vizier's hands, mighty
Apollonia gave way to despair.
"You'll pay for that, you
pitiful cow!" Asparia sneered, as she contemptuously pushed Apollonia
from her.
The evil
Vizier punished the Queen's last enfeebled efforts with terrible,
needless brutality. Asparia well knew Apollonia was already a
beaten, frightened woman. She could seize the crown of her
rightful
Queen with less effort than taking a bauble from a child. This last savage
reprisal was motivated
only by Asparia's sadistic urge to brutalize and utterly crush the
beautiful woman she both despised and hotly desired. She once
considered poisoning the
trusting Apollonia; now, she was glad she chose this much more
satisfying path to power.
"Better to humiliate the fat,
useless bitch and watch her suffer, and
hear her mewling whines!" Asparia gloated silently.
Apollonia could
scarcely lift her leaden arms, and offered no resistance.
Asparia's hard merciless
fists had reduced the
magnificent, blonde warrior Queen to
a mewling, cringing victim to be brutalized at will.
Beaten nearly senseless, the
staggering Queen could do no more than
moan and cry
out, as the brutal punches battered her with relentless fury.
Asparia's fists seemed to
strike Apollonia,
stunned and befuddled by pain,
from every direction.
Asparia pounded the
Queen mercilessly until she pummeled the gurgling
blonde's sturdy, voluptuously rounded form to the
ground.
Groaning in agony, Apollonia
hardly knew where she was.
Snorting in satisfaction at
having beaten her Queen to near
unconsciousness, Asparia grasped a
handful of golden hair and pulled Apollonia's head up for a closer look
at the damage she had done.
When Asparia grabbed her hair,
fist cocked, Apollonia, helpless to
fight
back, looked up fearfully. In the eyes of the woman she'd thought her
loyal, devoted servitor, she saw only the cold, contemptuous
hatred, the perfidious Vizier long concealed. With a
hopeless gasp, Apollonia knew there
would be no mercy!
Even now, her long smoldering
hatred of the Queen was not appeased;
Asparia seized Apollonia, intent on inflicting even more pain on her
benefactress. It was the moment, Asparia long dreamed of, and craftily
planned
for. Helpless in the vizier's grasp,
Apollonia wailed in futile protest.
Wrapping her body about the
queen like a striking snake, Asparia bore
them both to the ground, choking her prey even as her steely thighs
crushed Apollonia's taut midriff.
Asparia choked and squeezed the
hampered Queen, until her gurgling
victim passed out.
When the Queen's magnificent
body collapsed limply in her clutches, the
treasonous Vizier shifted her body in order to exert all the power of
her cruel legs on that svelte midriff. Apollonia came back to her
senses
with a shrill cry of alarm.
A brutally powerful
constriction of Asparia's massive thighs, and the
Queen's voluptuously rounded form convulsed in spasmodic agony. She
clawed and tugged at Asparia's iron hard thighs
and calves, with panicky desperation, but she had no strength left, and
they proved immovable as stone.
Unable to endure the frightful
pressure, Apollonia gave way to
terrified panic. Her only thought was to escape the monstrous trap.
She struggled with the wild hysteria of a wild bird in a cage.
Asparia's mighty thighs were
inescapable. The only result, of all
Apollonia's frantic
struggles, was to roll her over on her belly, with no lessening of the
terrible crushing pressure. There was nowhere else to go! Asparia took
a deep breath, and with a convulsive constriction of her mighty thighs,
squeezed even tighter. Apollonia groaned in terrible, terrified agony.
There was no escaping
Asparia's deadly grip. The trapped victim's wild struggles had only
made
her suffering greater. Her body racked by awful pain, the desperate
Apollonia was at the end
of her
endurance; in her awful distress, with her last breath, she croaked out
a plea of surrender.
