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 4.
By
GW

Her body racked by awful pain, the desperate Queen Apollonia was at the end of her endurance; in her awful distress, with her last breath, she croaked out a plea of surrender to the victorious rebel, Asparia.



Her fists cocked as though to inflict more pain, Asparia rose from the Queen's trembling form. Apollonia looked up fearfully at her Vizier. Was the heartless bitch going to beat her to death? No more! NO MORE! Wild terror reflected in her eyes, Queen Apollonia pleaded brokenly for mercy.



Hopelessly beaten, and terrified of more punishment, Queen Apollonia abased herself to the implacable Vizier, in total surrender. Her only thought was to somehow appease the frightening brute that had long lurked behind the mask of her faithful servitor. The defeated Queen basely kissed Asparia's feet in supplication.



The vicious Asparia rammed home the terrible lesson with a vengeance. She forced the deposed Queen, groveling naked at her feet, to servilely kiss her muscular bottom, while verbally acknowledging her fate. Quaking in terror, Apollonia relinquished her throne, and surrendered herself to the perfidious traitor.





As a final touch to Apollonia's ignominious subjugation, cruel Asparia fastened a slave's leash about the deposed Queen's bowed neck. Shamefully accepting her bondage, Apollonia wept in disgraced misery.



In one brutal lesson, the treacherous vizier had subdued the haughty queen and broken her to servitude. After a lifetime of commanding the obedience of others, Apollonia, her pride and spirit crushed, was reduced to submissive servant. She found herself desperately afraid of angering the fierce usurper, and dared not disobey her. Though her hands were unbound, at a tug of the leash, Apollonia meekly followed the triumphant rebel into ignominious captivity. Her own crown now resting on Asparia's brow was token that a new Queen now ruled in her rightful place.


Asparia led her sobbing, humbled captive to a small cave near the deserted beach. The entrance was well concealed behind several large boulders, and none before Asparia had ever found it, or knew of its existence. Asparia  had found the cave, by accident, while minutely examining the beach in preparation for this day. It was perfect for her evil purpose. The royal captive could be imprisoned here, indefinitely, giving Asparia ample time to seize the throne. 

Asparia had stationed her brutal lackey, Grippina at the cave, in readiness. Grippina venomously hated the Just Queen who sentenced her to death, and would be a most reliable jailer.



Entrusting the sobbing captive to Grippina's none too merciful care, Asparia turned and hurried away, anxious to assert her authority and declare herself Queen.

Freed of the vizier's forceful, intimidating domination, Apollonia's courage revived. If she could get to the palace before the traitor, her loyal guards would clap the vile snake into chains before the Vizier's scheme came to fruition. Apollonia tore off the odious slave collar and wiped away her tears with determination. Grippina now the only obstacle to the queen's freedom eyed her with angry wariness. Apollonia gave no heed to the dwarf's presence; a contemptible, pygmy, whore mistress could scarcely thwart a mighty warrior queen's purpose.



As Apollonia strode toward the mouth of the cave and escape, Grippina, only half her size, planted herself squarely in front of the opening to block it. In other circumstances, the Queen would have found the contemptible dwarf's ludicrous presumption amusing, but there was no time for delay, now.



Apollonia was about to regally sweep the tiny obstacle aside, with the scornful aversion of one brushing away a gnat, but Grippina quickly flung her muscular arms about the Queen's waist. Such foolhardy gall astounded Apollonia for a moment. How dared this base creature lay hands on a Queen?



Time was of the essence! Apollonia hastily tried to escape the pygmy woman's hindrance. To her astonishment, she found Grippina was as dangerous as her evil Mistress. Though her bullet head didn't reach  Apollonia's massive bosom, the dwarf was incredibly powerful. With a convulsive jerk, she crushed Apollonia's middle. The struggling captive Queen moaned with a sob of agony.



Apollonia frantically sought to break loose. The slightest delay would prove fatal to thwarting Asparia's plot and punishing the traitor. The massively built blonde Queen was incredibly strong, and an accomplished wrestler. Yet, even at her best she would have been hard pressed to break the short, stocky woman's incredibly powerful grip. Now, after the punishing beating Asparia had inflicted, Apollonia was a helpless puppet  in the evil Grippina's arms. Struggling frantically, but hopelessly, she was overwhelmed by the same terrible panic she experienced, when Asparia's enormous thighs nearly crushed her.  In terrified frenzy, she thrashed madly and beat uselessly at Grippina's arms, rapidly exhausting herself.





Unable to free herself, and unable to endure her anguish, the distraught, subjugated Queen lost all hope of escaping her bitter captivity.



Disheartened, terrified and helplessly exhausted, Apollonia dangled nearly unconscious in the dwarf woman's implacable grip.



With a snort of disgust, Grippina dropped her helpless prey to the floor, and glowered triumphantly down at the sobbing Queen. Apollonia glanced fearfully at her captor from the corner of her eye. The diminutive, bronze, whore mistress scared her, now, as much as Asparia did.



Though it was obvious the brutalized Queen was nearly helpless, and terrified of her, Grippina made certain. The evil, troll like woman smashed her fists into Apollonia's face with swinish force.





Crouching on her knees, Apollonia was no shorter than the evil dwarf, but the deposed Queen was too frightened to further oppose her jailer. Grippina grabbed her hair, and harshly commanded obedience. In terror of the vicious, little beast, Apollonia, forgot she was a Queen; in weeping distress, she promised to obey.



To drive home the mortifying lesson, Grippina picked up a stout branch. She seized Apollonia's neck, bending the frightened royal victim nearly double, to prominently display her regally broad behind. The hapless queen wailed in useless protest.







Grippina thrashed the screaming, captive Queen to her knees. Queen's are not accustomed to be beaten like dogs, and the experience was a terrible revelation to Apollonia. Already demoralized by her defeat and captivity, and terrorized by the vicious dwarf, she wailed in distress, begging piteously.



Grippina paused a moment and glanced down with smug contempt, at the cowering Queen groveling at her feet. Weeping bitterly, Apollonia continued to whine and beg for mercy.





End of Part 4.


Go on to Part 5.