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Warning: This story contains graphic violence, adult language, F/F and M/F Rape. It is intended ONLY for mature adults, and SHOULD NOT be read by anyone under the age of twenty-one.

By

GW
GW Page at the
Valkyrie.
(gwalb@nycap.rr.com or gwalb@yahoo.com)

It was the first days of winter, The night was cold, but the moon was bright. A band of armed, mounted figures rode through the moonlit night. At their head, was a tall, cloaked figure, on a great, white stallion. The column was silent except for the occasional jingle of a spur or weapon belt. At the top of a small hill, the leader signaled a halt. The party looked down at the new Custom House, that had just been completed, and was scheduled to open the very next day. Its purpose was to impose a new tax on the produce of the peasants, as they came to market. The leader gave a signal, and several of the horsemen lit torches. At the next signal, the mounted band swept down the hill.

Throwing aside the cloak, the figure on the white stallion was revealed as a large, strongly formed, masked woman. Though
her attire was masculine, its spirited hues, and her own voluptuous curves, made it undeniably, most decidedly feminine. The tall woman drew a sword and pistol, and leaped into the middle of the fray, knocking one of the enemy to the ground with the hilt of her sword. She knocked another off his horse, with the barrel of her heavy pistol, seemingly reluctant to kill or wound the enemy. As the battle went on, the men with torches set the new Custom House ablaze.

When the fire was blazing out of control, the Leader of the attackers called out in a silvery voice, that rang clearly through the night.

The daring female commander's followers swiftly disengaged from the enemy, and melted away into the night. Their gallant leader was the last to ride off, first making sure all her followers had ridden safely away. The Commander of the opposing guard force attacked the woman with his sword.

The tall woman fought back with spirited skill, finally unhorsing her foe, before she gaily rode off into the night, with a silvery laugh of victory.

The Golden Flame and her fearless followers had struck another blow against government tyranny.....

The day following the destruction of the new Custom House, the great, Royal Palace of Dravania was aflurry with activity, in preparation for the great New Year's Eve Ball, that would take place the following evening, to welcome in the New Year of 1893. Despite the gala preparations, in the royal council chamber, the Council of State was in the midst of an acrimonious debate. Young Queen Angelica was at odds with the majority of the Council, and was arguing vehemently, and passionately, against the other members.

The tiny country had a rigid constitution, that left all power in the hands of the Council of State. Queen Angelica had only one vote out of five. Until last year, she had been able to carry a majority of the votes, and introduce many democratic reforms, in her small country. Last year, though, her younger sister, the Princess Elfrieda, had turned twenty-one, and taken her place on the council. To spite the older sister, she always resented, and in fact detested, Elfrieda consistently voted with their Machiavellian uncle, the Archduke Boris, and his loyal cohort the Archbishop, giving Boris a majority to carry out his own agenda.

With Elfrieda's connivance, Boris was able to reverse all of the Queen's new reforms, and change government policy to one bordering on tyranny. As a result, a strong revolutionary movement swept the country. It was even suspected, the beautiful, young Queen had herself lent encouragement to its leaders, particularly the Golden Flame. The result of these activities, was a series of guerrilla raids against the repressive government measures, culminating the night before, in the burning of the new Custom House, The other members of the Council were outraged, and Archduke Boris proposed stern new repressive measures. Despite her impassioned opposition the Queen, was again outvoted, and her uncle's policies adopted, the last in a long list of such infamies.

Furious, Queen Angelica had stormed out of council chamber, and repaired to the throne room. There, she swiftly disposed of several Official audiences. Those Royal obligations concluded, there were few other Royal duties scheduled, until after the start of the New Year. Queen Angelica retired to her private apartments, still deeply disturbed, by the outcome of the Council session.

In her own private chamber, the Queen anxiously shooed her ladies in waiting from her apartments, even succeeding in sending away her loyal maid, Sasha. Once alone, Angelica partially disrobed. She was about to open a locked closet, when she heard a slight noise from behind one of the ornate hangings. Disdaining any threat of assassination, not to mind her own near nudity, Angelica fearlessly pulled aside the curtain. She was infuriated to find her sister Elfrieda hiding there.

Angelica faced her sister angrily. "What are you doing there, you little SNEAK?" She demanded haughtily.

Why paying a sisterly visit to my gracious sovereign! Elfrieda a smirked insolently

"A visitor knocks to announce her presence, and doesn't skulk behind the draperies, like a RAT in the wall, to spy!"

Elfrieda's insolence was always annoying, but this evening it was especially infuriating to the Queen, knowing how close she had come to revealing the contents of the locked closet, to her vicious, younger sister, and would-be rival for the throne.

The smirk didn't leave Elfrieda's face, but her cold eyes narrowed, at the insult.

"Why are you so concerned, Angelica, 'DEAR'? Have you something to hide? A lover concealed in the closet, perhaps? You can tell me! There should be no secrets between loving sisters! I'll understand, if you have some rude, virile, stable hand concealed, in readiness to 'cover" the Royal mare!"

Angelica's eyes narrowed, flashing green fire, but then she laughed icily. "You are such an obscene little Slut! If you had not been born a Princess, you would have done well as the village bawd!"

Eye to eye, the sisters glared in hatred for a moment, after the exchange of insults. Not only diametrically opposed politically, the Royal sisters were, physically, direct opposites, as well. Angelica was tall and red haired, with a fantastically voluptuous body, that often provoked embarrassing reactions in foreign diplomats. Now, her opulent breasts heaved in anger, almost spilling from the green corset, she was about to remove.

Elfrieda was within an inch or two of Angelica's height, but much slimmer, with ebony black hair, and frigid, blue eyes. As was her custom, she was mannishly dressed in the uniform of a Royal Hussar. Though after the leaving the Council of State she discarded the hussar jacket, and wore only a masculine white shirt. As she knew, the attire perfectly suited her slim, angular figure.

Angelica continued to eye her sister, with suspicion. She knew that Elfrieda, like their Uncle Boris, was cold and merciless, and would stop at nothing in her drive for power. She remembered the old rumors, about her wild mother, and Boris. It always seemed impossible to Angelica, that Elfrieda could be the daughter of her kindly, long dead father, Good King Peter. In fact, Elfrieda was the image of the old king's, half brother Boris. Even as a small child, Elfrieda had hated Angelica, jealous that her older sister was heir to the throne. Now grown, the younger woman's cold savagery, often made the Queen uneasy.

“Get out of my chambers, you nasty little spy! I'm dressing!” Angelica commanded, in her most imperious tone. Then, she turned contemptuously away, and as though in contemptuous dismissal, unhooked her corselet, carelessly exposing her sumptuous, nude body to view.

Angelica's breasts sprang free like huge, ripe fruit. Nude, she was as robustly vigorous, as some opulent, love goddess, by Rubens. In preparation for assuming the throne, Angelica had received a Spartan upbringing. Under the direction of her childhood tutor, Major General Hoffman, she still exercised rigorously every day, as well as spending long hours in the hunting saddle. Her strenuous regimen, made her lush, bountiful hips, and long, fully curved legs, temptingly, taut and strong.

In fact, so opulently curved were the Queen's lower extremities, as to be thought out of proportion, if not so gracefully counterbalanced, by her broad shoulders and particularly her regally massive bust. Yet her austere, military posture, so gracefully supported her sumptuous bosom, that, her ripe, globular breasts rode at a jaunty tilt, set defiantly high on her broad chest, belying their massiveness. In contrast to her riper curves, Angelica's royal belly and waist were breathtakingly slim, though strongly molded by her constant exercise. The daring roue, Simon Michaelovich once spanned that temptingly tiny waist, with two large hands, finding it sinuous as cat, and receiving a head jolting slap for his impertinence.

As Angelica reached for her dressing gown, Elfrieda snatched it out of her reach.

"Give me that, you insufferable, little sneak!" Angelica demanded, in no mood to play anymore silly games.

"Try to take it, 'Dear Sister!" Elfrieda smirked. Angelica made a grab for the gown, but Elfrieda held it behind her back. The Queen reached around her sister, to snatch the gown. Up close to Elfrieda, Angelica was on one foot, and slightly off balance.

Without so much warning, as the flicker of an eyelid, Elfrieda rammed her knee into the Queen's exposed crotch. Angelica's face went white. She sank helplessly to her knees, holding herself. She looked up in impotent fury, at her cruelly laughing sister. Through clenched teeth, she choked:

Elfrieda laughed, even harder at her sister's threat. “Why don't you call the guards, and let them see you lying on the floor, naked, at your little sister's mercy?"

“I don't need the guards to deal with YOU!” Angelica gasped, still breathless from Elfrieda’s cowardly attack.

"Really? Do you think so? That crown on your swelled head always gave you unwarranted conceit.” Elfrieda smirked. “I'm not a little girl, that you can bully, any more!” It was unlikely anyone had ever bullied Elfrieda, in her life.

Angelica angrily tried to jump to her feet, but the sudden movement renewed her distress. She gulped at the pain, and couldn't rise from her knees. As she strained to rise, Elfrieda buried the toe of her riding boot in Angelica's belly. The kick took Angelica's breath completely away, and she nearly passed out.

"You seem in need of assistance, my Queen! May I offer it, Your Royal Highness?" Elfrieda inquired with sarcastic sweetness.

A hint of madness tinged Elfrieda’s loud laughter, as she reached down with both hands, and seized both of Angelica's enormous, choral tipped breasts. Her small hands couldn't encompass all of their rich fullness, so as to effectively use them as a grip. Instead, the cruelly laughing Princess pinched the coral nipples between thumb and forefinger. Angelica felt as though her sister's small fingers were made of steel

"Owrrrr, let go! Oh curse you, you Bitch! LET GO! YOU LITTLE BITCH" The Queen hissed in anguish.

"Make me, or was that a Royal Command?" Elfrieda snickered, ignoring Angelica's protests.

Elfrieda pulled the Queen to her feet, by tugging relentlessly on the royal bosom. Her claw-like fingers were like metal pincers, crushing the erect nipples, adorning the succulent orbs. The cruel pressure on her delicate breasts multiplied the pain, that still raged in Angelica's lower body. She panted out sharp cries of pain, as Elfrieda forced her, to her feet.

Once the Queen was on her feet, Elfrieda released her, and Angelica swayed back and forth, her legs still unsteady. Her face was starkly white, tinged with green. Perspiration covered her high, white brow, despite the chill in the drafty old castle room.

"You need a lesson in the duties of queen-ship! As your sister it is up to me to teach you that lesson!" Elfrieda crowed, as she seized a handful of bright red hair, and pulled her sister's face close to her own. "When your lesson's done, you'll CRINGE, when I so much as look at you."

To punctuate her threat, Elfrieda drove her fist straight into the center of Angelica's strongly molded belly, just below her naval. Despite the rubbery resistance of Angelica's well muscled, lower torso, Elfrieda buried her small, hard fist, in the smooth, creamy flesh. The Queen swallowed convulsively. Her wide, red mouth fell open, and worked near soundlessly, in anguish. Her soft moans were drowned by her sister's half-mad laughter.

Angelica threw her arms around Elfrieda, trying to lock her sister's arms at her side, and perhaps needing the support, to keep from falling. The effort failed, when the cruel, black haired witch raked her sharp, red nails down Angelica's broad back. She left eight bloody furrows on velvety, carnation flesh.

"Stop it! St-stop it, you bitch!"The Queen moaned. Unwisely, she let go of Elfrieda’s arms, and lurched away, her big shapely legs trembling. Elfrieda followed after her her tottering sister, a sadistic glow lighting up her cruelly beautiful face.

"I've waited for this day, my entire life. I've just gotten started! I can't stop for a long time yet." Elfrieda purred, hungrily. Like a cruel hunting cat, she stalked the Queen, striking out with cold fury, at her hated older sister. Her fists struck again and again, aimed principally at Angelica's strong, white belly. Angelica tried to defend herself, but her weary arms were trembling, as violently as her legs, and Elfrieda easily batted them aside.

The Queen tottered away from Elfrieda, moaning as each new blow added to her anguish. At last, her powerfully curved, white legs buckled. She fell on her knees, with a gasping, breathless sob. Crouching at her merciless sister's feet, Angelica hugged her tormented belly. Elfrieda looked down, unmoved by the Queen's cruel suffering, in fact pitilessly and smugly enchanted by it.

From her high riding boot, Elfrieda pulled a riding whip. She had just now remembered it. She had once beaten a dog to death with it. The thought of using it on her sister's white body, sent an ecstatic thrill of pleasure through her body. Angelica's eyes were dazed and unfocused. She didn't even see the savage quirt, until it slashed across her shoulders.

Angelica screamed shrilly, "Oww, YOU WRETCH, how can you do such a thing to your own sister, and DARE do it to your Queen?"

Smilingly, Elfrieda ignored her sister's plaintive question. Her next blow fell on Angelica's neck, nearly snapping it, and knocking the Queen over on her hands and knees. Now, Angelica's firm, opulently ripe, buttocks were vulnerably exposed to Elfrieda’s evilly gleaming, blue eyes. The elegant globes gleamed like two full moons. Elfrieda slashed them, repeatedly, raising a series of bloody welts on the delicate, carnation hued flesh.

Wailing and howling, on the verge of hysteria, Angelica tried desperately to roll away from the fiery lash. Rolling on her back, she screamed, when her bottom cheeks scraped the rough carpet. Angelica could think of nothing, but the ravaging pain, and Elfrieda took her, by surprise, once again. The merciless, young tormentor's foot pinned Angelica's cascading waves of bright, auburn tresses to the floor, her foot, so close to Angelica's head, that the Queen was trapped where she lay.

Elfrieda pressed her other foot down on Angelica's wrist, imprisoning her right arm. Now Elfrieda had the target she had long sought and dreamed of. Futilely, Angelica tried to cover her breasts, with her left arm. She knew instinctively, the target her small bosomed sister would choose. It was impossible to protect the bounteous fullness of her enormous bosom, with only one hand. The epically large globes spilled across Angelica's broad chest in lavish abandon, though losing none of their firm, resilient, shapeliness.

"Those great, fat, overgrown, cow udders will be properly massaged NOW, Sister Dear!" Elfrieda promised, in near ecstasy. Then with the full strength of her wiry body, she sliced the whip across Angelica's enormous breasts. The Queen partially covered her left breast, but the whip sliced her right nipple. Her shrieks of wretched distress echoed through the chamber. Only the twelve foot thick, stone walls, of the old castle, prevented her heartrending cries being heard throughout the royal residence.

The Queen's powerful body thrashed madly beneath her younger sister's boot heels. Her great, white legs kicked with enormous power, but to no avail. Elfrieda sliced at Angelica's bosom, and at her firmly molded belly, without pity. The pain became unendurable, but Angelica's cries died to whimpering moans, as her eyelids fluttered and she started to lose consciousness.

Still not sated by the torment, she had inflicted, Elfrieda leaned forward, and with all the strength of her back, and strong wiry body, laid the lash across the Queen's burnished red, pubic thatch. Queen Angelica's body leaped, as if jolted by a lethal dose of electricity. At the horrible, agonizing blow to her most sensitively, intimate treasure, Angelica's huge, green eyes rolled upward, and her straining body went limp.

Seeing her sister had passed out, Elfrieda stepped away from her. "No use whipping the Bitch, if she can't 'enjoy' it!" She slid her vicious whip back into her boot.

Elfrieda looked down at her sister's still body. A few moans still escaped Angelica's ripe, red lips, and sent thrills of pleasure through the cruel Princess's loins.

With an evil smile, Elfrieda left the Queen's chambers, swaggering arrogantly in victory. She knew her regally proud sister would never reveal, what her younger sister had done to her.

"It would just be too, TOO humiliating for the arrogant, conceited bitch!" Elfrieda thought in delight. "Oh I wish I could have had the Court Photographer in to for an official Royal Portrait!"

Several minutes later, Angelica sat up, moaning louder. She gingerly touched the abused red-thatched treasure, between her opulent white thighs, and winced at the pain. “Oh that filthy little bitch! I'd like to have her drawn and quartered!

"I’d have to tell people what happened, though!” Angelica thought with a shudder, just as Elfrieda had anticipated. "Best keep it to myself! Oh THAT BITCH! Wait until next time!"

It was torment to move. "Oh how could I have been so stupid, as to let that hateful, little Bitch surprise me that way? I might better turn my back on a poisonous snake!"

Although Elfrieda was five years younger, as a child, she had often physically attacked her older sister, in furious uncontrollable rages, usually when Angelica's back was turned. Angelica always subdued the younger girl, but her own body had often, been bruised, and hurt for days after.

“Well, it could have been worse. The little Bitch might have found the Flame's costume in the Queen's chambers! At least, I hope she didn't find it! I don't know how long the little weasel was in here, snooping! The sneaky little rodent!”

The Queen's greatest secret was that, disguised as the Golden Flame, she had personally led many of the Guerrilla raids, that so troubled the Council. Tonight, she was scheduled to lead another such raid.

“I must hurry!” Angelica thought, as she glanced up at a jeweled clock on the mantel.

Wearily, Angelica climbed to her feet. She moaned at a stab of pain. "Oh that bitch!" Angelica glanced down at her nude body. There were vicious welts, all over her splendid, voluptuous curves. No matter which way she turned, it smarted or hurt. Each movement caused a new stab of pain to some intimate portion of her gorgeous form.

Angelica walked gingerly to the concealed panel, and unlocked it. She took out the costume of the Golden Flame, gold colored blouse, white doeskin riding breeches, and maroon suede riding boots. She laid aside the matching maroon cape of velvet, and golden hood and mask, as well as the heavy weapons belt with saber and pistol, that would complete the costume.

Painfully, Angelica stepped into a pair of pantaloons, the only undergarment she wore under the Flame's garb. Then, she drew on the riding breeches.

"Ouch! Wish they weren't so tight!" She grimaced, as the heavy material clung painfully to her ripely swelling, painfully welted buttocks. She buttoned the blouse over her massive bosom. The yellow silk strained, to contain the grandeur of her huge, high-set breasts, revealing an exciting display of daring decolletage.

Angelica winced again, as she leaned over to draw on the riding boots. "Damn her!"

When Princess Elfrieda left the royal chamber, she swaggered down the corridor, smiling triumphantly. Then she paused.

"Oh but I'd like to see that arrogant bitch's face right now, when she realizes her little sister whipped her like a dog! Well..."

Elfrieda turned on her heel, and walked silently back to the Queen's door. Seeing no Guard on duty outside, and always a sneak and spy, since she was a child, Elfrieda slipped up to the door, and peered through the large, old-fashioned keyhole.

To Elfrieda's amazement, she saw her beautiful, red-haired sister donning the costume of the Golden Flame.

"Damn it! I knew the Bitch was behind the rebels, but I never dared hope, the fat cow was the Golden Flame, herself! This is the chance I've prayed for!"

Elfrieda silently tried the door, and found it open. "Careless Bitch!" She thought as she boldly stepped inside the room.

Angelica was just about to don the hooded mask, when her sister burst in upon her. Angelica gasped in dismay.

"Shameless Slut!" Even the jealous Elfrieda had to admit, that the costume beautifully displayed the Queen's opulent form, to full advantage. Angelica's regal, full blown bosom filled the gold blouse to overflowing, and her white riding breeches clung to her shapely, strongly molded legs, like a second skin.

Angelica had just donned the maroon sash, that highlighted her trim, girlish waist, so beguilingly. Her long, bronze red hair hung unbound down her back, about to be held in place by hood and mask. Her weapons belt, with sword and pistol, lay on the table, beside her.

"So the Queen herself is the arch traitoress? What a scandal THIS will cause in the chancelleries of Europe! We shall surely depose you now, you Jacobin Slut" Elfrieda cackled

Queen Angelica was well aware, Boris and Elfrieda were scheming to depose her, or else imprison the legitimate Queen, and name Elfrieda, Regent. There would be little opposition to their plans, in the higher circles of the country, now that Elfrieda could reveal that the Queen was herself the rebel leader.

"Get out of my apartments, you despicable, little sneak!" The angry Queen commanded imperiously. "After tonight's council session, I resolved to openly join the rebels, so it doesn't matter, what you've discovered." After the stormy session, Angelica had, indeed, concluded that her best option was to lead a popular uprising, and forestall Boris and her sister, once and for all.

"It matters to you, if you are arrested here, before you join your Jacobin friends." Elfrieda retorted. "As a member of the Council of State, I have the authority, and the duty, to arrest the Queen, herself, if she has violated the Constitution, and I do hereby declare You under arrest!"

"We are not amused by your effrontery, Sister." the Queen sneered scornfully. "Try to enforce your 'arrest', Little Sister! It will do you no good to call the guards, they are all loyal to me!"

"I think I just demonstrated, that I need no guards to arrest YOU, you Fat, Useless COW!" Elfrieda smirked, maliciously.

"Oh! And if you are thinking of calling the guards to protect YOU, from your 'little sister', didn't you pay attention in council? The Royal Guards were changed this evening, replaced by soldiers from Uncle Boris's own regiment, for the ball tomorrow! Oh! That's right! We passed THAT resolution, after you stormed from the Council chamber, in royal dudgeon!"

"How dare you, behind My Back!" Angelica snapped. She had no doubt, that what the malicious, little bitch said was true. "Well, no matter now!" She thought to herself. She glanced at the clock again. Time was short, and she was due to meet the rebel band, in little more than an hour, and the ride was long.

"No time now, but oh how I'd like to...!" Angelica snatched up her weapon belt, and swiftly drew her saber before Elfrieda could reach her. A moment later, the point was pressed against Elfrieda's slim throat. She hissed furiously, but knew her sister had gained the advantage. Angelica had once humiliated her, by soundly defeating her in a fencing match, and she had no wish to brave the beautiful Queen's sword point, UNARMED.

"Luckily for you, you little Bitch, I haven't time to deal with you, with my bare bands, tonight, but the next time we meet, you will pay dearly for what you did earlier! I promise you!" Angelica nearly snarled, reminded of her humiliation. "Oh! If I only could feel your scrawny little neck in my hands, tonight! Now get in there!"

The Queen forced Elfrieda, at swords point, into the small closet, that had held her costume.

Her hands clenched, furiously at her sides, face white with anger, Elfrieda stepped into the closet. As Angelica lowered her sword arm, to close the door, Elfrieda flung herself at the bigger woman. Angelica smacked the black haired girl so hard across the face, with her left hand, that Elfrieda was flung against the wall, and slipped down, to sit on the floor, her head spinning.

"Something to remember, until next time, when I can do it properly!" Angelica snapped, as she locked her sister inside the closet.

Angelica, in the guise of the Golden Flame slipped quietly through a private passage to the tables. A short time later she was galloping on her great white stallion, to lead the rebels

This night before the raid, the Golden Flame briefly addressed her followers. As she spoke to her rebel band, she tore off the mask concealing her beautiful features, revealing the well known visage of their sovereign.

"It is your Queen who leads you tonight!" Angelica cried, gaily. "Let us ride to victory!"

Emboldened by the Queen's own leadership, the raid that night was even more successful than past nights. Following the raid, the Queen joined the small cadre of full time rebels in the field, sharing their hardships, and living in their rude camps. Word soon spread throughout Dravania, that the Queen had joined the rebels as their leader. Many more disaffected peasants rushed to join her standard. The small Dravanian Army, of divided loyalty, seemed unable, or unwilling, to effectively deal with the rebels.

Boris appealed to the Austrian Emperor for aid, but Franz Josef, though always intolerant of popular revolt, was loath to take sides against another legitimate monarch. In disgust, Boris and Elfrieda organized a force of mounted, foreign mercenaries. Elfrieda, herself, dressed in her familiar Hussar uniform, took command of the group, and personally led it in the field.

Rather than fall into the hands of her triumphant sister, Elfrieda rode off, leaving her followers to fend for themselves. Seeing her sister's flight, Angelica personally gave chase, almost glad that none of her followers were close enough, to aid her. Angelica had a personal score to settle today!

As the chase continued, the Golden Flame's large stallion, though more heavily burdened, narrowed the distance between Angelica and her quarry.

Elfrieda reached a forested area. Beyond the wooded area, was the hunting lodge, that had been the prerogative of her father King Peter but was now hers. Elfrieda had many armed retainers stationed there, and it would be a retreat of relative safety. Elfrieda realized she could never make it through the heavy underbrush on horse back. Leaping from the saddle, she proceeded on foot.

A few moments later, Angelica reached her sister's horse, and quickly dismounted.

"Little Bitch isn't going to escape that easily!" Angelica resolved, as she continued the chase on foot.

As she hunted the elusive Elfrieda, through the heavy woods, Angelica's big breasts jounced in excitement, straining her gold blouse. In her eagerness for retribution, she ran with the swiftness of a she-wolf, though her heavy riding boots were scarce suited for running through the heavy underbrush.

Fleeing through the woods. Elfrieda glanced backward, and noted that the her beautiful purser, was gaining on her a bit, though she was younger than Angelica, and two stone lighter.

"Damn Bitch must really want me badly, to move her fat carcass like that? Well, maybe I want HER, just as badly! We're alone here, and this is as good a place as any!"

Elfrieda stopped, turned at bay. When Angelica saw Elfrieda halt, she slowed to a walk, and approached warily. Elfrieda was apparently not armed, but the Queen knew from bitter experience, her foe was as tricky and dangerous as a snake. She knew her pistol was empty, started to draw her sword, but thought better of it. The brush was too thick and overgrown, to use it effectively, and she left it in the scabbard. She unbuckled the heavy weapon belt, and let it drop to the ground.

Angelica was well over five and a half feet tall and weighed eleven stone. Yet her tight blouse, and skin tight white riding britches revealed exceedingly well formed limbs, of obvious great strength. Though her body was more than ripely developed, she was as shapely, and beautiful, as any man could desire. Angelica's heavy, burnished, red hair hung down her back, unbound, and her aristocratic face was flushed from her run through the woods. Her sparkling green eyes, now snapping dangerously, emphasized her extraordinary beauty.

"I don't need weapons, for HER! This way is better! I can't wait to get my bare hands on her!"

As usual, Elfrieda was clad in tight fitting hussar's uniform, of red and black. It emphasized the subtle, more delicate curves of her slim angular body. She threw off the jacket as she ran, and after the exertion, her pert, erect breasts rose and fell rapidly under her tight, white shirt. Her raven hair was cut almost mannishly short, calling attention to her cold, white face, so unlike her sister's, yet equally beautiful.

Elfrieda's icy, blue eyes were as expressionless, as a snake, as she returned her sister's glare. She had longed for this opportunity since their last meeting. Trapped in that tiny closet, she had promised herself, her day would come. She felt a surge of anticipation, course through her slim body, and through her loins, at the thought

Yes! Yes! There could be no better delight, than facing her sister again, hand to hand; woman to woman!

"Will you come along peacefully, or must I use force?" Angelica asked, hoping her sister would choose the latter option, and sure she would. She felt that same eager thrill of anticipation, as Elfrieda.

"You may try to force me, if you wish, you Jacobin, Rebel Bitch, but I have sworn to bring YOU to justice, and perhaps to my dear uncle for his pleasure, after I've had mine of course!" Elfrieda replied venomously. She pulled out her fearsome, short riding quirt from her boot, and tried to slash Angelica with it.

Angelica was hardly taken by surprise, this time. The tall Queen caught hold of the whip, and grasped it firmly. The two sisters stained against one another. Angelica a trifle taller, and much stronger, was gradually tearing it from Elfrieda’s hands, when the wily Princess threw her self backward, dragging Angelica with her.

As Angelica was pulled down atop the younger woman, she felt a small booted foot in her belly, and then she was hurtling head over heels, through the air. Angelica crashed down on her back, her head glancing off an exposed rock.

Before the stunned queen could clear her swimming head, and rise, Elfrieda bounded to her feet. Still holding the stiff quirt, she drove the end of it like a spear into Angelica’s belly. Angelica cried out, and rolled over on her hands and knees. Elfrieda rained blows down on the Queen's back and buttocks. The savage attack knocked Angelica down flat, and each time she tired to get up, Elfrieda smashed her flat again.

"That big bottom of yours was just made to be beaten!" Elfrieda laughed in delight.

"Oww! Damn you Bitch!" Angelica hissed, and managed to twist around and grab the quirt again. She tugged with all her strength, and pulled Elfrieda down beside her. Elfrieda let go of her beloved whip, and scrambled to her feet. Angelica followed quickly to face her sister; her proud face was flushed with anger. In possession of the whip, the queen disdainfully flung it to the ground.

"Really, Angelica! Big as you are, you are just too clumsy, and slow-witted to fight me!" Elfrieda taunted aloud. "It's no wonder, though, that you fight like a fat cow, since you look so like one! No man ever looks at you, when I'm in the room!"

Angelica was already sure her Royal honor would never be satisfied, until she ripped the smaller girl to shreds. At the smirk and jibe, her green eyes blazed furiously; the stinging pain in her buttocks, still smarting from Elfrieda's whip fueled her fury.

In Royal fury, Angelica flung herself at Elfrieda, eager to seize Elfrieda's black hair, and tear it out by the roots. The impact knocked Elfrieda backward and sideways. Elfrieda recovered her balance, and whirled back to face her sister, just as the raging Queen crashed into her again. Elfrieda barely stayed on her feet this time. She stumbled backward, a little dazed by the forceful impact, of her sister's full figured body striking her.

Seeing her sister's confusion, and tigerishly eager for vengeance, Angelica followed attacking her slim sister furiously, striking at her with wildly, powerful blows.

Elfrieda was knocked backwards, by the onslaught, but quickly recovered her composure.

Elfrieda backed away, coolly encouraging Angelica to swing wildly at her. She began to flick retaliatory, counter punches at the enraged, red-haired Queen. Some might have thought Elfrieda’s education a loss. She had been expelled from one exclusive school after another, but at each one, she had quickly dominated the other pupils. That had taken many physical battles, and Elfrieda had learned, that cool calculation always paid off in those fights.

Angelica, more temperate in nature, and educated by tutors, had not shared Elfrieda’s opportunities to learn the finer points of feline interchange. She was too furious, to think of anything, but beating her despicable sister senseless with her big fists. She brushed Elfrieda’s lighter punches away, as though they were gnats. She swung her powerful arms, with unrestrained fury. Her slim sister was an elusive target. The proud Queen's roundhouse swings seldom connected, while Elfrieda’s more carefully aimed, less powerful jabs, rarely missed.

Elfrieda smiled with cold satisfaction. Angelica panted in frustration, unable to hit the elusive, younger girl, solidly. Elfrieda's tiny fists, struck her, again and again. Though not doing too much damage, they stung, infuriating so.

"I-I'll kill you when I get hold of you!" Angelica gasped breathlessly, in thwarted fury, attacking even more recklessly.

Elfrieda continued backing away, her jabbing, accurate, infuriating, thrusts never ceasing, patiently waiting for her heavier, and less agile sister to tire. Elfrieda’s patience was soon rewarded. The Queen's heroic bosom rose and fell ever more rapidly. She was ever more chagrined, at failing to repay her evil sister, for the smarting pain in her magnificent backside, that had still not quite subsided.

Angelica's punches grew even wilder, and in her feverish fury, even less effective. Meanwhile, Elfrieda’s cool jabs grew steadily harder, as it was less necessary to guard herself so carefully. She aimed skillfully, striking the tiring Queen's, proudly, beautiful body where she was most vulnerable. Small fists smacked solidly into meaty, erect breasts, or sank into resilient belly flesh.

While Angelica's hands were bare, Elfrieda still wore thick, gauntleted riding gloves. Angelica's knuckles were already bruised and sore, from the few blows she had landed.

Elfrieda continued her merciless counterattack, with a gloved right fist to the Queen's large, aristocratic nose. The pain stabbed directly into Angelica's brain. This time it was Angelica, who staggered away from Elfrieda,

Elfrieda followed her sister quickly. She seized a handful of long, burnished red hair, and steadied Angelica's face. Elfrieda’s fist smashed into the Queen's mouth, and Angelica tasted blood.

Angelica stumbled, and Elfrieda danced behind her, and pounded her kidneys. When Angelica swung around to defend herself. she found her sister waiting for her. Elfrieda hit her hard, with a left cross to the mouth, and a right uppercut to the jaw. The Queen's huge, emerald green, eyes glazed in confusion, nearly crossing, and her guard dropped. Elfrieda added to her confusion, and pain, with a deadly right handed punch to her lower belly.

Elfrieda recalled with amusement the stable hand, a former pugilist, who had been flattered to clandestinely instruct a royal princess in the finer points of the art. The errant, youthful Princess spent many enjoyable hours learning. Her instructor would have been proud of his pupil's skill, if not her treasonous motives.

Elfrieda's scathing laugh penetrated her pain and confusion, and reignited Angelica's fury. She rushed at Elfrieda, but the wily vixen danced away laughing; her foot lashed out, catching Angelica on her well rounded thigh.

Angelica was too angry to consider caution. She rushed at her sister heedlessly again. This time, Elfrieda slipped sideways, and grasped her maddened foe by the arm. Elfrieda swung her around, and flung the Queen face first into a tree. Angelica’s momentum, augmented by her sister's wiry strength, resulted in a jarring impact!

Elfrieda seized two handfuls of rich, dark red hair, and rapidly dragged Angelica backward. Angelica’s foot caught on an outgrowing tree root, and tripped her. The Queen went down hard on her well shaped, expansively contoured, behind, still sore from the whip.

Elfrieda laughed madly in pleasure, as with a hard twist of Angelica’s hair, she sent her sister rolling over the hard ground. Angelica landed on hands and knees. Two vicious kicks rolled Angelica over on her back.

Elfrieda leaped through the air, and landed booted feet first on Angelica’s belly. Angelica gasped breathlessly, her body doubling in two, long legs kicking convulsively in the air. Elfrieda dropped hard on the same spot, to sit astraddle Angelica's prone body. Angelica was still woozy from the buffeting Elfrieda had given her, or she might have rolled her sister off with ease.

Elfrieda ripped open Angelica's golden bodice, tearing the buttons off in her eagerness. Angelica’s huge, milky breasts breast sprang free. Angelica screamed in agony in humiliation, as Elfrieda gleefully grasped those opulent, royal melons, squeezing without mercy. Angelica could feel Elfrieda's sharp claws, tearing at her, even through the gloves .

“Oowwww! Stop that! Damn you, you nasty, little Bitch!" Angelica screamed. Maddened by the excruciating pain, she twisted around, and finally threw Elfrieda off.

Once free of her she-demon sister, Angelica jumped to her feet. Elfrieda jumped up, and came after her sister in a flash. Angelica swung at her sister with all her might, but the quick wily Elfrieda ducked the punch, and butted Angelica in the stomach. Elfrieda’s hard head drove the breath from Angelica’s body once again, and slammed her backward into another tree trunk. The impact cracked Angelica's head against the tree so hard, that she saw stars.

Angelica was trapped between the tree, and Elfrieda's deadly fists. The grinning, black haired girl relentlessly drove her small, deadly fists into Angelica’s lower abdomen. Angelica couldn't escape, as those hammering fists nailed her broad back against the rough bark of the tree. The devastating blows soon took their toll; Angelica's knees buckled, and she slid to her knees.

"Hardly, you miserable, little Bitch!" Angelica snapped angrily, but her brave words were spoken in a voice, choked by pain.

"The little bitch IS good with her fists!" Angelica admitted, ruefully to herself. "I've got to get close enough to get my hands on her! The little baggage could never wrestle, vicious as she is!"

Though considered scandalous by some, for a Royal Princess, Angelica had learned wrestling early, as Elfrieda had learned to box. She had become an extremely skillful wrestler as a girl, and her strength and size had enabled her to beat all of the village girls, and most of the men too, for miles around. Angelica shrugged out of her now hampering, torn bodice, standing naked to the waist. The muscles of her magnificently tapered torso rippled like those of a young lioness.

Elfrieda was not impressed. "Look at the arrogant bitch, preening that whorish body! The fool thinks her grotesque muscles will defeat me!" Elfrieda thought self-confidently. "The conceited bitch was always so proud of her wrestling skills, perhaps I should give her an opportunity to display them?" Elfrieda unclenched her fists, pulled her gloves off, and flung them on the ground.

The two beautiful women circled, each looking for an advantage, and then closed, again. Locking up in a test of strength, Elfrieda’s wiry strength amazed her bigger, more brawnily built, sister. Angelica found it more difficult to throw the smaller woman to the ground, than she had anticipated.

The women strained against each other. At last, the more powerfully built Angelica felt her sister's effort weaken. She tensed her body for the final throw, but suddenly, Angelica felt Elfrieda’s resistance dissolve. Her own momentum pulled her forward. As her body went suddenly forward, Angelica half lost her balance, and Elfrieda surged forward, and pushed her over backward. Angelica landed on her back, in astonished pain. She had rarely been thrown, and never so quickly, even by the enormous, village blacksmith who dealt her, her one of her few losses.

The landing hurt more than her pride, but Angelica did her best to leap back to her feet, as Elfrieda grinned triumphantly at her.

"A little trick I learned on that State Visit you sent me on to Japan, three years ago!" Elfrieda cackled. "Perhaps, now you wish you'd gone yourself, you Dumb Cow? Like to see some other tricks?"

As soon as Angelica gained her feet, she furiously lunged at her hated sister again. As she did, Elfreda grasped her upper arm. Angelica suddenly found herself upended, and hurtling through the air. She landed with another painful, jarring impact.

Elfrieda looked at her sister, smiling contemptuously. "Oh THAT look on your stupid face is priceless!"

"Damn you, Bitch!" Angelica shouted venomously, surging back to her feet. Her legs were a little shaky, and she limped, as she sought to grab Elfrieda, again. The elusive, younger girl avoided her, forcing Angelica to lunge to catch her. Angrily, Angelica flung herself, at Elfrieda. This time, Elfrieda seized her left arm, and used her sister's own hurtling momentum, to toss her somersaulting through the air, for a third jarring, humiliating landing.

Angelica lay on her back, reluctant to get up again, wondering if she was afraid. Angry at her own reluctance, she tried to rise, but found that last disastrous impact, had badly wrenched her back. Her body hurt so, it would take a greater effort than she could immediately muster. She looked up at her sister in mystified, uneasy disbelief. She knew she was the better wrestler, but Elfrieda's skill was more like some form of unfathomable, black magic. Angelica shivered in dread, wondering what more she could do against the fiendish devil.

Before Angelica could gather herself to make another try, Elfrieda kicked her in the jaw, and then leaped astride her belly, with a yell of triumph. Her wiry hands gripped Angelica’s plump white throat, and squeezed. Angelica bucked and struggled, but she was exhausted, weakened by pain, and woozy from the deadly kick. Unable to dislodge the black haired demoness, Angelica clutched at Elfrieda's wrists, trying to tear them loose, but they seemed made of steel.

"Dear God! The Bitch means to strangle me!" Angelica tried to get a breath, but Elfrieda's deadly grip was too tight. "I-I c-can't breathe!"

Angelica's tortured lungs were nearly bursting. Her emerald green eyes, already huge with alarm, became distended, and her pink tongue protruded from her soft, full rosy lips. Her face grew red, than nearly purple. It wasn't until her sister nearly lost consciousness, that Elfrieda released her deadly grip.

Stricken by the horror of near strangulation, Angelica could do no more than gulp in precious air, to her tormented lungs. Her beautiful body shuddered convulsively, as she gulped in the air. She was still gurgling, painfully; her bruised white throat sore and paralyzed. Her stomach still churned in fear of near death.

Elfrieda gazed down at her sister's atrociously suffering face in satisfaction. "That will teach the arrogant bitch the folly of trifling with her 'little sister'!"

Still sadistically excited, Elfrieda grabbed Angelica's huge breasts. Unable to get her small hands anywhere near around their generous magnitude, she buried her slim fingers in the the rich, ivory hued flesh, near the tips, as she squeezed and clawed them. Her long sharp talons, no longer sheathed by her gloves, were now deadlier than ever. Elfrieda viciously pinched the beautiful, choral, bud-like nipples. The pain was agonizing, and Angelica screamed hysterically. Still groggy, and suffering the aftermath of the cruel throttling, she almost passed out again.

Elfrieda rose reluctantly from the half-conscious Queen. Angelica had stopped screaming, but she was still moaning and whimpering in the painful aftermath.

Elfrieda looked down at her defeated sister, craftily considering: "Don't want to kill her, and make her the peasant's martyred saint!" Elfrieda had been well taught the secrets of statecraft, by Archduke Boris.

Of course, Elfrieda had no intention of releasing Angelica, but there was no point beating the defeated Queen, anymore, here and now. Better to wait until she was better able to enjoy her sister's pain! "No doubt her peasant followers are searching for their 'beloved Queen' by now! I can't afford to lose such a prize!"

Elfrieda rolled her moaning, half-conscious sister on her belly. She picked up Angelica's own discarded blouse, and used it to tie her sister's upper arms behind her back. She then tore Angelica's sash from her slim waist, and tightly bound her wrists. At first Angelica was still too groggy to know what was happening, but when Elfrieda grasped her wrists, Angelica realized her sister's evil intent.

"What? NO! She-she defeated me...b-binding me...No, no! can't let her..." Angelica struggled desperately, to get her hands loose, but by then it was too late. Elfrieda had expertly, and most securely bound her arms behind her. Her elbows tied tightly together in the middle of her back pulled her shoulder backward, at a painful, unnatural angle.

"Hah! Trussed up like a fat heifer for the market!" Elfrieda chortled, as she rose to her feet.

"No! No!" Bad enough blow to Royal Pride, to be beaten nearly senseless, by that evil, little Bitch, again! "Oh How?" But to be the despicable Elfrieda's bound captive? She WAS a QUEEN! And what of her loyal followers? Her capture would mean a fatal, disastrous end, to the cause she led! Many would be executed. She must swallow her Royal Pride!

Angelica frantically jumped to her feet. She couldn't fight this devil, anymore, today, not with her arms bound! Her only chance was to flee! She MUST escape from Elfrieda's clutches!

Her enormous, nude breasts jouncing about her broad chest, Angelica ran blindly, to escape her fiendish sister.

"Careless of me! Well the fat cow won't get far in this underbrush, with her arms tied, and her big teats flopping like that!" Elfrieda leisurely paused a moment, to pick up her fallen, riding crop, before giving chase.

While Elfrieda ran with an easy lope, Angelica ran clumsily, her body stiff and crippled by injury, hampered by her bound arms. Each step sent new pain through her body. Her riding boots were not made for swift flight in the thick underbrush, and she stumbled several times.

Once, the fleeing Queen fell, and unable to break her fall, her huge breasts agonizingly absorbed the painful impact. Gurgling at the pain in her bosom, Angelica desperately managed to rise, and start running again, panting in near sobs.

When Angelica fell, Elfrieda slowed nearly to a walk, enjoying the sight of her hated sister's painful, desperate struggle to regain her feet. "Ho, ho! Look at her fat bottom waggling!"

Angelica began her mad flight, courageously resolved on the necessity for escape. But as she ran, so frantically, at each step, a little of her courageous resolve melted away, until she was running only in desperate fear, to escape the diabolical Elfrieda.

Inevitably, Elfrieda caught up with the fleeing, half-naked Queen. She grabbed a handful of long, dark red hair and jerked Angelica backward.

"No, no! L-let me go..." The Queen wailed in dismay, as Elfrieda pulled her around to face her.

Angelica eyed the whip in her sister's hand, and she trembled in apprehension. For a moment, her beautiful face betrayed a look of near panic.

"Well you fat, cowardly slut, even running like a scared rabbit didn't help you, did it? Do you yield to the better woman, as my prisoner?"

Angelica bit her lower lip, and squared her shoulders, remembering again, SHE WAS A QUEEN!

"Y-yield to you? Never! Damn you! G-go to hell!" Despite the resentful defiance of her words, Angelica's breathless, faltering half-whisper, betrayed her uncertainty, and she eyed the whip nervously, and with good reason.

With all that incredible wiry strength, Elfrieda slashed her vicious whip across Angelica bared nipples, with perfect aim.

Her enormous, heaving breasts aflame, with the fiery misery, of the first blow, Angelica saw the whip raised to strike again.

"D-don't.. don't please... yes...yes...I yield.. I yield! God forgive me! I have no choice! Yes, you vile little bitch! I'm your prisoner!"

"Call me 'Highness' when you address me, SLUT!" Elfrieda crowed, her victory inflating her conceit, already nearly unbounded.

Elfrieda raised the whip again, but Angelica whimpered “G-go to hell!”, trying to sound defiant.

The sun was near setting, and Elfrieda was anxious to be moving on. She shrugged.

Elfrieda herded her bound captive ahead of her, snapping the whip against the Queen's broad buttocks, if Angelica’s pace flagged. Each crack of the whip, against yielding white flesh elicited a sharp cry of pain. Humbled by defeat, head bowed in shame, the tall, regal, red haired woman, had no choice but to submit to this frightful indignity.

As she hurried her whimpering, yelping elder sister along, Elfrieda chortled. "Do you remember, Angelica, when I was a child, the castle swineherd's daughter sometimes let me help her drive the pigs? That was such good practice for driving my Royal SOW of a sister! Faster, I said!"

When the two sisters reached the edge of the trees, where they left their horses, Elfrieda looked warily about. Unfortunately for Angelica none of her loyal followers were in sight.

Elfrieda shoved her sister over to her own horse, and pushed the half naked Angelica against its flank. She grasped the bigger woman, around the thighs, and began to heave.

"Be Quiet!" Even for the strong, wiry Elfrieda, it was no easy task, to hoist and and maneuver, her sister's large, opulent body, but finally she settled Angelica, belly down, in front of the saddle. Once accomplished, Elfrieda sprang into the saddle herself, and took the bridle of Angelica's horse, leading it as they set out.

This evening, Elfrieda, an avid hunts-woman, carried in front of her, the greatest trophy she had ever bagged. She glanced down, gloating in triumph. Angelica’s big round bottom, straining against her skin tight breeches, pointed upward, and her head hung straight down, so that her long red hair trailed nearly to the ground.

Yes! YES! She was bearing off her hated Royal sister, a defeated prisoner, into ignominious captivity, and in this most degrading fashion, imaginable.

"Comfortable, Sister Dear?" Elfrieda sneered sarcastically, as she pinched a jiggling round buttock, so hard Angelica squealed loudly.

Elfrieda rode as swiftly as her overburdened horse could gallop, skirting the small wood, that was the scene of her triumph, toward the safety of her hunting lodge, cackling madly, every step of the way. For diversion, the heartless, half-crazed, Princess often pinched Angelica's bottom, or snapped the whip against a provocatively rounded, up-thrust buttock, or sometimes poked the butt end between the enticing globes, for the joy of hearing her proud sister's squeals and yelps of pain.

When they reached the hunting lodge, Angelica was forced to listen to the crude humor of Elfrieda’s foreign retainers, on guard at the entrance. They guffawed loudly at the sight the proud, half-naked Queen's humiliating plight. Angelica's face, already scarlet from from her upended position, burned with shame at being so immodestly displayed before these brutes. Elfrieda ordered that Angelica be dragged immediately to the old dungeon, in the subbasement.

As three large, strong men dragged Angelica, they took every opportunity, to jeeringly fondle her huge, naked breasts. Before flinging her into the cell they untied her arms. One brute then had the audacity to smack Angelica's royal behind, as he shoved her inside.

In the cell-like room, Angelica sank down in a corner, wincing as the cold, rough stone scraped her pain sensitized buttocks. She rubbed her numb arms, still nearly paralyzed by the cruel manner, Elfrieda had tied them.

The captive Queen wiped at her eyes, reddened, near tears. Angelica's face still burned in shame, at the humiliation of being reduced to a helpless prisoner, so easily, by her despised, younger sister.

"Oh Dear God we had won! Now all is lost! How did that little bitch..." Elfrieda had snatched triumphant victory from Angelica, as she once slyly snatched toys, as a greedy child.

An hour later, after fortifying herself with a meal and half bottle of wine, Elfrieda returned her attention to her unfortunate sister. She had sent word of her victory, and the Archduke Boris would join her here in two days. Tonight, she would enjoy her triumph; time enough for Royal business, tomorrow.

As she shivered in misery in the damp, chill cell, Angelica resolved to face what ordeals might come, with the dignity and courage, befitting a Queen. Yet, despite her resolve, she started fearfully, when the door was flung open, and Elfrieda swaggered inside. Angelica jumped to her feet in dread, as Elfrieda locked the door behind her.

"Tonight, you arrogant Bitch, I shall begin teaching you manners! I must teach you, that you are no longer a spoiled, conceited Queen! You shall learn manners more befitting an obedient serf, to suit you, for your future position in life!" The evilly grinning Princess informed her miserable captive.

"Now! As a start, take off the rest of that ridiculous, harlequin costume, that so disgraced our Royal Family!" Elfrieda commanded.

For emphasis, Elfrieda grabbed the waist band of Angelica's ridding britches, and roughly pulled them down to her knees, revealing a charming pair of lacy, pink pantaloons.

"Now get busy! You have no maids and servants here! Such luxuries are not for serfs!"

How dare this vile upstart? Angelica glared at her sister, her green eyes snapping with Queenly fury. Her sister's icy, blue eyes returned the glare, a sneer of contempt on her face. Elfrieda snapped her whip, meaningfully, against her hand. Angelica gulped, and the fury faded from her face. A moment later, the Queen's eyes dropped, submissively, to the floor. Her evil, younger sister had defeated her again.

In sorrowful resignation, Angelica wearily began to disrobe. Her body ached so, she had to lean against the wall to remove her boots. She pulled her riding breeches the rest of the way off, and then, most reluctantly, slid off her pantaloons.

Of course, Elfrieda had not infrequently, seen her sister, in the nude, but she never before held the Queen's life in her merciless hands. Tonight, Angelica shrank back in dread, shamed by the way her sister's glittering, icy eyes explored the secrets of her richly contoured form. With a shudder, Angelica remembered the reports of Elfrieda's doings in the women's only, cabarets of Paris. Nervously, hands fluttering, Angelica tried to shield the coppery thatch, between her lavish thighs, from Elfrieda's view.

‘”What are you hiding, Bitch? Have you a weapon concealed there?" Elfrieda sneered, with scornful irony. She roughly pulled Angelica‘s hand away. Mockingly, pretending to search, she contemptuously fondled the Queen's silkily fleeced, pubic mound.

“Oo-oh d-don’t..not there..." Angelica wailed, plaintively. Her shapely, nude body shuddered in revulsion, a blush spreading all over her milky-hued flesh, as she fearfully endured the hateful indignity. Elfrieda's fingers were like worms, crawling over her body, disgusting her regal sensibilities.

Angelica’s enormous, up-swept bosom trembled in anguished shame. Could a Queen do nothing to prevent her own degradation at the hands, of this hateful, young devil?

Then one Elfrieda's bold fingers lewdly wormed into the captive Queen's very cunny.

"Stop it! Stop it! I’ll kill you, you filthy, little slut!" Angelica screamed shrilly, slapping Elfrieda’s hands away.

"Ho, ho! So my new serf thinks she still has the luxury of a will of her own?" Elfrieda smirked. "I must teach the 'serf' better manners! Perhaps, though, for that, it is better if I am naked too?"

Elfrieda threw aside her quirt, whipped off her boots, and swiftly slid out of her shirt and breeches!

While Elfrieda hopped from foot to foot, Angelica saw the opportunity to attack. Aching to strangle the hateful reptile, something held Angelica back.

With a shock, Angelica realized: "Dear God forgive me! I'm terrified of the Devil!"

Angelica shrank away, eyes averted, loath to see the vile, young demoness naked.

“Now Royal SLUT, we are even! Two naked women alone, and if you defy me again, I will break you with my bare hands! Of course, perhaps you dare think, you can defeat me and escape? The key to the cell is there in my breeches!"

Y-yes yes! I w-will!" Angelica murmured breathlessly, trying to sound defiantly confident.

"NO, Sister Dear! You KNOW in your heart, that, as usual, I will beat you senseless!" Elfrieda promised gaily.

Angelica resolutely, clenched her fists, and faced the evil upstart. This would be her last chance! She MUST defeat this ruthless devil, and free herself, AND and her people! But Angelica's heart hammered with fear! Elfrieda had defeated her twice. She had believed the first time was some fluke; Elfrieda caught her by surprise. She knew, though, this afternoon was no fluke. Strong and fearless as a lioness, she yet proved no match, for the skill and savagery of the younger girl.

Trembling nervously, Angelica waited warily for Elfrieda to make the first move, unable to bring herself to initiate this final fateful duel for supremacy.

Elfrieda had no such reluctance; eagerly, she reached out, and sank her claws in Angelica’s crotch, pinching and ripping at it.

Beautiful Angelica shrieked, and fell to her knees at Elfrieda's feet, clutching her frightful injury.

Elfrieda jerked her sister's head up by the hair, and slapped her face back and forth. Elfrieda took her time, leisurely, but brutally, smacking the beautiful face she hated so, back and forth, until it was blazing. Dizzy and confused, Angelica’s ears rang, and she cried out in distress.

In desperation, the battered, older girl tore her mane of glorious red hair free, and stumbled to her feet. It was a painful effort; her strong, rounded legs felt like jelly. Wildly, Angelica looked for some escape, but there was no place to run. She was trapped in this evil den, with this devil from hell!

"No, Pet, there is nowhere to run, is there? The door is locked, Dearest Sister! Like that smelly closet you once locked me in! If you want the key, you must TAKE it from ME!"

Angelica's broad shoulders slumped, all but giving up hope. Elfrieda grasped her arm and easily pulled the big, cringing redhead close, face to face.

"No there is no escape, Cowardly Slut? Just you, and MY Fists!" AS Elfrieda spoke, she drove her fist into her sister's white belly, hardly missing her burnished pubic thatch.

Angelica stumbled backward, with a grunt of pain. Elfrieda shifted her target. Her balled fists pounded the great, pointed mounds of Angelica ’s magnificent Royal bosom. Angelica's gorgeous breasts bounced and jiggled, as Elfrieda buried her small fists in the sumptuous flesh.

Angelica cried out, between choking sobs. "Ohhh s-st-stop...stop! Pl-pleeaaase! Owww nooaa....I-I...ooooh please, st-stop! Won't y-you stopp? Ohh for the love of God...pleease...you’re killing me!"

"Oh, not yet, my fine white heifer!" Elfrieda laughed. "This won't kill you! You’re strong and healthy! You'll live for weeks! Don't be such a coward!"

Angelica abjectly fell on her knees. "Have mercy...I-I yield...I yield, Elfr...H-HIGHNESS..." In her misery Angelica remembered, how Elfrieda ordered her to address her, this afternoon. Then, she still possessed Royal pride, but now...

Elfrieda laughed madly, at her cringing sister's heartrending pleas of surrender, and buried her bare toe in Angelica’s belly. Angelica gagged in agony.

Elfrieda grabbed her sister, by the ear, and twisted, until the bigger woman screamed at the awful pain. Slowly Elfrieda forced her older sister to her feet. Angelica stood helplessly before her tormentor, her large, well-fleshed body trembling, her shoulders slumped in resignation to defeat. Even her big, proud breasts sagged in shame, the coral nipples, now made angry scarlet, by the cruel punishment they had endured.

Elfrieda looked with satisfaction upon her sister's tall, proud figure, bowed by another one-sided drubbing.

Elfrieda loved to see fear in her victim's eyes, and to see the newly instilled terror in the imperious Queen's fierce, green eyes was too delicious for words. It made Elfrieda's loins tingle.

Eyes gleaming in cruel delight, Elfrieda, remorselessly, resumed beating the sobbing queen. No matter how Angelica twisted and turned, Elfrieda's small, merciless fists relentlessly plowed into her body. Overwhelmed by pain and terror, Angelica hardly tried to defend herself, afraid that would only make the beating worse. The helpless Queen sobbed and pleaded, all royal pride forgotten, beaten out of her. Angelica's terrified, whimpering pleas only spurred her cruel sister to greater effort.

Half-conscious, Angelica fell on her knees, presenting her beautiful face as a tempting new target. Without a pause, Elfrieda's hard fists smashed into Angelica's regally lovely face. Elfrieda buffeted Angelica's head this way and that, so her gorgeous red hair danced from side to side. Her body was so convulsed by sobs, that Angelica had even stopped begging.

At last, Angelica could take no more. In mindless, terrified desperation, she flung herself face down at her sister's feet. With a snort of disgust, Elfrieda kicked the sodden heap, that a short time ago, had been the proudest, most beautiful woman in Europe.

Angelica sobbed louder, and pitifully wrapped her arms around Elfrieda's legs, rubbing her face, fawningly, against the calf of her sister's leg.

"Pl-please...(sob)...HIGHNESS...stopppp..." Then, the broken Queen pressed her lips to Elfrieda's naked foot.

"Yech! You're DISGUSTING! You remind me of the whining dog, I beat to death! She licked my foot too, before she died!"

That thought reminded Elfrieda, it would be a mistake to kill Angelica, not yet anyway! She took a deep breath, remembering that hot, stirring in her loins, too.

"All right! I suppose, it's not wise to beat you to death! You can still be useful to me! Get up on your feet! See if you can stand up like a woman, instead of crawling on your belly, like a whipped bitch!"

Relieved, that perhaps the beating was over, the snuffling Queen managed to drag herself to her feet.

Having reduced her proud, queenly sister to cringing servility. Elfrieda tormented Angelica by touching and caressing her splendid body, its normally milky flesh blotched and marred by her terrible fists. Daring not resist, now, Angelica submissively endured the vile molestation, with only a few sobs of shame.

Elfrieda toyed with her older sister's massive beasts, tweaking the bruised nipples. Despite her meek acceptance of the hateful indignity, Angelica couldn't hide her expression of outrage and disgust. Her sister's repugnance much pleased Elfrieda.

"Big cow always acted like a simpering, little, village virgin! Such a waste with a body like that!" Elfrieda thought in delight.

Angelica blushed deeply, flushing all over her lushly shaped body. She hung her head in shame, not answering.

Elfrieda grabbed a handful of thick, red curls, at the point where Angelica’s voluptuous thighs joined, and twisted painfully.

At last Angelica wailed with a sob, "B-because it is unnatural for one woman to touch another that way...(sob)..."

With a snide laugh, Elfrieda released her grip on Angelica's pubic thatch, and ran her hand up her sister's smooth, muscularly ridged, lower belly. She could feel the strongly articulated muscles, under the lush white flesh, writhe in revulsion.

"Do you think so?" Elfrieda poked her small thumb into Angelica’s deep-set naval, and then closed her fist, capturing a handful of vulnerable belly flesh. She twisted, until Angelica moaned pitifully, at the terrible new pain in her vulnerable belly/

Elfrieda released her cruel grip, and pulled Angelica’s tall Junoesque body closer to her. She bent her head to the center of her big captive's bosom. She touched her lips to a nipple, and flicked her tongue repeatedly against the the spike, until it stiffened like the long point of an arrow.

The unnatural, sinful reaction of her own body, almost drove Angelica mad with shame.

"Pl-please please...(sob)... oh please stop that...i-it's..." Angelica moaned in her shame.

"Oh, but I think my sister likes me to do THAT! Sure, you really want me to stop?" Elfrieda moaned herself, in pleasure, and began to suck the erect nipple. Angelica's breast trembled. Meanwhile Elfrieda's roaming hands explored Angelica’s bounteous hips, until they came to rest, on her big boldly out-thrust bottom cheeks. She gripped a huge, round globe in each hand, feeling the powerful, generously curved, gluteus muscles clench in fear.

Elfrieda flicked her finger against the tight crevice dividing her sister's heroically proportioned bottom.

Angelica jumped as though burned by a hot iron. "Pl-please no don't touch me there...please...H-HIGHNESS... please don't..." Angelica pleaded.

Realizing she had uncovered a new weakness in her sister's defenses, Elfrieda wormed her finger deep into the shadowy cleft, until she touched the small button like anal passage.

Oh, that was so horrible! Elfrieda touching her...almost worse than... Angelica couldn't take another beating, though. She trembled violently in her shame and revulsion, but dared make no move to escape.

Elfrieda whispered seductively into her sister's ear. "See that mace handle on the wall? How would you like that up there? I know some women, who would simply adore it!"

Sadistically Elfrieda went on. "Ooouu, look at it! See how big and thick it is? And it has such a big bulbous knob on the end, bigger than an apple or pear, I think! That iron handle would be so cold ramming up here too! Makes me shiver, just to think about it! Oh, how would such a monstrous thing ever fit into this tiny, delicate, little opening? Do you suppose, I could make it fit somehow? I wonder?"

Poor Angelica had no doubt that her fiendish sister could make it fit somehow. Angelica’s huge, tear filled, green eyes grew even larger, at this new terror. She was almost able to feel the terrible, shameful pain, already. Overwhelmed by frightful terror, Angelica began to struggle with hysterical strength. Somehow she pulled free, and ran to the door. Even knowing it was locked, in her hysteria, the distraught Queen clawed pitifully at it.

Elfrieda leisurely caught her terrified sister around the waist, and dragged the larger woman, vainly struggling and sobbing, back to the center of the room.

"Get back here, you Craven Slut! How did such a belly crawling cur, ever dare think herself a Queen?"

Still struggling to escape, Angelica sobbed. “Oh n-no...no... you wouldn’t do that to another woman...not your own sister...please Elfrieda...I'm your sister..."

"Don't remind me of that! The thought that you are my sister, always disgusts me! Well, maybe not tonight! Why should I 'pleasure' you when you could be pleasuring me?"

Elfrieda thought, though. "Oh, it WOULD be such fun to shove that thing up her enormous behind! Maybe another time, when I don't have to worry, whether I kill her, or not?"

Angelica was back under complete control now, and Elfrieda, crafty mistress of the sneak attack, roughly spun her sister around, and without warning, sank her sharp, little, white teeth, into Angelica’s thick nipple. Angelica’s big white body tensed and froze motionless, cowed by the threat to her huge, sensitive breast. Without releasing her bulldog's grip, Elfrieda put her hands on the taller woman's shoulders, and and pushed to the floor. Angelica didn't dare resist as Elfrieda laid her down flat. Of course the word 'flat' could hardly apply to Angelica's fantastic curves. Losing none of their resilient springiness, her melon-sized breasts, rose high above her strong chest, trembling, charmingly, in apprehension.

When Elfrida straightened up, she released Angelica's breast, and her titian-haired victim breathed a momentary sigh of relief.

Oh! But now, Dear God! Elfrieda stood over her sister, astride her face, so Angelica must look up at her victorious sister's now naked crotch. The fastidious Queen gasped in revulsion. She couldn't help noticing, to her disgust, that though Elfrieda was the younger sister, her her...was seemingly so much larger, than her own dainty treasure. and though not so pleasingly, and delicately formed, was more aggressively, and threateningly mature.

With languid ease, Elfrida settled down athwart Angelica's firmly muscled, wasp waist. She palmed and fondled Angelica's irresistible bosom for a few moments. Still toying with her sister's defenseless breasts, the gloating, raven haired, bully half turned, to gaze back at Angelica’s other treasures. Seeing where Elfrieda turned her gaze, Angelica unconsciously locked her great, white, splendidly curved thighs together, as though in forlorn hope, to forestall her evil, young sister.

Instead, unable to help herself, Angelica's marvelous rounded thighs tensed, even more tenaciously.

Elfrieda would not be denied. Her hard, little fist struck at Angelica’s groin, nearly crushing her tender, fur-clad, pubic mound, and the virginal, super sensitive, Royal treasure it shielded. With an awful spasm, Angelica’s heavy thighs fell vulnerably open.

"NOOOO...(sob)...noooo don’t...please don't hurt me...(sob)...I beg you Elfrieda please don't..." Angelica wept, hysterically.

Elfrieda laughed in delight, at Angelica babbled, sobbing pleas. "Not so proud and haughty, now!"

Elfrieda leaned further backward, so she could inspect the Queen's delicate, pink, labial opening, agape in pain. She thrust her finger a half inch inside, and flicked her finger nail against Angelica’s clitoris.

Angelica shrieked in outraged modesty and terror, and Elfrieda laughed. "Such a tiny, delicate, little cunny, for such a clumsy, over-sized COW! Almost like a little girl, not a true woman, at all."

Still laughing, Elfrieda lay down atop Angelica, face to face. Her own thin, wiry shanks now lay between Angelica's generous, ivory thighs, thrusting them further apart. Assertively, she glued her damp, pubic thatch against Angelica's fleecy red mound, and began grinding against the Royal treasure.

Elfrieda wrapped her thin arms around Angelica, holding the Queen's muscularly round, white arms pressed to her sides. Angelica was powerless to struggle. Her enormous breasts half-crushed against Elfrieda's chest, heaved spasmodically, adding to her sister's pleasure.

Angelica's face was flushed now, by shame, and perhaps by more. It was impossible to ignore Elfrieda's loins forcibly rubbing against her own. It was so...

"Dear God! The vile bitch is making me wet, THERE, as when I see a handsome, half-naked man in camp, or when as a girl a man wrestled me to the ground! Am I...am I as sick as she is?"

Angelica's wide, pink mouth, mashed to jelly by Elfrieda's fists, drooped open, gasping for air. Elfrieda continued to rub herself against Angelica's defenseless genitalia, her cruel face just above Angelica's. In her shame, Angelica tried to twist her head aside, but Elfrieda pressed her thin, cruel mouth against those ripe, bee-stung, pink lips. Elfrieda's thin cruel lips mashed Angelica's so much riper ones against her strong white teeth. Her strong, thin neck pressed Angelica's head helplessly against the floor, further masterfully dominating and imprisoning her Royal sister.

Elfrieda's sharp tongue stabbed into Angelica's mouth. Her long tongue, as subtle as a snake, forced Angelica's own softer tongue aside, and thrust deep into her throat, gagging her. Elfrieda sucked the breath out of Angelica's broad chest.

Angelica's head was spinning giddily; pain, terror and hateful pleasure were so intermingled, that, in surrender, she became Elfrieda's half-reluctant, half-eager plaything.

Elfrieda reached her first orgasm. At the same time, so did Angelica, though in her maidenly unsophisticated naivete, she hardly knew what she experienced.

Hardly knowing, she said it, Angelica murmured, in sinful pleasure. "Ohhhhh Highness..."

Elfrieda smiled knowingly, and slid up to sit astride Angelica's long, graceful neck. Angelica was still trembling in the aftermath of what she had experienced.

Pressing her gaping womanhood to Angelica's tragically confused face, Elfrieda grabbed Angelica's ears and pulled the Queen's panting, pink mouth against her.

"Go ahead! Use your tongue serf whore, or I'll rip your ears off, and feed them to my hounds!" She taunted, cruelly twisting the delicate, pink shells.

The pain in Angelica's ears, in her whole head, was particularly atrocious, but hardly necessary. Though Angelica gagged in disgust and shamed horror, her Royal will had deserted her; she had become her sister's compliant, willing passion toy. Submissively, yet willingly, perhaps even in near eagerness Angelica thrust her pink tongue into Elfrieda 's hot, sticky, womanhood. The Queen obediently sucked and licked Elfrieda's long, thick clitoris, at the same time she passionately kissed the brown labia half concealing it.

When Angelica thrashed restlessly, Elfrieda took her sister's hand, and guided it slyly to the Queen's aroused pink treasure. In relief, but with guilty shame, Angelica understood, and was unable to resist touching herself there.

For an hour, or more, Elfrieda continued to pleasure herself, using her sister's, no longer unwilling, face, mouth and tongue.

Once her final passionate tremors subsided, Elfrieda rose, with the grace of a cat from her prey. Angelica's head lolled on the floor, her beautiful, ravaged face covered with hot, sticky, wet excretions, as was her own right hand, and her own more delicate treasure.

As Elfrieda dressed, she glanced down, and smirked to see Angelica's hand had stolen back, to where she had first placed it.

"Another victory!" Elfrieda gloated as she swaggered from her sister's cell, carefully locking the door behind her.

The hunting lodge still contained the small Royal Reception Hall, that King Peter had sometimes used when pressing state affairs made audiences necessary, even here in a monarch's leisure hours. The next day, Elfrieda ordered that her sister be brought to her, there, naked. Once again, Elfrieda's rude retainers enjoyed the shameful privilege of manhandling their Queen's opulent curves, as they dragged her before her evil sister. In full nudity, this time, their hands were even bolder, eliciting several loud squeals of outrage and alarm.

"Leave us alone!" Elfrieda commanded. Still snickering, her retainers departed. Still chagrined, by the crude hands and rough jests, Angelica stood naked before her sister. A fitful night's sleep, though haunted by several nightmares, and a rude breakfast of bread and water, had restored a little of Angelica's Royal Pride and Courage. She tried not to think about those shameful things Elfrieda made her do last night. Even food and sleep had not restored sufficient Royal Pride and Courage, for Angelica to dare risk another physical challenge to her sister. She stood nervously in front of Elfrieda, where the men left her, fearing her hateful sister's intent.

Elfrieda was arrogantly seated upon the Royal Throne, the throne that was rightfully Angelica's. The Princess was fully dressed in boots breeches and shirt as usual, making the Queen's own humiliating nudity all the more distressing. Angelica couldn't help seeing that dreaded riding whip stuck in her sister's boot. Elfrieda leaned back in the throne, in indolent ease, silently inspecting her naked sister. Angelica blushed, fidgeted nervously, and looked down at the floor.

Elfrieda rose from the throne, and languidly walked around her blushing sister, as though, speculatively inspecting a plump mare for purchase. Angelica continually turned her head, and upper body, nervously keeping her evil sister always in sight. Elfrieda made another half circle, and paused, glancing down at Angelica's most shapely, but undeniably, very large derriere. The Queen's strongly molded, creamy buttocks, jutted out defiantly, and most provocatively, below her tiny, wasp waist.

"I think we'll start with something simple!" Elfrieda finally broke hers silence, as though having given the matter much thought.

"Yes of course! It's the very thing! Do you member, Angelica when we were children, our tutor often had the impudence to SPANK a Royal Princess! Of Course, the fool never touched the spoiled, pampered heir to the throne, did he?"

"No! I won't LET you spank me! Never! " Angelica replied resentfully, with a tiny spark of her former Royal hauteur.
"I'm your Que...aggghhhhh!"

"I didn't ask your permission, did I, you pitiful slut?" Elfrieda snapped. A small fist shot deep into Angelica's naked abdomen. Her splendidly molded belly was so badly bruised and battered in the past day, that a simple poke of a finger, might send the hapless queen into paroxysms of agony. Elfrieda blow was, of course, considerably more than a poke of a finger.

As Angelica doubled over in terrible agony, Elfrieda swiftly upended the huge, creamy-skinned Queen, tipping her face down over her lap, as she reseated herself on the throne.

"St-stop it! Stop it! How dare you? I'm a Queen! I'm a Queen!" Angelica wailed. "I'm-I'm a Que..." Her voice trailed off in despair. How could a naked woman, about to be spanked like a child, by her 'little' sister, display Queenly hauteur. Humiliatingly, draped across Elfrieda's slim thighs, Angelica felt more like a scared, little, peasant girl, than a Queen.

"Well! We'll see if you're a Queen or NOT!" Elfrieda nearly giggled.

Angelica shuddered, in fright, as Elfrieda patted her ample behind, inspecting the pronounced crease lines, neatly separating, those large globular buttocks, from sleek, powerful thighs. She trailed her finger along the tightly jammed, forbidden crevice separating the provocative globes.

"Hmmm! Sometime soon, when I have more time!" Elfrieda silently promised herself. Angelica instinctively shivered again.

"You're so pretty from this vantage point!" Elfrieda chortled. "But, I bet, you'll be even prettier, if I add add some nice, bright pink color, to these mammoth, white haunches!" Angelica's flaring, magnificently rounded buttocks, jiggled in fear, at the threat.

Elfrieda gripped her older sister's arm in a steely wrist-lock, and twisted it painfully behind her back, and slid her scrawny leg around Angelica's meaty thigh, helplessly imprisoning it. Angelica was trapped beyond hope of escape.

Today, Elfrieda had decided, even her dreaded quirt might be inadequate. From a table beside the throne, carefully laid out beforehand, the gloating Princess selected a huge, oaken hair brush. The sharp pointed bristles were fashioned from tempered steel, rather than animal tissue. She held it down in front of Angelica's huge, terror-stricken green eyes, so the Queen could get a good look at the brush and steel bristles.

"Oh God help me..." Angelica gasped. Her big, muscular, ivory, buttocks clenched and unclenched, in dread anticipation.

Elfrieda, face agloat, was shivering in anticipation. Her heart pounded in excitement, when she felt the delicious shivers of terror, in the once imperious Queen's body. The evil princess licked her lips, savoring the moment, then smashed the brush down, with all her wiry strength.

Angelica let out a screech, as the steel bristles bit her firm flesh. Her huge body jerked convulsively, but Elfrieda's hold didn't loosen one iota. Relentlessly the blows rained down, a stinging, searing shower of pain. Elfrieda had no sense of moderation. Angelica always suspected her sister was scarcely sane.

At first, Angelica kicked her free leg frantically trying to escape the hideous torment, but the fiery punishment soon sapped her little remaining strength. After the first twenty or thirty blows, her large shapely body slumped in submission, across Elfrieda's skinny lap.

At last, Elfrieda's arm tired; she could hardly lift it anymore. Once she decided to stop, Elfrieda callously spilled the punished royal beauty, onto the floor.

When Angelica's scorched rump hit the floor, the pain burned even hotter. Still shrieking, the savagely punished Queen, jumped to her feet. Gingerly, rubbing her fiery, ravaged backside, Angelica danced around the room, madly hopping from foot to foot. The dreadful pain made the stately Queen forget all Royal dignity, insensitive, to the ludicrous spectacle, she presented, to the delighted Elfrieda. Elfrieda laughed, and clapped her hands in delight.

This was an excellent start, but only a start of course! The spanking had been no more than a preliminary step, to humiliate Angelica, and further break her spirit. Elfrieda rose from the throne, and approached her shrieking sister.

"No! No! Get away from me get! Get away from me!" Angelica wailed hysterically. She backed away in terror, as Elfrieda tried to get hold of her again. Although there was no place to run, Angelica mindlessly turned to flee. As the tall, hysterical redhead, twisted and turned, Elfrieda neatly clipped her sister behind the ear with the heavy brush. Angelica shuddered once, and toppled to the floor, unconscious.

"I don't have time for your silly games, today!" Elfrieda immediately grabbed the unconscious Queen, under the armpits, and dragged her across the room, back to the throne. She wrestled Angelica's heavy body into a sitting position on the throne. Elfrieda thrilled at the sight of her hated sister's naked, brutalized body, slumped wretchedly, on the very symbol of her royal authority.

Elfrieda rapidly, but securely tied the moaning Queen in place. She pulled her legs apart, and tied each slim ankle to a leg of the throne. Another rope around her throat, pulled Angelica's head against the high back of the throne, prominently displaying her enormous breasts. She tied Angelica's right hand to the armrest, at the elbow, leaving her hand partially free to lie on the small table, by that side of the throne. Though she had discarded the brush that had lain beside them, the table still held a pen, and an Official looking document. Elfrieda tied her sister's left arm to the other armrest, at both wrist and elbow, so Angelica's left hand was immobile, but within easy reach.

Elfrieda slapped her bound sister across the face. Angelica woke with a start. She looked around, her big green eyes bewildered. A slight movement renewed the fiery pain in her behind. When she tied to stand, to relieve the hideous discomfort, she found herself helplessly trussed up.

"Wh-what a-are y-you going, going to d-do to meee?" The terrified Queen quavered tremulously. All that fierce courage, she once possessed, had long deserted her. Her huge eyes darted around the room, in desperation, like a frightened animal caught in a snare.

"You'll find out soon enough, Dear Sister!" Elfrieda replied. She pointed to the paper and pen under Angelica's free, right hand.

"Sign that, and I won't have to hurt you anymore!" Elfrieda ordered, thinking. "Of course, that doesn't mean I won't keep hurting you, just for the fun of it!"

"It's an Instrument of Abdication! It acknowledges your Royal Sister, Princess Elfrieda, is better qualified to be Queen, than you are, and that you are abdicating in her favor, in guilty recognition of your crimes and treason against Dravania." Elfrieda sneered.

"I'll never s-sign th-that! You'll n-never....y-you c-can't m-make me." Angelica replied, through trembling lips.

"Oh I hoped you'd say that!" Her evil sister retorted. "Now I can play with you some more!"

Angelica swallowed hard, and looked up at the black haired fiend, fearfully. "Y-you'll pay for this!" She whimpered.

Elfrieda's only answer was a sneering laugh. Both sisters knew the threat was an empty one.

Elfrieda picked up a pair of tweezers, from the table, that had gone unnoticed until now. The tweezers were quite large and sturdy, like a small pair of pincers. Holding them in front of Angelica's frightened eyes, Elfrieda sat down on the Queen's lap. There was plenty of room for her slim bottom on Angelica's muscular, rounded thighs.

Elfrieda slid her right arm all the way around her sister's graceful neck, until the tweezers in her hand touched the Queen's lush, right breast. With her left hand, she grasped the plump white flesh, and twisted until the pink nipple pointed almost straight up. Her fingers lightly played with the aureole, until the spike stiffened, charmingly erect. Angelica felt sick to her stomach, realizing what was coming.

Angelica shrieked and screamed throughout the hideous torment, as Elfrieda scarred and mutilated her beautiful nipple. Yet between her awful screams, Angelica continued to refuse to sign the paper. Finally, in disgust, Elfrieda rose from her sister's lap.

"The fat cow is tougher, than I thought!" Elfrieda admitted silently. "Well, we'll see if the Bitch can stand this?"

Elfrieda knelt down beside Angelica's left hand, She closed the tweezers on the polished, tapered finger nail, of her sisters left index finger. In shock at the damage to her breast, Angelica didn't even realize what Elfrieda intended, until suddenly, she shrieked louder than ever before, as Elfrieda tore her finger nail out by the roots.

Elfrieda moved on to Angelica's middle finger. The harrowing heartrending screams reached such a hellish pitch, that even Elfrieda's brutal, callous retainers, outside the locked door, shuddered in horror. It wasn't until Elfrieda grasped the finger nail, of her pinkie, that Angelica, still shrieking, signed away her birthright.

Once the brutalized queen signed the Abdication Proclamation, the cruel new Queen was free to playfully torment her terrified victim for another day, before Archduke Boris arrived, to finalize their plans for seizure of absolute power.

A day later, after Elfrieda warmly greeted her mentor, she proudly led Archduke Boris down the old dungeon.

Through an aperture in the door, Boris observed his unfortunate niece. Still naked, save for the small bandage covering her right nipple, and the large one wrapped around her left hand, the deposed Queen crouched fearfully in a corner. She frequently looked over her shoulder, as though fearing a blow. Her right hand tugged nervously at her lovely titian tresses. She never ceased weeping, her soft sobs, like those of a frightened child in the night. Though the sight of so regally beautiful a woman reduced to such wretched misery, stirred his loins, Boris almost pitied his ill-starred niece.

Boris tore his eyes from the fascinating, erotic spectacle, long enough to glance at Elfrieda, and ask: "And she has signed the Instrument of Abdication?"

"You have done excellently, My Dear! Truly a marvelous feat! I salute you, QUEEN Elfrieda! You will, indeed, make a splendid Queen!" Boris said admiringly, while resolving that, though he had no doubt Elfrieda was his own unnatural daughter, now that she had made herself Queen, it would be best never to cross, or anger, the vicious, little beast, himself.

"Thank you, Uncle! You are one of the few men in Europe, who could properly savor such a victory!" Elfrieda replied proudly, then inquired with Queenly magnanimity. "Would you like the Jade to amuse you? She has become most eager to please her Betters, and is learning to do it, with nearly the skill of a village bawd!"

"Why thank you my Dear! I would indeed!" The suave, sinister Archduke, replied. Elfrieda unlocked the door, and Boris smilingly entered the cell.

"Now, now, My Dear! That's no way to greet your affectionate, old Uncle Boris!" He smirked with an oily leer, as he stroked his waxed black mustache.

Boris removed his monocle to attain a better view. He continued to stroke his mustache, as his cold eyes leeringly inspected every secret of his niece's incredibly voluptuous body.

Angelica shivered in dread. Those icy blue eyes, were so like those, of the terrifying Elfrieda.

"My Dear, your form is truly a work of erotic art, those generously full, eagerly thrusting breasts, and that delightful little belly, and such hips! Your beauty makes my mouth water! Ah surely my Dear, with such charms, nature meant you for a great courtesan! So much beauty was wasted on a queen!"

Boris came closer, and began stroking Angelica’s left breast, in place of his mustache.

"L-leave me alone...(sniffle)...you monster...leave me alone..." Angelica whimpered.

"Now, now! That's all right, my Dear! Hush, hush!" The oily Archduke leaned over, and kissed his beautiful niece's opulent titty. Angelica's cringing form shuddered in revulsion.

Angelica began to sob more loudly, as her Uncle Boris unfastened the trousers of his uniform, and revealed a large penis, rock hard with anticipation.

Angelica had rarely seen a man's tool, and its intimidating size terrified her. Boris laid the huge engorged member between his niece's enormous, surging breasts, and rubbed it between them, sighing in delight.

"Wh-wha.. No, no...I wo...ullppp!"As Angelica opened her mouth to protest, Boris touched her full passionate lips with the engorged tip of his penis.

Angelica tried to press her bee-stung lips together, but the terrible obscenity was already lodged between them.

"Aahhh...VERY good, My Dear! Now SUCK on it, just as though it was a stick of sweet candy! That's a good Girl!"

Boris pinched his hapless niece's bandaged left nipple, still so terribly sore from Elfrieda’s tweezers. When Angelica squawked in pain, her evil uncle thrust the fore-half of his big rod deep into her mouth, almost down her throat. Her uncle's enormous rod silenced the last of Angelica's pitiful, muffled whimpers of protest. After the horrifying things Elfrieda had done to her, Angelica had little heart left, to resist any depravity.

Perhaps that was the only way to get the vile monstrosity out of her mouth? Angelica sucked hard and long, as though, she was indeed, sucking a stick of sweet candy. It wasn't long before that monstrous 'candy stick' spewed forth a gusher of evil, incestuous seed.

A gloating smirk on his face, Boris withdrew the hateful rod from Angelica's sweet, pink mouth, with a long sigh of satisfaction. Retching and spitting, Angelica doubled over, overcome by the compulsive need to expel the disgusting, repellent fluids from her violated mouth.

Laughing complacently, Boris watched his niece's frantic contortions. "My Dear, MY DEAR, any good whore knows to SWALLOW it! Well never mind; you'll become more skilled with practice!"

Boris paused for a moment, relishing the spectacle of his deposed niece's embittered revulsion, to yet another shameful violation, of her once chaste, undefiled beauty. The dastardly archduke felt a renewed stirring in his loins, as he observed the unfortunate deposed Queen's writhing, nauseated contortions.

Knowing what was coming next, Elfrieda slipped off, to a small alcove, adjoining the outer hall.

Boris, his erection eagerly refreshed, waited no longer. He grasped Angelica under the arms, and raised her to her feet. She sobbed in revulsion.

The oily archduke was no taller than Angelica, and in other times, considerably less robust, than his stalwart, full-bodied niece. In those days, even had she not been Queen, the craven villain would not have dared such a liberty, without being struck senseless, to the floor, for his impudence. Two days of Elfrieda's savage abuse had sadly sapped Angelica's magnificent, amazonian strength, and today, Boris easily mastered her weak, girlish resistance. He grasped the wailing beauty in his arms, and began to passionately kiss her ripe mouth, silencing her outcry.

Fearing what was coming, Angelica desperately locked her sturdy, voluptuous, thighs together, in apprehensive hope of forestalling her uncle's lustful intent. In her newly instilled enfeeblement, Angelica's hope was vain. Boris thrust his knee between the yielding white flesh, and easily pried his beautiful victim's lushly contoured thighs apart.

Just then Elfrieda reentered the cell, providing Angelica a moment's respite. In preparation for joining the debauchery of her sister, Elfrieda was naked, but for an enormous, artificial phallus strapped to her, girlish loins.

"Have you seen one of these, Uncle Boris?" Elfrieda asked, leeringly pointing to her grotesque adornment. "It's the latest rage in Paris! Its called a dildough! I had this one custom made! It's considerably more than twice the size of the usual ones!"

Boris raised his head from Angelica's gasping mouth, to gaze appreciatively at Elfrieda's latest novelty. The cosmopolitan archduke had seen such contrivances but never one of such brutal, intimating size.

"The little Minx has one bigger than mine." Boris admitted to himself, in good-natured admiration.

"You never cease to amaze me, my dear Queen Elfrieda!" Boris laughed. "And what, pray tell, are you going to do with that monstrosity?"

Angelica seized the opportunity to renew her struggles, but even while he spoke, Boris tightened his hold of her tiny waist.

Elfrieda eying the struggle in amusement, replied. "For some time now, I've promised myself the delight, of exploring the secrets of Dear Angelica's over-sized bottom! I think this will make the ideal instrument for exploration! Do you remember, when you explained military tactics to me, when I was a child, you said 'a double envelopment is the most desired tactical maneuver, of all'? If you take Dear Angelica from the front, and I take her from the rear, we can achieve just such a double envelopment!"

Boris broke into a roar of suave laughter. "Dear Queen Elfrieda, you are truly a delight! Every teacher should have such and apt pupil! I salute your ingenuity!"

In her distraction, wriggling desperately to avoid her evil persecutor's thrusting rod, Angelica could scarcely grasp the import of the the two fiends' discussion, though it would have fearful implications, in moments.

Wearying of the Angelica's maidenly resistance, Boris clutched his niece's ripely mature hips, and implacably stilled her fearful gyrations. Panting, with the mad fear of an animal caught in a trap, Angelica felt the large bulbous tip, of her incestuous uncle's hateful tool, ramming insistently at the long inviolate portal, between her lush thighs.

A skittish mare to mount the diabolical Archduke laughed to Elfrieda, and then lunged forward. Boris's huge, thick rod ripped into Angelica's never before penetrated, girlish treasure. Angelica shrieked in the shock of the painful, disgusting violation, of her long cherished, and carefully guarded virginity. No, no! That hateful obscene thing was deep inside her very own body, violating, dominating, owning her!

Elfrieda paused a few moments in delight, at witnessing the deflowering of her hated sister. She waited until her unfortunate Royal Victim's shrieks subsided to gulping sobs of pain. Then Elfrieda crept up behind her loudly weeping sister, and grasped Angelica's strongly rounded, upper arms in her own arms, in restraint. It was necessary to bend Angelica's upper body well backward, in order to bring the bulbous tip of the long shaft attached to her loins, into contact with the so boldly out-thrust, round, bottom cheeks, As her sister struggled, Elfrieda wriggled her hips, until she got the huge tip between Angelica's buttocks.

"Finally, time for me to claim that fat, white bottom, for my own!" The evil usurper whispered in her dishonored sister's ear. "I think my new toy is even bigger than that mace handle, up there on the wall! See what you think?"

Angelica struggled feebly, all strength spent in her vain attempt to resist Boris. It was hopeless, Elfrieda's wiry strength swiftly overmastered her, yet again. Yet, even the strong, eager Elfrieda’s couldn't quite force the awful tool of violation inside Angelica's hysterically clenched sphincter. She eagerly twisted it back and forth, using all the power in her skinny hips and lower body. Finally with an obscene little pop, the huge knob burst past that final obstacle, and squeezed inside Angelica’s body.

Angelica’s howling, earsplitting shriek of agony was heard throughout the hunting lodge. The deflowered, deposed Queen continued to shriek at that pitch, over and over, in uncontrolled hysterical pain and awful shame, as Elfrieda wormed the thick rod further and further into her outraged body...

Several days later, a special session of the National Assembly of Dravania was called. Although the assembly was no more than a rubber stamp, for the Council of State, it was a useful instrument, to make known official policy.

Standing before the assembled delegates, Archduke Boris made the announcement, that his niece, Queen Angelica, in remorse for her treasonous acts, had abdicated the throne, in favor of her sister, Princess Elfrieda. The coronation of the new Queen would take place in three weeks time.

Elfrieda standing beside her uncle, resplendently clad in the latest Paris fashion, waved her hand slightly in acknowledgement of the polite, unenthusiastic applause. The arrogant, triumphant sneer never left Elfrieda's lips.

Standing to one side, and slightly behind, head bowed in shame, shoulders slumped in despair, stood the former Queen. In contrast to Elfrieda's gaudy finery, Angelica was clad in a simple, cheap frock, such as a tradesman's wife might wear to Sunday services. Even its frumpish dowdiness could not conceal the rich, exciting curves, of her voluptuous form. Her glorious red hair, was bound in an ugly, unbecoming bun. Even now, many in the room could not deny that the woebegone Angelica was still the most beautiful woman in the room, and perhaps in all of Europe.

A tragic figure of defeat, Angelica nodded mutely, in acceptance of her misfortune.

Later, that evening, in the Royal chamber that was once her own, Angelica stood humbly beside the large, tin bathtub, that she had just laborious filled, by several trips to the kitchen, carrying large pails of hot water. Inside the tub, beneath the hot soapy bubbles, her sister, Queen Elfrieda, frolicked in luxurious enjoyment. In her hands, Anelcia held a large towel, in readiness to servilely rub dry her sovereign's slim body, when the evilly smilng, young fiend emerged from the bath.

"Oh Slut, I shall have to forgo your services tonight. I promised Uncle Boris to send you to HIS chambers."

Angelica trembled in fear and disgust, but answered with a half sob: "Y-yes your Highness!"