Lord Daygar - Kingslayer Ch. 10

Queen Flavica stood before Daygar, defeated yet still resplendent in her golden gown and jewelled crown.

'Am I to be raped, or killed, or both?' she asked weakly, shuddering beneath her royal cloaks. 'I know your reputation with Princesses and Queens, and my own folly for trusting your word. I freely acknowledge I am yours, powerless against you should you decide to take me, or have me stripped and raped by your men.' Her breasts heaved rapidly with her breathing as she tried to remain in control, a lifetime of royal arrogance fast deserting her.

Daygar eyed the glittering beauty, his cock rampant and straining beneath his body armour, excited by the candour of her capitulation yet still statuesque and proud in spite of her fragile situation. There was no doubt he wanted to rape her, take her by force and spread her beneath him like a silken flower; forcing her to her knees and plunder her luscious red lips with his cock until his hot cream streaked her exotic face and raven black hair.

'There will be no rape, or killing your majesty,' Daygar said evenly and powerfully, purposefully using her title and bowing slightly as he spoke. 'You will be of more use to me unspoilt and Queen of this Kingdom, I will be your master but you will retain your honour and dignity My Lady.'

Daygar looked deep into her piercing hazel eyes and detected dismay rather than relief, this beauty captivated him, unable to read her like most other women he had taken.

'This cannot be,' she suddenly shrieked stunning the Giant Lord by her outburst. 'I do not wish your respect or my honour or title. I have failed my people, my judgment flawed even in the face of good council, Prince Irad has fled to Octavia convinced of your impending attack and the screams of my womenfolk echo around this chamber as your men take them for their pleasure. I cannot escape my punishment. You WILL punish me My Lord!' The Queen demanded, almost stamping her feet.

Queen Flavica slid the crown from her head and quickly unwound the intricate mass of hair, unfurling it until it almost touched the ground just as the legend had said. She thrust her arms straight and yielding behind her, pushing out her still heaving breasts, her long hair streaming down her back. 'I will not give myself to you Lord Daygar. I am grateful you will spare my life and use me to your will and my destiny is in your hands, nevertheless I cannot live unless I am treated in the same way as my Sisters and their maidens.'

Daygar wasted no time on small talk, unbuckling and removing the body armour from his torso and stepping right up to her; overshadowing her by head and shoulders he tore the golden gown from her slender body. Flavica's olive skin glistened from anointing oils and perfume, her breasts flouncing gently as the cloth vanished from them, exposing them to his feasting eyes. A small wrap of silk skirted her waist, coming adrift with one pull of his bear-paw like hand leaving her naked apart from a ruby studded necklace and golden jewelled sandals, his gaze falling to the dark triangle of pubic hair, trimmed neatly to point towards her bounty beginning on the curve of her belly.

There was no resistance from the Queen as his hand slid between the top of her legs, finding her opening, forcing them to part slightly as he fingered her pussy lips and clit before delving into her. The squeals of women being taken still resounded in the huge room, 'she wished the same treatment,' he thought, 'yet still no reaction.' Daygar knew what he had to do and grasped her by the neck and propelled her towards a huge table, sitting on its edge then dragging her across his knee bringing the first squeals from her lips. Her long black hair slid from her back into a pool in front of her like a waterfall of shimmering black oil. Daygar's hand spanked her hard several times on one side before attending the other, her legs springing into life as he thrashed her mercilessly on her delicate bottom, her squeals now drowning out those of the women outside.

The Giant Lord pulled her from his lap and forced her over the table, pressing her bared breasts into the thick wood and spreading her legs unceremoniously. For the first time he had unhindered sight of the Jewel Queen's sex, her swollen labia pouting invitingly, moist and ready for the taking, flanked by scarlet freshly spanked orbs. He spanked her again, several times to reacquaint her with pain, slaking her thirst for punishment before ushering in his swollen erection, parting her entrance and sliding into her depths. Flavica let out a long squeal as he entered her roughly, unaccustomed to such a brutish cock taking her with animal force; her cunt previously experiencing only careful licking and teasing by royal blood mindful of her power and status.

No such formality from Daygar as he shafted her hard and forcibly, his balls slapping against her tender upper thighs raising a fresh squeal with each thrust of his dagger-hard cock, her shapely legs rod straight from table to floor and into those shimmering jewelled shoes! Queen Flavica writhed against his groin her burning cheeks partially numbing the feel of him inside her, shrill squeals seemingly coming from another woman yet it was she, impaled on the end of his manhood, whimpering like a girl. Daygar pumped her until her cries quietened to a whisper and withdrew his cock; Flavica relieved her breasts no longer rasped beneath her against the solid wooden table, her nipples tender from the friction.

The Queen rose from the table and turned to face her new master, his cock still lunging towards her menacingly. 'Have I been sufficiently punished My Lord?' she squeaked.

'I have treated you as I would a lowly maid you Majesty,' Daygar said persisting with using her title. 'Those women out there will no doubt have suffered similar fates on the end of feverish cocks but be in no doubt My Lady, my men will protect and nurture the women they have taken for themselves. It is our law. Once the woman has accepted him as her master he will honour and protect her from others. You are no different.'

'Do I belong to you My Lord?'

'Do you accept me as your master?'

'I do my Lord,' she husked knowing she had relinquished everything to this ape of a man. No man had treated her so roughly and yet she could only see her future under his protection.

'It is customary for a woman to demonstrate her allegiance to her master whilst on her knees.'

Queen Flavica acknowledged his authority immediately, kneeling before Daygar, naked and ready for his desires, her large hazel eyes beckoning his attention. The Giant Lord placed a hand firmly on her head and eased her painted red lips over his purple 'head' guiding it deep into her mouth, the Jewel Queen responding eagerly, her small head bobbing rapidly back and forth along his length. He looked down on his newest conquest, her raven hair streaming down her bare back and bottom to the floor around her.

Daygar pulled his cock from her mouth and hung his ball sac over her, she knew instinctively what to do despite never having been in this position and her tongue flicked around it before taking each swollen testicle into her mouth in turn, sucking them hard. The Giant Lord watched the Queen explore new depths to her sexuality then replaced his throbbing penis between her lips, clenching a fistful of her hair as he fucked her mouth hard.

Tilting back her head he withdrew his cock and handled it to his climax, jetting his white cream across her olive face, jerking excitedly as he streaked more into her black hair. Now she was his!

*****

Lady Helena's entire body itched beyond redemption beneath the scratchy sack-cloth dress she had been forced to wear, her manicured hands were raw from harsh soap after only a few days of back-breaking work in the laundry. No one spoke to her, the other servants in fear of Ingar and her whip if they were caught in any kind of conversation and her nights, consisting a mere four hours were spent in deep sleep from exhaustion.

She had suffered Ingar's whip twice for not keeping up with the other girls and even a lowly scullery maid had rebuked her for not removing a stain from her apron! Within days she had descended from the pinnacle of Court Society to almost the lowest level within the entire Kingdom and her plight had not ended yet. Helena scurried behind Ingar like a beggar in rags as she swept along the corridor, the house mistress now resplendent in the confiscated gown and petticoats stopping at a small alcove of a room, stark and cold beneath the splendour of the Royal Court.

She had been brought before Master Tabor, the ultimate head of all servants in the huge Castle, a tall stocky man approaching sixty but fully aware of his absolute power within the labyrinth of cellars and workrooms making up the bowels of the City edifice. Helena suddenly realised she was shaking before the stern looking man and his voice boomed out making her stiff with fear. Just two floors above her head she had held Court at the highest level with no notion of the world hidden beneath her feet, now that was her world and she was just a minion within it!

'Do you know why you have been brought before me girl?' he barked.

She was just getting used to being addressed simply as 'girl' and not 'My Lady' but Tabor used it in a much more demeaning manner. 'No, Sir,' she squeaked, the arrogance of high status now fully evaporated.

He eyed Ingar. 'You will leave the girl here, and remove that dress and return it to me without delay unless you wish to feel that whip of yours across your bared backside!'

Ingar made no attempt to argue and curtseyed, disappearing in a flourish of crinoline swishing out of the room.

'You are of no use in the workshops,' he told Helena bluntly. 'You have other skills. Your reputation is widely known and there are, shall we say, certain gentlemen who would like to make your acquaintance.' Helena blushed knowing where Tabor was leading her. 'You will make a refreshing trophy for some of my masters, Squires and Landlords with little prospect of attending Court will pay handsomely for your treasures Madam.' The Master closed towards her, dwarfing her within his shadow. 'If you agree I will reunite you with some of your finery and provide you with more suitable accommodation.'

Lady Helena knew an opportunity when presented with one and instantly recognised the potential to get out of this hell-hole; her womanly assets had entranced Kings and Lords into giving her what she wanted. Lowly Squires and the like would be putty in her hands, and now the even Master had opened himself to her manipulations, she had stopped shaking.

'Would the Master wish to sample me to see if I am suitable for these Gentlemen?' she husked, removing the simple dress from her shoulders before letting it slip to the floor. Tabor's cock surged beneath his loose trousers into a bulge of epic proportion as his eyes mopped up her beauty, it had been a miracle that Ingar had not shaved the woman's head and Helena swung it tantalisingly around her shoulders and across her bare breasts. She didn't wait for a reply and knelt before him, delving within to retrieve his rock hard erection, her small hand encircling it and massaging him gently looking upward for his reaction.

Tabor knew he could have taken her at his command but for the High Born to actually kneel to him and take his cock voluntarily stimulated his desire for her. Countless servants had knelt to his cock before relinquishing themselves to his superiority in return for lesser punishment or better work but Helena was no servant and his erection strained painfully against his foreskin. She peeled him and sank her mouth around its purple helmet, her scheming head bobbing gracefully along its length at the same time planning her exit from the stinking bowels of the Castle!

*****

It was as Princess Natalia were from the same womb as her mentor as she lay beneath the foul smelling Hoggarty, his ugly beard-strewn face staring down at her pretty features cushioned against the long tresses of radiant golden hair. He had stripped her of her gown before discarding his own rags and mounting her lean body with his short, barrel shaped matted torso; his thick hairy legs between her smooth slender thighs. His short yet stubby penis had pierced the puffy lips and slid into her tight cunt making her squeal, the shriek echoing around the dungeon for all to hear.

Natalia knew this was her only way out, the grimy jailor unused to women of any status, his cock slated on filthy street whores and vagabonds desperate to ease their stay within the horror of the thick damp walls of his domain. The Princess had relented after only a day, trading her favours for food and water, the first time the easiest as Hoggarty spewed his load at the merest touch of her fair hand as he shoved his cock between the bars of her cell.

It was short lived; the next meal came after his huge hand had held her head to the bars as he sank his erection down her throat unable to move and gagging as Hoggarty filled her with his cream. He wanted more but that would mean releasing her from her cell and taking her to his bed and that would put him outside the law, but unable to resist Natalia's stunning charms he finally took her to his lair.

His inadequate cock did little for her as he pounded between her thighs, her moans of ecstasy drowning out his grunts as she ignored his stench in her bid to beguile him. It was no contest. The Princess had him just where she had planned and the promise of hidden riches if he allowed her escape, too much to resist for a man with nothing but his next meal as his fortune. Hoggarty's balls tightened as he reached his peak, erupting with sudden force. Natalia had pre-empted him, removing his stump from within her, feeling his hot liquid splash high up her belly, she reached down to him and played his little cock to another spurt, knowing then she would be a free woman again!

*****

Mercuria was settling into some order. Daygar's men had satisfied themselves on the fair maidens of the glittering City and the merchants were already intent on turning a profit, business as usual as soldiers from both sides counted the cost of the invasion.

Queen Flavica had bathed and dressed in her regal finery and addressed the Elders and powerful businessmen to quell any unrest and assure the Capital of their continued security under Daygar's control. Her job done Daygar had stripped her and taken the Queen in her own bed to finally satisfy his long standing lust for this glamorous woman.

The Jewel Queen lay naked, her ankle length raven hair scooped up and wound into a delicate creation on the top of her head, held secure with jewel encrusted golden combs. Her legs were spread as wide as possible and Daygar's swarthy head nestled high between them, his tongue licking and lashing her clit and pussy lips as she held his hair tightly in both hands.

'Please ... Oh ... My Lord Daygar,' she moaned as his tongue finally penetrated her inner labia sending her into sexual oblivion. She had granted sexual favours before to a very select royal few, among them Prince Irad whom she had found particularly disappointing, his cock puny and his efforts minimal. Daygar had taken her forcibly, punished her like a common street-nymph and dominated her like no other man had even dared and now he was bedding her in a fashion she had only dreamt of!

She moaned louder as his fingers replaced his tongue, his massive naked body rising above hers heading for her breasts, nuzzling his unshaven face along her flawless olive skin, rasping her as he surfaced. Daygar sucked each hard nub of her pink nipples in turn, slowly teasing them from the pinnacles of her heaving breasts, nipping them gently between smiling white teeth. Flavica could feel his cock, straining and iron hard yet warm and urgent against her thighs and reached down to welcome him, wrapping her long fingers around its girth.

Now it was the Giant Lord's turn to moan as Flavica massaged his length, her grip tight and demanding. Strange, she thought, how a man of such proportions and strength, a slayer of Kings and scores of hard fighting men could be brought to heel by the action of a woman's small hand!

She guided him to her entrance and accepted him as his shaft split her and sank into her hot, wet recess. As much of a man as he was, his giant throbbing cock was easily absorbed by the voluptuous Queen and Daygar suddenly became impressed at how the delicate woman had taken everything he had thrown at her. Flavica's hazel eyes opened and gleamed with light as he hovered over her with his swollen penis firmly inside her, rocking her with his rhythm, her breasts dancing gently before his eyes.

His cock urgently wanted release but Daygar wanted more and fought it as vehemently as any other fight, his sword now of flesh and blood but no less ardent, a battle as any other, the prize a glittering Queen. Flavica held him firmly, her long fingers clinging to his bare back, her manicured nails streaking him with blood, urging her legs apart even further to gain more of his length. She climaxed first leaving Daygar free to erupt but he fought on, bringing her again before finally releasing his load of epic proportions, a boiling cauldron at the base of his cock before surging from its head like venom from a cobra.

*****

Eloise lay deeply asleep on her relatively comfortable straw mattress, dreaming of the day when she became betrothed to Pilatus, the eldest son of the Squire, and of the status and comfort that would bring for her and her entire family. At just eighteen she had become eligible and the promise had already been made and accepted for her hand within the next month, taking her from this wattle and daub hut to the large manor house in the town.

Her only regret was that her mother would not be there having died from illness two years before, but her joy for her father almost made up for it, his tireless work and frugality in providing her with everything a lowly born tenant farm girl needed to impress their wealthy landlords. Her brother snored peacefully at the opposite end of the sleeping area, her father near the doorway by way of protection.

It was generally a peaceful community but poor people can become aggressive when someone of their ilk begins to rise above them and in the marshy regions of the Kingdom of Kandalla life was difficult and the land unforgiving. All the lands belong to separate fiefdoms overseen by Squires under a cabal of elected Lords and Squires elevated by virtue of wealth with no figurehead as such, no King or Queen with implicit rule leaving the Kingdom to virtually run itself.

Eloise had been selected for high status solely by her looks, her yellow hair and blue eyes a rarity among the womenfolk of Kandalla, her lissom beauty marking her out from other girls, her destiny to have a privileged life in the echelons of power. That was the path chosen for her from an early age and would have been but for the intervention of the terrible hand of fate. Her life was to change to an opposite course within the next five minutes!

Eloise awoke to the desperate sounds of gurgling as her brother struggled pointlessly with both hands at his throat, blood gushing relentlessly from the slit across his windpipe. Three, four, no more, huge filthy men stared down at her as her eyes blinked open, a shrill scream overlaying the dull drowning death throes of her brother. She recognised the hideous men as marauding Sea People, feared and reviled across the entire ten nations and knew instantly she would never see her betrothed or set foot in the elegant manor house.

Instantly a fight broke out between the unwashed monsters of the sea as the value of her beauty became apparent, a brutish hog of a man finally claiming ownership of her, sweeping her from the bed and across his shoulder. Her brother was dead and her father missing as her captor swept her out of the hut towards a fate too terrifying to contemplate, her only asset being her sex and the extra virtue of her exotic looks.