Mooka stood guard in front of the sleeping rooms of Queen Reedj. The fact that she stood guard stark-naked was probably
a) somewhat against the concept of standing guard, but b) she was from the clan of the Spankya tribe, stood seven feet tall
and could probably just smother any enemy between her boobs, d) the Queen had demanded so in cases of lesbian orgy fits,
and e) sex and nudity was no taboo in her tribe anyway. Not even to mention her sister Fooka waited on the inside
for the improbable event of someone be able to sneak past her.
A sound came from around the edge behind a cranny. It was exactly the sound a ninja would made that tried
to make no sound in an old castle. Mooka grabbed her giant club firmer and approached to investigate.
Which proves good personal is hard to find, because any twit would have alerted surplus guards first,
just to be safe, especially in a kingdom where everybody and his uncle want to assassinate you.
Mooka lifted her club, went around the corner with a swiftness one wouldn't have expected and...
found a wind up mouse.
"Stupid kids! Always troll! Think Mooka afraid of mouse!" She bent over to pick it up which was grave error number two.
A ninja jumped out of the dark and pushed a vibrator deep into her exposed pussy.
You might now object that this is not the proper way to put a giant amazon out of action,
but the vibrator was also laced with a contact poison that instantly let all her muscles go limp.
She hadn't even time for a warning scream when she thumped on the floor.
The ninja quickly scurried besides the door and cowered in anticipation. It was a bit of speculation but indeed,
an upset Fooka came out. "Sister? I heard a..." THUMP! The ninja jumped up and provived her with a second vibrator of doom.
A quickly glance to the queen - she happily snored on in her deluxe bed. Great! This would add some fun to the eral.
The assassin administered a third vibrator, this time with a smaller dose. The queen awoke on the spot,
but the poison already made her vocal chords limp. Then the two amazons where carried into the room
("hooboy, are you fat...") and all spreadeagled beside each other, tied firmly to the bedposts.
A big ballgag shut their mouth. "That is because the paralysis soon will wear off and I don't want you to alert someone!"
the assassin helpfully explained. "Of course I could have killed you already with the poison, but as it happens...
(hood and clooked were ripped off, revealing long raven hair - no, it wasn't Russell Mael from the Sparks,
unless he secretly had boobs) "...your lesbian parties are legendary. Naturally your sister Beedj can't join,
as she is the one that paid me. In the meantime," she happily blabbered on, "you might feel a pleasant itching
in your stupid cunts. These are no normal vibrators, these are Enchanted Sogos. Try to resist, any woman will orgasm
in no time. And again. And again. I once killed an ogress, she lasted five hours before she died from orgasmic exasperation,
and set a new all-time record. You can tell the Goddess that Yersinia sent you, class best of the ninja academy,
pleased to meet you the last time. I give you...meh...two hours. That is, if I don't speed up the process a bit."
She went down and practised cunnilingus on the helpless queen who let out a muffled scream from the first orgasm,
and many to come. The lifeguard frantically struggled against their ties, but to no avail.
Then they were too busy orgasming to do anything else.
...ACME TIME LEAP...
(slurp slurp) "Wow, you all have remarkable stamina" (slurp slurp) "I'm already getting a neckache
and you are still alive after 239 orgasms!" (slurp slurp)(gulp?) "You will get a royal neckache from my sword!"
thundered a newcomer to the scene. It was King Roger who had entered through a secret passage,
possibly woken by the smell of horny pussys. He commanded: "Put your tongue where I can see it!
Sorry, my snugglebuns, if I accidentally ruin some lesbian roleplay, but the 'still alive' made me suspicious,
especially in a kingdom where everybody and my uncle want to assassinate you. No false move, please.
Now would you be so kind to take place on this Sybian? I guess a few orgasms distract you so much that I can turn
my back on you to untie my queen."
The caught assassin did so, as the sword gave her a close ladyshave and she was sure it was better to fake some orgasms
and enduring some real ones, followed by attacking from behind, than relying on that her reflexes being faster than his.
SNAP!
"Oh, you should better have relied on your reflexes being faster than mine! Bet you wanted to fake some orgasms
and endure some real one, followed by attacking me from behind, eh? Well, meet family Surprise Clamps. So, now to you..."
"My sister! She sent her!" the de-gagged queen squealed.
The king pressed a big yellow button. "Surplus guards! Arrest the queen's sister for suspiced treason!
Tie her up and drop her before the queens bedroom! If she resists, you are allowed to tickle her silly!"
Justice was swift, the queen just had another two orgasms ("Yes, my dear, it happens I have a fetish for orgasm squeals,
you surely survive at least ten more") before another thump at the door signalled the arrival of the traitor.
The king brought her in ("hooboy, are you fat...") and mounted her on the Sybian (luxus version with two seats
for lesbian orgy fits) facing the assassin. "My queen, I have to apologize to you for declaring this contraption
a waste of tax money! But first, we'll properly conduct a trial. So...assassin...queen's sister whose name I already
forgot...were you conspiring to kill the rightful queen? I think if I put the Sybian on maximum you won't be able to lie..."
"YEEEEEES!" whined the assassin, hanging limp in her ties. "Oh yes YES!" Beedj was only getting warm yet,
but she already sung like a canary. "I hate her...oooh...she always got more pudding!" "That is not true...AAAAAAH!"
came the echo from behind. The lifeguards, naturally, had no stakes in the matter (and still a gag in the mouth).
"You can fuck me instead!" Beedj whined. "I even give you blowjobs! And I swallow! I'll be your sex slave!
You can knock me up twice a year for loads of offspring! You can actually reign, you henpecked husband!"
"Tempting, tempting..." "AAAAH! What you little...OOOOOH!" "Just joking, my queen. So it's true.
Bugger, you can trust noone nowadays." (Bugger, esq., was the royal guard chief serving the king since fifty years.
He was the one that had dropped Beedj before the door, and waited for further instructions.)
The king went over to free Reedj from her vibrator torment who promptly complained that she surely
would have survived at least two orgasms more. "I think that your lifeguards deserve death penalty for
screwing on the job?" "Nooo!" Reedj was so overloaded with oxytocine that she pardonned them instantly.
"As you wish, my queen. And those vibrators, you say...? Well, I have an idea." Yersinia and Beedj squealed
as the king plugged their wet pussies with certain doom. "Hoist by their own Sogo. Now that's what I call poetic."
"Eh, Mufflekins?" "Yes, my snugglebuns?" "She's still my sister. I don't have the heart to let her orgasm to death."
"YEEEEES!" Beedj interjected. "Meh. Women. Always so kind-hearted," the king mumbled in his beard.
And then he had a flash of ingenuity. He went to the red telephone (directly next to the big yellow button).
"King Todic? Mufflekins...eh, I mean Roger I The Most Mighty here. No, I DON'T want to complain about your underlings
invading our territory (and orifices). Not this time, quite on the contrary, so to say.
Could you come over with three of your men? The biggest studs you can find? I have an offer you can't refuse."
Hoofbeats sounded, then the booming voice of King Todic. "Your Majesty. Reedj, you look prettier than ever.
I would have raped you long ago but climbing these stairs ruins my hind legs. Just centaur terms of endearment,
Mufflekins (snicker)." King Roger played along. "Sorry, Todic, old sire, I fear Reedj is off limits for you,
but I offer you the hand of her sister Beedj who just made herself persona non grata.
Just be careful with that two-timing, back-stabbing,..." "Pah! I take her on the spot, hands
and the more interesting body parts. I have tamed any mare before. Say, is that an Enchanted Sogo?"
"YEEEEES!" "YEEEEES!" "Aw cmon, girls, you can orgasm on THAT? You never saw a real dick in your life."
"Thats the assassin Beedj sent, by the way. I would be even more..." "Aw King Roger, you sissy!
I'm Todics men at arms and have women at my legs! Bought as sold!" one of Todics men interjected.
"And these two lovely amazons were our ex-lifeguards..." "Here! Here! We're Todics personal guards
and were looking for years for woman that are fit for us, if you see what we mean!"
"I couldn't overlook it even if I would be blinded, you braggarts! Here, I throw in two barrels
of our best beer into the deal, and I expect you to take your fellow centaurs at the short leash in the future!"
"Promised! No more 'pussy raids', by my kings honor!" Todic bellowed.
And so the guilty parties just changed their shackles from bedpost resp. Sybian to the bellies
of some well-hung centaurs. They were too after-orgasmic too complain, and soon wet wide still twitching
greedy pussies were closing around humungous horse dicks. And also their throats were stuffed with a human dick
(being a centaur is great). The girls all had the same idea: breathe through your nose and think of Quimm.
(Biting, aside from probably being a royal offense, was impossible as centaurs always carry
some special gags with them.) As soon as the girls had adapted to their intruders, the centaurs went into gallop.
Mooka and Fooka really seemed to be happy to finally meet someone their size and quickly orgasmed again.
Yersinia had her ninja training (you will be baffled what a kunoichi can do with her vagina)
and was glad to escape with her life, and only Beedj found it a bit stretching.
(Luckily Todic had only a feeble forty centimeters - his fellow centaurs whispered that by being King,
he probably overcompensated for something. But only behind his back.) But who can complain anyway with
a centaur dick stuffed into the gills. "And so you swallow, as Mufflekins promised? A good idea,
since otherwise it goes into your lungs and you drown! Here I come!" Announcing a life-threatening cumshot
was a centaurs idea of love. Beedj gulped and gulped while another litre of cum flooded her fertile womb.
So he fucked her and the horse she rode on in...eh wait, that phrase went somewhat other. Anyway.
So when they crossed the border to Todics kingdom, all the girls were already ten minutes pregnant.
And Beedj would give Todic loads of offspring, although it wasn't easy. But as they say, doing crime,
doing horse dick time...no, that was wrong again.
"Todic called me today, your sister is a tame mare now and no longer our problem."
"Yeah, with that dick he'll fuck her brains out. Too bad..." "Snugglebuns, are you insinuating something?"
"To king Mufflekins the Not Quite Mighty? Well did I evah..." "Arrr! Treason! Belittling the kings weenie!
I teach you a lesson!" "Heeelp! Guards! The king ties me to the bedpost!"
"Doesn't sound like an emergency to me," remarked Guard 1. "Oh my god! He's donned a strap-on dildo!"
"A little present of Todic, he said it would tame you too!" "Definitely not an emergency," said Guard 2.
"Nooo! It's too big! It's stretching me! It feels so good! I'm cumming! I'm dying!"
"I think this could count as an attack on the life of our beloved queen," said Bugger.
"Now what did Mufflekins
The End