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I thought I'd take a break from continuing the Cheerleader's Torment 
series to work on a storyline of my own. If feedback is favorable, I'll 
keep going with it.

As you might expect, the following story is adult in nature. 
Furthermore, it contains themes that, while stimulating as fantasy, 
would be abhorrent in real life. If material of this kind is likely to 
offend you, I urge you to read something else.

-Bill
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CHESS

by Bill Collins
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Part One

Her hands were bound. As the Black Queen struggled painfully toward 
consciousness, the dull discomfort of the rope entwining her wrists and 
the unpleasant sensation of immobility penetrated her dreamlike state 
and hastened the onset of wakefulness. Slowly, awareness of her 
situation flooded back to her.

It had been a noble sacrifice. Her regiment had been sent to dislodge 
the forces of Sir Stewart, the brutal White Knight, from a key position. 
Though the battle would leave her open for a counterstrike, she accepted 
the mission, knowing it was a sound strategic action and necessary for 
the cause. In the end, they had succeeded, and she regretted nothing, 
though her victory had paved the way for her subsequent capture.

The shame was in the circumstances. She could have accepted a defeat at 
the hands of the White King, or even his two grinning clergymen, whose 
surprising military ruthlessness had ravaged the Black countryside. This 
fate, however, was not to be hers. Instead, as her troops rested from 
their battle with Sir Stewart, they were ambushed by a unit of White 
Pawns. Her men were slaughtered, and she was taken prisoner. Defeated by 
a rabble of ignorant peons.

Preferring death to dishonor, the Queen had fought valiantly. In the 
end, however, she had suffered a blow from behind and been knocked 
unconscious.

---

The smell of campfire was in the air. A cold wind snaked its way 
underneath her dress and chilled her bones. Her head aching and her arms 
stiff from confinement, the Black Queen finally opened her eyes.

She was in a small clearing, dense woods discernable all around, her 
body propped up against a tree trunk. It was night, and, aside from the 
dim moonlight creeping its way through the foliage overhead, the only 
illumination emanated from the fire, casting eerie shadows over the 
thick layer of pine needles that covered the forest floor.

Tending the fire, which had been built in the center of the clearing a 
little more than ten feet from where the Queen lay, was a figure in a 
White Pawn's uniform, though the jacket was so heavily caked in soot and 
grime that it almost reminded her of her own soldiers' livery. As he 
leaned in to stoke the flames, the Black Queen could discern the details 
of his leathery face and the grizzled, pockmarked look that was a badge 
of his serfdom.

Suddenly, the Pawn looked over at her. She tried to shut her eyes, but 
it was too late.

"Hey, Nollie!" she heard him hiss, "Her majesty's up from `er nap!"

Opening her eyes once again, she saw a second White Pawn, equally dirty 
and disreputable, emerge hastily from the forest carrying an armload of 
firewood. He dumped it unceremoniously by the fire and joined his 
comrade staring in the Queen's direction.

"Wha'? Are you sure she's up, Red? I can't see er eyes..."

"Sure sure. I jus saw er move," replied Red, "Hey, yer majesty! So nice 
`o you ta join us!"

It was time to confront her fate, and the Black Queen steeled her 
courage. With a small groan, she did her best to pull herself up into a 
sitting position. Using the tree to take most of her weight, she raised 
her chin and fixed her captors with her most regal look.

"I demand to be taken to the White palace at once," she informed them in 
a commanding voice.

The two soldiers looked at each other. Red took off his white pawn's cap 
to reveal a gray and patchy mat of hair that left no clue as to the 
origins of his name. Nollie, some twenty years his junior and some two 
feet his superior, scratched his facial scruff nervously.

"The palace?" Red ventured, "Well, sure sure. We'll take ya there..."

"But, Red, I thought..." Nollie began to whisper before receiving a swift 
elbow to the ribs.

Red cautiously sauntered closer to the Queen, making an awkward 
snuffling noise that may have been some sort of a chuckle. He stopped 
just short of where she lay in her half-sitting position and examined 
her, his eyes glazing over, transfixed in wonder.

For a brief instant, the Queen saw herself reflected in the Pawn's 
yellowing, sunken eyes. She was a beautiful woman, perhaps the most 
beautiful the Black realm had ever seen. Not only were her striking, 
almost elfin, features and her intense green eyes set off by the 
gorgeous dark cascades of her black hair to create one of the most 
stunning faces the land had ever seen, but her body was the envy of 
every man at court. Her ample chest could barely be contained by her 
corsets, and many a male courtier and ambassador had longed to glimpse 
the long legs and shapely bottom that were no doubt contained underneath 
the flowing black gowns she always favored.

Now, however, that flowing black gown was covered in pine needles, and 
that near-to-bursting corset was threatening suffocation. As the Black 
Queen looked up at the rough face of her captor, she felt herself recoil 
and a wave of panic set in.

"Gentlemen, I must insist that you release me at once, and that we 
proceed immediately to the palace."

Red let out a low whistle.

"We'd `eard that the Black Queen was a pretty one, but the stories don't 
do it no justice. Ain't that right, Nollie?"

"She's pretty all right, Red," Nollie agreed.

Red crouched down and brought his haggard face within inches of the 
Queen's. The smell of onions and roasted forest animal clung to his breath.

"How about a liddle kiss for ol' Red, Yer Majesty? It gets awful lonely 
out `ere on patrol, it does."

The Queen felt as she might vomit, but, instead, she spit. Gathering 
what little moisture she could from her parched mouth, she managed to 
land a modest gob of saliva just below Red's eye.

"You will take me to the palace at once!" she said, her tone of command 
devolving ever so slightly towards hysteria.

"Nasty nasty. Wut kinda manners is they teachin' at Court nowdays?"

"Even I knows better than tuh spit on people, Red," contributed Nollie, 
still standing several feet away, fiddling nervously with his coat buttons.

The Queen wanted desperately to respond, but she was paralyzed with 
rage. How dare these peasants treat her with such disrespect? She was a 
prisoner, but a royal prisoner. They had no right. She would have them 
lashed, lashed or worse...

As she lay there, her muscles quaking with fury, Red placed his hand on 
her knee and bent forward to place a wet kiss on her collarbone, 
protruding ever so slightly from the ruffled neckline of her gown.

"You-... I'll have you-... you'll be lashed for this!... Lashed, do you 
hear?!" she sputtered, struggling to squirm away from the defiling touch 
of this upstart Pawn.

"Lashed? Oh yes, I've been lashed before," responded Red with a toothy grin.

"Yeah, me too, Red!" contributed Nollie, "Yuh can't be in the Pawns too 
long without takin' a lashing or two."

"Have you ever been lashed, Yer Majesty?"

The Queen was stunned, and even stopped struggling for a moment.

"Lashed? I most certainly have not, you filthy cur! You- You shall 
release me if you wish to keep your heads!"

"Never had to take a bit of the lash, eh? Well, Yer `Ighness, I'd say 
you've earned yer first taste with yer liddle breach o' ett-i-quette..."

Rage was convulsing her, and, as her breathing escalated, she feared she 
might suffocate in her tight corset.

"How-..." she panted, "How-... How dare you?!"

Before she could continue, however, Red grabbed her by the shoulders and 
began pulling her violently to her feet. Nollie joined him, and, between 
the two of them, they pinned her against the tree trunk. With Nollie 
holding her securely, Red undid the rope around her wrists, only to 
retie them on the other side of the tree once Nollie had used his 
superior leverage to position her body facing the trunk.

The Black Queen was in agony, her arms pulled taught around the tree and 
her face and body squished forcibly against the bark. Ignoring her 
screams, Red and Nollie proceeded to tie another piece of rope around 
her legs, making mobility impossible. The Queen began hurling incoherent 
curses at the two Pawns.

"Nollie, do something about that noise, huh? Nobody around to hear it, 
but I don' wanna go deaf..."

Nollie found a strip of filthy cloth that was probably used to clean the 
cooking gear. Red took it and forced it into the Queen's mouth. With 
difficulty, he managed to wedge it in between her teeth and tie it 
around her head, muffling her cries of outrage.

"Ooooh... I'm gonna injoy this, Yer Majesty," he said, wheezing with 
excitement, "me n' Nollie here are gonna teach you some manners. Yer 
daddy shoulda taken you over his lap a long time ago, maybe you 
wouldn'ta turned out so high n' mighty..."

"Hey, Red. I broke off a piece of this here birch. Think this'll do?"

Nollie handed Red a branch, from which he'd stripped most of leaves. It 
was two feet long and about half an inch in diameter at its fattest 
part. Red stripped off a few more leaves and imperfections before 
whipping it around experimentally.

The Queen flinched at the whizzing noise she heard it make. She could 
not believe her predicament: never in her life had someone dared lay 
hands on her royal person in such a fashion, and to have such brutality 
humiliatingly justified as "punishment" was too much to bear. These 
White thugs could not possibly follow through with what they were 
suggesting: the Queen of the Black realm tied down and whipped like a 
servant or a schoolchild? It was unthinkable.

"Well... I'd say this is a rod fit for a royal behind."

"Can I pull up her dress now, Red?"

Red gave a nod of assent, and Nollie eagerly bounded over to the tree 
and bent down to grab the hem of the Queen's skirt. Her eyes grew wide 
and she began to struggle, bucking and tugging against her bonds. Some 
of the dress was wedged in between her calves and the rope, but Nollie 
soon freed the material and began to shimmy it upwards, exposing the 
Queen's frilly off-white bloomers, a simple garment that came down just 
below her knees. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she moaned with shame.

"Well, would you look at them fancy little dainties," laughed Red, "tuck 
that dress up so's it don't fall down, Nollie, then let's `ave a look't 
what Er Majesty hides beneef dem drawers..."

No instruction was necessary. Nollie had already bunched the skirt up 
and secured it well above the Queen's waistline and was reaching eagerly 
for the string that tied her underwear. Though she struggled as best she 
could given her restraints, the proud monarch was unable to prevent the 
gangly Pawn from loosening the knot and then, to her utter dismay, 
yanking them down to her knees.

The Black Queen gasped beneath her gag. Even in the royal bedroom, her 
body was seldom so exposed. She stopped bucking and collapsed against 
the tree in shock.

The two Pawns stepped back to admire. Never in their miserable lives had 
they been treated to such beauty. The drooping, birthmarked asses of the 
whores down at the Boar's Head Tavern were nothing compared to the firm, 
round, immaculate bottom displayed before them.

Red gave a whistle of appreciation.

"Anyone ever tell you what a damn pretty rump you've got, Yer Ighness? 
Seems a shame we've gotta mark it up like this, but then you've gotta be 
punished now, doncha?"

The Queen began to sob. She could feel the cold night wind lapping 
against her exposed buttocks, and the rough bark of the tree felt odd 
against her naked pussy. Strange new sensations that served only to 
reinforce her humiliation.

Red stepped up to her and whipped his wooden rod through the air.

Whizzzz. CRACK!

With a flourish, he brought the stripped birch squarely down in the 
middle of her captive ass. The Queen let out a gagged shriek.

"Now, thas one, Yer Maj. Yer gonna take five more jus' like that so's 
you'll learn better behavior. Then, I promise, me n' Nollie will show 
that royal arse some better treatment..."

Whizzzzz. CRACK!

Another shriek. Nollie giggled and clapped.

Whizzzzz. CRACK!

The force and shock of the impact made the Queen jump, almost rising off 
her feet. Her pussy rubbed unpleasantly against the cold tree. She was 
sobbing uncontrollably, in pain, fear and humiliation.

Whizzzzz. CRACK! CRACK!

Red gave her two swift lashes.  Deep red lines began to emerge across 
the Queen's pale ass cheeks.

Whizzzzz. CRACK!

Her posterior in agony, her arms aching from her restraints, tears 
rolling down her face, the Black Queen felt she would gladly accept any 
death rather than this torment. To think that she, the Queen of the 
Black Realm, should find herself tied to a tree, her silk underwear 
pulled down around her knees, having her bottom beaten by a pair of 
lowly Pawns: it was insupportable.

"There now, Yer `Ighness. Don't cry. It's all over. But I `ope you 
learnt your lesson. Sumptimes even queens get a bit naughty and gotta be 
punished. Ain't tha' right, Nollie?"

"Can I touch `er bottom now, Red?"

The Black Queen did not hear an answer, but she did feel one. With a 
noisy crunching of leaves, Nollie scurried up behind her and placed his 
palms over her sore and throbbing cheeks. With a moan of pleasure, he 
began to trace the circumference of the two luscious globes, rubbing her 
ass down with his outspread hands in large, circular motions.

Overcome by shame and indignation, the Queen could only shut her eyes as 
Nollie continued his frantic exploration of her naked bottom. He began 
to knead and squeeze her cheeks, pushing them up and down, back and 
forth, playing with the Queen's firm and shapely ass like a hyperactive 
child playing with a new toy.

Nollie gave his plaything a few light slaps before resuming his eager 
manipulation. He pushed her ass cheeks together, then pulled them apart, 
exposing her anus to the cold night air. The Queen shivered from the shock.

"Ohhhhh..." breathed Nollie, peering down at the pucker of her asshole. In 
near-ecstasy, he began to lick his index finger up and down.

In a moment of sheer horror, the Queen felt a single, slimy finger graze 
its way down her crack and come to rest just outside her anus. Her eyes 
opened wide as it began to twist, pushing its way inside with a slow 
insistence. She wanted to scream and kick, but the best she could manage 
were muffled cries and a frantic bucking of her lower body that only 
pushed the finger in deeper.

"Ohhhh-ho..."

As Nollie's right hand invaded her asshole, his left hand continued to 
knead the fleshy cheeks that surrounded it. He gave her a few playful 
slaps and worked his finger in deeper. A few feet behind them, Red was 
laughing.

"Oh, if only yer ladies'n-waiting could see you now, Yer Majesty. Tied 
to a tree with a finger up yer bum! How's she treatin' you, Nollie?"

Nollie was grinning from ear to ear.

"Jus' fine, Red. Oh, she's a pretty one. Real pretty."

"You'd bes' loosen up and let ol' Nollie in, Yer Maj, or you'll be 
gettin' another taste of the switch..."

To illustrate his point, Red walked up beside her and began to deliver a 
series of stinging blows with the palm of his hand to her already-tender 
ass. The pain was excruciating, and the Queen had to bite down hard on 
the dish rag between her teeth. Meanwhile, Nollie had worked his finger 
in almost up to the knuckle.

"Awright, Nol. The Queen's had her punishment. You've had yer fun. I 
think it's time she showed us some royal treatment, doncha think?"

"Oh, sure, Red. Sure."

Nollie pulled his finger out of her ass and walked around to the front 
of the tree, where he began untying the Queen's wrists. As soon as her 
arms were free, she began to fight, but the Pawn was too strong for her. 
He managed to grab both wrists and pull them both behind her, where Red 
was waiting to retie them. Once her flailing arms were secure, Nollie 
pinned her legs against the tree as Red carefully released her lower 
half. Then, between the two of them, the men lowered her down to the 
forest floor.

Red climbed on top of her as Nollie ripped off her bloomers and grabbed 
her legs to keep her from kicking. Breathing heavily, sweating 
excitement like adrenaline through his pores, Red violently pushed her 
dress up past her waist. He paused for a moment, staring down at the 
elegantly trimmed patch of black pubic hair. Still pinning her shoulder 
down with one hand, he reached down with the other to feel the soft 
folds of her womanhood.

As he did so, the Queen realized with horror how moist she was. It was a 
response her body had always had to danger. She often found herself 
growing damp as she rode into battle, never aroused exactly, but 
certainly excited. She was mortified that this physiological response 
might now look like a sign of pleasure to her captors.

"Well, what have we here? It looks like we won't be needing to use that 
bacon grease after all, Nollie. Her Majesty's been gettin' all hot and 
bothered."

She struggled with all her might, trying to knock the Pawn off her, but 
the two soldiers held her firm.

"I'd lie a liddle more still if I was you, Yer Ighness..." hissed Red, and 
from beneath his coat, he produced a large hunting knife.

The Black Queen was terrified, and, for a few moments, did indeed lie 
still. Red grabbed the collar of her beautiful black gown and began to 
saw at it with the knife. Immediately, it began to tear, and Red 
continued to slice his way down the dress's front, mutilating the 
expensive vestment beyond recognition. Eventually, her corset was 
exposed. Red began to slice away at the strings that held it tight, 
finally tearing the undergarment apart and allowing the Queen's 
bountiful breasts to pop free.

The Black Queen's sobbing had resumed. She was completely helpless and 
exposed. Tatters of her dress hung here and there, but her body was 
largely laid bare, exposed to the cold wind and the cruel whims of this 
filthy Pawn.

Red, for his part, was dumbfounded by the huge, gorgeous bosom that the 
Queen's corset had concealed. He reached down and grabbed one of the 
snowy white hills, squeezing and caressing it. He took hold of one of 
her nipples and began to pinch it, rolling it between his thumb and 
forefinger.

"Jeeeezuz... Will ya look at dat, Nollie? I hain't never seen a whore wif 
ninnies dat big. Has you?"

"They're big awright, Red," replied Nollie, putting more pressure on the 
Queen's legs to prevent a new fit of kicking.

Red let go of her breasts and reached for his crotch. He unsnapped the 
white trouser flap, and, with some careful pushing and tugging, released 
his throbbing erection into the chilly night air. When the Queen saw 
this, she began to struggle all the more, and Red was forced to pin her 
shoulders down once again.

Nollie backed off a little, and Red maneuvered himself between the 
Queen's legs. Using his right hand to guide, he slowly eased the head of 
his penis inside her. Shrieking and sobbing beneath her gag, the 
helpless monarch tried her best to pull away, but Red, with his superior 
leverage, was able to force his stiff, engorged member deeper and deeper 
into her royal cunt.

"Ohhh, Lordy," he groaned, "so this is what it feels like to be a king, 
is it?"

Nollie gurgled with nervous laughter and scurried around to get a better 
view as Red began to thrust his penis in and out of the Queen's captive 
hole. It was the pinnacle of his miserable life for the balding, 
ruddy-faced Pawn: he may not have had the luck to be born a gentleman, 
but, by God, here he was fucking a lady.

As he humped her squirming body, the Queen's legs began to lash out, 
landing a series of ineffective kicks on Red's back. Ignoring this 
futile resistance, he grabbed her breasts, using this fleshy handhold 
for support as he pounded away at her.

In no time at all, however, the aging foot soldier came to the end of 
his stamina. With an appreciative moan, he thrust one last time into the 
Queen and stopped. With a wave terrible nausea, she imagined she could 
feel his penis pulsate, and the wad of hot, dirty semen explode inside 
her body.

"Ahhhhh..." sighed Red, pulling out and rising to his feet, "Yer Ighness 
is a damn fine fuck, I must say. I hain't tasted a tart that juicy in 
years."

"My turn, Red? Huh?" asked Nollie, clapping his hands together 
absent-mindedly and bouncing around the Queen's prostrate body in 
anticipation.

"Sure sure. She's all yers, Nol'. Jus' be quick. It's almost dawn, and 
we gotta meet up with the Bishop."

Using what little energy she had left, the Black Queen rolled over onto 
her stomach and attempted to rise to her feet, the tatters of her dress 
and corset still hanging off her shoulders. She did not manage a single 
step, however, before Nollie grabbed her around the waist and held her 
tight.

"Red! Red! Help me get `er dress off!"

Red rebuttoned his trousers and picked up his knife. With Nollie holding 
her steady, he went to work on the remainder of the Queen's clothing. 
With a few well placed slashes and rips, the black dress fell loosely to 
the pine needles below. The Black Queen was completely naked, shivering 
against the cold and struggling against Nollie's grip.

Nollie dragged her over to a small boulder near the campfire and roughly 
forced her down on her knees and over the rock. Red came over to assist 
by pinning down her torso, smashing her breasts down against the cool 
stone and forcing her ass up into the air.

"You ever been fucked like a dog, Yer Majesty?" asked Red, smirking 
insufferably, "Cuz I think thas' what ol' Nollie here has in mind for you..."

The Black Queen shut her eyes, trying desperately to pretend that this 
nightmare wasn't happening. She tried to imagine she was somewhere else: 
the beautiful gardens in the courtyard where she loved to spend her 
afternoons reading, the villa retreat where she spent her summers as a 
young princess, anywhere. She wanted desperately to escape, but she was 
jerked forcibly back to reality by the second White Pawn's penis forcing 
its way into her pussy from behind.

Nollie's cock was much larger than Red's, and it took some insistence to 
get it inside, all the more so due to Queen's intermittent and feeble 
struggles. Nollie had to grab her hips firmly and gradually guide his 
prick in between her pink lips. His thrusts started out slow, but gained 
momentum as he grew more confident.

"Ohhhh... Ohh yeah..." Nollie sighed as he started ramming himself ever more 
rapidly against the Queen's ass, his belly making an almost comical 
slapping sound as it collided over and over again with her whip-marked 
cheeks.

This second round of torment for the Queen lasted much longer than the 
first, and, just as the naked and humiliated noblewoman thought she 
might pass out from the pain in her arms and her chest and her ass, a 
new sensation began to take hold. She was stunned and horrified: as this 
tall, gangly Pawn continued to thrust his penis in and out of her 
defenseless cunt, his hands gripped tightly around her hips, she 
realized that her body was coming closer an closer to... climax.

She tried her best to fight it, but the orgasm eventually ripped through 
her body, causing her to emit fevered groans through her gag. Soon, 
Nollie came too, thrusting deep into her pussy and shooting his juice in 
after Red's.

It was then that the Queen truly did pass out.

---

When she awoke, moments or hours later, it was impossible to tell, her 
naked body was lying next to the fire and covered by a dirty blanket. 
Staring down at her were, not two, but three faces.

"I... I demand... the palace..." she croaked.

The middle face bent down, and it was only then that she noticed the 
white bishop's mitre.

"Oh, have no fear, Your Majesty. You will be at the palace soon enough. 
You have only just begun to learn what it means to be a prisoner of the 
White Empire."

To Be Continued...

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