The Princess
By Madcat
Siblings battle for control of a small kingdom.


James lay in bed waiting for the funeral. His father, the king, had died two
days ago. The death did not bother the young man the way it would in most
families. He and his dad never bonded. The king wanted a strong, strapping son
but instead got James. The royal heir grew up short and slight. He tried to do
right in his father's eyes but failed virtually every time.

But as the only recognized male heir, James felt like he had a wrap on the
throne. Fate may have dealt him a bad hand physically, but none of that would
matter when he became king.

James's father had many other male offspring. The old man really liked the
ladies at court and sired hundreds of children. But the king only recognized
his first two: James and his sister, Marie. The boy carefully plotted his
ascension to power. He had been busy courting the powerful nobles and
ministers over the past week. All of the elements for a smooth transition of
power seemed to be falling in place.

The young man flopped out of bed and ambled over to the castle window. The sun
shown bright and bathed the green fields down below. Soon they would be his
green fields, he mused. Due to lingering heat, James wore only a small night
shirt that barely covered the essentials. He felt no hurry to don his formal
attire for the funeral. Even though anxious to be king, James wanted to skip
the formal ceremonies to come. Fake tears and exaggerated grief didn't excite
him.

Then came a light tapping at the door.

"Who is it?" James asked but he pretty much knew the answer. Only two people
in the world knocked on his door, his manservant and his sister. Boris, his
valet, usually beat the door down when he knocked.

"Its me, James. May I enter?" his sister, Marie, enquired.

"Come on in, sis."

Actually, the two were only half related. They had different mothers. But
being of nearly the same age, they grew up the best of friends. As children
they did everything together. Left to their own devices, the siblings explored
the old castle, rode horses, teased the servants as an inseparable pair. But
something began to change as the two reached puberty. Marie, always bigger and
stronger, got much bigger and stronger.

This finally started to bother young James. He tired of losing their friendly
wrestling matches, foot races and fencing duels. Meanwhile, Marie delved more
into un-lady like athletic events. The two drifted apart but remained
friendly.

Princess Marie entered the room wearing a shirt and a pair of trousers. Dirt,
sweat and abrasions covered her powerful body. She looked and dressed like a
common man excepted for her long black hair and large, up thrust breasts.

"Out playing football again with the peasant boys?" he asked while admiring
her stout but voluptuous frame. James silently cursed himself for looking at
his sister in this way but he could not help it. She dressed with her blouse
unbuttoned and her large nipples poked thru the white fabric. This potent
sexual display made not looking nigh impossible. James' indiscretion was
really all his sister's fault. Things would change when he became king.

She smiled, "Yes, its my one guilty pleasure. I guess, when I marry, I'll have
to quit. But not until. How are you feeling?"

The big girl came over and stood close to her little brother. She stood a good
six inches taller. He looked small and dainty next to her. But James was used
to that. Even his lack of proper attire for mixed company did not bother him.
The siblings had bathed together as children and were accustomed to each
other's bodies to some extent.

"OK, I guess. I'm not looking forward to the funeral but, heck, I'm going to
be king soon."

"How do you know I won't be named queen?" she asked with a mischievous smile.

"Come on, everyone knows girls can't run an entire country. We have never had
a woman ruler. It's tradition." James announced while looking up into her dark
blue eyes.

Marie enjoyed this little exchange with her brother. Teasingly, she bent over
and ribbed him some more. "This is the 18th century you know. Girls can do
anything boys can do. Father even said so. Maybe we do need a queen instead of
a king."

To James, the succession was no laughing matter and he failed to pick up on
his sister's humorous intent. Instead, the smaller male felt intimidated as
the girl invaded his personal space. To make matters worse, he could not help
looking down his sibling's shirt. Her full breasts dangled just before his
eyes. Like many bookish boys, James had no confidence with the ladies. Most
noblemen of his age would have bedded his first serving girl years ago but not
the young prince. He had yet to get his first real kiss.

"No-no-no," he stammered like a child. "I'm the man. I get to be king."

"We'll just have to see about that." She claimed. The girl reached out and
began tickling the boy just like old times. And he retreated before her just
like he always did. Soon Marie had him backed up to the foot of the bed. She
then gave her brother a hard push and James fell on his back laughing
involuntarily. But his howling came to an abrupt end as Marie mounted his
helpless body and pinned his arms beside his head.

James struggled against his sister's overwhelming strength. He somehow hoped
that the balance of power between the two had changed with his ascension to
manhood. But in the end it made little difference. Marie seemed even stronger
than before and easily contained the pathetic little male. James' manhood did
come into the picture in another way. His night shirt had ridden up his chest
when he fell back on the bed exposing it all for his sister to see. On top of
that, he felt an uncontrollable stiffening between his legs.

"Who gets to be king?" she said from on high. Marie also knew that she had her
brother in a very compromising position. But that didn't bother the strong,
confident girl. She had seen many such things before. She also understood that
this was an entirely female controlled situation. Nothing would happen on this
bed without her consent.

Sadly, James had just the opposite reaction. He knew that his sister could do
anything she wanted to him. Not that the prince expected her too. But as he
lay naked and under her complete control, such details mattered naught. All
the fear and jealously of his obviously superior sibling bubbled to the
surface.

"Get off me. I hate you." James snarled.

The nasty tone of his voice startled the big girl. Her little romp had gone
too far and she quickly dismounted her nude brother. That's when she got her
second surprise. While she had seen her brother naked before, it was never
quite this large. Her mouth formed a great big O.

This just angered James all the more. He reached over to his sword belt that
hung on the bed post and drew his jeweled dagger. "Get out." He hissed. "I'll
make you pay for this when I'm king."

The prince threatened his sister with the tiny little weapon. For a second she
considered disarming him and trying to discuss the situation. But the prince
seemed too agitated and aroused to talk rationally at the moment. Subduing him
for a second time that morning would just make the situation worse. The girl
put her hands out and slowly backed towards the door.

"Please James, I was only horsing around. I didn't mean to get you all, well,
you know, excited." She pleaded. As soon as the words exited her mouth, Marie
regretted them.

Confidence returned to the young man as his sister retreated for the first
time. He also felt better with his night shirt covering his embarrassing
display. James advanced on his sister and promised, "We will see who gets
excited next time we talk, dear sister."

James' aggression and hatred shocked his big sibling. She had never seen this
side of her brother before. The girl turned and fled out the door.

Still shaking with rage, the young man turned and sat down. He felt no shame
in the way he treated the princess. She had it coming. His humiliation
subsided as James began to ponder all of the delightful and wicked things he
would do to his sister once he accepted the crown.

Marie spent the rest of the day thinking about her brother. She accepted full
responsibility for the humiliating incident. They weren't 10 year old
playmates anymore. The princess needed to act more mature in the future. But
for now her mind searched for a way to make things right with the future king.

Everyone, including Marie, in the castle knew of James' problem with women.
This had to be the cause of his anger, the princess decided. Her brother
suffered from sexual frustration and neglect. Fortunately, she knew just how
to solve this vexing problem. Marie would get her brother a girl, and not just
any old peasant girl, but the best one in town. Thanks to her football games
with the commoners, Marie knew just where to find such a beauty.

She waited until late evening so that the streets would be cleared. Her
actions were entirely legal but often provoked the commoners to acts of
retribution. Marie then led a squad of soldiers into the middle of town and
snatched the slut from the arms of her young lover. He tried to be a hero but
was no match for the princess. She laid him low with a stunning combination of
punches. Acting on impulse, the princess had her soldiers drag both peasants
back to the castle.

James lay in bed fretting. He should have been happy. His much detested father
had died and the prince was to be made king two days hence. All of his
carefully crafted plans seemed to be bearing fruit. Sadly, he could not stop
thinking of his sister and what she had done to him earlier in the day. The
humiliating event seemed to intensify his indecent attraction to the girl. Not
that such things were all that uncommon. Some royal families actively
practiced such relationships. But the well educated James understood the
dangers involved and wanted desperately to rise above the degenerate nobility
that surrounded him.

He needed to get the girl out of the castle quickly. The prince originally
planned to have her arrested on trumped up charges. But the more he thought
about that idea, the less he liked it. Such a bold move would look hollow and
spiteful for the new king. When he met Baron Orlov at the funeral, James
concocted another plan. In fact, the rakish baron actually suggested the idea.

One look at the tall, handsome nobleman and James knew he had found the right
husband for his tempestuous sister. The baron lived in a remote castle high in
the mountains. A perpetual skirt chaser, Orlov barely had enough money to pay
attention. Such a marriage to a minor noble would be a slap in the face to his
royal sister.

The prince agreed in principle to the offer immediately. He set up a meeting
the following day to haggle over the details. While it was customary for the
bride to offer some sort of dowry, James knew that he could demand great favor
for the hand of his sister.

His plan sounded good but the immature young man still felt dissatisfied. Much
of his angst came from the absurd fact that she had seen him nude. And, as
much as he desired it, James had not recently seen his voluptuous half sister
undressed. She often teased him with provocative clothes and tempting shots.
But he never saw the real thing: her massive, firm breasts or other feminine
treasures. The prince felt he needed to get even with his sister before she
became a bride.

A knock on the door broke his scheming. "Go away." He shouted from bed.

"James, its me." Marie responded.

"I know. Now leave before I get angry."

"I brought you a present ... ."

James loved presents and his foul disposition softened some. He jumped off the
bed and stood straight and tall (kind of). "Come on in."

Marie entered the room with a girl in tow. And not just any girl but a naked
one, except for a black blanket wrapped around her midsection. James looked at
her and fell instantly in love. His sister's present had innocent, pale blue
eyes, high cheek bones, and sandy blonde hair. The girl's sad expression
seemed to add to her infinite beauty.

"James, this is Ivy. She wants to spend the night with you. I hope this makes
amends for my inappropriate behavior this morning for which I am truly sorry."
With that, Marie grabbed Ivy's blanket and unveiled the peasant girl's naked
splendor.

For James it was an awesome sight. He had never seen such wonders before.
Ivy's voluptuous body resembled a scaled down version of Marie but without the
thick cords of muscle. The girl involuntarily stiffened at this provocation
and stuck out her big breasts even further.

"She is lovely, sister. Thank you. We can talk on this more in the morning."
James said, looking into Ivy's seductive eyes. He thought he detected a hint
of smoldering defiance in them but ignored the warning.

"Good night, brother." Marie responded and left the room. She had other plans.

James was too bewitched to waste any more time with his sister. He had
forgotten all about the morning's incident and now focused solely on the ripe,
juicy melons hanging to his front. He reached out tentatively and touched her
soft flesh.

Ivy chuckled at the timid fondling, "So you two are brother and sister?"

"Half," he said, still massaging her glorious bosom.

"That explains it." She replied with a smirk.

"Explains what." James replied angrily at the implied snub. His hand froze on
her firm breast as his body tensed.

This is too easy, Ivy thought. She might have been a mere peasant girl, but
the buxom lass refused to be a nobleman's plaything.

"It explains why your sister is so big and strong and you are small and weak."
The blonde shot back.

James snapped. His left hand flew up and struck her cheek. The open handed
blow lacked real power but it stung. The prince thought it would clearly
demonstrate to this peasant who held the power. It didn't.

Ivy flew into a rage. The glorious blonde never allowed any man to strike her.
She was the most desirable girl in town and, if the boys wanted to play with
her, they did so by her rules. Mindless of her future or that of her lover,
the stout blonde peasant assailed the prince. The two were about the same
height and weight. But Ivy spent much of her time in back breaking labor.
Anger fueled her well developed muscles. She grabbed the prince by his night
shirt and sent him tumbling into his desk.

He lay there for a second stunned by the impact. Peasant girls were not
supposed to do such things to kings. James thought about calling his guards
but quickly discarded the idea. By morning details of this sordid affair would
be all over the castle. He had to handle this woman personally. After his
humiliation that morning, it seemed like the best way to prove his manhood.

"Get up princess. I'm going to teach you a lesson on how to treat a lady." Ivy
mocked the startled prince while staring at his exposed manhood.

James covered himself as soon as he realized that his legs were spread
affording the lowly peasant a full view of his private parts. The humiliation
fueled his royal rage. He charged the luscious female as soon as he reached
his feet.

Sadly, Ivy was not a skilled fighter. She failed to mount an effective defense
and fell hard before his pounding fury. James tackled her and knocked the wind
from the buxom blonde. He then scrambled on top of his fallen foe and easily
pinned her.

For the first time that day, James felt like a king. He had defeated his enemy
and proved himself in battle. So what if it was just a pretty little peasant
girl. It was the first time her could remember every winning a fight. Still
holding her arms, James bent down and kissed her naked breasts.

This intimate touch electrified the still defiant female. She forced her hands
up and then tossed the preoccupied prince to the side. Ivy rolled out from
underneath him and got to her knees just before he leapt on her back.

"I don't think so sweetheart." He whispered into her ear, still thinking he
had won this fight. "Time to teach you to bow to your king."

While lacking in combat skills, Ivy seemed to have an instinctive grasp of
wrestling. Instead of directly contesting the prince's position, the girl fell
to the floor and rolled on to her back. This caught the male by surprise and
he wound up underneath the blonde with her shoulder length hair in his eyes
and mouth.

James panicked and released the caged tiger cat. She jumped to her feet and
the prince raced to do the same. Ivy caught him midway and yanked his
nightshirt over his head. Temporarily blinded, James flopped around fighting
his shirt instead of the girl. She tripped him up and he fell hard. Then the
girl ripped the nightshirt from his head. He now lay naked before her terrible
beauty.

"My little sister could whip your ass, princess." Ivy taunted. Perspiration
covered the girl's smooth skin and her ripe breasts heaved with exertion. Yet,
the female's body seemed to ripple with new found power and energy.

Fear and desperation gripped James as he stared at Ivy's feminine mound. It
appeared both enchantingly beautiful and terrifying to the young prince. This
time it wasn't his amazon sister knocking him around but the fairest girl in
the kingdom. Her pale blue eyes now sparkled with naked aggression and
merciless hatred. He had to do something and fast.

The defeated male tried to stand but the blonde planted a foot on his chest
and drove him back down.

"Where do you think you are going?" she asked, smiling.

For poor James this looming defeat reinforced his deep seated inferiority
complex and shattered his desire to be king. How could he hand unruly nobles
or lead men to battle when a mere peasant girl could bend him to her will. The
prince decided to end the affair and this devil spawn permanently. He pushed
her leg away, leapt to his feet and went for his trusty dagger. This wench
wouldn't be smiling much longer.

James moved very fast considering his level of exhaustion. He almost made it.
His hand closed on the pommel just she grabbed his neck and wrist. With a
grunt Ivy forced him head first on to the bed. The prince kept a grip on the
dagger. He tried to rise and free his hand but he lacked strength. Ivy's body
weight pressed him down, her left arm tightened around his neck, and her right
hand shackled his wrist.

Not used to this level of exertion, the young man's muscles began to fail in
rapid succession. He watched in abject horror as the girl bent his wrist back
and forced him to drop the dagger. She tossed the weapon off the bed.

"Princess, you mustn't play with such things. You might hurt yourself." Ivy
teased.

James started to sob as defeat closed in on him. "Please leave. I won't tell
anyone what happened here. I'll even pay you." He begged.

"But, my lord, don't you want me to spend the night? We can have lots of fun.
But first I need to teach you how to treat a lady." Ivy said as she dragged
him to his feet by his hair.

The pain from his scalp briefly energized the prince and he took a swing at
Ivy. The busty female easily blocked James' left handed punch.

"Princess, you hit like a little girl. Here is how you throw a punch." Ivy
claimed as she dug her fist into the man's soft stomach.

He bent over in distress. Ivy sat on the edge of the bed and placed the naked,
trembling prince over her lap.

"I'll bet you have never been spanked before, have you princess?" she said,
still gripping his hair.

Poor James failed to respond coherently. He simply sobbed and waited for the
blow on his exposed buttocks. Ivy was correct, he had never been spanked
before. So when the first whack finally came, James cried out in pain and
anguish.

Troopers Schmidt and Gorlock heard the prince's cries and looked at each other
quizzically. They knew the prince had a girl in his room. The guards also
heard the sounds of the struggle. A nobleman getting a little rough with a
peasant girl did not warrant their attention. But this was the prince
screaming.

"Take a look." Gorelock ordered Schmidt.

The liveried trooper quietly stuck his head in the door. Royals did not like
being disturbed when they spent quality time with their subjects so Schmidt
moved cautiously. The sight that greeted the trooper shocked the seasoned
veteran. The prince lay across a beautiful blonde's lap while she proceeded to
tan his backside. For a second his eyes met hers and she smiled sweetly.
Schmidt could not resist smiling back as he closed the door.

"What is it?" Gorelock asked.

"Don't ask." Schmidt replied, shaking his head in disbelief.

Rolf paced the castle room nervously. He had no idea what was going on and
this added to agitated state. As a peasant, he lived at the whim of his liege
lord. They could hold him at the castle for any reason. Even torture was a
possibility. The male prisoner felt vulnerable and exposed with just an old
blanket wrapped around his waist. At least they hadn't thrown him in the
dungeons, the young man thought. By the looks of things, he was in the
princess's personal chambers.

His thoughts turned to the humiliating defeat at her hands an hour ago. It
seemed impossible that the statuesque brunette leveled him so easily. While
not a large person, Rolf had a powerful build and, like most peasants, had his
share of scrapes. He could go toe to toe with any man. But the princess hit
him so hard and fast, Rolf never got a shot in. Of course, he did not expect
such ferocity out of a princess. This had to be the answer to his dilemma. The
taller girl had simply surprised him with a lucky shot or two. If given
another chance, he would teach this upstart royal a thing or two.

The boy's big chance all of a sudden strode thru the door. She looked more
like a hunter than a princess in her leather breaches and tight white blouse.
Despite his seething hatred and fear, Rolf could not help but admire her hour
glass figure and incredible cleavage.

Marie struggled with her own emotions. For the life of her, she did not
understand why she brought this man to her bedroom. While quite handsome, Rolf
just did not measure up to what the princess preferred in men. She had much
more experience than her sibling in matters of the heart. But Marie always
chose the biggest and strongest peasant boys for a roll in the hay. Rolf
barely stood taller than her brother.

Her bother, somehow the squirrelly little runt had something to do with this.
Deep in her heart, Marie knew the terrifying truth. She, too, had enjoyed the
raw sexual power that she had demonstrated that morning. Rolf was here to help
her re-enact those events and perhaps take things to a new, more satisfying,
level.

"Where's Ivy?" he demanded with as much bravado as he could muster.

"She is paying homage to her future king. Don't worry. She is in good hands as
you are." Marie responded as she approached her prey. The brunette also
admired his lean and naked torso. His chest had a nice V shape and his arms
thickly muscled. Subduing him would be much more challenging and rewarding
than her skinny little brother.

"Stay back." He warned, noting a dangerous look in her deep blue eyes. "If it
weren't for your guards, I would kill you with my bare hands."

"Guards, what guards." She replied coyly. Marie stopped just outside his
striking range.

"The ones standing right outside the door." Rolf said in a wavering voice. He
felt the world closing in around him.

"Guards! Guards! Get in here!" the princess shouted. Nothing happened. "See,
no guards. It's just me and you. You are free to leave if you want. Or you can
stay and extract your manly vengeance on a helpless princess."

"Your crazy." The young man asserted. Despite his growing concern, Rolf
bravely glanced down at her massive breasts. They seemed just too large and
too high. Big hard nipples poked out of the girl's shirt like spear points.

"Perhaps, but now I'm waiting to see if you are half the man that you say you
are." Marie challenged the smaller male. She stepped in closer and, noting his
apparent interest, stuck out her mighty bosom. Her size advantage became more
dramatic as the huntress neared her prey. She wore black boots with sizable
heels that caused her to tower over the poor little peasant boy.

Rolf's courage failed as he gazed up at the beautiful princess. He felt small
and fragile before this magnificent female specimen. The man wanted to strike
her. He wanted to defend himself. Rolf no longer thought revenge for his
earlier humiliation. By now he knew the princess stood ready to visit even
greater indignities upon his manhood. Sadly, his arms seemed frozen at his
side. Rolf tried to speak but just gulped.

The princess sensed his fear and hesitation. She viewed this intimidation as a
double edged sword. The male's virtual surrender boosted her confidence and
power. But Marie had been looking forward to a true mixed battle. She wanted
to test her speed and strength against a worthy masculine opponent. And Rolf
represented a perfectly proportioned adversary for the princess in her first
boy fight. So Marie decided on one last provocation to force him into to this
battle of the sexes. Her left hand reached over and yanked away his blanket.
There could be no confusion now as to her intentions.

Unfortunately, she underestimated male cowardice in unfamiliar territory. Had
a large man done these things, Rolf would not have hesitated to punch his
lights out. But this was no man that terrorized him this night. He seemed
paralyzed by fear of the amazon princess. Stripping him naked just forced his
complete surrender.

"Please, Princess Marie, don't. Just let me go." Rolf begged.

"Its far too late for that, my boy." She said, pulling him close and holding
the virile young man tight. Their lips met and she barraged him with hungry
kisses. Rolf seemed to melt into her powerful embrace. Her body felt
incredibly firm and warm against his naked flesh. Even her comparatively soft
breasts dug into his well muscled chest.

"You ... are ... mine ... tonight. You will ... .do ... precisely as you ...
.are told. Any disobedience ... will be met with ... harshest punishment.
Understand?" Marie managed to say as her tongue probed his mouth.

"Yes, ma'am." he replied in perfect obedience.

But it failed to satisfy the dominant female who wanted nothing more than to
be able to demonstrate her awesome power. She roughly disengaged from their
lip lock and led a speechless Rolf over to the bed where Marie proceeded to
whip him until he cried. Then she raped him over and over again.

It went on for hours. Rolf had disappointed her with his lack of fighting
spirit. But he rose to the occasion in the sack. Even after he lost control on
a couple of times, and received summary punishment, Rolf stayed with the
hungry princess every wonderful step of the way.

She kicked him out of the castle in the predawn hours. It gave him a chance to
slink home before too many probing eyes saw him. Marie thought about doing the
same with Ivy but decided to let her brother call the shots on that one. The
girl fell back into a deep, satisfied sleep.

The sun was high in the sky when Marie finally stirred again. She threw on an
old nightshirt and hustled down the hall to her brother's room. The guards
eyed her lustily as she approached James' private chambers. Perhaps they too
need some chastisement, the princess thought. But then she looked down and saw
that the old nightshirt showed way too much of her long, strong legs. Marie
simply stared down both males as she breezed past them. In her excitement over
the night's events, the girl forgot to knock on her brother's door. Nothing
could have prepared her for what she saw.

Marie had expected her brother to be in good spirits. She even thought they
might trade some bawdy stories of their nightly adventures. Instead, the
princess found her bother tied spread eagle to his bed. Ivy appeared to be
long gone. He was naked and his manhood enlarged and blue. The princess ran to
his side and untied him. James just whimpered and refused to look at his
sister.

"What happen?" Marie asked as she untied the last of his bonds. But the girl
already knew what happened. James' condition bore an uncanny resemblance to
Rolf's. For some reason the princess wanted to hear her brother say it.

The poor lad was well beyond a rational discussion at that point. He rolled
out from underneath his sister as she untied the last of his bonds. Then James
fled to the side of the room, trying to put as much distance between him and
his scantily clad sister as possible. He found his trusty dagger on the floor
and pointed it at Marie.

The girl advanced on him slowly. "Settle down James. Everything is OK now.
Tell me what happened."

"That - That vile girl attacked me. She spanked and whipped me. Then she made
me, well, oh god, she made kiss her thing. She tied me up and teased me all
night long. I've had this for hours and now it won't go away." He blurted out
and pointed at his big blue.

Marie smiled at the thought of her brother orally servicing the beautiful
blonde. It never occurred to busty brunette during her domination of Rolf. The
princess felt like she missed out on something. A gnawing hunger began to
build inside the young woman. She walked toward her younger brother.

"Relax James. Let me help you with that." Marie said with a smile.

"No. Stay back." James warned while waving the blade at his sister.

The princess knew at that point her brother could never be king. He was just
too weak, both mentally and physically. James would not survive a year on the
throne. Some greedy noble or half witted relative would kill him. Marie
understood that only she was strong enough to rule. The girl needed to show
her brother this in no uncertain terms. His life depended on it.

James never got a chance to use the dagger. Marie moved with the blinding
speed of a trained athlete. She grabbed her diminutive brother by the wrists
and drove him back to the wall. He watched in agony as his sister crushed the
wrist holding the weapon. It clattered to the floor. James had little
tolerance for pain.

The princess bent down and kissed him roughly. This was no chaste gesture and
James knew it.

"No, Marie. Don't do this. It's wrong. We are brother and sister." He moaned
with forbidden pleasure. She pressed her steely body against his.

"I am going to be queen, James, and I can do whatever I want. Let me show
you." She said, lifting her brother up. The girl took him over to the bed and
plopped him down on his back. Marie grabbed his blue shaft and tweaked the
tip.

"No, no!" the prince protested in vain. He exploded with pleasure just seconds
later.

"See, you belong to me now James. I want you to withdraw your petition to the
ministers and support me. Now show your new queen how much you love her." She
said as she straddled his bony shoulders.

James never got a chance to respond as a wet darkness enveloped him.

Two hours later, Marie lay naked in her bed. So much had happened over the
last couple days, she had trouble sorting it all out. Her thoughts turned to
her brother as sleep came gradually to the big and powerful girl. She knew
that he would never support her for queen. James wanted to be king more than
anything. But Marie had a plan for thwarting him. She just needed a couple
hours of sleep before the king's council meeting.

The girl's mind wandered to the last meeting with her brother. While not much
of a man, he had certainly performed well with his tongue. The peasant girl
must have trained him well, Marie snickered. Much to her surprise, she began
to feel a tingling between her legs. The princess had more sex in the last 24
hours than any time in her life. Yet she still wanted more.

Just as her right hand began to address this urge, the princess's bedroom door
burst open and in walked a tall, dark, and handsome man. The girl reacted
quickly. She leapt out of bed with blinding speed and grabbed her rapier.

"How dare you enter my chambers armed and unannounced. I should run you thru
for this offense." Mare threatened. She knew the intruder. All the young women
in court did. It was none other than the irascible Baron Orlov.

"My, my, did I make an excellent choice." He said admiring her naked charms.

"What are you talking about?" Marie replied while closing menacingly on his
position.

If the baron harbored any concerns, they did show in his confident posturing.
He knew better than most the importance of body language.

"Your brother accepted my marriage proposal on your behalf. His only
requirement was that we leave the castle immediately. I most graciously
agreed. It would be wonderful to consummate our vows here and now. But I fear
we must leave before your little twit of a brother comes to his senses. So, my
dear, throw on a dress and pack a bag. We leave at once in my very private
coach. I promise to make the journey to my castle a very pleasurable
experience."

"I'm not going anywhere and I'm not marrying you, Orlov. You have three
seconds to leave my room." The princess said, pointing her sword right at his
chest.

"Or what, my dear wife." Orlov replied indignantly.

"I'll kill you where you stand. One ... ." Marie started the count. She had
never actually killed anybody in her life.

"I love it when you get angry." The baron said while staring at her heaving
bosom.

"Two ... "

"Oh no, what am I to do." He replied mockingly. The baron had killed at least
a dozen men in duels. He read her hesitation and knew exactly what to do.

"Three!" Marie said, thrusting at her enemy. Her sword hit only empty air as
the count twisted to one side.

"You will have to do better than that." The male joked. Her blow came closer
than he expected. The girl moved quickly for her size and possessed uncommon
skill with the blade. The evil count wanted to make her angry.

On that account, he succeeded wildly. The naked princess responded with
increasingly erratic sword strokes. Years of fencing training dissolved in a
rush of anger. She really wanted to run this foul man thru.

But he dodged every blow the grace of a ballerina. Finally, Marie missed big
and Orlov moved to take advantage of the over extended girl. He grabbed her
sword wrist with his right hand and wrapped his left around her throat. The
Baron artfully twisted his foe and held the naked beauty firmly from behind.

"That's no way to treat your future husband." He said, whispering into her
ear.

Marie relaxed for a second and sized up her opponent. His successful tactics
had become obvious and she needed to change things up a little. Orlov had a
slight advantage in height and weight but the princess did not feel
outclassed. Time to get physical, she decided.

"How does this feel." She said, ramming her head sideways into his.

The feel of her taut skin plus the lull in the battle had caused the baron to
drop his defenses. The mini-head butt surprised him and he recoiled in pain.
Marie followed up with a strong elbow to the ribs. His hold weakened and the
girl spun around. She hit the rake with the pommel of her sword in the nose.
It exploded with blood and the Baron staggered back against her dresser.

"You will have to do better than that if you want to marry me, Orlov." Marie
laughed at the bloodied male. The amazon realized that she had passed up an
opportunity for an easy kill.

"You bitch. You will pay for that!" the baron swore. He pulled his rapier and
tried desperately to stem the flow of blood from his nose.

"Did I hurt the big bad baron?" Marie laughed. "Surely, you are man enough to
stand up to your future wife."

Orlov felt his blood begin to boil. Somehow this vile girl had taken control
of the situation. Time for a little payback, the baron decide. He attacked
with his trusty blade as soon as he managed to halt his loss of blood.

The baron was a master swordsman and expected to make short work of this ill
tempered hussy. But somehow the girl kept one step ahead of him. Marie stayed
on the defensive and fell into a nice rhythm of parry and riposte. The male
became increasingly frustrated with his inability to best a mere girl and a
naked one at that. He found her bouncing breasts to be an added distraction.

Cursing, the baron launched into a series of rapid thrusts. Marie parried all
of the lethal strokes and launched a wicked counter attack that backed up her
foe. Orlov felt his sword arm begin to tire as he re-engaged. Both combatants
were slick with sweat. The man, however, lacked the girl's physical
conditioning. He led a soft life of decadence and debauchery. His previous
duels had been quick and one sided affairs. The princess easily blocked his
clumsy hack. She kicked the baron in the chest and sent him stumbling back.

He was losing this contest and the man knew it. His breath came in desperate
gasps and his sword arm felt heavy. But he had no intention of submitting to
this female. The baron charged with the intent of overbearing his sexy enemy.
They locked swords as he collided with her. The exhausted male managed to
drive the girl back to the edge of the bed.

The surprised princess dug in her heels. Summoning all of her potent feminine
power, she halted his advance. His face was just inches from hers and Marie
could see the look of confusion in his eyes. The count had expected her to
simply fold in this direct contest of strength. Fear replaced the confusion as
he recognized just how strong the girl was. Orlov exerted every ounce of his
failing strength hoping somehow to avert the looming debacle. But he could not
stop the inevitable. Sensing victory, Marie literally exploded and sent the
weak male sprawling backwards. He lost his grip on the rapier and it clattered
across the floor.

Orlov looked up at the statuesque beauty with a sense of reverence and awe. He
had made a huge mistake here. No man could ever tame or possess this force of
nature. No wonder the king had been so keen to be rid of her. She stood over
him with her hands on her hips and her massive breasts thrust out in apparent
victory. But the baron lay closer to the door ...

"Baron, baron, baron, what am I to do with you." Marie said with a pretty
smile.

He did not bother with a response. Instead, the baron leapt to his feet with
the speed of a very desperate man and ran for the door. The move failed to
surprise the princess and she tackled him from behind before he got three
paces. The two wrestled on the floor for a minute but the result was never
really in question. The irascible Orlov wound up on his back with the mighty
female securely in control.

"What are you going to do to me?" he asked. Despite his predicament, the baron
could not help staring at her big brown nipples.

"Well, since we are going to be married, may be we should just talk for a
while and get to know each other." Marie said.

"I thought you did not want to marry."

"That was then. Before I beat the snot out of you. If we marry, I could make
you serve me in ways you never dreamed of."

"Please no," he responded. The male tried to move his arms just to see if this
was some kind of nightmare. They didn't budge.

"Don't you find me attractive?"

"Well, yes, but I can't live a life like that."

"Let's see, shall we." Marie released him and stood up. "Take off all off you
clothes."

Orlov rose slowly. His body shook with exhaustion and fear. "Please, princess,
please just let me go."

"Come on baron, don't be afraid of your new wife." The lady said as she
grabbed the lapels of his shirt and woman handled him over to the wall. Then
Marie proceeded to rip the clothes from his body pausing only when she came to
his small cotton underwear. Her hand grabbed the side and slowly started to
pull.

"No, please." The baron sobbed but he knew it would do him no good. Orlov had
done the same thing to many a reluctant peasant girl.

"A girl has a right to see the merchandise before she buys it." Marie replied
as she pulled.

For a second it looked like the underwear might defy her strength. Then it
gave way with a loud rip unveiling his manliness underneath. Much to the
princess's chagrin, the baron showed no signs of arousal. She ran her hand
down his trembling chest, nonetheless, and kicked her sexual assault into high
gear.

"Not bad for a nobleman." Marie commented. She bent slightly and draped the
baron over her broad shoulder. In an impressive display of strength, the girl
carried the distraught male over to her bed. There, she laid him out gently
and mounted his shoulders.

"Show your new wife how much you love her." She prompted.

The noble looked up at her from between her strong thighs. He wanted to escape
this terrible beauty in the worst way but she was firmly in control. His only
path forward appeared to be obedience. Tentatively, the male reached up and
tasted her treasures. Marie quivered as his tongue slid in. He sensed her lust
and responded vigorously. The couple fell into a downward spiral of female
domination. Before it was over, Marie had climaxed twice and Orlov eagerly
performed his oral devotions.

The powerful brunette finally stopped and looked down at her future husband.
The girl's hands still cupped her big breasts and teased her hard nipples.
"Thank you, my lord. That was a wonderful gift." She mocked him.

But Marie wasn't quite thru. She turned and looked back at his equipment. It
had swollen to massive proportions, paying homage to her beauty and strength.

"Do you want more, my dear baron, or do you still want to leave me?" the girl
asked.

She still pinned his arms down. He wasn't going anywhere without her
permission. Thoughts of retreat had receded in his mind. All the man could
think of was his deep need for female affection.

"I want more, princess." He said with a faint smile.

"Beg me." Marie required.

"Please, princess, I need you. Please. Please."

The girl responded by placing his hands on her steaming bosom and impaling
herself on his shaft. It felt so good, so satisfying to tame the irascible
Baron Orlov.

Princess arrived at the king's council wearing her finest dress. She had scant
time to prepare due to the Orlov affair but the girl looked as lovely as any
of the other ladies at court. Marie's tall stature added to her striking
appearance. Heads turned when the valet announced her presence. But only her
brother, flanked by his ministers, looked shocked.

Marie took a seat in the gallery and the meeting commenced soon after.
Minister and minister gave a glowing account of young James. The time to vote
arrived after a very sobering hour of monotone speech. The chamberlain stood
up.

"Time for our election of James to the position of king. Does anyone here have
claim to challenge his authority?" he announced.

"I do." Marie answered firmly. She rose slowly and smiled at the council.

"Princess, by what right?" the chamberlain asked in a condescending tone.

"I am the oldest child. I should, no, I must be made queen. James just is not
cut from kingly cloth." Small ripples of laughter swept thru the room.

"But you are just a girl."

"I know that, chamberlain." More laughter.

Obviously a little perturbed, the chamberlain turned to the council and said,
"Does anyone here nominate the princess to be queen?"

None of the noblemen on the council raised their hand. They wanted a weak
king. James was a perfect choice for these men. And they had no intention of
putting a woman in charge.

"I'm sorry princess. You have no support for your claim." The tall, gaunt
chamberlain said. He made up his mind to visit the girl later. Her father
obviously spoiled her. She needed to learn some respect for her new king.

The chamberlain started to call for the vote, but the beautiful brunette cut
him off. "Then I demand justice. I demand a trial by combat to determine who
shall rule."

A hush descended over the hall. No one really wondered who would win between
the siblings, but for a female to challenge a male to combat was unheard of.
The chamberlain turned to face her, his usually calm demeanor replaced by a
mask of rage.

"Princess, such a thing has not been done for hundreds of years. Now if you
don't sit down I shall call in soldiers to remove you."

"The girl has a right to request this." Duke Sandoval answered the
chamberlain. The crowd howled in approval. "What does James say?"

James wanted to crawl under a rock and hide. The big bitch was supposed to be
long gone. Baron Orlov would pay dearly for this. He simply could not even
dream of fighting his powerful sister. "I, well, you know ... " was all that
came out his mouth.

Boris, James's tough, pig faced valet, stepped up and announced, "By
tradition, James has 24 hours to decide."

Then the big manservant picked up the little princeling and led him out of the
hall.

The castle hummed with excitement the next day as everyone waited for the
prince's decision. Word spread just after lunch that James was ready. The
council quickly assembled. People of all stripes crammed the hall and the
soldiers moved in to restore order. Tension filled the air as the peaceful
transition of power balanced on a knife's edge.

Marie took a spot in front of the council. She wore her traditional garb of
breeches, blouse and leather vest. A rapier hung at her side. The girl was
ready.

James entered and took his seat in the middle of the council. He glanced
around nervously. Finally, his eyes settled on his sister's voluptuous frame.

"Well, brother, what have you decided?" the princess asked.

Boris moved up to James's shoulder. "James has accepted your trial princess.
But as royalty, he has elected to name a champion instead of personally
participating. My own brother, Alex the Terrible, will represent James. And,
as the aggrieved party, James has picked the type of combat. It will be
wrestling."

A small gasp swept thru the crowd. Wrestling was a popular sport in the
kingdom and everyone knew Alex. He stood at least 6-6 and weighed a good 250
pounds. The massive male savagely won almost every tournament. Many men
refused to face him in the ring.

But Marie simply nodded. Boris had out smarted her but she was not one to give
up easily. "OK, I accept."

"Do you wish to name a champion?" Boris asked.

The girl wanted one but knew that she could find no man willing to face Alex
the Terrible. Unlike her cowardly brother, she would face this challenge
personally.

"No, I will face and defeat your champion."

Boris smiled broadly. "OK, comeback at 2PM tomorrow for the match. Good luck
princess. You will need it."

The princess left the castle alone and under the cover of darkness. She was
not afraid of Alex the Terrible per se. But the girl was not stupid. She had
seen the monster wrestle and knew her chances against this terrible man. Marie
needed help. Fortunately, she knew just who to turn to.

The forest looked dark and dangerous. It did contain more than its share of
bandits. But the princess entered without fear or hesitation. She moved
quietly and surely with her trusty rapier at her side. It never hurt to have a
little protection.

Eventually, Marie emerged into a clearing. A small bonfire dominated the
center. Surrounding the fire were a dozen naked women. They knelt and chanted
in an ancient tongue. In the middle stood a woman in white robe. None of the
females carried arms but they were completely safe. Even the bandits feared
the queen of the forest.

"Greetings, princess. It's nice to see you again. We have missed you." The
robed woman said with her back turned to the girl.

"Its good to be back, high priestess." Marie said, her head bowed. She had
spent many nights at ring of fire, but the girl eventually rejected that life.

"So what brings you to our holy place, child? Do you wish to commune with the
Goddess again?" the older woman asked.

"No, high priestess, I am unworthy. I instead ask for your help."

"And why should I help you?"

"Because I was once a sister here. I know the Goddess and her ways. Now I seek
the throne. One that should be mine by birth, but one that is denied me due to
my sex. Tomorrow I must face Alex the Terrible in a trial by combat. I seek
something to aid me in this battle."

"You wish to rule the world of men?"

"Yes, highness. If I can, I will end the persecution of this faith. You can
move back into the open and worship proudly. No more hiding in the forest."

"We aren't hiding here. The forest is our home. But your aims are noble, young
one. I will aid you. Come and pray with us."

Marie walked towards the circle and the high priestess came to her. She began
to unbutton Marie's blouse. "High priestess, I am no longer a virgin. I have
laid with a man, well, err, a couple, or maybe more, but not a lot of men."

"Do not worry my child. The Goddess gives guidance to all women not under the
yoke of male rule. And I sense that you are still a free spirit." The robed
woman said as her hands cupped Marie's enormous bosom. The princess's nipples
hardened rapidly under the gentle touch of the robed woman.

"I will mix a potion for you. It will take some time. Pray with our sisters
once again." The priestess continued. She removed the rest of the girl's
clothes. "I'm sure that the rest of the worshippers here will be glad to have
you."

The princess smiled at the implications of the woman's comments. She knelt and
prayed as the high priestess disappeared into the forest. The older woman
returned an hour later to find the prayer ring had degenerated into a knot of
naked women. As with most pagan fertility cults, things always ended this way.
It just happened faster than normal this time.

She found the princess servicing a nubile young blonde. The priestess led her
away, into the forest. "Drink this one hour before the combat. It will make
you as strong as ten men." The robed woman said, staring longingly up at the
princess.

"My thanks. I knew you would help me." Marie replied. She gently removed the
priestess's robe. The older woman stood there innocently, covering her nudity
as best as she could.

Marie pulled the priestess close and kissed her roughly. That's the way the
older woman liked it and the younger one too.

The great hall filled up quickly the next day. Everyone wanted to watch this
historic event. Soldiers limited the audience to just the nobility.

The princess entered the hall first and took her position in the hastily
fabricated ring. She wore a white blouse and trousers. The girl stood tall and
proud as the assembled nobility eyed her warily. They didn't like her, Marie
knew that much. The men resented her threat and challenge to their natural
authority. The women hated the way their men looked at her. But Marie didn't
care what these self-serving dolts thought.

Yet the girl was concerned. She had drunk the potion but felt no different. It
should have been working by now, Marie thought, flexing her muscles
absentmindedly. She still had faith in the Goddess and the high priestess but
a little super human strength would be comforting.

James gave her little time to worry. He entered with his champion a couple of
minutes later. Alex strode in just behind the prince as was proper. But he
dwarfed the little guy. A hush swept thru the audience as they sized up the
male champion. The men admired his awesome physique. The women did even more
so. Alex wasn't pretty by any means, yet, for many a fair maiden, he
represented the perfect man: tall, powerful and dominating.

The big male entered the ring and smiled down at the pretty little girl. Alex
had never wrestled a woman before but was happy for the opportunity,
especially with this busty babe. Princess or no, he would have some fun with
her.

Alex the Terrible flexed his mountainous muscles, playing to the crowd and
hoping to intimidate the much smaller female. He fought topless, as was the
custom, and wore tight fitting breeches.

Marie shocked him and the crowd by ripping off her white blouse and flexing
her own set of impressive biceps. Of course, most of the men present were too
busy staring at the girl's even more impressive breasts to notice the feminine
muscles rippling down her arms and back.

Her foe just chuckled at the female display. He would enjoy breaking this
young filly. Never in his mind did the male think he could loose.

"Come, little girl, let's play." Alex said, closing casually on his opponent.

"Lets." The princess confirmed as she leapt at the male champion. It was an
unconventional move that the girl had picked up from watching the peasant boys
fight. She slid between the giant's legs and grabbed his outstretched arms.
Marie pulled hard, Alex flipped forward and landed on his back.

A hushed silence swept the great hall as they saw the great male champion go
down. The battle was far from over but the girl had already done much better
than anyone expected. More than a few husbands squirmed nervously next to
their wives.

No one felt more surprised than Alex. He rolled quickly to his feet with
astonishing dexterity. But Marie was already in position. She gave the
champion a swift kick to the butt while he was off balance. The big man
careened forward into the ropes and flopped over them ignominiously. For a
moment the woman owned the ring. She did a quick double biceps pose for the
audience.

A few women actually cheered for her. Most sat in stunned silence as a man
they admired and lusted after struggled to stand and get back in the ring. A
cold sweat descended on most of the men.

James twitched nervously as he watched the battle unfold. Boris's plan had
sounded good but somehow the young man knew this would happen. His big sister
was simply unbeatable.

Alex, however, was far from beaten. He had outlasted many tough opponents. The
male gingerly stepped back into the ring to face the wily female fighter.

"Alex the no so Terrible comeback and play with me." Marie teased. She
continued her double biceps pose and her arms swelled with confidence. The
princess felt the power of the goddess surging thru her.

He marched defiantly up to the beautiful brunette. "You are going to pay for
that my dear."

"Oh really," she replied, breaking her pose and brazenly grabbing his crotch.
It all happened so fast that Alex just stood there. Marie squeezed hard and
man screamed like a little girl.

He wanted to strike back at this vile creature but couldn't. It was as if his
arms refused the command. Instead, his knees buckled. The female released his
male parts and put him in a head lock. Her bony arm cut into his wind pipe and
smashed his face into her soft breast.

The audience watched in horror as the champ's face turned deep red. He
struggled to break free but could not. The girl was too strong and held him on
his knees. Soon his rigid body started to go slack. She dropped him like a big
sack of potatoes. Alex struggled for consciousness but gamely tried to stand.

"I could pin you right now. But I think a submission would be more in order."
Marie commented as she reached down and grabbed his breeches. A loud ripping
sound followed.

This time all of the women cheered the unveiling of the great male specimen.
Some even stood up for a better viewing. Most of the men couldn't watch any
more. Many left or at least tried to. As they watched the young, voluptuous
girl humiliate their champion, the men knew that much more was at stake here
than just a crown.

Alex felt fear for the first time in his life. He wasn't fighting a woman but
some sort of demoness. The man just lay there and hid his rapidly hardening
manhood.

"Get up you cowardly man and fight me." Marie said, kicking his naked flank.
But the man had no intention of giving her that satisfaction. Instead he
surrendered.

Boris, the pig faced footman, could take no more. His plan was the best. It
was fool proof. He jumped into the ring and screamed at his little brother.
"Get up you fool. Get up. Don't let this bitch beat you."

"Bitch, eh?" the busty brunette as she spun around.

BIFF! BOOM! POW! Alex watched as the female foe pummeled his brother. But the
girl had her back turned. This was his chance. He leapt to his feet and put
her into a full nelson.

"Now I got you." The male whispered as he poured on the pressure. Alex wanted
to make her submit right away.

Marie just laughed and rubbed her taut buttocks against his large pole. "Is
that a cucumber back there or are you just happy to see me?"

The naked man reacted angrily and pressed down even harder. It looked like the
massively muscled male could break the girl in two. But he made little headway
against the mighty woman. It was like wrestling a marble statue. The strength
contest seemed to go on as his cucumber simmered uncontrollably. Finally, the
male champion began to shake and thrust with his hips. It ended a few seconds
later.

His hold weakened and the princess broke free. She whipped around and twisted
Alex's arm behind his back. A second later the male champion was on his knees,
naked and trembling.

"Submit to me." The busty brunette commanded. He did and so followed the rest
of the kingdom.

Days later, the queen lay in bed with her new husband. It was their wedding
night and she desperately wanted to please him. The girl wore her sexiest
black corset and did the new crown prince doggy-style. He was on his hands and
knees, taking every inch of the royal sex toy.

They were not alone. The high priestess lay at the head of the bed. Her long
legs were spread and the irascible count had his head buried between them. The
woman was nominally a virgin, but she sometimes allowed men to worship at her
shrine.

"You did well princess and it appears you have chosen a good husband." The
older woman panted. The count knew how to pleasure the fairer sex.

"Thank you, high priestess, but it was you that made this possible. Your
potion worked wonders. You must give me the recipe. It may come in handy in
the future." Marie replied, glancing down at her naked husband.

"Not possible, young one. The potion is a complex mixture. It would take years
for you to learn its secrets." The high priestess moaned. That part wasn't
quite true. The strength potion consisted of nothing more than tea and brandy.
She had mixed it between rounds of ale at a local tavern. But the new queen
didn't need to know that.

James, the boy who would be king, also spent the night with his new wife. His
sister had married him off as one of her first acts as queen. The lucky lady
was one of Marie's best friends. James understood from the outset that this
would be no normal marriage. His sister intended for him to be controlled and
dominated. The boy's lovely wife dressed him in silk underwear and caned him
nightly. But the James didn't care. He enjoyed being flat on his back, his
manhood finally encased by a beautiful woman.

Poor Rolf, the peasant boy, started the evening fighting for his life. He
struck at his agile foe but his blows failed to land. They hit only empty air
or were turned aside at the last second. Meanwhile, the young lad took shot
after shot. His opponent didn't punch real hard but they still hurt.
Frustrated, Rolf stepped up and tried to bear his foe down. A foot came up and
caught the male squarely on the chin. He staggered back, his legs threatening
to buckle.

Ivy put her hands on her hips and stuck out her full breasts triumphantly. The
fight had been her idea. She didn't want to hurt her young lover per se. But
Rolf had refused to believe her story about the castle. He needed a lesson in
the worst way. And, even though she didn't quite understand it, Ivy wanted to
dominate the young man. She sought to humiliate him, break him and bend the
male to her will. Subconsciously, the peasant girl was reliving her triumph in
the castle.

"Give up, boy?" she said contemptuously. Ivy wore a folksy little red dress
that showed off her nubile young body.

The peasant boy wasn't buying it. She had just gotten lucky, he told himself
as a spot of blood dribbled from his nose. He advanced on the girl, bravely
determined to put her in her place. Rolf took two shaky steps. He thought he
saw the girl's arm start to move. Then the world dissolved into darkness.

It took a bucket of water to roust him from his artificial slumber. She had
stripped him naked and young Rolf lay wet and frightened in the candlelight.
He didn't want to relive his surrender at the castle, but it seemed
unavoidable now.

"Give it up, Rolf. You are no match for me." Ivy announced, her foot proudly
planted on his chest.

"OK, you win. Now let me go." The boy pouted. But he was in no position to
give orders.

"Go? Go? I don't think so, lover. We have all night." The busty blonde
announced with mischief in her sparkling blue eyes.