Queen Boudina's men spewed from the gates of the Fortress City like ants from a disturbed nest as Daygar's army advanced towards them. At least four thousand baying, sword waving heathens swept towards them fearlessly as five of the Giant Lord's trusted Knights led battalions of better equipped and trained soldiers strategically at the front and flanks. Lord Chesil spearheaded the attack to divide the swarm and secure the entrance to the City as Daygar came from his flank; two more Lords were closing in from the rear of the City from the legions stationed on the border with Mercuria.
Lord Chesil was rapidly achieving his aim, sitting astride a huge chestnut horse; his bulky frame not unlike Daygar's his sword scything a path for his men. The Giant Lord was within several hundred yards of the entrance when another wave of Boudina's army flooded from it led by the 'Bitch Queen' herself. Daygar had never witnessed anything of its kind, the woman astride her massive charger, sat tall in the saddle with auburn hair streaking behind her at full gallop into the approaching pack towards Chesil. There was no hint of armour or helmet or any protection other than a long black corseted gown, her skirts slit to the waist either side displaying long strong legs gripping the flanks of her mount. Black mid calf boots dug into the horses belly propelling her into the baying crowd, her curious sword, little more than eighteen inches in length and about three wide waved high above her head.
Daygar made toward her but his progress was slow as if riding through treacle, his sword slicing a path through the mad rabble of her army but he was three hundred yards away as Boudina met Lord Chesil. He watched expectantly, waiting for his knight to take her with his long sword when Chesil's arm, along with the glinting shaft of steel fell from him like a log, lopped off by one of Boudina's surrounding foot soldiers. Daygar was helpless as the 'Bitch Queen' hove alongside his disarmed knight, her men encompassing him as the statuesque woman swung her short weapon, reflecting the afternoon sun as it arced towards the stunned Lord.
Chesil's head flipped awkwardly to one side when another sweep of her sword sent it spinning from his shoulders, his headless torso somersaulting backwards from his mount. Daygar's men were unmoved and still advancing steadily, far outnumbering the defending army as Boudina turned and headed back to her City, leaving her hoards to continue the onslaught. The Giant Lord suddenly realised that Boudina had mistaken Chesil for him and, thinking she had beheaded the Leader returned to her Citadel expecting the attack to flounder.
It was little more than half an hour before Boudina realised her mistake and by then Daygar's forces had successfully divided her men pinning them against the giant walls unable to retreat back into the Fortress. Lord Chesil's battalion had been spurned on by the loss of their commander and had taken the entrance, finding little resistance within the City. Lord Bowdan had tutored the Knights on tackling a defeated foe, backing them up against the walls, three or four thousand men with nowhere to go. Restricted and outnumbered they gradually lowered their weapons, accepting the conquering force; there would be no mass bloodshed of these fighting men, valuable resources for Daygar's expanding army. Within days they would be reincarnated into his legions creating the largest army within the ten nations, an unstoppable force in the quest for the Northern Kingdoms.
Inside the great walls men surrendered whilst the women, having sheltered the young and infirm from what they knew would be inevitable, relinquished themselves to the invaders. The men had done their duty in fighting for the City and the women knew their duty would be to throw a dampening veil over the boiling cauldron of testosterone. Plucked from the huddles of resigned femininity the women were being plundered of their delicate treasures, dresses and other female attire stripped and strewn about as the hoards of grasping men pleasured their desperate cocks!
There was little surprise at the scene playing out in the centre of the City, it was the way of things, the men had done their war and now it was the turn of the women, but instead of sword and blood it was guile and intrigue as they sought to diffuse the animal ferocity of their invaders. Calm would descend as soon as the lustful desires of the men were sated and a new normality would take over. New bonds would form and the Kingdom would be strengthened and hopefully the tyranny of the 'Bitch Queen' would vanish forever.
After the initial ferocity the women knew they would be repatriated with surviving husbands and fathers under a common leadership and the widows would find knew protectors, but for now they were snatched as trophies. The City square was festooned with countless bare breasted conquests stripped of their modesty, kneeling before or spread beneath men or bent over convenient trestles and bales, requiting eager cocks. The pretty ones attracting the most attention servicing the urgent needs of several men before being scooped up by the most powerful.
On the steps to the shuttered Citadel Daygar's men were battering down the huge doors whilst a huddle of high-born Ladies having failed to gain access before the Queen's men had barricaded it were discovered and pillaged. Fine cloaks and silk were stripped from them, joining the masses of common women in calming the savagery and lust, separated from them only by delicate hair fashions and fragranced bodies. A serf of no importance with a captured sword from a fallen soldier his only possession had been the first to discover the women and had taken Lady Angelica, a close aide of the Queen. Canting aloft her skirts he weaved between her silk stockinged legs and lace garters, finding her entrance and plunging himself deep into her, slaking his balls at the sight of such unimaginable finery and the scent of her yielding body. Her dress alone more valuable than the accumulated assets of his entire village Lady Angelica accepted her fate at the filthy hands of the common servant, her shapely legs thrust apart as he pumped his hot liquid into her. Another arrived to take his place but spent his load before reaching her exposed sex, overcome by the sight of such noble beauty and the feel of exquisite lace and silk!
The women would survive the assault on their treasures, their submission aiding the calming of the invaders and preventing further carnage and bloodshed. Calm would follow spent cocks, revenge would be replaced by respect and order would quickly be restored and then the young and infirm would emerge into the new order.
Daygar's men had breached the doors and disabled the token force within the Queen's inner Fortress, the High-born elite knowing their fate and accepting it like the women in the City. For them it was a more civilised situation with the Lords and Commanders selecting their prize in an orderly fashion. In some instances the Ladies themselves decided on which Lord or Captain they would prefer to take them and offered their treasures without resistance knowing their safety and future depended upon it. Several aristocratic ladies were stripped and plundered where they were found, others taken to bedchambers to requite their new masters in private.
Daygar had arrived at the stronghold of the Queen with a small knot of men, confronted at the huge doors by six females of the Queen's Guard, dressed in delicate robes and armed with swords and spears; they were ceremonial in times of peace and entirely useless in war!
The Giant Lord indicated six of his men to stay and released the others to continue the search and capture of the rest of the Queen's Citadel. 'Take their weapons,' Daygar said simply and the men stepped forward disarming the women easily, swords and spears clattering to the flag-stoned floor within seconds before stepping back. The Queens's Guard stood helpless, shaking with fear for their safety. 'Are you prepared to die, or surrender yourselves to my men?' Daygar said evenly.
There really was no option and they knew it, to refuse would have been futile. 'We surrender, My Lord,' blurted Zara, obviously the most senior of the women in a wavering voice.
'Then you know what you must do.' Daygar swept between the women and through the huge doors into Queen Boudina's inner sanctum. Behind him his men accepted the women, now on their knees satisfying their captor's cocks as a prelude to the fucking they knew was inevitable!
