NOTES: Very, very different from my previous stories, this is the second chapter in a three-part "Conan The Barbarian"-style fantasy tale featuring CFNM, female-of-male body worship, domination and humiliation, femdom, pegging, and sex scenes. There is violence and swordplay, and much non-detailed discussion of past violence and sexual activity. This is a complete work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen. The fantasy story begins after a brief contemporary introduction. I am endeavouring to gradually write a CFNM "Oz Beach Boy" story in every Literotica category. This entry: "Sci-Fi & Fantasy".
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It was a warm summer's evening in Sydney, Australia. Odessa Prince slid off her cotton sports bra and sensible pink underpants, and then tossed them onto the floor of her newly rented apartment.
Completely, comfortably nude, with her large, firm breasts swaying slightly as she moved, and her big, blue eyes lively with excitement, the beautiful 27-year-old sat down at her desk and opened up her laptop.
The amateur writer had spent most of the day working on her story "The Tale Of Matt-Sharakh, A Warrior Stripped Bare" for "Sex, Dragons, Dungeons & Death", an amateur fantasy fiction website which platformed violent sword-and-sorcery storytelling filled with lurid, graphic sex.
Odessa liked to write her sexy, kinky, violent stories while she was completely nude. It turned her on and inspired her even more, and also made masturbation more convenient if the mood struck her...and it often did.
Inspired, excited and aroused, Odessa spread her smooth, supple legs wide as she began to type, and quickly re-entered her imagined fantasy world.
The gorgeous brunette had been prompted to write after gazing upon an incredibly handsome young man named Matt at her new apartment complex's shared swimming pool.
Matt's chiselled features, bulging muscles, and tiny Speedos had sent Odessa into paroxysms of lust, and had also inspired the creation of a new character called Matt-Sharakh, a handsome warrior in a barbaric land who finds himself alone and at the mercy of a beautiful young female ruler in a matriarchal society.
Odessa had finished her last writing session a few hours previously with the chained Matt-Sharakh ceremonially stripped naked in front of a hundred baying women.
With a glass of wine at the ready, and her recently waxed vulva easily accessible, Odessa Prince thought again of Matt's smooth, wonderfully muscular body, his enticingly bulging Speedos, and his striking, handsome face.
Odessa desperately hoped to see this beautiful young man once more, and couldn't wait to get down to the swimming pool again for another good, long look at the sexily perfect Matt.
A shiver of lust shot up Odessa Prince's uncovered back, and the beautiful brunette smiled with pleasure. She wanted to do many things to Matt, but for the moment, she would have to channel her desire into her writing.
Suitably inspired, Odessa Prince hit the keyboard. With a broad, salacious smile, the naked amateur fantasy author wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote...
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With a prurient, indecent smile, Sceptre Nazrey gazed upon the stunningly proportioned Matt-Sharakh, the feared warrior now wholly in her highly appreciative possession.
Stripped completely naked and robbed of his weapons, skins and loincloth, the lone warrior was suspended from the ceiling of The Breaking Chamber, a large cell with thick iron bars that offered no opportunity for escape.
Helpless and imprisoned, the nude warrior's heavily muscled arms were raised up above his head, a long rope holding the chain extended between his manacled wrists up to a metal hoop embedded in the hard, grey stone of the ceiling.
Sceptre Nazrey licked her plump lips as she took in the hard, ridged muscle of Matt-Sharakh's hairless but heavily battle-scarred chest and mid-section, and the almost comical enormity of his fully exposed man-dagger and man-sack.
Thick, ropey, hooded and dangling almost to his knees, Matt-Sharakh's huge man-dagger was matched by his heavily swinging man-sack, which was without question the biggest Sceptre Nazrey had ever seen.
Unbeknownst to the chained and blindfolded Matt-Sharakh, Sceptre Nazrey was in a small, secret room across the wide stone corridor from where he was hopelessly imprisoned in The Breaking Chamber.
Dubbed The Sceptre's Pleasure, the small, clandestine room was fitted with a modest bed, a selection of breads, tree-fruit and wine, and -- most importantly -- a perfectly constructed slot in the stone wall which afforded the female ruler of Barbocan Valley a secret, wholly unobstructed view into The Breaking Chamber.
Nobody knew of the existence of The Sceptre's Pleasure except the ruling Sceptre herself and only one of her closest advisors, who kept the small room stocked and clean.
Per Sceptre Nazrey's ruling on the advisement of Barbocan Valley's holy man and high ranking advisor Sage Tantulas, Matt-Sharakh was to undergo sexual subjugation in The Breaking Chamber.
In this small cell, the permanently naked Matt-Sharakh would be taken in carnal delight by as many women of the community who wanted to partake of his nude, muscled body.
The Breaking Chamber was little more than a bare, cold stone room. There was a large, sturdy, stone, four-legged table in its centre, and a big water-filled trough at one end. There was a pile of towels on another small table, along with several large carafes of drinking water. It was not a place of romance.
Though Sceptre Nazrey had delighted in having the chained Matt-Sharakh publicly stripped of his skins and loincloth in front of Barbocan Valley's most powerful women, the beautiful ruler's excitement grew in the sordid knowledge that she would now witness the naked warrior's continued humiliation in the privacy of The Sceptre's Pleasure.
Formerly the station of the lead guard of the cells, the long serving Sceptre Asanka had many scrolls [years] previously ordered the small room's door walled up and bricked in upon the then-young Sage Tantulas' suggestion of the creation of The Breaking Chamber in one of the old cells.
Announcing the old lead guard's room redundant and now filled in, Sceptre Asanka then secretly had a passageway extended from her chambers to what she would dub The Sceptre's Pleasure.
With varying degrees of enthusiasm and utilisation, every successive Sceptre had taken advantage of this small secret room ever since, for reasons of both sensual satisfaction and subterfuge.
Most of Barbocan Valley's female rulers had reached under their loincloths in this small, secret room and quietly pleasured themselves while watching their prisoners undergo all manner of sexual humiliation and domination.
Sceptre Nazrey enjoyed watching her male prisoners forced into subjugation, and gleefully utilised The Sceptre's Pleasure whenever The Breaking Chamber was in use.
Popping a small, succulent red-fruit into her mouth, the beautiful ruler smiled as two young maidens entered The Breaking Chamber under the watchful eye of the four strong, heavily armed female soldiers charged with monitoring the imprisoned Matt-Sharakh.
The young maidens each held a pail of steaming water seasoned with the sweet smelling dust of the Paloma flower. They walked past the strong, silent female soldiers, who held the door of The Breaking Chamber open for them.
"You will now be washed of your manly filth," one of the maidens said quietly to Matt-Sharakh, who nodded his blindfolded head in agreement. "Your body will be cleaned before the good women of Barbocan Valley take you between their legs."
The maidens stood on either side of Matt-Sharakh and then each dumped a pail of sweet-smelling warm water over him. The frothy water slid and coated the naked warrior's smooth but scarred skin, and the maidens then went to work on him with two large, long-handled brushes.
Sceptre Nazrey smiled as the two young women scrubbed heartily at Matt-Sharakh's dirt-encrusted skin, washing off the many, many moons of ground-in dust kicked up by his powerful steed as he rode the filthy lands of The Black Tundra.
As the young women scrubbed, Matt-Sharakh's manly parts jiggled and swung comically, and Sceptre Nazrey stifled laughter as she drank sweet wine from an ornate silver goblet. She couldn't help giggling when the young women started to concentrate on the area between Matt-Sharakh's legs.
The maidens roughly lifted up his big, heavy man-dagger and then scrubbed vigorously around his equally enormous man-sack. The naked warrior groaned quietly, seemingly enjoying the ceremonial bathing process.
Once they were done scrubbing, the two maidens gathered fresh water from the trough in their empty pails and then dumped it all over Matt-Sharakh, washing off the frothy remnants of the sweet smelling Paloma-scented water. Sceptre Nazrey shivered in anticipation of what was to come next.
As the two young maidens stood aside, a warm faced woman who appeared to be in her fortieth scroll was let into The Breaking Chamber by the four guarding soldiers outside.
Sceptre Nazrey instantly recognised the woman as Luissa, a skilled decorator of Barbocan Valley's most powerful women. The beautiful ruler bristled with carnal excitement.
In her soft right hand, the white-robed Luissa carried a small pail of white foam, while in her left hand hung a pail of steaming water. From her belt there loosely dangled a long, flat, sheathed blade hanging on a thin leather strap.
"You will now be shorn of your manly fur," Luissa said in a soft, soothing voice. "Your body is already surprisingly smooth, but your manly areas need the attention of my blade."
"Why?" Matt-Sharakh asked flatly. "Why must you do this?"
"The gods of the sky only know what you're carrying in there," the older woman laughed and pointed at the naked warrior's crotch. "You've come in from The Black Tundra...you could have a horde of land-fish hiding in your man-fur!"
"My nethers are inhabited only by my man-dagger and man-sack," Matt-Sharakh smiled. "Nothing else makes a home there. You have my word."
