Chapter 3

Bowing to Kopock Joan entered the tent to await the Champion. As he entered the tent Cusnar pulled down one of the sides. Others stepped forward and pulled down the other three leaving them in the dark except for the light of a single lantern that hung from the center pole. Seating himself on one of the cushions he looked at her, eyeing her luscious body hungrily.

"What are your wishes, My Master?" asked Joan quietly, a bemused smile upon her lips as if she were above all this. "Food? Drink? Me?"

"Serve me wine, bitch," he roared.

"My Master, I have never been called that before, compared to many animals but never a female dog. I was told once that I fucked like a mink but how would he know, he never fucked a mink before."

Pouring a goblet of wine, Joan served it to Cusnar kneeling before him very submissively, enticing with her subtles. In the closed confines of the tent just a hint of a very heady perfume could be detected, just the hint of female musk.

Still eyeing her Cusnar sipped from the goblet, sipped only, he did not guzzle nor drink deeply. "Entertain me, whore."

"Nay My Master, I LOVE to fuck, I never charge for it therefore I can not be a whore," she replied as she slowly began to sway to unheard music. Starting at her ankles with the twitch of one and then the other she caused her body to ripple all the way up to her head. Swaying more she began to move from side to side only slightly, advance, retreat, entice, smile her slight bemused smile and still she swayed. Standing right in front of him she began to rotate her body, bending to the side, around to the front and continuing. When her head was as far back as she could move it her pussy had been thrust into his very face, in fact he had to lean back to keep her bush from brushing his nose. Continuing on around she rotated, swayed, moved and enticed. When again she shoved her pussy into his face he grabbed her, pulled her pussy to his mouth and began to slurp the juices he had seen glittering during the first pass.

Bending forward she caught his head and moved it harder against her pussy, spreading her legs more to give him better access to continue licking her. Offering him all the help she could she enjoyed what he was doing to her, eating her tasty pussy. With a yell she came all over his face, grinding it deeper and deeper into her quivering pussy, smearing her juice all over him.

When he raised his head she stepped back and waited his next command. Removing his tunic he had her remove his boots and pants. His manmeat was standing rigid and alert. While of good size it was not as large as Webster's much less some of the larger ones she had entertained before.

"Now you stupid cunt, suck," he commanded, lying back and leaving her room to get to him manmeat.

Going to her knees and bending forward Joan began to lick at his knees and move slowly forward. By the time she got to his ball bag he was breathing heavily already. Licking across his ball bag and up his root she ran her tongue around and around the head as she slowly took it into her hot mouth and descended on it. As she did she looked up and him and watched his every reaction to what she was doing. More and more she took until she had all of him inside her mouth and began to slurp and lick up and down him manmeat. Running her educated tongue all around it, over it, thrilling, enticing, teasing, enthralling. As he began to pant he grabbed her head between his hands and fucked rapidly into her mouth. She took all he gave her and tried to make it more. When he tried to slow down she made her tongue begin to ripple back and forth on his hard, hot manmeat until he spewed forth his offering. Sucking harder now she took all that he spewed forth and drank it down, sucking, milking, demanding more. She continued until he pushed her away.

"Is that what you do, suck a man to death?"

"My Master, I did but what you ordered me to do. Shall I sit in the corner and leave you alone for the night? You will miss out on some good fucking if so."

Moving away Joan sat in the corner. Slowly she assumed the Meditation position and sat there quietly while Cusnar watched her. Eyeing her more carefully he took in the gaping pussy that appeared to be winking at him, the soft breasts that called to him, the ripples of her stomach as she sat there and the arched neck and bemused smile on her pouting lips.

"What is this Exercise #8 that your Master spoke of?"

"Oh, my Master, you do not wish to partake of that. It can be deadly. Just fuck me instead, you will enjoy it. I have an educated pussy My Master that can charm you to no end. Or perhaps you were raised on boys and prefer a tender asshole instead. My ass is very tender My Master and can charm your hard manmeat and soothe your ill spirits."

"Crawl over here, bitch, I would see for myself."

Slithering across the floor like some erotic kind of human reptile she moved towards him. Closer and closer she came until her head was in his lap, still moving, her tits were in his lap, finally her hot pussy and asshole were in his lap. Here she stopped. Her tender brownie winking up at him as her hot pussy rubbed against his leg. Slowly she spread her legs that he might inspect her better, closer, more intimately, she awaited his touch. When he hesitated, when he waited instead of touching her she began to move, to writhe in his lap, to rub herself all over his legs and his shrunken manmeat. Soon his legs and him manmeat were coated in the warm, musky, slick juices seeping from her pussy.

Moving his hand down he began to stroke her ass. All over her ass, across the cheeks, down the crack, across her asshole, stopping to finger it a bit, lower across her pussy, stopping to finger it as well, back across her cheeks. The more he stroked these parts the more she writhed, twisted, turned and enticed. Awakening from its rest his manmeat rose up to prod against her as she moved. Feeling it against her she moved up, sat up and taking him by the shoulders stood, straddled him and slowly sat back down. Sat down on him awakened manmeat taking it deep within her.

"My Master, don't move. Let me made you feel good, feel the pleasure my pussy can bring to you. We will simply fuck, I don't think even you with all your fine, big muscles could stand Exercise #8."

With him trapped deep in her pussy she began to gulp and try to pull him deeper. Ticking first one muscle and then another she massaged, rubbed and manipulated his manmeat while never moving on the outside. A ripple, a tic, a twitch, she moved within herself. Just when he thought she could do no more her pussy began to ripple just as her tongue had done earlier. Try as he could however he could not cum. He was ready, he was gasping, he was nearly to explode but somehow he could not finish, something was stopping him until she rippled her pussy. Then he poured forth his offering as never before. He all but passed out from the sheer pleasure that she had caused him. This one little girl who had not moved, had taken all his juices and drained him.

"See what I mean, that was only Exercise #2! You couldn't take something much more intense. Ha!" The bemused smile still present.

She ate a small bit, sipped a few swallows of wine and assumed her meditation position. When he went to sleep she was still in it. About an hour before dawn he awoke to find she had not moved, she was still in the same positition. She had not slept at all. Thinking over the coming race he decided to tire her out even more.

"Bitch, serve me food and drink."

"Yes, My Master," she instantly replied. Moving over she loaded a plate with choice bit of one thing and another that had been provided for them. Pouring a goblet nearly full of wine she served him. Taking them from her he again watched to see if he could detect any signs of fatigue from her night of sleeplessness but could see nothing to indicate such.

"Tell me more of this forbidden Exercise."

"My Master, it is so erotic, so intense, so powerful and such a potent experience that you could not take it. Only the very strong can handle such a fervent coupling. My Master, it would sap you of all your strength if not kill you."

"Show me this Exercise."

"My Master, again I must protest that it would do you harm. You are not strong enough to take the ardent pleasure that it would bring."

"You were told to obey me, now do this Exercise #8, Whore!" he screamed.

"Your wish is my command, oh My Master. Prepare yourself for the ultimate experience."

Stretching and limbering up a bit first she lay down on the cushions, spread her legs and beckoned him forward. Moving on top of her he inserted his manmeat and slammed it home to the limit. Stroking into her powerfully he used her like the most common whore, rapid strokes, full length and with no finesse or feeling.

"My Master, slow down, you will ruin the experience if you continue. You asked, nay, demanded that I show you this exercise and now you would but fuck me? Allow me the freedom to show you what you have demanded, to set the pace, you will not be disappointed."

Finally allowing her to show him this ultimate of experiences he slowed down, followed the pace that she set with her heels and stopped when she indicated. She started slowly, at first much too slow for him but still he followed her directions. Bit by bit the pace increased, the senses were heightened, the pleasure elevated, the experience more intense. He could not readily explain what the changes were that caused this, only that it was happening. His breathing was ragged and coming in gasps, the blood was pounding in his temples and the strength of his arms was giving out. All this yet his manmeat was becoming more erect, standing taller, pounding away under her directions into her sweet, talented pussy while she smiled her bemused little smile.

When his arms gave out and he collapsed she worked her way out from under him and rolled him over. Mounting him as if he were her steed she continued to ride him, smiling all the while, in the Exercise that he had demanded. When he tried to tell her to stop he could only croak, his voice had already given out from the screams of pleasure she had drawn from him, screams he had not even realized he was uttering. And still she rode him, still she smiled. Deeper and deeper she pulled his manmeat into this sucking, stroking, maelstrom of pleasure, this seething caldron of desire. This place he was beginning to fear. She had insulted him by saying that he, HE was not strong enough for this most ultimate of sensual pleasures and NOW, when it was too late, he was beginning to believed her. And still she rode him, still she smiled.

He could see that the sun had arisen outside, how long the glow had been there he didn't know, he also didn't know how long she had been riding him but it was longer than he had ever lasted with another female, if indeed human female she was. A Djinn or even a Succubus maybe but no HUMAN female could keep this up, continue to fuck him for so long after being up all night as she had. Up and down she worked, round and round she rotated her hips, back and forth she moved them against his manmeat, her sweet little ass never still. The small bemused smile still on her face, no sign of tiring, not even any sweat had broken out on her and he was completely wet and wrung out from exhaustion. And still she rode him, still she smiled.

Two soldiers from each army approached the tent and began to roll up the sides. Kopock and Petros stood there watching as she rode the Champion of Petros.

"It is time for the race, Joan. Let him up," Kopock told her.

"Yes my Master," she replied, springing to her feet and walking to the starting line.

"Cusnar, on your feet, it's time," ordered Petros.

Slowly Cusnar rolled over. Grasping the center pole he was able to pull himself up to his knees and very slowly from there to his feet. Stumbling and staggering he made his way out of the tent and to the starting line.

When Petros dropped his arm Joan, still smiling her bemused smile, bent forward and licked across the manmeat the was standing rigid, larger than it had ever before stood. She then kissed it softly behind the head and stood back as Cusnar erupted, spilling forth an enormous quantity of offering. She turned then and began to walk towards the finish line. She couldn't even see it from here due to all the people who lined the way. She was not running, she was not even walking fast but proceeded at a comfortable pace for herself. She paid no attention to Cusnar and the possibility that he might run past her. She knew, she KNEW he would not.

With the finish line in sight she stopped finally and looked back. Cusnar had made one, ONE step before he had passed out falling face first into the ground. Turning she slowly ambled across the line to the rousing roar of cheers coming from her army. Immediately she indicated to her maid to bring her a cloak as the morning air was chilly and she had chillbumps all over her, causing her pert nipples to stand up even more than usual. With the cloak around her shoulders and holding it closed she turned as walked back to the tent.

When she arrived she indicated Cusnar with her foot, "He lives?" she asked. "He has the manners of a hyena, the finesse of a jackal and odor of a horse. I need a bath."

Looking to Kopock she asked, "Are you handling the surrender and the transfer of leadership? Do you need me for anything or may my maids attend me?"

Kopock bowed low to her, "You have done your work beautifully, Highness. I can take over now and follow our plans. You should rest and refresh yourself."

Calling for her palanquin she retired from the battlefield.

Turning to the now shocked and deposed Petros he indicated with a wave of his hand, "Your new liege. She is powerful in her own ways. Do not underestimate her, do not try to lie, cheat or steal from her. A lesser man than your champion would have died from what she did to him, smiling all the while granted but still have died."

Back at her own tent a hot bath was waiting for her and she soon settled into it. Her servants rushed forward to scrub, oil and anoint her to remove the smell of the Palmetto Champion. Removed from the bath and transfer to the rubbing table they offered her slices of fruit to nibble on and a light wine to sip as they worked to soothe her superb body, oiling, massaging and caressing.

"Send for Trystam."

"He awaits your pleasure, Highness."

Rising from the table she went into the section that contained her bed. Lying down and getting comfortable on it she looked at her Mayordomo and nodded. A slight runt of a man came in. Still young, slender, dark haired, pleasing of face with a pleasing smile upon it.

"Eat me, then fuck me, Trystam. I need to spend many times to remove the feel of that animal."

Removing his clothing he approached her bed. Now completely nude his body appeared even more slender. His manmeat was aroused but even so not that impressive. Only slightly longer than average and average in thickness she had seen many that were longer and thicker including the animal she had just been with.

Crawling between her legs Trystam began to kiss and lick her knees. He worked all around them to the soft underside as well where he kissed and licked most thoroughly. Slowly moving up he licked the inside of her legs until he reached their joining where he opened his mouth and took in all of her creamy slot and began to chew, lick, tongue and lave the whole area. She immediately grabbed his head and tried to force it deeper into her. Resisting, he continued at his own pace, moving down he licked out the hole from which her juices seeped, tonguing deeper and deeper as he did. Returning to her clitoris he licked and suckled upon it until she was ready to scream before leaving it to lick some more of her juices. He ate her longer than was really necessary as he forced her higher and higher before he allow her to spend her offering. Licking it up he continued to lave her pussy until she began to tug on his shoulders.

Kissing, tonguing and sucking on her clit once more he slowly licked his way to her bellybutton which he tongued and reamed out. This caused her to squirm and writhe as he did. Slowly he moved up to lave, tongue, kiss and suckle upon each breast, paying much attention to the erect nipples that caused her to moan slightly. Up her chest he slowly moved until he reached her neck where he kisses and nibbled his way to her ear. Chewing on the lobe of her right ear he ever put his tongue into the ear hole. She squirmed and giggled when he did. Moving around now he kissed each eye lid, her nose and the each corner of her mouth before kissing her fully on the lips. As his tongue parted her lips and teeth he was met by a probing tongue going the other way. Fiercely she probed and kissed him in return, pulling him hard against her.

Reaching down he rubbed his manmeat along the oily slit of her pussy until it was well lubricated and slowly he inserted it into her. Moving slowly he slid into her until he was in as deeply as he could get. Her legs were already locked around him trying to pull him in deeper, harder, faster than he wanted to move.

Raising up he kissed her forehead, "Mistress, think here," he told her softly, "feel here," as he lunged his manmeat deep inside of her. "Only feel and enjoy Mistress. Let ME bring YOU pleasure, relax and feel."

Her kisses now became gentle, soft yet still full of passion. She moved with him as he stroked into her luscious, well-trained body. A body she had all but forgotten how to please for its own sake. As her breathing got more ragged and intense Trystam reached down and began to tickle her. Squealing with laughter, writhing to escape his fingers she squirmed and wiggled as he kept stroking into her body and with a scream she spent all over his manmeat and ball bag.

Trystam did not even slow down his stroking as he moved into her, dropping his head he slurped, licked and sucked upon the nipple of her left breast as he worked his ass from side to side, back and forth, up and down in his strokings. He had not allowed her to rest, to recover, to take a breather from his plunging strokes. Three more times he made her scream with pleasure before he slowed down, not stopping, just slowing as he ravaged her willing body. Torturing her pussy with his maddening strokes, causing her to spend repeatedly as she had requested.

Again licking and suckling upon her left breast, the breast right over her heart, he teased and prodded the nipple. Flicking it back and forth with his talented tongue the erect nipple all but hummed before he kissed her chin, the corner of her mouth and then her nose again.

"My Mistress, my most beautiful Mistress," he murmured softly to her as he finally kissed her lips. Teasing her with his tongue he opened her mouth and gently probed inside. Still stroking into her just as deeply, just as forcefully but now with a passion, a sense of caring that had been missing before, now he made love to her.

Responding like a plant deprived of water she opened up him, her mouth, her pussy, her body, her everything. Holding him tightly to her she worked her ass up to meet every descending stroke, every plunge into her was met with a rising one from her. Not thinking of technique, which muscles to tense, how to please, it was HER turn to receive pleasure, mutually shared. No longer able to kiss as they both needed now to breath he whispered soft, sweet endearments into her ear as she did into his. Working together the two of them climbed the wave of emotion and fell from the peak, fell into an intensity, an elation, as ecstasy such as she had never felt with another man, not even Ahmed Bey. Together they spent this time as she called out him name over and over before collapsing.