The ruler. Mosha and the Queen destroy a mighty male By Hardie hardiewh@aol.com The man's muscles bulged as he pulled his mighty, prostrate, naked body along the thick piled red carpet. The lash bit into his buttocks, causing him to cry out as his whole frame shuddered with pain. Queen Elena watched with mounting excitement at the spectacle before her. The massive, enormously powerful, muscular male was being driven across the floor towards her by her handmaiden, Mosha, a slender young girl. The man lay face down on his stomach, using his beautifully muscled arms to propel himself forwards as the lash descended with metronomic regularity into his burning body. The girl, no more than thirteen years old, was already a stunning, dusky beauty. Jet black hair framed her face in a bell cut. A short, white satin garment was draped from her hips, barely reaching the tops of her sturdy, tanned thighs, and her feet and calves were encased in soft, leather boots, made from the white tanned skin of a young goat. She carried herself imperiously, head held high, budding breasts thrusting proudly into her white, satin, halter top as she raised her lash. Her large, limpid eyes glowed with cruel pleasure as she brought the lash down onto her massive victim's flesh. Sweat beaded on the man's forehead as he dragged himself across the carpeted floor. His cries of pain got louder and louder as the lithe young girl lashed him unmercifully. "P..please, I c..can't go on," the man pleaded, sobbing; letting his shoulders collapse onto the carpet, his face sinking into the luxurious pile. The girl was unmoved. "Get,, your.. head.. up!" she commanded the unfortunate male, punctuating each word with a vicious slash of her lash into the man's burning body. "Slither.. like.. the.. snake.. you.. are!" Elena shivered with erotic pleasure as the girl smashed her lash into the sobbing giant of a man. Each stroke showed her smooth athleticism as she raised her sinuous young body to its full height, then slashed him with her leather whip, a smile playing on her sensuous lips as she forced the massive male to obey her commands. Crying uncontrollably, desperate to escape the girl's punishment, the man made a mighty effort. His magnificent muscles bulged as he pushed his head and shoulders up from the carpet and pulled himself forward on his forearms as the girl's unrelenting lash whipped him forwards. The queen was ready for fulfilment. There were affairs of state to be attended to, diplomats to see, Generals to debrief, decisions to be made. She needed to bring her interlude of pure pleasure to an end in order to allow time for running the country! The man reached the foot of the dais, where the queen sat on the throne in regal splendour. She signalled the girl. "Get on your knees," the young hand maiden commanded. Tearfully, the man obeyed the girl's order. Gracefully, the queen descended the dais until she stood before the quivering, sobbing, kneeling man. "Look at me!" she commanded, slowly, shedding her silken robe so that she stood proudly naked before the cringing male. His sobs ceased as his eyes feasted on the spectacle of the beautifully toned body of the queen. But his pleasure was short-lived. Elena held him by the hair, pulled his tear-stained face into her naked groin and tilted back his head. She lowered her pussy onto the man's open mouth! "Now lick!" she commanded. As the man serviced the lascivious queen, the young handmaiden went to work on his dangling genitals. Silky female fingers slid between his legs and caressed his inner thighs, balls and cock with consummate skill until his organ thrust vertically upwards in a rock hard erection. Then, to deny him the pleasure of release, the girl made him clasp his hands behind his back while she closed her fingers round his balls, and held the man in helpless supplication. Elena moaned with pleasure as the man probed her with his tongue. Orgasm after orgasm delighted her senses as she mashed herself against her victim's face, rubbing her clit against his nose, enveloping his probing tongue, smearing him with her woman juice. Finally she climaxed with a wild cry of passionate release, her body almost dancing on the fulcrum of the young man's tongue. She threw back her head, gave a final cry of pleasure, then stood there for a minute, eyes closed, breathing deeply until she was completely relaxed, sated once more for a little while at least! Slowly the queen returned to the throne. Her handmaiden continued to hold the man by the balls, and was looking expectantly at her mistress. "Finish him!" said Elena, smiling at the eager look on the young girl's face. Mosha relinquished her hold on the man's balls. "Stand up!" she ordered. "Keep your hands behind your back. Spread your legs!" The girl moved round in front of the man, the top of her head barely reaching half way up his deep, manly chest. "Good boy," she said, as she smiled sweetly into the man's frightened eyes, as she admired his huge, thrusting erection. The she kneed him in the balls. The man's mouth dropped open, his cry rang out. Then the girl smashed him again. Her female knee crashed into his tautened male balls, and he went down like a felled tree. The queen clapped her hands with delight as she watched the slip of a girl bring down the massive, magnificently muscled man, who lay writhing in agony at her feet. Proudly, the girl put her foot on the broken man's neck and raised her arms in triumph. "Oh, well done my Mosha," gushed the queen. "You see how even the mightiest of men go down when a girl attacks his balls! You can let him go now. Take him away and make him get dressed, then bring him back here in fifteen minutes. Oh, and, because you whipped him so well, you'd better bring an extra cushion for His Majesty's throne!"