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From: Shon Richards <shonrichards@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Presenting Arms (Scifi, Mast, Femdom)
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Date: Tue, 16 Aug 2011 06:10:04 -0400
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This erotic story was written by me, Shon Richards.  Please do
not reprint on your website, blog, love letters to your lover etc
without asking me first.  I have yet to refuse a reprint but
let's just be polite about it, okay?

You can write to me at shonrichards at yahoo.com.  I will be
delighted to hear your comments.

Find out what I am up to at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/
as well as read my more current work. 


"Presenting Arms"
By Shon Richards


"My Highness, your army is assembled," General Rath announced. 
He was a veteran of 23 dominations under the old king. His chest
was decorated with enough medals to provide a secondary layer of
armor.  Most of his medals were from conquered worlds.  He liked
to collect them from the twitching corpses of his enemies.

 This was his first time with the Queen.  So far he was not
impressed.   Queen Erishella looked out the balcony of her Flying
Palanquin.  She surveyed her army.  Her father would wear a
military uniform when he inspected his troops but Erishella was
not about to wear one of those ugly things.  She was wearing a
red corset made of thirty individual leather straps that pushed
her already impressive bust to new heights.  Red thigh high boots
added another six inches to her six foot frame.  Nothing covered
her royal sex except the bush of immaculately cut pubic hair.  A
crown of gold set upon her head, in case anyone forgot she was
the Queen of the Vanquished Worlds.  She carried a jeweled
scepter with her and she had a bad habit of tapping the end of
the scepter against her buoyant breasts.   

General Rath thought she looked like a whore selling herself on
the street.  He failed to see how this woman was going to lead
them in the invasion of the Gem Moons.  Not for the first time,
he wondered if maybe a military coup would be the best thing for
the kingdom.  

"How many are there?" the Queen asked.

General Rath glanced out the balcony.  "Ten million soldiers are
assembled before you."  He didn't mention the one million battle
cyborgs, the hundred thousand psychic warriors or the countless
number of Slave-Fodder.  Why bother?  Stretched out as far as the
eye could see was the Royal Army.  There were so many soldiers,
that you couldn't see the White Plain of Woe for all the crimson
powered armor.  All that the Queen needed to know was that there
were a lot and to let the general handle the invasion.

"Do they do tricks?" Queen Erishella asked.

"Yes, my Highness," General Rath said.  He activated his
communicator. "Attention, soldiers!  Present arms!"

The sound of thunder filled the White Plains as ten million
soldiers (plus quite a few support personnel) brought their
weapons up as a single unit.

"Oh how pretty," Queen Erishella said.  "Now tell them to take
out their cocks."

"What?" General Rath said.  "My Highness, these men are highly
trained warriors, not your personal bed slaves."

Queen Erishella frowned.  General Rath felt a cold tremor go up
his leg as he recognized that frown.  Her father had that same
expression usually right before something traumatic happened.

"My personal bed slaves obey me," Queen Erishella said.  "Does
not my own army?"

"Ah yes, your Highness," General Rath said.  "But taking out
their cocks? We have no time for such silly displays.  War is a
serious business."

Queen Erishella sighed. The majestic woman pointed her scepter at
General Rath.  The black crystal glowed and General Rath screamed
as the disintegrator reduced him to his component atoms.  One of
his medals landed in the smoking piles of his ashes.  

Queen Erishella looked back down the balcony.  She activated her
own communicator that was on her crown.  All across the White
Plain, giant holograms of Queen Erishella appeared in the sky. 
Every member of her army could see her in all of her decadent
glory.  Not accidentally, they could also see General Rath's
remains.  

This was the moment.  She knew Rath would be the first of many
generals she would have to kill.  Her father had a tendency to
promote the most extreme examples of masculine aggression to the
top ranks.  He earned their respect by being a bigger bastard
than them.  He had their fear.  Erishella knew that even if she
was crueler than her generals, their blind macho attitude would
never let them treat a woman as an equal.  The same could be said
for the millions of killers she had assembled before her.   She
might not be able to rule them through intimidation but that was
all right.  There were other base instincts she could exploit.

Queen Erishella had a plan.  

"This is your Queen speaking," she said.  "General Rath has gone
to meet his enemies in the afterlife.  Now you have a choice to
either follow me into glorious conquest or follow the ashes of
your old general.  I should point out that I have mined the White
Plains with anti-matter bombs.  At my command, I can turn the
White Plains of Woe into the White Crater of Stupid Soldiers.

As your Queen, I order you to take out your cocks."

The White Plains thundered with the sound of ten million soldiers
(plus quite a few support personnel) unzipping their battle cod
pieces and grabbing their cocks.

"Now stroke!" Queen Erishella commanded. 

The entire army obeyed.  Their powerful arms pumped in motion as
they stroked their cocks.  Groans could be heard in the
thousands.  The smell of cock carried on the wind.  

Above them in the sky, their Queen looked down in approval.  She
felt a tingle in her own sex.  She pressed the end of her scepter
against her cunt.  Legs braced, the Queen grinded into the
scepter.  The holographic screens projected her masturbation
across the plains. 

"Faster," she commanded.  

The army pumped faster.  The Queen swiveled her hips in an
obscene manner.

"Faster," she commanded.

The groans of her army made her smile.  The sounds of millions of
hands stroking hard flesh made her groan.  The thought of so many
killers waiting for her next order made Erishella's thighs
quiver.

"Hold it," she commanded.  "Hold it, until I come first."

The White Plains of Woe shook from the moans of frustration.

Queen Erishella's body undulated against her scepter.  The giant
holograms exhibited every clench of her ass, every bounce of her
tits and every drop of desire dripping from her cunt.  Her orgasm
came quickly and her pleasure scream was broadcasted to every
soldier. 

"Now!" she screamed.     

Ten millions soldiers (and quite a few support personal) climaxed
together. They splattered their offerings onto the White Plains.
Their tribute to their Queen coated the ground in an unholy mess.
 Years from now, the plains would be renamed the White Plains of
Lust in honor of the Queen.  

"Very good," Erishella said.  "Your Queen is impressed.  Now that
you have fucked yourselves for me, let's go to the Gem Moons to
fuck them!"

The army roared their approval.  Erishella smiled.  After years
of serving a bastard, it appeared the army was ready to serve a
Queen.

The end.

If you enjoyed this story please drop me a line at shonrichards
at yahoo.com.
Or visit my blog at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/


    

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