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Бренд: Femdom world

Уникальный код: A-811

Woman vs man sword fighting, femdom, ballbusting, 330 pictures 1920x1080 (Full HD), completely CFNM, no blood.

Continued from Gallery 801

Lady Angela left Mortimer in his chains to go and find Richard, his son. On enquiry, she was told that he was with King Edward, and she found them at the top of the castle "keep". Richard was begging Edward to spare his father. It was noisy on the top of the castle, what with a strong wind blowing, despite it being a fine day. As Richard was on his knees several paces from them, he wouldn’t be able to hear Edward’s softly spoken instruction to Angela:

"My dear, I need you to find out from Mortimer what (if anything) he knows about the new gunpowder. Does David [the Scottish king] possess it? Does Philip [the king of France]? If they have it, that She-Wolf of France [Isabella, his mother, Mortimer’s mistress, and until a few days previously, Regent of England] will know, and she will have told Mortimer. Use whatever means you deem fit to obtain the information – if there is any. Use young Richard for this purpose if you need to."

"Well, young Richard!" he called out to the youth, still on his knees, begging. "You are a lucky young man. I leave you in the care of the most beautiful woman in England. You are to take instruction from her, sir. Do whatever she bids, and mind your manners! She is a most refined and particular lady."

Richard bowed, and kissed Angela’s hand, then she led him through the maze of passageways inside the castle to a comfortable chamber, where a fire was burning.

"Take off your clothes," she commanded.

"My lady?"

"Take off your clothes!"

"Please, my lady, do not ask me to do that. I am a squire, and I should not be in the company of a woman at all … Ow!"

Angela slapped his face. Confused and troubled, he began to fumble with his clothes, while she stared at him, hands on hips, a medieval dominatrix. When he was naked, she demanded his clothes, and threw them on the fire.

"My clothes!" Richard protested.

"Shut up!" Angela snapped. "You heard the king! You are to take instruction from me, and I need you naked for what I’m about to put you through. You are about to have your first experience of CFNM (clothed female, naked male). Now get in the bath, and wash yourself," she told him. "Then come and stand in front of me."

"What do you know about women?" she asked, once he was out of the bath.

"I know my mother is one," he began, and she struggled against laughter. At the same time, it wasn’t the answer she wanted.

"How do you feel, standing naked in front of me?"

"Embarrassed and vulnerable."

"That’s better, it’s how it has to be."

"Why?"

"Because this is about women’s pleasure. It’s about empowering women, and feminising men. Do you understand? You are to be the object, and I the aggressor. She tormented his manhood with a riding crop.

"Ah, my lady!"

"Well?"

"It feels … dangerous."

"Good. You know, it’s fun for me to be in the company of such an innocent young man," she continued, teasing his manhood with the riding crop, making him jump and squeal. She stood considerably taller than he did, in her high heeled boots, and she enjoyed her domineering role for its own sake.

"Kneel in front of me," she ordered, sitting down at the same time. "Kiss my boots," she instructed the troubled young man, and he obeyed.

"Now get on the bed, and lie on your back," she ordered. He did as he was told, and she secured his wrists and ankles with contraptions already there (you never knew when a bit of kinky torture might come in handy).

She tickled his manhood with the riding crop once more, then sat on his face, placing her boot on his cock, and making it go hard.

"Your father is a brave man," she began.

"Umm, umm," he agreed.

"He is a fine swordsman."

"Umm, umm," again.

"Yet he got beaten here, oh, when was it? Oh yes, two days ago, now."

"Umm, umm!" a protest this time.

Angela moved off him temporarily, then sat on his upper thighs, and took his rigid cock in her hand. "Do you know who beat him? I did. I love defeating men!"

"Never!"

"Oh, yes. True, I used a few tricks that I learnt which are not strictly swordplay. But while your father is a good swordsman, he’s not so good at using his fists."

"He IS!"

"Well, what would you say if I told you that this same hand which is giving your cock such pleasure now, gave him a black eye, which he still has?"

"NO!"

"Oh yes," she sat on his chest in the opposite direction, and scooped his balls, before opting for a reverse head-scissor/face sit, while continuing to manipulate his cock. "Does it trouble you to think of sweet Lady Angela defeating your father both with a sword, and with her fists?"

"I HATE it!" he managed to say.

"I’m so glad," she told him. "Because that same sweet Lady Angela cut his arm and his face with her sword before he submitted to her. Then she fought him for a key, and knocked him down with a punch. She won the fight by using her knee … here," she concluded, cupping his balls again."

Richard couldn’t answer, but she guessed he was furious (but also, perhaps, rather excited about the idea). However she left his cock before he could climax, gave herself a bit more pleasure, further face-sitting him, then walked over to a chair and a desk, where she sat primly, but at the same time making sure the young man could see the outline of her beautiful breasts as she sat upright. He lay appalled at his erect state, at what she had done, and at what she had told him. At the same time, she had driven him to the very edge of climax, and he ached to be able to cum.

"My lady?"

"Well?"

"Please, my lady, you stimulated me to such an extent that I nearly ejaculated."

"I know. Why do you think I stopped?"

"Please, my lady, after what you did to me, it would only be fair to allow me relief."

"Well I don’t allow it. You’re experiencing tease and denial. You must endure it without complaint. You can call it training, or discipline."

Presently, Angela returned, tickled his cock with a feather duster to return it to its most rampant, then left him again, before returning a second time, with a scented handkerchief. She made Richard inhale it, and it knocked him out. She then injected his balls with something that killed his erection instantly, and put a chastity cage on his cock.

When Richard woke up, some moments later, she gave him a liquid to drink which would temporarily eradicate his immediate-term memory. It would also make him worship her. This he did straight away. His devotion bordered on the embarrassing, in fact. He slobbered over her boots, while begging her to release his father. She allowed him one kiss, then told him what she had in mind:

"I am going to see your father soon, but for various reasons we can’t release him straight away. Meanwhile I will leave you in the care of some ladies I know. Do everything they tell you."

The ladies were three dancing girls from the tournament, whom Angela had already summoned. When they met, she left them with one last instruction:

"Good morning, Sarah, Rachel, and Amelia. This is Richard, and I want you to teach him to dance like tournament girl. I must go now, but I will come back to you soon."

Richard was determined to do as Angela bade him, and he was soon making a complete fool of himself, trying to copy the girls’ movements. "To please my Lady Angela", he was subjected to derision and ridicule, as the girls mocked his efforts to appear like a supple, nimble young lady, and not the gangly, awkward young man that he was. To make matters worse – far worse – for himself, in trying to ape their movements, he succeeded in just making himself look like an ape, and he accidentally kicked Sarah when he was supposed to raise his right leg so that it pointed at the ceiling.

"You clumsy fool!" Sarah shouted.

"Ow!" he exclaimed, when she twisted his ear in revenge.

*****

"Greetings again, Sir Roger," Angela said on entering the dungeon. "I have met your son, Richard. He is a fine young man, and you must be very proud of him."

"Where is he now?"

"He’s with three girls from the tournament, learning to dance as they do."

"What wickedness is this? Making a man behave like a woman? Evil!"

"What do you know about gunpowder?"

"Nothing that is not already known, why? Oh, I understand," he told her grimly. "If I give you information that you want, you’ll release Richard from his emasculation."

"Indeed. Tell me what you know."

"Well, it’s highly dangerous. It could, in theory, be used in a metal tube to project some sort of missile – a ball, or something – at castle walls, possibly with greater force than a trebuchet [a large medieval catapult, used to hurl rocks at castle walls]. But it can also explode when you don’t want it to, killing the men who are using it."

Angela stepped on his foot with her stiletto heel, and playfully dangled a knife over his manhood. Taking a goblet of wine, she asked:

"Do Philip and David possess it?"

"How would I know?" Mortimer asked, gritting his teeth.

"The She-Wolf of France would tell you, of course. If France or Scotland have it, they would tell each other, because they’re allies. I’ll ask you again, do they possess it?" she concluded, teasing the underside of his cock with the flat of the blade.

"I don’t know. If I knew, I would tell you, to obtain Richard’s release."

Angela took a sip of wine. "Perhaps. But I’m not yet satisfied." She took a step back, and kicked him in the balls. Then she kicked them with the other, left, foot.

The agony was so intense that Mortimer bit his tongue and didn’t notice, trying to grit his teeth again. Angela alternated kicks once more, and Mortimer roared in pain. (Various castle occupants exchanged glances at his cries, nodding to each other, and agreeing that it served him right – whatever "it" was - after what he had done to Edward II.)

"This brings back happy memories, don’t you think?" Angela asked him, this time kneeing him in the balls. "It was my doing this to you two days ago, that led to your imprisonment. How fortune swings! Why, it swings as much as your balls!"

"Is there gunpowder in French and Scottish armouries?" she persisted, using her left knee, and punching his chin at the same time.

"I don’t KNOW!"

She stepped back again, and high kicked him on the jaw. Then she left off, and exclaimed at the sight of his erect cock.

"Sir! You are aroused! Lady Angela in her leotard has kicked you in the balls, and it’s excited you! It’s you we should have made to dance like a tournament girl, because you would have enjoyed it! Let me have a closer look at it. My word! What a pervert you are! I will have to think of another way to punish you, since you obviously like this way so much. Wait till I tell your son how you enjoyed being assaulted by me, though! Well, since you do like it so much …" she gave him one last knee in the balls, before walking away. All the same, she was reasonably satisfied he was telling the truth.

*****

The kicking incident had threated to turn nasty, but in the end Rachel and Amelia had managed to calm things down. Richard made a grovelling apology to Rachel, and they started dancing again.

Turn, face your partner, put your hands on your hips and sway – very good. Arms up, left foot out – with me, keep time, Richard. Turn to your right, put your right leg behind you and hold the foot. Can’t do it, Richard? We’ll go back over it soon. Stand on your right foot, and put your left leg up, vertically – higher than that, Richard. Face inwards, swivel on your right foot, turn, jump, and … don’t kick the girl behind you!

"That’s the second time you’ve kicked me!" Sarah yelled at him, getting up off the floor. "Hold him for me, girls. That’s right, Amelia, by the chastity cage. Let him feel your fingers through it on his naked flesh. Hurt does it, Richard? You can feel the girl’s fingers on your cock, and it wants to go erect, but the cage over it prevents it? Bad luck! Now, hold him steady, because I’m going to send him down on the floor like he did me."

"Whatever’s going on?" Angela demanded, entering the room at that moment. The girls told her, all talking at once (some things don’t change with history).

"Well that’s no reason to behave like the stable lads." (They were notorious for fighting.) "I have a much better idea." She took Sarah to one side and whispered to her. Sarah smiled in agreement, and the others seemed to know what was going on, leading Richard outside.

"I must warn you," Richard protested when Amelia presented him with a sword, "I am a squire, and I have been trained in sword fighting to the standard of a knight."

"And Sarah is a dancing girl," Angela pointed out. Dance-fighting, including with swords, is part of their routine (moreover, I’ve taught them a few tricks," she whispered to Rachel, who smiled in agreement). "Begin."

Richard bowed to Sarah, and flourished his sword. She moved in, as if to strike him backhanded, and stamped on his bare foot, making him yelp. He quickly recovered, attempted his own backhanded sweep, which she warded off, down on one knee, and he temporarily lost his guard, conceding a point to Sarah.

The tension between them increased. Richard cursed himself for the blemish, while Sarah intended to humble the would-be knight. Blades clanged together, one point down, the other broadside on. The swordplay was so fast at times that it was difficult to say who had lunged and who had parried. Sarah very nearly got him, hacking downwards, and he only just managed to ward the stroke off at the last moment. He also had to bend backwards out of danger. On one knee, he thrust in a counterattack, but the dancing girl moved nimbly out of the way.

Sarah fended off a second thrust, while Richard drove off a second chop. Both were becoming frustrated at the other’s skill in defence, cursing their opponent under their breath. Richard’s training and strength were admirable; on the other hand, Sarah’s adroitness and skilful adaptability proved equal to them. They represented the best of their sexes: power and endurance on one side; improvisation and dexterity on the other.

Once again, Sarah got in close, and this was where Angela’s "tricks" came in useful. She grabbed Richard’s sword hand, taking him by surprise, and punched her own hilt into his chin. Angela clapped, very much the coach delighted with her pupil, while Rachel and Amelia mimicked a punch in appreciation.

Sarah had briefly disorientated her opponent, and she took advantage of it by seizing his sword arm and locking it in the crook of her sword arm, to cheers from the girls. She numbed his arm, and his sword clattered as he dropped it. Then she wound her left leg behind his right leg, pushed, and he was on his back. Sarah placed a cold, hostile, stiletto heel on his cock to emphasise her victory.

"Whatever’s going on?" King Edward III demanded, and the girls froze. "Lady Angela, bring Richard to me in private. You three: dismiss."

The girls bowed, and followed. Edward and Angela led the small procession, Richard was behind them, and Sarah, Rachel and Amelia were last in the line. Sarah still had her sword, and she craftily poked Richard in the backside with the point. He yelped, and Edward sighed in irritation, but did nothing else.

"That’s the best you’ve danced all day!" Sarah whispered, to titters from her friends. "But it’s also to remind you that our duel isn’t yet over, naked wimp."

"Lady Angela," Edward began a few minutes later, from his throne, once the girls had left them. "Your methods are unorthodox. Why is this young man naked? What is that strange instrument around his … that he is wearing? And why was he sword-fighting with that dancing girl?"

"Sire, they were duelling because he kicked her twice during a dance rehearsal," she answered, relieved to be able to tell the truth. "As for the other matters, relating to Richard’s appearance, I used everything to the purpose of obtaining the information you required," she defended herself, not altogether truthfully.

"I don’t understand, but no matter. It is the result that interests me."

Choosing his words carefully, because he didn’t want Richard to know specifically what he was concerned about, he asked:

"Did you obtain that information? And was it satisfactory?"

"Sire, your neighbours on either side do not possess anything new to render a danger to your kingdom."

"Good, that’s all I wanted to know. Now, young man, I may need to detain you a little longer. I certainly need to keep your father, because I learn that he paid no tax during the three years that he and the She-Wolf of France illegally ruled this country. The Treasury, as usual, is short of money, and I desire all debts to paid. So you will remain in the care of my Lady Angela, as bargaining for the money that your father owes us. Lastly, I am not satisfied that a dancing girl can beat a squire at swordplay. I suspect some knavery was used. You must fight each other once more, and I will attend."

*****

Historical note. Gunpowder was first used by Edward III’s Army at the Battle of Crecy in 1346, but its effect on the battle was negligible. What won it was the longbow.