NOTE: This is a particulalry violent story. Not for the weak-kneed or faint of heart. It's a little out of character for me.
It was a new world. The old world had just gradually transformed, no apocalypse, no nuclear disaster or the sun hitting the earth. The world and society had just evolved. Or maybe devolved was a better word. Organized society had broken down into little "fiefdoms." Men and women were generally separated, and each group kept a few of the opposite sex for reproduction and sport. There were far more women than men, the result of older wars, and greater deadly violence between men during the late 21st century.
The world was much warmer and attire had drastically changed. Puritanical attitudes so rampant in the United States in the 21st century had long been abandoned and in a world where the average daily temp was 100 and the average night time temp not much cooler, the attire of choice was essentially nothing. Fights between clans were common, but they weren't all out wars, but mostly moderate hand-to-hand combat which were ultimately settled when the heads or champions of the two warring factions settled the dispute in a one on one contest to the death. That's not to imply that these contests weren't violent, in fact they were brutal and routinely deadly, but at least only one person died as opposed to thousands.
Kara was in the process of showering after an afternoon of sex with one of her kept men when there was an urgent knock at the door to her suite. She had been the "Queen" (her choice of title) of this part of the world--it amounted to an area previously including the 21st century city of Charlotte, NC, for seven years, since she was 18 and had defeated the previous occupier. She lived in the "palace" which was an old converted hotel adjacent to an old school near the defunct airport, which was rarely used but still a vital commodity.
She was still sweaty and this made her annoyed, but she allowed the worried individual to enter.
A magnificent, platinum blonde woman entered, her skin taut, covered with several tattoos, her eyes thick with makeup and her well-defined but not overly muscled body sweaty from what was likely a run from her post. Her large breasts heaved as she gulped in deep breaths.
"My queen, " nodded Colby, one of Kara's scouts and one of her best fighters. "A scouting team has been murdered by an attack squad from Melissa Bainbridge's lands. This is the second time in as many days. "
"Are they attacking us?" Kara asked calmly, toweling off. She allowed a brief smile as she watched Colby eyeball her and then subtly rub herself between her legs. Kara knew that she was beautiful and enjoyed it when her subjects couldn't help but notice it too. With blonde wavy hair, crystal blue eyes and full red lips, Kara had always been attractive. When she was young, she was somewhat awkward, because she was very tall (5' 9") but as she reached full-blown puberty, she filled out, with big 38DD breasts, thick thighs and powerful arms and she had learned to use her seductive nature to enhance her natural beauty.
"No. Not yet, but I suspect soon." Colby replied, looking down after realizing that her queen had caught her pleasuring herself a bit.
"Good," Kara replied. " I want you to take Andrea and Tanya and sneak into their land. I want you to find either Shannon Thomas or Marguerite Sinclair and bring their tits to me. "
Colby nodded. "As you wish my mistress, may I ask, why Sinclair? I mean I know that she is beautiful, but she is not the champion that Shannon is or a warrior even."
"Because SInclair is Bainbridge's lover. It will hurt. Now, before you go, let's satisfy that urge in your pussy." The queen pressed her body to the young scout's and probed her mouth deeply with her tongue as her fingers slid deeply into the warm, wet space between the young woman's legs...
It was 3 days later when Colby and her team returned with the breasts from Shannon Thomas, the (now) former champion of Bainbridge's land. Colby had been injured in the battle but not too severely, and the queen was pleased. She now selected a different person ( a woman whom she cared little for ) to bring the breasts back to Melissa Bainbridge with the message that either she should issue a formal challenge or "stop fucking with my women."
It was two days later when Colby found the messenger almost lifeless, her breasts cut off and a huge phallus sticking out of her vagina. The tube contained the message, as was always the case. It simply said, "You've killed my champion, so it is you that I challenge. I will arrive in 4 days time. Be prepared for battle."
Colby slit the messenger's throat, putting her out of her misery and delivered the message to her Queen. The Queen seemed unaffected and certainly not surprised.
It was not a long 4 days. Bainbridge arrived with a large contingent, knowing that although respect and rules would imply that she would be safe, protection in another woman's land would still be prudent.
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