Black: Bishop f8 to a3

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The Black Bishop yawned and streched her neck when she suddenly realized that there was an opening, a straight corridor on her right side, with the White Knight at the end of it.

"Bishop f8 to ae!", boomed a voice overhead.

The black woman grinned, cackled and gripped her ebony staff tighter. Then she walked briskly towards the knight, who seemed completely unaware of her approach. The Black Bishop raised her ebony staff abover her head. Lightning struck and the air was filled with the humming of electricty and magic. For she, the Bishop, was of course, a shaman, who had power over the elements of the Earth and controlled dark and mysterious sorcery.

A jolt went through the knight, and his eyes widened in shock, as he tumbled from his horse to the ground. The horse reared up and fled the field in panic. Another cackle from the black sorceress, and the White Knight rose as if pulled on strings. His facial expression showed a mixture of bewilderment, panic and fear, as if he was **** to do something against his will, but his mouth stayed shut. The Black Bishop controlled him completely.

As soon as the knight stood helplessly in front of her, the black woman clicked her fingers - and the armour of the knight melted away, shriveled to dust and ashes. Naked he stood there, arms to his side, as if tied with invisible, but unyielding bonds. The sorceress grinned once more, her left hand waving an intricate pattern. The result was the knight's manhood growing fast into an enormous erection. His panic-fueled eyes betrayed his stupefaction: His cock had grown harder than he had ever seen or felt, the shaft swollen, the head bulging, a drip of precum leaking from the tip. Still, no sound came from the White Knight's lips, but his distorted face gave the impression of discomfort bordering into pain.

A thin smile appeared on the face of the Black Bishop. She was amusing herself, while the helpless man stood there, his manhood hard and twitching, as if he was being stimulated somehow by something invisible, yet immensly powerful. Drops of sweat appeared on his face, his lips were shivering, as if he wanted to scream but couldn't. His eyes began to water, his face was flushed in a deep red crimson.

"You want to cum, yes?", the black woman cackled and threw her head back in amusement. "Oh, white men like you are so easy to control and soooo easy to stimulate. Just a touch here... and a touch there..." Her fingers flickered again, and the White Knight's cock twitched once more, his whole body shivering and shaking, while the invisible magic still held him immovable. His eyes almost seemed to pop out of his sockets. There was a deep, helpless, guttural groan that crept out of his throat, while the sound was blocked by his tightly closed lips.

"You feel my touch on your balls, right, knight?", the black sorceress giggled. "And my touch on your prostate? What a pity, I don't allow you to cum, hm?" It was not even clear the knight could still hear her, his eyes had taken a glazy look, there was sweat all over his body, his legs were trembling, his purple head leaking precum, dripping on the floor. The sorceress held him in a state of ecstatic frenzy.

"I have heard that some people lost their minds from overstimulation", the black woman mused, studying the man in front of her. "Most men fear pain, you know, but strangely, they don't break so easy from pain. Pleasure, though... ah! Too much pleasure without release turns a man's brain to mush. I bet you didn't know that, before I started to touch you here... and here... and here..." Her voice had become soft, almost inaudible, while her hands still performed small little wavings and her fingers drew patterns into the air.

The eyes of the White Knight seemed to roll backwards, he shivered and then stopped, as if he had collapsed completely, only held upright by the invisible bonds. "I like my playtoys defeated, empty minded and broken, you know?", whispered the black woman, before she added: "You may cum now."

The White Knight's manhood spurted thick strands of goo into the air, causing the Black Bishop to smile and laugh. "More!", she shouted. The body of the poor knight spasmed and the spectacle continued, as if his whole body up to his most intimate urges and the most private bodily fluids where under the power of the black woman.

"You'll make a good plaything", the black woman purred.
The White Knight collapsed on the floor.