Mostly heterosexual (white male v. black female)

The White Queen’s Rook entered first. An armoured colossus, housing armed guards, it moved to the black square designated a1. Next to them, towards b1, rode the proud White Queen’s Knight on his mighty charger. The Bishop was next, positioned between the Knight and his mistress, the White Queen.

Strong and imperious, the Queen was the only female member of the white army. Her face was pale as alabaster, but she glowed with a proud beauty. Stronger than any of the men that surrounded her, she wore an intimidating strap-on dildo at her crotch. She would show those black bitches who ruled the battlefield.

The White Queen stood on a square of her own colour. Next to her, stood her weak husband. The White King needed protecting at all costs. If he was into a corner, the game was lost.

The White King’s advisor, the Bishop, stood to the right of his master. Beside him, the White King’s Knight rode into position as proudly as had the Queen’s Knight before him. Onto the final white square of the first rank rumbled the White King’s Rook and its armed contingent.

The first rank were all in place. In front of them trudged the cannon fodder. Eight poorly dressed and poorly armed pawns. They looked eagerly and lustfully across the battlefield as their counterparts, eight equally poorly dressed black women took up their positions in the distance on the seventh rank.

Behind the black pawns, the rest of the black women’s fighting entered.

The Black Queen stood facing the White Queen from the eighth rank, also on a square of her own colour. Tall and imperious, she felt herself to be more than a match for any white man.

Beside her, on square c8, stood her advisor, the wise Black Bishop, her greying hair contrasting with her ebony skin. Next the Black Queen’s Knight, a brave warrior woman, with a snorting black mare gripped between her thighs. On square a8, the Black Queens armoured Rook held more of her female troops.

To the Black Queen’s left, stood the Black King. As weak as his white counterpart, the pussy-whipped Black King had grown up in a matriarchy and was little more than a figurehead. Even so, his defeat would lose his side the battle. His women had to protect him at all costs.

Advising him was the Black King’s Bishop, another wise woman cleric. The Black King also had a female warrior Knight. And finally, he too had a contingent of Amazonian warriors ready to do battle from their armoured Rook.

All of the pieces were in place. A hush descended over the battlefield. Then the white controller ordered the first move.