Pawn b2 x a3

https://lichess.org/editor/rn2k1nr/pppb1ppp/4pq2/8/4Q2N/P7/P2P1PPP/R1B1K2R_wKQkq-

"It's a trap", thought the soldier who stood at the position of the Queen's Pawn. "I am sure the Mighty One above us will see this. I am in striking reach of the black sorceress, but as soon as I leave my post, the Black Queen will strike and take out our tower. And then she sits right in the heart of our kingdom and..."

"B2 captures A3", boomed the voice overhead.

Damn, thought the Pawn. He was not sure he could even capture this evil Black Bishop. He still shivered from what he had just witnessed. The black sorceress had taken out the White Knight as if he was a toy. She had made him her toy, to boot. The Pawn stepped forward, reluctantly. How was he supposed to capture that?

"Behold, in the name of the White King!", he shouted, and the black woman turned her head, confused. Then she saw him - and started to laugh.

"You... you are under arrest!", added the soldier, who suddenly felt quite defenseless, ill equipped and very intimidated. The Black Bishop just continued to laugh. Then she raised her hands.

There was a crackle in the air.
Then - nothing.

The black woman stared at him, confused. The soldier was just as perplexed, checking his body if he was still alive and could still move his muscles. Everything seemed fine.

The sorceress clapped her hands, her face a mixture of concern and determination. Once more, there was the sound of magic, a shrieking hiss filled the air - followed by a soft 'plop', as if, whatever strange power had been summoned suddenly vanished. The soldier took heart and made another step forward.

"I arrest you in the name of the king!", he said, his voice finding confidence. "You will be put to trial for your dark schemes, witch!"

The black woman spread her arms wide, her eyes sparkling, her face furious. The soldier felt some sort of tingle on his skin - and that was it. He made another two steps and grabbed the black woman's arm. "It seems, your evil powers are not working on me!", he cried triumphantly, and bend her arm to her back. Surprisingly, the Black Bishop turned out to be a very mortal woman: Her physical strength was no match for a trained soldier. She screamed in pain as his grip tightened on her. He reached for her other arm and then grabbed the iron manacles dangling from his belt. He'd never have thought that he would get a chance to use them, although they all had been trained for days and weeks how to properly "capture" and tie up an adversary.

The iron manacles clicked in place, the chain connected to them rattling, and suddenly it was easy to **** the iron collar on her as well, leaving her arms locked tightly in place behind her back, rendering her defenceless. The black sorceress screamed and spit at him, cursed him in a dozen different dark languages, but put in chains, she suddenly looked very much harmless and ****.

The White Pawn could feel something stir underneath his loincloth.

He pulled the shakled black woman closer with a tight pull. She stumbled forward. "You will pay for your evil deeds, witch!", he shouted, then ripped her black satin robes apart, exposing two very well rounded breasts. She howled and screamed again, but he ignored her curses, pushing her around and then to the floor, where she fell hard on her shoulder, not being able to soften the fall with her hands tied on her back. That silenced her.

The soldier knelt down behind her and grabbed her hips forcefully. The black woman hissed, but her furor seemed broken. She seemed to realize for the first time that she was, indeed, his captive - bereft of her powers which didn't seem to work on him. The White Pawn took out his hard shaft and stroke it. "You will pay for those evils you have performed on our valiant White Knight!", he declared. "I will not give you the satisfaction of penetrating your vulva!" She struggled in his grip, but he held tight. Then he gave the two black buttocks a hard slap. "Quiet, witch!", he commanded.

He spit on the slit of her big black round cheeks and then pushed his head against her rear entrance. "You will be sodomized as befits the wife of the devil, witch!", he declared solemnly, forcing himself hard between her butt cheeks. She squeaked and whimpered. He continued to push deeper. "And once I am done with you, you will be thrown into the Royal jail to await your judgement!", he continued, slowly starting to thrust back and forth. "I have heard the janitors are not kind to witches."

He had broken her resistance. It felt wonderful to ride her black butt, taking full control. He, the White Pawn was ravaging the powerful, evil Black Bishop. What a feat! What a heroic deed! Forgotten were all thoughts on traps and the greater game. He, the Queen's White Pawn had written history.

He grunted as he splurged and emptied himself deep into the black witch's bowels. Then he pulled, stroke himself and marked her big round butt cheeks with some white stains. It was a sight to behold! "You are defeated, witch!", he declared.

After delivering her to the Royal jail, he returned to his place, his face still flushed with the afterglow of victory.