White: Pb2 to a3 x B

The Black Bishop rose from her vanquished foe, oozing white droplets from the White Knight's spent manhood. The Queen was out of danger. But the Bishop saw the startled White pawns' dismay turn into wolfish lust.

Before she could move, the Knight's pawn swung his clumsy stick around toward the Black war priestess.

As the Bishop looked round fiercely toward the threatening pawn, she was staggered by a buffeting blow from the shield of the Rook's pawn. There was a cheer from the men-at-arms manning the Rook, the mobile siege tower.

"Master, I will avenge you!" the Knight's pawn called. Taking the Black Bishop off balance, he knocked her crook-ended staff away and stepped up, twisting her arm behind her and forcing her to her knees. "You will yield, piece," he said. "But first you will serve the Pawns' pleasure."

The Rook's pawn grinned and opened his trousers. The callow youth's prick was no King's rod in stature, but it was hard and eager.

"Suck him!" the Knight's pawn commanded. He twisted his fingers in her kinky gray topknot, compelling her to orally serve his comrade.

The Rook's pawn crowed with glee as he thrust his prick forward into the Bishop's mouth. Her full, thick lips and wet tongue caressed him as he thrust in and out, holding her ears. "Ah fuck, that's good," he said.

The Knight's pawn conceived of a further humiliation to this bitch who had taken his master to such heights of cruel pleasure, finally overcoming his manhood by anally violating him with her staff of office. He saw his comrade's eyes growing vague as the other pawn approached his climax. "Turn round, Dick!" he called. "Moon the bitch!"

"Ahhhhrrn," the Rook's pawn sighed, but complied. He turned tail and bent over. His hard shaft, wet from the Bishop's mouth, now pointed down between his legs. His tight pink balls and pale buttocks pointed toward her face.

"Lick his arse!" the Knight's pawn commanded. Bent over her as he was, the heady scent of the naked Black woman's arousal tickled his nose, mingled with the grassy scent of the Knight's final climactic emission which oozed from her swollen dark nether lips. His cock throbbed.

Compelled by the lowly pawn, the Bishop now did oral service to his comrade's ass, licking his crinkled rear opening.

The pawn's knees trembled as the Black piece did him the service of pleasuring his asshole with her tongue. "Ah fark, she's fucking good!" he cried out. "Bitch is gonna make me come!"

The Knight's pawn saw the Bishop's sides tremble with silent laughter. She was enjoying this in spite of the humiliation, even turning the tables on her captors. Well, perhaps it was time to end this. He yanked his ragged clothes aside and entered the Bishop from the rear, thrusting his prick between the dark, swollen labia that had captured his master's manhood and sucked it dry.

The Black Bishop thrust her hips back to meet him, slapping her broad rump back against his belly as she took him deep. Her slick, hot cavern swallowed the pawn's prick as she continued licking the arse of his comrade who trembled on the edge of climax. Her muscles squeezed down and rolled, milking his prick.

"Oh God!" the Knight's pawn called out, suddenly close to his own premature fulfillment.

"Yeah, lick it!" the Rook's pawn cried. "Farking make me come!"

The Bishop gave a low laugh, feeling the two pawns were at her mercy now.

The White Bishop called to the pawns, "You'll never take her that way! Use your hands!" He put his fingers together in a crow's beak and thrust it forward and back to demonstrate.

The Knight's pawn withdrew his prick hastily from the Black Bishop's grasping cavern and knelt behind her, poising his fingers in a blunt point. The copious mingled juices lubricated his entrance and with a deep groan from the ebony harlot-priestess, his hand penetrated her womanhood.

The Bishop left off pleasuring the Rook's pawn as she herself was rogered by the hand and wrist of the Knight's pawn, thicker and harder than any prick. Her muscles twitched, trying to stop and hold the violating member, but to no avail. She writhed on the superhuman rod topped by the pawn's clenched fist. Her heavy dark breasts heaved with deep panting breaths.

"Goddess, I die with pleasure!" her throaty voice called out. "My Queen! My Queen, I die for you!" The tall black-skinned priestess screamed out her final climax, convulsing with the throes of orgasm. Her cunt squeezed down again and again on the young warrior's arm, bruise-tight and painful to him, but she was beyond pain, exploding into a world of light and sensation.

The White pawn staggered upright from his exhausting conquest of the Black Bishop and looked for Black's response.