She flicked her factosphere's armor back in order to strengthen her sensor's returns. So far there'd been no serious opposition at all, but she hadn't clawed her way up to knighthood by being complacent. Her scanners picked up the Royal Guard's retrieval team entering the room from the northwest and she goosed her landspinners enough to send her steed skating towards them at a brisk pace.
She studied her screens, her eyebrows drawing together as she saw no sign of any capsule that might be the stolen poison gas amongst the soldiers. Was that a Brittannian student?
The unit's commander stepped forward and gestured up at her, “Pilot! Dismount immediately. I have the artifact here. You will take it to the General Bartley at command without delay!”
Villetta's nostrils flared at the man's insolent tone but she was more than used to such treatment from pure bloods. It wouldn't be long before she'd proven herself capable to be counted amongst their ranks.
“Yes, sir!” she barked into her intercom as she flipped the hatch's release. Slipping out of her chair and out the back of the cockpit, her feet found the waiting cabled lift and she descended to the waste littered ground.
The commander's lip curled as his eyes appraised her, “You're a woman?!”
Villetta couldn't keep her derision out of her voice, “Is that a problem, sir?” Discrimination against her unproven blood was one thing, chauvinism against her gender was a weakness unworthy of a Britannian. That was the province of those Euro-pigs, the backwards sheiks, or those bloody Chinese eunuchs.
He started to sputter something about an artifact, when a new confident voice overrode him, “No, it appears that it won't be.”
Villetta's narrowed eyes fell upon the teenaged student as he strode to the front of the group. What was going on? Who was this boy and why did it seem like a squad of Royal Guardsman were deferring to him. Certainly, the asshole commander shut up and stepped to the side quickly enough to let him through. And why was the boy holding his hand out like that, face up as if he were holding something?
She snarled, thoroughly annoyed with the unorthodox situation, “Who are you and what the bloody hell is going on here?!”
“Are you familiar with the works of Hansel Freud?” said the boy calmly as if they weren't in the middle of a war zone.
“What?!” blurted Villetta, unable to stop herself.
The student smirked and Villetta noticed that the arm he wasn't holding out was pressed against his torso in a diagonal fashion down towards his navel. It was a decidedly odd position and she wondered if he was hiding some type of weapon. He was talking, “Penis envy. Every female experiences it as part of their psycho-sexual development. They recognize very quickly that in their family and in the world at large, that it is men who have the power. And the critical difference between their own bodies and that of their father's is the penis. As a woman, on a very deep level, you desire to have a penis so that you too can have the power.”
Okay, this was just too much. Something was very wrong here... Villetta's hand started to move towards her side arm only to freeze as every soldier's weapon went to a shoulder and sighted upon her instantly in response. Her stomach dropped and her hands went up. Were these Eleven terrorists in disguise?!
She saw the yawning chasm of abject failure open up before her. All of her hard fought effort and strife to purify her blood and it would all end like this? Duped, tricked, humiliated...
She almost wished they'd shoot and put her out of her misery rather than face that future.
Then the boy's arm moved revealing that he'd been hiding an enormous pale white penis and all such self flagellation was abruptly halted. The flaccid length flopped down to bounce and swing between his legs, the bloated tip hanging about his knees.
Villetta was speechless, her thoughts paralyzed at one shock too many.
The boy took advantage of her silence, moving closer as he spoke, “But the truth is....that you do have a penis. It's just a very tiny one. A very pathetically small penis. So miniscule that womankind has seen fit to give it another name to hide their shame. Clit. Not a very impressive moniker is it? Not strong and manly like....Cock or Dick or...Dong. No, just an insignificant clit....might as well as be a piece of Lint, huh?”
By this point Villetta had regained some measure of herself and she acidly spit, “Would someone shut this lunatic up? Otherwise you could just kill me already!”
The student wasn't fazed by her words, “There's no need to bluster. No need to hide your jealousy. Oh how it must burn to be surrounded by men, each one bearing an average prick measured in centimeters when that sad hidden little clit-penis of yours spans mere millimeters. And now...this simple Britannian student stands before you, casually displaying his mammoth phallus overawing even at rest. You can feel its power, already these hardened soldiers have been dominated by its majesty! Even now your knees quake and quiver. Of course, you're jealous! Admit it!”
The truly frightening part was that Villetta's legs did feel weak and jittery, the desire to fall to her knees was there in the back of her mind. But more disturbing than that was how aware she was of the current state of her pussy. She was wet and throbbing. Her nipples were stiff and her... clit was achy and demanding to be touched in a way that she knew meant it was absurdly erect and pressing out past her hood. What the fuck was wrong with her?!
Her frustration and bewilderment boiled over and she snarled, “Shut it you freakish dolt!”
The commander was suddenly right next to her, his pistol pressed against her temple. Villetta suddenly realized that she still wanted to live very badly and her mouth clicked shut. She hated herself for that weakness.
The insane and insanely endowed boy started talking again and on it went for several long minutes. Villetta just listened and tried not to dwell on her body's intense reaction to the situation. Who knew one could be so aroused by life or death moments like this? After a while as the student's droning voice went on and on, Villetta found this whole scene taking on a surreal quality to it. Perhaps exhausted by the stress of constantly remaining poised on this knife-edge, her mind grew sluggish and it was easy to think this all just a strange and very perverted dream.
Suddenly, her entire existence was encompassed and swallowed up by two blazing violet eyes and two senseless words sounded in her head like gongs, “Clitus Dickus!”
Slap!
Villetta's head rang and pain blossomed across her cheek. Clarity suddenly returned like a rushing river through a broken dike. Her head snapped up with a glare from her knees at the asshole pure blood who'd just slapped her. She cast about and saw that she was still surrounded by soldiers and...the...boy...no, the Man with the simply gigantic penis. It was no longer soft, swelling with blood, swaying back and forth as it rose before him, somehow growing even larger and more impressive with every passing moment.
Her appraisal for that magnificent cock was interrupted by an incredibly pleasurable sensation in her loins, specifically her achy clit. It felt like a lover was enthusiastically and skillfully bathing her little dick with their tongue, only it was ten times...no...a hundred times better than she'd ever felt before. All composure and awareness of her situation were lost as she bent over, her arms curling about her navel as she moaned like a whore in heat. It wasn't long before a new feeling made itself known, a growing tightness, a discomfort that demanded release.
Villetta crushed the desire to touch herself and started to push herself to her feet. She'd be damned if she didn't die on her feet like the knight she was.
What was odd was that instead of pushing off the ground, her gloved hands busied themselves with pulling her dress's hem up and diving into her purple panties instead. Soon enough her underwear was held down and out of the way and the front of her skirt was pushed to the side against her hip. Her eyes widened at this and she strained to stop her unbidden actions. To her utter horror, she was kneeling here with her thighs spread and exposing her mons to these bastards! But she couldn't deny how good it felt even so and another ragged groan tore from her throat as the two fingers of her right hand rubbed her clit between them.
Shame and arousal twinged her every thought as Villetta tried and failed to regain control of her treacherous body. As pleasure racked her system, she barely noticed the way her clit seemed to grow, filling her entire hand, nor the way its girth held her panties down by itself and her now freed hand grabbed and squeezed at her breast. But eventually it became impossible to ignore and she felt shock, dismay, and disgust explode through her as she looked down to see a penis within her rapidly jerking hand. There was no denying the masculine shape of it, nor that it was connected to her. She could see her slightly expanded clitoral hood splayed widely around its base. She could feel it, the sensations of her hands squeezing and pulling about it. It was truly her own flesh and the thought made her want to scream in horror but instead she screamed in ecstasy as an incredibly intense orgasm hit.
It was long and drawn out, totally different from any she'd ever felt. A steady pulsing sensation gripped her nethers and she watched long ropey strands of cum shoot from inside her pistoning hand. Villetta was aware of one last gasping twinge of disgrace, shame, and ignominy before it was washed aside by the last vestiges of pleasure coursing out from her wonderful pleasure giving dick.
Several moments later with the last of her climax finally relenting, Villetta crawled across the dirty concrete to her amazing incredible benefactor's feet. She found it incredibly hard to deny the desire to kiss his shoes in gratitude, instead she gazed up at his magnificently enormous prick in wonder and gasped, “Thank you! Thank you, my lord! I'm your vassel forever! Please...please let me be your knight! I owe you everything for this gift! You were so right! So right! Please-PLEASE- say you'll let me serve you!”
Villetta felt like she would go insane if he denied her. She simply had to spend the rest of her days serving him faithfully. All other oaths were meaningless next to this.
Villetta's heart shivered along with her cunt and her dick when a slow smile spread across his beautiful face and he nodded.
She didn't hesitate when he gently slapped her cheek with the meaty weight of his tremendous god-like cock and she gratefully ran her tongue down its hard hot length before peppering its bulbous jaw breaking head with loving kisses.
