<span style="font-size: 18px">Braxton's chest swelled with pride. He and his fellow Englishmen all knew who they were loyal to. It was to Queen Victoria that they owed their allegiance to and who they wanted to please more than any other queen on the face of the Earth. The mens' response of, "God save the Queen!" <br/>
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But this was the beginning of Braxton's undoing. His hatred for the actions of the Amazon Queen had been momentarily forgotten, allowing the manhood inside his trousers to begin to respond to Queen Rhene's touches. He could feel it starting to swell and lengthen against the constraints of his clothing. Despite his conscious desires, it had a mind of it's own and seemed determined to take him with it.<br/>
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Queen Rhene briefly looked away, though she kept her hand over his groin area. Braxton followed her gaze to see two of her subordinates move to threaten to cut Wendell's throat for Braxton's resistance. Then the Queen told Braxton that he would be responsible for the deaths of every Englishman present if he continued to resist her. Braxton could have chosen death if it had only meant his own. But he could not claim to know if the other men felt the same way that he did. Perhaps they had sweet-hearts and wives and children that they supported by working at sea? And still, in his mind's confusion, Braxton's manhood responded to the hand rubbing his crotch.<br/>
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As she continued taunting him, her own words seemed to agitate Queen Rhene to take more action. She ripped away the last covering of his body and laid her hand upon him.<br/>
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This last bit, the edge of an Amazon's blade pressed to his throat, Wendell watched in mixed horror and admiration. He, also, had raised his voice in cheer for his queen and was briefly quite pleased with the effect that cheer had produced in this throne room. His immediate restraining and immanent execution should have been expected, but he had been proud of all of the Englishmen and he expected to take that pride with him in Heaven.<br/>
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But Queen Rhene had threatened to slay all of the Englishmen and Wendell did not think that Braxton could condemn these men as if he were their commander and that they were soldiers whose lives belonged to him. <br/>
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Wendell saw Braxton's expression become pained with the weight of the decision, whilst the queen who had said she would not obey him finally did obey him in the stripping that he had dared her to do. Braxton's huge cock, no sense in attempting to describe it in any genteel fashion, proudly sprang forward of his body. Wendell had only ever seen this monster in its flaccid state and now at seeing it aroused he might have whistled or cheered in appreciation if it were not for the knife at his throat.<br/>
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The throne room went silent. The other Englishmen, thought Wendell, likely could not see what had stupefied the faces of the Amazon queen and every Amazon with a frontal or side view of Braxton's nakedness. Queen Rhene had been looking into Braxton's face as she reached to grasp his cock. Wendell could tell that she now knew that she had grasped something much, much, larger than what she had expected to grasp.<br/>
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The Englishmen might have conquered the Amazons then and there, mused Wendell, but he could also see the shame and despair written on his dear friend's countenance. Wendell knew that Braxton viewed his own cock as a monstrous disfigurement and might have personally preferred to die.  But it was because Braxton hadn't condemned, couldn't condemn, them all to die that Braxton had lost his will to fight. Also, like Queen Rhene had said, Braxton's body would betray him. Braxton let his head hang down in defeat, his face red with his failure, trying very hard not to weep.</span>