<span style="font-size: 18px">Queen Rhene seemed to pause and consider how else she might torment Braxton. He could do nothing but attempt to stand there as if nothing were wrong whilst his captor considered the state of his traitor body. Then she spoke softly and cruelly, "A beautiful cock", as if his ungodly defect were anything other than a devil's joke. Doctors who had examined Braxton had told him that they doubted any reasonable woman could envision accepting his manhood into her.<br/>
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The situation could not possibly have gotten any worse, thought Braxton, but he was wrong. He knew that Queen Rhene and the other Amazons were quite strong, as evidenced from their ability to rip the rugged sailors' clothing from the bodies of the Englishmen. Now, however, Braxton received more direct evidence of the giant womens' strength as the Amazon Queen used the hand that had been tickling his stomach to grab his wrists and hold his his hands in the area of the small of his back. Muscles much more powerful than his own easily posed him in the position desired by the Queen. He winced in unexpected pain, but the pain was short lived as his body felt sensations wholly different from arm pain.<br/>
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Then the Queen taunted him, claiming that she and her fellow oversized women would enjoy his sexual attentions, as if his deformity and sex were meant to be enjoyed. Braxton had been raised knowing that the purpose of sex was to procreate humans. If one enjoyed sex then the person was a whore or whoremonger, which was totally reprehensible. The size of his deformity only meant that she had much more sensitive flesh with which to torment him.<br/>
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He felt his manhood swell, becoming even more engorged and filled with blood like and elongated balloon but with more weight and stiffness under the attentions of the woman who had made him helpless with both her threats and her strength. She whispered in his ear, saying that she did not intend to shame him by spilling his seed on the floor and in front of witnesses. While she had stated this intention, the thought of such a thing happening horrified Braxton and he struggled in vain to escape the Queen's grip, but to naught.<br/>
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The hand that Queen Rhene had on his shaft moved the length of it, down to the end. Somehow (had some bit of his seed leaked?) that hand acquired some moisture and it encompassed around the shaft before moving as if it were polishing a brass rail, up and down, up and down…. Braxton could feel the beat of his heart coursing through it, throbbing, pulsing. His mind tried to divorce itself from the feel that the whole of his body was on fire, but he was failing.<br/>
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Wendell stared at how the Amazon leader worked at taking away all of his best friend's pride of being a man. It was a rape. He could bear no more and turned his head so that he would not see this crime against a man that he loved as a brother…. But the blonde Amazon with the knife at Wendell's throat saw his squeamishness and easily turned his head back in a direction to see Braxton's defilement. "~Watch!" she commanded him and he obeyed her. God have mercy on him, thought Wendell, as he watched Braxton and the Amazon Queen.<br/>
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Braxton began to lose control of his breathing. Instead of measured, strong and deep breaths, he began to pant and feel himself out of breath. <br/>
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"I cannot take much more…," he raggedly confessed. "I cannot stop myself… much longer." <br/>
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With his rational mind, Braxton tried biting his tongue and his lip as distraction, praying that Queen Rhene would stop stroking his erection before his seed shot forth out from him. But he could feel that mind slipping away as the baser human animal mind, caring only for pleasure, enjoyed the sensations of being sexually taken against the rational mind's will.<br/>
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He tried to turn his face to hers as he begged, "Please…. Stop…."<br/>
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Deep within Braxton, a cry of defeat and release threatened to break free….</span>