Date: Mon, 8 Jun 2015 09:06:40 -0400
From: sasha steele <sashainatutu@gmail.com>
Subject: Andromeades heQueen of Kor (part six)

   Andromeades HeQueen of Kor (part six)
   by Sasha Steele

   Brogyn dropped Ulan off to gather his team and ordered all teams out of
the field immediately, then headed back to K-1. Changed his tunic and
traded his cruiser, as Ulan had told him the giantess Andromeades was much
too large to fit in it, for a bigger vehicle. He commandeered a transport
ship that had just been outfitted for a three week trip.

   The transport ship was large and slow compared to Brogyn's speedy
cruiser, but it had wide cargo doors and a variety of cargo float beds for
moving various sizes of loads.  If the heQueen was indeed as large as Ulan
had said he was, then this would be the best means by which to transport
him.

   Brogyn moved the ship out of the dock. It was slow. He thought of Ulan's
description of Andromeades - an utterly obese giant heQueen. His mind
wandered to the fattest person on K-1, Vyvyan Rance, the chairman of the
committee that ran the K-1 facility. Vyvyan weighed around three hundred
and fifty pounds and, as Ulan had said of Andromeades, Vyvyan too had long
platinum-blond color hair.

   Facially Vyvyan was attractive, though in an odd sort of way. He had a
high broad forehead that gave it a flat square appearance. This feature was
balanced by Vyvyan's round cheeks, square jaw and, because he was so fat,
fleshy jowls and neck. His blue eyes were beautiful. His lips full. His
hair was very straight. It sat flat to his head and was so fine that the
slightest movement or breeze would cause it to flutter.

   Brogyn thought of his last encounter with Vyvyan. It was at a committee
meeting. Even though Vyvyan was chairman he had to defer to Brogyn in
matters of security. So they did not always see eye to eye. Last meeting
Vyvyan had seemed on edge. Kept glancing at Brogyn during the meeting. Then
asked him to stay back a moment for a private consultation when the others
had left.

   For that meeting Brogyn had worn a black blouse that fitted his muscular
torso snugly. It had a short tail, small collar and buttoned front. The
sleeves were short, just covering his big shoulders and were slightly
flared showcasing Brogyn's muscular arms. The blouse was made to be worn
not tucked in and so the short tail just covered the waist band of Brogyn's
skirt.

   The shiny black mini skirt had loose flaring pleats, such that if Brogyn
were to do a spin it would fly up like a ballerina's tutu exposing the
pretty lace tops of his nude tone stay up stockings and sexy black panties
he wore. The skirt was very short, barely covering his big butt, the tops
of his stockings and the bulging penis pouch in his panties. And when
Brogyn sat it was the seat of his panties against the upholstery, not the
skirt.

   Brogyn wore a black brassier under his blouse. The top buttons of the
blouse were undone to reveal a delicate black bead necklace and the odd
glimpse of the brassiere's pretty lace trim. Small ear studs matching the
necklace could be seen as Brogyn's long black hair was pinned back with a
black beret above each ear.  He teetered on black pumps with five inch
stiletto heels.

   Such a deliciously slutty as this ensemble deserved equally slutty
makeup. Brogyn wore heavy mascara and eyeliner and dark eye shadow. His
lips and nails were painted a ruby read. All of which caused not just
Vyvyan to give odd glances but other members of the board as well.

   Vyvyan had a few words with the chief medical officer before he ushered
him out the door and turned his attention back to Brogyn who was sitting
back against the front of a desk.  As Vyvyan waddled toward him, his fine
platinum-blond hair floated about his thick shoulders. Brogyn watched him
come and took note of the troubled look on Vyvyan's pretty face.

   Vyvyan wore a light mauve colored skirt suite over a white silk blouse.
The blouse's open collar was worn outside the snug fitting suite
jacket. The skirt was not as short as Brogyn's little mini, just above mid
thigh.  He wore nude tone nylons and had on dark mauve color pumps with
four inch heels.

   The reason, as Brogyn saw, why Vyvyan had seemed on edge and had
hurriedly ushered the chief medical officer out the door was evident in the
front of Vyvyan's skirt. Vyvyan had a substantial size cock, maybe even the
biggest cock on K-1. The front part of Vyvyan's skirt hung down from his
pot belly riding in toward his heavy thighs only slightly.

   At the end of the meeting when Vyvyan hurried everyone out Brogyn saw a
slight tenting in Vyvyan's skirt. As Vyvyan walked toward him the tenting
grew. The tip of Vyvyan's rising cock in the penis pouch of his shiny white
panties poked out from beneath it and by the time he reached Brogyn he had
a full blown erection. Brogyn's cock was hard too as evidenced by the
tenting in the loose folds of his own little mini skirt. He stood as Vyvyan
came to him.

   Vyvyan was breathing heavily when they finally embraced. Brogyn took
hold of the thick eleven inch erection that stood straight out with
Vyvyan's skirt draped over its shaft. He ran his hand along the smooth
silken pantie pouch material that clung to it. There is something wonderful
about the feel of stroking a hard cock encased in a pair of delicate
panties. And for the wearer of those panties the feeling is simple out of
this world.

   Traditionally man-panties were made with the front and rear sections
attached with side seams. The penis pouch made almost like a tube sock
attached in the crotch with seams behind the scrotum around to the pubis
mound. The waist band was added and seamed in back. Then the leg bands with
inside seams. Now all man-pantie material is synthetic and there is no
longer any need for seems. Panties, as well as all other clothing items and
accessories, are custom fit with a one time only use before the materials
are recycled.  Everything is obtained on demand through comp mall, styled
and tailored almost immediately as one desires.

   Vyvyan breathed a shaky sigh as Brogyn stroked his cock through his
panties. They kissed. Pressed their hardness against one another. Brogyn
broke the embrace. Reached up under his mini skirt, pulled his black
panties all the way down and stepped out of them. Then he sat back against
the desk again, lifted his skirt exposing his short thick fully erect cock
to Vyvyan.

   Brogyn's good sized balls were perfectly symmetrical in his smooth
hairless thick skinned scrotum that laid delicately against the stretchy
lace tops of his stay up nude tone stockings. His five inch long cock stood
up to attention at a forty five degree angle above the horizontal. The
shaft was made to look even shorter than it actually was by its freakish
thickness making the cock head look demure compared to it.

   As Brogyn held up his little mini skirt Vyvyan got down on his knees to
suck him off. Vyvyan was an experienced cock sucker. Brogyn's cock was a
mouth full only in its thickness. Its diminished length offered no
restriction and so Vyvyan took it all in his mouth to quickly bring Brogyn
to a climax.

   Brogyn tilted his head back and moaned in ecstatic distress as he neared
orgasm. He let go of his little skirt and clasped his hands against
Vyvyan's thin delicate hair. Stood up from leaning against the desk and
started to undulate his powerful hips as he began to fuck Vyvyan's mouth.

   When Brogyn came it was with the last of his thrusts stayed and Vyvyan's
head grasped tightly to him. He let out a cry of release as his cum
sputtered in many short hot bursts against the back of Vyvyan's
throat. Then, expended, Brogyn released his grip, stood, turned around and
leaned over the desk to offer Vyvyan his ass.

   Vyvyan spread Brogyn's big round bum cheeks. Pressed his face between
them and lapped at Brogyn's anal ring. Brogyn moaned with pleasure as
Vyvyan's tongue entered him. Vyvyan
 ate Brogyn's hole until the urge to fuck the most desirable ass on K-1
became too overpowering.

   Brogyn helped Vyvyan struggle to his feet. They kissed, their tongues
entwined and Brogyn savoured the mingled tastes of his own ass and cum in
Vyvyan's mouth. Brogyn freed Vyvyan's massive throbbing cock from the
confines of its dripping wet penis pouch. Turned and directed it to his
anal ring. Vyvyan's erect cock spewed cups of precum lubricating Brogyn's
hole as Vyvyan's cock entered him.

   Brogyn bent over the desk and Vyvyan shoved it all the way in with one
slow drive. Vyvyan's eleven inch cock cleared Brogyn's anal canal and
entered the sanctity of his moist rectum. Ever so slowly Vyvyan undulated
his big hips as he fucked Brogyn's beautiful ass. The soft pot belly
beneath Vyvyan's skirt bumped against the big round globes of Brogyn's
muscle butt with every stroke with Vyvyan's huge bag touching the back of
Brogyn's massive thighs at the same time.

   Vyvyan fucked Brogyn slowly for a short while. Then as his tension
heightened his strokes became more aggressive. The heat in his cock
escalated and seemed to be centered on the underside of the cock head as if
a fuse had been lit. Vyvyan was desperate now. His strokes fast and
furious. About to cum he cried out in the glorious discomfort of his
desperation. Then Vyvyan came in a fury of explosions filling Brogyn's ass
with his hot semen.

   As the memory of his last encounter with Vyvyan faded from mind Brogyn
turned the transport ship, two hundred feet above the ground, east toward
the forest. Thinking about Vyvyan fucking him had given Brogyn a hardon. He
pressed his hand to it. Mmmm, it felt good. He followed the transport ship
along the road Ulan had told him Andromeades's royal wheel house had taken
when the heQueen had been abducted.

   Not far along the road Brogyn spotted the wheel house coming back out of
the forest with its six white horses at full gallop. He brought the
transport ship to a stop hovering two hundred feet up. Opened the large
cargo door on the side of the ship, clicked on his armor, engaged the
flight pack and leaving the ship on auto pilot flew out the open door.

   Brogyn landed on the top of the speeding wheel house. Four monks were
sitting on the drivers bench in front.  Four more were standing on the back
running board and two more on each side board. The driver was standing in a
half crouch flicking the reins and shouting to drive the horses even
faster. One of the monks beside him spotted Brogyn land and in a panic
leaped from the speeding wheel house.

   Others followed suit. The driver turned to see what was going on. He too
panicked on seeing Brogyn in his armor and in doing so inadvertently pulled
the reins right. The horses reared. The wheel house spun out then rolled
over spilling off the monks. Brogyn jumped to the ground. The wheel house
door opened and more monks spilled out. There were sixteen of them in
all. Those that could fled.

   Brogyn checked inside. Andromeades was not in the wheel house. He
clicked off his armor. Grabbed hold of one of the monks.

   "Where is the heQueen?" He demanded.

   The frightened monk stuttered something about night fall the snake moons
rising and wolf-men. Brogyn slapped him across the face with the back of
his hand.

   "Where is Andromeades?" He shouted.

   The stunned monk pointed back toward the forest.

   "An abandoned monastery just over that rise," he said trembling.

   Brogyn pushed him down. Clicked on his armor and flew back up to the
transport ship. He took the ship at top speed toward the forest. Just over
the rise in the gathering gloom Brogyn spotted the abandoned monastery in a
clearing. He took the transport ship down close to the monastery and left
it at a hover at forty feet above the ground. Selected a fair size cargo
float and rode it down to ground level.

   The cargo float was a rectangular shaped flat bed with an operator's
post at one end. Brogyn looked like a pilot at the rudder of some weird
boat as the cargo float hovered along three feet off the ground. Brogyn
brought it to an opening in the wall of the abandoned monastery but saw the
opening, maybe for a window at one time, was too narrow to fit through.

   The heQueen Andromeades slowly awoke. He was groggy, his head spun as
the recollection of what had happened slowly came back to him. He put the
ballooning back of his fleshy hand to his aching forehead. Felt the
elaborated headdress in place and remembered they had torn it from his
head. They must have put back on he thought still groggy. Even though still
under the influence of the drug Andromeades's vanity propelled him to check
his hair and to make sure his headdress was set properly on his head.

   Finally shaking off the cobwebs Andromeades realized his situation. He
was lounging half sitting on a day bed.  Andromeades swung one colossal leg
over the edge of the day bed, then the other. With his great width and
weight it brought the behemoth heQueen to a full sitting position on the
edge of the day bed.

   The curtains of the day bed where drawn. Andromeades's ballooning knees
touched them. So did his massive belly. He called out for help but there
was no reply. Tentatively Andromeades reached out and spread the curtains a
few inches apart to peak out through them. He called out again. Still no
answer.

   Andromeades spreed the curtains fully open. Looked about at his
surroundings. Didn't recognize them. Didn't know where he was.Some
abandoned ruin. It was nearing night fall. Dark shadows where creeping onto
the corners.  The full moons would soon be on the rise. Andromeades saw a
flutter of movement in the shadows. Heard the angry snarls of the
wolf-men. A squirt of pee saturated the tip of Andromeades's panties penis
pouch as he let out a horrendous scream.

   Brogyn had just decided to take the cargo float further down the length
of the wall where a section had collapsed and fallen away when he heard
Andromeades scream. Brogyn took a two step leap from the cargo float to the
window ledge and onto the floor while at the same time drawing his side
arm. He called out Andromeades's name.  The wolf-men growled and
Andromeades screamed again.

   Brogyn ran in the direction of the sounds. With such huge thigh muscles
Brogyn walked with a bit of a waddle.  Running emphasised the waddle even
more. He ran out a door way and into the next room. It was a large room and
there in the middle of it was a day bed surrounded by white curtains. The
curtains in front were drawn aside and sitting on the day bed was the
largest being Brogyn had ever seen.

   Ulan had not overstated Andromeades's great size. If anything he had
understated it. The heQueen's imposing bulk literally filled the day bed
behind the near fully opened curtains.  Andromeades was dressed all in
white highly decorated with gold like some hulking he-bride. Brogyn was
glade he had brought the cargo ship. He'd need it to move this load.

   "Somebody help me!" Andromeades cried out in near panic.

   He saw Brogyn come running out of the shadows. Screamed. Then realized
he wasn't a wolf-man.

   "Who are you?" Andromeades asked as Brogyn ran up to him.

   "I'm Brogyn Hardy. Here to rescue you Your Highness."

   A loud roar came up from a darkened room. Brogyn set his gun to light
burst, fired into the darkness and the room lit up like it was a bright
sunny day. That caused the wolf-men to cry out in distress as they scurried
away.

   "They can't tolerate the light," Brogyn said. I'll go fetch the float
bed outside to move you. Be right back."

   "Nooo!" Andromeades cried, clearly afraid as he tried to grasp hold of
Brogyn in order to stop him from going.  "You can't leave me alone with
those things. I'm coming with you. Help me up."

   Andromeades held out his fat swollen hands. Brogyn holstered his side
arm and took hold of them. With some difficulty Brogyn aided the giantess
heQueen struggle to his feet. In his high heeled sandals Andromeades was
six inches taller than Brogyn and his massive bulk far overshadowed
Brogyn's own large muscular size. The sandals were very impractical to walk
in, especially for someone weighing three quarters of a ton. But the
heQueen was insistent.

   Brogyn walked backwards holding Andromeades's hands to help steady him
as the gargantuan heQueen struggled along moving slowly toward the breached
section of the wall.  Andromeades's thighs were so massive that he was
forced to waddle with his legs spread wide apart causing him to jut side to
side as he dragged one mountain of flesh past the other in short jutted
steps. The going was painstakingly slow. Adromeades's breathing was
laboured and just thirty feet along he stopped.

   "Wait," Andromeades said, breathing heavily, "I need to rest a moment."

   Brogyn saw Andromeades's titanic chest heaving as he tried to regain his
breath. He waited, and for the very first time looked into the giantess
heQueen's hypnotic green with silver and gold flecked eyes. They were
compelling, as though they could absorb one yet at the same time beautiful
and terrifying. Gazing into those eyes, as most Ankorians knew, one felt a
sudden sense of loosing oneself, a foreboding fear that one was about to
give up all the hidden secrets of mind and heart to be trapped forever by
this overpowering being.

   In that moment of eye contact with the behemoth heQueen time seemed to
stand still. Brogyn sensed Andromeades tugging at the tendrils of his
mind. Then, by force of shear will, Brogyn blocked the giant sorceress
heQueen out. Andromeades snapped back as though he were caught in an
indecent act.

   Recovering Andromeades said, "help me. I need to pee. Take my skirt
aside."

   Having felt the full brunt of Artarius's massive cock in his ass Brogyn
had wondered what sort of monster dwelt beneath the gigantic heQueen's
skirts. Was it as big or even bigger given the gargantuan size of
Andromeades?  Had the heQueen saw his curiosity when he probed Brogyn's
mind?

   Brogyn lifted aside the front panel of Andromeades's dress skirt. His
gigantic legs were clad in white stockings.  In front of those huge super
fat thighs Andromeades's monstrous cock stretched the penis pouch of his
white panties down in front of his beach ball like knees.

   "Hold it up for me," Andromeades told him.

   Brogyn took hold of the pantie clad monster. It was too thick for his
big hand to fully encircle. He lifted it up and outward so that Andromeades
could pee freely. It was a weighty monster about two feet long and felt
fairly solid.  No sooner had Brogyn began to lift his massive organ when
Andromeades's pee burst through the material at the tip of his panties
penis pouch and formed a solid stream. Andromeades peed long and hard on
the floor in front of them while Brogyn held his cock and soon a hung
puddle had formed.

   Andromeades's pee slowed to a halt then stopped. As if to acknowledge
the end of it a loud roar was sent up by the wolf-men from a shadowed room
off to their right. Brogyn drew his side arm and showered the room in
light. The wolf-men in there cried out in distress as they scurried away.

   "How far away from this transport thing are we?" Andromeades asked.

   "A bit further than we've come."

   "I can't walk any further," Andromeades said, "Can you bring it here?"

   "Yes."

   "Very well. Bring it to me," Andromeades said, "but don't leave me alone
for very long."

   "A few seconds."

   "Wait," Andromeades said, remembering, "your friend...."

   Brogyn cut him off. "I saved Ulan from the fire. It was he who set me
here to rescue you."

   With that Brogyn hurried through the breached wall on the run. Mounted
the cargo float and started back. The sun had sank near to the horizon. The
shadows had crept to their fullest. In a few minutes the sun would be gone,
the full moons would arise and the wolf-men would no longer be restrained.

   Andromeades turned tentatively toward every snarl. Fear was in his eyes
and his mountainous body trembled. He hadn't, until Brogyn left him,
noticed how far the night had advanced. There seamed more shadows, deeper
shadows, and in every one lurked terror. Fear overtaking him Andromeades
called out for Brogyn to return.

   Then Andromeades saw Brogyn ride through the breach like a boatman on
the cargo float and his heart filled with relief.  Brogyn pulled up beside
Andromeades and hopped off the float. The best way to go was to have
Andromeades kneel facing forward in the middle of the cargo
bed. Andromeades placed one huge
 knee, hands, belly then the other knee on the flat cargo bed. Brogyn
operated its sliding surface to place him in the center, hopped aboard and
they moved out.

   Brogyn swung the cargo float around and they headed for the breach in
the wall with a flurry of activity in the shadows around them. The wolf-men
could be seen now as they became more bold. They were large hairy beasts
with red eyes, long snouts and fierce looking teeth now mere yards from the
slow moving cargo float still somewhat protected by the last rays of
sunlight. Brogyn drew his side arm and shot a volley of light bursts to
disperse them.

   Outside of the abandoned monastery the transport ship hovered forty feet
above the ground. With its bright flood lights the ship appeared to be
sitting on a pillar of light. They headed toward the protection of the
light. The wolf-men were out in the open now, the more aggressive ones
charging the cargo float. Brogyn switched his gun to kill and easily picked
them off one by one as they charged.

   He took the float to its maximum hover at ten feet above ground level. A
wolf-man leaped up attempting to crawl onto the cargo float in front of
Andromeades. The heQueen screamed as Brogyn blew the beast's head off. More
leaped up and Brogyn shot them all.

   Finally they reached the relative safety of the ships
floodlights. Brogyn centered the cargo float, engaged the tractor beam and
they began to rise slowly up toward the ship. Some crazed wolf-men tempted
the light. Brogyn shot them as more joined in. There seemed an endless
throng of them. One leaped up and grabbed Brogyn's boot. He kicked it in
the face and it fell away. More jumped. Andromeades screamed as Brogyn
fought them off till they were high enough out of their reach.

   They made the transport ship and entered through the open cargo door on
the side. Five feet in Brogyn brought the float to a halt. He hopped off
just as Andromeades let out another blood curdling scream. One of the
wolf-men had managed to cling to the cargo float and was now crawling
inside the ship. The beast snarled as it hurdled toward the morbidly obese
heQueen of kor, which seemed to be its main quarry. Brogyn intercepted.
Grabbed the beast one handed by its wrist and spinning around flung it
handily back out the door.

   Brogyn operated the cargo float's slide bed to bring Andromeades to its
edge, helped him up and then into a sitting position on it. He stepped to
the open cargo door, widened the floodlight's beam to fill the entire
clearing causing its brightness to become less intense. Brogyn stood in the
transport ship's open cargo door and looked down. The clearing was filled
with literally thousands of the beasts, some still leaping madly at the
ship. Their snarls and growls sent up a continuous roar.

   Frightened as Andromeades had been he now felt safe, especially with
Brogyn here. Andromeades contemplated his rescuer standing in the open door
with his back to him. Acknowledging his obvious physical beauty: The broad
shouldered, V-shaped back in the snug fitting black tunic. The long braid
of his black hair that hung nearly to his backside. And that magnificent
rounded backside in shinny black tights half exposed below the hemline of
the tunic's short skirt. The way Brogyn's tights tucked into the cleavage
under his huge butt cheeks and the deep crevice between them. He thought of
Brogyn's sensuous heavily made up face turned away from him and the
peculiar bulge of his genitals in the penis pouch of Brogyn's tights.

   Technology had advanced over the last ten thousand years. Andromeades
marveled at Brogyn's formidable side arm that had many functions and
wondered what magic the little backpack he wore contained. Again
Andromeades attempted to read Brogyn's mind. Brogyn blocked him. That gave
Andromeades a jolt.

   "Trying to sneak into my mind again Your Highness?"

   "Your not afraid of them. The wolf-men. Your not afraid of anything,"
Andromeades said incredulously. Then asked.  "How is it you can block me?
Do you have psychic abilities? Can you read my thoughts?"

   Brogyn shrugged his shoulders. "Not psychic, just intuitive," he said.

   Andromeades wasn't convinced. "I'll concentrate on something." He
thought of his magnificent headdress with its crown and the golden
cock-snake jadas that inspired both awe and fear as it sat upon his long
platinum-blond hair.  "What does your intuition tell you?"

   Brogyn gazed into Andromeades's beautiful green eyes. Eyes can't hide
truth. He looked past the hypnotic draw of them and thought he saw
something there, a longing, a desire. "The answer is no," he said.

   "What do you mean no?"

   "I find no aversion in your colossal size."

   Andromeades was taken aback. He found Brogyn attractive and had wondered
what Brogyn thought of him.  Without their minds controlled men found
Andromeades's gargantuan size overwhelming. Yet here was a man with a free
mind not in the least intimidated. Andromeades's mind raced. He had a
million questions. But asked only one.

   "What now Brogyn Hardy?"

   "If I take you back to your castle will you be safe there?"

   "If I am not will you come rescue me again?"

   "Ulan would make sure I did,"

   Andromeades laughed. "I must meet your Ulan."

   "Oh, I'm sure you will."

   "How long till we get there? I need to be fed. I'm starving."

   "Fifteen minutes more or less."

   Brogyn took off his backpack and utility belt then reported in. He took
the transport ship up to two hundred feet and set the coordinates for the
Ankorian capital. Less than a minute into the flight an urgent message came
through from K-1.

   "Chief Hardy. Storm heading your way. A big one. Biggest yet. Could last
two, three days. It'll be on you in less than ten."

   Brogyn punched it up. "I see it." Communications were starting to break
up. "Can't outrun it," Brogyn said.  "We'll have to hunker down and wait it
out."

   End of part six