This is a little story based on a role play I did a while ago... and one of my more extreme fantasies, so beware! :D
As I have a rather cinematic mind this is my image of the title character:
Queen’s court
by Valeska
The
young peasant girl placed a kiss on each of the queen’s slippers. Standing back
into position, she humbly lowered her eyes. She was not supposed to look at the
queen, but she could see her residing on her throne in a reflection on the perfectly
polished marble floor.
Slowly
the queen stepped down from her throne, circling the peasant girl, with her
elaborate royal gown swinging softly like a bell at every of her steps,
carefully examining her newest property. She let her fingers strive of the
peasant girl’s neck, down to her bust. The peasant girl’s simple dress felt almost
like an insult to the queen’s eyes and touch.
“Remove
that rug.” The queen spoke in a commanding, yet almost bored tone.
The frightened
girl opened her dress and let it slip to the ground, while the queen continued
to slowly circle her, observe her and occasionally let her fingers run over
different parts of her body.
The girl
still looked to the ground. She couldn’t help but start to shiver, because of
the cold air of the court hall, and because of all the stories she had heard
about the things happening here. She didn’t know if the legends were true.
There was no way to know because no girl to be brought in front of the queen ever returned home.
“How old
are you, my dear?”
“22, my
lady.”
The
voice of the peasant girl was shaking in fear. She was a beautiful girl, the
prettiest of her village. Her face was of soft features, with hazel eyes and
long dark hair. Her body was of curvy shapes, and the skin the queen continued
to touch was of alabaster tone.
“You are
well in shape.”
“I’m
glad that I please you, my lady.”
“You do,
my dear.”
The
queen felt her side with her full hand, gripping her more firmly, before
letting her hand wonder up again to cup the girl’s breasts.
The
touch of the queen sent a thrill through the girl’s body, revealed by a soft
gasp.
“You
like the touch of a woman’s hand?” A notion of despise could be heard in the
queen’s voice.
The
peasant girl didn’t dare to answer.
“Look at
me.”
The
queen lifted the peasant girl’s chin with her finger.
“You
have pretty eyes.”
“Thank
you, your majesty.”
The eyes
of the queen were ice blue, sending a shiver through anybody who ever dared to
look at them. Her elegant face was framed by red hair flowing in soft curls. She
could be considered beautiful, but she didn’t allow to be regarded this way.
She needed to be the queen, not the woman. When in doubt, it is better to be
feared than loved. Instead of the comfort that this simple peasant girl would
have known if she had been allowed to continue her life in the village, the
queen warmed herself on all the beauties and pleasures the palace had to offer.
The
queen slowly stepped out of her slippers, showing no emotion as she stood with
her bare feet on the cold marble floor, looking at the shivering girl in front
of her.
“Do you
only kiss slippers?”
Ashamed
by her hesitation the peasant girl quickly feel to her knees, kissing each foot
lovingly and licking between and over each toe. The queen was pleased with her
skill.
“You
have been well educated. Where do you come from?”
“The
eastern province, my lady.” The peasant girl looked up as she kneeled by the
queens feet.
“You are
a long way from home. Do you know that our customs here are very different from those of the outer
provinces?”
“I have heard so. But I don't know
all the differences yet or how best to avoid offense.”
“Well, since you are not of noble
blood you are bound to serve me. In every way I may desire. So the only offense
of yours would be to disobey me.”
“Never, my lady.”
“Do you know what I could possibly
ask of you?”
“Anything, your majesty.”
“Your body, as I have said, is of
very good shape. I might ask you to give it to me for the royal banquet.”
“Of course, your majesty, I am
yours.”
The peasant girl heard herself say
those words before she realized the nature of the queen’s request. She began to
feel hot and cold all at once as she envisioned the cruelty that the queen
spoke out so calmly.
But the queen smiled approvingly at
the obedient slave to her feet.
“Lift your bottom up, as high as you
can, with your face to the floor.”
The peasant girl obeyed at once, her
hamstrings straining as she tried to straighten her legs as far as possible,
trying to convince the queen of her usefulness beyond a dinner plate by her
absolute obedience.
“Good my dear, just like that.”
The queen felt the girl’s legs with her
hand, further inspecting her bottom and her inner thighs, covered by a warm and
soft skin.
Excitement started to rise in the
peasant girl as the queen continued to explore her. She bit her lips to silence
a moan as the queen parted the folds of her sex. As the queen entered her with
two fingers she couldn’t suppress a gasp anymore, which echoed in the marble
court hall.
“I feel you like it, don’t you?”
“Yes, my lady.”
“You should.”
The queen pulled her fingers out of
the peasant slit, holding them under the nose of the girl. As she breathed in
deeply she could smell her musky sweet scent on the queen’s fingers, and
without a conscious thought she took one of the queen’s fingers in her mouth,
sucking the thick juice from it, much to the queen’s surprise.
The queen looked down with amusement
on this strange little animal in heat. As she withdraw her fingers she smelled
them herself, then licked them, first the finger with the peasant girls saliva,
then the other finger still holding the girl’s intimate juices. The queen
smiled. She knew her aroma would fill up the hall nicely.
“Now, what shall I do with you? Your
body tells me you would make a perfect roast for a royal banquet. Yet your behavior
tells me you would make a perfect slave for the royal bedroom.”
The peasant girl listened to the
always calm but commanding voice of the queen with a blend of hope and panic,
as she watched her slowly walking up to her throne again. Taking her rightful place
the queen looked down on the girl. Still undecided about her fate she lifted
her royal gown just the smallest bit.
The girl
understood what was asked of her, and that this command may be her last chance
for survival, so she instantly crawled beneath the queen’s gown, kissing her
toes, ankles, knees and thighs before thrusting her tongue between the queen’s folds,
feverishly trying to please the royal clit.
The
queen dutifully kept her composure as she felt the pleasure rising up from
below her corset, biting her finger to stop herself from moaning.
“You’re
doing well, my dear.” The queens voice turned husky as her breathing increased.
The girl
flicked her tongue enthusiastically while she buried her nose inside the
queen’s sex, massaging the queen’s clit.
Trying
the hardest to keep her composure as she felt the pleasure rolling through her
body, the queen enclosed her legs around the girl and pulled her in deeper. Unable
to breathe the girl pushed and thrusted desperately with her tongue inside the
queen’s passage, hoping to accelerate her satisfaction.
It
wasn't long until the queen reached her climax, and she let the girl know by
flooding her face with all her juices. The queen almost fainted from the
restraint of her corset, and her attempt not to show emotion. She bit her
finger until it bled.
She sunk
down on her throne, exhausted and sweating, but still holding the girls face tight
in her sex with her legs, flooded with juices but deprived of air.
Soon the
girl started to struggle for oxygen, but that only made the pleasure build up
in the queen again, as the doomed girl involuntarily pleased her with her desperation.
The
queen held the girl’s head in place with her legs as forcefully as she could,
even as the girl in her desperate fight for survival was clawing her nails into
the queen’s thighs.
The
queen enjoyed the heat of the struggle beneath her gown. She licked her lips at
the sight of the girl’s trembling legs, the only visible evidence of what was
happening. The legs that will soon be served at her table on the royal banquet.
The girl
coughed and choked against her crotch, her fighting became less as her muscles
tensed up.
As she
felt the struggle to become weaker, the queen’s pleasure grew greater. When she
reached another climax she let out an inhuman cry that could be heard in the
whole palace and beyond.
Savoring
the moment the queen watched the girl’s legs stop twitching. She let her grip
go, and the purple faced peasant girl feel lifeless on the marble floor, with
blank eyes staring up.
After she
regained her composure the queen rose from her throne. Slowly circling the now
dead body she examined her work. With her naked toes she carefully wiped her
juices off the girl’s blue lips. The queen smiled at the pretty picture she had
drawn today.
“Call
for the cook.”
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