Dying to Remember

Ordered from the tub she was met by a young female slave holding a towel, dressed only in heels, stockings and a golden collar. In bondage to the maid's stern continence she allowed herself to be dried then walked to the vanity. Seated by the slave, her hair was done and her makeup skillfully applied while she listened to her orders with no thought in her mind but obedience. "Do not raise your eyes to anyone. Curtsy before everyone but the slaves. Eat or drink only what is given to you. When you are presented to the queen kneel before her. Bow fully so that your forehead touches the ground. Speak only when spoken to. Do not sit on your dress. Do not close your legs. You have only one job. You are to present yourself as obedient and available: Chaste not vulgar."

Looking in the mirror as the slave fussed over every detail of her appearance, she was pleasantly surprised at the beauty radiating out around her. The elaborate hairdo rose above her head baring her neck and face. Dressed in a pale rose colored dress embroidered with intricate designs, accentuated with tiny pearls, she looked like a debutant at her coming out party. Unlike a debutant she was subdued with her head lowered in a perfect picture of submission. The image returned by the mirror excited her bringing arousal to her body flavored by fear which owned her mind.

The aura of the room changed subtly when her mistress entered the room. Her rose colored dress was more elaborate than the one she wore although the muted color of the velvet dress accentuated her bright shiny dress as if her mistress were an accessory to her outfit. As both the maid and the slave dropped to their knees with bowed heads she was unsure what to do. Her indecision was cut short by the vicious slap to her face. The words from her mistress assaulted her as harshly as the slap. "Fucking bitch whore. You were given orders. Perhaps you do not know how to curtsy. You are such a dumb slut. Curtsy now."

"Yes mistress." fell from her mouth as she somewhat awkwardly curtsied before her mistress.

"That's better. It's a shame you are such a clumsy bitch. You had better get it together. If you displease the queen you will be dead before the meal is done."

"Yes mistress." The words came from her smoothly even though she trembled in her fear as her hips rocked unbidden while submission filled her mind. Wanting to please her mistress she was not sure how to do it. The fear her mistress engendered in her was amplified by the fear of the unknown as she tried to picture the queen in her mind but was unable to do so.

Led into the large room by her mistress holding the leash attached to her collar, everything in the room came to a stop as all eyes fastened onto her. The people in the room were all in full formal attire as they inspected her with eyes that seemed to cover and caress her. Without thought she curtsied before the room in obedience to her mistress and her orders. The hooded coven members were distributed around the room chanting almost subliminally. The sound they produced could almost not be heard however the power of their chant filled the room and her mind, seeming to caress her as she stood for inspection with her head lowered in a picture of perfect submission.

Calling a servant holding a tray of delicate stemware filled with sparkling wine, her mistress spoke softly for her ears alone. "Drink one, and then sip the second one while you follow me like a puppy."

Picking up one of the glasses she spoke softly before drinking the wine. "Yes mistress." Taking another drink from the tray after depositing the empty glass, she sipped the wine as she was lead through the crowd being displayed like a prize. The hands that fondled her were subtle rather than crude however the intimacy of their caresses brought her arousal to passion. Unable to dampen her arousal, her eyes flashed with excitement as she tried unsuccessfully to still her hips. Being sure her life was on the line she retained as much composure as she could manage. Fear and excitement merged bringing confusion to her mind.

When she was led into the large dining hall she was seated in a chair next to the head of the formally set table which was unoccupied. Remembering her orders she lifted her dress as she sat down on the cold seat. The guests filled the remaining seats with a minimum of talking, allowing the chant to gently permeate the room and her mind, seeming to subtly caress her as if it had hands. Even the formal nature of the room and its occupants failed to calm her arousal. Only fear and her orders kept her from caressing herself under the table. Feeling as if she were under inspection her face flushed, wishing the attention of the room would focus on something other than her.

As if in obedience to her wishes all eyes turned to the doorway as the occupants of the chairs rose in unison with the men bowing and the women curtsying before their queen. The woman in the doorway could not be seen being covered completely by her elaborate ebony gown, her face being hidden behind a sheer black veil. Although she could not be seen, her continence radiated out around her in an aura of calm control, not seen but fully evident.

As the queen walked from the doorway to the table, she moved slowly helped along with the use of a cane. The slow walk brought her age to the forefront of everyone's cognition. Being led by her mistress she was presented to the queen with soft words from her mistress' bowed head as she handed the leash to the queen. "As you have ordered mistress: She awaits your pleasure."

Fear filled her mind taking her arousal from her as she dropped to her knees, bending over bowing fully with her head touching the floor speaking softly as her heart pounded in her chest threatening to take her composure. "Yes mistress."

Pulling her up onto her knees the ancient hand covered with wrinkles and age spots stroked the side of her face. "You are quite beautiful. You will do nicely. Kiss my heels then we will dine."

Bending over she kissed each shiny black shoe, speaking in a soft voice before each kiss. "Yes mistress."

The soft voice and gentle hand calmed her somewhat but could not still her frantic heart. Leading her to the table the queen sat her at the table close to her. Lifting her dress she sat on the now warm chair arranging her dress to primly cover her and the chair. The queen did not speak to her through the meal however she caressed her arm at regular intervals. Trying to be calm had no effect on her as she tried to eat but was in actuality only playing with her food delivering tiny bites to her mouth while forcing herself to swallow the uninteresting food.

When the meal was finished, the queen rose from the table handing her mistress the leash with her commands. "Prepare her for the ceremony. She is so pretty. I am sure she will do well. That is if she does not die in the transition."

Curtsying to the queen, her mistress spoke with devotion and a bowed head. "Yes mistress."

Led from the room her mind swirled with excitement and fear as she was handled as if she did not exist while she was bathed than had her hair brushed and muted makeup was applied. Almost unable to breathe, she winched as the laces of her black corset were cinched tighter with each breath she took. Scarlet red silk stockings were held in place with garters leaving her bare from her waist to mid thighs. The radically tall black spiked heels made it quite difficult to retain her balance. As she was being attended to, the coven surrounded her filling her with the power of their chant while raising her arousal with incessant hands.

Submitting herself to each coven member she dipped her head into their cowls one at a time finding pleasure in the hidden kisses and intimate fondling. Raging with passion her eyes twinkled as she was lead from the room by her mistress with the coven following, caressing her with the power of the chant. Returned to the room she had performed in as Ruby, she was again knelt on the plush pillow on the small stage occupying the center of the room. The large chairs had been replaced by small tables and chairs scattered around the room lit by soft lighting. The spot light shining on her was not bright enough to mask the contents of the room. The audience was in a state of excitement that was evident by the activity level in the room. Slaves in various costumes and states of undress served their masters refreshment and sex in a variety of forms. As the chant intensified, the sounds of whips and the screams of pain and pleasure were added to it.

Kneeling before the audience, held in self-bondage, the aura of sexuality captured her mind filled with the driving chant raising her passion to lust while infusing the room with the carnality of power. Petting the side of her face her mistress purred her words into her ear as she handed her a silver chalice. "Drink my pretty little whore. Smile while you do. Drink it slowly. It tastes just like your life will taste if you do not please the queen."

The intensely bitter liquid expanded in her mouth filling her mind while bringing little shudders to her shoulders. The bitterness welled up tears in her eyes although she did not cry. Steeling herself she sipped some more of the liquid. It was just as harsh in her mouth but was not accompanied by the shock. Cold laughter erupted from her mistress before she spoke. "Drink the witches brew. Mandrake tea will send you flying. Separate your mind from your body. Give your body to the coven. Keep your mind on the queen. She now owns you. Bring her pleasure or you will die."

Sipping the bitter drink slowly, the atropine intoxication began before she had finished the tea. The spot light was extinguished bringing some relief from the harsh glare as her eyes were opened wide as the atropine cursed through her body however the dim room lighting now seemed as bright as the spotlight. When the empty chalice was taken from her, servants went through the room placing candles on the tables while the room lighting lowered then extinguished. The dim candle light was still bright in her eyes but was tolerable.

Reeling from the intoxication, colors within the room became brighter and more vivid, seeming to float around the objects holding them rather than be a part of them. The swirling colors seemed to enter her mind unconnected to anything, pulsing in rhythm to the chant that now permeated her reality in multi colored bands of dancing light. Along with the intoxication visions arose in her mind which seemed real leaving her without any idea what was real and what was hallucination.

Strong hands behind her pushed her forward. Releasing her hands from her personal bondage she found herself on her hands and knees facing her mistress who now knelt in the small stage with her face close to her. As her mistress kissed her gently an erection entered her bringing shock and pleasure into her mind. The swirling reality within her mind refused to separate hallucination from reality causing her to wonder if the erection was real or not. There was no doubt in her mind as to the reality of her lust as she pushed back against the erection in a state of feral excitement. Her vagina being as open as her eyes, fully aroused wet and wild filled with the force of her driving youthful sexuality.

"Kiss me... Kiss me as if I were the queen. Kiss me like you will kiss the queen when you are presented to her." The lust that captured her vagina rose into her mind as she kissed her mistress filled with the lust of feral copulation. Breaking the kiss her mistress slapped her issuing commands filled with evil intent. "Fucking bitch whore. That is not how you will kiss the queen. Keep your dirty lust where it belongs in your dirty cunt. Kiss the queen chastely like a virgin on her wedding night. Fill my mouth with gentle passion and devotion."

The driving force of the erection demanded her lust. Trying to separate her mouth from her vagina was not possible as her lips exuded the lust that filled her body when she kissed her mistress. The slap to her face brought her consciousness to the forefront of her mind; however the words that accompanied the slap were as gentle and soft as suede leather. "Kiss the queen like that and you will die in her arms. Do you want to die?"

Fear blossomed in her mind. The situation pulsed from reality to hallucination however the fear was as real as the situation she found herself in. "Please mistress. I don't want to die. Please." Capturing her mistress' lips she kissed her with gentle devotion, and when she did the lust in her body faded.

Stone cold displeasure filled her mistress face as she snarled out her commands. "Bitch. The queen demands your devotion and passion, the coven demands your lust. Leave your lust in your body while your mind remains pure."

The erection now pounded into her with enough force to bring her pain as it assaulted her, returning her lust. Fucking back against the erection she screamed out her pleasure as the erection pulsed deep in her vagina delivering pleasure and semen into the depths of her body. As her mind was captured by the lust her mistress slapped her again demanding her attention. "Your body belongs to the coven. Your mind belongs to the queen. Kiss me like a virgin. Learn or die."

Given no respite from her lust, the erection in her body was withdrawn to be replaced with a set of soft feminine lips and an active tongue demanding the return of her passion. There was no concept of reality within her mind as the intoxication and visions fought her rationality taking away all concept of reality from her. The gentle kiss from her mistress seemed alien to her as her vagina demanded her participation in the lust that almost owned her mind. Only her mistress' gentle kiss kept her rationality in place.

Divorcing herself from her body she raised visions of seduction in her mind, kissing her mistress with gentle devotion while her body continued to rage. Before the kiss was over the feral lust of her body rising to orgasm invaded the kiss bringing instant retribution from her mistress who stood up using her whip with force as she screamed down at her. "Bitch. Whore. You will not live through the night if you don't learn. Keep your dirty lust in your cunt where it belongs."

Dropping back onto her knees her mistress kissed her gently, purring out her words between kisses and gentle bites to her neck. "Seduce the queen with your chaste devotion while you fuck the coven like the dirty slut whore you are." As she spoke another erection filled her body while the chant rose in volume and intensity as she became separate from her body and her lust as she returned her mistress' kiss with gentle love and devotion even as her vagina filled with lust fucking back against the erection that filled her and threatened to take her mind into the swirling mass of emotions raising higher with each forceful thrust of the erection.

A schizophrenic reality arose in her mind as if she and her body were separate. Letting her body surrender to her lust, her reality became the gently passion of love and devotion as she kissed her mistress deeply without passion. As her mistress accepted her kiss she fondled her breast with caresses and sharp pain. The stimulation of the caress opened the door, allowing the lust in her body to enter the kiss bringing instant retribution from her mistress in the form of a slashing whip and harsh words. "You dirty little whore. You dare bring your dirty lust to the queen's mouth? I should kill you now before you defile our queen."

Fear expanded in her mind swelling larger than her lust and her devotion to the queen. "Please mistress. Please let me live. I want to live. I don't want to die. Please."

Returning to her knees she smiled sweetly capturing her mind while the erection captured her body. "It is hard. You will learn. I'll help you. Drink this memory. It's Ann's memory. It will be your memory if you do not learn."

Drinking deeply from the offered cup, fear rising to terror expanded in her mind tearing her sanity from her. As the memory expanded from her mouth to her mind she was sure she was no longer sane. The power of her orders, and the lust in her body competed with her and Ann's memories intertwining for a solid place in her cognition. The swirling morass of her emotions was echoed in the swirling mass of colors flowing into her mind through her wide open eyes. Hallucination, reality, devotion, and lust swirled through her mind, enveloping her with colors changing in constant rhythm of the chant, leaving unaware of reality either in time or space.

Pulled to her feet, the hands of the coven enveloped her as completely as their chant while her mistress enveloped her in her embrace demanding gentle devotion from her mouth. Tears of frustration filled her eyes flowing down her cheeks as she tried to keep her mind and body separate as well as the memories which fought each other for reality.

As she was led to the temple, Ann's memory pulsed in and out of existence bringing turmoil in her mind as the fear within Ann's memory rose higher with each step that brought her closer to the temple and her death. The memory of the death Ann had experienced merged with the impending death she was sure she was about to experience as the hands and the chant brought her lust to fullness killing her rationality as it did.

Lying on the altar filled with fear lust and pain she was no longer sure if she was Ann or Alice, or someone else. The tears flowed down her face while the blood flowed from her wrists when her mistress opened door to her death. Intimately reliving Ann's death she screamed in terror as the queen approached her. The chant was now a living force permeating the temple and her mind. The queen captured her mind calming it while the coven demanded lust from her body. The hypnotic bondage of the queen sparkling eyes embedded in an ancient face held her tightly removed completely from her body; her only desire was to kiss the queen in total devotion.

Freed from the constraints of lust, hallucination and memories, her only reality was the kiss she delivered to the queen in gentle devotion turning to love. Melding with the queen as they kissed, her consciousness intertwined with the queen's consciousness becoming one. Leaving her body behind, she merged with the queen as the kiss expanded in her mind leaving everything else behind.

When the kiss was broken she looked on in wonder at Ann's body through the queen's ancient eyes. Wonder and confusion filled her mind as her new reality expanded into her consciousness. The gentle kiss from Ann's lips brought her new reality into her mind as the mouth that was once her own now spoke sweetly to her. The intensity of the queen's continence filled with ancient knowledge radiated from her now young eyes. Wonder filled her mind as her mistress removed the collar from Ann's neck and placed it on her own. "I do hope you enjoy the twilight of your life in my old body. You will live a few years. Not many." Diabolic laughter filled the temple as the coven filled their queen's new body with love, devotion and lust.

Terror filled her mind, escaping from her mouth as a woeful poignant wail of fear, terror and sorrow filled the temple as well as her mind while young tears flowed down ancient cheeks.