Queen's disGrace Bk. 01 Ch. 03

The Queen couldn't help but burst into laughter. "You can't be serious!"

"Incredibly so! This is a serious matter, after all." The foreign Prince couldn't help but smile at the situation. "With a Hoehn as your King-Consort, the people of the Freighan Lands would have one of their own over them. Further, an alliance between LaRend and the Hoehns would put my brother at ease. It's the perfect solution to bring peace and stability to the land."

He is serious, and he's not wrong. But I cannot marry him! "Forgive my reaction; you're correct that this situation is critical and requires significant consideration. I must consult with my ministers, of course, before giving you an answer."

Gailen rose from his seat, took Marguerite's hand, and kissed it. "Naturally, take your time and consult your ministers. But not too much time; my brother's patience isn't infinite."

Marguerite ignored the threat and rose to show him out of her chambers. Outside, a servant waited with a rolled-up scroll on a silver tray. "A message from Lord Rathoway, Your Majesty."

When the Queen unrolled the message, her heart dropped to her stomach.

Come to the Silver Belle at midnight. Do not be late or you know what will happen.

Lord Rathoway is the blackmailer?!

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Marguerite arrived at the back of the Silver Belle at the appointed hour to find her room dark except for a single lit candle. She looked about in irritation before making her way to it. Is he going to make me wait for him? Just how petty is he going to be in his humiliations? It can't possibly be Lord Rathoway; he would never treat me like this. Beside the candle was another note, which Marguerite struggled to read in the dim light.

1. Strip naked

2. Light all the candles in the room

3. Open the drawer and put on everything inside

IN ORDER

The Queen put the note back down in disgust. Very petty, apparently. He wants to order me about like a servant and set me to menial tasks! Marguerite considered the orders and was briefly tempted to do them out of order. She wanted to open the drawer right away and see what was inside. To her chagrin, it was more from excitement at what could be in there than a desire to know what she was getting herself into.

She also didn't want to strip naked before lighting all the candles in the room, as somehow that would make her subservience all the more humiliating. Do I want to push back over something so small this early? How will he know? Is he spying on me right now? Marguerite glanced at the door, wondering if he was looking through the keyhole. Should I check? No, I don't want to be seen, and opening the door before I'm concealed is too great a risk for too little a reward.

After more consideration, Marguerite sighed, and her shoulders sagged in defeat as she decided to go along with the orders as written. It's just not worth it at this juncture, the Queen tried to tell herself. She unlaced the strings connecting her sleeves to the jacket, pulled them off, then unbuttoned her jacket and placed it aside. Next, Marguerite untied the fastenings that kept her skirt cinched around her waist so it could be pushed to the floor before lifting the linen shift over her head. Finally, the Queen rolled off her silk stockings and removed the diamond choker necklace Lorenzo had given her and tucked it away in the pile of clothes, leaving her completely naked.

Marguerite's fingers lingered to play with her hard nipples for only a second before she lifted the tallow candle from its holder and used it to light the two sconces on the wall. Reaching up to them made her breasts stick out and her pubic hair brush against the table, reinforcing her nakedness and vulnerability. Down below, she could hear the sounds of the club's patrons, and knowing they were so close while she was completely bare sent a shiver down her spine.

If they saw me now, Marguerite thought, their Queen, naked and acting the part of a servant, I'd be finished. She trembled and glanced at the door again, wondering if anyone was watching her. The Queen moved about the room, lighting all the candles until the room was basking in their soft glow.

With the first two tasks done, Marguerite hurried back to open the drawer and see what her guest had in store for tonight. Some kind of lewd nightwear? A servant's dress? No, surely he would have had me put that on already. She opened the drawer and found very little, but what was there shook her to the core. The drawer was nearly empty. She expected a hood, but unlike the ones she wore previously, this one had eyelets sewn into the bottom on all sides. There was also a long leather leash, five small locks, and, most ominously, a metal collar with four rings hanging from it.

He can't be serious, she thought. If I lock the hood to the collar and lock the collar shut, I'll be totally helpless, reliant on him to give me the key when the night is over. I can't do it. Marguerite's heart started pounding harder, even as it felt like it was being squeezed in a vice. But do I have a choice? Her hand reached down to touch the collar, stroking the metal rings as she imagined it around her neck. The image made her pussy throb in arousal, and immediately she felt guilty for her desires. By the One God, how can I allow myself to be so depraved? This is so wrong.

Still, her fingers wrapped around the collar and lifted it to eye level as she examined it more closely. The metal was dark and heavy, with no lining on the inside. It looked coarse and domineering. There would be no pretending she was a pampered bed slave in this. No, she'd look and feel like a menial slave if she put it on.

The hairs on Marguerite's arms stood up as she opened that symbol of subservience as if to put it on. Am I really going to do this, she wondered. Marguerite stood in front of the mirror and held it open before her throat with one hand while the other reached between her legs to start stroking her pussy. Arousal shot through her at the sight of the collar by her neck, and she couldn't deny how sexy an image it made.

I'll just try it on. I won't lock it, Marguerite lied to herself and closed the collar around her throat. Another shudder went through her, and she started to finger her clit faster as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Marguerite's nipples were so hard they hurt, and she used her now free hand to tease and tug them, eliciting a moan of delight.

"Unnng...." Marguerite groaned in desire as she pushed two fingers inside herself. Her mind started to pound, and she felt light-headed as her insane desires erupted. The Queen reached into the drawer, pulled out a lock, and slipped it through the collar's clasp but didn't close it yet. The added weight fueled her lust, though, as it complemented the heavy weight of the collar around her neck.

In the back of her mind, Marguerite knew she had already surrendered. It wouldn't be long before the Queen locked herself in the collar and hood because she wanted to. I have to continue the game, to see what he wants and where he's going, she fooled herself, denying the reality that she was enjoying it even as it scared and humiliated her.

Pumping her fingers faster, Marguerite grabbed the leash and clipped it to the back ring. Marguerite gave it an experimental tug and moaned as she felt the cold metal of the collar pull against her throat. Images flashed through the Queen's mind of being led around like a hound while degrading words echoed through her head. I'm going to do it, Marguerite decided. The Queen grabbed the hood and slipped it on, cutting off her vision. The hood protects me, she tried to tell herself, now no one will know it's me. The only bad part was that she could no longer see herself in the mirror.

Taking a deep breath, Marguerite's hand snapped the lock shut, trapping her neck in the ultimate symbol of servitude. A weak shiver went through her as she was now fully committed. She quickly retrieved the rest of the locks from the drawer, snapping them shut through the eyelets on the hood and the rings on the collar. There's no way out now, Marguerite thought, until he unlocks them. Oh, by the One God, what did I do? What if he doesn't come? What if that's the joke, and I'm stuck here? I'm such a fool!

Marguerite swallowed deeply and shook her head. No. No, Jacqueline will come for me eventually; I would just have to wait. After calming herself, Marguerite shuffled to the rope pull that signaled she was ready and gave it a tug. After it rang, Marguerite stood awkwardly before deciding to move to the center of the room, where she knelt to await her blackmailer.

It took only a few moments before Marguerite heard those heavy footsteps in the hall. The creaking of the floorboards made her hackles rise, and she started to shiver on the floor. As expected, the steps stopped in front of the door. As it squeaked open, she groaned softly and knelt up straighter, putting herself on better display for her guest.

A few seconds afterward, the door closed again and locked, and the footsteps came closer. Marguerite looked up, though she couldn't see anything through the hood. At least he's here, and I won't have to wait until Jacqueline finds me like this. But what is he going to do now?

"It took you long enough, pet," the gravelly voice said, "you better not have been late." The footsteps stopped in front of her, and she heard a guttural chuckle, followed by pressure against her slit as he pushed his boot against her nether lips. "Did you stop to rub yourself? You better not have cum, you greedy slut. Did you?"

"No, My Lord," Marguerite shook her head, "I only touched myself a little while looking at my reflection in the mirror and wearing the collar," she confessed. Why am I telling him this? She wondered. His commanding voice seemed to make her automatically comply. He doesn't sound like Lord Rathoway, but he did send the note summoning me here tonight.

"Do you enjoy looking like a slave, Your Majesty? I can help with that, you know. But what would people say?" The man took hold of the leash and gave a tug, pulling Marguerite onto all fours. He led her towards the door, making her groan as she realized where they were going. "Should I show them right now?"

"N-no, please, My Lord!" Marguerite pitifully whined as she scampered after him on the floor. It couldn't possibly be the Lord Mayor. He'd never treat me like this!

"Well, you have been a good slut Queen so far; I suppose I can give you another option." The man knelt in front of her and reached beneath to fondle her tits. "What will you do for me instead?"

"I'll...I'll pleasure your penis with my hand," Marguerite offered, feeling shame and embarrassment as she flashed back to touching her Regent's dick. Her jaw was tightly clenched as she braced herself against the conflicting emotions coursing through her.

"Heh, is that all? Well, I suppose it is a start; it's not every day a Queen jacks off your cock. Very well, Your Majesty, you may touch my dick." The voice snickered softly and stood up, using the leash to guide Marguerite into a tall, kneeling position.

Marguerite reached out and felt his thighs, then stroked up the legs to his crotch. She rubbed him through his pants, finding the shaft already stiff and throbbing. The Queen squeezed it and rubbed her thumb along the underside of the tip as her other hand started to unlace the breeches.

"Good girl, it feels like you've done this before, but I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, considering I first found you naked and tied up in a sex club. Are you still a virgin, My Queen?" The man reached down and patted the top of the hood, running his hand along Marguerite's head through the cloth.

"Yes, I'm still a virgin, My Lord. I haven't slipped that far..." yet, Marguerite thought. She had been strong for years, but now her confidence in her self-restraint was slipping, especially if the blackmailer was pushing her. It was hard to deny that she was on a slippery slope as she knelt before an unknown man, leashed on a locked slave collar while stroking his penis in her hands.

Her soft fingers worked up and down the shaft, stroking the turgid meat faster. She could feel his cock swaying near her face as if her slightest movement would make it rub against her through the hood. Marguerite tightened her grip, wanting to bring him off even faster to end this sordid encounter.

"It's a shame we have to leave you hooded. I'd love to feel your lips around my cock, Your Highness. Wouldn't you like that as well? To taste the cock of some unknown man?" The guest breathed faster as his cock throbbed in Marguerite's tight grip. Not that she could see it, but a grin formed on the man's lips. "Don't try to lie to me either. Say it out loud."

Marguerite shuddered at the command. "Yes, My Lord, I'd love to taste your cock." The worst part is I don't know if it's a lie or not.

"No, not my cock. The cock of an unknown man. Say it." He grinned again and pulled her forward, making the tip of his shaft rub against the hood right over her lips, allowing a bit of his precum to soak through the fabric.

"Ah! I'd love to taste the cock of an unknown man!" Marguerite's nipples throbbed in excitement, almost painful again as her chest heaved from her exertion. Her hand moved even faster, jerking him off eagerly as she pursed her lips to kiss the tip of his shaft through the hood.

"I know you would, Whore Queen. Perhaps someday you'll get the chance." The man stroked down the outside of the hood, then cupped Marguerite's chin in his hands and held her lips against the tip of his dick while she jerked him. "Don't forget to massage my balls too, Your Majesty. If you're going to act like a whore you may as well do it right."

Marguerite obediently used her other hand to cup his testicles, rolling them over her palm and squeezing them gently while she continued to rub his shaft up and down. She felt more precum soak into the hood and could even begin to taste the salty fluid as the man smeared it into the fabric.

"You're good at that. I can tell you've had practice," the man said, making Marguerite wince, "but I had a better idea." He pulled her hand off his dick and then tugged back on the leash to make the Queen lie down. He quickly moved atop her, but to Marguerite's relief, it was to straddle her waist, not position himself between her legs. His hands groped her breasts again while pushing them together. "Barely big enough, but they'll do."

The man slid his cock between the royal tits and began thrusting up and down. He continued to squeeze her bosom, getting rougher now as he used them to jerk his cock. After a moment he pinched her nipples and tugged the throbbing nubs upward, pulling them and using them to stroke his cock briefly before releasing them. Then he resumed using the meaty tit-flesh to pleasure himself while he thrusted against her chest.

He's using me like a tool, Marguerite thought, as if I am only here for his pleasure. With her arms trapped beneath the man, she couldn't even pleasure herself as he rutted her chest. Meanwhile, her position on the floor forced the collar into the back of her neck uncomfortably, adding another twinge of pain to her situation.

"Ah!" The man grunted in satisfaction as he climaxed between Marguerite's breasts. His hot cum spurted across her chest, splattering her delicate collar bones and then shot into the valley of her tits. He pulled back slightly as he finished, shooting more of his cum across her bosom and nipples, before stroking himself to completion. "That was good, Your Highness. It's like your body was made for pleasing men."

"Thank you, My Lord," Marguerite replied breathlessly, wondering if this was the end or if he had any further instructions for her, or if he was going to repay the favor and bring her off as well. The Queen was still hot and needy and decided that if she had come this far in playing along with his desires, she deserved some attention for it.

After taking a moment to recover, the man stood up and tugged on her leash. "Up!" He led her back to the center of the room and put her hands in the silken holds. "Better hold on tight, Your Majesty." He grabbed two lengths of rope and threw them over the top of the wooden frame. After looping them around each knee, he pulled them up to lift Marguerite into the air with her legs spread open. "You have a delightful cunt, Queen Marguerite."

The Queen flushed beneath the hood as she felt her legs forced open, leaving her pussy exposed. She could sense his nearness between her legs and began breathing raggedly in response. Her swollen labia twitched in anticipation as she moistened further.

"The Royal Pussy" he chuckled as he brought his face right to it. His hot breath tickled her pubic hair and sent a shiver through her.

Marguerite squirmed in her bindings as she felt his face so perilously close to her sex, desperate for his touch and relief after her earlier masturbation and the humiliating but erotic situation she found herself in. A moment later, her obedience was rewarded by his tongue lapping against her nether lips. They fluttered in delight at the soft strokes, making Marguerite mewl in need. "Aaa! Mmm! That's good! Mmm!"

The man pulled away and lightly tapped his fingertips against Marguerite's clit, providing only a slight impact but enough to further stimulate Marguerite's sex. Each slap made her shudder and cry out, and after abusing her for nearly a minute, he pressed his lips to the nub and began to lick and suckle. His tongue brushed back and forth as he held the clit firmly in his lips, then began to twist and turn as he rolled his face between her legs.

"Ah! Oh my! Mmm!" Marguerite's cries grew louder as she thrashed in her bindings edging closer to her own climax as the man explored her pussy. Despite her time coming to the club, she had never allowed anyone to taste her down there before. Now the question was out of her hands, and the guest was taking what he wanted from her.

Finally, it proved to be too much, and Marguerite exploded into a climax. "Nnnng!" She tossed her head back and bucked her hips, swinging in the ropes as she shuddered through the ecstasy. The guest kept up the pressure, continuing to tongue her clit to help guide her through the throes of her orgasm before slowing his pace and bringing her down from her high. "They may have heard that back in the palace, Your Majesty. Do you think anyone recognized your voice? I suppose not many heard your voice while climaxing before, so perhaps you're safe."

The man's laughter made her flinch in embarrassment, but she was still shaken from her orgasm and couldn't voice any protest. Nor could she, bound as she was, protest as she felt the man rub something metallic against her wet pussy lips, then push it inside. The rough edges made her wince and inhale sharply as the hard object was inserted.

"There's the key to your locks, Marguerite. Try to hold it inside while you untie yourself." The man laughed again. "It might be hard to find with that hood on if it falls out." The man began to walk away before pausing by the door. "Look for my next message, pet, and follow the instructions exactly. And for a little bit of extra fun, I'm going to leave this door open a crack, so you'd better hurry in getting free. Good luck!"

The man left with another laugh as Marguerite struggled against the ropes.