The Land of Dreams Ch. 04

In the weeks after the reception I discovered my role as Queen of Leonesse. I was expected to interest myself in the welfare of the girls in the palace school, a job I came to enjoy; many of them were charming and several were highly intelligent. I found that they already knew a remarkable amount about the world from which I had come, though some of the information was out of date, for instance they had never heard of nuclear power and, sadly, I was in no position to enlighten them on how it worked. I discovered that for the last three centuries English had been the first language, taught to everybody in the three principalities. Their own ancient language was conserved as a sort of cultural fossil and known fluently by very few, though it continued to be used in some sacred ceremonies. I asked to be taught it and in a few years I became quite proficient.

My other main work was as Patron of a whole range of charities. I was expected to know what they were about and to attend the odd meeting, declare buildings open and that sort of thing. I was saved from any number of faux pas by Jasmine, whose advice was invariable sound. She warned me that even strangers, when introduced to me, would ask me questions, which would seem to me to be impertinent but were actually of real importance to the well-being of the state. On my first visit to the school I had an example. The girls and teachers were given an opportunity to ask me questions. The first question was 'Is your rosebud happy?', the second concerned the health and well-being of my clitie. In both cases a negative answer would have worrying implications for the welfare of the nation. I was very glad to be able to provide them with a positive, if blushingly given, report.

The day was approaching when my husband would have to go on the promised manoeuvres. Since our marriage he had taken me at least four times in each twenty-four hours. My mouth and my pussy had become used to regular, blissful invasions by his cock and I found I needed him to feed me his sperm, which now constituted my favourite food. I wondered how I should survive a sudden withdrawal of his favours. He clearly also looked forward with horror to the self- denial he would have to endure. We tried to make up for what was to come by fucking, sucking and handling almost without cease during the day and night before his departure.

I do not know how he managed to walk down the palace stairs, let alone sit on his horse during the march, on the day he left. My ladies had to support me onto the balcony to wave goodbye to him. There were knowing looks all round and a few ribald comments, I'm sure, from his companions to my husband. I saw him grinning from ear to ear as he blew me a kiss. Then Jasmine gave me a long, soaking bath and oiled my shattered pussy. I slept for ten hours.

We made the following days busy with work, so that I should have as little time as possible to miss my husband. The nights were the problem. Jasmine and my other ladies tried to keep me amused but, unexpectedly, I felt a need for solitude, to process all that had happened to me during the months I had spent in this enchanted land, and I asked to be left alone from the dinner hour until they prepared me for bed.

On the second night I chose to sit in part of the palace garden which looked out over open countryside. It was a vision of tranquility and, to my mind, holiness. I looked out from a low terrace over meadows and streams, lined with pollard willows, to gentle hills. I asked my ladies to set a chair for me and to withdraw. I sent the guard on an errand so that I might have half an hour of complete solitude. All was at peace and I looked up to the stars, searching for my friend, Orion. I found him just starting to appear over the northern horizon and I thanked him for sending my love to find me and for letting me live in this holy place. I picked up a glass of wine, which one of my ladies must have left for me, and raised it to the great hunter. After the first sip I remember nothing more.

I half-woke to find myself in some kind of curtained litter. I heard an argument going on between two men whom I could not see. One of them wanted to rape me but the other one was telling him that someone unspecified would cut his balls off if he did. Chillingly the second man said, 'When he's finished with her he may even give her to us guards as a present.' I must have made a noise. One of the curtains was yanked back, an arm seized my neck and forced me to drink something and I passed back into oblivion.

When I woke again, just for a moment I thought I was at home. I had been washed and scented as usual. Then I realised I was wearing a transparent wedding shift and the room was entirely different from our bedroom. It was vast; each wall sported an enormous trophy of arms, the polished granite floor had wolf-skin rugs scattered across it. The bed was made of bronze; at each of its corners an over-life- sized figure of a massively muscled man held aloft a flaming torch, whose smoke spiralled up into a dome far above my head. Similar but much smaller figures stood around the bed serving as perfume burners. Their scent was sweet and spicy. I lay, as though on an altar and I was the sacrifice.

The door opened silently and in strode a man. I attempted to rise but my arms were too weak to support my body and my legs had no strength in them. He grinned at me and I recognised the Prince of Garak. He walked calmly to within touching distance of me and let the great wolf-skin cloak he was wearing fall to the floor about his feet. He kicked it away and said, 'Pretty lady, pretty flower, feast your eyes on that which you are about to enjoy.'

He was entirely naked, muscular beyond belief; coarse black hair matted his chest but failed to disguise the swelling mounds of his great pectorals. He stood astride; his legs were tree-trunks and from between the barrels of his thighs hung the testicles of a bull; above them, surrounded by a thicket of raven hair, rose the grandest, most monstrous cock imaginable. Fourteen inches of iron-hard man meat. The helmet seemed to glow a purplish red in its pride; it proclaimed mastery, as did the upward curve of the shaft, which was almost as wide as an ordinary man's bicep at the cock base.

I was still groggy from the drug I had been given and could only say, 'Why?'

'You do not know? How delicious. Your husband fucked my wife and now I shall fuck his.'

'Leo will kill you.'

Odo laughed softly. 'He is away playing soldiers. By the time he finds you gone, and then discovers where you are, my army will already have invaded Leonesse. Long before then you will have become the slave of this cock. You may be afraid of it now but soon you will not be able to go a day without it. It will fill your dreams as it will fill your cunt. Even if that were not so, and it certainly is, my lovely little girl, your own safety depends on pleasing me. If you do not I shall give you as a plaything to my guards, as I have this moment given them the other bitch your husband enjoyed before palming her off on me. Now come, my bride.'

He picked me up from the bed. I tried to fight him off; I bit and scratched; he took no more harm from my attack than a grown man takes harm from the buffeting of a baby. He placed me on my knees before him and said, 'Open your lips, my dearest little creature, and lick your husband -daddy's pleasure pole.'

I clasped my mouth shut.

He laughed again, this time more grimly as though he were losing patience with a naughty child. He gripped my nose between his finger and thumb. I could not breathe and within seconds I had to open my mouth to draw in the breath of life. He thrust the great red helmet into my open lips and my tongue licked a wash of precum from his slit. It was acrid and sweet at the same time.

'We shall observe the proper ritual,' he said, 'for you shall be my Princess, my wife. You have tasted my cock in your mouth. Later you will have the joy of sucking out my cum but first your cunt deserves and needs that gift.'

He tore off my shift, lifted me in his arms and deposited me carefully on the bed.

He gasped in astonishment. 'They were right,' he said. 'You are very special. He stroked my breasts, sucked at my nipples and, descending lower, exclaimed again as he took the whole of my clity, balls, cocklet and all, into his mouth. After a moment's savouring them he let them go. He smiled at me then said, 'Let me see.' He raised and separated my legs and gasped again. 'Here is heaven or all the heaven I want.'

He leant in towards me and, grasping each of my legs to hold them high and apart, he sank his bearded face between my buttocks and began to lick my pussy. The roughness of his beard, combined with the rasping of his tongue over my rosebud, made my cocklet start to rise. He looked up from his adoration of my cunt and grinned at me, 'See, my darling, your cocklet already recognises her daddy's right to be where he is.' Then he darted his tongue in and out of my quivering rosebud before delving deeper. Soon I was squirming with pleasure against my will.

I tried to push him off but it was to no avail and he began to be angry. He thrust three of his fingers into my mouth. 'Suck them. My women have oiled your cunt but you will need the extra wetness when I plough you.' Impatiently he pushed one finger, then the other two, then his fist, into my pussy. I screamed with the shock of it.

He rose up above me, positioned his monstrous cockhead at my shattered rosebud and entered me. I had not imagined such pain could exist. He thrust and kept on thrusting, despite my cries and the tears forced from me, until the great bush of his pubic hair scratched my buttocks.

'I claim the loveliest woman alive,' he shouted in exultation, 'And now I make her mine. After you have enjoyed my cock no other cock will satisfy you, nor will any other man.' And he started to fuck me. The great rod was as a piston driven by his lust and driving me to equal lust. Against my will my body responded to his body. As this overwhelming invader pounded into me my body arched up to meet his. He sank his lips on mine and his tongue entered my mouth and danced with my tongue, as his cock ploughed my prostate, and my cocklet erupted between our battering bodies. And then that almost unbelievable rod of man meat itself erupted again and again deep in my cunt, driving me to distraction.

Before what was to be his final plunge into my womb he looked into my eyes and I saw triumph. A wave of shame swept over me, that my body had betrayed me into responding to his lust, that I had given myself to him like one of his whores. I swept out my arms in anguish and my right hand grasped one of the bronze perfume burners. As Odo made his last gargantuan thrust and filled my already overflowing cunt with his most sustained jet of baby batter I thought, 'He has made me pregnant with his child.' Then I brought the heavy bronze down on his skull with all my strength.

I saw a look of almost comic surprise on his bearded face as he slumped down on me. His weight knocked out what breath I had left after my pummelling. His cock was embedded within me and I swear I felt other involuntary ejaculations, before he shuddered to a halt. I tried to push him off me and succeeded in overturning the two of us so that he fell to the floor with a crash bringing me down on top of him, still impaled on that admittedly superb member. I was sure the guards must have heard the noise and I struggled to pull myself off his cock. As I stood up I felt a momentary, insane desire to impale myself again and I prayed he had not been right when he said I should find all other men unable to satisfy me. Then I saw his eyes. They seemed to look straight at me but they registered nothing. The monster was dead. I had killed him.

I looked around for something with which to cover myself and for a weapon. With difficulty I heaved up the great wolf-skin cloak of the Princes of Garak and wrapped it around my naked body. I seized a dagger from the nearest trophy of arms. Outside I heard shouting and what sounded like the clash of swords. I faced the doors, ready to die like a Queen even though I felt I had been taken like a whore.

The doors were flung open and in stormed...my husband. My mind swam and he caught me as I fell. When I came round the room seemed full of men, our men. As my husband picked me up and laid me, oh, so gently on the bed, the cloak slipped off and they saw my naked limbs. Odo's cum was coursing down my legs from my violated cunt.

Someone at the front of the crowd said, aghast, 'The bastard's raped her,' and a cry went up 'Kill them all.'

I pushed myself up on my elbows and shouted as loudly as I could, 'Stop. The man who did it is dead. He lies here. I killed him. Let that suffice. No one else is guilty, only he.'

The man who had shouted dropped on his knees before me. 'Most merciful, as most beautiful, lady, may I kiss your hand?'

I asked my husband to cover me with his cloak, then I held out my hand and more and more of our men crowded in to kiss it. Each man blessed me and asked for my blessing. I was astonished to see the love they bore me. The queue seemed endless and Leo could see that I was exhausted. He told his guard to send away those outside but to tell them that I would receive them all the following day, when I had recovered a little from my ordeal. Then he sent for the former princess's ladies to bathe me. They huddled into the room terrified.

I said, 'Do not be afraid. You are all under my protection. No one will harm you.' They, like our soldiers, tried to kiss my hands and my husband's patience snapped.

'You may be under my wife's protection but there is no time for this business. She needs to be bathed and anointed, NOW, then go. My guards will see you come to no harm, according to my wife's promise. See to their safety,' he said to the men around us. 'And take away that carrion,' he continued, indicating the body of the Prince of Garak. 'Hang it up in the main square of the city and proclaim that Garak now has a Queen. My wife shall be Queen of Garak in her own right as well as of Leonesse through her marriage to me.'

I suddenly remembered what Odo had told me about his sending his wife as a plaything to his guard and I begged Leo to rescue her, regardless of the harm she had done us. Whilst I was being cleansed and my engorged pussy was being treated with soothing balms, word came that Senta had been found in the barracks. She had clearly been used by a number of the soldiers but, unwittingly, Odo had done us a favour. A fight had broken out over who should use her next, which had pulled in the sentries and so facilitated my husband's troops' entry to the palace. My husband had her washed and returned to her father's family with a warning that if she put even the slightest foot wrong she would face life in jail. I understand that some years later she married a friend of her father and they had a happy marriage fighting like cat and dog. Leo ensured that the soldiers who had abused her were flogged and dismissed from the army to show that such behaviour would no longer be tolerated.

Once I was restored to something like normality and the bed had been stripped, the marked bedclothes conveyed to an incinerator and fresh linen cast over the mattress, my darling husband got into bed with me. He kissed me gently and lovingly and prepared for sleep, fearing that I was not recovered enough to be able to make love with him and, perhaps, fearing that Odo would have cured me of wanting to make love at all; my pussy lips bore witness to how rough he had been in his taking of me.

I raised my eyes to meet the eyes of my husband and said, 'Please take me, dearest. Take me here in the bed of my desolation to turn it into the bed of my reawakening to life. Although the women have cleansed me of that man's sperm I fear some may remain and I need your sperm to retake the citadel which is yours alone.'

Leo clasped me to his breast. He heaved a sigh of longing and delight; he stroked my rosebud into life and my hands moved over his beloved penis, stirring him rapidly to engorged glory. Then he took me and, after many hours, the dawn came up on our love-making and I was full to overflowing with my husband's sperm. Odo was wrong; he had not spoiled me and my pussy received her master with delight.

The next day I sat in the city square to offer thanks to my rescuers and for them to kiss my hand. My husband proclaimed the deposition of the House of Garak and my accession as the country's first Queen, in my own right. Leo draped the wolf-skin ceremonial garment, worn only by the ruler of Garak, about my shoulders and I received declarations of loyalty from the aristocracy, the merchant classes and the peasantry. In return I swore to maintain real justice in the land in place of the rule by royal whim which had obtained under Odo. We both realised this would be a long job and, initially, Leo stationed an occupying army of 2000 Leonessian soldiers as keepers of order.

The task of making a civilised society out of this brutalised people took years and on that first day, when I looked out from the palace at the jagged, bleak mountains which shut in the horizon, I could not have imagined that I should come to love this land as I have, nor could I have imagined the reason for the depth of my love.

I asked my husband how he was able to arrive so quickly to rescue me and his answer took my breath away. He said, 'I saw Orion rise in the sky and a voice cried out to me, "Ride, ride to Garak. Your moonflower is in danger. Ride now with your army." We left camp immediately. We were born along as on a great wind. The men grasped their reins so hard their knuckles were white under the starlight, and always in my head the voice cried, 'Ride, ride'. As we crossed the river into Garak the men of Garak fled in terror. I was astonished, for they are, at heart, a brave people. I turned in my saddle and saw the reason why. It was not for fear of us. Above us stalked the phantom of a giant huntsman; he raised his horn, the heavens reverberated and a cloud of hounds fell on their prey and we rode up to the palace of Garak to kill Odo, but you, my little warrior girl, had done it for us.'

I have made a prayer each night to Orion ever since.

I spent some time among the women of both sorts in the palace. I wanted to make sure they were well-treated and that someone trustworthy was in charge of each department, for a palace is a place of habitation and a place of employment; it can be a world to itself and people's lives can be made miserable by officious and over-bearing (if nothing worse) people in charge. I appointed the best women I could find to run each branch of palace life and Leo appointed a governor he trusted, and whom he had known since they were boys, to oversee the whole establishment.

I asked to meet Odo's wives and children. There were, apart from Senta, eight wives and fifteen concubines (all of them biological women) but only two children, at which I couldn't help but raise my eye-brows; perhaps those bull's balls were less fertile than they appeared. We found suitable jobs for those women who wanted to work and arranged small pensions for those who did not. The two children were a boy of eight and a girl of six, both by the same wife, a woman who looked dreadfully ill and, indeed, the poor soul died within the month.

The boy, Theo, intrigued me. At first I was repelled, because, in some respects, he looked so like his father: he was sturdy, with the blackest hair and the whitest skin, but I soon discovered that there the resemblance ended. He was the sweetest -natured child, and the evil he must have seen enacted around him, even at his tender age, had, in the main, run off him like cleansing rain water. The only sign of damage to him lay in a lack of self-confidence; he was a very quiet child and, once he learnt to trust me, he stayed as close to me as possible. His sister, Lisa, was a bright little thing, who sat on my knee and prattled charmingly, then became absorbed by her dolls. By the time their mother died I knew that I loved them both as though they were my own children. I asked Leo if we could adopt them. He said 'Yes' and so, at twenty years of age, I became the mother of an eight, and a six- year- old. They soon came to call Leo 'Daddy' and I became 'Mummy'.