The Queen's Slave Ch. 02

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Being forcefully dragged towards the Queen's chambers soon had me breathless from trying to keep up. The iron chain attached to the cuffs around my ankles only allowed for short, staggered steps, causing my bare feet to scratch against the rough stone floors.

Every so often, I would lose my footing and stumble, only to be yanked upright and scolded to keep up. I could feel a bruise beginning to form near my armpit from Natalia's angry grip on my upper bicep.

"Walk faster slave! If I have to drag you down this corridor by your hair, may the gods help me, I will," she threatened.

I did my best to accelerate my pace, but it was nearly inconceivable at the speed Natalia had set. Rows and rows of shut doors blurred past as we continued on, and every couple steps, I noticed other naked slaves, carrying various items, rushing in all directions.

A few would shoot curious glances our way, and yet none stopped to say anything about my predicament. We suddenly turned a corner, and I gazed, wide-eyed at the scene laid out before me. The walls on either side of us held beautiful statues of women in various poses.

"Take a good look, slave girl. Disobey your Queen and this will be one of the many punishments bestowed upon you."

Upon closer inspection, I saw what Natalia meant; what I had thought were statues, were actually living, breathing, human, slaves. Natalia's pace slowed, yet her grip on my arm remained firm.

I stared in awe at the many naked bodies surrounding me. There were at least twenty slaves that I could see spanning the length of the hall. Each slave differed in complexion and girth, ranging from the darkest of night to pale as a ghost; the only similarity being their crudely shorn heads.

A fair skinned slave girl to my right, had breasts as large as melons. Thick, gold, fiber ropes were wrapped tightly around each globe, causing them to become a warped purple in shade. Both of the slaves' nipples were restrained in a similar fashion. They were pulled painfully toward the other with a golden ball weight clipped in the center, dragging the taut rope downward toward the slaves' thick stomach.

Iron chains circled around her wrists and ankles, holding her spread eagle between two pillars on either side of her body. I could see bright right red chafe marks surrounded the skin of her wrists and ankles, as she hung limply in defeat. I couldn't help but gasp as my eyes trailed down to her bare, nether region. Deep, angry, red welts covered the slaves' entire pelvis; trailing from her pubic bone, to her plump, inflamed, pouty lips.

I could only imagine how the welts must have looked deeper between her legs, but I could only see so much from my angle. A crimson scarf covered the lower half of the slaves' plum shaped face, shielding all but her downcast eyes.

"She's been chained like that for the past two days. She will not be given food for another and only allowed a few sips of water to keep her from dehydration. Anyone who speaks to her will be the next tethered in her place," Natalia sneered into my ear as if sensing my inquisition.

"There's nothing more pleasing than seeing a defiant piece of the Queen's property set as an example and thrashed between their legs for doing nothing more than relieving themselves onto the floor.

"I can only assume, it won't be long before you are in one of their places. You think you are above your new status. You're always questioning everything. I dare you to question the Queen and see if you are not placed in this hall before a full sentence exits that mouth of yours."

My stomach clenched in trepidation at the idea of being strung up between two stone columns and placed on display. I vowed silently to never allow that to happen, and if it came to such an event, I vowed to fight. My hardened nipples and flushed pussy lips tingled as if a concealed part of my mind begged to differ. I shook my head to dissipate the inkling before it fully formed into a thought; I blamed the aphrodisiac that had been applied to both, for any repugnant and wonton thoughts.

Natalia's grip jerked me onward while I gazed in continuous wonder at the remaining showcased slaves. Our pace quickened towards what I assumed to be the Queen's chambers behind the looming door at the end of the walkway.

The enormous door reached from floor to ceiling. It was guarded on either side by two large, burly, stone faced, men. A sheen of oil coated their chestnut skin, emphasizing the curving of their toned muscles. A dark bronze collar nestled securely around each man's throat and a chastity harness of the same color held their swollen cocks buckled upward, leaving their heavy, hairless, scrotums on display.

The guards each held a long, menacing, black leather whip in their left hand; the snaking end cascaded down, laying curled on the floor where a small knot was formed at the tip. I shivered at the thought of the unfortunate being who had, or in the future, will, be on the receiving end of that lash.

"State your business," the guard on my right boomed.

His deep, menacing voice had my flesh rising in response with goosebumps. Natalia, on the other hand, took on a new persona. She removed her vise grip on my arm and cocked one hip to the side, laying her palm upon it.

"Now, boys, you know why I'm here," her angry tone shifted to a flirtatious banter. A coy smile replaced her previously scowling lips.

"I'm only coming to bless you with my presence and to formally introduce Queen Ambrosia's newly acquired property. She's here for her naming and beginning of training. You wouldn't want to keep the Queen waiting too long now, would you?"

"We always enjoy your companionship, Natalia," the guard to my left murmured before he knocked once on the immense door behind him.

Only a moment after, the door slid inward a crack; enough to let a warm glow of amber light issue out into the bleak corridor. A hidden figure whispered briefly with the same guard who had knocked, before the door was shut with a muted click.

"The Queen will see you in a moment," the guard announced, from what I assumed to be the given information from the voice behind the door.

"Well then, there is so much that can be done in only a moment," Natalia twirled a lock of her raven hair round her pointer finger and batted her lashes. Both guards chuckled nervously and I watched in amusement as they simultaneously gripped their whip in unease.

I couldn't help but giggle at the senseless acts of flirtation. It was clearly unwelcome, and yet, Natalia all but threw herself upon the men. The way she seemed to lick their brawn figures with only her eyes, stood in absolute contrast with the commands she dictated not even an hour before.

Natalia swung her head in my direction, after the sound departed my lips and I found myself under the scrutiny of three incessant glares. The door to the Queen's chambers opened then, and I expelled a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. I couldn't decide whether I had been saved, or if I were about to enter a lions den worse than the one I currently found myself in.

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A lit, grand, fireplace blazed at my back. The heat flickered against my exposed skin,border-lining between welcoming and scorching. My toes curled in the sanguine, plush floor covering. The room was the size of my entire childhood cottage.

A canopy bed lay at the center of the suite, adorned with at least twenty pillows assorted in size. The quilted covering looked as if it were satin. Heavy curtains hung from each corner and matched the deep red hue of the bedding. Shiny, golden-threaded tassels dangled at the lowest end of the curtains, swinging slightly from the breeze of bodily movement.

On the opposite end of the room was a matching mahogany dining table surrounded by four identical chairs. On the table, lay three flickering candles, wax dripped like blood down the sides and into the golden candelabra. A handheld mirror rested beside the candles, it's surface reflecting the tiny flames. A horsehair hairbrush nestled beside the mirror and we're what I assumed to be a matching set.

Before me, Natalia was kneeling, legs wide, in front of a wine colored chaise lounge. Her arms were positioned behind her back, thrusting her ample breasts forward; her nipples at attention. Natalia's long, thick, hair fell down her back waves stopping just above her shapely rump.

She faced the lounge chair, with her eyes downcast in submission. Regarding her silently, was the same woman who purchased me from the marketplace earlier that afternoon; the Queen of Antheia.

She was reclined casually across the chase while a naked slave was knelt by her head, feeding grapes into her rosy mouth. The slave girl was petite, with bronze cuffs adorning her wrists and ankles. Cuprite, gemstone, clips were attached to her tiny pink nipples with another fastened onto her bare, glistening, vulva.

The Queen sighed in contentment as she was fed another dark grape. I noticed how the girl before her would graze the tips of her fingers across the Queen's mouth as she placed each piece of fruit between her parted lips.

"Hand me a piece of chocolate, my dear Rose," the Queen whispered softly to the girl holding the platter. Holding out her palm, she gracefully collected the sweet from Rose before kissing her passionately on the lips.

She reached up with her free hand and cupped Rose's chin, deepening the kiss. I could only stand as witness to their affection. The kneeling girl on the receiving end of the Queen's caress moaned deep in her throat as her tongue was drawn out from her mouth and sucked into the other.

The Queen glided her hand from the girls' chin, down her neck and stopped, covering her right breast. The kiss never faltered as the girls' breast was kneaded, filling the Queen's dainty hand.

I watched as the slave began to pant as her breast was manipulated under the Queen's deft hand. The clips clinked melodically as they were passed over by many ringed fingers. The Queen grabbed hold of a clip and pulled it toward her; stretching the nipple and skin of Rose's bosom forward. Rose barely reacted to the shift in touch except for a slight furrow of her brow.

I watched as Rose struggled to hold the tray of fruit and sweets steady in one palm. Her thighs quivered as the Queen slid her hand once again to the jewel pinching her slit. A bead of fluid leaked past the clip and dangled like a silk thread between Rose's legs. The Queen chuckled lightly against the lips of her slave as she felt the wetness seeping out of the crevice.

"What do we have here?" Asked the Queen, pulling back from the kiss. Rose didn't reply and only cast her almond shaped eyes towards the carpeted floor.

"Ah, you must be shy in front of our guests," she muttered while idly stroking Rose's mound. She shifted her sharp gaze toward my standing form and Natalia's submissive one. I refused to downcast my eyes and stared back into the Queen's in defiance. A knowing smirk etched itself on her lips; temporarily plumped from the vigorous display of affection.

She looked back down at Rose and watched for a moment as her slave hips gyrated against her light touch. We both observed Rose's pale skin becoming as flushed as her namesake. Her tiny breasts rose up and down as her breath quickened; hitching in her throat as she came closer to climax. The Queen quickly removed her hand from the sodden cleft and tsked, leaving Rose whimpering and her body trembling in frustrated denial.

"Clean me off, my dear. Both hands; the chocolate has just about melted."

The Queen placed the hand covered in Rose's cream over the girl's entire face, smearing her fluids over her eyes, nose, and cheeks before pressing her fingers into Rose's mouth.

Bile bubbled into my throat as I looked down at Rose, covered in her own scent, sucking and licking greedily at the Queen's ringed fingers. I was disgusted at her display of submissiveness; how she welcomed the degradation in front of myself and the others in the room.

Rose frantically ran her tongue over the chocolate covered palm next, eagerly tasting the sweet delicacy. Before long both hands were covered in a layer of her spit.

"Bring me my bar of soap and basin of water. You can put the tray on the table. Careful of the candles," The Queen instructed Rose, still ignoring Natalia and myself. Rose stood on shaking limbs and did as she was told. All eyes, except for Natalia's, followed her light steps to the opposite end of the room. Her tiny, athletic bum swaying side to side at each step.

I was surprised to note that her backside remained unmarked. Curiosity almost got the better of me. I almost asked why she remained unblemished, when I turned to see the Queen scanning my face with an unreadable look in her eyes.

"On your knees," she demanded. "NOW"

Her tone hardened, as did her expression when she sensed my hesitation. Slowly, I sank to my knees.

"Legs apart, and don't make me say it twice."

Rose returned with a small hand towel, the soap, and a bowl of water.

"Hands behind your head." Came the next command, still directed towards me.

Without looking away from my kneeling form, The Queen dipped her hands into the presented bowl. She lathered up her palms; the fragrance of fresh roses permeated the air. Taking the cotton cloth from Rose, she slowly dried her hands before hanging the used, damp towel over Rose's outstretched arm.

"Kiss my feet dear, and then you may retire for the evening. I will call for you if I need anything more." The Queen poked a slippered foot out from under her skirts. After placing the soap in the sudsy water of the bowl, Rose held the items above her head as she knelt down, and gently placed a kiss upon the satin material of the slipper. Returning the kissed foot back under her skirts, the Queen poked out the other for the same treatment; a loving gaze replaced the fierce glare that had been sent in my direction. She stroked Rose's straight, midnight hair once, before gesturing towards the door.

"You may go, dear."

Rose stood, holding the bowl steady, and walked rearwards, the many inches across the room. She only turned around once her back met with the doors. After softly clicking the lock, she disappeared on the other side. Standing up from her lounge, the Queen once again, directed her glare in my direction.

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"Natalia, come to me."

The Queen had been circling my kneeling form, like a vulture examining her prey for what seemed like eternity. Nervous sweat beaded under my arms and down my brow as I waited for her to do or say anything to me. My legs felt stiff in the uncomfortable position, my hamstrings burned with the effort of holding myself upright. My arms grew tired of being bent at the elbows, with my hands interlocked at the back of my skull. My nipples and pubis still burned with an insatiable itch, though the thought of being handled by the figure before me was repulsive.

Natalia made matters even worse. I detested how she played the formidable slave girl in the face of authority, and yet acted as if she were royalty herself in front of me and the other slaves. She stood before me now, a foot behind the Queen. Both were facing my direction, and while the Queen inspected my body with her eyes in curious wonder, Natalia stood glaring and shooting silent threats with hers.

"She'd been punished," the Queen stated, sensing Natalia behind her. "With what, and what for?" Natalia hesitated, and I smirked.

A slap shot across my cheek, knocking me to the floor. I clutched my face, feeling the swell of an imprint already forming. I clenched my jaw, and blinked my eyes quickly to dissipate the tears threatening to fall.

"Impudence, for one," she stated before grabbing onto my ear and jerking me upward.

"BACK IN POSITION!"

"For attempting to touch herself, Mistress," Natalia added. "As well as being slow on listening to orders."

"There's nothing more important than breaking in my property, well done." The Queen hummed in delight.

"I fear she may be too willful, my Queen"

"Well, that's up for debate, is it not?" She grazed her fingers over my reddened cheek and tutted.

"Do you know who I am?" The Queen asked me.

"Everybody knows who you are," I snapped. "You're the isolated Queen Ambrosia of Antheia, you find pleasure in the domination of those of lower status. You allow your village people to suffer from hunger and toil, while you hide behind the walls of your castle, forcing slaves to pleasure you. You're a selfish, egotistical woman who does nothing but hide behind a title and wield it when it suits your needs!"

I braced myself, expecting another slap across my face, but instead, I was met with a girlish giggle. The giggling turned into a crazed pitch of laughter, as the Queen clutched at her bodice and tossed back her head. As sudden as it started, the laughter abruptly ceased.

"Natalia, go, fetch me my brush."

Fear snaked down my spine like an icy current. My breathing caught in my throat and I feared I would pass out. The heat from the fire no longer touched my skin as I trembled before her. My loud mouth and unfiltered thoughts may have taken me to a place of no return. Not knowing what the Queen was about to do, caused my mind to spin in all scenarios of how this could play out. My rump muscles clenched repeatedly, as if my mind knew before I did, that I would be punished for my unforgivable vocalization.

Natalia returned with the brush faster than I would have liked. I wasn't given enough time to collect my thoughts and attempt to implore for forgiveness or any way out of my predicament.

"My Queen, I—"

"Shhh," taking the brush from Natalia's grasp, she slowly circled behind me. her heavy skirts swished with each step as if to taunt me. My limbs shook uncontrollably as I tried to maintain my position. I mentally readied myself for the first onslaught of the thrashes against my exposed bottom.

"clasp your hand in front of your waist and keep your legs wide."

I promptly did as instructed, noticing how Natalia's smug face watched my every move. The Queen must have noticed her as well.

"Natalia, please resume your duties. I have no more need for your presence."

Natalia looked as if she wanted to object, but instead, she gradually backed toward the door with her head bowed. Soon, she too had left, leaving me alone to my punishment.

I sensed the Queen raising the brush behind me. Squeezing my eyes shut, I focused on my breathing. I cleared my mind of all thoughts except for inhaling and exhaling the ambient air. I let the perfume of roses and the crackling wood of the fireplace wash over me. I focused on my resolve not to cry out after the first taste of the brush against my skin.

The brush landed in my hair, bristle side down, and my eyes flew open in shock. I almost lost my balance in surprise, but I tightened my core in order to stay upright. Queen Ambrosia gently slid the brush down my freshly washed tresses. Her hands glided down lightly after each stroke, following the course of the bristles. I remained stock still in confusion.

"My Queen...?"

"Shhh, "she repeated, and then began to quietly hum an old lullaby under her breath. It was one my mother used to sing to me as a child every night before bed. Images of poppy fields with singing nightingales, and the calming sound of flowing rivers filled my mind's eye, as peace encased my being. I lost count of the minutes we stayed like that, as if time had paused and led me into a new dimension.