The Secret of Elizabeth I

Seeing my distaste, Elizabeth grabbed the side of my head and pulled it in close, smothering me between her sagging and sweaty breasts.

"I see thou adores my ample bosom" she remarked, "Perhaps though would enjoy to suckle at my teat the way I suckled at thou's"

I kept my mouth fully clamped shut, trying to hold my breath and not smell the repulsive stench of her sweating bosom. But, alas, it was to no avail. Eventually, my lungs gave out and I was forced to deeply inhale the stale air that filtered through the cracks between her breasts and my face.

"I believe I told thou to suckle" she said, her anger starting to build.

Fearing another stinging slap, I desperately clamped my mouth around her breast and began suckling like a hungry newborn, seemingly eager to taste her sweating breast. The sensation of my suckling seemed to give her immense pleasure as her breathing picked up again.

Tugging me off her breast, she forced me back to my knees and demanded that I know remove her undergarments, with my teeth. I struggled to get a grip around the waist of her silk panties put she pulled out the waistband slightly to let me get a solid grip. Biting down hard I pulled her undergarments down to her ankles but what I saw when I looked up made me gasp in surprise.

As I had seen the shaven girls, and was indeed made to shave myself, I had assumed that Elizabeth's private areas would be hairless as well. I was incredibly mistaken. Her entire pelvic area was covered in a thick, curly mass of hair the same wild red as that on her head. It was dripping with her sweat and her nectar. She reached out and grabbed my head, attempting to force me into this tangled mass of hair and worse, what lay beneath. I fought back as hard as I could, the drink beginning to wear off.

"Dost thou not wish to taste my flower?" she inquired, in a growingly aggressive tone.

I pushed back hard against her hands until I fell into a crumpled heap on the floor. She swung back her hand and struck me across the face again, hard. Even harder than before. Even the stinging pain was not enough to make me put my face anywhere near he flower. The name confused me as Elizabeth's flower released a horrible, pungent odour, not the sweet scent of the roses or pinkcats that graced our garden at home.

"Dost thou refuse thy queen?!" She asked in a mad rage

She slapped me again, the pain was almost unbearable but still I refused to put my face anywhere near her flower. Elizabeth's rage grew and in fury, she picked me up and cast me onto the bed. I was so shocked at being removed from the floor that I didn't notice until it was too late that Elizabeth had chained my wrists to the wall. I struggled and fought against it, pulling hard against the chains but they did not yield. I was trapped.

I looked up into Elizabeth's face with intense fear. I had angered her, incredibly so. Now I was trapped and at her mercy. She pushed her groin forward into my face, trapping me between her groin and the wall. She pushed in harder until I was trapped, deep within the pungent folds of her flower. My nose and mouth were plunged far into her flower while my eyes were stinging from the nectar and sweat of her incredibly abundant red pubic hair. The sense of shock and fear caused me to breathe deep and fast which was a costly mistake. The unimaginable stench of her flower was all that I could feel. I gagged, I wretched I felt like throwing up. I screamed and begged for her to release me from this stinking prison. But the vibrations of my screams and the fluid movement of my tongue only seemed to excite her more. She began to ride hard against my face, pushing my mouth and nose deeper into her repulsive flower. My eyes were darting with panic as my air levels were getting lower and lower. Looking up, through the tangled mess of hairs, I could see Elizabeth moaning and gasping before she again released that powerful scream of release and her abhorrent nectar flooded out of her flower. While I had thought it tasted disgusting before, that was a met sample. What I had pouring over me seemed never ending, it flooded down my throat and into my nose and eyes and all across my hair. Elizabeth's riding of my face slowed but she still kept her wide flower suffocating me until my eyelids began to flutter and I was on the edge of collapse. Only then did she allow me to splutter up he nectar and breathe sweet fresh air not poisoned by the smell of her flower.

"Thou hast refused my advances," Elizabeth remarked with a sly anticipation "Thou must thus be punished, with the taste of my sweet petal"

What could possible be worse than the suffocation in her flower? I learned all too quickly when she turned round and instead forced her puckered rear petal into my face. I believed that nothing could smell worse than her ghastly flower but I learned I was harshly mistaken. I believed her petal smelt of like the brimstone of hell itself. I hacked and gasped at the unbearable stench as my nose was pushed deeper and deeper into her petal, all the while he was forcing my tongue back into her flower, to bear the taste of her bitter nectar. She then pulled her petal off of my nose and I believed my horrors to be over but, alas, they only trebled. My tongue was removed from her flower, but then forced into her far more disgusting petal. The taste was unbearable but she still pushed back, moaning as she rubbed her hand against her flower. I believed this to be the ultimate humiliation, I had thoroughly learnt my lesson, never again shall I refuse the advances of my beloved, terrifying queen.

"For a queen, it is important that she retains a sense of nobility, is it not?" She asked.

Hearing the cryptic message, I confusing attempted to speak in the affirmative with my tongue deep in her petal. The sudden movement caused her to shudder with pleasure.

"And if my petal was to exude a scent most foul in the court, o would not retain that nobility?"

Again I tried to speak 'yes' and again she moaned with pleasure.

"Then perhaps as part of thou's punishment, though shalt inhale my petal's foul odour to prevent it from reaching the courtiers."

Releasing what I was about to suffer I tried to answer 'no' but as my tongue darted within her petal, she shrieked as both her petal and her flower exploded above me, the first with noxious gas and the second with repulsive nectar. Both spread over the entirety of my face and caused me to splutter and choke. I screamed loudly but with my tongue in her petal, the noise merely caused vibrations along her erogenous zone.

I finally breathed the fresh sigh of relief when she eventually removed herself from my face. She leapt from the bed with surprising vigour for her age and sauntered over to where her clothes lay on the floor. Bending over and giving me a full view of everything from her bush to her petal, she retrieved an odd object from her petticoat pocket. It seemed to be an extremely long leather codpiece attached to a belt. Elizabeth took the codpiece and plunged it deep within the folds of her flower before pulling it out, dripping with her repulsive nectar.

She again positioned herself in front of my face and, after commanding me to open my mouth, forced her nectar dripping codpiece deep down into my throat. My throat ached and my eyes bulged as she pushed her codpiece further and further down my throat as I gagged and choked, both on the codpiece on the sickening taste of her nectar. With a cough and a splutter, I was pleased that she removed the codpiece from my nose, but I had learned from this session that there would always be something worse to come...

She took her hands and gently pushed apart my flower. It tingled with an odd sensation and I tried to pull away but the damned chains made escape impossible. Elizabeth hungrily licked her lips, surprisingly in a similar manner to when I saw her bring me my dinner, she plunged her face into my flower and began licking hungrily. The tingling sensation grew to an unbearable level and I felt as if I was on the verge of heaven. This feeling was fantastic! It made everything that happened that night feel like nothing. I could feel the wave of pleasure cresting, just a few more seconds and I could only imagine the pleasure I'd feel. Suddenly, Elizabeth pulled her face away and the feeling stopped. To have felt that insane feeling of happiness and know that it would get better only to have it shipped away from you made me shriek with fury and despair.

Elizabeth laughed at this.

"Dost thou not understand?" She laughed "Though is not worthy of a pleasure release. Only I may feel the joy of a full release. True, I may take thou to the edge, but alas, that only makes it all the more fun when I stop it!"

Elizabeth unbuckled the belt holding her codpiece and once again plunged it deep into her flower to cost it with that poisonous odour and sickening nectar. She removed it from there and forced it back down my throat. My gagging at the bitter taste and choking codpiece drove me insane. She turned the belt around and fastened it behind my head, ensuring that the abominable codpiece stayed deep within my throat. She then smeared some of her creamy nectar beneath my nose, ensuring that the stink remained there. She then wiped away the rest of the nectar onto my hands and dried it off on my hair, some of which dribbled down into my eyes, they stung and burned.

Elizabeth got dressed again while all the while I was inhaling her disgusting smelling nectar through the cream spread beneath my nose and the nectar dripping off the codpiece down my throat.

She went to each wall sconce and blew out each candle until I was left in almost total darkness, save from the moonlight seeping through the open door. As she left through the door, she paused for a second before she shut it.

"I have just been thinking, my dear slave." She whispered maleficently, "I so enjoyed thou's one time punishment, as I am sure thou did also, that I have decided it shall be a regular occurrence. In fact, I shall abstain from my beloved baths in order to keep my flower and petal smelling just as sweet as thou likes it. I expect a hearty and loving taste tomorrow morning, then again in the afternoon and one final one at night. I bid thou adieu, dear slave.

The door slammed shut and, as the locks clicked shut behind Elizabeth, I sat, chained to the wall in the unseeable darkness and I cried.