Serving my Queen

Literotic asexstories – Serving my Queen by sweatshirtandsneakers,sweatshirtandsneakers
Her majesty lay across her throne, her elbow on one of the armrests so that her hand could prop up her head. “And what are you here for, my subject?” she asked me.

“To beg your forgiveness,” I stammered. “I didn’t mean to start the fire.” It was true–I had been found at the center of a fire that had burned down five huts. But her majesty was not known to be a forgiving queen, and I was beyond scared I was in for more than a slap on the wrist.

She stared blankly at me, almost seeming bored having to conduct her royal business. “You are much more muscular than the arsonists I’ve seen in the past, subject. They are always so skinny.”

My mouth and eyes widened in surprise. “Thank–thank you, your majesty.” I stuttered, unsure of how to reply, desperately not wanting to give her offense.

“But as muscular as you are, suffer you must, I cannot have every man in the queendom thinking they can start fires and walk around unpunished. She sat up in her throne chair. I started to argue with her, but she ignored me and announced, “For the crime of starting a fire, you will be doused in water.” And she nodded to her guards.

A woman from either side of the throne room, wearing a sleeveless shirt of chainmail and a steel-plated skirt approached me at a brisk walk. Before I knew it they were forceable tearing my clothes off, first ripping my cotton shirt off my back, then shoving me onto the ground so they could rip off my pants. Soon I was sitting in my briefs, alone and mostly naked, in the center of the throne room.

I stood there, goosebumps growing across my arms and shivering slightly from a bit of chill the shadowy throne room had. I looked up. Had I imagined it, or had a smile crossed the queen’s face as she looked down on me from her perch?

I wasn’t watching the guards, who had returned to their places at the sides of the throne room. And for that, I was surprised again, this time with water that shot out of hoses each of them sported. High pressure water hit from both sides. In vain I tried to block the water flow with my hands, but with the hoses hitting me from both sides, I eventually submitted and just kneeled on the floor facing the queen, wet and cold, miserable and embarrassed. I heard a girlish giggle somewhere behind, probably a woman of the royal court enjoying the show. In a brief moment I dared look up at the queen, who I was then sure was smiling a defiant smile down at me.

The guards continued spraying, hitting me in the face, my rib cage, and even my cock. “Get on all fours,” the queen commanded, that fiery spark still in her eyes. I did as asked, and took the cold spray from the hoses for another two minutes, until I was shivering uncontrollably.

“Good,” the queen said, seeming to have been risen from her bored mood. “An arsonist doused with water should now know what fire gets you.” She stood up from her throne, gathering tall, and announced to the throne room: “But mere water is not punishment enough for a felon. Three months in the dredges should be about right.” Now she smiled unabashedly, her face elongating into a sadistic grin.

And as quickly as I’d been stripped and soaked, I was forced out the main door across from the throne by the two guards, nearly carried. And as I I turned back, out of the corner of my eye I saw the queen recede from the throne room through a side door.

–

I’d been in the dungeon all day. My wrists were chained and nailed to the wall above my head. I could hear water dripping somewhere in the room, the sound echoing off the cold stone walls. Then, slowly, I heard footsteps kicking against stone, and metal-on-metal as a key turned in the cell door’s lock.

The queen herself walked in, alone. She was wearing a beautiful red gown, and her thick blonde hair fell to her shoulders. Her eyes shone a glinting red. That couldn’t be their natural color, though–it must have been the torchlight.

She walked up to face me, carrying something long and thin in her hand, I couldn’t tell exactly what. “How is my little felon doing?” she asked.

“Fine—fine, given the context, y-your majesty.” It was the cold of the dungeon making me stammer, though I was also nervous too.

“I’m so sorry to have to do this to you,” she said, now looking around the dungeon, as if she was seeing it for the first time. Then she looked back to me, into my eyes. “I’m sure you didn’t cause the fire, this is just the way things have to work…” she broke off.

I knew I should be mad, that she thought maybe I was innocent and yet gave me punishment anyways, but another part of me understood something else that was going on. “I… understand, your majesty. Y-you have a country to rule, and need to make decisions quickly.”

She smiled. This time it was a soft, warm smile, instead of the sadistic one she had flashed in the throne room. “It pleases me to hear that. Even though you are just a… commoner.” She stepped even closer. My face was inches away from her bosom, which pushed her dress out several inches. “I was thinking, since you do seem innocent to me, if you would be interested in offering some special services to your queen?”

My cock, already growing, hardened fully in an instant. Butterflies rose in my groin. “My-my queen, you would humble me by allowing me to serve you, in whatsoever manner you please.”

“Perhaps you would better learn your lesson, about arson, if you were to feel some love from her majesty’s chest?” she asked. She stuck her thumbs into the top of her dress, drawing them along her chest, teasing that she may pop her mounds out.

A warmth grew in me, so that I no longer seemed to feel cold. “I am sure that I will learn any lesson you teach me your majesty. I would terribly humbled to suckle against your beautiful breasts.” Was my mouth watering?

“A good queen loves her subjects, even her felons,” she said. Then she drew her thumbs down, and in the torchlight I saw pink-purple nipples pop over the top hem of her dress. “Suck your queen’s breasts, subject. Do as your queen bids.”

“Yes, my queen.” I jerked my head as far forward as the chains would allow, and felt her soft breast fill my mouth. Her nipple hardened against my tongue, as I swirled it around. She didn’t moan or even make a sound. And when I looked up, I saw her unattached, dominant stare looking down at me, simply watching me.

“Keep sucking,” she said.

I suckled for minutes, my cock hard the entire time. The room’s dripping water continued, and the torchlight shimmered against the stone walls. With seemingly one motion, she kicked back her hair on her opposite shoulder, to allow me to suck her other breast. Even though I was imprisoned in chains, I was in heaven.

Unfortunately, after a few more minutes, she delicately pulled my head away from her chest, and pushed it back against the wall. Then she slapped me, hard, and spat in my face.

And… I had forgotten about the object I had seen in her hand when she came in the room. Her warm smile was gone, replaced again with her devilish one, as she first stroked my abs lightly with the riding crop, and then took a dozen hard strikes against them. “Thou… will.. Obey… Thy… Queen!” She said as she hit me.

My cock, embarrassingly, was still hard after this beating. She gave it a mischievous look. And then, as swiftly as she came, she was gone, leaving me aroused and confused.

–

The next morning, or at least what I thought was morning (there were no windows in the drudges), she returned. She was wearing a shirt of chainmail this time, similar to her guards, but with a leather skirt instead of plated metal. And this time, she wasn’t alone. She had come with one of her guards, one of her male guards.

As she entered, she had an expression on her face that seemed almost guilty. At her command, the guard quickly had me un-tethered from the wall, stripped naked, and splayed over a glossy wooden table that stood in the center of the room.

“My subject, it is required of you do some further service for the queen.” Her voice was more more sing-songy today, a little less husky and harsh than before. “This service is a little less… direct. Though I’m not afraid it will be a problem for you?”

“No, your majesty. I shall perform whatever service is required.” I was getting very excited, even though I wasn’t sure exactly what was going to happen. Or maybe that’s why I was getting excited?

“Good. You see, the guards of this castle provide so much service themselves to the queen, also indirectly. And I find it such a shame that no one should provide services to them in return. I’m hoping, maybe to lighten your sentence some, you could help with that.” And at that cue, the guard, tall and muscular, began stripping down. He popped off a shirt of chainmail of his own, showing his broad chest with mountainous pectorals, and his long, thick abdominals that stuck out of his abdomen. His tan white skin shimmered in the torchlight.

I began to stammer, a little less sure of myself now. I thought maybe when I had seen the guard… but then I thought he had just been there to help me down from my bindings. I thought there would be less sucking and more licking going on, if you catch my drift.

The guard took his pants off now, and a long, hard, thick cock popped out. All I could do was watch and let go as I was bent over the table with my wrists cuffed behind my back. The large cock slowly swam towards me, as he put his knees on either side of my head, and bent down so as to angle his cock against my lips. I looked up in submission as he stared down and slowly slid his cock onto my cock and down my throat.

“Yesssss, my subject… Take his cock deep down your throat. Oh, you are such a good submissive subject. Serve him, as you serve me.” The queen said all this as she paced around the table, watching, and dragging her hand lightly against the skin of my back, so that I felt tickled and squirmed slightly. “Serve your queen,” she commanded.

The cock made it’s way slowly in and out my throat and mouth. Saliva was running down my cheeks, and I could feel his strong hand on the back of my head.

“Suck his cockkkk.”

I could feel it throbbing inside my head. I coughed a little as he slid himself a little deeper. Then, I felt a set of hands spread my cheeks and a cold, squirming sensation on my asshole. The queen must be licking it.

“Your hole is dirty, as I would expect from a commoner,” she said in between licks. As the cock jammed in and out of my mouth I felt her tongue swirl around my hole and then poke inside.

I had a large cock in my mouth and queen’s royal tongue penetrating me from behind. All I could do was lay across the table, cuffed and used, serving my queen, and laugh on the inside.

“Let’s switch places,” I heard her tell the guard. I felt a bit empty when he withdrew from my mouth, but I knew I wouldn’t feel that way for long. Instead I was given the queen’s own mound to lick as she picked up her dress and drew her panties to the side. It was trimmed neatly, as one would expect from royalty, and was pink and powerful.

The guard, meanwhile, had been spitting on my asshole and was angling his cock against it. I felt myself stretch around him as his head slipped in. The queen was watching it happen. “That’s it, my slav–subject. You are serving your queen well. Let him fuck you hard.”

I groaned as his cock slid deeper. In response the queen pulled my head into her pussy, covering my face in her wetness. I pushed my nose and mouth into her, trying to find her clit. In short time I did, sucking on it, teasing it out, while a cock kept slowly making its way inside me. The queen couldn’t help but moan a little now.

His cock was too big to go all the way at first, so he stopped about half way and then began slow thrusts. He was holding onto my hips, and the table creaked back and forth with his powerful plunges. I felt my entrance conform around his cock, hungry and eager.

I licked and licked, and submissively opened myself to the man behind me, until it seemed like everyone came at once. The queen, our leader, began her feminine moans as I licked and licked rhythmically against her clit. The guard behind me grunted harder as his cock went deeper and I could feel him pulse against my sensitive entrance, his balls sometimes hitting my gooch. We all moaned together as the queen whimpered in ecstasy, the man pulsing and shooting his load into my ass. My own cock shot steams onto the table, hands-free. We all came together in carnal, communal pleasure, our moans synchronizing for a moment.

Until, far too quickly, it was over. The queen slowly withdrew my face from her mound as the man withdrew. I could feel her wetness on my face still, cold now that she had withdrawn. And cum filled and then leaked out of my now-empty asshole, and dropped down my gooch and the back of my ball sack.

“You serve your queen well,” she said to both of us. And she gave me a spank before the guard put me back on the wall, my asshole still leaking with his cum. “I shall call again on you soon, I think,” she said cutely, with a slender finger against her chin. “I’m not sure you’ve quite made up for your crimes.” And she smiled that devilish smile again, her eyes glinting red again.

And then they were both gone, and the silence and solitude of the dungeon room returned.

–

When I heard footsteps the third time, I thought for sure: “Finally, I will get to lay with this beautiful woman.” But alas, I soon heard a second set of footsteps, and a male voice whispering.

The queen was there again in her red dress, followed by the same male guard as before. His brown chiseled beard shone a fiery red in the torchlight, much like the glint coming off the queen’s hair.

“This time, you won’t be serving your queen directly, my subject. We just need a private place to fuck.” She grinned.

They started to kiss, with him gripping her ass through the dress with his large, veiny hand. Then he held her back, and said, “Let’s at least let one of his hands go, so he can jerk off.”

She smiled and nodded. He took a key out a pocket as he approached me and asked, “Left or right?”

“Right,” I said, happy to participate a little in the fun and happier to get some blood flowing to my arm. He unlocked my right wrist and my hand fell to my side.

She came up to us and started to kiss him right in front of me. While they made out she turned her eyes to me every once in a while, that red torchlight glowing in her eyes again. Clearly she loved me watching.

Eventually he had her dress up around her waist. She bent over the wall I was on, her hands against it on either side of my torso. She looked up at me, her mouth turning into an “o” as he entered her. “Like the view?” she asked. She shook back and forth as he began to rail into her. Her head would hit my chest every few thrusts. Nothing touched my cock, though. Nothing except me, tugging away, loving the hell out of all this.

He ripped her dress off and fucked her missionary on the table, her calves on his shoulders, and her feet dangling behind his head. “Fuck me,” she whispered. “Fuck your queen.”

He said nothing and kept thrusting, his muscles beginning to glint with sweat in the torchlight. “Fuuuuck,” she began to moan. All he did was grunt.

Then she looked over at me suddenly and said, “Still there? Are you jerking off that cock to your queen?”

“Yes, your majesty,” I said. I had gotten distracted by the picture, but quickly began pumping away again.

“Good,” she smiled. “I love watching you jerk off while I get fucked in front of you.”

That made me pump faster, and coincidentally so did the guard. His big cock took long, careful, but hard thrusts deep inside. The thrusts were getting so deep she began to dip her head back in either pain or extreme pleasure.

Little did we know, she was cumming then. “No true queen waits for her subject to cum,” she said afterwards. The guard seemed ready to cum, but she told him to pull out, and jerk off onto her chest. He did exactly that, covering her large, perky breasts in liquid silver. Rope after rope spread over her, as she licked her lips and said, “Good, good…”

When he was done, breathing hard and sitting on the table, she came over to me. Serve your queen,” she insisted. “Lick me clean.”

I made a face, but then swallowed my disgust. Then I took a couple licks from her white breasts, and swallowed some cum. “That’s it,” she cooed. “Good.” I spent minutes taking long licks across her breasts, getting every strand of silver cum. My face was covered in sticky wetness.

When I was done, she gave me a long kiss, licking some of the cum off my chin. Then she looked down at my hard member and said, “You haven’t come yet?”

“No, your majesty,” I replied.

She frowned. “A good subject deserves to cum.” Then she thought for a second. To God I hoped she would suck or fuck me. But I was just a commoner, fat chance of that happening. “Why don’t you jerk off while we watch? A queen must care for her subjects.” And she went back to sit in front of the guard turned towards me, fondling his cock and thighs.

I jerked off, albeit not used to such direct attention while doing so. But they seemed supportive, intent on me feeling some pleasure. Certainly, there was some amusement in their eyes, but there was some strange sort of love as well.

So I stroked and stroked. The queen was looking me in the eyes. And I could see clearly now–they were blue, not red. They were a light blue, almost gray, that I fell deep into. And the deeper I fell the more pleasure I felt, until I seemed to be in some dark room, with her enormous blue eyes looming over me. Then, they seemed to command me to cum, and I did, spraying the cold stone floor with liquid silver of my own.

“Good,” she said, still looking at me. “Good.”

Then I wondered if they really couldn’t find any other place private enough, or this had been her desire the whole time.