Elizabeth Braun
(12/26/01)
I am queen. I am tired of all the people that I rule. I am bored. My husband, the king has been away at war for over a year. God knows when he'll return. I am horny. No, that is an understatement. I am ravenously hungry for sex. Of any kind. There is nobody here, even amongst the royalty, who interests me even slightly. For over a year now I've been thinking of nothing but this. And more and more, I'm telling myself that I am queen, I can do anything I want. But what does that mean exactly? I wonder. I am a good person. I rule my people well. I am fair, compassionate, and I'm capable of making quick decisions. No quibbling for me. The people love me. Or so it seems. So I'm told. But this hunger is getting in the way of my ability to think rationally. And when my country is at war, I have to be clear headed at all times. Ready to act at any moment. Clear headed I am not. I'm constantly fantasizing about sex. The scenarios get more and more complicated, increasingly bizarre. I sometimes fear for my sanity. When will this end? When will I see my king again?
I've been through all the maids. After the first six months of my husband being away, they all began to look enticing. I've had endless numbers of them in my bed, trying to satisfy myself. But they're all tedious. Unintelligent, frightened, silly, gossiping, silent, frigid; an unending stream of clones. None of them have stood out. None been memorable. I'd thought playing with girls would be just the thing. Something I'd done rarely in my life. But it did nothing but frustrate me further. So from there I went to the pages, the gardeners, the handymen, the carriage drivers, and on and on. But it was the same story. Dull, halfwitted, furtive, either shy or too aggressive. These past few months I've moved on to the royalty. Dukes, lords, earls, barons. I'd have gone for the knights too, but they were all away doing battle with the king. Still not a spark of anything remotely interesting. So then duchesses, ladies, baronesses. Ugh. They seem to have fun amongst themselves, but with me they all seem to hold back, to restrain themselves, as though they're all afraid of insulting or disappointing me. And in their fright, they become cold and stiff, uninventive.
Now my crazed mind is working at even more perverse games. I may be losing my sanity, but I must find some satisfaction. Not a one of them could give me an orgasm. None of them. I would have to satisfy myself after I'd sent them away. And now the whole town must be talking about me. They must be. But word is that the war will go on at least another eight months to a year. And I must find someone, some way to satisfy this hungry lust inside me. Or it will consume me. I will not be able to rule my subjects properly if I do not. The idea has been coming to me that I will change all the rules. The only way I can act out the fantasy I've been having, which I think may cure me, is if I allow others to do as they wish sexually. Remove all taboos. Only then will it be acceptable to do what I have in mind.
So tomorrow I will give a decree which, simply stated, will allow all of my people to have sex openly, without fear of condemnation or prison. Duels will be outlawed. Punishment for deviant sexual acts will be outlawed. Anything will go. In times of war, we become desperate for pleasure. For something to soothe us, comfort us. Or distract us, consume us. So that we forget about the death and carnage we are surrounded by.
I have done it. I have made my decree. I was concerned about how they would take it. I have no confidante any more. There are so few people left. Many women have followed their men to the battlefront, camping out in tents and comforting them at night. Others refuse to leave their homes, have become recluses. And the men, almost all of them, are fighting. I am virtually alone with my workers. My staff, who I've gone through far too rapidly. I had nobody to consult, to find out if my idea was sane. I didn't know how they would react. But my orders were met with cheers. Weak cheers. But they were taken positively. Now I will act.
I have invited princesses, baronesses, ladies, duchesses, even a few queens from other countries to come and visit me. I know it's dangerous for them to come, but I believe they will, as their countries are fighting along with mine, and they must be as bored as I am. They will come out of curiousity. And I will entertain them by offering them my men, my workers, as playmates for a night or two. After I do what I have in mind.
My invitations have gone out. Now I must wait. I am inviting eight at a time. That way there's a better chance of having at least one who's attractive enough for my purposes. It won't work if they're not attractive. Perhaps I am crazy. But I want to act this out so desperately. I am obsessed with the idea of it. I can't sleep at night any more. My visions must become reality.
My first guests have arrived. I was right. They all came. They took the risk. They are as bored as I am. I invite them to come and sit with me in the salon. One of my men, Jasper, brings us sherry to drink, and little biscuits with sugar on top. As we sit in a circle, sipping our drinks, I tell them of the gifts I have to offer them. At first they act affronted, embarrassed, disgusted even. But behind their protestations I recognize their greed. They are hungry too. I tell them the deal. That they can have as many of the men as they want, but they have to let me watch at least once. I've given my men their orders. They don't mind doing as they're told. They are always open to sex of any form. I've observed this. And besides, I am their queen, they must do as I bid them. The ladies have had several sherries by this point. I made sure of that. They will be well provided with alcohol during their stay. Otherwise they may change their minds. Alcohol will make them brave, less inhibited. They grudgingly agree. But some of them giggle. I am a very attractive woman, in my prime. I'm sure that some of them already have their sights set on me, and could take or leave my men. I then tell them the most difficult part of my offer. I can't believe I'm saying it, or that any of them will do as I ask, but it has to be said. It's the real reason why I have invited them.
I state my case. I tell them what needs to be done, in order for them to continue with the weekend. I stare at the most attractive of them, Princess Leneya. I let her see that I want it to be her that does the honours on this quiet afternoon. There is nobody in the room but us and the occasional serving boy refreshing our sherry glasses and the cookie tray. I don't care about them. Most of them have shared my bed at least once, and know of my quirky ways.
The ladies, of course, have all gasped in dismay. They're shocked. Or so they'd like me to think. I admit it is shocking, my offer. Or rather my order. Because they must oblige me if they want to have their fun. If they want to stay. And they will have all the fun they can imagine. More fun then they've probably ever had. As I've explained to them, I have many toys. And my men will do as they're told. They can indulge all of their fantasies, however perverse.
I realize I've been sitting and brooding for quite some time. The ladies have been silent. None has responded. I glance over at Princess Leneya again, and I see a tiny, sly smirk on her face. She is the youngest of the ladies. Perhaps in her early twenties. Long blonde hair. Perky, pretty face. I like them young. When I think about it, only she will do.
I feel my clit twitching, and my undergarments getting moist with my juices. I squirm in my throne and sigh. Well ladies? I ask them. Come on now, be sports, why don't you? It's all in good fun. We, all of us will continue our chat, and one of you will do as I've asked. Perhaps once you've experienced it, you'll go back to your own homes and enact it with your people. Of course with yourselves being in the controlling chair. They looked at me with a little more respect at that. They hadn't thought of it in that way. A new perspective. I could see their minds working. They liked the idea. Power. Deviant power.
I looked at Princess Leneya a third time, and saw that she was rising from her chair. She looked me in the eye, and bowed. My lady, she said softly, and came to kneel at my feet. I slowly raised my gown, showing her my well-shaped calves. I could feel the exquisite tension in the air. I don't think they really believed I would do it. But I would. I was. I raised my gown further to my thighs. My well-muscled thighs. I could see Princess Leneya admiring them. I'd thought she had a hint of the lesbian about her. I then raised my gown to my hips. I had nothing underneath. I heard little gasps from the ladies. I smiled to myself. I had shaven my pussy. Or rather I had Matilda do it that morning. Much to her pleasure. She liked attending to my cunt. I think she wished she could do it more often.
Leneya moved between my legs slowly. Remove your dress first, I commanded her. She looked startled, but stood immediately. I snapped my fingers at two of the boys who had been refilling our glasses. Help her, I told them. They quickly rushed to her side and assisted her in removing her dress and undergarments. I want her fully naked, I told them. Leneya seemed unmoved by this announcement. In fact she seemed to be enjoying their fingers brushing against her skin. Not a lesbian after all? Bisexual perhaps.
Once she was fully naked, I told her to stand in the centre of the circle so we could all admire her. She did this. I pointed out her nicely rounded buttocks to the ladies, and also the high, up-pointed breasts. The narrow waist, the flare at the hips. They all nodded their approval. They were coming round. Of course they were anxious for their own treats once I had finished. They would do anything I told them at this point. Ahh. That felt nice.
I had Leneya spread her legs in a horse stance to show us the strength in her legs and buttocks, and to examine her pussy lips. They were youthful, ripe, her pubic hair soft and full. All the time she was doing this, I had been carelessly playing with my own lips and clit. I had unlaced the front of my gown and exposed my breasts. I tugged at the nipples until they were hard. I looked down at them admiringly. For some reason the sight of my own swollen, lonely breasts was even more exciting than Leneya's youthful body. Possibly because I knew they would be attended to very soon. I snapped my fingers, and the Princess came toward me. Down on your knees, I told her. She did so, and squeezed between my legs, eyes on my own. Suckle me, I told her. She bent toward me and started sucking on my left nipple. I moaned softly. Yes, I said, and now the other. Alternate between them until I tell you to stop. And do it as though you love it. I want to hear moans from you. I want to see your thighs grow moist, and have you humping my leg. Do you understand? I asked her. She nodded yes, and continued to suck and lick my nipples. Aaah. I sighed again. Very nice. And the other seven ladies looked on in wonder. My power was much larger than their own. I could see that they recognized this, and that I could do anything I wanted now.
After several minutes, I told Leneya to start licking me. She obeyed, and started sliding her tongue between my pussy lips, and lightly flicking my clit with its tip. She had done this before, I realized. Very good. The last thing I wanted was a sloppy, unpracticed tongue. I moaned again softly. Then I resumed my conversation with the ladies with my naked breasts pointing at them, and the princess tongueing me between my legs. We had more sherry and more cookies. Then I ordered the two men, who were still in attendance, trying not to let their eyes bulge, to bring us some dinner. Which they did in short order. As we sat there munching on chicken and pork, potatoes and leeks, and sipping on the wine which had been freshly poured, I became more and more excited. I had been right in my thinking. This was the answer to my long frustration. I was more turned on than I'd ever been in my life.
I became increasingly aroused as Leneya started plunging her tongue into my vagina. I realized her tongue must be getting very tired. But I wasn't going to give her much of a break. I offered her a glass of wine, which she downed in several minutes, and then resumed. I loved how my naked pussy was revealed for those minutes to the other ladies. Of course they couldn't help themselves. They had to look. And they didn't remove their eyes from it until Leneya got in their way. I noticed that they too were now excited sexually. I wasn't going to offer them anything though, until I was done.
I wasn't really eating. I couldn't concentrate. I was sipping my wine, and enjoying the tingling sensations slowly increasing in my clit. Lap like a pussy cat Leneya, I ordered her. She did so. Ah yes, I moaned aloud. I looked at the ladies, and then started fondling my nipples. Do you like my tits ladies, I asked them huskily. Oh yes, they murmured, they're quite lovely, quite lovely. Do you think I'm sexy? I asked them. Yes, yes they told me. Ever so sexy. One of them tittered that she was quite horny, and the others let out little nervous hoots of laughter. But I could tell they were. They'd never seen anything like it in their lives. At this thought, I could feel the climax approaching slowly. I held on, and let it build. I wanted this to last as long as I could. Matilda, I said. Lady Matilda looked at me and nodded. It's your turn tomorrow, I told her, and grabbed my breasts and proffered them to her. Show me your tits Matilda, I said, do it now.
She gasped, but quickly unlaced her bodice, and pulled her enormous breasts out from the fabric. They were a tad droopy, but the size made up for that. I asked her to hold them, and lift them as though offering them to me. She did so. I could see she was breathing heavily. Oh yes, I groaned. I started to come. Right in front of them. Oh God I'm coming. I'm coming. I said this aloud, I thought with a tiny bit of alarm. Oh God. I thrust myself against Leneya's face. Jiggle them Matilda, I shouted. Jiggle your tits. Matilda started jumping up and down, and the other ladies looked aghast. Her huge bosoms were joggling around in time to my exquisite orgasm. I came on Leneya's face. She had a wondrous tongue.
I called the two men over and I asked the ladies if they wanted any servicing. At this, they all answered yes. They were in a state. They quickly struggled with their gowns. Go get some more men, I ordered them. They ran to get five more men. Then we had an all-out orgy. The men were fucking the ladies, and licking the ladies, and the ladies were sucking the men and each other. They lost all control. It was beautiful.
As for me, I kept Leneya by my side. I was finger-fucking her while I sucked on her lovely breasts. Then I had her finger-fuck me at the same time. I came again. She came too. Everybody came, I think. After all, it was what I'd commanded.
