The vaulted ceiling was over 80 feet high, supported by two rows of ten thick marble columns. At each side of the hall, just below the ceiling, were rows of arched windows, stained glass illuminating the cavernous space in brilliant natural light. The walls were decorated floor to ceiling in elaborate murals of a carnal and hedonistic nature, tricks of light seeming to make the depicted seas of flesh writhe in passion, painted mouths open in ecstasy.
But the murals were not the most shocking things in the throne room.
The hall was packed with women – hundreds of courtiers, guards and officials crowded around him among the towering pillars. All were dark and stunningly beautiful and most were completely naked, adorned only in glittering jewellery – gold or silver necklaces plunging between firm breasts, precious bands inlaid with gems wrapped around their arms, elaborate head pieces catching the light as they moved their heads. Even those women who wore some fabrics the Slave would not call ‘clothed’. The dresses were long, light and flowing, but invariably cut to leave very little to the imagination.
The women were not the only ones in the hall, however; many of them were accompanied by male companions. The men ranged dramatically in appearance, and it seemed to the Slave that here was represented every race of man on the planet. Some wore various types of leather vests, harnesses or straps, though every one of them had their cocks exposed. They were not bound at the wrists as he was, but each man wore a tight collar around his neck. Some of the men stood silently with their heads bowed beside their women. With one hand the women held long chains linked back to the neck collars, while the other hand languidly stroked the men’s erect cocks up and down. Others knelt on the tiled floor before their mistresses, their faces buried and tongues lapping. Those women would absentmindedly run their hands through their pets’ hair while they chatted and laughed cordially amongst themselves.
Despite his situation, the Slave could not help but feel a stirring in his loins at the casual displays around him, his cock lengthening to a semi erection.
Just then, there seemed to be some movement near the front of the throne room, at a door off to the side behind the throne. A murmur of excited whispering rippled through the gathered crowd like a wave, and the Slave heard a trumpet blowing somewhere out of sight. He glanced at his captor beside him. The woman was dressed in ceremonial gold armour and the Slave knew her to be an important general, the leader of the army that had invaded his homeland.
She reached out and gripped him tightly, one arm on his shoulder, the other at his elbow. As she began marching him forward the people in front of them parted to make way, and he could finally get a proper look at the throne. It sat on a raised dais and appeared to be carved of a single piece of white stone streaked through with glittering pink. It had a high back, decorated in flowing abstracted patterns that somehow managed to look erotic despite depicting no obvious body parts or sexual acts. However, what struck the Slave as they approached closer, was that the chair appeared to site quite low to the floor, and the base, where the occupant would sit, featured a large U-shaped cut-out.
They came to a stop just before the dais, and a moment later the Slave watched as a striking woman swept across the raised platform to the throne. Her long auburn hair was tied up in a high bun, lose strands on either side framing a gorgeous face with full lips and dark brown eyes like pools of melted chocolate. Her crown was a simple silver band across her forehead, and she wore earrings decorated with a moon and heart design. Her shoulders were bare and she wore a ribbed black corset around her waist. Like most women in the room, her chest was bare, her large breasts firm, her nipples hard. She wore black silk skirts, split high to the hips at the side so that as she walked the Slave caught frequent glances of strong muscled legs and a large ass.
The Queen stopped before the throne and turned to gaze out over the sea of bodies. The murmuring died down to an attentive silence, such was the respect and devotion she commanded. The general at the Slave’s side pushed forcefully at his shoulder, trying to get him to kneel. He gritted his teeth and resisted, but one of the warrior maidens behind him swiftly jabbed him in the back of the knee with the butt of her spear. He grunted with the sharp sudden pain and dropped to one knee.
The general and the Queen spoke at length. The Slave did not speak their language, but he surmised that the general was recounting the success of the invasion, occasionally pointing at him. After some time, the Queen nodded her head, stretched out an arm and beckoned towards him. The general hauled him to his feet with deceptive strength and pushed him forward, up two steps to the dais and five feet from the Queen.
He tested his bonds again, could feel the weakened chain links stretch as he exerted pressure. He was mere feet from the woman responsible for the invasion of his homeland, the slaughter of his people and the burning of his lands. With one sudden motion he could wrench his hands free, cover the distance between them and rip out her throat. It would mean certain death for him of course, but he could avenge his people and prevent this demoness’s insatiable spread across the realms.
He was about to act when she surprised him and spoke his language.
"You are a bold one," she said with a hint of wry amusement, an eyebrow raised as she glanced down. Had she noticed the shackles giving way, or was she commenting on his cock’s partial erection, his body’s betrayal? He wasn’t sure.
She turned away before he could think any more of it, and moved to the throne. A naked attendant ran up beside her and the Slave was further surprised when the Queen unclasped the skirt at her side, folded it and gave it to the attendant, leaving herself naked apart from the corset. She turned back to face the Slave.
"You are going to please me," she said, "Or, you will at least try."
He shook his head, snarled a curse at her and spat on the floor before him. She continued as though nothing had happened, her tone matter-of-fact, almost conversational. "We brought nearly two thousand of your countrymen with you here in chains, and we hold close to another ten thousand in prison camps across your homeland. If you make the attempt and fail, you will be executed. If you refuse to make the attempt, I will start with executing the two thousand here."
The threat horrified him and he stared at her with widened eyes. Part of him tried to reason that it was a lie, a bluff, but the bigger part, the part that knew the Queen’s reputation, told him otherwise. He relaxed the strain in his arms. He would stay bound and obedient for the time being. He would show her what northern barbarians could do. If he pleased her, he would live a while longer to plot his next actions. He bowed his head and nodded once slightly, never taking his cold eyes off her.
The Queen’s smirk grew to a satisfied smile, and she lowered herself onto her throne, her legs supported on either side of the U-shaped hole. As it was lower than a standard chair, her knees were raised somewhat higher, causing her pussy lips to part, opening her up to the floor below. As he watched, the Slave noted what appeared to be a small indented cushion on the floor under the throne.
The general stepped away and two warrior maidens took him by the arms and marched him to the throne. They turned him around so that he faced the crowd with his back to the Queen, and pushed him down, first to his knees and then back. He found himself lying on the dais with his feet towards the crowd, his head just in front of the throne with the Queen’s feet on either side of him. The warrior maidens stepped to the side, reached under the throne and grabbed him under his arm pits, sliding him under.
He found his head resting on the concave cushion, forcing it closer to the hole in the throne. He was an inch from the Queen’s exposed pussy and asshole. Her pussy was shaved bare, the brown flesh surrounding her lips smooth and soft. Her position opened her labia like flower petals, and he could see her glistening moist folds, pink and wet with excitement. He took a sharp intake of breath and his nostrils were filled with her aroma, an intoxicating smell that spoke to his primal core, despite himself.
"Now," he heard her call out, her voice carrying over the audience, "Eat me!"
The crowd cheered and applauded, and the Queen shifted her position slightly, pushing herself further down into the hole. The Slave found his nose suddenly buried between her ass cheeks, probing her anus which puckered at the contact. He gave a muffled grunt of surprise, his mouth pushed against her hot mound. With the cushion holding his head in place, the Queen ground herself against his face and moaned.
Her juice coated his beard and flooded his mouth, the taste thick and salty, and he found his tongue lapping at her folds, as if instinctively seeking more of the nectar.
"Yessss," she hissed through gritted teeth, "That’s it, lick me."
He ran his tongue in long steady strokes over and over again from the base of her pussy to her clit, barely touching it, just teasing it with a light flick before returning to her depths. She gasped each time and he smirked inwardly as he sensed her frustration, her yearning. She was very wet now, her grool thick and stringy and mixed with his saliva. He couldn’t see it from his position, but he knew his cock was standing rock hard now, twitching and bobbing, plain for all the audience to see.
The Queen pushed down further and gasped. "Oh fuck, yes!"
The Slave pushed up as far as he could to meet her, rasped his tongue across her shaved flesh, gathering her juices to swallow. Then he drove his tongue as deep into her canal as he could. She shuddered and moaned, "Ai, ai, ai, ai" in short ragged moans over and over again.
The Slave savoured her musk, the gasping sounds of her excitement enflaming his own desires. He bucked his hips as he feasted on her pussy, instinctively thrusting his cock in the air seeking release. He lapped again with a furious hunger, his tongue lashing up and down her pussy. Then he shifted slightly and attacked her clit, flicking his tongue across it and sucking it tightly between his hot lips.
As he sucked the engorged nub, she cried out and mashed her pussy down, grinding quickly back and forth.
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On the throne, the Queen threw her head back, her eyes closed, as the delicious sensations built and built within her. She reached a hand to one of her breasts, and her fingers pinched and pulled her hard coffee coloured nipple, electricity shooting through her chest, traveling down her body and adding to the pressure in her core. She felt like every nerve was singing as the Slave’s tongue lashed at her.
She opened her eyes and looked down before her. She was dimly aware of the crowded hall. As was tradition, the audience took their cue from her to indulge in their own pleasures in earnest, and had waited until the Slave began eating her out. Now the throne room was filled with moans and groans, the slapping sounds of hard flesh driving into soft. But she ignored it all, filtered it out, focusing only on the Slaves cock bobbing before her. It was long and thick, the head swollen and purple. A glistening string of precum leaked from the eye, and she watched with hunger as it dripped and connected with the Slave’s stomach, forming a thin strand.
Suddenly, she wanted more, and was overcome with an immense frustration at the barrier the throne created between her and her play thing. She surged to her feet, and looked down at the Slave’s face. He blinked in the sudden light, his entire face dripping with her honey. She was determined that his rest would be short-lived.
She took three steps, her legs on either side of his prone body. Then she bent over, grabbed his legs and pulled him forward so that his head slipped from under the throne. Barely giving him time to catch his breath, she smashed her pussy back onto his face, her knees on the floor. She felt his tongue eagerly lapping at her silky depths again and she cried out in rapture.
She sat up with her back arched, her breasts thrust forward and gripped tightly in her hands, and whipped her hips back and forth. He probably couldn’t breathe, but she didn’t care. She sat on his face and pushed down, his thick wet ginger beard tickling her dark sensitive flesh. His nose was buried in her ass, his mouth in her pussy, and the hard bone of his chin pressed deliciously against her clit as she rubbed it frantically over him. He was not a partner, he was not a lover. He was a tool to be used for her pleasure and she ground herself on him, fucking his face.
"Ai, ai, ai, aaaaiiiiiii!"
The dam burst and she felt the waves of release wash over her. She cried out in orgasm and shook. Images flashed before her mind’s eye – a green field, an open door, a rolling ocean. Her hips stopped their frantic grinding and she sat still, lost and shuddering as the pleasure pulsed in her veins in time with her heartbeat.
Dimly, as though through a fog, she became aware of her surroundings again. She felt, more than heard, the muffled calls of the Slave beneath her, his voice transferring to tremors through her over-sensitive pussy. His legs flopped and kicked at the ground in frustration. She sighed and knelt up and heard a great gulping intake of breath.
"You almost killed me," he gasped.
She looked down at him over her shoulder. His face was red and slimy, his beard matted and his blue eyes angry. She reached down, pinched one of his nipples and twisted.
"Fuck!" he cried.
"You almost killed me…..Mistress," she corrected him.
He glared at her and said nothing, so she twisted both his nipples painfully.
"You….you almost killed me Mistress!" he cried.
"Good boy," she said and released her grip. "Don’t worry, you will live a while longer. I’m not done with you yet."
She caressed his arms, which were still shackled in front of him, his hands clasped together near his crotch.
"I could consume you", she said with a wicked smile, then bent down and bit his arm hard. His cock twitched, the string of precum dancing. "Mmmm, you liked that," she moaned. "I want more".
She shuffled forward slightly, put her weight on him and rested her head on his abdomen. She gripped the base of his penis hard with her thumb and forefinger, and the rest of her hand cupping his full balls. She shook the rod gently and watched as the string of clear precum moved. She stroked up and down slightly, no more than an inch from the base of his cock, and watched mesmerised as another bead of liquid oozed from the tip and travelled down the string to his stomach. With a finger from her free hand she poked the string and broke the connection, then sucked the wet finger between her lips. She savoured that first salty twang then leaned forward and licked at the small pool on his belly.
The Slave thrust his hips upwards, trying to jack himself in her grip. She let go and swatted his cock, making him grunt.
"Stop it," she commanded. "Lie still and do not move. I decide when you receive pleasure."
He lay still.
She waited a moment then, satisfied that he was obeying her, she gripped his firm shaft once more. This time she used her full hand, and began to stroke him up and down. More precum seeped from the open tip. She moved her hand up and brushed her palm over the opening, collecting the fluid and coating his sensitive glans, using it as lubricant as she jerked him.
The Queen took him gently between her lips, relishing the feeling of his hard cock in her mouth. She swirled her tongue over it, along the top and sides. Then she took it out of her mouth and teased the sensitive frenulum with the tip. She smiled when he bucked, savouring the power she held over him. Yes, he was a bound prisoner, and quite literally her slave, but the power she felt as she ran her tongue over his member was different, something else entirely.
She spat on him loudly, coating his cock in her saliva, then quickly buried it in her mouth. She pushed as far as she could. Three, four, five inches slipping past her lips. She felt it hit the back of her throat, then she swirled her tongue on the underside, trying to lick his heavy balls. She backed off with a gasp, spat, then went down again. She bobbed rapidly up and down on his hard cock as he thrust up to meet her.
Faster and faster she went, taking him deep, then kissing the top and licking down the shaft and around his balls. The Slave’s breath was coming quick, almost panting. Then his release ripped through him. His entire body went rigid as he cried out, and the Queen clamped hungrily over him as his thick cum filled her mouth. She closed her eyes in pleasure as she felt the shaft throb and spurt.
When his spasms stopped, she released him and held his load in her mouth, then swung around so that she faced him and his wilting manhood was nestled against her wet pussy. His face was flushed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Holding his gaze, she cupped the soft mounds of her breasts in her hands and opened her mouth, dribbling his cum over her chin and onto her chest. As the sticky load ran between her tits she caught it and massaged it into her flesh with circular motions, coating her hard nipples. Then she bent forward and rubbed her body up his, until they were face-to-face, staring intensely at each other, their mouths inches apart.
His kiss caught her by surprise. He lifted his head suddenly and closed the space between them. Their lips met and he was pushing into her mouth. She recovered quickly and pushed back, their tongues duelling and dancing together. He tasted of sweat and pussy, and she felt hot with the knowledge he could taste his own essence on her tongue.
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The Slave’s mind was in fog. He felt his will break and dissolve. He tried to keep thoughts in his mind of his homeland and his people, slain and captured, but he felt them melting away, replaced with soft lips, a probing tongue and the intoxicating mixed taste of sex. He was hers. He belonged here. The kiss was all there was. He lost track of time. He felt the weight of her on him. Her breasts against him. His cum cooling and sticky in his chest hair. Their kiss was languid and slow as they explored every part of each other’s mouth. Through the sexual haze in his mind he could hear the others in the grand hall – the moans and cries of a hundred bodies lost in pleasure.
Without breaking the kiss, he felt her reach down between them and cup his ball sack with her hand, then run her fingers up and down his flaccid cock. He groaned into her open mouth as he felt his body respond to her touch, felt himself lengthen under her fingers. She gripped him harder and rubbed his sensitive head against her moist lips, coating it in her juice. He groaned as he felt the petals part.
He lifted his hips to push into her but she held him in place, broke the kiss, bit his earlobe hard and whispered, "Just the tip."
She held the base of his cock, and pushed back slowly. He felt her envelope the crown, warm and wet. Then the feeling was gone as she moved forward again. Back and forth she teased him, giving his head two or three quick little pumps inside her, then taking him out and rubbing him over her enflamed clit. All the while her face was buried against him as she licked and bit his shoulder and neck.
He was rock hard again now, his cock yearning to bury itself in her warm sheath.
"Please," he begged. His voice sounded hoarse, almost pathetic to him. He didn’t care. "I need it."
"What do you need?" she moaned, thrusting her tongue into his ear. "What do you want? Tell me."
"I want to fuck you. I need to be inside you."
She sat up straight and slowly rubbed him over her slick mound. His shaft glided between her labia, over her clit and up to her belly button.
"Yeah? You want to put this hard dick inside me?"
"I do."
"You want to feel my royal pussy squeeze you? Milk you dry?"
"Oh Gods, please, I do!"
"Tell me you’ll serve me. You’ll do whatever I want. You’ll be my personal fucktoy."
"I will! Anything you want. I’ll be your toy, your willing slave."
She held herself still over him. Her pussy was open, dripping strands of her juice onto him. She wanted it as much as he. "Well," she said wryly, "it looks like the barbarians are at the gate." Then she impaled herself on his cock, slowly, relentlessly.
"Fuck!" he groaned as she sank inch after inch onto him. Her pussy welcomed him into her, a sleeve of warm butter. She took his length slowly until her ass rested against his balls, then she drew herself up again until just the tip remained inside, and slammed down hard.
"Ai!" she cried out.
Again she rose up and slammed down. Again and again, each time crying out in ecstasy. "Ai! Fuck! Yes!"
Their bodies smashed forcefully together as she fucked him fervently, her hot tight hole consuming him, driving him out of his mind. With a mighty wrench he pulled his bound wrists apart, the chain link stretching and snapping. The Queen suddenly stopped moving, his cock buried to the base, her eyes staring wide. Did she think he was going to attack her now that he was free? Was he going to get a guard’s spear thrust into his back? Not waiting to find out, he gripped her waist in both his wide hands and began to slam her up and down on his shaft.
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The Queen scrunched up her face and lashed at her pussy with her hand as she bounced up and down on the Slave. "Yes!" she cried deliriously, "Fuck me! Oh your cock’s so good. Fuck my cunt!" Suddenly the dam burst, and she lifted off his cock and rubbed her clit furiously as she shuddered and screamed, her orgasm washing through her like a wave, her gaping hole convulsing. As her release coursed through her it left her weak. She felt like every muscle in her body had been wound tight like a spring, and now they all uncoiled.
Including her bladder.
She was supporting herself with one hand planted on the ground behind her, her other hand framing her flushed pussy, when a stream of yellow-tinted piss arched from her and splashed on the Slave’s chest, mixing with his cum.
He looked at her with open-mouthed surprise as the stream flowed for a good fifteen to twenty seconds. Droplets splashed up onto his face and lips, into his mouth. He swallowed reflexively, his cock erect and twitching beneath her.
When her piss slowed to a dribble, he pushed her back slightly, got to his knees and turned her around. She didn’t know what he was doing until she found herself on her hands and knees in front of him, facing out over the audience. He gripped her hips and slid his cock easily back into her. She rolled her eyes and moaned as he fucked in and out, deeper and deeper.
Through hooded lids she became aware of the sea of bodies writhing before her. As her body was rocked back and forth in rhythmic pounding, she focused on her general. Syndara had commandeered one of the court lady’s slaves. She wore a large black strap-on, and was using it to fuck the slave’s ass. He was on his hands and knees, his face buried in his owner’s pussy as she moaned on the floor before him. The Queen watched intensely as the courtier began to buck her hips in orgasm, squirting streams of juice into the slave’s open mouth. At the same time, the man began to cum from Syndara’s relentless thrusting. His cock, hanging between his legs and ignored by the two women, began to spurt its seed onto the tiles.
"My ass," the Queen said after watching. She looked behind her at the barbarian. "Fuck me in the ass."
The Slave withdrew from her pussy and rested his rigid length between her large brown ass cheeks. He let a long string of saliva fall on her puckered asshole, and then slowly pushed his thumb inside. The ring clenched and resisted as he moved his thumb back and forth, and she grimaced. "Wait," she said and gestured to one of her servants, standing obediently off to the side of the dais. The short naked woman took an ornate shallow bowl from a side table and came to stand by her side.
The Queen dipped her hand into the bowl and scooped out a thick dollop of clear gloopy lube. She reached back as the Slave withdrew his thumb and she smeared it liberally over his cock and her ass, sliding one, then two fingers into her hole.
"Now," she said, dropping her arms and head down to the ground and raising her ass, "Fuck me."
She felt the pressure build as his cock head pressed against her resisting hole. She breathed deep, forced herself to relax. The ring of her sphincter opened and suddenly the Slave’s wide crown slipped past. His head was now buried in her tight hot asshole. She signed and brushed her fingertips over the throbbing nub of her clit.
The Slave slowly pushed further, filling her rectum, and she opened her mouth wide in a silent O as she rubbed her pussy. He paused, waited a moment, giving her ass time to adjust to the invasion. Then he began to move back and forth. Slowly at first, he gradually picked up speed until he was ramming forcefully into her bowels, his balls slapping at her pussy with each thrust.
After ten minutes of fucking her ass, she felt the tell-tale signs, felt him grow even harder, stretching her wide. "Yesssss," she hissed, "come in my ass! I want you to fill my ass with your cum!"
He cried out and his cock exploded in her rectum, flooding her insides with cum. He spurted five or six times, until she didn’t think she could feel any fuller. At the same time she felt another wave break over her, nerves firing throughout her body as she came again. Then, as his organ slowly began to wilt he pulled it out and held her ass cheeks apart with his hands. Her empty hole gaped and she flexed, winking it obscenely at him. Then she pushed and a stream of white cum was expelled from her ass to splash on the dais.
The Slave fell back, exhausted, and the Queen sat looking at him. Then she beckoned to another waiting servant. The woman approached and fastened a tight collar around the Slave’s neck, identical to the ones worn by the other men present. The Slave, too tired to object, merely looked at the Queen. His bald head shone with sweat. His ginger beard glistened.
"That was…..satisfactory," said the Queen, with a slight smile. "You live for today. I will test you again tomorrow, privately."
Despite himself, the Slave could not help but return her smile.
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