Author's Note: I'm going to be honest here. A whole lot of what you're about to read is fiction. Sigh... generally when I write fictional stuff I use third person. And I did here. But... well... this was complicated. It all started when I received a very cute little email from Master Matt. Except... it was a story. Well... the start of a story. It began with "Once upon a time..." and then talked about a princess, a quest, and an evil queen. Within about four seconds I was hooked. And I ran with it. So... yes. A whole bunch of this is fiction. Except what happened. Sort of. Argggh... Fuck it. Read this or not. I don't care. If you enjoy it then I'm happy. And that's all I can say. - Bre
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away there lived a princess
who was controlled by an evil queen, the good kind of evil not the bad kind.
This worked out well for the princess because she was no ordinary princess, she
was a nympho humiliation pain slut princess and needed her queen to be mean to
her and make her cum.
One of the favorite things for the evil queen to do to the
princess was to give the beautiful young girl quests; difficult challenges
which she was encouraged to complete or suffer the evil queen’s wrath. These
quests became so popular with the queen’s many subjects, that even the common
rabble had begun to think of quests for the princess, each subject of the evil
queen’s realm dreaming that one day the gorgeous princess, with her locks of
crimson, would burst through their door, or find them in a secluded glade in
the woods, begging them to fuck her, or even better, whip her cute little body
too.
That delicious Friday morning the queen sat on her throne,
contemplating another cruel and sexually explicit quest for her young ward, the
princess, when her herald announced the arrival of the Baron. He was a tall,
well cut gentleman and his belt was dark, supple, and thick, with a leather
bound riding crop hanging from it. His boots cut sharply on the stone as he
approached the queen and he bowed his head to her. He carried with him a canvas
sack, the contents of which seemed to rattle. He dropped it to the ground as he
stood in front of her.
The queen herself was dressed in black, as any evil queen should
be. But where other women might have covered themselves with layers of cloth,
the evil queen was beautiful in ways that made men willing to die for her.
Magic kept her looking young, as young as her ward the princess, her dark
chocolate colored hair encircling her smooth face. Her attire was part lace,
part leather and it covered none of her more prurient points, making it obvious
that her throne itself sported a massive, slick dildo upon which she was
mounted. The Baron couldn’t help grinning.
“Good morning, your Majesty,” he said brightly, enjoying the sight
of his monarch’s well lubricated petals, spread open wide to accept the massive
girth of the Phallic Throne. The story was that the Queen had placed the
massively large dildo there to discourage any of her male courtiers from
conspiring against her. Had they wanted the throne, they would have been forced
to accept something uncomfortable. He wondered if he could arrange for an anal
plug to be added to the seat, just to torment the queen. Her eyes flashed with
wanton lust and she smiled wickedly at the Baron.
“Your excellency,” said the Queen, eyes bright. She knew that of
all her subjects he was perhaps one of the most deviant, the most cruel when it
came to creating the quests meant to entertain the princess. “And what brings
you to me this morning?” She asked.
The Baron smiled. “A quest of course, your Majesty. For the
princess. May I ask where she is?”
The Queen laughed. “Riding,” she said with a nonchalant shrug.
“You know how she adores her horse.”
The Baron nodded with a smile. “Yes. I know your Majesty keeps
quite the stable.”
The Queen’s hips rocked and the soft sound of her body sliding up
and down the phallus seemed to fill the cavernous and empty audience chamber.
“Very true. But please, tell me of the quest.”
The Baron bowed, the reached down to the bag and deftly untied the
top. The queen could still not see the contents, but he reached in and then
extracted a small wooden device, holding it up. “Do you recognize this your
Majesty?”
The queen leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “Is it not the new
invention from the blacksmith? A peg, is it not? Meant for washerwomen to hang
their linens to dry?”
The Baron smiled. “As usual, you are well informed. But I have
discovered another purpose for this device. Might I demonstrate?”
The queen, looking curious, nodded.
The Baron mounted the steps of the dais and then approached his
Monarch. Her bare breast, cupped in a cushion of lace and leather, sported a
bring pink tip, already stiff and pointed. The queen kept it cold in the
audience chamber for just this reason. She held the arms of the Phallic Throne
with both hands as he approached. He lifted the peg and her eyes narrowed.
“This might tingle, just a bit, your Majesty.” Then he clipped the
clothespin to the tip of her breast.
The Queen’s eyes widened but she never moved her hands. A flash of
pain crossed her face and her hips jerked even more rapidly on the Phallic
Throne until even the Baron stepped back in surprise. The diminutive woman cried
out, head thrown back, clearly in the throes of rapture. Fluids bursting from
between her legs, running down the chair in rivulets. Clearly orgasming, the
Queen stared at the Baron in wonder. A moment later though she reached up and
pulled the peg from her nipple.
“It is a wonder!” She gushed.
The Baron smiled. “Indeed. And it is this sensation I propose
inflicting upon our hapless and innocent princess.”
“Oh, your excellency! I approve! I approve indeed.” The Queen
rose, the squelching noise of the phallus leaving her soaked slit clear in the
cool air. The folds of her dress closed around her hips, the cut still leaving
her pink and sodden cleft exposed to his eyes.
“Come,” she said imperiously. “Tell me of the quest while I reward
you for creativity.” She reached forward, her long, slim fingers cupping his
manhood, stroking the already firm and thickening member. “Then we can see how
the princess’ riding lesson goes, and propose her latest quest.”
***
The princess glistened with a sheen of
perspiration as she rode her horse vigorously. She’d been at it for over a hour
and the horse master stood with his back to the nearby field wall, watching as
she adjusted her seat for the millionth time. Riding was part pleasure, but
also pain, something she was used to.
Movement caught her eye and her breath caught
in her throat as she noticed the evil queen and her paramour, the Baron,
approaching. The two of them, mistress and master, were responsible for the
terrible quests the princess was frequently forced to go on, the punishment for
refusal more than the redhead girl could bear. Her hips moved again as they
came closer, both of them studying her form as she rode her horse.
“Good morning, your highness,” said the Baron,
looking up at the slight, but beautiful redheaded girl as he smiled, his
appreciation for the princess’ beauty apparent on his face. The queen grinned
as well, but it wasn’t the girl’s beauty she was appreciating.
“And how is your ride, my dear?” The queen
asked.
Princess Breanne groaned. Her hips began
slinging back and forth, her naked body undulating on the cruel spine of the
horse. It was wooden, nothing more than a smoothly sanded beam, tilted so that
one sharp edged faced upward. Her legs, obscenely spread to either side of the
massive wooden plank, were secured with a spreader bar, each ankle weighted
with several bags of sand. Her sex was split open, the wood biting deep as the
girl ground herself viciously downward, unable to relive the agony. She wore only
a leather corset, wrapped around her middle, her breasts exposed and pushed
upward. The tip of her right breast was pierced with a golden hope, a small
gold padlock hanging lightly from the pierced nub. Each nipple was also cruelly
tied with string, small iron weights dangling down, the points of her breasts
purple. Her wrists were bound behind her back with leather cuffs, secured to
the back of the corset with a leather thong and around her throat she wore a
collar. Lastly, secured to the top of her head was a tiara, studded with
glittering gemstones that spelled a single word: “SLUT.” It was a final insult.
The queen looked over at the riding master.
“Has she been whipped yet today?”
The man looked uncomfortable, clearly not
wanting to answer, but an angry glare from the evil queen was enough to
motivate him.
“No your Majesty. I’ve not yet done that to
her.”
A flash of anger crossed the queen’s face. “You
are flogging her thoroughly during her daily rides, are you not?”
The Baron stepped close to the panting girl,
her face a mask of pain, and he ran his hand along her side. “I think not your
Majesty. Look at her skin. She clearly has not been whipped for some time.
The look of anger on the queen’s face made the
riding master blanch. She snapped her finger and a guard appeared from the
doorway behind her. Dressed in simple chainmail he approached with crisp
obedience.
“Your Majesty?”
The queen glared at the riding master. “Take
this man to my torture chamber and have my slave stimulate him until he has cum
ten times. Then send for me. I will use him then.”
The guard nodded and took a step forward as the
riding master let out a groan of disbelief and fell to his knees, sobbing.
“Please your Majesty! Anything but that! Please
don’t use me! I’ll whip her good! I swear it! I’ll hurt her as much as you
want! Please don’t take me to your bed!”
But the queen ignored the man’s pleas as the
guard dragged the riding master out. She walked daintily over to the wall to
where the leather flogger hung, lifted it, and then brought it to the Baron,
who stood next to the panting, whining princess. The wooden spine where she
rode had been well oiled and stained with her juices.
“Your excellency, might I ask that you handle
the whipping of the princess? You might also explain her next quest at the same
time.”
The Baron accepted the flogger and turned back
to the young girl gyrating helplessly on the wooden horse. Her slick pussy
rocked back and forth, pinching her clit against the wood and she trembled
helplessly. Her eyes met the Baron’s and she bit her bottom lip. Another quest?
She shut her eyes and sensed him moving close to her. His hand came up to her
left breast and he flicked her nipple. The weight on the end of the string
dangled down.
“Good news, your highness. You will never again
be forced to endure these strings tied to your nipples.” He tugged on the loose
strand and even as the girl continued to rock, pain shooting up through her
loins, she gasped as the blood surged back into the tip of her breast. The
Baron smiled, watching the expression of relief flood her face.
His hands moved just out of sight as she
panted. Perspiration streamed down her temple and she sat, half exhausted, her
body burning with both sexual need and pain. Then the Baron lifted something
up.
“We now have this.” He pinched what appeared to
be two small pieces of wood connected with some spring-like mechanism. The end
opposite his fingers spread wide and he placed it on her left nipple. Princess
Breanne screamed as he let it close. There was a sudden yank as he stepped back
and she realized the Baron had actually tied the weight to the device biting
her nipple.
“It’s called a ‘peg’, though the technical term
is ‘clothespin’,” He told her smugly. “And I have a whole bag of them for you.”
Then he pulled another “clothespin” from the bag and lifted it to her
other nipple, even as he raised the flogger. “Now, your highness, let’s see how
well these new ‘pegs’ will stay on your body through a serious flogging? And we
can discuss your next quest. Shall we?”
The Baron swung the leather whip, the twenty or
so leather strands biting into the princess’ bottom. She let out a scream, her
hips jerking, her clit dragged under her swinging body and a few feet away the
queen leaned against the wall, her hands between her legs, slipping two wet and
glistening fingers into her sex.
“Yes,” she whispered as the Baron beat her the
princess, leaving a hash of bright red marks across the girl’s backside. “Oh
God yes…”
***
The princess moaned as the body slave rubbed the oil into her
backside. She was lying face down on the soft mattress of her bed while her
page, a young man named Zach, massaged her welted buttocks.
“It doesn’t look too bad, your highness,” the page said softly,
slipping his fingers through the crack of her buttocks to graze her petals. The
princess moaned and opened her legs a little wider.
“The riding master spared me for days in exchange for me
pretending to be his ‘little filly’ after each riding session,” the princess
said in reply. “This was the worst flogging I’ve had since the queen had me
whipped me in front of the courtiers at dinner two weeks ago.”
Zach couldn’t help smiling. He’d been present for that. “Yes, your
highness. It was quite an event.”
The princess shuddered. She’d been dragged from her dinner chair
into the center of the hall, her robes torn from her body while the Queen’s men
had bound her face up on a wooden block. Her legs had then been pulled open, her
ankles secured with hemp and each courtier was invited to whip the princess’s
body prior to driving their cocks into her slit. It had been a long evening and
both the princess’ breasts, bottom, and sex had been frequently and viciously
targeted. She’d enjoyed most of it, but some of the evil queen’s subjects
believed that fucking the princess in the ass was the appropriate way to spend
the evening.
The princess disagreed.
Still, it could have been worse. There could have been “objects”
Or It could have been a quest. And that was the problem she was facing now.
The princess considered the Baron something of a personal nemesis.
She knew that at least a quarter of the quests she was tasked to complete were
to his credit. The time she’d been sent to the neighboring kingdom to deliver a
letter, forced wear nothing but ribbons tied to her hair, nipples, and clit,
while riding that awful saddle with the two phallic probes, had been his. She
was sure of it. And what about the time she’d been ordered to brave the Westfire
Cave, to pluck a wilder-grape from the vine of the prophet, only to find that
the darkness had been filled with tentacled nether beasts? She’d spent three
days spread-eagled as all twenty of the beasts had plunged their slimy
appendages into every hole she had. She still had dreams about the way her
breasts and nipples had been cruelly squeezed.
And the Queen had said “no” when the princess had asked for one as
a pet.
This latest quest was a case in point. Clothespins. Pegs. Who
would have thought such an innocent device could be so cruel? She reached under
her pillow where two of the little wooden jaws were quietly waiting as the page
continued to work her, his fingers now delving gently into her sex. She wasn’t
just slick with the oil. She was wet. Ridiculously wet.
“Keep doing that,” she murmured as her fingers pulled the pegs the
Baron had clipped to her nipple during her morning ride out from under her
pillow. “And you’ll have to fuck me.”
Zach swallowed. “I would be willing to accept her Majesty’s
punishment for the privilege, your highness.”
She turned and looked over her shoulder at him. “But would you
come with me on the quest? And would you help me avoid this horrible fate?
The page’s face looked stricken. “Come with you? Of course your highness.
But please don’t ask me to cheat the quest. It is one thing to accept her
Majesty’s punishment for giving you pleasure without pain. But to violate the
queen’s command so directly? I wouldn’t just be milked your Highness! My balls
would be pounded and crushed! She would rub my manhood until I was raw. She’d
force orgasms from me until I could no longer think straight. And even then I’d
be forced to serve her, my face bound to her pussy each night as she slept. I
can’t even imagine…”
Princess Breanne sighed. “No. I wouldn’t wish that punishment on
anyone. She can be a cruel mistress, yes?”
Breanne Erickson's amazing
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