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Old 03-17-2014, 09:29 PM   #1
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The Slave Queen of Mythros (closed)

Aliirya Lay in the massive bed trying to calm her nerves by stroking her own golden hair. It was a difficult task given the weight of the iron about her neck and wrists reminding her that she was nothing more than a slave in Mythros. All women were. She hadn't known that when her twin brother, Alliiran King of Tylori, traded her hand in marriage for an alliance with the Mythrosian King. She hadn't known anything about Mythros other than they were warlords and had never been defeated in war.

It was after the wedding just that morning that she'd learned that even a queen was a slave in Mythros. She'd been hauled off by her husband's men and stripped of her gown. She'd been bound and put in a cage on wheels and carted to her husband's Keep where she was gagged and bathed.

It was the women who bathed her that in formed Aliirya of the Women's station in Mythros. they told her that she may be queen of the realm but she would no power in this new land. she would simply be the King's personal pleasure slave and bear his heirs.

Now she lay in her marital bed, chained to it, trembling as she waited in the candlelight for her husband, King Braggon the Ruthless, to come to her and make real the promises of the bath girls.
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Old 03-18-2014, 12:24 AM   #2
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The marriage of Braggon and Aliirya was a short but solemn ceremony, attended by each and every Vassal Lord or Lady whose kingdom Mythros now ruled. The nominal rulers of those conquered lands knew better than to shirk such a privilege as this.

Ten years earlier, when he'd taken his first wife, some of those who served him had sent representatives or had simply ignored the invites. None of those Royals and Nobles lived today, nor did their spouses, their children, their near and distant relatives, or even the servants and Warriors who had once tended them.

Braggon was called many things in many lands, depending upon how he had treated the people of those nations, including Braggon the Merciful, Braggon the Generous, and [Braggon the Provider.

But the one title for which he was known in every land was Braggon the Ruthless. That title alone was as powerful as an army of 10,000 in a time of war. Entire kingdoms had surrendered to Braggon without a single sword swung or arrow loosed.

Braggon glanced to his left at his new bride. She was replacing the wife he'd discarded. Aliirya was nothing like his first wife, however. Braggon had been a young man in need of alliances, and his first wife had been chosen for him by their respective fathers. Once she'd served her first purpose -- bringing him wealth and power -- Braggon had only one more use for her, a vessel for the production of a son.

But, unable to produce an heir, she was of no use to him. One night he walked with her under a full moon to the ocean cliffs ... and tossed her over to the rocks below.

As he looked to Aliirya, he hoped he wouldn't have to repeat that event. Not because he regretted his actions, but because the blond Princess from Tylori was the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes upon. She would look good standing next to him at public functions. She would produce beautiful daughters that, in a decade and half, he could use to seal more alliances like the one he'd sealed with her brother to prevent a war between their two nations. And she would produce a son who would inherit his father's brute and might and his mother's beauty and grace.

"May the world prosper under the rule of our Lord, Braggon the Great," the Priestess said, finishing the ceremony and bringing the warrior out of his reverie.

Braggon bowed to the elegantly gowned and jeweled woman, the head of Mythros' religious sect and second most powerful person in the Known World. She made a holy gesture before Braggon, then another before Allirya ... and that was it.

Braggon turned to look at his new wife, his new Queen, studied her for a moment, imagined how good she was going to feel naked under his powerful bulk, then turned away and departed. He had important state business with which to deal.

"Your highness..." a Guardsman said, catching Aliirya's attention and gesturing her to follow him. He wasn't the only armed man to step forward, to ensure the new slave queen did as she was told...



Braggon entered his bed chamber with his hands covered in blood. He wore a pleased smirk on his face as he headed for the table upon which he knew he would find water, fat soap, and a clean towel.

He stopped suddenly at the sight of Aliirya, as if having forgotten that she would be there waiting for him. His lips widened at the sight of her, chained by her neck and wrists and wearing a single, ankle length garment of sheer fabric through which her incredible womanly features were on full display.

"My queen," he said, giving her a respectful bow as his eyes continued their walk over her incredible form. His smiled faded quickly, though, as he realized that -- for what ever reason -- the Servants had not shaved Aliirya at the meeting of her thighs. He turned toward the door and, with a volume that would frighten giant dragons, hollered, "Herrah!"

He moved to the basin and washed the blood from his hands, arms, and chest. He had just finished when the servant woman who had been in charge of Aliirya's preparations entered quickly, took her position behind her lord, and announced her presence.

In one swift motion, Braggon turned, swung a hand, and caught the woman so hard across the face that she flew back into a deep pile of pillows. Braggon inspected his hand for a moment, waited for the woman -- teetering and sobbing -- to stand, and said in a soft voice, "You are excused."

Herrah bowed, backed away, and hurried out, fearing that he would change his mind before she escaped.

Braggon moved to the bed and studied Aliirya for a long moment. Then, beginning to undress, he asked, "So ... shall we consummate this alliance ... my Queen?"

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Old 03-19-2014, 09:06 PM   #3
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Aliirya trembled as she watched the brutal exchange between King and slave. How could anyone be so meanhearted? he hadn't even told her what she'd done wrong! he'd just hit her then returned to devouring aliirya with his eyes. The whole incident only seemed to terrify the new queen even more about her husband.

Oh looking at him was divine. there couldn't possibly be a man any more beautiful than Braggon. He was tall and muscular and dark and brooding. all the things young girls dream of. But an air of hostility seemed to surround him like a cloak.

"...my Queen?" with a startled jump she came out of her reverie.

Aliirya opened her mouth to speak but as her ice blue eyes met his the. words froze in her throat. All she could do was let out a frightened sqeak and blush madly as she looked anywhere but at her naked husband
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Old 03-19-2014, 09:39 PM   #4
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Braggon didn't wait for Aliirya's answer to his question: he didn't care whether or not she was ready, or even if she ever would be. She was his now: his wife, his lover, his slave. And ready or not, she was about to learn what it meant to belong to Braggon the Insatiable.

Piece by piece, he shed his leather and fur and wool and metal. Piece by piece, his muscular body revealed itself, until finally with the shedding of the soft cloth cotton undergarment that wrapped him from waist to groin -- the only piece of his clothing that was designed for comfort -- he stood at the end of the bed in all his naked glory.

His lips spread as Aliirya diverted her eyes from him, just before his already stiffened penis -- pointing at her menacingly -- was revealed. If she had risked a peek, she would have seen that it suited the rest of his physical prowess: long, thick, and startling to a girl with little or no experience with one.

Braggon studied Aliirya for a moment, then ordered, "Queen ... look at me."

When she didn't immediately turn her eyes to him, he commanded with the same tone and volume with which he'd called the servant earlier, "Look at me ... now!"
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Old 03-19-2014, 11:02 PM   #5
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aliirya jumped and struggled not to coil away from braggon. Her eyes immediately sprang to his. She was sure they showed the stark fear and sheer naivety she struggled to hide. She could not for all her fear of him make herself look at what hung, or -more accurately to the moment -pointed at her, between his thighs. It frightened her more than the man himself.

With a trembling voice she whispered her apologies, "I am sorry, my Lord. I did not mean to offend you. I am just very frightened at the moment."

Her eyes had gotten wider as she spoke, if that was possible. Her blush spreading from her cheeks through every pale curve of her body all the way to her small toes. She hadn't meant to admit she feared him. It had just slipped out. Dammit she didn't want to give him that amount of power over her. It was too difficult to regain. But she'd done it. And he looked ever so pleased to hear it too.
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Old 03-20-2014, 01:04 AM   #6
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"I am sorry, my Lord. I did not mean to offend you. I am just very frightened at the moment."
Without a moment's hesitation, Braggon thought with a widening smile, Good ... I wish you to be.

He turned his body to her -- showing the massive growth at his groin in profile -- as he slowly made his way around to the side of the massive, elegant bed. And while his body moved, his eyes remained firmly upon Aliirya's own. His studying glare -- unblinking -- remained upon her blushing face until he had ascended the single step that lifted him above her shackled body.

Only then did Braggon take a long moment -- a long moment -- to study the Princess's womanly form. She was absolutely perfect: flawless fair skin, firm round breasts, wide birthing hips, long luscious legs; and the most beautiful face in the Known World.

And, of course, she came with an alliance that would give Braggon's merchants unfettered access to Tylori, allowing them to travel within and investigate her brother's kingdom. After a few years, when Braggon felt the time was right -- and after he had his son and Aliirya was then expendable -- the Armies of Mythros could crush Tylori in an unexpected and stunning invasion.

Braggon's smile widened even further as he realized that right now he was the luckiest man in the Known World. And, of course, Aliirya was the luckiest woman in the world for two reasons: she got to sit next to him as he continued his unending quest; and she got to birth the sons who would continue the expansion of Mythros for decades to come.

He set a knee upon the bed, his bulk causing Aliirya to turn slightly his way. He leaned over her, one hand on the bed near her ribs as the other reached down to the side of the bed. When it returned to view, it held an impressive blade that sparkled in the light of the lanterns on the stone walls.

"I advise you..." he said softly, bringing his second knee to the bed near her own knee as the first swung over her body until he was straddling her shins, "...to hold ... very ... still."

He raised the knife over her body, the point aiming directly at her chest cavity. The expression in his face was that of a crazed man. The blue stripes -- his War Marks -- and the remaining stench of the blood on his skin from his previous matter of state, as well as the normal, manly scent that he carried when unclean, had to give Aliirya a fright.

Then, ignoring his Queen's reaction to what seemed like madness, he brought the blade down toward her chest, stopping only when the tip of the blade was ever so gently touching her skin, then slowly, skillfully, moved the blade downward, following her cleavage, then the centerline of her belly, over her belly button, over her promise land, and finally to her knees. And all the while, the gentle tearing sound of the sheer cloth sounded, until finally her consummation gown lay to each side of her fully exposed body...
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Aliirya wanted to scream at his smiling face. He wanted her to be afraid!! He was no better than her brother. Oh she knew the excuses men used to instill fear. It keeps people docile. It keeps them loyal. It was all cowardice in her eyes and sickening.

Keeping her eyes on Braggon, she decided she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of screaming or even begging for mercy. A vow he made quite difficult as he put on a show of madness plunging his sword to her body. She was in all truth terrified as she lay perfectly still beneath the razor sharp steel.

She didn't move or speak, not even when he had finished. She simply stared at him, fear and anger sparking in her eyes like lightning. She would give him nothing of herself. She could not deny him her body but he would not get even a single word from his new bride.
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Braggon was impressed ... impressed with his new queen. He had slid the blade the length of her torso, its tips so close to her that even a slight shiver in his hand would have brought blood from her perfect body. He had slit her gown in two, exposing her womanly form to his eager eyes from skull to toes. And he'd done all of this without so much as a word, a whimper, or a cry from her.

She was indeed worthy of being his queen.

Braggon rose up high upon his knees, stepping one, then the other in between her owns to pry apart her thighs. He looked to the pink folds of flesh and drew a deep breath of excitement. Her womanhood glistened in the light of the lanterns, beckoning his invasion of her.

He looked back to her eyes, still set upon his in defiance. He glanced at the metal shackles around her wrists and neck and wondered whether she would be so demure is she had the ability to claw and punch at him.

He leaned over her again, one hand on the mattress holding his massive bulk just inches above her as he reared his weapon wielding hand back and rammed the blade deep into the frame above her.

"It's time," he said simply, reaching his now free hand down between her thighs and finding her wet place. He fondled with the soft, warm flesh for a moment, toying with her clit simply to see her reaction. He worked her lips to and fro until he found her hole, then plunged a finger deep into it. She was amazingly tight. Braggon had planned on simply finding her entrance and penetrating her, but he doubted very much that that could be done quite yet. Instead, he played his finger in and out of her while his thumb found her clit again and he said confidently, "You will enjoy this as much as I will, my queen..."
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