At war

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lizzy moves her hands to his hips as she feels him becoming hard, gently rocking her hips into his, wanting to pleasure him.

The King breaks the kiss.
"Yes now it is your turn to pleasure me.Just do what ever come natural to you and you willdo fine."
 
looking down again in shyness, lizzy hesitates a moment before sliding her hand from his hip, letting it brush across the tip of his manhood
 
she steps closer to him, pressing light kisses into his neck as she increases the pace of her stroking
 
"Mmm... your doing well for your first time pleasuring a man. Just remember that you can use more then your hands and pussy."
 
feelong a blush rise to her cheeks as she kisses his neck, lizzys hand slows on his shaft. she looks up into his eyes for a moment before slowly dropping to her knees before him. leting her finges brush along his length once more, she gently kisses the tip of him.
 
lizzy lets her tounge brush across his tip as her hand comes to stroke the underside of his shaft
 
Queen Paige paced around her room feeling a bit annoyed. "Where the hell is everyone" she spoke out loud. The slave Betsy never returned with the soldiers reply, nor did he show up, and she would have thought Sara would have come to her by now. She had not seen or heard from her husband since yesterday when that boy was killed. "Maybe everyone moved out" she shrugged and walked towards Sara's room. She realized the poor dear had no clothing and wanted to give her a nice dress to wear. It was a simple blue cotton, sleevless dress, but it would suit her nicely. She knocked on the door, "Sara, may I come in?" she asked. She knew she could enter, but wanted the girl to know that she respected her, and would not always just barge in.
 
"Sara, may I come in?"

Oh no! She bolted awake with a cry! What was she going to do? The room was a mess, and she would never be able to clean it. She panicked, not sure what to do, and began sobbing loudly again.
 
She heard comotion and crying and decided to walk in. "Sara, why are you crying love?

Glancing around she saw the mess and knew somthing had to have happened. "Sara, did you do this?" she asked quietly, her voice full of concern.

She lowered herself to the floor and sat next to the slave, who had not stopped crying long enough to answer her. "Sara, my love, tell me what happened baby. I can not help you if you don't tell me. You must trust me sweetie." she whispered, rubbing the girls hair. "I thought I had given you reason enough to trust that I will do everything I can to protect and help you, but tell me if that is not true." she cried, a single tear running down her cheek.
 
"Sara, why are you crying love? . . . Sara, did you do this?"

She flinched in fear as she saw the Queen sit by her, still crying.

"Sara, my love, tell me what happened baby. I can not help you if you don't tell me. You must trust me sweetie . . . I thought I had given you reason enough to trust that I will do everything I can to protect and help you, but tell me if that is not true."

She sobbed, snuffled, and then everything just poured out at once.

"I was rubbing myself and Betsy came in and she said you hated me because I was cumming without you saying I could and that you were gonna beat me and she threw the food onto the floor and made this mess and I know I am going to be punished for it and you hate me now because I touched myself and made Betsy mad enough to throw the food onto the floor and ...."

She took a big gasp of air, and it came out as a whimpreing sob.

She suddenly threw her arms around the Queen's neck.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll never touch myself again unless you say I can please don't beat me!"

She closed her tear-filled eyes tight, shivering, unable to let go of the Queen, but terrified of what she would do to her. Her ass still stung, and she felt certain that her entire body would be bruised and battered like that once the Queen beat her.
 
"Lets get one thing straight my love, I don't beat anyone. There is a difference between spanking for discipline and beating someone." she began slowly. "I know now that you do not fully trust me, and I understand. Sara I believe in people having slaves as long as they are cared and loved properly. Just as if they were your children. I do not agree with abuse, and will not stand for it." she continued, holding the girl in her arms. "Now that being said, lets deal with the issue at hand. I never put a restriction on you touching yourself, so I do not feel it right to punish you for something you did not know was wrong. Not that it was baby. I will tell you if I do not want you to touch yourself, and right now I think it is good for you to do so, and I want you to do it as often as you like." she thought it was good for Sara to explore her body, it would make it easier for her to serve. "As far as this mess goes sweetie, you did not make it, and I don't give a rats ass how mad you make Betsy. You rank higher than she does now, and she does not like it, nor does she like me" she said with a shrug. "Betsy is trouble. She needs to be dealt with and broken, but I am afraid I do not know how, but that is not for you to worry about love." she said kissing her on the head. "Now put this dress on, and leave the mess, someone will come clean it up later. Go track down those books, and get your list ready. And if you see the king, let him know what is going on with Betsy. He should know he has a willfull, trouble making slave running about the castle." she helped Sara up to her feet, bending down to suckle her breast for a moment. She wished she could take the girls virginity herself, not having to share her with anyone. "I better go before we waste the day playing, and getting nothing done" she giggled and stepped through the door.
 
Sara listend to the Queen's words, calming down as she began to understand what had happened.

Betsy was an older slave, more experienced than Sara, and Sara had automatically assumed she knew what she was talking about. She sighed softly, shifting her weight but still remaining in the Queen's arms.

"Now put this dress on, and leave the mess, someone will come clean it up later. Go track down those books, and get your list ready. And if you see the king, let him know what is going on with Betsy. He should know he has a willfull, trouble making slave running about the castle."

She was helped up to her feet. Sara thought she had been told to make a list of clothing she wanted.

She was about to tell her her problem with making a list from a catalog, when the Queen surprised her by bending down and taking Sara's nipple in her lips. She gasped quietly, and cradled the Queen's head, feeling both nipples respond.

"I better go before we waste the day playing, and getting nothing done"

"Wait..." but the Queen had gone. Sara slipped into the dress, sighing at the feeling of the soft fabric against her skin. Everywhere except for her still sore ass, that is. She winced more than once as the material brushed her there.

Gingerly, she followed the Queen as quickly as she could. She almost wished now that she could stay naked, so her ass didn't have to keep rubbing against her clothing. Well, this way she would remember the lesson of the spanking.

She wanted to tell the Queen that she couldn't read, and could write very, very little. But she also didn't want to tell her in front of others, and she wasn't sure where the Queen was going. She guessed she was going to take her to the room with those books and catalogs of things.
 
Ken walked down the hall, on his way back to the Slaves room. He came upon a door, and heard some light sobbing. "Hm?"

The door swung open, and the girl walked right into Ken. "Sorry!" He said, He was about to turn and walk away, until he noticed the girl was Sara. The only slave to get so close to the Queen. Being one of the gentler slaves, he put a hand on Sara's shoulder, "What's wrong?" He asked, wondering about the sobbing he heard.
 
Sara gasped, jumping back.

"Um.. no I am sorry ...."

"What's wrong?"

"I ... I don't know what I should ... Betsy lied to me, and she was mean. She ... made me doubt the Queen."

She glanced between Ken and the Queen, torn between scurrying off after her, and waiting. Ken had always been very nice, and right now she needed to remember that there were still nice people around.

"What are you doing right now? Umm ... maybe you can help me. I am supposed to be picking out some clothes for myself, and then helping the slaves get better clothing. But ... the Queen wants me to look through catalogs and ...."

She blushed, and leaned close, whispering.

"I can't read. She doesn't know."

Sara looked back up to the Queen, wishing she could call out to her, but she thought that might be seen as undignified, or even ordering the Queen. But, if she didn't follow her, she might be punished for disobeying.
 
"Wouldn't that..." Ken began to say. "Wouldn't that be at the library then? You know slaves aren't allowed there. At least, not without permission." When he said permission, he really meant under orders. Permission involved the slave to ask, and there's not a slave willing to ask.

"I would love to help you, Sara, but..."
 
Ohh!! I considered what the Queen had been telling me. I turned to Ken.

"Umm ... follow along with me. I will see if I can ... I will ask the Queen for your help."

She turned and scampered off after the Queen, glancing back to see if Ken was following her.
 
Ken followed Sara, puzzled by what she meant.

Only then did he notice the queen there. When they approached her, he bowed. "Your highness..."
 
The queen turned and saw Sara and a male slave...Ken she believed his name was. "Hello" she answered with a smile. "Did you tell Ken that he was going to be able to get some better clothing Sara?" she asked.

Queen Paige coule feel her face heating up. She remembered Ken, the handsome young slave at the meeting. And though what she shared with Sara was beautiful, it had been a long time since a man had touched her.
She turned her thoughts to her husband, which was no better. Her body was aching and longing to be touched. But she had better control herself, she did not know how the King would feel about her laying with another man, though he had not even bothered to try to touch her.
 
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"My Queen, I have told Ken but ... I need to have some ... help. I ...."

She blushed a deep red, looking down and therefore not seeing the Queen's own reaction to Ken's presence.

She spoke in a quiet, embarrassed whisper: "I can't read. I need ... help to make ... the lists you want of me."
 
The Queen looked at Sara, though not with surprise, she herself did not learn to read until she was older. "Well we are going to have to fix that my love. I see no reason that Ken may not help you if he is able." she said smiling lustfully at the girl.

She turned and looked at Ken, "I would like for you to teach Sara to read if you can. Not to sound presumptious, but I want you help her to read and nothing more. If you get the urge for anything else, come to me first." she said looking the young man over. She did not think he would be the type to take advantage of her slave, being a slave himself he would know better, but she wanted to make sure.
 
He bowed. "Y-yes, your highness. I wanted to help Sara in the first place, but I am not allowed to be in the library... I'll help her with this task."
 
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