The Queen and her Servants

[showdolly]

((((OC NOTE: Please PM myself or DarknessTorment with character info before posting to this thread. It's open, but very planned and organized, so let us help you find a place! All are welcome - we will surely need more female servants as well as more male servants. King is not one that we'll characterize, as he's impotent and stupid. LOL Thanks!!))))


Queen Adolla was simply gorgeous. Tall at 5'9" and period-typically skinny, with fair skin and a sizable bustline, she had to have her clothes specially made. Beyond being Queen, nothing in even the finest stores fit her properly - her waist so much smaller than her womanly hips that it was hard to find any dresses to fit her form properly. If she found something large enough for her breasts and hips, it always fit too loosely on her waist.
She revelled in all of the beauty trade secrets of the times - sea life used to exfoliate the skin, and make it sparkle. She especially loved pearls and wore them everywhere she could - in her hair, on her ears, around her neck, around her wrists and ankles, on her fingers and toes, and had even had a special set made that she kept secretly under her clothing. The belly chain also served as a garter belt for her pearl garters, and she cherished this lovely little secret she held.

The King, her husband, was an old, fat, incompetent - and impotent - man, and Queen Adolla, still fairly young in her upper twenties, had her needs. It was one day as she stood in her pearls alone, staring out at the beach view outside her Queenly bedroom and rolling her own nipples as she watched the men in the field harvesting the grains that she decided - she would have that one, the one there in the front, the one whose mass she could see even through his scant clothing.
She had her maiden servants call him to her room, and prepared herself for his arrival. She wrapped her purple, silken robe around her form, tying it tightly at the waist, revealing the bottom-most curve of her buttocks, and the slightest hint of her secret passions. Her breasts pressed against the soft, silk fabric, and she massaged them through it causing them to protrude obviously.

Her door opened with a knock, and she turned at the sound of his voice.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm the lowly farmhand

Malcolm was a bit surprised when he was sent for, saying that the Queen herself wanted to see him. He thought that maybe she needed something moved so he didn't bother putting a shirt on, thinking that he wouldn't be there long.

Malcolm was muscled with muscles on top of muscles from all his hard work on the farm, and he was very well endowed in the manhood department, with being at around 10 inches long, and thick. He smiled at the thought that he had dreamed about from time to time since the first time he had seen the queen, about taking her to his bed, and showing her the time of her life. He knew that the king was an old man that probably couldn't get it up anymore, but he would never act on his desires and dreams, for he knew that it would be certain death.

He knocked on the door to her bedroom and cleared his throat. "You wanted to see me your highness?" His eyes were on the floor, and he was waiting til he got permission to enter before bowing to her more than that.

Malcolm
6'4
220 pounds of muscle
black hair
green eyes
10 inches and thick
tanned all over from working in the fields.

 

[showdolly]

"Yes, enter." She looked him over good. Yes, he would do, do just fine. "What is your name?" She pointed to the chair in front of her, meaning for him to sit there. She knew she was revealing way more of her skin than he had ever seen. It wasn't the nature of women of the time to reveal anything - necks, arms, and ankles should remain covered. TO hell with that, she thought.

"I brought you here for a reason. Would you like to get out of the field sometimes, and can you follow instruction?"

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm

Malcolm looked up and after bowing sat down in the proferred chair. "Yes ma'am on both questions. I would love to get out of the fields sometime, and I can follow instructions to the letter. As for your other question, my name is Malcolm m'lady." He looked her in the eye as he answered all the questions she had asked.

 

[showdolly]

"Malcom," the queen repeated. "Tell me. Do you like what you see?" She did her model walk, one foot in front of the other, causing her hips to rock luringly as she walked toward him. She untied her robe, but didn't open it just yet. She was watching his every move, gauging what he might be thinking and assessing his true willingness and whatever abilities he might have. She knew every man had his strong points, and she wanted to know what his were.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm

Malcolm kept his face solid. She could tell that he was trying to hold back his thoughts tho. "Ma'am, if I may speak freely, I like what I see, but just thinking that and what is going through my mind right now, can get me beheaded by your husband." He sat stock still, but he couldn't hide his reaction to her body on his cock. which was beginning to show a mind of it's own.

 

[showdolly]

The queen almost laughed. "Do not worry about my husband. He is more scared of me than you are!" She laughed again. Besides, his bedroom was all the way across the castle, and he seldom called to her any more. When he did it was for her to put on a show for him, and though he tried occasionally to participate, it was of no use. The queen did what she could for him, but in the age there was not much that could help his physical ailment.

"Tell me, Malcom. Tell me exactly what you like about what you see." She let go of her robe, and though it didnt open it did reveal a slither of skin all the way down her body. She turned from him and did her walk again as she approached the bed, listening to his description of her body as he saw it.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm

Malcolm started. "Well Ma'am, you got the body that any woman would die for, and any man would kill for to have in bed just for one night. You have the perfect figure with your slim waist, legs that go on forever, breasts that were meant to be fondled and caressed by a man that knows what he's doing. Your ass, through the clothing, looks so perfect, and delectable, I could wrap my hands around each cheek, and give you the squeezing and loving that you deserve." He was waxing poetically now, and his cock was straining at his pants to come out and play. He tried straitening himself out while she had her back turned, but he was so big, that it just looked like he had a third leg now running besides the left one.

 

[showdolly]

She whirled around quickly, causing her robe to fall off of one shoulder. She sat on the bed, legs together, and looked at him. Good, he was hard already. He was attracted to her, and that's what she needed.

"Come here, malcom. Sit beside me. I want you to do those things you said. My husband, the king, he is old and impotent and I need a big strong man like you. Do you know how to treat a woman?" The queen eyed the servant as he moved toward her, a bit nervously.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm

Malcolm blushed a bit. "Yes ma'am, I know the ways of pleasuring a woman." He sat down next to her on the bed, and he was trying not to blush to much at what he saw of her body. --God she's hotter up close than far away.-- he let that thought slip out in spoken words that she could probably hear;.

 

[showdolly]

"You think I'm hot? I'm glad you enjoy me, I haven't been enjoyed in the longest time. Unrobe my shoulders and uncover my breasts. If you're gentle, you may do as you like with them." She leaned back on her own arms, propped on the bed and awaited his touch.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm

"Yes my queen, at your service." He took the top of her robe, and brought it down from her perfect shoulders, and then started kissing her neck and shoulder blades, then worked his way down to her perfectly formed breasts. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and nipping it then working on the other one while working on the one with his fingers.

 

[showdolly]

"Mmm, that is very nice Malcom. Nipple play is one of my favorite things, but the king is too rough sometimes. You are gentle, please continue! I love a man's gentle touch...."
She reached down and pressed her hand against his obviously hardened member, and guided her hand in a mimic of stroking him.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm

Malcolm let out a moan and pressed his erection into her hand. "Oh god, please don't stop." He continued playing with her nipples with her tongue and teeth, being gentle, but also trying to give her complete pleasure.

 

[showdolly]

The queen grinned. "You like that, huh? Take off your shirt." As he did what he was told, she layed back on the bed, taking her arms out of the robe and opening it to her naval, still allowing a hint of skin the rest of the way down.

"Now, lay beside me mostly, with one hand behind my neck, and the other still pleasuring my stiff nipples. You can press that beast into my thigh, and I want to hear how much you're loving me let you treat your queen this way. I don't have to, ya know...."
She could have her pick of the servants, and get rid of any who wouldn't comply. She was the queen and she knew that she was beautiful, but she needed to be needed, wanted, with unbridled - but controlled - passion.

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Cecille

She listened eagerly as the Queen served herself with the male companion. She did not yet enter as in fear of angering her Queen., She choose yet again, to sit just outside the door listening to the moans and groans eminating from her highness rooms. She was not above slipping her care worn fingers under her own shift and manipulating those dark places she felt so eager to taste as of late.

She would await her Queen, as always

 

[showdolly]

Malcom gathered his thoughts before he spoke, and in that short pause the queen realized that her maidenservant hadn't re-entered with the man. She called to her, knowing she'd be right outside the door as always.

"Cecille! Cecille! Cecille, come in here. I want you to watch this, and listen. Soon you will aid me as well, and I want you to already know what I need. You've not been allowed to caress my body that you bathe and dress every day, but that is changing. You sit there in the chair by the door, still guarding to make sure we are not interrupted, but you pay attention and let your own heat rise."

She turned to Malcom again. "What were you saying? You were telling your queen what you love about her body, and why she should allow you to continue."

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Dropping her head, in astonishment, she wondered if the Queen could read minds? She quickly adjusted her skirts and moved the chair. Opening the door, she called out.

"My Lady Queen? what is it that you need from me?" she asked. Knowing the tale tell signs of her pent up passions, she held her head facing the floor awaiting further instruction.

 

[showdolly]

She called the girl again, now standing at the door, instsructing her to turn around to face her, and close the door. She pointed to the chair there, and simply now said, "Watch." She noticed the blush on the girl's face, and tried to make her comfortable. "Take care of yourself as you desire, as you watch me and this servant. Your turn will come, so learn and burn with us."

The queen turned back to Malcom, eager to hear how strong his passions were for her. All of the goings-on had delayed his answer, so she reminded him as she placed her hands on his, guiding him to return to his massage of her white breasts. "What is it you love, Malcom? And what things will you do for me if I allow you to continue?" She wanted to know how much he was turned on by her - not just the fact that she was queen, but as a woman.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm

Malcolm continued playing with her breasts, tweaking her nipples a bit as he did so. He was very uncomfortable from the tightness in his pants, but he started. "I love how your beautiful flesh mold so perfectly with my hands, with your nipples so perfectly pert and ready for pinching and tweaking. I would do anything for you my Queen, including kill that old fart of a husband you have, and die for you when I get caught. You can feel what your doing to me, and I am willing to cut it off, becoming a Eunuch if that pleases you."

 

[showdolly]

The queen grinned. "No, don't do that. In fact, let it out and let me see you stroke it as you lick my nipples. They love to be licked.... And I love to see a man stroke his own, hard cock. Tell me what you're going to do to me, if I let you, and if I like what I hear, maybe I will!" The queen stood gracefully. The robe, already having been shrugged off of her shoulders, remained on the bed. She turned to face Malcom, showing him all of her.

The pearl set she had made dangled about her whitest skin. The belly chain fell gracefully just below her belly button, hanging without care upon her womanly hips. The chain led down to what imitated a garter on each leg - a seeming bracelet for her upper thighs. From each of these hung chains of different links, each hiding pearls which were also dotted along the entire length of the chain. She'd had to slip her feet into the rings, and the belly chain fastened at the hip, the remaining length of it falling down one leg. She cherished this, and would be careful to instruct her servants to not destroy it.

She looked over at Cecille, the maidenservant, near the door. She seemed to be rather enjoying the show.... The queen grinned and turned back to Malcom.

 

[showdolly]

"Cecille?" the queen called the girl, still keeping her eyes on the male servant on her bed as he began to unravel his hidden parts. "Cecille, come here. I know that you have seen me with myself on many nights. A queen needs her maidenservant in the room as she sleeps, to watch over her and alert the guards of any who might try to harm her, and I have often wondered if you enjoyed seeing me with myself. Have you enjoyed being in my bedroom at nighttime, Cecille?" She now glanced at the girl, satisfied that Malcom would be stroking himself as he watched their interaction.

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Cecille nodded agreeing with her Queen.

"yes My Lady. For many nights I have often wondered how your bed must feel. Watching you sleep, I think tainted thoughts I know God would punish one such as me. He forgives not the sinner. I My Lady, have thought indecent thoughts of you as you have lain asleep" she said. Her grin sheepish, turning her alabaster face to bright pink

 

[showdolly]

The queen moved toward her now, guaging Malcom's reaction to the scene as she glided away from the bed. "And the nights when I've explored my own body, pleasured my own desires? What then? What have you thought and wanted then, Cecille?"

 

[DarknessTorment]

Intro

Dravo Morton
Nickname: The Moor
Age 30
Tall brawny man, dark in skin tone. He was a warrior whom was captured during a raid. He has been of use to the lords, as he handles the affairs of the servants well. He also is to be rumored to be quite the ladies man. Rumor even has it that he has bedded several Lord's Wives. He enjoys Humiliating women in front of their man folk, as he quite endowed.
(yes I know I'm late, but better late then never)

The moans from the cellar were muffled, so it was hard for the others to hear what was going on. The panting and moaning, and finally the climax. Dravo had just come here, and already he was getting used to the place. One of the King’s advisors wives had taken an interest in him. So she’d taken him aside, and they had ended up down here. She was amazed at the size of the black moor’s cock, and had a very hard time fitting it into her mouth. By her own admission, her husband was very small, so fitting something that was about a foot plus, and about as thick as her wrist, was troublesome. Still they’d managed. After he’d spent himself, and she’d swallowed what she could, she’d cleaned herself with a rag, and excused herself to upstairs. She did however state, once me The Moor was finished being shown around by the old head servant, to visit her in her chambers.

(need someone to play the King's advisors wife)