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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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Captive of the Queen
Chapter One
He did not love her, and she knew it. She held his eggs in his hand.
She enjoyed feeling the vulnerability of them. Always with men she was
able to find their weak spot; perhaps it was her beauty that allowed her to
do this. He was 19, a handsome broad-shouldered fellow, the sort of man
who stood a good chance of winning in the annual jousting feast. He had
won twice in the junior division. Now, in the senior division, he presented
the possibility of sweeping the contest again, this time against the most
fearsome knights of the realm.
But at the moment the most delicate part of his brawny frame was
in the palm of her hand. She squeezed him. He was full. He groaned as,
with her other hand, she stroked his massive 12-inch rod. But he was
paying no attention to her, despite the fulsome weakness of him that she
held balanced in her palm, squeezing it gently, letting it overspill her hand
and jut balloon-like through her grasping fingers. He was staring through
the key hole of a door. He was gazing at a girl of nine, not at the beauty of
13 who held his family jewels. The girl on the other side of the door was
naked. She had just come back from digging prawns and was just now
casting off her summer dress, exposing her body innocently to the eye in
the key hole.
Farallon didnÕt know what attracted him about this girl more, her
youthful slender beauty, which was incredible, or the fact that she was
second only to her brother to the throne. For unlike the girl who held his
testicles in his hand, gently stroking him toward the orgasm which he
knew must come, this girl on the other side of the door was no junior
duchess. She was a princess, daughter of the king, and but for her brother,
who was a year older than her, she was destined to be the kingdomÕs
future queen. If anything should happen to her brother she would take his
place. And Farallon was just on the other side of the door, scheming how
he might marry this innocent girl and rule with her, or indeed for her, as
King.
Kate watched the well-built man respond to her caresses. Each
touch of her smooth delicate fingers brought his tool closer to release.
She loved this sturdy young fellow, this Òbeast with a lance,Ó as
spectators nicknamed him in the jousting ring, but he did not love her. He
used her, for his physical pleasure. He put her on display when he needed a
beautiful young thing to accompany him out on the town, or to the dances.
When he wasnÕt her he was using some other courtly beauty, or a peasant
girl. She felt him pulse against her finger. She watched the big vein
running down the upside of his tool as it delivered blood all along his stiff
prong. He looked at the girl on the other side of the door as her nurse, a
middle-aged fat woman, finished drawing a bath for the young girl. He
gazed at the princessÕs swelling paps, at her smooth flat youthful belly,
set off against her ribs, which stuck out farther than her indrawn tummy,
but not as far as her newly growing breasts. He gasped with pleasure as
his eyes ran along the 9-year-oldÕs gently flaring hips, and spied the
delicate rolled cunt lips between her slender, too-thin legs. The girl
lifted her skinny arms and let loose her hair. She had ribbons in her hair
and she untied these now, letting her wealth of gorgeous red hair overspill
her narrow thin shoulders and run down her childishly thin back. She
turned, lifted a foot to step into the bath. He saw her chubby bottom as
she turned away from him. It was high and round and sweetly cleft, still
child-thin yet with a pleasant swelling to it, as if it were adding adipose
tissue at this very moment, just as her young breasts were, growing with
her young energy into fine plump spheres.
ÒNow! Make me cum now!Ó Farallon gasped on the other side of the
door, his eye pressed to the keyhole.
ÒBut I want you to make love to me,Ó Kate, holding his balls and
stroking his big young cock, said poutingly.
ÒAnother time,Ó Farallon said. ÒNow do me, let me feel the pleasure
of imagining myself to be in this girl, and sitting on her fatherÕs throne.Ó
ÒIf you insist,Ó Kate said. She grasped the young manÕs bone-hard
erection. He was too big for her to encompass completely with her fingers
but she did her best. She jerked him with her fist. She jerked him again.
She felt the fullness of his balls in her other hand. Just then the maid
turned. Perhaps the hushed words and muffled groaning on the other side
of the door had somehow caught her attention. But the door was thick;
perhaps it was just her feminine intuition. For whatever reason, as young
Princess Emily finished stepping into the bath, the middle-aged fat woman
came walking swiftly to the door. Had he been in the jousting ring, his
lance at the ready, Farallon would have been lightning-quick. He could
have removed her head from her body three times over. But it was not his
lance that he was now exposing, it was his penis, and he was caught in the
throes of lust. Just as his seed welled forth, which he would have
surreptitiously wiped up with a scarf Kate wore around her neck when he
had cum, the maid opened the door. Instead of splattering himself
noiselessly against the wood, biting his lip as he did so, he came open-
mouthed right upon the fat maidÕs apron. She gazed at him with stunned
anger; he with hopeless fear and humiliation. And beside him stood
Duchess Kate, bringing about his release with her fingers.
They were banished from the kingdom, these two interlopers who
had violated the privacy of the kingÕs daughter. Instead of living amidst
the luxury of the palace on Earth they were forced to live in the outlying
lands, on Triton, circling Saturn. It was a rough-and-ready existence out
there, amidst the miners digging up ores and sending them back to earth.
But it proved fortuitous, in the long run, for when the Rebellion came
these two royal outcasts were ideally placed to lead it.
Princess Emily sat at her lessons. A wizened old man, the court
wizard, was instructing her in some tiresome subject. She pretended to
listen but really she was gazing past him, out the window behind him, at
her brother. He was young and handsome; the future king. She adored him.
He was practising with his lance for the junior jousting tournament and
she prayed his partner, a young boy his own age, didnÕt injure him. Just
yesterday she had argued with him about the jousting match.
ÒWhy must you put yourself through that?Ó she asked her brother,
Marcus. ÒYou are king; or will be, one day, when father dies. There is no
reason for you to put yourself at risk jousting.Ó He smirked at her.
ÒI want to,Ó he said. ÒI donÕt care about being king.Ó He looked at
the tall strong trees growing in their play yard. ÒYes, I guess IÕll be king
someday,Ó he acknowledged, but I would rather be a miner.Ó
ÒA miner?Ó Princess Emily had asked, shocked.
ÒYeah, living out there in the Badlands, the outlying lands, working
hard and getting rich, not being rich because my father is rich but earning
it with my own hands. Going to the bar at night and drinking with the
other guys. Playing cards, listening to the piano music. Falling in love
maybe with the girl playing at the piano, not having a marriage arranged
by my father for political reasons.Ó He looked at his sister. ÒI would be
free. Rich, but a face in the crowd, not so rich or powerful that I would
attract attention. Just enough to attract the eye of the piano girl.Ó She
scowled at him.
ÒYouÕve seen Raiders of the Lost Mine too many times,Ó Princess
Emily had said to him.
ÒYou donÕt like the movie because Jim dies at the end,Ó Prince
Marcus teased her.
ÒI donÕt want you to die. I want you to be king!Ó she had said to him.
And now there he was, out in their play yard, running amidst the trees,
with his lance, his friend chasing him and trying to knock him down.
ÒSo then after many centuries, during which mankind was ruled by
monarchies, the age of the Great Democracies came,Ó the white-haired
wizard who was standing in front of the palatial window explained. ÒYes,
it was a time when there were no kings, sad to say. Many people thought
that was the end of monarchy forever. But they were wrong. They did not
realize manÕs need for order, for discipline. Democracy comes from a
Greek word which means, literally, rule by the mob. Well, the mob
eventually realized its incapacity, and that is when the new era of the
kings began. First the great king, Peron, and then your grandfather, Emily,
are you listening girl?Ó The white-haired wizard frowned. ÒYou asked me
to leave the curtains open but now you arenÕt paying attention to me. I
must close them.Ó
ÒNo!Ó Emily cried. Her brother looked about to be hit in the back
with a lance. But the wizard did not heed her cry, and he turned and
flicked a switch which dimmed the windows to blackness. When the
windows were completely dark, which only took a moment, he picked up a
chalk stick, with a lighted tip. He turned and wrote on the darkened glass,
ÒAge of Monarchies, IIÓ.
ÒOh, my,Ó Emily groaned, for she could no longer watch over her
brother in the yard. The wizard beckoned to Emily.
ÒCome and write on the board the names of the kings in the Second
Great Age of the Monarchs,Ó he told her. Emily rose from her seat. She
shuffled up to the black board. She took the chalk stick and tediously
began to write out the names:
ÒPeron. Alfandia. Dreck. Pearl.Ó
ÒYes. Very good, Emily Pearl,Ó the wizard said to the nine-year-old.
She turned to him.
ÒYou must always address me as Princess Pearl,Ó she said to him.
ÒOf course. An oversight my highness,Ó the wizard corrected
himself. He cleared his throat. ÒI grew up with your father, and fought
with him when he was a miner, before he regained the throne. Before you
were born.Ó
ÒIs that why my father is so old?Ó Princess Emily asked the wizard.
The old man nodded.
ÒYes, your father had other children, before you and your brother
were born,Ó the wizard told her. ÒBut life was hard in those days. His
family didnÕt survive.Ó
ÒWhat was my sister like?Ó Emily asked, though she had heard the
story many times before, had indeed asked these questions many times
before, but she knew the wizard loved to tell it and she wished to listen
to anything instead of his boring history lesson.
ÒShe was beautiful, as you are, Emily,Ó he said to her. ÒBut the
plague came. The airborne plague. Your father was able to get hold of a
drug that gave him immunity. He gave me some; I got it to my family in
time but he didnÕt reach his before the plague did. And so she died. He
came home to find her swollen in her bed, drowned in her own vomit.Ó
ÒGross,Ó Emily said, and made a face like she had made so many
times before.
ÒYes. She wasnÕt beautiful anymore,Ó the wizard said. ÒAnd that is
when your father resolved to re-impose order. DreckÕs corporations were
ruining everything. The earthÕs temperature was too high, the forests
were dying, the Badlands were even more lawless than they are now. So
together we recruited an army. It was hard at first, we only had a few
followers. But gradually our numbers grew, your fatherÕs message was
heard. Alfandia had his flaws, but he was a better king than Dreck.Ó The
wizard paused. He cleared his throat again. ÒBut you are a clever little
child, arenÕt you?Ó the wizard asked Emily. ÒYou know that your lesson
plan for today isnÕt about the Second Age of the Monarchs. We are to study
the Great Democracies today. Have you done your homework? Are you
ready to write out the major presidents of the United States and Europe?Ó
Emily hung her head.
ÒNo,Ó she confessed. The wizard frowned.
ÒSo all you can write out is the Second Monarchs?Ó he asked. Emily
looked hopefully at the board.
ÒPerhaps I could write one or two presidents,Ó she said.
ÒGood. We have done the easy part, the Second Monarchs. Now do the
presidents,Ó the wizard told her. Emily went to the board again, her chalk
stick in hand.
ÒNaxonis,Ó she wrote.
ÒVery good. The last president of the United States,Ó the wizard
nodded. Emily thought for a moment and wrote,
ÒHopwellian.Ó
ÒYes. The last president of Europe,Ó the wizard said. ÒNow what
other names do you know?Ó Emily hung her head again.
ÒNot too many,Ó she said.
ÒWho was the United StatesÕ greatest president?Ó the wizard asked.
Emily frowned at her feet.
ÒClapton?Ó she asked. The wizard scowled.
ÒThatÕs the name of the janitor!Ó he said.
ÒFerukkan,Ó Emily said with conviction.
ÒThatÕs the fellow who cleans your private swimming pool,Ó the
wizard said.
ÒOh, I donÕt know!Ó Emily gasped. ÒItÕs all so long ago. Who cares
about those tiresome old farts anyway?Ó
ÒEmily, Emily! You arenÕt doing your homework,Ó the wizard
admonished. ÒYouÕve been watching too many movies in the royal theatre.Ó
ÒI like watching the Princess of Perranna,Ó Emily smiled, a faraway
look coming into her eyes.
ÒRubbish,Ó the wizard said. ÒPure tripe. You are a princess, Emily.
You donÕt need to be wasting your time on such nonsense.Ó
And so the day proceeded, in a tedious and long-winded fashion,
Emily forced to learn the presidents of the United States and Europe, the
wizard correcting her spelling as she learned the names. Meanwhile the
banished Duchess and Farallon were at that very moment landing on Triton,
against their will. But little did they know, at that moment, as they were
hustled off the space ship by the kingÕs guards, and surveyed the ruined
landscape, scarred by the mines, that it would serve one day as their base
of operations.
He took her again past the place where they had killed her father. It
was a simple stone block. The blood had been cleaned up off the floor by
the servants but, by the QueenÕs order, the stone was left unwashed.
There Princess Pearl had seen her fatherÕs head cut off the night before.
She had screamed in horror as it had fallen off the end of the block, no
longer connected to his body, and had plopped with a sickening sound into
the hay-lined basket at the blockÕs base, in front of her mother, who was
forced to stand there, watching, waiting for her turn.
Emily had screamed even louder when her mother was put to the
block, her blood soon joining that of her father. Now Farallon made her
gaze at their commingled blood again, then took her to the queen. He was
still a step away from the throne; it had been necessary, in the final
battle, to rally the troops behind the beautiful Kate. She sat in her bed
chamber with an attendant, a female of great beauty like herself. Farallon
brought in Princess Pearl, her hands unbound. There was no need to tie
her, for she was only 13, a young slender girl. Behind came her brother, a
strapping capable lad of 14. He had his hands bound behind him. And his
mouth was gagged, because he had a way with words and the Queen feared
he might say something to the servants to get them to change their
allegiance.
Queen Kate nodded to Farallon.
ÒI will deal with the royal children,Ó she said to the knight, who was
now a grown man of 23, but still a beast, with or without his lance.
ÒWe should kill them right away,Ó he told the Queen. ÒYou see how
they escaped last night, when their parents were killed. Even in the shock
of that moment they were not without resources. As the wizard was put
to the block--Ó
The queen raised her hand.
ÒEnough. I was there. I was as surprised as you when the servants
betrayed us and rebelled.Ó Farallon made a half-hearted attempt to bow
down on one knee.
ÒMy queen. Your rule is newborn. Your tenure is uncertain,Ó he said.
But Queen Kate was still thinking of last night.
ÒI stabbed Grayskull the wizard myself,Ó she said. Her eyes flicked
to Emily. ÒIf it hadnÕt been for him you would be dead by now, with or
without the treachery of my servants.Ó Emily spit on the ground. Her
cheeks were flushed and hot. Her brother, standing beside her now, could
not spit, owing to the gag in his mouth, but he made an attempt to indicate
that he wanted to, peering briefly down at the floor. ÒYou may leave,Ó the
queen said to Farallon.
ÒMadam I will carry out the death sentence myself, with my own
sword,Ó Farallon offered. He began to draw his blade from its sheath.
The queenÕs face grew red.
ÒPut that thing away!Ó she told the man. ÒYour work is finished here.
Attend to your other duties. Emily and her brother are my cousins. You are
not of our blood.Ó Farallon realized that his time, at least for this hour,
was up. He nodded briefly. He made no attempt to bow. He turned on his
heel and left the queenÕs bedchamber, which had been a guest chamber
until yesterday, but was now the royal resting place of the new monarch.
When he had passed through the door leading out of the bedroom, taking the
servants with him, the door closing behind him, the queen turned her
attention to the two royal children standing in her presence.
ÒHello, Emily,Ó Kate addressed the young girl. Emily wished to spit
on the ground again but her legs trembled with fear and her throat was
dry. Kate smiled, a wicked gleam in her eye. ÒEven before I was banished
I had a certain reputation in your fatherÕs court,Ó Kate told the girl. ÒAnd
now that I am queen I intend to continue it. I have reconsidered my
decision that I made last night, concerning you and your brother.Ó Her
eyes glanced at the young man standing beside Emily. ÒYou are both quite
attractive,Ó she said. ÒThe executionerÕs blade would be too good for you.
Too swift, to easy. You were waiting for your turn on the block. But it
was your decision to get my servants to rebel, and to escape. So now I
have decided upon a different course for you. Yes,Ó she said, her eyes
glinting, a smile spreading across her lips, glancing briefly at the woman
sitting beside her, who was without any covering upon her lovely white
breasts. ÒI am going to use you both, sexually,Ó she told the royal brother
and sister. ÒI want to see you degraded, humiliated, before I kill you. In
fact I am going to challenge you both with what IÕm going to order up for
you. Who knows? You may manage another rebellion. I want to see the
hope in your eyes, as you try to survive, dreaming of escape. And
meanwhile IÕm going to enjoy what you both have to offer me, physically.Ó
She turned to the woman sitting on the edge of the bed, beside her. ÒGet
up and undo the young manÕs pants,Ó she told her companion. ÒThis is the
first rule you must learn,Ó she said, addressing herself again to Emily and
Marcus. ÒYou must expose your most vulnerable parts to me at all times.
Marcus, that means your cock, and your balls.Ó Letting her eyes move to
Emily, she added, ÒFor you my dear that means your breasts. Always they
will be naked in my presence, your sweet fine young nipples rising to
attention for me, upon which I may hang clips or subject to whatever
other abuse I desire.Ó The queenÕs companion, who was named Savannah,
undid MarcusÕ trousers. She pulled them down his legs, baring his thighs.
Then she attacked his underpants. ÒDo not expect to feel any pleasure, no
matter how naked I require you to be,Ó the queen told the young man. To
his horror his penis stood up proud and erect, when his underpants were
pulled down. Despite the fact that this woman had killed his father and
mother the night before, in front of his very eyes, his cock now stood
forth pulsing with excitement. SavannahÕs naked breasts brushed his cock.
She rose up, gently petting his rod with her hand when she was upright
again. Marcus, behind his gag, gasped. Emily looked at her brother, as
shocked and dismayed as he was that he would be so stiff and hard in front
of these treacherous women. Wiggling her hips seductively, Savannah
returned to the bed and sat again beside her queen. Kate looked at Emily.
ÒNow it is your turn, young lady,Ó Kate said to Emily. She picked up
a sheath lying beneath the folds of her dress. It was a knife sheath. She
drew out the blade. ÒDonÕt make me cut off your brotherÕs cock when IÕve
not even enjoyed it yet. Take off your blouse and your dress, girl, and then
your bra. I want to see your naked titties. Show me how they have grown
since you were nine and I was caught with Marcus outside your door.Ó
To her shock and humiliation, Emily obeyed. She undid her clothes,
the queen and her companion watching her with interest as she exposed
her body to them. It was a lovely figure; she had stood in the mirror
admiring her newly grown form on the nights when she was still a
princess and her father the king, in her bedroom, in front of her royal
mirror. Now she took off her clothes, her fingers trembling, and showed
herself to these interlopers who had taken her fatherÕs place. Her breasts
sprang from her bra cups when she reached back and undid the clasp. She
lowered the brassiere, watching as her young nipples stood up with
frightful excitement at their newfound nudity. When she was reduced to
panties, shivering beside her brother whose pants ringed his knees, the
queen smiled.
ÒVery good. You have at least some modicum of obedience in you,Ó
she said. ÒNow we will see what other talents you possess. Kneel down
on the floor. Put your mouth to your brotherÕs cock.Ó Emily blanched. But
Kate brandished her knife. ÒDo as I say,Ó she ordered. ÒOr it will be your
brotherÕs cock you see placed on the block, with your fat young titties
following.Ó
Emily got down on her knees. The carpet was soft under her. She
felt her loose hair shiver against the sides of her face as she leaned
forward, brushing her lips against her brotherÕs cock. She kissed the head
of him, right on his pee hole. To her surprise a droplet of precum oozed
forth from his dick. She licked it off, so the queen would not see it. He
tasted salty. He groaned in his gag at the touch of her tongue on his flesh.
ÒMilk him,Ó the queen ordered Emily. But then another idea struck
her. ÒNo,Ó she said. ÒMarcus, I want you to pee in your sisterÕs face!Ó
It took the knife blade pressing against the root of his cock for
Marcus to obey. With the queen standing on one side of him, Savannah on
his other side holding his balls, pinching them with her sharp fingernails,
he peed on the once-future queen. He pissed his royal urine in her face,
and she let him, kneeling abjectly there before him, screaming as he did it
to her but not stopping him, for the knife was right up against his cock.
When he was finished she was required to put her drenched lips to him and
suck him. His excitement grew until suddenly he spurted. She took this
second emission, this one of his salty sperm, between her lips, sucking
him that he might not embarrass himself by spilling his seed on the floor.
It was difficult for her. She was a virgin and had never had a manÕs thing
in her mouth before. She swallowed diligently as the queen laughed at her.
Some of her brother escaped her lips despite her best efforts. His seed
ran down over her chin and down her neck, droplets of him staining her
naked breasts. When it was over she was allowed to stand.
ÒTake off your panties,Ó the queen said to Emily. ÒI want to see the
bottom Marcus was staring at when the maid found him at the door.Ó
Quietly Emily reached back to the cheeks of her ass. She pulled down the
seat of her panties. ÒNo, take them completely off,Ó the queen said. Emily
drew her hands down her thighs, taking the panties with her. Down past
her knees they went as the queen gazed at her bared ass. It was a taut
young behind, the flesh white and shivering slightly under the queenÕs
gaze. Emily stepped out of her panties. ÒGive them to me,Ó the queen
ordered. Emily handed them over. She was completely naked now, her
brotherÕs piss staining her face, his sperm decorating her breasts and
throat and cheeks. Kate let her gaze fall upon the girlÕs breasts, Marcus
getting a view of his sisterÕs bottom as she turned over her panties.
ÒOpen your mouth,Ó the queen said to Emily. Seeing the knife in the
queenÕs hand, the young girl obeyed. The queen stuffed EmilyÕs panties
into her mouth. But she did it with a certain gentleness, the princess
noted, as if there was some hidden admiration that the queen felt for her.
ÒClose your lips,Ó the queen said. Emily obeyed. Her panties made her
cheeks bulge. Her eyes were wide from the feeling of the cotton jammed
into her mouth. The queen let her eyes fall to EmilyÕs plump young
breasts, wobbling helplessly on her chest, her hands down below her waist
in an attempt to cover her pussy. ÒNo. Take your hands away,Ó the queen
instructed Emily. The girl obeyed, putting her hands back behind herself
onto her bottom, to her brotherÕs relief, for the sight of her naked ass was
making his penis rise again. ÒWe will go downstairs,Ó the queen said to
Emily. ÒYou were not aware of it, IÕm sure, but your father shared some of
my interests. My servants found a dungeon that he and your mother must
have used to amuse themselves. Now I will entertain myself with it,
enjoying the services of you and your brother. Let us see what games we
can play together.Ó
Much to her chagrin, Emily was forced to go downstairs to the place
where the new interloper queen claimed her father used to play with her
mother. The servants saw her as she went down, saw the tears running
silently down her pee stained face, whistled at her naked young body and
that of her brother, still gagged and with his hands tied, his cock sticking
out in front of him as if to lead the way. The servants gazed upon EmilyÕs
cheeks full of her panties, looked at her staring, shamed eyes. When she
reached the relative safety of the dungeon she sighed behind the cotton
that was mashing her tongue. It was good to be in the semi-darkness of
the dungeon, at least until Kate turned on the lights.
Emily screamed in her gag as she saw the things around her in the
room. There was a cage, where she might be kept like an animal, forced to
kneel behind its bars. There was a horse-like structure, but without a
head and tail, with a seat so narrow it would surely invade EmilyÕs cunt
lips, like sitting on a ledge, but with the sides of the thing angling
outward to support the weight of her legs. There were cocks galore, as if
a hundred men had visited the block upstairs, leaving only their
appendages behind, arrayed in stiff rows on shelves along the dungeon
walls. There were hanging chains, from which Emily might be forced to
dangle, just her toes touching the floor. There were whips and canes,
lying on the floor next to the wall, some of them hung up on pegs like
prized possessions.
30 excerpts below
Duchess Kate 13/17
Farallon 19/23
Princess Emily 9/13
Brother Marcus 10/14
Fat middle-aged maid
Wizened wizard teacher Grayskull
chalk stick
Savannah, queenÕs companion
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