The queens pregnancy was going as well as could be expected. The king doted on her "baby belly", the name she called her new tummy shape. He was amazed at the glow that appeared to shine from her as she grew closer to becoming a mommy. He accompanied her at every checkup the doctor performed. Figuratively and emotionally he walked with her through every change that her body and mind experienced.
The queens wisdom in befriending the hand maids mother amazed and comforted the king. He understood early in the pregnancy why she did need a kindred spirit other than himself.
Their room behind the tapestry had not been used in over three months. The last time they had lost themselves in one another by playing in their room, she was three months pregnant. He would visit the room and make adjustments or improvements when the queen was visiting with her friend or busy with other tasks.
"One more month." He said to himself quietly. "In one more month she will be with child for eight months and I will bring her back into our sanctuary of passion."
At the beginning of her eighth month of pregnancy, the queen had temporarily ceased all of her civic and royal duties. Let it be noted that it was not by her choice. The king, had made a decree that all of the queens duties have been suspended until further notice.
Upon hearing the proclamation, the queen turned and looked at the king in shock and disbelief. He could see the fire ignite in her eyes and seething temperament being stoked deep within. Her eyebrows raised and her lips pursed, her hands clenched and her back straightened. He knew she would wait until they were back into their bed chambers then unleash the pent up fury.
She pulled away from him numerous times as they walked along the corridors that led to their rooms. Completely ignoring the king, she had a conversation with her hand maid and the hand maids mother. Every attempt to hold her hand was denied with the queen folding her hands into themselves or pulling her hand away whenever the king reached to her.
After their bed chamber door was closed and locked, the king walked towards the queen as she approached her vanity.
"My queen." He said as he walked up behind her with his arms spread for an embrace.
She turned from him and pulled away from his hand that he had rested on her shoulder.
"I have prepared our room behind the tapestry, my love. Come with me."
His words fell on deaf ears. It was as if he were dead to her. She had no use for him. Her anger was a tumultuous storm that was thrashing and rending her emotions into a frenzy.
She was ready to release the deluge of anger, the raging fury that was bound inside like a volcano that had to erupt because it did not receive the sacrifice it required. The molten lava of her words would burn him to his core. Why did he think he could decide what she can and cannot do? Who does he think he is making a proclamation like that without consulting her. She knew pulling away from him would hurt him. She knew ignoring him caused him sadness. He deserved that treatment because she can take care of herself and he had no right to even think of restricting her duties.
She drew in a deep breath as she spun around to emit the heated oration. Her words did not pass her lips as his hand clenched her throat and she was forced against the wall.
Her eyes widened and her nostrils flared. She attempted to push him away but the surprise of his movement and his strength was too much. However, that did not stop her from trying to free herself. In her feeble attempt to escape she thought, this is what the prey of a python feels. Each movement she made caused him to strengthen his clench on her.
He was not crushing her throat, but he was holding her, controlling her body with one hand. His fingers would tighten along muscles of her neck. His thumb would press a little deeper in the soft area below her jaw. A slight lift of his hand would raise her chin. He had total control of her body. Her arms and legs were useless in pushing him away or allowing her to free herself from his grip. He had positioned himself out of her reach, no matter how much she flailed her arms or legs.
With his free hand he unlocked the room behind the tapestry then opened the door.
After replacing his key, he reached around her and held the back of her head. The knuckle of his first finger rested under her occipital bone and he lifted slightly. Pulling her away from the wall and then turning her towards the room was an easy task. Once a person gains control of the head of another, they have control over their body.
He walked her past the threshold of the door, leaned her back and rested her head so they were cheek to cheek. His one hand still on her throat and the other closing the door.
As he held her in that position, she noticed his breathing was deep. Slow. She noticed that he was not shaking or felt any tics of his muscles as he held her. He was in total control.
She felt a surge of fear marry itself along side of her feelings of anger. Had she underestimated the strength and resolve he possessed? She felt adrenaline surge within her causing the baby to begin a series of somersaults and flips. Her undergarments were cool next to her skin due to her wetness. This revelation surprised her. She was aroused by this entire situation.
She was still furious at the king. If she could get away from him and leave the room, she would. He does not deserve any pleasure from her after the way he declared her incapable of serving.
His hand returned to the back of her head and he lead her to the chair with the suspension rack. She felt a thin line of her juices etch their way down each leg.
Her head was positioned once again next to his cheek as he removed the cloth that covered the table next to the chair. She attempted to turn her head to see what he exposed then realized how futile it would be to try any type of head movement.
"Open your mouth." He said.
She formed a slight smirk on her face when she saw the ball gag he held in front of her. She smiled because she knew he was going to be disappointed. Her mouth was going to remain closed and he would be denied once again.
"Open your mouth." He said once again. No growl in his voice. No urgency or forcefulness. Yet, it was still a demand that had a depth of authority within. A chasm of command that almost forced her to open her mouth as wide as she could then apologize for not begin able to open any wider.
However, he deserved her indifference. He deserved to be ignored. He said things that hurt her and he does not get her love or devotion.
She was gaining strength in her resolve to punish him.
Then he moved his hand from her throat and clamped her nose shut.
Her first instinct was to open her mouth and gasp for air. He had waited for her to exhale before he sealed her ability to breath.
Determined to give him no pleasure, she parted her lips on the corner of her mouth to breath. As her lips parted, his hand covered her mouth too.
She felt herself begin to panic slightly. Not because of the lack of oxygen. She knew her blood had plenty of oxygen to circulate. He was going to win, he was going to force her to open her mouth. The root of her panic was because he had total control.
She resolved that she was going to allow herself to pass out. Therefore, it would take pleasure away from him and he would then have to take care of her instead of pleasing himself with her body.
"Open your mouth."
She clenched her teeth together in defiance and folded her arms. She was going to prove to him that she was strong.
The king knew all he had to do was wait. The mind is strong, but the body is weak.
