A European Queen

Author's Note:

The following story and the universe it occurs in overall only exist in the mind and imagination of the author and the whole story has a dark vein of strong, controlling women, psychologically compelling scenes, BDSM violence, and non-consequential sex, that may be unsuitable for sensitive audiences.

I ask that you please read no further if you are triggered by these topics as described or find them unappealing. All scenes depicted are entirely fictional and penned for mature audiences for entertainment with dark erotic tension in mind.

++++++ Reader discretion is advised. ++++++

Applicable Tags: Dubious-consent, Coercion, Reluctance, Age Gap, Older/Younger, Virginal Romance, Female Sub, Oral Sex, Mild Violence, Novel/Novella length.

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PROLOGUE

An Introduction to Who is Corrine Myers?

Who is Corrine Myers, I hear you ask. She is a fictional character who lives in the mind of the author and is made up of several people I have met, know, and or befriended.

She is a lesbian, she's out, proud but not one who flaunts it. She has only two tattoos. One on the inside of her left wrist. A simple rainbow runs through two female symbols. The other on her right bicep has twin red hearts overlapping with the letter M in black.

She is young, under thirty, feisty, battled hardened, semi-wealthy, and a woman of low morals. She does have them, just not many of them. But that doesn't mean she isn't picky, she sets the bar high where her heart is concerned. Two broken hearts by her nineteenth birthday have left her disillusioned where love is concerned.

She stands 5'8" tall, 24 A so is small in the chest, but fit, very fit. She has a 6th-degree Black Belt in Karate and a 6th-degree Black Belt in Taekwondo. Highly intelligent, and speaks three languages, but she doesn't let it be known. She speaks the dead language fluently and seeks out a specific Cardinal to practice with.

She has the appearance of a much younger person than her actual age, and from a distance, you will have to look twice to be certain if you see a man or a woman, that androgynous look was popular around the turn of the century, but she never grew out it. Very pretty, on the verge of being downright gorgeous, sassy, quick-witted, and calls a spade a fucking shovel then picks it up and hits you with it. Here is a hint, 'Don't piss her off'.

She is a self-employed Private Detective, initially, abandoning the idea of entering and completing a university course when she met a high-ranking policewoman and becoming intimately involved with her, she trained as a police officer doing undercover work. Her idea of working undercover was frowned upon when she was caught 'working under the covers'. She was asked to leave, it seems sleeping with your partner's wife while you are meant to be watching his back, is frowned upon.

If her escapades on the high seas ever got out, she would be a heroine, but they won't. It's 'Classified Information', but now she has friends in high places associated with the Australian spy agency called ASIO.

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This chapter begins after her 18th birthday.

Chapter One.

T.A.F.E. more to learn.

Community College was a great time. To paint the Gillies Plains TAFE as a hotbed of lesbian vice and debauchery is painting it as something it isn't. There was a large and active LGBTQ+ community but nothing was ever in your face, if you know what I mean. As an eighteen-year-old her youthful beauty only developed and she was soon turning into a gorgeous young woman. She kept her hair short to suit her Karate and Taekwondo pursuits. Her chest didn't develop into anything more than what they were. Small and perky and oh so sensitive. It is fair to say that Corrine was as popular as ever. There was never a weekend that she wasn't invited by someone to go to a party of some sort. Her love life was, freewheeling, going nowhere, no one seemed to reach the high bar she set. Her sex life on the other hand was full on. She was happy, satisfied, and fully contented with where she was at. There was one little achievement she wanted to explore. She couldn't explain it to herself. Ever since she discovered her sexuality she had admired older women. No one in particular, just in general.

Corrine wasn't naïve any longer, from the time she spent with the twins, and then the first six months at TAFE, she had become quite proficient in the art of making love to other girls around her age. None had ever complained and everyone came back for more.

She was cocky, and somewhat expectant when she took a girl out. She spent most of her free or spare time on campus in their self-proclaimed 'Gay Bar' so the vast majority of the girls there were either gay, bi, or experimenting. All suited Corrine as she 'bragged' about bedding anyone she wanted to. And she did. So expectant was she of fucking whomever she so desired, that her friends set up a special corner in the bar and a special seat in the corner. If you wanted to get laid, you went and sat in the seat. Even if Corrine wasn't there and you sat in the seat, word would make its way back to her and she would seek you out. She was a bit of a braggart and even on occasions coerced some younger girls who were a little unsure of themselves. They were taken into a bathroom cubicle and she would make them disrobe and once they were naked she introduced them to the pleasures of Sapphic love. She was building a very undesirable reputation. But Corrine Myers was more into her own satisfaction than playing by what she considered others' rules.

Her desire to seek more experienced lovers had fallen flat. Nearly all of the female lecturers had resisted her flirtatious advances. She got reprimanded at one time when she casually laid a hand on Mrs. Kelly's backside. It was widely known that Mrs. Kelly, a widow, was living with a much younger woman. Corrine with her youthful beauty and a misguided sense of bravado thought 'Why not'. She wasn't prepared for the rebuke and the formal reprimand. She sulked for a few days until her friends took her to the bar, plied her with drink, and set her up with a rather somewhat over-exuberant younger woman. It was suggested that the multiple videos and photos everyone took of them cavorting in the ladies' conveniences, only added to her reputation.

She decided to do some extra study to build up the required points to get into a University course. One of her lecturers, a raven-headed forty-year-old Madeleine Osborne, suggested she apply herself to the areas she already excelled in. Maths, English, and Sciences. She could tutor her, she had in the past had small groups out of hours at her home, and she was welcome to join in. It seemed Corrine's one last goal was going to be met.

She knew spending time alone with Ms. Osborne, a well-known and accepted 'out' Lesbian, would give her ample opportunity to explore her desires to bed the experienced older woman. Or so she thought. And since her wild night out at the campus gay bar, there was no longer any way she could pretend that she wasn't also a practicing lesbian.

What could possibly go wrong?

It seems Madeleine Osborne had more principles than young Corrine imagined. At least when tutoring students were involved. Corrine made the arrangements for two hours each Wednesday evening, she would go to the home of Madeleine and be tutored in English, Maths, and the Sciences. She knew that to be overtly flirtatious on day one would be met with a firm dismissal. Her thought was to get to know the tutor, her likes and dislikes at a personal level, and then to use her charm and good looks to worm her way into her life and get invited into her bed. She would get the required points to enter the University of her choice plus hopefully satisfy an itch that had been gnawing at her from a much younger age.

Corrine was a quick learner, she picked up her extra points in those subjects within three months. All the time she had tried her best to either seduce Madeleine, to befriend her with the ultimate goal of bedding her. But Madeline had made it clear from the outset, that she wasn't interested in any young student. She should concentrate on her studies and look towards a future career.

One evening when Madeleine Osborne had decided that she could no longer take the young woman's money for tutoring her, she announced that their time had concluded. She was as proficient in those subjects as she could be, if she were to take any entrance exam for a scholarship at any University, she would do well. Corrine had by this time accepted the fact that her youthful good looks and charm, her eloquent manners, and her flirtatious attitude weren't going to be enough to get this raven-headed lush of a woman into bed. When she finally realised that she was crestfallen but not defeated. She put her desires on the back burner.

On that last evening of studying, Madeleine dropped a bombshell on her. "Ms. Myers, you have made it painfully obvious that you are driven as much by your pussy as your brain. You have to draw a line for your desires to appreciate what is enough and what is too far. If you are not careful your youthful wit and charm and that gorgeous body will lead you astray,"

Corrine looked at her across the study table. She was watching her lips move, not hearing what she was being told. The intensity that she had built up in her mind was controlling her thoughts. Over the past three months, they had spent a total of 24 hours in each other's company alone and nothing had happened, other than she picked up the necessary study points to sit any University's entrance exam.

"Corrine, are you listening to me?" She was asked.

She smiled and said, "Yes Ms. Osborne, but your lips are so attractive and inviting,"

"You are incorrigible, honestly. I am not going to fuck you or let you fuck me. Is that understood?"

And suddenly with those harsh words, Corrine snapped out of her 'daydream'.

"I would have thought you have enough girlfriends to keep you satisfied. Don't tell me the girls have given you a test, to see how long it would take you to get me into bed. Is that it?" She was asked.

"NO! Nothing like that. I wouldn't do such a thing. That sounds like something the boys would arrange and bet on,"

Madeleine sat there looking at her, thinking. She wet her lips, not to tease but her lips needed to be wet. "I tell you what, this Friday night a friend of mine is hosting a dinner party," But before she could finish the sentence Corrine butted in.

"I'd love to go with you," She said with a self-assured smile, thinking she had got one step closer.

Madeleine smiled and shook her head. "No, I'm not inviting you. She was looking for some help as she needed a waitress or two. Are you still interested?"

Corrine looked at her and wondered what was on her mind. "What exactly would it entail?"

"Very simple my girl, you do understand the concept of being a waitress?" Madeleine looked into her eyes, not blinking, a cold hard stare. Gone was the warm understanding tutor and now she was a strong firm 43-year-old Domme.

Corrine looked back at her not quite understanding where Madeleine Osborne had gone and who was this strange woman in her place. "Yes," She said with attitude.

"It is good you have a little bit of spirit, let me see if she still needs any waitresses," She picked up her phone from the table and dialled a number. When it was answered she put the phone on speaker and laid it back onto the table.

"Peggy sweetheart, I am here with one of my students, a sassy young thing named Corrine. Just wondering, do you still need an extra pair of hands this Friday evening?"

"Hi, Maddie darling. I think we are covered for Friday, but tell me about her, this student of yours,"

"She is extremely intelligent, a bit of a flirt and she has a smart mouth on her. Remember that video I showed you a few months back, well that's her. Very cute, and she has this boyish look about her. She has a bit of a reputation at the college that the girls can't say no to her," Madeleine explained.

"Is that right, a sassy little bitch then? And yes, I do remember. Does she understand what would be expected of her?" She asked.

"I haven't gone into details, other than she will be a waitress,"

"What are your thoughts, Maddie?" Peggy asked her friend.

"This minx of a girl has been bending over backwards to get me into bed for the last three months, I think she needs a good spanking in front of a group of appreciative women, who knows someone might want to take her in hand and train her," Madeleine Osborne told her friend. All the while looking fiercely into Corrine's eyes. Looking for a sign of fear or at least apprehension. All she saw was a smirk and a willingness to explore.

Peggy continued. "If that hasn't put her off then yes she can serve us on Friday night,"

"I will bring her along a little early, say 6.30 at your place. Then if she doesn't meet your approval or changes her mind we won't be late for the dinner,"

"Good idea, I will see you both on Friday," She replied and promptly hung up.