Author's Note: It is recommended to read the previous chapters of this story, to better understand the storyline and characters. It starts slow, but gets going pretty quickly. The tension between the players works the best if you know the characters and their progressions well. Here is a quick remainder of the story so far.
To recapitulate..
Elanor of Wolkernshire, the Great Chaste Queen, is having a hard time keeping a level head, navigating the daily politics and policies of her court, while mourning from the unexpected demise of her true love, King Barthomius. Wanting to relieve the chaos in her mind, with all conventinal aids failing, the Queen seeks help from a promising horse trainer, Bellatrix of Agrafena. Her rationale being, unorthodox problems demand unconventional solutions. Bellatrix correctly identifies that key to the solution, but it involves manipulating the Queen's bodily cravings, primarily the sexual kind. The only problem being, the Queen's unswerving determination in preserving her chastity.!
Bellatrix took up the challenge, to treat the 'condition' in secrecy, without violating the Queen's chastity, nor risking any exposure that would compromise her Queenship. To avoid suspicion, Lady Agrafena was given the official title of 'Head of Households', a powerful position in its own right. After a few trial and errors, Bella realized the best way was to observe the Queen's immediate responses to deeply sexual scenarios, which she termed 'tasks'. Though soon it became obvious, the trust they put in each other played as key a role, as the complexities of the tasks..
Like any relationship, ironing out the kinks can be tedious, yet the Queen manages to struggle through the tasks set by her new employee, and now Mistress, Lady Agrafena. But the sheer sexual nature of the tasks waking up her inner dormant giant of carnality, an untameable beast of true deviancy, was something that the Queen never expected. After observing the Queen engrossed in her last task, not just dancing as the Retirement-party entertainment, but all the other obscene services she willingly provided late into the night, Bella was more confused. What exactly was she aiding to accomplish? What was to be the required escalation, for what had become a weekly meditation in depravity? And where would it be, a healthy limit, for such obscene indulgences.?
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The Desert Rose
Wait.. Where was I..?
It's hard to explain even, her current predicament. Nothing pleasant about the way she kneeled, against the damp wooden floorboards, soaked in sweat and god-knows-what. Elanor was still collecting her breath, her performance in 'The Desert Rose' ended just a few minutes ago. No amount of water she drank seemed sufficient to quench the thirst. Even with that bladder about to burst, her heart craved for more. Anything to cool the beating muscle. And the subtle claustrophobia didn't help either. Where was she? Elanor was now in a closed room next to the stage, which practically shared one of it's walls with the backstage. The sweet voice of the blind singer, whose song she danced to moments earlier, could still be heard clearly.
It felt odd. Unlike the freedom on-stage, to her, the stuffiness of this cabin felt much more comforting. Be it the closeness of the wooden walls, dingier than a bathroom stall. Or the strange wooden paneled wall a few inches upfront, seemingly made of a bunch of small sliding windows. Or the way she had to sit there on her knees, both wrists cuffed from behind and attached to an iron hook on the floor, situated right between her feet. Making it impossible for her to get to a more comfortable posture. But no, she didn't want a more comfortable posture. She felt perfectly at home with this one, the reasons of which she feared to even dwell upon.
What seemed to be discomforting was ironically the fact that she was dressed in one of her favorite gowns, with a tight neck-line, long pink pleated sleeves and violet roses embroidered all over, with a daringly open back. One from her early Princess days, one she kept for sentimental reasons. One which she could barely slip into. It wasn't easy to get dressed into it backstage so swiftly, right after her debut performance in front of a completely strange crowd. Thankfully, her Mistress seemed more than eager to help. To ease her fears of ruining the dress, Bellatrix had kindly let her wear a made-up Barber cape. A long white shawl, with its one end tied around her neck, and the other attached to hooks at either sides of the wooden wall upfront.
The Queen startled as she felt a shadow move on the other side of the wall.
Relax
... She told herself.
'You've been practicing for this the whole week...'
She heard the door shut on the other side, and she could see his contours through the gaps in the wooden panels, though not clearly.
Creeeak..!!
A wooden panel slid to the side, opening a hole right at her face level. It was barely a window, small enough to put just a fist through. And she saw the silhouette bend down, his eyes eager and curious, peeping through the hole. Elanor instinctively shut her eyes, as she wasn't masked as usual, hoping her blindness would magically blind him as well. Of course, there was no need for her to worry. In that small cabin, Bella had made sure that her Queen was lit from behind, so in case someone peeked, all they could see, at most, was her silhouette. Calming her nerves, she heard him say.
"Wow! It's really you... I'd recognize you anywhere. Even in the dark, Demura..! Shall we.?"
The voice sounded distinctly confident, and the noise from the bar made it difficult to identify. But soon that wouldn't be an issue. As the stranger got back up, and unbuckled his pants, the air from the other room rushed in. Elanor took a lungful, with her eyes closed, her nostrils wafting in his musk. And in the dark of her imagination, colors started popping up. Bright red spots, like that of an imperial uniform. Bluish green circles, like a guarding spear. Glimpses of a reddish graying facial stubble. A pair of thick dark brown eyebrows. And finally, a face..! A very, very familiar face, that she recognized solely from his smell.
His natural musk.
God..! Is this how dogs see the world?! What am I turning into..??
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One week earlier.
Bellatrix walked swiftly along the corridors of the Castle, as the servants stopped their chores to greet her. She greeted them back with a practiced smile, though she had no doubt theirs were genuine. After all last night's party, the first Retirement Party with her as the Head of Households was such a success after all. Especially the aging men in the managerial staff seemed to have a newfound respect for her, dreaming of the surprises she'd surely spring upon them for their retirements. Bella maintained a normal appearance and greeted them back properly, but she was too pre-occupied to enjoy the little victory and appraisal she clearly deserved. She had to get to the Queen's chamber, she had to witness the Queen's initial reactions, she had to assess it herself. After all, there were plenty of surprises last night, and not just for the Queen.
Bella got into the private chamber allotted to the Head of Households, and locked the door from within. She walked past her cabinet and pulled a hidden lever, opening the secret pathways, her new official route these days. She took a sack lying next to her table, the one she had left there last night, and went into the secret corridor. Bella had purposefully avoided visiting the Queen in the guest quarters, as she had told Tabitha the previous night.
She wanted to make sure that the Queen remembered the emergency protocols they had established with the new contract. In case of any deviation from the plan, any unforeseen surprises, or any doubts even, the Queen was to use the nearest secret door and head back to her chambers. That was the other reason for Bella's morning visit. She needed to make sure the Queen was safely back in her chamber, and not in some guest quarters sleeping senseless, only to be discovered by some common housemaid later on.
It felt like a bag of bricks had been lifted from her shoulders as soon as she entered the Queen's chamber. Elanor the Chaste, the Great Queen of Wolkenshire, was surely in there, sleeping sound in her royal bed. Bella dropped her sack by the mantelpiece and crumbled into a chair, realizing the gravity of her situation. Right before her was the true reigning monarch of her home, the Kingdom of Wolkenshire. The most powerful of all the six Kingdoms, making her the most powerful person across all known land. And on the other hand, Bellatrix was a mere commoner, an orphan who excelled so well only by the grace of her dear Father Benedictus, and here to do a very specific job, given to her by Queen Elanor. The Queen, who had entrusted Bella with not only her health and well-being, but the shame even. And by extension the honor of the entire Wolkenshire.
She could see the morning rays piercing into the room through the window, ready to hit the face of Her Highness any moment now. Bellatrix couldn't help but admire the pure feminine beauty that was lying upon the bed before. Her restful eyes shifting side to side underneath the lids. A behavior she'd witnessed countless times on sleeping mares. The way Queen smiled, she had no doubt, that she was having a sweet little dream.
But it wasn't just the smile. Her skin seemed to have a certain glow. Almost as if it was coated with a thin layer of sweat, which seemed unlikely in such a cold morning. As her eyes swept down the sleeping body, Bella realized it wasn't just the face, but her whole body, that seemed to glow. Especially around the curves, with some sort of white patches spread across.
Wait, that doesn't seem to be.. Is her Majesty still wearing that dirty stola from last night.? Didn't even bother to wipe oneself clean after, all that mess from last night.? Her Highness simply got to her bed and slept..?! Wait a minute, that pristine glow of hers... Is that dried semen on her? Or worse, Volgen's juices?!
Suddenly, a series of images flashed within her mind. Things that almost shocked her, from the very last night. Of her beloved Queen on that shaky balcony, kneeling in front of a mere sewer cleaner.! His stream of piss jetting out, an inch away from her face, droplets splashing on to her lips. And to her utter bafflement, the Queen's face blushing red, about to smile like right now, her tongue licking off the drops from her lips. What had possessed her to act so vile, on her own volition? After all, she was their Queen.
