Queen Elizabeth I of England was famous for never marrying. Historians have provided many theories for this spinsterhood, everything from psychological trauma to a conspiracy involving a cross-dressing male replacement. I have decided to use this mystery as a stimulus for erotic fiction. That being said, this is indeed a work of fiction and, while names of real people and places are used, this should not be taken as fact or as a distortion of fact; the entirety of the following piece of work is fiction. So, without further ado, let us launch straight into 'The Secret of Elizabeth I'.
Dawn was breaking. I looked out the window to see the sun slowly rising up over the horizon as the cockerel crowed. Today was the day that my life would change forever.
I hadn't been able to sleep the night before as I was too scared of what tomorrow, today, would bring. I washed myself and pulled on my finest dress, as per the instructions I was given. I looked down and saw a grand carriage pulled by six white horses heading quickly towards the house. I rushed downstairs, lest I lose the chance to say goodbye to my mother and father for the last time.
When I arrived in the drawing room, I saw my father holding my weeping mother in his arms; from the redness in his eyes I could tell that he had been crying as well. And so he should as this whole wretched affair was his fault. As courtier to the queen, he had a duty to behave in a way befitting his position. But he had betrayed the trust of his mistress. Her majesty was very proud of her cleanliness and as such bathed very often. My father had the audacity to gaze upon her while she was bathing by means of a secret peephole. He denies it even to this day, but it matters not. The damage has been done and I am the one made to suffer for his crimes.
Steeling myself, I bit back the desperation to cry and with a warble in my throat, I bid farewell to my mother who held me close in a tightening grip. She refused to let go and it took my father to force the two of us apart. As he led me through the door and out towards the carriage, he seemed as if he was straining to say something.
After the carriage was opened for me and I was helped in, I noticed him whisper a silent "I'm sorry." before the doors were slammed shut behind me.
The carriage lurched forward as the coachman set the horses off. Looking out the window I saw my father waving and my mother peering out of the drawing room window. Our Surrey country house grew smaller in the distance as we made our way to the Queen's beloved Richmond Palace.
Within the carriage was a large mirror which allowed me to note my appearance. Many had considered me a great beauty with my porcelain skin and wispy blonde hair. My father used to call me his 'Little Doll', although, as I grew older that name became less and less accurate. As I matured, my breasts became larger and my hips became wider, combined with my narrow waist, this granted me a sensual hourglass figure. My heaving bosom and round posterior bestowed me with many gentleman suitors and I was looking forward to my father's choice in husband. Alas, this would now prove to be nothing more than fantasy. I had learnt at the young age of 19 that I shall have no husband until the day I died.
This depressing thought, and the fear of what was to come, played over and over in my mind for the whole trip, until the carriage again lurched with a sudden stop. Peering out the window I saw the magnificent towers and parapets of Richmond Palace. The carriage doors were once again opened for me and the coachman helped me down onto the gravel drive where I saw a stern looking woman apparently waiting to receive me.
She introduced herself as Mistress Adeline and with a vice grip she pulled me across the grounds and round behind the palace. Before me lay a long line of small cottages just on the edge of a wooded forest. Mistress Adeline dragged me along to one of the cottages which she unlocked with three separate keys. It seems that these cottages were built with the utmost security in mind; from the outside I could see at least 3 windows which were high off the ground and barred. The cottages themselves were made of solid stone and the door was made of a sturdy wood, possibly oak, with three solid locks and what looked like a thick brass, letterbox a few inches off the ground.
The door swung open and Miss Adeline pushed me inside. As my eyes became accustomed to the gloom, I noticed that the cottage had two small rooms, the one I was in and what appeared to be a small bathroom with a chamber pot and a large bath. I heard a loud thud behind me and I turned to see that the heavy oak door had been slammed shut. Before I knew what had happened, I heard the heavy clangs of each bolt being slid shut and the loud click of each lock falling into place. I began screaming loudly and hammering on the door but it seemed that either nobody could hear me, or nobody that could hear me cared.
As it seemed that escape was impossible, I resigned myself to looking around my new prison. It seemed to have been designed with functionality rather than luxury in mind and the little furniture there was seemed very spartan in nature. There was a wooden double bed pushed up against the wall with a single end table which held an unlit candle. against the wall opposite was a small stool and a table. There was no other furniture present. The little light that was available came from the 3 windows which were several feet above me, even if I was to stand on the table they would still be far out of my reach. Aside from the three windows were three caged wall sconces which were also unlit. The stone floor was hard, cold and dusty. The stone walls were bare and empty, bar two sets of heavy chains just above the bed. The entire effect was incredibly frightening and I crawled onto the firm bed, held myself in a ball and began to cry.
It seemed that much later the locks began to make the clicking sound of being unlocked. I lifted my head in curiosity only to turn it away in horror when I saw what was coming through the door. Mistress Adeline was again coming into the cottage but this time she was not alone. In each hand she held a long rope which was strung around the necks of two girls, only a little older than I who were carrying large buckets of water. But what horrified me was that these two young girls were completely naked. They too had long, blonde hair, but, as their heads were bowed and looking towards the floor it was hard to see their faces. They're breasts were large, although not quite as buxom as mine, and they also had thin waists and wide hips. It seems as though all the girls here were very similar in appearance, with one notable exception: these girls had no pubic hair whatsoever. This was incredibly surprising as, while mine was short and trimmed, it was still undeniably present
Miss Adeline pulled the naked girls into the room and shut and locked the door again. She then removed the ropes from around the girls necks and picked me up off the bed. She then sent the two girls into the bathroom and dragged me inside with her. The two naked girls were filling up the bath with the very large buckets of water they had while Miss Adeline disappeared for a few seconds, only to return with the wooden stool from the other room.
I was incredibly confused as to what was going on but I was even more confused when Miss Adeline told me to remove my clothes. I adamantly refused which seemed to annoy her. She leapt up from the stool and pulled out a sharp knife. I began to back away to the wall, very fearfully. With a quick flick of her wrist, Miss Adeline sliced right through my dress which fell to the floor. I was dumbfounded for a few seconds before I began to whimper at the fact that my best dress had been destroyed.
"Oh, stop thy crying whelp." snapped Miss Adeline, "If thou were to gaze upon ye two lovely maidens over thither, thou wouldst learn that clothes are an article not needed at this establishment. Now, if thouest were know what was good for thou, thou would remove thy corset and undergarments."
Presented with little choice, I began to remove my shoes, and then my stockings. With an immense shame I removed my corset which allowed Miss Adeline a full view of my round and pert breasts. This seemed to excite her as she had a wide smile on her face, while her hand seemed to be drifting up her dress.
As I stood completely naked, she demanded that I step into the bath. I had told her that I had washed already but she didn't want to hear it. I stepped into the water and jumped back with a yelp. It was absolutely freezing. Another bark from Miss Adeline was enough to frighten me back into the bath. The cold water stung my skin and caused my nipples to harden. My yelps of discomfort and my extending nipples only excited Miss Adeline more whose hand was now at a frenzy beneath her dress.
I expected the two girls to begin washing me, as my servants did at home, although they seemed reluctant, even fearful, to touch me. Instead, I was handed a bar of soap and a scrubbing brush with the expectation that I would clean myself. As my skin became soapier and shinier, Miss Adeline's breaths became louder and more rapid until she erupted in a voluptuous roar of pleasure. When she removed her hand from her dress it appeared to be lathered in some odd, shimmery, watery cream-like substance.
After I had rinsed myself off, one of the naked girls threw me a scratchy towel from the rack in the corner while the other picked up all of my clothes off of the floor. As I dried myself, Miss Adeline's seemed to calm down from whatever she was doing. She waited until I had finished drying myself before she handed me what I recognised as a straight razor. I was initially confused as to what it was for, and then I noticed the hairless pelvises of the other girls and realised what I had to do. Taking a dollop of cream from a jar on the edge of the bath, I spread it across my private area and using the razor shaved off every last hair. Miss Adeline then took the razor from me and left into the main room while the two girls followed her. I heard the door creak open then slam shut, the all too familiar sound of the locks clicking made it apparent that I was again locked in and alone in my cottage prison.
I had spent the next hour alone shivering on the bed. With no fire in the room and no clothes, I was permanently cold leading to my nipples being permanently erect. They were becoming increasing sensitive to the touch. I heard a click from the door and, assuming I was receiving another horrible visit from Miss Adeline, tried to hide behind the bed. Instead of the door opening, there was a loud clatter from the letter box as it opened. A tray with a plate of bread and a goblet of water was pushed through the letter box which was promptly shut behind it.
