I grunted as the guard kicked me to my knees. My weak, frail body trembled as it dropped to the cold stone palace floor. I could hear heavy breathing in the silent hall around me as I struggled to regain my composure. I could barely remember being captured by soldiers after my village was raided, but I had no recollection of my journey here. Behind me, a woman spoke.
"We raided the enemy village as you ordered, my Queen," she stated. "Many were captured, but this one matched Her Majesty's general personal interests."
Personal interests? What did the soldier mean by that? My thoughts were still hazy and barely formed, but I could still tell I was in trouble. I still couldn't focus my vision, but murmurs echoing through the palace chamber tickled my ears. I could almost feel the soldiers and servants of the queen staring me down as she considered the soldier's words.
I heard the rustle and swish of elegant robes as the queen rose. The murmurs around me fell silent as their speakers anticipated the queen's words. The queen still looked a blur, but I could detect a certain regality in how she moved. This woman was used to power and getting whatever she desired.
"You bring this wretch before me as an offering, Elara?" the queen's voice boomed. "Perhaps this will please me, perhaps not."
The queen cleared her throat. I could hear the soldier, Elara, sharply breathe in.
"I do enjoy meek servile men from our conquered domains," the queen continued. "But, tell me, Elara. Did you perform the necessary ritual before bringing this one to me?"
"N-no, my Queen," Elara stammered. "I..."
"Silence!" the queen barked. "Perform it now. You know the rules, Elara. If this one responds appropriately, then, and only then, may you present him to me."
Elara nodded. "Yes, my Queen."
The soldier snapped her fingers. Almost instantly, two lesser guards each grabbed one of my arms. My stomach churned, and my head spun as both of them forced me quickly to the ground, my naked back resting against the cold floor. The sudden shock surprisingly began to clear my vision a bit. Before I could get my bearings, however, Elara stepped towards me.
I struggled against the soldiers holding me down, but they both kept me pinned. The queen took good care of her soldiers, and they enjoyed the best food and amenities in the land. A weak villager like me did not stand a chance against them. As I struggled, Elara continued moving forward. Before long, she stood above me, her legs straddling my shoulders. Startled, I ceased my struggle and turned my gaze upwards.
Elara was a powerful woman worthy of being the captain of her unit. I vaguely remembered her leading the charge against my village with poise and confidence. Still, I had never seen her up close like this. Her muscular legs almost seemed to pulse with energy. They were smooth and well-cared for despite her demanding job. Her battle maiden's armored skirt protected her powerful thighs, allowing her protection and freedom of movement.
My fearful admiration was quickly disrupted as the queen stomped her left foot on the palace floor.
"Today, Elara," she commanded. "I have little patience."
Elara nodded. Suddenly, the powerful skirt swished and expanded as Elara began to squat, lowering herself down towards me. My eyes widened as I realized what was happening. Why was the queen demanding this soldier sit on my face? How was this a ritual, and what exactly did it prove? As Elara's undercarriage moved closer, another surprising development was revealed.
Elara was not wearing underwear, but this was not what surprised me. Despite her powerful feminine appearance, Elara had a cock. Not just any cock either, a surprisingly large, thick one, accompanied by a large pair of balls. I tried to twist my head to the side to avoid my inevitable fate, but the attempt was futile. With a sigh, Elara had fully lowered herself onto me.
The pressure hit me first. Elara was a strong woman, tall and muscular. Her armor was hefty, too. She didn't care for my comfort and put all her weight on me. Elara's taught muscular cheeks parted around my face, and her sweaty taint rested right up against my mouth. Her cock flopped forward, the tip resting right on my forehead. I had never experienced anything so uncomfortable and humiliating in my life.
The palace chamber remained silent while Elara rested uncomfortably on my face. My lungs began to ache, forcing a sharp, burdensome breath. Elara had just returned from battle, and the scent of dirty vinegar and crotch quickly filled my nostrils. I let out a muffled gag as some in the crowd whispered.
I wanted nothing more than to be free of this ridiculous so-called ritual. Elara, however, had other plans. She shifted slightly, rubbing her sweaty, smooth taint across and away from my mouth. The sour taste was awful, but nothing compared to what would come next. Elara's balls replaced her taint. I quickly sealed my lips, wanting nothing to do with that. The queen cleared her throat and spoke.
"Let the ritual begin," the queen commanded. "The conquered will show appropriate deference by pleasuring the conqueror. If this display is acceptable, the Queendom will declare ownership of the conquered. If not, they will be sentenced to life in prison."
I instinctively thrashed around as the queen's harsh words hit me. Pleasure the conqueror or be sentenced for life? What kind of ridiculous ritual was this?
"Remember, Elara," the queen continued. "The subject must prove subservience voluntarily. Do not force him."
Elara nodded as she patiently remained on my face. One of the other soldiers lifted her heavy metal skirt before speaking.
"I offer a full view of the ritual to the Queen and her council," the soldier announced. "Let all see it."
My face went bright red. Was everyone in the castle watching this absurd, humiliating display? What could I possibly do but acquiesce? I lay there for a moment, barely resisting the crushing weight of Elara while I processed the gravity of the situation. It seemed I had no choice.
I felt my mouth open, almost like I had no control over it. I couldn't believe what I was about to do. As my lips parted, Elara's sack began to sink into my mouth. I could feel grains of dried sweat on her otherwise smooth skin. I shuddered both at the foul taste of her dried sweat and at the thought of what I was doing. This woman had conquered my home and destroyed everything that I knew and loved. Now, I was gargling her balls while her asshole rested on my forehead.
Elara cleared her throat and adjusted herself slightly. I grimaced as her massive body pressed me harder into the unforgiving floor. Elara was unable to make explicit demands of me in accordance with the ritual. Still, I knew what she was getting at. If I valued my life, simply holding her balls in my mouth was not going to be enough. I still found myself wondering how or why she had this set of genitalia, but I certainly wasn't in a position to ask.
My tongue soon went to work. Elara's soft but heavy balls seemed to throb in anticipation as I cupped them with my tongue. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but I had no choice. I gently massaged them as the loose skin rubbed back and forth. I could taste the dirt and sweat, the rotten fruits of days of campaigning without a bath. It mixed with my saliva and slid down my unwilling throat as I worshipped my conqueror.
All eyes were on Elara's crotch at this point. The queen tapped her foot impatiently as all others awaited her ruling. My licking escalated to suckling as I gently rubbed Elara's testicles together and around my tongue. I felt her breathing speed up as a soft moan escaped her lips. Perhaps I had managed to do enough to save my life.
As if on cue, Elara lifted her wet, throbbing sack from my mouth. I breathed a sigh of relief, but my victory would be short-lived.
"Very good," the queen spoke. "It seems like this one knows its new place in life."
Elara nodded.
"Yes, my Queen. I hope you will accept this slave as an offering of my fealty," Elara replied.
The queen smirked.
"I knew I was right to grant you the rank of captain, along with all the 'equipment' that entails. I can see you use your gift well," the queen continued. "But I have no use for untrained slaves. You will personally train it before gifting it to me at the next ball."
Elara nodded.
"Very good," the queen continued. "Take the wretch away. You are all dismissed."
Elara stood up, finally allowing me a moment to breathe freely. I gazed up at the queen as she gracefully glided out of the room with four bound servants in tow.
"You heard Her Highness," Elara commanded. "Take this one to the soldiers' quarters and bind it."
The two female soldiers who held me down for the ritual effortlessly lifted me off the floor. I could still taste the vinegar-soaked sweat of Elara's balls as they dragged me down a corridor. I couldn't help but remember my village, family, and friends. Did they survive the raid? Were they all here, serving this horrible regime? I couldn't bear to think of what could be happening to all of them, so I did my best to put it out of my mind.
The soldiers quietly dragged me down the dim corridors of the castle. I swore I could hear the sounds of whimpering and begging from one of the nearby rooms as one soldier licked her lips.
"Are you visiting the pleasure chambers later?" the guard on the left asked.
The one on the right snorted.
"Of course I am, Sarah!" she replied. "It's the main reason I survive these brutal campaigns. I may not have earned a cock like our fine commander, but I can still have a good time with the sex slaves."
The other guard grinned knowingly as my stomach sank. Was this my fate? Was I to live in service to these brutes, handling their every whim, for the rest of my short life? That aside, how did Elara 'earn' a cock? It was, as far as I could tell, entirely real. That shouldn't be possible!
My train of thought was once again interrupted as the guards turned and kicked open a door.
"Sarah, Anna! You're alive! I can hardly believe it," exclaimed a young female in a squire's outfit. "I thought we'd lose you on this one."
Sarah grinned.
"You can't be rid of us that easily, Willow!" she replied. "I hope you took care of our squad's quarters while we were gone."
Willow eagerly saluted.
"Yes, ma'am, of course, ma'am," she answered. "I'd never let you down."
Anna snorted.
"Of course you wouldn't; you know what happens if you do," she retorted. "Now get the slave binding kit, and for Queen's sake, get us out of this sweaty armor."
Willow nodded and scurried off. I took a moment to look around the room. The main area was surprisingly lovely. A wooden common table sat in the center, with ornate wooden chairs neatly around it. The walls had tapestries depicting various conquests, and the back wall even had a window overlooking the courtyard. Various rooms branched off of this common area. From what I could see, one appeared to contain bunks; another looked to be a private bedroom, and the last was some kind of latrine. Perhaps these people weren't as barbaric as I had been led to believe.
