"No." She whispered, unable to give voice to the words.
"Yes," I smiled broadly, "for six years, Father has loved me. Not you, Mother, never you. You were only ever a means to an end for him, and that end was me. I made sure of it."
"No." She couldn't believe it, "No."
"The truth is always so painful." I laughed at her, "Though in your case, I suspect the lie is quite excruciating as well. But don't worry, Mother, I'm here for you." I pulled the lever beside the door, and the chain that linked Mother's wrists to the ceiling grew taut. She was forced upright with her hands overhead, and I made sure to crank the lever until her ankles and wrists were white with pressure. Then I opened the door, and dropped my bag of goodies on the floor before her. "You know, I've never tortured someone before. I've had people tortured, of course; it's a necessary evil of spycraft, and while it can be gruesome, I've found at times that it can also be quite... exhilarating." I pontificated as I searched my bag, "There's a sexual aspect to it that people rarely talk about. Oh, people rarely talk about such a taboo subject as it is, but when they do it's always about the victim. They never talk about the torturers." I pulled out a knife, and turned to Mother with a broad smile on my face. She just gawked at me, her eyes so wide they seemed to pop from her skull. "The torturers love their victims," I sauntered over to her, twirling the knife between my fingers, "for they give them unfettered truth." I stopped before Mother, so close I could nearly taste her breath. "Isn't that all sex is? A desire to make someone react to you with whole-hearted honesty? Even the most descriptive sonnet cannot translate as much truth as a single breathy moan." I slid the knife's blade slowly up her thigh, watching the terror rising in her eyes, "Or one ear-splitting shriek." I stopped a hair's breadth from her slit, her womanly heat radiating onto my hand, "Tonight, we are going to be very, very honest with each other, Mother."
I slashed upward. Mother screamed, but it was only with the expectation of pain. The blade sliced her dress from skirt to bodice, and the sleeveless garment cascaded from her in two halves. Mother was beautiful. Her forty years were barely expressed in the lines on her neck and the subtle drooping of her large breasts, but nowhere else. Her flesh was so white it was nearly porcelain, contrasting beautifully the pink targets of her nipples, and the blush of her womanhood. The hole I'd come from.
"There are many forms of torture besides physical pain." I said, setting the knife down, "A skilled torturer knows what best to employ for each victim." I smiled coyly at Mother, "I'm afraid I'm a virgin at this, so please don't judge my performance too harshly." I reached behind myself, and undid the lacing on my gown. The garment fell from me in a cascade of silk, revealing a black leather corset that ended above my naval, fishnet stockings, and nothing else. I watched with growing excitement as Mother's horror turned to revulsion.
"Don't you think I'm beautiful?" I grinned at her, "I've been told by the highest authority in the kingdom that I'm the most beautiful woman in the world." I reached between Mother's legs, and gently ran my fingers through her petals. She hissed and tore her gaze away, blinking tears down her cheeks. "Father was my first experience with a man. He showed me so much of what it meant to be a lover. Desire, rage, jealousy, and most of all, power. It only makes sense that you should be my first experience with a woman. Thank you for giving me this."
I pushed my fingers inside. Mother gasped, her neck striating with cords, her jaw twitching. I breathed excitedly onto her throat as I explored her insides with three digits, savoring the heat of her, the softness, and the wetness.
"I've never raped anyone before." My words were punctuated with breath, "I never understood why such brutish pleasures would appeal to anyone, but now I see. There's an art to it, isn't there? You are an orchestra of emotion, and I am the conductor. I will make you play beautiful music." I pressed myself to her, breast to breast, thigh to thigh, "How weak a woman you are, to lose your husband to your own daughter!" My thumb pressed into her clit, rubbing vigorously until it engorged on its own accord, "What kind of a wife so fails her spouse that he seeks the pleasure of his own child?"
Mother shut her eyes tight, the tears filming at their creases. The muscles in her jaw twitched, but she would not relent a sound.
"The things he did to me, Mother..." I moaned on her throat, "I never said 'no' to him. While you laid there like a corpse to take his cock, he was thinking about me consuming him with relish in any hole he so desired, in any way he so desired." I chuckled lowly, "He even had me chained up like you once, only I wasn't weeping like a bitch, but begging like a whore!"
Mother gritted her teeth and whined, the tears rolling freely down her cheeks. My fingers were thick with her nectar, coerced by a pleasure she didn't want, but could not deny.
"And now here you are, trying not to moan as your own daughter rapes you, trying not to come to the idea of her fucking your husband, her father." My thighs were wet with my arousal, "You're going to die tomorrow, Mother, so why not enjoy tonight? Stop resisting what your body craves." I licked her from collar to chin, drawing a wet line up her clenching neck, "Come on, show me the woman who opened her legs for a monster!"
I pushed every finger of my molesting hand into her heat, and felt her close gratefully around me, her moist walls fluttering with glee. Her clit was engorged and red, throbbing wildly under my thumb, but despite it all, she kept her pride. Even when her pelvis contracted, and her belly clenched with ecstasy, all she did was hiss through clenched teeth as she saturated my wrist and thighs with her release.
"I must commend you, Mother." I said breathily, my vision hazed with my arousal, "You're stronger than I thought." I withdrew from her, her petals opening about my retreat, my fingers webbed with her viscous lust, "It's strange," I mused, bringing the hand to my face, "I don't think I've ever been attracted to a woman before, but you," I smelled what was on my hand, and shivered, "you've awoken something in me. I didn't think you had anything worth teaching me, but how wrong I was." I tested my fingers with a tentative lick, then grinned up at her, "You are teaching me so many things I didn't know about myself." I walked away, sucking my fingers clean.
I reached into my bag, and pulled out a long syringe. It was filled with purple fluid that bubbled when disturbed. "When I asked my head interrogator about the best ways to torture a woman, he eagerly gave me a list. Most involved inserting sharp hot objects into sensitive places. I told him I needed something more refined. He told me about this," I turned around and presented the syringe, "succubus blood extract. The Sea Snakes use it on slave cargo bound for the orc empire across the sea. Frightened maidens are loaded in Ardeni, and mindless breed-mares are unloaded in Hektinar."
I paced methodically toward Mother. "If you don't open your eyes, I will cut your lids off." I said quietly. Her eyes crept open, unleashing the flood of tears she'd kept there. I wiped one away with my thumb, and tasted it. "Delicious." I smirked, then grabbed one of her breasts, and angled the nipple toward myself. She shuddered, her hands clenching to fists above her shackles. "I am deathly curious to see the effects of this." I said, rubbing my thumb over her nipple until it was hard and moist, "You're a test run, you see." I aimed the point of the needle, "If this works how I hope it will, I intend to use it for my espionage program." I pushed the needle into her nipple, and smiled as she whimpered, "I figure that if a band of filthy pirates can break women with just a chemical, then imagine what I can do with it. What ideas could I plant into a broken mind before building her back up, and sending her on her way?" I depressed the plunger, and looked into Mother's eyes as they bulged, "Unfortunately for us, I'm afraid there isn't enough time to build you back up. We only have time for the breaking."
Mother's pupils contracted to dots, then expanded to consume her sapphire irises. She convulsed violently in her binds, the chains rattling, her wrists rubbing raw. Her muscles clenched under her silken skin, and she growled and shook as though trying to expel the poison that battled her body. Then she gasped, a sound like a drowning woman's last breath, and her head fell to her chest, her white-blonde hair curtaining her face. From the hunch of her shoulders, I saw her diaphragm ease to steady, heavy breathing. She relaxed in her binds, her clenched fists opening to splayed fingers. She tilted her face toward me, and upon it was an expression so ravenous and lecherous that it almost took me aback. "What did you do to me?" She whispered.
"Ah, so she does speak." I giggled, "I was worried that I'd heard your last words. How do you feel?"
"You'll pay for this, Leveria." Mother hissed, her voice heavy, "You're not as clever as you think you are."
"I believe I asked you a question, Mother." I said, grabbing a nipple, and twisting, "How do you feel?"
Mother screamed, a sound filled with such primal joy that tears welled in her eyes. She shifted in a desperate dance, her body moving in a way I never would have thought possible. Mother was elegant, statuesque and stoic, but within her was the carnal nature every woman possessed, the baser instincts of a bitch in heat to proffer herself for use. Her belly stretched below her presented breasts, her back arched to enhance the bulge of her ass, and her thighs rubbed, desperately trying to quell the craving between them. I twisted her nipple until her eyes were rolling back, then I released.
Mother heaved in desperate breaths, whimpering and moaning in turn. Then, she began to laugh. "All you've done is created a vacuum on the throne." She turned her face upward, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glistening, "Do you think Clartias will stay a bachelor until your coronation? He'll have to remarry, and whichever wife he chooses will do everything in her power to make sure you never live to see the crown!"
I laughed with her, and pinched her other nipple. "Well whoever the lucky bachelorette is, she'd better hurry; she only has ten hours." I savored the realization dawning in her eyes, then I twisted with both hands. She shrieked this time, her head whipping back, her hair flailing in an arc behind her. I torqued until her breasts were spiraled with shadows of fat, and the more I tortured her, the more her body bent to me. She pressed her breasts until my knuckles were consumed in the succulence, wanting me to do worse, begging me with everything but her words. I released her, then trailed my fingers down her belly, watching in fascination as her skin prickled beneath my touch, the muscles relaxing in anticipation of the pleasure I might bring. I stroked her abdomen until her cries waned, and she became lax in her binds.
"I am queen of the Highlands in all but name." I said, "Father abdicated this morning. After you hang, they will put a crown on my head." I lowered my face to hers, staring into those beautiful dilated eyes, "There is no solace for you, Mother. I am going to get away with everything. All my dreams, all my carefully laid plans, they will all come to fruition tomorrow. My only regret is that you won't get to see it. But my first act as queen shouldn't be killing my own mother; the optics would be poor. No, I will be too busy plotting the death of my sister." I smiled, "When I get my hands on her, I won't be as gentle as I'm being with you. You, I desire to see humiliated and broken, but her..." I sighed, "I'm afraid I'll have to build a whole new wing of the dungeon just to service the Dark Queen. I plan to keep her alive for a very, very long time. I'll tell the nobles that such cruelty is only to dissuade Alkandi from ever coming back, but you and I know the truth of it, don't we, Mother?"
Mother's eyes were unfocused, but with a distant voice, she managed to say, "Yes, you will hurt Yavara greatly, Leveria." Her head flopped forward, and her voice rasped from her, "And she will kill you for it. It's been so long since Alkandi reigned that we've dismissed her legend as myth. We've forgotten why we fear the Dark Queen so." A string of drool hung from the corner of Mother's mouth, "Your arrogance and hatred will destroy us all in the end. Bentius will burn."
