Thanks to MissJenny54 for the editing, and to all the people who had read and supported my work.
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Marguerite groaned as she opened the small drainage gate that led back into the castle. Her whole body ached, and the friction of the clothing against her bruised and battered flesh felt like being burned with fire. Each movement made her hiss in pain, and with every step, Marguerite was surprised she'd managed to make it this far on her own.
I'm almost there now,
she thought,
and then I can rest. Jacqueline will take care of me.
The thought of her handmaiden filled her with both hope and dread.
Jacqueline knew all her secrets. Marguerite needed to tell her about what happened at the club and how her identity had been revealed, but more than that, what the mysterious guest had said after acknowledging her identity.
"Very good, pet. I had no idea you were such a sensuous, submissive slave, Your Highness." The man laughed as he pulled his fingers away from Marguerite's sex and smeared her pussy juices around the Queen's areolas, teasing the nipples while making them glisten with her lewdness. "Oh yes, Queen Marguerite, I know exactly who you are."
As Marguerite started to pull her hands from the silk bindings, the man wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly. "Now, now Your Majesty, don't fight. Calm down and hear me out," the man whispered in her ear while holding her in an intimate embrace.
Marguerite panicked. How did he know who she was, and what did he want? The Queen knew she shouldn't have started speaking or let her lust take over. "What do you want?"Marguerite asked.
"Nothing you don't want if you're being honest with yourself." His gravelly voice tried to soothe her and keep her from struggling. "I rather enjoyed this game, and clearly, you did as well. Wouldn't it be fun to spice it up even further?"
"How?" She asked, heart beating faster in trepidation. While horrified that her humiliating secret had been discovered, a part of her was excited by the prospect. Either way, Marguerite needed more information to find out what this man had planned.
"I have access to your Court, Majesty. That's how I recognized you. But you don't recognize me. Doesn't that make this game more exciting? I'll pass the orders, My Queen, and you'll obey. Because it's arousing and it feels right, and because if you don't, I'll start spreading your dirty little secret." The guest moved his hands to Marguerite's breasts, massaging the mounds and teasing the nipples again.
"N-no one will listen. Stories are circulated all the time!" A shudder ran down Marguerite's spine at the prospect of this particular rumor circulating her Kingdom.
"Yes, there's always gossip about a monarch, especially a Queen. But your strength rests on your alliance with the Church. What will they do when they learn the Queen is a sinful slut? Will you be able to lie to the Archbishop's face when he asks you about these rumors? Will the Patriarch endorse your claim against the Hoehns if you're rumored to be a lewd woman?"
Marguerite whimpered softly. The Queen felt guilty enough withholding her perversions from confession. Could she really bring herself to lie outright about them, especially to the Archbishop? Would her face be able to hide the truth of the rumors, or would she flush uncontrollably and give herself away? Plus, he was right. Even the hint of scandal could chase away the support she needed from the Patriarch.
"Not to mention that many of your nobles will want to believe them. Like the Duke you punished today, he'll want to believe them and will definitely help spread them. Your support among the nobility is thin enough; do you really want to test it?"
Whoever the guest was, he certainly knew about her Court and her political situation.
"I'm going to leave now, pet. Don't take off your hood until I'm gone. Expect a message from me. Do what it says, or you'll find out what this Kingdom really believes about you."
Marguerite had obeyed his instructions and was now back in the castle, trying to figure out what to do.
Maybe talking with Jacqueline will help
, she thought. Marguerite found Jacqueline dozing in a small chamber off her own, waiting for Marguerite's return. The Queen looked down at the pretty blonde woman and hesitated to wake her peaceful slumber, but finally her own needs won out.
"Jacqueline, I'm back," Marguerite forced out, her words tense with pain from her wracked body.
Jacqueline's eyes fluttered open, and she quickly rose from her seat. "Your Majesty, welcome back. How was it? Did you get what you need?"
Tears welled in Marguerite's eyes, and she shook her head. "Help me..."
"Of course, Your Majesty!" Jacqueline disrobed Marguerite and gasped in outrage and shock as she slipped off the Queen's shift and saw the angry red welts all over her body. "Marguerite! What happened!"
"There was a man tonight, I don't know who he was, but he knew me! He knew who I was, even though I had the hood! He went further than anyone else had before, Jacqueline!"
"Oh no! What did he say? What's he going to do?" Jacqueline helped Marguerite onto the bed before going to a cabinet to retrieve an ointment. She sat beside the Queen and rubbed the soothing cream over Marguerite's body, trying to be as gentle as she could on the poor Queen's delicate back.
"We were having a nice 'encounter' actually; oh Jacqueline, I wish I hadn't enjoyed it so much, but it was the most fulfilling trip to the club I've ever had! But then, at the end, right after I 'finished,' he addressed me as 'Your Majesty' and told me he knew who I was." Marguerite paused and let out a small moan as Jacqueline's fingers worked the ointment into her marks, moving from her back to her bottom.
"What happened then?" Jacqueline inquired as she continued to rub the soothing cream over the Queen's wounds, covering each welt and working the healing unguent into the skin.
"The man said he had access to Court and certainly knew so much about what's going on here, and if I didn't follow his orders, he'd tell the Church and the nobles that I'm a lewd woman who enjoys being whipped, being a submissive slut." Marguerite whimpered again at the memory.
"No one would believe that!" Jacqueline objected.
"That's what I said! He was convincing, though and said nobles like the Duke of Buiscard would want to believe it, and I wouldn't be able to lie to the Archbishop, and the story might make the Patriarch think twice about supporting me," Marguerite sobbed out, before sighing and closing her eyes as Jacqueline moved down the backs of her legs. "Who is he? How could he know so much about what's happening at Court?"
"Turn over Marguerite," Jacqueline requested, then began to massage the ointment into Marguerite's breasts. "What a brute to do this to you! Well, I think it has to be someone new to Court. I mean, you've been visiting the Silver Belle for years, and this is the first time something has happened. I wager it's that banker, Lorenzo Docasta. You know what they've been saying about that family! And the Floreze are a decadent people. This sounds like it would be just his thing!"
"I don't know. Lorenzo didn't seem that way when I met him. We're entering into a business agreement; would he really jeopardize it over sex? No, I think Prince Gailen is a more likely suspect. He has everything to gain from humiliating me and ruining my reputation!" Marguerite closed her eyes again, a blush forming in her cheeks as her nipples hardened from Jacqueline's massage.
Even after tonight, even after all this, how am I still getting aroused?
The Queen felt terribly guilty and tried to push the feelings from her mind.
One God protect me from these temptations!
"But that's just the thing! Prince Gailen has every reason to ruin your reputation. Why would he bother to play this game? He'd go straight to the Archbishop, the Patriarch and everyone else."
"Unless he wanted to draw it out, create even more compromising situations to lend credence to the accusation. He could be playing a long game!" Marguerite countered.
"I suppose." Jacqueline didn't look sure though. She continued to rub the ointment over Marguerite's body, moving down to the Queen's taut stomach.
"Oh! There is another thing. Like I said earlier, he mentioned the Duke of Buiscard specifically and said he would be prone to believing and spreading the stories since I punished him. Do you think it could have been one of his cronies?"
"Or the Duke himself! We already know he has a predilection for whipping pretty young women!" Jacqueline exclaimed in excitement.
Marguerite shook her head. "No, I, erm, 'felt' his body. It was firm and strong, unlike the Duke's fat body."
"Oh." Jacqueline looked crestfallen that the easy solution wasn't possible. "Well, maybe it was one of his cronies. How are we going to figure out who it was?"
"We've only scratched the surface of the most likely subjects, but it could be anyone." Marguerite sighed. "Well, not anyone. It has to be someone at Court."
"Did you notice anything else about him? Any clues?"
"His voice was gravelly, but I think he was disguising it. The wretch! He must have recognized me first thing and started disguising his voice!" Marguerite propped herself against some pillows and looked down at Jacqueline as the Lady-In-Waiting began rubbing the ointment into the Queen's legs.
"So we know he has access to court, has a firm body, and was disguising his voice," Jacqueline sighed. "It's not much to go on. We should start with the most likely, or most damaging, suspects."
"Most damaging? What do you mean?"
"Well, if he is just some noble looking to have fun, nothing worse can happen as long as you play along. But if it's Prince Gailen trying to destabilize the throne, or the banker trying to compromise you into a disadvantageous deal, those could have severe consequences" Jacqueline explained.
