Queen Amberry felt it was time for her working day to end. She dismissed the various generals and ambassadors from her throne room after another unproductive day of squabbling over battle strategies and resource allocation.
"I should do away with all the military honors I've ever bestowed. Maybe then they'd at least try to keep their egos in check..." she thought.
She was adept in her role as the leader of a nation but the stress was taking a toll. She let out a deep sigh and sunk into the great wooden chair from which she ruled. Her attendant Lucine, ever observant, gazed with compassion at the weary monarch.
"Before I return to my chamber I will send orders to prepare the evening feast. Is there anything else I can do to aid you before I leave you for the night?" she asked, her gentle words echoing off smooth stone walls.
Amberry thought for a moment. Normally she would decline the offer and go about her evening affairs, but today's audiences were especially draining. She needed some sort of release.
"Actually, Lucine, there is something you can do for me."
Word reached the queen earlier that day about the newest captures from the ongoing war against the barbaric northern tribes. Most are sent to work in manual labor around her kingdom, but there was one in particular who hadn't received any tasking. He was the commander of the rebel forces her army had just put down, named Bronlon. While formidable in battle he posed no threat to her now, kept in the dungeon beneath her throne room.
"Have the rebel commander brought up from below. Send him in here and keep him bound, then you and the rest of the staff may take your leave" she replied after some thought.
Lucine's eyes widened in concern.
"My queen, I should leave at least a few guards here with you, the prisoner could be dangerous!" Lucine suggested.
Amberry laughed softly in reply. "I understand your apprehension Lucine, but do not fret. I have ways to keep him under control." She winked subtly at her attendant.
Lucine blushed and bowed, beginning to understand what her excellency had in mind.
"Um...yes my queen. I'll have him brought in right away." She hurried out.
Not long after Lucine's bashful exit, the doors to the throne room opened again. The shuddering of the large iron hinges wrenched Queen Amberry out of her thoughts, reminiscing about the last rebel leader she used to reduce the stress of ruling. Two guards shuffled in, dragging Bronlon between them. They dropped him at the queen's feet and spun quickly, leaving before they saw anything they shouldn't see. As the doors shut behind them, Queen Amberry took stock of her prisoner.
His legs and hands were still bound with chains, the cuffs pushed to their limit over his well-muscled limbs. He rose up proudly onto his knees, his bare chest glistening in the soft candlelight of the throne room. Worn linen pants did little to hide the rest of his body, just as Amberry had hoped.
"I see the fight hasn't left your eyes just yet," she said, grinning down at him from her throne. "That's good, you'll need it".
His piercing blue eyes sparkled back at her from behind dark blonde locks, uncut from months on the road.
She put a foot firmly against his chest and pressed forward as she stood, sending the rebel leader backwards into the thick rug that adorned her throne room floor.
"You didn't think I brought you up here for diplomatic reasons, did you?" she said, through an evil sneer. "No, you're up here to serve me in any capacity I desire."
She was standing over him now, foot still firmly pressing him into the floor. He grunted defiantly through his cloth gag, but the shifting linens over his crotch betrayed his feigned anger. Queen Amberry was right. Bronlon knew this powerful woman's reputation, and he knew why he'd been summoned.
"Oh, hush now. Don't pretend you didn't see this coming" Amberry whispered to him, practically reading his mind. She lowered herself to sit over his bulging pants. She began to loosen her robes, the ornate silk slipping off her body and down onto the struggling prisoner.
The rebel commander began to look her up and down, his squirms lessening with every pass his eyes made. Her naked body seemed to hold him in place, almost against his will.
"That's it. The sooner you settle down the sooner we both get what we want." Amberry said, looking into his eyes as she ran her hands up and down his powerful torso. For a brief moment she saw the defiance in his eyes waver, as she continued to touch his stomach and hips his gaze softened, even becoming desperate as she loosened the ties on his pants.
"Are you ready to be a good soldier for me?" Amberry asked. Her prisoner nodded vigorously, then quickly blushed in embarrassment. Queen Amberry was his enemy after all, how could she stir his desire in this way? She had him wrapped around her regal finger.
The queen leaned down over him, her bare breasts lightly stroking his chest as she whispered in his ear.
"You're already standing at attention, and I can tell I'm going to enjoy your swordsmanship very, very much." He shuddered at her words, now completely relaxed in his bonds.
Queen Amberry sat up and began removing his trousers. Sliding them down an inch at a time, she eyed his exposed cock hungrily, her pussy already wet and pulsing. The slow, agonizing process of turning rebellion into submission made her wild with lust and the man beneath her was about to feel her in full force.
Fully naked and straddling him now, she slid back and forth along his length, feeling it jump and twitch between her legs. Bronlon moaned loudly and locked eyes with the queen. His hair parted down the side of his face, exposing a pleading look of desperation.
