Amelia woke from her sleep noticing that something was very wrong; the bed that she was on wasn't her own. Her bed was very soft and had a sweet scent of flowers coming off of it, but the one she was on now was hard and had a pungy odor. Amelia was the virgin queen that ruled over Femdara, a land that the humans mostly inhabited. She was a part of a strict religious order that bond people to a moral code that they must follow.
More than five hundred years ago, a new religion was formed by some of the humans teaching purity and outlawing sinful acts. Sex was sinful outside of marriage, and any sexual encounter with nonhuman or same-sex was a crime against their holy Goddess. They believed that mixing the bloodline with nonhumans was one of the highest forms of impurity, especially breeding with an orc; it was punishable by death.
Femdara had nine different kingdoms within it, and it was the goal of each new queen to add another realm to Femdara. They believed that only a pure woman of noble birth could be the virgin queen, and when she becomes the queen of the world, peace will reign forever on Femdara. War was only encouraged when they had the advantage, and the kingdom of Aldumra was the church's next target.
Every generation, the priests picked three girls from noble families to be raised by them to keep them pure. They kept them safe to replace the queen when she could no longer rule, and elite female soldiers protected them. These soldiers didn't have to stay pure, but many did take a vow of chastity to show their commitment to their future queen.
Amelia was eight-teen when she became the queen, now nineteen, and was the first to have red hair. The first virgin queen had long blonde hair symbolizing purity in the physical form and must be at the age of eight-teen before the church would allow a princess to be the queen. The queen wasn't just picked from the three girls but also from all of the remaining princesses. The ones that failed to become the queen in the past still had a shot of becoming the queen.
The bed that she was on had a cage surrounding it with magical torches giving off enough light to see but gave off no heat. There was enough space within it for a small bed and a few feet of walking space in it. She saw nothing but darkness outside of the cage, and the void filled her with fear.
The white gown that she had on last night was now gone, and there was nothing within the cage that she could use to cover her naked body. Being captured was frightening enough, but being naked didn't make the matter easier to handle. Amelia tried to hide her body by sitting in a fetal position to keep her dignity intact, and for the first time, she felt powerless.
No man had ever seen her naked before, and she was hoping that fact hasn't changed. The thought of someone undressing her made her feel violated and dirty. She was clueless about sex to know if her kidnapper took any liberties with her body. The priests only told her that it was evil and that she should fear it.
Amelia sat in silence for an hour before she heard footsteps coming toward her. The echoing sound that the footsteps made grew louder, and it filled her with fear. She felt her body starting to shake and the pounding of her heart within her chest. She held her arms tightly around her legs to keep her body still and keep what she could have of her body covered.
The figure that emerged from the darkness was a beautiful woman with long black hair and a familiar face. It belonged to a servant girl named Mary that she had removed from her duty a year ago. She caught her in a sinful act and had her punished for it. Only pure things could ever touch the princesses, and they ordered the servant girls to stay pure.
Amelia first met Mary when she became the queen and was assigned to take care of her growing needs. Mary was two years older than herself. She gave off an aura that Amelia didn't like at first. She wanted to hate Mary, but there was something about the girl she liked, and she felt drawn to her. Whenever Mary touched her, it made her have confusing thoughts and desires.
She spotted Mary through an open window one day, embracing a man against a tree. Amelia didn't know at first what she saw, and it took her a moment to realize what was happening. They were some distance away but were close enough to recognize what she was doing was wrong. They were out of focus, and she saw no accurate details of their sinful act but knew that it was impure.
She watched in shock and felt betrayed by her servant's action. She sent Mary outside the castle walls to find some flowers for her room and not break her sacred vow. Amelia reported Mary to the priests, and they had her thrown from the castle with nothing but the clothes on her back. Amelia watched as Mary pleaded that she was innocent to the two guards as they dragged her away. There was no mistaking what she saw and the pain that it caused her.
She felt a familiar feeling stirring within her, and she tried to fight against them. She was too prideful to acknowledge even to herself what those feelings could mean and pretended that she didn't like Mary. Amelia rolled her eyes in fake disgust when their eyes met and fought against the urge to smile.
Amelia didn't want what she was feeling to be acknowledged by the woman because she knew that Mary was involved in her capture. She put on her strong queen face and tried to show that she felt nothing but disdain toward the girl. She looked at her like she was nothing but a meaningless bug next to her and was only alive because she was willing it.
She was shocked by how Mary was dressed and couldn't believe what she was seeing. Amelia tried to act disgusted by it, but she knew she liked what she saw deep down. She felt her body starting to react to it and felt a strong desire growing inside of her. Amelia wasn't a stranger to these feelings and felt them many times before.
The dress had a deep v cut, revealing two fleshy orbs that were sticking halfway out of it, and she felt an urge to keep staring at them. She also noticed the woman's nipples were poking through the thin material, and they were big around like her little pinky finger. The bottom of the dress stopped short of the girl's groin and revealed two long silky legs. Amelia had never seen another woman's legs before and found them strangely attractive.
The women around her were always fully dressed and hid their bodies from her. She never even had seen her own body before and was blindfolded whenever she needed to be undressed or during her daily bathing. Under no circumstance was she ever allowed to touch herself or see herself nude. It took five servants to bathe her and took great care not to arouse her.
She was bathed in a unique way where it wouldn't lead to unwanted desire and used a rough cloth to clean her body. She never questioned anything that they told her and accepted it on faith. Amelia did wonder what her body looks like and, at times, the servant girls too, but she tried not to have such thoughts.
It was hard for her to deny her sexual desires, but it got easier over time. She felt frustrated over those feelings and took it out on her servants. She didn't know why she did that and didn't like being mean to them. The servants were the closest thing that she had to a family and friends. It was lonely for her, and she wasn't allowed to be anything but the queen's replacement.
