The Captive Fairy Queen (ff & Finothing)
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				Title: <strong>The Captive Fairy Queen (ff &amp; Finothing)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Finothing</strong> on <strong>18-04-2013, 00:11:32</strong>
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				Olympia woke in her chains. Green eyes fluttered open and flitted about her new prison-home.<br><br>Was the King's private chambers? She could not recall being transported here. <br><br>The small fairy-woman moved her limbs, getting a feel for what freedom she had, and what freedoms were taken from her. Her wrists were shackled together resting against her bosom. But her long legs were free to shift around on the cushion where she had been placed. It was a bed, soft for a prisoner. Then again, she was the Queen of the North kingdom, and even her rival should afford her the respect of a silky place to lay her head. Her blond hair was pinned to her head in a small bob. Only a day ago she had been fighting and it had needed to be free from her face. Now she could feel that her body was still covered in her various ornamented rings, the badges of the Northern fairies' warriors. She had not been born into her title. Olympia had fought and been elected the best leader by the mostly female population. A warrior Queen possessing both agility and magical prowess that rendered invaders defenseless. That she was petite, soft and beautiful was never mentioned. All creatures knew not to cross her. <br><br>Yet here she lay the captive of the Southern fairy King. He had personally taken her in battle and won. She gave orders for her soldiers to save themselves while they could and had been taken prisoner by the King, shackled in gold and given a potion to bring her sleep.<br><br>That was why when Queen Olympia woke on the soft bed with hands shackled and body mostly free, she assumed the worst.<br><br>A marriage by force. Her armor had been taken, all except the golden bracelets that decorated her tan skin on the arms and legs. Only her green leafy slip remained, breasts half-exposed and her womanly region scantily covered. She could not feel the crown on her head. Her wings were hidden by her glamor magic, as she had no need for them at the moment. But when they did appear they were a silky green that matched her eyes.<br><br>Of course, he would probably "ask" to wed her. Her answer would not matter. He had won her in battle.<br><br>Olympia remained lying and took a deep gulp of the aroma in the room. She lie her head back and decided to meet this fate with some honor and dignity. This King was mighty after all. It was not as if she lost to an unworthy opponent. 
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				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>18-04-2013, 05:43:17</strong>
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				He was not there. And then he was.<br><br>The prismatically shimmering cloak occluded a broad-shouldered seven-foot frame. Its head, and a mocking silver mask, obscured head and face, and something about the shape of the hood hiding the head was uncanny.&nbsp; <br><br>“Your rings and bracelets and anklets I have left you. This is not a kindness, though should you learn proper obedience and perfect submission, later kindnesses may be earned. No, these things were left upon you because it pleases me to see your beautiful body girded so. Encircled so. Shackled so. Feel the metal. Focus your consciousness on the rings of metal about you. This is your new reality. Your purpose. Your destiny.”<br><br>He moved closer. It wasn’t clear if he stepped with an unusually level gait, or simply drifted. <br><br>“Your queenly crown, you wonder? Ah yes. A crown will not do. And yet, I can promise you that every iota of it will be given back to you.”<br><br>His right arm rose, and as the robe fell back, finally, flesh could be seen. The skin shone with the golden hue of the molten metal of that name, shimmering and refracting light as the musculature of the forearm rippled. A hand of magnificent span held aloft a leash and collar - made of the same metal and gems as her crown had been.<br><br>“This is your crown. Become a collar. In ceremony you will be collared. As mine. Owed utterly. Forevermore.”
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				Post by: <strong>Finothing</strong> on <strong>18-04-2013, 05:59:43</strong>
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				Olympia felt his presence before she heard it.<br><br>His face was still concealed by the golden mask, his voice cold and far from her, even as he approached her. She was a clever woman, despite her infamous temper. So she held her tongue as the King revealed these facts to her. Her chest did begin to rise and fall with the hints of panic.<br><br>She was chained before a creature much larger than herself and at his mercy. <br><br>When her eyes fell to the collar, they could not help but narrow. How dare he! Deface her crown with this mockery!<br><br>Her own piercing eyes rose, trying to penetrate the face beneath the mask. The foe whose expression she had never glimpsed fully.<br><br>Even despite her fears and indignation, she noted the powerful frame her foe sported. Something which made her groin twitch, though she closed her legs tightly.<br><br>"And so I am to be a slave?" she asked through gritted teeth. She managed to keep her voice smooth despite high emotion. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>18-04-2013, 07:12:46</strong>
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				“To be slave to the Horned One is an honor many mortal maidens dream of abed, and precious few could ever be worthy of.” He lifted back his oversized hood, to reveal bronze flowing hair - and from his brow sprouted a pair of stag antlers. <br><br>Slowly, stoically, he let the shimmering robe fall away from his broad shoulders, to reveal a body of golden skin shaped like a statue of a god. Now bare to the waist, he wore pants shimmering like the robe, which bulged conspicuously at the groin, and which could not hide the meaty size and shape of his hidden quadriceps. Still he wore the silver mask, but a great jawline and flashing quicksilver eyes could be seen. <br><br>At his waist was coiled a whip of braided brown leather, the braiding so tight it was shaped more like a long strand of big beads than a straight cylindrical surface. “Hide of a manticore,” he explained almost casually and took the thing in his left hand. <br><br>“I have sensed that a maintenance whipping is called for. What this means is that it is done for no specific slight - although the barest tins of your tone and face just now raise an eyebrow, and there is of course the matter of your daring to resist my conquest in the first place - but rather as a general reminder, and as all-important conditioning, as to what your proper place is, and waht it means to attempt - ever in vain, I will promise you - to deviate.”<br><br>“There will be many things I will not explain to you, and never will I feel obliged. But in cases where an exposition of cause and effect will further your training and learning, I may deign to."<br><br>"You are going to be whipped now. As time goes on you are going to be used, and humiliated, and it may be made a public spectacle that many may bear witness to the natural order of things being enforced. Now, prepare for the pain. Learn to love it!”<br><br>The whip made a terrible thunderclap of a sound as it flashed back over his head, sweeping around and over the antlers. His left pectoral and tricep bulged as he brought the whip down, hard as an executioner swings a battle axe. The tip of the braided thing struck right upon Olympia’s belly button, a millisecond after the dozen nearest braids slashed down across her left thigh. 
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				Post by: <strong>Finothing</strong> on <strong>18-04-2013, 19:01:53</strong>
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				Olympia, again, knew better than to speak out. The King's ways were cold and metallic. She ran her tongue over her lips and gulped a breath in preparation. More of her captor's body was revealed to her and she could not help but gander. Her mouth gaped slightly at the beauty of the sight. She shut it quickly and met his eyes. Even those commanded obedience. But there was something else... though, Olympia could not place a finger on it.<br><br>The bulge between the King's legs soon absorbed all of the fairy Queen's attention. In her own kingdom's bedchamber she was an insatiable minx, though none made mention of this. None dared, for they feared her iron fist and to most she was beloved. How many lovers she held was unimportant. Though none she had given her heart to. Now the promise of a large cock threw her off guard. Until the belt caught her attention.<br><br>Olympia's nails sank into the sheets of the bed and she bit her lip. Blonde brows raised and for a fleeting second, true fear could be seen across her angelic face. She met with his gaze again and gulped. She very nearly nodded in understanding. The fear hid in her bosom, held close to her heart. Humiliation, she feared. But she would not beg. No, her pride would not allow her that.<br><br>When the whip struck her flesh through the thin slip over her stomach, a tiny gasp escaped and her eyes shut. Her thigh smarted also with the pain of the rough punishing weapon. "Ah!" she nearly screamed. Her bare skin, unguarded against the mean instrument, left her feeling like one of the helpless maidens he had mentioned.&nbsp; She shut her eyes and cringed, awaiting the next blow. Her slip had fallen a few inches, revealing a hardened nipple that peaked from under the green gauzy material. But her hands were shackled and she could not so much as even cover herself back up. Under the tiny skirt of the slip she wore but a scant pair of underwear, leaving little to the imagination. Only her sex was covered, both buttocks felt the soft green material riding up as she squirmed against the whip. 
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				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>19-04-2013, 09:14:39</strong>
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				The King watched with amusement the lacerating of the green slip where the braided whip tore its way through and into flesh. <br><br>“Hmm,” he stepped closer, until, when he held the whip high so that it dangled straight down, it threateningly caressed Olympia’s skin. “Your own body betrays you, just as your ill-fated resistance was a betrayal.” The whip glided over the erect exposed nipple, and he swished it back and forth, rubbing, teasing, stimulating it with the intermittent brushes of the braided leather against her pert peak of flesh.<br><br>“Your body begins to learn, at least,” he turned his gaze away, silver mask impassive as ever. “Many more lessons remain - especially for your will.”<br><br>He turned and walked, as if to leave the chamber - but then he spun about on one heel, and lashed.<br><br>The whip tip struck the exposed nipple like a thunderbolt. He yanked the whip back, and struck across the other breast, splitting the slip there. Then again, lower, causing the skirt to split, exposing thigh and side of buttock. <br><br>Again and again the King lashed the chained Olympia, merciless and precise, striking leg and stomach, bosom and cheek, these last like hard backhands that jolted her face left and right. “Every time hereafter you let the merest shadow of a thought of insubordination into your thoughts, however fleeting...you shall feel this punishment again, as fresh as it is now.”&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Finothing</strong> on <strong>19-04-2013, 21:05:01</strong>
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				She met his gaze through his mask, trying to penetrate with only her eyes. What expression did he wear beneath the silver mask? And why would he wear it now? While he played with his new toy?<br><br>"Ah!" she squeaked as the whip licked her breast. It burned from the punishment. She gasped when the other breast was struck, ripping the fabric and exposing her other nipple. As Olympia's body was punished at his whip, she tried not to struggle much. It was both for pride and for practical reasons. The more she cooperated with him, the less pain there would be for her and less work for him. But the whip left her body burning and her eyes watered. Tears began to fall from the pain.<br><br>Olympia was a powerful creature but it did not mean her skin was hard. It was soft and not accustomed to the whip. Her face slapped back and forth, she shut her eyes tight and kept them that way, the tears beginning&nbsp; to stream. Her chest heaved, the now half-exposed bosom rising and falling.<br><br>She tried to relax her muscles. If he began to punish her flesh again it would hurt less if she was not tense. Her lip had begun to quiver in the pain, leaving her looking more helpless than she could realize.
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				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>20-04-2013, 06:33:44</strong>
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				“Hmm,” the exposure of most of Olympia’s bosom gave the King pause, as he stopped and studied the erotic curvature, letting the whip hang. He paced closer, doubling the whip over itself twice in his hand, until he stood right over her left side. He let the folded-over whip dangle, and he brushed it this way and that across her body, with a sweeping motion.<br><br>This normally would not have been hard enough to hurt, but as sensitive as her lashed skin was, it might now, like someone rubbing their thumb along a cut. He let the whip trail all over her prone body, the braided balls swirling with particular delay at her crotch. Then he reversed the grip on the whip and prodded her lips with the butt of its handle.<br><br>“Lick. Kiss. Suck and fellate it within that mouth which once issued queenly decrees. Show, by diligence and enthusiasm of these motions, what an unsurpassed slave you wish to be.” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Finothing</strong> on <strong>20-04-2013, 17:44:47</strong>
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				Little pricks and stings surged through Olympia's body as the whip caressed her tender spots. She bit her lip and set her head back. Even with eyes closed she could feel his on her form. When the device's tail tickled between her legs, a shameful gasp escaped her lips.<br><br>She was forced at last to open her eyes again as the butt of the whip was brought her face. She met his eyes with her own widened ones. Shocking. She had not expected this degradation. She was too surprised to feel any anger, though his words did hurt. A sadistic reminder that she was stripped of power.<br><br>She began to trembled despite herself. In normal circumstances she would have spit in his face for such a thing. But she was too shaken by the whipping and she parted her lips.&nbsp; She tasted the butt of the whip, still looking at him, now with curious and fearful green orbs. They were still moist from crying. She brought her mouth around it and ran her tongue over it. When she began to bob her head as she mouthed the thing, only questions came to mind. Why did he need this display to show him he had won the battle? This seemed like a thing more to assure him he was victor than to break her into slavery. Every woman who loved men knew how to make love with her mouth. If he wanted her lips on his manhood, all he would have to do is give it to her. Yet there was this...<br><br>She ran her pink tongue over the whip's end and sucked at it. There was a salty taste to it. She found herself asking those questions as she did it and hoping this was enough for the King. More than anything, she was tired from losing and the humiliation of defeat. This symbolic game of his only puzzled her and made her wish he would get on with taking her. Still, she was never a woman to do anything half-way. She gave it her all. 
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				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>21-04-2013, 07:16:23</strong>
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				<br>The King kicked his fallen cloak up from the floor, and then lifted Olympia’s rump in one hand - showing modest effort in the exertion of holding aloft much of her bodyweight with the arm - and sliding the garment under her butt with the other, so that her hip were elevated, her groin higher and angled upward. <br><br>He let go the whip, and drew from a pants pocket a thing which might’ve been described as a curious, curving, small and blunt trident. Formed of a single solid piece of ivory, white with pink veins, it had a handle like a weapon, and three prongs facing in a similar direction, each of a different shape, curvature, and size; the center the largest. <br><br>The King swirled it down from Olympia’s lips over the hollow of her throat, made a figure eight about her breasts, then traced its rounded prongs down over her shredded slip. Between her legs, he gave a sudden tug to rip another bit of the helpless article of clothing, and the he swirled the object about the outer lips of her ladyflower.<br><br>With spiral motions he forced it inward: the center prong smoothly but decisively penetrated the queen’s vagina, the upper prong slid over the surface of her clitoris and the upper corners of her labia, and the lower one nudged stubbornly against the tight-puckered entrance of her anus.<br><br>Then the King gave a grunt and a shove, and Olympia’s rectum was penetrated by several inches of ivory shaped like a series of spherical bulges. The mother cylindrical vaginal prong rammed further still up her birth canal, and a series of small blunt nodules raked along her clitoris.<br><br>“Do not let it fall out,” the King let go. “Or I shall get more creative than a whip with my next punishment. Now, let us continue also the matter of pleasure.”<br><br>He tugged his pants down, and once past the bulges of his groin and quads they slid to the ground. He was already physically aroused, the metallic gold skin gleaming as it did across his physique, the erection grander in scope than the ivory thing he had already filled Olympia’s cunt with. <br><br>Although his eyes lingered for a moment on that cunt, he then smiled and looked upon her face. “Yes. That face. That face which has looked down on subjects and court for far too long. Now it shall look up into the face of He whom you serve, and you shall deliver pleasure.”<br><br>He put his knees upon the bed just to the left of her head, and cupped her around the scalp, tilting her head to make her face his erection, the glans hovering just before her lips. “Perform. Show your enthusiasm to serve and your skill. Do not disappoint.” His eyes cast to the floor where the whip lay, but then looked further on, as if his mind wandered through a menagerie of other possible punishments. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Finothing</strong> on <strong>21-04-2013, 23:13:20</strong>
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				How could the object not fill Olympia with deepest dread? Her breath caught as he teased her body with it. She stiffened and broke into a sweat. Terror took her form from quiet resolve to desperation. A tinge of desire mixed with her gasps when she was touched between the legs. <br><br>Perhaps this was only a test? To see if she was frigid or not?<br><br>"Ah!" the queen cried out as she was filled, unannounced with the trident. But the tears did not run until her ass was impaled and her already tight cunt was stabbed further. "Ah! Ple---" she stopped herself from pleading and squeezed her eyes shut. Her body had gone rigid from the pain, her torso shot up from where she was chained.<br><br>She blinked through tears, wincing with the pain from below her waist. Her teeth were bared in pain, brows knit with fear. Even then she could not help but notice his beauty. The King had disrobed. But he had not unmasked. Her head was tilted to face his hard cock. Her hot breath upon it, her mouth parted in both pain and obedience.<br><br>Olympia did not question or beg. Already pried open and chained, she had nothing left to lose so she took the cock into her mouth. At first she was slow, wetting it with her tongue. She tasted it with a patient surrender. She was still too frightened to meet his eyes again and the words he had used hurt her. It was not as though she had never pleasured a cock before. But he had made this into a degradation. To think of her court watching her used as a toy...<br><br>But soon Olympia was taking the King's cock into her mouth. She could not fit the whole thing in at first. She began to bob her head, the angle making it difficult but she managed. The King tasted splendid despite her humiliation and the pre-cum she welcomed eagerly enough for a slave. She breathed through her nose and started to attempt engulfing the whole cock. She was usually gifted in this pleasure-play, able to take a man to the back of her throat. But he was exceptionally big. Still, she tried and let out a soft sigh.
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				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>24-04-2013, 19:35:07</strong>
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				The King only nodded as Olympia took him into her mouth. For the first few minutes of her licking and sucking, he remained impassive. At length he murmured, “I had heard of your mastery of fellatio...not entirely unfounded, I see. Ah!” he rocked his head, and began a series of groans and grunts and grits of teeth. <br><br>Then he threw a leg to the far side of her, and straddling her head, he gripped her hair and began forcefully face-fucking the captured queen. At first his vigor was that of any horny male desiring the plunder of a convenient wet hole. But then it became something more; savage, punishing, brutal. He was fucking her mouth with the intent to pain, to humiliate, to make her gag and choke. 
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				Post by: <strong>Finothing</strong> on <strong>24-04-2013, 22:01:20</strong>
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				In other circumstances, Olympia would not care what one thought of her sexual abilities. But the way the man mentioned this...the nonchalance and coldness remarking on her skill at fellatio, somehow deflated the already defeated queen. But she continued as she had been ordered. Practical. Be strong, she told herself. She felt a small triumph when her captor began to moan and grunt at her efforts.<br><br>Without much warning, his leg was over her and his groin fully in her face. She braced herself as his hands seized her hair in fistfuls and her head was thrown back. The cock plunged to the back of her throat. Green eyes widened and breath rushed through her nostrils. A tiny gasp escaped as the thrusts grew more brutal. Before she knew it her body was panicking. She was made of stronger stuff than one who cried at a small humiliation. But this was quite different. Olympia began to choke, tears streaming from her eyes. If the king was not careful he could choke his new captive on his cock. It was large and reckless, fucking her face without regard. She began to weep in panic as she labored to breath under his thrusts. Her tight groin fastened around the device he had used to open her, her chest heaved with her effort to breathe and her eyes closed while her mind raced with thoughts she feared may be her last. 
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				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>26-04-2013, 03:18:00</strong>
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				Throughout his from-the-hip thrusting, the King seemed somewhere between indifferent to Olympia’s odyssian oral ordeal, and to take as much pleasure in her suffocating humiliating as he did from the pure physical sensation of his organ sliding against the wet fleshy surfaces within her mouth.<br><br>Finally he drew back - not out of mercy, but because he was cumming. Thick, sticky, saffron-scented ropes of ejaculate splashed and streaked across Olympia’s beautiful face, then the King shoved the ejaculate-expelling organ back into her mouth. He coated the surface of her tongue, and the roof and back of her throat, with the sticky, rich-tasting stuff, threatening to choke her again with a flow of fluid as generous as would have been the water-making of many a mere mortal. <br><br>Finally he drew back again, painting her face once more, and her throat and breasts. Olympia now looked as if some monstrous spider had shot its webbing across her countenance and decolletage. <br><br>“You may believe,” he grunted, hopping neatly to stand by the bed again, and walking to its foot, “that my release has earned you some respite, as a lesser man’s will and lust might slacken after. Not so here. I have had my way with your mouth and penetrated it to my satisfaction - for today - but I am not yet done enjoying and penetrating your body as a whole. Spread your legs...slave.”
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				Post by: <strong>Finothing</strong> on <strong>26-04-2013, 03:43:31</strong>
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				When he withdrew she caught her breath, but it was short-lived. He unloaded into her. The shot was so explosive that the queen coughed. He had so much to fill her with. She very nearly drowned. Her whole body tensed, cunt and hole squeezing on the trident inside her. Olympia shut her green eyes and felt the warm spray paint her face and cleavage, her throat and all of her mouth.<br><br>The fairy queen was is too much shock to do so much as lick her lips. She opened her eyes to catch his, tears glinting in her own. She wanted to scream. Instead she swallowed all the she could and ran her tongue over her lips, swallowing that seed as well. <br><br>This was not the time to disobey him. She had no doubt he could make this more of a Hell than it already was. Still trembling from the shock of nearly choking, she spread her legs. The pain from earlier had begun to numb. It was covered now with the physical sexual instinct. She was wet and opening. She kept her voice to herself. He had delivered his message that he would be a no-nonsense master. <br><br>But why? Why was he so mechanical about all of this? He had a beautiful, coveted queen tied up before him. Why was he still wearing his mask and still speaking as if this was somehow political. Diplomatic. Or procedural. What was he thinking?<br><br>Again, she looked at him as she obeyed, opening her legs for him and exposing her abused holes. She gulped but faced him. 
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				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>27-04-2013, 00:14:42</strong>
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				The King withdrew the trident from Olympia, discarding it without a glance. He climbed onto the foot of the bed, kneeling between her legs, which he grabbed in each hand. He spread her further, his hands deeply massaging her calf muscles, the motions strong, but delicate compared to his mannerisms up to this point. “Hmm,” he leaned over, biting and nibbling at her right calf, “You do have a certain..delectability.” He leaned forward, at once taking a nipple in his teeth, suckling and biting. “Why yes. Yes. This will more than do. We will explore this further once you are properly broken in.” <br><br>His upper body flew up vertically again, and his hips torqued forth. The cock which had so recently violated her mouth now lanced up her cunt like a battering ram before city gates. The motion was forceful, but the aim so perfect, and the shaft so slick from Olympia’s saliva, that it was smooth; the friction was not altogether terrible rough, although the sheer size caused the captive queen’s vaginal walls to stretch obscenely.<br><br>“Ahh, warm and wet and cozy as a glass-enclosed tropical garden. Time to harvest its fruit.” The King thrust, and then he thrust again. For a minute he appraised her face as if to gauge her reactions, and impose his will via unrelenting gaze, but then he grew almost absentminded, half-lidding his eyes, grunting, gritting his teeth, growling deeply like a well-fed bear. His mind seemed to drift inward to focus on the pleasure of feeling her cunt squeeze around his shaft, and he thrust, again, again, and yet again. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Finothing</strong> on <strong>27-04-2013, 01:29:21</strong>
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				The queen cried out when the trident was removed. She was gaping and prepared for him. She stared down at the King as he seized her legs. Despite herself, his massaging her calves caused a soft purr in her throat. She let her head fall back and rolled in on the pillow. His touch was suddenly so soft on her skin. The feel of his cock between her legs sent more warm waves of pleasure through her. <br><br>This was not bad...This was not bad at all. She even blushed a bit at his words, her eyes fluttering open. He was inside of her, the powerful cock growing again. Incredible! So soon!<br><br>"Oh..." she sighed. Her nipples were pert when he grabbed one. Teeth raking and mouth suckling...She was driven suddenly mad with desire for his cock. As it swelled inside of her and she stretched to accommodate his rod, the queen whimpered. It was a noise even her own ears were unaccustomed to. She sounded weak, small, helpless.<br><br>Her trappings all fell away. The situation was lost to her. All she knew in this moment was the pleasure. She threw her head back and gasped with each thrust. This time when she met his eyes, she almost smiled. Her expression was serene, rapturous. Her breasts bounced slightly with his powerful rutting. She wanted more. It was hitting her deepest pleasure spot. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Captive Fairy Queen (ff &amp; Finothing)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>01-05-2013, 02:45:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The King threw Olympia’s legs up onto his shoulders, and arched up, causing her butt to left from the bed. He drove in deeply, now letting the gravity of his weight bear down on her, hips slamming against hers, cock ramming cut. <br><br>He let a foot slide over the bed’s edge to the floor, and kicked the whip up. He snatched it out of the air, and coiled it twice around her ankles, then pulled her legs back over his head. Now her body was bent nearly double, her own feet in the air above her head. One mighty arm of the King’s held the coiled whip, and with the other, he soundly spanked Olympia’s elevated thighs and buttocks. <br><br>All the while, his eyes were captivated by those bouncing breasts of hers, and the King went so far as to lick his lips, and spit onto them, and onto her face; his manner was not like that of a man insulting another in the street, but like an animal marking its territory by bodily fluid and scent. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Captive Fairy Queen (ff &amp; Finothing)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Finothing</strong> on <strong>01-05-2013, 03:06:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The queen had only adjusted to his speed and thrusts when he elevated her further. She flushed and tightened around him as her body attempted to cling on. In a few moments, she was comfortable again. It showed itself in the way her toes curled and her fingers did the same in their chains. Her voice had begun to rise as he pounded into her most sensitive spot.<br><br>Out of what seemed thin air, there was the whip. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. This time she made no attempt to hide her awe with him. Ankles squeezed together and body gripping snug around the king's member, she cried out. Olympia was looking at her own feet. Spread open and used as she never had been before, utterly helpless.<br><br>After the second spank to her buttocks she cursed aloud, unable to hide the pleasure, pain and perplexity of the moment. Her torture at the hand of her rival and turned into a strange erotic ritual. The warm spit that painted her breasts and one of her cheeks reminded her that she was being claimed. Instead of fighting it she did something even she did not expect. She focused on her lower muscles and squeezed around him, embracing the pumping cock. If he would fuck her, then she would milk him of his seed. The animal instinct to collect the seed took over. <br><br>Her whimpers became grunts of need, her back arched slightly, her head falling back and her breasts elevated slightly higher as she was fucked. If he kept at his speed and power she would orgasm soon.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Captive Fairy Queen (ff &amp; Finothing)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>01-05-2013, 03:16:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The potent vaginal squeeze about the invading shaft sent the King overboard. He pulsated powerfully, even moreso than he had at her mouth, and despite that so-recent orgasm, the fruit of this was no less a harvest. His masculine milk flowed within and filled her, in jet after rapid jet, warm and sticky and even tingling like mint upon the tongue. <br><br>The King lifted Olympia’s hips yet further, and now placed each hand under a buttock, squeezing hard. “So much I have to give you. To do to you,” his voice was more emotive, but no less imperious than ever. “Be filled. Your world shall be filled by me now, where once there was but by compare naught but pale void.” <br><br>He slid out, let a single rope of cum shoot out, painting her from clit to belly button, and then thrust forth again: right between the cheeks of her uplifted buttocks. His cum-slick glans penetrated the tight-puckered orifice of her anus swiftly, despite the incredible tightness. The King gave out a thunderous groan as he felt the incredible pressure of shocking his cock deeper into a place where things of such mass were rarely meant to venture. And yet that made this violation all the sweeter for him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Captive Fairy Queen (ff &amp; Finothing)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Finothing</strong> on <strong>01-05-2013, 03:45:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Olympia keened a bit, triumph when he came. The cream filled her and hot streams, leaving a special sensation. She would later wonder what made it tingle so.<br><br>But she had not reached her peak and continued to whimper despite having been filled thoroughly. Strong hands cupped her buttocks and the fairy queen's eyes widened yet again. Her mouth was ajar as she watched him ram into her other hole. She screamed this time without holding back. Though he had stretched her with the trident, his cock was fatter than the device and her pucker only so wide. She was stuffed full by the thing.<br><br>"Y-y-you are..." she could not get the words out. "How?" she wondered aloud, almost pathetically. How could he go again, right after he had just pumped her full. <br><br>Her ass clenched tight around him whilst her body begged for orgasm. She was being pumped into yet again and despite the pain and current dislike for the man, she wanted more of his seed. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Captive Fairy Queen (ff &amp; Finothing)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>08-05-2013, 00:02:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“How?” the King’s grip of Olympia’s buttocks was iron-tight - and ostensibly to keep her hips elevated at a more convenient angle for this frontal anal assault, but with the added effect that it squeezed her butt and the rectal anal within, making the invasion of his phallus all the more excruciatingly tight. “With a lack of hesitation, with absence of self-doubt. I do not stop to think whether your ass can take me, I simply know that I want it, and so I take it, and it is left to the soft, tender flesh inside you to yield to hardness of girth. It is your place to accommodate me, slave, for your body to bear as much as it physically can.”<br><br>With every few words, he grunted and thrust again, roughly pounding his hips against hers, his organ striking upwards inside her anus like a sword. The only lubrication Olympia would get was the last few spurts of cum from the ejaculation during which he’d switched orifices, but now he was thrusting again, still fully erect, seemingly building up again. “I am going to stretch you. I am going to break you in. Your body and all its fuckholes are mine, and they will learn to love, to need, to crave Master’s presence and power.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Captive Fairy Queen (ff &amp; Finothing)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Finothing</strong> on <strong>08-05-2013, 03:47:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The chained queen's cries came with tears, streaming down her face, though she took his cock with some hopes for pleasure. The sheer size of it made her whole body hot with desire and lust for it. As if it could not consume enough of his seed. Meanwhile his words would not sink in until later. She tuned them out to focus on her own pleasure point. Through the pain of being plundered raw, his steady and ruthless thrusts were making her own juices leak. The flesh of her bottom squeezed so tightly around his penetrating...<br><br>Olympia screamed as she came, a small explosion in her chains. They rattled and her back arched, everything clenching shut. Her ass gripped the cock lovingly, trying to hold on to it as though it were a part of her own body.<br><br>When she came down from the orgasm she shut her eyes and allowed herself to be fucked mercilessly. There was a surreal calm to her now, an acceptance for her fate. For a few minutes, she would be able to exist without thinking about her fate. Only feeling, wanting, lusting.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Captive Fairy Queen (ff &amp; Finothing)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>14-05-2013, 04:08:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The King brushed his hand tenderly across the sides of Olympia’s face, his manner was tender, as if to encourage the potent throes of her orgasm, yet the brush of his knuckles seem to hint that he might strike her at any moment should she displease him, or if he felt like doing so for any reason at all.<br><br>Once her body landed in post-orgasmic slackness, the King gripped her tightly and fucked her just as he pleased, bouncing her like a rag doll, ramming her rectum with hundreds more unyielding thrusts. Finally, with a great grunt, he throbbed inside her, releasing a new wave of sticky seed. “All your orifices, my met, are mine forevermore...each will be ravaged thousands of times more in time to come...if you please me.”<br><br>“If not, you’ll be thrown to my men, clamped in stocks where any going by many fuck or strike you as he pleases. I do hope you continue to please me...and I’m sure you do too.”<br><br>He withdrew, slid his knees up alongside her left arm, and gripped the back of her head, yanking it up to his groin. “Look at how you’ve sullied me, dirty slut. Clean me off, before I beat it out of you.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Captive Fairy Queen (ff &amp; Finothing)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Finothing</strong> on <strong>14-05-2013, 05:32:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There were a few blissful moments of tenderness. Olympia held on to that. <br><br>Screams returned as the queen was rutted savagely in the ass. She was thrown and moved about on the end of his cock, panting and keening as he rammed her. At last that pumping of seed filled her bowels and Olympia threw her head back in satisfaction. She had orgasm and so had the king. Three times. An animal part of her was content that she had pleased her partner.<br><br>His words were not all unpleasant. They were rough and dirty but they were honest, curt, organized. Something about those qualities Olympia trusted. She gulped at the mention of failure and what could become of her. Her cheeks were still streaked with tears but her green eyes were resolved to be strong and listen. <br><br>Yet before she could nod her understanding, his groin was in her face again. Slightly sick with the idea and face flushed with the humiliation of it...Olympia stuck her tongue out and ran it along the spent shaft. She closed her eyes as she did so. She would be complete so that she did not have to repeat it for him. Instead of rushing, she licked it as if it were something else. She imagined a stick and ignored any smells or tastes as best she could. Perhaps the quick obedience would win her some reprieve. Perhaps sleep. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Captive Fairy Queen (ff &amp; Finothing)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>16-05-2013, 01:29:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As she cleaned his cock with her mouth, the King caressed Olympia’s scalp, his manner both patronizing and paternal. At length, his erection subsiding until the member hung low, he patted her cheek and said, “Your Master is sated. For now. Rest, that you might better perform when next you are desired.”<br><br>He took out parchment and quill and ink well from a desk, and set them upon it. "Your next task, a homework if you will, is, in my absence, to commit to writing oaths and confessions of your fealty and ownership; you will describe your loyalty, and of how and how much you wish to be used and enjoyed by your one true Master."<br><br>He went through his own discarded pants to find a key, with which he unchained her; then he departed, taking only the key, and the leash and collar formed from her former crown that he had shown her but not affixed. The door slammed, could be heard to lock, and then his heavy footsteps echoed away outside. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Captive Fairy Queen (ff &amp; Finothing)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Finothing</strong> on <strong>17-05-2013, 03:21:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Olympia's relief at his satisfaction was almost rapturous. After being degraded and fucked to the point of tears, all she longed for was sleep and privacy. Yet again, she found herself searching for an expression in his eyes. She nearly asked him a question, lips parting as he pulled away, but stopped herself. Silence was wiser.<br><br>The pen and paper nearly brought forth a wicked laughter from the King. Perhaps hysteria or perhaps bitterness would have brought the laughter but Olympia knew to stifle it. As the King left her unchained and covered in his seed, all she could do was stare into blank space.<br><br>More tears fell in quiet humility. How had she com to this end? The quill's tip gave her pause. Would it be sharp enough to end her life?<br><br>No! She pushed the very thought aside. She would not run. She must face her defeat. To run into the afterlife, would be the true loss. He could not have her will to live. Her body and perhaps, in time, her subordination. But not her will to live. She would likely produce children for him and therefor she would be a mother. That she would do with pride. Children would&nbsp; not disgrace her, even if at the hands of an enemy. Or a former enemy. Because now she was his.<br><br>But at the moment she was not able to pick up the quill and write. She was far too shaken. With the sheets, Olympia cleaned off what she could of his seed and lie down with heavy eyelids. She drifted into her exhaustion. <br><br>The sleep was riddled with dreams. Some of them unpleasant. Most were her thoughts and how she could possibly force herself to write down what he wanted. Her green eyes fluttered open as she determined herself to be honest. He would probably&nbsp; punish her again. But as a child she had been disciplined too, and it had only ever benefited her.<br><br>Olympia sat up with some pain. Her lower regions were still aching from the savage plundering and the quill shook her grip. Gulping, she set the quill to the paper.<br><br>"Your Majesty and Master," she began to write, cringing. "I shall not lie to you and say this is easy for me. Nor do I know why you must have this from me so early in your claiming. But you must have your reasons and I shall do my best at granting your wish and satisfying you again. <br><br>As your slave, I wish to bring you rapture that you will find nowhere else. I wish to please you as no other person or slave shall be able to. I wish and hope to give you many children with my body. I submit myself to you completely and to bend to your will until I am perfect in your eyes. I wish, also, to bring you comfort," she stopped, surprised at what she had written "and to make both my body and my entire person a safe place for you. As a free woman and a Queen, this is something I never had. If I cannot be the ruler queen I was before I wish to aid you in any way possible to be a supreme King. Please forgive me if this list is not yet satisfactory, as I am still learning. I want to"&nbsp; again she paused. She found this was the truth. For if she could not be dominant in the world, she wished to help build something dominant. She did not in any way like him as a person though she hoped she would learn soon to. She did, however, respect him. And she felt an almost animal attraction to his dominance. "be yours. I shall declare absolute obedience to you. Your humble slave." It took all of her courage to sign her name but Olympia had never been short of nerve and will power. <br><br>She signed it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Captive Fairy Queen (ff &amp; Finothing)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>23-05-2013, 04:43:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				All seasons pass, so too each day and night and all the more quickly. The light faded though the several windows of Olympia’s chamber - each too narrow for a person to wriggle through, likely by design, but enough in number to cast the chamber in rosy dusk hues.<br><br>When the bookend rose light of dawn again washed the chamber, its door opened with no knock . The visitor was not the King, far from it, but a female slightly shorter, and much less curvier, than Olympia. The girl’s age, despite the relative nudity of her lithe body, was indeterminate, with hard lines of experience but no sag of aging. <br><br>Her hair was a deep bloody scarlet and fell past her shoulderblades, her eyes hazel, her breasts modest in size but high and pert, her hips narrow but not boyishly so. Her stomach and limbs were all lean muscle, with faint crisscrossing lines as if she had been struck about with bamboo rods some days ago. <br><br>She wore only high heels matching her hair precisely, and platinum bands about her throat, wrists, and ankles, each band itself a circling knot of interlocking narrower bands, mere ribbons of metal, with many loops rising up about its circumference - presumably for the purpose of conveniently tethering their wearer to ropes or other things.&nbsp; <br><br>She carried a box of wood and gold, and kneeling, she set it down. “The King desires you should wear whatever is within this box. I know not what is, but I can help you don it if need be. This morning, you are to be paraded.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Captive Fairy Queen (ff &amp; Finothing)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Finothing</strong> on <strong>24-05-2013, 23:23:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Olympia had fallen asleep with hands crossed over her chest, the usual style she slept. Even in captivity she slept like royalty by habit. When she opened her eyes to the sight of the youthful slave she regarded the girl with inspection. She would have considered her still too young for a pleasure slave but old enough to work. She folded her legs and sat upon the bed, posture straight. Her ow n breasts remained held up proudly despite the previous night's abuses. By now the aching of her lower areas had ebbed. Not completely, for the king had been inordinately rough but nothing Olympia could not handle.<br><br>Her golden brows knit as the slave knelt before her with the ornate box. The girl's words did not shock her though annoyance was still clear in her voice. "I see. What is it he has sent to me to wear? Will it be painful, girl?"<br><br>She stretched down and lifted the box with some ease. She was stronger than she looked, after all. She unclenched the unlocked object and opened it slowly, bracing herself for what she might see.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Captive Fairy Queen (ff &amp; Finothing)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>25-05-2013, 02:38:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Let us see,” the girl shrugged, and craned her neck to see in as the box opened, to reveal....no clothing at all, per se, but accessories: a rather plain wooden collar, matching wrist and ankle cuffs, shoes made of some exotic leather with high heels of animal bone, and a length of rope.<br><br>“Ah,” said the girl, nodding with recognition painting her face. “I know what I am to do with the rope. Don the rest, unless you’d like me to affix it all to you.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Captive Fairy Queen (ff &amp; Finothing)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Finothing</strong> on <strong>27-05-2013, 04:15:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Olympia straightened up, her breath catching when she saw that there was nothing to wear. She picked up the ornaments and began to don them as she looked straight ahead. She could dress herself. There was no need to give up that much control over to another slave. At least not yet. Olympia would have to make herself accustom to the changes and leaping head first would make her crack and get herself killed or worst. Besides...this King needed some emotion in his rule. That much was obvious to her. <br><br>The cuffs and ankle pieces were fastened on and next she slipped into the heels. There was, now that she looked deeper into the box, small clamps for her nipples. She could not suppress her cringe then. She took them out and closed her eyes as she pinched one onto her right nipple. A jewel hung from it now. She did the second and handed the wooden collar to the slave girl. <br><br>"I am ready," she spoke with more authority than she had intended. It was not yet trained out of her voice. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Captive Fairy Queen (ff &amp; Finothing)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>30-05-2013, 03:33:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The redhead betrayed a look of piqued interest, even imperfectly suppressed arousal, as the clamps pinched upon the flesh of Olympia’s nipples. After the collar and cuffs were on, she set to work weaving the rope through all of them. The ankle cuffs were connected by a length of rope allowing walking but not long strides, with a knot halfway across, from which rose the rest of the rope, to connect the wrists similar to the ankles; thence the rope continued to the front of the collar, and lastly the redhead braided the rest of the rope into a leash longer than either of them was tall.<br><br>A leash she used to lead Olympia from the room then, going at a pace manageable despite the woman’s high heels and tethered legs. The palace was a labyrinth of expansive corridors of marble and glass, perhaps deliberately designed to overwhelm and bewilder the casual visitor and get them lost. The high walls were hung with tapestries of the hunt and almost every turn or corner seemed to host a beautiful statue - or several, conjoined in some erotic or sadomasochistic act. <br><br>Finally they came out of great double doors of some green-hued metal, into a courtyard garden with tiled paths of marble and blue lapis lazuli, running amidst loamy soil planted with exotic flowers and fruit trees.<br><br>The King sat bareback upon a coal-black stallion with fiery eyes. He wore silk black pants, and a many-color painted vest which flattered his muscular arms and what slice of chest was glimpsed. Still the silver mask guarded his face from under a head of antlers and flowing bronze hair.<br><br>The King’s stallion was flanked by four figures, clearly two of each gender, naked to the waist, in simple white skirts. The men were bald and bore swords; the women, bows, and flowing hair of honeyed or wooden hue. <br><br>The redhead quietly told Olympia, “If you need to refer to me when speaking to another, I am known as Aria...but in truth, I am nothing. I serve. As, now, do you.”<br><br>Without needing to be told to, she pulled the leash towards the King - but rather than taking it in his hand, his stallion clamped it in its teeth. <br><br>The King gestured to the far end of the walled courtyard, where a castle-style gate portcullis was raised, opening to a cobbled street which stretched away in the distance, flanked by fanciful architecture. Colorfully-dressed throngs lined the sidewalk, all peering back towards the gate and trying to spy within the courtyard.<br><br>“March.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Captive Fairy Queen (ff &amp; Finothing)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Finothing</strong> on <strong>31-05-2013, 04:22:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Olympia did not feel her nudity until she had left the twisting halls of the palace. The outside air hit her soft skin as the other servants and even the horse could observe her naked form. She only gave the servant girl no trouble for both their sakes. She was quite sure that later she would be beaten and humiliated again, there was little need for doubling the torment to another young slave who probably felt abuse so often it meant nothing.<br><br>When she saw that the King still wore that petulant mask-- what was he hiding?-- her green eyes widened again as she looked up into his face. But quickly she recalled that all of her body was nude, that eyes could take in her round buttocks and her ripe breasts as if she were a treat for everyone. Something she did not want to be. She lowered her head in submission. The horse biting the leash was a bit of a shock.<br><br>When ordered to march, the former-queen was not sure in what manner the King desired. So she lifted one leg and then the other, taking simple steps at first. Thanks to the heels, her walk was elegant whether she lifted her leg high or not. But as she progressed, she began to attempt an imitation of the way soldiers marched. It caused her nude body's lean form to stand out in the labor of the movement. But if he wanted marching, that was what she would give.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Captive Fairy Queen (ff &amp; Finothing)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>07-06-2013, 21:49:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The guards on foot flanking the mounted King snickered and catcalled at Olympia; the King did not seem to mind in the least, indeed he chuckled as boisterously as any, though he made no jests of his own. <br><br>They followed Olympia in a surreal, depraved procession, and soon enough had come out through the gates onto the cobblestone intersection, streets stretching in three directions, flanked by the castle walls and by earth-hued townhouses and brightly colored shopfronts.<br><br>“Wait,” the King commanded, and pointed to a small fountain in the intersection. It consisted of a simple marble ring, a pool of water within, from the center of which rose a mermaid statue, touching her own breasts and mermaid’s groin in a manner suggesting stimulation rather than modest covering. From her suggestively pursed lips issued a stream of water.<br><br>“Bend over the edge of the fountain.”&nbsp; <br><br>A great cheer went up from the colorful throng of citizenry lining the square and streets. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Captive Fairy Queen (ff &amp; Finothing)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Finothing</strong> on <strong>08-06-2013, 04:59:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Olympia kept the marching as best she could. The catcalls and the whistles, the mockery and degradation boiled her blood almost to a breaking point. She thought of tearing the nipple clippings off and summoning her power to teach these infidels what was and was not appropriate.<br><br>Of course, then the thought came over her. She was not their queen. This was perfectly appropriate for them. Her muscles tensed. Her eyes kept straight head, brows knitted in her anger but she said nothing. Eyes were raking over her exposed buttocks and clamped nipples, and feeling "exposed" was not a good enough term to describe how she felt. Not even nude. But "naked" and "stripped." She flushed a bright crimson by the time they reached the fountain.<br><br>She admired the sculpture for its realism and was using her concentration to block out the noises around her. But they cut deep. It was like being raped all over again, in a different way. She could have collapsed on her knees to weep. <br><br>The King's words reached her ears. Again, her muscles tensed. <br><br>She imagined ripping his mask off and cursing his face by burning. Of severing off his manhood slowly so that he felt each inch of the butcher knife.<br><br>But she took a step towards the fountain. Her head was hung low, golden hair concealing her face. She reached it and shut her eyes.<br><br>This did not make her weak. She was adapting to her new role. She was not weak. She kept reminding herself. Very slowly, she began to bend over. It hurt her back, she was so tense but she soon was bent completely over for the King and all those watching. Eyes were on her offered up buttocks and womanhood and she practically felt it. Like a bitch in heat.
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