Crown to Collar (Sub Abi & Delirium147)
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				Title: <strong>Crown to Collar (Sub Abi &amp; Delirium147)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sub Abi</strong> on <strong>11-04-2016, 17:47:41</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=34498">Quote from: Delirium147 on 11-04-2016, 15:47:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Things were going smoothly and proceeding according to plan. The wheels were turning, pieces slotting into place like a grand puzzle. Orso had dressed to receive the Queen of Sartha, which meant he wore black leathers with silver threads running through the heavy garbs, expensive crimson sashes completing the attire. His lightsaber, adorned with ivory reliefs, hung from his thick belt. A gold band rested on his temples, denoting his rank among his people. He was, after all, not just an exiled sith, but also Sith, for he was one of the purebloods. His ancestors had fled Korriban and Ziost, running from the Republican onslaught. The thought alone filled him with malice and anger, emotions he fed from. Emotions he welcomed like old friends. Chased from their homes, Orso’s forebears had crash-landed on this remote planet and wrested control over half of it from the Sarthans. He was the most recent in a line of conquering warlords, and the first one to have united the fractious Sith kingdoms under his sole rule. Their infighting had been the salvation of Sartha’s people, but now under Orso’s leadership the warlike Sith descendants presented a united front against the nation that covered half of the planet.<br><br>This had brought him great joy and satisfaction, though there was an ever-present hunger. A thirst for further conquest that could not be sated. Orso stood in the centre of the dimly lit room, and eyed the hissing doors from under his brooding brow. Hakon, his captured minion, had entered through it in the wake of an exquisite woman. Her name was Anora, Queen of Sartha and his most bitter enemy though he knew not whether she was smart enough to realise it. Hakon had been scouting the Sarthan defences when he had been taken captive. King Orso had claimed he wanted to bargain for his release.<br><br>Sarthans were notoriously greedy and proud, vices Orso was looking to turn against them. He would take Anora’s kingdom, enslave its people and turn its strength and resources to his own purposes. They had to be liberated from their pitiful views and ideas of equality. First, he would start with this marvellous specimen... "Welcome, your Grace. I thank you for answering my request for a meeting." Orso’s voice was deep and warm, with a hint of steel in it but soothing like velvet at the same time. A voice used to giving commands and boiling with authority. "I thank you for it." The pureblood sucked in some air and with a flick of his hand turned the lights on a little further to allow for a more visible environment. After all, he wanted to inspect what he would be working with – like a sculptor getting the measure of a rough piece of stone he would take his chisel and hammer to.<br><br>"I trust your journey has not proven to be too arduous? Your beauty has been unaffected, believe me." Orso’s eyes were of a golden hue, with an intense corona of crimson around the black iris. They were unmistakably the eyes of a predator, which he now let wander over the Sarthan woman's body. "Sadly I cannot say the same thing of your husband, Prince-Consort Marek." The first of many torments, Orso thought, relishing the flicker of fear that passed over his guest’s face.<br><br>The sith king approached the princess and bowed slightly, the gesture hovering between a genuine obeisance and mockery. He marshalled the Force. As he did so, the metal encasing his creature Hakon sprung apart, releasing him. They had taken him prisoner, and now he would return the favour... with interest. "Would you care for refreshments?" By now his guards would have overpowered the luxurious ship's crew and small armed escort that this royal 'guest' had brought with her.<br><br>"Oh my," Hakon said, his voice strangely high. It seemed very out of place for a man of his size, and only helped to fuel the air of superiority that was contracting around his lord and master, Orso. "She's an impolite little cretin, isn't she?" He placed his huge bulk between the Queen and the doorway. “Nothing to say, your Grace?”<br><br>Orso relished in her wrecking nerves. She was getting anxious, frightful even perhaps. Using the dark side of the force, he released an aura of dread into the room as if it was shrinking with the second. Again his eyes darted over her frame, drinking in her curvy silhouette. "What's the matter?" He let his 's' linger and rolled the 'r' gratuitously. "Never seen one of my kind before?" A flash came over his eyes as he stepped in, closer to her. Sweetly scented perfume emanated from her caramel coloured skin, which he appreciated greatly. She had gone through a lot of trouble, it seemed, which flattered him. Orso, a ruler of renown, was a vain person after all, accustomed to the vestments of power.<br><br>"The prince-consort is confined for his own safety," Orso informed his prey as he took a step to her left, bringing his bulky frame at her height. The princess took a step back and the Sith-King followed suit. "Don't be alarmed. We are all friends here," he said as he offered her his most dashing smile. In spite of his alien appearance, crimson skin and raven hair, Orso was a handsome specimen who exuded power and strength. "And as you say, Queen Anora, we had a deal. However, it is my prerogative to make amends to it, won't you say?" He placed his index finger under her chin and cupped it with his thumb so he could peer into the dark pools that were the Sarthan's eyes. They were wide with fear and alarm.<br><br>"You will meet him in good time, Anora. I can promise you this. After we get back to your palace. I heard it is the most magnificent building on the planet." Then he let his raspy tongue slither along her soft, warm cheek. Using the force he had restrained her arms beside her generous body, until Hakon had come up and grabbed her by the wrists. Another man, dressed in an anonymous grey uniform manifested in the shadows and put a shock collar around the Queen’s delicate neck. Upon closer inspection, the collar had been crafted with great care and rendered in gold and silver. The untrained eye would mistake it for a beautiful necklace, and not a device that could shock its wearer should she try to escape.<br><br>"Now," Orso cooed in her ear where a big red ruby sparkled. Hakon yanked the golden hairpiece from the Sarthan Queen, sending pearls and other gemstones flying and her dark hair cascading down. "bow low your pretty face, you stand before a head crowned." The sith exerted the faintest suggestion of her knees weakening, just to send the right message. “Then tell your staff they should expect guests at the palace. After all, you are a most generous host, no? Your dear husband Marek will be given a tour of my grand kingdom on a 'diplomatic' mission. But he shall return home soon enough, my little one.”<br><br>He waved his big red hand in front of her face, making her eyes fog over. Upon their arrival at the Sarthan palace, she would misremember what had exactly happened. Anore would considere the collar a gift, and be unaware of its true nature or that of King Orso for that matter. Her memory would tell her he had been a gracious host, and that the peace conference had been a success, a political triumph that would ensure peace and stability during her rule. The delegation led by her colleague was welcome at her palace, and she would be more than happy to celebrate the treaty they had signed here. Orso implanted the notion that they were friends in Anora's mind, but also sowed the seed for her fear and devotion to him. It would sprout in time. Patience was a fearsome weapon.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The planet had been a peaceful and prosperous paradise before HE arrived here, little was actually know to the Sith Warlord who now ruled fifty percent of the planet, those who saw him rarely lived to tell the tale.&nbsp; It was a small miracle that the Sarthan’s sci-mages had been able to construct the wall that successfully halted Lord Orso’s war machine. Since then the planet had been one of two halves, Queen Anora was the benevolent ruler of the half left in control of the Sarthan’s. I millennia old egalitarian civilisation built upon the principles of freedom, equality, tolerance, transparency and accountability. On the other side of the wall? Well very little was known few who ever ventured there came back alive and those that did told stories of depravity, war mongering and female slavery. However it was the duty of the Queen to maintain the careful balance of power and try to resolve their differences diplomacy, which was why this facility had been build on the board of their two realms. It was rare of Lord Orso to call a meeting and even rare for him to attend in person, indeed the Queen had never met the despot in the flesh. However she had something he wanted, one of his spies had been captured and it appeared the dark lord wanted him back.<br><br>Wearing her flowing ceremonial dress in white and gold she swept into the room head held high, her jet black hair tied up on her head in an ornate headdress of precious stones and metals. She was tall, athletic, a talented sports woman and formidable figure but in comparison with her adversary petite and fragile. She tried not to be shocked by the imposing figure of Lord Orso, he was a good foot taller than she expected and almost as much wider. Behind her followed her person guard and the wretched creature know as Hakon. <br><br>"Welcome, your Grace. I thank you for answering my request for a meeting.” he opened his voice deep and warm but also foreboding, threatening and authoritarian&nbsp; He’s dark piercing eyes darted about her body as she defiantly stared up at him as he continued with meaningless pleasantries. Her eye brow raised as he took a swipe at her husband, clearly his spies had gathered some information on her and her court. Prince-Consort Marek was a her soul mate, where she was hard and firm he was caring and kind, where she was cold and ridged he was warm and flexible, the complimented each other perfectly, but it was true many, on both sides of the wall, saw him as her pet rather than her husband. <br><br>“Lord Orso I have brought your spy, I gather you would like to negotiate his release?” She says calmly as he draws closer and smiling waved a hand, suddenly Hakon’s harness sprung apart and fell clattering to the floor. She spun around her guards look at her in confusion, she spun back to face him “Ah one of your famous Sith tricks, we have magicians in our courts too” she said mockingly hiding her concern. <br>&nbsp;<br>"She's an impolite little cretin, isn't she?” The Lord said moving between her and the door, she looked at her guard a look of terror on their faces as they realised they been struck dumb and rooted to the spot. “what is the meaning of this!” she gasped seeing her guards in distress, she backs away from his imposing and genuinely fearsome figure “release my guards right now!” she barked.<br><br>"What's the matter? Never seen one of my kind before?” he growled stepping closer , standing over her, his musky aroma filling her nostrils."The prince-consort is confined for his own safety,” he told her "Don't be alarmed. We are all friends here," he said mockingly. <br><br>“you…you…will release my men, you will release my husband and you will let us leave, do not expect us to extend such hospitality again” se said strongly as she could, voice quivering in fear.&nbsp; He grinned widely and lifted her royal chin with his thick warm finger “you will NOT touch me” she said in outrage but he gripped her firmly preventing her from pulling away and he continue to lecture her. She cringed as his tongue slithered across her cheek leaving a tingling warm sensation behind. Suddenly her arms were pinned to her sides, her eyes wide in fear as she struggled to move “you…wont get…away with this!" she gasped in panic. <br><br>Click the collar snapped lcosed around her neck “AHHH release me now!: she yelped. <br><br>Now,” Orso said slyly as she felt the Sith technology take hold, he tugged away her headpiece dashing it in pieces on the floor, her raven hair falling down over her face and shoulders.&nbsp; "bow low your pretty face, you stand before a head crowned.” he said darly and she whimpered as her head was forced to bow, her knees weakening.&nbsp; “…r…r….reee…releaaseee me…”” she gasps as he talks at her. With a wave of his hand she black out…..<br><br>The queen's he'd lightly nods due to turbulence, she looks up vacantly, what had she been thinking? Why did see feel like shelf forgotten something? She looked to her left in her royal transport to see Lord Orso sat across from her, they'd successfully negotiated a truce, she should be over joyed but something just didn't feel right, after all the atrocities he'd committed against her people how could she trust him? what had she agreed? what was she bring him and his men yo her palace? where was her husband? It didn't add up but for some elusive reason she was unable to articulate it. She chose to keep silent as she tried to piece together the events that had lead them too this point, so foggy were they in her brain. <br><br>By the time her transport touched down amount the pearly white towers her capital city she had uncomfortably accepted that maybe she had misjudged Lord Orso, a lot about him was shrouded in mystery, their war had been a long and bloody one but couple she prove he was sold responsible? Her mind was so clouded with doubt, the only thing that seemed clear to her was that peace, however uncomfortable had to be the way forward. It's what her beloved Marek would say, she had a vague recollection of him accompanying her to this meeting but he was nowhere to be seen on the transport, could she have been mistake about that too?<br><br>As they prepared to disembark she collected her thoughts, in the hear and now this was a great day, the two halves of her planet finally at peace. Lord Orso may or may not be a monster but they had an agreement and he deserved her hospitality, even if she couldn't quite put her finger on how they had come to that agreement. She walked ahead of the Sith Lord down the landing ramp to a unit of of her royal guard, upon seeing the hulking brute decent the ramp behind her they raised their weapons. "Lower you weapons Lord Orso comes in piece" she ordered, there was some hesitation but they dutifully obeyed. A number of perplexed and worried looks were exchanged between her troops, aides and advisers but they knew better than to question their Queen. With some trepidation her aides went about seeing to the Lords needs as she approached the confused crowds of people who had come out to great her&nbsp; "It is a momentous day! Lord Orso and I have negotiate peace between our realms, we are not longer at war. It is a day to rejoice!" she told them not entirely sure of it herself, the crowd were silent for a moment while they tried to understand the impossible before they erupted into cheating and applause sure their their Queen had their best interests protected. She smiled and thanks them before turning the palace her new ally close behind her. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=34498">Quote from: Delirium147 on 11-04-2016, 15:47:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The gleaming transport soared through the air as if it were a leaf on the wind – far more graceful than anything his own engineers could manufacture. The Sith Kingdom might be a military powerhouse, but it lacked the sophistication and high culture of the Sarthan Queendom. It prioritised strength and the acquisition of power, not the artistic grandeur that Anora’s people aspired to. Orso descended from the slender vessel, casting his golden eyes over the ivory towers that dominated Sartha’s skyline. They would all come tumbling down soon enough, he thought gleefully as he treated the overzealous militiamen to one of his sickening smiles.<br><br>Anora ordered them to lower their arms, dutifully. His influence over her mind was still fresh, and though he did not intervene directly, the notions and ideas of her extending friendship and respect to Orso and his companions still held firm. Of course, she still had full control over her mental capacities, he had merely ‘coloured’ her memories into a darker shade that was more to his liking. The troops complied with their queen’s orders, the captain nevertheless muttering something. Orso leaned in towards his trusted agent. “Watch that one, Hakon. Watch everyone. We are a long way from home for now, and while my honour guard is formidable, we are in the heart of Sartha.” Help would be long in coming if they ran afoul, though the Sith King trusted in his command over the Force.<br><br>Orso placed a big hand on Anora’s shoulder, his own crimson flesh contrasting with her caramel rich hue not simply in colour, but also in smoothness. His palm was coarse, calloused from years of warfare while hers was soft as velvet. Undoubtedly she had an army of servants to treat her royal body with wholesome and enriching oils. “Indeed, a diplomatic triumph for both our nations. Your Queen did well, and I am proud of her,” he lauded her, gently tapping her shoulder. Yes, good little puppy.&nbsp; Orso then let his rough hand slid down her back, along silken skin and fabric to rest on her hip.<br><br>Thus, his hands on her as a clouded sign of ownership, they crossed the long walkway towards the Sarthan Palace. To either side of the strip, crowds had gathered to cheer for their queen, though he noted some surprise among the throng of people when he maintained the physical contact for longer than was proper. Orso bowed his head ever so slightly, grinning at Anora. “Thank you once again for your hospitality and invitation. I look forward to my stay here.” They were admitted into the palace proper, and a group of aides and grooms rushed forth to tend to the luxury yacht and Orso’s baggage. “It also pleases me greatly,” he said ever so charmingly, “that you enjoy the gift I bestowed on you.” A thick finger hooked under her collar-necklace and gave it a playful tug. “You do love it, do you not, Anora my dear?”<br><br>They had been pointed towards one of the many opulent rooms of the palace where they could take refreshments and have a seat. A few courtiers attended them, but kept a respectful distance.<br><br>Hakon ushered in a duo of Sarthan grooms carrying a heavy durasteel chest with Sith symbols engraved upon it. His master noticed and snapped his fingers sharply. “As proof of my continuing devotion and gratitude to our treaty, please accept another present of ours.” The lid of the strongbox slid hissing open, on his wordless command, revealing rows of cooled bottles. “From my estates,” Orso declared, letting go of the collar. He made sure to leave her with a sense of desire carefully manipulated with his control over the dark side of the force, which granted him mastery over passion. Picking up one of the bottles, he gave it a deep, hungry glance – the same he had been giving the beautiful, stately queen. Then, he presented it to her, the dark liquid swirling inside. It was such a dark shade of red so it almost looked black or blue, but at the same time seemed to emanate with light. “It is a fortified wine, its true name quite unpronounceable but a delicacy I assure you. Perhaps you know it as Honeywine. I shan’t bore you with the details of its production.”<br><br>A second chest containing the dark, powerful liquor was being carried up as well. “Bring it to her Highness’ personal cellars. A gift from King Orso, and the queen is very keen on it,” Hakon said smartly. Then, he inched backwards with a polite bow before his glaring master.<br><br>Orso watched the magnificent, if slightly distant queen with interest. “Would you care for a taste now or perhaps later? What did her Majesty have in mind for the remainder of the day?” His voice was low but rang with authority, resonating with power that would hopefully touch Anora’s trembling core. She was a skilled politician, Orso knew, but he also knew that his mere presence was intoxicating and continuously assailing her force-induced waves of seduction.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>As they walked towards the palace she felt the weight of a huge rough hand on her shoulder and he bend over to her level to whisper into her ear. Her guards and aides watched cautiously. It was indeed unheard of to be so casually intimate with the queen but Anora gave them a nod to indicate not action was required from them, even if she herself felt uneasy with her long time enemy hand on her pampered frame,&nbsp; “Indeed, a diplomatic triumph for both our nations. Your Queen did well, and I am proud of her,” he talked down to her as if a pet "My Lord please it is not customers to touch royalty her, and even less to talk down to them, your are my guest but please do not think you may treat anyone here as you would at home" she warned him.<br><br>He started at to her horror not only ignored her warning but slide his hand down her band and into a guiding position oh her hip, it was both outrageous but not totally alien to Anora. Indeed stubborn confidence was something she knew only too well and as disgusted by him as she was she would not allow herself to loose face by showing him she was perturbed by it, “Thank you once again for your hospitality and invitation. I look forward to my stay here.” he said and she had a flash of memory of her head dress spilling on the floor, of his make like tongue on her cheek "i...did..." she gasped in slight confusion, his hand dropped her hip tighter and she felt a strange sensation deep in her loins. <br><br>Once inside the palace they made their way towards the a hall where an imitate but luxurious banquet was hurriedly being prepared. The hulking red giant bowed over the pete queen and continued to speak to her in deep warm tones “It also pleases me greatly, that you enjoy the gift I bestowed on you.” his arm curled around her neck causing a number of eyebrows to be raised, the Queen felt deeply uncomfortable but also oddly powerless to stop him as he tugged on her necklace, she felt confused not being able to remember ir being placed around her neck&nbsp; “You do love it, do you not, Anora my dear?”<br><br>"i..i...i...love it?" she said confused her words forced, "m...m...my lord"<br><br>Confused and slightly dazed by her las sentence they entered the hall a number of courtiers attended them, Helping Anora off with her gown revealing an exquisitely tailor dress both regal and beautiful in design. She Sat in her throne as Lord Orso took a seat in the chair next to her usually reserved for her husband "i..my lord...you..erm" he made a face that seemed to stop her protest dead and she blushed and waved away the guards that moved to challenge him. <br><br>She watched feeling quite scared and confused at her apparent powerlessness to assert her authority as her former prisoner Hakon ushered a number of her staff carrying a heavy durasteel chest with Sith symbols engraved upon it. This seemed to catch the Sith Lords eye as he rose from his seat and snapped his fingers p[resenting the box as a gift to the Queen and her people. Inside there behind a cooling misty there were a number of bottles he ran his ginger along the colour around the speechless Queens neck before lunging forward to grab a bottle from Hakon's outstretched hand, he looked at it loonily as if a prized possession before presenting to her. She lent forward in her throne to look at the dark almost black swirling liquid, it seemed to glisten and throb darkly. “It is a fortified wine, it's true name quite unpronounceable but a delicacy I assure you. Perhaps you know it as Honeywine. I shan’t bore you with the details of its production.” he told her.<br><br>She liked at his hard stern face "it...it is not befitting of a quite to drink such things...our...our friendship is but young you'll understand if I wish to remain in full control of my facilities" she said by means of a refusal. <br><br>He grinned and snapped the neck of the bottle of like it were made of brittle candy, "of course but you will humour me with at least a taste" his words were less a request and more an order, and order she felt completed to obey as he poured the dark liquid into a goblet and lifted it to her delicate full lips. She apprehensively allowed the warm liquid to fill her mouth and slowly swallowed feeling the thick substance coat the inside of her throat causing a warm tingling sensation that spread through out her body "oh...my" she gasped as the warm found its way to her most intimate areas and brought about a shameful and immediate throbbing arousal. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crown to Collar (Sub Abi &amp; Delirium147)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium147</strong> on <strong>13-04-2016, 19:05:20</strong>
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				<em>Oh my indeed</em>, Orso thought as the special wine slipped past the queen's lips. "Here," he persevered, filling up another small portion. "I see you like it, have another." This time he held her head so that when she let it fall back while downing the rich drink, it would fit his large hand. Queen Anora would feel envigorated by the concoction. Her veins would widen, her blood run thick with arousal and excitement. Long term though, it would make her more pliant, eager to please. Physically then, it would render her body luscious and nimble, her skin softer than sin and shine - more flexible than she had been before, stronger than she had been before, even curvier than she was. Her anatomy would be altered to make her the apex of feminine characteristics. It would fill her out nicely and make her body strong enough to weather the treatment the Sith King wanted her to enjoy. He was a violent and powerful individual, it would be necessary for her constitution to be strengthened in order to endure his affections. Past a certain point, it would make her crave constant touching, her body in a permanent state of arousal.<br><br>The components and chemicals in the dark wine had taken him years to refine and produce, but after she had those first few sips, Orso knew it was not in vain. Gradually, she would consume more and more of it, for simply one drop was enough to spark a need for it, a hankering. As well it should be, for it had been reinforced with his own essence and sith magic. "Bring the rest of it to her Majesty's personal stash." Hakon had already said it, but only now (with a weak nod of Anora) did the palace staff comply. Orso's agent followed the boxes, he would make sure that they reached their destination safely. She would need an easy and steady supply of it.<br><br>The more of his Sith wine that she imbibed, the more malleable and corrupted she became. Inhibitions would be eroded, as would her moral framework until only the deep, primitive nature of her species and sex would remain. The consumption was necessary for her training, for Orso's plan to take over Sarthan from within. "Now then," Orso cooed. He placed down the glass which was stained blue by the addictive substance. "Who is hungry?"<br><br>The servants had laden the tables with extensive platters of food, and upon the Queen's words and Orso's encouragements the courtiers that had watched the exchange with interest approached for the ceremonial dinner. During eating, his hands were on her all time. The physical contact and dark side of the force he executed would imprint in her his superiority. She owed her allegiance to him was the eventual thought that she was to arrive on during her training. He was more than just her master, Orso was her God. Above all of their heads -for he was taller than any of the Sarthans- King Orso loomed, paying only the minimal of respect to his host's customs. After having eaten half of what seemed to be a collection of roast meat, the towering red-skinned Sith started to feed the queen small bites of food with his fingers. "Open wide, dear," he commanded. By now, the wine would have made her head swim - or so he hoped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crown to Collar (Sub Abi &amp; Delirium147)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sub Abi</strong> on <strong>14-04-2016, 11:13:44</strong>
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				Anora's eyes widened as the dark warlords hand slipped around the back of her delicate head easing her neck back to pour more of the intoxicating liquid down her throat. It was dawning on her that he was manipulating her, using the strange magical powers he was said to have to make her malleable and drop her guard. <br><br>She weakly raised a hand and pushes away the goblet after taking several deep gulps of the wine "please my lord, I've had enough thank you" she said feeling intoxicated and strange as she shrunk away into her throne. The wine was thick, sweet and morish, she licked her lips but resisted the urge to drink more, "i...i...do not think such things are good for my constitutiooooon" her words called of into a moan as she felt her body seemly throb and swell inside. <br><br>Lord Orso smiled and turned towards her staff "Bring the rest of it to her Majesty's personal stash." they looked to their queen for an answer she was flushed, fighting an internal battle with her own body and weakly nodded in agreement. They bowed and dutifully carried the cases aways, Orso's own agent following. The dark lord turns back to Anora upon her face a crooked grin starts to form, he tilts the bottle to her lips and she gulps down the addictive liquid hungrily. <br><br>"Now then "Who is hungry?" he declares standing tall before the court exerting his control of proceedings. I offers Anora his hand and she takes it standing to join him. her body is humming with arousal and excitement that she struggles to contain, her royal robes feel tighter around the chest and hips as she steps down from her throne towards the tables. "where...where is my husband?" she asked in confusion, but he simply chucked and handed her a plate of food he had selected, his hand slipping around her waist and resting on her buttocks. She knew deep down this was all terribly terribly wrong but she was powerless to stop it, she felt like a passenger in her own body.<br><br>"Open wide, dear," he commanded and she obeyed, he poured more wine down her throat and she felt her loins catch aflame. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crown to Collar (Sub Abi &amp; Delirium147)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium147</strong> on <strong>18-04-2016, 16:57:10</strong>
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				Orso watched his Sith brew take effect on the Sarthan Queen with great enjoyment. Steadily it would whittle down her trademark stubbornness and resolve to the point where she would look to him for guidance in everything. Her ability to decide independently of him would be gradually eroded, until her rule and authority was nothing more but a hollowed out husk. Turned into his and the nation’s plaything, Orso would rule the entirety of the planet. Well, Anora would be by his side, sparkling and magnificent, but he she would be on her knees tethered to a leash that he held.<br><br>Anora’s skin burnt under his crimson touch, and he led her to the long carefully laid out table. A murmur swept through the throng of her courtiers as they watched her paraded towards her seat on the arm of a foreign warlord-king. The red-skinned giant and his race had been their age-old enemy, and now he was in the royal palace itself acting as if he owned the place. Worse yet, Orso knew they thought, their queen was indulging his arrogance and seemingly undecided whether she was upset or loving it.<br><br>What a scandal it would be if the Sith took the seat beside their queen always reserved for her consort! Again hushed whispers flared up. Where was he? Where was her husband Marek? He was on some tour of the Sith lands, some claimed but there was a lot of uncertainty about it all and it made the Sarthans anxious. Orso and Anora approached the great chair that looked more like a throne. Then gasps and shouts rang out.<br><br>Orso smiled as he sat down in the throne-like seat that obviously belonged to the queen. She looked at him puzzled, a weak smile flickering on her lips as if it wanted to show itself but was too fragile as yet. The Sith King pulled her onto his lap, enjoying the soft feeling of her round behind nestling in his groin for the court to see. He then treated them to a dangerous look, shutting them up, daring them to protest. Meanwhile, his member was hardening against her curvaceous ass, it in turn nestling between her full cheeks.<br><br>“More wine for the queen!” His voice boomed out and a groom rushed forth to fill up a caged glass. One of the courtiers stepped forward as well, sketching a bow.<br><br>“Perhaps enough wine for the evening, my Queen.” He watched the empty chair of her consort Marek, then looked back at the pair. “Your Highness, surely, this is not the proper way for you to-”<br><br>Orso cut him off with his big fist thumping on the tabletop. “You dare lecture your queen?”<br><br>The man straightened his back, glaring at the Sith. “It is unheard of, your Grace, for her Royal Highness to be put in this… position.”<br><br>Orso gave her buttocks a gentle squeeze and reclined. The great Sith glowered at the courageous – or stupid perhaps – courtier, taking in her scent. Already he could smell the honeywine coalescing inside of her, corrupting her slowly from the inside, making her crave more and more of it. Soon enough she would be dependent on it, and thus dependent on Orso.<br><br>“What do you thing, kitten?” Orso asked Queen Anora.<br><br>She stared at him, seemingly wanting to say something, protest. She tried to shake off the wine’s effects and his hold over her, take back the reins but once a boulder starts falling down a mountainside it is practically impossible to stop the rocky avalanche from running its course. Her voice was a whimper. “I agree with you, my gracious lord, my king.”<br><br>“Exactly.” Orso grinned wickedly at the now defeated courtier. Cold sweat was beading on his forehead, he saw. “Guards, escort this man out and put him in the stocks. Let it be known he offended me and her Majesty.” The public would be hearing quite a different sort of scandal than the court had witnessed. Anora nodded her consent, and the royal guardsmen moved forward to take the perpetrator into custody.<br><br>“Excellently dealt with, my beautiful pup,” he cooed, letting his lips brush at her soft, smooth neck. “You did so, so well. I am very proud of you.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crown to Collar (Sub Abi &amp; Delirium147)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sub Abi</strong> on <strong>22-04-2016, 11:54:12</strong>
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				Anora’s eye widened and she watched her once most feared and hated enemy outrageously slip back into her royal seat at the table "i..i...you..." a nervous and confused smile seemed to spread across her face like a uncontrollable virus. This was in insult of the highest order, that seat was only ever to be sat in by the ruler of these lands, it was hers and hers alone, the correct thing to do was to order her guard to haul him away but she felt mentally constrained, physically intoxicated and sexually aroused. Her eyes softened as she gazed up on the mountain of a man that sat before her, his glistening and pulsating red flesh exposed here and there she found herself wondering if he were like that all over and blushed. Internally she struggled to control herself but it was like she was watching herself from outside her own body unable to intervene.<br><br>The warlord seemed to take her indecision and lack of formal protest as her consent to take her wrist in his giant hand and guide her up onto his lap, her buttocks landing on his warm thighs and confused and embarrassed expression crossing her face once the bare flesh of her thighs touched his and instantly throbbed with warmth and arousal. She heard gasps and murmurs from court in response to this most unseemly display. She felt her face turn red as she was brought low but unable to do anything about it, her mind dulled, her body filled with a base carnal need for contact with this monster, she could think of nothing else but pleasing him. He wrapped a thick muscular arm around her waist and pulled her closer see gasped as her bare arms touched his, it was almost like electricity crackle between them and caused over her body finally nestling between her legs. “More wine for the queen!” His demand in a booming voice. "yeessss...ppleeease" she groaned feeling herself loose control completely. <br><br>She limply held the goblet as a groom sheepishly filled it, lowering his eyes from her, he knew this was wrong, it was unbecoming of a queen it was quite out of character for her, but it was not his place to question his monarch. Thankfully Hendricks one of her most trusted courtiers had no such qualms about raising his concerns "Ahem.. Perhaps enough wine for the evening, my Queen." He said firmly but politely, Hendricks had been like a father to her, serving her family as one of her aides since she was a child, many time he had questioned and played devils advocate to her decisions, he was he closest most valued aide. <br><br>"i...ughhh..i....perhaps.." she managed to stutter regaining a small amount of lucidity. Orso broke her struggling concentration with a loud bang as his fist hit the table causing the plates, food, cutlery , glass and bottles to jump, clatter and break. She looked up at her new master and he glared down at her, she gelt her sex throb, her chest swell "i...what should I do?" she whimpered. <br><br>You dare lecture your queen?” he boomed, she lowered head her expression now one of scorn towards her clearly insubordinate aide. her proximity to Orso was corrupting her, the longer she sat there in his hot lap the less she remembered who or what she was, her body seemed to be swelling a little under her clothes, her nipples becoming hard and erect, her sex wet and warm her mind filled with filthy notions. She could feel his throbing member between her buttocks and with each throb her sex seemed to reciprocate with its own twinge and twitch, she shifted on his lap to deal his hardness rest between her buttocks and let out a quite moan. Orso's free hand gave her royal buttock a gentle squeeze, e“What do you thing, kitten?” he said commandingly as he released her dark hair from its bindings and allowed it to cascade over her shoulders.<br><br>&nbsp;“I...I... agree with you, my gracious lord, my king....my...my master” she simpered pathetically watching Hendricks eyes grow wide as he and he gasped in shock and horror. <br><br>"My Queen...you...you are not yourself, please let me escort you to you bed chambers where you can rest a while..." he suggested grading her wrist firstly and attempting to pull her from Orso's grip.&nbsp; She pulled away sharply "NO!" she yelped. <br><br>“Guards, escort this man out and put him in the stocks. Let it be known he offended me and her Majesty.” Orso barked, the guards hesitated but a Anora nodded her consent. Hendricks was gripped by a number of confused but loyal guards and dragged away shouting in protest, begging someone too take action before it was too late. <br><br>“Excellently dealt with, my beautiful pup,” he whispered into her hear his hot breath on her neck “You did so, so well. I am very proud of you.”, she was reeling her body on fire she thew back her head as his lisp brushed her delicate olive skin.<br><br>"ohhhh..m...my .lord...i fear the wine has gone to me head...i..i..feel most peculiar....most u..u...unladylike" she gasped her hands were on his thighs as she grinned her buttocks against his lap feeling his hardness rubbing up between them, "maybe...maybe i should retire...maybe ohhhhh...lest i do something i regret" she whimpered as she lewdly rubbed herself against him.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>
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