I was brought to Faerie as a newborn and raised a slave. I have no magic, nor do I have any idea who my family is here. Slave children learn to dust and sweep soon after they can walk steady. Later, I washed and folded clothes, and did other menial tasks to help the adult slaves. When I came of age, my Master took my virginity and started my formal pleasure-slave training.
No one had ever held a cloth under my nose so I could blow it, and in that moment I’d have done anything to make the Queen love me.
Her hand slid between my legs, her fingers stretched my slick cunny, soaked from the beating. My pulse sped. I moaned and pushed my hips up, and she chuckled. “Okay, Little One. There’s a shelf under my throne. The guard will pull it out and get everything set up, and then we’ll situate you so you can use your cute little mouth on my pussy while he fucks you from behind.”
She touched my chin, and I met her gaze. “You pleased me, Little One. You have permission to orgasm as often as you want. Take advantage of it while you can. It may amuse me to deny you orgasms for months or even years at a time. Or, I may enjoy watching you in the throes of bliss.” She tapped my chin twice and added, “Either way, don’t neglect my pleasure for your own.”
The back of her throne tilted so she could recline, and she looped her legs over the padded arms. Her Majesty ordered the guard to use both my ass and cunt, and he pulled out of one and slammed into the other as soon as his orders came to switch. Through it all, I focused on pleasing my Queen. I’d been trained to pleasure both men and women, and I took my time figuring out what she liked. Some women prefer insertion, others prefer clitoral stimulation. It turned out, my Queen made the most noises when I used my fingers in her pussy and my mouth on her clit. I made her come four times before she stopped me and told the guard, “When she’s had five more orgasms, you can come in her ass. Figure out what she likes and make it happen.”
I hadn’t stopped working her pussy, but I’d slowed while she talked.
“Little One — rest your face against my thigh. I’m good for now.”
Her Majesty stroked my hair through my first orgasm, she flogged my back through the second, and she wrapped her legs around me and then used magic to press a needle through one of my nipples during the third. I’d never come so hard in my life — held between my Queen’s legs, fucked from behind by a well-endowed, muscled guard, and the most delicious torture of the needle penetrating my nipple.
She cut off my air supply for my fourth orgasm, and I came until spots appeared in my vision and I was about to pass out.
My Queen rearranged us so my head was on her chest when the guard slammed into my bottom-hole, and she demanded I look her in the eyes and not look away. Her gaze was so intense, and for a while I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to come. She’s an all-powerful Queen and I was just a little slave — when she finally ordered me to come, my body obeyed before I knew it was going to. She slapped me when I closed my eyes, and I opened them to let her see inside me while I came with a guard fucking my bottom. I’d never felt so vulnerable.
“Hmmm,” she intoned when the guard pulled out of my bottom and thanked our Queen for the use of her slave. “Do I want you plugged, Little One, or would I rather see the cum running from your ass and down your leg?” She sighed and pushed the hair from my face. Those fingers had been so wonderfully cruel when she’d closed my nose and sealed my mouth to block my air, but were terribly gentle now.
“Plugged, I think. I’ll enjoy humiliating you once we’ve gotten to know each other, but it isn’t the way I want to start. Let’s see if the guard can work one of my bigger plugs into you.” She looked up and told the guard. “If you can’t get it in her ass, I’ll get it in yours. However, if you make her bleed, I’ll make you bleed.”
I wasn’t allowed to see how big the plug was, but within minutes my eyes were watering and I clenched my jaw to keep from begging for relief. The guard took his time stretching me, but he was relentless.
Perhaps ten minutes went by, and I was crying, with my face once again on my Queen’s pussy, when she decided she wanted to feel me crying and screaming while I pleasured her some more. I gave her three more orgasms before the guard finally got the huge plug in me.
My Queen sent the guard away and held me in her arms like a baby once again. I snuggled in, and she owned my heart. She could do anything she wanted and I’d beg for more, if she’d just hold me like this every once in a while.
When my tears had stopped and I was breathing easy, she kissed the top of my head and told me, “The plug doesn’t come out until a member of my staff removes it. I’ll teleport you to the kitchens now, and I’ve already let the head cook know she’s to feed you as much as you want, until you’re no longer hungry. I’ll see you tonight, Little One. I hope to get a good report of your day. If you make someone have to punish you, I won’t play with you tonight.”
Mab
My new little slave was indeed a treasure. Holding and comforting your property after you use it is rarely a good idea, but I make an exception when a slave goes so far above and beyond what I think he or she is capable of taking — and this little slave had fought so hard to take what I gave her, it warmed my heart.
I may not be the ruling Queen all year, but my castle practically runs itself during my reign because I spend time during the summer making sure it’s run by the most competent people. I was due in a meeting soon, or I’d have held her until she fell asleep in my arms.
Instead, I sent her to eat, and I teleported a note to my assistant, to make sure the new slave was assigned to our most competent people. I didn’t know who those people would be, but the managers over those departments would.
Slaves have a cunt, freepersons have a pussy. Usually, I don’t let slaves get away with softening terms, but I liked the way the word cunny rolled off my new little one’s tongue. I realized I was in danger of becoming too attached to her, because allowing her to skirt a rule was a red flag. I wasn’t sure I cared, though. It’d been a long time since someone had made me want to care for them.
Chapter Three
Little One
The cook offered me steak, rosemary potatoes, and a mess of greens. I don’t always like greens, but these were mouthwateringly good and I downed every bite she put on my plate.
“I have peach pie, apple pie, chocolate cake, and strawberry shortcake made fresh,” she told me when I’d finished my meal. “We have chocolate truffles and soft peppermint treats I always keep handy for Her Majesty, and I was told to offer you whatever I have, Little One.”
I love soft peppermint and hadn’t had it since my original Master or his head slave trainer had given it to me for a special treat when I pleased them, but I didn’t want to eat from the Queen’s personal stash. Making decisions is always hard for me, but I love chocolate and rarely get it, so it wasn’t too hard to figure out which cake I wanted. “Chocolate cake would be wonderful, Ma’am.”
I looked up in question when she put the cake in front of me with two pieces of peppermint on the plate beside it.
“I saw your eyes when I mentioned it. Eat up. You’re a little slip of a thing and I think you’ll be full enough when you finish, but if you want more, you’re welcome to it.”