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The Evil Queen
by Mandible (jawbone@ass.com)

***

Captivated and enchanted wouldn't be too drastic of a 
description when a yeoman is captured and toyed with by 
an evil Queen who knows how to manipulate men to get 
what she wanted, to get what she needs. (MF, nc, bd, 
tort, mc, fantasy)

***

Dirk tested his bonds quietly. He lay on the stone 
table, strapped tightly at the knees and elbows. He was 
naked and a bit bruised from fighting the guards who had 
captured him and bound him down. Perhaps there was no 
hope anymore, but he refused to give up. Somewhere there 
were rebels against Queen Anoxia's rule. 

While he lived he could hope for aid, and if he fell the 
fight would be taken up by others. He thought ruefully 
of comrades who had fallen along the way. Dirk was the 
last of the Four Guardians. The other three lay dead, 
and their Trusts had been taken. 

Dirk had been the last hope, and he had been defeated at 
the last and his talisman taken too. Robbed of his 
powers and strength by the loss of his star gem, Dirk 
was at the end of his story. He wondered why he still 
lived, then looked around at the dark stone walls and 
remembered the silent men who had brought him here. 
Torture, he thought as he fought his straps again. 
Castration. Amputation.

Then death, he decided. Never mind what came first. He 
had failed, and fallen into the hands of the evil Queen 
Anoxia. He fell into dark thoughts of the Queen's 
treachery and brilliance, and the way the firelight had 
flickered on her rubies and emeralds, and on her green 
eyes and red hair. He could almost smell her perfume, a 
thick flowery musk. He realized slowly that the Queen 
herself was standing quietly over him, staring with her 
blood-red lips parted.

"You are a big man, Dirk Trustbearer," she said calmly, 
eyes hooded.

"Call me not so, for I have lost my Trust. I defended as 
well as mortal man could have done, and feel no shame. 
But I fear that power in your hands, lady." Dirk sighed, 
staring at the ceiling.

Anoxia stepped further into the light which shone on 
Dirk's naked body. She wore a black robe which hid her 
form and accented her red hair, which was held only by a 
thin golden circlet. She held four stones on a golden 
chain in her left hand: red, gold, green, blue. The four 
Trusts. 

The basic magic and power that moved this world, a world 
carved from dark night by wizardry by those escaping a 
power that clove universes. A world with no day or 
night, no sky or ground, but only Rooms in the tarry 
stone-like blackness between day and night. A world 
which had survived wars and strife until the Red Queen 
was born to sit the throne of the Second Kingdom. Now 
the bitch held life and death in her red-nailed hands. 
She chuckled.

"In my hands?" she placed her right hand upon Dirk's 
naked crotch. It felt soft and warm. Dirk's penis became 
alert. He cringed inwardly from the touch. "My hands 
have many powers, Dirk. Some have said, magic." She 
chuckled again. It was a mischievous sound. "I could 
bind you to me and make you my happy slave with only the 
magic of my hands, but that would take months." 

She began to stroke Dirk's penis, which purred like a 
lazy cat and began to swell. It had been months since 
Dirk had taken a woman and his balls were heavy. He felt 
the need grow at the base of his penis.

The evil Queen put the Trusts around her neck on their 
chain and moved back into the darkness, returning after 
some clinking with a short black bottle. She uncorked it 
and shoved it into Dirk's mouth. He sputtered on the 
fiery liquid, spitting until he recognized brandy, then 
swallowed it down. The Queen smiled and turned the 
bottle up to her own red lips and drained it, then set 
it down with a clunk. "Thanks," gasped Dirk. If anyone 
ever needed a drink.

"Now," Anoxia told him with a smile, "Now I am going to 
cast a spell on you, Lord Dirk. You will be my loyal 
slave and servant, and bear your Trust in my name. I can 
hardly wait. I've wanted you for years, but you always 
lusted after that fluttery Aeriel. Now, my turn comes at 
last."

Dirk gritted his teeth, unable to stand her reference to 
Aeriel, the young Princess and Lightbearer, now heir to 
her captive Third Kingdom, if she was indeed still alive 
with the rebels. The evil Queen walked out of the light 
again. Dirk craned his neck and watched her hang her 
dark cloak upon the wall. 

She was nude beneath it, and her buttocks were 
startlingly shapely above long strong legs. Her red hair 
flowed down a muscular back. She turned slowly and met 
his eyes, which were fighting to meet hers above the 
challenge of her big ripe breasts. Her laugh was evil, 
delighting in his helpless lust.

She shoved another brandy bottle to his lips, this one 
containing not brandy but some sour stuff which made his 
mouth contract. He swallowed some before spitting, 
instantly the room began to spin slowly. She leaned over 
him, breasts jiggling and a smirk on her full lips. 
"Open your mouth," she commanded. Dirk felt himself 
sliding away as his mouth opened. She poured in another 
slug of sour stuff, chuckling to herself. The dungeon 
room spun around and around. Dirk began to smile 
dazedly.

The evil Queen fetched a basin of red gooey stuff and 
began to smear it all over Dirk's naked body. The smell 
of crushed berries filled the room. She squished it 
around his cock and balls, and pushed her red-nailed 
finger between his buttocks with a glob of it. It began 
to tingle and burn, then to feel warm and inviting. 

The Queen's hands rubbed his thighs and belly, back and 
forth, back and forth, rhythmically relaxing his 
muscles, which once relaxed were unable to move again. 
Dirk began to make little cooing sounds and his eyes 
rolled wildly. The hands moved up to his torso, matting 
his chest hair with gooey red, and around his strong 
shoulders, then back down again in a slowly maddening 
cycle. It felt intoxicating and soothing. She was his 
enemy, toying with him! 

He had to resist, to hold on to his honor even though 
his own Trust was being used against him. His fingers 
were limp and heavy, his eyelids drooping closed. He 
realized that the power sapping his will came from the 
four gems around her neck, glowing now in the gloom. She 
was his enemy, the most glorious being in the world, and 
when his honor was satisfied and he had fought his best, 
he would become her slave and maybe, just maybe, she 
would touch his...

"No! No! Noooo!" Dirk moaned, realizing that he had lost 
already, that his body and soul were betraying him. It 
was true, he couldn't fight this anymore than he had 
fought the soldiers. The green Trust began to glow 
brighter, then the Queen's big green eyes were staring 
into Dirk's. They were so wise and strong. The strongest 
thing in the world. She smiled as he stared 
worshipfully.

"Repeat after me, Dirk. I am the slave of Queen Anoxia. 
My thoughts are only of serving her. I love her and will 
do anything she asks. My will is hers to command." Dirk 
peacefully repeated everything she had said. His cock 
was gigantically erect. She raised the glowing green gem 
and pressed it to his forehead. It hissed and sizzled 
but left no mark. Dirk cried out sharply.

"So are you bound by your words, my slave." Anoxia 
surveyed her new possession. "A fine big boy you are, 
too. A test of your devotion; will you die for me now?" 
Dirk babbled that he would. His cock jerked. Anoxia took 
a twist of wire muffled in thick cloth and pinched his 
nostrils shut. She began to massage his hard cock, 
sliding the tingling red goo around it, then rubbing the 
head roughly. "Hold your breath. Don't breathe." 

She beat his cock, counting slowly in her mind to a 
hundred. "Breathe," she ordered. 

Dirk gasped, red lights flashing in his eyes. 

"Hold your breath," she ordered, a wicked giggle 
escaping her. Dirk's head spun. Everything seemed far 
away except his cock, huge and hot in her slippery 
hands. She counted again, wickedly making it a hundred 
and twenty this time before she let him breathe, then 
stopped him again, enforcing it with a gooey red hand 
across his mouth. 

Dirk spun slowly in a web of pleasure, his pulse booming 
in time with her voice. She didn't make it to a hundred 
this time; Dirk screamed and began pumping semen. She 
quickly put her mouth to his cock and sucked him dry, 
enjoying his cries. Power! she thought. This is the 
life.

Dirk looked around, aware that hours had passed. He was 
alone, bound to the table in the dark cell, smiling. He 
giggled as thought of how completely spellbound he was 
and how he loved it. The wonderful Queen had gone, but 
when she returned, she would - He drifted off into 
fantasies.

A small hand clutched his shoulder in the dark. A small 
voice said timidly "Dirk. Are you all right?"

Obediently he replied, "Yes, mistress." The hand 
withdrew with a small 'eek.' Dirk knew that voice, that 
hand. He forced the grin off his lips and thought. 
"Aeriel?" he made his mouth say.

"Dirk! What's happened to you?" Her whisper was fierce. 
What was Aeriel doing here, in the dungeon. "We've 
broken in to find you, there's fighting everywhere. Has 
she taken your Trust?"

"I am the Queen's now," Dirk replied proudly. "My will 
is hers. I love her." There was dead silence. Once he 
had said words like that to her. He didn't seem to care 
now.

"Did, did she use the Trust against you?" Aeriel seemed 
nauseated. "A spell?"

"All four Trusts," Dirk said proudly. His cock began to 
stir at the memory. Memory... there was something...

Light began to glow in the chamber, a white light tinged 
with gold and purple. Aeriel bore the Minor Charge, the 
last of the magic sources not in the Queen's hands. She 
became visible, her long stern face and platinum hair 
glowing above the tiny gem in her ring. She wore her 
usual filmy white gown, out of place here in a dungeon. 
Dirk's hair began to stand up as the air charged with 
power. The straps snapped like grass at his knees and 
elbows and he sat up groggily.

Aeriel's magic stopped him cold. Her eyes were like 
glowing gems. "You are MINE, and all this world's. I 
will match my power against the evil Queen's for you, 
Trustbearer. ALL my power."

Her gown fell to the ground. The golden light came from 
her flesh now, glowing against the evil darkness. Her 
breasts were high and pink and her legs were long. She 
had never undressed before a man, never had sex. She 
unleashed all her power, her light brightening, and Dirk 
looked at her. He couldn't look away. The power of the 
gems began to lessen as he tried to reach for her. Her 
ring glowed purple and gold as she began to kiss him 
passionately. 

Dirk thought of the voluptuous queen as she thrust her 
tongue into his mouth. Aeriel was long and slim and her 
breasts were tiny, but she was in her own way a 
fascinating woman. Dirk began to respond, his tongue 
twining against hers. 

His hands began to itch to touch her glowing breasts; as 
if reading his mind she popped one into his mouth. The 
nipple erected under his tongue as he flicked it. The 
queen won't like this, his new loyalties prompted him. 
What queen, his mind answered. Aeriel placed a hand on 
his cock, then wiped red goo away disgustedly.

"Antidote," she muttered. "Extract of Vampire plant, 
nasty stuff. She must keep strige-bane jelly nearby, 
especially if she touched you... here." She brought a 
bowl of golden ooze to the table and began to plaster it 
all over Dirk's naked body. Her luminous fingers 
lingered over his cock and balls, then slowly rubbed his 
buttocks and pushed golden goo into his anus. It tingled 
cleanly and a clean, sour smell filled the air. She 
tilted the bowl to his lips. 

He drank it, gagging on the thick sourness. It burned in 
his mind, surrounding Aeriel with a golden fog in his 
eyes. She began to rub his cock slowly, tenderly. His 
balls throbbed and his eyes began to roll back in his 
head; he fell weakly back upon the table and began to 
moan. Aeriel kissed him again and again, then amazingly 
took his cock in her mouth. She made a startled noise, 
pulling back to say, "Oh Dirk," in a melting little 
voice. 

She licked and nibbled, head bobbing. Dirk wanted more 
than anything to grab her glowing blonde head and ram 
his cock into her, but he was limp and floating, 
entirely under her spell. He moaned wordlessly and 
bucked his hips a little. She began slowly sucking the 
length of his cock, licking his head as she pulled it 
out, then letting it slide back down her throat. She 
stopped suddenly; Dirk moaned. 

She waited, then climbed on top of him and lowered her 
blonde cunt upon his face, buttocks like golden moons. 
Dirk was eager and began to lick her tiny clit with 
short, flicking strokes. She made a startled sound. "I 
had no idea," she panted, bending over to take him in 
her mouth. Soon they were both moaning and humming.

Aeriel raised her bush from his lips and turned about on 
the table. She began to work his swollen slippery cock 
into her virgin cunt. Dirk stared at the splendid blonde 
beauty working above him, red and gold goo dripping from 
her lips and spattering her breasts. His cock slid into 
a tight, hot, secret place which gave irresistible 
pleasure. She stared at his face, lips quivering.

Dirk was beyond ecstasy. "Oh Aeriel, I love you, oh you 
wonderful woman. Thank you, thank you!" Her face 
blossomed into a smile which touched his heart. She 
began to bounce up and down on his cock, riding him into 
a huge orgasm. She began to come as he filled her with 
hot semen, her face filling with an almost-terror as she 
lost her control and sobbed with pleasure. Her ring 
exulted with a flash of golden energy. 

Dirk suddenly felt nothing but amused contempt for the 
evil Queen. He realized that he was free of the Queen's 
spells, free of Aeriel's restraints, free of all spells 
and suggestions entirely - -and that he was lying naked 
on his own kitchen table, covered with red and yellow 
slime and that his name wasn't Dirk at all. 

Maryanne was straddling him, slime all over her long 
intelligent face and plump boobs, moaning as she 
continued to pump up and down on his deflating cock. He 
stared around at the pale walls of his kitchen, formerly 
the torture chamber of the evil Queen Anoxia. The red 
light on the coffeemaker seemed to wink at him.

"Maryanne, you evil bitch," he said admiringly. "What an 
imagination you have. Or was it mine? I've got to be 
more careful about what I let you hypnotize me into 
doing."

Maryanne fell forward on his hairy chest, panting. "What 
a big cock you have, Lord Dirk. You need have no fear of 
your own enchantress, milord. Remember, it's all about 
Trust. You gave me yours when you went under hypnosis 
again. Now tell me, did you come as good as I think you 
did?" Her dark hair was getting golden slime all over it 
as she licked his nipples.

"Ugh, quit that," Jimmy said, grabbing her head. "Say, 
am I really covered with Vampire Root or something? What 
is this crap? And yes, I came like a madman, which I 
guess I was at the time. Both times."

"It's half-congealed gelatin dessert. See, raspberry for 
mental domination and lemon for sex magic, says so on 
the box. And there's always room for more." She licked 
her finger with a wicked gleam in her blue eyes. Jimmy 
was looking around wildly. Maryanne tried not to giggle 
yet. He was so... cute. Especially hypnotized and erect.

"You were, err, both girls? I mean the Queen was tall 
and dark, and you, and Aeriel? Do you mean that was all 
in my mind? " Jimmy looked so worried that Maryanne lost 
her composure and began to giggle.

"You better hope so," she snickered. "I could have had 
ALL my friends in here for all you know. " She patted 
his arm. "I'm joking, Jim. I wouldn't do that, at least 
not without asking." He glared at her, then grinned. "I 
told you in trance what to see and not see before we did 
it tonight, so it really took two trances to set this up 
right. It was great! I feel like... an evil Queen. Heh, 
heh."

"I feel silly," he confessed. "Did I look stupid?"

"You looked noble and helpless, then horny as hell, even 
sticky and gooey, but never stupid." Maryanne told him 
smugly. "I loved every minute of it. C'mon, let's shower 
this off before it begins to set."

He put his arm around her sticky waist and they headed 
for the bathroom. Maryanne tried not to snicker. Wait 
until the post-hypnotic suggestion she had planted in 
his mind about the shower began to take hold! The evil 
Queen giggled as she led her victim to his next doom.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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