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The Royal Audience
by Autumn Author (autumnauthor@webmail.co.za)
***
Princess Cassandra must surrender publicly to the
Empress of Selea to save her people. But the Empress
demands the surrender of her body as well. Cassandra
gives in reluctantly at first, then eagerly, powerless
against the sheer beauty of the Empress. (FF, MF-teens,
reluc, d/s, exh, fantasy)
***
As we rode up to the impressive first gate of the royal
city of Andromar, I couldn't help but fidget nervously.
I knew how important my mission was, the mission to
formally voice my kingdom's submission to the Empire of
Selea. If the Empress did not accept our plea of
surrender after our latest skirmishes, my people could
be wiped off the map.
This was my first real duty given to me, shortly after
my 18th birthday, and I was now a woman in the eyes of
my people. My father believed that I was the embodiment
of beauty, grace, and tact. I had worked so hard to be
all of those things, and believed it as well. Except
that I did not feel like a full-grown woman as the
guards at the gate insisted I leave my escort behind and
continue into the city alone, causing momentary panic in
my chest.
When my new Selean convoy had finally wound through the
city and arrived at the grand palace; to my surprise I
was escorted to the servant's quarters. My surly guards
instructed me to enter the bath there to refresh myself
and change out of the travel clothes I had just arrived
in. Realizing again that my people needed me, I decided
to bear this insult the Empress was doing me. If this
was the worst I could expect, then I will happily wash
with the servants.
As I entered the bath, three sets of eyes turned to
watch me. I had hoped it would be empty this time of
day, but with a palace as large as this, that was
wishful thinking. Knowing that a true royal presence
would not be bothered being naked in front of mere
servants I calmly disrobed and ordered the help of one
of the bathing women to wash me.
Hesitating just long enough to be considered mildly
insubordinate, the shortest and plumpest of the women,
perhaps in her mid-20s with tanned skin, black hair, and
heavy breasts stood up and took her place behind me to
wash my back.
"Are you Princess Cassandra, from Scandia? We have all
heard of your arrival and audience today."
"Yes I am her. I am glad news of my coming is well-
known, even among the servants."
"Oh yes, it is well-known. Many, many, important men and
women will be attending the audience. How I wish I could
go as well."
At this the unnamed servant had me stand to wash my legs
and feet. After doing so she turned me to face her.
"Your highness, you are quite beautiful," she said as
she pinched one of my rosy nipples with her hand, while
appraising my body with her big black eyes. She then let
her fingers trail down toward my reddish triangle of
pubic hair. "I'm certain the Queen will be quite pleased
with you."
"How dare you! I cannot believe the Empress would let
her servants behave in such a manner!" I slapped her as
hard as I could manage, given my shock, to the gasps of
the other servants. The maid who had groped me rubbed
her cheek and stared with hostility at me as I moved
into an alcove to try to put on my audience dress by
myself, not allowing the others to have the chance to
brazenly fondle me as well.
At last, I had successfully donned my complicated dress,
all on my own. I was proud of the feeling of expensive
silk against my smooth legs, the high hem line around my
slim waist, the beautiful shoes adorning my dainty feet,
and the tiara in my long red hair. I truly did look the
part of the Princess of Scandia, and in doing so, could
forget the unpleasant encounter in the bath. This
audience *was* going to go well, I knew it. No more harm
would come to my people.
I stepped out of the changing area and rejoined the
guards who were waiting for me. Just in time as well,
they said. It would soon be noonday, the hour of the
audience that would decide the fate of Scandia. I was
escorted to the throne room and took a deep breath as I
heard the herald announce my arrival. I took a deep
breath, and walked through the tall oak doors that were
opened for me.
As I walked up the long, carpeted path up to the dais
where the throne stood, I saw that my washing maid had
exaggerated a bit as far as the amount of attendants and
courtiers at this audience, perhaps 25 men and women in
total besides the royal family, all dressed quite
colorfully.
As I approached the dais, I saw for the first time the
Empress of Selea.
The Empress, I estimated, was perhaps in her mid-
thirties. She had gorgeous wavy hair the color of gold,
some of which fell down the front of her dress. Her eyes
were the color of gentle blue skies, and her skin an
enthralling milky white. As befitting of an empress, she
had a commanding aura and presence about her, helped by
the fact that she had to be as least five feet and ten
inches of height.
The dress itself was a thing of beauty. It was a
diaphanous blue-gray that flowed down her body and ended
just below her knees. The fabric I did not recognize,
but was of the highest caliber. In the middle of her
chest was an oval cutout that was obviously designed to
show the Empress's generous cleavage, aided by a single
string of large emeralds cascading down the valley
between her beautiful breasts. On her perfectly
manicured small feet she wore simple silver sandals.
Atop her head sat a thin golden crown. She arched an
eyebrow upon my approach and I bowed deeply.
"Welcome, child, to my fair city. I trust you had a safe
trip?"
"I did, your magnificence. Thank you for inviting me
here."
"Oh, not at all," the Empress replied. "It is an
honorable thing, this audience, to stop the aggression
that your people initiated against our fair empire. I
trust you have a message for me, from your father?
Biting my tongue at the knowledge that the soldiers of
the Empire were the true aggressors I decided to simply
continue with the message.
"Yes, Empress. My father the King wishes to officially
pronounce that the Kingdom and people of Scandia
officially submit to the will of the Empire, in order
that there should be peace between us. We lay down our
arms, and ask for mercy from you, the wise and beautiful
Empress of Selea."
The Queen clapped her hands once in glee, obvious
happiness in her big, blue eyes. "Oh that's wonderful,
child. It is precisely what I wanted to hear, and from
such a beautiful messenger too. The famous Princess of
Scandia, the jewel of Orlan, Cassandra.
"Come, approach me, I wish to get a good look at you."
I did as she asked, stepping before her and giving her
my best curtsey.
"My, my, you are impressive indeed young lady. What
wonderfully long red hair, and delightful freckles upon
your fair face. Your skin is almost as fair as mine, and
your eyes a pleasing shade of green. Come, turn around,
and spin about for your Empress."
I thought it an odd request, but I slowly spun around,
watching the eyes of the courtiers behind us, as well as
those of the Empress's son to the left and behind her.
The Empress clapped her hands again.
"My, what a beautiful dress, and despite all it covers I
can still see that you are quite alluring. What do you
think Piras, my son," she asked. Turning to her son she
waved him forward.
"She is very beautiful mother, I'm quite taken by her,"
he replied politely.
"As am I!" she exclaimed. Waving her son back, he took
his original place behind the throne.
"Unfortunately though, I cannot simply take words as a
true sign of submission to our fair empire, it *must* be
backed with deeds as well. I'm sure you understand that,
my dear Cassandra?"
"Yes, your magnificence, and we are prepared to make
many concessions in the way of disputed territories and
trade agreements that I think you'll..."
"Oh I'm sure we'll get to all of that eventually,"
interrupted the Queen, "right now I was thinking of
something more symbolic in nature. She waved to another
maid that was standing off to her right. "Come, Chandra,
fetch the pillows for my back, won't you?"
The servant walked back into an alcove behind the throne
room and brought back in her hands six lovely, large
pillows. Five of which she stacked vertically on the
throne behind the Empress, so that the Empress was
sitting almost on the edge of the throne, with her knees
almost touching mine. In doing so her skirt had risen to
just above her knees, which to me was quite scandalous
in front of court.
"And make sure to place that last pillow so my newest
loyal subject can kneel before her Empress, dear
Chandra." Chandra did just as ordered, placing the final
pink pillow on the ground in front of and between the
Empress' knees. Not having any idea what she planned, I
sank to my knees between the Empress's fair legs,
wondering what kind of oath I might be sworn to.
To my great surprise, I watched as the Empress rose up,
grabbed the hem of her lovely dress, and raised it until
it was at her waist before sitting down again. This left
her pussy directly in front of my face, although anyone
else in the room would have great difficulty seeing
anything but the Empress' legs due to the high arms on
the throne and myself being directly in front of her.
What I had never seen before was the complete absence of
hair on her pussy. It had the effect of making me feel
like I had never seen one before. I looked up to find
her beautiful blue eyes staring down at me and I found I
could not move.
"Well, my dear," she spoke to me in a soft but
commanding voice. "This is something new I have come up
with, but I can think of no better way for a former
enemy to prove her nation's submission to me, and her
personal loyalty as well. All the high persons of this
court of mine will witness this as proof."
In a quieter tone of voice but no less commanding she
said, "I'm certain, my dear girl, that if I tell you to
put your face between my legs you will know what to do.
If you can make me cry out, then you'll know that I've
accepted you as my subject."
No doubt noticing that I was still in shock and more
than my fair share of dismay, the Empress leaned forward
to grab my hair roughly, and then leaned back, leading
my face directly into her crotch. Breathing in deeply, I
smelled the scent of her sex that was nestled against my
lips and nose and found it to be pleasing, which amazed
me. Knowing that my sacrifice here was needed by my
father and everyone else, I parted my lips and ran my
tongue against her labia.
"Ohhh, that's it my wonderful messenger, you're doing
just fine. Hold on here, I insist." The Empress took my
arms and ran my hands up towards her until I was resting
some of my weight on the top of her thighs with elbows
sticking out to the sides.
Wishing for this experience to be over with as quickly
as possible, I concentrated my attention on my liege
lady's pink clitoris, licking it, and sucking it between
my lips occasionally. This, alternating with licks to
the rest of her pussy, got the desired results of
feeling my new Empress squirm against my face and
hearing her moan slightly. I imagined she must have been
anticipating this, because she was already quite wet
against my face after just a few short minutes.
I needed a short break to catch my breath so I pulled my
face away from between her thighs momentarily and put a
finger inside of her pussy instead. I looked up as I was
doing this and was rewarded with a view of the Empress'
face in pure ecstasy. She had her mouth hanging open and
was slowly licking her plump pink lips with her tongue.
She had one of her hands inserted into the oval of her
gown and was very obviously rubbing her left breast. She
opened her eyes and reached her other hand to stroke the
hair on the top of my head.
"Oh you're doing such a beautiful job, my dear.
Especially with that finger... oh!" she exclaimed as I
gently pinched her clitoris between two of the fingers
on my other hand. "At this rate, I'll accept you as my
subject in no time at all. What you're doing to me is
pure heaven."
After saying this, the Empress stretched the fabric of
her dress enough to free her left breast from the gown,
and began to pinch a rosy pink nipple with thin fingers,
the nails painted an alluringly deep red.
"Now I must insist you get back to work with that sweet
tongue of yours, the job is not yet done." She used the
hand on my head to guide my face back between her
thighs. I set my tongue back to work on her clitoris
which I was very well acquainted with by now.
When I too started to become aroused by all this, I
tried to embrace the feeling, believing that it would
make this degrading act easier. I could only imagine it
was the reality that this woman was the most beautiful
and refined looking person I had ever seen that was the
cause of my excitement. I began to lick and suck and
kiss my new leader's thighs and pussy with an eagerness
I lacked earlier.
The Empress responded to this with a much louder moaning
and she began to buck her hips against my mouth, making
it difficult to keep my rhythm of licking her royal
clit. I willed my body to lean forward to embrace her
thighs with my arms and entered my tongue as far as it
could go into her pussy, the bridge of my nose mashed up
against her clitoris as a result.
"Oh YES! Please, YES! Ohhhh Gods!" the Empress shouted
to all who could hear, and I could only hold on for dear
life as she came quite violently on my face. Tasting her
juices as they ran in my mouth and past my lips, I
swallowed as best I could.
No one had ever told me a woman could produce so much
love from her vagina, and I had never guessed. The taste
was slightly sweet, and slightly tangy, and not at all
unpleasant. If I had to do this to a woman, I thanked
the Gods that it was such a beauty as the Empress of
Selea.
I ran my hands up and down the thighs of the Empress as
she calmed down and took several deep breaths with her
eyes closed. Feeling an opportunity to be mischievous, I
bent down to kiss her feet and toes and in doing so,
gave some of those in the crowd a good view of the royal
pussy.
The Empress gave no sign of modesty and she opened her
eyes but failed to close her long white legs, exposing
herself to ten or more of the men and women. Out of the
corner of my eye I saw that some stared with open
brazenness, and some bowed their heads in respect. What
a confident woman, I thought.
"There there my dear, no need to kiss my feet after
you've kissed something much finer than that, wouldn't
you agree?"
"Yes, your magnificence. I have not had a true kiss
before this, but I cannot think of anyone or anything I
would have rather kissed first. You are sweeter than the
finest fruit." The truth tumbled from between my lips
unconsciously.
"That is so sweet of you to say," the Empress replied.
"I must tell you, you have certainly earned your request
of peace, and no more harm will come to your people."
With this she crossed her lovely legs and adjusted her
dress to once again cover both of her large breasts.
"But to ensure that this newfound peace continues, I
have had an idea while your face was nestled against the
best parts of me.
"I would like to ensure that our houses are entwined
very closely. To that end, my son here will ensure that
you, the eldest of your house, have a child that will
one day lead your charming kingdom within our own
empire. How does that sound, loyal daughter?"
What a stroke of luck! I had never thought to marry into
such a wealthy and powerful family! "Oh yes, my Empress,
what an honor. I would be happy to be wed to your
charming and handsome son." I nodded to the Prince, who
had as much grace and handsomeness and his mother had
charm and beauty.
"Oh no, Cassandra, I must stop you there. There can be
no marriage between you for I have other plans for my
son as far as marriage is concerned. It simply wouldn't
befit him to marry someone of your stature, as I'm sure
you can agree. No, I simply mean that you will bear him
a son, with no marriage involved. Surely you can see the
benefit despite that, yes?"
Of course I could, I thought. I could also see the
benefit to the Prince and the Empress far outweighed the
benefit to me. To bear a child out of wedlock would bind
our Kingdom to their Empire, but not bind them to us, if
it didn't suit their needs. Still, there was no room to
argue, and I nodded meekly to my Empress' wishes.
"Excellent," she clapped her hands. "My son, you've
often said that the Scandians are not much more than
animals, yes? Well come and prove it then. Take her like
an animal and prove it to your mother and her guests."
My eyes widened and shock crept over my face as Piras
walked over to my kneeling form with his sword
unsheathed. He grabbed my arm and dragged to my feet and
deftly cut my beautiful dress down the front with his
sword. With another cut, he had completely cut away my
underclothes, and nodded to me to step out of the ruins
of my clothing.
Feeling small and insignificant, I did so without delay
and found myself standing completely naked in front of
not only the Empress and her son, but all the other
guests as well, except for my necklace of pearls, tiara,
and forgotten shoes.
The Prince then nudged my feet and I stepped out of the
shoes, and began to take off my tiara. The Empress
stopped me before I could do so.
"Oh dear no, leave your tiara on. I wouldn't want anyone
to forget your status here, while my son fucks you like
the royal Scandian slut you are." I stared in open
disbelief at her, and noticed she had spread her legs
again, with her pussy in full view of her son. What kind
of people were these, I wondered?
I didn't have too much to time to wonder as the Empress
leaned forward to grab my hands and held them down on
her knees, so that I was forced to bend over. Her son
lowered his breeches and underclothes and walked behind
me.
Suddenly I could feel his hands roaming over my breasts
and belly. He rubbed my thighs and back as well. Just
when I thought he had touched every inch of my body
above my knees, I felt the tip of his very erect penis
against the lips of my pussy. All the while the Empress
held my gaze with those same gentle blue eyes, and for
some illogical reason, looking into those eyes made me
relax and welcome what was to come.
The only sound I could hear as the Prince first entered
my pussy with his stiff cock was the rustling of the
Empress's dress as she began to rub her clit, so soon
after I had worked so hard to bring her to climax with
my mouth. I kept my hands on her knees and accustomed
myself to the slow thrusting of the Prince into my
pussy. My wetness from bringing his mother her orgasm
helped him move into me quite easily.
The Empress broke eye contact with me to look above my
head and I looked behind me to see that she was now
watching her son as he continued to fuck me slowly, the
enjoyment obvious on his face as he smiled openly back
at her.
"What do you think Piras? Is she worthy of your cock, or
your child," the Empress asked of her son.
"Yes mother, she has a fine cunt." Then so only the
three of us could hear he whispered, "Second only to
yours." A shock went through my body at that, and I felt
myself become wetter for a reason I couldn't even
fathom. I did not want to think about it.
To that comment the Empress laughed in a way that
implied that what Piras had said was a given. She
grabbed my elbows and inched me towards her, leading her
son forward as well. When I was close enough, she let
free her right breast from her dress and guided my head
towards it cupping it with one of her hands. I willingly
put the gorgeous pink nipple into my mouth and began to
suck, much to the moaned delight of the woman who had
complete control of me.
I moaned into her nipple myself, my body ecstatic at the
constant long strokes my pussy was receiving from the
Prince. I had never experienced this either, and it was
something I never even considered resisting. I let the
last barriers to being used as a royal fuck toy by this
family go and all the remaining fear and outrage washed
away from my mind.
Seconds after I resolved to enjoy this, I felt the
Empress' hand on my head again and without any further
encouragement I once again lowered my head between those
beautiful milky thighs. Fortunately the Empress had
stacked the pillows under her beautiful behind so that
it was possible for me to lick my Empress' lovely labia
while being used by her son.
She was close again to orgasm, which was obvious. So was
I, and the Prince was speeding up his strokes and I was
in danger of going over the edge. The Empress must have
felt the same, and she exhorted her son.
"Fuck her Piras, she's ready to come. What a princess
she is, she'll be ready to lick my pussy on a mere crook
of my finger after this, and she'll fuck you at a
moment's notice too. And I aim to ensure you do get
pregnant, young Cassandra, even if I have to send Piras
after you a few months from now, to fuck you in front of
your own father if need be. Oh my Gods, I'm going to
come again, look at me Piras, look at me when you come
in her."
Come he did, and I dimly felt the hot streams of the
Prince enter me with one last thrust, triggering me to
go over the edge with the Empress' clitoris between my
lips.
My moaning drove her wild and I began to feel her squirm
again, the approaching orgasm obvious as the Prince
withdrew his cock from my pussy, letting warm fluid run
down my thighs. As I nearly lost control of my body from
my first real orgasm, I was dimly aware of the Prince
pressing down on my back, forcing me to resume my
original position of being on my knees between his
mother's legs.
Once I had recovered, I returned my attention to her
clitoris, enjoying the sounds of her moans and the taste
of her pussy. I didn't just enjoy it, I loved it now,
and I reveled in what these two had showed to me. It was
more pleasure than I had thought was possible. It was
wrong surely, but what harm came of it, really? They had
taught me that open depravity was one of the advantages
of being royalty.
I then felt the pressure from my Empress' thighs around
my head, and she raised her legs to rest them on my
shoulders and back. I knew then to stick my tongue into
her slit again to please my beautiful ruler. I was
rewarded with more love juice from the Empress which I
swallowed like ambrosia, coating my mouth and lips. At
the same time I heard those beautiful dulcet tones of
her yelling out in orgasm, sounds I knew would please
angels and the very Gods themselves.
Once I felt the Empress relax, and take her legs off of
me, I collapsed onto my side, my left arm propping me
up. I no longer felt conscious of my complete nudity in
front of the seemingly restless crowd. The Empress
snapped her fingers and the Prince, now dressed again,
and he walked down to the edge of the courtiers and
escorted them through the doors in the back of the hall.
Alone for the first time with the Empress, I turned to
look upon her again, amazed by her commanding presence,
even when nude from nearly the waist down with her legs
splayed open. Most men in my kingdom consider the vagina
to be a weakness. As I stared at her in adoration I
realized that this was not so. Her clitoris and her
labia were perfect, a work of art. More than that, she
had the will to dominate with it, and she could make
anyone do what I had just done. I knew that in my heart.
"You did very well, I must admit no one has quite
pleased me in the way you have today. I owe you quite a
bit in that regard, but I must remind you I meant what I
said about you bearing my son's child. You have
siblings, do you not?"
"Yes, your magnificence. A brother and a sister."
"Your brother is 6, and your sister 3, or so I've heard.
If you have a son, he will marry your sister. If it be a
daughter, she will marry your brother. You will ensure
they consummate the marriage, and bear children of their
own, children belonging to my family. In this way will
your kingdom become ours, without requiring my son to
marry someone low enough to kneel before an audience and
so willingly debase herself between the royal thighs of
this Empire. Do you understand me, child?"
To this I nodded my assent obediently, her direct gaze
demanding only the answer which I had given.
"Now you may leave me, Cassandra. I'm afraid that as a
final proof of your submission, you'll have to leave as
you are. The people of my fair city must have a clear
understanding of your people's surrender to us, and your
surrender to me. Go and show them with your naked body
what the consequences are of coming into conflict with
our Empire. Although I believe you did enjoy some of the
consequences," she added with a smile.
Despite this last insult, I felt in my heart a new sort
of pride welling in my chest. The Empress may have
thought that pressing my face between her milky thighs
was a degrading act, audience or no, but I now knew how
wrong I had been in believing that. There could be no
greater honor or pleasure in the known world. Low? I
felt like I was close to the Gods in that moment. My
great joy flowed out as I spoke.
"Despite my earlier feelings, magnificence, I wish you
to know that I love you with my entire heart and body,
and my soul as well. I will do as you ask and appear
naked before your citizens, or anyone else you wish,
with humility and obedience. If any inquire of me, I
will let them know that they have the most beautiful,
yet fearsome ruler in the world, and that no man or
woman can compare. If you desire me again, send word,
and I will return as swiftly as possible."
I said these things with complete devotion and
sincerity, and still hold these beliefs dear in my
heart. I took the grin from the owner of my soul as her
approval of my words and left the room walking
backwards, never taking my eyes off of her until my
exit.
I barely remember the lengthy march back to the city
gates, beaming as I was with my new kind of pride, this
confidence that I had never felt before. I did not take
much notice of the eyes staring at me. Not a man, woman,
or child asked anything of me. They must have known what
their Empress could inspire a human being to feel.
I walked down the streets barefoot and lacking any
clothing but my tiara and pearls. What need did I have
of clothes or any worldly possessions, when I was to
bear the grandchild of such a divine woman? My head swam
with such thoughts.
Upon approaching the gate, feeling the cool breeze of
the wind between my legs and across my breasts, one
troubling though did come to mind. Would I have the
eloquence of speech to convince my escorts waiting for
me of the divinity of the Empress? What about my father?
My people? I would have to do my best, for they would
never know the ecstasy of being made to submit
personally and intimately to such an awe-inspiring
woman.
The End
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