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The Queen Ch. 02

By: FemdomFanboy85



A pathetic scream leapt out of his throat as the cold water collided with his bare skin. His body convulsed and thrashed about in reaction to the frigid stream, fighting against the chains that bound him to the iron ring above his head. Weak and trembling, he clung to his post as the man behind him continued to hose him down.

He had not imagined things would go this way after the public shaming the Queen had put him through. She had made him beg before she violated him in front of an audience. She had made an example of him that would follow him inescapably like a shadow, even define his identity henceforth. He had given in to her, and it seemed she was pleased. But since then, his days were spent cleaning the palace on his hands and knees, his nights in a dark, dirty, and chilly holding pen. He survived on food scraps and barely warming strips of fabric that became wash rags during his daily work prior to being discarded.

Though it had been days since he'd last laid eyes on the Queen, her guards ensured that he never had the privilege of privacy. They were muscular, dark-skinned men in loincloths, carrying spears and swords nearly as big as themselves. He'd witnessed one cave in a thief's jaw as if it were made of clay. Next to them, his inadequacies were front and center in his mind.

Suddenly the freezing stream of water stopped. The guard approached and dried off his shaking body with a towel, then unchained him and lead him by his shackles to another room. It was like something out of a dream, with radiant sunlight pouring in from large windows, lighting up an orderly scene of bookshelves, artifacts, exotic garments, and walls adorned with beautiful paintings and maps. At the center of it all was a massive bed that looked as if its sheets and pillows were fashioned from the very clouds in the sky.

Before he could gaze any more on the surrounding splendor, he was pushed to his knees, facing the doorway. And there she was, walking gracefully down the hall, accompanied by another hulk of a man. She held her head high without a hint of self-doubt, her hips moving hypnotically about her figure, concealed under a long gold and purple dress. While the colors said royalty, her clothing was a modest and pragmatic fit. The entrancing atmosphere to her came abundantly from who she was. And he knew she was the Queen in far more than title.

"My Queen," he began. "If I may say so, you are--"

"SILENCE." She spoke the word loudly, yet with control enough to not shout it. She said it not to him, but to the entire room, as if casting a spell. The entire room obeyed.

Her eyes studied him intensely. She walked around his kneeling body, leaned in, stood back, contemplated. He couldn't tell if he was about to be battered, eaten, dissected, killed, or otherwise used for her pleasure. Finally, she bent over to look him in the eye, her black locks dangling gently against her caramel skin, drawing attention in to the dead serious expression across her face.

"You think I'm here for you," she stated. "I put you on display and the arrogant male inside you wants to believe you were the star of it all."

"No, my Queen, that's not--"

A hard slap to his face interrupted his speech. He sat quietly thereafter.

After a moment of absolute silence, she turned to her two burly guards. "Undress."

Their loincloths fell to the floor, revealing thick black cocks nearly as long as the coverings they'd worn. Something at the back of his mind knew what would be coming, perhaps even hoped for it, but his pride refused to put the pieces together. She reached down slowly between his legs and closed her hand around his frightened penis and retracted balls. As she saw the blush emerge on his cheeks, she tilted her head back and basked in his humiliation.

"See how small this white male penis is," she announced plainly to the room. "How inferior in comparison to the large black cock. It does not deserve to be called a cock or a dick. It is simply a penis - something shamefully brought up in polite company."

An embarrassed rage erupted in him at her words. "Fuck you," he yelled. "My cock's not--"

The two guards moved to protect their Queen, but before they could lay a hand on the man, she hit his face with enough force to leave a red handprint. Sticking her face an inch away from his, she corrected him: "Penis."

The situation at last began to dawn on him as the Queen continued. "See how this inferior penis angers him, how it brings out the arrogant male inside him. He feels entitled, becomes violent, resentful, hateful. Yet this bitter man is a self-destructive man. Were he to accept his predicament, he would not be self-destructive. But part of what makes him the inferior male is that he refuses to recognize himself as inferior."

She let go of his little penis and left it dangling vulnerably in the air. He swallowed nervously. As she stood up to look down on him, he felt increasingly small.

"That is why the inferior must be made to confront and accept himself. He will find a higher cause for his life in serving according to his role. You may choose to resist and die, or you may find peace in surrendering to me, but either way, you will remain a slave. You will die as a slave or serve as one." She walked around to place her hand on the back of his head, gently guiding him to face her servant's cock.

She knelt down next to the white man's ear and said softly, "These men are my slaves just as you are. I subdued them as I've subdued you. They know their place. They serve me with pure devotion. As you love me, you will come to love others who also love me. And I will remove the arrogant male inside you by filling you with my subservient males."

He saw no other way. She had reshaped his identity before. His former life was gone. Now he was her bitch, her slave, to be remembered by all as the sorry piece of ass the Queen had conquered with her cock in front of an assembly in her own throne room. Truth be told, he loved it, and he wanted more. Not more for himself, but to serve Her more.

"Take his cock in your hands," she commanded. "And feel how inferior you truly are."

It required both hands at once to really get an impression. His own penis could be grabbed entirely with just one. As soon as he wrapped his fingers around the long black cock, feeling it harden in his hands, his little penis stiffened drastically. The Queen and her two servants smiled. Gradually, he touched all along the shaft, the head, and made his way to the balls. Her servant was hung like a horse. He knew what would come next.

"Confess, slave."

"Yes, Ma'am. My penis is inferior. His cock is so much bigger. So much I..."

"Yes?"

"So much I want to..."

"You will. Accept your role, slave."

"It's so big I want to worship it."

"Of course, you do," she said. "Inferior males so idolize the objects of their envy that they can't help but worship them. You'll submit to the bigger cock just like you'll submit to the bigger person who holds your leash. You know what to do."

He pressed his lips against the servant's huge dick, kissing and licking it before finally engulfing it with his mouth. The whole thing could hardly fit halfway down his throat, but he tried his best to stuff it as deep as possible. The Queen began to moisten, stroking the back of her slave's head while he gave head to one of her favorite cocks. She thought of the joy that she'd have in training him how to properly take all of a 10 inch black dick down his throat. She thought of giving him a size limit... nothing under 9.

After a while, the Queen nodded to the other guard. "Fuck his ass."

Like a ragdoll, he was picked up and lifted over a shoulder, carried to the Queen's bed. Firm hands laid him down and pushed his body into the appropriate position on all fours. As one cock was thrust into his mouth, he felt another force its way into his asshole. He gasped at the sensation of something thick and long sliding into him from behind. He had no time to react, his instinctive clenching even cut short by what he could not resist. The Queen watched with a wicked smile, her arms casually crossed.

"Nothing captures the mind of a man like exploiting and shattering his inhibitions." 

She ran a hand slowly over his bare bottom, listening closely to the sound of joyous moans and sighs. Lightly, she bit her lip as she saw her servant's giant black dick thrust far into her white slave's hole. As it pulled back in preparation for another pounding, she heard a squeak from her toy on the receiving end. The Queen leaned her head next to his, her eyes gleefully observing as he willingly kissed and sucked the cock pressed against his face.

"Good boy," she laughed. "You certainly enjoy worshipping cocks that put your penis to shame, don't you? These men have not had the privilege of being fellated until now. Perhaps I'll make you my royal cocksucker."

"Yes, my Queen," he answered.

Standing up, she said, "Turn him over." He was abruptly flipped onto his back. "Hold him down," she instructed the guard leaning over his head. Instantly, dark muscular arms grabbed his and pinned them on the bed. Turning to the other servant, she gave her order. "Enter him again. Hard. Slow. And deep."

His little penis shot up erect as the first push came. The Queen stepped in to sit on his waist as the anal penetration continued. With every movement, she felt the body beneath her bounce. He began to cry out in ecstasy, making faces that left nothing to the imagination. Leaning in closer, the Queen put her hands around his throat, her eyes widening with passion and her breathing increasing rapidly.

"In my kingdom, My. Will. Is. Law." The pace of his heart became swept up with hers. "My will is to be your sole ambition. Nothing else exists for you. Your ass and mouth will be trained to best serve me. Your flesh will be used and abused to best serve me. Your mind and soul will be subjugated, chained, and crushed to best serve me."

As the fucking grew more frequent and more intense, she began to ride the motion under her legs. His cheeks were a bright shade of red while he persistently cried out before her eyes. She tightened her grip around his neck and panted with him. He desperately wished he could be the one getting her off. But then it occurred to him - he was. She was getting off on his surrender to another man. He felt something he'd almost believed he would never feel. He was honored to be used by her, even if she was using him through someone else.

"This bitch needs to be covered in cum," the Queen viciously commanded.

Suddenly, he felt his ass go unoccupied, swiftly. It so startled and aroused him that he screamed. The servant's long cock pressed against his small penis, pouring out cum all over it as he excitedly came in response. The other big black cock dumped a load on his face, which the Queen promptly ordered him to lick up as she finally reached climax herself.

"Thank you, my Queen," he spoke in earnest.

"You have much to learn, small one," she replied. "And I will hold your leash tight as you find your way."