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From Duchess to Concubine

By: Wifetheif



Duchess Mona of Remnia paced the floor of her private apartment in the grand castle. She swept back her long brown hair and then released it. She took a look in the mirror and saw a lovely, tall, blue eyed woman with a porcelain countenance and a stunning figure. Even at a time like this she could remain focused on looking her best. Behind the bowed lips and strong chin, however, she grieved. From what she could tell the news of the battle was not good. The last messenger informed the palace that the Remnia troops were crumbling under the assault by the Kingdom of Herin. There had not been another messenger for hours. Mona could not help but feel that this costly war could have been avoided. She felt that her husband, Duke Rikard had been goaded into the war. She loved her husband a great deal but felt that he should have ignored the insults of King Peter of Herin but her beloved duke simply could not let his enemy's taunts stand.

The Kingdom of Herin had been lusting after Remnia for decades but the Duke's father Renthro had always maintained the peace through diplomacy and by forming an alliance with the nearby Kingdom of Franvia. But Renthro was two years dead and Rikard lacked his father skills in diplomacy and tact.

Mona loved her husband deeply but his anger often frustrated her. Still, he was a wonderful lover who was giving and kind in the bed chamber. But there he was under Mona's influence. Away from the side of his wife the Duke of Remnia was short tempered and hot blooded. King Peter had set a clever, yet obvious trap and Mona wept with despair when her husband plunged headlong into it.

First Peter had engaged in a diplomatic tour de force and made extensive concessions so that Franvia broke its ancient alliance with Remnia. Not only did they break the alliance but they promised that they would not intervene in Remnia's affairs no matter what events might transpire. Next he began a vicious whisper campaign against her husband. Rumors were planted that Duke was less than a man. That he consorted with necromancers to consult with his late father as he was incapable of governing on his own. The rumors were not true but they did prey upon Rikard's weaknesses. In truth the Duke WAS lost without his father's guidance. Despite being well trained by his father, Rikard was plagued with doubts about his abilities and self worth. Nothing Mona said could convince her husband that he was a worthy heir of his father. That he was in fact a good ruler 

The Herin had also spread lies about Mona. The word was sent out that Mona was the real power behind the throne, that Rikard was powerless to act on his own, that Rikard's manhood was firmly in the hands of his wife. These stung her because they were not too far from the truth. Mona DID obey and submit to her husband's authority; yet it was also true that she could often get her husband do the things that SHE wanted.

The campaigns launched by the foul King Peter had all been designed to nettle Rikard, to play on his insecurities and to make him behave in a rash manner. Peter had played things brilliantly Three months ago Rikard had mustered his nation's army. They spent the next two months drilling and now they were in the process of invading Herin. Mona had tried to explain to Rikard that Herin was well defended, that a frontal assault such as he was planning was doomed to failure but her husband became angry and refused to believe her. 

"I need no advice from a woman on military affairs!" He snapped. Mona had her own network of communications in Remnia and the messages it relayed made Mona gasp. Rikard's generals were urging him into the war because Peter had promised them untold riches. Mona did not want to believe it but all of the evidence was pointing that way. None of the generals was advising against Rikard's plan. Mona felt certain that more was at play than the military leaders simply being deferential to the Duke.

Mona paced her chambers restlessly. She could no longer hear the distant retorts of cannon. That seemed ominous. Mona looked at her ladies in waiting. The grand castle was relatively lightly defended. Rikard felt that his plan was sure to succeed so he wanted as many men as possible to participate in "the great victory" with him. 

Mona stepped out of her apartments and gazed down into the main room of the castle. All at once the doors burst open and a haggard, mud streaked messenger strode in and told the soldiers gathered there, "Remnia has fallen and Duke Rikard is a captive of the Kingdom of Herin!" 

Word spread quickly through the castle. Mona's ladies in waiting were terrified. If truth be told, so was she. The captain of the royal guards approached Mona.

"Have no fear your excellency my men will defend you to the last."

Mona looked at the brave captain and knew instantly that such a gesture and herculean effort was pointless.

"No captain, enough blood has been spilled today. You will throw open the castle doors and offer no resistance. The best move now is to throw ourselves on the mercy of our vanquishers."

"But your excellency... " The captain sputtered.

"With my husband's capture am I not ruler of this dukedom?" She replied hotly, "Obey your ruler!"

"Yes your excellency."

Glumly the captain told his men to offer no resistance. Everyone was morose as they stared out the open door of the castle. The twilight turned into gloom as night approached. At last the sound of approaching mounted troops was heard off in the distance.

Mona had to prevent panic from overtaking her ladies in waiting some of whom wanted to swallow poison. They feared rape and violence to their persons. 

"King Peter is a foul creature but I am sure that he is no monster. I give you my assurance that you will all be well treated." 

There was grumbling but Mona was now, for all intents and purposes, the law and had to be obeyed.

At last the foreign soldiers were at the door of the castle.

"In the name of peace, lay down your weapons." A Herin herald yelled. The captain and his men set down their arms. Ringed by guards King Peter strode into the grand castle of Remnia. Mona was not prepared to meet such a handsome man. He was tall and broad and wore a well trimmed beard and mustache. His hair was dark black and his eyes hazel and piercing. His armor shone like a mirror, To Mona it seemed that King Peter had not even exerted himself this day. He looked as fresh and new as though it were morning.

The captain and his guards were quickly rounded up and secured with ropes. Mona came forward.

"Your excellency, King Peter, my home and its contents are at your disposal, Our only concern is peace."

King Peter, drank in Mona's beauty as his eyes toured her body. Mona did not like the way he leered at her. 

"Madame, your needs and wishes are not my concern. I have some very firm plans for this dukedom and I will do with it and with you as I please."

King Peter made a gesture and a commotion ensued. Mona's heart fell. Being dragged into the castle was her husband, Duke Rikard. He was filthy and naked save for a chastity device encircling his loins. Rikard fell in heap at Peter's feet.

Peter spat on Mona's husband. Then he spoke.

"Secure him in the castle tower. At noon on the day after the next full moon he will be castrated in the plaza that encircles this castle. I will have a change purse made from his balls!" 

Mona stared, almost not comprehending as her husband, spewing invective, was forced up the steps to the tower at sword point. Surely her ears and eyes were deceiving her. Peter watched as his rival was led off and then turned to face Mona.

"Your husband is a fool, But he has excellent taste in women. I give you a conundrum, woman. I can either carry out the sentence I just pronounced upon the man who was once your husband or you can spare his manhood by submitting to me and agreeing to become my concubine. Consent to that and Rikard shall live unmutilated and your ladies in waiting will be permitted to leave this castle without being searched. They will be completely unmolested. Your guards will be released and not one item will be disturbed in this castle." 

Mona's mouth dropped open in terror and she struggled for her breath. Surely this was some ruse. It must be a dream she thought. But the look on Peter's face was deadly serious.

"And if I say no?" She heard herself asking.

Peter laughed. "Then your husband loses his balls, Your ladies in waiting will be given to my men to slake the hunger of their loins. We kill your guards, loot the castle and finally YOU are paraded naked to the public square and auctioned off to the highest bidder!"

The world reeled around Mona. She could not believe that Peter could be so cruel. She had believed him a hard man but fair one. Clearly she had been misinformed. She immediately realized that there could be only one course of action. As long as her husband remained unmolested there was a chance that he could be restored to throne. The nation would never follow a gelding however. And her ladies in waiting and her guards, surely she owed them their lives and maidenheads. She met King Peter's gaze. His piercing eyes seemed to be staring right into her very soul.

It seemed to Mona that she was staring down at herself from some far off place. Inwardly she saw herself nod and heard herself mouth the word "Yes." 

King Peter's men burst out in round of applause and cheers. Peter held his hand up for silence.

"It is clear that this is a woman of rare beauty, intelligence and bravery. I shall treat her well."

Still in shock, Mona watched as her guards were released and led from the castle. Each of her ladies in waiting embraced Mona and kissed her on the cheeks and said their farewells. All of them called her brave and a true friend. Each was escorted to the door of the castle by one of Peter's officers, just as protocol required. In the end only King Peter and a cadre of officers and guards remained in the castle with Mona. The gate to the castle was shut.

Mona was instructed to kneel on the floor with her back ramrod straight while King Peter toured the castle. A guard held a weapon on her. After what seemed like hours King Peter and his retinue returned to the main room of the grand castle where Mona knelt waiting.

Peter stood before her.From Mona's vantage point he fairly loomed like a giant. "This is an impressive castle woman, I see many feminine touches which I have no doubt are your contribution to the decor. You are to be complemented on your taste." 

He made a gesture and several women were let into the room.

"As to what happens now. These women will bathe you and prepare you to be a royal concubine. When that process is finished I will be taking you tonight in your marital bed. The more you enjoy my ministrations and touch the more privileges will be extended the Duke. He should be the Duke now in your mind. Your marriage to him is at an end. A royal fiat has been issued explaining that you are now my concubine and have forfeited any claim to the throne and to Rikard's hand. In other words, even if through some miraculous action Rikard is restored to the throne he will need to find himself a new duchess. If you are obedient and fully compliant in bed I will treat you very well. The nicer you are to me the nicer I will be to your former husband. Perhaps one day I might even free his manhood and give him female companionship but that will be a long time in coming. Is that clear?"

Mona gazed up at Peter and nodded. She realized that he had been too stunned to even cry. She knew that tears would come and that they would be copious but for now she was focused on Rikard, the man she would always view as her husband. He must live if he is to be returned to the throne. No matter how unlikely that outlook now appeared, Mona's only hope was in believing in it and in him. She loved him deeply despite his faults. She loved him even knowing that she was in this current predicament because of her husband's rash temper. She would put up with anything, even suffering this beast's touch for the sake of the man she loved.

The women helped her to her feet and led her to the master bathroom. Mona had been raised around women just like this since her birth but these women were strangers. Mona marveled at Peter's confidence in taking such women with him on a campaign. He must have been supremely confident in his victory thought Mona AND that meant he had been supremely confident of her answer to his conundrum!

With gentle efficiency they stripped the long flowing dress from Mona. They examined her clothing and collected any jewels or gold they found. Even though the bathwater vented steam into the room Mona shivered. The women examined her from head to toe, even inspecting her quim for hidden treasure. At first Mona thought it was an oversight when the women seemed to ignore her wedding and engagement rings Then the implications of Peter allowing her to keep them hit her. At last the women led Mona into the tub where they gently lathered and rinsed her. They had taken Herin soap with them. Mona did not recognize the aroma nor the texture of this alien soap. Once she was washed head to toe one of the women approached her with a razor. Mona screamed in fear until it was explained to her that the intimate hair on her quim was to be removed.

"Concubines in Herin are kept hairless below the neck. You will be put under the razor every day." The eldest woman explained. Mona began crying as her loins were denuded. To Mona it was a violation, small compared to the others she had suffered today, but it started her tears, The women continued in their ministrations oblivious to Mona's spasmodic crying jag. At last Mona got a hold of herself. The women led her from the bath ad dried her off. Mona took a long look at herself in the mirror. Hairless she appeared younger, it was as though she were looking at a stranger. At last it came time to dress her.

By this point Mona had mentally prepared herself for anything but the garment she was expected to wear still shocked her. It was red and short, exposing nearly all of her fine lean legs. It came up to just above her impressive breasts, The fabric was fine gossamer, exposing her feminine charms in a way that Mona thought scandalous. Beneath the gossamer fabric a tiny piece of cloth circled her womanhood and another restrained her breasts in a way that was, if anything, more alluring than simple nudity. 

"I look like a Harlot." she thought. Worse there was no way out of her predicament. Honor and royal integrity prevented her from saying no at this point. Rikard's manhood depended upon Mona willingly sacrificing her marital state for him. Peter was awful, aggressive, powerful and cruel. Yet he possessed honor. Had he not. Her ladies in waiting would have already been ravished and her guards killed. Perhaps she COULD win favors for Rikard from him. "At least he is not unattractive." she thought to herself. 

After being given a pair of simple red slippers, the oldest woman led Mona down the familiar hallway to her bed chamber, "How many times have I walked this hallway?" She thought abstractly. Every other time Rikard had been on the other side of that door. Tonight her husband's worst enemy who was also his only salvation awaited her. Mona steeled herself.

The older woman knocked on the door. A guard acknowledged her and the door swung open. Peter stood a few meters inside the door. Still clad in his armor he extended his hand when the older woman announced, "The royal concubine is prepared." 

He fairly pulled Mona into the room. Mona saw his eyes explore her body. To Mona's horror he had her spin around a few times so that Peter could examine her from all angles. He told the older woman that she had done well and dismissed her as well as the guard. The two of them were left alone in the royal bedchamber.

"You look ravishing," Peter said. "Your former husband truly is a fool. Going to war with his men when he had such a fantastic feminine form at home. Were I Rikard, I would never have left your side."

Mona did not know whether to believe any of that but she did concede to herself that it was good to hear. Peter called Mona forward.

"You will remove my armor now, then I will remove your garments and you will service me. I expect immediate and enthusiastic responses. Begin now."

Mona sighed deeply, prayed for strength and stepped forward, She began by unbuckling the breast plate. Herin armor was similar to Remnian armor and Mona had helped Rikard get in an out of his armor many times for ceremonial and military functions. The buckles undone, Peter helped her lower the heavy chrome plated chest piece to the floor. Next Mona withdrew the chain mail gloves and arm and elbow guards. The joined the breastplate on the floor.

Striving to delay the appearance of Peter's manhood, Mona made the move to remove the leather inner shirt next. She was stunned at how heavily muscled Peter was under it, All of the muscles of his belly were sharply defined as were those on his smooth chest and massive arms. So unlike her Rikard, who, wile tall and well made, had a tendency to overeat and always had a paunch. 

Next Mona bent nearly to the ground and unfastened the armor protecting his boots. Mona unlaced and helped Peter to withdraw each boot. Mona took off his stockings and they joined the pile on the floor. Mona paused for a moment and then unbuckled the leg armor. As with his chest and tummy, Peter's legs were powerfully muscled. Peter was clad now only in his codpiece and leather trunks. Mona's hands trembled as she unlaced the huge codpiece and set it gently on the floor. Mona could see that Peter was becoming aroused by the sudden tightness of his leather trunks. Knowing that she could do nothing else, Mona untied the draw string to the trunks and they slid down Peter's legs.

Mona was amazed, Peter's penis was huge, and in the fashion of his country, uncut. Thick curls hid the base of the shaft and finely coated the balls. The only penis Mona had ever seen was Rikard's. She had heard from actresses and other sorts of women that male members varied in size and shape but she had not given those stories much credence yet here was the proof before her very eyes. 

Mona made no move as Peter stepped out of his trunks and approached her. Gently he reached for the fastener of Mona's brief garment. Mona scarcely noticed as it fluttered to the floor.

"What an utter fool Rikard was for leaving you unprotected. I will always keep you safe."

He bent and gently withdrew each of Mona's slippers. Then with one movement he swept her off her feet and carried her towards her marital bed. "The beast means to defile me in my own bed." Mona thought to herself but somehow that fact did not upset her as much as she expected. Once between the sheets Peter gently teased off the gossamer underthings Mona wore with his tongue and teeth. Gently kissing and nibbling Mona's breasts he made her nipples erect and lovingly circled her areolas with his unrelenting, supremely talented tongue. 

This was an experience Mona was completely unprepared for. Rickard had been careful and gentle but never had a man done to her what the King of Herin was doing. Gently he kissed his way down Mona's body, removed the lower garment and began eating her out. Mona had never experienced anything like it. Well she had, but Peter was so much more talented. The sensation on her shaven sex arrested her mind from thinking about anything else. Involuntarily Mona began writhing with pleasure. Even as she screamed in ecstasy, she hated herself for it.

After taking her to orgasm with his tongue, Peter entered her sex with his manhood. Mona felt so full that she thought that she would explode. When Peter began rhythmically sliding his penis inside Mona's pussy, she was overcome with sensation. She hated the second orgasm even more than she had hated the first. At last Peter finished with her.The last thing she heard before she drifted off to sleep was, "You can't deny that you enjoyed that." Mona was aware of someone saying "Thank you." in a woman's voice, but it COULDN'T have been herself!


From Duchess to Concubine Ch. 02



After donning their proffered robe, Mona followed her ladies in waiting to the bath chamber. Mona marveled again how quickly she had adjusted to these new women. She was compelled to exercise and then bathed, shaved and dressed. Bt now there were concubines dresses for her in each of the three colors. Each one color was repeated several times so that Mona would always look fresh. Mona severely mourned the loss of her old wardrobe. To be constantly exposed like this would take some time to get used to.

Mona was led to the dining hall where a light meal was waiting for her. As a precaution her meal had been pre-cut for her. She was permitted only a spoon. Mona thought that safety measure was ridiculous. Despite her loss of position and prestige, she had no desire to harm herself or others. She felt that in some way she was insurance for Rikard's life. Were she to kill herself or attempt to assassinate King Peter, she had no doubt that an immediate aftermath would be the execution of her, now former, husband. Mona gazed at her rings once more. They represented a past that was like a heaven lost.

Presently King Peter entered the dining hall. As she had been instructed Mona immediately slid off her chair and knelt, back ramrod strait, until the king recognized her.

"Ah I see that you are learning, my sweet concubine. On your feet then come here and kiss me."

Mona did as instructed, slightly appalled with herself for actually desiring a kiss from the King. At the same time Mona realized that she needed to open her heart to him. Not just because it would make chores like kissing him so much easier but also because she so wanted to believe Peter's words of affection towards her were sincere.

I have some business to attend to but I will expect you at the royal bed chamber in an hour. I will be taking you every chance I can get for the rest of the week. On Sunday my queen and brother arrive from Herin and your role will change slightly.

"Queen?" said Mona.

Peter threw his head back and laughed. "Surely you did not think me a bachelor! Queen Elise and Prince Aaron and their entourage will be taking up temporary residence in this castle. Queen Elise is great with child, the midwives are sure that it will be a male heir. If he is born on this soil he can be legitimately named as Duke of Remnia. I can crown him when he turns five with my brother serving as regent until my son comes into adulthood.

Mona was stunned "But, your Excellency you promised that Remnia's next king would be one of its own people."

"And by being born here he shall be one of its people." Peter sneered. " Surely you did not think that I would let such a fine prize as this kingdom slip from my grasp? On paper Remnia will be independent but in fact and deed this nation, just like yourself, will be kept in bondage. I DO feel a great deal of affection for you Mona but you will always be my concubine. I may as well tell you this unpleasant truth as well. I reserve thee right to loan your charms to others, perhaps to seal a treaty or as a token of friendship with rival realms."

King Peter's words struck Mona like a thunderbolt.

"I am to be shared?" 

"Oh I don't expect it will happen too often but it IS part of your duties as my concubine. Of course I can offer you am alternative. I could sell you to a pig farmer or a tanner. You would lose all the rights you now have. Before you are sold however You will have the pleasure of witnessing Rikard's emasculation. If I take his balls he will be compelled to wander the countryside wearing a dress. I will knock his teeth out and force him to suck off my officers. Oh the years until his trial by my son will be a glorious hell for him."

Mona gasped. "You are every inch the beast Rickard said you are!"

"Mona, as your own body has let you know when we made love that I am also a man of gentility and kindness. So long as you are an obedient concubine Rickard will be kept chaste and in confinement. His only menace will be boredom. If you are exceptionally well behaved I will allow you to select a whore for him on his birthday and he will will be permitted her companionship. He is only fit for whores now and that very very sparingly. Remember, had your former husband not attacked my kingdom he would still have his country, his power, and his duchess. Now he exists only at my whim. It is because I DO care for you that he has received any favor at all. In reality I should simply have executed him once he was captured but he is useful to me alive, Especially as your affection for him makes you more compliant and amenable to my entreaties. To be blunt my charming concubine, your succulent quim is the only thing keeping him alive. Decide that you do not want my affections, decide that you will no longer enthusiastically enjoy our couplings and I will dispose of both of you!" 

With that Peter excused himself and exited the hall. Mona returned to her chair and broke out in piteous tears. Mona cried for some time. In her mind she mulled over her options again and again they came up with a single answer. She had to accept King Peter's affections if she wanted an kind of life for herself or for poor Rikard. "I have to learn to love Peter completely and without equivocation." She thought to herself. She was still caught up in that revelry when a lady in waiting informed her that it was time to retreat to the royal bedchamber to please King Peter. 

Mona was hardly in the mood but she tried to make herself feel enthusiastic. She liked the tender side of King Peter and would prefer to see that side of him as much as possible. She took a detour to wash her face and smooth out her brief dress. She plastered a smile on her face as she entered the bed chamber.

King Peter was waiting by the bed, dressed in regal yet simple attire. He commanded Mona to undress him. Mona did so, again amazed at what the sight of Peter's muscular flesh and large penis had on her. Involuntarily she felt herself moisten and her breath caught in her throat. If Mona would have been honest with herself she would have acknowledged that Peter was the very sort of man she dreamed about in her adolescence. When a young princess, Mona used to steal away to gaze at the muscular gardeners and landscapers toiling away with their shirts off on hot days. She simply could not get enough of that activity. It led to her being disciplined by her father and mother yet still she would sneak off. That it caused her to be moist and for her heart to beat faster was a puzzlement to her at that young age. Now Mona was feeling the same thing while gazing at King Peter's spectacular specimen of manhood and she detested herself for it. 

After the King's spectacular naked form was revealed he began undressing Mona. Again his touch was like the charge of static electricity. Mona realized that while she had very good reasons for despising King Peter, her body craved him very much. Because it offered the path of least resistance, Mona decided to follow the leading of her body. She responded to Peter's touch and began kissing him all over. 

Before she realized what was happening she was one her knees savoring the taste of his massive cock. Peter gently held her head as he came and encouraged Mona to swallow every drop. To Mona's surprise, she did just that. It did not revile her as much as she expected it would. 

Peter bent down, picked up Mona and carried her to the bed. This time it was he who kissed her all over. Peter's gifted tongue and hands began working on Mona's shaven sex. The sensation was overwhelming. Her orgasm was massive and caused her whole body to weaken. Peter snuggled close to her and said, "Mona you are practically a goddess. Making love to you is to know heaven's touch." Mona heard herself thank the King and then, thoroughly spent, she drifted off to sleep.

It was well past evening when Mona awoke. She was alone in the bed and in the bedchamber. Her clothes still strewn where Peter had cast them off. One of the king's guards looked in on her. Noticing that she was awake, the ladies in waiting were summoned. The women arrived with a fresh change of clothes and dressed Mona where she was. It was dinner time so Mona was led to the dining hall.

King Peter was already at the table dining with Remnia's most prominent general. Mona knew him well. The general's eyes hungrily devoured Mona's body head to toe. Mona was instructed to take a seat to the left of King Peter. Another pre-cut meal was placed before her. Mona realized that she was very hungry. When given permission to eat by the King, Mona did so. As she ate she listened to the conversation between the King and general Wessen. 

"I have no intention of reorganizing the Remnian army or interfering with its generals provided that you remain loyal to me." Said the king. 

"With the gifts you have bestowed, that will not be a problem. I can even get them to accept your son, should your Queen Elise deliver one, as the new Duke of Remnia. The only problem with that is that it puts Rikard's trial too far in the future. Remnia lost two divisions in Rikard's foolhardy frontal assault. We only followed him because he was our Duke. We understand that you did what you had to do. You did what any king would have done. My fellow generals and I also appreciate the fact that you showed great mercy to our army and minimized casualties wherever and whenever you could. We thought that Rikard would see how foolish his plan was and retreat with honor but instead he charged ahead. To be blunt the army wants revenge. Under the laws of Remnia, the Duke is commander in chief of the armed forces he can be put to court martial and punished by the military.

We are agreed that he has forfeited any right to the throne. To be honest we are so angry that we want the end of his bloodline. The populace is war weary now but in a few years time they may recall Rikard with fondness and make a move to have him restored to the throne. To forestall this the army wants him tried, humiliated and executed. All we need is your approval and a trial can be convened in a few months."

King Peter took a deep breath and replied. "I will seriously consider it. It does make little sense to keep Rikard alive." Peter looked at Mona and said "He has a certain value to me now living but I certainly don't want to deal with a popular move to restore him to the throne. I do like the idea of a military trial however. That way even if Rikard were left alive the fact that he could never again be permitted to command the military would forestall a popular movement to restore him. If he can't command the army then he can hardly be expected to rule the country now can he?" 

Mona ate in stunned silence. There was no hope now of Rikard ever being Duke again, further, if she was reading the King's expression correctly her willingness in the bedchamber were all that were keeping him from harm. It was just as Peter said.

The days passed for Mona quickly. Peter took her when ever the opportunity presented itself. Mona felt herself yielding to Peter's caresses and gentle words. He constantly praised Mona, complimented her beauty. Further he often said that she was causing stirrings in his heart. He sounded most sincere. At night she felt secure wrapped in his powerful arms and she found that serving him became more and more pleasurable with each new session of lovemaking. 

The Queen and the King's brother were due to arrive any time now. Mona and Peter were snuggling in bed when Peter held Mona's left hand. He fingered her wedding band and engagement ring and said.

"If you make me a present of these I will give you something very special in exchange."

Mona looked at her rings. "But they represent the love between Rikard and myself. If I take them off that love symbolically ends." "Mona you are a divorced woman, the church has given you to me as little more than a slave. Besides do you REALLY think Rikard cares about you now?"

"Of course he does!" replied Mona

"Oh Mona, you are so sweet and innocent which makes your beauty that much more overpowering. You are a smart woman but there is much you need to learn."

The lady's in waiting were summoned and Mona was dressed and wrapped in an elegant robe.

"Follow me." Said Peter. "We are going to the tower. It is time that you had your eyes opened."

In velvet slippers, Mona trailed Peter up the winding steps of the tower at last they stopped at the door of the highest and last cell of the tower. Cells like this one were meant for the hardest cases or the greatest traitors. A huge oaken door blocked the entrance of the cell. Within the door was a second door. This was opened to reveal bars. Peter nodded to the guard and the guard announced.

"Your wife is here prisoner."

Rikard's face appeared behind the bars. He looked haggard and needed a haircut and a shave. He did not return Mona's smile.

"What do you want whore?" Rikard spat.

"Rikard! That is no way to speak to the woman you love!"

"The guards told me everything. You ARE sleeping with that vile slime Peter are you not?"

"Only to preserve your life and to see to your well being."

"You should have slit your troat rather than take that rascal to bed. I would rather have seen this castle razed and a manure pit erected in its place than to live with the knowledge that my bride had chosen to sleep with my worst enemy. You are a slut and a whore. For God-sakes let Peter have his will with me. I prefer to face my fate as a man rather than live at the mercy of a woman's quim!"

"Rikard how can you be so cruel?"

"Guard, notice she denies nothing! At least my jailers have been honest with me." Rikard spoke into the darkness beyond Mona.

"Rikard I love you!"

"Hardly, had you truly loved me you would have had the royal guards fight to the last man and you and your ladies in waiting would have taken your lives by poison or sword point as the castle was overrun. You chose the path of the coward and the harlot. Do you expect me to be grateful for being permitted to live as a naked, chaste animal in my own castle? I curse you and damn you. Sleep with Peter! Fuck his brains out! Embrace the harlot you are!"

Then Rikard took a long look at Mona. He spat at her and announced

"You are a wicked, sinful woman. I hope you enjoy being the king's whore. Why don't you go all the way and bear him a bastard! Had you loved me you would have taken your life. The fact that you are still alive proves to me that you never loved me and never respected what I stood for. What ever we did have ended the moment that foul deviant Peter entered this castle unmolested. You gave the order for the guards to stand down for that I hope you die in a hideous awful manner. Perhaps in childbirth when you bear the bastard Peter will no doubt fill you with. The happiest news my jailers could bring me now is your death or my own death warrant. I renounce you! I despise you!" 

With that Mona burst into tears and Peter, in the shadows, signaled the guard to close the cell bar door. The rest of Rikard's foul tirade was muffled by the oak door. Gently Peter draped and Arm about Mona and led her to the bedchamber. Her sobbing was virtually uncontrollable. In an act of sympathy, Peter took off Mona's robe and undressed her. He set her down in bed and let her cry herself to sleep.

Mona awoke very early in the morning. Peter had evidently slept elsewhere for his side of the bed was unruffled. Mona felt like a completely different woman. Rikard's words hat cut deeply into her psyche. During the night when her tears had passed she reappraised Peter and realized that he was treating her as well as he possibly could. She could never be his queen but as a concubine she had certain rights and privileges. She did not like the idea that she might be shared with other men but as long as she was returned to Peter she supposed that she could tolerate even that.

In a way that the church pronouncement had not, Rikard's words had caused her to consider her marriage over. For the first time she considered herself divorced. With that her new status it only made sense to draw closer to Peter.

The ladies in waiting were summoned and Mona was exercised, shaved and dressed for the day. Mona slid the rings off her left hand and set off to find Peter. She found him in the throne room where he was supervising the details of the welcome for the Queen and his brother, Prince Aaron.

Mona waited patiently on her knees until Peter was ready for an audience with her. At last he motioned her forward.

"You look as lovely as always, Mona. It is nice to see you smile after last night's tears."

"Thank you your Excellency."

She open her hand and proffered her rings. "I can't imagine why you want them but they no longer symbolize what I thought they did. I present them to you."

King Peter bowed and swept up the rings. He kissed Mona's finger where the white mark encircled it. 

"Thank you Mona. You are as wise as you are beautiful."

Several hours later Mona was sitting next to Peter on her throne as the King's relatives arrived. Her ladies in waiting had outdone themselves in styling her hair and applying makeup. Mona honestly could not recall when she looked more beautiful. Not even on her wedding day.

Mona heard the wagons pull up outside the castle. A red carpet was laid out and heralds entered the throne room. 

"Presenting his Excellency Prince Aaron."

Mona was struck by the resemblance between the King and his brother. He was obviously younger but just as tall and broad and handsome. He was clean shaven in contrast to his brother. Aaron made his way to Peter's throne, climbed the steps and kissed Peter's ring. Then he stood at the foot of Mona's throne, blushed, and bowed deeply. One of Aaron's attendants presented him with a small box and he in turn set it at the foot of Mona's throne. 

"A gift for my brother's fair concubine." He bowed again and then made his way to the temporary throne that was set up for his use. 

With a flourish the heralds blew some triumphant notes on their horns and a litter bearing the Queen was carried into the throne room by a group of burly men. The Queen was reclining in a yellow flowing dress. Mona noticed that her stomach was huge with child and that Queen Elise was very beautiful indeed. She had long flaxen hair, shining green eyes, an aquiline nose, a lovely complexion, and large breasts.

Because of her condition the king stepped down from his throne to offer his bride his cygnet ring. After that duty was dispensed with Queen Elise was presented to Mona. The women eyed each other with suspicion and then Mona did as she had been previously instructed. With dignity and poise she rose from her throne, bowed low before the queen and then approached her. Then they kissed each other briefly on the lips before Mona returned to her throne.

Peter then announced. "This is my Queen she is to be obeyed as if she were me. Only my words can counterman hers."

In a short while the official greeting for Peter's relatives was at an end. Mona was redressed in black for the formal state dinner that was to follow this evening. Mona loved the contrast of the black with her porcelain skin. For dinner she would sit to the left of the king while Queen Elise sat on the right. Aaron sat opposite of her brother. Aaron thought that he was surreptitiously staring at Mona, but his actions were quite obvious. Whenever Mona and Aaron's eyes met however, Aaron flushed and immediately looked at the floor.

Mona was aware at how brief her garment was but she was getting used to the stares and ogling from everyone from the waiters to foreign dignitaries. Peter was equally solicitous of his queen and his concubine. Queen Elise's eyes shot Mona daggers all night long. 

Mona enjoyed the dinner a great deal. She felt as if a burden had been lifted from her. She looked at the ring finger on her left hand and felt, instead of loss, peace. She made her way to the bedchamber. Mona now had the opportunity to open Aaron's gift. Under the ornate wrapping was a note. Mona read,"Greetings fair Mona I trust that you are settling in to your new role. I treasure my brother and it is my sincere wish that you come to treasure him as well. I hope by this gift that we start out on the right foot together. I believe my brother will appreciate the gift as well. Sincerely Prince Aaron."




From Duchess to Concubine Ch. 02



In the box was a portrait of King Peter, looking very handsome,in a gold frame and some lovely diamond earrings. Aside from the crescent moon she was required to wear this was the first jewelry Mona had come to posses as a concubine. Her royal jewels had been confiscated by King Peter and now that she had ceded her rings she had no adornments of any kind. She would have to ask permission to wear them publicly of course, but she felt certain that King Peter would allow it.

Mona called a royal scribe and penned a sincere and appreciative note to prince Aaron. Just as the scribe was leaving Mona's room came the call that she was being summoned to the Queen's chambers. Not knowing what to expect, Mona braced herself for anything. She bowed and curtsied in the doorway and was told to enter.

The queen was relaxing in bedclothes. Mona realized that she was indeed very beautiful.

"Ah Concubine Mona. You were once the Duchess of this realm were you not?"

"Yes your Excellency" 

"And how are you adjusting to my husband's cock?"

Mona flushed with embarrassment.

"I thought as much. You will strip for me now. I would see what enthralls my husband. He is obviously quite taken with you and I wish to assess your charms for myself."

Mona had a thunderstruck look on her face upon hearing the Queen's words.

"Mona I know you are not deaf. Obey your Queen!"

Mona stood stunned for a moment and them made the move to remove her brief dress. It fell to the floor. Mona stood in the brief undergarment, the bra, her shoes and stockings and garter. Suddenly Mona felt chilled to the bone. Mona looked pleadingly at Queen Elise.

"To your skin darling. You will not leave this room until I have conducted a minute inspection of you." With dread Mona kicked off her shoes and unhooked and withdrew each stocking in turn. Then she removed the garter belt and the bra. Last she slid off the tiny step ins. 

"Enchanting." said Queen Elise "Come here." 

Mona paced the short distance to where the queen reclined propped up on pillows, With difficulty Queen Elise stood up. She was taller than Mona. Mona felt weak and vulnerable before her. Queen Elise felt Mona's breasts and ran her hands over Mona's body and bald mound. Mona was totally humiliated as the queen ordered her to turn around and touch the floor. At last the queen ordered Mona to get redressed

"You have fine tits a firm body and an attractive rump." Said Elise as Mona hurriedly put her clothes back on. "I can see what my husband sees in you. But make no mistake little concubine, you may sit on a throne in this country but at my word Peter could dismiss you and gift you to a foreign dignitary. Once I am delivered of this son and have some time to recover I can tend to my husband's considerable needs again. I understand that it is my lot to share him with women such as you but only I can give him heirs. You were stripped of your royal status but if you produce a child with him that could present problems. One of your little bastards may get it in his head that he is rightful heir of this Dukedom. To prevent that I tell you now that any male children you bear my husband will be yours until they are weaned. At that point they will be placed with families that are unknown to you and you will never see them again. If you bear girls, they will be groomed to follow in your footsteps and will become concubines to kings in far off realms. My son and my son alone will rule Remnia. You are dismissed!"

Stunned and angry Mona made her way back to her bed chamber. She had always wanted to be a mother and now even that was taken from her. Not for the last time she felt rage at Rikard for not heeding her wisdom. Presently there was a knock at the door and King Peter entered. He could tell that Mona had troubling thoughts. He asked Mona what was on her mind.

Mona talked about her encounter with Queen Elise. Her temper cooled however when she spoke of Prince Aaron's gift, Mona proudly displayed the earrings.

"My I wear them publicly your Excellency?"

"My brother has exquisite taste. Of course you may. I hope that you grow close to my brother. Perhaps you can cure him of his shyness around women. As to my wife. I am sure part of the venom she is sending your way is the result of her condition. Ordinarily she is quite generous and hospitable. As to the question of any children you may or may not produce, let's cross that bridge when we come to it."

Mona felt much better after talking to Peter and she found herself completely in the mood when he made the move to take her. It was their most delightful encounter so far. After making love the king excused himself. He was off to sleep with Queen Elise. Mona realized that she missed his comforting form lying next to her. 

The next morning she saw King Peter only briefly. He told her what her schedule of the day would be."I must attend to my wife, but because you have been so obedient I will allow you to go riding for the day. My brother Aaron will chaperon you. Your riding clothes have just been delivered."

"Thank you your Excellency. With the war and all its troubles it has been months since I have ridden." Mona was completely overjoyed with the prospect of a day on horseback. It was something from her old life that she missed desperately.

Her new riding clothes were a bit of a shock, but by now Mona should really not have been surprised. There were regular sized step ins that were padded and a bra that secured her bust from obvious movement while on horseback. Those were not a surprise, what she had to wear over it was. There were skin tight shorts that stopped high up on the thigh and and a tight silk blouse that bared most of her midriff. The color was a lovely lavender. Her ladies in waiting slathered Mona with ointment to protect against the sun. braided her hair, handed her her helmet and accompanied her to the stables. Mona realized that this was the first time she had been out of doors since a month before the war began. It felt delightful. The day was beautiful.

Her horse Chestnut was still in his stall and he recognized Mona as she neared. Greeting her old friend, Mona stroked and talked sweetly to her mount. Presently Prince Aaron arrived. When he caught sight of Mona his eyes immediately darted to the ground. Mona found his shyness endearing. She helped Aaron select a mount and then they and their attendants rode rode off towards the line of hills that marked the limit of the royal estate.

Haltingly at first, Mona engaged the prince in conversation. After they had ridden awhile the shy prince began to open up. Mona was able to get him to talk about himself, his life in Herin and what King Peter was like as a boy. Only when their ride was near an end did Aaron look Mona in the eye and only then did he realized that she was wearing the earrings he had gifted her. As far as Mona was concerned this was the most delightful day she had had since the war began so many months ago.

Their day long ride completed the riding party returned to the stables.The prince dismounted and helped Mona off her horse. Mona could not help but notice that the prince was holding her hands far more tightly than the task required.

"We must part now fair Mona but I hope that we can do this again." Said Prince Aaron haltingly as he made his farewells. Mona watched him walk away. He was every inch as handsome as his brother but his shyness was almost crippling. Mona thought that what Prince Aaron needed more than anything was a young woman to spend time with and boost his confidence. Mona thought to herself that perhaps one of her new ladies in waiting would fit the bill.

Mona reveled in the ministrations of her ladies in waiting as they massaged muscles that had tightened up after no being used for so many months. She luxuriated in the bath and took delight in letting them dress her. She took a long look at a young thin blonde. Mona liked chatting with her and thought that her vibrant personality would be perfect to bring Aaron out of his shell. She made a note to herself to discuss the issue with her when there was time. There was no time now. All was being readied for a state dinner.

The dining hall was full as the King was hosting an elaborate feast in honor of the immanent birth of his son. Mona was led to her chair and once recognized by the king sat down and began eating.This time she had a full set of cutlery. Either it was an oversight or else they assumed that Mona would not try to either kill herself or commit regicide in a room full of witnesses. Mona could not help but notice that Prince Aaron had shifted his seat. Instead of being directly opposite his brother, he was opposite Mona. Mona gazed across the table at the prince their eyes met and Aaron smiled then he flushed and his eyes darted beck to his plate. His eyes stayed focused on his food for the rest of the night. Only when asked a direct question did the prince focus anywhere else. Mona found it flattering in the extreme. 

The next day Mona barely saw the king. Elise had gone into labor. Eight hours later she delivered the predicted son. A crowd had gathered in front of the castle as King Peter stood on a parapet, held his son aloft and declared him, 

"Robert, Crown Prince of Herin and Duke of Remnia!"

Mona felt a great deal of sadness and finality at Peter's proclamation. To her chagrin the massive crowd cheered itself hoarse at the arrival of their new Duke. She thought again of Rikard in the tower the window in his cell had a perfect view of the proceedings. "What must he going through his mind at this moment?" she thought absently to herself. Despite the cutting nature of Rikard's crass words and the finality of the divorce. Mona still retained fond memories of him and treasured the love that they once had. 

Her monthly started late in the day. For the first time she was dressed in the red attire. These were identical to the white and black dresses except that the step in was considerably larger and it had a place for sponges and a pad. Mona realized with dread that, clad this way, the entire castle would know that she was menstruating. On the other hand she had to agree with her ladies in waiting that she looked very fetching indeed in red. 

King Peter paid her a cursory visit. "I must attend to the Queen and my new son which means that I shall have less time for you fair Mona, however we both have our obligations." With that King Peter dropped his pants and ordered Mona to fellate him. He came in copious waves and Mona was able to capture only part of his cum in her mouth, the rest covered her chin and dripped down to her dress. Before he left King Peter said to Mona. "There is something I need to discuss with you. You may view the request I make a hard thing but it will mean the world to me."

With that the king was off. For the next two weeks Mona rarely saw the king mostly he popped in for a perfunctory blow job and left. Mona could tell that he was very harried. The new Duke was extremely healthy but Queen Elise was very demanding of his time. At last Mona was clad in her white dress again and shortly there after Aaron invited her to go riding once more. He was more animated this time but still painfully shy. Mona was surprised that when Aaron helped her dismount at the end of the day one of his hands subtly brushed her breasts. 

Shortly after the ride terminated Mona was summoned for an audience with the king. To Mona's surprise it was in the small room that peter had adopted for an office. Mona was announced at the door and let in. The door was closed behind her. King Peter then dismissed his guards. That struck Mona as strange. 

"Fair Mona, this is for our ears only. What is your opinion of my brother Aaron?".

"He is quite handsome and well mannered. A perfect gentleman. His shyness is on the one hand very much inhibiting him on the other hand it is quite endearing."

"Then you find him attractive?"

"What woman wouldn't? One of my ladies in waiting would be perfect for him. I thought ..."

"No Mona what my brother needs is an experienced hand. I would like to marry him off to one of several quite attractive princesses. But he is so shy around women that he would not have the first clue as to what to do with her on his wedding night. I have tried to instruct my brother but it is water off a duck's back. The palace in Herin is also stuffily conservative. He is constantly watched there. What he needs is first hand, hands on experience. Mona, I can't help but notice how my brother looks at you. You would do me a great favor by seducing him. Mona, make my brother a man."

Mona was stunned to total silence. At last she stammered. "But he is your brother..."

"Aaron and I have shared all things since he was born. This will just be another way for us to bond. The only thing I ask is that you do it out of earshot and vision of Queen Elise. She thinks that you are engaged in some plot to overthrow me. I have told her that that is patently ridiculous but her mind is me up. To be honest she is simply very jealous of your breathtaking beauty." 

"But your Excellency ..."

"Don't make me order you Mona, I want you to do this willingly and eagerly." pleaded King Peter

Mona took a step backwards and contemplated the king. There was a pleading, solicitous look on his face. Mona could tell the Peter wanted this for his brother very badly. Mona also realized that this encounter would be on her terms. For the first time since her nation had fallen, Mona wielded all the power. After a moment's thought she made her decision.

"I will invite your brother to go riding again tomorrow at noon see to it that he keeps the appointment. I will also need a letter from you containing an order for my ladies in waiting and his guards to retire to the castle. It is best if I do this alone. Of course there will be gossip but without eyewitnesses it will remain just that."

"God bless you Mona. You are every bit as wise as you are beautiful." With that King Peter bowed low before Mona and kissed her hand. 

Mona made her way back to her quarters lost in thought. She had never lain with a virgin before. Rikard had slept with several women before he had taken Mona's own virginity on their honeymoon. King Peter of course had been with Queen Elise and who knows how many other women. Aaron was very handsome, Mona wondered whether he was as well equipped as his brother, tomorrow she would find out. She drafted a invitation to the prince and had it delivered. 

For the first time since Remnia had fallen, King Peter did not make use of Mona. Instead he sent a letter and a small gift. The letter praised her and thanked her effusively.The gift was a Herin music box. Mona was delighted with it. The instructions were easy to understand and before long the bedchamber was filled with sweet music. Mona set the timer on the device and fell asleep to the strains of her favorite tune. 

Mona woke with a smile. She ate breakfast in her room and then made her way unaided to the bath chamber. Her ladies in waiting sprung to action. Mona was very precise in how she was to be prepared for the day. She wanted light makeup that enhanced her beauty. She called for her riding clothes. In the midst of her preparations a letter bearing the official seal of the King was delivered to her. All was in place. 

Mona hummed to herself as she and her ladies in waiting made their way to the stables. Aaron and his guards had preceded them. Mona presented the envelope to the chief guard. The color drained from his face but he immediately ordered his men and the ladies in waiting back to the castle. 

Aaron seemed perplexed as he watched them depart but Mona said. "The king thought we could use a bit of privacy."

Aaron blushed beet red. 

"What's the matter Prince Aaron? Are you afraid that I will bite?"

"N-n-n-n-o its just that you are so beautiful and I I I." 

Mona found this stammer positively endearing. "I am really going to enjoy this." she thought to herself. Mona strode forward closing the gap between herself and Aaron. He was about to shrink back when Mona's arms encircled him. Aaron was trembling as their lips met.

Deftly, Mona steered him towards a haystack. Then gently she began undressing him. Each centimeter of skin was blessed with a kiss as it was bared. Mona took a long time in undressing Aaron. His penis was just a bit smaller than his brother's but it was at full mast. Aaron squealed with delight at his first experience of fellatio. After giving Aaron a small taste Mona ordered him to undress her. With fumbling awkward hands Aaron stripped Mona. His eyes were as big a saucers as he drank in her naked form. Mona chuckled with delight inwardly at Aaron. He was so handsome and yet so innocent. Mona instructed Aaron in how to please a woman. She taught him to gently nibble her nipples and how the rudiments of preforming cunnilingus. Aaron was an apt pupil. After teasing him for hours Mona mounted Aaron and rode him to climax.

She held him close afterwards and whispered in his ear, "There now, wasn't that fun?" 

Aaron simply smiled in response. It was near dusk when they helped each other redress. Mona realized that the stray straw in her hair and its remnants coating her body were a dead give away as to what had transpired today but she knew that her ladies in waiting would be discreet. Mona could not remember a time when she had felt more desirable. She knew that if she were so disposed, she could make a puppy dog of Prince Aaron but it was enough consolation to realize that she would be the yardstick by which all future encounters Aaron had would be measured. Mona knew that she would always come out on top.

Quietly, both people fully spent, they made their way back to the castle. Mona was bathed and prepared for dinner. Her ladies in waiting noticed all the straw and immediately disposed of the bathwater. Mona was very proud of herself as she strode into the dining hall. Aaron beamed at Mona as she entered and King Peter shot her a nod and a wink. Apparently Mona had received the kingly seal of approval. 

Mona sat to the left of the king. Queen Elise appeared oblivious to all of the silent signals sent Mona's way. Dinner was very satisfying. In the bedchamber that evening King Peter came with a smile and bearing a gift. Mona opened the ornately wrapped box. Inside, a small tiara that was beautifully encrusted with gems.

"I will catch hell from the queen for giving you this but I want you to wear this tiara whenever you are serving in the throne room or at state functions. For a Herin concubine to wear one means that the King considers her of rare and extreme value and also that he loves her. " 

Mona was overcome with emotion. The word "love" in King Peter's sentence was not lost on her ears. 

"Prince Aaron has asked me to find a bride for him. Before the prospect of marriage terrified him and to be honest, fear that he would be completely at the mercy of his new bride, terrified me. Now he knows what he is doing and his fear of women has been replaced with a desire for them. Well he always had the desire but his shyness always prevented him from acting upon it before. You are a wonder Mona."

The King encircled Mona in his arms picked her up and planted a wondrous kiss upon her lips. 

"You were once the Duchess of this realm but to be honest I have come to adore you and love you. You are the rare combination of poise, grace, beauty and intelligence that all men seek. You can never be my queen but you will reside right next to her in my heart. Remember when I promised you a gift in exchange for your rings? That gift shall be a public pronouncement of my love. You will be crowned with the tiara and your fine qualities will be enumerated for all of Herin AND Remnia to hear. Among those attributes will be a statement of my love."




From Duchess to Concubine Ch. 02



Mona beamed both inwardly and outwardly. After the total defeat of her kingdom and her subjugation she had emerged unscathed. She would never be his queen but Mona had captured King Peter's heart and that prize was more than enough for any woman.



From Duchess to Concubine Ch. 03



The next few days were heady for Mona. That she was to be a crowned concubine was a great honor. Technically it would not change her status. Legally she was still chattel. However The public declaration of King Peter's love meant that she would be given greater honor and esteem by Peter's court and the public at large.

Peter scheduled the ceremony for a week in the future. It necessitated the creation of a special dress. The fabric was new to Mona. It came from Herin and looked like spun gold. Upon closer inspection Mona realized that it was not precious metal but a wondrous soft fabric that shimmered beautifully. Mona felt a sadness when she realized that the day of her coronation would be the only day that she would be permitted to wear the dress. After that it would go into a cedar lined chest, only to be looked at and kept as a memento.

The Queen's dressmakers traveled from Herin to Remnia to create the dress. Queen Elise was fairly livid with rage when she discovered her husband's plan. Mona did her best to avoid her but one day she was summoned to the Queen's bedchamber. The Queen was waiting for her. Sitting in an ornate chair, she was clad in a long flowing robe which highlighted her large milky white breasts. Now that the queen was nursing they were larger than ever. Already the Queen had lost most of her baby weight. Mona felt intimidated before her. Although Mona was tall, the Queen was taller. Mona also felt that Queen Elise was more beautiful than herself. Most of all Mona feared Elise's power and the control over King Peter that she wielded. 

"You are obviously very proud of yourself you little slut. But have no fear I will have my revenge. I am recovering from giving birth quite well. I have surprised the royal physicians with my recuperative powers. Soon I will be able to lie with my husband and fulfill all of his needs. He may be in love with you now, but once I work my whiles on him he will treat YOU any way that I want. I have so many wonderful ideas. Enjoy your coronation, if I have any say in the matter it will by your personal high water mark. You are dismissed you little whore!" 

Her head reeling Mona made her way back to her quarters. She had no doubt that the Queen's threats were genuine. For the present she would put that unpleasantness out of her mind and focus on the ceremony and practicing her role. As she practiced her lines she heard a knock on the door. It was Prince Aaron.

"Fair Mona. I am going riding in three hours. Could I ask the honor of your company?"

"Certainly your excellency but, if I may be forward, do not expect a repeat of our last riding adventure." 

Aaron smiled and said,"No Fair concubine, I understand. I would like to discuss with you insights into the feminine mind. I am not as gifted in knowing woman as is my brother. As we ride I would like to discuss things such as how can I tell if a woman is interested in me and not just my wealth and power. I so want to do as my brother has done and marry the right woman."

Mona told the prince that she would be delighted to discuss such topics with him. Mona really had an affection for Aaron. He was genuine and honest like his brother with an innocence and naivety that almost made him more handsome than the King. Mona knew that whoever the woman was who married Aaron she would be very lucky indeed.

After a splendid ride and stimulating conversation, Mona was prepared for dinner. As she sat to the left of King peter she tried to ignore the open hostility that Queen Elise was displaying. King Peter and Prince Aaron, however spoke to Mona as though they were oblivious to it.

That night King Aaron took Mona with astonishing vigor. Mona saw the King's ardor as proof of his devotion. It gave Mona hope that Queen Elise's threats were just empty talk.

The day of the ceremony dawned cold but fair. Mona's ladies in waiting dressed her in the fine dress. It resembled greatly her other concubine dresses save that it had a detachable train and golden gloves as long as her arms. Mona followed a young girl dropping rose petals to the floor before her.

The king and queen were already seated. Prince Aaron had asked for the right to vouch for Mona so he would be following her in.

A Priest from Herin and Remnia preceded her. They read a prayer of blessing and fertility as they walked. Mona's throne was decorated in laurel leaves and holly boughs. At the foot of King Peter's throne she bowed and thanked him in all the flowery language that they day required. Her next step was at the foot of the queen's throne. Elise shot daggers at Mona with her eyes but her face wore a bright smile. She listened patiently as Mona promised to willingly and happily share the King's bed. Mona was also required to state several times that she would always defer to the Queen and would never seek to alienate King Peter's affections. To demonstrate her submission to the King and Queen, Mona next laid prostrate on the floor.

"Who vouches for this fair woman?" Asked King Peter to the room.

Prince Aaron stepped forward and said, "On behalf of the Kingdom of Herin, the people of Remnia and my beloved brother, King Peter, I do!"

King Peter smiled and said, "You may rise Fair Concubine and ascend your throne."

Mona rose from the floor and bowed low, She approached first the Queen's throne and then the King's and kissed the feet of both royals, then standing tall, and erect, she approached her throne. Two of her ladies in waiting came forward and unfastened the train of the gold dress. That task completed Mona took her seat in her throne.

The priest from Remnia came forward with the tiara on a satin pillow. The Herin priest took it and set it on Mona's head while reciting a complicated ritual in the archaic Herin language. Mona cold follow none of it. For all to hear stated the many charms and graces of Mona. The King smiled and nodded as each attribute was stated. The Queen's smile turned into a scowl. At last the priest placed the tiara on Mona's head and the room burst into applause.

For the next several hours Mona received the well wishes of those present. Many of the people had known her as Duchess. It was nice to see that they still supported her. One of her former ladies in waiting came forward on the arm of her new husband, the Herin general who had led her from the castle when it had fallen all those months ago. That stopped Mona short for a few moments. She realized that she would never be just a wife of a husband ever again. It was sadness amongst the joy. 

After the ceremony there was a banquet in Mona's honor. King Peter and prince Aaron traded off turns dancing with he. The king also made a point of dancing with Queen Elise the same number of times that he had danced with Mona. While watching the royal couple dance Mona realized that in one way at least she outshone Queen Elise, Mona was a far better dancer.

Mona had the most wonderful time she had had since Remnia had fallen. Late in the evening her ladies in waiting undressed her and carefully stowed away the fine dress. One of her ladies in waiting hung a fertility charm about Mona's neck. "You deserve to be a mother." She said. King Peter arrived shortly after. Mona was still naked but hurriedly her ladies in waiting left the bedchamber. That night King Peter took her like he would have taken a new bride. With gentility and patience. Mona found him positively overwhelming. She was very wet. Unfortunately the King could not spend the night with her. He would be expected to fulfill his marital obligations to his wife this night as well.

The next weeks passed in a pleasant blur. Mona found that she saw less and less of King Peter. Queen Elise found any pretext to make sure that her husband spent time only with her. Queen Elise was also very rude to Mona, usually calling her "whore" under her breath. One afternoon King Peter and Prince Aaron went out riding and to inspect the troops. They would be absent from the castle all day.

Mona was in her bedchamber when she was summoned to the queen's chambers. The queen dismissed everyone from the room.

"Ah the royal whore. I have a surprise for you. Strip! NOW!" Mona knew better than to disobey the Queen. She quickly shed her clothes. To Mona's surprise she noticed that the Queen was also removing her clothes. The naked Queen approached the naked Concubine.

"Look on my body, slut. Do you think the King could really prefer your charms once mine returned to me?"

Mona looked at the naked royal. As usual she felt small in her presence. The Queen's skin was fair in the extreme, her large breasts were lovely her chest tapered to a hourglass figure. At the juncture of her long, limber legs the Queen's lovely, golden thatch stood out temptingly. Mona realized that Queen Elise was very beautiful indeed. She had no problem seeing in her what King Peter must. To be honest, Mona felt inferior in every way to Queen Elise.

The Queen retrieved something from a dresser drawer and said. "I would see what my husband sees in you. I would take you as he takes you. Perhaps that is your hold over my Peter. Do you make little animal noises in bed, are you a great lay?" 

Mona noticed that the Queen was holding a double headed phallus. One end was disappearing into the Queen's succulent sex.

"Pull down the covers and climb in bed. Lie on your back and prepare to be penetrated. I will see you as my husband does, above you and inside you."

Mona trembled obviously as she slid into the huge royal bed. The queen wasted little time in approaching the bed. Mona noticed that the Queen was now holding a riding crop.

"If you are not enthusiastic enough I will beat you like the horse you are." 

With that the Queen was upon Mona. Mona felt the cool, smooth phallus force its way inside her. Queen Elise began grinding away. Mona was startled by the sensation of the Queen's smooth warm skin pressed upon her own. Despite herself Mona found herself responding to the Queen's ministrations, Mona began breathing heavily. Elise ordered the Mona to suckle her breasts. It took several whacks of the crop before Mona made the move to suckle the Queen. Elise was still nursing and Mona encountered the taste of royal mother's milk.

"Yes, taste me. Like the new Royal prince you have nursed from me. I am a mother of a future king while you can only bear bastards and pretenders to the throne."

The Queen continued to ride Mona and at last, despite her total humiliation, Mona orgasmed.

"Kiss me as you kiss my husband." Said Queen Elise. This was followed by another crash of the riding crop.

Mona did her best to kiss Elise as though she were Peter. She closed her eyes and set her tongue to work. It was quite sometime before Queen Elise pulled away. Suddenly it was over. Mona felt the phallus withdraw from her quim. The Queen embraced Mona and ran her hands all over her body.

"Now I know what I am up against." Said Queen Elise as she stepped out of bed. "I see why Peter likes fucking you. But I have a solution to my Mona problem. It is perfect and the King will see that and obviously will have to agree with me. A few months of you in submissive exile will give me a chance to remind Peter just how wonderful a lover I am."

Mona lay still in the bed. She was full of dread and knew that the Queen's words were not a good omen. 

"Get up and get dressed whore. Mention this encounter to King Peter and I will see to it that you lose your pretty little thumbs."

Mona was shaking with fear as she redressed in her white concubine dress. Once she received permission to leave the Queen's chambers Mona made her way back to her bedroom and burst into tears. She was all cried out when King peter came to visit her. The king had come straight from the stables. He was sweaty and dirty but Mona did not mind as she undressed him. Mona sucked his cock for quite some time and then allowed the King to lead her to her bed. Mona savored every moment with Peter. Loving him was now something she feared losing.

Mona thought about her Husband Rikard, still in the tower. Now that she had had these many months to be intimate with King Peter, Mona realized that the King was afar better and more giving lover than her husband had ever been. In reality, King Peter had not asked of Mona anything she was not willing to give. Even those few times that King Peter had penetrated her anally, he was patient and supremely gentle with Mona. Mona discovered that she could enjoy something she feared. She viewed that as a late life lesson.

A few days later King Peter summoned Mona to his private office. The guards and scribes were dismissed and Peter had Mona take a seat.

"Mona I have unpleasant news. It is a situation I can not think of any other solution to. Actually Queen Elise discovered the solution to my problem. She is a brilliant, but if I do say so myself, a rather ruthless politician. The situation is thus. I owe a large personal debt to Lord Gerd Mayone, the Earl of Fretho. Lord Mayone is fabulously wealthy; richer than I as a matter of fact. He provided the funds to raise a portion of the army I needed to invade and conquer this nation of Remnia. He is so shrewd with money that he has already earned back much of the money he loaned me, however, there is still a large

debt he is willing to forgive in trade. If I do not take advantage of this offer I will have to raise taxes in Remnia AND Herin, something I am loathe to do since that will cause dissent in both places. I told my own nation of Herin that my military escapade in Remnia would not raise taxes. Raising taxes here may cause a popular uprising to either restore the Duke, your former husband, to his throne, or conversely. to drive me from the throne in my own country. I can not afford either outcome. This is where you come in, Fair Mona."

Mona looked at king Peter and said, "What do you mean your excellency?" 

"Queen Elise has told Lord Mayone of your beauty and intelligence. He will forgive my debt if I send you to him as a slave for four months. You leave in two days!" 

Mona appeared thunderstruck. "But your excellency, isn't there some other way?"

"Fair Mona I have thought of every other possible way but have come up empty. If I do not send you to him Lord Mayone will call in my debt and potentially ruin me. I love you Mona but I MUST hold on to my throne. Whether you like it or not this IS a duty that falls under your responsibilities as a royal concubine. When you return I promise to spend a week with you alone and I will shower you with gifts. If you try to decline this assignment I will order you to go anyway Mona."

Mona did not like anything she had heard. "Is Lord Mayone at least handsome and well made?"

"No Mona, he is fat, bald, and nearly fifty. His castle has every luxury however and Fretho is a very pretty province. It takes four days journey to reach Lord Mayone's castle. You will be traveling under guard and with two attendants The attendants will stay with you while you reside with Lord Mayone. The guards will retrieve the three of you when the four months are over. You should use your time to pack and mentally prepare yourself."

Mona stood and approached King Peter. "Your excellency I am not in the least pleased with this development. I sense the idea is mostly Queen Elise's and I know that she despises me. I also know that The only recourse I have is to be your concubine. If I were made a commoner, no man aside from the dregs of society would take me for I am now a "fallen" woman. I can not be YOUR wife but I had hoped that your statements of affection for me were true. Apparently my use as a tool of diplomacy and profit outweighs your professed affection for me. That is disappointing. Can you at least promise me that I will be well treated and respected by Lord Mayone?"

"I will send such a letter Fair Mona, but I can't enforce it from here. I will be honest with you you are at risk. But I believe Mayone to be a good man." 

With a heavy heart Mona made her way back to her bedchamber. She sent in a request for some traveling trunks from the castle quartermaster and chose two of her ladies in waiting to accompany her. As Mona made her way through the castle she happened to encounter the queen and her entourage. Mona knelt on the floor until Queen Elise passed. As the queen passed Mona's position she shot Mona a positively evil smile and leer.

Mona realized how truly far she had fallen in the world. She had almost nothing to pack. Aside from her dresses she had only her crescent necklace, her tiara, her earrings, a music box an a portrait of King Peter. Even with her makeup and all of her bathroom utensils there was plenty of room left in the trunk.

Mona was most definitely not in the mood when King Peter called on her. She resented his using here sexually. She thought that he would protect her and it would take quite a while to get over that hurt. She did not cry, that night but she was constantly on the edge of breaking down. 

King Peter gave her a quiet ceremonial dinner the next night. It was just the two of them in the great dining hall. King Peter repeatedly said he was sorry and Mona got the sense that the king was being truthful. She truly did want to forgive him, as she genuinely had built up quite the affection for King Peter. King Peter had Mona sit on his lap and he fed her. While they ate, with no fuss at all, King Peter opened his pants, moved aside Mona's brief step ins and took her while she straddled his lap. Mona found it thrilling and realized once again how much she would miss King Peter.

Very early the next morning the small traveling party prepared to depart. To protect her from the prying eyes of citizens and thieves, King Peter presented Mona with a lovely hooded traveling cloak. It hid all of her from the top of her head to her toes. No one would see the scanty garments she was compelled to wear at all times under it. He presented similar, but far less expensive, cloaks to Mona's ladies in waiting. King Peter kissed Mona deeply, helped all three into the carriage and watched as it set off. There was a calvary squad in front, one in the rear and a second coach carrying the courier and some officers ahead of Mona's carriage. King Peter was truly saddened to see the carriages both of which bore his royal seal, disappear into the distance. He had come to truly love Mona and would miss her greatly. 

Four days later the entourage pulled up before Lord Mayone's impressive castle. It was late in the day almost twilight. Mona was far less road weary than she had expected for the Herin carriage was by far the most comfortable she had ever ridden in. Along the way the topic of conversation had often turned to men. Mona's attendants were as opposite as possible. The youngest still possessed her maidenhead and was quite naive when it came to the opposite sex. She certainly got an education on the trip, for the elder attendant had had three husbands when young as well as a string of affairs. Even though Mona thought that she knew her well she was sometime taken aback by the older woman's forthrightness.

The royal courier appeared at the door of the women's carriage. The carriage door was opened and Mona noticed that a red carpet was laid down. Some of Lord Mayone's footmen appeared and escorted the women into Lord Mayone's thrown room. Ahead of them was the courier. 

Lord Mayone sat, short, squat and hideous on a golden throne. Mona felt ill as she looked at the repulsive ruler. The castle surrounding him however was impressive in every detail. An attendant collected the cloaks the women wore and Lord Mayone took obvious delight in drinking in Mona's beauty. His leer made Mona uncomfortable. After a brief ceremony the courier came forward and read a proclamation.

"Your excellency Lord Gerd Mayone, master of Fretho, I King Peter ruler of Herin and conquerer and lord protector of Remnia offer you this gift for your use for the next four months. The reason for this loan is well known to you but shall remain unnamed in a public proclamation. Fair Mona is my royal concubine. She is as intelligent as she is beautiful and I value her a great deal. I ask that you use this gift with respect, gentleness, affection and kindness. You may under no circumstances permanently mark or scar her. I expect her returned in the condition that she was delivered to you."




From Duchess to Concubine Ch. 03



At this point the courier said. "Lord Mayone. There is a private missive and package from Queen Elise. I was instructed to give you the parcel and allow you to read the epistle within."

Suddenly Mona felt quite a bit more apprehensive. Lord Mayone took the package opened it. Stared a moment at the contents and then read the letter. Mona noticed that once Lord Mayone was finished reading, he got the most evil look upon his face. He eyed Mona up and down with obvious lust.

His next words were a surprise. "You lovely ladies must be quite weary from your long trip. Why don't you take some time to freshen up. Follow these guards. I have matters of state to attend to today. We will deal properly with King Peter's superb gift on the morrow." 

The suite of rooms given Mona and her ladies in waiting were quite impressive. The ladies gave Mona a soothing bath in the enormous tub. To the trio's utter delight there was a third spigot in the tub which dispensed a variety of perfumes. After bathing and massaging Mona they dressed her in a clean t dress. Shortly after Mona finished dressing a sumptuous meal arrived. The women ate with gusto. Before going to bed that night Mona told her ladies "I still have trepidation about tomorrow and Lord Mayone reminds me of a toad but he does know how to treat a guest."

The next morning, after everyone ate a marvelous breakfast in a lavishly appointed dining hall. Mona and her ladies in waiting watched as the entourage which had brought them to Fretho drove off. They were alone and in alien hands. As soon as the entourage had vanished over the horizon Lord Mayone summoned the women to his throne room. Mona smoothed out her brief dress and tried to look her best even if her heart was not in it.

Seated next to Lord Mayone was a young man whom, to Mona, appeared positively evil. He looked to be just past the age of manhood had a hawkish nose and a sharp chin. One could see Mayone's features in the man's countenance. 

"Greeting Fair Mona, ladies" said Lord Mayone. My I introduce my son Otto. It is time for you all to hear the contents of Queen Elise's letter. I wanted privacy for this. Scribe! Read the missive."

A scribe stepped forward and opened the letter with Queen Elise's royal seal. There was no doubt that the letter was genuine. "Dear Lord Mayone as a personal friend of long standing I send you greetings. I ask that you give this letter serious consideration. My husband has sent you a gift in exchange for a debt. It is of my opinion that you should treat this gift as livestock. Perhaps she will make an enticing pet for your son Otto. I am sure that your son could have hours of fun training and teaching this fine filly. However flawed she may be, Concubine Mona is quite attractive. I am sure that you will find uses for her as well. I have enclosed a collar for your use. In my opinion it is the only thing she need be clad in. My husband has developed an affection for this strumpet. Worse she has dared return his affection. She seems painfully ignorant of her proper station in life. It is my considered wish that you great Lord Mayone remind this wench of her proper place as chattel. I trust that in four months time, after your ministrations she will be suitably chastened and will no longer seek to alienate my husband's affections.

Sincerely, Elise Queen of Herin."

Otto And his father leered at Mona in a most disheartening way. Mona felt the world spin about her. She never imagined that Queen Elise could be so cruel! 

Lord Mayone spoke. "My son and I are quite predisposed to taking Queen Elise up upon her offer. There is a protocol involved with housing concubines that is actually a bit burdensome." He turned to address Mona's ladies in waiting " You ladies will be given very nice accommodations for the next four months. Enjoy your stay." They were led from the room. "As for you Fair Mona. My son has just come of age. Your charms will be most appreciated by him but I am sure that he will have occasion to share you with me. Queen Elise is a very dear friend of mine. I do so enjoy pleasing her." 

Lord Mayone lifted a beautifully ornate collar from the box Queen Elise had sent. He handed it to Otto and said, 

"Son I do believe that you need to properly collar and prepare your pet. She is yours to do with as you please for the next four months but you may not permanently mark her or scar her. Do you understand?"

Otto retrieved the collar from his father's hands and said "Yes father. I will treat her better than any other livestock that I own."

Otto rose from his char and approached Mona. He was not much taller than Mona but he was broad and well muscled. He did give the appearance however that as he aged he would become just as thick set and obese as his father. He was already nearly as ugly. Mona's skin fairly crawled as Otto neared her. Otto spoke.

"You will simply be called Pet. Like a pet you shall be kept naked. Like a pet you will sleep at the foot of my bed. Unlike a pet I will make use of you often. Perhaps my friends will enjoy some time with you as well." Mona wanted to slink away from Otto's foul touch but Otto nodded at a guard and the soldier leveled his weapon at Mona. Otto reached for the fasteners on Mona's dress. With a ruthless efficiency otto set to the task at hand. In a few moments Mona felt more naked and exposed than she had ever felt before. Her garments were thrown into a small pile. Mona was compelled to kneel on the floor while Otto fastened the collar about her neck. While she was kneeling Mona saw Otto reach for the fastener on his pants. It promised to be an absolutely dreadful four months. 



From Duchess to Concubine Ch. 04



Mona thought that her humiliation could not get any lower than being stripped, collared and forced to service the repulsive Otto but she was to learn over the next few hours and days that the son of Lord Mayone was as inventive as he was ugly. After being compelled to swallow his seed, Otto had Mona rise. To Mona's considerable annoyance Lord Mayone applauded her performance of fellatio upon his son. 

"You DO have some talent Pet but I will train you to be even more talented. I think King Peter will appreciate how much better you will be at sucking cock when I send you back to him. We will retire to my quarters where I will see how you preform horizontally and upon all fours. I will also inform you of SOME of the new rules of your existence."

He produced a lock and fastened it through the clasp of Mona's ornate collar, He then took a leash and attached it to the ring. He led her through the castle making sure to pass by the royal guards, who eyed her hungrily, several times, At last they entered Otto's spacious bed chamber.

"You are livestock now and you will be treated as such expected to behave as such." Otto led her to a modest sized sand box in one corner of the room. 

"Here is where you will do you business, very much in the nature of a cat. I have a servant who is doing penance who will clean out your litter box every day. I will bathe you once a day and the thatch on your womanhood will be permitted to grow in. Like a sheep's wool, it will be sheared from you later. I will auction the shearing rights and the possession of your thatch to my friends, guards or members of the court who can come up with the money to have the privilege of preforming the task. I believe I can get three or four "growing seasons" out of you during your time with us. In that way you will in some small way recover part of your expenses. If you are disobedient you WILL be punished. Perhaps I will start by shaving every strand of your lovely hair from you head! 

I AM going to breed you. You will be sent back to King Peter with a gift in your womb. If it is a boy he will be a boon companion to the king's newborn prince. If the child is is a girl, she will make a wonderful future consort for the same prince. I do know that your child shall NOT be mine nor my father's Neither will YOU know who will have fathered the fruit of your loins. You will be blinkered like a mare and mated with my guards until you are with child. It will be fun watching you perform with each of my royal guards. I will grade your performance and that of the guards. I expect enthusiasm from you always. Now I will see what my manhood feels like inside you." 

Mona could not believe the things Otto had just told her. She looked in the sandbox, there was some straw and dry leaves that were obviously meant for her to use after she urinated or defecated! Mona feared what would happen during her monthly cycle Would Otto make any concessions for that? Mona began to move beyond just disliking Queen Elise for placing her in this situation. She was sure that, if she concentrated, that dislike could easily become hatred. 

Otto led Mona towards his large bed. He ordered Mona to undress him. Without clothes it was even more obvious how quickly Otto was sliding into obesity. Mona had never cared for fat men. Otto also had a distasteful odor, as though he did not wash himself effectively. Otto produced a lambskin condom and slid it over his stubby manhood. Mona was relieved, somewhat, by that sight. Mona crawled into bed when instructed and felt lost under the mass of Otto. His fat laid against her skin like a dead thing. Giving Mona her only relief was the fact that Otto evidently came very quickly. He slid off Mona only moments after he entered her.

"Despite the fact that you have been ridden often you are very tight. It will be fun loosening you up a bit. Your hands may be used for ONLY a few things, cleaning up after yourself after you have voided and giving pleasure to me or to those I designate. I will be feeding you and attending to your hair or having someone else attend to it. I will also see to it that you are given regular exercise. I think that you will enjoy your four months in this castle enormously."

Mona suddenly realized with dread that she had to relieve herself.

"Lord Otto, may I use the bathroom or at least a chamber pot? I have to go right now." Pleaded Mona.

"You will go in your box or you will be punished!" 

"PLEASE Lord Otto?"

"Would you like to lose that lovely bonnet of brown hair? Object one more time to your living situation and you will!"

Biting her lip to keep from crying, Mona walked to the sandbox, stepped inside and squatted as best as she could. Tears finally rushed from her eyes as she began to urinate. Otto leered at her evilly as she did her business. With trembling hands the concubine reached for some straw and leaves and dried herself.

"Good girl, Fair Mona." Said Lord Otto and then the harshness of his features eased a bit. He took up a pitcher of water and a bit of soap and washed Mona's hands. Once he finished he said,

"I suppose that you are as hungry as I am" Otto rang a bell and a servant appeared. Mona wished that she were invisible when the man's eyes took a lustful tour of her body. Otto told the man to have an afternoon meal brought to the dining room and that Mona and he would be there presently. 

While awaiting the meal Otto had Mona mount the bed again. This time he had her get on all fours. Mona saw him slide on another condom an then moving with surprising rapidity for a fat man, he was behind her and inside her.

"This is how you will usually be mounted Fair Mona. Like a mare of my stables I will see how each of my stallions preform with you. Oh it shall be glorious entertainment!"

With that Mona felt him soften and withdraw from her sex. He had Mona rise and he leashed her and led her to the dining room. Otto had Mona sit upon his broad lap and he fed her in a surprisingly tender and gentle manner. Once he had fed Mona he had her sit next to him on the floor on a thick and soft pad similar to those for prized pet dogs. Mona then watched disgustedly as Otto consumed prodigious amounts of food while making sounds of almost orgasmic joy. 

When at last Otto finished he summoned a servant. He was dressed as a groomsman and carried a pair of calfskin slippers with rigid wooden soles.

"This is Eric, Fair Mona," said Otto. "He will be charged with giving you your daily exercise. He will shoe you and then take you on a vigorous walk. After you have built up a healthy sweat. Eric will return you to me for your bath. Eric MAY NOT touch you in any manner other than attaching or removing your leash and shoeing you. If he takes liberties with you do not hesitate to tell me. Once you bath concludes, a light snack and off you go to bed. We start breeding you tomorrow." 

The groomsman named Eric was little more than a boy. Mona soon discovered that he had come into manhood only a few months before and was new to Lord Mayone's castle. He was shy around Mona and had difficulty looking directly at her. He did help Mona put on the shoes and then he took Mona's leash and led her out of the castle to a covered walking circle designed for horses. For several hours the groomsman marched Mona around the circle. He made cadence in an almost squeaky voice and rarely looked at Mona. When the concubine was drenched with sweat however, the groomsman gave Mona some water and led her back to the castle. Otto turned up with a smile and told the groomsman to unshoe Mona and to hand him the leash. 

"Ah good and sweaty. I can see that you are nice and tired out and should sleep well. Time for your bath Pet. Otto led Mona to the large bathroom off his bedchamber where a hot tub was already waiting. Otto took off his shirt and ordered Mona into the tub. Mona, who had had the most awful day of her life today sought wat solace she could in the hot water of the tub.

To Mona's astonishment, Otto bathed her expertly, nearly as well as her own ladies in waiting preformed the task. After the bath Otto even had Mona lie on a table and he gave the concubine one of the finest massages that she had ever had. Otto even attended her hair with precision. Her led her to the litter box to relieve herself. This time he brought along a large damp cloth to clean up Mona personally. To Mona's horror she realized that she had to defecate. In tears she gave her bowels release while Otto beamed. He wiped her sex and her rear end with a delicateness and gentility that belied his foul nature.

After dining on an excellent light meal. Lord Otto brushed Mona's teeth and announced that it was time for bed. Finally Mona was led to a round circular mat at the foot of Otto's bed. It was very soft and full of luxurious furs. A much longer leash was attached to Mona's collar and the other end was fastened to one of Otto's bedposts. The day had been humiliating and exhausting, Mona was asleep nearly the moment she laid down. She had decided just before she shut her eyes that she now had an intense hate for Queen Elise. Mona decided that every moment over the next four months that she got the opportunity, she would conceive of a plan for revenge upon the Queen. A revenge so sweeping that it would also throw King Peter into Mona's arms begging for her forgiveness. Mona had delightful dreams that night.



From Duchess to Concubine Ch. 05



When she awoke, Mona considered avenues to revenge. Mona knew that she would need a witness to her debasement so that King Peter would have more than just her word as evidence. Her ladies in waiting had been locked away, living in luxury but purposely separated from Mona. It did not take long to realize that the groomsman Eric would be a perfect resource. He was young but was of legal age so his testimony would hold weight. Mona could tell that Eric was very attracted to her. The concubine was sure that she could bend the lad to her will and turn him into a trustworthy and careful witness. Tradition dictated that Mona would be permitted one gift at the end of her four months. She would ask Lord Mayone and Otto for Eric as a gift groomsman for King Peter. Such a request could not be refused.

Otto rolled out of bed, naked and repulsive. He ordered Mona to suck him off and swallow his seed, only then did he unfasten Mona's leash. Mona knew better than to ask for a chamber pot, She strode to her sandbox and squatted while Otto leered at her she finished up and wiped herself with some straw. Otto then washed her hands in a basin. He attended to his morning toilet and then led Mona to the dining room.

After breakfast Mona was given to Eric for her exercise. Once the two of them were alone Mona began to work her wiles on the young groomsman. Mona insisted that the shy boy look at her, really look at her. The bulge in his pantaloons was obvious almost immediately. While Eric led Mona around the covered track she began talking to him. Gently and persuasively she bent the awestruck lad to her will. By the time they were finished Mona's exercise the concubine had convinced the young man to spy on her activities and begin to compile a report. She also promised him a place at King Peter's stables that greatly bettered his current position. 

The exercise over, Lord Otto waited with a bucket of warm water. Standing just outside the castle, Otto poured the water over Mona's sweaty body and then in a gentle way that belied his foul nature, he toweled her dry. Next Mona was led to a set of parallel bars that were waist high. Mona was compelled to get on all fours, her legs and arms were bound to the bars and and a pair of hoodwink glasses were slipped over her eyes. The world went dark and Mona heard,

"Now Fair Mona I will summon the dozen men of my elite guard. Each will take a turn with you one after the other and I will be royally entertained, literally. Once my men are finished with you, like a brood mare filly you will be gently massaged , bathed, and fed. I will put you to bed early today, for tomorrow we do all of this again."

Mona heard the noisy clamor of the guards arrival and then the sound of boots being doffed and belt buckles hitting the floor. She felt a hand lubricate her quim followed immediately by the first guard. Despite herself, after the second guard Mona found herself getting wet and aroused. Most of the guards were crude. Thrusting inside her violently and roughly massaging Mona's breasts and running their hands all over her body. One guard however, entered her gently and stroked Mona's skin softly. He was tender and seemed to care about Mona and not just his manhood. To Mona's mixture of consternation and pleasure, she came loudly while this guard rode her. Distantly she heard Lord Otto applauding.

At last the guards were done with Mona. The concubine heard their laughter as they redressed and exited the room before her glasses were removed. After her sight returned, foul Lord Otto was standing before her.

"You are a passionate little filly aren't you?" 

He leered at Mona as he released her bonds. There were bite marks and hickeys all over Mona's back and neck. After so long in one position Mona had difficulty finding her feet again but at last she was leashed and led to a bathroom where on a couch, Otto massaged her. Mona realized that there were two sides to Otto. He could be loving and tender. If he was like that all the time he would could win women over despite his bulk and unattractive features. After expertly massaging Mona and then bathing her nearly as well as Mona's own ladies in waiting preformed the task, Mona sat on Otto's lap as he fed her. Here again he was tender. Mona wondered what had made Otto such a cruel human being a majority of the time. 

From this day on Mona's life settled into a new routine. After rising and eating breakfast she would be exercised and then ridden by Otto's men for several hours. Her routine was broken up only by the periodic shaving of her pubic hair and her monthly cycle. The first time she was shaved it was one of Otto's guards who had the honors. The guards had pooled their resources and had held a lottery to pick the guard who got the honors.

Mona was treated just like a sheep. She was strapped to a table with her legs spread wide, to maximize her humiliation. The guard approached where Mona laid sprawled and gingerly took up the trimmers. Mona's pubic thatch was carefully collected and the remaining stubble shaved off with a razor. The guard was quite handy with the implement and left Mona as smooth as when she was tended to by her ladies in waiting. Otto watched the entire procedure with a smile on his face and a bulge in his pantaloons.  

The guard who had won the lottery was broad and tall with very handsome features and a distinctive nose. He was extremely tender and gentle as he removed the thatch of Mona's womanhood. In the way he looked at Mona and through his tender ways, Mona knew instantly that this was the guard who was consistently tender to her when he mounted her. Mona sincerely hoped that the child placed in her womb would be fruit of this guard's loins.  

During her cycle Otto diapered her as though she were a bitch in heat. She had to ask to use her litter box and Otto supplied fresh diapers all day. While she was menstruating, Otto took a bit of pity on her. She was hoodwinked and compelled to suck off three guards, chosen by lottery, a day. Mona actually considered that an improvement on her situation. 

Mona grew increasingly close to Eric, her groomsman. Mona, sure of her abilities, had gotten Eric to fall in love with her. He would do anything for Mona. He found excuses to be in position to witness nearly all aspects of Mona's debasement. Both Lord Mayone and Otto considered Eric a complete zero. He was an orphan taken into the castle as part of a public good works gesture. Assigning her to Mona seemed like a good use of what they considered his limited skills.

Mona discovered that the more she was used by the guards the more quickly she orgasmed. One day she came for each guard, utterly delighting Otto. Mona did not like to think that there was a wanton side to her nature but she had to admit that after the first few days, Mona really enjoyed the sex. In total blindness she had to rely upon her sensations and hearing to tell her what was going on. The guards also all began to be more gentle and patient, each trying to last the longest with Mona. Mona decided that she would find as much pleasure as she could in her unwanted situation. Being sad and mournful only exasperated Otto's dark side. He enjoyed it when Mona came and was especially tender towards her when she did orgasm. Under those conditions Mona found solace in feeling good and some of the guards were quite talented and made her feel very good indeed. 

During the third month Mona missed her cycle, she was with child. Otto held a small party congratulating himself "For breeding King Peter's lovely filly." 

Mona was a mix of emotions she had always wanted to be a mother, but certainly not under these conditions. To not even know who had fathered her child made her indistinguishable from a whore. That thought bothered her greatly but aside from a week of morning sickness which quickly abated she found that pregnancy suited her.

Otto's mood and attitude towards Mona changed as well. Otto seemed to feel that he had actually accomplished some great thing. He halved the number of guards who took Mona each day and encouraged all of them to be gentle so as not to injure the baby. He became increasingly tender to Mona, cut her exercise regime in half and increased her food allotment. He had doctors come in and examine the concubine regularly. Otto seemed to care for the fetus as though he himself were the father. 

Lord Mayone himself made use of Mona just four times during the four months Mona spent in Mayone's realm. Twice he had worn a condom and climbed atop off Mona. He was heavier and more disgusting than his son. The other times Mona had to find his penis beneath the folds of fat and give him blow jobs. Mona's pubic hair was sold twice more during her captivity. Once to a general and once to a banker. Both had taken their prize roughly, with no consideration for Mona as either a woman or a person. The growing in of her hair was one of the few things she actually favored during her ordeal and she mourned its loss each time it was removed.

At last the penultimate day of Mona's captivity arrived. With brief fanfare and little ceremony, Otto removed the collar that Queen Elise had supplied and placed it back in its box. Mona's ladies in waiting were summoned from their luxurious idle and ordered to attend to King Peter's concubine. They all had a good cry while attending to Mona as she told them all of her horrors. The two had witnessed nothing however and could offer only tears and sympathy. Her concubine dresses still fit, Mona was little more than a month along and bore as yet not a hint of belly. It also helped that Mona was in such good shape. 

The troops and the carriage that had delivered Mona and her ladies in waiting to Lord Mayone's castle arrived before it once more. Lord Mayone and Otto hosted a massive gala. There were testimonials about how kind and good King Peter was and how they had followed his orders concerning Mona to the letter and that Mona was an excellent concubine. The disgusting Lord and his foul son spun bold lies, believing that they would never be challenged. Mona new better than to protest and get emotional. It would only get in the way of her revenge.

At last it came time for Lord Mayone to grant Mona one favor. 

"I care not for myself Lord Mayone but I would ask a gift for King Peter. It seems to me that the groomsman Eric, whom I have spent time with, would be very happy serving King Peter and I further believe that King Peter would find him quite useful."

A puzzled expression crossed the faces of Lord Mayone and his son Otto. Ordinarily one asked for gold or jewels, a trifle to compensate the concubine for her time and efforts. Asking for a gift for the concubine's king was not common but was not unprecedented. Lord Mayone's main consideration was that he would get away quite cheaply. Orphans were worth far less than diamonds or gold.

"Done!" Said Lord Mayone. 

Eric, smiled broadly, gathered his few possessions, and prepared to leave. With smiles all around, foul Lord Mayone and his equally repulsive son sent the entourage on its way. Every mile of the return trip Mona compiled her story. She had Eric enter the carriage and they went over their stories together.

Three days later they were excited to greet King Peter.

Once the entourage returned to Remnia Mona , her ladies in waiting, and Eric made their way to the throne room. King Peter rose from his throne and made a move to embrace Mona as soon as she entered.

"Fair Mona, I have missed you terribly these four months." He embraced Mona, kissed her deeply and lifted her off of her feet.

Once King Peter ended his embrace, Mona took stock of the throne room. Queen Elise sat on her throne with an evil leer. Queen Elise seemed so sure of herself. The word of a concubine would have little standing when compared to the words of Lord Mayone, Otto or the Queen herself. Just looking at her Mona could read that Queen Elise would claim that Mona's stories were lies, meant to inspire guilt and emotion in King Peter. Mona realized that she would enjoy her revenge a great deal.

Mona waited through the ceremony of her reception and wore an emotionless mask when Lord Mayone's letter claiming that he had cared for Mona with tenderness and devotion was read publicly. Finally it came time for Mona to speak and acknowledge the truth of Lord Mayone's letter. A lesser woman would have had no recourse than to accept what had happened to her and move on with her life. Mona was not a lesser woman however.

She called Eric forward and announced. "Your excellency King Peter, the words of that epistle are a lie. Lord Mayone and his foul son Otto have committed treason and they were aided and abetted in this crime by your own Queen!"

Queen Elise's mouth dropped open in shock. The throne room fell into a stunned silence and Mona began to enumerate the sins committed against her. Eric confirmed what he had seen with his own eyes and ears. King Peter sat ashen faced as her listened to the two. Then King Peter grew angry. He questioned Eric thoroughly. He sent a page to the royal archives. Unknown to Queen Elise, many months before Peter had ordered every royal missive issued by the court, even those which he had not authored personally, be copied in case it were needed later. Queen Elise had not considered this possibility. She began to fidget upon her throne. It did not take long to locate the copy of Queen Elise's letter. It was read out loud and King Peter's anger was intense and immediate.

"Fair Mona, please forgive me for sending you to Lord Mayone and especially for not having proper reign of my own household." 

He glared at Queen Elise who had lost her leer and now wore an expression of panic.

"You traitorous bitch!" He yelled at his queen. "Your jealousy has caused your heart to turn evil and black. You and the Mayone's have directly contradicted the wishes of this throne. You HAVE committed treason! Such a crime can not go unpunished even for the likes of you. Guards! Escort my wife to a prison cell."

Queen Elise tried to protest but her husband ordered her muzzled. Gagged with her hands tied behind her back Queen Elise, red with anger, was led from the throne room. King Peter hotly watched her led from his presence. He turned to face Mona and his countenance softened.

"Fair Mona, I name you acting queen in my wife's stead. I also declare now and publicly that the child you carry is legitimate and in the line of succession for the Dukedom of Remnia."

King Peter then ordered that "Queen Mona" be clad in accordance with her new status. He further ordered that troops be sent to Lord Mayone's castle and to return with both Lord and son in iron cages. 

Mona was taken to her bedchamber and the royal dressmakers were summoned. The dressmakers were not only talented but fast. Only a few hours later Mona was clad in a long flowing, and absolutely lovely dress. Mona reveled in wearing clothes that concealed once more. Once she was dressed King Peter asked to see her.

"Queen Mona, you have my solemn promise that I will avenge the evil done to you. I hope that one day you can forgive me. You now have all of the rights and respect due a queen. In a week I shall mete out punishment to the Mayone's and to my wife. Elise will see you don her crown before she is chastened."

For the rest of the week, King Peter was solicitous of his new queen. He made love to Mona with a sweetness and tenderness even beyond what he had shown her before. Mona sat on Queen Elise's throne and preformed her duties. Mona delighted in her new wardrobe and her new role. Upon occasion she asked King Peter to be merciful to his wife.

"Jealously can make even the kindest woman bitter and evil." She said.

King peter replied "This is more than mere jealously my Queen. This is treason. It MUST be punished severely if I am to be any kind of king. Leave her chastisement and that of the Mayone's to me." 

Finally judgment day dawned. The royal court was somber. King Peter looked dower, yet commanding. He ordered the cage carrying Lord Mayone be wheeled in. Fat Lord Mayone appeared surprisingly small in his wheeled cage. He had not shaved in several days and looked more slovenly and unkempt than usual. The list of charges against him were read before the court by King Peter's prosecutors. The Mayone's were not permitted a defense. Treason could never be defended. A search of Lord Mayone's castle had turned up Queen Elise's collar. Foolishly, Otto had kept it as a souvenir. It sealed the fate of himself and his father.

"Lord Mayone." began King Peter. "I entrusted you with something of great value. A representative of myself which I prize highly. I gave you precise, easy to follow and quite standard orders to follow. You betrayed that trust and disobeyed my orders. You treated a royal representative as chattel and allowed your foul son to pollute and abuse said representative. It is treason of the worst sort. A punishment fit for you would be several years of hard labor but I wave that in favor of something that will really sting. Lord Mayone you are hereby stripped of seventy percent of your wealth and material goods as well as your lordship over the provinces of Swaya and Dunden, the two largest and most profitable provinces of your realm. Be eternally grateful that I chose to spare your life. Disobey any further orders that I issue at your considerable peril."

Lord Mayone gasped like a stuck fish in his cage. Truly it was a punishment that bit him hard and deeply. At the same time he knew that King Peter had shown him more favor than he deserved. His cage was opened and the chastened Lord Mayone crawled to foot of King Peter's throne and kissed his ruler's boots acknowledging to all that he accepted the punishment and would not challenge it. Lord Mayone seemed to diminish in size as he turned and left the throne room.

Next the cage containing Lord Otto was wheeled before the king. Otto was so frightened that he had visibly wet his pantaloons. If anything he looked more haggard and worn than his father had. 

"Lord Otto," began the King, "Your actions are foul and disgusting, yet Queen Mona also mentions your acts of tenderness towards her. I sincerely hope that you can be redeemed. It is the sentence of this court that you be taken into captivity in the tower. Every hair on your body shall be shaved off and you will spend the next three years in isolation. Hopefully this will instill gentility and loyalty in you. I COULD have had your head on a stake for your many acts of treason. I choose to be merciful."

Lord Otto hung his head in shame, exited his cage and kissed King Peter's boots. Without complaint he allowed himself to be led off.

Queen Elise was led into the throne room. Her hands were tied behind her back. She still wore the dress she had been wearing when first imprisoned. That she had had a difficult week was evident on her worn look and stooped posture. She was led to a large wooden frame to which her hands were tied above her head.

"You my queen have committed perhaps the greatest treason of all." said King Peter. " It was you who planted the evil seed in the mind of Lord Mayone and his son. It was you who sought to countermand my orders. It was your desire to shame and humiliate My fair concubine. For those crimes you should pay dearly. Although I could with complete justification remove your head from your shoulders I have something else in mind. Observe."

While a stunned Queen Elise watched King Peter took Elise's crown and placed it on Mona's head. Elise gasped in horror.

"Mona will sit on your throne and she will be my queen while you serve your punishment. Further I am amending the rule of the land. From this day forth, I King Peter shall have TWO queens. Mona will be your equal from this day hence. I intend to lie with her and produce heirs for this Dukedom and my own Kingdom of Herin. Further when your punishment is at an end you, Elise will be given to King Francis to seal the treaty between this nation and Franvia. As to your punishment. I have considered it long and hard. This is a very difficult but necessary. Only your public humiliation will change your ways. I sentence you to be stripped, every hair on your body be to be shaved off followed by a year in the tower. After you have served King Francis as a concubine you be restored to your throne. From that day on, you and I and Mona will share one bed and if I ever again see any animosity towards her you will be publicly humiliated once again. I will tolerate no jealously from you ever again."




From Duchess to Concubine Ch. 05



With that King Peter nodded at some hooded figures who had entered the throne room. The hooded men produced scissors and began cutting away Queen Elise's clothing. The queen screamed and struggled but was easily overpowered by the men. The queens beautiful but dirty dress was reduced to ribbons. Next her chemise, brassier and step ins were cut from Elise's slim and beautiful form. Queen Elise's golden haired quim was publicly exposed, a profound humiliation. Elise could not struggle too vehemently lest her ivory and tender skin be punctured. However, she never stopped pleading with her husband and proclaiming her apologies. King Peter listened to his wife's pleas stone faced, as though he were deaf.

In moments the naked queen was fastened to the frame by her legs as well as her arms. Queen Elise cried piteous tears and moaned loudly when the men started hacking away at her long and lovely blonde hair. She was completely cried out and all resistance was bled from her as the men lathered her up and shaved every hair on the beautiful queen's body. Not even her eyebrows were spared. When the king's enforcers had finished all Queen Elise possessed was her eyelashes. She was beyond even crying when she was led up the steps to the tower.

Mona watched the proceedings with mixed emotions, She was happy with the punishments meted out to Lord Mayone and Otto. She truly thought that Otto would learn from the experience. As to Queen Elise. Mona felt sad for her despite all the misery that Elise had caused her. But then Mona looked at King Peter and she knew that, when one considered the seriousness of the charges, he had indeed been merciful. Mona considered her current situation. No longer a concubine and now even beyond a Duchess. She was now a Queen and her future looked incredibly bright.

      Coda 

Mona had tried to postpone this day but even she knew that the time had come. It was the last formality of her old life to be terminated. After a quiet and sincere conversation with King Peter Mona had consented to be a witness to her ex-husband's castration. All of the turmoil she had seen as well as the glories of the last nearly three years had been a direct result of Rikard's arrogance and stupidity. Mona WANTED him to see her on her throne, wearing her crown, her belly great with King Peter's child.

She wanted Rikard to know that she had passed beyond him and was now with a man who truly loved her and cherished her. Although she shared Peter with Elise Mona had no doubt which of them King Peter favored. Elise's treason had stung her husband greatly. Elise was effectively chastened but Peter's passion for her had cooled as a consequence. Elise had, despite herself, come to confide in Mona. Sharing the same bed with King Peter had brought the two of them close. King Peter slept between them and tried to give both women equal attention. Both Elise and Mona reconciled themselves to seeing King Peter make love to one woman while the other watched. Queen Elise's hair had grown in just as lovely as before but it was still far shorter than it had been before the sentence against her had been carried out.

The one time Mona really did revel in Elise's debasement was when the queen was sent as a concubine to serve King Francis. Seeing her rival clad in the very same scanty garments she herself had worn, made Mona feel very good indeed. All subsequent reports were that Elise had been an obedient and submissive, if not especially cheerful, concubine.

Nowadays Elise hid her jealousy from Peter well but Mona could tell that Elise envied what Mona and King Peter now shared. It was very similar to what Elise and Peter had once had themselves. During Elise's year in prison and her four month exile serving King Francis as a concubine, Mona and King Peter had grown exceptionally close.

King Peter took delight in raising the daughter that Mona had borne by one of Otto's guards and was thereafter elated when Mona became pregnant with his own child. Elise was pregnant as well but no one was sure if the father was King Francis or King Peter. Having experienced the very same situation that she herself had placed Mona in had completely changed Queen Elise. She no longer saw Mona as a rival and something akin to friendship had sprung up between them. 

Mona stared steadily at her former husband has he was brought into the plaza outside the castle where he once had ruled as Duke. Rikard was naked. He had lost weight in prison but still owned a paunch. Three thrones for three royals were set up in the plaza before the the brazier where some tools were being sterilized and others were being made ready to cauterize the wound. Peter had wanted to give Rikard a hideous hag the previous night to consort with as a man for one last time but Mona had prevailed upon King Peter to provide a young and comely lass. In compromise, Peter found a barren middle aged woman whom Mona deemed attractive enough. Rilkard would never know that his ex-wife had been responsible for this last kindness.

Rikard met her gaze, his eyes took in his former bride. Mona could not tell if the look in Rikard's eyes was one of contempt or one of resignation. In the end it did not matter. Rikard was tied to the frame provided and then inverted. Rikard had refused to make a last statement or to plead for mercy. As his life as a man was about to be taken from him, Rikard at last had developed the bravery and maturity of one. A nod from King Peter and there was the sound of Rikard's scream and the smell of burnt flesh. Mona focused intently upon the entire procedure. Rikard had passed out from the pain but woke a few moments later. The first thing Rikard saw was his own bloody testicles on a silver tray. King Peter had Rikard clad in a dress and sentenced Rikard to wander his former kingdom as a pauper, dependent upon the alms of the people he had once ruled. It was common knowledge that Rikard would find a hostile response.

Word of what had happened to Mona had spread from the castle to the countryside. A great deal of pity and sympathy emerged for Mona, whom her people had always admired and felt affection for. Elevating Mona to Queen had been a very popular move among the citizens of Remnia. It had elevated the position of King Peter among his vanquished population as well. Both were now greatly loved. Mona did not even shed a tear for her former husband as he staggered off. Instead she looked at King Peter. The sovereign returned her gaze and smiled at her. The love in his eyes was readily apparent.He then spoke words that Mona would remember and treasure always.

"Dearest Queen Mona." He said, "When I conquered this nation I never dreamed that my own heart would be captured by the most charming and beautiful of its inhabitants."

Mona returned King Peter's smile and her heart skipped a beat.



From Duchess to Concubine



Mona came to herself in the late morning, her naked body between her own sheets. 

Peter was seated at a desk dressed in finery dictating a letter to a scribe. When he saw that Mona was awake he dismissed the scribe and faced his prisoner. He could tell that Mona was replaying the past night's events in her mind.

"Ahh, I see that you are awake. Your attendants will be here with your wardrobe for the day shortly. You won't be quite so exposed when you are attending to me in the throne room. You did VERY well last night, I think we are both agreed that it will be fun to do that again."

Mona planted a stern look on her face and said, "You are a foul beast!"

Peter laughed and said. "Yes I have often been compared to a beast by my conquests. I consider that description a compliment." 

With that two of her new female attendants entered the room. Mona noticed that both the king's armor and her brief garments from the previous evening were no longer in the room. Mona wondered how long she had been asleep. The women shielded Mona from the eyes of King Peter as they helped her into a simple, yet elegant and sumptuous feeling, silk robe. The robe hid all of Mona from view.

As they padded down the hallway the younger attendant said, "You have pleased the king. The Duke has been given a bath and permitted to shave his face. All of the straw in his cell has been replaced with clean and fresh new and a softer sleeping mat has been given to him."

Mona had no way of knowing if this was the truth but she did not feel that the woman was lying. A few of the old servants had been retained by the Herin occupiers. Perhaps if Mona could contact one of them, she could confirm this tale. 

Once back in the bathroom Mona was compelled to surrender the robe. She was given simple exercise clothing and led through a strenuous exercise regime. Following this she was given a light breakfast, bathed, shaved and perfumed. The older attendant then came forward.

"We are to dress you in the style of a Herin concubine for your appearance in court today.I will be presenting you to the king. The new throne is nearly finished. You will sit in the throne on his left. His excellency's throne will tower over yours. When you are introduced you will kiss the king's ring. He will then take you to himself and plant a goodly kiss upon your lips. It is to your interest to kiss him back. In detail the older attendant then explained Mona's role and responsibilities for the day as Peter was installed as ruler of Rikard's kingdom. 

"You are permitted only three dress colors,'" The woman continued. "Black, red, and white, fortunately your ladyship has perfect coloration for either of those. I warn you now that Herin fashions are quite different from what you are used to. However, your new mode of dress is exactly like that of the concubines in Herin. The white dress is for court appearances, the black for state dinners and the red when it is the time of your monthly. During your time of the month you will be expected to pleasure the king with your mouth, your lips, your hands, and your ladyship's rear entry. The king will make use of you every day he is in the castle. Only his being called away by war will keep you from preforming your obligations to him."

Mona was appalled. The idea that King Peter taking the entry to her ass was something she had never dreamed of even being mentioned The idea of servicing him with her lips and mouth was also egregious. With Rikard she had done no more than delicately and lightly explore his manhood with her tongue. Rikard had wanted so much more but, despite repeated appeals, he never got it. Mona knew instinctively that Peter would not settle for what the Duke had. 

Her new attendants produced the fashions she was expected to wear and Mona thought that it had to be some cruel joke. Her usual fashions were long flowing dresses with a high bodice and long sleeves. This dress had a high hemline that exposed nearly all of her legs. The bodice was designed to cling to her breasts and the neckline plunged so that most of her bosom was exposed. It had no sleeves. Under this she had to don three brief garments. The first supported her bust like a small shelf. It accentuated her breasts and held them up to maximize their exposure in the dress. The front had just enough fabric to cover her nipples. There was a brief garment very much like her familiar step ins but much scantier. Above this she wore a belt which held fast the tops of her stockings. The stockings amazed her. They were not crafted out of woolen like those she was familiar with but rather some form of silk. They felt wonderful on her legs. Truth be told, Mona admired how they made her legs look even longer and lovelier. Mona thought that in passing that if things were as they had been before the war; if she could have worn the stockings under her normal attire, she would have been a very happy woman. A pair of white dance slippers completed the outfit.

Once Mona was dressed she had to practice sitting down for quite some time. It was very easy, when sitting down, unless done properly, to expose the top of the stockings and the lower garments, Mona looked at herself in the mirror. She could find no trace of the woman she was. "What is happening to me?" She thought. To her added considerable consternation, when her mind wandered it inevitably ended up back in bed with King Peter. 

Hours later she was told to prepare to enter the throne room. The last time she had been there she was Duchess of this realm. King Peter would be installed upon the throne today and named as ruler of Remnia, He was to meet the country's leading citizens, receive tribute and announce his plans for his newly conquered land. Mona would be presented to the court and set in as his official concubine. Mona wished she were dead. There was no escape from total humiliation today. For the thousandth time she thought about her beloved husband in the tower. He was by birth and by right the true ruler of this land yet his future, and perhaps his very life, depended upon Mona submitting fully to today's humbling. It depressed her but she was not even permitted a frown. She was expected to smile blissfully throughout the proceedings. 

At last she entered the throne room a few steps behind her new lady in waiting. Her appearance caused a stunned silence to replace the steady drone in the room. She had appeared before many of these citizens and soldiers before. Those times she was dressed in the long and flowing finery she adored. Now Mona could practically feel the eyeballs examining every inch of her exposed skin. Mona walked the considerable distance to the foot of King Peter's new throne. 

"Presenting, Mona, King Peter's fair concubine." A herald announced. Like one in a trance Mona gazed up at her vanquisher. King Peter, dressed in ermine and black silk, arose and strode down the steps of his throne. Mona curtsied and kissed his royal signet ring when it was offered. She felt his strong embrace and was dimly aware of his hot lips upon hers. Despite herself, she kissed him back. Mona then turned and faced the gathered throng. King Peter stood behind her and fastened a piece of gold jewelry around Mona's neck. The crescent moon upon a chain was meant to symbolize a collar. A symbol of Mona's new status as enslaved property. Mona would be compelled to wear it during state occasions from this day forth. Once the symbol was around her throat Mona, as daintily as she could, strode the few paces to her new throne. She sat down, being successful in keeping her undergarments out of public view. 

Mona was heartbroken by what transpired next. Tributes were made to the new king by representatives of the vintners, the farmers and the skilled tradesmen. The tributes were rather lavish, far more lavish than ceremony required. Each made speeches indicating that they were pleased with their new monarch. To Mona, they seemed grateful for Peter's victory. Mona had no idea that her husband's war had been so unpopular. The generals who had served her husband presented Peter with the staff of Remnia. Mona knew it as the oldest and most sacred symbol of her country. It had been in Rikard's family for four hundred years. She had never known a day when her husband had not carried it.

The priests presented Peter with a scroll of authority, making him head of church as well as state. Despite the admonition that she smile perpetually, Mona wept openly at what occurred next. Standing before her throne, the high priest read a proclamation dissolving her marriage to to Duke Rikard and placing her under the authority of King Peter.The proclamation meant that even if Rikard were one day returned to the throne the church would never sanction her remarriage to him. She had been given to Peter "For all eternity." 

Peter accepted each tribute with humility and sincerity. He promised to be a fair and generous ruler. He promised to be a fair and gentle master to Mona He accepted the staff of Remnia and allowed Rikard's crown to be placed upon his own head. At last it was time for his speech. Mona would never forget the words.

"Good citizens of Remnia. I have come in conquest not because I have designs upon this fair dukedom but rather to end the reign of an immature, weak willed ruler who led you all into an unpopular, needless war. I could take this land and make it part of the Kingdom or Herin but that is not my way. After a five year interval of peace I will appoint a new regent for this land, This regent will be one of your own people. He and his heirs will become the new lords of this country. You will have a new Duke and he will be one like yourselves. When he ascends to the throne I will return to my own nation. My lasting legacy to this country will be a firm peace and a treaty of eternal friendship between our two realms. The new Duke will be selected in four years time. After a year of training he ascends to the new throne of Remnia. Long live Remnia!"

The crowd burst out in rapturous cheering. For Mona the pain was acute. Not one person had asked after her husband (despite what the church said she would always think of him that way.) Everyone seemed agreed to this new, foreign plan. There was little hope for Rikard now. As if reading her mind Peter spoke again.

"As to your former Duke, he will reside in the tower until a new Duke assumes the crown. Rikard has committed crimes against his people but it is not my place, nor my duty to try him. He should be put to trial by his own people in his own courts. His trial will be one of the first responsibilities of the new Duke of Remnia. Long live Remnia!"

After more cheering the throne room began to empty. Mona was required to sit motionlessly until the last well wisher had excused himself. When the last visitor left the room Peter turned to Mona and said. "You have done well. I know this was a hard day for you. At the same time, you look delectable. You are to report to the royal bed chamber in five minuets, Remain dressed as you are. If you do not show up when expected Rikard gets a gross of rats for company in his cell." 

Glumly, Mona prepared herself to face Peter. Legally she had traveled far today. At nightfall previous to today, she had been the Duchess of Remnia now, at dusk a day later she was officially a divorced woman and a concubine. Legally she was now Peter's property and everything that she received was at the pleasure of King Peter. She gazed at her wedding and engagement rings. "What did they symbolize now?" She thought. Mona vowed that as long as Rikard lived she would never remove them. 

After attending to her toilet and freshening up, her new lady in waiting led Mona to the bedchamber door. Once Mona was granted entry, the woman excused herself. King Peter awaited inside. He was shirtless and wore a very self-satisfied smile upon his face. Mona was struck again at his impressive muscles. Despite herself she found her eyes lingering on Peter's muscled stomach then her eyes focused on his crotch. His aroused manhood could be seen through the tight pants.

"Strip for me concubine. Slowly and sensually remove your dress and then your underthings. Once you are naked removed the rest of my clothing. I intend to take you several times this evening." King Peter pushed a button on some Herin marvel and music could be heard in the room. The music was beguiling with a steady beat. It was all the more astounding to Mona because because she had not the slightest idea how the music was being produced.

Mona was fine dancer. In fact nothing got her into the mood for wanting to make love with her husband more than a evening of formal dancing. Rikard was an excellent dancer and she and Mona impressed all who saw them moving together on the floor. Often after a night of dancing Mona felt like a wanton woman. But to dance for this man in her own bedchamber! And then she thought of Rikard battling a gross of rats in his prison cell. 

Mona began moving slowly until she caught up to the tempo of the beat. Steeling herself she undid the buttons of her dress. Slowly the front of her dress opened revealing the sheer underthings. Mona imagined herself a million miles away as her dress slid to the floor. She kicked off the slippers. Slowly, unaware of how tantalizing it looked, she unhooked and unrolled the stockings until her lean long legs were bared. The belt and the bra followed in rapid succession and at last, since there was no alternative, Mona stepped out of the lacy bottom garment. To her considerable horror, Mona realized that her pussy was wet.

King Peter clapped his hands in appreciation and Mona approached him. When she reached for the string tie on his pants her hands touched his skin and it was as though she were struck by lightning. She fondled the strong muscles of his stomach and she trembled as she lowered his pants. His huge phallus was inches from her face. In curiosity as much as from the arousal she was denying the reality of even while caught up in; she touched it. Her small hand wrapped around the shaft, She was amazed at its obvious power. A desire she rarely felt stirred and she brought her face even closer. Tentatively she licked it with her tongue. It tasted strong and manly, not at all like Rikard's, Scarcely comprehending what force was operating Mona found herself kneeling on the floor eagerly kissing and licking Peter's manhood.

Peter gently, and lovingly instructed Mona as to what she was to do. For the first time in her life Mona began preforming a real act of fellatio, a word Mona had never heard previously. Mona lost herself in the rhythmic back and forth motion that matched the tempo of the music. Knowing lust how far to push her Peter withdrew his penis just before he came. Fascinated Mona watched Peter's ejaculate fall to the floor of her bed chamber.

Peter gathered her up in his strong and powerful arms and began kissing her on the lips and all over. Once he had carried Mona to the bed his lips and tongue plunged deeply into Mona's womanhood. Her orgasm was thunderous and could be heard in most parts of the castle. Peter had a short recovery interval and soon placed his again erect penis in Mona's pussy. Her second orgasm nearly equaled the first.To her amazement Peter was ready a third time. Mona's orgasm on this occasion was utter delight.Spent as she had never been before Mona snuggled next to Peter and fell into a blissful sleep.

In the morning, Mona awoke with a start. She was beside herself with shame. Peter's face was the first thing she saw. He was sitting above her, dressed in a linen robe, staring deeply at Mona as she slept.

"Good Morning, my little concubine. I want to thank you for a wonderful evening. Enslaving you is one of the best decisions I have ever made. Breakfast will arrive shortly. After that I have affairs of state to attend to which is real shame as I would prefer to be making love to you."

Mona remembered every detail of the prior evening. Glumly she looked at her rings. She had betrayed her husband again last night in bed as surely as his generals had betrayed him on the battlefield. Mona began to weep.

Peter seemed to have an innate understanding of her grief. "Mona, there is no shame in what you are feeling. You still care about Rikard. I don't expect that fact to change any time soon but becoming my concubine was your best and only option. In time I will replace Rikard, in many respects, in your heart. In the meantime there is no shame in letting your body have what it wants. I provide you with things that Rikard could never have hoped to. You are not betraying him by accepting my ministrations. We are a very good couple. Already I care a great deal about you Mona.I will always keep you safe and protect you always. All I ask for now is that you accept the desire we have for each other as natural and as a very good thing."

With that he kissed Mona deeply and passionately. Mona found comfort in his words and took great delight in kissing him back. After breakfast she felt much better. Peter excused himself to preform some state duty leaving Mona alone with her thoughts. Once Peter left the bedchamber Mona began replaying his words in her mind. The more Peter's words echoed in her consciousness the more truthful and honest they seemed. Mona thought long and hard and, at last, decided that she would create a place for Peter in her heart. She stretched and called for her ladies in waiting.It promised to be a beautiful day.