Queen Amdellesiel of the Emerald Rose Tower scowled into the murky depths of her mirror as she paused from pacing to and fro in the confines of her chamber. Her ebon-glossed lips pursed in a moue of frustration, her long, black lashes shading her amber eyes as she glared at her own foggy image, jet black curls cascading down over he shoulders in an unruly array, her spiny silver crown glittering with gems that matched her eyes. The deep green of the stained glass window cast its tones over her pale skin, the elegant frills of her black dress rustling as she pushed back the lock of hair that persistently fell across one eye.
She was beautiful, she assured herself pridefully, and drew herself up with a stately scowl, turning her small nose upwards and glaring at her reflection as she might a disobeying subject. Then her shoulders slumped, and she let out a long moan of frustration. Her title of Queen meant little now that her man-apes had revolted against her command. She knew that even now, a pair of the beasts stood, grunting and chittering to each other on the other side of the heavy oaken door of her chamber, waiting for her to unlock the door and emerge. The rapacious monsters had pounded on the door for a day and a half the first time she'd locked herself in this sanctuary, finding her door too sturdy even for the hideous strength of their hairy limbs.
Once, they had served her, their brute strength and mindless violence chained by subtle spells, making them her soldiers, her guards and her torturers. They had been an emblem of her Queenly strength and a terror to all who dared defy her, every convict fearing the sight of a simian grimace awakening them through bars. In days gone by, she'd laughed as the feral creatures had tormented her prisoners in the dungeon, safely protected by the spells that commanded them to her service, but now those spells were broken and she laughed no more. Her own tender sheathes of flesh had felt those thick, pounding cocks, her own milky skin had been chafed by the hair of the shaggy beasts as they mated her body cruelly to theirs. She had been defiled by her own creatures, she, Queen Amdellesiel, who ruled by her silk-clad iron fist, with no King to bind her. The thought was enough to make her slam her fist against the top of the dresser in rage.
Her eyes turned to the door. Sooner or later, she would have to open it again... sooner or later, her pride would tell her that starving in her own filth would be more ignoble than once again stepping into the grasp of her former servants for the sake of food and relief. Hissing, she turned her head from the mirror, the bitter tears no longer coming, only a hard, steely resolve not to give in to despair. She was still the Queen, Queen of her own mind if nothing else. If she ceased to be Queen, first and foremost, then all was lost. All would not be lost, she promised herself. She would survive. She would redeem herself, somehow, some way.
On the other side of the door, a pair of man-apes would be waiting. Just as they had stood when they acted as her guards. But they protected her no longer. She could not hear them through the barrier, but knew that they would be grunting and chittering to each other in their own simian language as they anticipated the moment when Amdellesiel would once again cross the threshhold. She could almost see their hideous faces in her mind's eye, wrinkled features framed by a mane of coarse hair, huge yellowed teeth grinning ferally at her. Turning to the window with a whisk of her black skirts, she considered stepping out onto her balcony. Her peasants didn't know what had befallen, she reminded herself, they didn't know the humiliations being inflicted on her inside the Emerald Rose Tower, ever since the spell of command had gone awry. They must never know. So long as her chamber was a sanctuary, and she could call down haughtily upon them from the balcony. All was not lost.
With a sigh, she settled her shapely buttocks, couched in luxurious layers of black lace skirt and creamy ruffled petticoats, upon her regal bed. The black and green covers were still kept neat and tidy, sometimes by her own humiliated hands when her maids could not escape the grasp of the lusting monsters. She'd been forced to watch the loyal girls suffer for the pleasure of the shrieking man-apes, and her own lot was no higher than theirs under their hairy paws and musky loins. She'd paddled her girls when they displeased her, certainly, and threatened, more in jest than true intent, that she would give them to the man-apes if they displeased her too much. They had been good maids to her for the most part, though—tried to be good maids even now, when they weren't serving as fucktoys to thick, black, simian cocks.
Biting her plump ebon lip until it threatened to bleed, Amdellesiel slowly lifted up her skirts and rolled down the lingerie beneath, peering down at herself. She ran an exploratory finger over her soft labia, pondering, feeling no pleasure as she remembered how it had been ravished by the fierce monsters. Even the tight pink rosette of her anus, never used for anything but relieving herself before that fateful day, had now been stretched and pummeled by musky, bestial shafts as she'd writhed helplessly, screaming in pain and humiliation in the wiry, horrifyingly strong arms of a chittering beast. They'd taken great pleasure at that, their bestial cum gushing powerfully into her intestine as her anus, spasming involuntarily in pain and humiliation, had milked their throbbing shafts. She'd washed herself over and over after that and still felt as if the filth of it clung to her.
Yet as mortifying as that filthy passion had been, she was not sure it was worse than the tortures she'd suffered. Despite their inability to speak in human speech, the man-apes showed a frightening capacity for learning from example, as the marks of paddling and flogging on her pale buttocks attested, her regal ass beaten just as she had beaten any clumsy serving-girl who had displeased her. There were bruises even now, tender as she felt them with cautious fingers. They had bound her, too, in ropes and chains, suspended her upside down and swinging and raped her while the blood rushed to her head until she felt faint. Cruel dildos for the torment of prisoners, knobbed and spiked for their discomfort, had been shoved into her regal orifices, gags had filled her protesting mouth while purple simian tongues licked away her tears, leaving crude tracks of saliva. They had threatened with razors, gibbering and chittering as they passed the blades a fraction of an inch away from her breasts or her clit, hooting with simian laughter when she cringed and showed fear in her eyes. Every wicked technique she had taught them, so long as it still left her alive and beautiful for their beastly amusement, she had suffered.
Hopping from the bed and rearranging her skirts, Queen Amdelessiel began to pace back and forth once more, her eyes lidded, shielded behind the mesh of her lush, long, black lashes. Thoughts of her captivity continued to torment her as she brooded and seethed, wringing her black-gloved hands. Perhaps, before her next step through the door, one of her personal servants would have enough of a reprieve to visit, being the only people besides herself who had the power to step through the still-standing wards upon her chamber. Closing her eyes, She remembered each of them as their images had been burned into her mind, tortured and ravished by the lusting man-apes.
Perhaps it would be Mielle, who had cried bitter tears as she was roughly deflowered by the thick shaft of a hairy beast, its steely fingers gripping her shoulders so tight that they bruised as the chittering beast pounded into her, the beribboned platinum twin-tails of her hair dissheveled after being used as reins while she was rocked against the hard stone floor. Mielle, whose sweet lips had learned to suckle monster cock until the beasts blasted their thick loads of cum all over her innocent-looking face, the thick musky mess dripping down all over her cheeks and chin to splash on her buxom breasts.
Or it might be Elli, crimson-haired and fiery, who had screamed bloody curses while the beasts slapped her lush tits until they shone with palm-shaped bruise marks. The feisty maid's asshole had been forced open by not only one, but two massive beast cocks in the creatures' eagerness to pummel her tight bowels. How she'd screamed! The creatures had picked the poor girl up by the hair afterwards, let her dangle by her crimson locks until she wailed for mercy, those please met only with grumbles and chitters as they toyed with her. Amdellesiel closed her eyes, grimacing as that vision filled her mind, the chittering beasts pounding into the petite yet busty redhead while others covered her with seemingly endless streamers of thick gooey seed, until the girl's face and bruised tits were covered with a vile film of the virile slime.
She'd been forced to watch those things for their amusement, but more often than not, the man-apes were enjoying her own body as well. She remembered well the stink and flavor of their semen as the chittering beasts spewed their seed into her face and mouth, their long, veiny, humanoid cocks throbbing and heaving with each thick gush.
Where had it gone wrong? She asked herself. A moment of distraction, the wrong symbol painted in blood as she renewed the spell of command... Had they planned this? She did not see how that could be; they were singularly stupid creatures, at least in her own estimation. Perhaps they were more cunning than she had given them credit for. Perhaps she speculated too much. Knitting her brows, she ran a hand over her forehead with a ragged sigh. That day had begun like any other, the sorceress-queen sipping the best wine from her emerald-encrusted goblet, Mielle and Elli waiting on her as her most trusted servants. Then, her guards had turned on them, all together as if they had planned it in advance, the beastly man-apes pointing their weapons at the queen and her servants, seizing them before the startled sorceress could cast any spell in retaliation. Howling and shrieking, the man-apes had raped all three of them, right upon the dais of her throne room, their cries summoning every one of the monsters in the castle to join in on the bestial orgy, queen and maids reamed in every hole, foul sperm covering face and tits, filling cunt and bowel. Amdellesiel, their hated Mistress, had had it worst, her body beaten black and blue, though the creatures left her face intact, the better to enjoy her as they hammered her suffering body with their cocks. They'd squeezed her breasts until their dirty fingernails had dug into the flesh, and dragged her by her long black hair so that the carpet chafed her milky skin. Then they'd hauled her to the dungeon to chain her up and rape her some more, fucking her until her cunt bled and her tears ran dry. She could remember it all too vividly, black beastly cocks all around her, ramming in and out, in and out as cold chains and tight leathers bound her for their pleasure...
No. No, that was enough. The Queen let out a long, shuddering sigh and collapsed back onto her bed as she pushed those thoughts aside, crossing one arm over her eyes. Wine, or a potion for forgetfulness, that was what she needed right now, not to think endlessly on her helpless plight. But those things, too, were kept outside of her chamber, and either one of her servants would have to come with some, or else she would have to depart in search of them. The door stood strong, seeming cruel and ominous now though its warded locks were all that protected her for this little while. For now, she was safe, but sooner or later, she'd have to step outside that door once again.
And on the other side, the man-apes would be waiting.
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