The Diary of A Queen's Pet Chapter 10
Author's Notes: This one may be harder to read then others guys. There is semi-graphic heterosexual "rape" involved. Fair warning. This one isn't for the faint of heart. Those that can still enjoy this please do and let me know what you think like always! ~ Bella
The summer after my eighteenth birthday things took a drastic change. How strange that I can say that truly. Things have never been in my control so why should this be anything different? Ever since that first night with the Queen, I had been serving her in every way she demanded. Sometimes I was her table or foot prop. Other times I was her pet, eating from her hand and purring happily at having her fingers weaving through my blonde tresses. I was happy…I think. I don't really remember being sad or anything like that so surely I must've been happy right? That's what happiness is…a lack of sadness…I don't think I understood even then what true happiness was but I think that was the closest I've ever come to it.
Sleeping at the foot of the Queen's bed was something I was familiar with, it was comforting. I liked my routine and I wasn't anxious to lose it. But yet again I was reminded that my life wasn't my own. The Queen was angry that day, I remember. Her fists were clenching and unclenching at her sides as she paced back and forth in front of her mirror. I learned quickly to stay out of her way when she was like this or else I would be facing her wrath. Frankly I had learned what that was like and I had no desire to go through it again.
I stayed out of her way that day but I couldn't help but wonder what had made her so angry. She was speaking to her mirror, when I shifted. I didn't realize my foot was so close to the table but it was. I tried to catch the small vase full of jasmine and lavender but I missed it. It shattered on the stone floor, making a loud cracking noise that caused me to flinch and drop to the floor immediately. I knew I was in trouble when I heard the Queen whip around. Her footsteps banged against the stone and I flinched with each step.
"Pet," Her voice was so cold. I felt like I'd freeze to death. "Why did you break my vase?"
I crouched down a little further, trying to make myself as small as possible. "I…I'm sorry…majesty…I…" I stammered out, feeling tears begin to make their way down my face. I knew better than to catch her eye in this state. Why had I? It was an accident but I still knew better.
She was angry, I could see it plainly in her stance. I didn't dare look up at her face but I knew what it would look like. She's beautiful all the time but when she's angry she's absolutely breath taking. Her cheeks flush and her eyes flash. She bites her lips too so they get a little more plump. All in all, I think she's at her absolute prettiest when she's angry.
She kicked at my closed legs and I whimpered feeling the heel of her shoe dig into my thigh. I flinched again when she reached out and grabbed my chin. Tilting my head up, I still kept my head down as she leaned forward. She licked a trail up my right cheek to my eye, tasting my tears. I winced, but didn't pull away. I knew better. It would only make her angrier. She released my chin but I didn't let my head fall to my chest as I was tempted to. I knew what was coming after all.
She struck quickly but with enough force to knock me completely off balance. My body hit the floor with a dull thud. The Queen turned away and I gasped as I sat up. My hand touched above my eye and I gasped as my fingers came back bloody. I looked down, continuing to try and staunch the flow with my fingers only to realize that I had almost cut my eye out on the broken shards of the vase. As is, I'd gotten extremely lucky. I could've been blinded. The blood was beginning to drip into my eye though and I closed it, trying to keep my eye from getting any damage. I didn't know if the blood may have a small sliver of glass in it after all.
The Queen was standing in front of her mirror again, I noticed when I was finally able to focus my one good eye. I whimpered again and turned back to the mess I'd made. The Queen would be angry if I just left it. I stood up and quietly went to the door, calling out to the guard to send up a bucket and a broom so I could get the broken glass pieces up. I wiped once again at the gushing blood. It refused to clot I noted but I kept moving. The Queen would be displeased if I didn't get the broken remains of the vase up as soon as possible. When I moved back to my place near the glass I slowly picked up the bigger pieces and put them in a pile.
"What is that?" The Queen's voice echoed in the chamber and I flinched down, dropping the piece of glass in my hand. It shattered into smaller pieces on the stone floor but that didn't seem to matter.
She was standing in front of me in a flash and I flinched when she made a move to lift my head. I didn't twist away as I was tempted to do.
"Let me see the damage I wrought." She murmured her voice strangely soft. It was like warm velvet and despite my blood now staining her hand, I turned and pressed my lips against her palm. She didn't say a word to my little gesture but the fact that she allowed it was something I didn't take lightly.
It registered in my brain that the area that had been cut by the glass was cool. The sensation continued and I sighed softly. I didn't mind the cold. It was something I could grow accustomed to. I watched closely out of my good eye as the strands of purple light wove themselves together over the cut as the Queen's previously unoccupied hand lingered only a breath away from my face. Her eyes were watching her work closely as her fingers moved ever so subtly. When she was finally done, the pretty purple light faded. I could see it though she wasn't pleased.
My brow furrowed. I wondered just what was wrong but I kept my palms turned up on my lap. Her fingers tenderly slid along the spot near my eye for a moment. "Clearly we'll have to keep trying. There is a scar." She muttered.
I bit my lip, I had a scar? Would that make me unattractive to my Queen? Would she still want me around her? I couldn't go back to working in the kitchens. I'd just die if she sent me back there. I had been her companion for two years now and I wasn't anxious to give up my spot to anyone else. I wanted to keep the Queen's attention on me as long as possible.
She sighed after a she tried a few times to heal the scar. It wouldn't go away. I felt tears gather in the corners of my eyes as she pulled her hands away from my face. I just knew she was going to tell me to leave her. She waved her hand and the mess I had made was no longer there. I whimpered, biting at my lip again. I knew what was coming; I would be sent away.
"Go and get cleaned up pet. I have plans for you."
I blinked and nodded "Yes majesty." I murmured, my lower lip wobbling as I twisted and began to crawl away. I didn't know what she had planned for me but sometimes they were things I enjoyed…other times they weren't. Simple as that but whatever they were it made her happy and that was all that mattered to me.
I stopped for a moment, looking back over my shoulder at her. "Your grace?" I asked softly.
The Queen twisted, looking at me with a silently arched brow.
"Thank you…for trying to heal me…and for not sending me away."
"You fear leaving me more than anything else. Why is that?"
"Because I'm yours and I don't wish to belong to anyone else." I remember even now the floored look on her face.
She always had trouble believing that I wanted to belong to her. I enjoyed it; I craved it, I needed it. Like I've always needed her, even now. I loved her with everything that I was back then. If I'm honest, I still love her with everything I am now. I always loved her. I think I always will.
Strange how things like that work. People flow in and out of our lives like water and we never know what they left behind until they're gone. How foolish we are, to not realize what true treasures we can be to one another. How one word, one action can change the course of our lives forever. I didn't realize back then that I was beginning to change and so too was my Queen. I didn't realize so many things that I should've, if I had things would've turned out differently I think. Or maybe they still would've been the same I can't say. I'm not a seer and I pity the person that has that capability.
Maybe if I had it though I would've been able to predict the next set of events that would shape my life in ways I never knew possible. Or maybe I would've just worried about them until I couldn't move a muscle for fear of causing it to happen. Who's to say?
After I finished cleaning up my face, my Queen came into her bathing chambers. I quietly helped her out of her clothes and into the deep tub. It was fed by an underground hot spring. The water was always steaming even in the dead of winter. And winters were always harsh here. But it was early spring now and winter was a long ways away. Thankfully, I could do without the snow. The cold always seemed to cut through me worse than anything else ever did.
I shook my head, clearing my thoughts as the Queen dipped below the water line. I carefully hung her dress up so it wouldn't wrinkle and began to fold her undergarments so they could be washed. I'd have to sort through them later to make sure everything was safe to be sent away to the wash but beyond that I wasn't too worried.
When the Queen came up for air, I was completely mesmerized for a moment. She looked like a mermaid or a siren or some other sort of mythical water creature. The water cascaded down her olive toned skin, pearling little drops that caught the light like diamonds. Her long hair hung down covering her small pert breasts with its thickness. I had spent hours of my life brushing it out for her. I absolutely loved her hair. It was so thick and lush and beautiful. She pushed her hair back over her shoulders and I sucked in a breath feeling my desire for her begin to pulse. She could barely even look at me and I wanted her more than air. The Queen's eyes caught mine and she offered me a small secretive smile.
"Come here pet." She held out her wet hand, water falling from her extended limb as she waited for me to join her. I dropped her undergarments and immediately stepped down into the hot water.
The pool deepened as you stepped towards the center and I stopped directly in front of the Queen. She turned her back. "Wash me." She commanded and I smiled. This was one of my favorite things to do for her. I had always loved taking care of her and this was no exception.
I moved swiftly through the water. I was always happy to use the expensive shampoos and soaps that the Queen enjoyed. The smell of jasmine and lavender filled the air. I moved back towards her quickly almost tripping over my own two feet to try and get to her quicker. I lifted my hands to her thick hair and slowly began to wash her hair careful not to pull it. Though I'd seen the servants pull the Queen's hair many times, putting into elaborate head piece or style to fit wherever she was going next. I, however, was always careful not to cause her any pain. I lifted the heavy fall of her hair holding it in my hands as I worked the soap through it. When I was finally done, I pulled away stepping back to allow her to dip down into the water.
When she finally came up, she ran her fingers through her hair, shaking the water off. I moved quickly to continue washing her until finally she pushed me away. "Get dried off and get my black velvet dress."
I nodded, "Yes your majesty." I slid from the warm water, shivering in the cool air before I quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself. I stepped out into the outer chambers when I heard a knock at the inner doors. I cocked my head, wondering, who was outside.
I walked to the door and pulled it open blinking when I saw the man standing there. He was dressed like one of the Queen's high guards, his helmet tucked under his arm. A bow was hung across his back. I cocked my head, staring at him. It took a moment but I eventually recognized him.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
Graham stared back at me for a moment, "Is her majesty here?"
"She's in the bath." I answered.
"Then I'll wait for her."
He stepped forward and I pushed the door closed a bit more blocking him. "I don't think so. Her majesty doesn't like to be disturbed when she's bathing."
He stared at me for a moment and I stared back, my jaw setting itself as I dared him to try and move past me.
"Pet," The Queen's voice interrupted our stare down. I turned immediately blinking when I realized the Queen was standing in the opening towards her bed chambers.
"Majesty…" I began and she waved a hand.
"Allow the huntsman in. I sent for him." I blinked, my eyes growing a bit wide, before I finally agreed and moved to allow the "wolf man" as I always referred to him into the room.
"You sent for me your majesty?" He asked as soon as he was past me.
"Yes, I have need of your services."
The man blinked and cocked his head. I wanted to cry. I couldn't believe I was to be replaced. The Queen strode forward coming to settle on the chaise lounge. "Drop your armor." She commanded.
"Majesty, I don't understand."
"Do as I say or I'll do it for you." Magic crackled in the air around the Queen and I saw the man visibly swallow before he did as she asked slowly shedding the steel that covered his body.
"Pet," She called to me and I hesitantly came forward.
"Yes your grace?" I asked, trying to hide the tears in my voice.
"Drop the towel and get on your hands and knees." She commanded.
I blinked my red rimmed eyes at her, not sure what she was doing this for. I didn't resist though and did as she commanded. I came towards her before I dropped to my hands and knees. By this point the Huntsman was naked as well.
"What are you waiting for?" The Queen asked when neither of us made a move.
"Majesty?" It was the huntsman who spoke.
"Fuck her Captain." She commanded and I gasped, my eyes going wide.
"Majesty…I don't…I…" The huntsman stuttered.
"Do as I command." The Queen's voice was ice cold.
The huntsman didn't move for a moment before he slowly crawled towards me.
"Your grace...please…" I whimpered as tears began to cascade down my pale cheeks.
"Hush now pet. Spread your legs like a good girl." The Queen's voice was still cold but not nearly as icy as it had been towards the huntsman.
I whimpered but did as she asked. I still couldn't stop the tears from flowing down my cheeks. The Queen reached up brushing a lock of wet hair behind her ear as though this was the most natural thing in the world.
She sat forward suddenly and pulled me towards her. She rested my head in her lap and gently began to play with my hair. I immediately calmed looking up at her beautiful face. I blinked when she leaned forward. Her breasts brushed the top of my head but I didn't mind. In fact I felt more comforted than ever as her small hands slid over my bottom and moved towards my labia. I sighed when I felt her fingers find my clit. She slid her finger back and forth before pulling away.
"Take her." She commanded. I tensed immediately.
I heard movement and then I gasped. It hurt. It hurt almost as badly as when her majesty had taken my virginity. The huntsman was as gentle as he could be though I suppose. I felt every inch of him slide in and out of me as the tears began to pour down my cheeks again. My inner muscles spasmed around him and I couldn't focus on anything but the feeling of him pushing and pulling in and out, in and out. The rhythm was almost hypnotic if one focused on it and not the pain. It still wasn't pleasurable for me but I could tolerate it if I focused hard enough. In, out, in out. It kept going. I could feel the Huntsman's hands clenching and unclenching on my hips, bringing me backwards and rocking my forwards. In, out, in out. It continued as the Queen's hands continued to pet me as though I were her prized possession. I knew I was a possession but nothing about whether or not I was prized and still it continued. In and out, in and out.
I whimpered when I felt him slowly pull out what felt like hours later. I was left wide open feeling as though I was gaping open.
"No, finish inside of her." The Queen's voice broke through my soft whimpering sobs.
"Majesty." The huntsman was out of breath.
"Do as I command. Finish inside of her."
The huntsman hesitated before sliding back inside me. I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out at the feeling. It still hurt. It didn't last long after that. A few thrusts and then I heard a grunt and I felt like my insides were being hosed down or something. What a strange sensation.
He slowly pulled out of me; the moment I felt his hands leave my hips I collapsed clutching tightly to the Queen's legs as I sobbed loudly.
"Leave us." The Queen's words barely registered in my brain before I felt her arms come around me.
"It wasn't so bad now was it?" Her soft voice spoke softly.
I shuddered and sniffled, "Majesty…" I whimpered.
"What is it pet?" Her voice was so silky.
"Please don't make me do that again." I managed to get out as I continued to cry.
"I can't promise you that pet." She whispered.
"Why your grace?
"Hush now. That's not for you to concern yourself about."
I nodded, I'd just have to trust her. Why did the thought make me shudder then?