The Amazon Queen

The Amazon Queen

by RiverOtter

Warning! Adult Content!

This story contains strong sexual content and is intended for mature audiences and is not suitable for minors.

This story is copyrighted © 2007 by RiverOtter. This story is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any real persons, living or dead, is unintended and purely coincidental. It may not be sold or redistributed for profit in any form. Archiving and posting online is permitted if the story is kept intact in its original form, and proper credit is given.

Sincere comments, feedback and criticism are welcome.

Characters are listed at the beginning of chapter 1.

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Chapter 18: The Amazon Queen

In the Queen's chamber of Emerald Keep, Penelope sat in front of her large mirror, making certain every hair and article of clothing was in its proper place. Talia dutifully attended her, brushing her hair and applying her makeup. From the opposite corner of the Queen's lavish room ran two rows of gold colored bars at right angles, forming a gilded cage for her personal slave to rest and relax in. There was even a suspended bar Talia could use as a swing, like a pet bird. Talia counted herself extremely fortunate to have the most beautiful, powerful and attentive Mistress any slave could ever want. She exercised in her cage whenever she got the chance; as she was no longer an Amazon, she needed to keep her muscles from slackening and her breasts from sagging. Penelope had grown more confident as a Mistress and trained Talia harder now, tolerating fewer imperfections in her than before, and Talia loved her for it. Penelope could whip her slave with her belt until Talia achieved orgasm, such was her level of response.

As the Queen's personal, chosen slave Talia had to be exemplary; luckily her Amazon training had gifted her with much discipline and endurance, and she did Penelope credit. While they were dignified and reserved together in public, they had only grown more passionate and intense in their private time together. Talia might not be the most beautiful slave girl around, she thought to herself (although Penelope would say she was very pretty indeed), but she was determined to be the best.

When the Queen was satisfied with her own appearance, she rose and took her slave girl to the wall, where she raised Talia's wrists over her head, and Talia held them there. She produced a present for her faithful slave, something she had been saving for a special occasion. It was a polished ivory phallus, shorter than most, with two pairs of thin gold chains attached to the base. Talia spread her legs wide to receive the gift, and the phallus fit all the way inside her, the base just barely visible below the lips of her sex. Penelope took each pair of golden chains and fastened them around Talia's thighs for support. She then slipped Talia's thong on, covering her sex entirely. No one would see that the Amazon slave was filled, but Talia would be reminded whenever she moved. Talia was disappointed her Mistress wasn't going to use her then and there, but there was no time now. Penelope could have strapped Talia between the legs with her belt and the slave girl probably would have achieved an orgasm, so responsive had she become.

“I'll be roused all day by this, my Queen,” said Talia, blushing.

“I know, dear,” said Penelope. “I want everyone to see a glow on your face when you're with me.” She pinched Talia's soft cheek playfully.

She took some clear paste and spread it on Talia's breasts, and placed a series of flower petals decoratively around each of her nipples, and a chain to connect each nipple ring. She placed a few flowers in Talia's hair braids and stepped back to look her over, satisfied with her decorations. She let Talia lower her wrists from above her and clipped a golden leash to her collar, and Talia followed her Mistress dutifully outside to the throne room. The phallus strapped into Talia's sex rubbed her pleasurably, and she wore a bashful smile the whole time, struggling with all her might to refrain from climaxing without permission.

Penelope sat on her rich, velvet throne, raised on a platform in the high ceilinged room. Talia got on her hands and knees in front of her, and Penelope rested her feet on the slave girl's back. Her loyal retainers and soldiers, resplendent in their rich dress, stood up in her presence and sat down again when she did. All her friends—Amazon, noble, and commoner alike, had gathered in the throne room this afternoon. It was to be a fairly short and simple ceremony, but Penelope wanted to make sure its importance was felt by all.

She had set down some new laws for the treatment of slaves in Avalonia, to discourage abuse, and had appointed impartial officials in each town to inspect each slave on a weekly basis. She had also ordered the streets of the kingdom to be swept clean of harlots and beggars, and had set them to work at whatever they were best suited for. Her kingdom would be clean and orderly now, and she would not lose it again.

“I am glad to see you have learned from our ways,” Sheila had told her. The Amazon Matriarch had been of great help to Penelope as she organized her kingdom anew. In point of fact, Sheila was the new Queen Mother; quite arguably the most powerful woman in the kingdom. This was what she had planned all along.

Penelope smiled, amused at the sight of her sister, who was sitting on Sheila's lap and wearing some kind of baby doll negligee and stockings up to her thighs. Her hair was braided into pigtails and she was gagged with what looked like a child's pacifier. Her arm was around Sheila and she rested her head against her Mistress's bosom, comforted by her commanding presence. There was no way anyone would would take Gwen seriously as a claimant to the throne now.

One by one, slave girls were collared for their Mistresses—and a few for their Masters—in front of Penelope and swore their obedience. Their owners, in turn, swore to provide for them and to observe the limits of punishment. Penelope hoped this ceremony made the intended impression on her subjects.

Claire, who had signed all her property over to Lady Anne, was the first collared; the beautiful redhead looked thrilled as she kissed the lovely Anne's feet. Anne's daughter, Amber, who had the same golden hair and beautiful face as her mother, had taken on two new slaves, Belle and Lydia, who similarly pledged themselves to their Mistress. Belle crawled on all fours, led by her her leash, to the foot of Penelope's throne. She still was shy in front of strangers, but she did her best to swear herself to Amber in her weak voice. Belle eagerly kissed Amber's feet and licked her shoes; she was a lovely young woman with fair hair and a childlike eagerness to please. Lydia was more graceful and reserved. Both Lydia and Claire smiled radiantly now that they were with the women they loved.

Keira, Penelope's adoptive Amazon sister had acquired two new slaves of her own: noblewomen whose family had supported the coup against Penelope. The Queen now made examples out of them, and most of the women who had rebelled against her were stripped of their rank and property—not to mention their clothing. Isabelle, the woman noted for her beauty and her strawberry blonde hair, and her teenage daughter Helen, who looked very much like her, meekly swore themselves to Keira, who stood over them with a whip. She had broken them in nicely, and they were proving to be reliable, obedient slave girls.

Gwen's gag was removed when her turn came, and it was quite humiliating for her, as everyone saw her kneeling in her frilly clothing. She made her oath quietly and the Amazon Matriarch, Sheila, tossed the teenage princess over her shoulder and spanked her bottom as she went back to her seat.

Finally Eleanor, the architect of the rebellion, was collared and enslaved by the Matron's teenage daughter. Eleanor knew how a slave was supposed to act and carefully suppressed her pride, knowing she had only escaped execution because of Penelope's generosity. Her expression was neutral and composed; one would not have guessed at the conflicting emotions battling inside her. Her dark hair went just a little past her shoulders unbound, which was a decidedly more feminine look than the tight bun she had normally worn it in. Penelope saw what an attractive woman her stepmother was, now that her thin waist, wide hips and ample bosom were on display for everyone to see. She wore a leather g-string that just barely covered her sex; one could see the cleft of her nether lips sticking out of the fabric. Talia was jealous of her. Dawn was affectionate towards her and clearly loved her new slave; Penelope wondered how a teenage girl had managed to tame the willful former Queen. Eleanor calmly accepted Dawn as her Mistress, giving her oath in a voice that was neither hesitant nor overly eager, and obediently brushed her hair back so that Dawn could place her collar around Eleanor's neck.

There were a good number of others, as well. The ceremony proceeded until finally, one of the young noblewomen who had rebelled against her now knelt before her throne, collared and nude but for the flimsiest piece of cloth around her waist. Penelope had decided to reward her to an especially loyal and brave soldier who had served her well. The young woman was very attractive, and there was a certain fire behind her eyes, as though she had not quite been tamed. The soldier found her resistance amusing. He was a massive man, powerfully built, and this former noblewoman was in awe of him. He thanked Penelope graciously for his new prize, and clipped a leash to the girl's collar, forcing her to march ahead of him to his bed chamber. He encouraged her to walk faster with a series of spanks to her bottom. Penelope smiled. The girl might still harbor thoughts of rebelling against her fate, but it would do her no good. That was the last of the seditious nobles; the rest had been dealt with, and were either gone or serving new Masters and Mistresses.

When it was finished and the crowd mingled together, Penelope saw a tear running down Talia's sweet face.

“Something wrong, dear?” she asked her slave.

“Collaring ceremonies always make me emotional,” said Talia with a smile.

Penelope had some business to finish with before she herself turned in. Redistributing funds to the overtaxed populace would take time. And she had to make sure everyone in Avalonia was cared for.

Many common born girls who had no homes were taken off the streets and put to work as spinsters and maids, or if they were pretty enough they might auctioned off as pleasure slaves to those who afford to care for them. When asked if these measures were perhaps a bit harsh, Penelope simply replied “Yes, they are.” In her mind, everyone in Avalonia now had a proper place, and everyone was protected by law from injustice and abuse.

Finally, the Queen Penelope turned in after a long day. Talia helped her undress in her chamber.

“I thought the new slave girls were settled in nicely, if I may say so,” said her slave. “But I noticed something strange, Mistress.”

“Oh?” asked Penelope.

“Some of the male slaves were sold for domestic work—to be pleasure slaves,” she said. “I've never seen that before.”

“Well, it's preferable than work in the mills and the mines for many,” said Penelope. “And men are often attracted to a strong Mistress. In fact, some free men will pay good money to be with one.”

“That seems strange to me, but I suppose your kingdom is a little strange to me. Oh...I'm sorry I didn't get to dance for your guests,” she said regretfully.

“Well,” said Penelope, “You can dance for me now, dear.”

“I would like that very much, my Queen.”

“Aren't you overdressed, though?”

Talia smiled and slipped out of her thong, and performed her sensual dance for the private audience of the Queen until Penelope had seen enough, and snapped her fingers for Talia to join her in her bed. They did not fall sleep for some time.

* * * *

That same night Gwendolyn entered Sheila's room with nervous anticipation. The young slave girl wore her transparent silk negligee, panties and stockings, just as Sheila liked. The room was bathed in soft candlelight, and the Matron was seated at her dresser table, combing her hair in front of the mirror.

“Hello; I'm here Mistress,” said Gwen eagerly.

“I can see you. Come here and undress me.”

Without a further word Gwen walked over to Sheila had helped her remove her leather gloves, boots, skirt and jerkin and slipped a satin nightgown over her nude body. Gwen trembled to see the Matron naked.

“You're very beautiful, you know,” said Gwen in awe.

“Hush, child,” said Sheila softly. “I did not say you could speak.” Gwen looked down, abashed.

Sheila brought her new young slave over to the bed and sat down, lifting Gwen easily onto her lap. She put a finger under Gwen's chin and lifted her head to meet her gaze.

“You were a little clumsy today serving me,” Sheila scolded. “You spilled some wine, and you stumbled several times. It was altogether ungainly, especially for a noble born slave.”

Gwen gulped and nodded guiltily. “I'm really sorry,” she said sincerely. “I promise I'll do better.”

“If you are to be my personal slave girl, you must be graceful,” said Sheila. “I am going to discipline you now, so you remember.”

Gwen whimpered audibly as Sheila laid her face down over her lap. The Matron then pulled Gwen's panties down, exposing the poor girl's reddened, bare bottom, and ran the back of her hairbrush over her skin. It felt hard and cold to Gwen, like the Matron's expression when she scolded her.

Gwen felt the brush smack her bottom with enough force to make her cry out, and the brush came down again and again relentlessly, until Gwen began to sob. Her hands had been cuffed together behind her back, so she could not move to cover her poor ass. It was just as well; doing so would probably earn her more strokes. Sheila struck Gwen harshly on each cheek at least half a dozen times until Gwen was good and sobbing. Finally she let the blonde slave girl stand and rub her sore hindquarters, and kiss her feet. Sheila made her kiss the back of the hairbrush as well.

If anything, Sheila's reprove had stung Gwen even more than the hairbrush. Sheila laid back against the soft pillows of the bed, her torso upright. She looked beautiful when she smiled, and her lips were so inviting, Gwen thought.

“Come here, dear,” said Sheila. She didn't seem to be angry, but then, she rarely ever raised her voice for any reason. Gwen crawled onto the bed towards her. When she reached her Mistress, Sheila took Gwen's head in her hands and kissed her on the lips. Gwen felt suddenly better. “Now,” said Sheila, “This is something just between you and me, understand? And if you misbehave, you will go without it.”

Gwen nodded, wondering what it was. Sheila had in fact been drinking an herbal mixture that caused her to produce milk, and she now exposed her bare breast to Gwen and lowered the slave girl's head to her nipple. She cradled Gwen as the young princess suckled her, surprised at the arm dribble of milk she tasted in her mouth.

“It's good for you,” said Sheila, aroused by the sensation of the beautiful young woman suckling at her breast. She held Gwen's head with one arm and rubbed her hand on the crotch of her panty with the other. This was amazingly sensual, she thought. The princess had never felt so intimate with anyone before; she felt just like a little girl again—well, not completely like a little girl, since she was now terribly aroused. Sheila seemed to be doing everything she could to make Gwen feel small and helpless. When Gwen finished sucking the milk from one breast and was turned to the other. She felt totally calm and safe in Sheila's arms now. There was nothing to worry about. When she finished, she sat up and wiped a dribble of milk from her chin.

“Thank you, Mistress,” she said.

“That's a good girl. Now, show me what you can do with that tongue of yours.” Sheila spread her legs and lifted her nightgown and Gwen eagerly put her head between them, toward the triangle of pubic hair below her waist. She lapped at the soft, moist folds of Sheila's pussy, sucking and tonguing her clit. Sheila rubbed her nipples and moaned in satisfaction, closing her eyes as Gwen's clever little tongue sent shivers of pleasure through her. She held Gwen's head tightly against her crotch as she came closer an closer to orgasm. She bucked her hips back and forth and moaned loudly as Gwen brought her to climax at last.

“Well done,” she said. “I think the twins would be jealous of your skill. I'll teach you some new tricks next time.” With that, she alighted from the bed and took Gwen with her. She brought the girl to an open topped cage that was cushioned on the bottom. She helped Gwen out of her clothes, placed her into the cage and locked a chain to her collar. Gwen whimpered when she realized Sheila was not going to let her climax that night. Instead, her hands were cuffed behind her again, and Sheila told her to sleep. Gwen saw the twins enter the room and greet their Mistress, who tethered their leashes to her bedposts. They were allowed to sleep next to her, and Gwen felt very jealous of them.

* * * *

The next day, Penelope conferred with Sheila and her adoptive sisters, Chandra and Keira, in Emerald Keep's throne room.

“Why do you insist on wearing that...costume?” Sheila asked her oldest daughter.

“It's a 'dress,'” said Chandra, looking resplendent in her new gown. “It's the custom here.”

“It looks frivolous,” said Sheila. “The things a woman will do to attract a mate, indeed.” Chandra didn't tell her mother about the even more “frivolous” clothing she was wearing beneath the gown to please her new husband. “In my day, all you had to do to seduce a man was show up.”

“Yes, but romance—I think that's what they call it—can be fun to,” said Chandra. “And I want to fit in here.”

“But how do you intend to start a proper family with only one mate?” Sheila asked her. “It seems like a lack of commitment to me.”

“Oh, mother, I'll manage.”

Thomas, the husband in question, was just out of earshot, speaking with Queen Penelope and Keira.

“I never thanked you properly for your loyalty,” said the Queen. “I want you to take charge of the entire army, and I've offered Chandra a job to train the new slave girls. She's quite talented at it.”

“Thank you for your generosity,” said the Captain. “And Chandra is a remarkable woman, once you get to know her.”

“I want to exact tribute from the neighboring kingdoms,” said Penelope. “Your job will be to get them to submit, one way or another.”

“You think we are that strong?”

“I know we are,” said Penelope. “I would not command this unless we were powerful enough to defeat all our neighbors combined, and with the Amazons, we are.”

“They already fear you,” said Thomas. “They're calling you 'the Amazon Queen.'”

“I like the sound of that,” said Penelope with a proud smile.

* * * *

Gwendolyn seemed to bring out a new, more playful side of Sheila. The Matriarch bounced her slave girl on her knee and pinched Gwen's nipples playfully, tickling her arms and stomach. Gwen giggled and rested her head against Sheila's bosom, kissing her Mistress's ample breasts. Sheila occasionally held out a sweet for Gwen to eat from her hand. Gwendolyn decided she could get used to this. She had no responsibilities or important decisions to make; no one pestering her to get things done or blaming her when things went wrong. She just did what Sheila commanded her and was rewarded—it was simple and kind of fun. She got a spanking sometimes, but that aroused her, too. All in all, she rather liked being Sheila's little girl. She didn't care so much if anyone else saw her like this.

They were seated in a large hall that served as a kind of ballroom. It consisted mostly of a wide open space with a marble floor and several comfortable sofas along the walls. Dawn had brought Eleanor here, along with various instruments of punishment and training. The former Queen needed to learn discipline, and Sheila wanted to see how her youngest daughter was was handling her new acquisition. Many others had gathered to watch as well, including Dawn's friends and sisters. Eleanor, now wearing the teenage Amazon's collar, stood patiently in the middle of the room by her Mistress, wearing only her black leather thong and the dark stockings that Dawn liked.

“Will she be hurt much, Mistress?” whispered Lydia, a dark haired slave, to Amber.

“That depends on her,” replied the blonde haired woman. Amber was discovering a dominant streak she didn't know she had, and was very much enjoying the chance to train Lydia. Serving nobles in a castle was different than serving on the Amazon islands, and she had a fair amount to learn.

Dawn's older sister, Keira, sat next to Amber, with two scantily clad women kneeling before her, leashed to their Mistress. Helen, the younger of these two, shifted nervously. What was going to happen to the former queen, she wondered? She looked at her beautiful mother kneeling next to her, leashed as she was, who only shrugged. They kept silent, knowing Keira would punish them if they spoke out of turn; the Amazon did not tolerate any impertinence from her new slaves.

“Go ahead, Dawn,” said Sheila.

The young Amazon picked up a long, thin lacquered cane.

“We'll start off with six strokes, and you will count each one,” said the teenager to the dark haired beauty who was now under her control. Amber felt a twinge of sympathy for the wicked queen, in spite of what the woman had put her her through. She remembered how she had felt when Keira first trained her.

Obediently, Eleanor bent over, her feet spread apart, and reached down as low as she could; a faint look of anguish crossed her face as she prepared to be disciplined in front of these women. Suddenly a whack echoed throughout the hall as the cane struck her bare skin; the thong Eleanor wore did nothing to hide her pleasantly plump rear end from the cruel implement.

“Oww...one,” she began. Thwack!

“OW!...two.” Thwack!

“Nnnhh...three.” Whack!

“Aaahh...four.” Whap! The other slave girls in attendance flinched at the strokes just a little, knowing how much this could hurt.

“Oowww...five.” Tears dropped to the marble floor, but otherwise Eleanor kept herself remarkably well composed. Thwack! A final red stripe formed across the pale skin of Eleanor's ass.

“AAH!...six.” Eleanor stood up and rubbed her sore rear end, her pride all but stripped away.

“Good girl, Elly,” said Dawn with a pleased smile. Eleanor was not only beautiful, she thought, but she could take a caning well, too. Just like Claire, her old slave.

“Now,” said Dawn as She picked up a black leather phallus, “On your knees.” With a pained look, Eleanor knelt in front of her younger Mistress. She had to suck on the phallus in front of everyone, to better lubricate it. Dawn then ordered her to fuck herself with it. It was almost too much for the wicked queen to bear, but Dawn gave her a fierce, commanding look that belied her years and threatened more serious punishments if she did not quickly obey.

Timidly, Eleanor opened her legs as she knelt on the floor and pushed the phallus into her groin, slowly moving it back and forth. She realized that she was genuinely aroused; her sex was moist and the phallus slid in easily. Could this really be a turn on for her? As she pleasured herself, Dawn picked up the all too familiar flogger, and snapped it across Eleanor's bare breasts. Eleanor cried out, more in surprise than pain. Dawn slapped her breasts again and again and, to Eleanor's surprise and consternation, she was becoming more and more aroused with each stroke of the flogger. She felt the eyes of the guests in attendance more heavily than ever; her former subjects were happily watching her be humiliated by a teenage girl! Even worse, she seemed to be craving it somehow. She closed her eyes and focused only on the confusing sensations of pleasure and pain that wracked her body. Her hips rose and fell against the phallus and her ample breasts swayed as the flogger struck them with a fleshy slap. Her breathing reached a higher pitch and quickened.

“Stop,” said Dawn suddenly. Eleanor looked up at the teenage Amazon suddenly, who was no longer flogging her. “Should a slave come before her Mistress?” asked Dawn. “Tell me.”

“No, Mistress,” said Eleanor quietly.

Dawn clipped a leash to Eleanor's collar. The former queen hated it, but was in no position to complain.

“Pleasure me,” said Dawn. “I want you to show everyone what you've learned so far.” Dawn lifted up her leather skirt and slid aside her thong. She tugged on Eleanor's leash, and the dark haired beauty crawled closer to her. Resignedly, Eleanor, put her head between Dawn's legs and drove her tongue into the girl's pussy. Younger women had always roused Eleanor; the sight of Dawn's young, tight sex filled her with desire, though she would rather not have done this in public. Dawn tugged on Eleanor's leash to keep her head up against her crotch, and with her other hand she slapped her flogger against Eleanor's exposed back. It was not particularly hard this time; to Eleanor it felt more like a rough massage. Sheila, Amber and Anne watched closely, to see if Eleanor really would do what she was commanded. Eleanor was true to her word; she had sworn herself to Dawn in exchange for her life and she had a strong sense of order and duty, even if it meant being a humble pleasure slave to this girl. Dawn bit her lip and winced as Eleanor tongued her clit and the sensitive lips of her sex. The woman definitely had experience in this area; Dawn hadn't had to train her much at all as far as licking a woman's pussy.

After a few very pleasant minutes, Dawn felt a satisfying orgasm wash through her. The audience applauded. Dawn slackened her grip on Eleanor's leash and the woman sat on her heels, head down in shame. Dawn took the former queen's chin in her hand and smiled as she met her gaze. She was proud of her new slave. Why didn't Eleanor seem proud as well, she wondered? She had done a good job, after all.

“I guess she's learned her place,” said Amber. “Who would have thought?”

“Let's show everyone what you've got,” said Dawn with a smile. She made Elanor bend down on her hands and knees, and put the phallus back inside her groin. Then, with an insistent tug on the leash, she walked Eleanor around the room in a wide circle; the former queen crawled on all fours with her head down.

“Don't let the dildo fall, or you'll be punished,” Dawn warned her, in a tone one might use to scold a small child. When Eleanor didn't crawl fasts enough for her liking, Dawn struck her sore rear end with the cane again, and the older slave picked up her pace. The phallus inside her tormented her, ans she was afraid she might lose control. When she finished her humiliated display of crawling around the room, she looked at Dawn tearfully.

“Do you want to come now?” asked Dawn.

“Yes, Mistress,” said Eleanor quietly.

“Beg me for it.”

“Please, Mistress, let me come,” said Eleanor, almost but not quite sobbing.

“You may,” said Dawn imperiously.

With great relief, Eleanor reached behind herself and worked the dildo back and forth until she let out a loud wail, no longer caring who could see her. The pleasure her body craved overwhelmed everything else at that moment. When she calmed down she was shamed once again, but did her best not to show it.

“She did well, didn't she, mother?” Dawn asked Sheila.

“I suppose so,” said her mother. “It's really quite simple. Give a slave the discipline they need, and always let them know who's in charge. I think she's ready to see the Queen, Dawn.”

“All right,” said the young Amazon. She tugged at Eleanor's leash, and the woman crawled after her Mistress as she walked to the throne room.

Penelope sat on her throne as Talia stood behind her, massaging the Queen's shoulders. She greeted Dawn warmly as the girl entered the chamber, pulling Eleanor behind her on a lead.

“How is she coming along?” Penelope asked.

“A little shy, but she's been well behaved,” said Dawn.

“Have her come up on my lap,” said the Queen.

A pained look crossed Eleanor's face and she hesitated, but Dawn gave her ass a sharp stroke of her cane and she climbed up onto Penelope's lap, face down, her hair falling to hide her face. Penelope ran a hand along her stepmother's firm round behind, noting the red stripes, and swatted her several times. Eleanor whimpered but did not struggle or try to get away. Penelope took Eleanor's chin in her hand and turned the woman's head up to face her.

“Are you going to be obedient from now on?” she asked sternly.

“Yes,” said Eleanor, as a tear of shame ran down her cheek.

“Yes, what?” said Penelope as she slapped Eleanor's ass with her bare hand.

“Yes, my Queen,” said Eleanor with a sob.

“That's better,” said the Queen. “Tell me, would you want to go into exile, if I gave you the choice?”

Eleanor tried to hold back the tears of humiliation. “No, my Queen,” she said.

“Why not, h'm?”

“I want to stay with Mistress Dawn,” said Eleanor. Dawn smiled affectionately at her slave.

“Very well, you can stay here, as long as you obey her,” said Penelope. She looked at her sister, impressed. “I don't know how you did it, but she's yours now.”

“Thank you,” said Dawn. She took Eleanor's lead and the older woman got down off of Penelope's lap to follow her Mistress.

“I want her to suck off the guards outside—all of them, by the end of the day,” said Penelope. “That should teach her her proper place.”

“That should be fun,” said Dawn with a smile. Eleanor looked horrified, and turned to her young Mistress with a pleading look, but Dawn ignored it.

“Come on, Elly,” said Dawn with a tug on her slave's leash. “You've got work to do.” Penelope watched, pleased, as Dawn led her slave out of the royal chamber. Behind her, Talia bent and kissed her Queen's shoulder lovingly.

“Do you really think she'll do it, Mistress?” the slave girl whispered in her ear.

“I think she has a strong submissive streak,” said Penelope. “She may not have accepted it yet, but she's a slave all the way through.”

* * * *

Amber and her mother were staying in a relatively small two story building, of which there were many on the grounds of Emerald Keep. There were two bedrooms and a place to eat and prepare meals, and a comfortable living room. In the morning Lydia was set to cleaning and sweeping the floors, while Claire was dutifully sewing, practicing the needlework Anne had taught her. Both wore tight leather corsets now, with a kind of leather brief and a very short, transparent silk skirt; they also wore open halter tops that lifted and displayed their breasts proudly. Amber had liked the pantaloons Lydia had been dressed in earlier but her mother dismissed them as a silly costume; what Claire and Lydia now wore was more or less typical for slave girls in their kingdom.

Anne found that Claire had made a few mistakes with her sewing and was rather annoyed; Claire was a sweet woman but she could be rather scatterbrained. Anne took a paddle she kept handy and gave Claire a few generous spanks over her knee; the redhead apologized and undid a part of her threading to attempt it again. Far from being hurt or angry, Claire looked at Anne lovingly as the older woman stood over her, supervising her carefully. Her only thought at that moment was of pleasing Anne.

When Amber brought Lydia back from the Palace proper, she found that Claire had finished her chores for the time being, and her mother was trying to teach her how to carry herself. The slave girl walked across the room with a book balanced on her head while Anne looked on, paddle in hand. Claire moved gracefully across the room with a sensuous sway to her hips, and Anne insisted Lydia try it too.

“You need to train her more firmly, dear,” said Anne to her daughter. “She's not quite there yet.”

“I know, mother; I've been helping the Queen,” said Amber, who was much busier now that she was a free woman. Lydia dutifully went to the far wall, where Anne placed a book on her head, and tried to walk as serenely as she could. Part of Amber still envied Lydia, whose legs wobbled as she walked, trying to keep her balance.

“Faster,” said Anne impatiently as she tapped Lydia's ass with her paddle. Lydia winced and almost lost her balance, but made it to the end of the room without the book falling from her head.

“Again,” Anne ordered, and Lydia turned around and walked to the other side of the room. Amber sat down on a sofa in front of a fireplace and watched her progress. When Lydia made it a second time without dropping her book, Anne was satisfied for the time being and Lydia smiled. The pretty brunette knelt in front of Amber and put her head in her Mistress's lap.

“I'm getting better, aren't I?” she asked.

“For a country girl, you're not bad,” said Amber as she stroked Lydia's hair. “Now, clean my room thoroughly, and I'll reward you. Otherwise you'll get a sound spanking.”

“It'll be spotless,” promised Lydia. She took Amber's hand and kissed it. As Amber left to exercise Belle, Lydia thought how lucky she was to have such a beautiful Mistress, and fantasized as she worked about being allowed to share Amber's bed that night.

Amber found Belle helping to clean as best she could. The blonde teenager was on her knees and held a brush awkwardly in her mittened hands, scrubbing alongside the lovely, dark haired Lydia.

“Has had she been doing?” Amber asked her new slave.

“She tries hard, but there's only so much she can do, Mistress,” said Lydia. Belle looked up nervously, wondering if Amber was going to punish her.

“Come with me, you two,” said Amber. “I have some things for Belle in my room, and I'll need your help, Lydia.”

When they reached the cozy upstairs room, Amber had Belle climb on the bed and get on her hands and knees.

“Now,” she said, “We're going to arrange your hair into a more appropriate style.” Together Lydia and Amber tied Belle's blonde hair into a pair of ponytails that hung down from either side. Amber applied some blush to Belle's cheeks, giving them a rosy hue. She then clipped small bells to the young slave's nipple rings, and another to the ring that pierced the girl's labia.

“Isn't she cute?” said Amber. “She's going to be my little pet again.” Belle was delighted to hear this. All she would have to do was entertain her Mistress now; she wouldn't have to work so hard anymore.

“Yes, Mistress, but she has no tail,” observed Lydia.

“I have a solution,” said Amber. “A merchant made these for me.” She went to a large leather bag and took out several items she had acquired just for Belle. The first was some kind of plug, with a tail more or less like the one Belle had before, streaming from on end. Amber put some oil on it for lubrication, and told Belle to stick her ass out. She then pushed the end of the plug into the girl's anus. Belle winced, as the plug was quite wide for her, but the thickest end was soon inside her and tapered off after that. It seemed to fit snugly on its own, so she left it as it was, without any straps, looking more natural.

“Just like her old one,” said Amber, pleased at her young slave's appearance. She tied a pink bow around the base of the tail for decoration, and two more bows around her ponytails to match. “If you need to relieve yourself, Belle, you'll have to beg me and I'll remove it for you. Otherwise it stays inside you.”

Belle whimpered, but Amber was firm. “If you want to be a pet instead of having to scrub floors all day, then that's the way it will be,” said the Mistress.

“She's lucky,” said Lydia with a smile.

Amber fitted a ring gag around Belle's head; it featured white straps that went over her head and under her chin to hold it more firmly in place. More than ever, the young blonde looked like a domestic animal. Amber also put straps on Belle's thighs—these she attached with a short length of chain to her ankle cuffs, so that Belle couldn't extend her legs all the way out. She would have to move around on her knees, and she wore pads to cushion them. Finally, Amber took another pair of chains and used them to connect Belle's wrist cuffs and collar. This way, Belle could not lower her hands past her waist when she sat up or raise her head too high when she walked. Just as a real pet should be, Amber thought. Satisfied with her handiwork, Amber ordered Belle to wag her tail, and the pet slave shook her hips excitedly. With a laugh, Amber sent Belle downstairs to wait for her.

Belle was shy to be seen around Emerald Keep, though it was hard to tell with her gag harness on.

“Come on, Belle, I want everyone to see you,” said Amber. She knew Belle preferred to play in private but if she wanted to be a pet, she was going to have to get over that shyness, Amber decided. She clipped a leash to Belle's collar and led her outside, walking her young slave on all fours along the paths that circled the grounds of the palace. She stopped and greeted her friends, both the Amazons she had met in the last few months and people she had not seen her exile. They thought Belle was quite adorable, and the young slave girl seemed to perk up a little as they stroked her head her and pinched her nipples and cheeks affectionately. Her bashfulness was beginning to ebb away.

Near the main gate Amber found the princess Gwendolyn, her hair now arranged in pigtails like Belle and wearing a short, transparent silk negligee and frilly lace panty. She was relaxing in the garden, careful to stay within sight of the palace guards, as she had been ordered. Gwen was nervous to see Amber. The young princess was collared and cuffed, just as Amber had once been, and bore several fading red stripes on her backside.

The princess curtsied gracefully when Amber approached. “Hello, Mistress Amber, I was just taking a walk...Mistress Sheila said I could go outside for a little while.”

“You're behaving yourself, then?” asked Amber.

“Yes, ma'am,” said Gwen bashfully, knowing how silly and girlish she must look to her former servant. “I'm sorry, about everything that happened to you. It must have been very painful. I'll understand if you're angry with me.” She looked down at the ground guiltily, and fidgeted.

“I'm not angry,” said Amber, brushing Gwen's cheek. “They seem to have found a fitting place for you.”

Gwen nodded. “I'm trying to be good; I really am,” she said earnestly.

“This is Belle,” said Amber, nodding to the crawling, ponytailed teenager she was leading by a leash.

“She looks...interesting,” said Gwen in wonder. “She's so cute.” Belle looked up at Gwen neutrally. They looked much alike, the two of them, with similar hair colors and styles.

“Sit up, Belle,” Amber ordered. Belle stood on her knees, her hands hanging below her breasts by their chains. She stuck her tongue out and panted, and turned her torso side to side so that the bells on her nipples jingled. Gwen laughed with surprise.

“I don't know if I could do that...I really don't,” she said. “She must be very loyal to you. Please, Mistress Amber, may I walk her for a bit?” She asked so sweetly that Amber allowed Gwen to take hold of Belle's leash. The two of them walked around the garden together. It was a beautiful place, kept in pristine condition by servants and slaves. Belle walked ahead of Gwen and sniffed the fragrant, blooming flowers, crawling as far as the leash allowed in order to gather everything in.

“Sheila will take good care of you,” said Amber. “She has a way of dealing with girls who misbehave, too; I'm sure you know what I mean.”

“Yes,” said Gwen. “I thought being queen was all that mattered, but in a lot of ways I'm happier now,” she said. “Does that make sense to you?”

“Yes, actually, it does,” Amber said. “How about you, Belle?” she asked to scampering slave girl ahead of her. The young pet shook her hips lewdly to wag her tail, and both Amber and Gwen laughed. Gwen knelt and reached her hand out, and Belle crawled to her, licking the hand through her ring gag, very much enjoying herself. Gwen patted the young slave's head.

“Perhaps Mistress Sheila would let me play with her some time—If you don't mind,” said Gwen.

“It would be nice to have a playmate for Belle,” said Amber. “If you're good you can come over.”

After Gwen left to return to her Mistress, Amber went to say goodbye to Keira, since the Amazon would be returning to her island home soon. She found Keira outside the stables, with two ponygirls hitched to a small cart. They were the noblewomen, Amber saw—the Lady Isabelle and her daughter, Helen. They looked impressive in their harnesses and bridles, standing at attention for fear of their Mistress's whip. Their red-gold hair was braided into a single long ponytail behind them, and they wore matching tail plugs. Keira stood by them, giving them a bowl of water that they lapped up with their tongues. Keira walked quickly to Amber when she saw her approach and embraced her.

“Leaving already?” asked Amber. Keira nodded.

“This place isn't for me,” she said. “I'd rather be hunting in the woods than laying about in a castle.”

“I'll miss you,” said Amber.

Keira kissed the blonde's forehead, and knelt to pat Belle on the head. “Take good care of her,” said the Amazon. “And yourself, too.”

“It still seems a little strange,” said Amber. “Sometimes I feel like, well—like I want more discipline,” she smiled seductively at her former Mistress. Keira looked at her curiously.

“I see,” said the Amazon thoughtfully. “I can stay here another day or so. Poor Helen twisted an ankle a few days ago, and I don't want to rush her back.” She noted the crystal that Amber still wore around her waist—the one that Keira had given her back in Lyria. Then, Keira suddenly pulled something out of her pocket and lifted up Amber's dress.

“What are you doing?” asked Amber, alarmed that someone might see them.

“Hush,” said Keira. “Why must you outlanders where so many cumbersome clothes?” She felt her way under Amber's petticoat and pulled aside the crotch of her lace, silk panty. Belle looked on curiously. Amber couldn't bring herself to resist Keira's advance; the woman still had a powerful hold over her. She felt Keira pulling at the rings of her labia that were still there.

“Ow,” said Amber. “What was that for?” She then realized what Keira was doing—the Amazon had pulled out a small lock, and now Amber's labial rings were secured together.

“You can't do that,” Amber protested half-heartedly. “I'm not your slave anymore.”

“Oh, I think you are,” said Keira with a sly wink.

“Please, take the lock off?” begged Amber.

“First thing tomorrow morning,” said Keira. “Come down to the dungeon. Wear nothing underneath your dress. Understand?”

“Yes, Mist—I mean, yes Keira,” said Amber humbly. “I guess you'll always be 'Mistress' to me.”

“You're going to be a good one, yourself,” said Keira. “I just want us to have some fun before I leave—for old time's sake.” The two embraced again, and kissed passionately.

“All right, tomorrow,” said Amber. “But now you've got me excited. I won't sleep much.”

“You'll be thinking about ways to please me?”

“Of course.”

“That's my girl.”

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