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From: mandible <" jawbone"@ass.com>
Subject: POST FROM mandible THE EVIL QUEEN

THIS IS OF COURSE AN ADULT POST FOR FOLKS OVER EIGHTEEN - LIKE WAY
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THE EVIL QUEEN by mandible


Dirk tested his bonds quietly. He lay on the stone table, strapped
tightly at the knees and elbows. He was naked and a bit bruised from
fighting the guards who had captured him and bound him down. Perhaps
there was no hope anymore, but he refused to give up. Somewhere there
were rebels against Queen Anoxia's rule. While he lived he could hope
for aid, and if he fell the fight would be taken up by others. He
thought ruefully of comrades who had fallen along the way. Dirk was
the last of the Four Guardians. The other three lay dead, and their
Trusts had been taken. Dirk had been the last hope, and he had been
defeated at the last and his talisman taken too. Robbed of his powers
and strength by the loss of his star gem, Dirk was at the end of his
story. He wondered why he still lived, then looked around at the dark
stone walls and remembered the silent men who had brought him here.
Torture, he thought as he fought his straps again. Castration.
Amputation.

Then death, he decided. Never mind what came first. He had failed, and
fallen into the hands of the evil Queen Anoxia. He fell into dark
thoughts of the Queen's treachery and brilliance, and the way the
firelight had flickered on her rubies and emeralds, and on her green
eyes and red hair. He could almost smell her perfume, a thick flowery
musk. He realized slowly that the Queen herself was standing quietly
over him, staring with her bloodred lips parted.

"You are a big man, Dirk Trustbearer," she said calmly, eyes hooded.

"Call me not so, for I have lost my Trust. I defended as well as
mortal man could have done, and feel no shame. But I fear that power
in your hands, lady." Dirk sighed, staring at the ceiling.

Anoxia stepped further into the light which shone on Dirk's naked
body.  She wore a black robe which hid her form and accented her red
hair, which was held only by a thin golden circlet..  She held four
stones on a golden chain in her left hand: red, gold, green, blue. The
four Trusts.  The basic magic and power that moved this world, a world
carved from dark night by wizardry by those escaping a power that
clove universes. A world with no day or night, no sky or ground, but
only Rooms in the tarry stonelike blackness between day and night. A
world which had survived wars and strife until the Red Queen was born
to sit the throne of the Second Kingdom. Now the bitch held life and
death in her red-nailed hands. She chuckled.

"In my hands?" she placed her right hand upon Dirk's naked crotch. It
felt soft and warm.  Dirk's penis became alert. He cringed inwardly
from the touch. "My hands have many powers, Dirk. Some have said,
magic." She chuckled again. It was a mischievous sound. "I could bind
you to me and make you my happy slave with only the magic of my hands,
but that would take months." She began to stroke Dirk's penis, which
purred like a lazy cat and began to swell. It had been months since
Dirk had taken a woman and his balls were heavy. He felt the need grow
at the base of his penis.

The evil Queen put the Trusts around her neck on their chain and moved
back into the darkness, returning after some clinking with a short
black bottle. She uncorked it and shoved it into Dirk's mouth. He
sputtered on the fiery liquid, spitting until he recognized brandy,
then swallowed it down. The Queen smiled and turned the bottle up to
her own red lips and drained it, then set it down with a clunk.
"Thanks," gasped Dirk. If anyone ever needed a drink . . .

"Now," Anoxia told him with a smile, "Now I am going to cast a spell
on you, Lord Dirk.  You will be my loyal slave and servant, and bear
your Trust in my name.  I can hardly wait. I've wanted you for years,
but you always lusted after that fluttery Aeriel.  Now, my turn comes
at last."

Dirk gritted his teeth, unable to stand her reference to Aeriel, the
young Princess and Lightbearer, now heir to her captive Third Kingdom,
if she was indeed still alive with the rebels.  The evil Queen walked
out of the light again. Dirk craned his neck and watched her hang her
dark cloak upon the wall. She was nude beneath it, and her buttocks
were startlingly shapely above long strong legs. Her red hair flowed
down a muscular back. She turned slowly and met his eyes, which were
fighting to meet hers above the challenge of her big ripe breasts. Her
laugh was evil, delighting in his helpless lust.

She shoved another brandy bottle to his lips, this one containing not
brandy but some sour stuff which made his mouth contract. He swallowed
some before spitting, instantly the room began to spin slowly. She
leaned over him, breasts jiggling and a smirk on her full lips. "Open
your mouth," she commanded. Dirk felt himself sliding away as his
mouth opened. She poured in another slug of sour stuff, chuckling to
herself. The dungeon room spun around and around. Dirk began to smile
dazedly.

The evil Queen fetched a basin of red gooey stuff and began to smear
it all over Dirk's naked body. The smell of crushed berries filled the
room. She squished it around his cock and balls, and pushed her
red-nailed finger between his buttocks with a glob of it. It began to
tingle and burn, then to feel warm and inviting. The Queen's hands
rubbed his thighs and belly, back and forth, back and forth,
rhythmically relaxing his muscles, which once relaxed were unable to
move again. Dirk began to make little cooing sounds and his eyes
rolled wildly. The hands moved up to his torso, matting his chest hair
with gooey red, and around his strong shoulders, then back down again
in a slowly maddening cycle. It felt intoxicating and soothing. She
was his enemy, toying with him!  He had to resist, to hold on to his
honor even though his own Trust was being used against him. His
fingers were limp and heavy, his eyelids drooping closed. He realized
that the power sapping his will came from the four gems around her
neck, glowing now in the gloom.  She was his enemy, the most glorious
being in the world, and when his honor was satisfied and he had fought
his best, he would become her slave and maybe, just maybe, she would
touch his ...

"No! No! Noooo!" Dirk moaned, realizing that he had lost already, that
his body and soul were betraying him. It was true, he couldn't fight
this anymore than he had fought the soldiers.  The green Trust began
to glow brighter, then the Queen's big green eyes were staring into
Dirk's.  They were so wise and strong. The strongest thing in the
world. She smiled as he stared worshipfully.

"Repeat after me, Dirk. I am the slave of Queen Anoxia. My thoughts
are only of serving her. I love her and will do anything she asks. My
will is hers to command." Dirk peacefully repeated everything she had
said. His cock was gigantically erect. She raised the glowing green
gem and pressed it to his forehead. It hissed and sizzled but left no
mark. Dirk cried out sharply.

"So are you bound by your words, my slave." Anoxia surveyed her new
possession. "A fine big boy you are, too. A test of your devotion;
will you die for me now?" Dirk babbled that he would. His cock jerked.
Anoxia took a twist of wire muffled in thick cloth and pinched his
nostrils shut. She began to massage his hard cock, sliding the
tingling red goo around it, then rubbing the head roughly. "Hold your
breath. Don't breathe." She beat his cock, counting slowly in her mind
to a hundred. "Breathe," she ordered. Dirk gasped, red lights flashing
in his eyes. "Hold your breath," she ordered, a wicked giggle escaping
her. Dirk's head spun.  Everything seemed far away except his cock,
huge and hot in her slippery hands. She counted again, wickedly making
it a hundred and twenty this time before she let him breathe, then
stopped him again, enforcing it with a gooey red hand across his
mouth. Dirk spun slowly in a web of pleasure, his pulse booming in
time with her voice. She didn't make it to a hundred this time; Dirk
screamed and began pumping semen. She quickly put her mouth to his
cock and sucked him dry, enjoying his cries. Power! she thought. This
is the life.

 Dirk looked around, aware that hours had passed. He was alone, bound
to the table in the dark cell, smiling. He giggled as thought of how
completely spellbound he was and how he loved it. The wonderful Queen
had gone, but when she returned, she would
- He drifted off into fantasies.

A small hand clutched his shoulder in the dark. A small voice said
timidly "Dirk. Are you all right?"

Obediently he replied, "Yes, mistress." The hand withdrew with a small
'eek.'  Dirk knew that voice, that hand. He forced the grin off his
lips and thought.  "Aeriel?" he made his mouth say.

"Dirk! What's happened to you?" Her whisper was fierce. What was
Aeriel doing here, in the dungeon. "We've broken in to find you,
there's fighting everywhere.  Has she taken your Trust?"

"I am the Queen's now," Dirk replied proudly. "My will is hers. I love
her." There was dead silence. Once he had said words like that to her.
He didn't seem to care now.

"Did, did she use the Trust against you?" Aeriel seemed nauseated. "A
spell?"

"All four Trusts," Dirk said proudly. His cock began to stir at the
memory. Memory . . .  there was something . . .

Light began to glow in the chamber, a white light tinged with gold and
purple. Aeriel bore the Minor Charge, the last of the magic sources
not in the Queen's hands. She became visible, her long stern face and
platinum hair glowing above the tiny gem in her ring. She wore her
usual filmy white gown, out of place here in a dungeon. Dirk's hair
began to stand up as the air charged with power. The straps snapped
like grass at his knees and elbows and he sat up groggily.

Aeriel's magic stopped him cold. Her eyes were like glowing gems. "You
are MINE, and all this world's. I will match my power against the evil
Queen's for you, Trustbearer. ALL my power."

Her gown fell to the ground. The golden light came from her flesh now,
glowing against the evil darkness. Her breasts were high and pink and
her legs were long. She had never undressed before a man, never had
sex. She unleashed all her power, her light brightening, and Dirk
looked at her. He couldn't look away. The power of the gems began to
lessen as he tried to reach for her. Her ring glowed purple and gold
as she began to kiss him passionately. Dirk thought of the voluptuous
queen as she thrust her tongue into his mouth.  Aeriel was long and
slim and her breasts were tiny, but she was in her own way a
fascinating woman. Dirk began to respond, his tongue twining against
hers. His hands began to itch to touch her glowing breasts; as if
reading his mind she popped one into his mouth. The nipple erected
under his tongue as he flicked it. The queen won't like this, his new
loyalties prompted him.  What queen, his mind answered. Aeriel placed
a hand on his cock, then wiped red goo away disgustedly.

"Antidote," she muttered. "Extract of Vampire plant, nasty stuff. She
must keep strige- bane jelly nearby, especially if she touched you . .
.here." She brought a bowl of golden ooze to the table and began to
plaster it all over Dirk's naked body. Her luminous fingers lingered
over his cock and balls, then slowly rubbed his buttocks and pushed
golden goo into his anus. It tingled cleanly and a clean, sour smell
filled the air. She tilted the bowl to his lips. He drank it, gagging
on the thick  sourness. It burned in his mind, surrounding Aeriel with
a golden fog in his eyes.  She began to rub his cock slowly, tenderly.
His balls throbbed and his eyes began to roll back in his head; he
fell weakly back upon the table and began to moan. Aeriel kissed him
again and again, then amazingly took his cock in her mouth. She made a
startled noise, pulling back to say, "Oh Dirk," in a melting little
voice. She licked and nibbled, head bobbing. Dirk wanted more than
anything to grab her glowing blonde head and ram his cock into her,
but he was limp and floating, entirely under her spell. He moaned
wordlessly and bucked his hips a little. She began slowly sucking the
length of his cock, licking his head as she pulled it out, then
letting it slide back down her throat. She stopped suddenly; Dirk
moaned. She waited, then climbed on top of him and lowered her blonde
cunt upon his face, buttocks like golden moons. Dirk was eager and
began to lick her tiny clit with short, flicking strokes. She made a
startled sound. "I had no idea," she panted, bending over to take him
in her mouth. Soon they were both moaning and humming.

Aeriel raised her bush from his lips and turned about on the table.
She began to work his swollen slippery cock into her virgin cunt. Dirk
stared at the splendid blonde beauty working above him, red and gold
goo dripping from her lips and spattering her breasts. His cock slid
into a tight, hot, secret place which gave irresistible pleasure. She
stared at his face, lips quivering.

Dirk was beyond ecstasy. "Oh Aeriel, I love you, oh you wonderful
woman. Thank you, thank you!" Her face blossomed into a smile which
touched his heart. She began to bounce up and down on his cock, riding
him into a huge orgasm. She began to come as he filled her with hot
semen, her face filling with an almost-terror as she lost her control
and sobbed with pleasure.  Her ring exulted with a flash of golden
energy. Dirk suddenly felt nothing but amused contempt for the evil
Queen. He realized that he was free of the Queen's spells, free of
Aeriel's restraints, free of all spells and suggestions entirely -

-and that he was lying naked on his own kltchen table, covered with
red and yellow slime and that his name wasn't Dirk at all. Maryanne
was straddling him, slime all over her long intelligent face and plump
boobs, moaning as she continued to pump up and down on his deflating
cock. He stared around at the pale walls of his kitchen, formerly the
torture chamber of the evil Queen Anoxia. The red light on the
coffeemaker seemed to wink at him.

"Maryanne, you evil bitch," he said admiringly. "What an imagination
you have. Or was it mine? I've got to be more careful about what I let
you hypnotize me into doing."

Maryanne fell forward on his hairy chest, panting. "What a big cock
you have, Lord Dirk.  You need have no fear of your own enchantress,
milord. Remember, it's all about Trust. You gave me yours when you
went under hypnosis again. Now tell me, did you come as good as I
think you did?" Her dark hair was getting golden slime all over it as
she licked his nipples.

"Ugh, quit that," Jimmy said, grabbing her head. "Say, am I really
covered with Vampire Root or something? What is this crap? And yes, I
came like a madman, which I guess I was at the time. Both times."

"It's half-congealed gelatin dessert. See, raspberry for mental
domination and lemon for sex magic, says so on the box. And there's
always room for more." She licked her finger with a wicked gleam in
her blue eyes. Jimmy was looking around wildly. Maryanne tried not to
giggle yet. He was so . . .cute. Especially hypnotized and erect.

"You were, er, both girls? I mean the Queen was tall and dark, and
you, and Aeriel? Do you mean that was all in my mind? " Jimmy looked
so worried that Maryanne lost her composure and began to giggle.

"You better hope so," she snickered. "I could have had ALL my friends
in here for all you know. " She patted his arm. "I'm joking, Jim. I
wouldn't do that, at least not without asking." He glared at her, then
grinned. "I told you in trance what to see and not see before we did
it tonight, so it really took two trances to set this up right. It was
great! I feel like . . . an evil Queen. Heh heh."

"I feel silly," he confessed. "Did I look stupid?"

"You looked noble and helpless, then horny as hell, even sticky and
gooey, but never stupid." Maryanne told him smugly. "I loved every
minute of it. C'mon, let's shower this off before it begins to set."

He put his arm around her sticky waist and they headed for the
bathroom. Maryanne tried not to snicker. Wait until the post-hypnotic
suggestion she had planted in his mind about the shower began to take
hold! The evil Queen giggled as she led her victim to his next doom.

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