His words trailed away and his eyes closed heavily, the glassy-eyed look having taken over completely.
“Dorian!” Vincent nearly shouted the name.
Groggily, Dorian opened his eyes, mumbling a response.
“What was the woman’s name?” Shan Lin asked gently.
“Woman? What woman?” Dorian asked, his voice a thread of sound.
“The woman who helped you escape?” Vincent asked.
“Candice,” Dorian whispered before finally losing consciousness.
* * * * *
“Looks like we need to take a trip, brother mine,” Vincent murmured as Shan Lin finished sewing up the fifth slash wound on his cousin’s upper thighs.
“Agreed. If what he says is true…” Shan Lin said.
“Yes. If what he says
is
true, the
freching
bitch has finally slipped the bonds of reality and entered the realm of
Try Nee Sinj
.”
“I would believe
Try Nee Sinj
if she had actually loved her husbands, but we saw her throughout her marriage and beyond. Now, over twenty years after her husbands’ deaths, she is just finally entering into a state of mourning over the loss of them?”
Shan Lin shook his head.
“I can’t believe it. I would more readily believe she is only reacting to the reality of losing the throne.”
Vincent agreed.
“Either way, we must find our Princes and warn them.”
Vincent sighed heavily.
“Yes, we must.”
* * * * *
It had taken quite a bit of talking to convince Queen Sara their time spent in the shack had been for naught, but finally their aunt had listened. An almost unheard of event when the news the messengers imparted was not to the Queen’s liking.
Their orders for the mission they just returned from had been to observe the inhabitants of a little village called Driknan located on the outskirts of the
Aranakian
Mountains
and report back any incidents of treason against the Queen. While the brothers had indeed encountered a few of the Horrdian soldiers who managed to slip over the Aranakian border, they could honestly tell their ruler no Aranakians were committing treason.
Before Driknan, they had been sent to a remote camp on the outskirts of Aranak to settle some minor dispute happening on one of the Queen’s holdings, only to find the villagers surrounding the camp in an uproar over the Queen’s actions. Their grievances were valid. The Queen had been gathering their lands illegally over a long period of time and forcing out those villagers who wouldn’t comply with her edicts to hand over their land.
Shan Lin and Vincent were left little choice but to follow the Queen’s orders and imprison the rowdy few who had incited the violence. That taken care of, the villagers dispersed, angry still, but finding they had little choice.
After reporting to the Queen things were quiet in Driknan, Shan Lin and Vincent had asked if they could be allowed a bit of personal time. Queen Sara had actually given in and allowed them both to do as they pleased for a bit. Her exact words had been crude and left the men sickened.
“Why don’t you take your leisure time here? Go and find your cousin Theresa, I’ll lend you the housekeeper, and you can show both of them a good time while I watch. It’ll be a study of youth versus experience I’ll enjoy, and you’ll get laid.”
She had roared incessantly after her suggestion, and the idea had so appalled both men, they quickly took their leave.
Knowing the term “a bit” could mean anywhere from an hour to a month, both men hurriedly made preparations for their journey to the Realm of Earth.
“We haven’t any choice, Shan Lin. We’ve got to tell Mitch and Kristain what was done to Dorian and pray Theresa never finds out.”
Shan Lin nodded his head. He knew Theresa, their cousin who also stood by their sides in the Queen’s Guard as a high-ranking Captain, would use her considerable skills to see Queen Sara dead for what she had done to Dorian.
“I can’t believe the boy thought he’d move up in the court if he slept with that vindictive bitch! What the hell did he think she was going to do, give him a title and send him on his merry way?” Vincent raged as he sent his fist swinging into a nearby tree trunk.
“You know what it’s like to come into money and be recognized by the Queen. The only way we escaped notice was because it suited her to send us as far from her as she could get us. We earned our cynicism the hard way.” Shan Lin spoke as he waited before the portal opening.
“Besides, the information Dorian had to impart was priceless. It’s true, it isn’t quite the way I’d have gone about finding out what was going on in the Queen’s mind, but you have to admit it’s helped us put the final pieces together.”
Vincent’s grunting answer made Shan Lin smile.
“We’re going to take down the Queen and we have to do it before she destroys our home. We have to find the Princes and this is the only way it can be done secretly. Our cover story of going to find a bride is perfect. So much the better if we actually bring a woman home with us.”
“Find a bride. Mustn’t forget to find a bride I don’t want,” Vincent snorted. “Look, I know we’re going to have to follow our Princes and tell them their mother is the scourge of our realm, but I don’t have to like it. I still think we could find a
Tractow
sorceress to impart the message to Mitch and Kristain.” Vincent grumbled as the brothers prepared to open the portal to Earth. “You know I hate it when this damn thing lands us so far from our intended destination! The last time it took us
four
days to cross a damn mountain only to find out later we could have gone
through it
in hours instead!”
Shan Lin laid a consoling hand on his brother’s shoulder. “It’s all in the way you look at it, brother mine. The last time we were dropped in the middle of an unfamiliar area, we spent the night catering to one of the horniest women I have ever had the pleasure to meet in my life! The walk through the desert was worth damn near every scratch and bite she left on my body.” With a smile of reminiscence, Shan Lin gave his brother a friendly pat on the back before stepping toward the ever-widening misty portal. “Besides, we need to find out if it’s true.”
“If what’s true?” Vincent asked.
“Queen Sara’s throne will soon be usurped and the new Queen is truly willing to relocate to Aranak.”
With a malicious grin riding his mouth, Vincent walked into the chasm, a gleeful note in his voice, “One can only hope and pray it’s true, brother. Hope and pray.”
* * * * *
“What the
hell
is wrong with you Candice?!? Did I not make myself clear?” Pacing back and forth in front of the sobbing woman hanging against the wall, Sara took great pleasure in swinging her favorite toy. Every time the toy, a round, blunt-studded “ball” hanging from a steel rod, skimmed the terrified woman’s exposed backside, a cry of terror escaped.
It pleased Sara immensely to both hear and see the woman’s terror. But to feel her terror… Ah, that was simply exquisite. Sara wondered just how much the woman could take before death overcame her.
“Not to worry, I’ll soon find out.” The whispered words were spoken into the ear of the terrified subject. The shiver Sara felt go through the female caused her own body to perk up in preparation for the sexual play, which would indeed follow soon.
“Now, if I remember correctly, my little Flower, I gave you an order. I seem to recall myself saying something along the lines of…what was it?” Sara remembered all too well what she had demanded of her “Flower”, and the penalty the woman’s petals were going to pay would indeed be an enjoyable game!
Pretending to think for a moment, Sara reached out with the steel end of the rod and ran it between the woman’s legs. Enjoying the shrieking woman’s pain and the sight of the wriggling body before her, Sara smiled, pretending her memory had found the exact words to the woman.
“Ah yes! It’s coming back to me now. What I said was: ‘Lovely is to die in the morning. Insure he is sent to the Queen’s Guard immediately after I have finished with him’.”
Even if it wasn’t what she had said, it was what Sara had meant and her subjects should know better.
Casually raising the rod upward, Sara began to rub it back and forth gently along the inner thigh of her prisoner.
“It really is a shame you don’t know how to follow orders.”
Sara sighed heavily but all too quickly brightened.
“I am ready to pronounce your punishment now.”
Sara removed the rod and heard the gratifying sound of a moan. Pleased, she turned the rod around in her hands and spoke in the tone of voice she used for making proclamations.
“Let it be said I am a generous Queen. Your sentence shall be given with this instrument only, and when I am satisfied you are repentant, you will be freed.”
Extending the rod once more toward the woman, Sara ran it from the woman’s belly to the woman’s groin and back again. Even as she hoped the torture would last for days, she thought to herself,
This woman won’t last more than two hours.
Smiling, the punishment began.
* * * * *
I’m going to die
, Candice thought as Queen Sara began her torture once again. Dorian had been right. It was going to cost her everything she had. Gritting her teeth to stifle a scream as the hot rod came within inches of her skin, Candice tried to settle on the image of just why she was going to die. Dorian’s life had better be worth her death. If someone didn’t stop the Queen, all this would be for nothing.
* * * * *
Sara squirmed sensually on the bed as the four men left her chambers. The quick romp had left the bed wrecked, but her temporarily sated. Her anger at Candice’s failure to carry out orders Sara had given inflamed her.
“As if the bitch didn’t know exactly what her defiance would cost her. As if defying me wouldn’t matter in the slightest. Why she practically asked for the punishment she received. After all, I am Queen here.”
Lovely thoughts floated through her head of the time she’d spent on the throne of the Queendom of Aranak, and she smiled wickedly. Everything had fallen into place when her sons’ fathers, Dain and Larik, had died before the twins were born. She had been widowed, and glad of it.
Being Queen had given her the status she had craved all her life, and the power to do as she pleased. Which was a good thing, as pleasing herself was all she cared about.
Wallowing in memories of the men and women she’d gone through made her cunt ache and caused her mood to swing once again. All those lovely bodies she’d had at her disposal. The peasants, royalty… The royals were by far the best of them. Not for any reason most people would assume, though. It had nothing to do with men and women of royal birth being trained better in the arts of sexual pleasure, no. It was that royal born members of Azaya nearly always thought they were above such things as sex. Their screams of denial at the things Sara did to them gave her more pleasure because the same upstarts never thought she would actually hurt them. Sara smiled wickedly. Oh yes. The snobs nearly always ended up coming back begging for more. Thinking of the last man she had put under the heating rod and Sara’s hands began to caress her own body at the memory.
“Yes…” Her fingers made a foray into her pussy and she quickly decided to call back the four men who had just departed, reminding herself of how good it was to be Queen, until a stray thought leaked into her mind.
But you are not the Queen of Aranak. That upstart, Stephanie, is now Queen.
Sara’s eyes flew open as a scream of rage flew from her mouth, her fingers drawing her own blood as she let go of herself roughly.
Sara threw herself out of bed and, with a strength few knew she possessed, proceeded to demolish her royal chambers. An antique chair, older than her dead grandmother, went flying ten feet across the room and smashed into the couch farther into the room. Art flew off the wall as the Queen randomly proceeded to demolish whatever was within arm’s reach.
“The upstart whore! The
frechie
slut! Who does she think she is?!? Just because my sons’ wife is to hold the throne of Aranak doesn’t mean I am going to give up my place. It will be a cold day in the seven rings of Hellios before she gets any of my power!”
The screeching went on for what must have been hours.
By the time Sara had worn herself out, she was tired, but still horny. The only thoughts running through her mind were for herself as Sara got up from the chair she’d collapsed into and ran to the chamber door. Yanking it open and slamming it against the wall so it near bounced back into her, she began to yell.
“I want seven men, I don’t care who they are. I want them here now! Their cocks had better be at the ready and able to serve me for hours. And then I want that
freching
slut, Candice, brought to the black chamber and stripped. Hang her in chains and have her raped. By no less than three people. Man, woman, I don’t care. Get it done!!!”
The three guards standing outside her door snapped to attention.
Sara went back into her chamber and slammed the door shut behind her. Her breathing coming in heaving pants and her eyes nearly glowing with rage, she made a scan of the ruined chamber.
Growling once again in frustration, she went back to the door and yanked it open once again.