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Champion of the Kingdom

The Revelation

by Clare de Luna

Chapter 11

Asiara’s eyes were suddenly free to move, and they fluttered open to a sight that was utterly breathtaking. She was kneeling before the throne, her fingers laced together behind her head, and her knees spread wide apart. The Queen still sat upon her throne, and was now looking down at Asiara – a look that seemed a mixture of admiration and condescension on her face.

But the light in the chamber had changed. Gone was the midday brightness that had nearly blinded her when it struck the diamond throne. Instead, the warm red hues of evening now filled the throne room, sending rays of honeyed light throughout the space that sought to pull Asiara’s gaze in a million different directions. Adding to this effect were the countless candles that now added to the light of the chamber. One burned in every window, as far up as the eye could see, and hundreds were spread out throughout the chamber, including several on stands surrounding the Queen’s throne.

But no matter how tempting it was to follow these beams of refracted amber and ruby light, Asiara’s gaze remained locked on the eyes of the Queen, who sat resplendent on her throne. The evening’s colors mingled with her auburn hair to create a devastating effect of beauty and luxury, and her eyes were alight with a green fire that seemed to complete the autumnal color pallet that filled Asiara’s vision. The arousal that Asiara had felt earlier, as she submitted to her Queen’s pendant, still raged within her, but now there was also an element of desire for this stunning beauty before her – the Queen was more strikingly beautiful than any woman Asiara had ever seen, and her haughty look only ignited Asiara’s already enflamed desires to still greater heights.

As desperately as her body yearned for this woman, however, Asiara struggled to remind herself of her initial purpose in coming here. As memories of the pendant slowly seeped back into her conscious mind, she realized that this woman had, once again, gotten the better of her. No matter how beautiful she might be, Asiara immediately began thinking of revenge – she couldn’t let anyone best her – she was the most powerful woman in the Kingdom!

But as she attempted to spur her body into motion, it refused to respond. She tried to move her arms, but they remained locked behind her head, helpless – the position causing her to thrust her breasts forward, showing the Queen just how stiff and aroused her nipples were. She tried to rise, or even to close her open legs, but her thighs would not move either, but instead remained in their position, exposing Asiara’s most private parts to the Queen’s commanding gaze. Frustrated, Asiara was prepared to at least defy her Queen verbally, but her lips refused to move as well. All she could do was to stare helplessly at her conqueror, completely paralyzed; completely unable to act.

What was so maddening about her predicament, though, was her inability to struggle. It wasn’t as if some magical force held her in place. If that were the case, she could fight against it, straining her muscles, pushing against the magical barriers. If she had been affected by some paralyzing poison, she could try to focus; to push her will into her limbs to try to spur them to action. But in her current situation, she simply had no control. Her muscles remained relaxed and docile, her back muscles kept her body erect, as did the necessary muscles in her arms and legs. But otherwise, they refused to act. Anyone looking upon her would see a submissive, passive, and utterly dominated woman exposing herself to her Queen. Asiara could do nothing to show any signs of resistance, no matter how much her mind wanted to reject the Queen’s power.

Her thoughts of frustration, however, melted the moment she heard the Queen speak.

“I must admit that even with the filth of your travels on you, you’re still a rather stunning woman.”

Asiara was suddenly aware of the feel of her skin – of the grit that had collected as she raced through the rain on her horse. Though her skin had dried, her hair was still slightly damp, and she knew that it must look quite disheveled at this point. Still, she knew that her disheveled look had disarmed many a past lover, and felt pride to know that it was having a similar effect on the Queen. Thoughts questioning why it was so important to her to impress the Queen with her beauty dissipated when the Queen resumed speaking.

“It is a shame that I have to send you away for you to be of greatest use to me. I do so enjoy what you’re capable of in a more… domestic setting.”

What? The Queen was speaking as though the two of them had engaged in some nocturnal activities before, but Asiara was sure she would remember that. Sure, there had been the episode on the altar when the Queen had enabled Dathaka to inhabit Asiara’s body, but she didn’t seem to be referring to that now. Once again, Asiara didn’t have long to think on these matters, as the Queen’s words suddenly drew all of her attention.

“Still, it is most important that I prepare you for the tasks ahead. You’ve been a very bad girl, haven’t you?”

Asiara knew that the Queen was expecting an answer, but her lips continued to reject her own attempts to control them. After a few moments, the Queen laughed.

“I seem to have forgotten just how deep you went – and just how obedient you’ve become. I should have known that you would obey my commands to the absolute letter.”

Asiara didn’t know exactly what any of this meant, but the word “obedient” had sent a shiver up her spine as her sex seemed to throb within its already deep state of arousal.

Then, the Queen leaned forward and placed her index finger on Asiara’s forehead. The paralyzed warrior woman could suddenly see nothing, as her eyes rolled up in her head. It was as though something happened to her – some chamber in her mind opened, and the Queen’s words suddenly reverberated within her, becoming her truth.

“Your inability to move will not include your mouth and tongue. You will be free to speak.”

The finger was removed, and Asiara’s eyes once again fell upon the Queen’s eyes, remaining fixed there. The Queen continued.

“So tell me, Asiara, what did you have planned, exactly, when you entered my throne room?”

Asiara felt her anger flare up briefly as she began to respond, as memories of her thwarted plans raced through her thoughts. “I planned to claim the throne for myself. I am the greatest warrior in the land.”

“That you are. But being the greatest warrior does not make you the most powerful woman in the Realm, as your current predicament proves. I must admit, though, that your ability to rebel speaks to the strength of your will. I was sure to control you very deeply the last time you were here.”

“The last time I was here?” Asiara’s head was swimming as she tried to remember the last time she had been in the chamber. She knew that she had been here before – the Queen had been her ruler for… quite some time. But it was all so difficult to recall.

“Tell me, Asiara, how long have you served as the Captain of my armies?”

“For…” Asiara continued to wrack her brains, but couldn’t remember exactly when she had stepped into that role. “I don’t know… I know that I’ve served you all of my life… but I can’t remember…”

Again, the Queen’s enchanting laughter filled the hall.

“Earlier today, when you made your way through my palace, did anything seem familiar to you?”

Deeply confused, Asiara thought back to those moments. She recalled the strange visions that had plagued her from the moment she had entered the city. “I…” she struggled to answer, not sure what to make of those visions.

“When Partheon died, how did you feel, Asiara?”

“How did you know that he died?”

“Did you not notice how far the sun has gone down? While you were entranced, I asked you many questions, and learned a great many things. So, tell me, how did you feel when he died?”

“I was sorry that he died. He didn’t deserve to go in that way, and I wish I hadn’t been the one to strike him down.” Asiara felt a strange feeling of foreboding spread through her as she spoke so freely with the Queen. She didn’t want to be so open, so vulnerable, but something about this woman drew it out of her. Besides, she was desperate to explain the many strange things that had been happening to her lately, and the Queen seemed to be willing to reveal a great deal.

“But were you upset. Truly upset?” the Queen asked.

“No.” Asiara remembered her odd indifference to the death of her second in command. “I felt like…” Again, words failed her.

“Let me help,” the Queen said haughtily. “You felt as you would upon seeing someone die after serving with that person for about a month.”

“Yes! That’s it, exactly. But I had served with Partheon for as long as I had commanded your armies.”

“And how long is that?”

Once again, Asiara’s mind refused to fill in that detail. The Queen answered for her.

“About a month, Asiara. You have only been in my service for about a month.”

“But… how?” Asiara struggled to wrap her mind around any of this. Her life had been devoted to serving her Queen, had it not?

“Those visions you saw, the ones that flooded your mind as you entered my palace today, those were events that occurred roughly a month ago. You were sent here on a mission. A mission from your Queen – your first Queen: Endaria, Ruler of the East. Ever the cunning and deadly warrior, you won several victories over my forces, but you were savvy enough to realize that a frontal assault on my palace would fail. So, you led a small strike team inside the city, before launching a surprise attack on the palace.”

This seemed to bring a whole host of memories back into Asiara’s mind: rising through the ranks of the Eastern armies, earning the position of Commander, marching through the Western lands, entering the city. All of these memories cascaded on Asiara’s confused mind. Those visions she had experienced earlier – she had lived them! She had led a small force on a concentrated attack on the palace. She had fought through the palace guards. She had battled the guards outside of the Queen’s throne room – a furious battle, requiring all of her skill to win. In the end, all of her team had been killed. She alone had confronted the Queen. And then…

“And then, my darling, you discovered that your own mind, your own desire, is your greatest weakness. The pendant captured your gaze, just as it did earlier today, and you submitted to me.”

“No…” Asiara felt tears trickle down her cheeks as all of these memories came back to her – not only of her failure a month ago, but of her life before that campaign. She had had a home, friends, and several lovers. She had had a whole life that, for the past month, she had had no memory of whatsoever.

“You can relax, my dear,” the Queen said, leaning forward again to wipe away the tears. “I will make you forget again. I will fill you with pleasure, and give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

“I don’t… I can resist… I am strong…” Asiara once again tried to spur her body to action, but found that her muscles still refused to respond.

“Yes, my dear, you are strong. Remarkably so. And that is the paradox that makes you so valuable to me. When Dathaka took control of your body, it was a testament to your willpower that you were able to still inhabit a corner of your mind – a goddess that fearsome would have driven a weaker woman out of her body completely, but you held on, waiting for the chance to reclaim yourself. And the water nymph – most of her victims she claimed in a single night, killing the men and drawing the women into her own spirit. But it took three nights for her charms to wear you down to the point that she felt she could claim your soul. And the mask – it has bent the will of every person who has used it, but rather than succumbing to it, you bent it to your will – forced it to become a part of you rather than allowing it to make you an extension of its desires. No, Asiara, you are strong indeed.”

Asiara felt herself swell with pride upon hearing these words – and with determination. If she could resist all of those other forces, she could eventually resist the Queen. She had, after all, already done it once – breaking free of the Queen’s influence and deciding to revolt.

“I am strong enough to overcome your power,” she said, defiantly. “Maybe not right now, but eventually, you’ll slip; let your guard down.”

The Queen gave her another look of condescending admiration.

“Let me ask you something. If you are so strong, why did you not claim the Eastern throne? Why did you obey Endaria?”

“Because, she was the Queen. It was her right to rule.”

“As it is mine, and yet you’ve challenged me twice.”

“But she was… she was… my… my Queen.”

“And you liked obeying her, did you not?”

“Y-yes…” Asiara choked out the word.

The tears were flowing once again, but not out of a sense of loss as they were earlier. Now, Asiara was feeling overwhelmed by something she had gained – a new insight into herself that she had refused to acknowledge for so long. It was as if several barriers had given way in her mind, and a terrifying freedom was taking hold of her.

And as each barrier vanished, it was as though new pathways of pleasure were opened up to her. Through her tears, she could hear her breath becoming heavier as the full implications of what the Queen was saying not only affected her mind, but her sex as well. She could feel the wetness coating her sensitive folds, and her nipples were jutting out even more wantonly than before.

“It was easy to claim you a month ago, just as it was easy to pacify you again today. You are so powerful. Even before this last campaign, your skills in battle, and your ability to seduce anyone that you came in contact with imbued you with such a feeling of invincibility. But I sensed something else in you – a deep anxiety, and overwhelming fear. Isn’t that right, my dear?”

“Yes.” Asiara knew it was true.

“And what are you afraid of?”

“Myself. My own power. Sometimes, I feel so out of control, so reckless.”

“Yes, and so, even as you revel in your strength – your prowess on the field and between the sheets, your ability to control and command other people – you crave obedience. You crave submission. You crave servitude. You love to command, as long as you ultimately report to someone more powerful than you.”

For one last moment, Asiara’s mind resisted these ideas. For one last moment, she tried to hold onto the sense of invincibility that had led her to confront the Queen. But under the cool, withering stare of those enchanting green eyes, the last barrier in Asiara’s mind finally gave way.

“Yes…”

The Queen caressed Asiara’s tear stained cheeks as she spoke softly to the broken, submissive woman. “I will give you that sense of submission. I will be the one to control you. The pendant has no magical properties, it simply allows your mind, the deepest, most private parts of your mind, to be unlocked. And now that they have been unlocked, you will obey me, will you not?”

“Through a sigh that was as filled with arousal as it was resignation, Asiara whispered, “Yes, my Queen. Please, dominate me. My power is but a sword for you to wield.”

“Very well.” Upon hearing the Queen utter these words, Asiara’s mouth spread into a wide smile of pure joy and her sex continued to pulse with need. But this was a need that radiated from more than just her wet sex and engorged nipples. It was something that dwelled deep within her. Her entire body shook with a rapture that she had never felt before. Her desire to reach sexual climax was now joined by an equally compelling desire to abase herself before her Queen, to submit completely to her desires, to be her servant – to be her slave.

But Asiara’s rapture was suddenly interrupted as the Queen sat back in her throne, and her face took on a stern, reproachful look.

“As charming as I might find your current willingness to submit, that doesn’t change the fact that you have been a very bad girl, does it?”

“No, my Queen.” Tears filled Asiara’s eyes once again, but now they were due to her awareness that the Queen was angry with her.

“Such disobedient actions cannot go unpunished, can they?”

“No, my Queen. Please punish me.”

With a loud snap of the Queen’s fingers, Asiara suddenly felt control of her body come back to her. But her desire to rise up against her Queen was now a distant memory. Able to make her limbs move of her own accord, the first action that Asiara took was to crawl towards her Queen. Then, she bowed deeply and began licking and kissing the Queen’s feet as she begged, “Please, my Queen, please punish me. Please, I’ve been bad, I need your punishment to purify me.”

The Queen allowed Asiara to worship her feet and beg in this manner for quite some time. Asiara could feel the wetness between her legs growing with each word, with each lick, with each kiss. But even more importantly, she could feel the deep, fulfilling pleasure radiating from within her as she abased herself before this powerful woman, this dominant, commanding ruler.

Finally, the Queen had had enough.

“Stop! It is time for your punishment to begin. Lay across my lap.”

Asiara immediately complied, laying her body across the Queen’s lap so that her butt was thrust into the air. She remained in this position as the Queen began to gently caress the fleshy cheeks, occasionally drawing agonizingly close to Asiara’s enflamed sex. Trapped in this humiliating position, all Asiara could do was wait for the inevitable punishment to begin.

At last, the Queen obliged.

Smack! Asiara felt the Queen’s hand come down firmly on her bottom, causing her to gasp in pain; in humiliation; in arousal. Smack! Another blow, this one on the other cheek, sent her further into a blissful spiral of submission. Smack! Smack! Smack! Again and again, the blows rained down on her bottom, driving her wild with a sense of complete helplessness. She reveled in the sensations and knew, at that moment, that the Queen didn’t need the pendant to control her. The Queen was more than her ruler – she was her mistress. Asiara would obey any command the Queen gave her. Smack! Smack! Smack! Each strike reverberated through Asiara’s body. Her breasts swayed beneath her with each impact, and she could feel the skin of her buttocks slowly growing warmer.

What would her troops think if they could see her like this: laying across the Queen’s lap, being spanked as though she were a naughty child? She was a great military commander – a fearsome warrior. But now, she had been reduced to this. And she reveled in every moment of it – in every smack of the Queen’s hand on her increasingly sensitive bottom.

Finally, the Queen stopped and, with a gentle shove, pushed Asiara back to the floor. Before Asiara could pick herself off the floor and resume her kneeling position, the Queen reached for her, grasping her underneath her jaw and forcefully pulling her towards the throne. Asiara could feel her back pressed against the throne, and pressure from the Queen’s hand tipped Asiara’s head back, so that it was resting in the Queen’s lap.

Breathing deeply as her arousal continued to flood her senses, Asiara could see the Queen reach for something next to the throne. Then, the object entered her field of vision. A red candle! The Queen lowered the cylinder of wax until its flame was hovering over Asiara’s heaving breasts, and then, with a small motion of her wrist, she tipped it to the side.

The line of wax that dripped across Asiara’s sensitive breasts caused her to cry out in surprise, and as more fell upon her, the fiery sensation elicited a deep moan that was equally expressive of suffering and longing. Hot rivulets burned and teased her skin, drawing her nerves to the very surface. She found herself thrusting her breasts forward, yearning for the next drop, the next burst of pain that would seal her submission to her Mistress. The Queen continued to let the wax drain out, until all of the melted substance had been drizzled over her sensitive skin – covering her soft breasts, coating her hard, sensitive nipples.

The Queen replaced the candle on its stand, and Asiara saw her reach for another one – this one black. Once again, she held it above Asiara’s outthrust chest, then tipped it over, allowing the hot wax to splash against her skin. She felt the wax strike her flesh, sending fiery sensations washing over her, sliding over her breasts and running down her flat stomach. Some even made its way over the insides of her thighs before hardening.

All the while, the Queen held Asiara’s head back, looking down at her, holding her gaze – trapping Asiara’s dark, smoldering eyes with her own sparkling green ones. Asiara could only surrender. The feeling of the wax hardening on her skin as her Queen held her in such a submissive and vulnerable posture filled her with such erotic need, such desperate sexual agony, that she yielded herself to the powerful woman that held her. Her Queen held her. Her Queen controlled her. Her Queen owned her.

When the Queen finally released Asiara from her grip, the warrior woman looked down to see her chest covered in the now hard wax. A mosaic of red and black droplets of wax colored her pale skin, covering her breasts like a kind of waxen armor. Long strands of the substance ran over her stomach and over her thighs – visual reminders of the hot sensation that still burned across her skin; visual reminders of her punishment; visual reminders of her submission. Asiara found the sight to be intensely, deeply arousing, and she moaned with the sensations of yearning that now filled every part of her body and mind.

Asiara marveled at this vision for a moment, then raised her head. When she did so, she let out a gasp, followed by a subdued, resigned sigh – for there, directly in her line of vision, hung the pendant. Immediately, her eyes locked on to it, as it twirled one way… then the other… then one way… then the other…

“Yes, Asiara,” she heard the Queen say, “focus on the pendant again. Let it take you down, down, deeper, and deeper… and this time, my pet, you will find your true self in your descent… you will find your deepest thoughts… your most powerful desires…”

It was true. As Asiara felt herself falling, her arousal seem to permeate every part of her; threatening to burst from her in a violent torrent of release. It was as though she were sinking into a pool of her lust, and her body was but a permeable barrier – the lust and passion and need saturated her entire being, but also engulfed her. And it surrounded her more totally, more completely, every time the pendant twirled one way… then the other… then one way… then the other…

“Deeper, and deeper, my slave… watch the pendant… feel it take you… give yourself too it… give yourself to me… my slave… my slave… sleep my slave… sleeeeeeeeep…”

With a single long moan, that erupted from somewhere deep inside of her, Asiara let go, closed her eyes, and fell into oblivion…

(To be continued…)