Friends in High Places
Elena Titova had to tell herself to slow down as hurried to the door. Sure she knew who it was. It just had to be him but she had to slow down.
The young maid pulled the door open and her heart leapt. She was right. He was here.
“I’ve come to see the Tsarina,” the man on the doorstep said.
“Yes, of course,” Elena said. “If you would please step inside. I’ll tell her that you are here.”
“I don’t think you understand,” the man said. “I came to see the Tsarina. I did not come here to wait.”
Elena felt her heart drop. She’d done something wrong. She felt so ashamed. “I-I’m sorry,” she stammered. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“And yet here you still are, keeping me waiting.”
“I’m so sorry,” the girl said again. “Won’t you come in. I will take you to her at once.”
“That is better,” the man congratualated her. “And now if you please, lead the way.”
The man wore the garb of a priest but his clothes were old and shabby and quite unkempt. He had a long face with a long straggly beard but his beard wasn’t the wildest feature on his face. That honor belonged to his eyes. One look in those eyes and one had the feeling that this man could be overwhelmingly charismatic or overwhelmingly terrifying and sometimes he could be both at the same time.
Grigory Rasputin hardly needed the young maid to lead the way. He’d been to the palace often enough on his own that he surely could have made his way without any assistance but that was not the way things were done so the wild-eyed monk let the young maid lead the way.
Elena knocked briefly on her mistress’s door.
“Come,” came the order from inside.
Elena opened the door and bowed in front of her mistress. “Father Grigory has arrived,” she said.
The monk strode into the room as was his wont. He addressed the queen in her bed. “You sent for me, Your Highness?”
The queen nodded. “It is my son. He is unwell again. He needs your attention.”
“I will see what I can do,” the man said.
The maid and the man withdrew from the Tsarina’s quarters leaving Alexandra to her own devices and the young maid bore the led the monk to the young man’s quarters.
Alexei Nikolaevich Romanov had never been a well man. The Tsarevich was still only fourteen years old but he looked older than he was and he looked tired. “Master Alexei,” the older man addressed him. “Your mother tells me you are unwell.”
The boy straightened his shoulders just a bit. “I’m fine,” he said.
“Nonsense. I can see it in the way you carry yourself. You are not well. You are a very brave young man one one day, you will be a great Tsar, but for now, you need my help.”
The boy’s shoulders slumped almost as quickly as he had puffed himself up. “Do you think you can help, Father Grigory?”
“I know I can.”
The palace maid withdrew. This wasn’t the first time she’d seen this and she was sure this wouldn’t be the last time either.
It was some time later when Elena brought the monk back before the Tsarina. “Were you able to help him?” Alexandra asked worriedly.
“It took some time,” the man said, “but I think I was successful.”
The Tsarina let out a long sigh. “Oh good,” she said. “I was so worried about him but you always do so well with him. Really, I don’t know what we’d do without you, Father Grigory.”
The monk nodded. “The Tsarina is too kind. I am merely a simple man who does what he can, but your Highness, if I may, may I ask you a question?”
The Tsarina nodded.
“I have to wonder just how much of a toll this is taking on you. You are his mother and yet you have had to be so strong.”
“I’m strong because I have to be.”
“And yet you must find it so tiring. If only you could find a way to relax.”
“It is tiring,” the Tsarina said in a voice that was rapidly losing its vitality.
It was a line that Father Grigory had played so many times before and now he was playing it again. “You must feel so tired.”
“Yes,” the Tsarina agreed. “So tired.”
“But it’s pleasant at least to listen to my voice as my voice takes you down, down, down.”
“Yes.”
“You need to relax. You need to be separated from the weight of the world, the weight that even now hangs hard upon your shoulders.”
“Yes.”
“And your husband. He is not even here to be comforted in this time of stress and yet you do need to be free of the weight, don’t you?”
“I want to be free of the weight.”
“And now you are. You are no longer the Tsarina Alexandra. You are now instead a simple peasant girl named Olga and Olga doesn’t have a care in the world.”
“Yes.” The woman’s voice sounded different in just that single word. Gone was the regal bearing with which the queen had carried herself before and in its place ...
“You are something of a flirt, aren’t you, Olga?”
“I do like to play with the boys,” Olga said in her thick peasant accent.
“Oh, but you like to do more than that, don’t you, Olga? You’re always on the lookout for some boy who can satisfy your carnal desires.”
“Well a girl has needs, you know.”
“Yeah but you are needier than most, aren’t you. You’re never really happy until a man is filling you with his cum.”
“What can I say,” Olga said. “I know what I like and I know what I want. Is that so wrong?”
“And speaking of that, what you really want is the village priest. What you really want is Father Grigory.”
“He is so hot.”
“And look. Here he comes now. You need to get out of your clothes, don’t you?”
That was all it took to start the girl to removing the regal finery that she didn’t even realize she was wearing. To Olga, what she was wearing was the types of clothes that a peasant girl would be wearing and to Olga, that was what she was removing.
“You have a nice body, Olga. Such big, full breasts. I bet you like showing them off like this.”
“What can I say? I do love my breasts.”
“I’ll bet you do and I’ll bet you’d like them even more if Father Grigory would place his member between them.”
The peasant girl moaned wantonly. “Mmm yes.”
“Then if that’s what you want, you need to show Father Grigory what it is you desire.”
The peasant girl dropped to her knees. She no longer saw herself as being in a queen’s chambers. In fact, she saw nothing at all except for the man standing before her and then her hands were pawing at his clothing and soon enough, she was exposing his manhood and her hand wrapped around the man’s cock. She looked up at him with a mischievous grin. “This is what I want,” she said.
“I said show me what you want.”
The peasant girl grinned slyly. “You want me to show you, do you? I can do that,” and with that, her mouth slid down around the man’s shoft.
The man grunted as her mouth took his cock and then he grunted again. “Oh fuck,” he grunted. “Oh fuck.”
If the girl heard him, she gave no indication of it at all. She just kept sucking on his cock.
“You really are quite good at that,” the man groaned.
Again, the girl said nothing.
“But my dear, I believe you promised me something.”
Abruptly, the girl stopped what she was doing and she looked up at the man. “What?” she asked.
“You promised to let me fuck your tits.”
Olga pushed her tits together even as she looked up at the man. “You want to fuck these?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“If that’s what you want, it’s what I want too.”
The man grinned. “Well now, if you put it that way ...”
Within moments, the man was sliding his cock between the tsarina’s ample breasts even as the queen begged him to fuck her tits like the slutty, little peasant girl that she now thought she was.
“Are you going to cum on my tits?” Olga cried. “I want you to. I want you to cum on my tits.”
The monk shook his head. “There’s something else we need to do first.”
“What?”
“Lie back,” the man told her and Olga did as she was told to do.
“Now spread your legs.”
“Oooh, I like this,” Olga cooed as she complied with the man’s order. “Tell me you’re going to fuck my pussy. Tell me you’re going to fuck me hard.”
“Well if that’s what you want,” the man said as he slipped between the girl’s legs.
“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned as she felt the man enter her. “Oh yeah. That’s what I want.”
The man didn’t say anything. He just kept on fucking her pussy.
“Are you going to cum?” the girl asked. “Are you going to cum in my pussy?”
Still, the man said nothing.
“I want you to do it,” the girl pleaded. “I want you to cum in my pussy.”
And still the man said nothing.
“Oh my God,” the girl moaned. “Oh my God. Oh my God. You’re doing it. Oh my God. You’re cumming in my pussy.”
And suddenly, the queen was snoring with the man’s cock still buried between her legs.
Rasputin pulled out and he looked up at Elena who’d watched the whole thing. “Get her cleaned up,” he instructed the maid. “Put her to bed and tell her nothing,” and with that, the man left the room.
The maid did as she was told to do and then she left the room, all the while fearing what would happen when the tsarina woke up, but when she awoke, all she knew was that she’d had a most remarkable nap.
It was only later that evening when Elena was able to meet her brother that she was finally able to tell someone what had happened. In fact, Boris was the only person she felt she could confide in because she was sure that he wouldn’t divulge her secrets and yet she felt like she had to tell someone what had happened.
“I can’t believe what he made her do,” Elena said.
“Why? What did he make her do?”
“He made the Tsarina completely forget who she was.”
“He did what?”
“He made her completely forget who she was. He made her think she was a horny, peasant girl.” Elena didn’t tell her brother the rest of it, that while she’d been watching, she had been wishing it were her that had been the peasant girl. She’d wished it were her that was taking the man’s cock.
If her brother noticed this, he said nothing at all. “So the Tsarina, she returned to normal afterwards?”
Elena nodded. “He told me to put her to bed and I did and she woke up about an hour later and as far as I knew, she didn’t remember a thing. She said she’d just had the most relaxing nap but she didn’t say anything else.”
Her brother nodded but he didn’t say anything.
“I don’t know what to do,” Elena said.
“Do?”
“This isn’t the first time he’s done something like this,” Elena confided.
“It’s not?”
Elena shook her head. “He’s done this before. He makes her think she’s someone else and she totally believes it and I think he’s done it more times than I know about but it’s getting worse than it was before. I think it amuses him though to have me watch.”
“Why do you think that?”
“I don’t know. I just do.”
“Hmm.”
“So it’s okay isn’t it. You don’t think I should tell someone, do you?”
“You told me.”
Elena laughed. “You don’t count. You’re my brother. What I’m saying is you don’t think I should tell anyone else, do you?”
Boris shook his head. “There’s no reason to involve anyone else.”
“Good. I was hoping you’d say that.”
It was getting late and Boris walked his sister back to the palace. He stopped with her just outside the gate. “You’ll let me know if anything else goes on in there, won’t you?”
“Anything else?”
“You know. With him?”
“With who?”
“You know who I mean. With him. With Rasputin.”
“I thought you said it was okay.”
“I said you shouldn’t tell anyone else, but if anything more happens, I want to know.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re my sister. Because I want to make sure you’re okay.”
“I’m okay.”
“Tell me anyway. I want to make sure.”
“I’m okay.”
“Promise me you’ll tell me.”
“Boris—”
“Promise me.”
“Okay. I’ll tell you.”
“Good. That’s all I wanted to hear.”
Boris watched his sister enter the gates. Once she was on the palace grounds, she was safe but even though it was entering December, he couldn’t help but stand there and watch as she walked up to the palace itself. It was only then that he turned and left. He had someone else to see before he called it a night.
The queen was a whore.
At least, that was what she now believed herself to be.
Her name was Tatianna Federova and she’d been plying her trade outside the Bolshoi. It was dangerous working there, Tatianna told herself, but there were rich men inside and what Tatianna wanted was money so she was whoring herself outside the Bolshoi.
A cleric had come up to her and Tatianna was about to turn away from the man. Church men didn’t have any money so she wasn’t interested until ...
Until the man had held up a bag of coins. “Would you like these?” he asked.
It was the clink of the coins that had her attention. She couldn’t help but lick her lips. “How much?” she’d asked.
“How much?”
“How much is in the bag?”
“More than you’d make in a night.”
Tatianna licked her lips. It was certainly enticing. “What do I have to do for it?”
“Simple,” the man had told her. “All you have to do is what you’re already prepared to do. All you have to do is to be the best slut you ever could be.”
“That’s it?”
The man nodded.
“And if I do it, I get the money?”
“Of course. That’s how a whore gets paid.”
“So what do you want me to do?”
“Come with me back to my place.”
It didn’t matter that the queen’s quarters were now serving as the cleric’s apartment. In her mind’s eye, she didn’t see regal quarters. What she saw instead were the somewhat drab and impoverished quarters of a local priest. “You’re sure you have the money?” she asked again.
“I do and I think you’re a bit overdressed.”
Tatianna smiled flirtatiously. “So you want me to take my clothes off.”
“For starters.”
“Mmm,” the whore purred. “I like the way you think. I’ll take my clothes off for you but I want some money for that.”
The man shook his head. “That’s not the way it works.”
“Why not?”
“It’s an all or nothing deal. Either you do everything I want or you get nothing at all. Do you understand?”
The queen looked at the man and then she nodded. “I understand. So you want me to take off my clothes?”
“Yes.”
Tatianna removed an article of clothing and then she paused but they both knew she wasn’t going to stop there. Soon, another article was being removed and then another and another until the queen was down to her underwear and then she wasn’t wearing even that.
“Now what?” she asked.
“I think you know what.”
“You want me to suck your cock?”
“For starters.”
“Oh goody.”
“Oh goody?”
“I liked the way you said that.”
“Said what?”
“I liked the way you said that. It implies that there’s going to be a whole lot more.”
“Yeah, but for now, you’re going to suck my cock.”
Tatianna wasn’t arguing. Her mouth slid down and then she was sliding her mouth down around that cock.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned as the little whore worked his cock. “Oh fuck yeah.”
The man groaned again and it was plain to see that if the whore kept doing what she was doing to his cock, she was going to make him cum.
“Oh fuck,” the man growled again. “You fucking, little mynx.”
Tatianna finally pulled her mouth free from the cock she’d been sucking. “Does that mean you like it?” she asked.
“Yeah, I like it.”
“Good, cause I want to get me some money.”
“Not so fast,” the man groaned before the queen could once more return her mouth to his cock.
The woman looked up inquiringly. “Yes?”
“I think you need to ride my cock.”
“Oooh,” the woman purred. “Sounds like fun. Will that get me my money?”
“Maybe.”
“How do we turn that maybe into a definitely?”
“It all depends.”
“Depends on what?”
“It depends on how well you ride that cock.”
That was all it took for the whore to be mounting the man’s body, her hand grasping his cock and leading him to her wet and waiting hole, her mouth moaning as she took the man inside her and her body driving her pussy down on the man’s cock, driving herself relentlessly, driving herself to get ...
She couldn’t help herself. She moaned as she felt the man cum inside her. Oh geez. That was good. Oh geez. That was exactly what she needed.
Prince Felix looked around the room. “So we’re agreed then.”
It was a small group. There were only two other men in the group. The Grand Duke Dmitri Pavlovich gave a curt nod while Vladimir Purishkevich took only a few more moments to decide before he, too, agreed. They were going to get rid of the menace once and for all.
“So how do we get him here?” Dmitri asked.
The here in question was Prince Felix’s Moika Palace. It was here that they would finally get rid of the man. “I think you can leave that to me,” he said.
“Why?” asked Dmitri. “What’d you have in mind?”
“You don’t have to worry about that. I just needed your agreement.”
“We’re going up against the Tsar on this,” Vladimir said. “If we mess this up, we all lose. I think we need to talk this out.”
“There’s nothing to talk about. We use his own perversions against him.”
“How so?”
“My wife is going to be having one of her parties,” Prince Felix said. “I think we should make sure Rasputin is invited to attend.”
“You would use Irina as bait?” asked the Grand Duke. “That’s rather cold.”
“Don’t be silly. I never said I’d use Irina as bait. I said we’d let it be known that my wife is having one of her parties. She will not be. She will be in Crimea.”
“So you have a way of getting this information to this Rasputin fellow without it being traced back to us?”
“I think we do.”
“That’s what I hear,” Boris said.
“Another party, you say?”
“Yes, but it’s supposed to be kept very quiet. It’s supposed to be a surprise.”
“So I’m not even supposed to tell my mistress?”
Boris shook his head.
“I don’t know about that,” Elena said. “The tsarina doesn’t mind having secrets just as long as she’s in on the secret.”
“Please. I wouldn’t have told you if I didn’t think you could keep it a secret.”
“All right. I won’t tell anyone,” Elena said, “but if the Princess Irina is having a party, word is bound to get out anyway.”
“As long as it doesn’t come from either of us,” Boris said. “So how goes it at the palace?”
“I think it’s getting worse.”
“Worse?”
Elena nodded. “The other night, that ... that monster, he made the Tsarina call herself a whore. Can you imagine that? The Tsarina calling herself a whore and not only did she do it, but if I didn’t know better, it was almost like she liked it. And she was riding the man’s cock. It was disgraceful.”
Boris gulped. He couldn’t help but admit it to himself even if he couldn’t admit it to his sister but he would have liked to have seen that. “What else did he make her do?”
“What else?”
“Yeah. What else?”
“Isn’t that enough?”
“I don’t know but from the way you were talking, I just kind of thought there was something more.”
Elena shook her head in disgust. “You know, I can’t believe I told you that.”
“What?”
“I thought you’d understand but I guess I was wrong.”
“I do understand.”
“Yeah right.”
“I do. Look, I’m your brother.”
“Yeah?”
“I want to help. I’m a good Russian.”
“I know you are. It’s just that—”
“It’s just that what?”
“It’s just so hard.”
Once more, Elena found herself bearing the foul man to her mistress. She hated the man, she told herself. She really hated him.
“You wanted to see me, Tsarina?” the man asked when he was finally in Alexandra’s presence.
“Ah, Father Grigory. Yes. I’m so glad you could come.”
“I am at your disposal,” the man said.
“It’s just that ... I feel ... I feel so on edge. It’s like ... it’s like I think people are out to get me.”
“That’s not good,” the man said.
“No, it’s not.”
“In fact, you need to relax.”
“Father Grigory—”
“Shh, shh, shh. You listen to me now. You need to relax.”
“I need to ... to ...”
“You need to relax.”
“I need to relax.”
“That’s right. You need to relax.”
“I need to relax.”
“Yes, that’s right. You need to relax and speaking of that, I see you’ve been playing dress up again.”
“Hmm?”
“Oh come now. You can’t actually tell me you actually think you are the tsarina.”
“I’m not the tsarina?”
“No, you’re not. You’re just a lowly maid but I see you’ve been trying on your mistress’s clothes again.”
“I ... I—”
“The tsarina would be mad if she caught you were wearing her clothes.”
“She would be mad,” the woman agreed.
“You better take them off then, before she comes in and catches you.”
“I better take them off.”
This was wrong, Elena told herself. This was wrong. She should be rushing forward. She should be stopping her mistress from taking off her clothes and yet ... and yet she found herself powerless to act.
Her mistress was down to her silken underthings and then she wasn’t even wearing those.
“And the rings,” the man said. “You mustn’t forget those.”
“No, of course,” and the tsarina removed her rings.
“There now. That’s better isn’t it?”
The tsarina sighed. “Yes, it’s much better.”
“It would have been bad if your mistress had found her in your clothes.”
“It would have been so bad,” the woman admitted.
“And besides, now it’s time for you to get fucked Alexeya.”
The woman turned so that the man had a good view of her bottom. “Would you do that for me?” she asked.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes. I want it so bad.”
And that was all it took. That was all it took for the man to take her from behind.
She should do something, Elena told herself. She should do something and yet ... and yet it made her hot. It made her hot to see her mistress getting fucked like this. This was wrong, she told herself and yet she couldn’t help but admit it to herself that it made her hot.
And that’s when Elena realized that the man was looking at her. “You look a bit stressed,” he said.
“No, I’m fine.”
“I don’t think you are,” the man said. “I think you need to relax.”
Re—what?
“You need to relax,” the monk said again.
Relax. That was right. That was what she needed to do. She needed to relax.
“We have our slutty, little maid,” she heard the man say, “but a maid needs a mistress.”
Of course, that was right. A maid needed a mistress.
“A maid needs a mistress,” the man said again.
Wait a minute, no. He couldn’t mean for her to do that.
“I want you to put those on.”
There was no question what ‘those’ were. Her mistress’s rings. Some of them the very symbols of her her power. That was so wrong. She couldn’t put those on.
Why couldn’t she, she asked herself and she couldn’t remember why she shouldn’t.
“This maid slut needs her queen.”
Elena picked up the first of her rings. Why shouldn’t she wear them, she asked herself. After all, they were her rings. She was the Tsarina here and the man was right. The little slut did need her queen. The little people always needed someone like her to tell them what to do.
“Sit on the bed.”
It wasn’t an order, of course. Elena knew that. No one could tell her what to do but she did want to sit on the bed so she sat.
“Tell your maid to lick your pussy.”
Why shouldn’t she, the new tsarina told herself. After all, this woman was here to serve her. “Alexya.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“My pussy needs to be taken care of.”
“I would be honored if you would let me be of service to you.”
“Do you think you can do it?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Any discomfort that Elena might have felt had long since faded. She was the tsarina now and this woman in front of her, she was her slutty maid and that’s all there was to it. “Well if you think you can do it, you better get to it.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She looked up to see the man coming in behind her maid. Somehow, it seemed right, she thought. It seemed right what he was about to do.
The woman with her face between her legs gasped as she felt the man enter her and in that instant, she looked up at her mistress. “Oh my,” she moaned.
“Don’t talk,” Elena told her even as she pushed her head back between her legs. “Don’t talk. Just eat.”
And the woman who had at one time been tsarina once more let her face slide between her mistress’s legs. This was where she was supposed to be, she told herself. She was supposed to be here, eating her mistress’s pussy even as Father Grigory fucked her from behind.
“Oh fuck,” the now-maid moaned. Oh geez, that cock was good. It was so good. Oh geez. It was like every stroke took her higher and hotter.
Oh geez. She wanted to cum. She needed to cum. She needed it so bad.
Oh geez. She was going to cum. She was going to ... to ...
The woman moaned as she heard the man groan and even as she heard it, she could feel his cock swell inside her and suddenly, it was happening. He was cumming inside her and it just felt so good.
And it just felt so right, Alexeya told herself. It just felt so right that this man should be cumming inside her.
It was some time later when the monk stood there with the real maid while the real mistress laid passed out on the bed, a victim of all the cumming she’d been doing.
“Do you have to go?” the maid asked.
“Yes, but first—”
“What?” the maid asked belligerently.
“Come here.”
Elena came to the man and suddenly, without warning, he took her face in his hands and he forced her to look into his eyes. “You know what I want to know.”
Without even realizing she was doing it, Elena’s hand took hold of the man’s cock and she began to stroke.
“You’re a simple maid,” the man told her, “but you work in the palace. You belong to me. You are my property. Everything you do, you do for me. Now, tell me everything you know.”
“Yes, master.” It didn’t even occur to her to ask herself why she was calling this man that. All that mattered was to tell him everything she knew and so she did.
Grigory Rasputin crept up to Moika Palace. So the Princess Irina was having a private party, was she? Well, he might not be invited, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have his ways of getting in and the best time to arrive was before the rest of the guests got there, when he could have her to himself.
He knocked on the door for the servant’s entrance and he waited. Servants were always so much easier to control. He hoped it would be a woman that answered the door. He had a need burning inside him and he’d like to take care of that before he saw the Princess.
The door opened and before he even knew what had happened, rough hands had pulled him inside. He was being led into the cellars of the castle. They were going to have a talk, the men told him. Rasputin wasn’t worried. He’d come out of worse jams than this one and he was sure he’d come out of this one just fine but he was wrong. In fact, he was dead wrong.