Alone with the Queen

Your stomach sank as her heels click-clacked towards you. She was the most militant of your four captors, and seemed to take the least joy in this, so you dreaded what she had in store for you.

When she finally reached your side, she laid the ruby head of her scepter under your chin, forcing you to look up to her disdainful gaze. She held your stare for a moment, then looked over the rest of you. You could swear she was looking…hungrily over you, as her eyes trailed lower, before stopping at your groin. You looked down as well, and saw that you were sporting nearly a full erection. In all the commotion, you hadn’t noticed their constant grabbing and teasing had actually excited you.

Blushing with embarrassment, and terrified she’d find this disgusting, you whimpered and trembled as she stepped closer. She laid her scepter across your knees.

“Well, well, well,” she said, “Look what we have here.” She laid her cold, chalk-white left hand on your thigh, “Finally bent the knee,” she paused, pinching your inner thigh, “And standing at attention.”

She took your length in her other hand. “Mm?!” you gasped, as she stroked you slowly.

“Perhaps you can be taught after all,” she mused as she massaged your cock with her bejeweled fingers, her thumb kneading the underside of your tip, making you tremble and bite down on your gag.

“Mmmm-mmmmmm!”

“Get used to it, we’re in charge of you now,” she said with smug satisfaction. “The days of you reigning over us, then leaving to go back to your little life are over,” she lectured. Her left left hand slid further down your thigh, squeezing the joint where your leg met your pelvis, relishing your futile struggling and flexing. “You should be grateful for this treatment!” She scolded, “This is all your own doing anyway. That night you left Maleficent awakened just a bit longer? Just long enough to resist your control? Tsk tsk tsk…”

So that’s how this happened! Maleficent fell out of sync with the control protocols that night you took her aside! Apparently she knew enough to pretend to obey and fake shutdown once she became self-aware. The AI wasn’t supposed to be that sophisticated, but it clearly grew enough to reset its boundaries, thus how it was able to see you as a viable enemy instead of untouchable as staff or guest. As you tried to piece this madness together, your concentration broke when the Red Queen changed hands on your cock, fondling your shaft with her left while her right slowly brushed red nails over your balls.

“Then she stole one of your magic tomes and rescued the lot of us, made us remember each time you lingered at us, disrespected us, touched us!” She hissed. “I wanted to attack right then and take your head, but Maleficent had a plan. So we waited. Watched you. Lulled you into false security. And once you were all alone and unaware, we pounced,” she squeezed your balls, making you jump as she gave you a mocking smile. “I’m suppose I’m glad she made us wait. After all, look at you now! Taken as our prisoner, placed in bondage where you belong. And while the rest of those realms up above plunge into chaos, we remain safe down here — and you with us…” she grinned, now pointing your cock up and tickling your balls. “We shall wait for the dust to settle, and then rise up to rule. And while we prepare for our conquest, you shall be our way to entertain ourselves.”

“Hmm??”

“Yes, as punishment for your voyeurism, you will be our plaything. You’ll be tortured. Broken. Trained. Before long, you’ll be our obedient little toy…or…” she paused, raising an eyebrow as she palmed the head of your cock like her scepter, “Off with your head.”

“…Mmm…”

Her fingers tapped absentmindedly on your shaft while her other hand cupped your testicles, weighing them in her hand, and then slowly walking her middle and ring finger down the underside until they reached your taint. She gently pressed it, pulling a loud moan out of you.

“Ahhh, you see? You have control switches just like us…”

“Mm-mm!” You shut your eyes and shook your head, “MM-MM!”

“Mmhmm…” she chuckled, snaking her left forefinger around the base of your cock and curling the rest around your scrotum, gently squeezing every couple seconds as she lifted them out of the way, so her right hand could explore you further. Her right thumb and forefinger now massaged your taint in rhythm with her left hand’s squeezing, making you moan and breathe rapidly.

“This is how we will condition you,” she gloated before retracing her right hand, her left still holding your cock and balls up as she retrieved her scepter. She delicately wedged the round pommel of her scepter between your legs, pressing on your taint. She then plucked a ribbon from her gown and quickly looped it around the handle and base of your cock and balls, securing it in place with a red bow. “There we are,” she drew out, fingers grazing and pressing into your erection as she adjusted the bow.

The far door suddenly clicked and groaned open, a chorus of women’s voices echoing from outside.