And then your box moves

The relentless want in your cunt draws more and more of your attention, and you begin to strain against your restraints in a **** attempt to reach your pussy. You want it, you need it, you'll go mad without it. Of course the restraints do not give. Your efforts bring you nothing as minutes, maybe even hours slip by.

And then you feel a shift. Someone has picked up the box you're in! Finally! You feel anticipation as the small confines you have made your world into lurch like a ship at sea as someone carries you out of the antechamber - and, though you can't see it, into the main hall, where royal audiences are held and people gather before the throne, to hear royal pronouncements and bring petitions to the monarch's attention. Sure enough, while the wood is thick enough that you can't hear any actual words, you can hear someone's muffled voice and the sounds of what may be muttering around you.

You know what it is that's being said, of course. Your sister and you had worked on it for weeks, before she had even started training you. A whole speech justifying turning one of the maids into a decoration for the court, something to be used and fucked however anyone wanted to. There had been references to the promises of the Queen to care for her subjects' wants in all respects. There were moral justifications, a document signed in your sister's name but in your hand declaiming this to truly and honestly be what you wanted. It was, honestly, a fine work of speech craft.

And at this point you could neither remember nor care. You just wanted the whole thing to be over so you could cum already.

You can't see or hear your sister's indications clearly from within the box, obviously, but finally - finally - you hear the latches of the box being undone. The panels are pulled away, and you are revealed to what once were your nobles at last.

The audience chamber is made of marble and smooth stone, with gilding and tapestries covering the walls. The nobility are themselves finely dressed, a full array of fine outfits in vibrant colors. Your sister, now the queen, sits atop a raised throne, looking down upon you from on high. And in the middle of it all, the focus of everyone's gaze, is you - naked and bound.

You flush still further and shiver as you can feel everyone's eyes upon you. You can almost feel the startled shock in the air - and you can feel as it starts to become a hungry lust as the nobles' eyes trace your breasts, your buttocks, your panting mouth and - between your legs - your dripping snatch. You wriggle in your restraints as best as you can, trying to entice any of them to finally step forwards and take you, hoping that someone will at last.

Finally, the first steps forward.