New story by long-time lurker! The Queen and the Assassin!

Story by Chicken Triple

Hi everyone, I've browsed this site for an age and decided it's time to give back. I like writing and when I'm not writing my career-defining opus I like to dwell on that other passion within my imagination, blessed futanari =D

So, here's a short story I cooked up this morning, inspired by a dream I had which was itself inspired by a picture I saw by the TheWicked.

This was made up practically on the spot with no real thought to doing anything else with it. I don't think it's long enough (that's what she said!) but if peeps like it I may do more =)

Themes: Futa, bondage, denial, revenge.

Mid-Summer of the Year 536, the 14th year of Queens Katherine The Fair and Emily The Serene, Long May They Reign.

The guards woke her early in the night. Another assassin had been found only this time captured. They said she was like the others, the first two that had been killed. Three assassins in one month, highly unusual assassins that yielded no clues as to their origins or goal. Capturing this one alive would hopefully change that. With Queen Emily leading the army on crusade in the West she was sure to have no shortage of enemies. She had to know who wanted her dead. The guards led her to the prisoners cell.

'She hasn't said anything at all, ma'am,' Ennis, her chief bodyguard spoke. A hulk of a man, more so in full plate, he had triumphed over enemies more than twenty in number on his own. No assassin stood a chance against that.

'What was she carrying?' She fought tiredness away. This would-be-killer had interrupted the first proper sleep she'd managed to get in four days.

'The same as the others,' he gestured at a table with only basic supplies for two, maybe three days of travel, and a single vial of a mild sedative, the kind to aid with sleep and bothersome children. This was how the others had died so easily. As soon as they were caught they let themselves be killed. What kind of assassin has no weapons or poison?

'Alright. Keep the guard on full alert until morning, she may have an accomplice. Well done, Ennis, thank you.' He smiled and he nodded.

'What of the prisoner?'

'I shall interrogate her myself.'

'Ma'am?'

'Leave the guard outside. I do not want to be interrupted, we may only get this one opportunity. There is too much at stake.'

'Understood.' He signalled for one of the guards to unlock the door. 'At least take this,' he handed her his ceremonial dagger. Seven inches of cold, curved steel with a gold pommel inscribed with his insignia and the date he became head guard. Ennis' fondness for Katherine was unqualified, something she valued.

'Very well,' she tucked it into the belt of her bed-robe and walked into the cell. The door was locked behind her. The assassin was chained cruciform to the wall, head down to the floor. She looked up as the Queen entered. A look somewhere between curiosity and hate came across her face, polluting her otherwise beautiful features.

'Hello,' she spoke as though addressing the court. 'I am Queen Katherine, as I'm sure you're aware. You can call me Kate, if you like.' The assassin didn't respond. 'You don't want to talk?' Nothing. 'You may only be alive for another hour or two and in horrible pain at that. Are there no words you would like to commit to the world before the gods welcome you?' Nothing again. Kate paced around the room. The assassin tracked her with her eyes. 'Very well.' She stopped and turned to face. She dropped the facade and looked as mean as possible. 'You are aware your sisters perished before you? They died, brutally. We have a device called The Wheel of a Thousand Agonies. Do you know what that is?' Finally a reaction. The assassin knew full well what that was. 'Their fates would be yours by the time the sun rises if you do not tell me who sent you and why.' Calm as stone.

There was one other thing about the other assassins that was unusual. Initially thought to be the only indication of their origin, they all had a feature uncommon to this part of the world. What part of the world that meant they were from, however, was unknown. Kate walked up to the assassin and looked her directly in the eyes. 'I wonder, my dear, are you so endowed as your sisters?' She lowered a hand to the assassins groin. Though the fabric was loose-fitting there was something bulky beneath. The assassin shifted slightly and caught her breath. Kate tore the belt from the robes and let them fall to her knees. There, between the legs of the assassin was not the sacred organ bestowed to all women by the goddess but instead a male organ the like of which would have even the warrior-god blue with envy.

'Gods!' Kate exclaimed. Her cock was at least eight inches long, soft, and her balls were as big as peaches. Kate had no experience of men. Q

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