It’s Panda, Miss Dementia If You’re Nasty

General Nalrard entered the Queen’s chamber as he was ordered to do, immediately upon returning from a raid. She was naked, as usual, and on her hands and knees on her chaise, being serviced by 4 slaves - one male was thrusting into her ass, one female was licking her clit and fingering her cunt, another female was licking and massaging her breasts and nipples, and another male was fucking her mouth.

He was not at all surprised to find her like this. In fact, more often than not, she was in a similar position whenever he came to see her. He walked to a spot where she could see him and waited patiently for her to give him permission to speak.

The male slave who was in her mouth began to groan as he got close to climax. The Queen pushed him away and out of her mouth. She gave his cock a hard slap, eliciting a gasp of pain. “Don’t you dare come yet,” she said cruelly. “You know the consequences of coming before you’re given permission. Get back to the stables and take care of the General’s horse.”

“Yes, Highness,” replied the slave, as he quickly slunk out of the room.

“General,” she looked at him expectantly, still on all fours and still being serviced, “please tell me you have good news for me.”

“Highness,” he began nervously, “I’m afraid that we have ransacked every town in the land and we still have yet to find it.”

She shuddered, though whether it was the result of an orgasm or her anger, he didn’t know. She slapped the remaining three slaves away from her. “Be gone, peasants!”

The slaves scrambled up and out of the room, knowing that her wrath had a target in the General for the moment, but any hesitation would bring it down upon them.

The Queen stood and wrapped a translucent robe around her voluptuous body and walked towards the General. She appeared calm, but her blazing eyes told another story. She ran her hands lightly over the General’s armor before bringing her lips to his and kissing him deeply. As he felt her tongue dance across his, he also felt her nimble fingers loose the straps of the armor until it clattered to the floor. She pushed down his breeches and broke the kiss, leaving him naked and hard before her.

“I don’t think you understand the importance of your mission, General,” she said calmly as she gently stroked his cock.

Concerned momentarily only with the sensations he was feeling, he spoke honestly, “No, Highness, I don’t understand why finding an old book is of importance.”

Her hand quickly left his cock and she slapped him with enough force to bring him to his knees. “You insolent fool!” she screamed. “That book is the key! It will bring me unspeakable power! I must have it!”

She strode back behind a curtain that separated off a portion of the room and the General struggled to his feet. “GUARDS!” she shouted. Four large men rushed in immediately. “Tie the General prone on the chaise.” The guards grabbed him and though he fought back, they overpowered him and positioned him as the Queen had ordered, tying his arms and legs tightly before leaving the chamber.

The Queen emerged from behind the curtain, wearing a large strap-on cock and wielding a a bamboo cane. The General quivered as she positioned herself behind him and pressed the cock threateningly against his ass. “I think it’s time, General, that you learn the consequences of failing me.”

This week’s Microfantasy Monday theme from Sweltering Celt is “Books.” I hope you enjoyed my take on it!