Amelia woke from her sleep noticing that something was very wrong; the bed that she was on wasn’t her own. Her bed was very soft and had a sweet scent of flowers coming off of it, but the one she was on now was hard and had a pungy odor. Amelia was the virgin queen that ruled over Femdara, a land that the humans mostly inhabited. She was a part of a strict religious order that bond people to a moral code that they must follow.
More than five hundred years ago, a new religion was formed by some of the humans teaching purity and outlawing sinful acts. Sex was sinful outside of marriage, and any sexual encounter with nonhuman or same-sex was a crime against their holy Goddess. They believed that mixing the bloodline with nonhumans was one of the highest forms of impurity, especially breeding with an orc; it was punishable by death.
Femdara had nine different kingdoms within it, and it was the goal of each new queen to add another realm to Femdara. They believed that only a pure woman of noble birth could be the virgin queen, and when she becomes the queen of the world, peace will reign forever on Femdara. War was only encouraged when they had the advantage, and the kingdom of Aldumra was the church’s next target.
Every generation, the priests picked three girls from noble families to be raised by them to keep them pure. They kept them safe to replace the queen when she could no longer rule, and elite female soldiers protected them. These soldiers didn’t have to stay pure, but many did take a vow of chastity to show their commitment to their future queen.
Amelia was eight-teen when she became the queen, now nineteen, and was the first to have red hair. The first virgin queen had long blonde hair symbolizing purity in the physical form and must be at the age of eight-teen before the church would allow a princess to be the queen. The queen wasn’t just picked from the three girls but also from all of the remaining princesses. The ones that failed to become the queen in the past still had a shot of becoming the queen.
The bed that she was on had a cage surrounding it with magical torches giving off enough light to see but gave off no heat. There was enough space within it for a small bed and a few feet of walking space in it. She saw nothing but darkness outside of the cage, and the void filled her with fear.
The white gown that she had on last night was now gone, and there was nothing within the cage that she could use to cover her naked body. Being captured was frightening enough, but being naked didn’t make the matter easier to handle. Amelia tried to hide her body by sitting in a fetal position to keep her dignity intact, and for the first time, she felt powerless.
No man had ever seen her naked before, and she was hoping that fact hasn’t changed. The thought of someone undressing her made her feel violated and dirty. She was clueless about sex to know if her kidnapper took any liberties with her body. The priests only told her that it was evil and that she should fear it.
Amelia sat in silence for an hour before she heard footsteps coming toward her. The echoing sound that the footsteps made grew louder, and it filled her with fear. She felt her body starting to shake and the pounding of her heart within her chest. She held her arms tightly around her legs to keep her body still and keep what she could have of her body covered.
The figure that emerged from the darkness was a beautiful woman with long black hair and a familiar face. It belonged to a servant girl named Mary that she had removed from her duty a year ago. She caught her in a sinful act and had her punished for it. Only pure things could ever touch the princesses, and they ordered the servant girls to stay pure.
Amelia first met Mary when she became the queen and was assigned to take care of her growing needs. Mary was two years older than herself. She gave off an aura that Amelia didn’t like at first. She wanted to hate Mary, but there was something about the girl she liked, and she felt drawn to her. Whenever Mary touched her, it made her have confusing thoughts and desires.
She spotted Mary through an open window one day, embracing a man against a tree. Amelia didn’t know at first what she saw, and it took her a moment to realize what was happening. They were some distance away but were close enough to recognize what she was doing was wrong. They were out of focus, and she saw no accurate details of their sinful act but knew that it was impure.
She watched in shock and felt betrayed by her servant’s action. She sent Mary outside the castle walls to find some flowers for her room and not break her sacred vow. Amelia reported Mary to the priests, and they had her thrown from the castle with nothing but the clothes on her back. Amelia watched as Mary pleaded that she was innocent to the two guards as they dragged her away. There was no mistaking what she saw and the pain that it caused her.
She felt a familiar feeling stirring within her, and she tried to fight against them. She was too prideful to acknowledge even to herself what those feelings could mean and pretended that she didn’t like Mary. Amelia rolled her eyes in fake disgust when their eyes met and fought against the urge to smile.
Amelia didn’t want what she was feeling to be acknowledged by the woman because she knew that Mary was involved in her capture. She put on her strong queen face and tried to show that she felt nothing but disdain toward the girl. She looked at her like she was nothing but a meaningless bug next to her and was only alive because she was willing it.
She was shocked by how Mary was dressed and couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Amelia tried to act disgusted by it, but she knew she liked what she saw deep down. She felt her body starting to react to it and felt a strong desire growing inside of her. Amelia wasn’t a stranger to these feelings and felt them many times before.
The dress had a deep v cut, revealing two fleshy orbs that were sticking halfway out of it, and she felt an urge to keep staring at them. She also noticed the woman’s nipples were poking through the thin material, and they were big around like her little pinky finger. The bottom of the dress stopped short of the girl’s groin and revealed two long silky legs. Amelia had never seen another woman’s legs before and found them strangely attractive.
The women around her were always fully dressed and hid their bodies from her. She never even had seen her own body before and was blindfolded whenever she needed to be undressed or during her daily bathing. Under no circumstance was she ever allowed to touch herself or see herself nude. It took five servants to bathe her and took great care not to arouse her.
She was bathed in a unique way where it wouldn’t lead to unwanted desire and used a rough cloth to clean her body. She never questioned anything that they told her and accepted it on faith. Amelia did wonder what her body looks like and, at times, the servant girls too, but she tried not to have such thoughts.
It was hard for her to deny her sexual desires, but it got easier over time. She felt frustrated over those feelings and took it out on her servants. She didn’t know why she did that and didn’t like being mean to them. The servants were the closest thing that she had to a family and friends. It was lonely for her, and she wasn’t allowed to be anything but the queen’s replacement.
“I demand you to give me some clothes and let your master know that I will have his head for this. You will keep yours if you let me go now and do just as I say,” Amelia spoke with authority she no longer had and was too arrogant to see it.
“I think not my pet, and you will be my guest until I have my fun with you. I might get you something to wear, but only if you spread your lovely legs to show me the wet lips of your delicate little flower,” Mary said in a teasing tone.
“How dare you speak to me like that, and you will refer to me as your queen! I will have you flogged for this, and you will regret ever taking me like that.” Amelia yelled out in anger but soon realize that she was powerless to back it up.
Amelia jumped to her feet in a fit of rage but didn’t fully understand Mary’s comment. It confused her, and she didn’t understand the meaning behind it. Amelia knew that it must be crude but was too innocent to understand it. She was angrier over not understanding what was said and hated not knowing things.
Amelia didn’t realize what she just did until it was too late and felt foolish for her rash action. She was standing naked in front of Mary, and it was pride that kept her from covering up. There wasn’t anything around her to cover up with anyway, and Amelia was too prideful to show weakness. She didn’t want to show how vulnerable she felt at the moment and just stared angrily at Mary.
Time seemed to have stopped, making the moment more terrifying for her, and she felt her strength fading away. She soon lost her nerve and sat back down on the bed in the fetal position. Losing her temper and acting like a foolish peasant girl made her look weak. Amelia knew in a situation like this showing any weakness could encourage her enemy to be bolder in their action against her.
Mary leaned in toward the cage, and with excitement, stated, “I got to say that you looked terrific naked and nothing better than a girl with a red bush. Your tits are amazing, with perfect little nipples that I could suck on for days. Why don’t you spread those legs of yours and let me see your real treasure?”
Amelia was so taken back by Mary’s words that her mouth was open in disbelief. She figured that the woman was trying to make her uncomfortable. Amelia didn’t think that there was any seriousness to her words and barely understood the meaning behind them. She knew it must be sexual, but she lacked the carnal knowledge to understand it. She didn’t want to make a fool of herself again and held back her tongue.
Amelia watched as Mary leaned against the cage stepping on one of the bars elevating her left leg high enough to expose herself. She was stunned to see that Mary wasn’t wearing any undergarments. She wanted to turn her head away, but she felt compelled to keep looking. She had never seen another girl’s private area before and found it to be beautifully alluring. There was something about it that made her mouth water.
She felt a tingly sensation, a warm feeling slowly moving through her body, and a little wetness was forming between her legs. Amelia had felt this way before and learned to ignore those feelings, but things were a little different this time. She had never experienced such visual stimulation before and had a hard time focusing.
“Do you like what you see?” Mary asked in a mocking tone.
“Yes… no! What! Uh… what do you mean?” Amelia replied and sounded less like a queen and more like a babbling fool.
Amelia felt embarrassed from being caught staring at the woman’s crotch. She couldn’t believe that she answer the woman honestly at first, but Mary didn’t need to know that. Amelia tried to play it cool, her rambling wasn’t too convincing, and she knew that her action made her look like a fool again. Fighting against the urge to look back but couldn’t resist taking another peek at it.
“You were staring at my… dress. Do you like it?” Mary teased the girl by acting like they were having an innocent moment together.
Amelia didn’t want to play the girl game and knew that she exposed herself on purpose to her. Amelia hated that she looked and liked what she saw. She wasn’t supposed to like unpure things like that so that her innocent mind wouldn’t be corrupted.
“Yes, I do. I would like to tie it around your neck and choke the last breath out of you.” Amelia didn’t mean it; she just wanted to look strong and show that she was unaffected by the girl’s action.
Once again, Amelia was taken back by the girl’s reply, “And I would like to crawl between your legs to make you moan like a whore that I know you are. Come on, baby spread your legs for me and let me see your beautiful juicy cunt. I can change your world with just one flick of my tongue.”
Amelia felt her jaw drop from the shock of what she just heard and couldn’t believe what was said to her. She realized that she was making things worse on her by provoking Mary like that. She was powerless to stop Mary from making those lewd remarks and was afraid of what the woman would do if pushed further.
She didn’t think Mary would do anything to her and only said those things to upset her. Everyone knows that only a man could do sexual things to a woman. Amelia was unaware that two people of the same sex could lie together. The thought of sex scared her because she had no idea what it was like or what it was.
Amelia didn’t know anything about sex, but she did wonder what it was. The priests never talked about it in detail and only warned her about the danger of it. The priests taught her that sex would leave a stain on her soul that would corrupt it. She never touched herself even when she wanted to and used the priests’ method to fight off those desires. She truly believed what they told her, and it was her duty to speak for the Goddess, no matter what the cost may be.
Since becoming the queen, she had encountered men that weren’t old like the priests but only the important ones in her lands, and they all wore disguises to hide their appearances from her. Even with all the power she had, Amelia was still powerless to make them show her their faces.
“It is your fault that you are in this mess right now. Your blindness to the truth had caused me much pain. You will listen to the truth now and know just what happened that day,” Mary said without any emotions.
“Okay, I will listen and hear what you have to say, but afterward, please can you get me something to wear,” Amelia said with fake politeness and hated having to say please to the girl. She was a queen and didn’t have to say please to anyone.
Amelia didn’t want to listen to her lies and knew just what happened that day. The girl was doing things with a man that not only betrayed her but their Goddess as well. She was hoping that acting friendly toward Mary might help get her some clothes. Amelia didn’t want to risk the girl becoming vulgar again and taking things too far.
“After I tell you just what happened, then I will get you something to wear, but one thing before we start, why don’t you get comfortable before we begin and stretch out your legs?” Mary’s words had double meaning behind them, and Amelia knew what the woman was asking her to do.
Amelia held her jaw firmly shut to keep herself from saying something that would ruin her chances for some clothes. She saw the pleasure in the woman’s eyes as she submitted to her wishes and lowered her legs. The girl didn’t care about her comfort and only wanted to make her feel more vulnerable.
She hoped that giving Mary what she wanted was the best way to shut her up and keep her from being vulgar again. Amelia fought against crossing her arms over her chest to hide that Mary was getting to her. It was by revealing all; she could keep everything hidden and have some sense of control.
She felt ashamed for letting her body be on display like this but didn’t think there was much choice. Amelia could feel Mary’s eyes scanning her body and figured that it was all an act to get under her skin. She wasn’t going to let Mary win in this and hoped that obeying her silly wishes would make her stop. Amelia didn’t think that it would cause much harm, allowing her to see her body, and it wasn’t the first time another female had seen her nude.
There wasn’t a day that went by that she wasn’t seen naked by her servants, but they didn’t make crude comments like Mary was doing to her. She knew that it was just a tactic to keep her under control by throwing her off balance. Amelia has to admit that it was working because she was no longer trying to fight against her.
Amelia listened as Mary spoke about the hardship of being a servant and her daily routine. She confessed to breaking one rule but so did all the other servants as well. The priests made them wear these uncomfortable undergarments that they must wear all year round. They only broke that rule during those hot summer days to make their daily chores a little easier.
Amelia knew just how miserable it was to wear so many layers of clothes on a hot day and felt sympathy for her servants. The thick uncomfortable bras she had to wear covered her whole chest and panties that reached down to her ankles. On a hot summer day, those undergarments can make an unbearable day even worse, and she was powerless to do anything about it.
She didn’t understand why their undergarments had to be that big and uncomfortable. Being naked made her think how nice it was to be free from all those restraints on her body. Amelia allowed her body to readjust itself to a more comfortable position and felt her body starting to relax. Letting her legs spread slightly apart, Amelia was unaware that her pussy lips were visible now or that Mary glanced at it with lustful eyes.
Mary explained that no one could tell under their servant clothes that they weren’t wearing any undergarments. Amelia remembered the black skirt and bodice that Mary used to wear over her white muslin underdress. Never did she suspect something was missing and found herself admiring the servant girls for their cleverness. Mary went on to tell her how good it felt having room for her body to breathe and the comfort that it gave her.
Amelia realized that Mary’s voice dropped to the point that she could no longer understand what she was saying. She could see her lips moving but couldn’t make out what was being said and then felt her eyelids becoming heavier. Things went dark for a moment and when she opened her eyes again found that she was no longer in a cage.
She found herself standing in some kind of forest with the most beautiful trees that she ever saw. Amelia thought that she must have fallen asleep and was dreaming all of this. She could even feel the heat of the sun on her skin with the occasional cool breeze. Amelia couldn’t help but notice that she was dressed like one of her servants and held a basket with freshly picked flowers in her arms.
It seemed so strange to Amelia that she could feel how the fabric felt against her skin, hear nature’s sounds, and smell the woods’ pleasant scent. The dream was so vivid that it felt like it was happening for real, but that couldn’t be possible. Amelia looked at her surroundings with wonder before spinning around in amazement.
Amelia felt her dress lift and the air on her bare legs. When Amelia realized that she wasn’t wearing any undergarments noticed how much better it was walking around without any. It wasn’t that she was against wearing them but only wished they were smaller and made from softer materials. Whoever designed them didn’t have a women’s comfort in mind, and it was almost like they wanted them to suffer.
She noticed a man watching her from behind a tree; it was the first one she ever saw this young or beautiful before. Amelia wasn’t afraid because she thought it was all a dream and nothing could hurt her. The man’s beauty was breathtaking, and she could feel herself getting lost in his eyes. Amelia wanted him to come closer so she could feel him against her body.
It wouldn’t be the first time she had a dream about someone, but they were usually about her servants. They were never this vivid, and the men in her dreams were faceless. After she had those dreams, she was yearning for something that she couldn’t put into words. The closest she ever got to understanding those feelings was when her servant bathed her.
Amelia watched as the man approached her, pulling her into his powerful arms. Figuring that it was just a dream and would wake up soon, she was surprised when it didn’t happen. Her mind was creating things that she had never experienced before, and somehow she knew certain things that she shouldn’t.