Thralls of the Dark Queen Part 1: Falling Into Bliss Read Online Free PDF

muster up any protest, the servitors were ripping at their clothes. “W-wait! What!?” Echo struggled for the words as a trio of her servitors tore at her bodice, undoing the laces and not bothering with tact. As her bodice and skirt were tossed aside, Echo only offered stuttering words.
    “Please do not fight,” one the females whispered in her ear. “It is for your protection.”
    Heeding their warnings, Echo let the servitors undo the laces on her shift. As her underthings loosened, she felt the fabric fall from her body, leaving her naked as the Queen’s eyes devoured her pink, petite frame.  The sordid details from one of her forbidden stories replayed in her head like a holy sermon. The young and virtuous maiden covered her nakedness, though she secretly longed for the pirate king’s animal gaze to enrapture her flesh.
    Echo’s hands flew to her perk breasts, covering her pink nipples, which were cold and hard. She shut her eyes and turned away, feeling the thin fingers of the servitors undoing the braid of her flaxen platinum hair. Though part of her was uneasy, she also beamed with a strange and pleasant joy, as though she were playacting as her an Alexia did when they were younger. Except instead of playing “housewife” or “princess” or “fairy-queen”, they were playacting a bawdy novel.
    In her ears, she could hear the Queen groan softly. It sent shivers of anticipation though her flesh at what might come next.
    Alexia, in the meantime, felt an entire torrent of emotions. It was useless to deny it, to forbid the raging and impatient urge pulsing through her flesh. As the servitors undid the laces of her shift, exposing her tall, firm and peach toned body, her green eyes met the Queen’s once again. The Queen had unlaced her sliver heels and peeled off her black gloves. She rubbed her bare limbs and exposed belly against the soft velvet of her bed, softly purring as she wriggled and writhed, letting Alexia gaze upon her writhing flesh.
    Alexia’s mind and heart raced once again. To the memories of her gypsy. To the purple eyed Queen whom devoured her sanity without even trying. To the moisture of her sex and soft tingle tormenting her belly.
    A servitor pressed a button on a gold plated armlet, eliciting a soft whistling sound. A small set of stairs seemed to materialize from the depths of the pool. “Please,” the servitor asked “step into the pool.”
    Echo stepped in first, then Alexia. The water held a pleasant warm, their nipples softening as the soft currents of the pool’s jets brushed against their flesh. Echo let out a soft yelp, then let out a moan of relief as the warm waters of the pool embraced her flesh up to her neck. “Oh,” she commented. “That feels rather nice.”
    “Yes,” Alexia giggled lightly as a jet tickled between her legs lightly the water only reaching to her shoulders. “I suppose it is.”
    The Queen rested on her belly, gazing lovingly at the two inside the water. “Be sure to soak your hair too, dears. And your faces. It’s part of the processing.”
    The girls obeyed, dipping their heads under the bubbling surface of the water. Echo ran her fingers through her hair, being sure to soak every tendril. 
    The lead servitor touched another button. Somewhere an electronic voice spoke. “Beginning processing. Phase 1: physical therapy.”
    Suddenly, the pool illuminated in a soft white light. Echo and Alexia looked around the pool, intrigued by such a strange magic.
    Alexia felt something touch the small of her back. She turned to find nothing there. Echo felt a hand grasping her hip, yelping cutely as her body jolted. “Wha… what is…?”
    “Do not be alarmed.” One of the servitors said. “This is part of the processing.”             
    Unseen invisible hands massaged their muscles, running themselves over their bodies and pressing firmly into their backs and thighs, then into the small of their backs. While strange, the girls began