Chapter 146

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"Touch the Queen's body again and you will be beaten until you understand!"
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More tears flooded out of my eyes as I tried to wriggle out of Natalia's hard grip. My struggle caused the lips of my lower region to rub together. The friction caused me to moan in pleasure, even as my backside was ablaze from the torrent of slaps Natalia was delivering to my upturned ass. I was so close to cumming when all of a sudden the slapping stopped and I was jerked upright.
"Cum without the permission of the Queen and I will personally deliver you to the punishment chambers, where you will stay for a week!" Natalia threatened.
"HAVE I MADE MYSELF CLEAR!"
I swallowed a sob, and nodded. I hated Natalia. I hated this place. I knew that even though it was for a good cause, their medicines were not going to affect me at all because I was a lot more powerful than the humans on which they were actually used upon. They did not know that I had to play the role of an affected slave. I was thankful that no one from Amorentia was here to see this, or else there would have been blood bath like nothing before.
Natalia's grip on my arm tightened.
"Wipe your face slave. It's time to go see the Queen," she announced before all but dragging me out of the room.
I can't stay here. This isn't going to be my life. I vowed to run away and set myself free at the first chance I got. Only with this thought running through my mind was I able to let slave Natalia lead me to Queen Angelina's suit at the other end of the palace.

Being forcefully dragged towards the Queen's chambers soon had me breathless from trying to keep up. The iron chain attached to the cuffs around my ankles only allowed for short, staggered steps, causing my bare feet to scratch against the rough stone floors.
Every so often, I would lose my footing and stumble, only to be yanked upright and scolded to keep up. I could feel a bruise beginning to form near my armpit from Natalia's angry grip on my upper bicep.
"Walk faster slave! If I have to drag you down this corridor by your hair, may the gods help me, I will," she threatened.
I did my best to accelerate my pace, but it was nearly inconceivable at the speed Natalia had set. Rows and rows of shut doors blurred past as we continued on, and every couple steps, I noticed other naked slaves, carrying various items, rushing in all directions.
A few would shoot curious glances our way, and yet none stopped to say anything about my predicament. We suddenly turned a corner, and I gazed, wide-eyed at the scene laid out before me. The walls on either side of us held beautiful statues of women in various poses.
"Take a good look, slave girl. Disobey your Queen and this will be one of the many punishments bestowed upon you."
Upon closer inspection, I saw what Natalia meant; what I had thought were statues, were actually living, breathing, human, slaves. Natalia's pace slowed, yet her grip on my arm remained firm.
I stared in awe at the many naked bodies surrounding me. There were at least twenty slaves that I could see spanning the length of the hall. Each slave differed in complexion and girth, ranging from the darkest of night to pale as a ghost; the only similarity being their crudely shorn heads.
A fair skinned slave girl to my right, had breasts as large as melons. Thick, gold, fiber ropes were wrapped tightly around each globe, causing them to become a warped purple in shade. Both of the slaves' nipples were restrained in a similar fashion. They were pulled painfully toward the other with a golden ball weight clipped in the center, dragging the taut rope downward toward the slaves' thick stomach.
Iron chains circled around her wrists and ankles, holding her spread eagle between two pillars on either side of her body. I could see bright right red chafe marks surrounded the skin of her wrists and ankles, as she hung limply in defeat. I couldn't help but gasp as my eyes trailed down to her bare, nether region. Deep, angry, red welts covered the slaves' entire pelvis; trailing from her pubic bone, to her plump, inflamed, pouty lips.
I could only imagine how the welts must have looked deeper between her legs, but I could only see so much from my angle. A crimson scarf covered the lower half of the slaves' plum shaped face, shielding all but her downcast eyes.
"She's been chained like that for the past two days. She will not be given food for another and only allowed a few sips of water to keep her from dehydration. Anyone who speaks to her will be the next tethered in her place," Natalia sneered into my ear as if sensing my inquisition.
"There's nothing more pleasing than seeing a defiant piece of the Queen's property set as an example and thrashed between their legs for doing nothing more than relieving themselves onto the floor.
"I can only assume, it won't be long before you are in one of their places. You think you are above your new status. You're always questioning everything. I dare you to question the Queen and see if you are not placed in this hall before a full sentence exits that mouth of yours."
My stomach clenched in trepidation at the idea of being strung up between two stone columns and placed on display. Natalia's grip jerked me onward while I gazed in continuous wonder at the remaining showcased slaves. Our pace quickened towards what I assumed to be the Queen's chambers behind the looming door at the end of the walkway.
The enormous door reached from floor to ceiling. It was guarded on either side by two large, burly, stone faced, men. A sheen of oil coated their chestnut skin, emphasizing the curving of their toned muscles. A dark bronze collar nestled securely around each man's throat and a chastity harness of the same color held their swollen cocks buckled upward, leaving their heavy, hairless, scrotums on display.
The guards each held a long, menacing, black leather whip in their left hand; the snaking end cascaded down, laying curled on the floor where a small knot was formed at the tip. I shivered at the thought of the unfortunate being who had, or in the future, will, be on the receiving end of that lash.
"State your business," the guard on my right boomed.
His deep, menacing voice had my flesh rising in response with goosebumps. Natalia, on the other hand, took on a new persona. She removed her vise grip on my arm and cocked one hip to the side, laying her palm upon it.
"Now, boys, you know why I'm here," her angry tone shifted to a flirtatious banter. A coy smile replaced her previously scowling lips.
"I'm only coming to bless you with my presence and to formally introduce Queen Angelina's newly acquired property. She's here for her naming and beginning of training. You wouldn't want to keep the Queen waiting too long now, would you?"
"We always enjoy your companionship, Natalia," the guard to my left murmured before he knocked once on the immense door behind him.
Only a moment after, the door slid inward a crack; enough to let a warm glow of amber light issue out into the bleak corridor. A hidden figure whispered briefly with the same guard who had knocked, before the door was shut with a muted click.
"The Queen will see you in a moment," the guard announced, from what I assumed to be the given information from the voice behind the door.
"Well then, there is so much that can be done in only a moment," Natalia twirled a lock of her raven hair round her pointer finger and batted her lashes. Both guards chuckled nervously and I watched in amusement as they simultaneously gripped their whip in unease.
I couldn't help but giggle at the senseless acts of flirtation. It was clearly unwelcome, and yet, Natalia all but threw herself upon the men. The way she seemed to lick their brawn figures with only her eyes, stood in absolute contrast with the commands she dictated not even an hour before.
Natalia swung her head in my direction, after the sound departed my lips and I found myself under the scrutiny of three incessant glares. The door to the Queen's chambers opened then, and I expelled a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. I couldn't decide whether I had been saved, or if I were about to enter a lion’s den worse than the one I currently found myself in.