I was in a complacent mood ... after a fragrant bath with rose petals and the news that our army finally defeated these stinking northern barbarians. Oh yes ... My husband, the Sovereign, did not return from the battlefields, and this, perhaps, was the best news. Still ... to become a regent at a young son of a sovereign ... any sovereign with a spouse dreams about it. Many - many years of absolute freedom and secured old age under the wing of his beloved son.

Lying on pillows in front of the table, I accepted gifts ... loot, taken in that northern country, the name of which I had already forgotten, and my son would never even hear, because there is no longer a country of this, and there will not be. Although the gifts could be richer ... some trinkets made of carved wood, bones, skins (the only thing that deserves attention) poor chased utensils ... My mood began to creep down ... wouldn't there be a single sensible gift? I would come up with a large, well-cut ruby ​​or, at worst, a pearl necklace ... And then they introduced Him. Oh, this barbarian was great! Straw-colored shoulder-length hair, a beard, a muscular torso, wild glitter of burning eyes, some kind of painting rags, which he apparently thought was clothing ... and, of course, his hands in shoes and legs chained.

- Oh, great Mistress! - our military leader appealed, - this is the best of the best warriors among the barbarians and he is ready to fall before you on his knees as a sign of complete submission!

Then the barbarian was struck with a spear shaft under his knees, and willy-nilly, he fell to his knees, despite the fact that his eyes did not express submissiveness, but quite the opposite - the rage of a hunted beast.

“This son of northern forests, the last one in their strong and glorious family,” continued the commander, (I frowned, again they slaughtered the entire adult population of the whole country ... and where, please, get new slaves?), A gift to you , The empress! Dispose of it on your own.

Yes, yes, I thought, but the best thing is to sacrifice it to someone from the huge pantheon of our gods ... so you think? Well, you are mistaken. I will keep this toy for myself. Since you couldn’t bring anything more acceptable for me ...

When the tedious ceremonies were finished, I ordered my slaves to wash the barbarian, shave the hair on his face and put on something decent, and I myself began to eat food and wine.

Less than two hours, as the slaves brought me my gift. Oh yeah! Dramatic changes happened to him. Now the smell of meadow grasses was coming from him, not blood and horse sweat, his face without this terrible beard turned out to be quite the correct form, and his features were very noble. Short pants, embroidered with gold did not hide at all, and even emphasized his masculinity. On the broad chest, golden curly hairs appeared. And this miracle our brave warrior was going to sacrifice? Well, I do not!

On both sides he was held by black slaves and, Gods see, not without difficulty.

I rose from the bed and approached him. She called a gesture to interpreter.

“Translate him,” I said to the interpreter, “that he has nothing more to fear.”

How wrong I was! Having heard the translation, the barbarian snarled something, looking at me frowningly.

- He says, my Lady, that he is not afraid but only prays for death, which is for him deliverance from shameful captivity.

- Oh, you are a brave man! - I thought.

- Translate what can be considered my guest and will not hurt him from me or my servants.

After these words, my barbarian relaxed somewhat and even stopped struggling. I ordered the slaves to let the barbarian go and invited him to the table.

After that there was a pleasant conversation about everything and nothing, he quenched his hunger, I admired him. When he ate and got drunk, I stood up in front of him in full growth and unbuttoned the buckle on my shoulder with a familiar gesture. The silk, gem-embroidered dress fell at my feet, revealing to the gaze of the barbarian my fine-molded figure and dazzling white skin.From such a spectacle my barbarian had tetanus. Then I helped him cope with the strings on his pants and get rid of them. With a sweet smile, I took a silk cord and pulled at the root of its rather big process. He did not even resist ... either he decided that this was necessary, or he simply sorted out the wine ...

And then the fun began. The unsuspecting barbarian, who was already ready to cling to me, was seized by the hands of my faithful slaves and snapped his hands and head into the pads, which they hung on a special chain hanging from the ceiling beam. Thus, the barbarian was fixed in a rather uncomfortable position ... bent over me with a protruding ass. I, without spending time in vain, lay down under him, and, clasping him with my feet, sent his phallus to my amber grotto, in which there was already a surge of overwhelming feelings.

My barbarian, even in such an uncomfortable position, showed himself to the top ... for the first half hour I simply enjoyed the power of the wild beast. Since he could not finish because of the bandaged phallus, I could, in principle, enjoy it endlessly, but this was not enough for me. Obeying a wave of his hand, the captain of the palace guard — my old friend and lover — entered the chambers. Going to the barbarian from behind, he drove his huge flaming phallus into his anus. Oh, how my barbarian howled and twitched! But the chains and my friend did not allow me to hurt, and all his throwing only gave me more and more pleasure. At the end, I experienced a peak of bliss and completely exhausted, but the captain of the guard was still in a rage in his ass. What a bliss it is to see the enraged face of hatred, pain and humiliation above you, and above them the face of love and pleasure! I experienced what a gray-haired warrior was experiencing, for the first time tilting a conquered virgin conquered by him and capturing its depth.

When my friend finished, the barbarian hangs exhausted on chains ... Blood was mixed with seed from his anus, but the phallus was still standing! Then I offered to the most courageous slaves of my house to experience what their lady had experienced, namely ... on the one hand, this is an act of love with the desired, and on the other, the rape of a helpless bound barbarian. And, lo and behold! Immediately there were many couples who want to experience love through the prism of hatred and humiliation. The proud barbarian at first growled, howled and shouted incomprehensible words most similar to curses, but at the end of the day, when his phallus became bluish in color, and the anus turned into an ugly hole, he began to cry helplessly, screaming like a beaten puppy and tears flowed down his cheeks.

Well, the presentation is over. I still broke this proud man. Having ordered the slaves to untie him and remove the silk cord from his swollen penis, I proudly retired to my quarters with the captain of the palace guards. It will be necessary to attach my barbarian to the household ... let him carry water, maybe ... or plant it on a chain? No, I'll make a jester out of him! Beautiful, golden-haired jester fucking herself in the ass with a flute, and then playing on it ... Good idea! I will not hide, many sweet minutes were delivered to me by my barbarian (by the way, I still have to ask him what his name is) and for a long time I will remember his eyes of a hunted beast and humiliated cheekbones.