The last thing you recall before being locked up in this horrible place was walking through an extremely large and ornate wooden gate, with nothing but the clothes on your back, a few basic supplies, some money, and a carefree, yet determined attitude. Your parents were peasant farmers, who endured backbreaking labor for little compensation for their efforts, and even though you were young and small of frame, once you had turned of age, you decided that you would travel, and make a life for yourself elsewhere.
You were foolish.
Your eyes couldn't take in it's surroundings, as the only light available was a lonely torch that wasn't even in your line of sight. It's dull orange glow crept around a corner, and that only thing you could see was the silhouette of the bars of your prison cell. It felt like an eternity since they've captured you, and, and your condition reflected your recent mistreatment. You were chained up by your wrists and ankles, back against a cold stone wall, wearing only a rough tunic that was too large for your body. Your throat was parched and you haven't eaten for days, let alone had a sip of water. What was worse, is that you were pretty sure you've sustained a blow to the head, as you foggily tried to remember what got you into this whole mess.
The first thing you've noticed in your short time inside the large-gated city was the abundance of women, but failed to notice the absolute absence of men. Every woman you passed by looked at you as if you were a rare creature, some choosing to talk in hushed tones, some choosing to turn away completely, and some even giving you a sultry and inviting look, with hungry eyes. But you weren't there for a woman... yet... but instead was looking for a job, and surely such a large and populated city would have some accommodations for a stranger. It was at one of the market stalls that you had managed to strike up a conversation with an alluring lady, who offered you an odd job, as well as a warm room once the task was completed. A simple job, deliver a small sack to the innkeeper at the district of arts, in the northern part of the city, where you would be staying the night. As you walked, you thought to yourself, "What a kind lady, I must be sure to thank her once I've delivered this," but alas, you've failed to realize what was going on around you, and suddenly, you lost consciousness. As you were being dragged off, you barely registered that you were being held by two female guards, before slipping back into the darkness.
You snapped out of your trance as you heard footsteps approaching. "Two of them, probably those women that captured me," you thought to yourself. They brought a torch with them, which tortured your deprived eyes, and had to squint to look at them. Each of them were powerfully built, standing at each 6 feet tall, almost an entire foot above you. As one unlocked the door, the other one spoke.
"Wake up prisoner, the queen demands to see you," she barked.
"W-w-what? Why? I-I did nothing w-wrong!" you stammered.
"You were caught with maps of our kingdom, here in this sack," she retorted.
"Wait! Those aren't mine! Someone gave them to me!" you said, attempting to defend yourself.
"We'll see about that," said the other guard.
"W-what are you going t-to do with m-me?" you said, fear taking it's grip on your stomach.
"Oh, we won't do anything, but the queen..." And the guards looked at each other, and started to laugh.
As they undid your shackles, they each hoisted you up roughly underneath each of your arms, and unceremoniously dragged your body down the hallway. After what seemed to be about a hundred stairs, the guard on your left opened a wooden door, and light flooded in, blinding you. You shut your eyes, praying that whatever fate had in store, that it would be merciful. The guard on your right heard your gentle prayer, and mocked you. After another set of doors, you were inside of a large stone castle, where the number of guards multiplied greatly, and they all looked at you with disgust. After another flight of stairs, the three of you stop in front of a set of beautiful 20 foot aged-oak doors, with intricate carvings and gold castings. There were two more guards stationed in front of the doors, wielding light steel armor and equipped with spears. They knocked on the doors, and after a short pause and with much effort, they opened the doors. Once again blinded by bright lights, you closed your eyes, and the guards walked you inside. They deposited you on the floor, and quickly shut the doors behind you, where they slammed shut. As your eyes adjusted to the light in the room, your eyes lay on the sight before you. A towering woman, maybe 11 feet tall, with black flowing hair which extended down to the middle of her back stared at you with piercing blue eyes. She was the definition of beauty, as her face was perfectly sculpted, her eyes were deep pools of sapphire blue, and her lips were a ruby red. She wore a thick red robe, regal and elegant, and a small gold circlet with a rather large diamond in the center.
All of a sudden, the Queen removed her robe. You were not prepared for the sight that was underneath. As her robe collapsed to the floor, she revealed her body, with long legs, a shapely ass, a flat and sculpted stomach. She was built powerfully, yet despite that, she was extremely feminine. She wore a smallcloth underneath her robe, which covered her privates, but her breasts were on display, and they held your gaze. The Queen had titanic breasts, which defied the very laws of nature and physics as well. Her robe did an amazing job at concealing her body, as you had no clue what was underneath. Each of her breasts were larger than your body, and stood proud and firm on her chest.
"So, you think you can spy on my kingdom?" She asked, quite calmly.
"No! Of course not your majesty! I am only a traveler, and I know not of spying, nor your kingdom!" You answered.
She placed her finger on her plush lips, and considered everything so far, your stature, your face and your words. After an agonizingly long pause, she lowered her finger and said...
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