Malice Maze

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Chapter 11
The Queen’s Hope

“Your Majesty…” Hope trailed off, seeing the long black hair of the queen, the slender backside, the proper stance in a bedroom well used. Hope looked behind her to the door she had come through and saw that it was no longer there. There were no doors, not even the usual door that lead to the hallways. Hope ran to the window and looked out upon nothingness. Blackness so thick and dark she felt it would swallow her. She reached out to the blackness, to feel it, and her hand would not move through it. The blackness was a force that acted as a wall. All that existed here was the room and the queen, and possibly Hope.

“Hope.” The voice was so like the queen’s it seemed real, but Hope had spent over five years knowing that voice in the deepest throws of passion or the tightest of anger, or even in her bits of nonchalance. Hope knew the voice behind her was not the queen.

Hope turned to the woman so much like Andais it scared her, the pit of her stomach rolling about in circles at the though, but this woman was not Andais. Andais would never have stood with a sheet draped over the front of her body, she would have stood proud in her nudity. Andais would never have stood slightly crouched seductively, Andais would have stood tall.

“Andreah?” Hope asked speculatively.

The Other Queen smiled at Hope and sat upon the bed, keeping the sheet wrapped tight about the front of her body, keeping every sexual part hidden from Hope’s eyes. Hope did not seem to mind, she was tired of being abused by Queens, and had not realized it until this very moment.

“That is Queen Andreah, Hope darling,” Andreah pointed out. “Just because you are very familiar with my sister does not mean I want you so familiar with me, not yet, at least.”

Hope felt the lump in her throat come upwards and she cursed herself for never being outspoken enough. She leaned against the blackened window, the one she would never be allowed through, and wondered on how to escape this nightmare… but was it such a nightmare? So far nothing had happened.

“Look, Queen Andreah, I do not know how I came to be here, but I know that this is all some nightmarish trick by Malice Maze,” Hope said quietly.

Andreah gave off a hearty laughed very reminiscent of the sister whom Hope shared her body with. Andreah stretched her arms over her head and the sheet she wore about her body slipped down into her lap, leaving her perfect breasts bared, breasts very much like Andais. “Hope, you know nothing of Malice Maze at all, do you?”

“I know this is more punishment for being Andais’s lover than it is a personal vendetta against me.”

Andreah laughed once again, a rich sound that filled the room. “You are very outspoken today. From what my sister told me you are always so very quiet.”

“I had been raised to be the queen’s lover,” Hope pointed out, “my queen, not you. I was raised to be exactly what she would desire. I have no compunctions to just giving in to you.”

“Hope, in your sheltered life, have you ever learned anything about Malice Maze?” Andreah asked less than offended by the tone Hope was taking with her.

Hope was running out of steam. “No,” she said honestly.

“The Maze has been used as a punishment very many times,” Andreah pointed out. “A murderer will be thrown in to the Maze and live through the very way he murdered his victim, over and over again. A rapist will be raped. A noble will be deemed poor. This Maze is nothing but a mind fuck for those it wishes to fuck with.

“Warriors, however, come down here and fight only what they can kill. It is a game where each creature grows a little stronger. The warrior fights for his, or her, life until the creature they fight has died. However, there is no real risk involved in it.

“Women who want to become pregnant come into the Maze to seek fertility, and I will tell you nothing of what they do down in the Maze, but they come out, make love to their husbands, and are pregnant a day later.

“This Maze is whatever Dralnu wants it to be.”

“I… I see,” Hope stuttered. What had she done that she deserved to be punished in this way? To be thrown in a Maze that turns your own thoughts against you.

“No, you do not,” Andreah laughed. “Do you know why you were chosen?”

“Andais chose me.”

“Because…”

“I am a virgin.” Hope’s realization did not hit her until the words slipped out of her mouth. “No, he can’t mean to…”

“You will lose your virginity in this maze,” Andreah pointed out to the terrified girl.

“But… but…”

“You are here with me?” Hope could only nod to Andreah’s question. Andreah smiled and stood, the sheet falling away from her body and pooling at her feet. Hope forgot all about the sheet as she stared at Andreah’s body.

“You… you are a… but…”

“I am a hermaphrodite,” Andreah explained, her hand moving up her silken thighs to grip the quivering hardness, so much like a man’s, in her hand. She rubbed her hands up and down it, the thickness growing larger with Andreah’s very touch to her own flesh. “I am both male and female; I can produce heirs both ways. I can be fun to both men and women. Tonight, it is a woman I will pleasure.”

Hope searched desperately for an escape. Her heart was pounding hard in her chest and her body was not reacting to this, at least not the way Andreah had hoped. Hope was shivering with raw nerve and wished she could throw herself out the window.

“I…I don’t think I will get any pleasure from that,” and Hope could not stop herself from pointing at the hardened member that Andreah had yet to release. Something about watching Hope stutter, watching Hope lose her balance as Andreah gazed at her only made Andreah harder and want more. She loved weak girls, especially weak girls who first attempted to be stronger than they were.

“Do you get pleasure from what Andais does to you?” Andreah asked, taking a step towards Hope.

“Yes…” Hope answered honestly. “But it…”

“Is never enough?” Andreah finished for her. “Oh, I know how my dear sister is. She wants to be the only one to come, the only one to gain pleasure from the sexual experience. I, on the other hand, like to watch my victims writhe with their orgasms. She thinks not making you cum makes you weak, I think it makes you stronger. Already you showed more backbone than you supposedly have. I am going to take that away from you.”

Andreah leaped without warning and tackled Hope to the ground. Hope tried to claw at the woman, to push her away from her body, but Andreah was over her in an instant, tearing at the blue shift Hope had worn for Andais, and for the Maze. Andreah, despite her frail figure, was strong and had Hope naked and pinned beneath her in no time. “Relax,” Andreah told her, “right now I am only going to do to you the many things my sister has done to you.” Hope physically relaxed, unsure if it was of her own accord or if it was something about the Maze’s magic. Either way she allowed Andreah to move down her body, to caress her tongue up Hope’s thigh, to find the glittering gold between her thighs and the liquid cream between them. Hope allowed Andreah to flick her tongue over her clit and like all of the times with Andais Hope forgot she hated this, forgot she wanted to be elsewhere. The only thought in her head was the heat in her lower regions, the swelling of her own feminine organs, needs that needed to be met, and Andreah gave her the first promise of release.

Andreah flicked and tickled Hope’s clit with her tongue, her fingers wrapped around Hope’s thighs and pulling her close and enjoying the suckling of the tender piece of flesh. Hope cried out in ecstasy and rode the wave of pleasure that went through her, Andreah’s hands an even quicker study of pleasure.

Hope grew hotter and with every flick of Andreah’s tongue, with every massage of her fingers that slowly moved from her thighs to under her ass, Hope wanted more and wanted that sweet release that Andreah promised her. Andreah lifted Hope, dragging her forward, lifting her own head so she could kiss upon Hope’s breasts, suckling at the nipples, pushing herself between Hope’s thighs. Hope did not realize what the true intent was until she felt that throbbing head rub against her opening, slipping against the silky folds before starting to move inside of her. Hope, remembering herself, bucked and began to fight.

“No!” she cried out and thrashed, bringing her hands up to fight Andreah off.

“Yes,” Andreah insisted, using her hands to clasp Hope’s wrists over her head. In a fluid trained movement Andreah slid her cock into Hope’s body and pushed as far as she could go, across the walls, in further until she was at the hilt, the entire shaft taken in by Hope’s virginal body. Hope cried out and shuddered around it. Andreah did not move, only held where she was as Hope’s body continued to shudder, trying to reject the object inside of her, unused to the foreign greatness that filled her.

When Hope’s body calmed, when her body accepted the hardness inside of her, Andreah began the real enjoyment. She pulled her cock slightly out, enough to slide along those walls again and to hear Hope’s sigh of relief, but then she was back in, filling her up with the cock again, sliding it deeper. Hope cried out, more pleasure than pain, enjoying the feel of the entrance. Andreah moved inside of Hope like something that belonged there and Hope wondered how all along she was growing so needy at just Andais’s fingers. Hope forgot all about her stint as Andais’s mistress and could now only focus on the thrusting body of Andreah, whose breasts were jiggling over Hope’s face. The breasts brushed up and down her cheek as Andreah moved lower, thrusting her hips in and out of Hope’s body. Hope wrapped her arms around Andreah and began to enjoy the ride, though sexual confusion would be high in her mind any other time. Andreah and Hope glued together, their breasts moving until they were pressed against one another, moving one up one down as they met one another thrust for thrust. Andreah pulled and Hope pushed and the two found a rhythm in the raw need of another body.

Andreah filled Hope and Hope cried out in joy of it. Andreah thrusted with a speed that Hope was not used to and Hope leaned back and took it. The heat drew closer to the surface, the swelter of lovemaking teasing Hope’s whole body. She shuddered and convulsed with a raw need and suddenly, for the first time in her life, she let go, her toes pointing towards the ceiling, her body arching into Andreah’s, and she came. She screamed and dripped with the orgasm while Andreah did the same to Hope, the seed of something that should have none dripping into Hope’s body, the hardened cock dripping out and still thrusting until every last drop was inside of Hope. Both women fell to the floor breathless and tired, but Andreah refused to move from Hope’s body.

Behind Andreah the door reappeared against the wall, beckoning to Hope for her to go back into the corridor of the Maze. Hope looked from Andreah to the door, confused.

“Don’t go,” Andreah told her, though she did not fight to keep her in the circle of her arms. “Going through that door means you choose Andais.”

Hope shook her head, reaching for her shift and pulling it over her head. “No,” she whispered. “No, I do not choose Andais. I want to know, Andreah, if it can be this good with you, how will it be with a real man?”

“If you leave me now you will never have me again,” Andreah pointed out.

“I do not believe for an instant I really had you in the first place,” Hope snapped. “If this was real why would you be waiting for me? Why would you be expecting me to come to you from the Maze? No, I need to go on so I can escape.”

Hope reached for the door handle, gripping it tight in her hand. She wished, very much, that she had thought about Andreah’s last words before stepping through the door so hastily.

“Be sure of what you choose, Hope, reality is closer than you think.”

On the other side the throbbing of being broken screamed from between Hope’s legs, telling her the soreness was there to stay. That was when she began to think… was this real?