Dungeon Mistress

The Dungeon Mistress was merely a legend that parents told their children about in order for them to behave, outside the castle walls. Inside she was greatly feared, for good reason. With one stare she could make a grown man cry and with one smile she could make him ejaculate. The Queen knew what she was doing when she put her in charge of the dungeons. The Queen knew the depths of women's minds, the cruelty they could imagine, the pain they could endure and more to the point, the more they could make men suffer. When she wanted a man punished, she knew that the Dungeon Mistress would do her duty, do it well and make her proud. After all, it was her daughter.

She had an illegitimate child when only at the age of 14. The brute that had raped her, was hung, drawn and quartered, his remains then fed to the dogs. He had been a good and caring uncle until then. Until then, she had adored men, done anything for them and doted upon her father. Her nurse had made sure that the baby was well cared for, but her parents (the then King and Queen) made sure no one knew of this un-holy birth. Unable to ever see her child, she slowly became withdrawn. Her hate for men and all that they were grew inside, turning into twisted balls of hate. She hated her father for letting HIM rape her; she hated her mother for loving this man. That is when she went to the dungeons, that is where she learnt that torturing other human beings, other men especially, was a means of pleasure. The Dungeon Master had taught her the most callous tricks, to make the instruments even more painful, to let the prisoners live with the pain as long as possible, he had taught her how to make men suffer.
It wasn't until she turned 27, when her own mother had died that she had a sudden enlightenment. That men DID serve a purpose. They could in fact be good creatures. It was on her father's deathbed that he managed to tell her that even though his own brother had harmed her, he had not been any part of it. He had not known he had been touching her, he certainly did not know of his nightly bed hopping and it was HE that had ordered his death.
She asked him the whereabouts of her daughter; the one that nurse took away.
"Why, my dearest, she never left the castle. She was cared for by the stable hand and his family, his wife unable to bear children herself was eager to have a beautiful baby girl."
"Father, I'm so sorry for all my hatred towards you. And mama."
"I'm….just glad you're here now…" he smiled and looked deeply into her reddened eyes.
"Yes, father, I'm here now. Father? FATHER NOOO!!!!"

Being their only child, she was now rightful heir to the throne. She made it her first job to seek out this stable hand, and have his daughter come to her.
She looked at herself in the mirror, wondering if it was the right thing to do when there was a knock at her door.
"Enter"
The door opened to reveal hervantvant, Emily.
"Ah, Emily, my dearest…"
"If I may interrupt Ma'am, your guest arrived early."
She stepped aside to reveal not the girl herself, but her shadow. Looming over the wall she seemed monstrous and when she appeared the new Queen nearly fainted. Just over 6ft tall, with long auburn hair falling into curls at her shoulders, her eyes a deep emerald green her legs seemed to go on forever.
"You called for me?"
She obviously had not been taught the rules of etiquette for she had not even curtsied. The Queen smiled.
"Yes, yes I did. Come in, make yourself comfortable."
She strode in and sat down upon a small chair by the window. Her knees almost up at her chin.
"So what do they call you?"
"My parents call me Genevieve, my friends…my friend calls me Gen." She looked down at her enormous feet.
"Why my precious, do you look so sad?"
"Why haou sou summoned me?" She looked up into the Queen's eyes noticing for the first time, eyes very much like her own.
"How would you like to live with me? Here. In this castle."
Gen looked almost dumbstruck.
"What?"
"I know you're only 13, but I wish to take on another servant. One I can trust completely, one that I can call upon to do my will."
"You're offering me a job?" Gen couldn't help but snigger childishly.
"No my dear, I'm offering you a new home," A smirk began to spread ac the the Queen's lips. She knew her plan was beginning to take shape "you shan' any any work until I know you are ready."
"Live here and not do any work? When can I start?" Gen now openly laughed at such an offer. From sleeping upon straw to mattresses, from eating stray dogs and all the bread that they could muster…to luxury!
"Emily!"
Her servant duly entered, curtsying to display her ample bosom and smiling at the Queen.
"Yes Ma'am?"
"I'd like you take Genevieve, I hope you can call her Gen, to her room."
"Yes Ma'am. At once." Emily curtsied again and motioned for Gen to follow.
Once outside, Gen slapped her back and laughed.
"What a fool! Letting me stay here? For nothing! What's that all about? There must be some catch!" Gen had grown up wise enough to know that you didn't get something for nothing.
"I'll show you when we get to your room." Emily flashed her smile at Gen; she had always liked tall women. Gen just looked on, curious to find out what was to happen.