Malice Maze

You come here you must be open minded. I have a bit of everything I usually do, including bondage, incest, asphyxiation, beastiality, tentacles, and the usual male on female, female on female, and group sex. This Maze is mostly HIGHLY Non Consensual. If any of this bothers you find something else, this will completely offend you. If you are very open minded, please enjoy!

This is the story about five kingdoms and the women they sacrifice to play a game in Malice Maze. The only thing the five girls have in common is that they are Virgins, though as well in common, they are all about to lose that. Now, many are going to argue about this first chapter, Hope is a virgin by standards that she has never had a man insert something into her. She has only been with a woman in her life, so by standards, she is a virgin and it is why she is slipping past the rule.

This story is a sequel to The King's Concubine, though indirectly and you do not have to read it to understand this story, though characters will make an appearance. This is also the prequel to Celestine and Rivalen (not on AFF) and Eldora and the Three Kings (not on AFF). All are stand alone stories, but to read them all would be to understand even more, or just fun to connect characters.

Many of the scenarios are scenes I have seen or read and decided to change to fit my story. If I remember I will give credit where credit is do, but often I just forget *blush* so you may always e-mail me and remind me if you see something. Characters (the five girls, kings, etc.) are my characters for the most part.

First initial credit before the story begins: Queen Andais has gained her name and much of her looks from Laurell K. Hamilton's Queen Andais from the Meredith Gentry series. She remains a minor character and a few of her traits are my own creations, but for the most part Queen Andais's character I owe thanks to Laurell K. Hamilton for.


Okay, really, here is the first chapter now!

Chapter 1
Hope’s Beginning

Hope stood on the balcony of the Queen’s chambers and looked out upon the many faceted walls, the world surrounding the fortress known as a castle unseen from her place so high. Hope was always told that the outside world was scary, but Hope could not remember the world outside of the walls. She was raised in the castle to become a mistress of whatever ruler was in power, and the ruler in power was Queen Andais, a cruel mistress who preferred the company of women over men. Sometimes she was aggressive, sometimes was submissive, but always with Hope she was a top. She wanted to hear hope cry and murmur and scream, writhing without orgasm upon her silk sheets.

Hope now awaited the queen’s return from her formal meeting with visiting royalty. Hope was always dying to ask her mistress what of the world outside. The fairies ruled in the castle, but was it true the rumors she heard, of vampires and demons, of werewolves and witches? Were there mortals out there just like Hope?

Hope did not feel the queen’s black eyes upon her back, staring at the bare tanned back, the perfect golden skin that went with the perfectly golden hair. The light blue Hope wore as a shift that covered just the most intimate parts of her body were showed off the perfect coloring of the woman before her. Hope may have been past twenty but she was definitely very young minded. As far as the queen knew to be true, and it was, Hope had only ever been with the queen since she was fifteen. She had never even known the kiss of a real man. The queen loved it.

Hope turned, the sun setting behind the walls and giving off only a moderate hue of gold behind her, almost like a halo, her soft amber eyes turning towards the dark queen. The queen was better suited to the rumors of a vampire. She was all pale skin and black hair and eyes, her body too thin, verging on emaciated. Hope looked downright plump compared to her, and Hope was thin by mortal standards. The only things larger on the queen were her breasts, breasts that were twice the size of Hope’s handfuls. Hope felt shamed by this but would not allow herself to wallow.

“You seem unhappy, Butterfly,” Andais said smoothly, undressing from her black silk dress in front of Hope casually, as if she had always been naked in front of the young woman. Andais had not aged in one hundred years and as Hope grew older she knew she would one day appear older than the woman who could live for five lifetimes more. “What is wrong?”

“Nothing, your majesty,” Hope quickly amended. “I was just admiring the beauty of the sun.”

Andais smirked and sat upon her bed, laying back and showing off the beautiful paleness of her body and the black curls that covered between her thighs. Hope watched Andais move with little enjoyment, though her body still reacted to Andais in a way she loathed.

“Hope, my love, I have bargained you for a game,” Andais laughed without any compunction or inclination to soften the blow. “I have lost you to a maze, and the only way I can have you back is for you to exit the maze peacefully.” Andais sat up on her bed and looked over at the younger woman. “They were expecting me to go but as you can see I just can not afford to leave my kingdom unwatched by my keen eye.”

“Of course, Your Majesty,” Hope said with a slight curtsey. “I will do whatever you wish of me.”

Andais let out a laugh that echoed off of the walls and shook Hope’s very marrow. She slid off of her bed and stepped over to the golden girl and wrapped an arm around Hope’s waist and pulled her tight against her. Andais’s lips found Hope’s and Hope gave in to the kiss, a kiss without prelude, a kiss that would mean in only a moment Hope would be writhing under the good queen’s fingers. Hope grew wet and needy and fell to the bed with a very weak push from the queen. The queen straddled her mistress and pushed up the shift revealing the golden curls between Hope’s thighs and the slight drip that Andais loved. Andais’s mouth found that wetness and spread Hope’s legs, pushing them high until her knees brushed her shoulders.

“I want you,” Andais said thickly, sliding down Hope’s body until her mouth covered the beautiful hole, her tongue licking around inside of her. Hope screamed out at the feel of the thick muscle working over the wet walls of her body, Hope shuddered at Andais’s finger moving over her clit and rubbing it hard, circling it over and over, pressing with enough weight to have Hope dripping, but not enough to cause any sort of pain. “I want you to promise me something.” Andais ran her long tongue over the lips of Hope’s pussy and Hope writhed further.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Hope said breathlessly, trying to curl away and towards Andais all at once. Andais refused to let her move and let one strong hand press Hope’s thighs into a position that would make it uncomfortable for the young mistress to move away from.

“Promise me,” Andais slammed her finger into Hope’s body, fast, the long digit reaching in, the nails scraping slightly, then tickling. The sensation had Hope’s body bucking up, despite the weight pushing her down. “Promise me you will return to me.”

“Of course I will,” Hope sighed on a hoarse moan that came out at the instant of Andais’s tongue finding her clit and switching it back and forth. Hope screamed out at the ceiling and cried at the sensation and knew as Andais brought her closer that Hope would soon lose.

“Say you promise,” Andais insisted. Her finger went in and out of Hope, the tight walls slicking down the digit.

“I promise!” Hope screamed into the growing darkness, “I promise, Your Majesty, I will return to you!”

Andais smiled and stopped all administrations of Hope’s body just that fast. She stood and allowed Hope to catch her breath and relax upon the bed. “That is what I wanted to hear,” she smiled at Hope. “Now, return to your room and send Anita up here so she can finish me off.”

Hope rolled off of the bed, her lower regions aching and swollen with a need to be finished, but Andais would never allow it. The mistresses and lovers were not allowed to finish themselves off, or allowed to have anyone else do the job for them. The only lover they were allowed is whoever held power, and unfortunately for the lot of them, it was Andais. The men who were the trained lovers were never even given a chance.

“Be dressed early tomorrow,” Andais ordered of Hope before she left the room. “I need to have you at your appointment at a certain arranged time.”

Hope knew she would not be allowed to ask questions, she knew that whatever Andais had in mind could not be pleasant, and she knew she would never avoid the promise she had made to the queen. Hope was lost in a world the queen had created for her twenty years ago, and now she was bid to do the queen’s bidding, with little to no choice. If Hope even dared to ask a question now she would be given worse punishment than not being allowed to orgasm.

“As you wish,” Hope acquiesced and stepped out of the room to find Anita.