The Executed Queen

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. All characters are original and are owned by me. Any resemblance of anyone, living, dead or. . . otherwise, is purely coincedental and unintentional. Further, murder, rape and torture aren’t just immoral, they’re also illegal.

I guess I should probably start off by telling you my name. My name is Temlin, King Temlin II to be precise. When my older brother Ramak died, without a male heir, the throne passed to, his drop-dead gorgeous, curvacious, blue eyed, blonde, wife, Nikka, the same Nikka that now languished in chains in my dungeon, and would be publicly beheaded tomorrow. Nikka was well loved by the common people, but my advisors and nobility wanted to see her dead. My cousin, Duke Keth, had wanted her hanged as soon as I seized the throne, and imprisoned her, five days ago, but I wanted to make her execution public. Now as I listened to nobles, I couldn’t get my mind off of Nikka. Just thinking about her execution excited me. Baroness Belora was prattling on and on about riots and uprisings. I barely heard. I despised the large woman but her late husband had long supported my family. There was a rumor that my late brother was going to strip her of her title and lands for her cruelty against her people…my people. The truth is, I was going to strip all the nobles of land and titles and appoint a new nobility, after Nikka’s execution, of course. Without responding, I rose and exited the throne room by the ‘secret’ door behind the throne. My bodyguard closed around me and Keth followed, his personal guard half a step behind him. We entered my private chamber. My cupbearer handed me my cup. I handed it back to her. She drank a mouthful from it and handed it back to me. Keth and I chatted and laughed for over an hour. Eventually, the discussion turned toward Nikka and tomorrow’s festivities.
“I tell ya’ Temlin, I’m really looking forward to seeing that bitch’s head drop into the basket.”
“I agree. How much d’ya’ think she’ll beg?”
“I dunno. You know what I will miss about ‘er?”
“What’s that,” I asked surprised. I knew he hated Nikka.
“Nuthin’!” We both laughed. There was a long pause, neither really having anything more to say. The only sound to be heard, was the redhead on her knees giving Keth, what appeared to be, an unsatisfying blowjob. We looked up at each other, instantly knowing what the other was thinking. The attractive redhead received a savage kick to her face and we rose, leaving the room quickly. A guard lit the torch as we approached and we followed him down the stairs, past the prison level and into the lightless depths. The door opened slowly with a loud creek. The prisoner hadn’t seen any light for quite some time. The guard handed me the torch and was dismissed. Keth and I looked at each other. This would be fun! ‘Queen’ Nikka had a trough for water and one for food.
“Your Majesty, you look awful,” I said mockingly. She looked up from where she was on the floor, misery, pain and humiliation were etched on her pretty, dirty, greasy and sweaty face. Keth strode over and delivered a hard kick to her side.
“Kneel before your King, cunt.” He roared, kicking her again. Nikka grimaced in pain and struggled to her knees. When she finally made it, Keth kneed her, hard in the chin knocking her back. He then yanked her to her feet by grabbing her upper right arm, and half dragged her towards me, dumping her unceromniously at my feet. I slid my right foot forward. She understood what she was to do. Looking down at her, and feeling her velvety tongue running up and down my foot was awakening my cruelty.
“One toe at a time,” I instructed. Slowly, my big toe slid into her mouth, “Eyes up here,” I ordered. Her lovely blue eyes met mine. When she was done with my right foot, I had a raging hard on. Keth looked over at me and knew what I was thinking. He grabbed Nikka under the stomach and pulled back on her thighs, essentially putting her on all fours. I grabbed her hair and pulled her face so my cock was sitting against her lips. Keth’s cock on the other hand was thrust into her unprotected virgin ass.
“Keth, if you would please,” I said. He nodded and slapped Nikka’s ass as hard as he could.
“Suck the royal sceptre cunt,” he said slapping her hard with each word. Nikka screamed out in pain. It was the opportunity I was looking for. I slammed into her mouth and hit the top of her throat. I used her once wonderful, glorious, golden blonde hair to great effect as I rode “Queen” Nikka’s face for several minutes. As I felt myself ready to cum I pulled her head forward until her chin was resting against my balls
“Keep looking at me when I cum cunt, or I’ll remove your clit,” I said as I felt myself start to gush. I stared into her beautiful blue eyes as she swallowed my load. Keth, it seems was just finishing up at roughly the same time. I walked around to stand beside Keth. Bloody sperm oozed from Nikka’s ass. I placed my foot on her ass and pressed down. The disgusting mixture squirted out until it ran dry. Keth, meanwhile had gone to stand in font of the humiliated, broken, condemned, beauty, leaving no doubt to his intentions.
“Clean me. ‘Your Majesty’. If I feel so much as a single tooth, we’ll tear them all out.” Nikka leaned forward, stuck out her tongue and began licking Keth, “I SAID “CLEAN ME’ YOU INCOMPITENT FUCKIN’ BITCH,” He roared. Without waiting for any sort of response from her, he grabbed her dirty, greasy hair and pulled her onto his cock and rocked back and forth.
“I was wrong, there is something I’ll miss about this bitch,” Keth said with a smirk. He pulled out of her mouth, slapped her hard across the face, and shoved himself back into her mouth. Amazingly, Keth came again. I wasn’t interested in messy seconds but I did want to fuck her pussy. Though I just came I thought that being buried hilt deep in her cunt would get me off again...and I was right. If I had intended to let Nikka live, I would’ve betted on her becoming pregnant. Unfortunately I was drained. I knew I wouldn’t be able to cum again, even for Nikka. I left breifly and returned five minutes later, to find Keth still spanking her. I let him continue for a few more minutes, because I was enjoying it too much to have it stop. But as the saying goes: ‘All good things must come to an end’,” I said before closing the door and leaving her in utter darkness one more time.
* * *
The early morning mist had burned away by the time I awoke. It was to be a busy morning. Besides Nikka’s beheading, her brother and sister-in-law, Sir Robbert and the Lady Samina, were being hanged. Her brother was being hanged so he couldn’t make a claim to the throne. Nikka’s attractive sister-in-law was being hanged simply because I thought she’d look so much more attractive, dangling on the end of a noose. I read the crimes against her brother.
“Sir Robbert you have been tried and convicted of HighTreason. You are hereby sentenced to death. Have you anything to say before the sentence is caried out?” he stared out ahead. “No? Executioner, carry out the sentence.” I watched his bound wife scream as th trapdoor opened and the noose did it’s job. His neck was broken. His wife, the lovely Samina, was brought up and stood on the second trapdoor. Her feet were bound at the ankles, wrists still bound behind her back. The noose was placed over her neck and the executioner, gently removed her hair from the knot. At last, she was ready. I stepped back to read the fabticated crimes for which she was being hanged.
“Lady Samina, you have been charged, and convisted of insurection. You have been senenced to death for your crimes. Have you anything to say before the sentence is carried out?” Samina like her husband said nothing, but tears were falling. “No? Well then, in that case, executioner, you may carry out the sentence.” I was right, Samina did look much more lovely with a noose around her broken neck.
“And now, for the main event,” I announced. The prison doors swung open. I was even stunned. Nikka had been cleaned and washed. She was ‘escorted’ to the chopping block. She was wearing a simple white sleeveless tunic I was walking towards the chopping block as well. Nikka’s bound hands were also carrying a basket.
“Lady Nikka stands accused and convicted of High Treason and regicide. She has been sentenced to death, has the accused anything to say before the sentence is carried out?” I asked. She looked at me
“Just get on with it you asshole,” she spat out venemously.
“Nothing at all?” I mocked. “Well then, let’s get this show on the road. On your knees you Royal Bitch. She was kicked in the back of her knees. Her head was laid in place. I forced her neck into the slight indent and made sure her once again, glorious, blonde, hair was out of the way.
“Executioner carry out the sentence.” The massively heavy axe was raised and began to fall. There was a satisfying crunch and ‘Queen’ Nikka’s severed head dropped into the basket.