Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Fair Melissa, She Whose Nipples Gushed Milk at the Sight of Death - Part One
This might be the dirtiest thing I've ever written!
The King of Sadistica Island awoke early that morning. A shaft of sunlight peeked through the curtains. His eyes opened wide as he shot up in bed.
“Today’s the day!” He bounded out of bed, wearing only his bright-red long johns, and ran to the window. He threw open wide the curtains, leaned out the window and declared, “Today is the day!”
The people out on the street barely had a chance to respond before the king was off, this time bounding down the halls, skipping like a youth. “Tra-la, tra-la, tra-la!” he chanted, before finally coming to the royal banquet hall. There, waiting for him, was a steaming plate of freshly made pastries, swimming in sugar and sweet syrup.
“Would your majesty care for a glass of milk?” asked a tall, thin servant.
“Yes, please! The food is marvelous, marvelous!”
“My, you’re in a chipper mood,” said the servant, as he poured the milk.
“Yes, and I have every reason to be! Today is the day I’ve been looking forward to all month!”
“Execution Day!” said the king. His eyes twinkled and his rosy cheeks dimpled. “Which reminds me, I need to be off! Ta-ta!”
In another moment, the king was at his royal wardrobe, where he selected his robe and his boots and affixed his crown. He spent a long time gazing at himself in front of the mirror. Finally satisfied, he then drew in a deep breath, reached for his royal scepter, and proceeded to walk with a much more dignified gait toward the royal nursery.
He rapped three times on the large, wooden door. It slowly opened. “Oh, your majesty!” said an old woman. “You honor us with your presence!”
“I thank you, good ma’am. I wish to see your nurse maidens.”
“Is… is this an inspection, lord?”
“Oh… you might say that!”
Inside the brightly colored nursery, babies crawled, drooled, stuck small toys in their mouths. “Hello, young subjects!” said the King in his sing-song-y voice.
"Right this way, yer lordship.” Together, they walked down to a door. The woman opened it slowly. “You’ll want to be quiet, lord, likely to be sleepin babies and all.”
“Of course, of course.” The king whispered, and tiptoed through. Inside, he found several young women in the act of nursing slumbering babies. The youngest woman couldn’t have been more than 17, the oldest no more than 20. Each cradled a sleeping baby, suckling on their naked, full, bountiful bosoms.
The king licked his lips as he gazed at them, and he envied the lips of those young babies, getting to taste such sweet nectar. The first was a brunette with dark eyes. She looked up and bowed slightly, “Your majesty,” she said.
The next woman was a fiery redhead. “Your majesty,” she said, and licked the edges of her lips ever so slightly as she said it.
“Very nice, very nice,” said the king with wide eyes, looking at her large breasts which heaved with each breath.
The third girl was a young blonde woman. Unlike the others, she cradled two babies, one suckling at each nipple. She had by far the largest breasts, smooth and round, and must have been absolutely full of milk. A lock of blonde hair fell down the middle of her face as she looked up at the king. “You like what you see?” she asked.
It took him a moment to put the words together. “Yes, I-I-I I wonder if you would mind accompanying me this afternoon?”
“For what purpose?” she asked sweetly.
The king rubbed his hands together. “Today is execution day,” he said. “I need a fair maiden to sit with me during the festivities.”
She breathed in deep, smiling wide. “Why, I’d be most honored!”
“Wonderful! I’m so happy to hear it! I wonder if you would mind, er…”
“Oh, of course!” She undid the babies’ mouths from her nipples – they made tiny suctioning noises - and passed them onto the next maidens down.
They walked hand in hand down the corridor – the king was so excited, talking wildly about his plans for expanding the kingdom and invading foreign lands.
“Gosh, it must be a wonderful thing, to be king, absolutely wonderful!”
“Oh, yes, it is wonderful. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve always gotten everything I wanted. I remember when I was a young boy, another boy used to knock over my blocks in nursery. I told my mum about it, and she had him fed to wild dogs! The remains were sent to his parents!”
Melissa squealed with laughter. “Is that a true story?” she gasped.. “Wow! To have so much power.. mmm…” She rubbed the king’s mighty arm. “Oh, my…!”
The front of her shirt had just spotted with breast milk, and her nipples were clearly visible through the light fabric. “I’m sorry, that always happens when I get too excited!”
“Oh, no trouble..! What a… wonderful problem to have!”
Finally, they came to the dungeon.
“I should warn you, my dear, it can get a bit rough down here.”
She gripped his arm. “I’m sure you’ll keep me safe!” she said.
“Quite right, m’dear. Quite right.” He opened the door and took a torch from the wall. “Step carefully, the steps can get a bit moist the further one descends.”
They took one step at a time down the winding stone staircase. The torchlight only illuminated a bit at a time. After a while, they began to hear the moans and groans of the imprisoned echoing upward.
Finally, when they got to the bottom, the king unlocked a gate. They walked down another passageway and came to the dungeon. They peered through the bars at the prisoners. Most were quite emaciated, with long beards and longer eyes, wallowing in their filth, their bodies filled with scars and bruises. They gazed out at the king and his mistress sadly.
“Stand up, you worms!” shouted the mighty dungeon master. “Bow in the presence of your betters!”
Melissa smiled. They all looked so pathetic, it made her giggle. “Why were they imprisoned?” she asked.
“Oh, various reasons,” answered the king. “Speaking out against the king, that’s the most popular reason. Some fell behind on their taxes. Some are the children of political dissidents who died before they could fulfill their prison term. And some of them, I just didn’t like the way they looked!”
“I see…” She licked her lips, her eyes twinkling and her bosom heaving. “And how many can I choose to be executed?”
“Er, just one for today. But if you enjoy it, perhaps we could schedule another Execution Day for next week!”
“I know I’ll enjoy it, don’t worry about that. Hmm…” She looked from prisoner to prisoner, each one looked more miserable than the last. How could she decide?
Finally, she pointed at one with her long, thin finger. He was a balding man whose hair had grown very long on one side and was now combed over the top of his head. Also, he appeared to be wearing a pair of diapers. “What’s he in for?”
“Oh, I couldn’t possibly remember…”
“That’s Donald,” said the dungeon-keeper. “He was behind with his ex-wife’s alimony payments. His own daughters ratted him out.”
“Him!” Melissa squealed. “Him!”
“Excellent!” The King turned to the Dungeon-Keeper. “I want him to be ready in one hour.”
“Ready for what?”
“Ready to die, of course!”
Melissa giggled, and she walked out, arm in arm, with the king. “Say that again,” she cooed, rubbing his arms. “I like the way you say that.”
The King deepened his voice, and said with bravado: “Ready to die, of course!”
“Ooohhh… mmm… Whoopsie!” Melissa giggled more, looking down.
Her nipples had begun to leak.
...to be continued!