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“Little girl,” the dark queens shrill voice echoes throughout the castle.

“Yes Mistress,” I call back as I run towards her voice. I am in the outfit she demanded of me. Stilettos (she likes the way they click as I near her), a very short pencil skirt, and a white blouse with the buttons undone, but it must be tucked into my skirt. If I am unprofessional in front of the queen I will be dealt with appropriately. Or so she said when I gave myself to her last night.

I near her, and slow my pace to a walk, as I enter the dining room. She is sitting at the head of the table. I walk towards her until I am a few feet away.

“37.4 seconds, you made good timing,” she giggles as she looks down at her watch. “I see your outfit is as I told you to wear it.”

“Thank you Mistress,” I say as I curtsey for her.

“Good girl, now turn and bend over, I want you holding your ankles.”

I quickly turn and bend over, I feel my skirt rise completely, my entire ass and pussy on display for her. I feel her spread my legs further with a smooth wooden object, I oblige but my legs begin to buckle. She swats my inner thigh when it shakes making my cry in pain. Soon I feel the smooth wooden object enter my pussy. She begins to fuck me with it slowly as she continues to speak.

“Your pussy is hairy,” she states.

“Yes Queen it is,”

“Yes, I suspected as much, we will give you a full makeover, you will be pampered, I have invited the noble women over to assist.”

“Assist how?”

“They will watch you receive your makeover, because this can not do,” she says fucking me harder.

“When will they be here?” I ask.

“30 minutes, we will finish up here and I will take you to where it will happen.”

“When will we be finished here?”

“Either when you cum, or when I’m bored with your little cunt,” she tells me. “Plus I have more to tell you, for example, once this makeover is over you must make sure you keep yourself in that state. Many things will need to be redone, hair does grow back and what not, but you are responsible of telling me so I can organise it. Think of yourself as my property, my doll, pet, or even potential personal assistant, you must be up to my standards at all times, otherwise you will be reprimanded.”

“Yes Queen,” I say and she stops fucking me and pulls the rod out.

“Get on your hands and knees,” she commands her voice raspy.

I do as she says before I feel her hands all over my clit. She plays with my clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. I begin to feel my orgasm grow, and rise. She continues as she sees my body react, getting more aggressive as I go. I soon finish all over her hands and she begins to laugh at me. Her cackles reverberate as she continues to touch my wet pussy.

“Take your shirt off,” she commands, and I do. She takes it from my hands and begins to wipe her hands with it. She then grabs me by the hair and makes me crawl backwards. “You dirtied the floor,” she says as she pushes my head toward the hard wood. “Lick.”

I lap my own cum off of her floor, she seems pleased.

“Good kitty.” She laughs. The Queen lets go of my head and I sit up. She also takes my skirt leaving me in nothing but heels.

The Queen soon leads me through the palace naked, all the guards, and staff get a good look of my naked body. She laughs at me as I blush which makes me want to crawl away. As we make the long walk she caresses me. Touching my lower back, running her hands over my ass. Her fingers gliding up and down my spine.

Soon we arrive at a set of doors. The Queen opens them together, stepping through, making her entrance known. The 15 or so noble women stand on her arrival and all curtsey before sitting back down again.

They seem to smirk when I am pulled into the room, their eyes gazing all over me.

“I’m pleased to gather you all hear today to watch my new personal assistant be pampered so she may be ready for her roll within the palace.”

All the women clap in response.

I am led by a woman in a white dress to a small stage a few feet away from where the women sit. She motions for me to walk up. Standing in front of all these women stark naked except a pair of stilettos is humiliating. They’re all in gowns, full faces of makeup, completely covered up. And here I am.

“Turn!” The Queen yells from the back.

I quickly follow her command.

“Now do a spin for us, slowly kitty.”

I slowly spin the the women. Oohs and ahhs coming from the audience.

“This is the before,” the Queen announces. “I bet you all can’t wait for the after. How about you come up and inspect her for yourselves, one by one please.”

Soon the women line up, and one by one they poke and prod me. Spread my pussy lips. Turn me around and inspect my asshole. One woman even attempts to put a finger inside. They grab my nipples and come right up to my face. Its like they were told to make me feel as on display as possible. As my humiliation grows I feel myself getting slightly wet. But I push the feeling away.

“Okay time for the main event.” The Queen says and soon the staff roll out a bath with bubbles in it.

My shoes are taken off, seemingly from under me, another woman in a white dress puts me in the tub. They push my head under the water and all the women laugh. I come up for air but the woman still holds my head.

“Again!” They scream.

She pushes me down again. They laugh more but it soon fizzles out.

The woman then begins to scrub me in the tub. She makes me stand soon, so all the women can watch me get clean in my soapy glory. The soapy water is soon drained and I am hosed down with fresh water. The women in white soon dry me as my audience giggles.

I then see a reclined seat, and a pot of wax from the corner of my eye. My mind flashes back and I freeze. I walk mindlessly to the chair as instructed and get up. My legs are spread on stirrups. Straps are put around my ankles to hold me in place.

“Today we are lucky enough to view a waxing, of what looks like a few months growth, you may line up and inspect her for yourself,” the Queen says, and again the women come and look at me very closely. But this time they do not touch me.

Sat back down again a woman comes and begins to wax me. The pain of the waxing on my vulva, and the humiliation I feel from the women laughing at a pain, brews something strange inside me. I feel tingling, and my toes curling at their high pitched laughs. I truly hope no one notices. I try to focus on calming down and not getting wet, before I know it the pain is over and the woman is done.

“Oooh it looks so smooth!” I hear from the audience.

“Can we touch it?” Another woman shrieks.

“We would like to leave touching until the end, as it is still very sensitive and painful.” The Queen informs them.

The women pout and sigh.

“How about, 2 women can come moisturise her,” the Queen says.

“But thats unfair,” one of the women says.

“I’ll think of a number between 1-100. Which 2 are closest win.”

Soon two women are approaching me. A skinny red head with a pretty face, and giant tits. I find myself fantasising about her suffocating me with those things.

The other woman has beautiful caramel skin and a tiny waist. Her black eyes sparkle as she gently touches me.

“She’s wet!” The redhead announces as her hands slip over my slit in the process of putting cream on my pussy.

They all begin to cackle. Their laughter louder than ever.

The red head begins to finger me in front of all the women, two, then three fingers, she fucks my pussy until my eyes are rolling back. I cum on her hands, my face is bright red.

Soon they’re all sat back down, and I am still strapped up. The women in white come back and undo my restraints. They stand me up again naked, before a seat comes out. Another woman with a makeup kit enters. She puts on a full face of makeup for me. This isn’t usually my thing but I’m really enjoying it. The woman who does my face explains everything to the audience, like a tutorial of sorts.

Then she leaves and another woman with a portable wardrobe comes in. The women in the audience vote on what I should wear.

I end up in only lingerie. A red set. A pushup bra, with garter, lace panties, and see through stockings. As well as some fluffy pink heels to match. After my hair is styled. And I am done the audience claps. They make me spin, and inspect me all over again.

I hear the noble women telling the queen how nice it was to watch an interactive pampering and makeover. And how they hope to see these more often. They are even willing to pay for more interactivity. I sigh as a blonde woman grabs my breasts and I continue to listen into my fate here. Trying to ignore how wet I’m getting from all the attention and humiliation.
“Little girl,” the dark queens shrill voice echoes throughout the castle.

“Yes Mistress,” I call back as I run towards her voice. I am in the outfit she demanded of me. Stilettos (she likes the way they click as I near her), a very short pencil skirt, and a white blouse with the buttons undone, but it must be tucked into my skirt. If I am unprofessional in front of the queen I will be dealt with appropriately. Or so she said when I gave myself to her last night.

I near her, and slow my pace to a walk, as I enter the dining room. She is sitting at the head of the table. I walk towards her until I am a few feet away.

“37.4 seconds, you made good timing,” she giggles as she looks down at her watch. “I see your outfit is as I told you to wear it.”

“Thank you Mistress,” I say as I curtsey for her.

“Good girl, now turn and bend over, I want you holding your ankles.”

I quickly turn and bend over, I feel my skirt rise completely, my entire ass and pussy on display for her. I feel her spread my legs further with a smooth wooden object, I oblige but my legs begin to buckle. She swats my inner thigh when it shakes making my cry in pain. Soon I feel the smooth wooden object enter my pussy. She begins to fuck me with it slowly as she continues to speak.

“Your pussy is hairy,” she states.

“Yes Queen it is,”

“Yes, I suspected as much, we will give you a full makeover, you will be pampered, I have invited the noble women over to assist.”

“Assist how?”

“They will watch you receive your makeover, because this can not do,” she says fucking me harder.

“When will they be here?” I ask.

“30 minutes, we will finish up here and I will take you to where it will happen.”

“When will we be finished here?”

“Either when you cum, or when I’m bored with your little cunt,” she tells me. “Plus I have more to tell you, for example, once this makeover is over you must make sure you keep yourself in that state. Many things will need to be redone, hair does grow back and what not, but you are responsible of telling me so I can organise it. Think of yourself as my property, my doll, pet, or even potential personal assistant, you must be up to my standards at all times, otherwise you will be reprimanded.”

“Yes Queen,” I say and she stops fucking me and pulls the rod out.

“Get on your hands and knees,” she commands her voice raspy.

I do as she says before I feel her hands all over my clit. She plays with my clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. I begin to feel my orgasm grow, and rise. She continues as she sees my body react, getting more aggressive as I go. I soon finish all over her hands and she begins to laugh at me. Her cackles reverberate as she continues to touch my wet pussy.

“Take your shirt off,” she commands, and I do. She takes it from my hands and begins to wipe her hands with it. She then grabs me by the hair and makes me crawl backwards. “You dirtied the floor,” she says as she pushes my head toward the hard wood. “Lick.”

I lap my own cum off of her floor, she seems pleased.

“Good kitty.” She laughs. The Queen lets go of my head and I sit up. She also takes my skirt leaving me in nothing but heels.

The Queen soon leads me through the palace naked, all the guards, and staff get a good look of my naked body. She laughs at me as I blush which makes me want to crawl away. As we make the long walk she caresses me. Touching my lower back, running her hands over my ass. Her fingers gliding up and down my spine.

Soon we arrive at a set of doors. The Queen opens them together, stepping through, making her entrance known. The 15 or so noble women stand on her arrival and all curtsey before sitting back down again.

They seem to smirk when I am pulled into the room, their eyes gazing all over me.

“I’m pleased to gather you all hear today to watch my new personal assistant be pampered so she may be ready for her roll within the palace.”

All the women clap in response.

I am led by a woman in a white dress to a small stage a few feet away from where the women sit. She motions for me to walk up. Standing in front of all these women stark naked except a pair of stilettos is humiliating. They’re all in gowns, full faces of makeup, completely covered up. And here I am.

“Turn!” The Queen yells from the back.

I quickly follow her command.

“Now do a spin for us, slowly kitty.”

I slowly spin the the women. Oohs and ahhs coming from the audience.

“This is the before,” the Queen announces. “I bet you all can’t wait for the after. How about you come up and inspect her for yourselves, one by one please.”

Soon the women line up, and one by one they poke and prod me. Spread my pussy lips. Turn me around and inspect my asshole. One woman even attempts to put a finger inside. They grab my nipples and come right up to my face. Its like they were told to make me feel as on display as possible. As my humiliation grows I feel myself getting slightly wet. But I push the feeling away.

“Okay time for the main event.” The Queen says and soon the staff roll out a bath with bubbles in it.

My shoes are taken off, seemingly from under me, another woman in a white dress puts me in the tub. They push my head under the water and all the women laugh. I come up for air but the woman still holds my head.

“Again!” They scream.

She pushes me down again. They laugh more but it soon fizzles out.

The woman then begins to scrub me in the tub. She makes me stand soon, so all the women can watch me get clean in my soapy glory. The soapy water is soon drained and I am hosed down with fresh water. The women in white soon dry me as my audience giggles.

I then see a reclined seat, and a pot of wax from the corner of my eye. My mind flashes back and I freeze. I walk mindlessly to the chair as instructed and get up. My legs are spread on stirrups. Straps are put around my ankles to hold me in place.

“Today we are lucky enough to view a waxing, of what looks like a few months growth, you may line up and inspect her for yourself,” the Queen says, and again the women come and look at me very closely. But this time they do not touch me.

Sat back down again a woman comes and begins to wax me. The pain of the waxing on my vulva, and the humiliation I feel from the women laughing at a pain, brews something strange inside me. I feel tingling, and my toes curling at their high pitched laughs. I truly hope no one notices. I try to focus on calming down and not getting wet, before I know it the pain is over and the woman is done.

“Oooh it looks so smooth!” I hear from the audience.

“Can we touch it?” Another woman shrieks.

“We would like to leave touching until the end, as it is still very sensitive and painful.” The Queen informs them.

The women pout and sigh.

“How about, 2 women can come moisturise her,” the Queen says.

“But thats unfair,” one of the women says.

“I’ll think of a number between 1-100. Which 2 are closest win.”

Soon two women are approaching me. A skinny red head with a pretty face, and giant tits. I find myself fantasising about her suffocating me with those things.

The other woman has beautiful caramel skin and a tiny waist. Her black eyes sparkle as she gently touches me.

“She’s wet!” The redhead announces as her hands slip over my slit in the process of putting cream on my pussy.

They all begin to cackle. Their laughter louder than ever.

The red head begins to finger me in front of all the women, two, then three fingers, she fucks my pussy until my eyes are rolling back. I cum on her hands, my face is bright red.

Soon they’re all sat back down, and I am still strapped up. The women in white come back and undo my restraints. They stand me up again naked, before a seat comes out. Another woman with a makeup kit enters. She puts on a full face of makeup for me. This isn’t usually my thing but I’m really enjoying it. The woman who does my face explains everything to the audience, like a tutorial of sorts.

Then she leaves and another woman with a portable wardrobe comes in. The women in the audience vote on what I should wear.

I end up in only lingerie. A red set. A pushup bra, with garter, lace panties, and see through stockings. As well as some fluffy pink heels to match. After my hair is styled. And I am done the audience claps. They make me spin, and inspect me all over again.

I hear the noble women telling the queen how nice it was to watch an interactive pampering and makeover. And how they hope to see these more often. They are even willing to pay for more interactivity. I sigh as a blonde woman grabs my breasts and I continue to listen into my fate here. Trying to ignore how wet I’m getting from all the attention and humiliation.