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Story: Crowning Achievement · Author: Anynom
Crowning Achievement
Anynom
Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home. Enjoy.
Even in a medieval kingdom, there were areas that could be called slums. Given
the lack of technology available during the Dark Ages, that wasn't too
surprising but it might have been surprising to see the group of men gathered in
the small cellar of a run-down inn.
They were an odd group, men in their forties, many with the robes of noblemen,
not the sort of people you'd expect to see in such a part of town. They ranged
from advisors to landowners to clergy, all meeting for a specific purpose.
"She has to go, it's that simple," Count Neforia said. He paced the small room,
gaining the attention of the dozen other men gathered inside. "This unjust war
the Queen has ordered will be the downfall of the kingdom."
"We all agree on that," a landowner named Smithers announced. "It's the reason
we're here now. But we need to decide on how."
"I still don't see why we can't just kill her," another landowner said. "A dash
of poison in her dinner, the problem's solved."
"No, it's not," Father Harriston said. "You're forgetting the Princess. She'll
take over and we all know she's as wicked as her mother, if not more so. And
killing both of them will just arouse suspicion."
"Damn it, we need to do something!" Neforia said. He turned to a young,
blond-haired man. "Can't she see we're no match for Guilden?"
Jacobi, chief advisor for the Queen, shook his head. "She can't be stopped. She
refuses to accept that she could be wrong. She's determined to wage this war no
matter the cost and won't accept anything but victory."
"Which won't happen," Neforia said, shaking his head. "Guilden has too many men
and too many weapons. We can't hope to match that."
"Perhaps you gentlemen are overlooking another option." Everyone turned towards
the doorway as a man in armor appeared. Several men took out swords as they
recognized Torcan, captain of the Royal Guard and the Queen's personal
bodyguard. "Peace, gentlemen," Torcan said, holding up his hands, his bearded
face wearing a slight smile. "I'm here as an ally and perhaps a friend."
"And he comes not alone!" Leaping from behind the bulky Torcan was a thin, lithe
figure dressed in the wild costume of a harlequin, bells on his cap ringing as
he bowed. "Jockmo the Jester is here as well."
Neforia stepped forward. "A friend? You expect us to believe that, Torcan?"
"I expect you to believe that I knew where you all were and what you are all
planning," Torcan said. "I could very easily have had you all arrested and
executed for treason. The fact that I haven't should be enough to convince you
that I'm here for the same reason you are. To end this war as soon as possible."
"You'd turn against the Queen?" Jacobi said. "Against the rulers you swore an
oath to serve for the last thirty years?"
"You know me as a man of honor," Torcan said grimly. "A man who can't stand by
and watch his kingdom be led to destruction to satisfy a Queen's ego. I'm also a
father who's lost two sons in this war. I don't intend to lose any more."
"So, you plan to help us?" Father Harriston said.
"I do," Torcan said. "The problem before us is that getting rid of them just
won't work. Too much suspicion and too many questions left to answer. We can't
risk upsetting some of our allies. Even if they won't aid us in this war, they
won't be too happy if the Queen and the Princess drop dead suddenly."
"So, what do you suggest?" Neforia said, lowering his sword.
"Actually, the suggestion was mine," Jockmo said with a grin as he balanced
himself on one of the chairs.
"You have an idea?" Neforia said in disbelief.
"I only play at being the fool, my Lord. I love this nation as much as any of
you and I want to aid as I can. Besides, with all respect, I'm about the only
person here the Queen and the Princess would not be at all suspicious of."
"What do you have in mind?" Neforia asked.
Jockmo smiled. "If we can't remove the Queen, we can at least change her mind."
"Impossible," Jacobi said. "I can't sway her, how can you?"
"Trust me, my Lord, the fool has ways the sensible don't," Jockmo smiled as he
began to relate his plan.
The mood inside the castle was tense. It had been since the day the King had
died and his only daughter had taken his place as ruler. In that time, Queen
Isabeli had attained a reputation as cold as ice with a heart of stone. She was
proud to the point of denying that she could ever be wrong, which was why her
nation was in the middle of a war it was losing.
That stubborn streak and ruthlessness had rubbed off on her own child. Princess
Drusilla was as cold as her mother and many thought she was even deadlier
because she had the fire of youth on her side to allow her to grow into her role
as imperial dictator. Between the two, life around the castle hadn't been easy.
Their tempers were both quite short and Jockmo had seen men and women imprisoned
for the least likely of offenses. He knew that if this plan failed, it would
mean his life. But, he was willing to take that risk.
He bounced around the halls, humming lightly, giving off the appearance of
jovial bliss that had been his saving grace more than once. He entered the
private chambers of the Princess and saw her sitting at her bed, a servant
combing her hair. She was attractive, her angelic face a stark contrast to her
true nature, her black hair flowing down her shoulders. She wore a simpler dress
than usual, her nice form showing through the curves. She rolled her eyes at
Jockmo's appearance. "What do you want, jester?"
"Merely to entertain a while, my lady," Jockmo said as he entered. "The Queen is
busy with her advisors and I need to show some of my talents."
"I would imagine you would enjoy a break from your idiotic performances,"
Drusilla sniffed.
"As my teacher once told me, a jester unemployed is nobody's fool," Jockmo
answered. "Besides, I have a gift I believe you may enjoy."
"Really?" Drusilla's mood brightened. Her affinity for toys and decorations was
well known, which was exactly what Jockmo was counting on. With a brush of her
hand, Drusilla dismissed her handmaiden. The woman gave Jockmo a secret nod of
approval before leaving, shutting the door behind her. Jockmo turned to
Drusilla, who sat on the bed, waiting for him. "So, what do you have?"
Smiling, Jockmo reached behind him and from seemingly nowhere pulled out an
intricate box. It appeared to be a simple box with a strange carved pattern upon
it. Jockmo turned a tiny crank on the box's bottom that set the pattern into
motion. It appeared to be a series of colored bands flowing into each other. The
bands began to move as Jockmo turned the crank, creating a strange colored
effect that looked like a whirlpool Drusilla had once seen in the castle moat.
"It's pretty, but what is it?" Drusilla asked.
"You have to watch and see," Jockmo said. "Just keep watching the spiral,
Princess. Watch it carefully. Keep your eyes directly on the center of the
spiral. Don't' look away, don't think of anything else, just concentrate on the
center of the spiral. Keep watching the center, Princess, the center, keep your
eyes directly on the center. Watch as the colors flow into the center of the
spiral, Princess, watch the pretty colors flow into the center. Watch the colors
spin and spin, flowing into the center of the spiral. Watch the pretty colors,
Princess, watch them spin around and around, flowing towards the center of the
spiral, watch the colors flow into the center, Princess, into the center, watch
the pretty colors flow into the center. It's so relaxing to watch the pretty
colors spiral into the center, Princess, watch them flow into the center, it's
so relaxing to watch.
"Just keep watching the center, Princess, watch the center of the spiral. Watch
the pretty colors flow into the center, Princess, watch the pretty colors and
you're beginning to feel sleepy now, Princess. As you watch the colors spin
around and around and flow into the center of the spiral, you're beginning to
feel very sleepy, Princess. As you watch the colors spin around and around and
around, you're beginning to feel so sleepy, Princess, so very sleepy. The more
you watch the center of the spiral, the more you watch the colors spin and flow,
spin and flow, the more you will want to sleep. You're feeling so sleepy now,
Princess, so very sleepy, you can't help but go to sleep, a deep, deep sleep."
Jockmo stopped turning the crank as he watched Drusilla's head dip forward, her
eyes shut. He placed the box on a table and looked at the entranced girl.
"Listen very closely, Drusilla," Jockmo said softly. "Listen closely to my
voice. You can still hear my voice even though you are sleeping. In fact, as you
listen to my voice, you drop deeper and deeper into this sleep. The more you do
what I say, the deeper into this sleep you will fall." Jockmo took a breath,
then moved forward, his hands beginning to undo the front of Drusilla's blouse.
She stiffened slightly but began to relax as Jockmo talked to her. "You're
feeling so calm and peaceful in this sleep, Drusilla, so peaceful that you don't
have to pay attention to anything I'm doing or anything you're feeling. Just let
yourself go, Drusilla, let yourself fall into this deep sleep and feel nothing
but an overwhelming sense of pleasure."
Jockmo moved in and began to massage Drusilla's full breasts. The Princess
sighed as she felt her chest massaged, her nipples tightening under Jockmo's
hands. The Jester could feel himself harden as he worked on the ruler-to-be but
he fought hard to keep from taking her in broad daylight. Instead, he spoke
softly to her, laying the groundwork for his plans later that evening.
Although Isabeli would never admit it, being the Queen was lonely. She had no
peers or others she could talk to on an equal level, no one who understood the
weight the crown carried. Given this lack of friendship, it wasn't surprising
Isabeli had turned out the way she had. She truly believed herself a divine
Queen, her commands equal to orders from on high, expecting them to be carried
out as swiftly as possible. She demanded total obedience and those who didn't
give it to her payed for it. Despite it all, however, she was lonely and it was
that loneliness that drove her to such extreme acts as waging war on a nation
more powerful than hers and it was her own stubborn pride that kept her from
backing off despite the odds.
She sat on her throne, the epitome of regal beauty, her crown nestled snugly on
her short black hair, her porcelain beauty features gazing out over her advisors
and generals as they briefed her on the progress of the war she had demanded,
her intricate dress making her appear larger than she really was. Her eyes
narrowed as she gazed at Jacobi. "We have made our decision, Chief Advisor.
There will be no negotiation."
"With all due respect, your Majesty," Jacobi said. "We are losing, badly. Men,
weapons, supplies and money, we are outmatched on all of them. At the moment,
Guilden is content merely to defend her borders. But should we continue, they
will invade us."
"And we will defend ourselves," the Queen said. "There shall be no surrender,
Jacobi, is that understood?"
"Then there will be no kingdom, My Queen," Count Neforia said. "We cannot win."
"How dare you!" Isabeli said, glaring at the wealthy landowner. "How dare you
question me? How dare you go against me?"
"I'm not going against you, My Queen," Neforia said. "The facts are and the
facts say we are no match for Guilden."
Isabeli leaned back in her chair. "It is out of the respect my father had for
you that I don't have your executed on the spot," she announced. "I am your
Queen. It is my will that guides us and it is my will that shall lead us to
victory."
"Only one will can do that, Your Majesty," Father Harriston said. "And it comes
not from you."
"But it speaks to me," Isabeli said. "And it has spoken now. Go, all of you. I
dismiss you from my chambers as of now."
There was a murmuring as the men filed out of the room. "Now she believes she's
been chosen by God," Neforia muttered. "This gets worse by the moment."
"If Jockmo can succeed, our worries will be over," Jacobi said. "We can only put
our faith in him now."
"Faith in the fool?"
"The Lord works in mysterious ways," Harriston said. "We can only hope he works
through the fool better than the sane."
Back in the throne room, Isabeli shook her head, rubbing her face with a hand as
she reflected on the meeting. How dare they presume to question her? Right or
wrong, it didn't matter, she was their queen and they were bound by duty and
honor to obey her commands, whatever they may be. Isabeli sighed as she heard a
ringing sound coming behind her. "I wish to be alone right now, Jester."
"Ah, I know when there are spirits in need of raising, my Queen," Jockmo said as
he came forward. He held a small lute in his hand, the bells on his cap sounding
off as he sat next to the throne. "A simple song might be what's needed to ease
your mind."
"Why do I put up with you, Jester?"
"Maybe because of what I represent, my Lady?" Jockmo slowly began to tweak the
strings on the instrument in his hands. "Your father once told me he envied me,
envied my having the freedom to do whatever I wanted."
"Perhaps," the Queen allowed as she let her gaze move into the distance as
Jockmo began to play. It was a nice tune, a soft melody that flowed into
Isabeli's ears nicely. She sighed and sat back in her throne, trying to let the
worries and pressures of her title get to her. Her gaze was drawn to the jester
as he played, his voice a nice match to the song. She blinked as the bells on
his cap hit the sunlight, playing tiny globes of light into her eyes. It seemed
that Jockmo's head moved slightly as he sang, the light shifting off of the
bells and into her eyes. It was an odd effect but somehow it seemed to match the
song, making Isabeli feel tired. She felt very tired suddenly as she stared at
the shining, dancing lights from the bells as Jockmo played a song that was
starting to sound like a lullaby. It sounded so good, so very good, to just
watch the lights and listen to the song and let herself drift. Drift away into a
nice, peaceful sleep.....
Jockmo's stocking-clad feet padded down the castle hallways as he approached the
Royal sleeping quarters. The two guards nodded and moved aside, letting him
pass. They then situated themselves before the door as per Torcan's orders and
prepared for a long night.
Jockmo's first stop was at the bedroom of Princess Drusilla. He stole inside and
moved towards the bed. Drusilla lay sleeping under the covers, her long black
hair flowing around the pillow as she rested. Jockmo moved over her and held the
spiral box above her and began to turn the crank. "Drusilla," he said softly.
"Drusilla, look at me." Drusilla's eyes slowly opened and she groaned as she
became partly awake. Her eyes instantly focused on the spinning spiral and went
blank as did her mind, once again falling under the spell Jockmo had created for
her.
"You are asleep again, Princess," Jockmo said. "You are asleep and you must do
whatever I say as long as you are asleep. Do you understand, Drusilla?"
"Yes...." the Princess sighed as she felt her will be given over to the Jester.
Jockmo stopped turning the crank and placed the box to the side as he sat
Drusilla up and pulled her nightgown over her head. She was naked underneath,
her lush breasts beckoning to him, as did her tight pussy. Jockmo swiftly
undressed and lay on top of the Princess. He kissed her on the lips, igniting a
passion inside her that soon came loose as she pulled Jockmo to her, embracing
him as her tongue dived into his mouth. Jockmo leaned himself down on her lush
chest, feeling her nubile young body with his hands.
Jockmo slowly pushed his cock into Drusilla's pussy, trying to answer the
passion her young mind was begging for. He met a little resistance as he hit her
virginity but pushed on, sliding his shaft in and out of her snatch as he worked
at her. Jockmo's face went to Drusilla's breasts, licking at her curves as he
pushed on, adding to the pleasure rolling through Drusilla's body. She cried out
as he finally broke through, her body shaking under her first orgasm, her mind
willing to do absolutely anything to experience such love again.
Jockmo leaned down and began to speak softly to her. "You're drifting into a
deeper sleep now, Princess, a much deeper sleep. You will awaken feeling
wonderful and you will want to feel this wonderful again. However, you must
first do some things for me....."
It was only a short walk down the private hallway to the Queen's bedchambers.
Jockmo paused before the doors, preparing himself before stealing inside. He
could see Isabeli lying on the bed, deep asleep. She slept in the nude and
Jockmo could see a peek of her pert breasts under the sheets. He moved to the
bed and softly spoke. "My Queen? My Queen?"
Isabeli's eyes half-opened and looked up at Jockmo, who began to make passes
with his hands in front of her face. "You're falling into a deep sleep, your
Majesty, a very deep sleep. You cannot keep your eyes open, you must shut them
and sleep deeply." He watched Isabeli's eyes flutter shut as she fell under his
spell. "Listen to my voice, my Queen," Jockmo said. "Listen carefully and find
yourself falling deeper and deeper under my control, deeper and deeper asleep.
It has been a long time since you've given yourself to man, has it not, my
Queen?"
"Yes..." The Queen didn't find anything wrong with the fact that she was
divulging such information to an intruder in her bedroom. When she had been
entranced before, Jockmo had made sure that his voice would be a new focus for
the Queen to listen to. All she could think of was pleasing the Jester and do
what he said.
"A long time, my Queen, a very long time. You want to give yourself to a man
again, your Highness. You must give yourself to a man as soon as possible. You
must give yourself to me, your Majesty, you must give yourself to me."
"To...you..." As soon as the words left her lips, Jockmo was kissing Isabeli,
unleashing a torrent of long hidden passion. The Queen brought him down to her,
stripping the covers away as she kissed her jester madly, laying her lips on his
throat and face. He rolled her over and sat her on top of him. The Queen needed
no commands for what came next. She sat herself onto Jockmo's chest and slid her
pussy onto his ready shaft. She began to move back and forth in a smooth rythym,
timing herself to Jockmo's thrusts. Jockmo's hands moved up her body, cupping
the royal tits as the Queen rode him like a horse, her short hair bouncing as
she thrusted forward on Jockmo's cock. His commands were taking better effect
than he'd hoped as proved when the two soon orgasmed, their combined effort
leaving them breathless.
As Isabeli collapsed onto him, Jockmo was already whispering in her ear, telling
her of the pleasures she had just felt and what it would take to feel them
again....
"You are sure of this, Your Highness?" Jacobi asked.
"I am," Isabeli announced to the entire crowded throne room. "Recall our troops
and make arrangements for negotiations to begin. As of now, the war is over."
The men in the room were too dignified to let out a public cry, but they did
smile and shake hands with one another as the Queen made her decision. She
glanced over at her daughter, who returned the beaming smile.
"There will be some changes made around here," the Queen announced. "Torcan,
I'll want to see you about some of those unfortunate laws I've made."
"My Queen," Torcan bowed.
"Count Neforia, I will meet with you and your other lords to talk about some
changes in the taxes."
"As you wish," the Count smiled.
"And Father, I think it's time the Church and the Crown got a little more
involved."
"Bless you, Your Majesty."
Neither the Queen nor the Princess seemed to notice the grateful looks the men
threw at Jockmo who sprawled near the thrones. The jester merely smiled, knowing
that he was coming out a lot better than the country was. Being the power behind
the throne was nice but being the power under it was even better.
Story: Crowning Achievement · Author: Anynom
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