Chapter 7
The next day, Tim started to investigate Donna. He could not find out very much at all.
All anyone knew was that she had come back to Victory to live after many years in New York City.
They knew she had money and they thought that she might have made that money as a call-girl.
But Donna did not talk to many people there in Victory, and no one knew anything for certain.
Two teen-agers had moved in with her a few days ago. A few people said that they thought that those teen-agers were members of Donna's family, but they were not certain even of that.
Tim tried to work out his plan, tried to figure out how he was going to get to her.
But she rarely left her house, and he decided that he would have to go there and confront her at her front door.
And he thought that that would be right—just right for Donna.
As he drove to her house, he remembered what she had done to him when he was a sophomore in high school.
She had been a senior at the time and she had noticed him around the school. She had even talked to him and he had fallen in love with her in his boyish way.
He knew that she was in love with some other guy, some guy that she had later followed to New York City.
But that did not matter to Tim. He just liked being around Donna.
She was so pretty and so sexy, and there was something about her that was cold and cruel too, something distant. He thought of her as a queen. And he started to think about her in his dreams at night as he pulled on his young cock and wanted to fuck someone, anyone.
Mostly, he wanted to fuck Donna, and he dreamed about fucking her.
In his fantasies, she was a queen, sitting naked on a throne and he came in to see her.
He was nothing but a serf but she had ordered him to appear in her presence. And he had come with fear in his heart.
When he saw her sitting naked on that throne, his cock got hard in his rags.
And then he turned around and saw that everyone else had left the throne-room, leaving Donna and the serf alone.
In his fantasy, she spoke to him almost casually, telling him what she required of a man.
"I have seen you around the kingdom," Queen Donna said. "And I like the way you look. Every year, I pick one serf and fuck him. You, Tim, are this year's serf."
He gulped when she said that. As much as he lusted after her, he could not imagine himself, a serf, just a young boy really, fucking Queen Donna, the most beautiful woman in the realm.
But she moved off the throne and came to him and touched him, felt his big cock through his rags.
"Very good," she said. "I will have fun this year."
That was the fantasy that he had about Donna then, and that fantasy continued for months.
He was only a boy and he did not really know about fucking, but he realized that it had something to do with his cock.
In his fantasy, he and Queen Donna would float down onto the floor of the throne-room and she would touch his cock with her soft, royal hands and he would come with wonder, serf-like love and passion for his queen.
He would also come in his bed as he thought about that scene and how soft her hand would be on his cock, as he jerked himself off in his dark bedroom.
But the truth of his life, the reality, was much different. He hung around his queen as much as he could until one day when he was standing close to her. She was with her boyfriend and that boyfriend, a senior too, told Tim to get lost. But Donna came to his defense and hurt him even more than the growl of her boyfriend had hurt him.
She had put her hand on his head and raffled his hair with her soft fingers.
It was the only time that she really touched him, Tim remembered.
And then she said to her boyfriend, "Don't worry about little Timmy. He just loves me like a little boy should."
Little Timmy. Little boy. As he thought about it now, the anger came back to him and he felt it rise in his throat like a sour taste that was gagging him.
By the time he got to her house he was almost sick from his anger. He sat behind the wheel of his car and took several deep breaths, trying to still that sour rising in his throat. Then, when he thought that he could handle this confrontation with a manly, forceful style, he got out of his car and walked to the front door.
She was wealthy, he had heard, but the house was not that big. It was certainly no mansion.
She was obviously conserving her money so that she could live on it for a long time.
He knocked on the door and waited for someone to come and open it. He tried to work up his manly courage, tried to remember everything that he had learned about dealing with women, but he thought for an instant that it was going to be too much for him. He thought for a moment that he was going to pass out because he was trying to remember too much at the same time.
And he dreaded facing Donna again. He wondered if she would recognize him at all.
He knocked on the door again and it opened quickly and he saw the female standing there.
It was not Donna. It was a young, blonde girl, a cuddly and cute and sexy teen-ager.
"Hi," she said. "May I help you?"
She grinned at him in a friendly manner, but he could not force himself to grin back. He choked out the words in his rage, in his sour-throated anger.
"Is Donna here?" he asked.
"Sure. She is in the back. Come on in. I will get her."
The little blonde held the door open and walked toward the back of the house.
Tim staggered into that house and leaned against the wall and tried to get control over his rage and his emotions. This was not the way that a man should act, he kept telling himself. And, if he did not act correctly, if he did not get his revenge on Donna, he would have wasted all of these weeks in Victory. He took several deep breaths and then he remembered that Donna was not alone in the house. That would make it even more difficult for him to get his revenge, he thought.
He almost turned around and left that house. He thought that he was going to throw up, and he shivered with chills as he leaned against the wall. Then he looked down the hallway, and he saw her coming toward and suddenly his chills and his fear and his terrible hatred was over, was finished. She was walking toward him in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. She looked like a beautiful woman fresh from the farm.
Was this the woman who had hurt him so badly? Was this the woman that he wanted to get his vengeance on?
Somehow, coming toward him, she looked so sweet, almost innocent. Tim could not understand it.
He knew that he had changed. Had she changed too? Had she turned into something that he could not hate?
She grinned at him and stuck out her hand. "Tim," she said. "Tim Abernathy. It has been a long time."
She recognized him! Even now that he was muscled and manly, she recognized him!
He instinctively held out his hand too, but he said nothing as she shook it.
"So good of you to come by," she said. "I have been thinking about you over the years, wondering what ever happened to you. What are you doing now?"
"Working at a radio station here in town," he said softly. "I used to work in Chicago, but I came home—"
"You certainly have the voice for radio," she said with a grin. "You always had a wonderful voice, you know. Come. Let's sit down and talk."
She held his hand and directed him to the couch. He moved toward that couch still unsure of himself, trying hard not to stagger, trying to stop the strange feelings that he felt in him. He looked at her again, and the disgust, the hatred would not come. He did not feel bad, he thought. He just felt empty.
Without that anger, he did not feel anything at all.
"I came home too," she said. "I decided that I would take all the money that I made and come back to Victory and live quietly. New York City was exciting, but it got to be so hectic. It feels good to relax here."
Donna was being friendly to him, but she was actually wondering what he was doing here. He was a kid from her past, some kid that she had almost forgotten about entirely.
Then she realized that that was not true. When she saw him, she started to think of all the times that she had remembered Tim Abernathy back in those hectic New York City days.
She had remembered him then as a pleasant, little fellow with a deep voice, a fellow who had worshipped her when she was a senior in high school, a fellow to whom she had done some wrong.
She had always wondered how she had hurt him. She knew that he quit worshipping her, quit hanging around her about halfway through her senior year, and she missed him in a way.
Perhaps he would tell her what she had done wrong, what she had done to hurt him, Donna thought.
She had certainly not meant to hurt him. Tim Abernathy had been the first man to really worship her and when she started to work with Ginger, when she realized that she loved having power over those other people, she had often thought of Tim Abernathy as the boy who had first instilled in her that good feeling of control that she later used so well. In some weird way, she thought that he had trained her too, without realizing it.
She had thought about him a lot during those early years as a dominatrix, and then other slaves had worshipped her so much that she had pushed Tim to the back of her mind.
Now she spoke to him and complimented him.
"You have certainly changed. You are so muscled and manly. I like the way you look."
And Tim felt as tongue-tied as a sophomore in high school when she said that to him.
"But you recognized me," he stammered. "Most people don't. How did you—"
"Oh, Tim," she said, touching the side of his face softly, "I could never forget your dark eyes."
"My eyes?"
"I always loved those dark eyes. They seemed to look right through me."
That was the truth, she thought, but she did not add that they shined when he looked at her like a worshipping slave.
"And you called me Tim," he said. "Most people who knew me back in high school called me Timmy. I have to correct them now."
She had learned about real male names from her experience with John, but she did not want to get into that with her old friend. She just smiled at him.
"I can tell that you are not a Timmy any longer," she said. "I can tell that you are a real Tim, a man."
He could not really hate her after she said that to him.
And Donna suddenly realized that she was flirting with this man from her past. She suddenly realized that she wanted to fuck Tim Abernathy. She could not understand it. She had never been so immediately attracted to a man before. Even with John, she had had to wait until she saw him fucking his twin sister, she had had to wait until she had seen Debbie torture him a little bit. But it was not that way with Tim. She wanted to fuck him right now.
She moved closer to him on the couch and put her face very near his. If she wanted to fuck, she decided, the best thing to do was just let him know. He had been to Chicago. He was very mature now. He would probably appreciate a woman who let her lusts come out of her easily, who knew what she wanted from a man and went after it.
"Tim," she said softly, touching his chest with her fingers, "I hope that you don't think I am forward or whorish or anything, but I really think that you are sexy. I just love your eyes."
And those black eyes were wide when she said that. Tim was surprised. This woman wanted to fuck him and she was letting him know it easily and surely. How could he get his revenge on her if she was so confident and good and easy with her sexuality.
And then Donna said something else and the idea of revenge went right out the window.
She looked deep into those dark eyes and spoke softly.
"I know, Tim," she said, "that I hurt you in some way back in high school. I don't know how, but I know that you stopped wanting to be with me. I am sorry that I hurt you, Tim, and I will do anything to make it up to you. The truth is. I missed you when you stopped hanging around with me. I thought that you were a lot of fun and you made me feel very good about being a woman. I am sorry for anything that I did."
Tim choked out the words that explained to Donna how he had hurt her.
"You ruffled my hair and you told your boyfriend that I was a little boy and that he should not be jealous of me."
Donna closed her eyes. She remembered it then. Yes, that was when she had hurt him.
Then she explained it to Tim, the man that she wanted to fuck, the man with the dark, worshipping eyes.
"Tim," she said, "I only did that because he told you that he did not want you to hang around any longer and I thought that things would not be as much fun if you were not around. And they were not as much either, Tim. I can tell you that."
Tim looked down at her hand on his chest and said nothing.
"I was just trying to get him to leave you alone. I never really thought of you as a little boy at all."
"What did you think of me as then, Donna?" he asked.
She paused. Could she really tell him? Could he really stand to hear the truth?
And then the woman figured that she would just have to tell him. If he was angered by the truth, he would get up and leave her and she would be no worse off than before. But, if he accepted the truth from her, they might really have some fun this afternoon.
"I thought of you as my worshipping slave," she said. "You made me feel like some kind of queen, Tim."
Queen! The word rang in the man's head like a bell. It was as if they had gotten their fantasies from the same source, as if they had shared more than they had ever dreamed that they shared.
Tim grinned and touched the side of her face and pulled her to him and kissed her softly on the mouth.
She liked that kiss, liked the feel of his mouth on hers. When the kiss was over, he spoke to her softly.
"You were always my queen, Donna. I thought of you as a queen too."
Then they both knew that it was going to work, that they were going to fuck.
Tim's anger and disgust was gone. He could not be disgusted with his queen, he thought.
And Donna just wanted to have her slave close to her. She wanted to give him many queenly touches and make him feel noble too.
"Of course," Tim said, "I never thought of myself as a slave. I thought of myself as a lowly serf in your kingdom, the one serf that you would fuck every year in your attempt to become one with the people."
And then he paused. He had not intended to say the word, fuck. He had not intended to reveal so much to her. He looked at her to see if his queen was displeased. But she grinned and then she started to laugh with a lively, loving sound. Tim laughed too, laughed with his queen.
"We are amused," Donna said in a haughty but kind queenly tone.
And then Tim realized that she was still his queen, even sitting there in jeans and a T-shirt, she was a true and noble queen. Her royal beauty and sexuality seemed to shine from her.
She moved off the couch and stood up and reached down and took his hands in hers.
"Come, serf," she said. "The queen wishes to become one with the people this afternoon and she has chosen you."
He beamed up at her, but then he thought about that blonde girl who had answered the door.
"But we are not alone in the summer palace, your highness," he said, keeping up the act.
"My courtiers and ladies-in-waiting will not bother us. They know that this afternoon is special for their queen,"
"Very well, your highness," Tim said, standing up. "How can a serf refuse his queen?"
And, laughing, they walked down the hallway to Donna's bedroom.
Tim could not believe how things had turned around for him. He had come to that house angry and nervous and he had ended up with his queen, fulfilling the fantasy that had driven him wild with lust when he was a teen-ager. He forgot all the things that he had planned to do to Donna, all the things that he had learned about women, for he knew that Donna was not a normal woman. She was a queen, and a queen is serviced and pleased in a special way.
In the bedroom, she closed the door and Tim took her in his arms and kissed her.
Her arms went around him and she held him close to her, feeling his muscles under his light shirt. He felt her tits too. They were soft and sexy. The mouths opened and the tongues of the queen and the serf moved back and forth from mouth to mouth, playing some kind of royal game.
In Tim's mind, they were in a palace bedroom and he was going to get to service his queen. He did not even care what happened to him after he had serviced her. He did not even care if she cut off his head. He would give his queen anything that she desired. She was so royal and so beautiful and so sexy.
When the kiss was over, Tim and Donna moved apart and the woman ran her hands down her body slowly until her fingers were under her T-shirt. Then she pulled the thing off and showed the serf her bare tits. They were breasts that were fit for a queen, he thought.
And he reached out and touched them with his hands for a second.
Then he took his hands away and took off his own shirt. His chest was muscled and his skin was tanned. She sighed when she looked at that. He was a real man now, she thought, the kind of man that was worthy of a queen.
And, then, feeling their mutual lust grow in their bodies and souls, the queen and the chosen serf, Donna and Tim, began to strip quickly. They both wanted to get this royal and great fucking started as soon as possible.
When Donna saw his cock, she did not gasp as other women had done. Tim looked at her and he saw her nod, just nod and smile in appreciation. Then he knew that she was a real queen, the kind of queen that deserved the best fucking a common serf could give her.
When they were naked, they moved to the bed and lay down next to each other.
They turned and faced each other, but they did not touch for a second.
"My queen," Tim said, "I want to thank you for this honor that you have given me."
"Serf," Donna said playing along with the sexy game, "I want to thank you for the fucking that you will give me. I am sure that it will remind me of my people and I will keep my people in my mind as I rule over them for the next year."
Then she smiled at him.
"You may touch me, serf," she said. "You may touch me and fuck me."
Then she thought of something else, the fact that queens and kings refer to themselves as we. The royal we, she remembered that it was called.
"We want to be fucked by you, serf," she said with her voice soft but filled with passion.
And Tim grinned and moved toward her and put his arms around her and kissed her with all of his serf-like passion. He ran his tongue deep into her mouth and then he pushed her back on the bed.
He licked her throat and slowly worked his face down to her royal and sexy tits.
Tim stuck out his tongue and ran that tongue around one of her nipples and she touched his dark hair and she sighed to him.
"Oh, Tim, this is good. I always knew that you would be good for me."
Hearing that, he was overjoyed. He did not care about revenge any longer. He did not want to hurt Donna at all. He just wanted to please her. He sucked on her nipple and felt his brain go soft with passion.
This was his queen, he kept thinking, and he was honored because he had the chance to fuck her and pleasure her. He represented all the people of her kingdom in this royal bedroom. He liked the game and he remembered his fantasy. He would do so much to her now, so much more than he had done to her in his fantasy, because now he knew about sex and he knew about women and he knew how to give a woman pleasure so that she would give him pleasure too.
He moved his mouth to the other breast and licked her pink and hard nipple and then sucked on it and gave her more passion in her body. He felt his queen twitch and turn under him, and he knew that he was doing it correctly, that he was giving her just what she wanted from him.
And he moved down even further. He worked his way down her body, kissing her stomach and licking her soft flesh. He ran his tongue into her navel and she jerked when he did that and he knew that she liked it. Then he ran his tongue through the dark hair that grew over her cunt. It was that hair that he loved, he thought, It was the hair of the queen. He smelled the aroma that came from her pussy and he thought that that was a queenly aroma too.
Everything was royal to Tim that afternoon, everything about his sexy queen, the woman from his past who had shared his fantasy, Donna, the beautiful woman who had returned to Victory from the big city, just as he had returned to Victory.
They had met again after all of these years, he thought, because some force in the universe had wanted them to share this royal and sexy afternoon, had wanted them to understand that they were very much alike in so many ways.
Tim moved on the bed and lay between Donna's outstretched legs and took a deep breath. That aroma, that sweet, queenly smell, filled his lungs and made him happy. He smiled up at Donna and asked permission, just as a serf should.
"May I lick out your pussy, my queen? May I lick it out and get your sweet juices all over my face and in my throat."
"Yes, you may," she said with a friendly and sexy grin. "We will allow such a licking when it comes from the people."
After getting permission to do it to her, he put his face against her cunt and ran his tongue deep into her and she sighed and felt the wonderful things that he was doing to her.
She had never been so turned on, so anxious about a man before. It was as if he had never left her, as if she had been waiting patiently for ten years, thinking about him and looking at him and wanting him to fuck her for more than ten years.
And now he was sliding his tongue deep into her cunt and giving her so much pleasure that she really did feel like a queen.
His tongue was giving her so much pleasure that she wanted to share some of that pleasure with this representative of her people. She sighed to him and gave him a sexy, queenly command.
"Turn around on the bed, serf," she said. "Turn around on the bed so that I can suck your big cock while you do that to me."
And Tim moved, did what he was told. He could not deny his queen.
They moved on the bed and lay on their sides. Tim rested his head on his queen's thigh as he pressed his face close to her cunt again. She lifted her other leg so that her pussy was opened to his tongue and his mouth. He spread the lips with his fingers and started to lick her wet and shining, sweet clit.
And she was stroking his cock down on the other side of the bed, stroking it and feeling it harden even more.
It was certainly a big cock, and, when she kissed the pink tip of that cock, she knew that that prick was as sweet as it was large. She licked the slit on the end of the cock and tasted some of the man juice that flowed from that slit. And then she opened her mouth wide and took the mushroom tip of that cock in her mouth and sucked on it. She felt the thing harden even more and she knew that both she and Tim, her serf, would be ready to fuck very soon, very soon indeed.
She ran her fingers over the organ as she sucked on the tip. She touched the big balls that were at the base of the prick, and she used her other hand to touch his stomach and then his thighs, for she knew how to thrill a man with her touch.
And Donna thought that things had changed in the last couple of days. First she had wanted John so badly that she had almost collapsed from lust, but she had wanted him after he was tortured by his sister. Still, she had never really wanted one of her victims before. She had seen so many men punished, and she had never really wanted to fuck one of them.
And now she wanted Tim too. She wanted to fuck him with all of her might.
He had not even been punished at all, she reminded herself.
And then she thought that something was changing in her. She was no longer the cold, cruel, sexy dominatrix. There was a new part of her that had just been born, a new part of her that had come to her after she was thirty. That new part wanted a man to fuck her just because he was a man. She liked being a queen, but she did not want Tim to be a victim. She did not even think of punishing him. She would probably punish others later on in her life, punish them as she trained her little niece. But she did not want to hurt Tim at all.
She just wanted to be his fucking and lusty queen, and that was a change in her spirit, in her yearnings.
Donna did not really understand what had brought about that change, but she was glad that that change had occurred, was glad that she had returned to her hometown to recapture some of her girlish spirit, some of her girlish yearnings.
Now that she had recaptured those yearnings, she thought—
Now at she knew what it felt like to really want a man only for fucking-Donna felt suddenly complete, whole, wonderfully finished in her sexual desires.
But this sex act was not finished. It had hardly begun.
She sucked on Tim's cock and touched him until he was hard and ready and then she took her mouth off his cock and sighed to him. He was filling her with such intense delight, she thought. He was sucking her clit at that moment and he was giving her so much that made her feel good.
She knew that he would be able to make her feel even better when he fucked her hot and queenly cunt.
"Fuck me," she sighed. "Fuck me, serf. Fuck your queen."
And Tim took his mouth off her clit and again followed her commands.
They moved on the bed and turned together and soon Tim was positioned on top of his queen. He felt good up there because he knew that very few serfs had the chance to look down on the queen in this way.
And he felt even better when he did look down and when he saw the expression on her face.
It was an expression of want, of need, of great sexual yearning for his cock, the cock that she had just sucked to full erection.
And Donna reached between them and touched that cock with her hand, just as he had always dreamed of her touching him. Her touch was even softer than he had dreamed that it would be.
And her voice was soft too as she spoke of her yearning, her need.
"Fuck me, Tim. It has been so long, but I want you to fuck me now."
She lifted her legs and pulled his big, throbbing prick toward her pussy. She moved it into her cunt herself. The fat head of that huge organ filled her opening and made her groan with passion.
Then Donna took her hand off his prick and Tim took over. He smiled down on her.
And he moved his cock into her pussy slowly, gently, filling her up with his huge rod and making her take every inch of it as she moved her legs around his back and took more and more of it into her.
Finally, it was all in her. Tim looked down and saw that all of his cock had disappeared, that he was buried in her sweetness. He could not believe that a cunt could take that much prick.
But then he reminded himself that this was not just an average cunt.
This, he thought, was a queenly cunt, a royal opening, Donna's fresh and hot pussy.
It was the cunt that he had dreamed about so often when he was a young boy.
And now, finally, he was getting that cunt, was invading that cunt.
Naturally, that pussy that was meant for him would be able to take all of his hardness, he reasoned.
And when Donna started to move Tim started to move too.
They started to fuck there on the royal bed of lust, and they both felt that it was good, very good and very wonderful. They both groaned with passion as the fucking grew in intensity.
"Oh, Tim, this is wonderful!" Donna sighed loudly.
"Oh, Donna, you are fucking beautiful," he told her.
And she was. With that cock jabbing into her, her soft, rounded, sexy tits were jumping around as he fucked her.
With that cock battering her snatch and stuffing her, she tossed her head on the bed and felt fulfilled. And her legs were strong around his back.
It was everything that Tim had ever dreamed about and more.
And it was certainly better than any revenge. It was sweet and fulfilling and lusty and something out of the past for both of them.
They fucked with passion for several minutes, fucked with groans and whimpers and sighs and words of lust.
"Oh, slam it to me, Tim. Your cock is stuffing me."
"Donna, your pussy is so fucking sweet and tight."
"Fuck me, Tim. Give me what I need."
"I have dreamed of this for years, Donna. I have wanted you for years."
And then they both came together, sighing and tensing their bodies and growling and twisting like two excited animals, which, indeed, was what they were.
Tim came in her pussy, shot his warm throughout her, and Donna came too.
Later they lay together on the bed and rested and kissed each other and Tim thought that he had a right to know the truth now, to know what other people in Victory did not know.
He did not want Donna's life in New York City to be a mystery to him.
"How did you make all your money, Donna?" he asked her.
And she was truthful with him. After all, he had just given her the best fucking of her life.
When a man does something like that, he deserves the truth, she thought.
"I was a professional dominatrix," she said softly.
Tim had spent years in Chicago. He would know what that term meant, she reasoned.
But she wondered how he would feel about something like that. He hoped that he would not hate her again.
He did not hate her. He grinned and raised up and looked down on her.
"Really?" he asked with that grin shining down on her.
"Really."
"Wow! Well, I guess it is a job fit for a queen."
Then she laughed, feeling free and easy with Tim. Nothing could make him angry now, she thought.
"Do you still do it, Donna?" he asked with almost boyish interest in his eyes.
"Not very much. I am officially retired. But I am training my niece now and I guess I will have to work with clients a little bit in order to give her the training that she needs."
"You mean that girl who answered the door and let me in? You are training her?"
"Yes," she said. "Debbie works on her brother every afternoon, but she does not really hurt him that much. She just humiliates him and then I fuck him in order to sort of repay him for his time and his effort. I think Debbie will make a lot of money in some big city when she finishes with her training.
"Yeah," Tim agreed, "I am sure that she will."