EXTRACT FOR
Dungeon of Punishment
(Mistress Daria)

Lady Genevieve gently closed the heavy door to the Queen's chamber, stifling a yawn. It had been a very long night. The Queen had been insatiable. She hardly got any sleep. Normally it wouldn't have bothered her, but the Queen had drunk far too much last night and although she had plenty of energy, there was very little wind in her mighty sail. She was frustrated and exhausted.



She turned the corner heading toward her room where her nice, warm bed waited and to her surprise she saw light spilling from Eleanor's chamber. She crept silently to the room and peered through the crack in the door.



What she saw should have shocked her but for some reason only peaked her curiosity. The Crown Princess, Eleanor, was sitting at the foot of her bed with her robe open and petting her pussy with her hand. She was stroking it slow and tenderly, like a kitten, her breathing becoming more and more labored. She was mesmerized. She looked beautiful. She always thought she was gorgeous but with her long blond hair flowing over her and her head thrown back as she reveled in the ecstasy of her touch, she looked stunning. She watched as her finely sculpted fingers contracted while she fingered herself.



She knew it was wrong to watch her but she couldn't take her eyes from her. She was moaning quietly, intent on the pleasure she brought herself. She caressed her tongue slowly, sensually across her crimson lips. A familiar weight began to build in the lower half of her body.



She was so frustrated and aching from her less than pleasurable night that she couldn't help but touch herself over her undergarments. Even through the silk of her gown she could feel the wetness of her slit. She rubbed it slowly, savoring the feel of the silk over her swelling folds. She fondled her rather well endowed breast with her other hand, rolling her rock hard nipple between her fingers. She stifled a moan as she watched her come closer to spilling her juices. She could tell she was close. Her breath had picked up and her moans grew more intense.



She fingered herself through the silk, sliding the ample fabric into her hole as she slipped her finger inside. She was close and hoped to bring herself before she did. She closed her eyes briefly as she slid another finger inside. She opened her eyes just in time to see her her arch her back spilling her juices in strong pulsing arch.



She cried out as she came causing her orgasm to crash into her. An involuntary moan tore from her lips. Eleanor looked up. Their eyes met and she knew at once that she had seen her. "I didn't think the door was open wide enough to be seen," she said slightly panicked. She watched as anger flooded her beautiful green eyes.



"Genevieve, come in and close the door please." She said in a trembling voice. The anger boiled off her in a wave yet she managed to keep her tone even and low.



She did as she was told opening the door just enough to squeeze in and closed it tightly behind her. She said nothing as her eyes traveled angrily over her, pausing a moment at the wetness on the front of her gown. She filed that piece of information for later, concentrating on the immediate problem.



"Come here, Gen." She waited silently while she walked to the bed and stood directly in front of her. Her long blond hair was hanging loose over her angelic face, her blue eyes turned down slightly in embarrassment. She noticed how her full round breasts heaved in excitement after what she saw and no doubt did. She couldn't believe she was spying on her.



"How dare you invade my privacy? Is this how you repay my mother, the Queen's kindness, by spying on her only daughter in her most intimate moments. She found you as a babe, abandoned, brought you in and raised you as one of her own, and this is how you honor her memory? She would roll over in her grave if she could see your behavior this morning. What do you have to say for yourself, Genevieve?"