The Empress's New Lingerie and Other Erotic Fairy Tales (14 page)

“As you can see, Your Highness—as anyone who is chaste and pure of heart can see—we have made you the most modest set of long johns to wear under your new gown.”

Then they held out a pair of high-heeled pumps made from the blackest of patent leather, with spiked stiletto heels that gleamed like swords in the sunlight.

“And we also took the liberty of having the cobbler fashion a new pair of comfortable, sensible shoes for your arduous procession. Now hurry and get dressed, for your people await you!”

As if in a trance, the empress slipped into the dressing room with her lady-in-waiting.

“These are the most proper and modest undergarments you've ever seen, are they not?” she asked her friend.

“Indeed, milady,” the maid murmured as she laced the empress into the boned bustier. “This camisole hides your shoulders, back, and chest with excellent coverage,” she lied, pushing the empress's firm, round breasts into place above the cruel bones of the bodice as she pulled the laces tight. Victoria had never needed assistance with her undergarments before, and the touch of her lady's tender hands was thrilling. When they were done, the provocative brassiere overflowed with her flesh and her long, pink nipples stood out, exposed, erect, and pulsating, just above the lace-trimmed edge of the half-moon cups. The empress regarded herself in the long mirror and thought she looked extremely modest and proper, except for one tiny adjustment that needed to be made.

“Tighter,” she purred, sucking her belly inward so her waist could be cinched as small as a kitten's neck. “Tighter, please.”

“Of course.” The lady pulled hard on the satin strings of the bodice and transformed Victoria's already tiny waist into a bending, yielding reed of almost scandalous slenderness. This was a tiny bit painful, but also sort of delicious, as her ribs were lifted to a floating position and the diminished oxygen to her lungs caused an intoxicating light-headedness. The rigid, inward pull of the bustier's stays made a fascinating contrast between the enslaved, minimized waist and the lush, fulsome bosom and hips that blossomed on either end; the empress had achieved the perfect hour-glass figure in her new lingerie.

“And the bottoms? Are they not perfectly prim and modest, too?”

“Of course, Highness. These leggings are of the most decent sort, designed to protect the virtue of a virtuous lady.” She was now kneeling before her queen, fixing the leather thong in its secret place, snapping the lace garter belt across the soft, velvet plane of her hips and belly, slipping the whispering stockings onto her never-ending legs. From her intimate spot pressed up against Victoria's twitching pelvis, the young lady-in-waiting could smell the fragrant, earthy bloom of her mistress's flower and she couldn't resist a tiny, impulsive kiss on those hidden lips. Victoria pretended this gesture was as invisible to her sense of touch as the phantom gown was to her vision. But there was no mistaking the lurching movement she felt within. Finally, the breathless lady-in-waiting slipped the high-heeled pumps onto her mistress's dainty feet, and stood up. She then made a move like she was pulling a gown over the empress's head, although there was, of course, no gown to be seen.

“There,” the girl whispered in Victoria's ear, with a tiny nibble on the delicate lobe. “Are you ready to parade before the eyes of a thousand strangers?”

“Mmmm,” cooed the empress, almost in a swoon. “I am ready.”

Oh, how she swayed like the wind-blown palms, how she undulated her suddenly liberated hips that spread out like fertile hillocks below the cinched waist and overflowing bosom above. The proud empress paraded among the throng, eager to reveal herself in her fantastic new gown to an admiring crowd. But the reaction among the peasants far exceeded anything she had imagined. They not only admired their stunning empress, they were driven to mad ecstasies of adoration. Men and women alike wept with gratitude as she passed by, displaying her new finery. Every couple of streets she would stop to ask if anybody cared to feel the careful stitchery of the elegant bodice or the rich weave of the skirts.

“Oh, yes, Highness, yes,” they blubbered, and dozens of grasping hands would reach out at once to fondle the bare arms and bosom, the radiant buttocks and leather-and-lace-clad belly of their untouchable sovereign.

“Is the color not exquisite? Is the texture not superb?” panted the empress as she ground against their untamed caresses.

But the men could not answer, for they were so overtaken by the empress's new apparel that they soiled their own well-worn clothing right then and there with an unholy explosion of lust. Then they would sink in a heap at her feet and their aroused but yet-to-be-satisfied wives would have to revive them to make room for the next wave of ardent admirers.

“Ah, I knew I ruled over goodly citizens,” she thought. “For even these simple folk can all see and appreciate my fine new gown. This proves they are completely chaste in thought and deed, and I am blessed to be the recipient of their pure and platonic love.”

But then she spied a particularly handsome young laborer standing slightly apart from the writhing, whimpering, grasping crowd. He peered at the cavorting empress with a bemused expression from under heavy-lidded eyes while absentmindedly chewing on a piece of straw. She feared that if he were so unmoved by this display, perhaps he could not see the gown in question and was therefore not worthy to call himself her loyal subject. Much as she would hate to banish such a strapping young fellow from the kingdom, it would, of course, be her duty to do so were the laborer found to be morally lacking.

“Here then—you!” she commanded the youth.

“Me, milady?”

“Yes, knave. You alone seem to be indifferent to my dress.”

“Quite the contrary, Your Highness,” replied the lad. “I find your getup most becoming.”

“Do you?” asked Victoria. “Then why do you not join the others in fingering and stroking the wondrous cloth or placing an appreciative kiss upon the charming bodice and elegant peplum?”

“Well,” answered the cheeky fellow, whose jaunty attitude and cool demeanor toward her further aroused the already inflamed empress, “I would be delighted to admire a well-made bodice and elegant peplum if, indeed, there were any. But I'm afraid,” he continued, “the empress isn't wearing any clothes!”

“What?!” cried Victoria.

“You heard me. I said the empress isn't wearing any clothes! Just obscene and indecent lingerie, which, as I said, is most becoming to Her Ladyship's figure.”

A hushed murmur spread among the horde. “The empress has no clothes, the empress has no clothes!” And those few who had been able to restrain themselves now climaxed furiously with the sudden liberation of this admission.

“Blasphemy! Heresy!” bellowed the mortified empress. “You, young man, simply cannot see the pure and modest garments I am wearing, which proves that you are nothing but a low and vulgar blackguard with lechery in your heart. I hereby banish you from my sight!”

“No,” drawled the young man, who by now had stripped himself of all clothes. “You do not banish me, Empress. You embrace me, with all your heart and soul.” He encircled the tiny cinched waist of the exposed empress and drew her toward his outstretched erection. Then he bent her over, right in front of the devouring eyes of the people, and slipped inside her dripping, virgin cunt, fucking her hard and long on the public square for all the world to see.

About the Author

H
ILLARY
R
OLLINS
is a playwright, screenwriter, and essayist who has contributed to
Cosmopolitan
and several book anthologies.

Copyright © 2001 by Hillary Rollins

Published by arrangement of Hillary Rollins and becker+mayer!

All rights reserved.

Published in the United States by Three Rivers Press, an imprint of the Crown Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc., New York.

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Three Rivers Press and the Tugboat design are registered trademarks of Random House, Inc.

Originally published in hardcover in the United States by Harmony Books, an imprint of the Crown Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc., New York, in 2001.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Rollins, Hillary.

The empress's new lingerie and other erotic fairy tales: bedtime stories for grown-ups / by Hillary Rollins.

1. Erotic stories, American. 2. Fairy tales—Adaptations. I. Title.

PS3618.O55E46 2001

813'.6—dc21 2001024769

eISBN: 978-0-307-34176-1

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