Tagatha Fie, seventh child and youngest daughter of Baron Fie and seven hundred and ninetieth in line to the Skull Throne of Euphoria, prowled the hallway. Servants nervously asked if she needed anything. She dismissed three of them outright but sent two of them to her bedchambers for punishment later. The two servants hadn’t done anything wrong, but if Tagatha didn’t get what she wanted today, she planned to amuse herself with tormenting the innocent workers.
Baron Qagustus Fie strode down the hallway. His plump face frowned when he saw his daughter. He shook his head as he approached her.
“Out of the way, Tagatha, I have a meeting,” the Baron boomed.
Tagatha stepped in his way. “I know. That is why I waited here. My maid informed me that you cancelled my trip to the pleasure markets. I demand to know why.”
The Baron came to a stop before Tagatha. He nervously rubbed his belly. Not looking her in the eye, he stood up straighter and addressed the top of her curly brown hair.
“I have decided that it is past time for you to learn the family business,” Baron Fie said. “You are twenty-five and old enough to be responsible like your siblings. Starting tomorrow, you will begin training at the Sonic Munitions Fabricator on the coast. I want you to oversee operations there when you are adequately prepared.”
Cold dread gripped Tagatha’s heart. The horrid day had finally come. Her father expected her to work! She was destined to become a number crunching, efficiency obsessed manufacturer like the rest of her family. It was too detestable to even consider!
“Now out of my way,” Baron Fie said, still staring at the top of Tagatha’s head. “I have an important meeting with a select customer and-“
Baron Fie’s voice trailed off. A black dot appeared on his forehead. A wisp of smoke came from the dot. When the smoke cleared, Tagatha could see the far wall through the hole in her father’s head.
Tagatha opened her mouth to scream. A hand clamped over her mouth. Something hot and small pressed against the back of her dress. It felt like the barrel of a laser pistol recently fired.
“Stay calm,” a voice whispered in her ear.
Baron Qagustus Fie’s body collapsed to the ground. Tagatha felt the urge to scream again but she suppressed it.
“Make a sound, and you die. Understand?” the voice whispered.
Tagatha nodded her head. The strong hand released her mouth. The hot pistol barrel left her back. She looked down but saw nothing there.
There was a disturbance in the air. A hand and arm clad in black fabric suddenly appeared. The hand opened and a small holographic image appeared. It depicted a beautiful woman with long dark curly hair. She wore tight red leather across her perfect breasts. A cruel smile spread across her ruby lips.
Tagatha gasped. It was Queen Erishella. Or a recording of her. Either way, Tagatha found it harder to breathe.
“The bearer of this hologram acts on my authority,” the holographic Queen said. “Show them the same respect you would show me.”
The unknown person closed his hand. The hologram vanished. Tagatha’s heart tried to escape from the cage of her chest.
“Do you recognize the Queen’s authority?” the voice whispered.
Tagatha nodded. Her right arm shook.
“Your family has sold weapons to members of the Gem Moons Resistance, while also supplying arms to the Queen,” the voice said.
Tagatha said nothing. To deny it would be to deny the voice of the Queen. To acknowledge it would be to admit knowledge of treason.
“Your family’s guilt has been judged,” the voice continued. “The punishment for individual members has yet to be decided. Do you understand?
“Y-y-yes,” Tagatha said through stuttering lips. The fact that the Queen’s representative was talking to her instead of executing her was a good sign. It meant there was hope.
“Stand still,” the voice said. The hand in front of her clenched. A small energy blade emerged from the wrist. The field was red in color, matching the Queen’s lips.
The hand turned towards Tagatha. She almost screamed and stopped herself in time. The tip of the energy blade split the fabric of her dress. With a swift downward motion, the blade sliced opened the front of her dress from neck to waist.
The energy blade moved to Tagatha’s throat. It hovered close enough to make her skin tingle. The man’s other hand pulled at her dress. He tore the front of her dress until both of her breasts were exposed to the open air.
The man cupped a breast. His palm and fingers completely enclosed her small tit. Despite her terror, her nipple hardened in response.
“You are going to stay here,” the voice said. “Don’t move your feet for anything. While I am gone, I want you to pinch your nipples. Make sure they are sore and tender by the time I get back.”
The hand vanished. Tagatha listened for footsteps but heard nothing. Was she alone, or was the person still there?
Did it matter? Tagatha had her orders. She grabbed both of her nipples and pinched them. Twin flares of pain lanced her breasts.
“Queen have mercy,” Tagatha whispered. She looked down at the corpse of her father. Selling weapons to the Resistance? That idiot! Was he some sort of anti-royalist? Tagatha thought that was unlikely. He did it purely for the money.
Tagatha grinded her nipples between her fingers. She winced at the discomfort but she kept pinching. There was only one way to survive today and that was to do what the Queen’s assassin wanted.
There were footsteps coming down the hall. Tagatha turned her head, remembering not to move her feet. It was one of her mother’s servants.
“Milady, what are you doing?” the older woman asked. The woman openly looked at Tagatha’s exposed breasts. Like all Euphorians, Tagatha felt no shame in her body, though it irked her to let a servant enjoy the sight of her body without the proper amount of begging first.
“Go away!” Tagatha hissed. Was she allowed to speak? She wasn’t sure.
The servant saw Baron Fie lying on the ground. “Milady! Is that your father?” She ran towards the body and saw the open eyes. “Queen’s blood, he’s dead!”
“Go to the punishment chamber, right now!” Tagatha snapped.
The servant looked at Tagatha and her pinched nipples, and then down at the Baron. She wrung her hands. “Milady, I think you might be in shock.”
Tagatha snarled at the servant. Unconsciously, she relayed that aggression through her fingers and cruelly twisted her nipples. “I will kill you if you don’t leave RIGHT NOW!”
The servant squealed and ran down the corridor.
“Queen’s tit!” Tagatha swore. Her father was dead, the Queen had passed judgement on the family and the damn servants weren’t listening! This day was terrible.
Tagatha looked down at her breasts. Her nipples hurt but was it enough? She felt the rare urge to over-achieve. Gritting her teeth, she pulled nipples away from her body as hard she could.
Agony bit her nipples. Tears sprang to Tagatha’s eyes. She pulled on her nipples as hard as she could and then pulled a little more.
The left nipple popped free from her fingers. Tagatha quickly grabbed it and resumed pulling. The pain seemed to double.
There were more footsteps. Tagatha sighed and turned her head. It was her mother’s servant again, but this time she had a man with her, Captain Peq!
“Milady, what is happening?” the Captain boomed. The handsome man was the Captain of her family’s guard and served as the right-hand man to the Baron. Tagatha had tried to seduce him several times but he always rebuffed her. She had a suspicion that he was fucking her mother.
“Captain, you should go,” Tagatha said.
The Captain was about to speak when his chest suddenly exploded in a red spray. Blood landed a meter away from Tagatha’s feet. The Captain collapsed to the ground to reveal a hovering red energy blade behind him.
The servant screamed. The red blade swung around and bisected her head. The scream died.
Tagatha opened her mouth to scream but all that came out was a whimper. Clamping her mouth shut, she twisted her sore nipples. Tears shimmered in her eyes, either from the pain or the graphic violence.
A man appeared in the middle of the carnage. Black fabric covered his body from head to toe. A skintight black mask concealed his face.
“Congratulations, you are still here,” the man said. It was the assassin!
Tagatha nodded weakly. Had he been here the entire time? Or was he stalking the Captain and chose this moment to strike? Neither possibility offered any comfort.
“Let go of your nipples,” the man commanded.
Tagatha did as he said. The pain lessened but Tagatha felt little relief.
The man came closer and Tagatha studied him. The power blade still emerged from the back of his wrist. On his belt was a pistol, a rack of grenades and other weapons that Tagatha didn’t recognize. He was thin, almost too thin, though a prominent bulge was impossible to miss.
The man stood in front of her and brought his free hand to her breast. He lightly pressed down on the nipple. Tagatha winced in pain.
“Good, you can follow directions,” the man said. “Stand still.”
The man touched the tip of the power blade to Tagatha’s waist. The energy vaporized the fabric of her dress. He worked carefully down her legs, cutting the cloth open as he worked.
Tagatha shuddered and fought it as best she could. The power blade could cut her open with a touch. No matter how hard her heart beat, she refused to shake.
The man cut his way down her dress and then cut across to her other foot. As carefully as any tailor, he worked his way back up Tagatha’s other leg. He returned to his initial cut and completed the circuit.
The front of Tagatha’s dress fell to the ground. A window now exposed her underwear and legs down to her shoes. A flimsy swathe of lacy fabric covered her hairless sex.
“Keep your feet where they are and stroke yourself,” the man commanded. “I want those panties soaking wet by the time I come back. Also, keep your nipples in their tender state.”
Tagatha nodded. She put her hand between her legs and pressed down on the thin fabric. To her surprise, she was already wet.
The man took a step back and vanished again. There was no shimmer in the air or prismatic shift like you get with most invisibility fields. One moment he was there and the next, he was gone.
Was he still here? Maybe he lingered to see if Tagatha was obeying his orders. She had no way of knowing.
Tagatha rubbed her pussy through her underwear. The lace caught on her fingertips but she kept rubbing. She had chosen these panties because she had planned to go to the pleasure markets and the lace would have been a wonderful sensation as she slowly soaked them. Now she was soaking them not for her pleasure, but for the pleasure of the Queen’s assassin.
Who was he? Was he even a he? The skintight uniform he wore left little to the imagination but you could never be sure. The bulge between his legs suggested that whatever gender they were, they were packing something impressive.
There was a beep. It came from the dead Captain’s wrist communicator.
“Captain, come in! Jutus is dead! His throat has been slashed!”
Tagatha froze in mid-stroke. Jutus was her eldest brother. He was a cruel bastard and a ruthless businessman. She had always assumed he would murder father, but now he is dead for the sins of the family.
The communicator beeped again. Multiple voices tried to get the attention of the deceased Captain.
“Captain, the armory has been sealed! No one can get in!”
“Captain! The Baroness is dead! What should we do?”
“Captain, someone killed Zeo and Diero!”
“Captain, respond! Respond!”
Tagatha stroked herself in a frenzy. Her mother was dead. The old woman seemed immortal and untouchable and now she was gone. Zeo and Diero, her sister and brother and partners in so many terrible cruelties, were finally given the justice they had long deserved. The casualties were rising and the guards were useless. Tagatha’s only hope was to finger her pussy until her panties were dripping wet.
Her nipples! Tagatha had forgotten about them. Keeping one hand on her pussy, she used her other hand to grab a tit. The nipple was tender to the touch but Tagatha pinched it anyway. A whimper escaped her lips.
The communicator stopped beeping. Did the guards realize the Captain wouldn’t answer them? Or were the guards themselves no longer among the living?
Tagatha stroked harder. She rutted against her finger. The thin panties stuck to her damp lips. Shivers of fear and lust made her thighs tremble.
Where was the assassin now? Was he stalking one of her brothers? Perhaps he was disposing of more guards. Could he be here right now, watching her?
Another shudder ran through Tagatha. She hoped he was watching. Her life depended on proving her submission to him. He needed to see her rubbing her wet pussy. It was important for him to see how hard she was torturing her nipples.
Tagatha moaned. Desire flowed from her pussy. She was terrified, but also terribly aroused. Had she gone mad from the shock of her family’s execution? Or was she simply responding to the complete domination of the Queen’s representative?
Either way, Tagatha was approaching climax. Was she allowed to come? The assassin hadn’t forbidden it, but he hadn’t exactly commanded it either. Tagatha’s normal instinct was to look for a loophole to satisfy her selfish desires, but for once in her life, she erred on the side of obedience.
Tagatha pulled her fingers away from her sex. She brought her wet fingers to her other nipple and pinched. The pain should have muted the pleasure between her legs, but it only enhanced it instead.
Something pressed against her panties. Tagatha jumped but she stayed in place. She felt the bridge of a nose nuzzle against her drenched panties, followed by the contours of a lip.
The sensation stopped. The Queen’s Assassin suddenly appeared in front of her. There was a damp spot on the black mask where his nose and lips were.
“Squat down on your heels,” he commanded.
Tagatha obeyed. She lowered herself to the floor. The bulge was directly in front of her face. The assassin pressed something on his waist and a seam appeared along the ridge of the bulge. A thick pale cock sprung from the clothing, fully erect.
Tagatha’s lips opened in desire. She wanted that cock. It belonged to the man who was destroying her family but she didn’t care. She wanted to take it between her lips and show her adoration.
But she stayed where she was. Her life was at stake. Tagatha wouldn’t do a thing until commanded.
The assassin grabbed the back of her head and pulled. Tagatha opened her mouth wide and took the thick cock into her mouth. It hit the back of her throat and kept going. The assassin pinned her face to his crotch as his cock pulsed in her mouth.
The hand moved away from Tagatha’s head. “Suck,” he commanded.
Tagatha moaned and slid her head back. Her tongue traced the veins of his cock as she moved. She sucked hard enough to make her cheeks pucker.
When she reached the tip of his cock, she let her tongue lick once, twice, thrice and a fourth time before slowly sliding back down the hard length of his member. Centimeter by centimeter she took his phallus until her chin rested on his hairless balls. She opened her lips and struck her tongue under his back to flick his balls before resealing her lips around him. Then she moved back up and repeated the process.
On the fifth cycle of slow sucking, a loud explosion was heard from above. The walls shook. Tagatha nearly fell over but she kept her balance. She paused and looked up at the assassin.
“Someone finally made it to the panic bunker,” the assassin said. “I’ll figure out who it was when I analyze the debris field.”
The assassin’s cock pulsed in Tagatha’s mouth. Tagatha closed her eyes and continued to suck him.
“Enough,” the assassin said. He pulled out of her tight lips with a ‘POP’. “Bend forward and get on your knees. I want your face on the floor and your ass in the air. Keep your pussy wet for me.”
Tagatha nodded and the assassin tucked his cock back into his pants. He vanished a second later. Once more, she was alone. Maybe.
There was no time to think about that. Tagatha leaned forward and got on her hands and knees. She looked down at the ground. There was blood on the floor. It was probably from the Captain’s chest. Tagatha was tempted to pivot away from the blood.
No, she knew better. Tagatha turned her head and leaned forward. The blood was warm against her cheek. A chill ran up her spine. Unsure what to do with her hands, Tagatha kept them planted on the floor.
Blood rushed to Tagatha’s head. Her ass was in the air but the back of her dress covered it. Should she move it? The assassin hadn’t mentioned her dress. Would he reward her initiative or punish her for moving outside his commands?
Thinking of which, what was the assassin going to do with Tagatha? Her father had betrayed the Queen. Did Queen Erishella in her infallible wisdom consider the family guilty as well? Was it possible that the assassin was merely delaying Tagatha’s inevitable execution so that he could enjoy her body?
Another chill went down Tagatha’s sloping spine.
Wait, the assassin did say that punishment for individual members had yet to be decided. It was possible that death might not be Tagatha’s fate today. She could be punished in public as a lesson for others. She could be sentenced to a year of being a public whore for the unemployed and the less fortunate. Or worse, the assassin could decide to send her to a slave trainer so that she could begin a life of servitude.
Another idea sprung to life. Perhaps the assassin would take Tagatha with him. He would make her his personal bed-slave and commit so many delicious assaults on her body. She would have no family, no wealth and no choice as the cruel assassin fucked her wet pussy with his thick pale cock.
Tagatha moaned. She quickly reached back and grabbed the hem of her dress. It was awkward, but Tagatha managed to pull her dress up and over her ass while still keeping her cheek to the floor.
There was a beep. Someone was trying to contact the Captain.
“Captain? Anyone there? I can’t find an-ERRK!”
Tagatha realized she had forgotten about her pussy. She pressed her hand to her pussy. The panties were still damp. She moaned as she slid her fingers up and down. There was nothing to worry about. She was still dripping wet.
Time dragged on. Tagatha waited and stroked her pussy. When was he coming back?
A laser fired. It sounded close.
Tagatha kept stroking.
The Captain’s communicator beeped but no one spoke.
Tagatha stroked harder.
The lights flickered but stayed on.
Tagatha felt her orgasm starting to come so she stopped.
Something pounded on the floor. Tagatha realized it was the sound of her pulse.
“Good,” a voice said. “You learn quickly.”
Tagatha sobbed. It was the assassin!
Something sharp nicked Tagatha’s ass. She winced at the pain and felt her panties fall apart. Gloved hands grabbed her hips. Something thick and warm pressed against her pussy from behind.
A hard cock entered Tagatha. She moaned and kept her cheek to the floor. Her hands gripped the floor as the thick member filler her sex.
“Your family is dead,” the assassin said. “You are the last survivor.”
Tagatha answered with a moan.
The assassin fucked her. Long, precise thrusts entered her pussy. Gloved fingers dug into her hips with painful strength.
“Queen Erishella wants the production of her weapons to continue,” the assassin said. “You will see that this happens.”
Tagatha frowned. “I, uh, don’t know how to run the factories.”
The assassin stopped. His cock pulsed inside Tagatha. One of the gloved hands let go of her hip.
“Are you refusing your call to service?” the assassin asked.
“No, no, no!” Tagatha said. She pushed back against the assassin’s cock. “I am just admitting my weakness. I don’t want to disappoint the Queen!”
“Hmm, keep doing that,” he said.
Tagatha fucked the assassin. It was difficult from her position but she kept doing it. She humped the assassin’s cock with ass in the air and her face pressed to drying blood.
“I will inform the Queen of your concern and suggest she send you someone to train you,” the assassin said. “I will let her know of your eagerness to obey.”
“Yes,” Tagatha moaned.
“You may climax,” the assassin said.
Tagatha humped faster. The sparing of her life had given her a new surge of energy. She raced towards her orgasm.
“Glory to the Queen!” Tagatha cried as she came.
The assassin grabbed her hips and fucked her again. He locked her place as he pounded her sex. The fury of his thrusts made her frantic humping look lazy by comparison.
“Glory to the Queen!” the assassin cried. Hot seed filled Tagatha’s pussy. The assassin kept thrusting until he had released his entire payload inside her.
And then the assassin pulled out. Tagatha sighed as the thick cock left her. Seed fell from her tender sex.
Tagatha waited for a command. More seed dripped from her sex. Was he gone? Was it safe to stand up?
She stayed where she was. While she waited, her fingers returned to her sex. She was sensitive to the touch, but she gently stroked herself anyway.
“I’ll give him an hour to return,” Tagatha said. She wasn’t taking any chances.