The Ice Queen
The Ice Queen
The Ice Queen
‘This first cream might tingle a little," she said as she put on a pair of blue gloves and began smearing a thick, white cream all over my body. I was surprised when she also spread it on my face as if it were a shaving cream.
"This will remove all hair," she said calmly as she carefully spread the cream. As she was rubbing a generous amount over my balls and between my legs, she added, "The second cream will prevent the hair from regrowing for at least three months. The third cream is permanent."
Two of the girls started whimpering. I could see tears streaming down their faces. Their eyes were wide with fear.
"Don’t be afraid," the larger crewwoman said. "You only have to go through this once, and the rest of you have already had the first two creams."
That didn’t seem to placate the two girls. Their whimpering stopped, but the tears continued to flow.
The crewwoman was right. The first cream tingled... or maybe I should say it burned like hell, but in any case, by the time it was carefully scraped from my body by a crewwoman with what looked like a plastic straight razor, I was completely hairless.
The second cream was rubbed into my skin like a lotion. It didn’t hurt at all. It was actually almost soothing because it reduced the severe tingling and burning created by the first cream. The third cream didn’t burn at all. In fact, it caused my skin to feel very cold, almost as if someone had rubbed ice on it. After the crewwoman said, "All finished," I reached down and rubbed the skin between my legs and on my ball sack with the tips of my fingers. Then I reached back and felt my ass. It was truly as smooth as a baby’s bottom.
I stood there and watched as they applied the third cream to the other five girls. The two who had been whimpering sniffled a little as it was first applied, but stopped once they realized that it wasn’t going to be painful.
"Now for a shower," the crewwoman said and pulled me by the hand toward a door on one wall of the room. I expected there to be a small bathroom with a tiny shower stall. The bathroom was small, but larger than I expected and the shower stall was huge– at least twice as big as the bathroom itself.
The crewwoman turned a knob on the wall and water began spraying from at least a dozen showerheads mounted on the ceiling and walls of the shower area. After making sure that the water was at the desired temperature, she stepped into the downpour and pulled me in with her.
A bottle on the wall provided shampoo and soon my hair was all soaped up. "Keep your eyes closed tight," the crewwoman said as the water suddenly stopped. Then I felt her rubbing something into my skin. I would later find out it was a body wash which was also contained in a bottle on the wall of the shower room. After she had thoroughly rubbed the body wash all over my body with her hands, the water again turned on and the crewwoman made sure that everything was rinsed from my body and my hair.
After she rubbed me dry with a towel, the crewwoman pulled me back into the stateroom. As I was pulled out of the bathroom, Teri was being pulled in and Bobbie was waiting in line with the others.
"There isn’t much we can do with your hair," the crewwoman said, "at least not until it grows longer." She then used a hair dryer to comb and style it. "You will have to do this on your own from now on," she said firmly as she finished with my hair. "You will also have to do your own makeup, so you might as well start practicing."
It was a little late to try to back out, so I took a deep breath and said, "What do I do?"
"First you put on your cruise panties," she said firmly, "then you sit over at the makeup table."
The cruise panties were almost like the regular panties except they were a little shinier and a LOT tighter. In addition, there was no shaping pad, so my folded over prick and pushed back balls looked like a really weird camel toe.
Once I was at the makeup table, the crewwoman showed me how to use the eyebrow pencil to fill in and shape my eyebrows, and how to use the mascara and eyeliner. She wanted me to create a blue smokey effect with the eye shadow, but I think I put things on too thick and ended up with big blue circles around my eyes. "Don’t worry," she said, "it will get better as you practice." She then wiped everything off with makeup remover and put things on correctly. "I will do you for tonight because it is so important," she said, "but from now on, you are on your own."
I murmured "Thank you," and checked myself in the mirror. My eyes– actually my whole face– looked terrific. My eyes were a very light shadow blue and my lips were a bright red with a slightly darker lip liner.
"Be careful with the mascara," the crewwoman warned. "It isn’t the permanent type and will run if it gets wet." She chuckled and said, "Our Queen wants to see when you are crying from the pain or humiliation."
"I don’t think I want to go through with this," I said softly.
"Aren’t you a little late to be backing out?" a familiar voice said from the doorway to the room. Queen Teen stepped into the stateroom and walked over to stand in front of me. She, too, like all of the crewwomen, was now totally naked. She had a beautiful body with full, but pert breasts and a carefully trimmed triangle of tightly-curled black hair between her legs. Her nipples and areola were somehow even darker than her already black skin.
"Charlene," she said carefully, "if you truly want to leave, I will have the tender lowered and take you back to the mainland. If you want to stay, you will always have the right to stop everything and leave with no consequences. All you need do is say your man name three times, "Charles, Charles, Charles," and I will let you go.
"No, my Queen," I answered, "your slut Charlene desires to stay."
Teen reached out and stroked my chest and said, "Welcome, Charlene. You will be the prime mate in the ceremony tonight."
Had I known what the prime mate was supposed to do, I might have called out my name and gone home right then. ... No I wouldn’t have. I wouldn’t have called out my man name because I knew– I felt deep down within me– that I was where I belonged. I was one of The Ice Queen’s royal sluts.
We were far enough from land that we could no longer see the lights. But we were evidently still in shallow enough water to drop anchor and stop for awhile. When the six of us were called from our cabin, it was night and we were already riding at anchor.
A large, circular bed had been set up in the center of the open deck at the aft of the ship. Teen was standing next to the bed with another woman who looked even bigger and scarier than Teen did. Teen looked at the six of us standing in line and said, "This is Bubblejuice– at least that’s what it sounded like. She is my mating Mistress at Arms." Her voice got much harsher and more firm as she said, "You will call her Mistress and obey her every command."
She gestured at the crew standing around watching and said, "All other crewwomen, you will call Ma’am. Is that understood?"
This time I knew how to say it and quickly replied, "Yes, my Queen, this humble slut understands."
Teen nodded at Bubblejuice and then lay back on the bed. Teen had a muscular, but shapely body. Bubblejuice had muscles that jumped up out of her skin with her slightest movement. There was NO fat at all on her body. I was thinking that if I ever fucked her, I would get sucked up inside her and never be found again.
I think the other five sluts were thinking the same thing– or maybe something similar, but less X-rated. In any case, they seemed to be hanging back and cringing as much as I was. We all stood huddled together while Bubblejuice pulled four thick bands of leather out from under the bed. I was still trying to figure out what they were for when she wrapped one of them around Teen’s arm. I could see then that there was a special cuff on the end of the restraint. There was a similar, but slightly bigger cuff on the restraint for Teen’s legs. After attaching all four cuffs, Bubblejuice walked around the bed tightening the restraints until Teen was bound in a very taut X on the bed.
Bubblejuice then turned to me and said, "I am Bubblejuice, the first mate of this floating vessel which has brought us from the Motherland." She stopped and frowned slightly. Then she said, "You find my name funny, Charlene?"
The other girls immediately stepped a little ways away from me. I made several attempts to speak but only got out squeaks or grunts. Then I finally said, "I’m sorry, Mistress, but yes, your name sounds funny to me."
"Why?" Bubblejuice asked. "Is it not the name of a high quality wine in your country?"
"Oh!" I blurted out. "Bubblejuice... Champagne... the wine that bubbles is called Champagne." I quickly looked around and Bobbie was giving me the rolling hands thing again. I quickly added, "... Mistress Champagne."
"Thank you for correcting our computer’s translation to your language," she said with a smile. "My name is Champagne, but you will continue to call me just Mistress."
"Yes, Mistress," I quickly replied. "This humble slut understands."
"Now," Champagne said firmly, "I will explain what you are about to do... and why. You will notice that there are only women on this ship and that all of us are black. And since that word is applied to many different people in your country, I want to be totally clear. We are black, not brown or chocolate or almost white. We are black. We are black because no white man has diluted the purity of our blood."
She chuckled deeply. That chuckle combined with her smile made me fear her even more. She viewed herself as so much above us that we were but ignorant animals to her.
"And we are rich," she said firmly, "because no man– black, white, green, or yellow– has ever added his genetic impurities to our race. We are a purely female tribe."
She paused to look around and lifted up her eyes slightly like she was remembering something very special. "About four hundred years ago," she continued, "the Great Mother was born. When she came of age, she was somehow able to give birth without the benefit of a man. All of her daughters were identical to her, and all of them also could give birth without a man. Through the centuries, minor differences have appeared among the daughters and granddaughters, but we are all pure descendants of the Great Mother."
She laughed lightly and then smiled again at us. "That does not mean," she said, "that men were not needed." Her smile became almost a leer at this point. "Unless a potential mother is greatly aroused– as in fucked almost out of her mind– her egg, though complete, cannot be released." She cocked her head and said, "Some of our scientists have said that it might even be that the male sperm must be present even though it is not accepted by the egg."
She was now staring at all of us. "That is where you come in," she said strongly. "None of you could possibly give the Queen the kind of fucking that she needs. So, one of you, the Prime Mate, will excite the Queen with your tongue. While you are doing that, the other five will be fucking you in the ass."
She shrugged her shoulders. "I don’t know why we do it that way, but since we really don’t understand how this can all take place, we stick to the ancient rituals passed down from mother to daughter.
"After all five have put their seed in you, and after the Mistress at Arms– that’s me– has determined that the Queen is sufficiently aroused, you will be allowed to deposit your sperm in her birthing canal."
The six of us stood there silently looking at her until she said loudly, "Sluts! Strip for action!"
We all immediately dropped our panties to the ground. I was slightly aroused by the thought of eventually fucking the Queen. A couple of the girls were fully erect, probably at the thought of fucking me in the ass.
Mistress Champagne directed me to lay more or less between my Queen’s legs on the bed. After moving me around a little bit, I was almost kneeling on the ground with my waist bent over the edge of the mattress. My chest was nearly flat on the bed; my hands were on the outside of my Queen’s hips; and my mouth– with the help of Mistress Champagne’s hands– was pressed tightly against my Queen’s cunt.
"Start lapping, slut!" Mistress Champagne said harshly. "And keep lapping until I tell you to stop."
I’d never ever gone down on a girl before, but my tongue seemed to know what to do, and I could tell by the sounds Teen was making whether or not I was where I should be. I lapped between her pussy lips for a while and then when her clit started swelling, I accidentally lapped across that. Her clit was a slightly different color from the rest of her pussy lips. It also tasted different than the rest of her slit. I really don’t know why that is, but once I had given it a couple of licks, I knew that was where I had to spend at least part of my time. I also sucked on it just a little and Teen began bucking her hips up into my face.
Meanwhile, I heard Mistress Champagne behind me saying, "We need to get you loosened up a little bit."
I looked over at her and immediately wished I hadn’t. She was holding what looked like a rhinoceros horn– at least that’s the way it was shaped. It was probably plastic, but I couldn’t tell for sure because she was smearing some kind of shiny lube all over it. I flinched as she squirted more of the lube between my asscheeks right on my rosebud. Then I flinched again as I felt that horn pushing against my back door.
The horn was cold, but it was relatively small on the end and it was very slippery. I grunted once or twice as she pushed it a little ways in and out of my ass. I could feel myself stretching as she pushed it farther and farther in. It was almost starting to feel good when she suddenly pulled it all the way out and said brightly, "Bobbie, you’re first."
I felt someone moving up to stand between my legs. Then the bed compressed slightly as hands pushed down on the mattress on either side of my chest. Right after that, Bobbie’s prick slid into my ass. I really expected it to hurt or for it to be harder for him to push into me, but evidently that rhino horn had me stretched out pretty good.
Mistress Champagne tapped me on the back of the head and said, "Keep focused on your task, slut."
I went back to licking, lapping, and sucking while Bobbie thrust in and out of my ass. She didn’t seem to last very long. As soon as she squirted into me, she pulled out and stepped away. I don’t know who took her place, but soon a different prick was pumping into my ass. She lasted a little longer, but like Bobbie, pulled out as soon as she had squirted into me. I didn’t really feel anything go into me, but I could feel her muscles tighten and her prick twitch when she spurted.
I lost count of the girls fucking me in the ass so I’m not sure if they repeated or went at me just once. I was too concerned with making my Queen go higher and higher and higher to pay any attention to that. She was bucking up into my face harder and harder now and it was becoming difficult to keep my mouth on her cunt. Finally Mistress Champagne said, "It’s time," and started releasing the straps on Queen Teen’s arms and legs.
As soon as she was free, she let out a loud, deep groan and clamped her legs around my head. She bounced up and down a couple of times and then twisted on the bed. It went on long enough so that I went from worrying that she might break my neck to worrying that she would suffocate me. I felt Mistress Champagne slap Teen lightly on her thigh and suddenly my Queen’s legs opened.
"She needs your sperm inside her," Mistress Champagne said, nearly picking me up and centering me over Teen’s cunt. She pushed down on my lower back and I slid easily inside. I tried to start thrusting, but she was thrusting up so hard that all I could do was ride on top of her and try not to get bounced all the way off. In just a few minutes I spurted and seconds later my Queen let out a blood-curdling yell and fell back onto the bed moaning softly.
I wasn’t sure what to do, but Mistress Champagne grabbed me by the hips, lifted me off of Teen, and set me standing on the floor. "The drone sluts are excused," she said firmly, "but you will each service one of the crewwomen tonight and then each day until the time of mating is over."
I looked over at Bobbie and Teri to see if they knew what that meant, but they looked as confused as I did. Mistress Champagne, however, turned me by the shoulder so that I was facing her and said, "That means tonight you’re with me... and for the next six nights, you’ll be with a different crewwoman."
She reached down and sort of stroked my prick and said, "I assume he has another round in him." Then she lifted my chin and said, "And I’ve never seen a drone’s tongue go limp before it could finish the job."
She pulled me down a passageway toward what was apparently her room... or at least, it was our room for the night. As she lay back on the bed, she said, "I’m not a Queen so I don’t have to be restrained." She smiled at me and said, "Don’t worry, despite my strength, I won’t kill you when I lose control. Just remember to pat my thigh if you can’t breath."
It was pretty obvious what I was supposed to do, so I got down between her legs and started nuzzling in. She smelled different than Teen... not bad, just different. Actually she had a nice odor and taste. It took a while to get her bucking and humping up against my face and then a while longer before she started wailing and wrapping her legs around my head.
I waited as long as I could before slapping her thigh to remind her to let me breath. When she opened her legs, she reached down and pulled me up on top of her so that I could enter her. With her, I was doing almost as much thrusting as she was, but she was much, much stronger than me and I still had to work to keep from getting bucked off. When I finally spurted, she wailed again and wrapped her legs around my waist. Then she pulled me in really tight against her cunt and started shaking and wailing.
When we had both calmed down a little, she said softly, "You may leave."
I answered "Yes, Ma’am," but still stood at the end of her bed. After a moment or so, she said, "Do you have a question?"
I pointed to my mouth and she said, "You may speak."
"Thank you, Ma’am, for letting this humble slut speak," I replied. Then I asked, "Why me?"
She chuckled and smiled at me and then said, "Because you are very white and very weak."
"I don’t understand," I said.
She explained, "Although the women of our tribe reproduce without the genetic material of a man, it is possible that a strong man might somehow impregnate one of us and ruin what the Great Mother has created." She paused and then said, "That is why we always choose males who are weak. I believe the term in your world is a Sissy."
I started to speak, but she held up her hand and I immediately closed my mouth. "The reason we choose someone who is so white is so that, should the impossible occur, it will be apparent in the offspring even if the child looks very much like her mother."
She paused to look at me and then continued, "No, we don’t kill the child. We merely arrange for her– or him– to grow up in your land as what you would consider to be normal men or women."
After a moment of silence, she said, "Now go to your common room. You sluts will have a lot to talk about tonight, and..." She bobbed her head from side to side as she smiled, "... who knows, you may want to become closer to your new slutmates."
I became a lot closer to the other five sluts that night. In fact, I almost wore out little Charlene. And Billie’s little Billie nearly wore me out. I’m still not gay. Men don’t really interest me, but we sluts aren’t really men anymore. We are Royal Drones... whatever that actually means.
When Spring Break ended, people on campus noticed that Queen Teen had added another princess to her court, but no one recognized who it was. They never saw me as a boy, so they can’t remember who I am as a girl. I am just one more smiling bimbo in a short skirt and shiny white panties.
We sluts try to smile at everyone as we walk through the crowds. Almost everyone smiles back... except Dwayne. He recognizes me just like he recognized his big brother who is now Bobbie. He scowls at us and sometimes yells out foul names as we walk past. I wish there were some way I could sit down and talk to him. Then I would tell him that I... and Bobbie... are very happy. We are where we should be, in the court of– and under the protection of– the Ice Queen.