The Bound Queen - A Halloween Story

Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, Katie was her normal self, meaning that she was no longer insatiable. In fact, she had no desire for sex at all. Monday evening, just before dark, we parked in one of the lesser-used parking lots for the reserve. I left a note in the window that said, "Would not start. Tow will pick up in the morning," and we began walking across the fields toward the edge of the heath.

Twilight was past by the time we reached the proper place. Katie stripped out of the heavy dress that was her only clothing and stood between the trees which the Queen had designated. Her nipples stiffened almost immediately in the cool, night air.

As I approached her with the ropes, she slipped something up over her legs. She had been holding it in her hand since we left the car and I thought at first it was perhaps a thong of some sort, but she explained, "It's a butterfly vibrator. I've got it pulled up above my clit right now, but after you take me from the front, pull it into place so it will keep me excited through the rest of it."

She looked at me a little sheepishly and said, "The Queen was right. Being totally turned on does really help with the pain."

I desperately wanted to know where she had gotten the vibrator, but instead I asked, "Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

"No," she said in a slightly quivering voice, "but we have to do it."

I gave her a deep kiss and then pulled the ropes taut so that she was held in a tight X between the trees. I admit that I have read a few-- OK more than a few-- bondage fantasies, and they make it sound so simple to fuck a woman who is tied standing up, but it is actually a lot of work. You can't lift her up and she can't really move, so you end up having to half-way crouch down just to enter her. Then your legs are bent at an odd angle and you can't get the proper muscle action to thrust. Maybe if she were suspended slightly higher in the air, or if I were a lot shorter it would have been easier.

The tension on her limbs did, however, greatly increase the sensations for both of us as I thrust in and out. Soon she was moaning and crying out, but still, because of the awkward position, I couldn't seem to get to the right spot for either of us to finish. Finally, she started trembling and shaking in orgasm and I spurted within her.

Suddenly Queen Boudica was hanging before me. I hate to admit it, but it no longer surprised or shocked me at all. I had evidently gotten so used to Katie changing that I was now jaded to the whole experience. What did startle me, however, was the fact that she was totally naked. That meant that the butterfly had somehow gone with Katie to wherever it was that she had gone.

"The lash," the Queen cried out. "Use the lash. One hundred strokes."

As I started striking her, she grunted in pain and then said, "You have to hurry. This must end at midnight."

I sped up my lashing and through clenched teeth she asked, "Do you know why this must be done?"

"Not a clue," I replied.

"My priests betrayed me," she explained. "When I told them I would get revenge if it took a thousand years, the chief priest replied 'Then the punishment will have to last two thousand years.' He cast a spell over me that would trap me in that day of flogging and rape for that entire time."

She screamed slightly when the knotted ropes of the lash accidently slipped between her legs. Then she forced out the words, "But blood calls to blood across time. I reached out magically to all my descendants, seeking an escape. I found I could reach them in that instant of nothingness just before an orgasm... and at Dark Night." Another shriek as a wayward cord found a nipple. "Finally I found you and Katie. Not only was she my descendant, you are a descendant of that bastard Suetonius.

"As you flog me and rape me tonight," she continued, "it is the same as if he was doing it. And since it has been more than the two thousand years, the spell will be broken. I will be released. Then I will be able to use my own magic to escape so I can lead my people against the Romans and get my revenge."

"But you will lose," I said softly. "I have read the histories, you will lose."

She laughed and said, "If you have read of me in the histories, then I have not truly lost... and many Romans will die before they destroy me."

The count I had been keeping silently in my head finally reached one hundred. It was nearly midnight, and I stepped behind her to complete the strange ritual. Unfortunately-- or perhaps fortunately-- flogging a naked woman with a knotted whip of ropes doesn't come close to turning me on. I was less that ready.

"Push against me," she said desperately and I pressed my almost limp member against her ass. She began clenching her muscles and gripping me between her asscheeks. My little soldier responded immediately to that and stood at attention.

Her sweat, and perhaps some oil that was on her skin, was sufficient for lubrication and I entered her. She thrust back against me almost violently, making soft "uh" noises with each thrust. Soon I was thrusting against her as forcefully, or more so, than she was against me.

I'm not sure how we managed it, but just as the clock from a distant town square struck the midnight hour, she screamed out in orgasm and I erupted within her. There was a soft flash of light and she was gone. Katie was in her place. Her back was bleeding and she was crying in pain.

I pulled out of her and said, "It's over, baby. It's over."

She replied, "Let's go home."

I untied her, leaving the ropes hanging from the trees. 'Let the locals wonder' I thought. 'Maybe it will even add to their legends of the heath.'

We staggered back across the heath. Katie did not put her dress back on, but instead carried it draped across her arm.

Dark Night was truly dark. If it had not been for the small pocket flashlight I had with me, we would never have been able to follow the path back to the car. Luckily, it was still there. I was afraid the local constabulary might have discovered it and had it towed away. Maybe even they don't venture into this area on Dark Night.

We drove back to the cottage in silence. Once there, I applied salve to her back and put her into bed. I offered to sleep on the couch, but she said, "No, hold me." Then she added quietly, "very gently."

The next morning her back was much better. It was bruised and sore, but the cuts were already starting to heal. "There are two things I still don't understand," I said to her over breakfast.

"Only two things?" she replied with a laugh.

"Boudica said that the spell bound her for two thousand years," I continued. "But that all happened around the year 60. That means it hasn't quite been two thousand years since then. How did we break the spell?"

"The spell must have been tied to the Celtic calendar," she replied. "It has only 354 days and had to be corrected regularly with an extra month. Two thousand of those years would be many years shorter than our calendar. So, when you flogged her and raped her last night, two thousand Celtic years had passed. It completed the spell and she was released."

"There is a second thing," I added. "The history books say that her two daughters were killed along with her. They were virgins until the Roman soldiers broke their maidenheads so that they could legally be publicly punished and possibly executed." I looked up at Katie and asked, "How can you be a descendant?"

"She told me there was a third daughter," Katie replied. "She had been sent to live with the Iverni tribe-- Boudica's mother's family-- in southwest Ireland. I think if we go to that area, we can finally trace my ancestors."

***

It took several more months, but we were able to trace-- or guess-- Katie's complete lineage through the Iverni Celts. It wasn't one hundred percent complete, but it was at least enough to write my sequel. It sold OK, but wasn't quite the hit that my first book had been. It did create quite a bit of a controversy, however, because of the cover image, and that gave it a very needed sales boost.

While we were combing through libraries and ancient records in Ireland, we happened across a painting that was entitled, "The Flogging of Queen Boudica." It was in a storeroom in some little village library and had been there for centuries. The head librarian said that it was older than the building-- which was over twelve hundred years old.

"For all I know," he said with a laugh, "it could have even been here in the village since Roman times. But it's not really good art. And there's no way to verify the dating. It's probably just someone's crude attempt to imitate some old Roman mural, so it just stays here in the storeroom."

I was able to purchase the painting and bring it back with us to America. It shows the naked queen bound between two trees while a Roman officer of some sort flogs her with a whip made of knotted rope.

The painting is surprisingly realistic for a Roman era painting, but it's not really a very good likeness of the Queen. The hair is way too orange. The wide open eyes are not quite an intense enough blue. And the skin is slightly darker than the Queen's alabaster tone.

None of that is what caused the controversy, though. The intense argument, which swirled across the net almost as soon as the book came out, centered around exactly what object the artist had inserted into his painting to hide Boudica's sex as she hangs naked between the posts.

Various people argued vehemently for this or that Celtic emblem or other powerful ancient symbol. Katie and I, however, know exactly what it is. If you look very closely at the image-- especially the original painting that hangs in our den-- you will see that it is actually a bright, pink, plastic butterfly.

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