All the Power: The Rebel Queen [Str8] [MFFFFF][Mdom] [oral] [anal] [fantasy] [huml] [bdsm]

*The following story is set in the “All the Power” universe, but does not contain any of the characters from the main story aside from His Supremacy and a handful of Queen Priestesses. It’s just a scene that I wrote for fun.*

*I’ll include a link to the rest of the stories in the comments, if anyone is interested.*

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“Stay to the right of the Golden Path,” the guardian said, in a harsh tone. It was odd how, in a short time, queen Sarlotta had grown accustomed to obeying her captors.

The (probably now former) queen was ascending the massive staircase that led to the central entrance to His Sacred Palace, which eventually led to the Sacred Throne. Eventually. She wasn’t quite sure how much longer she had to go. She had already climbed hundreds of stairs, and was breathing heavy. At the top of the stairs, she stopped, and sighed. The four guardians who had escorted her here, to the Sacred Estate, stopped behind her. They were the only ones ascending the stairs.

Before them was a gigantic marble platform. The front half of the platform was filled with people, prostrating themselves towards His Sacred Palace. The back half was empty, gleaming. Sarlotta looked around.

“Are these…,” she said, turning briefly to the guardians behind her before trailing off. One of them nodded. She didn’t need to ask, really – it was her people. She had heard her captors saying that the Sacred Order of Arms had destroyed the capital and taken the denizens of the city – several hundred thousand of them – to the Sacred Estate, where they would be present as their queen went before His Supremacy. The thought boggled her mind, although she had no reason to doubt it.

She looked ahead, again, at the five-hundred foot tall golden door that constituted the central entrance to His Sacred Palace. She felt puny. Part of her felt silly for even attempting to rebel, though part of her felt like she had to show her people it was actually for something.

But what was it for? In truth, it hardly qualified as a rebellion. When Sarlotta’s father passed away, mere months ago, the crown passed to her and she vowed that she would not be subjected to the same sorts of humiliations at His Supremacy’s behest that her father was. But of course, she was beautiful, and she would have to meet Him during the Term of Sacred Service, and it wasn’t hard to see where that would go. Being forced to publicly pleasure Him, perhaps even concubinage. Her father had sacrificed his dignity, in part, to ensure that she would not come within His Supremacy’s sight. Sarlotta wanted to make sure that it wasn’t all for naught.

So, she rebelled. She did at first it mainly to avoid the Term of Sacred Service, to avoid the humiliation of meeting Him. It probably never would have worked at all were she not so gorgeous and charismatic. She convinced – some would say seduced, though she never slept with any of them – some loyal ministers to her to steal a cache of arms, and arm the local constable. The Sacred Order of Arms was caught off guard, and quickly driven out of the capital, and Sarlotta declared that she and her people were no longer beholden to His Supremacy. For a brief moment, she felt like a freedom fighter.

It really was a brief moment. An enormous force from the Sacred Order of Arms laid siege to the capital. Sarlotta’s ragtag militia resisted longer than they thought they would, but the whole thing was still over in a few weeks. It barely even reached beyond the city, although her sources told her that many in the countryside were aware of it. Sarlotta just assumed she had their support, although that was far from clear.

Now, Sarlotta had to face the humiliation of meeting His Supremacy, after having led her people astray. She had no idea what punishment awaited her or awaited her city or her country.

With a thunderous roar, the enormous golden door heaved open, hundreds of men tethered to it, straining mightily to pull its wait. Sarlotta covered her ears with sweaty palms.

After going through another enormous golden door, Sarlotta entered the His throne room. The scale of her utter insignificance pounded down upon her as she traversed the long corridor to the stairs before His Sacred Throne. Far in the distance, two hundred feet above her, she could see His Supremacy, sitting on the throne, two female figures kneeling before Him. She walked carefully, scanning the room, well over a hundred thousand of her people prostrating themselves before the distant figure on the throne.

She was afraid, but did not want them to see fear. She felt subjugated, dominated, but she did not want to show it – or at least she wanted to hold out as long as possible.

At the foot of the stairs, she glanced upwards. She could not see His Supremacy from this vantage point. For a moment she thought to remain standing, but she bowed down, as she knew she should, pulled towards her knees as though by an involuntary force.

For several minutes, she remained prostrate before the foot of the stairs. A female voice called out – one of the Queen Priestesses. “The rebel queen Sarlotta may approach His Supremacy’s Sacred Throne.”

Sarlotta crawled up the stairs with her head down.

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By the time Sarlotta reached the top, her knees and elbows and calves were weary with pain. She looked around and saws them – the ministers, commanders, key figures in her pathetic little insurrection. She felt pathetic. She wanted to apologize to all of them.

About twenty feet in front of her, His Supremacy sat atop the Sacred Throne. The Queen Priestesses Kelye and Tessara were pleasuring Him, fellating Him. Anya and Karina were perched on the arms the throne, glaring down at Sarlotta, who wore a simple white frock given to her by her captors. The six other Queen Priestesses were bowing down to His Supremacy immediately in front of Him.

Several more minutes passed in silence. It was shocking how silent it was, considering upwards of one hundred thousand people were in the throne room. Finally, Anya spoke. “You may approach His Supremacy, girl,” she said to Sarlotta.

Sarlotta stood up. “Crawl, girl,” Anya said with disdain, before Sarlotta could even move.

Sarlotta’s first instinct was to drop back down to her knees and crawl, but the looked at her former commanders, former officials, bowing down to Him. Here was something she could do. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her pulsating heart, and took a step.

Before she could take another, a guardian sprung up in a flash and pinned her down. Another placed heavy metal cuffs and her ankles and wrists. They then stepped away, and resumed bowing down. Sarlotta was on the ground on her stomach with her hands behind her back, unable to move. His Supremacy looked at her calmly, sighed a little in pleasure, then whispered something to Anya as he fondled Karina’s tits.

Anya rose and walked – strutted, almost – towards Sarlotta. She looked down and spit in Sarlotta’s face. “You are supposed to crawl to His Supremacy,” she said. Anya lifted her foot and pushed it down on Sarlotta’s cheek as though it were a bug. “All who are within His Sacred Presence must be bowing down, unless given permission otherwise. You must express your deep sorrow to Him. His Supremacy does not appreciate intransigence,” Anya said, digging her foot into Sarlotta’s face.

Sarlotta said something inaudible, her mouth compressed by Anya’s heel. Anya lifted her foot. “What did you say, girl?,” Anya asked.

“I said, you’re not bowing down,” Sarlotta replied.

Anya pushed her foot back into Sarlotta’s face. She stomped on it, lifted her foot, the then stomped again. “He has given me permission to stand.” Anya pushed even harder, and looked at His Supremacy. “I will be eternally grateful for it.” She looked back at Sarlotta. “Apologize. You exist to please HIs Supremacy, and you have displeased him.” She paused, squashing Sarlotta’s head. “Yet again. And you are to call me your worshipfulness.”

Sarlotta said nothing, and Anya dug her heel in harder. “Apologize.” His Supremacy nodded at Anya. She lifted her foot from Sarlotta’s face, and placed it against her neck. “Apologize for displeasing His Supemacy, for violating your one true purpose,” she said. Sarlotta remained silent.

His Supremacy nodded, and Anya pushed her foot into Sarlotta’s neck. “Apologize to Him, be grateful that you may apologize,” she said.

His Supremacy was watching all of this, but looked disinterested. He put His hand on Tessara’s head as she gagged on His cock. Anya pressed down harder on Sarlotta’s neck, and Sarlotta began gasping for air. “Apologize,” Anya said again. She pressed harder yet and Sarlotta began squirming. Feeling the air flow contract from her lung, Sarlotta pushed up against Anya’s foot and opened her mouth.

“I…ahhh,” Sarlotta said. It was hard to speak. Anya lifted her foot. “I…apologize, Your Supremacy. I apologize for displeasing you, Your Supremacy. Thank you, Your Supremacy.” She said this as she gasped for air.

Anya continued to glare down at her. “Are you sorry that you have not addressed me in the proper manner?”

“Yes, your worshipfulness. I’m sorry, your worshipfulness.”

“Are you grateful that He has allowed you to approach His Sacred Throne?”

“Yes…there are no words to express my gratitude that He has allowed me to approach His Sacred Throne. It is a privilege. Thank you, Your Supreamcy.” Sarlotta could hardy believe the words coming out of her mouth, but still she formed them.

Anya strutted back to His Supremacy, who smiled and grabbed her tits as she sat down. “Ahh, that’s good Tessara,” He said. He looked at Anya. “As a gift…ahh….for showing that girl her rightful place…I am going to let you suck my cock.”

Anya dropped to her knees. She was the picture of eager submission. “Thank you, Your Supremacy,” she said, looking up at Him adoringly. “I would have happily shown her her rightful place if my only gift were to bow down before you, to crawl to the ends of the world and back. That you would let me worship you, suck your cock…is miraculous. Thank you, Your Supremacy.” Anya swallowed all ten inches of His Supremacy’s cock. Tessara, meanwhile, was given permission to join Him in Anya’s place, and she thanked Him profusely as He fondled her.

His Supremacy again looked at Sarlotta. He had not actually said anything to her. He studied Sarlotta nonchalantly as He thrust Himself lightly into Anya’s throat. He gestured at Karina, seated beside Him.

“Why did you rebel against His Supremacy?,” Karina asked Sarlotta, who was still on flat on her stomach with her ankles and wrists bound.

“Um…because…because I was tired of the humiliations that He had visited upon my father. Upon my people. I wanted to do something about it.” She paused. “Your worshipfulness.” She didn’t dare say that it all started simply because she didn’t want to face Him, wanted to avoid the humiliation. Although that humiliation would almost surely have been better than this one.

“Fuck that’s good, Anya,” His Supremacy said. He seemed remarkably void of anger.

“Did you actually think it was going to work?,” Karina said.

“I don’t know, your worshipfulness,” Sarlotta replied.

A few moments passed. Karina said, “your purpose in life is to serve and please His Supremacy. It is the purpose of all things. You have displeased Him, you have violated your purpose. Your father should have, and your people should, spend their days thanking His Supremacy, endlessly singing His praises, for these so-called humiliations. Serving and pleasing His Supremacy, in accordance with His will and whim, is not a humiliation, it is the purpose of all that exists, our highest purpose. But even if it is a humiliation, it is a privilege. It is an honor to be humiliated by His Supremacy. There is nothing that He does that is not worthy of boundless worship.” Karina paused for a few moments again. “Do you not accept that His Supremacy is the Supreme God of Gods, the Supreme Ruler of Men, and the Supreme Being of All that is Known and Unknown?”

Sarlotta looked up at Karina and licked her lips. She was thirsty. She did feel like an insignificant speck in comparison to Him, it was true. Still, she wanted to show her people, or at lest those who had sacrificed for her, that they struggled for a reason. She wanted to be a martyr.

But she hardly believed in the cause – and the conclusion was inescapable. She gazed up at His Supremacy, seated on the Sacred Throne, two beautiful women pleasuring Him and another two draped at His sides. He squashed her silly little insurrection like he was swatting a fly. He hardly even acted like He cared, His nonchalance about her another reminder of His power. What was that they say during Ceremony? He is everything and I am nothing? Sarlotta felt the full force of that now.

“Yes, your worshipfulness,” she said to Karina.

His Supremacy did not visibly react to this, but merely placed His hand on Anya’s head, ensuring that His cock remained firmly in her throat through a gagging fit. He pawed at Tessara’s breasts and backside and she let out a breathy moan.

“Mmm….you may unshackle the girl,” His Supremacy said. A guardian came and removed the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Sarlotta, realizing her sheer powerlessness, prostrated herself before Him, as she should.

His Supremacy looked directly at Sarlotta. “Come forward,” He said. She crawled to Him, with some hesitation.

“Stand up and remove your clothes, Sarlotta.” Although she was confused by this command, Sarlotta complied without hesitation. His Supremacy studied her intently. As he did so, he began moaning lightly, thrusting up and down a bit. Sarlotta realized that He was cumming. She blushed a little at the realization, the sheer lack of inhibition in it. Sarotta knew that His Supreamacy did such things, but seeing it was another matter. His Supremacy had no need to inhibit His desires in the slightest. Somehow, this made Sarlotta feel even smaller.

“Bow down again,” His Supremacy said to Sarlotta, still streaming cum into Anya’s throat during a three-minute orgasm. Anya dutifully retained every millimeter of His cock in her mouth and throat as He came, and of course she thanked Him when it was over.

Several minutes passed after that. “Lyenne and Laetitia, come forward with the implements,” He said. Sarlotta was, again confused. The Queen Priestess Laetitia appeared behind Sarlotta, and Lyenne appeared in front of her. Both carried small black rods, several inches long, Laetitia’s somewhat smaller than Lyenne’s.

“Place one in her asshole, then the other in her mouth,” His Supremacy said to Laetitia and Lyenne. Laetitia slid the small black rod into Sarlotta’s asshole. Sarlotta grimaced in pain and groaned softly, trying to contain her expressions. No one had ever placed anything in her asshole before. Immediately after, Lyenne slid the slightly larger black rod into Sarlotta’s mouth. Sarlotta choked as the back of it was shoved down her throat. She almost ejected it, but Lyenne forced it back down. Sarlotta choked again, and this time Laetitia, taking her place on Sarlotta’s left, forced the implement back down. His Supremacy sat back in total comfort, watching the scene impassively.

Sarlotta had never been so uncomfortable in her entire life. She was panicking, because the rod in her mouth was making it nearly impossible to breathe. This almost made her forget the pain in her anus, but it didn’t quite, and her thighs felt like they were about to collapse. She choked, Lyenne pushed, she choked again, Laetitia pushed. The rod was stretching out her throat with a visible bulge, practically in her esophagus. Sarlotta’s eyes began to water, tears forming from the pain.

“Sarlotta,” His Supremacy said. “Obviously, you are no longer queen of Acorsia….ahhh…..further, Acorsia will cease to exist and will be divided among the neighboring subject kingdoms. All Acorsian nobles, even those who did not participate in the….ahhhh…insurrection, will be stripped of land and title.” His Supremacy paused for a moment. “That’s good, Anya, like that. Ohhh…your capital has been razed to the ground. All denizens of it…who are all bowing down before me here, as they should…mhmm…will spend one year in labor gangs, working to build my palaces across the world.”

If Sarlotta had come for the Term of Sacred Service, and been forced to pleasure His Supremacy in full view a handful of Acorsian nobles, the humiliation would have been much less great. She knew that now, though she was not surprised. But she was having trouble thinking, what with her throat stuffed.

“You, Sarlotta….ahh fuck that feels good…you will remain as you are. You will remain on your knees, with your asshole and mouth filled by those rods, until I say otherwise.” He paused again, and moaned. “I do not know when, or if, I will say otherwise. The rod in your mouth will be removed twice per day for ten minutes to allow you to eat and drink. Two individuals, usually Blessed Servants but sometimes concubines or Queen Priestesses, will remain with you at all times to keep the implements in place. You will remain on your knees, you will crawl when you have to move. Most of your time will be spent out of doors, but your attendants will guide you where you need to go. If you sleep, you will do so on your hands and knees with the rods inside of you. This is your existence now….ahhh…nothing else.”

Sarlotta was struggling to remain in position. The overwhelming severity of her sentence would have sent her into fits but she felt utterly helpless.

A couple of minutes passed. “Are you going to thank me, Sarlotta?,” His Supremacy asked. “My will deserves much gratitude.”

Lyenne removed the rod from Sarlotta’s mouth, and Sarlotta gagged loudly, gasping for air. “Thank you, Your Supremacy,” she said.

“Good. Now crawl over there,” His Supremacy said, pointing at a small marble platform that had appeared at the edge of the stairs. Lyenne and Laetitia followed along, pushing the rod back into her mouth whenever Sarlotta tried to eject it.

“Place her on the platform,” His Supremacy called out. Lyenne and Laetitia helped Sarlotta up on to the platform, and thanked Him. Sarlotta’s ass was in the air, facing His Supreamcy, and her head was dangling off the front, facing a sea of worshippers. Lyenne and Laetitia went around to the front, and resumed ensuring the rod stayed firmly in Sarlotta’s throat.

His Supremacy rose from the Sacred Throne, and Anya, Kelye, Tessara and Karina followed along on the Golden Path, crawling, kissing the ground He walked own. He stopped directly behind Sarlotta. “Remove this,” He said to Kelye, gesturing at the rod in Sarlotta’s ass.

Kelye removed it. “Thank you, Your Supremacy,” she said.

His Supremacy grabbed Sarlotta’s asscheeks as His cock entered her asshole. “Ahh, that’s tight,” He said. Sarlotta clenched her teeth on the rod in her mouth and choked again. His Supremacy grabbed Kelye’s head and pushed it into His asshole, and she began licking it.

His Supremacy pushed down on Sarlotta’s back, forcing His cock all the way into her ass. It was bigger than the rod. Sarlotta grimaced, but couldn’t groan.

“Yeah….ahh…fuck,” His Supremacy said. He controlled her body, moving it back and forth. He looked out into the gigantic throne room, tens upon tens of thousands of people, all prostrating themselves before Him. His cock was carving a new path in Sarlotta’s visibly-shaking ass, moistened by lubricant from the rod, enveloped by her tiny hole which He had forced open to fit it. “Fuck that’s good,” He said. He ordered Lyenne to remove the rod from Sarlotta’s mouth, and Sarlotta moaned loudly in pain.

“Am I God, Sarlotta,?” His Supremacy asked. “Do you repent your silly insurrection?”

Sarlotta, a pained expression on her face, gazed over her people, bowing down to His Supremacy, His cock in her ass. She was defeated. She was guilty. She should be guilty. His Supremacy thrust into her.

“Of course you’re God, Your Supremacy,” Sarlotta said, straining. “I repent, Your Supremacy. You are more awesome, more powerful, than I had ever imagined. Thank you, Your Supremacy.”

“Ahh fuck yeah,” His Supremacy moaned. He rested His elbows on Sarlotta’s back and thrust slower, then faster. “Why do you exist Sarlotta?”

“To serve and please you, Your Supremacy. Thank you, Your Supremacy,” Sarlotta said, in a sort of moan-yell.

“Why does everything exist, Sarlotta?”

“To serve and please you, Your Supremacy. Thank you, Your Supremacy.”

His Supremacy slapped Sarlotta’s ass. He looked out onto the crowd, the prostrate tens of thousands, the pathetic creatures who happeneed to live in Acorsia’s capital at the time of Sarlotta’s little munity. Most of them had nothing to do with it. But it pleased Him that they should be punished for it, that they should be made to build His palaces, to see the grandeur and splenor that exists only for Him, all for Him, to cower in the might of the symbols of His limitless power.

“Do I own you, Sarlotta?,” His Supremacy said.”

“You own me,” Sarlotta replied, between wailing in pain. “You own everything. Every speck of dirt and dust, every piece of gold and silver, every tree and river and mountain. You own my body and my being.” She paused, and the pain grew sharper, the wailing, louder. “I…I repent,” she cried out, yelling loud enough to hurt Lyenne and Laetitia’s ears. “I was a greater than a fool to go against your will and whim, the only things that matter. You are the God of Gods, an indescribable greatness, a boundless power. I am…sorry. You crushed me like a bug, and….I’m grateful…for my punishment. Thank you, Your Supremacy.”

No one and nothing could stop Him, could deny His will and whim. His Supremacy pushed hard against Sarlotta, His cock gliding through her tight asshole. He was so powerful, so overwhelming, He felt His power overtaking her and He knew there was nothing she could do and there was never any chance that she could resist Him. The thousands were prostrate, silent, worshipping as best they could, it was nowhere near enough but it was something. The room, this enormous, otherworldly room which existed so the masses could bow down before their God was dominated by Him as His cock tore into Sarlotta’s being. Nothing else mattered. His Supremacy overwhelmed all.

He pushed ever-harder, and grabbed Sarlota’s ass tightly. He didn’t start out intending to give her the Great and Sacred Gift but there was no reason for Him to stop, His desires ruled the world. He began to cum in Sarlotta’s asshole.

“You’re not fucking worthy of this gift,” His Supremacy said to Sarlotta. He gestured towards Lyenne, who slid the rod back down Sarlotta’s throat, choking her. “You better be grateful….you better think about this moment every second of every day for the rest of your life, and be overcome with gratitude..ahhhh…ahhh….there’s nothing you can to repay me.” He thrust harder, looking at the assembled throngs of worshippers. “Nothing you can do that is worthy of what I am giving you right now….fuck yeah…fuck yeah it feels so good…I hope you realize how fortunate you are…I hope you realize that this is the greatest thing that ever could happen to you.”

His Supremacy pumped more cum into Sarlotta’s asshole. Lyenne removed the rod from her mouth for a moment. “Is this the greatest thing that has ever happened to you?,” she asked.

“Yes,” Sarlotta cried out.

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