The Futanari Demon Queens Handler Prologue

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Prologue

I laughed as the man before me groveled under my feet. His body shivered as I stepped upon his head and took a step onto his back. I looked down and looked at his tightly caged balls. He was yet another line of wealthy men who meant nothing to me. I felt nothing for these stupid pigs with more gold than sense, and I could not care if this Kingdom burned to the ground.

Just keep the looters away from my stuff. 

This world was so dull at this point in time, with nothing going on. No war, no famine, and worst of all, no suffering at this point. These stupid pigs came and threw their people's money at my feet in order to make me happy, and now I was growing bored of it. Their suffering was not enough. I loved suffering and pain, and I wanted to see more, so I brought the heel of my foot down on my spine. “I am bored, Pig. You are no longer entertaining. What should this Countess do with you?” 

My words were laced with poison to the groveling Marquis under my feet, and he shivered. “Countess, Please tell this pig what I can do to make you happy.” Marquis Donavan of the Kingdom of Yellowstone cried out. “This Pig will do whatever you ask!”

“Hmm, I am too bored of this. Leave and find something that you think might entertain me. I don't care about the cost. It must entertain me, or this will be the last time you will be able to cum.” I replied, the border lacing my voice as I stepped off his back and I turned to Kick him in the balls just because, and I watched him shiver and grab his cock. I was not one of Cock and ball torture, but it was something fun to watch them hurt when I was bored. The Marquis did not have long before he got up. His body was only a little fat, and he moved with purpose, leaving me in my finely decorated playroom. 

Walking over to my Large Wooden throne with large red cushions for my ass, arms, and back I sat down and looked at the room before me. As I surveyed the room before me, I wanted something new to change things up. The room was as massive as a ballroom, but I had never held one. The decorations were finely intricate, and tasteful wood carvings plated with gold in certain areas were around the entire room. The walls were a massive expense, and only the most outstanding masters made everything in this room.

The show of wealth in this room was something that even the King would bulk at, and it took me only five years to build from the number of people I controlled. They were all useless pigs that gave me gold and cash in order to make me happy. Never had they made me happy, and I repaid their kindness with a firm training hand for their pleasure. I would make them cum so many times till it fried their stupid male brains, then take that pleasure away, making them beg for me for more. 

I wondered how long it had been since some of them had even touched their wives instead of seeking my hand. I sighed, and I decided to leave my playroom. Walking out of the playroom, the world changed from an old-era ballroom with sinister gadgets and toys looking straight out of the medevil area into a modern one. The Mana apocalypse made the world as it was, and now the size of Earth is ten times larger. I was on a brand new floating building that I took as an offering from a slave. Truly, the pig was worth only my contempt as I walked to the window and looked down. It started to spread that I, Countess Mary Firesworn, was a Sadistic Mistress with the firmest hand around. Masochists were beginning to flock to me more and more with significant gifts to try and earn my favor.

Boring.

I sighed, looking at the magnificent sight before me out the window. Mana rails traveled along large lines connecting every city of New United America. The United States, Mexico, and Canada are part of one super nation with a massive amount of resources. Our land is rich with mana and materials, and our advantage in the West Hemisphere has made it the most peaceful place in the world. 

Now, I stood bored at the peak of my floating tower and heard a knock on the door. “Who is it?” I asked, my voice level.

“Countess, You have a guest with an interesting proposition that I think you might find interesting.” My maid said, and I turned and looked at the bound woman. Her back was straight with a tight corset, and her breasts spread with vicious nipple torturers that moved and stabbed her nipples and breasts with each breath. I could see the tiny pin price of blood from when she took a moderately larger breath, and her body was shivering. Her voice was level, but I knew that was her on the brink of cumming.

I trained her not to do that without me allowing her.

“Bring them in, and if I do not find them interesting, I will punish you for each minute that they waste my time.”

My maid shivered, bowed, and I could see her biting her lip. “Yes, Mistress.”

She left, and I turned, looking out the window again. The history of this world is fascinating after the early twentieth-century apocalypse. So much had happened, and a partial feudalistic society rose. A Democratic Monarchy was something that no one else in the world had. The New King was up for re-election this year, and people were calling the new Lead contender the Demon Queen.

I chuckled, thinking about it. The Woman was a powerful battle mage in the new world and was very wealthy and powerful. It made it even better that she was beautiful, and everyone understood that the title came from her persona in the wars as a powerful leader in a military unit called the Demons. With her leading the forces, she became the Demon Queen, dubbed by the enemy nation. South America was still the closest nation to being able to threaten our nation. But with a small land bridge, Our nation took just past what the old nations would call the Panama Canal.

It was a rich history of military battles with a brand-new form of combat that I could only be fascinated by. My position as a powerful Countess came from my father, who was a powerful battle mage, but the wealth of where I was now came from my personality and will. I was a powerful seductress, but that was what people thought. What my strength came from was a unique magic that I was pioneering and trailblazing. I was just below what many would consider an ArchMagus in this world, but no one knew. 

This strength needed to be kept hidden, especially from my clients, as my magic was simple. I was a Mangus of the mind. I could manipulate how a person felt from each of my movements. It was not mind control, but I could enhance how they felt about things and how they felt it. Pain could be a pleasure, a scrape a thousand times worse. A pinprick is the same as a stab to the heart. I could trick the nervous system and the brain to a level no one else had ever reached.

My maid was a guinea pig under my manipulation, and she was in a constant hell of pleasure and pain. She was constantly on the edge of cummung but never able to achieve it without my express permission. To the unaided eyes, she looked to be only an incredibly Kinky maid for a well-known Dominatrix who was famed for my Discreetness.

No one knew who my clients were, even as they purchased increasingly expensive things for me. Many have gifted me shares in the most expensive companies just to please me. I was one of the wealthiest aristocrats in the nation, and I had at least a fifth of many massive corporations. I took my money from them and stayed a silent partner, never showing my control, giving my pet that gifted me the share the control that share represented.

I had no care for business. My art was breaking people.

My attention turned as I felt a Mangus coming to the door and knocking with my maid behind them. She walked in and bowed to me, showing a tall, powerful man into the room. I turned and looked at the man, and my eyebrows raised as I noticed one of the very demons under the Demon Queen I was thinking about—a very interesting one, as I had to stay atop of who was who.

“The Demon Queen's most trusted Darren. A Scary man indeed visiting me. Very well greet me and sit down over there,” I pointed to a sitting space with two couches where I could receive guests, one of many. You may bring us tea and treats,” I then said to my maid, and she bowed, leaving to gather things.

“The Countess Seductress, you are just as good-looking as I have heard. You are more beautiful than any landscape I have seen.” Darren, the Queen's most trusted, bows. “But I am not here for myself, and it seems that rumors of you are not up to standard. I never knew I was going to be meeting a Fellow Mangus. In fact, I think you might even be closer to breaking through than me.

“I trust that it will stay out of people's ears that I am. Not that I am happy that one such as yourself has decided to poke into me a little more than they should have,” I replied, pointing to the couches. “Sit, and we can discuss this, as you are not here for this boring conversation.”

Gracefully, I walked over to sit down on the couch like a throne, and Darren sat on the opposite Couch with a smile. “I am here to propose a discreet matter that my Queen would like to ask of you.”

“What could the ArchMangus Queen need from this Countess?”

“Well, this is embarrassing, but my Queen,” Darren looked flustered now and sighed. “Look, you get who contacts you. The Queen is done. She is in desperate need of relief, and she wants someone trustworthy to keep their damn mouth shut. She is a powerful ArchMangus who has dedicated her entire life to Magic and the nation's defense. She is a duchess, and she is even looking to be our nation's next leader. She wants to have sex and enjoy her body a bit. She likes women, and she was hoping that you could assist her in allowing herself to explore her sexuality.”

My eyes widened, and I could not believe what had been asked of me. My mind did not process it for several minutes, and I could not help but chuckle. “The Demon Queen, arguably one of the Most Powerful ArchMangus in the world, is a virgin and wants me to pop her cherry?” I asked incredulously.

Darren was clearly annoyed, and his hand slammed down on my desk, obliterating it into thousands of dust grains. It was an expensive table that fit the room, too. Very annoying to lose. “YOU WILL NOT INSULT THE QUEEN! SHE HAS BEEN WORKING HARD FOR CRETINS LIKE YOU!” Darren snapped, and I raised my hand.

“I apologize, which is rare. You are right; I can enjoy many of my luxuries because of the Demon Queen. I am in shock of your ask because you do know what type of sex I provide, right?” 

Darren blushed and nodded, “I take your apology and accept it. I should not have lashed out harshly. This is something that I am struggling with, as I would have happily assisted my Queen in whatever she wanted, but I am not the correct sex to assist her.”

Ah, what a cuck. He was in love with her, but the Queen was Homosexual, and that put him off her radar. “Plus, I am not well-versed in the things that you do. She is,” He blushed harder, “This will never leave this room, but she is a Masochist and wants someone to let her let go and dominate her!”

I looked at him without judgement and I smiled, “Well, that is interesting. Then again, I am more uncommon among our social standing than Masochists, so I understand that. People in our position have to make choices all year round where we control the fate of many lives. Giving that up to someone is a great relief to many.”

Darren looked at me in shock, then shook his head. “I guess I misunderstood you.”

“I am a professional when it comes to being discreet as I deal with pleasure and pain. There are reasons people become Masochists and many reasons people like me become Sadists. Most of the time, it is Trama, but not always. But that is beside the point, Darren. If the Demon Queen would like this Countess to assist her, she can come here at any time. I will be discreet.”

“That cannot happen. You need to go see her.” Darren raised a hand to me, “This is not from arrogance. The Media would have a field day if they caught her coming to your place. If you have been following, the Demon Queen’s rising popularity is from the poor, not the rich. Her being seen entering Nobilities homes would not be good for her at this stage in her campaign.”

Suddenly, the door opened, and my maid came in. I grinned as her breasts bounced in their restraints, as the magic cycle was bringing extra agony to her as she walked forward. She put down two glasses, and as Darren looked at my maid, he shivered. She poured the wine, stood back tall, and walked out of the room. A moment later, she came in with a wide assortment of snack foods rich in mana and costing hundreds of thousands.

Darren looked amazed, and I smiled, “Put things in place.” I ordered, and my maid moved quickly, setting things down even while she was in abject misery. Then stood with a straight back, and I snapped my fingers. “You may enjoy five orgasms. Three are pain-induced, followed by two pleasure-induced. Oh, and because this has been interesting, you may enjoy an excretion orgasm next time you go.” I snapped my fingers one more time, then waved my hand, and Darren watched as my Maid shivered walking as she just experienced a pain-induced orgasm.

“What the fuck was that?” Darren said, turning to me. I picked up a glass and motioned for him to do the same. Then I picked up some mana-enhancing cheese and leaned back, taking a sip of wine. The mana-enhanced flavor popped on my tongue and tasted wonderful. Darren moaned lightly with pleasure as he followed suit.

“That was Hilda; she is my Agony maid. Something that I have decided to experiment with. I am a mangus, as are you. But she loves her current lot in life. You can ask her,” I told him with a smile, “Constantly in pain and pleasure as her body is tortured and brought to the edge of orgasm without ever being able to release it. Hoping for any opportunity to please me enough to be allowed that sweet temporary relief. If she fails to please me, she gets punished, and she loves those just as much but knows not to seek them out. Great slave, one of my best, Hilda. Now is my main personal Maid.”

“That is fucked up.”

“That is your interpretation of someone else's life that they chose. What if I told you that your loyalty to the Demon Queen was fucked up?” I replied with a smile, taking a bite of the cheese and letting the flavor melt on my tongue, and the mana seep into me. I chewed it as he chewed on my words. “That is not exactly the same, but in essence, they are very similar. She loves the humiliation of you looking and gazing at her body that she thinks is dirty. Used to cum from just the thought alone till I robbed her of the ability to cum on her own. Now, Darren, I do not mind being with your Queen. But when I am around, I am the leader, the Goddess, The Queen. I am The countess, and although I understand that my power over her will be absolute, I also understand that it will not be over you. I will keep my voice to myself, and I will only control her in the bedroom. Is that the promise that you were looking for?”

“You are dangerous.”

“I never said I wasn't, Demon Darren. I am a Mangus like you.”

“What do you specialize in?”

“None of your business.”

“I Believe it is.”

“Then Seduction is one way of classifying it.”

“I think you are lying.”

“I might be,” I chuckled, taking a sip and leaning back. “Look, I am bored, Darren. I am very bored and have so much wealth and power that I care little about it. So many of your opponents and allies alike visit me. I control them and receive many generous gifts from them as I deserve. But if I am bored, I like to challenge myself.”

“What are you saying?”

“This Countess Mangus specializes in something that allows me to have more fun until I grow bored. I am on the brink of breaking through, but I do not know what that special something is to break through, and I am bored of my own specialty. Makes things too easy. Now, I will not say I won't use magic on her. Only to enhance things that are already there. But I think your Queen is more than prepared to counter my Magic. She is the Demon Queen because of her counterspells and ability to disseminate and destroy the opposition's spells.”

I could see Darren thinking. He was at war with himself. He needed a Dominatrix that was discreet and neutral. Someone of high enough standing could be seen to enter the Demon Queen Domain without suspicion. I kept up a fairly large social life with many clients and mixed them into social gatherings. However, those who came to my residence were hopeless slaves to my whims. But I was also one of very few that would fit his criteria. The only sadist that I knew was a male one following the Demon Queens faction, and the two other Sadists were on the Current Kings faction. 

What most knew was that I was Aggressively neutral in a fashion that made both sides come to me when they needed another vote in the House of Nobles to pass legislation, which I rarely attended. It was too boring for me, but sometimes you had to show your face. What many did not know was that there had been no laws ever that attacked my personal interests around prostitution and the current laws about Consensual nonconsent and various other things that affect the BDSM community. 

I had to exercise my power to make it so because that was where I cared about the laws. The House of Commons knew now not even to try and bring it up as I would shut that down without care. I would simply tell both sides in the House of Nobility to shut it the fuck down.

“May I call the Queen to see if she finds it acceptable?”

“I play with only those who are willing to. I do not need to force a slave.”

Darren’s attractive eyes twitched hard, and I wanted to laugh, but I kept to myself and started to drink my wine. It was a very good blend, and only the ultra-wealthy could afford it. I sighed as the rich, delicious flavor overflowed my tongue. I picked up more snacks and continued to eat and drink as Darren pulled up his phone and called the Demon Queen.

Darren told her everything I said, and I pushed the snacks toward him. He did not partake at this moment but went quiet when he was done. Then, for a couple of seconds, put down the phone. “The Queen wonders if you are available tomorrow?”

“I can be,” I replied with a soft smile.

“Then the Demon Queen would like to see you for dinner at five in the evening.”

“See you then,” I replied, taking a sip of wine as Darren told his Queen. I could see the blood leaving his face as he told her. I bet she was excited, and as he hung up the phone, I pointed at the food. “Eat, Demon Darren. I may be uselessly rich, but waste not.”

Darren sighed and joined me. We started to gossip a bit about the current politics without getting into it. When he left, I was grinning.

I wonder how an ArchMangus Grovels?