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TALES OF THE QUEEN'S OWN #1

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ON HER MAJESTY'S SECRET BED

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*By GILDA LILY*

This little story popped up in my head this morning while I was in
that blissful half-waking, half-sleeping stage. This is just the
beginning, folks, so be warned! :)
Rated NC-17 for bondage, a little discipline, toys, a little m/f sex, and a whole *lot* of f/f sex! Just something a little different,
m'dears.
Comments may be sent to: jeanniemarie@sprintmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, Alliance does, more's the
pity.
(c) July 25, 1998

*I*
*THE SPREAD EAGLE*

*She moaned as he thrust into her, the bed rocking beneath them as
her body flamed with desire. His fingers tightened the nipple clips and
she twitched, his laughter caressing her like a soft summer's breeze.

"You like that, bitch?" he whispered, digging his fingers into her
shoulder. She nodded her head, unable to speak through the gag wound
around her mouth. He thrust again, sending wild shivers down her spine.
She gasped as he pulled out and then rammed home with a savagery that
she hadn't expected.

He came, spilling his seed into her and bruising her thighs with
his grip. Her nipples ached as he fell on top of her.

For several minutes they lay together, breathing heavily, then he
rose and pulled out of her with a grunt. He grinned down at her as the
sky began to lighten. He tweaked her nipple and she groaned, the
tightness of the clip painful. He began stroking her stomach, her
muscles relaxing, when he suddenly slapped her hard across the face.
She looked at him accusingly, and he slapped her again. She felt the
weight of the slave collar against her throat.

"No pouty looks, bitch," he said with a grin. He slid off the bed
and pranced over to the window. "Looks like a beautiful Saturday morning
starting out there." He looked over at her and grinned again. She was
beginning to hate that smile. "Good thing everybody's gone for the
weekend. Otherwise you'd be in a pickle, wouldn't ya, my saucy slave?"
He laughed and picked up his clothes, which had been strewn around the
bedroom. "It's been fun, Madame X, but I have to bid you *adieu*. I'm
leaving on the first plane I can grab at O'Hare." He finished dressing
and picked up his jacket and raised an eyebrow at her mumblings. "What,
bitch? Oh, you want to be untied." He threw back his handsome head and
laughed. "That's rich! After what you did to me as a dom last week? I
can't wait to see the look on what on those pretty boy Mounties' faces
when they get a load of *you*, Inspector!"

He laughed all the way down the stairs as she hurled muffled
imprecations at him. She strained at her bindings, her body lifting off
the bed, but her Master had secured her well.

She lay panting for several minutes, trying to quell her panic.
Not only was she gagged and collared, she was spread-eagled on the bed
of the Queen's Bedroom. Her nipples were sporting shiny new tit clips,
and she was wearing only a pair of stiletto heels with her ankles
wrapped in restraints.

Her lover of the past month was right. No one was at the Consulate
this weekend due to the overtime they had all put in over the past week.
Her lover had convinced her that they could have a good time all weekend
in the Queen's Bedroom, and even though her instincts had screamed, NO!
she had agreed, as it was her turn to be the slave.

She had been an excellent Mistress. What the hell was he all
indignant about? But now here she was, wide open and trapped, and she
would remain that way for the weekend until either Fraser or Turnbull
came in early on Monday morning.

Oh, god! *Fraser* or *Turnbull*! She could just *imagine* the
looks on either man's face. She blushed red at just the thought. Both
so innocent, both so proper...well, maybe not Fraser anymore. He had
the hots for Detective Vecchio, for crying out loud, and they were doing
the horizontal mambo. She arched her back and tried to free herself,
but no luck.

As the sun rose, she watched the patterns change on the wall and
ceiling, her gaze running over the wallpaper, decorated with tiny yellow
sprigs of roses, and the mahogany furniture, polished to a sheen. She
lay on a queen-sized bed, appropriate for the Queen's Bedroom. The
white muslin curtains fluttered inward, and her breasts lightly bobbed
as her breathing became short. The breeze from the open window was
caressing between her legs, and she was...

Meg closed her eyes with a groan. Her sex was throbbing, and she
couldn't do a thing about it. She moved her body as much as she could
in the restraints, but her lover...her *ex*-lover, had trussed her up
very efficiently. She desperately wished for someone to just put their
hand right *there*...

Her mouth was dry as her skin became sheened with sweat. Maybe she
should pass the time by thinking of inventory reports or something.
Anything to get her mind off her aching...!

"Hey, anybody home?"

Meg nearly screamed. Who the hell...?

"Hey, Fraze! Where are you and that no-good brother of mine
hidin'? You said you wanted to meet me! Come on, what's up? The front
door's unlocked so you guys *must* be here? Where's your Mountie statue
out front?"

Francesca Vecchio! Oh, Goddess!

The click of high heels on the parquet lobby floor echoed up the
stairs. Her rat of a lover had left the bedroom door open.

"C'mon, guys, I don't have time to play hide 'n' seek. I'm hungry!
You said you'd spring for lunch."

Click, click, click, came the high heels up the main staircase,
down the hall, and in the doorway...

"Look, you don't have to hide in here. I know that you two are..."

Silence. For once, Frannie Vecchio was dumbstruck.

They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, then
Frannie slowly walked in. She was wearing a short black leather skirt,
a red halter top, huge black hoop earrings, a black bracelet, and black
stiletto heels. She carried a black purse and her lips were ruby-red.
She stared at the naked woman bound to the bed, and then she came close.

Meg waited, her legs spread wide open and her sex throbbing. Her
breasts quivered as she lay absolutely still. Long red fingernails
filled her vision, then the hand reached down and pressed palm-first
against her sex.

Meg groaned, throwing her head back. She thrust against the warm
hand, rubbing herself against it and Frannie pressed harder. They
quickly found a rhythm and then Meg felt herself orgasm, wetness
smearing Frannie's hand.

Panting, Meg waited for Frannie to remove the gag and make her
comments. Instead, Frannie sat on the bed and gently touched a clip,
squeezing with those long fingers. Meg moaned and the clip was removed,
then Frannie massaged her aching nipple, fingers stroking the warm flesh
of her breast.

Meg opened her eyes and watched as Frannie lightly bounced her
breast, then suddenly dropped her purse and straddled Meg, hiking up her
skirt and removing her panties, throwing them cavalierly across the
room. She then lowered her pussy to Meg's face, whipping off the gag,
and the Mountie gasped, trying to get saliva into her mouth. She found
herself engulfed in wetness and flicked her tongue out.

Frannie thrust her head back and moaned, her earrings swaying as
she undulated above Meg's questing tongue. Meg tasted her, her own sex
starting to throb again. Wetness began to trickle between her legs.
She felt Frannie shudder and tasted her again.

Frannie sat between her captive's legs, catching her breath, then
she knelt again and wiggled out of her skirt, throwing that away, and
she leaned over Meg, ripping her halter apart and exposing her full,
creamy breasts. Meg thrust upward but Frannie firmly pressed her down
with a hand on her stomach. She leaned over and her breasts swayed
above Meg's face. Meg flicked her tongue out and tasted a nipple. She
tasted the other one, then began to suck. Frannie groaned and swayed,
her hand touching herself between her legs and then she shuddered,
burying Meg's face between her breasts.

Meg lay there, nearly smothered by Vecchio breasts, but she wanted
more. Frannie rose and smiled down at her. She brushed a strand of
dark hair away from Meg's eyes.

Frannie opened the nightstand drawer and laughed as she saw what
was there. Triumphantly, she pulled it out and waved it before Meg's
face. Meg felt herself jump.

Frannie flicked on the switch and slowly ran the vibrator over
Meg's breasts after tying the gag around her mouth again. Meg moaned
but no one could hear. Then Frannie scooted back and calmly inserted
the vibrator into Meg's vagina. She screamed, desperately twisting with
the pleasure as Frannie sat on her heels, hands resting on her naked
thighs. She thrust the vibrator in and out and Meg orgasmed again and
again.

Finally, Frannie stopped and drew the toy out. Meg collapsed, her
breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Dimly she heard the
sound of the telephone keys being punched and Frannie's voice, "Hi,
Elaine? Look, come on over to the Consulate. I need your help."

Meg groaned and wished that she could bury her face in the
pillow.*

*II*
*THREE'S *NOT* A CROWD*

*While Frannie waited for Elaine to show up, she busied herself
with cleaning up Meg and herself, then she sat on the edge of the bed
and gently stroked the Canadian's breasts. Neither had said a word to
each other, and Meg wondered if she was hallucinating.

The sound of the front door opening dispelled that as Frannie
yelled, "Come on up and lock the door!" in response to Elaine's call.

Elaine's step was light as she traversed the main staircase and
stopped dead in the doorway. Frannie smiled at her, her nakedness a
thing of beauty as she waited. Elaine slowly walked in, exchanging
looks with Frannie and Meg, then she shed her clothes, Meg avidly
watching as cafe au lait skin was revealed.

Elaine's long, dark, curly hair fell over he shoulders. Her body
was slimmer than Frannie's and her breasts were smaller, but she was all
woman as she approached the bed.

Frannie knelt on one side of Meg while Elaine knelt on the other
side. Long, cool fingers touched Meg's stomach, then massaged her
breast with skill. Meg bit her lip to keep from moaning, but she was
unsuccessful as Elaine squeezed and bounced her breast. Elaine stroked
the throat above the slave collar with a light touch. Her hand began
stroking Meg's thigh, then suddenly Meg jerked upward as Elaine slipped
a finger into her vagina. Meg gasped, twisting in shock as Frannie
added her finger. The two women slowly fucked her, and just as Meg felt
herself coming, Frannie untied her wrists and pulled her up into a
sitting position, taking off the gag.

Confused, Meg allowed herself to be turned around and forced onto
her knees. Her breasts swayed as she her face was suddenly thrust into
Elaine's cunt, the dark warmth there sending tingles down her legs.
Frannie rummaged in the nightstand drawer and Meg knew what it was when
she felt the first thrust of the dildo into her ass. She cried out as
Frannie thrust in harder, Elaine's fingers pinching her nipple. She
moaned again as Frannie's fingers thrust into her vagina, and then
Elaine pinched her other nipple.

Awash in sensation, Meg began to lick at the moistness between
Elaine's legs, her body shaking as Frannie fucked her front and back and
Elaine played with her breasts, slapping them lightly and then pinching
them sharply. Meg's tongue slipped inside and Elaine moaned, pressing
her face in harder.

Meg orgasmed at the moment that Frannie pushed the vibrator into
her ass. Crying out, she lifted her head and Elaine's breasts framed
her face. The policewoman looked down at her with a smile.

Exhausted, Meg allowed herself to be laid out on the bed, and she
heard the sound of running water. Blissfully happy, she felt herself
lifted from the bed and carried into the bathroom. She was placed in
the tub, Elaine propping her up, and Frannie tied her hands behind her.
Frannie then washed her down with soap and a washcloth, touching her
neck, breasts and stomach. She washed her thighs, then teased the soap
along Meg's vagina. Gasping, Meg's muscles contracted and she laid her
head back against Elaine's shoulder.

When the bath was done, she was dried off with a fluffy towel and
then laid out on the bed, where she drifted in a half-waking,
half-sleeping state while the shower ran. Frannie and Elaine emerged
several minutes later and joined Meg in bed, sandwiching her between
them.

They slept.*

*III*
*"COME TO THE PINK PUSSY"*

*Meg awoke between two bodies, suddenly remembering what had
happened. She blushed and tried to wriggle free.

"Mmm, where ya goin', baby?" Frannie asked, stroking her shoulder.

"Um, Francesca..."

"Frannie, wake up. The Inspector's up." Elaine's voice was soft.

Frannie came fully awake and then propped her chin on her hand with
a grin. "'Mornin', Inspector."

"Meg will do, considering yesterday."

"Right." Frannie laughed, her hand resting on Meg's thigh. "What
happened? Your playmate leave you all trussed up for the weekend?"

"Yes, the dirty rat. If I ever get my hands on him..."

"*Him*!" Frannie winked. "Trust us girls, Meg. Much better."

Elaine's hand was stroking Meg's hip. Meg swallowed and said,
"I..."

"Hey, no need for explanations." Frannie touched Meg's slave
collar. "You always the bottom?"

"Usually the top."

Frannie grinned. "That's our Meggie!" She became serious as she
leaned over and kissed Elaine. Meg's eyes widened. "Didn't know, huh?"

"No."

"We've been together for months now."

"After Fraser and Ray...?"

Frannie nodded. "Don't worry, Meg, this is amongst the three of
us. We won't tell Turnbull, though he shouldn't get all bent out of
shape, considering he's pretty chummy with Cooper."

"Turnbull and *Cooper*!" Meg crossed her arms in exasperation. "Is
everyone in this Consulate gay!"

Frannie and Elaine laughed. They slid off the bed and started
dressing.

"Um, what happened to Fraser and Ray?" Meg asked.

"They called and cancelled. Seems Benton got Ray involved in
something again." Frannie chuckled. As she adjusted her skirt, she
said, "Seriously, though, Meg, if you want to just talk or whatever,
come on down to THE PINK PUSSY sometime." She reached out and briefly
touched Meg's shoulder, Elaine doing the same, then they started to
leave. Frannie looked back and said, "Yep, this bedroom sure is for the
Queen's Own!"

Laughter echoed down the staircase as Meg sat on the bed,
listening to them depart, then she got up and started searching for the
key to her slave collar.*

*THE END*

*NOTE*: This story takes place in the old Consulate because I
believe that Seasons 3/4 are just the result of Benny eating a bad
pepperoni pizza one night. :) While the Queen's Bedroom was never
mentioned in the first two seasons, that doesn't mean that they didn't
have one.



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