“Ah, I knew I ruled over goodly citizens,” she thought. “For even these simple folk can all see and appreciate my fine new gown. This proves they are completely chaste in thought and deed, and I am blessed to be the recipient of their pure and platonic love.”
But then she spied a particularly handsome young laborer standing slightly apart from the writhing, whimpering, grasping crowd. He peered at the cavorting empress with a bemused expression from under heavy-lidded eyes while absentmindedly chewing on a piece of straw. She feared that if he were so unmoved by this display, perhaps he could not see the gown in question and was therefore not worthy to call himself her loyal subject. Much as she would hate to banish such a strapping young fellow from the kingdom, it would, of course, be her duty to do so were the laborer found to be morally lacking.
“Here then—you!” she commanded the youth.
“Me, milady?”
“Yes, knave. You alone seem to be indifferent to my dress.”
“Quite the contrary, Your Highness,” replied the lad. “I find your getup most becoming.”
“Do you?” asked Victoria. “Then why do you not join the others in fingering and stroking the wondrous cloth or placing an appreciative kiss upon the charming bodice and elegant peplum?”
“Well,” answered the cheeky fellow, whose jaunty attitude and cool demeanor toward her further aroused the already inflamed empress, “I would be delighted to admire a well-made bodice and elegant peplum if, indeed, there were any. But I’m afraid,” he continued, “the empress isn’t wearing any clothes!”
“What?!” cried Victoria.
“You heard me. I said the empress isn’t wearing any clothes! Just obscene and indecent lingerie, which, as I said, is most becoming to Her Ladyship’s figure.”
A hushed murmur spread among the horde. “The empress has no clothes, the empress has no clothes!” And those few who had been able to restrain themselves now climaxed furiously with the sudden liberation of this admission.
“Blasphemy! Heresy!” bellowed the mortified empress. “You, young man, simply cannot see the pure and modest garments I am wearing, which proves that you are nothing but a low and vulgar blackguard with lechery in your heart. I hereby banish you from my sight!”
“No,” drawled the young man, who by now had stripped himself of all clothes. “You do not banish me, Empress. You embrace me, with all your heart and soul.” He encircled the tiny cinched waist of the exposed empress and drew her toward his outstretched erection. Then he bent her over, right in front of the devouring eyes of the people, and slipped inside her dripping, virgin cunt, fucking her hard and long on the public square for all the world to see.
About the Author
HILLARY ROLLINS is a playwright, screenwriter, and essayist who has contributed to Cosmopolitan and several book anthologies.
Copyright © 2001 by Hillary Rollins
Published by arrangement of Hillary Rollins and becker+mayer!
All rights reserved.
Published in the United States by Three Rivers Press, an imprint of the Crown Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc., New York.
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Three Rivers Press and the Tugboat design are registered trademarks of Random House, Inc.
Originally published in hardcover in the United States by Harmony Books, an imprint of the Crown Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc., New York, in 2001.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Rollins, Hillary.
The empress’s new lingerie and other erotic fairy tales: bedtime stories for grown-ups / by Hillary Rollins.
1. Erotic stories, American. 2. Fairy tales—Adaptations. I. Title.
PS3618.O55E46 2001
813'.6—dc21 2001024769
eISBN: 978-0-307-34176-1
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