New story by long-time lurker! The Queen and the Assassin!

Hi everyone, I've browsed this site for an age and decided it's time to give back. I like writing and when I'm not writing my career-defining opus I like to dwell on that other passion within my imagination, blessed futanari =D

So, here's a short story I cooked up this morning, inspired by a dream I had which was itself inspired by a picture I saw by the TheWicked.

This was made up practically on the spot with no real thought to doing anything else with it. I don't think it's long enough (that's what she said!) but if peeps like it I may do more =)

Themes: Futa, bondage, denial, revenge.

Mid-Summer of the Year 536, the 14th year of Queens Katherine The Fair and Emily The Serene, Long May They Reign.

The guards woke her early in the night. Another assassin had been found only this time captured. They said she was like the others, the first two that had been killed. Three assassins in one month, highly unusual assassins that yielded no clues as to their origins or goal. Capturing this one alive would hopefully change that. With Queen Emily leading the army on crusade in the West she was sure to have no shortage of enemies. She had to know who wanted her dead. The guards led her to the prisoners cell.

'She hasn't said anything at all, ma'am,' Ennis, her chief bodyguard spoke. A hulk of a man, more so in full plate, he had triumphed over enemies more than twenty in number on his own. No assassin stood a chance against that.

'What was she carrying?' She fought tiredness away. This would-be-killer had interrupted the first proper sleep she'd managed to get in four days.

'The same as the others,' he gestured at a table with only basic supplies for two, maybe three days of travel, and a single vial of a mild sedative, the kind to aid with sleep and bothersome children. This was how the others had died so easily. As soon as they were caught they let themselves be killed. What kind of assassin has no weapons or poison?

'Alright. Keep the guard on full alert until morning, she may have an accomplice. Well done, Ennis, thank you.' He smiled and he nodded.

'What of the prisoner?'

'I shall interrogate her myself.'

'Ma'am?'

'Leave the guard outside. I do not want to be interrupted, we may only get this one opportunity. There is too much at stake.'

'Understood.' He signalled for one of the guards to unlock the door. 'At least take this,' he handed her his ceremonial dagger. Seven inches of cold, curved steel with a gold pommel inscribed with his insignia and the date he became head guard. Ennis' fondness for Katherine was unqualified, something she valued.

'Very well,' she tucked it into the belt of her bed-robe and walked into the cell. The door was locked behind her. The assassin was chained cruciform to the wall, head down to the floor. She looked up as the Queen en