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Sonja sat in her place at the side of the throne and thought of escape. The chain attaching her metallic collar to the throne put an end to that line of thought pretty quickly, though. Even if she slipped it (it was wrapped loosely around her neck, to imply she stayed here willingly) she would not make it very far in the red gossamer slip dress that was her outfit today. She tried not to dwell on the fact that it was practically see-through, knowing that the Queen had chosen it to humiliate her. Worse, the dress barely went past her thigh making her seem all the more exposed and weak.
	She contrasted her slip with the armor she used to wear when she was a soldier. From there, her mind wandered to darker places.
	Even after all the torments and humiliations the Queen had put her through, Sonja kept her hope. Outwardly, she was a completely different woman than she had first been captured. She shut her eyes to hold back the tears as she dwelled on her old life. She used to be strong and confident, living and leading according to her own principles. She carried a sword and commanded a guerilla army against the tyrannical Queen who now ruled their entire country.
	Now she worshipped the feet of the Queen she had sworn to overthrow, and her entire life was devoted to bringing the Queen pleasure in any way she wished.
	When she was a soldier Sonja had to work ten times as hard as her male comrades to be accepted as their equal, and a hundred times harder to be accepted as their leader. She had lead several campaigns in the outlying districts, creating a formidable army that rivaled the Queen's own. Ferocious in battle and a shrewd diplomat, she posed a serious threat to the Queen. Then, on what was supposed to her her finest hour, she was betrayed. Sonja clenched her fists in rage as she remembered what happened on that fated day...
	But her train of thought was interrupted when the doors to the throne room opened. She habitually took the position her Queen liked to see her in: kneeling at the Queen's left hand, both feet beneath her posterior, and with both hands crossed in her lap. The granite floor made this a painful position, but if she refused to kneel the alternative was considerably more painful. She wasn't sure if she would survive another trip to the torture room.
	Queen Redmond enterred then, flanked by her vaious attendants and guards. Sonja met the gaze of the young woman for a moment, then lowered her eyes and smiled. She was always surprised at how young the statuesque Queen looked-- never a day over 20. There were rumors that she was using the witches' arts to appear younger than her age, but no one dared investigate such things. Today her blonde hair was in an elaborate bun, and she had on her iconic red dress.
	"Welcome, my queen! How may I serve your ladyship?" Sonja parroted with what she hoped was the right enthusiasm. Queen Redmond was known to be capricious, and would sometimes punish Sonja over the most trivial things. This kept Sonja in a constant state of fear, always trying her hardest to appease the much younger woman.
	Queen Redmond ignored Sonja, another subtle insult. Still, Sonja shifted to her position sitting cross-legged before the Queen, and started to remove her Queen's shoes. Today, she wore high-heeled boots made of supple black leather, and Sonja deftly unclasped the small buckles that adhered them to the woman's shins. She then took the girl's boots off and placed them carefully to the side of the throne. With only a moment's hesitation, she lowered her head to the Queen's feet and placed one loving kiss on each one, feeling the warmth radiate from them. Today, Queen Redmond had on black nylon socks that went a little higher than her ankles, covered in patterns that must have taken slaves much effort to produce.
	Reverently, Sonja peeled off Queen Redmond's socks and began her foot massage. The Queen's feet were quite warm and moist, which gave her a little lubrication to work with. She expertly began kneading the Queen's soles, keeping her eyes on them the entire time. Queen Redmond had on her usual red nail varnish (whose application was one of Sonja's chief responsibilities), and her long toes curled slightly as Sonja applied pressure into the middle of her foot.
	"She has definitely come around to this," Queen Redmond remarked, pointing at Sonja. "This is the best massage yet! Remember when she first arrived?"
	The crowd laughed as Sonja blushed all over. She remembered that day quite well.