- "That's why they say fear the innocent ones I guess. Anyway, minions make me a throne and let's march about and get me more slaves." Yasmine shouted from her position on Bob's firm shoulders, letting out faint moans from the aftershock of the good endings she had, courtesy of Bob.
After a while of walking one of her slaves asked her a question, surprising her.
"Um my queen, we've been walking for a while now and we do not know where we are going." The muscular slave asked.
"Hmm, my Queen is it. Me likey." Yasmine muttered to herself before turning to face her slave. "As for the walking bit, it's enough. We are at a roundabout, which is an open area. All of you start chanting All hail the Queen."
Immediately, all her slaves started chanting, including Bob and the muscular slave she spoke to but she quickly stopped them.
"You, the slave who questioned me earlier, what's your name." Yasmine asked.
"It's Desmond, my Queen." He answered.
"Desmond huh. I'm too lazy to remember that. From now on I'll call you number 2." She said, trying her best to look regal but failing due to her unique attire. "Any objections to that, number 2?"
"None, my Queen." Number 2 responded with a blank face that all her slaves had.
"Good. Now number 2, take a few other well built slaves and search for metal rods or wooden planks or whatever firm, beam-like support you can find." She stated. "After that find a comfortable sofa from the furniture store nearby. You guys are gonna make me a throne."
"Yes my queen, it will be done shortly." Number 2 said before proceeding to the task.
"Now as for you my dear Bob, you don't need to stress yourself much with chanting. You need to rest that tongue of yours and also preserve energy, we'll use it later tonight." Yasmine giggled in anticipation of the pleasure she would feel. "Also smile a bit, otherwise it would seem like you're not enjoying it as much as I do."
"All hail the Queen."
"All hail the Queen."
Yasmine's semi mindless slaves continued chanting, attracting a large crowd of people who wanted to see what all the fuss was about.
"Haah, guess it's my turn to perform again." Yasmine said in mock tiredness, though her wide smile betrayed her.
Commanding Bob to put her down gently just so that she could have a feel of his strong arms once more, she eyed her audience.
Catching their attention as well as some nasty remarks, which she ignored, she did what she knew best.
Dancing.
Just not the normal kind.
With a few sways of her hips, arching of her back and other more sensual motions, she had gotten their full attention.
Walking up to one man who looked like he was in his mid forties, she started dancing on him, gently sliding some specific body parts on him, and when she felt that his lust had reached the peak …
PSYCHIC came into play, gaining her a loyal slave.
She repeated this many times, even for the women in her audience just in case they swung that way.
You could never be too sure these days.
Having all 29 men and 3 out of 8 women under her mind control, she was satisfied and was about returning to her place on Bob's shoulders when one out of the five free women asked her a question.
"Hey who*e. Isn't what you're doing illegal. Have you no shame, just going around and putting people's husbands and fathers under your command. Just like a cheap who*e" A mid thirties corporate dressed woman shouted, her motives unknown.
"Ah, a corporate slave who thinks she's better than every other woman. How sad." Yasmine said, casually brushing off the hurtful label given by the woman. "In case you haven't realised, we are in the end times or the Apocalypse if you want to call it that, and I intend to enjoy myself to the fullest. You should try and do the same."
Dropping off her sagely piece of advice, Yasmine modelled back to her darling Bob to claim her place when she fell.
Actually she was pushed.
The culprit, the corporate b*tch.
"You said I should enjoy myself huh, don't worry I'm going to enjoy this." She said, positioning herself on top of Yasmine, her palms scrunched up into a fist ready to punch.
"I don't know what is more dumb. Attacking me in the midst of my slaves, or delivering a self righteous speech before doing something stupid." Yasmine said with a wide smile. "You know what, don't answer that. It's a no-brainer."
"Huh." Realising that the chants had died down, the corporate woman looked up to see that they were surrounded on all sides by blank faced men.
Deeming it as the only escape route, she punched in the direction of Yasmine's face only to be stopped, her arms grabbed by some strong men who dragged her away, kicking and screaming.
"Hmm, I thought you had to be smart to be in the corporate world. Oh well, that's their problem." Yasmine muttered as Bob gently carried her before lifting her unto her soldiers.
"HEY DUMB WHORE I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU, GET BACK HERE."
"Jeez, lady would you stop shouting. I'm right here you know. And what is your problem with me, did I sleep with your boyfriend or something." Yasmine asked, genuinely confused.
"It's not fair." The woman muttered in a low tone.
"Erm, could you come again. I didn't quite catch that."
"I SAID IT'S NOT FAIR."
"Lady, the next time you shout like that again, I'm gonna slap you silly." Yasmine said, rubbing her ears.
"Go on ahead. What's the point of resisting anyway, what's the whole point of life." The lady said before breaking down into tears.
"Wow, oh damn you're crying. Erm I'm not a trained psychologist if that's what you're looking for, but there are at least 50 pairs of ears here ready to listen, isn't that right." Yasmine said.
"Yes my queen." Her slave union said.