This choice: Who is the queen anyway? • Go Back...Chapter #5Who is the queen anyway? by: Grobnar   Dominique shut the large screen as the broadcast ended. Far behind her the Queen Mother sat perched in a recliner. “It’s done Mi’lady.”
“It is.”
“Is something troubling you?” Dominique approached the Queen cautiously, kneeling as she got within a few feet.
“Rise child.” The queen stated as she rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “It’s not the contest that is complete. That is only beginning. No a circle 2,000 years in the making is done.”
Dominique scrunched her brow. “I don’t understand.”
“Nor did I expect you too.” The queen eased herself out of her recliner. Everything about her was massive; from her 9 foot frame to the muscles the rippled beneath her smooth flesh. Her breasts that filled her entire ribcage and pushed outward nearly 2 feet without a hint of sag and her very firm but massive rear end. Yet the largest thing about her was her cock. It hung flaccidly to her knees even after draping over her godly testicles. Each one nearly as big her boobs. She was the Queen mother of earth, the goddess of futanari. Dominique would have cum just at the sight of her if not for her extensive training. The queen adjusted her greek style toga. “Come. There is work to be done.”
“As you command.” The ebony futanari followed the queen as they left her chambers into the main hall. They passed rows of ceremonial guards standing before statues of famous futanari in history. The queen dismissed them with a wave. She was in no danger here. Anyone so foolish as to attempt to scratch her would bare her full fury.
Tyra Banks, another of her assistants, joined them on the dais. “My queen.”
“You’ll select 12 of the applicants for review. Entries close in a week, but I foresee millions if not billions of entries.” The queen commanded. “Every assistant will work together to select the finalists.”
Both her assistants bowed and disappeared. The queen mounted her throne and let out a long sigh. “We’re in uncharted territory now.” She admitted to the empty room. “I’ve known everything that would happen up until now.”
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1 Week earlier
Angelina looked up from her reading and sighed. This is so boring. She thought as she flipped the page. Angelina heard about such a thing before. Men. Humans that existed with penises but no breasts or vagina’s. Their forms were not the soft feminine forms she knew, but hard edged bodies that could ripple with strength. Apparently their egos matched their strength, but they were of myth and legend. Angelina shook her head, clearing such thoughts out of her mind. Angelina was told to read up on such legends for her job as a representative.
There existed only a singular gender in her world: Woman or futanari. The same myths that gave rise to men also explained the name woman. ‘Whole Man’ as if their forms needed to be cut from something else. Angelina once again pushed the thought away, adjusting her cock in the process. It was a glorious spring day and women were about everywhere enjoying the sun's warm embrace. The black haired actress was content to watch the ladies run by her spot at the cafe in their states of dress. A busty woman stopped to fix her shoelace before Angelina; her heart shape as wagging enticingly.
She licked her lips and settled her hands on her crotch once again, trying to calm the situation going on below. “Ma’am?”
Angelina looked up to see her waitress, a younger redhead, standing over her. The girl was cute for sure. Some women might have been turned off by the size of her chest. Only a c-cup. Yet still others wouldn't like the size of her waist. Angelina didn't care. She was open. “Yes?”
“I see you're having an erection. Can I handle that for you?”
“Please.” Angelina nodded and the redhead grabbed a spare towel of the table and dutifully placed it before the starlet. The redhead then got down on her knees and hiked up Angelina’s dress before disappearing beneath it. She heard the redhead mouth ‘oh crap’ in awe at Angelina’s appendage. The brown haired actress smiled as she sipped her tea. She was well endowed for a woman. The biggest woman to her knowledge was Molly Quinn measuring in at 28.25 inches. Angelina measured in at around 18 inches; half again as large as the ‘normal’ sized women. Still 28 inches was nothing compared to what the Queen Mother had; if those legends were true.
Angelina sighed as the redhead went to work, lightly pleasuring her rod at first, working her tongue up and down gently at first, then steadily more competent as she adjusted to Angelina’s size. The brunette let her legs open wider and went ignored the redhead blowing her. Instead she picked up her tablet and scrolled back through what she was reading.
Voting soon. She pondered, pushing the book away and taking out her tablet. A company was developing a sexual enhancement drug that was to undergo trials. Everyone in the population was to vote on that. The government was almost invisible in nature. A true democracy made up of several small city-states and republics, guided by the near invisible hand of the Queen Mother. The global government held voting almost constantly and anyone could be selected at random to serve in an official position. Considering this, it played well to keep an ear open to all issues. The redhead below pistoned deep throated her cock, finally brave enough to attempt such a thing. Sweet girl. Angelina thought.
Why’d this all matter? Angelina was one of the officials of course. Her stint as an official was nearly at an end and she could get back to the important work of being an actress and producer. Angelina sighed contentedly at the thought. She’d be free from her duties as an official and could fuck all the new blood that was entering Hollywood. She moaned softly as her cock spasmed. With both hands she forced her waitress down on her cock as she came. Pints of cum spewed out into the hapless woman who didn’t resist. Angelina relaxed as her orgasm died.
The redhead disconnected herself with a loud pop; cleaning Angelina’s cock off with her napkin then her lips. “Will there be anything else?”
“No, thank you.” Angelina smiled as the woman nodded and walked away. According to myths sex was an act of utter privacy. There weren’t people banging in the streets here, but it wouldn’t exactly be frowned on if they did. Finished, she collected her things, paid for her meal and sauntered away. Angelina was a busy woman and she had a lot to do today.
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