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January 17, 2016
A Visit to Vermillion (Part 1)
“Ohhh, Goddess!” breathed Alex anxiously as he finished reading the message. This was something new and unexpected – his beloved Queen Risque coming to visit the little town of Vermillion, where he proudly served the Scarlet Throne as captain of the local guards. As he gripped the letter tightly in both hands and pressed it close to his chest, Alex thanked the messenger and assured him that the instructions had been understood. “It will be such an honour for us to receive an official visit from Her Majesty! We have been planning for this moment and we want to make a good impression. Thank you for giving us such clear instructions!”
“Not at all sir,” replied the messenger, “Her Majesty’s security department are very methodical, to make sure of Her safety and comfort at all times… Although I’m sure you would manage the visit efficiently in any case” he smirked, surveying the heaps of documents strewn around Alex’s office.
“Oh, absolutely, sergeant, we may be a little behind on some of the paperwork but we operate pretty tight security measures in Vermillion, you know. Her Majesty has nothing to fear here.”
Dismissing the messenger, Alex sat in silence for a few moments, considering his next move. At first he thought about visiting the temple to pray for inspiration; that was what he would usually do in a complicated situation like this. But realising that the Queen’s arrival was 36 hours away, he decided there were more urgent things to be done. He’d just have to pray privately at home to one of his icons of the Goddess Risque tonight. He wouldn’t even need the icons in a couple of days, he realised as the reality of the situation sank into his mind.
The news that the Dark Queen Risque would be paying a brief official visit had initially come as a thrill – a sleepy backwater like Vermillion, far from the Scarlet Palace, had little to attract a royal visit. He could only assume that she must be en route to the border, planning another invasion of one of the neighbouring kingdoms to add yet more minions to her vast collection. But when he realised what short notice had been given, his excitement turned to panic as he thought of the practical requirements of hosting the royal visit.
Although he performed his practical day-to-day duties loyally and diligently (which mostly consisted of maintaining basic law and order in Vermillion; and ensuring that the townspeople attended the temple regularly and made adequate sacrifices to the continuing glory of the Scarlet Throne) he wasn’t remotely prepared for such a momentous event as this. His guards weren’t used to ceremonial drill, his black and red uniform was crumpled and he had allowed his hair to grow well past the regulation length. Worst of all, the old mansion on the town square where he assumed the Dark Queen would be spending the night was really not worthy of such a distinguished visitor.
Hurrying back to his home to prepare and plan as well as he could, Alex was making a mental list of preparations – “Barber… laundry… find my book of drill routines… ughh we’ll never be ready in time, this is going to be such an embarrassment!” Then, just after striding past the entrance of Vermillion’s Scarlet Temple, he caught sight of a clear violation of the law and, under the circumstances, felt he had to intervene despite his hurry to get home. A woman in a white dress, with long, black hair, sneaking along a side street.
“What on Earth are you doing dressed like that?” Alex called to the figure. She stopped and turned towards him, startled, but said nothing. “Don’t you know that all white clothing is banned, you silly girl?! Even on a normal day that would be a punishable offence, but with the Queen’s visit-“he stopped himself “eh… the Queen’s vision to remove white from all the Kingdom…”
“I’m very sorry for my mistake,” replied the woman, as Alex approached in his black and red uniform “I have only just arrived here.” Alex felt inclined to believe her – surely nobody around here could be unaware of that particular royal command. And her accent certainly didn’t sound local, he thought to himself… although it had a certain familiar quality.
“Well you know, I’m not keen on dishing out punishments so I’ll let you off just this once, but you really will have to go straight back to your lodgings and change into something more suitable, Miss. Particularly being this close to the Temple, it’s … well, it’s disrespectful of Her Majesty’s … err.. majesty! And where have you been that you hadn’t heard about Proclamation number 133, anyway?”
“Proclamation number…?” repeated the pretty girl, confused.
“One-three-three, white clothing is not to be used in public places without a permit from the royal offices,” clarified the guard captain, shaking his head in annoyance and, moving closer to the girl.
“Oh, I … I have been on a long journey” answered the girl, unsure of herself “and got lost in the caverns… I haven’t been into a town for a long time. Umm… what town is this?”
“Definitely something familiar about that voice…” thought Alex; “and rather an attractive young lady. In fact I’d even say she’s beautiful”. Getting closer to the stranger, he realised that not only was she beautiful, but she bore a strong resemblance to the Dark Queen herself. No – more than a strong resemblance, she looked almost identical – just like the statue in the temple! “Could this be a test… no, surely Her Majesty wouldn’t undertake such security inspections Herself…. But it could be a … Oh Goddess, what should I do now?!”
Minion Alex
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January 11, 2016
January 5, 2016
I can defy and defeat all weak knights
My Mighty Dark Queen
How long did I fall into her power, day, month , centuries, I don’t mind, all I know is I am all your, she own me since the first time, I met her, why , is not important, I am now her Minion
My Dark Queen, know me better than myself, cause she rules and awake my dark side, Cheryl is nothing compare to her, The Dark Queen is my fate, my only reason to live
I am ready for her, whatever she ask to, I can defy all the knights and win , cause the power of my Queen is the stronger, she will rule all, cause her destiny is to rule them all
I ll help you my Dark Queen, and i can defy and defeat all weak knights
Your devoted Minion, ready to serve you
Minion Pet
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December 17, 2015
Blood is the seal
I bind myself with rope
我身体捆绑
I let my body bind
看到红疤痕
See my red scars
给你爱永远
They give eternal love
因为你不在
Because you are not near me
自己让我血
I make myself bleed
用血印章我
Blood is the seal
同爱就心血
With love our hearts bleed
Knight Damon
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December 5, 2015
Protected: Butterfly (Part 4)
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December 4, 2015
Innocent Cheryl was also not so innocent Risque
You know there’s worse things in life than having a beautiful woman beside you as you stroll through bustling boulevard with an arm and a coat around her to make certain that she’s warm. To be fair there also some better things as well. Only not so many of them you can do while standing up. The gap gets even narrower when she’s running her tongue along what’s left of the “shared” fairy floss; eagerly devouring every last meandering molecule when it’s not her turn to speak.
. “Didn’t I say that you’d want more of it? I’m always right you know.” I took another step but alas Cheryl did not. She was rooted in her place and standing as if my jest had deeply wounded.
” But I thought I was your queen…..” she trembled. Was she playing another game?
“Yes, MY Queen.The one I was right in choosing. Yet another example of why I’m always right.” When she eased back into a smile I began to suspect that my clever words had worked. When she pressed her head back into me I was pretty sure of it. “Besides”, I continued, “if all you want is something that’s sweet you do have other options…”
I leaned in for a kiss.. but only enough to tease. She wasn’t having me so easily. At least that was that plan before she pulled me in completely; then pushed me to my knees.
“Yes you’re very sweet. I do love it how you’re mine.”
As she looked down on my face with hunger in her eyes I knew beyond all knowing that innocent Cheryl was also not so innocent Risque; and Scarlet; and Averral. All four of them, my one and only Queen.
Not that I’d let her know it. Not that I’d be outdone. Thankfully I remembered my BA in Ballology ‘s Advanced Introduction to Newtonian Physics as I bounced back to my feet. From there I seized her by the waist sat her sat her upon my shoulder.
“There. Now you’re tall enough to go on all the rides.”
I couldn’t see her reaction, of course, but the eyes of gaping onlookers betrayed her as amused. The slaps to my head and squealing protestations to be let down again were only her being coy. “That is if we ever get to one. The lines tonight are huge.”
From how we sighed in unison and from how her legs were squeezing around me tighter.I knew whatever I was feeling that she was feeling also. Well apart from the aching shoulder. I looked up at the Ferris wheel, then the masses shuffling forward. Sooner or later we’d be front of the queue. Who knew what would happen next?
By Minion Pervswerve
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December 2, 2015
Dark Queen Risque is Back!
Dark Queen Risque in full latex gown and furs.
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November 27, 2015
Risque and Her Minions
by Knight Julian
My Beautiful Queen
Queen whose Immortal Beauty words cannot describe….
Where is your Castle?…
Where is your White Castle made of clouds
where happiness and joy fill the marble walls?..
Are you there, dreamingly, singing
while all flowers blossom
stirred by The Beauty of your voice?..
Where is your immense room
your room adorned with paintings
pictures of marvellous landscapes
where you can see The river flowing
the wind blowing
and The soft sounds of Living Nature…?
How can the Only Beauty in the Universe spend her days?…
The trees and all The plants love her!
The animals of the woods kneel down to you… as you caress them, smiling…
Read Ancient Books
of Knights and Dames
Stories of noble feelings
of True Love
that never dies…
You are so Beautiful!
…..
My Interpretation:
It’s indeed a very powerful picture of Risque. She is much larger in size in proportion to the naked men with bulging six packs. The broken shards of mirror above her seems to be her weapons against those minions. They have to obey her or she will send those fragments of mirrors to break their flesh. The men around her looks adoringly up at her in different types of kneeling positions in awe of her beauty.
I do see she had arched her foot in a dominant position, like she is expecting someone to kiss her toes…
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November 20, 2015
Red Hourglass & Scarlet Risque
Painted by Knight Julian.
My interpretation:
First, the women figurines are arranged in proportion like a hands of a clock. I wonder if it is a symbolisation of time and facades of a woman as she goes about her day and projects different images of herself. At 6pm it’s the portrait of me. At 9pm is the placement of the nightingale. I wonder if the placement of the figurines have a correlation with the time of the day. Very very interesting, I have to think really deeply about this and frame this painting on my wall and contemplate about it. I should put this on my wall in place of a clock.
This painting is has a soft aesthetic appeal about it. It is very uniquely me. I wonder if you are trying to bring out my uniqueness in this painting. Different essences of my soul song. It has a song like character to this. The portrait looks like she is singing or about to kiss someone. It’s so delicate. Her dress is so flowy. Her eyes closed but half closed. It’s a strange image captured in a moment of time. The red hourglass is striking. I wonder how you perceive me.
Maybe to you I am a woman with multi facets and the symbols of time and figurines are symbolisations of that. The red smoke seems to linger behind the figurines conveying passion. There is so much passion in this painting, it’s speaking to me. This painting is probably the image of how you view me as a person. Compared to the first drawing, which is the version I view myself. Both are very powerful images I must say. I never visualised myself as such before.
My vizer advised that “who you are in the mirror is not for you to see, but for others to see.” There is some truth to that. In the picture, you had painted your representations on how you see me. As Oscar Wilde said, “Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.”
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November 13, 2015
Australian Conan Casey – Humorous Red Hourglass Fan Fiction
I knocked lightly on the door. No response. I raised my hand to knock again. “G’day!” a deep, friendly voice voice called out before my knuckles touched the door. I stepped into the office and was greeted by a one hundred eighty degree view of New York City. The brown leather leather and wooden furniture was so rustic and homely. As was the the fireplace in the corner, although it only was for show. Manilla folders were scattered all files were strewn about in chaotic disarray. It appeared that the CSO cared nothing of procedure.
Australian Conan Casey was lounging at at hardwood desk with his bronzed, muscled legs clad only in stubby shorts strewn over the top of it. He also wore a singlet, a hat I later learned was known as an Akubra, and an otherwise blazer that clashed with the ensemble. He looked like the the kind of man that had never so much as heard of a mirror, and let alone been obsessed by one. Not that he’d need to though with his well-defined features, piercing blue eyes, and wild blonde hair. If anything his lack of preen made him even more appealing.
He glanced up from his computer and looked at me from head to toe. “you want a cold one, mate? Got this lot imported.” Said while holding up a can of Victoria Bitter beer. “That’s inappropriate!,” I instinctively blurted out. Damn, why did I say that? “Suit yourself, love.” He pulled back the tab and skulled. His lack of professionalism really was outstanding. “Any way , take a seat.”
I sat down and crossed my legs. There was something unsettling about him. I discreetly tugged the hem of my skirt over my knees. “I guess I need to look over your resume, eh? He looked like a fanatical football team supporter as he read over my fake qualifications and work history. “Hmmm. Twenty-four and not a single muster. Well, I s’pose it doesn’t matter. Why do you want a stuffy office job anyway? “Wilmar’s an impressive organization, a forerunner in its many fields.” I clasped my hands over my knee and felt the cold sweat on my palms. “You’re expanding rapidly, and I’d like to be part of that growth…..” “Haha” he interjected. a chortle bubbling out of him. “That’s what she said.” The smirk he carried with him since I had walked into the room only intensified. I jerked back in my seat, surprised by his tone.
At least I can make him laugh. This is a good sign. “Why do yo want to work for me, specifically? What has Australian Conan Casey done to catch your attention?” I took a deep breath to calm my rising frustration. I was determined to to the job and wasn’t going to let his unerringly playful candor intimidate me. “I want to work in security because I’m a keen observer of people … and I want to work for you because you’re clearly a man of distinction.
For instance take your necklace. I nodded my head towards his well toned chest “Most professionals would dream of wearing something as pretentious as a crocodile tooth, and yet you take no shame in it. My guess is because it has some personal significance.” He leaned back even further them, temporarily made pensive as a thick calloused hand stroked over his coarse stubble. Despite myself I wondered what that hand might feel like stroking over me.”Yeah I needed to pull it out. Poor Bessie was was in agony. Anyway it now reminds me of my home.” “I realize this is an office position, but I like cozy situations.” I caught a whiff of natural scent as I tucked my hair behind my ear. It somehow smelled the same as a fresh tropical breeze wafting over a barbecue.
“Cozy situations?” he said suggestively as he scrutinized me thoroughly, eyes seemingly darting between my face, legs, and cunt. “You’ve quite a fashion sense, Ms Walters. I’d say you probably some pretty pink panties underneath all that getup.” “THAT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!” I shouted out aghast He really didn’t have any manners in him at all. Only for my mission I HAD to let it slide. “However, you’re mistaken. Since I find it peaceful and calming I’ll always wear black.” “Tsk tsk tsk. If you didn’t want to know you shouldn’t have told me, mate,.” Eyes returning to my waist. “Extracting information is a part of job, you know.” “You’re very clever then” I said with a deceptive smile.
He didn’t need know I was lying and that I only ever wore red now for power and for passion. The bad news,” he said, looking at his computer, “is that you have no real bush experience to speak of.” His eyes settled back on my tits.. “I need a secretary I can trust with a sheep shed.” “You don’t need to worry, sir. I’m from a farm myself, so regardless of my appearance I can assure you that I’m not soft. Besides what does it matter when there’s no sheep around?” “Anyone can be a secretary, but MY secretary”, he said, voice a dulcid low and resonant despite its grave severity, “can’t be just anyone. She needs to know the meaning of hard yakka for starters.” He stretched his arms and yawned. Without covering his mouth. “You’ll need to your back into it.” “Australian Mr Casey, I assure you…” I paused for dramatic effect.”That’s what she said”. A boisterous laugh erupted from him and I knew I nailed it.
I could wonder if his last secretary quit because of him or I could learn to adapt. As a survivor I chose the latter. “Well, Ms. Walters, as you know, Wilmar is expanding. The sitting tenants in our new properties deserve a fair go. The last thing I need is a jumpy little girl who can’t field calls from those poor bastards. I need to know my sheila can defend herself.” “I understand, sir.” I looked down to hide my face. If only I could show you what I could do with a knife. “What was that?” “What was what?” “You just said knife.” . Oh no. He was right. I must have gotten too excited and mumbled it under my breath. Damn, a rookie mistake – I was done now, for sure. “Yes, I was thinking I should show you what I can do with a knife.” “Oh you mean like the one you have tucked under your black undies?” WHAT? How could know he know about the switchblade that was fastened to my red panties? I was DEAD now for sure.
My face went a deeper crimson than the handle that switchblade as I stumbled for an answer. “You call that knife? THIS is a KNIFE!” His voice boomed over me like the first crack of thunder in the desert wet season as he held out his arm and brandished… a koala shaped bottle opener? “That’s not a knife. That’s a a bottle opener.” “Ah, I see you’ve played Knifey-Bottle Opener before.” Right away his eased back into his default jocular demeanor and right away I felt safe again.”Yeah, I’m not just a pretty face so I knew all along.
Knowing is my job. In any case I’m glad you take your own security seriously as well.” “Then you’ve found your woman, sir.!” “Mrs Little will notify you of the outcome, he said. He held my gaze for a moment before standing up. “Thank you, Australian Mr. Casey.” He was much taller than I realized. I felt his eyes on me as even as I walked across the room to the door. “No worries, mate” he said, opening it up for me. A tall skinny girl was waiting outside. She greeted Australian Mr. Casey and her shrill voice made my skin crawl. How many people will he be interviewing? Do I even have a chance? If I don’t get this job I won’t be able to make him behave.
by minion pervswerve
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