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By Sarah (Sarah) on Thursday, April 04, 2002 - 12:18 am
The egg glowed in the darkness, shedding light on Yigg�s face and on his hands which were clutching it as he peered into its depths. The image it cast was that of the Queen�s bedroom. Yigg had been staring into it since the moment the maid had been in to light the lamps. It had been over an hour and anxiety was building within him. Where was she? Yigg hated disruption in routine. True, the Queen�s spontaneity served to titillate him at times, but there were drawbacks. Such as now. His palms were beginning to sweat and his room was filling with the smell of his flatulence. Nervousness made Yigg fart. He fumbled in a pocket and drew out a tin. From inside of it, he chose a pill, and slipped it into his mouth. The herbs contained in the pill would calm him. Yigg hunkered into his chair and began to suck. The chemicals in the herbs stimulated saliva and he began to drool. Yigg heaved his body to the side and let the spit ooze out between his teeth and into a pot on the floor. Damn that woman. Yigg erected himself back in his seat and returned his gaze to the egg. Was that the door opening? Yes, yes it was. The woman had arrived and was now pushing the door closed behind her. Her skirts swayed as she strode across the room to the chair by her bed where Yigg knew she kept her slippers. He could not see the slippers from this angle, but he knew they were there. She slipped down into the chair and he watched as her lips parted in what must have been a sigh. Yigg�s wrists began to beat against the table. He liked this part. She lifted one leg and began to untie the laces of her boot. Yigg licked the sweat from above his lip. She wriggled her foot from out of the boot, whipped off the sock, and wiggled her toes. Yigg grunted, and his knees began to knock against the table as he watched her taking off the other boot. When she had finished, she reached up to grasp the rope which dangled by the bed and she tugged. The maid had been summoned and Yigg enjoyed the shudder that shot through him at the thought of the ministrations to come. The Queen was up and crossing toward the fire. Yigg took pleasure in watching her walk in her slippers. Then she was pouring herself a glass of wine from the decanter on the stand by the hearth. Yigg reached for the mug of wine on his table. He watched as she held the glass under her nose and rolled the stem between her fingers. His nostrils flared as he sniffed at his mug of wine. The Queen looked up and set her glass back on the stand. Yigg noticed that the maid had entered. He snarled and put down his mug. What had begun as a joke of him not partaking of his drink before the Queen had sipped, now was a rule in the ritual. His mouth was bitter from the herbs and he wanted a drink. He cleared his throat and spat at the floor. His humor improved as the Queen slid into the chair between the fire and the stand, and the maid set down her pan of water at the woman�s feet. The woman slipped her feet from her slippers and into the water. The maid knelt, lifted a foot, and began soaping. Yigg�s hands shook as he maneuvered the egg in order to enlarge the image. The Queen began drawing the pins from her hair and dropping them into a bowl on the stand. Her hair fell about her shoulders and she ran her fingers through it. Yigg played with the tassel of his belt as he leaned toward the egg. The maid began toweling her mistress�s feet and Yigg spread his toes which were sweating and had begun to swell inside of his slippers. The Queen reached for her wine and so did Yigg, but the maid reached for a brush and the Queen set her glass back down. Yigg growled and returned his mug to its spot. The maid began brushing the Queen�s hair, but paused for a moment to unhasp the collar which encircled the other�s neck. The maid resumed her brushing and the Queen began unbuttoning her blouse but stopped when the maid prompted her to lean back, and in that moment, Yigg almost choked on his saliva as a triangle of flesh leading down to the Queen�s navel became exposed. The sweat on Yigg�s forehead had been increasing and now it was streaming down into his eyes. Now, even while squinting, he could see nothing through the wetness. Muttering to himself, he thrust his hand into a pocket and groped around for a hankie. By the time he had pulled it out and wiped himself, the maid had gone to toss the water out over the balcony, and the Queen was sitting back up, ruining the view of her torso. She reached for her wine and so did Yigg. She paused with the rim against her lips and Yigg whimpered. Then she took a draught and Yigg, in turn, gulped down his own. This was supposed to be the point when the Queen would dismiss the maid and finish undressing on her own, but instead she began speaking to the girl. Yigg could not make out the words but watched as the girl crossed the room to retrieve a book from the shelf. The Queen inclined her head toward the fur on the floor by her feet. The girl dropped down and sat with her legs beneath her, turned the cover and began to read. The Queen stretched her arms up and smiled, and Yigg muttered. This should not be happening. The girl needed to leave. The pressure inside him had escalated and Yigg drank more wine to distract himself, but it was not helping and so he creaked out of his chair and made his way over to his shelves in the dark. He felt around until he found a couple of his �grotesques�, as he liked to call them, and then returned to his seat and the glow of the egg. The figures he held had the curves of women but there were nubs and orifices on them that no woman should ever have. Yigg�s mouth made a shape which passed for his smile and he began inserting the nubs into the orifices and rubbing the figures together. Then he rubbed the conjoined pair along his robe and over the bulge in his lap. He was caught up in the rhythm and his lids were shutting. He would have missed it but for his habit of consulting the egg. What he saw inside the egg made him come to a stop. The figures fell from his grip and crashed to the floor. He didn�t notice the noise for his focus was on the scene before him. The Queen was touching the maid�s neck and shoulders as the girl read. She was pulling the pins from the girls hair and fondling the curls that fell near her throat. Yigg leaned closer. The Queen drew the girl up from the floor and pulled her onto her lap. The girl�s cheeks were blushing and she was looking down at her hands. Then the girl�s hands came up to cover her mouth as a fit of giggles seized her. The Queen caressed the girl�s face and leaned to whisper in her ear. The girl�s body shook with giggles, the Queen pointed to the rug, and the youth slid back onto it, and batted her lashes at the Queen. The Queen stood and held up a finger, signaling the girl she was not to get up. The girl nodded and continued to giggle. Yigg scooted closer to the egg. He watched as the Queen crossed the room and slipped behind the screen in the corner. It was the screen designed for dressing in modesty when the King was present in the room. Yigg hated it. No matter how he angled the egg, there was no peeking behind it. Yigg consoled himself with the thought that the King would never be returning. The King�s message had assured that. Yigg chuckled. It was by way of the Queen in her bedroom that he had spied the orders just this morning. Business in the morning, and pleasure at night. He chuckled again. Now for more pleasure. Yigg returned his attention to the girl who was now grinning to herself and rolling around on the rug. He watched as she cocked her head as though to listen. She paused and then mouthed something in return. Orders to get comfortable, Yigg guessed, for the girl was now pulling off her shoes and rolling over to the stand to pour herself wine from the decanter. Yigg poured himself another and settled back to enjoy the display. The girl stared into the fire and sipped her wine until it was finished. Then she rolled around for a while and crawled back over to the wine and poured another glass. Yigg began to worry that the girl would pass out from drink before the Queen finished her primping, but the girl did not drink any more wine. She just sat staring down into her glass. Her head was bent and her hair fell down and covered everything above her waist. This was boring him. Where was the Queen? This was starting to be a waste of time. Yigg bent down and fumbled for the figures that had fallen and he growled when he found them. A handful of nubs had broken off. He dropped the pieces into his pocket and returned to the egg. Nothing had changed in the scene except that the girl was now swaying. Her head was still down and though it was not exciting, Yigg enjoyed seeing her move from side to side like that. It was relaxing him, he realized. He no longer cared when the Queen returned. He did not know why, but that was okay. As long as he could watch the girl sway, then he would be happy. Back and forth she swayed. Repeatedly, she swayed. Yigg lost track of time. Yigg felt himself beginning to sway. He could do this for hours. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered if he would do this for hours. Then the girl stopped. She stopped and lifted her head. She lifted her head and looked straight at him. She looked straight at him and winked. In the moment she winked, the spell had been broken and Yigg understood that he had been discovered. Something in the room moved, and he twitched. He lifted his face from the egg and up into that of Queen Linnea. |
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By Eithne (Eithne) on Tuesday, April 09, 2002 - 09:21 am
Wow Sarah,I can't believe you pulled of all that writing with almost no adj/advs. It's totally sucesfull, vivid, descriptive, and doesn't feel lacking at all. I'm so glad you continued the story. Yigg is so gross, he makes my skin crawl! I'll look forward to future instalments, should you choose to write them. Great story. |
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By KateC (Katec) on Tuesday, April 09, 2002 - 12:30 pm
I love this. I can just smell that room with the farts, stinky feet, sour sweat all building up like poisonous gas; it's a wonder the queen didn't get knocked unconscious, or at least lose her lunch. It's so vivid, I never even noticed the absence of adjectives and adverbs. |
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