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When Wini was brought into the harem, surrounded by guards, the overseer stomped up to them right away.

“What on earth is this ragamuffin doing here? The kitchens and laundry are that way!”

“She’s a new concubine, Madame Overseer,” a guard said. “Queen just claimed her.”

“Fine,” the overseer snapped, but she looked like it wasn’t. Wini flinched as her furious gaze was turned on her. “Give her here.”

After a long, painful scrubbing, Wini was free of dirt and mud and, unfortunately, the Queen’s dried slick on her face. She couldn’t remember ever having been this clean and fresh. It was wonderful, and the pain of the rough cloth on her skin made her truly believe her good fortune was real for the first time. When she started crying tears of happiness, the overseer slapped her face.

The overseer pulled her out of the tub, which had been drained twice, dried her off, and began measuring her.

“What’s that for, Madame Overseer?” Wini asked.

“Hold still, slave!”

“Name’s Wini, Madame Overseer.”

The woman gave Wini’s ass a few hard hits and continued measuring. “Your name is what I say it is, slave. And this is an official inspection. To see if you’re worthy of being admitted into Her Majesty’s harem.”

“But she’s already admitted me, Madame Overseer!”

A slap to the face. “You think she’s forced to keep you if you aren’t up to snuff? She’s the Queen!”

Wini became concerned. What if the mud had hidden some fatal flaw from the Queen? She flinched when the cold measuring tape touched her nipples.

“Your tits are abysmal,” Madame Overseer said, giving one a slap. “I’ve never seen a pair this tiny.”

“It’s ‘cause I didn’t eat much my whole life so I got no extra,” Wini explained helpfully.

Madame Overseer didn’t seem to appreciate the explanation. She picked up a hair brush and beat Wini’s tits until they were both all red and Wini was crying, and then went back to measuring.

“And these hips, and your ass… They’re so bony! They would be sharp and unpleasant to touch! Do you this this is acceptable for a Queen’s concubine?”

“She don’t gotta touch them… She said my mouth was okay, so maybe I could just do that,” Wini mumbled, hurt. This prompted another quick, harsh spanking.

The inspection continued. Madame Overseer looked in her mouth and complained about Wini’s missing teeth, and then looked over her scalp and complained of her dandruff and thin hair. She scolded Wini for having such short, bitten nails, and for not taking better care of her skin, and for not having shaved.

And finally, she had Wini bend over so she could look at her pussy. She stared at it long and hard, and Wini squirmed.

“Disgusting,” she finally declared. “Your labia is so long and uneven! It’s repulsive! And no slave should have a clit that big. It’s obscene. A slave’s clit should be tiny so its superiors don’t have to think about it.”

“‘m sorry,” Wini whimpered, trying not to cry.

“You should be sorry! And all this hair! It’s revolting. Well, I can’t do anything about your body, but I can at least fix this.”

Madame Overseer gave Wini’s pussy a few hard spanks and then completely shaved her body hair. She put makeup on her face, which felt strange and made Wini’s eyes water. She put her in lingerie.

“Like putting lipstick on a pig,” Madame Overseer sighed. “I wouldn’t get too comfortable here, slave. Now, this is a complete waste of time, in my opinion, but now I have to teach you the Queen’s preferred positions.”

There were many positions, and many hand signals and noises that signified them. Wini felt dizzy with confusion. She wasn’t a fancy slave with fancy masters- when people wanted her to do something, they told her. She tried her best to learn, but it got all mixed up in her head, and she kept getting it wrong every time.

Eventually, Madame Overseer threw up her hands.

“I give up! I give up. You’re too stupid to learn, and you’re obviously not staying long anyway. I’m not wasting another minute on this.”

She took Wini to the Queen’s bedchamber and told her not to move until the Queen arrived.

Wini was glad to finally be alone so she could have a good cry. She couldn’t believe she had been so stupid as to think the Queen would actually want her. She was just a country bumpkin and a bad gift, not a polished academy bedslave.

When the Queen came in, Wini was still crying.

“Honey! Are you alright?”

“‘m fine, Majesty,” Wini sniffled. She didn’t want to wait to be rejected, and tried to crawl out the door immediately. “This one’ll just leave, it’ll be good and won’t make any fuss…”

“Leave? Who said anything about leaving?”

The Queen closed the door, cutting off Wini’s escape.

“Sit up for me. And call me Mistress. You’re my concubine now.”

“Overseer said no, Mistress,” Wini said sadly. She knelt up but hunched in on herself, trying to hide.

“She said what?! I can assure you, she and I will be having a talk.”

“But she’s right, Mistress. I don’t got no tits or ass or anything, and I got a shit pussy. You don’t want me.”

Mistress slapped her in the face. Wini looked up, reeling. Despite the sharp hit, the Queen’s face was kind.

“Don’t tell me what I want and don’t want, Wini,” she said gently. “Let me see you. Stand up.”

Wini whined and covered her face once she stood. Mistress pulled her hands down firmly.

“You’re mine. Don’t try to hide from me.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Mistress’s hands trailed over Wini’s body, gently, but with obvious authority. She cupped Wini’s little breasts in her hands.

“See, Mistress? They’re tiny.”

“That’s true,” Mistress said. She tweaked the nipples, and Wini shrieked. Mistress smirked. “Seems like they’re plenty sensitive, though.”

“Punishments on them are very effective, Mistress!”

“I would love to punish these cute little titties,” Mistress said. “What a nice suggestion. But not right now.”

Her hands went lower, grasping Wini’s hips, then her ass.

And then she was lifting Wini up. Wini squealed and threw her arms and legs around Mistress.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, all that not having an ass,” Mistress scolded playfully. She nipped at Wini’s neck. “I’ll have to spank you for that later, so you can see just how much of an ass you have.”

“You’re so strong, Mistress!” Wini gasped, wide-eyed. “How’d you get to be so powerful? Is it cause you lift weights at Court?”

Mistress laughed. “You’re adorable.”

Wini squeaked as she was thrown down on the bed. Mistress spread her legs and inspected the pussy she owned. Wini started biting her nails, anxious.

And then Mistress put her mouth on her worthless slave pussy.

“Mistress, that’s not right!” Wini shrieked, fingers flying out of her mouth. “It’s not proper! I don’t deserve all that! Mistress!”

Mistress ignored her. Wini tried not to notice how very, very skilled her tongue was, because she was pretty sure feeling this much pleasure was a sin.

When Mistress had had her fill, she pulled away, looking quite pleased with herself. “I’ve confirmed it. That’s not a ’shit pussy’ at all, dear. It’s perfect.”

Wini squirmed, panting and on edge. “Mistress!”

“But maybe I need to look into it more,” Mistress said. Wini froze until she saw her wink. “I think I’ll need to fuck it to really make sure.”