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Notes: A couple notes before we begin our journey.
I had no clue when I started this, but this story is actually very similar to to merkros' "A Fantasy Dynasty." The major difference is that this is focused on single character rather than a dynasty, but it is still rather similar. While you wait for new chapters to come out or something, just check out his story here: https://chyoa.com/story/A-Fantasy-Dynasty.8418
Some choices will have (SSI) next to them. These choices represent all the little fun (and sexy) things that the Dowager can do occasionally. Consider them as one-shots where lots of nice sexy action takes place. These are just there so that the reader can have sexy side items (like screwing a slave, getting drunk and getting fucked by some random guy, etc) in a way that doesn't screw with the story map or anything like that. Bad ends do not get marked with (SSI).
If I have this note then I haven't finished typing up background information for this. I will remove it when I finish creating the background info for the world in which this takes place.In Theodosan society women are not given much freedom or enjoyment. They are typically considered no more than baby-making machines or tools for political marriages. Even in the highest elements of society they are considered nothing of worth or substance. This is reinforced by The Temple, a religious order which lays the firm the basis of Theodosan society. Their Probists have kept society in check (noblemen are typically exempt from this inquisition of course) via trials and harsh punishments for hundreds of years now. The peaceful existence of Theodos is typically though of as not only the favor of the gods for Theodosan sacrifice, but also the power of the Temple of society. While it is horrible to be a noblewoman, it is a thousand times worse to be a woman from the lower gentry - or worse, a female peasant.
In one of the world's great ironies of history, you were born a woman. Even worse, a peasant woman. You were born in one of the lowest and poorest sections of the capital city of Agrenon. Your parents left you for dead as so many dead female infants were. In many cases the many abandoned girls were adopted by the Temple and used as nuns or were sold into slavery. You had a different fate however, Marquis Demonte Iglios was ran past you in the street in a fit. He was late to return home from a brothel trip and he needed an excuse for his tardiness for his wife and her relatives. In one of his great, quick witted schemes (which would later prove to be a sign of early onset dementia), he decided to pick you up from the street and bring you home. Marquis Demonte and Marquess Anya were without issue at that time and you proved to be a perfect excuse for the Marquis.
The Marquis' plan was to take you into their house as an adopted daughter which was a rare but not unheard of event. Though the Marquis held off on the paperwork in an attempt to fool his wife. He actually wanted to sell you off to some sick pervert who could whore you out at an early age for those with deranged tastes. Without adoption paperwork you were no one's daughter and therefore up for sale. Your adopted mother, Marquess Anya Iglios thankfully took to you quickly however. She took great pride in you and your early affinity with speech and walking about. Before your third birthday you were officially adopted as the daughter of Marquess Anya Iglios. Your official title until you were wed was Lady Emira Iglios.
You were afforded the best education and childhood a noblewoman could be afforded. You received an official education from Probists of the Temple and a great many spankings at their hand for speaking out or talking too loud. For many people, children were meant to be silent you simply were not a quiet child. You showed an aptitude for "story telling" and the social games women play from an early age and you only got better as time went on. When you graduated from the first level of education your mother pushed you to go father and further than you thought you could go. You were educated by many tutors who taught you classics of literature, philosophy and etiquette. For the first time in your life, you became something of a bookworm.
As time went on and you got older, you knew that you would one day be forced to marry. However you were not expecting to get married to the Emperor.
The elderly Emperor, Emperor Geogion III was selecting a new bride after his had died from childbirth. Of the many thousands of women brought forward to the council you made it past the first inspection inside the grand palace. Your first time inside had a profound effect on you and you still remember the echo of your foot steps against the luxurious white marble, the scent of the perfumes, the sound of courtiers speaking in hushed tones about ladies and lords. Such was the way of the grand palace.
The marriage council took a liking to you and passed you forward one step higher. You met the Emperor late one morning in the spring several years ago. His skin was a stark pale white and he had a short grey beard which was notably fuzzy. You're still split if the most noticeable thing about him was his beer belly or his sky blue eyes. He was known to be handsome, nay - beautiful in his younger days. He was just an old man by the time you got your chance with him though.
He took an immediate liking to you after refusing a kiss from him. He wanted to seduce you and to force you to accept him. Though you were three years before your date or marriage, you were signed over to the Emperor legally and you were betrothed to him until the religiously important event of the 20th day of your 20th year.
You remember that date rather well. There were so many white flowers, white foods, white clothing. Everything was white as per religious doctrine. White was the symbol of purity and righteousness whereas black was corruption and immorality. Most of that day went quick for you. You don't even remember the ceremony or the kiss you had to give him to finish the marriage. You do remember your first night with him though.
The Emperor's room was rather spacious and in one of the grand palace's many towers. In the middle of the room was a large bed with many covers, pillows and all sorts of wants and desires from drugs to medicines. The rest of the room remained largely empty with two windows on either side of the bed which allowed whomever got out of bed a fantastic bird's eye view of the city. Outside of that there was an unused desk and a trunk which stored any number of medicines that the Emperor needed to survive.
He grinned as he laid you down on the red velvet blankets and slowly undid his outfit. First his top, showing his ungainly chest and belly. Then his bottoms which revealed an amply sized cock. It was a thick, tan thing with a bright red tip that he liked to flick about with his fingers as a joke. He had you rub it for a few moments and the scent began to hit your nostrils. The smell of blatant sex reeked from his genitals and a masculine scent came from his sweaty body. The sensation overwhelmed you and you were sopping wet within only a few minutes of rubbing and licking.
You tried to forget the rest.
But you can't. You most certainly remember the feeling of his body on top of you stealing your purity away. The pain when his cock entered you was incredible and you cried out while your last bits of innocence bled out onto the mattress.
"I can tell you enjoy this, foundling." He laughed. That's what stuck with you the most throughout the whole experience. The Emperor had no respect for you, no concern for your well-being. You knew that you were nothing but a sex toy for him. Dirty bastard. While you understood your place in society and understood the place and value of all women, you could not deal with this man's repulsive sexual maltreatment of you. You then knew you had to hatch a plan.
You gained the trust of the head cook Dando over time with many night visits after the Emperor was asleep. It started off as sucking and quickly developed into frequent vaginal intercourse. Night after night you snuck into Dando's quarters and debased yourself for his favor. You sucked on his member and gulped down his sperm. You rode him and let him play with your ass when he wanted. This was a much more enjoyable experience for you and you almost forgot what purpose whoring yourself out to the middle aged chef served.
Even in his cramped quaters, where his mattress was made out of straw and stunk like the streets of the city, you enjoyed yourself. You subjected yourself to the disgusting and immoral pleasures of the flesh. Supposidly for some plan that you had though up. Something you though was fool-proof. Something to save you. But over several weeks you began to realize you were becoming addicted to Dando's cock. His was smaller than the Emperor and Dando was rather average looking but even a middle aged widower was a more enjoyable screw than the old Emperor.
You snapped back into reality once Dando was arrested after being accused by a Probist of taking a part in a gang rape of an Elvish slave of the Emperor. The concern wasn't that the slave was raped but that the Emperor's property was damaged. He was tried for heresy and treason against the crown. You successfully negotiated his release and pardon by the Emperor after several late night sessions and fake orgasms. Even your handmaidens blushed and let out giggles when around you after hearing your fake screams from the bed chamber night after night.
Dando died a violent death at the hands of some Ratmen from the sewer of the city several days after his release. Thankfully his son Erron then inherited his position as head chef and you quickly wooed the 16 year old boy. Not via sex or favors, but by seducing him and convincing him you were in a pure and in an honest love with him. You have gotten better, much better at getting what you want. With your tongue a sharp fork, your body supple and young, you are without equal.
The plan was ready. You will find freedom.
Alessandra
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