Ireland's first queen had been crowned, and now it was about getting those who did not recognize her rule to submit. She sat in the throne room, listening to the squabbles of Ireland's nobility, while she held an intense face, contemplating her options.
"My queen, we have rounded up all the traitors in this castle." one guard said before bowing and backing away, allowing a long line of chained traitorous nobles to walk before him, their hands bound. All were filthy, their hair matted with sweat and blood, and they shivered as they stood before their queen, awaiting their fates.
"Advisor, what sayeth you?" Messalina spoke.
"Your majesty, these are the leaders of the rebel forces, but they are few. I would recommend we make an example of them. I suggest you put them to death." He was polite but firm in his tone.
Messalina looked at the line of men. They were filthy, bruised and beaten, and miserable. She felt wrong just lopping off their heads. "Advisor, is there no way for them to submit and repent their crimes?"
The man hesitated for a moment, and then answered. "There is a gesture for submission in Ireland that all men know."
"Well, tell me!" Messalina snapped.
"Your majesty, it is, perhaps..." The poor advisor seemed less and less confident the more he spoke. "Those who submit would suck the king's nipples as a gesture of submission. As you are a queen and not a man, your majesty, there may be some confusion..."
Messalina's eyes grew wide and she covered her mouth with her hand. She sat silently for a moment, then finally spoke again. "Advisor, are you suggesting these men suck my breasts?" She said it matter-of-factly, but her voice trembled.
"It was not the idea I held favor for, your majesty. My advice remains as thus: Put these traitorous men to death." The advisor stood at attention and waited for her response. Messalina knew there was a big difference between men sucking a king's nipple to... to hers. And yet, she wanted to be better than the bloodthirsty rulers that came before her. She was the first queen, and she wanted to do things right. She stood to speak louder to all the traitors in an announcement.
"Scoundrels! I, Messalina, first of my name, have decided to grant you mercy. Submit to me, and I will show you mercy. Renounce whom you have sworn your loyalty to and swear fealty to me with the traditional, uh suckle of your true leader. If you do so, I will let you live with some definite imprisonment." She thought it was a good speech, though the suckle part felt weird. It just wasn't the same when it wasn't a king saying it, but she was determined to not let her gender impede her duties as the ruler of Ireland.
Messalina sat back down on her throne, and every traitor was asked if they would submit. Those who rejected it, were led out of the room, surely to a cell where their death was scheduled. Those who remained, agreed to submit. She adjusted her green flowing dress and nervously ran a hang through her ginger hair. With one last reminder that she had to be strong, she pulled the top of her dress down and exposed her breasts. They were quite large, the nipples inverted and creating a puffy areola around them. She knew full well she couldn't stop any members of the court or even her own advisor from ogling her freckled breasts, but she had to do it anyway.
Finally, it was time to begin. The first man stepped forward in his chains and kneeled before her, his hands outstretched as if to pray. "Your majesty, my name is Conroy. I am here to submit myself to your rule."
"You recognize Messalina as your queen and monarch?" Messalina asked him.
"I do." Conroy said. He stepped closer, and, perhaps not wishing to test his luck, gave the lightest peck on her left nipple with his lips. He then turned, allowed to leave with the relief his life would not be ending this day. Messalina felt relieved that the first one hadn't gone wrong, and she let out a deep breath as she waited for the next.
The next man stepped forward, his chains clinking as he did so. "I am Gerard O'Malley. I am here to submit myself to your rule." He repeated the words after Conroy, but Messalina felt something different about him. This man seemed as if he was willing to risk death to push his luck. He stepped forward toward her rack, and Messalina prepared for another peck. What she got was much more: Gerard's lips parted and he put his whole mouth over Messalina's breast. She had never felt anything like it in all her life. The sensation of a warm mouth on her bare breast made her whole body tense up, and Messalina gasped as she felt her nipples being absolutely violated by the man's mouth.
"I-I think you've sworn enough, Gerard." Messalina announced as she felt him suckling it with such vigor that her inverted nipples were becoming erect.
Finally, he gave one last suck before standing back up and saying, "Did you like my submission?"
"Well," Messalina said with a voice that cracked and stuttered as she struggled for self-control. "It was very endearing, but I think we are done with that part."
She watched in mild simmering anger as Gerard was led out of the room, occasionally looking down at her saliva-drenched breasts. The absolute gutsiness of this man was incredible. And while she had hoped that would be the last of that, she saw new fire in the line of traitors. It had seemed they all now had a taste for her breasts and were ready to try their luck with her.
The next stepped forward, skipping some of his lines and staring directly into Messalina's chest with lustful intent. "I am Declan McSorley. I submit." He sped through his lines, then quickly got to completely slobbering all over her chest with his mouth. Messalina didn't want to break character, so she just looked straight forward with a quivering but serious face, trying not to cry out as his lips mashed against her breasts. It was as if this man was a glutton for this "submission", and was determined to make sure he sucked every inch of her flesh on display to the court.