Nasty, Ugly, and Unloved Story Ideas.

[elfs]

Someone asked if they could see my "Story Ideas" folder. Most of it is a long excerpt from a thread on rec.arts.sf.composition about what one should call the king's royal mage, and then there's this little thing:

"My Lady Queen, on your father's orders I have come here obstensibly to defend you from assassins. However, you know and I know that I have been sent here to assure your power on the throne. The only way I have found to accomplish that is to terrorize your husband. I'm afraid I have succeeded in doing so."

"Afraid?" she asked, curiously amused.

"Yes."

"Why afraid? What did you do?"

"I raped and sodomized him."

She didn't look surprised. Instead, she merely smiled. "And how did my husband Phillipe respond to such treatment?"

"He curled up into a ball and cried. I left him that way. He has avoided me for three days-- until this morning. Today he suggested we ride together. Alone."

I think it's original, and meant to be something I was going to write, another out-series short story with a touch of brutalism and nastiness (since the Journal Entries are-- generally-- meant to be politically correct "consenting adults" stories; an implication that nasty and brutal is a Thing of the Past). But it's been there for years. Maybe it'll make its way into an Aimeeverse story.

Comments

[solarbird]

Today he suggested we ride together. Alone.
So that Philippe's personal guard could best ambush, torture, and kill him in revenge, was my thought. I realise that might also be yours, but it's not where I tend to think you'd be going with a rape-fantasy story.

[elfs.livejournal.com]

Actually, re-reading it now, I realized that's probably where it was headed...

[antonia-tiger.livejournal.com]

As a piece of dialogue, so much depends on the performance. We do have the Queen's reaction, but the man?

Or is it a man?

Still, I can't help but imagine it as Servalan and Kerr Avon.

[elfs.livejournal.com]

Or is it a man?

Oh, dear, I just saw Muse run by with that idea in her hand...

[antonia-tiger.livejournal.com]

"Dearest?"

"Yes, Phillipe. More butter?"

"No, no... Not at the moment. Your new Lady-in-Waiting, the one your father sent..."

"Yes, Phillipe."

"Are you sure she's really a woman?"

"Quite sure. What would give you that idea?"

"Oh, nothing. I must remind the housekeeper to check the stock of butter."

"Have you tried olive oil?"

[elfs.livejournal.com]

Oh, dear, don't give her ideas, dammit! I'm trying to finish something here! *Giggle*.

[cthulu-for-pm.livejournal.com]

That's just too cruel. I love it!