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THE QUEEN'S SLAVE WOMAN

Book One

THE PUNISHING OF JENDRI

By

SUSANNA VALENT

A Renaissance E Books publication

ISBN 1-58873-232-0

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Copyright © 2003 Susanna Valent

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A Sizzler/Sappho Edition

PROLOGUE

On a tiny planet circling the star called Upsilon Andromedae, in the Terran year 1412...

* * * *

"Riki, you slut!"

Inwardly, Jendri groaned. It was the Queen, none other, and using that hated name again. The former general had no choice. She rose from scrubbing the floor of the private throne room and went at once to kneel at the booted feet of her new owner.

"Lick."

That was all the Queen had to do to receive oral pleasure from her new slave. To be sure she had other slaves, and a harem as well, but more often than not, she enjoyed tormenting her new toy with her insatiable sex drive. She planted a scuffed and dirty boot on each of Jendri's shoulders and crowed with laughter, settling herself for yet another deeply satisfying orgasm.

Jendri shuddered and obeyed, trying as always, to think of other things. Her memories drifted back to the awful turning point.

CHAPTER 1

It was early morning in the command tent, field headquarters of General Jendrickar Verrian, General of the Obdurian Armies. Orderlies scurried about, supplying the senior staff with steaming mugs of their favorite steeped stimulant. Colonels and majors of both genders milled about the map tables, trying to decide how best to deploy their troops.

They had been fighting the Asperians for days, probing for any weakness in their lines that would allow the Obdurians to employ a classic pincer movement to cut off the leading edge of the army from their capital and supply lines. Once this was done, the Obdurians hoped to impress upon the Asperians the improvements a republic would bring to their society. As everyone in nations far and wide knew, the Asperians were ruled by a cruel and capricious queen. A republic was, in the opinion of the Obdurian government, more stable and more likely to accept overtures to increased trade. All they had to do was get the queen off the throne, put in a temporary military government, and in a few months, help the Asperians to elect their own officials. Trade negotiations would follow soon after. The Asperians, grateful to be rid of their anachronistic monarchy, would surely offer the best terms to the country who had freed them from bondage.

And who better to head this temporary martial government than the General of the Armies, Jendrickar Verrian herself? There was a stirring at one end of the tent. Two foot-soldiers, armed with polished lances, pulled the flaps aside, and in strode the heroic officer. Her metal-studded leather armor made her already broad shoulders look even wider. Scarred insignia along her right upper arm proclaimed her the victor of several battles. The senior officers quickly drew themselves to attention, careful not to drop or spill their heavy pewter tankards of hot brew. Yet another orderly presented the general with a silver tankard and withdrew.

"Ladies, gentlemen, let's get right to it.” General Verrian began. As usual, there was no time for pleasantries. Quickly, she outlined her latest strategy, flicking her eyes from the map to her senior leaders as she spoke, making each one feel included, searching for signs of reluctance. There were none. She nodded, satisfied. This campaign would end as every other had, with a victory, medals for herself and many others, and plentiful offers of intimacy, as if she didn't already have more lovers than she could accommodate. She brushed the thought aside.

"To arms!” she ordered, bringing her fist down on the table. Immediately buglers sounded the call and aides brought war-horses forward. Jendri mounted, her hair standing on end beneath her helmet as the catapults lumbered past. Today would bring the end of this little war for certain.

* * * *

She couldn't believe their misfortune. Apparently Asperian troop strength had been greatly underestimated, or her staff had been fed misinformation by their spies. No time for that now. Verrian spurred her war-horse toward her ragged, outnumbered soldiers, desperately fighting a troop of fearsome and well-armed opponents. She halted and threw herself off, laying into the nearest Asperians with her sword. She fought ferociously as they struggled against all odds to save themselves.

Just as it seemed they might win, and thereby escape, and as Verrian prepared to drive her sword into an adversary on the ground, a net ensnared her, rendering her helpless.

The woman on the ground leaped up and was on the point of driving her own weapon into Verrian when a harsh voice halted her. “Stop, Fracta! Queen K'Endarra will wish her unharmed.” Eyes flashing sullenly, the Asperian lowered her sword and stepped back, glowering at the speaker, who wore captain's insignia.

The general struggled uselessly against the net. “Let me go!” she snapped. “At once!” Both Asperians laughed.

"You are in no position to make demands, Verrian,” Fracta, her would-be executioner sneered. “You are our prisoner. Queen K'Endarra will be quite pleased with this trophy.” She gave a malicious laugh at Verrian's furious snarl. “Oh, yes. The commanding general of the Obdurian army. The Queen will reward us handsomely indeed!"

The captain dismounted and picked Verrian up as easily as a sack of flour and put her over her shoulder, striding toward the fallen leader's horse, who reared threateningly as they approached. “Calm this animal,” the officer said tersely, or I will have her destroyed."

No! Spare her! Verrian thought. She uttered a sharp command and the horse quieted, standing obediently still.

The Asperian captain threw Verrian facedown over the saddle and trussed her up tightly as a festival fowl. Then she led the charger to her own mount. She and her underlings spurred their horses and galloped away from a battlefield littered with Obduria's dead.

Arriving at the castle of the powerful Queen K'Endarra Golgathex, the Asperian soldiers took Verrian from the horse and carried her in. She struggled furiously but could do nothing except cause the stronger Asperians to stagger, cursing. Tall and strong for a light-boned northerner, the General was still no match for these muscular southern-folk. They brought her into a bright, airy room whose walls and floor were tiled in pink marble. When they untied Verrian she sprang up, fists and feet flying. The largest Asperian seized her in a paralyzing armlock, looking to her superior for orders.

"Listen to me, Verrian,” the captain said harshly. “We brought one of your soldiers back, too. If you do not stop fighting us, we will torture her while you watch.” Verrian went still, breathing hard. Her heart sank. She knew only too well that these brutal Asperians made no idle threats. She nodded tersely and the soldier let her go. “Remove your clothing,” the captain ordered. Verrian swallowed and began unbuckling her leather and metal armor. She fumbled at it, unused to doing it herself. Before, an orderly had always served her needs.

When she stood naked, Fracta beckoned her through a doorway. The general and the others followed her into a small room where a sunken bath was filled with steaming water and fragrant oils. The captain undressed and gestured for Verrian to enter the bath, and when she stepped into the heated water, the officer followed. She picked up a sponge and proceeded to bathe the general thoroughly.

Verrian gritted her teeth, resolutely silent while the woman scrubbed every inch of her body. As Fracta pouted, Verrian gave thanks it was the captain doing the scrubbing, and not the corporal. She was secretly glad to have the grime of the battlefield washed off, but her mind darted in all directions, seeking escape. She had counted every stair, turn and passage on her way in, and thus she would find her way out.

When they were dry, the captain led her back to the main room and bound Verrian's hands behind her back with a gold silk rope. “We go to the Queen now,” she said, taking the general's arm. “She will have no compunction about punishing you if you fight her,” the woman warned. Verrian had never seen Asperia's powerful queen, but had heard of her beauty. However, this was of no interest to her under the circumstances. Beauty enough was to be had at home.

"You will not allow me to be clothed?” she demanded. “I am a commanding officer! Our treaties dictate certain accommodation—"

"Spare us!” The captain grinned humorlessly. “K'Endarra has no use for treaties. The Queen wants her prisoners brought before her naked and bound,” she said. Verrian glowered, but said nothing. It would give her the greatest pleasure to kill this woman, all of them, in fact, and she vowed not to leave Asperia until she had done so.

They entered a sumptuously appointed room, hung in scarlet and gold, throughout which priceless paintings, sculptures, and art objects were scattered haphazardly. At the far end a figure lounged indolently on a massive golden throne covered with scarlet and gold pillows. Verrian stared at the bronzed woman who wore a brief garment of black shot through with gold. Her beautiful face with its high cheekbones, fathomless dark eyes, full sensuous lips and elegantly ridged brow instantly captivated Verrian despite herself, forcing her to fight down the treacherous feelings of desire flooding her body. This was not one of the General's usual soft, frail Obdurian paramours. Verrian kept her face hard, her eyes blank as she was led to the Queen. She was pushed to her knees at the foot of the throne and it took all her will not to spring up.

The two powerful women surveyed each other in silence. Then K'Endarra stood with fluid grace, her slender figure belying the coiled-steel muscles beneath her silken skin. Verrian met her gaze steadily. The Queen frowned as she studied her naked prisoner.

"Leave us,” she ordered her soldiers, who immediately withdrew. K'Endarra descended the steps and walked around Verrian, noting her thick, auburn hair, cut short for battle, the creamy skin normally hidden by uniforms and armor, the well-developed muscles, for a non-Asperian, anyway, and the deep-set, flashing emerald eyes. Verrian held herself with proud defiance as she endured the scrutiny. “I never expected to have General Jendrickar Verrian as my prisoner.” The Queen's tone was thoughtful rather than gloating. Verrian said nothing. “I should have liked to meet you in battle myself,” Golgathex went on, “but since I do not presently have an heir, I do not risk combat."

Verrian raised her eyes deliberately to the Queen's. Her lips stretched in a dangerous smile. “It was perhaps even less prudent to reveal this information to me,” she said, her words heavy with implied threat. Queen K'Endarra's laughter was startling in the silence of the throne room and Verrian flinched.

"You think to kill me?” K'Endarra asked. “I admire your audacity, General, but it is merely hot air and bluster. Asperian Queens do not bear their own heirs. It is merely custom that I refrain from battle until they are born, not a biological necessity.” Her face hardened into menacing lines. “But never mind that! When I am through with you, you will be barely able to crush an ant beneath your heel, much less kill me."

It was Verrian's turn to laugh, and she felt a grim satisfaction at seeing the monarch's eyes narrow.

"You have a proud spirit,” the ruler said. “It will give me a great deal of pleasure to break it.” She evinced no anger as Verrian laughed again, but turned and stepped to one of the high narrow windows through which golden sunlight spilled, pooling on the marble floor. She stared out for a few minutes, then turned decisively and strode back to her captive. In one movement, Golgathex hooked a hand under Verrian's armpit and hauled her up.

Verrian struggled not to stagger as she was propelled rapidly across the room in the Queen's iron grip. K'Endarra took her to a wooden structure consisting of two posts sporting shackles top and bottom. Verrian's heart began to pound. Although Jendrickar struggled mightily, Queen K'Endarra swiftly imprisoned her, spread-eagled and suspended. She came to stand in front of the great general, glowering. Verrian met her gaze boldly, her face betraying nothing. She willed herself not to perspire, determined to show no emotion before this barbarian. K'Endarra turned and removed a dark object from a hook on the frame. A whip.

Queen K'Endarra uncoiled it with a snap of her wrist. Verrian kept her face neutral. K'Endarra's eyes were hooded. She held the instrument casually, letting the promise of hideous pain work on her prisoner's mind.

The whip snaked out and circled one of Verrian's breasts with a band of agony that ringed the nipple with fiery red. By a superhuman feat of will, Jendrickar gave the Queen no satisfaction. A half-smile, with just a hint of cruelty, flitted across K'Endarra's face. The next flick brought a thin line of blood from a welt across Verrian's belly. It was harder to remain stoic the second time, but she was determined. She knew on another level it could cause Golgathex to inflict more punishment, but Jendrickar simply could not show weakness in front of her captor, not as long as she was able to hold out.

K'Endarra painted an agonizing canvas of excruciating pain on Verrian's body, alternating with blows that merely stung and smarted and blows that drew blood or left dark ugly bruises. Jendrickar's resistance was amazing. Under other circumstances, K'Endarra would have had this creature on the floor under her, screaming and writhing in ecstasy. But such pleasure was denied both of them. The Queen had to destroy the General, turning her into an object of derision and scorn, else the war was not entirely won.

Verrian hung in the restraints, panting, head down, fists clenched so tightly her knuckles were bone-white. She could hear her blood dripping onto the marble floor. She had still not uttered a sound, but she knew she was nearing the end of her endurance. Her body was a mass of burning, throbbing agony. Golgathex had left very little untouched. From beneath lowered lids, Jendrickar watched K'Endarra, who observed her again, the whip dangling. Jendrickar raised her head and stared back. Their gazes locked for a long moment, then Golgathex casually tossed the whip aside and sauntered off to relax on her throne.

The Queen grinned at her captive, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. “All right, Jendrickar Verrian. You've proved your strength. You've won, for the moment. But there will be many opportunities for further sport."

Jendrickar heard the grudging respect in her tone. It was a small enough victory, but she would take it.

The queen shouted for her guards and two entered instantly, including the malevolent Fracta. Golgathex gestured toward Jendri and the guards released her from the whipping post. Jendri almost collapsed as they set her on the floor, but regained her balance. Fracta sneered silently, and Jendri made a note of it. They bound her hands behind her again and forced her to kneel before K'Endarra. With a jerk of her head, K'Endarra ordered the guards to take Jendri away. She would certainly pay for the Queen's growing frustration. It was only a matter of time.

* * * *

They put her in a barren cell, furnished with only a thin, narrow bunk. The door clanged shut harshly. Jendrickar saw as she stood rubbing her wrists that a folded garment lay there, but she couldn't bear to put it on over the painful welts that covered her body.

Jendri's throat felt parched and she wished for water. Her stomach rumbled, too. She had only had a sparse breakfast shortly before the dawn briefing, and she estimated it must be late evening by now. She sat down gingerly on the coarse blanket, wincing as her savaged skin protested. She was exhausted ... physically, mentally, and emotionally.

Jendrickar's head snapped up as someone stopped in front of her cell. Jendri braced herself. A guard with an armload of bandages, bread, a flagon and a basin of water entered. With her was a short, plump Asperian carrying a satchel. A second guard locked the door and waited outside.

"I am a physician,” the older woman announced. “The Queen sent me to minister to your injuries.” She began to examine her patient.

Jendrickar raised her eyebrows. That was odd. “Why?” she asked.

"It is not my place to question the Queen's orders,” the doctor replied briskly. “Sit on the end of the bunk. You must stay upright until the pastes dry.” From the satchel came an unguent she spread on Jendrickar's welts and bruises. To Jendri's amazement, the sting began to ease almost immediately. The doctor took the bandages and wrapped and folded them tightly around Jendri's wounds.

"Be still and let the medicine do its work,” she told Jendrickar. “Be sure to drink plenty of water, and leave the bandages on. I will return tomorrow. Guard!” The door was opened and the doctor and her assistant disappeared. Jendri had an irrational impulse to jump up and rip everything off. No doubt the barbarian Queen wanted her healed quickly just to inflict more punishment. But Jendri controlled herself and sat quietly, enjoying the respite from pain.

Jendri knew when the doctor returned the next day, the guard would be with her. Her mind raced ahead, planning. She could jump the guard, but the doctor would sound the alarm. Jendri needed the guard alone. A plan began to form. She consumed the bread and water methodically. She would need her strength. If she planned to return to the head of her armies, and not live the rest of her life in disgrace, she had to get out. Without her, there was no telling what the Asperians might do to Obduria. Vicious Asperian leadership had trickled down to the likes of Fracta, a coarse soldier who acted without thinking. And to think they were trying to free these ignorant yokels!

Verrian had not agreed with the invasion plan. She felt not enough was known about the people of the neighboring land, and that diplomacy should be continued until they were sure the people were oppressed. In her opinion, the information they had was largely anecdotal. But the Council of Ministers had prevailed and they had gone to war.

It wasn't that Jendri didn't live for war; far from it. She enjoyed training, fighting and most of all, winning. And so she chose her battles wisely, and had lived through many a bloody engagement with few wounds, none worse than a broken leg. Thus she had become the first female, and youngest general ever, to head the Obdurian forces. Because of her youth, she hadn't been in the position long, and thus the other council members had felt comfortable ignoring her cautions. After all, most of them were men.

Now, of course, if the war was lost, it would be conveniently blamed on her. No one was likely to live to take her side. Nor was the war the only loss. Her fine home, horses, collection of art and weapons and books, even if they survived an invasion, would surely be hauled off as prizes. And should Obduria prevail and free her, she would return home in disgrace, lose her appointment, and be unable to maintain her social position. Better to die here.

The next morning when Jendrickar awoke, she removed the bandages and brushed off the dried paste. Slipping into the tunic and trousers, she stretched out on the bunk. Taking a deep breath, she let out a blood-curdling scream. She screamed until two guards came hurrying to the cell. Jendri clawed at her clothing. “Help!” she cried. “Help me! It has eaten the skin from my body! Help me!"

The guards opened the cell door and entered as Jendrickar pretended to writhe in agony. As they approached, she launched herself, fists and feet a blur, hearing with fleeting satisfaction the crunch of shattering bones as she made contact. Fracta lay injured and unconscious, at last. Jendrickar leaped over the crumpled bodies of the guards and burst from the cell, grabbing their weapons as she went. She ran swiftly down the corridor and paused at the corner, peering cautiously around it. The way was clear, so she started out, wondering where she might find her own soldiers.

Guards suddenly erupted from a doorway far down the passage and Jendrickar stopped dead. She ducked into an alcove as a hail of arrows winged toward her. Jendri gripped the sword, waiting for their advance, determined to dispatch as many of them as she could before they overpowered her. Defeat and imprisonment were a fate worse than death. She would die in battle, gloriously, and ballads would be sung to her name.

The guards surged toward her. At the last minute Jendrickar whirled into them, fighting as though demon-possessed, cutting a swath with her sword. The guards fell back under her fury and for a minute, it looked as though she might prevail and escape.

"Verrian!” Queen K'Endarra's voice was cold steel. Everyone stopped mid-stroke, heads turning at the sound of the Queen's voice. Jendrickar's blood chilled, the sword dropping from nerveless fingers. Her personal orderly, Audran, stood immobile in Golgathex’ grip, blood dripping from a thin slash across her throat, made by the short sword in the monarch's hand. “I will kill her on the instant, if you make another move,” the Queen said coldly. Surrounding her was a troop of fresh soldiers. It was hopeless.

Jendrickar raised her hands over her head. “Do not harm her,” she said. Golgathex shoved Audran at a guard and walked to Jendrickar. The guards parted before her. Her boot heels rang eerily on the massive stones of the otherwise silent corridor.

K'Endarra stopped in front of Jendrickar and once again, their gazes locked. Jendrickar stared back unflinchingly at the Asperian, whose eyes were glittering obsidian slits of anger. “I do not know whether you are foolhardy or exceptionally brave,” K'Endarra growled. “You will regret this nonsense, I promise you.” She flicked a glance at the guards. “Take her to the throne room,” she said brusquely. Two of them seized Jendri roughly and hustled her down the corridor. At least it isn't Fracta, she thought.

They took her to stand before a long, low table in the corner opposite the whipping frame. Jendri's heart sank as she saw the Audran had been brought, too. She hoped she had not put her soldier in jeopardy.

K'Endarra strode deliberately over to Jendrickar, motioning for the guard to bring Audran along. She gestured for the guards surrounding Jendri to move away. Jendri's chin lifted to stare defiantly into the Queen's still angry eyes. K'Endarra growled and turned her around roughly, pushing her so that she was bent over the table. Jendri put her hands out, bracing herself on the tabletop.

With one move, K'Endarra ripped the waistband of Jendrickar's trousers and the flimsy fabric fell away, pooling around her feet. Jendri gritted her teeth, steeling herself for whatever Golgathex would do to her. “Bring me that,” she heard K'Endarra order, “and bring her over here.” Jendri heard shuffling feet and she knew it was Audran. Oh, gods, she thought. Please no.

With a rough hand in the middle of her back, K'Endarra pushed Jendri flat down on the tabletop. “Stretch,” she snapped, in a tone indicating she would brook no hesitation. Jendri complied.

For all her preparation, Jendrickar was just barely able to bite back a scream as the heavy wooden paddle made contact with flesh still sensitive from earlier punishment. She withdrew deep inside herself, concentrating on the hatred and fury she nourished at the center of her being. The blows rained down, and Jendri barely realized when they stopped. Her breath rasped harshly in her chest as she clung to the table top, digging in with her fingernails to keep from sagging to the floor.

Jendrickar became vaguely aware that Audran and the guards had gone. She was alone with Golgathex now. She could feel the Queen standing behind her. Jendri waited, wondering if she had the strength to push herself upright and attack. Suddenly, Jendri felt soft hands on her blistered buttocks and she grunted in surprise as much as discomfort. The hands slid over the reddened flesh and she moved restively.

"Be still,” came the low whisper. Incredibly, she felt lips brush her smarting backside and she flinched, the breath nearly leaving her body. Rage built as the tip of K'Endarra's tongue skimmed lightly over her savaged skin and she moved again. “I told you,” she felt K'Endarra's sibilant hiss in her ear, “to be still.” Her knees felt weak, but not from fear or pain.

The roving tongue tickled her bottom in teasing strokes and she shivered. Jendri felt a ripple of arousal and furiously she tried to suppress it. Nothing this woman did to her could feel pleasurable. She was determined. Once again, she tried to focus on the hate at her center, but found herself increasingly unable to do so. A quivering deep in her belly began and built in intensity as K'Endarra's insidious tongue continued to tease her. Her legs turned to jelly as she felt K'Endarra's fingers part the cleft of her cheeks and hold her wide. Jendri was torn and furious. The more K'Endarra touched her, the more Jendri hated it, and the more she wanted it.

Jendri heard the Queen's rapid breathing and the rustle of clothing being removed. Something, not a tongue, not a finger, inserted itself between her spread cheeks and moved slowly up and down. Jendri found herself trying to identify it, and heat exploded in her groin as she realized she was feeling K'Endarra's nipple stroking the cleft of her ass. An involuntary whimper escaped her lips, and her moisture began to seep from her womanhood, betraying her. Despite her resolve, she absolutely did not want K'Endarra Golgathex to stop. Not at all. Her body trembled even as she cursed its treachery. Her own ragged breathing increased in pace with that of her brutal lover's. She felt sweat roll down her face and splash on the wooden tabletop. She wanted to beg for the mercy of release. She had never been handled in such a way by anyone. Dominance, although gentle, had always been her role, and her partners loved it.

When Jendri felt the wet heat of K'Endarra's tongue invading the tight, puckered opening of her anus she gasped and cried out jerking as her body spasmed in response. She started to buck up but K'Endarra pushed her back down, holding her easily. “Please,” she moaned. “Oh, by the spirits, please!” The orgasm exploded with a powerful wrench and gush and as it died away, she sagged bonelessly to the floor, sobbing and cursing her traitor body.

Jendri lay in a quivering heap at the feet of Queen K'Endarra Golgathex, who towered over her, hands on hips, looking down at the powerful, courageous woman she had finally humbled, not through pain, but pleasure. To emphasize her defeat, the Queen crushed Jendri's neck under her boot heel, grinding down. She waited patiently until she felt the fight go out of the vanquished leader, then remover her boot.

"Get up,” she ordered. Jendri rose to her knees. Golgathex’ hand on her shoulder kept her kneeling and she stayed there, head bowed, silent tears streaming down her cheeks. She did not resist as Golgathex tore away the tunic she still wore and tossed it aside. Her humiliation complete, her bondage certain, Jendri was now the Asperian Queen's slave.

CHAPTER 2

Suppressing disgust, Jendri once again lifted the insignificant garment out of the way and bowed her head to her Queen's cleft. It was always clean; that was not a problem, as it was Jendri's lot to see to the Queen's personal hygiene. Sex wasn't the problem, either, nor was the frequency of the Queen's demands. It was only the lack of choice in the matter that made the act repugnant. That, and the fact that there was no love between them.

Unbeknownst to the Queen, who was now luxuriating in the skillful attentions of her slave, this lack of love was perhaps the most ironic aspect of the cruel twist of fortune that had brought the women together. In her former life, Jendri had been the object of much heartfelt desire on the part of many lovers, or would-be lovers. Certainly, Jendri had returned their affections, many times. She had never had to force anyone to pleasure her, nor had she been forced. Sex and love were hers to give and take at her leisure and discretion.

To compound her discomfort, the Queen was, if nothing else, physically beautiful, and beautiful in a way entirely outside of Jendri's experience. Her strength, her pleasing color, her musk, her voice; all of these were exotic delights to her unwilling lover. Because of this unfortunate attraction, Jendri's body gave her away on occasions too numerous to mention. Upon satiating the Queen, Jendri's legs were often too weak with desire to carry her away, and the Queen would then kick her down the steps to the floor where Jendri would lay panting, her wet and aching sex exposed for the amusement of all who were present. Queen K'Endarra was not at all private about taking her pleasure. Jendri was sure the term “intimacy” was little used in the Asperian tongue, if it existed at all.

The Queen would bark with laughter. “You say you hate me, Riki, my slut, but you crave my touch. You adore me. Show me, slave. Worship me."

And if Jendri did not rush quickly enough to kiss and lick the Queen's boots, she was hauled to the frame or the table and made to scream. Jendri had given up trying not to scream. The faster she screamed, the faster the blows ended. Jendri had screamed quite a lot in the weeks of her captivity. Even as she had scoured her surroundings for avenues of escape, she had screamed. As she hung on the rack, groaning with pain and exhaustion, she still reviewed the castle's defenses, always probing for a way out. She would attempt to raise a revolt, and if that failed, as she feared it would, she would make her way to another land and live out her life in obscurity if at all possible.

Jendri's days began early. Perpetually naked, she rose from a thin straw mattress in the slave quarters, bathed, ate a bowl of gruel and let herself quietly into the Queen's apartments. Not one move she made was out from under the scrutiny of the sentries who lined every hall and guarded every door. She spent hours cleaning and preparing the outer rooms for the business of the day. The Queen was a late riser, so that if Jendri finished early, she simply sat and rested, waiting to waken her mistress. If she did not finish in time, Jendri continued her work throughout the day as time and the situation allowed, until she was permitted to fall onto her pallet, exhausted, late at night.

Jendri awakened the ruler each morning in an expressly prescribed manner. On this day, as on every other day, when the appointed hour was sounded on the gong, Jendri sighed and went into the darkened sleeping chamber of the queen, where she drew the drapes back just enough to admit a small amount of light. She quietly drew the sheet back from the Queen's naked form, gently turned her on her back, spread her thighs and began to wake her slowly by using her lips and tongue on the royal Asperian genitalia. And on this day, like every other day, Jendri began to writhe with accursed need.

"Nnnuhhh ... ooohhhhh ... ah-ah-ah-AAAAAHHHHH!” K'Endarra screamed as she climaxed explosively in Jendri's mouth. Normally if Jendri had elicited such a response from a lover, it would have been a triumph and a point of pride. In this case, the only significance was that Jendri might not be beaten right away. Jendri had express orders not to stop eating her until K'Endarra pushed her head away. Today this resulted in two more rapid orgasms, and a liberal dousing of K'Endarra's lubricant by way of a reward for her slave. Jendri lapped it up without complaint. It was a huge improvement over gruel.

"Out of my way, slut,” the Queen grunted, stumbling to the latrine.

Jendri noted with relief that today the Queen appeared not to be hung over. She counted it among the few remaining blessings in her existence. Quickly Jendri ran K'Endarra's bath, cleansed her carefully and dressed her. The Queen wore next to nothing because almost any clothing would interfere with her quest for pleasure, the like of which Jendri had never before seen. Tunic, belt and high boots were all the Queen required.

Once dressed, the Queen flopped back onto her bed and Jendri brought her breakfast. This she fed the Queen while kneeling next to the bed. Sometimes K'Endarra hauled Jendri onto the bed, so that, while Jendri leaned over to feed her, K'Endarra would finger her, sometimes inserting her other finger into Jendri's anus and double-stroking her.

On this day, the Queen chose to toy with her slave's self-control. “Come at your peril, slut,” K'Endarra threatened, probing with breath-taking accuracy.

Jendri groaned and wet herself. The touch of this evil woman was frequently too much for her to resist. K'Endarra had expressly, permanently forbidden Jendri to climax. She lashed her thoroughly if she lost control, so Jendri became adept at suppressing her orgasm.

K'Endarra knew that, but she also knew exactly what it took to make Jendri come, and depending on her mood, she did precisely that.

As K'Endarra forced Jendri toward orgasm, the slave had to put down the food lest she drop it on the monarch's chest. “Please ... no...” she begged.

"I warn you, slut,” K'Endarra threatened, but simultaneously, her stroking increased in speed and pressure.

"I cannot ... mercy, please,” Jendri pleaded, head down, trembling on all fours as the Queen took her. Certainly, she desired orgasm, but not the inevitable punishment.

"You are forbidden release,” the monarch purred, enjoying herself.

"No ... stop ... please stop,” Jendri panted, trying to pull back slightly, even though her body screamed for more.

"You were a general. Control yourself,” K'Endarra laughed, driving her fingers rapidly in and out of Jendri's squirming sex.

"Ahhh ... AH!” Jendri cried out, throwing her head back and then collapsing in surrender.

Even as Jendri was spasming, her body thrashing in ecstasy, Queen K'Endarra kicked her out of the bed, watching her slave roll on the floor, hand to her crotch.

K'Endarra pushed the tray aside, rose and hauled the still-jerking slave out to the throne room, where she bound her to the frame. Taking up a small whip, K'Endarra found a well-healed place on the back of the slave's legs, which she quickly painted with six well-aimed strokes. Jendri squealed in agony even as she writhed in ecstasy from her orgasm.

For a finishing touch, K'Endarra slid the whip-handle securely into Jendri's vagina, which spasmed in pleasure at receiving it. Jendri arched in her restraints, amusing K'Endarra.

"Do not drop it, slave, or you will get a dozen strokes more,” she hissed, and then she left Jendri to contemplate her forced devotion to her cruel and beautiful captor.

Spent, Jendri hung, glad to be left alone. Six strokes and some humiliation were not too bad a price to pay for release. The handle of the whip in her vagina was far from unbearable. It was meant to stimulate, not cause pain, Jendri had discovered. The Queen seemed to enjoy teasing Jendri for the purpose of deprivation from time to time, although she didn't enjoy it as much as whipping her. Given a choice, which was never the case, Jendri preferred the stimulation.

Jendri did use the time to good advantage. She reviewed what she knew of the castle's defenses and the procedures followed by the soldiers stationed therein. It was a fortress, pure and simple, and Jendri was no nearer escaping today than she was her first day in captivity. She was still at the data-collecting stage of her time in Asperia. There would be no more escape attempts until Jendri knew everything there was to know about her enemy. Her stay was indefinite, but not infinite, Jendri reminded herself. There had to be a way out, and she would find it. And when she did, Jendri had a limitless catalog of punishments to inflict on K'Edarra and her unnaturally large organ, an organ which, at its most tumescent, threatened to choke her slaves. She would stimulate K'Endarra almost to release and leave her to twist on her own rack, ten times a day. And every sex slave in Castle Golgathex would be invited to join the fun. She would whip K'Endarra's clit to orgasm with her own whip, or K'Endarra wouldn't come at all, ever again.

The second reason for deliberation in Jendri's efforts was that, should she escape, there was virtually nowhere to go. From what Jendri had gathered, Obduria lay in ruins, pillaged and spoiled by the conquering Asperians who, rather than stopping at their own borders, had spilled into the invading nation and sacked it. Jendri's only option seemed to be escape to another nation from which she could launch a resistance. And even that assumed a great deal; that she could gather support, that anyone would follow her again after she had lost the battle which had led to the end of the war.

Finally Jendri was still deep in depression. Her country, her profession, her freedom, her life: all were gone, and she was in captivity unless and until she herself could change it. Her sentence was endless, permanent. When the Queen tired of her, she would be worked to death in field or mine. Thus it was escape or perish.

Footsteps alerted her to the approach of a soldier. She could tell from the sound of the steps on the tile. Anyone but Fracta, she hoped. The young corporal, once healed of the injuries she had received in Jendri's escape attempt, missed no opportunity to torment her. If the Queen's back was turned, Fracta would grope her, whip her, jeer at her, and Jendri was helpless to respond. Still, she planned revenge. A dish best eaten cold, so she had been taught.

She would hang Fracta next to K'Endarra on the whipping frame and never release her until she died.

The soldier was male. Silently he released her legs, then her arms and perfunctorily grabbed her before she lost her balance. “The Queen commands you to keep the whip in your pussy,” he related with a straight face. Like all the soldiers, he was accustomed to K'Endarra's eccentricities.

"Understood,” Jendri nodded, rubbing her wrists. “Thank you.” She was always polite. One never knew where one might make a friend.

He nodded and walked away.

Having no duties at the moment, Jendri went to the dispensary to have her wounds treated, the tail of the whip dragging on the floor beneath her. No one even noticed such irregularities in Castle Golgathex. Many slaves were under various punishments at any given time. It was unremarkable.

What was remarkable was that K'Endarra provided medical attention to her slaves, as long as her own needs were met first. This, K'Endarra supposed, was no different than polishing the silver or grooming a horse. Possessions left to deteriorate were no longer valuable. She wasn't about to question this tiny morsel of good fortune.

Jendri returned to the Queen's apartments in plenty of time to straighten the bedchamber and prepare for K'Endarra's lunch, which would be followed by K'Endarra's pleasure and K'Endarra's nap, followed by yet more pleasure. Just another day as the sex slave of the Queen.

CHAPTER 3

"Enough, Lepta. Withdraw. Riki will cleanse me,” K'Endarra crooned, mellow with satisfaction, if only for the moment.

Jendri moved out from under the Queen's left boot, where she had been serving as a stool. The slave called Lepta, who had received the Queen's orgasms, slid under the Queen's left boot while Jendri knelt before the royal crotch. The slave under K'Endarra's right boot remained stationary, but Jendri saw as she changed places that her associate's juices were running down her thighs, and her ass twitched with need.

Jendri efficiently licked her mistress’ still-pulsing pussy clean, using the precise speed and pressure she had been taught at the end of the whip. This was one of K'Endarra's favorite games, a sort of sexual musical chairs. One slave ate her for several minutes while she sat with boot heels firmly planted in the asses of two others. Every few minutes, all the slaves would rotate one position. The slave who received the Queen's orgasm won not only the pleasure of K'Endarra, but the right to finger herself to climax on her knees at the Queen's feet.

Jendri always lost.

That wasn't necessarily bad. Jendri needed release as badly as Chenta, the stool of the right boot, but to come like that would have been an even more unbearable humiliation. She wasn't sure she could come like that, but if she could, she wanted no one to know it, including herself. Better not to find out.

Jendri stifled a groan as her clit jumped in futile expectation. Her clit had better mind its manners until she could gain some privacy. She had several tricks. The best was the riskiest. Sometimes, while she ate the Queen awake in the morning, she would finger herself to a quiet, almost immobile orgasm, timed to coincide with the Queen's. K'Endarra, in the throes of her own ecstasy, was far too distracted to realize what Jendri had done. The risk was that the Queen would come too soon for Jendri, and then, when she tormented her slave with her silken touch, Jendri would instantly explode and earn a harsh paddling on the table. Therefore Jendri picked her moments carefully.

With a rough shove, K'Endarra pushed Jendri away. “Resume your position, slut,” she growled, and when Jendri was once again rectally impaled by the Queen's boot, and Lepta was kneeling before her, K'Endarra invited, “Take your reward, slave."

Lepta kissed both of K'Endarra's boots, then opened her thighs wide and began to finger herself, closing her eyes in abandon. Faster and faster she rubbed her slit, moaning and bucking as she poured her pleasure onto the floor at K'Endarra's feet. In a moment or two, she came, collapsing in ecstasy in the pool she had created on the shiny marble.

Lepta's squeals of release and protestations of gratitude had just ended when a herald came in and announced a visitor.

K'Endarra grunted. “Clean up your mess, slave. The three of you, take your places."

When Lepta had licked her own juices from the floor and all the slaves were kneeling in a row between the pieces of torture equipment, K'Endarra nodded and the visitor was announced.

Jendri kept her head bowed, hoping this was not going to be one of those awful state occasions in which slave torment was the primary, or worse, the only entertainment. Sometimes when K'Endarra hosted visitors, especially heads of state from neighboring countries, it fell to Jendri and the other sex slaves to service them while K'Endarra looked on, sprawled on her throne, drinking heavily from a goblet of strong Asperian wine.

Thus stimulated, Queen K'Endarra would make Jendri and the others tongue her until she either passed out or was completely sated. In addition, she might shackle Jendri to the frame and lash her for the amusement of her guests, who were sometimes as barbaric as she. Less often, for a grand finale, K'Endarra would torture all of her slaves to orgasm, then whip them for coming, and leave them in restraints while she and her guests fondled them, whipped them, used them and drank the night away.

Today's visitor was new to Jendri, a middle-aged woman, a queen from a realm further away. Jendri vaguely remembered the name, although she had never seen the woman. She was called Julia of Osterland. Tall and blond, her grace was quite compelling.

Even in her downtrodden state, Jendri noticed.

"Would you like my new slave to pleasure you, Julia? She used to be General Jendrickar Verrian of the Obdurians, but now she's just Riki the Slut.” K'Endarra snapped her fingers and Jendri rose and went to kneel at the feet of the other queen.

Julia had heard of Jendrickar Verrian, too, and looked her over with interest. “Yes, thank you. I believe I would like to use her. Please send her to my chambers."

K'Endarra grinned. “Why don't you use her here?"

Julia looked at her, surprised. “Quite frankly, I would be embarrassed."

Golgathex shrugged. “As you please. But have a guard present. She is sneaky and may try to escape."

"Of course. Take her away so she can clean herself up. I'll see her in an hour or so."

A guard stepped over and grabbed Jendri's arm, but she stood up and shook loose. The guard made another grab but Julia stopped him. “Let her walk. If she tries to escape, then you can use force."

The guard nodded. “Yes, Majesty."

Jendri was marched quickly to the visiting monarch's quarters, where she used the bathroom facilities under the watchful eye of the guard. There were healing unguents and Jendri used them as well as soaps and oils. She borrowed a hairbrush and cleaned it afterward. Finally she took a little of a sweet-smelling lotion. Then she and the guard waited for Queen Julia in the anteroom outside the apartments.

Julia soon entered. The guard came to attention and Jendri knelt.

Julia nodded at the guard. “Wait here."

The guard objected, “Majesty, Queen K'Endarra ordered me to stay with you."

"Corporal, we are three stories above the moat. She has no clothing and it is broad daylight. I am quite capable of handling a woman in my bed. You will wait here. The responsibility is mine."

"Yes, Majesty."

Julia looked down at Jendri. “Come,” she said and Jendri rose and followed her. Once inside, Julia turned to her, “Jendrickar, is it?"

"Yes, Ma'am.” Jendri was immediately, irrationally grateful. She didn't appreciate being called Riki the Slut. “My friends called me Jendri."

"Then I will do the same. You will undress me and prepare me for bed, Jendri. Pour me some wine first."

Jendri went to do her bidding. She was never spoken to this kindly and she wanted it to continue. As she removed the queen's trousers, and then her underwear, Julia reached out and drew her close for a sensuous kiss. Jendri moaned with pleasure at the gentle touch. Julia smiled and offered her the goblet of wine. “Here, sweet one, share this with me."

Jendri almost wept, but she controlled herself and thanked Julia with all the dignity she could muster. She drank the wine. She hadn't had anything that good in months.

"Come here,” Julia raised her and led her to the bed. She pushed Jendri onto her back and from there, took her in a variety of positions until Jendri was panting with exertion and arousal. Julia climaxed, crying out with pleasurable abandon, in her mouth, on her breasts and everywhere else. Just when Jendri thought the woman must be exhausted, she took Jendri in a vise-like grip and pleasured her with her fingers until she screamed with ecstasy. Julia wrung her absolutely dry of sexual response and then let her go, laughing as Jendri lay face-down in the tumbled sheets, unable to move.

"My goodness, you are a delight,” Julia exclaimed. “Why are you called Riki the Slut?"

"It pleases Queen K'Endarra to call me so,” Jendri told her. “I believe it was the name of a favorite whore or a favorite horse. She was drunk at the time so I am uncertain.” She shook her head dejectedly.

Julia snorted with amusement. “And why does she treat you so roughly? Are you not obedient to her?"

"I am, Majesty."

"But you are not as respectful as you could be, nor as loyal. Am I right?"

"She despises me, and it pleases her to beat me. I can never please her."

"Nor do you want to. Correct?"

"What can I do? I was a general. My army is in ruins and now I am a slave. Why should I wish to please her? How can I be loyal?"

Julia tolerated the outburst she had elicited. She wanted Jendri to start to use her legendary intelligence once again. “Listen to me, General Jendrickar Verrian. You are still a general and an Obdurian. Your people may be ground under her heel figuratively, as you are literally. But you are in a position to help yourself and them."

Jendri looked at her dully. “How?"

"Treat her with respect and love, even if you don't feel it. She is angered by your resistance, so don't resist her. Do more than she asks, and willingly, not grudgingly. Win her over so that you may influence her for your people's sake."

"Why don't you tell her how to act?” Jendri's petulance betrayed her resentment. “You already have her ear."

"We are powerful rulers, she and I, and allies as well. There is a delicate balance of power between us and I cannot afford to tip it against myself on behalf of a vanquished nation. But you can do more than I, much more. Now, cease feeling sorry for yourself and act. I will use what influence I can to aid you, but that is all."

Jendri nodded. “Yes, Majesty."

"Good. That pleases me. I will have you again. You come quite beautifully when you are not angry or afraid. I shall tell your lord that and we shall see if it works in your favor."

Queen Julia had Jendri all the rest of that day, the way a lover would, giving and receiving pleasure nearly equally, and that night Jendri slept in happy exhaustion at the foot of her bed. Julia fed her from her own meals and in the morning, she dressed her in a simple outfit taken from one of her own servants. Then Julia returned her to K'Endarra personally before taking her leave of the palace.

"Why is she clothed?” K'Endarra asked, amazed.

"Because she is beautiful, and her beauty belongs to you alone.” She looked down fondly at Jendri, who was once again kneeling at K'Endarra's feet. “If she were mine, I would not share the sight of that luscious body with anyone. I would never share her body with anyone, and I certainly wouldn't beat her unless she was disobedient. I would want her beautiful and perfect for my pleasure.” She glanced down at Jendri again. “But, that's what I would do if she were mine, and she is not. I am sure you have your own ... preferences.” Julia smiled.

K'Endarra rose. “I will go with you to the courtyard, Julia, and wish you a good journey.” She looked at Jendri. “You wait here, Riki."

"Yes, my lord."

It startled K'Endarra, who was used to mute, grudging compliance. “Well, that is a change,” she remarked to Julia. “What did you do to her?” They went out chatting, arm in arm, leaving Jendri on her knees before K'Endarra's empty throne.

CHAPTER 4

After half an hour, Queen K'Endarra returned. She sat on her throne and ordered, “Wine."

Jendri smiled up at her. “Right away, Majesty. What kind may I get you?"

"The usual. Strong red."

"At once,” Jendri acknowledged and went to do as she was told. They were alone but for two guards, the other slaves being about their other duties. Jendri brought the wine on her knees with a smile and asked. “What else may I do for my lord?” Looking up at K'Endarra, she realized again the Queen was really quite lovely when her brow was not furrowed in anger, or when she wasn't shouting threats. Jendri could almost believe a real person was hidden somewhere inside her. If circumstances were different, she would long since had permitted her attraction to motivate her.

"What is this, Slut? Some game you are playing?” K'Endarra drank.

"Not at all, my lord. Queen Julia has taught me my place. She showed me that if I am respectful and obedient, you might not be so angry with me.” She looked at K'Endarra's boots. “If my lord has no engagements at present, I could shine these,” she said as she lightly stroked the leather. “They look a bit dull."

K'Endarra shivered at the delicate touch, unbidden and spontaneous, of her slave. She considered. Julia had said that K'Endarra might find Jendri somewhat more malleable after a day and a night with her. She was an, older wiser woman. There might be some validity in her suggestions. “All right, Slut. You know where the polish is."

"Yes, my lord.” Jendri gathered what she needed and brought the footstool to prop up K'Endarra's legs. As she began, K'Endarra realized she wanted to see Jendri's breasts moving with her exertions. She dismissed the guards near the door and said to Jendri, “Take off that tunic."

Jendri was pleasantly surprised. Just the day before K'Endarra would have had her completely naked in full view of the guards and everyone else.

"Yes, my lord,” she quickly complied. She went back to work on the boots, breasts bouncing, under the Queen's watchful eye. She even used an old cloth to carefully rub the soles, heels and edges of the knee-high, black boots. None of the Queen's other servants ever paid that much attention to detail.

K'Endarra drank, very much entertained by this new willingness to please in her sex slave, and began to wonder if Julia had taught her anything new about pleasuring her Queen in bed. As Jendri finished her work and prepared to put away the shoeshine gear, K'Endarra growled, “Eat me."

"Yes, Ma'am. Right away."

K'Endarra folded her brief silver garment up out of the way.

"Should I finish undressing, my lord?” Jendri asked and at K'Endarra's nod, she did so. Then she moved the footstool, knelt gracefully between the freshly shined boots and took her lord's womanhood in her mouth. This time, she moaned with pleasure as she gave head to K'Endarra, eating her as if she had been starving to death for it. She caressed K'Endarra's naked thighs and ass and was surprised to feel K'Endarra squirming to get more contact with her, and making little pleasurable noises she had never made before. Normally she just panted and grunted until she came, shouting Asperian curses, but this time it was, “Yes ... yes ... yes. Do me...” The Queen sighed. She sounded almost happy for a change. She leaned back and let Jendri pleasure her to three orgasms, and instead of pushing her roughly away, she simply said, “Enough."

Even so, Jendri remained kneeling and licked all of the Queen's come-juice off her thighs, sighing contentedly as she did so. “Thank you, my lord,” she whispered.

K'Endarra opened her mouth to say, “You're welcome,” but caught herself just in time. Speaking so kindly to a slave would not do at all. But there was one other thing. “Queen Julia tells me you come beautifully when you are not afraid. Is that so?"

"I would not presume to know how you judge beauty, my lord,” Jendri mumbled. Eating K'Endarra had not been so bad this time. K'Endarra hadn't brutalized and humiliated her in the process, and she had refrained from jamming herself into her mouth and so Jendri was pleasantly excited. She had been excited before, but the way the Queen had taken her was always brutal and Jendri didn't want to come. Pleasure forced was most unpleasant.

"I would like to see what she meant about letting you come.” With a wicked grin, K'Endarra ordered, “Put that footstool back here.” When Jendri had obeyed, she placed her right foot on the stool and said to Jendri, “Hump my boot, Slut."

Jendri took a deep breath. She knew this was a test, possibly the first of many. She rose and mounted her Queen's boot, sliding down until she could rub her sex against the lower part of K'Endarra's shin, her ankle and instep. She threw her head back, and at the first contact, moaned, “Oh, yes ... mmm ... oh, Majesty.” She slid back and forth over the smooth leather, glad she had taken extra care with her work.

K'Endarra bounced her leg a little, making Jendri almost sob with pleasure, “Oh, yes, my lord,” she begged, writhing. “That's so good ... ah, gods, you are so strong ... please, may I hold onto your boot, my lord?"

K'Endarra grunted affirmatively and Jendri grasped the Queen's leg just behind the knee. She slid up and down the boot, squishing and thickly coating the leather as she rubbed herself against it. Her nipples stood out as her arousal grew, and she became flushed, panting with excitement.

"Oh, gods ... I am cuh—cuh—coming ... oh, please let me come, I beg you ... oh, my lord Queen,” she writhed in a frenzy on the hot slick leather. It was no act, either. Being in the thrall of the Queen, begging for orgasm on her knees, truly had Jendri in a frantic state of need. She had always been afraid it would be so, and now K'Endarra knew it, too.

K'Endarra stared. She knew her slave found her attractive, but had always been loath to show it. Julia had worked wonders with the recalcitrant captive, that was undeniable. She jounced Jendri along, fascinated with her heightened color and helpless begging. “Beg me, slave. Beg for it. Let me hear you scream."

"Please ... please ... mercy!” Jendri cried. “Let me come. PLEASE, my lord!"

"I grant you an orgasm. You may come.” She lifted her leg up into the aching pussy.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” Jendri shrieked in ecstasy. “Oh, gods, GODS! YES!” Her muscles contracted around K'Endarra's booted leg and she jerked and thrashed helplessly, sliding and soaking the boot that gave her release. Finally she lost control and fell off the Queen's leg in a quivering heap on the floor at her feet. “Thank you, my lord. Oh, thank you, thank you,” she panted, trembling with aftershocks. She was horrified at how much she had enjoyed the erotic humiliation.

K'Endarra let her lie there, then she rose and turned Jendri onto her back with one foot. She resumed her seat and rested her boot on Jendri's pubic hair. “Who am I?” she asked lazily, but with a dangerous edge to her voice.

"You ... you are the Queen,” Jendri groaned. “My queen, and my lord."

"Who ... am ... I?” K'Endarra demanded again.

"You are K'Endarra Golgathex, Queen of Asperia, Defender of the Crown of Sharone, Imperatrix Obduria...” Jendri declared as she had heard the chamberlain announce, many times. She recited all of the Queen's titles and honorifics.

K'Endarra nodded, satisfied. “And who are you?"

"I am no one, your slave, Riki the Slut, your property, and nothing more,” Jendri acknowledged humbly, flat on her back beneath her lord's boot.

K'Endarra smiled. “That is correct. Now, you will lick your come off my boot. Every last drop."

Fluidly, Jendri rolled over and got to her knees. It was a very good thing the Queen's boots were cleaner than they had ever been, and that Jendri liked the taste of herself. She bent her head to the Queen's boot where it rested on the low footstool and began to lick. She opened her mouth and hotly, wetly, French-kissed the instep of K'Endarra's boot as if it were her lover, which, in a sense, it was. She whimpered as though it gave her pleasure to perform the task. In some way, it almost did, because she knew she had K'Endarra's attention focused on her in a sort of confused, benign, way.

K'Endarra shuddered in her seat. Although she had been satisfied by Jendri's ministrations just a few minutes before; watching and feeling Jendri come on her boot, and now, feeling the swirling strokes of her tongue through the supple leather, she thought of taking Jendri again. Yet she didn't want her slave to know how much she desired her, so she waited until Jendri lifted her leg to lick the back of her heel, for her come had run all over the entire boot.

"Hurry. When you are done, you will go to my bedchamber and await my pleasure. I have business to complete and then I expect to find you, and my bed, in readiness."

"Yes, Majesty,” Jendri said humbly. “Have I your leave to go?"

"Get out."

Jendri hopped up, bowed again, turned and left.

K'Endarra went to a window and took several deep breaths to calm herself. In truth, she had no pressing business but she wanted to think over what had passed between her and her slave. She was amazed at Jendri's physical, and apparently emotional, surrender to her. Until this day the captive general had never called her “my lord,” never smiled at her, never stroked her lovingly, never licked her juices from her thighs except under duress, never behaved as if K'Endarra's pleasure pleased her, too. No amount of forced sex could ever have pleased her as much. The fact was, she had been annoyed beyond endurance by Jendri's stubborn, mute tolerance of her brutality, and the more punishment Jendri took, the more Queen K'Endarra wanted to hurt her. All she really wanted was for Jendri to yield, and now she had done so. Until now, K'Endarra came simply because Jendri stimulated her enough, not because she desired her slave in any way. But now Jendri wanted her, and she wanted Jendri. She wanted Jendri's lips and tongue up her ass and in her pussy and on her boots. Especially there. She especially loved to see Jendri humble herself voluntarily after resisting her so stubbornly for so long. She had apparently mended her ways. K'Endarra had Jendri where she wanted her, and though she might stop paying for her arrogance in some ways, K'Endarra would take it out in trade of a different nature. She stood for a while, giving more thought to the things Julia had suggested, and then she strode toward her bedroom, to make her slave writhe and scream for mercy again.

* * * *

Jendri had not been waiting idly. She had stripped and changed the bed after throwing all the windows open to air the room. She scattered potpourri on the clean sheets and bathed herself. She found scented candles and set them out. She gathered the dirty clothing K'Endarra had dropped here and there and put it in a bag for the laundry slaves. She picked up the clean clothes and folded or hung them up. She discovered the Queen's closets to be a jumbled mess and began to organize them. Jendri was still, in her own mind, a highly disciplined military officer. She knew how to organize anything for maximum efficiency, anything from a clothes-closet to a regiment of artillery.

The Queen had an exhaustive wardrobe. Uniforms of every description, hunting clothes, lingerie, casual wear. There was heavy- and light-weight clothing, depending upon the season. Why in the world, then, did Her Majesty wear nothing but flimsy tunics and no underwear every day? Surely she had plenty in which to appear as a dignified royal presence. She had enough footwear to supply the entire Household Guard! Although, Jendri smiled a secret smile, she personally preferred the shiny riding boots with which she was now so intimately acquainted. Whatever K'Endarra wanted, she would get until Jendri got what she wanted. That was a promise Jendrickar Verrian made to herself.

Jendri decided to devote an entire closet to military uniforms and accessories, and that was where the Queen found her when she arrived at last in her private chambers. “What are you doing in my closet, Slut?” demanded the Queen. “Did I not command that you be ready for me in bed?"

Jendri came out and greeted the Queen on her knees, as required by protocol. “Indeed, I am ready,” Jendri told her, “But I had enough time to do more, and so I have begun to arrange your wardrobe.” She gestured behind her. “You have many lovely things. I could lay out clothing for you every day, if you wish, and have it properly cleaned and attended to."

K'Endarra then noticed the fresh, clean smell and the absence of piles of clean and dirty clothing. “We will deal with it later. Undress me and get in bed."

"Yes, my Queen.” She pulled off the boots and tunic and disposed of them properly while the Queen was in her bath-chamber. Then she lay down at the foot of the bed and waited.

"Eat me,” K'Endarra demanded, getting into the bed. She spread her legs to allow Jendri to creep up between to do her bidding, which she did with many loving caresses and sighs of contentment. K'Endarra frequently turned over to allow Jendri to tongue her anus before returning to her genitals. Finally she began to climax explosively in Jendri's mouth, clutching her hair and shouting, “Suck me! Lick me! Eat me!” but she didn't swear at or insult her slave as she was used to doing.

As K'Endarra lay panting with satisfaction, Jendri again licked her clean of all the juices that had bubbled out of her, turning her over to get at the royal backside. The Queen did not protest this treatment. In fact, she murmured with contentment, a sound Jendri had never heard before. She smiled. Julia had been right. The plan was already working!

"Now,” K'Endarra said when she had rested, “Come here,” and she patted the bed beside her, “On your back. Arms at your sides."

Jendri lay down as told and looked at the monarch apprehensively.

K'Endarra used her own legs to spread Jendri's far apart, so far that Jendri groaned in pain. “You be quiet,” K'Endarra hissed. “Be quiet, don't move and don't come."

Jendri was terrified. She and K'Endarra both knew Jendri couldn't resist the stimulation of her Queen, and they both also knew that K'Endarra would not release her slave until she had come. Then she would punish her.

K'Endarra began to stroke Jendri's nipples, pinching them, kneading her breasts roughly. Jendri shook with the effort of holding herself still, and she gasped silently at the blaze K'Endarra was creating between her legs. Because of the hold Queen K'Endarra had on her, Jendri couldn't move a muscle to resist orgasm, although she had practiced it at length. She closed her eyes trying to think of something, anything, that would keep her from coming.

But it was not to be. The Queen commanded, “Look at me."

Jendri obeyed, looking into the eyes of her merciless, demanding captor. She had not looked at K'Endarra's face very much before, and now of necessity, she studied it in detail. The deep brown eyes, set wide apart, were enormous, luminous, mesmerizing. Jendri had heard that many a woman, and man, had been lost in those depths. If she loved her, if she cared, she would be lost, too.

K'Endarra slid her hand down along Jendri's quivering thigh, stretched to its limit, and began to lightly caress the tender skin. Had Jendri had permission to make noise, she would have shrieked for K'Endarra to touch her more intimately, to quench the roaring fire in her genitals. But no such permission was to be had.

Jendri knew she was a goner. She could try to resist the orgasm, fail and be punished, or she could enjoy the orgasm and be punished. The decision was easy enough. She looked into the Queen's deep brown eyes and with her own sea blue eyes, she begged for it. K'Endarra's lips were parted and they looked delicious to Jendri. She knew better than to ever hope for a kiss, for in Asperian culture, kisses were the deepest form of intimacy, exchanged only between committed lovers of equal status. Kissing K'Endarra's pussy; her tight, sweet ass, and her boots were the most Jendri could ever dare to expect. And a kiss in return, of any kind, was impossible.

K'Endarra's fingers crept ever closer the target of Jendri's trapped clitoris, which was now quaking with fear and desire. Eyes locked with her slave's, K'Endarra slid her fingers into Jendri's hot, slick slit, avoiding the throbbing nubbin of her clit for the time being. As K'Endarra entered, Jendri clutched the invading fingers with her vaginal muscles. She couldn't help it, her need was so compelling.

"Let go,” K'Endarra hissed, her breath hot. “Or I'll ram you with my fist. You don't like that, if I remember correctly."

Jendri obeyed instantly, her breath coming in short gasps. She'd been rammed enough to know the threat was real. She had always come in pain under K'Endarra's power. It was to be avoided if at all possible.

Slowly, incrementally, K'Endarra sped up her thrusting, always stopping just short of clitoral contact. This was intended to make Jendri's need immense before release, and to make it almost impossible for her not to move or cry out. It occurred to Jendri that K'Endarra wanted her to lose control. “Oh! My lord,” she whispered, groaning.

K'Endarra rammed her fist into Jendri's pussy.

Jendri convulsed against the force. A garbled cry escaped her. “GGGhhhhaaah!"

"I'm warning you,” K'Endarra whispered silkily. “Move or talk again and you'll get another."

Jendri swallowed and looked into her lord's eyes. Mutely, using only her eyes, she pleaded for mercy.

K'Endarra nodded slightly and resumed the steady stroking, but now she allowed her thumb to brush Jendri's clit ever so lightly with each stroke. Jendri immediately began to shudder uncontrollably as she always did when she tried to suppress orgasm. She bit her lip to keep from crying out with fear and need.

K'Endarra's strokes sped up and her thumb lingered longer on each stroke. Jendri panted inaudibly as her orgasm built, very quickly now. She surrendered to K'Endarra and waited, waited for the ecstasy, followed by the pain.

Her climax blossomed and she gasped aloud, her body writhing in the firm control of her lord and Queen. To her immense shock, K'Endarra didn't ram her but firmly stroked Jendri to one very complete orgasm, making no comment on her involuntary vocalizations and movements.

When Jendri had stopped panting and was lying very, very still, waiting for the Queen to pronounce sentence, K'Endarra remarked casually, “You were disobedient, Slut. You moved, you made noise, and you came. Guilty, guilty, guilty."

"Please, my lord Queen, I am very sorry. I tried very hard to obey you,” Jendri's voice broke. “You were just too powerful and beautiful for me to resist."

"You think your puny excuses will save you? They will not!” K'Endarra brought up both legs and pushed Jendri out of the bed onto the floor. “However, I wish to rest now. I am not in the mood to beat you. I will devise a different punishment and administer it later. You will take the laundry downstairs and eat your midday meal. Wake me in two hours. Go!"

"Yes, my lord!” Jendri acknowledged quickly, gratefully. She scrambled to her feet and scooped up the laundry bag.

As she fled, she heard K'Endarra bark one more order. “Get dressed, and stay dressed! You belong to me!"

Jendri turned, and bowed to the Queen in her bed. “Yes, my lord. Thank you, Majesty.” And she raced to do this strange, new person's bidding before she could change her mind.

CHAPTER 5

Jendri stopped to dress in her tunic and trousers, then she delivered the laundry and collected her bowl of thin gruel from the kitchen. As usual, she humbly requested some vegetable scraps from the cook, which she was given in return for her willingness to water the herb garden outside the kitchen doors. She mixed them with the gruel and ate it hungrily. The wonderful food Queen Julia had fed her was now a distant dream.

After eating, Jendri still had plenty of time before she was to return to waken Queen K'Endarra. Normally she might have taken a nap as a way to hide her nakedness, but since she was clothed now she chose to stroll in the garden instead. It was spring and many flowers were blooming. She spied one of the assistant gardeners and asked for flowers to take to the Queen's chambers. The gardener assumed the Queen had required them and showed Jendri which ones she could pick. Likewise a maid assumed the Queen required a vase for the flowers and found one for her humble sex slave, who chopped off the bottoms before placing them in water as her father had taught her long years before.

Thus Jendri approached Queen K'Endarra's bed that afternoon with an offering she hoped would please and perhaps distract her from the punishment she had threatened, no, promised. Perhaps just the lash, and not the paddle. Perhaps if Jendri begged for the lash instead of the paddle. Perhaps she should just keep her mouth shut!

In the bedchamber she stealthily moved some items on K'Endarra's dressing table and placed the vase of flowers where she would see them when she awoke. Then Jendri undressed, climbed into the bed and pulled the sheets back from the Queen's sleeping form. She moved to turn her over to waken her with oral sex. As she spread the Queen's legs, a hand shot out and grasped her wrist, making her gasp in surprise.

"My lord! I ... I didn't know you were awake!"

"I have been thinking about your punishment, Riki. What shall I do with you?"

"I would not presume to say, my lord,” Jendri whispered, quaking with fear in the steely grasp.

"Good answer. Where is the lash?"

Jendri looked around and spotted it on the floor. “I see it there,” she pointed.

"Good! Bring it, on your knees, in your mouth. Crawl to me, Riki."

"Yes, Ma'am!"

She quickly got off the bed, dropped to all fours, took the lash between her teeth and crept back to the side of the bed.

K'Endarra took the lash and looked at her. “Beg to be punished. Make it good."

Impromptu speaking had always been a strong point of General Verrian's, luckily for her. She took a moment to compose herself, and then said, “I know I displeased my lord by my insolent orgasm. While it was not intentional, it was inappropriate. I did not earn the orgasm. It wasn't mine to take. I did not obey my lord. I do not deserve pleasure. I deserve only punishment. Please, my lord Queen, teach me to obey you. Give me the lash, I beg you."

"Very well. I will give you what you deserve. Eat me."

Confused, Jendri lay down between K'Endarra's legs, and began to eat pussy like it was a rich dessert. K'Endarra wrapped her legs around her slave's head and began to writhe pleasurably, slowly.

The lash fell on Jendri's bare ass. She screamed into her lord's brimming pussy and lapped harder. The lash fell again. It wasn't a strong blow, only enough to sting, like the snap of a wet towel. Each time the lash fell, Jendri cried out and lashed the Queen's sex madly in return for the stripe she had received. She undulated in the grip of the Queen's legs, writhing hotly and licking frantically as each blow fell.

The heat in Jendri's ass and thighs was almost bliss compared to the tremendously brutal beatings to which she was accustomed. The strokes were irregular, almost playful, and she found herself lifting her ass to receive them if they didn't fall as often as expected. Comparatively it was almost like being tickled. Moreover, she felt the genuine heat of sexual desire for her demanding lord as she lashed her. Jendri groaned in pain and pleasure combined as she reverently sucked the Queen's throbbing clit to one orgasm after another. The Queen cried out at the still unaccustomed pleasure of receiving Jendri's offering of herself. It was so different from sex that was demanded and forced! When Jendri wanted to give head, she gave the best the Queen had ever had. This, surely, was what Julia had meant to teach K'Endarra. Make her want to love you, Julia had said. You will not believe the level of improvement in her performance.

"My gods, my gods!” K'Endarra shrieked. “Enough, you slut, you impertinent little hussy! Enough!"

Jendri withdrew just enough to be able to cleanse K'Endarra gently with her tongue. The lash dropped from K'Endarra's hand, and then the Queen's fingers twined themselves into Jendri's auburn hair, which was growing long again, as it lay over her hips and thighs.

"Now, Riki,” the Queen instructed her, “Whenever you have an unauthorized orgasm, you will feel the lash as you eat me. You will then ache for my touch, but you will not receive it. You will have to burn with need until it pleases me to permit you release again. Is that clear?"

Jendri almost wept with relief. To be sure, she DID now burn with desire for the Queen's touch, and it would be maddening to remain in the Queen's presence and feel that burning need for however long her services were required, especially if her lord demanded more pleasure. But it wasn't the paddle, and the lash had not been used as harshly as before.

"Yes, my lord Queen. Thank you for being merciful. I will try to do better,” she panted as she licked the Queen's genitals.

"That is not all. There is another punishment for the same offense. We will see how they work, separately or together. The next time you disobey, and I know you will,” she almost purred. “The other punishment will be ready for you. If you think you have screamed, if you think you have begged for mercy, be assured, you haven't begun to experience real agony until you have tasted this."

"Yes, my lord. Please punish me as you see fit. I am not worthy to be your slave.” Jendri didn't completely believe these words, but she said them as if they were an oath.

"True. But you have improved slightly. I will be more ... discriminate in choosing the appropriate punishment for you from this time forward. Sometimes deprivation is a far better teacher than cruelty. Remember that."

"I will never forget it, lord Queen,” Jendri promised.

"Now, get me my dinner, and inform the stable I will go riding shortly thereafter."

"Immediately, Majesty.” Jendri rose from the bed, made several obeisances, and collected her clothing.

"Riki."

"My lord?"

"I like the flowers."

Jendri flushed, bowed reverently, and left.

* * * *

Jendri brought the mid-day meal to her lord in her private dining room, and knelt beside her chair as she ate it.

"Would you like to know a little trick Queen Julia taught me?” K'Endarra asked casually as she ate.

"Of course, Majesty, if it would please you to share it,” Jendri responded respectfully.

"I thought so. She said that hand-feeding is good way to insure bonding between mistress and slave.” She stopped to take a bite of meat. “She said if you were to receive all of your nourishment directly from me, you would become dependent upon me and even more committed to pleasing me. What do you think of that?"

"Majesty, I know it is not my place to think. But I will surely do all I can to please you."

K'Endarra smiled knowingly. “Of course you will. I think we'll give it a try. From this time forward, you will not eat the slaves’ food in the kitchen. You will eat nothing that you do not receive directly from my own hand, or with my permission."

Jendri bowed her head. “As you wish, my lord."

"And you will not ask to be fed, or remind me. You will wait quietly until I feed you or you will do without. Understood?"

"Your Majesty is quite plain in her commands,” Jendri assured her.

"Excellent. I will offer you food and you will take it in your mouth, or your hand if necessary. Here,” and she cut as piece of meat and held it out.

Gingerly Jendri opened her mouth and K'Endarra dropped the meat in. “Thank me."

"Thank you for the meat, my lord,” Jendri responded. It was delicious but quite humiliating to receive food on her knees at her lord's feet. Yet it would now be either that or starvation.

Next K'Endarra handed her a half-eaten bowl of vegetables. “I don't particularly care for these. Lick it out, nice and clean."

"Thank you, your Majesty,” Jendri acknowledged quickly. She ate it with as much dignity as she could without utensils. The vegetables were some sort of spiced tubers, and Jendri, who loved vegetables, found them rich and well-seasoned, just to her taste. She held the bowl on her thighs and waited.

"Hold up your bowl,” K'Endarra commanded, and Jendri did. The Queen pushed in a mixture of some sort of pasta and green sauce.

"Thank you for the food,” Jendri responded. She waited for permission to eat.

"You may eat it, slave."

"Thank you, my lord."

The whole rest of the meal proceeded in that manner. Jendri gave thanks after each delicious portion she received and waited for permission before consuming it. Since the Queen always received far too much food and never finished it, there was more than enough for Jendri, and in a sense, it was better that Jendri eat it than that it be discarded. But the experience was almost as humbling as coming on her knees at the Queen's booted feet. It was another basic need that now couldn't be satisfied without her express permission. If this didn't make the once-proud Jendri dependent upon Queen K'Endarra, nothing would. Again Queen Julia was right.

K'Endarra threw her napkin down. “Dress me to ride, slave."

"Yes, Majesty."

Jendri quickly found cream-colored jodhpurs, a brown silk shirt with billowing sleeves, and the Queen's knee-high brown riding boots. She dressed her in silk underwear and hose first, then added the rest. Finally she knelt to slide the riding crop into the outside of the Queen's right boot.

K'Endarra looked down at her, arms folded. “So, is this how you would dress me always if left to your own devices?"

"It would depend upon the occasion, of course, Majesty. But you have the wardrobe to appear most regal in all that you do. No one in your dominion could possibly rival you. They don't call you ‘K'Endarra the Magnificent’ for no reason, my lord."

"No, they call me that to flatter me into giving them what they want.” She turned to look in the mirror. “I like the look, but I find trousers ... inconvenient for receiving your tongue inside me. I don't like my pants around my ankles while I receive head. A Queen must maintain her dignity."

Jendri bit her tongue to keep from laughing. “With your majesty's permission, I can ... adjust your apparel to make it possible to remain clothed while you take your pleasure."

"Do a pair of pants and show me."

"I will need to alter my lord's underwear as well."

"Then see to it, slave. And be prepared to serve me upon my return. Carry on."

She strode out, leaving Jendri to her tasks. She scurried to clean up after the meal, strip and change the bed. Then she went to Household Stores for sewing supplies and spent the rest of the afternoon carefully altering a pair of good black trousers and some underpants. With a little luck, she would have the Queen looking the part of a gracious monarch and perhaps she would fall into complimentary behavior along with it. Maybe, maybe not.

When K'Endarra reappeared several hours later, it was like the bursting of a thunderstorm. “Riki, you slut! Get me out of these clothes! In that bed! On your face! I want your tongue in me right now!"

Jendri didn't bother to formulate an answer. She simply flew to obey the raging queen, not knowing what had caused such behavior so suddenly. Boots, underwear and everything else went flying as Jendri stripped the Queen naked and dived into her muff to satisfy her. Jendri licked and sucked, clutching at her lord's tight, muscular ass. K'Endarra locked her legs around Jendri and rode her mercilessly until she thrashed in ecstasy, howling with delight. Then, without a word, she flipped Jendri onto her back and rode her face from above until she came again, Asperian honey gushing from her like a gully-washer.

"Suck, me slut. Drown in my juices, slave,” she grunted, rubbing herself on Jendri's face.

Jendri struggled to keep up with K'Endarra's need and K'Endarra's thrusting, driving strength. Her own, previously unfulfilled need came roaring back, swelling her own genitals to bursting. She throbbed enviously as her Queen's copious pleasure washed over her. But she said nothing, allowing herself only the relief of groaning under her lord's assault. It wasn't the paddle, so relatively speaking, there was no need to beg for mercy. According to Queen Julia, Jendri ought to be reveling in her lord's pleasure. So she reveled like a good slave. K'Endarra didn't seem to be angry, only crazed. Jendri wouldn't invite trouble. She kept her tongue inside K'Endarra, held on tightly and didn't stop licking and sucking, until K'Endarra fell over on the bed beside her, spent.

Jendri lay unmoving, glad enough to just be able to recover her wind. K'Endarra reached over and tangled her fingers in Jendri's pubic hair, drawing a helpless moan from her slave. “You want me, don't you?"

"Of course, Majesty. Who in their right mind would not?"

"Excellent point. You are probably the most envied person in my entire dominion, and that is a considerable number of people.” She propped herself up on an elbow and toyed with Jendri's pubic hair, smiling as Jendri writhed and pushed up against her hand. “No,” she said, “I shall not touch you. You are still under punishment for your insolence of this afternoon. But I enjoy seeing you squirm. It pleases me to see your desire."

"Yes, my lord,” Jendri moaned. In truth, the touch alone gave her pleasure. She burned hotly and now it was a pain to be savored.

"By the way, do you remember riding, Riki? Do you remember the stimulation of an hour or so in the saddle?"

Jendri did. In armor, there was little stimulation, but riding casually for sport was a different thing. And she had had soldiers who were quite willing to service her under such circumstances. The memory made her twitch. “Yes, Majesty. I do."

K'Endarra grinned. “I hope you are pleased that I waited until you could serve me. I could have had anyone, a noblewoman, for example."

The idea of K'Endarra with another woman, which only a couple of days ago would have been a vacation for Jendri, now also made her twitch. It was bad enough to have no choice about a lover, bad enough to be a slave, bad enough to find herself drawn to her lord and captor, but worst of all to find herself jealous!

There was the harem to deal with as well. On the nights she didn't loll about the throne room abusing her slaves, K'Endarra went there. Allegedly the most beautiful woman in Asperia gave themselves to their Queen for a year or two. Jendri had never seen them. When K'Endarra went to the harem, Jendri used to breathe a sigh of relief. Now K'Endarra's visits would be lost opportunities to Jendri.

"I am honored that you would choose me over a noblewoman, to be sure, my lord,” Jendri answered honestly, although she personally couldn't imagine why K'Endarra did not take a lover whom she could kiss, whom she could love and with whom she could truly be intimate.

"Well, most noblewomen lack your stamina, if you must know,” and K'Endarra gave her the wicked grin that usually signaled pain beyond description. “They are not soldiers like you or I. And if I were with one of them, she would have a right to expect pleasure in return, which you do not. And then she would expect gifts, visits, protestations of affection and a marriage proposal. You can make no demands. You,” and here she stopped to slide a finger inside Jendri's sopping wet pussy, “don't even have the right to beg. Do you?"

"Certainly not, Majesty,” Jendri sighed, enjoying the contact however brief it was likely to be.

"And you will not beg unless I give you permission, will you?” She slid her finger in and out, and Jendri writhed. She had not been ordered to be still.

"No, Majesty. I will obey you with every fiber of my being."

"You most certainly will.” She pulled her finger out of Jendri and licked it. “Do all Obdurians have such sweet pussies?” she asked lazily.

"In truth, I have not tasted all of them,” Jendri confessed, clenching her ass muscles. Lying against the Queen's firm, smooth and very satisfied body had her wild with desire.

"Insolent slut!” K'Endarra cried with a laugh. “Taste this!” And she slid two fingers into Jendri and pumped gently until she whimpered in need. At Jendri's moan, she slid the fingers out and rubbed the heel of her hand into Jendri's pubic hair instead. “Do not be insolent, slave. I know how you burn, and I will make it worse. Far worse."

"Uh ... uh ... uh,” Jendri grunted, pushing up against the Queen's hand.

"Yes. You are in agony, are you not?"

"Yes, my lord. I do long for your touch,” Jendri gasped.

"Long for it! I would prefer you grovel for it!” Jendri started to rise. “But not now. Plenty of time for that later.” She pushed Jendri back down and began to tease her nipples. Jendri writhed gracefully under K'Endarra's torture. “Spread your legs, Slut,” she whispered.

Jendri snapped them apart with a groan.

"Keep them that way. Now, tell me, have you ever masturbated?"

"Why, of course, my lord. Everyone does, I think.” She arched toward K'Endarra, pushing her breasts up into her hand as far as she could.

"Have you masturbated since becoming my slave?” She pinched the nipples sharply, making Jendri cry out in pain and desire.

Jendri blushed furiously. “Forgive me, Majesty. I have."

"For that you are forgiven. It indicates that you desire me. However, from now on, you will not masturbate, and if I ever catch you, or if anyone ever reports to me that you have done so, I will slice off your finger with my sharpest sword. I will slice one off each and every time I catch you, if you are stupid enough to do it more than once. Any questions?"

"I ... I ... no, your Majesty. Your order is clear. I will not come without your permission.” Julia had said she must do everything in her power to please K'Endarra. Under the circumstances she could consider nothing unreasonable.

"That is exactly what I require. Now, I have a meeting with my Privy Council early this evening. Have you completed a pair of my trousers yet?” She removed her hand from Jendri, leaving her insides tied in knots.

"Yes, my lord."

After bathing Queen K'Endarra, Jendri dressed her in the altered underwear and trousers, the high black boots, and a red silk shirt. She finished it off with a red, gold and black sash around K'Endarra's waist. K'Endarra studied the effect in the mirror, tucked her pants into her boots and opened the top three shirt buttons. “How do I look?” she asked Jendri.

"Good enough to eat, my lord Queen.” It made her look like Queen of the Pirates, but that was better in Jendri's mind than Queen of the Jungle.

"You tread thin ice, Slut. Show me how the trousers work,” K'Endarra demanded.

Jendri demonstrated the extension of the fly on the trousers, and the new fasteners on the underwear that allowed the crotch to drop back out of the way.

"This will do. Convert all of my trousers this way, and my underwear as well. In fact, grab a pair of trousers and your little sewing basket. You will sit at my feet and work during the meeting. That way I can be sure you aren't pleasuring yourself like I know you're aching to do. You can sit there and sew and think about licking my pussy after the meeting."

"As you command, my lord."

"I do so command. Get dressed and follow me, Slut."

CHAPTER 6

In the throne room, Jendri worked on a pair of forest-green hunting trousers while K'Endarra heard the reports of her ministers. Until this day, Jendri had also been present for these meetings, naked and kneeling to face K'Endarra with the other slaves. Since she couldn't sew on her knees, she sat to do her work. Therefore she was able to see the ministers and observe all of the interactions in the room while she worked. It was a most revealing change.

First, the ministers looked at Jendri with greater interest than she had ever sensed when she was naked. This was probably because she was the only clothed sex slave K'Endarra had ever had. Rumor had it she killed most of them or wore them out and sent them to work in the fields or mines, where they died. Jendri's continued presence was a tribute to her stubbornness, her previous status, or something else the other slaves hadn't had. The ministers probably wondered how she had lasted so long, especially under such grueling punishment. Everyone in the room had seen her beaten and humiliated regularly. Today she was sewing! It was extraordinary to say the least.

Second, K'Endarra, fully clothed, sat up straight on her throne, boots planted firmly on her low stool, and fixed her attention on each speaker, instead of lazing about indolently, drinking and ignoring them as she usually did. Certainly, they were a boring lot at least half the time, so it was easy for her attention to wander. Today, K'Endarra's questions were sharp and incisive, and she questioned them on areas she would previously have let go unchallenged. Thus several inaccuracies and poor management decisions came to light, and K'Endarra let them hear her displeasure.

"Madame Minister! How can you say Esuria is in arrears when they are rolling in money from the breeding of fine quarterhorses? What have your tax collectors been doing with the income tax records? Are they skimming for their own gain? Or yours?"

The woman shrank on her seat, trembling.

K'Endarra next turned a baleful eye on the Minister for International Relations. “Queen Julia tells me she has not had a visit from our envoy to Osterland in six months. How could such a lapse in protocol occur?"

He broke out in a sweat but prudently forbore to attempt an answer.

Jendri's hair stood on end to hear someone else feel the lash of the Queen's tongue. Involuntarily she looked at her lord's crotch and began to think of licking her pussy, as she had been commanded. K'Endarra was not simply a cruel, strong woman with an insatiable sex drive. She was, indeed, ruler of all she surveyed, and everyone present began to riffle through their papers and murmur to their aides to make sure they had prepared their work properly.

Third, the other slaves were nowhere to be seen. Never were fewer than three in attendance upon K'Endarra Golgathex. Everyone wondered where they were, but no one had the nerve to ask.

Annoyed, K'Endarra finally interrupted the dronings of the Minister of Education. “Enough! Clearly, most of you were not prepared for this meeting, and half that is my fault for letting you get away with such sloppiness in the past. Next week you will be prepared for questions from me and each other, and you will have justification for your actions. It might behoove you to confer with one another before your arrival in my presence.” She pointed to the whipping stand in the far corner of the room. “That piece of equipment can accommodate any transgressor, not just recalcitrant slaves. Leave me!"

The guards jumped to open the doors and get out of the way of the frightened ministerial stampede out of the royal presence. When the last aide had scurried out, K'Endarra nodded curtly to the guards. “Dismissed.” They left just as quickly as the others. They knew from experience to make themselves scarce.

Jendri kept her head bowed. She was both pleased and nervous. K'Endarra had behaved like the Queen she was supposed to be, and that was very exciting, but she was very angry and could easily take it out on her sex slave. That was very frightening. Jendri continued to sew with shaking fingers.

"Well, slave, what did you think of that?” K'Endarra demanded suddenly.

Goodness! Jendri thought. Why should she care what I think? But she quickly answered, “You were demanding and serious. I was most impressed, Majesty."

"I tried to do what I thought Julia might do, and it came to me to me that she would demand their best. Enough work. Put that aside, take off your clothing, pour me some wine, and eat me."

"With pleasure, my lord,” Jendri said, relieved, and moved quickly to do her Queen's bidding. She brought the goblet on her knees and said, “My lord will have to stand for me to open her trousers."

"Very well, Riki. Open them, put your face in, and pleasure me slowly. I intend to savor this little victory over my council. They'll be up late every night for a week getting ready for the next session."

"Yes, lord Queen.” Jendri opened the two pairs of pants, reverently placed one of K'Endarra's feet upon her stool and lifted the other leg over the arm of her throne. K'Endarra settled herself, buried one hand in her slave's hair to hold her head in place, and relaxed into her mouth with a contented sigh.

Jendri slid her hands between K'Endarra's trousers and her bare ass and pulled herself deeply into her cleft. The musk was overpowering, intoxicating, as always. Until now, Jendri had used all of her considerable strength to resist her attraction to her lord, but now there was no need. Her energy went instead to pleasing the queen, and soon both of them were wet with their love-juices. K'Endarra moaned with pleasure and Jendri moaned with mixed agony and ecstasy at the taste and feel of her lord's satisfaction, combined with the red-hot pounding of her own aching clitoris.

K'Endarra was well aware of Jendri's need and so she ground herself slowly, seductively into Jendri's face, making sure she felt every morsel of her considerable bliss. She came loudly, squirming, writhing, almost choking Jendri with her pleasure. “God, slave, you are killing me with pleasure. I sense your need and it makes my satisfaction all the more intense,” she whispered. “The more you burn, the better I like it."

When K'Endarra had climaxed enough for the moment, Jendri licked her clean, throbbing continuously with need. Would K'Endarra demand that she hump her boot? Was her punishment over yet?

Not exactly. “Riki, you desire me greatly, don't you? Humiliating as it is, you want nothing more than to come on my boots. Is that not correct?"

"Yes, my lord,” Jendri whispered, too ashamed to raise her head.

"Look at me and speak up!” K'Endarra demanded sharply, delivering a light slap to her slave's cheek.

Jendri smarted. Her head jerked up, and she was pinned by the Queen's scowl. “Yes, my lord. I beg you, let me come on your boots!” she said strongly, as though she were commanding troops.

K'Endarra whooped with laughter. “Once a general, always a general, eh, my scrumptious slave?” She patted Jendri's cheek briskly. “No, I think not. You want it far too much and you don't deserve to come. But, a little, just enough to drive you mad.” She rose and closed her trousers, looking down at her kneeling slave. Then she seated herself and put her boot up on the stool. “Get on it,” she snapped.

Jendri stood, sank to her knees again and straddled the boot. She gasped at the sensation of the leather against her fiery genitals. “Oh, please, please,” she groaned.

"Don't move, don't speak,” K'Endarra warned, and she began to slowly bounce her slave on her boot.

Jendri bit the insides of her cheeks as K'Endarra drove her toward orgasm. It was sheer torture, knowing it could stop any minute. She locked eyes with her tormentor and pleaded silently for mercy.

But it was not to be. K'Endarra had become quite good at judging her slave's arousal, and when her color had heightened just enough, and her breath rasped with anguish, she snapped her fingers. “Get off me! Lick your juices off that boot! And be quick! I want my supper!"

The taste of Jendri's own arousal maddened her further as she licked the Queen's boot, writhing with need and shame. She panted and whimpered as she licked every drop of her lubricants off the shiny royal footwear. The more she licked the Queen's boot, the more she needed to come. Her nipples dragged on the footstool as she exerted herself to please her lord, hoping she would be released from her punishment if she worked hard enough.

K'Endarra chuckled. She knew exactly what was going on. Thanks to Julia, Jendri was now suffering far worse than she ever had from a beating. “Enough, slave. Come. Get my dinner and serve me immediately.” And she stood and strode from the room with Jendri scurrying close behind, clutching her clothing and sewing basket and bent double with need for release.

The Queen's private apartments were laid out in a large square on the southwest corner of the palace. There were six rooms. The interior, windowless rooms were the anteroom, and the small throne room for private audiences. Both of these, plus the dining room, had doors leading directly into the halls for the convenience of the servants and to guard the privacy of the Queen. The largest corner room was the Queens’ bedchamber with attached bath. Leading from the bedroom to the south were, first, a chamber where she received massages and did exercises such as fencing or weightlifting, and beyond that, her study. On the other side, the west, was the private dining room. Surrounding the apartments on the outside was an open-air patio, like a balcony, except rather than protruding out over the moat, which would have made it vulnerable to attack, it was directly over the second floor rooms beneath.

Jendri found the serving cart in the wide hall outside the dining room and wheeled it in. She put her sewing and clothing aside, served the Queen and knelt to wait either to be fed, or to serve further. Hand-feeding Jendri like a baby bird held great amusement for the Queen, and she alternately fed herself and Jendri from the various dishes provided by the best chef in the land. Jendri received more vegetables than meat or bread and humbly gave thanks for all, meanwhile hungrily eyeing the Queen's boots and hands and wondering if and when she would ever feel either again.

The Queen wiped her mouth and hands on the napkin and handed it to Jendri so she could do the same. “Clean this up, then come to my exercise room,” the Queen ordered, and she went out.

Jendri obeyed quickly. She had to or the Queen might think she was fingering herself and chop off a digit. Of this Jendri was truly terrified. She would not touch herself, of course, but she didn't want to be suspected and punished unjustly, either. Therefore, it was only a matter of minutes before she joined Queen K'Endarra in the exercise room.

"Look, slave. You remember this?"

Jendri looked and quaked with terror. It was the long, low table over which the Queen liked to bend and paddle her until she was ready to throw up from the pain. “Yes, Majesty,” she said dully.

"Come now. I have had it altered for you. Go and look,” K'Endarra invited playfully.

Apprehensively, Jendri obeyed. Covering the table was a fitted, cushioned pad with a sheet stretched tightly over it. At one end was an adjustable headrest, and at each corner were movable shackles. No paddle was to be seen, but a paddle was a small thing. It could be hidden anywhere. She looked from the table to the Queen and back, wondering what unbearable torture K'Endarra had now devised.

"Lie down on your back and shackle your ankles,” K'Endarra ordered. “Lean back against the headrest.” She watched as Jendri obeyed, then she moved the shackles up so Jendri could bend her knees. “I trust this causes you no distress.” she remarked.

"My lord, I do not know what you intend, but I beg you, have mercy. I have tried so hard to please you,” Jendri pleaded.

"So you have, and so I will give you only a little taste of this ... discipline. Let's not call it torture. So barbaric!” She leaped lightly onto the table, straddled Jendri's chest and opened her special trousers. “Eat me, Riki. Feel the heat in your pussy. Note that you can't close your legs. Let your need build while you tongue me to orgasm."

Jendri reached for her lord's hips, embraced them and began to lick and suck. She felt her juices begin to bubble out onto the table immediately and she moaned.

K'Endarra cradled her slave's head and pumped gently into her mouth. She came in no time and pulled back, wanting to save herself for the next step. She smiled down at Jendri, who was panting and squirming madly beneath her. “I liked that, Riki, didn't you? Don't you love it when I come in your mouth like that? What could please you more than your lord's pleasure?"

"Nothing, my Queen. I do love your orgasms. They are the strongest, most delicious orgasms I have ever tasted, thank you, my lord."

K'Endarra nodded. “Yes, I do have excellent orgasms with you. I think it's because you are so helpless and needy. They are far better than when you were hateful and resistant. Do you not agree?"

Anything was better than the paddle, so Jendri said, “Yes, my lord. I find your pleasure is more satisfying to me now that I ever would have thought possible.” She stroked the boots where they squeezed her breasts and chest so she could barely breathe. She would do anything and everything to please K'Endarra so that she might allow her to come.

"I wonder, do you know what it means when you do that?” K'Endarra asked.

"I beg your pardon?” Jendri was confused.

"Do you know the significance of stroking my boots like that?” K'Endarra had a wry smile on her lips.

"It was only my intent to provide more pleasure for you, my lord."

K'Endarra laughed. “When a subordinate strokes the boots of a superior, it is indicative of desire, affection, and great respect. It is ... very stimulating. I gather you didn't know that."

"No, my lord. Thank you for teaching me. I feel it is quite appropriate then. Am I permitted to continue?"

"You may, slave. And do you enjoy the raging heat you must suffer when I punish you for coming without permission?” K'Endarra enjoyed the stroking. It was spontaneous as well as submissive and made her want to take her slave again. She writhed and squeezed her helpless slave more tightly with her legs.

"The heat is what I deserve for my disobedience. I will learn all I can from it and try to do better.” Jendrickar would say whatever she had to. Yes, she enjoyed pleasuring the Queen. Yes, she enjoyed the Queen's touch in return. But still, she was a soldier and obligated to either find a way out, or find a way to help her people, and if enjoying sex was a way to win the Queen's trust, Jendri would do it.

"Good! Come with me to my throne.” K'Endarra hopped off the table and released the shackles. Jendri got down and followed her lord into the next chamber.

K'Endarra sat on the throne there, which was a duplicate of the one in the much larger, first floor public throne room and said to Jendri. “On your knees. Take me in your mouth."

"Yes, lord Queen,” Jendri said, bowing low and assuming the position. K'Endarra was hot and delicious and Jendri moaned with a peculiar mixture of pain, pleasure and envy as she ate the Queen to climax again.

After K'Endarra had stopped sighing and moaning with pleasure, she stood, closed her trousers and looked thoughtfully at Jendri, who remained kneeling, head bowed. “Hump my boot, Slut,” she whispered seductively, taking her seat.

Jendri sighed, not knowing where it would lead this time. Reverently she mounted the boot and asked, “May I touch you, my lord?'

K'Endarra smirked, enjoying her power. “You may."

Jendri held the Queen's leg and began to rock and slide, moaning. It was sweet, so sweet, to feel the pleasure build. She moaned and sobbed with need, looking helplessly into K'Endarra's eyes. “My lord, my lord,” she gasped. “Mercy ... please ... please..."

K'Endarra stared her down. “Enough. Get off. Lie on your belly facing away from me. Reach back and spread your legs and the cheeks of your ass."

Jendri whimpered and obeyed.

"Back up until you feel my boot,” K'Endarra commanded and watched with great amusement as Jendri wiggled backwards toward her on the cold marble floor, holding the cheeks of her ass apart.

The short, chunky heel of K'Endarra's boot lodged in the crack of Jendri's ass up against her anus. “Close enough,” K'Endarra announced. “How does this feel?” and she began slowly to grind her boot heel against her slave.

Jendri squealed with need. It was highly stimulating, but there was no way she could come from it. She writhed under K'Endarra's boot in a puddle of her own liquids, unable to rub her clitoris against the floor or to touch it in any other way. “Ooooohhhhh!” she moaned. “Please, my lord ... please let me come ... please have mercy."

"Let's see if you've learned your lesson,” K'Endarra said. Suddenly the boot was removed from Jendri's crack, and just as quickly, it slid up under her from behind. K'Endarra was standing now, her boot buried under Jendri's writhing body, her toe hard against Jendri's clit. The other boot she planted firmly on Jendri's ass and bore down.

"Work for it, slave. Show me how much you want to come. Let's see that ass of yours move!"

Placing her hands flat on the floor, Jendri pushed backward and writhed against the top of K'Endarra's boot with all her might. She screamed with need, bucking up and down hard against the slick leather. K'Endarra provided all the resistance necessary for Jendri to push against, and in only a few seconds Jendri was screaming for permission to come.

"Please, my lord Queen! Let me come. I need you so badly! I will obey you. I will do nothing without your permission, only let me come, please, my lord!"

"Very well, slave. I will be merciful. You may have an orgasm. Hump my boot, Slut!"

Jendri humped with all her strength, throwing her full weight back and down into the Queen's boot. Her orgasm burst from her like a geyser and she screamed a long wordless cry of release, flooding the floor and her monarch's boots with her fluids. Finally she lay still except for the heaving of her chest.

K'Endarra pulled her booted foot out from under her slave and sat down again. “Turn over,” she whispered.

With an effort, Jendri heaved herself onto her back, and immediately felt the sole of K'Endarra's boot on her mound. She twitched against the slight pressure.

K'Endarra smiled. “Who am I?” she asked benignly, pressing down slightly.

Jendri licked her lips, “You are K'Endarra Golgathex, Queen of Asperia, Defender of the Crown of Sharone, Imperatrix Obduria, General of the Armies, Admiral of the Navies...” she recited all of the titles and honorifics as she had before, looking up steadily into the eyes of her conqueror. “My queen and my sovereign lord."

"And who are you?” K'Endarra asked when she was done.

"I am nothing, your slave, your property. I am only Riki the slut, nothing more,” Jendri acknowledged, humbled as she had never been. If she lived to escape, she was definitely leaving this out of her autobiography!

"I don't know about this, Slut. Could it be that you please me only to avoid punishment and gain pleasure for yourself?” K'Endarra looked skeptical. It was so dramatic a turnaround in such a short period. How could she not suspect her slave's motives?

"No, my lord, I live for your pleasure alone, I swear it!” Jendri protested. Because to please K'Endarra meant a chance to gain influence, if not independence, so that made it true enough.

"We shall see if you can keep it up. For the moment, you have done well. Now get me some wine and lick your come off my boots."

"Yes, my lord. Thank you, Majesty.” She crossed the room to the decanters, poured a goblet, then knelt again at her lord's feet.

K'Endarra took the goblet with a nod. “Lick, slave."

Jendri bowed her head to her lord's boot, and took it like a lover, as she had before, with long, slow sensuous strokes. Slowly, carefully, she cleaned the leather, intent on following her orders as exactly as humanly possible. As she came to the sole of that wonderful instrument of torture, she smiled and continued her work, moving down to where K'Endarra had pressed it to her wetness. With a shudder of anticipation, she licked the sole of K'Endarra's boot, and she felt the Queen gasp. Because Jendri had to hold K'Endarra's leg straight out to perform this task, she could look right into K'Endarra's eyes at least part of the time she was licking.

K'Endarra groaned deeply and pushed back in her throne, rigid with the realization of how much she had wanted this. Her whole leg trembled violently with each stroke of Jendri's tongue, and, even though she had recently been satisfied and licked clean by her slave, she was wild with desire once again. Jendri felt the intensity of K'Endarra's response and shivered. She knew how it pleased K'Endarra to see her groveling and realized it disposed her more favorably toward her slave. But she hadn't understood K'Endarra's hunger for this particular act, nor could she have anticipated its effect upon her.

Above her, K'Endarra fumbled her fly open as far as she could while still seated, and then she held herself in check until Jendri could finish the bottoms of both her boots, sole and heel. She grunted with the effort, white-knuckling the arms of her throne and throbbing with a need so intense probably only Jendri herself could have understood it. Yet she relished each stroke to the sole of each boot as if it had been delivered directly to her clitoris by Jendri's loving tongue. She never wanted Jendri to stop, but at the same time she was dying to be brought off by that same tongue, those same lips. Jendri, too, was amazed by the sweetness of the contact, of this most intimate kiss of all, shared only by lovers whose understanding of one another's needs was so complete. Finally, reverently, Jendri licked her come from the bottom of K'Endarra's heel, replaced the boot on the stool and waited, head bowed and hands folded.

"Eat me,” K'Endarra gasped, standing to tear open her pants. “Eat me now, Slut! Now!” She flung herself back into the seat, lifted her legs over the arms of the throne and pulled Jendri's face into her steaming cleft, screaming in ecstasy at the touch. She humped her slave's face in a frenzy. “Gonna come! Gonna come so hard! So goddamn hard!” She shrieked as the ecstasy overwhelmed her. She was drowning in it. She died again and again, the image and sensation of Jendri licking the heels of her boots seared across her mind. Finally she slumped on the throne, oblivious to the world.

While she rested, Jendri feasted deeply on the thick royal honey, never tiring of the sweetness of her lord and Queen. Finally K'Endarra roused, and stroked Jendri's hair as Jendri tongued her thighs gently. She could feel Jendri's own arousal, which was inevitable under the circumstances. She smiled and said, “I know you want me, slave, but the right of ecstasy is mine alone this time. We will not dilute the memory of this moment with your puny orgasm."

Jendri nodded, more than sated by K'Endarra's satisfaction, her ecstasy and her power. It was the Queen's pleasure for which she strove, and not her own, in any event. “I understand perfectly, my lord. My orgasms are a rare privilege. Yours belong to you by right."

"Good, slave. You are learning your place.” She wanted dearly to kiss Jendri, but she had to be content to gently stroke her cheek. Jendri sighed at this touch, grateful for her lord's approval. “Clean up your mess from this floor and then come prepare me for bed,” K'Endarra ordered. She stood and watched while Jendri licked up her come quickly, knowing better than to make the Queen wait.

Satisfied, K'Endarra returned to her bedchamber, and Jendri followed to serve her according to their usual custom. Once K'Endarra was settled in bed, Jendri knelt and asked, “Have I your Majesty's leave to go?” She would sleep on her pallet in the slave's quarters, returning after sunrise to serve her lord again.

"You do not. I want you here for my convenience and to keep you from mischief. You may use my bathroom for your own needs, but keep your things out of my sight. Loosen the bedclothes and sleep at my feet. Put out the lights and be quiet. Any questions?"

Jendri was stunned by this incredible turn of events, but not about to argue. “None, my lord. Thank you for your graciousness, lord Queen."

"Silence! Get your things at once! I wish to sleep."

"Yes, Ma'am."

In just a few minutes, Jendri crept under the covers, close against K'Endarra's foot. Gently she licked K'Endarra's bare sole.

"No, slave. Do not, or we will both be up all night long,” the Queen cautioned, and Jendri stopped with a sigh. She was soon sound asleep, more relaxed and content than she had ever been under K'Endarra's control. K'Endarra felt her steady, quiet breathing and marveled as well. Her slave belonged to her now, in every possible way.

CHAPTER 7

Until the arrival of Queen Julia, Jendri had moved through her days of slavery like an automaton, demoralized, devoid of will, unable to draw upon the hate and rage she'd tried to foster. She had no positive feelings for the woman who held her in thrall; certainly no love, little respect, but a healthy fear, and that damnable desire. Mostly, she had been afraid of Queen K'Endarra's cruel hand, and did whatever was necessary to avoid a beating. In her moments of clarity, she had hunted for a means of escape. So far, all she knew was that miles of locked doors and gates peopled by heavily armed guards stood between her and freedom.

Everything had changed since Julia's visit: her behavior, her daily attempts to appease K'Endarra and her long-term goal of obtaining kindness for her people if not her freedom. She was determined to win K'Endarra over, and in the process, she transformed them both.

Over the weeks following Julia's visit, Jendri molded herself to K'Endarra's ideal of what a proper, submissive sex slave should be. She learned K'Endarra's personal agenda for pleasure and discipline, and she worked to learn her lord's preferences as if her life depended upon it.

First, K'Endarra enjoyed coming, and she did a great deal of it. Once Jendri kept track and found her mistress had an average of a dozen orgasms, spread over three or four sessions, a day. When she was first enslaved, Jendri had been sore and exhausted, but she had also been angry. Now she was used to the constant sexual activity. She surely had the strongest lips, tongue and jaw in the queendom by now, and she needed them. And she found that, although at first her only intention was to lessen her pain and increase her influence, she now desired her lord's attention and touch. She accepted this in herself. How could she not feel something she was acting out every day?

Second, much as Her Majesty liked to tease, torture and draw out Jendri's discipline, or on occasion, pleasure, teasing in return was not acceptable. When K'Endarra wanted pleasure, she wanted it all. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, but always with all of Jendri's attention devoted to her absolute, ultimate satisfaction.

Now that Jendri was serving her captor willingly, K'Endarra was far less brutal, although there was always a very delicate cross-hatching of welts on her backside and thighs. By whatever strange coincidence, Jendri was unable to obey K'Endarra's commands not to climax over any period long enough to allow them to fade.

One day, K'Endarra caught her examining her marks in the bathroom mirrors. “Lovely, aren't they, Slut?” she snapped.

Jendri spun and fell to her knees before her lord. “Indeed, my lord. I find them almost ... an art form, they are laid on in such symmetry."

"Stand up and turn around."

Jendri jumped to obey. She felt K'Endarra's hands running over her marks, and she went weak in the knees with pleasure and desire.

"I fear these are fading too rapidly. When were you last whipped?” K'Endarra inquired.

"About ... four days ago, your Majesty, but you forgave me and permitted me an orgasm last night."

"Then it is too soon for you to come again, with or without permission. Pity, but I will take you on the table anyway. I like you in restraints. Go and shackle yourself and wait for me."

"Yes, my lord.” Jendri went and fastened her legs in place, and so she waited on her back for the Queen's pleasure.

K'Endarra strode in and mounted the table, and then Jendri. She looked down into her eyes while undoing her fly and underwear. In this regard, at least, Jendri had been able to please her mistress well. By watching carefully the Queen's schedule of engagements, Jendri had been able to complete alterations on enough pants for K'Endarra to have something appropriate for every occasion, even though Jendri still had well over half of her wardrobe to work through. And K'Endarra had given a pair of altered pants to her tailor to use as a guide so that her wardrobe in the future would accommodate her desire for regular oral pleasure.

Jendri looked up and smiled. K'Endarra had just returned from visiting some schools, and had dressed for the occasion in a tweed suit with a red vest and a white, high-collared shirt. The Queen had never worn skirts because she was frequently on horseback, or climbing, running or doing something else that demanded comfort and ease of movement. However, she accepted Jendri's efforts to improve her daily wardrobe because it seemed as though people treated her with ever more respect when she was clothed from head to foot. Even in clothing typical of country gentry, K'Endarra looked very much the Queen. She lowered herself into Jendri's eager mouth slowly, allowing a taste, pulling back, teasing her slave.

Jendri loved to receive K'Endarra's orgasms. Almost all of them were oral. There was one other position K'Endarra liked, near to Jendri's heart, too, but she wasn't thinking about that at the present. Right now, K'Endarra's juices were slowly filling Jendri's mouth, sweet, hot, spicy. The Royal Asperian clitoris swelled against Jendri's lips and she kissed and licked it with respect and affection. K'Endarra grunted with satisfaction and began to pump slowly, strongly, into her slave's tongue, receiving answering pressure that built her pleasure gradually.

As Jendri had learned to do, she caressed K'Endarra's booted legs as she pleasured her. K'Endarra squeezed harder to indicate her approval.

Shackled with her legs spread apart, Jendri arched upward, humping air. This, too, gratified K'Endarra. It told her that Jendri hungered for her with her whole body, and couldn't help showing how much she needed and adored her lord. K'Endarra secretly doubted a born Asperian could have been more intuitively responsive than Jendri.

These thoughts sped K'Endarra on her way. It was early afternoon and she had not taken pleasure since that morning. She would have Jendri, her lunch and a nap.

"Faster, my Slut. I want to honor you with my come,” K'Endarra instructed. She squeezed Jendri tightly as she might spur a horse, and Jendri took the hint, moaning with anticipation of K'Endarra's orgasm.

"Uh ... uh ... UH!” K'Endarra cried out, spilling into Jendri's mouth. She writhed and pressed down, filling Jendri with all she could take, pumping again through two more climaxes as Jendri squealed with delight that she had pleased her lord. Panting hard, K'Endarra sat back up straight and allowed Jendri the privilege of licking up every drop of her come. Then she swung her leg over her slave, hopped down from the table, and casually shackled Jendri's wrists. Closing her pants she inquired teasingly, “Can I bring you some lunch?” She trailed her fingers through Jendri's pubic hair, which was sopping wet, and then sucked the hot juices. “Mmmm. Quite tasty,” she grinned.

Jendri moaned with the heat in her clit. “My lord ... please ... give me just a stroke or two. Something ... anything to ease the burning.” She arched off the table, writhing with need.

Queen K'Endarra glanced down at her. Her slave begged so beautifully. It gave K'Endarra the most intense pleasure to hear her.

"Very well,” she walked her fingers up Jendri's quivering thighs, savoring her panting helplessness. Slowly she teased her way into the hot slit with one, then two fingers. Holding her slave's eyes with her own, she pumped gently in and out, allowing her thumb to brush the stone-hard clitoris lightly with each stroke.

When Jendri began to thrust, K'Endarra withdrew her fingers. “That's enough for now, I think,” she said lightly, turning to go as Jendri wailed in agony. It felt as if K'Endarra had tenderly placed a red-hot spike, straight from the forge, into her vagina. “See you in fifteen minutes or so.” She closed the doors gently on her slave's piteous sobs.

Jendri lay groaning and arching her back uselessly, knowing there would be no orgasm for her for the rest of the afternoon, at the very least. Since Jendri's transformation, when the Queen went riding or almost anywhere, Jendri was hauled along in a cart under the watchful eyes of soldiers. Thus she was available to K'Endarra and unable to touch herself to ease her aching, not that she would anyway under the threat of losing her fingers. Jendri had grown used to aching intensely for K'Endarra all the time. Even now, shackled to the table with the glowing coal of her clitoris shrieking for release, she relished her slavery and dependence. If K'Endarra wanted Jendri to burn for her day and night, releasing her slave from her agony only once or twice a week, then so be it, she would burn gladly. After all, had K'Endarra not said that Jendri's need intensified her own pleasure? And that was now her only goal: to please K'Endarra. She hoped she could still influence her for the sake of the Obdurians, and she would try, but that was a long-term goal. Pleasing her lord was possible all the time, and by pleasing her in smaller ways, Jendri's chances for influence in greater matters increased.

Gradually the roaring ache subsided to manageable level, a continuous throbbing Jendri could tolerate as she want about her duties. K'Endarra timed it to the minute. As Jendri was gathering her wits, the door opened and the Queen came in to collect her slave.

"Lunch is ready. Come and serve me.” She popped the shackles open and Jendri slid off the table and followed her mistress to the dining room.

Jendri served K'Endarra her lunch and then knelt to receive whatever it pleased the Queen to give her. She squeezed her thigh muscles together and shifted uncomfortably as a result of the swelling of her clitoris. K'Endarra smiled slightly. “You asked me to touch you, you know."

"Yes, my lord, and as always, I am grateful for it."

"Despite the discomfort?"

"Because of it, if it pleases you, lord Queen,” Jendri said truthfully.

"Very good. Clear this away and come undress me. We will nap and then I will ride. In fact, I plan to ride your horse today, Slave."

"She is your horse now, your Majesty, of course. But please let me caution you, it may not even be possible to mount without me nearby."

"Is that so? Then you shall come with me."

"I do not have the proper clothing, Majesty."

K'Endarra sighed, “Then you shall requisition whatever you need from the Quartermaster. Go get it now before you undress me."

"Yes, my lord.” Jendri's heart pounded. She had not seen Massinia in months, since the day they were taken in battle, and had not even been sure that the horse was alive. Evidently K'Endarra planned to subdue the fine beast, as she had Jendri, no matter how long it took. Jendri detoured through the kitchen for vegetable and fruit scraps to take along to the stables later, and soon she returned to the Queen's chambers with coarse army riding clothes and boots.

Jendri quickly undressed the Queen, brushed her hair and turned back the bedclothes.

Her Majesty commanded, “Massage my feet until I sleep, slave. Then lie down on the floor beside the bed. I do not want your twitching and groaning to keep me awake."

"As you command, my lord.” She knelt on the foot of the bed and gently, soothingly rubbed the feet, and they were beautiful feet, in Jendri's opinion, of the Queen until her deep breathing indicated that she slept. Then Jendri slipped down to the floor and beheld her lord's face until she fell asleep as well.

CHAPTER 8

"Up, slave!” K'Endarra's bare foot prodded Jendri awake. “Time for me to ride your fine war-horse."

"Yes, my lord. Immediately."

They were met at the Royal Stables by the Chief Groom and her aides and several nobles who were curious. One of the assistants brought Massinia out, struggling to control the magnificent black mare, who reared and resisted her every move.

"Calm her,” K'Endarra said quietly.

"At once,” Jendri responded. She took the bridle and pulled the horse's face against her own, whispering words of endearment and reassurance. As soon as Massinia smelled her, she stopped and nickered, rubbing her nose against Jendri. Jendri's face was wet with tears as she greeted her old friend and fed her some of the apple and pear cores she had brought. After stroking and talking to the horse for a few minutes, Jendri turned to the Queen. “You may mount her now, my lord."

K'Endarra was touched by the emotion between woman and horse and almost said, “You ride her,” but that she could not do in front of others. “Hold her,” the Queen instructed her slave, and she swung into the saddle.

Immediately Massinia reared again, and it took all of the Queen's considerable strength to fight her down. Jendri reached up and grasped the bridle again. “With my lord's permission, I'll walk you around the paddock to help her get used to you."

"Proceed.” The horse was very fine, indeed. It would be quite a triumph if K'Endarra were to be able to ride her in front of witnesses.

Jendri wanted to please her lord but she didn't know if Massinia would cooperate. She walked along holding a conversation with the horse, enjoying her company and trying to comfort her with her presence. After a couple of rounds, Jendri looked up at the Queen. “I think she will accept you, but it would be best if I could remain where she can see me."

"Bring her a horse,” the Queen commanded, and a groom hurried back inside the stable.

An older brown horse of no particular distinction was brought for Jendri, but still she took the time to stroke the horse, feed her an apple core or two, talk to her and let her get used to her smell. Then she mounted, as did the waiting nobles, and they left the stable grounds at a walking pace.

Jendri was far to the rear of the nobles as protocol demanded, when she saw Massinia begin to balk again. Taking the initiative, she cantered forward and grabbed Massinia's bridle. “My lord was absolutely right,” Jendri said as if K'Endarra had instructed her to do so. “I should certainly stay closer from now on."

K'Endarra could hardly take her to task for this in public without looking like a fool, so she held her peace and let Jendri ride before them all. It was a totally unprecedented state of affairs, but it was the price she had to pay for not being spilled on her royal ass. Not only that, Jendri was a fine horsewoman, and to watch her sweet butt posting up and down in the saddle was quite a treat.

Gradually Jendri let go the bridle, and then she began to drop back a little at a time, further and further, until she was fully behind the Queen and the Count with whom she was speaking. Further back she would not go, but at least the Queen was riding and controlling Massinia unassisted now. Jendri hoped she would be pleased. As she rode behind her lord, the wind was such that she was able to overhear their conversation on affairs of state, foreign and domestic. She always listened to as much of the business of the realm as she could, in order to be able to speak knowledgeably of it if she ever received such an opportunity.

It seemed the schools had been closed and the entire nation was under rationing and martial law. The museums were being systematically cleaned out and all the treasure brought to Asperia. Government leaders, especially those who had urged prosecution of the war, were being hunted down and prepared for a military tribunal. Normally that group would have included Jendri herself except, she supposed, she had been disposed of to the Queen's satisfaction and was unlikely to be tried. Besides, her objections to the war were a matter of record. She decided not to press these issues with K'Endarra just yet. It wasn't time.

Jendri was pleasantly surprised when, upon their return, K'Endarra pulled sugar cubes out of her pockets for Massinia and all the other horses. She would not have expected it of her lord and her heart gave a little bound of joy to see this act of kindness. As K'Endarra was deep in conversation with her nobles, Jendri slipped back into the stable to spend as much time with Massinia as she could. She found the stall and stood with her face in the great horse's mane, arms around her neck.

"Slave."

Jendri whirled and fell to her knees.

"Do you make me come searching for you, Slut?"

"I ... I beg pardon, my lord.” Jendri was afraid.

K'Endarra reached down and pulled Jendri to her feet by the front of her shirt. “You anger me, slave. You will pay.” She turned Jendri around and pushed her into an empty stall, kicking the door shut behind her.

"On your knees! Face the wall! Pants down!” the Queen snapped.

Jendri dropped and obeyed, fumbling in her haste. She hugged the rough wood, her cheek against it.

The riding crop whistled through the air. It stung! Oh, gods, how it stung! Jendri grunted against the wood.

"Count them. And thank me,” K'Endarra hissed.

"One. Thank you, my lord."

Smack!

"Two. Thank you, my lord."

Crack!

"Three. Thank you, my lord.” Tears began to fill Jendri's eyes. The strokes were swift and strong, but not hard enough to break the skin. The Queen never did that anymore, nor did she bruise her slave. It wasn't necessary. Jendri had become meek, obedient, compliant. She needed, longed for, her lord's touch, approval, attention, total domination. K'Endarra could now command her with a quiet word, a raised eyebrow, and this soft control elicited deeper, more complete devotion than any beating ever had.

The heat was intense, and Jendri's clit throbbed in response to the fire in her backside. She wept as K'Endarra laid on twenty-four strokes before she slid her riding crop back into her boot. Jendri heard the jingle of her belt buckle.

"Come here,” the Queen said. “Crawl."

Jendri sniffled and turned. Her Majesty was seated on a rough bench against the far wall. Her pants were open and her legs spread. Even in the dim light of the stable, the wetness of the folds of her sex glistened. Jendri licked her lips and began to approach.

"On your belly."

Jendri dropped to the straw and crept to her lord's feet. “Please, my lord, I beg your forgiveness."

"Eat me, slut. You can show me your remorse afterwards.” After watching Jendri ride, and beating that lovely tight ass, the Queen was beside herself with need.

"Yes, my lord. Thank you, my lord.” Burning, burning as she always did, Jendri ate her lord and mistress to heights of pleasure. The Queen grunted in satisfaction as she pushed into her slave's mouth, steadying herself on the bench. Soon she came smoothly and continuously. Jendri whimpered in delight at the flood of juices and struggled to consume them all, squirming and throbbing with the pulses of her lord's ecstatic release. “Mmmm, oh, yes, lord Queen. Ah, you are so good. Oh, gods, yes."

K'Endarra laughed. “Yes, it IS good. Your repentance pleases me, but I want more. Adore me, Slave. Worship me."

Jendri dropped to her belly again and French-kissed the Queen's boots, writhing with deep heat. She gripped her lord's bootheels and licked each boot from the top of the instep down to the heel and toe of each one until they were wet and clean. Then she lay prostrate, her face against the Queen's boot, until her Majesty should bid her rise.

"Your penance is acceptable. Come and bathe me now.” The Queen stood and closed her pants and walked out, leaving Jendri to pull her own pants up and hustle along as fast as she could.

CHAPTER 9

A while later, K'Endarra, clean from her bath and clad only in a soft robe, sat on her patio drinking wine and watching the sunset. Jendri sat at her feet, working on a pair of dress uniform pants with a stiff stripe of gold braid down each leg. K'Endarra had a naval review coming up in a week or so and Jendri wanted her to be ready for it.

K'Endarra reached down and caressed the nape of her slave's neck with absentminded affection. “I have a little confession to make, slave."

"To me, Majesty?” Jendri was taken by surprise.

"No, to that priest who just flew up and landed on the parapet!” the Queen cuffed her playfully and continued her caress. Jendri pressed against her leg like a kitten, shuddering with pleasure. “Yes, to you. I was not displeased that you visited your horse after our ride today. I know that if I had called you, you would have come to me instantly."

"That is true, my lord,” Jendri said. “But why, then, did you beat me for it?"

"I did not beat you for that, my slut. I beat you because your marks were fading, and because you need discipline, and because I love to see your hot ass writhe."

"Thank you, my lord,” Jendri said humbly. “I do need regular discipline in order to be the best slave I can be for you."

"You do. As a former general you do not understand nearly enough about humility and servitude. But I shall educate you."

"Yes, my lord."

"Now, I must work in my study tonight. I have a court session next week at which petitioners will come before me seeking justice. I must familiarize myself with their cases. Come, bring your work. I do not want you out of my sight."

K'Endarra sat in her great carved desk chair going over the briefs her minister of justice had selected for her. Jendri sat curled at her feet and continued her sewing. Although it would appear that the Queen was hearing each case for the first time, she would be quite familiar with the facts of each one before the advocates for each side made their statements.

The Queen found some of the cases quite funny, or trivial, or pathetic, and read some of the facts aloud to Jendri.

"Listen, Slave, this serf has let his horse loose, and it ate the barley from the fields of the local knight. The accuser wants the horse destroyed."

"What does your law provide in this case, my lord?” Jendri asked, stroking K'Endarra's leg. She had no desire to intrude without knowing the local customs.

"Whatever I want,” K'Endarra. “The knight has rights, but the serf needs the horse to plow the land, including the knight's land. It would be a waste to destroy a perfectly serviceable animal."

"Could the serf's family not work off the debt to the knight?” Jendri wondered. “It is only barley, after all. Barley can grow again. A serf cannot easily replace a horse. Then the knight would have to demand more labor of other serfs who did not commit a wrong."

The Queen's eyes narrowed thoughtfully at Jendri's words and she made notes in the margins of the papers. “Then what of this?” she demanded of her slave. “A merchant has an apprentice. The apprentice wants to use the shop to study in the evening because she is not allowed to use the family's fire or lamps. The merchant does not wish to open the shop, but the apprentice claims she will never finish her training if she can't study at night."

"Why can't the merchant share the family fire? Is that not the custom?” Jendri wondered. “Are not apprentices taken in and treated as family?"

"You're right, Something else is going on there,” K'Endarra agreed.

"The merchant may be taking advantage of the young woman,” Jendri cautioned.

K'Endarra nodded and made notes. Somehow the work went faster when she discussed it with Jendri, and soon she was able to put the papers aside for her secretary to arrange for court.

"Tell the Chamberlain to send the string quartet to serenade me on the patio, slave. Then attend me in my bedchamber."

"Yes, Majesty.” Jendri set aside her work, rose and bowed gracefully, and quickly left the room. She shivered with delightful anticipation. The Queen had done this occasionally before and it was very special. Evidently Her Majesty was quite pleased with herself and her slave this night.

When Jendri returned to her lord, the Queen instructed, “You know my wishes, slave. Prepare the room for my pleasure."

"Yes, my lord. At once.” Jendri could hear the string quartet setting up their chairs and instruments on the patio just beyond the dining room. They would not venture any closer to the Queen's inner chambers than that. Jendri opened all of the double doors onto the patio and secured the curtains back to allow the moonlight in. She lit scented candles, placed them around the room and extinguished all the other lighting. She drew the bedclothes back and sprinkled rose petals on the sheets, then went to the bath chamber to prepare the Queen herself to receive pleasure, massaging her with fragrant and expensive oils that were believed to have aphrodisiac qualities.

When she was ready, the Queen, naked, lay down upon her bed. The ensemble was already playing soft, soothing music that wafted in through the open doors on the gentle breeze. “Come to me, Slave,” K'Endarra invited, holding out her hand. “I will reward you for your obedience today."

Jendri lay down on the bed and her Queen drew her head against her breast. “Suck me gently, my Slut. You know what I like,” she commanded softly, and lay back.

Jendri took the firm, generous breast in her mouth, caressing the nipple with her tongue. This was the closest thing to an embrace she had ever enjoyed with her lord, and she did her work with concentration so that the Queen would allow it to continue for a long time.

She and K'Endarra lay on their sides, facing one another. This would permit Jendri to reach between her lord's legs when the time came, and pleasure her with her fingers without either of them having to change positions and interrupt the Queen's pleasure.

Queen K'Endarra cradled Jendri's head against her breast. She luxuriated in the gentle sucking that slowly, steadily, aroused her. It was not her usual pleasure, not rough, harsh, demanding, or humiliating to her slave. On the contrary, this soft, almost passive act of pleasure stirred K'Endarra quite differently. As a reigning monarch who had no consort, she was limited in the types of affection she could bestow upon or accept from any of her subjects, slave or free. She could neither kiss nor be kissed without cementing a permanent bond, and such a bond was a restriction K'Endarra was loathe to accept. It thrilled her as the sight of a yoke does a draft animal. Nor was the Queen willing for anyone to see that she needed pure voluntary affection as other mortals do. This might make her seem weak or dependent, and might negatively affect her ability to rule.

Therefore she only indulged in this act when she could make it appear to be a reward to her slave for services that exceeded her demands. Today Jendri had pleased her twice, in making it possible to ride the reluctant war-horse, Massinia, and it making her preparation for the upcoming tribunal less of a drudgery that it usually was.

"Suck, my slave. Suck me,” K'Endarra whispered throatily, and Jendri was all too happy to comply. Her ardor was translated into skill as, with her lips at one of the royal nipples, her hand gently caressing the other, she slowly but irresistibly began to draw her Queen toward orgasm.

K'Endarra pressed against her, undulating ever so gently in her slave's firm but gentle hold. She trusted Jendri now, so there was no need for her to hold back. She floated on a cloud of pleasure, caressed by the night breeze and the soft music of the strings outside her window. She sighed. “Oh ... oh, yes, my slave, my slut. Continue ... do not stop."

Jendri trembled as she stroked and sucked the magnificently toned, athletic body of the Queen. Of course she had had lovers before, but never one as beautiful as K'Endarra. Merely to behold the Queen naked was enough to excite any mortal to distraction, but to touch and pleasure such a woman was a unique experience to be savored as long as possible. Jendri had wasted far too much time resisting the irresistible. She would not waste any more. Her focus was shifting from escape to influence on a daily basis, and while she knew it, she made no more effort to resist the change.

As K'Endarra's arousal grew, she lifted her left leg onto her slave's right hip. This opened her to Jendri's touch and signaled to the slave that she should caress the Queen's womanhood now, but ever so gently, even as she sucked. Their juices ran onto the bed and mingled. Jendri reverently slid one finger into the Queen's pulsing vagina, then two, finally three. She kept her strokes slow, firm and even, placing gentle pressure on the huge clitoris with her thumb as she did so. The Queen began to thrust gently in response, and Jendri heard her breathing, sighing, groaning more deeply. She shuddered with desire and responded to the Queen's writhing with slightly greater speed and pressure. In just a few moments, she felt the muscles in K'Endarra's taut backside begin to clench tightly, and she knew the Queen was on the verge of orgasm.

"Uhhhhhh ... uuuhhhhhhhh,” K'Endarra panted as she approached climax, and then she burst with ecstasy. She came so easily, so beautifully, it was a joy to her slave just to experience it secondhand. K'Endarra's whole body bucked and rolled in magnificent pleasure, moving almost seamlessly, effortlessly from one orgasm to the next. Jendri pressed against her, still sucking a nipple that was as hard as a musketball. Jendri trembled violently with need and arousal and held her lord as tightly as she could so that she would not lose her grip on the royal genitalia.

"Oh gods ... oh gods ... oh GODS!” K'Endarra cried, transported. “Oh, yes, my slave ... the pleasure ... so good ... Ah! Ah! AHHHHHH!"

Gradually K'Endarra's orgasms tapered off and finally ceased. She held Jendri's head against her breast and sighed wordlessly, stroking her hair. Jendri clung to her lord, not wanting it to be over. Once again she could her the music from the patio, and wondered how the musicians were able to maintain their composure, listening to the Queen come like that. Somehow they always managed.

"Roll over, Slave,” Queen K'Endarra whispered, giving Jendri a push. When Jendri had rolled to her other side, she felt the Queen spoon herself in behind her, and then her hand found its way between Jendri's legs to her clitoris. Jendri sighed with joy. Even if it only lasted a minute, what dreams she would have!

Neither woman spoke a word. The Queen encircled Jendri's waist with her arm, holding her tightly as she probed her slave's genitals. Jendri held still and prayed for it to go on, just a little longer, a tiny bit longer; the caresses were so stunningly accurate, they took her breath away. Her pleasure welled within her quickly. She didn't beg, she didn't ask permission, she just lay still.

K'Endarra slowly, carefully, brought Jendri to the edge of orgasm, the very brink, where the touch of a feather would have sent her spiraling downward in a whirlpool of sensation. Then she stopped and held Jendri's clitoris cupped in her hand where it fluttered helplessly like a trapped butterfly. She waited until Jendri's arousal had subsided slightly, and then she caressed her to the edge again, holding her orgasm prisoner within her. Jendri realized that K'Endarra was teaching her just how dependent she was, how even her private parts and innermost feelings belonged not to her but to her lord and Queen. Still holding her, the Queen began to thrust against Jendri from behind, but she used her hand as a shield from the motion so that there was no friction to Jendri's aching clitoris.

Jendri sighed in bliss, covering her lord's hand with her own. It was wonderful, being in K'Endarra's total control. She happily surrendered to her lord both physically and emotionally, as she did almost every day now. Whatever pleased K'Endarra would please Jendri very well.

"To whom does your pleasure belong?” K'Endarra whispered in Jendri's ear.

"To you, my lord Queen, only to you,” Jendri gasped.

"And if I do not want your pleasure?” K'Endarra prodded, rocking Jendri to keep her arousal at its peak.

"I cannot have release, unless you command it,” Jendri responded.

Then K'Endarra bucked hard one more time and squeezed Jendri's clitoris. “Give me your pleasure. I command you to come, Slave,” she whispered.

Jendri climaxed with every cell in her body. She shook and flailed and screeched her ecstasy. She soared to the stratosphere on the strength of her orgasm, and when it seemed she couldn't come anymore, K'Endarra released her again.

"Oh, my Queen! My Queen! My lord! My dear lord. Oh, by the gods, how I love you!” Jendri cried out, and she burst into tears, huge gulping sobs wrenching her.

K'Endarra tensed. This was unheard of. No person was allowed to declare love for the Queen unless she declared it first.

She pushed Jendri away. “No, Slave. You must not. The penalty is exile."

Jendri could hardly catch her breath, yet she knew something was terribly wrong. “But, but my lord,” she sobbed. “I do love you!"

K'Endarra looked at her carefully. Jendri was not Asperian. She could not have known the laws or customs. K'Endarra could not bear to punish her. She could kill her slave, of course. But that was the last thing she wanted to do. K'Endarra had never been loved by anyone but her parents and very closest relatives, nor was that romantic love. And suddenly she knew she wanted to be loved sincerely, for herself, and not because of greed or fear.

Jendri was obviously terrified, but she would not take the words back. They were true, and if K'Endarra would kill her, then so be it. Jendri had nothing left but K'Endarra anyway. She crept to the foot of the bed and kissed K'Endarra's feet, wetting them with her tears.

K'Endarra watched for a moment, then sighed and opened her arms. “Come here, Slave."

Jendri crawled back into them, her face to her mistress’ breasts. K'Endarra said nothing at all but hugged Jendri fiercely until her weeping had ceased. Then she whispered into Jendri's hair. “Well, I suppose it's about time, Slut. Of course you love me. How could you not? I own your pleasure, I own your love, I own you."

"Yes, my lord,” Jendri agreed with her, kissing the monarch's neck and cheeks.

"We will not speak of this again, nor will you mention it to any other person. If any of the musicians has heard this, and speaks of it, I will exile them instead.” K'Endarra decreed. She allowed Jendri to lay still for a while until she could breathe normally again, then she gave an order, “Lick my come, slave, until I sleep."

Then she rolled onto her back and released her slave to lie between her legs and cleanse her until they both slid away to dream the sweetest of dreams.

CHAPTER 10

Jendri never regretted making her love known to her lord and Queen. Although Her Majesty didn't respond in kind, she softened somewhat in her attitude toward her slave. Her feelings, however restrained, were translated into an affectionate pat, an absentminded caress, a playful ruffling of Jendri's hair. When Jendri pressed against her lord's leg in response to her touch, or in spontaneous affection, K'Endarra did not rebuke or reject her. Inch by inch, the two women, who had been bound together by mutual hatred, moved instead toward mutual regard and appreciation.

One morning after official audiences were over, the Queen dismissed the slaves, guards, servants and courtiers so that she was alone with Jendri. Jendri kept her eyes lowered to her work. Something was up, but asking was not advisable. Normally Jendri did not address her lord until she was spoken to, unless some urgent need required it.

"Slave."

"Yes, my lord?"

"This is your natal day, is it not?” K'Endarra inquired silkily.

Jendri had to stop and think. She couldn't help but wonder if Her Majesty intended to give her a stroke of the lash for every year of her life! But she knew better than to lie. “Yes, Majesty, it is my natal day."

"As I thought. Come. I have a surprise for you."

Jendri followed Queen K'Endarra to the courtyard.

The Queen pointed. “Do you see anyone you recognize?"

Across the courtyard, near the sallyport, stood a brawny peasant woman dressed for travel, holding a burlap provision sack and a staff. Then Jendri looked again. It was Audran, the orderly with whom she had been captured! No one had ever told Jendri what had become of this loyal woman, and Jendri had feared that to ask might draw unwelcome attention to Audran if she still lived.

"That ... that is Audran, my lord,” Jendri answered shakily.

"Audran is going home. Would you like to wish her godspeed?"

"Yes! Oh, thank you, my lord!"

"Go!” She swatted her slave's backside and sent her off.

Jendri ran to Audran, who was waiting for final permission to depart. When she saw Jendri, she stiffened to attention. “My lord General,” she greeted her former commander.

Jendri smiled. “No, Audran, you must not call me that here. You don't want to make them angry so that they prevent your departure,” she warned, hugging the young woman.

"Are you well?” Audran asked anxiously. She had heard only the very worst rumors.

"I am ... well-treated and in good health. Please, will you greet my family for me and give them my love?"

"Yes, General. And then we will mount a resistance, and come and free you,” Audran whispered resolutely.

"No! I ... have finally gained some influence with the Queen, which I will try to use for the sake of our people. In fact, she is sending you home as a natal day present to me. But I must stay or that will be lost."

"But ... the pain, the humiliation,” Audran protested.

"Do not be concerned. It was much worse at first, but it is quite bearable now. Do what you must back home, but let me work from this end. That's an order."

"Yes, General,” Audran nodded.

A soldier approached them and Jendri knew it was time for Audran to be escorted out. “Godspeed, Audran. Fly home to your family and be well."

The women embraced tearfully, and then Audran turned away sadly. Jendri watched her go out through all of the gates. The she returned to Queen K'Endarra, who still stood on the steps to the main entrance, and knelt on the bare stones at her feet. “My lord, I can't begin to thank you,” she began with lowered eyes.

The Queen interrupted. “Oh, yes, you can. Let us go upstairs,” K'Endarra said with a wicked grin and a playful tug on her slave's shirt-collar. She turned to go in and Jendri jumped up and followed her to her private apartments.

K'Endarra strode through the anteroom and throne room into the exercise room. She went swiftly to the table where she used to torture Jendri, but where she now took pleasure with her slave, and disciplined her firmly but fairly. Jendri no longer feared the table, but looked forward to using it in any way that pleased the woman she loved, her lord and Queen.

Pulling open the drawer of the table, the Queen removed a rolled parchment, which she handed to Jendri with a flourish. “Another surprise for your natal day."

Jendri knelt and took the paper from the Queen's hand. Unrolling it, she discovered:

TABLE OF DISCIPLINE

1ST OFFENSE—2 days denial of orgasm

2 days restraint and observation of the Queen's pleasure

2 punitive stimulations

12 strokes of the lash

2ND OFFENSE—3 days denial of orgasm

3 days restraint and observation of the Queen's pleasure

3 punitive stimulations

18 strokes of the lash

It went on for six levels of offense, ending with seven days delay, seven days punishment and 42 strokes of the lash. There was a footnote which said that if Jendri ever managed to obey the Queen flawlessly for three days, her current level would be reduced by one. Jendri shuddered and her heart hammered in her chest. “My ... my lord ... what happens upon the seventh offense?” Death? Dismemberment?"

"We'll start all over again, once you have completed the final punishment cycle. Oh, yes! I almost forgot! Here is the slate itself.” She reached into the drawer again and pulled out a small slate and a piece of chalk. “If you're a very good slave, I won't have to write anything at all. Otherwise, you'll always know exactly where you stand.” She sauntered to the windowsill and placed the slate where it could easily be seen, then turned and unbuckled her belt. “Now, slut, up on the table. Shackle your legs and pleasure me."

Jendri rose and quickly obeyed. “My Queen, may I ask another question?"

"One more, Slave, and then your tongue had better be deep inside my sex.” She swung her leg over Jendri and settled herself.

"Can you ... explain punitive stimulation, my lord?"

"You will hump my boot without coming.” With that she lowered herself over Jendri's face so that speech was impossible for her. “Happy natal day, my slut."

Jendri could barely manage to ride her lord's boot for more than a couple of minutes without coming, it was so incredibly stimulating to her. She was sure she would never be able to do it. Her punishments would swiftly multiply until all of her stimulations were punitive. She could never suppress orgasm for such a long time, especially now that she loved the Queen. And that, she supposed, was precisely why K'Endarra had done this.

Jendri pushed her tongue up deeply into her lord's hot, sweet womanhood, pulsing in and out the way she knew K'Endarra preferred. She clutched K'Endarra's ass and reached to stroke her boots while she ate her to ecstasy. Even if she could never escape punishment again, she would still give her lord the very best pleasure she possibly could, because she loved her so.

K'Endarra writhed and moaned loudly, sending delicious chills of anticipation through her slave. She pushed down, rocking faster and faster, until, bucking wildly, she gushed her pleasure into Jendri's mouth. Jendri's legs jerked spasmodically as she arched futilely in the heat of her own desire, pushing up her nipples high and hard against the Queen's backside. The shackles rattled with the imprisoned slave's exertions, her flailing limited by the unforgiving metal that gripped her ankles.

Finally, after an eternity of orgasm, K'Endarra heaved a great sigh and sat back on her heels, looking down at Jendri's face, flushed and beautiful from the joy of her labors. They smiled knowingly, lovingly at one another and K'Endarra reached for Jendri's hands and held them still against her boots where Jendri had been stroking her worshipfully. Jendri shuddered ecstatically at her touch.

"You come so beautifully, my lord,” Jendri said sincerely. “Thank you."

"I like the way you stroke me, inside and out,” K'Endarra complimented Jendri as she slowly, gently licked the extra honey from around her genitals. “I have never had such a hot tongue as yours in my pussy. Pray you never lose your skill, slave."

Jendri gazed up at her with utter adoration. “You will ever be my inspiration, my lord.” Her legs still trembled with her own intense need and the shackles jingled slightly.

K'Endarra smiled. “Excellent, my slut. Now, since it is your natal day, I will give you a choice. I can touch you now, although you do not have permission to come. Or you may wait until this evening, when I will permit you to hump my boot.” She swung off the table and gently shackled Jendri's hands, as she frequently did after sex. This kept her slave from the temptation of touching herself and allowed the effects of having been with K'Endarra to last longer. She would leave Jendri alone for a while to experience the sensation and contemplate her slavery and deprivation.

The Queen stood at the head of the table, holding Jendri's hands in her own, looking down into her eyes. She lightly caressed the palms of Jendri's hands in tiny circles, making her tremble in the shackles. “Oh, my lord, that feels so good...” Jendri murmured, closing her eyes. She arched off the table, writhing gently, almost contentedly, in her bonds.

"What do you choose, slave?” her Majesty prompted.

"With your permission, I would wait until this evening, to hump your boot and make you an offering of my pleasure, my lord,” Jendri said humbly, looking up into the eyes of the Queen.

"Very well, my hot little slut. I rather suspected you would. I shall leave you to your reflections.” She released her hold on Jendri's hands, tweaked each nipple until Jendri cried out, ground the heel of her hand into Jendri's pubic hair until she forced a groan from her slave's lips, and left the room, closing the doors behind her.

Jendri sighed and concentrated on her heat and her need, as the Queen had told her to do. It was a delightful, extravagant sensation. Her liquids ran out of her onto the table and she sighed again, feeling them puddle under her. K'Endarra was a magnificent Queen, and lord, and mistress. Jendri truly loved her now. And tonight was just a few hours away.

* * * *

The day dragged more slowly than usual, probably because Jendri knew she would finally receive pleasure at the end. Queen K'Endarra was a woman of her word. Jendri waited upon Her Majesty at lunch, napped at the foot of her bed when the Queen napped, rose with her and dressed her for an afternoon tea with some old-age pensioners from among her retired retainers. Jendri sat in a corner and worked on yet another pair of pants, stifling bored yawns. She wished they were out riding. The Queen always let her ride now because it stimulated both of them, and when that happened, Jendri was there to meet the Queen's needs immediately. They could dismount, go into the bushes, and K'Endarra could take her slave with great dispatch and efficiency, returning to the saddle in less than fifteen minutes. Or K'Endarra could, and did, have her in an empty stall as she had the first time she had taken Jendri riding. Whatever the Queen wanted, she received. Of course it drove Jendri nearly to madness, but it was the Queen's command and Jendri obeyed without question. She lived to serve and obey. There was nothing else at the moment. Perhaps in the future there would be more, something she could do for her vanquished native land, but not now.

The tea was finally drawing to a close. As the Queen bid the old people farewell for another year, Jendri slipped out and waited for her lord in the passage. When K'Endarra finally escaped her duties, Jendri was there to serve her.

"Well, slave, another tedious engagement ended. What about some restraint and observation? You need discipline."

Jendri's clit jumped. “As you wish, my lord, of course."

The Queen snapped her fingers and a servant approached and knelt. K'Endarra instructed. “Send my other sex slaves and musicians to the private throne room immediately."

In a very few minutes, Jendri was kneeling before K'Endarra, helping her change into the boots she wore only for this activity. The had a narrow heel of perhaps two inches, which allowed her to lodge them deeply in the backsides of the slaves who served as her footstools. The rest of the time she wore a variety of riding boots, the heels of which were negligible, but comfortable and efficient.

Once the Queen was prepared, Jendri bowed her head to the floor and licked the boots for as long as K'Endarra let her, which was just until Jendri began to moan as she anticipated what was to come.

K'Endarra would have been content to satisfy herself with her favorite alone, but she felt it was necessary even for Jendri, who loved her, to be reminded of her place at regular intervals. “That will do, slave,” the Queen stopped her. “Take your position."

Immediately Jendri turned her backside to K'Endarra and moved under her left boot. The other slaves then took their places, Lepta on her knees to K'Endarra, Chenta opposite Jendri under the right boot. The extra slave, Velta, waited her turn, biting her lips nervously.

Lepta began to eat the Queen, and Jendri felt her mistress’ boot heel begin to work its way into her anus. She moaned as her pussy began to seep. Chenta, the other stool-slave, writhed and moaned as well.

After about three minutes, K'Endarra stopped sighing long enough to order, “Rotate.” Jendri moved beneath her right boot, gasped as the heel slid partway into her anus, and arched back as she heard her lord's moans increase in intensity. Her honey ran unimpeded down her legs, and she heard the other slaves panting with their own needs.

"Mmmm—mmmm,” K'Endarra groaned, writhing on her throne, grinding shock-waves of sensation into her slaves’ sensitive rosebuds.

"Guards,” K'Endarra commanded. “Take her gently. She is not under punishment."

Two soldiers stepped forward, lifting Jendri from the floor, allowing Velta to slide in and take her place.

Jendri walked between them to the frame, where she was hauled up and spread-eagled, facing the Queen. “Oh, my lord,” she moaned. “My lord."

K'Endarra laughed and bore down into the mouth of the lucky Chenta. “Watch me come, slut,” she addressed Jendri. “I want to see you dripping on the floor."

Jendri writhed and undulated, thrusting maniacally toward her royal lover, rattling her shackles. K'Endarra was overcome by the sight of that magnificent body, which she owned, bucking helplessly at the sight of her taking pleasure in the mouth of another woman. She bore down into the mouth and asses of her slaves, all of who began to groan loudly with heat.

Suddenly K'Endarra exploded in orgasm, magma-hot juices filling the mouth of the squealing Chenta. “Ahh! Ohhh! By the gods! I'm coming!” K'Endarra screamed at Chenta. “Take me again! Take me again!"

By now all five women were moaning, but only one was experiencing ecstasy. The rest suffered the torment of orgasms denied, their insides tied in knots. K'Endarra would allow only Chenta to relieve that need; the rest would have to wait until their dismissal, except Jendri, who would wait until it amused K'Endarra to release her. The Queen had never touched any of her slaves intimately. Except Jendri.

When K'Endarra had finished climaxing, and Chenta was gobbling her copious juices, Jendri addressed her lord. “Thank you, my Queen,” she panted. “No one has ever come as beautifully as you.” She hung limply, dripping as she had been commanded to, eaten alive by the worm of need.

"Chenta, fuck yourself,” K'Endarra commanded. “The rest of you, lick up your messes."

As Chenta grunted and slithered on her knees before her mistress, the other slaves sulked and cleaned the floor with their tongues, to the amusement of K'Endarra. “Get every drop,” she teased them, “or you will take the place of my slut in the frame, there."

Lepta and Velta licked faster, burning like Jendri, who trembled with desire for K'Endarra. Jendri looked on helplessly, her discomfort assuaged only by the knowledge that tonight she would hump the boot of her lord and Queen, and that was all that mattered.

When the Queen had seen that all of her orders were carried out, she dismissed slaves and musicians, which left her alone with Jendri, who hung in the frame, twisting and turning. K'Endarra left her throne and stepped carefully over to her slave. “I shall release you from your restraints, so you can release me from mine,” she teased, referring to the high-heeled boots.

"With pleasure, Majesty,” Jendri gasped.

"Not so fast, my Obdurian beauty,” K'Endarra whispered, easing her fingers into her slave.

"Nnnnggggah! Ah!” Jendri shrieked. The Queen's fingers were silken fire, jolting her instantly to the edge of release. Forbidden to beg without permission, Jendri humped air as K'Endarra laughed aloud.

"That's my sweet slut,” K'Endarra murmured, and she undid the restraints one at a time until she held Jendri in her arms. They remained so for a long moment, nuzzling one another's necks, as kissing was not allowed. Then Jendri slid to her knees and buried her face in K'Endarra's pussy through the still-opened dove-gray riding habit. “Enough,” K'Endarra warned after a moment. “Come change my boots."

When the task was complete, and Jendri had licked up her moisture from the floor under the frame where she had been suspended, K'Endarra invited, “Let us walk in the gardens, Slave. I need air."

As Jendri obeyed her mistress, she wondered why the Queen chose her company over that of her nobles, her ministers, her officers, her staff, in fact, anyone but a sex slave. Yet she did not question it because she wanted more than anything to be with her lord, and her love.

As Jendri followed K'Endarra from reflecting pool to maze to topiaries to greenhouse to herb garden, K'Endarra interspersed a running commentary of anecdotes and observations with reminders to her slave about upcoming events for which she needed to be prepared to serve her Queen.

"...and in two weeks Julia will be here for a few days, during which time we will have a ball in her honor. And over there are the rose bushes presented to my great aunt Queen V'Ektanna by the delegation from Sansifar..."

After that Jendri listened with only half an ear. A ball! Good Queen Julia! Would the services of the Queen's sex slave be required again? What an awkward situation that might be! And she would have to dress the Queen for the ball. A uniform? A costume of some kind? Civilian evening dress?

"Slave! Pay attention!"

"Oh! My lord! I am sorry. I was thinking about what you might wear to the ball."

"Don't be silly! I will wear my Field Marshall's uniform. Did you not hear me?"

"I beg pardon, my lord. I did not.” She knelt and tentatively stroked K'Endarra's boot, head bowed. “Please forgive me."

K'Endarra relented. “Do not touch me like that here, Slave, or we will be rolling about in the grass. As long as you were thinking about me, you are forgiven."

"Thank you, my lord,” Jendri breathed, sighing with relief. She did not wish to be punished on her natal day.

"Now, as I was saying, Julia has been asking about you. I think she will want to see you when she is here.” She snapped her fingers and Jendri rose and followed her again.

"I would be honored to see Her Majesty, of course, my lord."

"I have told her that your attitude and behavior are much improved, and that she is welcome to your services if she desires."

"Yes, my lord."

And so Jendri had plenty with which to occupy her mind until after dinner, when K'Endarra commanded her to the private throne room.

"Wine, my slut,” K'Endarra ordered.

"Yes, my lord.” Jendri trembled as she obeyed, wondering how the scene would play out. She returned to K'Endarra, knelt and offered the goblet.

"Do you desire me, Slut?"

"Constantly, lord Queen."

"Do you deserve pleasure, Slut?"

"Never, my lord.

"Pleasure me, then."

"Yes, my lord. Thank you for using me."

"Be quiet and eat me, slave. Let me hear your need as you do it. Cry out with your heat and deepen my ecstasy."

"Of course, Majesty."

The Queen rose and opened her trousers to allow her slave entrance to the royal temple. She sat and lifted one leg over the arm of the gilded throne. The other she wrapped around Jendri's neck. “Suck me, Slut. Now."

Jendri entered her Queen with her tongue, and at the exact same time, experienced a pang of desire so intense she groaned aloud. She heard the Queen chuckle above her as she squirmed down into the hungry, adoring mouth of her slave.

Naked, legs wide apart, Jendri dripped onto the marble floor before the Queen's throne. At each throb of her hot, tight clit, she gasped audibly as much from need as to please her lord the Queen. K'Endarra responded with gentle thrusts that thrilled her captive lover, and Jendri once again became as consumed with the Queen's pleasure, even more so, than she had ever been concerned with her own in her entire life.

K'Endarra all but howled with pleasure as she approached orgasm, even as her slave below her moaned with piercing need. Her swollen, neglected clitoris pounded between her thighs, seeking relief as Jendri devoted herself entirely to her lord high above.

"Ah! Slut! Yes! Give me ... give me yourself ... give me ... everything! Ah ... ooohhh ... ah-ah-ah...” The Queen gasped for breath. She felt as if she were inside a furnace, so great was her heat. “Slave ... I am coming ... so hard ... so good ... eat me ... suck me down your throat, slut.” She gasped again. “Now, Slave! Now! Now! Now!"

With an audible rush K'Endarra's fluids exploded over her slave's face. Jendri cried out in ecstasy as she received her lord's come. “Oh gods!” Jendri cried. “More! Please, more! Please come, my lord! Come!” she moaned as she licked the huge, demanding clit. Indeed, if she could have sucked it down her throat, she would have. But she settled for the continuous, sticky stream of honey which K'Endarra fed her from her hot slit. She swirled her tongue around and around the knob of the Queen's pleasure as the climax ripped through her and slammed into Jendri. “My lord, oh gods, please come,” Jendri moaned. “Please come ... oh, please..."

She felt the Queen's hand pushing her gently away. “Yes, but later. Now I will rest, and you will hump my boots. Both of them tonight, slut. I want to see you humping and licking as if your life depended on it."

"Yes ... yes, lord Queen,” Jendri gasped, frantic for release.

"Hump my boot, Slut, and slowly. Do not come without begging for permission."

"Yes, my lord, of course. Thank you, lord Queen."

"Silence! Move!"

"Yes, Ma'am!"

Jendri rose and quickly sank again, straddling the boot of the Queen. When her flaming genitals touched leather, she yelped excitedly and threw her head back, exposing her throat.

The Queen licked her lips. “Slowly, slave, slowly. I want to enjoy every second of this."

"Ooohhhhh ... pleeeeease ... mmmm ... mmmm..."

The Queen bounced Jendri on her boot, watching greedily.

"Ah! Ah Ah!” Jendri's eyes popped and she struggled mightily for control. “Oh! My lord, let me touch you, I beg you!"

"Do it, Slave. Let me feel you tremble."

Jendri clasped her hands around the Queen's boot, up behind her knee. She sighed with relief. It was hard to hump properly without being able to hold on. “Oh, my lord. This is so good. Oh, thank you!"

"Carefully, Slut. Keep it slow."

Jendri was already getting close. It had been so long, three days, since her last orgasm, and she had been looking forward to this moment almost all day. “My lord ... my lord ... I am going to come ... oh, gods...” She knew now that K'Endarra had deliberately withheld pleasure from her in order to make this especially intense for both of them.

"Change boots, slave. Up!"

"Yes, my Queen,” Jendri gasped, standing on rubber legs. Her clit felt as if it hung down to her knees. She lowered herself onto the Queen's other boot, took hold of her leg and began to rub slowly again. “Oooohhhh...” she moaned in an agony of delight. “Oh, I love you so ... have mercy, please..."

K'Endarra was delighted. This slave would do anything for her, she was quite sure. One woman's humiliation was another's release. She carefully jounced Jendri on her boot.

"Ooh!” Jendri swallowed convulsively. “Ah! Oh, my lord, I cannot hold back anymore."

K'Endarra looked down at her, enjoying the sight of Jendri's pulse pounding in her throat, the bouncing of her breasts, the sweat that trickled between them, her desperate efforts to balance on the slippery boot. “No, keep rubbing slowly, Slut."

"Please ... p-p-p-please ... my lord ... mercy, I ... beg you. Ohhhhhh,” Jendri groaned, straining with the effort to suppress her pleasure. She was frantic.

"You may come, Slave,” K'Endarra said smoothly, and she bounced her tormented slave hard on her boot.

Jendri shrieked with relief, bearing down. “Oh, gods yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! My lord! Please! Boot-fuck me!” She clutched the Queen's leg, babbling as she came. She was allowed to come as long as she could hold on, but once she slipped off it was over. She clung to her lord's boot as if to life itself as she writhed and screamed. “Yes! Yes! Boot-fuck me! Yes!"

K'Endarra's eyes widened with the realization of the depth of her slave's dependence on the act of coming on her boots. She didn't just want it, she needed it. K'Endarra had never had a slave beg for this before. It was something they had all done to avoid the lash and to arouse their mistress, not something they did out of love or desire. “I'll boot-fuck you, all right, you slut! I have you now, Slave!” And she drove her leg up into her slave's cleft and made her bellow with ecstasy.

Jendri howled and came until she couldn't come anymore, then she slipped off and curled at her lord's feet, oblivious, gasping for breath. But she soon came to her senses and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide to allow K'Endarra to rest her boot on the springy mass of dark red curls, wet with her moisture, the heel gentle against her labia. She jerked slightly when she felt its hardness against her swollen softness, but then she sighed. “Uh ... oh, my lord. I worship you,” she whispered, looking up at K'Endarra, still dazed.

"Say it, Slut,” K'Endarra demanded tenderly

"You are K'Endarra Golgathex, the Mighty, the Magnificent, Queen of Asperia, Defender of the Crown...” Jendri recited all the titles as she did whenever K'Endarra “boot-fucked” her, as she had so elegantly expressed it. “And I,” she went on, “am your boot-humping, come-licking, adoring and unworthy slut. I am no one and nothing, my lord, except your property. Use me, my lord, as you see fit.” Tears of joy ran down her cheeks. “Please, use me,” she implored.

"I will use you, slave. You may lick your come from my boots, and then you may take me in your mouth and pleasure me again.” K'Endarra couldn't have felt more powerful and desirable.

"Yes, yes, that is all I ask. Thank you, my lord.” Jendri rose to her knees over the footstool, clasped her lord's sticky boot against her bosom, and began to lick it clean with a devotion normally reserved for receiving a sacrament. She gently stroked K'Endarra's calf while she attended to her instep and her heel, and as she did so, she heard her lord groan with need. Lifting the Queen's boots from the stool in turn, she tenderly licked her come from each sole as K'Endarra trembled with excitement, scarcely able to contain herself. Who but such a powerful Queen could exact such willing servitude from a fallen mighty General? No one, and they both knew it.

Jendri ran her tongue up under the arch of K'Endarra's foot. It was the place she loved best, where the sole joined the heel. Then down the inside of the heel to the bottom, which was narrowly ridged, like the sole, for traction. She slurped her come out of the tiny grooves, feeling her lord shudder as she did it. Jendri ran her lips and tongue around the edges of each boot, nibbling delicately so that K'Endarra could see her tongue darting in and out. Finally, almost regretfully, she replaced K'Endarra's boot on the stool and waited, hands folded and head bowed.

Carefully, K'Endarra put her goblet on one of the ornamental tables that flanked her throne. Deliberately she lifted her leg over the arm of the throne, opening her sex to Jendri. “Eat me, Slut. Eat me as if your life depended on it."

Jendri's head came up sharply. “Oh! Please, my lord, don't say that!” she begged.

The Queen growled dangerously, “Do it."

Jendri nodded, took a deep breath and pressed her face between the Queen's legs, sliding her hands in underneath her muscular bottom. The musk was overwhelmingly heavenly, and the honey was thick as it oozed out of the opening of the heavenly vagina.

The Queen pushed down, sealing Jendri to her womanhood, and they both moaned with contentment. The huge clitoris all but filled Jendri's mouth, but that was delightful for both of them, as the size made it easy for Jendri to suck. She did it slowly, as the Queen was already fully aroused, because she knew K'Endarra wanted to enjoy it for a while. Baring her top teeth very slightly, she grazed the swollen fruit slowly, giving K'Endarra the intensity of sensation she demanded.

"Nnnnggghhhaaaaa!” K'Endarra cried out with need and anticipation. No slave ever before had gotten this right. For her to have the maximum possible climax, the stimulation had to be just this side of pain. It was a fine line but Jendri had learned to balance on it quite exquisitely. Ever so gently and slowly she drew her lord closer and closer to the edge where the ultimate thrill lay, reveling in the feel of K'Endarra's hands in her hair, hands that had been so brutal, now so gentle.

"Slut! I demand you complete me NOW!” K'Endarra gasped out. “Suck until I order you to cease. I will come hard and long. Prepare yourself."

Jendri thought she was well prepared, but still she was almost overcome by the splendor that was her lord's orgasm. The force of the climax almost thrust her loose of the Queen's clitoris, and that would not have done at all. The engorged organ thumped against her tongue as K'Endarra drove herself down, hard, almost viciously, except that Jendri wanted it just as much. K'Endarra bent Jendri backward almost double as she took her, wringing her best effort from her with Amazon strength.

Jendri surrendered, going limp so that K'Endarra would not snap her spine, but she clung to the oscillating clitoris like a remora, refusing to let go until she had received every last morsel of pleasure that K'Endarra had to give her. K'Endarra climaxed repeatedly as a result of the build-up she had experienced as she boot-fucked her slave, and as Jendri had made love to her through her boots. Nothing excited K'Endarra the way voluntary adoration and undisguised dependence did, and Jendri's was the purest of any she had ever experienced.

She came until her head spun and then she slumped on the throne, exhausted, allowing Jendri to fall at her feet.

Jendri roused herself with an effort after a couple of minutes, and dragged herself up to bring cold water to the Queen. She knelt and offered it to her lord's lips, and K'Endarra finally took it and quenched her roaring thirst.

When it was half gone, she offered the cup back. “Here, slave. Have this, and then take whatever you need. And bring me more."

Jendri almost wept with joy. K'Endarra had never shared her cup before, not a drop. “Thank you, my lord,” she whispered in awe, and she drank. She rose and quickly refilled the cup for K'Endarra, who took it and drank deeply again, before handing it back to her slave.

As Jendri drank, K'Endarra gently brushed her hair back from her neck, and caressed her shoulder with a warm, loving hand. When Jendri looked up questioningly, K'Endarra smiled and said simply, “Happy natal day, Jendri."

THE END

(The taming of Jendri continues in The Training of Jendri.)

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