Table of Contents

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

THE QUEEN'S SLAVEWOMAN

Book Three

THE SHAMING OF JENDRI

By

SUSANNA VALENT

CHAPTER 1

On a tiny planet circling the star called Upsilon Andromedae, in the Terran year 1414...

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Her Majesty Queen Jendrickar Verrian, Consort of Her Majesty K'Endarra the Magnificent, Queen Regnant of Asperia, squirmed uncomfortably. Yet, her discomfort pleased her, for on the other half of the ornate double throne her royal spouse writhed in ecstasy as one of her many sex-slaves serviced her, kneeling at her feet. K'Endarra's fingers were entwined with those of her consort, holding Jendri close in order to kiss her as desired.

Across the room from the canopied dais, another slave hung on a rack, her legs spread, her need evidenced by the moisture that dripped from her cleft onto the highly-polished marble floor beneath her. Her name was Fracta, and her hips jumped in utter futility toward her Queen; universally admired, feared and adored, her Queen whose touch was no longer felt by any slave.

The situation of this slave particularly amused the Queen Consort, because Fracta had once been a soldier, a soldier with whom Jendri had done battle. They had vanquished one another once apiece, before fate took a turn. That was over a year ago, when Jendrickar had been the commanding general of a hostile nation. That nation, called Obduria and once a republic, was now a military province of Asperia. Jendri was considered a traitor in Asperia, and no amount of security could guarantee her safety there, but it no longer mattered. She had done her best to give aid and comfort to her vanquished country by influencing the Queen, and she had succeeded. Obduria was moving slowly toward full provincial status, although not all Obdurians wanted it. Jendri couldn't help that, and her attention was on other matters. Now she was Queen Consort, as well as Duke of Paxverdi, and commanding general of her own Paxverdi Lancers. Obduria's war was receding into history and Jendri lived in the present, to serve and obey her spouse, her lord and her queen, K'Endarra.

Beneath each of the Queen K'Endarra's booted heels two other naked slaves acted as stools, as the Queen took her pleasure in the mouth of the fortunate Chenta. These heels, worn only for this activity, were long, tapered and deeply embedded in the backsides of her slaves, driving them almost to madness. They too, dripped helplessly onto the floor, moaning, gritting their teeth and clenching their fists in agony. Jendri could see their nails scrabbling at the marble. She smiled a secret smile. She had been there, too.

Today, after Queen K'Endarra came, only Chenta would come, by her own hand. Later, the Consort might come as well, by the Queen's hand. But not here and not now.

Jendri crossed and re-crossed her legs as her spouse and lord jerked her closer. “My love,” K'Endarra hissed, “share this with me!” and she clamped her mouth to Jendri's and came, screaming, nearly knocking Chenta loose from her genitals, but the woman was experienced and held her position, gorging herself on the Queen's juices. Jendri moaned into their kiss, twisting and turning with need and pleasure.

K'Endarra limited herself, temporarily, to one climax. “Do yourself,” she grunted at Chenta. She allowed the other slaves to slide free of her boot heels, and to replace them with normal boots she could walk and ride in. “Take Fracta down and be gone,” K'Endarra ordered them, lowering her feet to the inanimate footstool Jendri slid over. Both Queens watched the writhing slave as she was released from the rack and dragged from the room by the others.

Chenta, kneeling in a pool of her own liquids, rubbed herself ferociously while looking adoringly up at the Queen, until she suddenly came with a sobbing cry. At K'Endarra's nod, she leaned forward and lavished kisses on the monarch's boots, babbling gratitude and adoration for her owner.

K'Endarra rolled her eyes. “Enough. Go."

As soon as the carved doors of the private throne room swung shut, K'Endarra demanded of Jendri, “Quickly, wife; pleasure me. I saved myself for you."

Jendri scrambled down without delay, moaning at the hot sweetness K'Endarra gave her. Asperian royalty and nobility, possessed of the recessive trait of a series of linked pleasure centers, required frequent and repeated release. This never ceased to thrill Jendri, for as Consort she was not often permitted to play slave. Because K'Endarra allowed it today, Jendri knew the Queen was in a good mood.

Of course, Jendri had once been a slave herself, and the happiest woman in all of Asperia. Because she had been born into the Obdurian aristocracy, finally becoming the Commanding General of Obdurian forces, Jendri had been K'Endarra's sworn enemy. After being captured in the war which devastated and annexed Obduria, General Jendrickar Verrian had become Riki the Slut, unwilling sex-slave to K'Endarra. It was during the deciding battle of the war and Jendri's subsequent escape efforts that she and then-corporal Fracta had run afoul of one another. Several months of unbearable torture and servitude followed, during which Fracta had taken revenge on Jendri for several broken bones and other wounds in a swordfight in the dungeon.

However, after being taken, used, and counseled by a neighboring Queen, Julia of the Osterlanders, Jendri had been convinced to serve K'Endarra willingly for the good of her vanquished nation. In time, they had fallen in love, and having saved K'Endarra's life in another war, Jendri was now the Queen's beloved consort. Fracta had been drummed out of the army and made a slave. It was, perhaps, not fair to treat her thus, as she had been acting as a soldier ought in subduing an enemy. But once Jendri had bent herself to K'Endarra's will, Fracta continued to pursue her personal program of revenge when there was no longer any need to subdue or punish the fallen general. When Jendri became Queen Consort, she ordered Fracta's punishment herself, and K'Endarra had concurred. Now the slave twisted in an everlasting fire of unfulfilled lust. It amused everyone who had opportunity to observe her torture.

Now, in utter bliss, Jendri sucked the swollen fruit of K'Endarra's huge clitoris into her mouth. This incredible organ, when engorged, was externally as large as half a small plum. Inside the Asperian Queen lurked the rest of that awesome pleasure center, linked to secondary clitoria near her ovaries. Asperian royal women were as enslaved to their needs as serfs were bound to their land. Until their raging needs were assuaged, Asperian monarchs were totally helpless. Fortunately, satiation was an easy matter, as Jendri well knew.

Married now six months, Jendri's former slavery was a somewhat unresolved issue between the Queens, Regnant and Consort. For although Jendri had once been resistant and unwilling, in time she had come to understand and accept her submissive nature, and learned to relish her slavery. Their marriage, although a welcome and happy development, robbed Jendri of the ecstasy inherent in slavery. She did not begrudge her lord and queen the use of her sex slaves or the concubines in her harem. In fact, watching K'Endarra with her other women was one of the two remnants of slavery Jendri had been able to retain, that and occasionally playing slave. Jendri was no longer publicly humiliated, nor was she whipped or restrained, even in private. Her orgasms, once severely rationed, were now plentiful despite K'Endarra's teasing.

Above Jendri, K'Endarra bucked and grunted, as needy as if she had not come mere minutes before. Until the queen climaxed at least twice more, Jendri would be on her knees, and there was nowhere else she wanted to be.

“Darling ... finish me, love,” K'Endarra panted, her hands clutching Jendri's thick, red hair. “Ohhhhh, gods, I need you so! I love you so!"

“Mmmmm,” Jendri moaned, her need for K'Endarra's orgasm almost as intense as K'Endarra's own. Jendri, in her slavery, had learned to feast on her lord's pleasure, had come to crave it more than her own release. This had been fortunate, as K'Endarra seldom permitted release to her slaves. Now that Jendri was Queen Consort and Duke of Paxverdi, a significant fraction of Asperia, she was entitled to daily pleasure with her mate. In fact it pleased K'Endarra greatly to provide whatever Jendri desired in sexual satisfaction.

Unfortunately, that was not what Jendri wanted. Jendri wanted to suck and lick the Queen to pleasure, naked and bound at her feet. She wanted to hang in restraints and be whipped by K'Endarra for coming without permission. She wanted K'Endarra's boot heel up her ass. She wanted to come on K'Endarra's boots if and when she had earned an orgasm through obedience and discipline. She wanted to be in Fracta's position, but without the public humiliation. Jendri came when K'Endarra demanded it; Fracta could not, at least not for a very long time. That was her sentence.

Thus, when Jendri played slave to her spouse, abject submission was foremost in her imagination. In public she enjoyed the honor that was her due as Consort, Duke and general of the Paxverdi Lancers. In private she wanted to be K'Endarra's slave again, and nothing more. The loss of her slavery was something Jendri felt keenly, every day. So far K'Endarra had been firm on the subject. Consorts weren't slaves and that was the end of it as far as she was concerned.

The immense clitoris tightened and hardened between Jendri's lips. Orgasm was imminent. K'Endarra's juices were already running down Jendri's chin and wetting the inside of her bodice, just the way both of them liked it. Jendri tightened her grip on K'Endarra's thighs, steeling herself for the eruption of pleasure and the geyser of liquid which would soon fill her.

“Uuunnhhhh ... Uuunnhhhh...” K'Endarra moaned, her glossy dark head thrown back. She pumped vigorously, once, twice, a third time into her consort's eager mouth, and then her orgasm overwhelmed both of them.

Waves of pleasure took the Queen out of her own realm to utter bliss, and Jendri's own clit throbbed painfully, obediently, in empathy with her lord's. Jendri had never known such complete fulfillment before K'Endarra Golgathex, the Mighty, the Magnificent, the Merciless.

After receiving the Queen's final orgasm, Jendri stealthily shifted and bent to kiss K'Endarra's boots. Normally the Queen did not permit this obeisance anymore, but in a stupor of satiation, she was either unaware of, or unable to prohibit, Jendri's actions.

Jendri adored K'Endarra's leather, and was, sadly, constantly jealous of the Queen's valets, slaves and concubines, who were permitted far more contact, far more worship, than Jendri. Even Fracta had more contact with K'Endarra's leather than Jendri. Once upon a time, Jendri had valeted Her Majesty, groveled before her, kissed, licked and stroked her boots in submission and admiration. Her greatest ecstasy of all had come from the requirement that she climax on K'Endarra's boots and infrequently anywhere else.

With one eye on K'Endarra's face, Jendri stroked the shiny leather lightly with fingertips and tongue, remembering the year of slavery, the year of bliss in which this was daily both her duty and greatest pleasure.

At the Queen's stirring, Jendri regretfully abandoned her worship and moved back between K'Endarra's legs again, resting her head on her demanding wife's breast. “My lord and my love,” Jendri whispered, waiting to see if K'Endarra would indulge her needs now, or if she might have to wait a while.

K'Endarra smiled. “Come, my sweet,” she invited, patting her thigh. She reached down and gave her Consort a hand up. Jendri settled into K'Endarra's lap and twined her arms around the elegant neck, resting her head on one broad shoulder. Jendri was very hot, very needy, for K'Endarra's touch. Yet she waited, never demanding or even requesting the Queen's attentions. K'Endarra did not care for sexual aggression in any of her lovers, and it was Jendri's submissive nature to wait in any event.

K'Endarra lifted the skirt of Jendri's simple gown, under which she wore nothing at home, at the Queen's command. Carefully, K'Endarra watched Jendri's face, her fingers inching ever closer to Jendri's aching cleft. Softly, she pressed her lips to Jendri's, gently opening her lover's mouth, exploring slowly. Just as their tongues met, K'Endarra's fingertip contacted Jendri's clitoris, causing her to groan deeply, helplessly in the arms of her regal lover. Still, she did not move. Heart pounding wildly, Jendri was desperate for the release no one else could give her.

Amused, K'Endarra stroked Jendri's pleasure center, entering her at the same time. “Do not come,” K'Endarra ordered softly. “Not yet."

Jendri nodded, biting her lip. From having been locked in the Queen's embrace as she received Chenta's services, through servicing the Queen herself, to this moment of torture in K'Endarra's lap, Jendri was past ready to climax. Jendri had had more than her share of experience suppressing her orgasms as K'Endarra's slave, but it was never easy. Moreover, as a slave, Jendri had never had to suppress while kissing, as kissing was prohibited in Asperian culture between all but engaged or married couples. Their first kiss had come at the moment that Jendri had accepted K'Endarra's proposal, and it had all but incapacitated both of them. K'Endarra had yet to tire of kissing, and she had no compunctions about using it to tease her Consort to distraction. Now K'Endarra was pulsing her tongue in and out of Jendri's mouth in time with the movements of her fingers inside Jendri's vagina. Jendri wiggled and squirmed, trying to lessen the contact enough so that she wouldn't experience the premature explosion her spouse had expressly forbade her, but K'Endarra's grip tightened to prevent her escape.

“Be still,” the demanding monarch warned, “or you will wait until this evening, after I have visited my harem."

Jendri groaned. K'Endarra seldom visited the harem alone, now that she was married. She took Jendri along to observe. The Consort did not participate, but all Queens Regnant historically believed that the presence of their Consorts enhanced their own pleasurable experience. Once back in the royal apartments, a loving monarch was usually more than happy to meet her spouse's needs.

But Jendri didn't want to wait that long. “Please, my lord,” she whimpered, knowing how much it pleased K'Endarra to hear her beg, “do not press me beyond my abilities."

K'Endarra grinned and eased off slightly. “Is it so much effort to hold back such a puny orgasm? You are weak, my darling Obdurian Consort. But if I permit you to climax now, will you have anything to give me later?"

It was a silly question. “Yes, my lord K'Endarra. I promise."

K'Endarra resumed her stroking, testing her Consort's strength. When Jendri's eyes began to water, and her shuddering belied the limit of her endurance, K'Endarra released her. “Come."

Jendri screamed in blessed ecstasy, wetting herself and her mate with a torrent of uncontrollable pleasure. None but the powerful Queen of Asperia could have held the spasming Jendri in her lap. No one in the great Castle Golgathex could escape the knowledge that the beautiful Queen Consort, Jendrickar Verrian, had come again.

As Jendri lay panting in K'Endarra's arms, K'Endarra asked, “How much longer do you want to punish Fracta?"

Jendri smiled. “A little longer won't hurt her, my lord. The fun of it is having her think she will never come again. Let it go another month or two, at least. It should last as long as she had opportunity to torture me, do you not agree?"

K'Endarra smiled down at her wife and kissed her nose. “As my Consort wishes, of course."

CHAPTER 2

Once Jendri had completely recovered, a grinning Queen K'Endarra rose and carried her wife through their apartments to the royal bedchamber.

“My lord is too good to me,” Jendri murmured against her mate's muscular shoulder.

“Not at all,” K'Endarra replied. “Rather, you give me the most incredible pleasure."

“Your pleasure is all I need, of course,” Jendri smiled up at her lover as she was deposited gently on the enormous bed.

“It is fortunate for you that is so,” K'Endarra observed as she lay down beside her wife. “Not every Consort has accepted the needs of the Monarch with such grace."

“I adore you, and I want nothing but your pleasure,” Jendri reiterated, turning so she was face to face with the darkly beautiful Queen she worshipped in every sense of the word.

K'Endarra chuckled, tracing Jendri's lips with a gentle finger. “Now, you know that isn't true. You wish for the admiration of our people. You love to have influence, you desire fair treatment for the people of the province of Obduria. You enjoy clothing and fine weapons and horses, and you love to travel."

Jendri still protested, “I love none of those things as much as you and your pleasure."

“You please me immensely, every day,” K'Endarra assured her. “Now make yourself decent. I must ring for my valet."

“Oh, no, my lord!” Jendri held out her hand, sitting up. “Let me serve you. That is also my pleasure."

“Jendri,” K'Endarra warned, shaking her head.

“Please, let me,” Jendri pleaded. “Please."

K'Endarra relented. “Very well. You respond to me so much more intuitively. I never have to tell you anything.” She sank into an easy chair and waited as Jendri went to run a bath.

Jendri returned, naked, and knelt to help divest K'Endarra of her clothing and accessories. When K'Endarra stepped into the marble tub, Jendri knelt again, ready to bathe her, but, with an evil grin, K'Endarra yanked Jendri into the water with her.

“One more reason to have you rather than my valet,” K'Endarra laughed at her sputtering spouse. “And that is why you undressed, is it not?” K'Endarra leaned back, grinning triumphantly, and let her wife bathe her. Then she took the sponge and returned the favor, until both women were not only clean but highly aroused.

“Look what you've done to me,” K'Endarra ordered, taking Jendri's hand and guiding it between her legs.

Jendri turned onto her side next to K'Endarra in the tub. “Oh, my love,” she sighed, feeling the swelling and slickness of her spouse under the water. “Please let me."

“Let you? I insist!” K'Endarra laughed. “I cannot meet with the Privy Council like this."

Jendri clung to K'Endarra with her left hand and began a sensuous massage of K'Endarra's clitoris with her right. Knowing K'Endarra well, she grazed the turgid flesh lightly with her nails, causing the Queen of Obduria to stiffen and groan in response. “You bewitch me!” K'Endarra gasped.

“I hope so,” Jendri growled.

“Please ... please ... please,” K'Endarra panted, her eyes wild. Jendri grinned and gave her just a little more, and suddenly, thrashing in ecstasy, the huge tub became a tempest as K'Endarra burst into spasms and howls of pleasure. Jendri struggled mightily to keep both of them from going under until K'Endarra's exertions subsided.

Blinking, K'Endarra looked around the elegant room, now awash in soapy water. “Our valets will not be pleased,” she predicted with a happy sigh. “Call them, love, so we will not be late."

“Yes, my lord,” Jendri agreed quickly, kissing the satisfied monarch tenderly. “I shall attend you at the Council.” Jendri was used to living with advanced arousal and didn't complain. K'Endarra would get to her later, and she knew it would be worth the wait.

The business of the Privy Council was usually conducted in formal Asperian day-wear, suits or gowns of exquisite taste, depending on preference, not gender. When the Council, including Jendri who was there as Duke of Paxverdi, rose at the Queen's entrance, K'Endarra was pleased to see her Consort in a favorite bottle-green velvet suit. The Queen herself was in black with burgundy trim, a far cry from the days when she had attended these meetings in nothing but tunic, belt and boots, lounging about on her throne, drinking heavy red wine and amusing herself with her sex slaves. That had been before Jendri exerted her influence, of course. Now the only sex slave present was Fracta, once again hanging on the rack in the corner, moaning softly. Everyone ignored her.

Taking her seat at the head of the table, the Queen brought the meeting to order and the tedious business of administering her realm began anew. To her right, Jendri sat erect, attentively listening to the minutes being read by the secretary. Because Jendri was completely focused, it was a moment or two before she perceived the pressure of the Queen's boot upon her own foot. Instantly desire shot through Jendri, lodging in her clitoris, and although her expression betrayed nothing, her heart rate increased and she began to perspire.

That was all K'Endarra had to do to gain complete control of her Consort. She kept her foot on Jendri's, varying the pressure until Jendri's underwear was soaked. Yet no one else at the long, polished table had the least suspicion of the interaction between the two Queens, let alone the extreme discomfort of the Consort.

An hour and a half, the absolute limit of Queen K'Endarra's endurance for these things, elapsed, and she called the meeting to a close, abruptly as ever. She did not care if her ministers considered their business completed or not. They would simply have to attend her at her next convenience, and that was the end of it. Fracta would be returned to work in the kitchens until she was sent for again.

With a short nod to the Council, K'Endarra rose and departed, Jendri immediately behind her and to her right as protocol dictated. Jendri couldn't have been any closer to K'Endarra's magnificent tight buns had someone put a crossbow to her own magnificent chest. None but K'Endarra knew the advanced state of Jendri's desperation.

Back in their royal apartments, Jendri collapsed at K'Endarra's feet. “Please, please, my love,” she begged, stroking K'Endarra's dress boots.

K'Endarra's eyes sparkled with amusement. “You wish to give me pleasure?” The stroking of a superior's boots was an offer of affection and sexual services in Asperian culture, not to mention that the force of K'Endarra's personality and preferences combined to prohibit Jendri from begging for her own needs to be met.

“Yes ... yes,” Jendri gasped, well aware that she had no choice.

“Before dinner?” K'Endarra asked in mock amazement, although she was highly aroused by the continuous stroking of Jendri's nimble fingers through the supple leather of her boots.

“Oh, gods!” Jendri groaned, clinging to her lord.

K'Endarra reached down and pulled Jendri up against her. “Come to bed then. We will eat dinner late. And then, the harem.” K'Endarra kissed her Consort roughly, gripping her shoulders firmly, until she felt Jendri's legs give out under her. Then K'Endarra gently shouldered her and carried her to the bedroom, where she put Jendri on the bed, threw her coat aside and undid her belt, looking down at her wife with love and passion.

Jendri looked up at her, returning the fervor she saw in her mate's eyes. Then she struggled up and quickly undressed, feeling the burning intensity of her lord's eyes on her. K'Endarra did not touch her yet, but waited patiently until Jendri knelt and opened her specially-tailored pants. Then, her womanhood exposed, K'Endarra was able to sit down on the edge of the bed. The women kissed, hotly, deeply, until K'Endarra began to growl with arousal, indicating to her Consort that she was more than ready. K'Endarra released Jendri's lips and leaned back, bringing her booted legs up and over Jendri's back, where she rested them, allowing her Consort access to the steaming royal genitalia.

K'Endarra had Jendri to thank for the ease with which she could now receive pleasure while remaining clothed. When the Asperians had first defeated Obduria, and Jendri was forced into slavery, K'Endarra had been all but a half-naked savage. Under Jendri's influence and due to her skills with a needle, K'Endarra's wardrobe was transformed and she herself in the process. Now sex was as available as it had ever been, but out of sight of the Asperian people, and the Queen herself appeared in public fully dressed and dignified, befitting her position as a powerful monarch.

Jendri plunged into the bubbling cleft, now almost unaware of her own raging needs, not even of the thick moisture that dripped from her throbbing pussy to the plush carpeting. If Jendri satisfied K'Endarra, her own needs would become unimportant. If she pleased K'Endarra enough, Jendri might receive immediate release. There was never anything to be lost in the attempt.

Frantically, Jendri licked and caressed her wife's bulging clit. Simultaneously, she felt under the hard muscular ass of her lord until she encountered the puckered anus, another pleasure center that could never receive too much attention. Entering there, Jendri felt K'Endarra gasp and was then rewarded with the grinding pressure of bootheels against her back.

“Oh, I love that. Go in deeper,” K'Endarra groaned through gritted teeth. “More, dammit, more!” She sighed as Jendri's finger was embedded to the base. “Ah, yes. Good."

Jendri moved her fingers as much as the tightness of the cavity permitted, working in synchronicity with her lips and tongue in the front, where she lapped eagerly at K'Endarra's, thick, hot honey.

“Fuck me,” K'Endarra moaned, “Fuck me slow."

Jendri complied, moving sensuously against the giant organ, sliding fingers inside K'Endarra as far as she could, then slowly withdrawing them in a twisting movement. She could feel, inside the vagina, the soft swelling of the internal portion of K'Endarra's main clitoris, and every time she touched it, her lover responded with a soft grunt of pleasure.

Despite her best efforts to extend the Queen's pleasure, the tightening of K'Endarra's butt told Jendri that her lord's release was imminent, and Jendri steeled herself to enjoy her orgasms with her. “Do me, Jendri, now, love,” K'Endarra gasped as her arousal increased to the maximum, and then the floodgates burst, and she howled with uncontrollable delight, “Yaaaaaaa!” she screamed. “Oh, Godddddddsssssssss!” The pounding of her blood through her own brain and her screaming all but deafened her. Even Jendri's ears rang. Each time K'Endarra came it was if she hadn't climaxed for a week.

It was a moment or two before the Queen came back to herself, and looked down at the lovely form of her kneeling wife, whose tongue was still busy, gently consuming the moisture that had been released with K'Endarra's orgasms. “You are wonderful, Jendri. I like using my slaves, I enjoy taking several women at once, but most of all, I love being loved by you.” She patted the bed. “Come here, love. Let me pleasure you."

Jendri rose, blushing at the praise, and was embraced by strong arms. “Oh, K'Endarra,” she sighed. “I am so on fire for you.” And she spread her legs wide for her lover, allowing sweet stickiness to flow down her thighs. “Look how wet I am from waiting so long, and from feeling your pleasure, darling.” She pressed against the hand that now toyed with her pubic hair.

“It's a problem, isn't it? You stimulate me, I stimulate you, we never get anything done,” K'Endarra observed.

“That's why you have ministers,” Jendri growled. “Oh, my lord. I am dying for you."

“I can finish you so fast, you won't even remember this aching need in a moment or two."

“And if I want it slow?” Jendri murmured, her eyes half-closed as she anticipated the gift she was about to receive.

“You do not care,” K'Endarra laughed. “Right now you merely wish to come, and come you shall.” She rose over Jendri and slid her knee securely into the gushing, swollen pussy that was presented to her. Then she bent down and took Jendri's lips, making her twist and squirm under the body of her lord and Queen. “Come for me, my love,” K'Endarra demanded. “Come!” With that she very quickly and unceremoniously drove her knee again and again into Jendri's crotch, making her buck and squeal.

“Oh K'Endarra! K'Endarra! Don't stop. Finish me! Please!” she gasped. “Please! Pleeeeeeeeease!” she screamed as the pleasure blossomed and exploded in her groin. “Oh, my gods, don't stop!” And Jendri burst into tears of joy, coming again and again to the almost machine-like pumping of her partner's leg. “Oh, darling, darling, you are the most wonderful,” she sobbed and hicupped, “lover in the world."

K'Endarra lodged her knee firmly between Jendri's legs and brought her down slowly, smiling as her spouse shuddered with aftershocks. “Jendri my love, my heart, my joy,” she whispered. “It is you who are too good for me."

CHAPTER 3

The two Queens strolled slowly through the massive hallways of the palace, hand in hand, fingers linked. Bathed, powdered and perfumed, both wore casual comfortable clothing, the Monarch in an open-necked silk shirt, her pants tucked into soft-soled suede boots with a fringed top. Jendri wore lounging pajamas and silk slippers.

They were on their way to the harem, and Jendri thought K'Endarra looked good enough to eat, which was precisely the point. Every now and then, K'Endarra would pull Jendri into her arms for a kiss, or reach down and play with her bottom. She enjoyed exciting her wife prior to arriving in the harem, so that Jendri would have even more extreme reactions to watching the Queen cavorting with her concubines, and so that she would be wildly in need of release whenever they returned to their own quarters.

At the great door Jendri waited while K'Endarra entered the combination and turned the heavy brass wheel. With a hiss, the door swung slowly open and they stepped through. It swung shut again behind them. None but the Queens and the Chamberlain had the combination to the harem, and it could be reached only after a circuitous climb up and down hidden stairs and hallways. The harem was so secure it was usually left unguarded.

Since Jendri herself had escaped from confinement during the war with the Emicrani, however, there had been some modifications to the outer walls of the harem, which occupied the uppermost floor of the palace. No longer could an agile concubine rappel to the ground below. Imprisoned there for her own protection while still a slave, Jendri had escaped to the front and there saved K'Endarra's life, thus becoming her Consort.

However, no real concubine had ever wished to escape. They were voluntarily confined and could leave at their own request. The harem was constructed with the intention of keeping others out. Concubines were glad to remain within, there to give pleasure to the Monarch they loved.

The Queen's women always knew when she would visit, and as soon as K'Endarra and Jendri entered, all nine concubines flew to greet them, all but overwhelming their lord and lover with hugs and caresses and cries of affection.

Eight of them physically lifted the laughing Queen K'Endarra off her feet and carried her to the enormous bed in the center of the harem, a bed which was always clean and fresh and never used unless the Queen Regnant was there. It could be completely enclosed by draperies for privacy but that didn't happen unless the Queen slept there, which was seldom anymore, as she had a wife to go home with.

The ninth and most junior concubine shyly linked arms with Jendri and together they followed the rest of the women to the massive bed.

On the bed, two happy concubines were already at K'Endarra's feet, stroking her through her soft boots. Two more had removed her shirt and were suckling her hardened nipples while she, in turn, squeezed one of their breasts in each hand. A fifth concubine, a tall, voluptuous blonde, whom Jendri knew to be Number Seven, knelt between the monarch's legs, caressing K'Endarra's mound through her as yet unopened pants. She and K'Endarra were smiling at one another the way lovers do, and this was because Number Seven was K'Endarra's favorite. As Jendri watched, Number Seven slowly opened K'Endarra's fine suede trousers, pushing aside her silken underwear to reveal an already-wet bush of thick, dark hair. K'Endarra smiled at her wife and her lovers. She was enjoying herself, as always, among her many women.

“Jendri, come here and support me, my love, while V'Anekka pleasures me."

Jendri excused herself gently to Number Nine and slid into the bed behind K'Endarra, propping her wife's head and shoulders on her thighs and becoming, in effect, a pillow.

K'Endarra sighed. Six women at once! “You may eat me, V'Anekka,” she growled softly, and her favorite's head descended to the royal crotch.

K'Endarra arched to her concubine's mouth, then settled to the mattress again. “Kiss me,” she whispered to Jendri, and Jendri leaned down to comply, caressing the graceful neck of her lord while sucking and nipping at her lips and tongue from above.

A frisson of delight ran through the concubines. Until K'Endarra's marriage, none of them had ever seen kissing, and it excited them tremendously. They crooned and sighed to see the intimacy of the two Queens. Although Asperians didn't kiss in public, the harem was considered private. To see the Monarch and her Consort this way was one of the privileges of being a concubine. Of course, making love to the Queen of Asperia was the greatest privilege of all, but there were other advantages as well. Luxurious accommodations, a healthy stipend, and after the harem, marital and professional opportunities based on intimate association with the Queen. Becoming a concubine was a highly competitive process, and even the losers could always say they had been taken by the Queen of Asperia.

The two concubines at K'Endarra's feet, Eight and Four, were moved to kiss K'Endarra's boots in response to the stimulation, and the two at her breasts, Five and Three, renewed their efforts as well. Nine, One, Six and Two squirmed anxiously, hoping to get a chance to touch and please their lord before the visit was over.

“Aaaahhhh, V'Anekka,” K'Endarra sighed between kisses. “Go inside. I need you there."

V'Anekka, Number Seven, gladly went inside. She lived to be inside her royal lover's canal as often as possible. She had been a concubine for over five years, twice as long as most. Free to leave, she couldn't bring herself to go, nor could K'Endarra make her.

Jendri groaned too as she was molten with need from the constant and intense stimulation of watching other women make love to her wife. Jendri could do nothing but continue to kiss and caress K'Endarra, though, as Consorts did not have concubines. While in the harem, Jendri could receive a massage, have her breasts suckled, even suckle in return if she wished. She could have a bath and enjoy whatever other entertainment the concubines provided in terms of music, dance, food, or games. But the Consort's womanhood was the exclusive property of the Queen Regnant. Nor did the Monarch take the Consort in the presence of others, and even self-stimulation in front of any but Queen K'Endarra was considered inappropriate for the Queen Consort. Therefore Jendri awaited her lord's attentions in private, no matter how long until they were alone again.

Jendri's musk, however, was impossible to ignore, especially for K'Endarra, whose head rested on her consort's thighs. She smiled up at her lovely spouse. “You are stimulated by my pleasure. I shall enjoy it all the more."

“Yes, my love,” Jendri whispered. “Enjoy it for both of us."

K'Endarra's breathing quickened. She gasped, closed her eyes and began to shudder. “Oh, yes, I'm coming. Harder and faster, love. Uh ... oh..."

The room held its collective breath. Then K'Endarra bucked and spilled into Seven's sensuous mouth. K'Endarra roared her approval as she climaxed in the arms of her women, but she pulled back before she was done.

“V'Anekka, get over here in front of me. “T'Eldorna,” she addressed the waiting Number One, “take me from behind."

Quickly the women rearranged themselves, including Jendri, who moved gracefully aside. Spooning herself in behind V'Anekka, K'Endarra entered her vagina from the rear with three fingers and began to pump vigorously.

“Lord K'Endarra,” the desperate concubine gasped, “I beg you, let me touch myself!"

“Unnhhh!” K'Endarra cried out as T'Eldorna's fingers easily slipped into her from the rear. “Of course. By all means,” K'Endarra managed to grunt in agreement, and then she began to undulate to the touch of T'Eldorna's caress of the interior portion of her main clitoris. The woman's touch was at once silken and bold, reaching into the tight, slick tunnel as far as she could to pleasure her Queen.

In front of K'Endarra, V'Anekka groaned and arched, and then her pleasure took her. An Asperian aristocrat, V'Anekka, too, had a main clitoris linked to a fully-developed secondary organ near one of her ovaries. The two worked together to multiply her sensations, and she spilled her climax and her juices into the sheets, screaming, “Oh, gods! I love you, my lord! I love you!"

Technically, such expressions of love for the Queen were forbidden, but K'Endarra understood the effect she had on women, her concubines in particular, who were chosen for their beauty, their empathy with her and their responsiveness. She never admonished or reprimanded any of them, although she could not respond in kind.

Watching, Jendri remembered how such a confession had been wrung from her while in the throes of orgasm when she had been K'Endarra's slave, and K'Endarra had not punished her, either. Jendri knew these expressions of love couldn't be helped, but at the same time, she suspected that the love of V'Anekka, Concubine Seven, went deeper than a spur of the moment cry of happiness. Whenever the Queens left the harem, V'Anekka wept and it touched Jendri because she knew what it was to love K'Endarra with all her heart.

K'Endarra nuzzled the nape of V'Anekka's neck and gently withdrew from her, letting T'Eldorna bring her to a second set of wet, throbbing orgasms which she enjoyed with her face still buried in V'Anekka's hair. K'Endarra licked the back of V'Anekka's neck, her tongue delicately tracing her concubine's flushed skin until V'Anekka lost control and tears spilled down her cheeks. K'Endarra whispered a word or two of reassurance that only V'Anekka could hear. Then she turned and took T'Eldorna from behind with both hands buried in the lovely woman's soaking crotch until she, too, succumbed to ecstasy in K'Endarra's arms, weeping with a happiness that was impossible to ignore.

Jendri lay curled in the bed with the three satisfied women, aching both with the need for her wife's attentions and in sympathy with V'Anekka. Jendri decided in that moment to speak with K'Endarra about the situation as soon as she could.

CHAPTER 4

It was another three hours before they returned to the royal apartments. Jendri threw herself into K'Endarra's arms, kissing her and grinding her aching womanhood against that of her wife's.

“I love how you want me,” K'Endarra murmured into Jendri's thick, dark red hair. The Monarch tenderly conducted the Consort to the bed and arranged her on her back, gently drawing off her champagne silk lounging pajamas.

“Darling, you're soaking wet!” K'Endarra observed with delight. “What will your valet think?"

“That I desire my spouse,” Jendri gritted between clenched teeth. She wanted to grab K'Endarra's head and yank it down into her blazing crotch, but such aggression would have been unthinkable from Jendri to her lord. However, thrusting her hips against K'Endarra was acceptable and Jendri did it, turning at the same time to open K'Endarra's shirt to free her breasts and lick her nipples.

“It has been hours, hasn't it?” K'Endarra reflected. “And you have been so loving and patient while I enjoyed my concubines."

“I love it. I love you. I always want what you want,” Jendri reminded her.

“Theoretically everyone in Asperia should want what I want, but you are among the few who really do,” K'Endarra pointed out.

“You have no idea,” Jendri said honestly. “It is no different for me now than it was when I was your slave."

“That has worked out well,” K'Endarra acknowledged, allowing her slender fingers to tangle in and gently tug at Jendri's thick, delectable bush, now matted with hot juices.

Jendri arched to K'Endarra's touch and cried out in desperation. It seemed her passionate responses to her lover would never lose their intensity, nor did she desire such a thing.

K'Endarra leaned close to Jendri and whispered directly against her lips, “Had you not had a year as a slave yourself, accepting my concubines and sex slaves might have been hard to manage. But you like it, don't you? You enjoy seeing another woman's head between my legs, do you not?"

Jendri's hips jerked at the mental image created by K'Endarra's teasing speculation. “Yes!” she gasped. “I love it! It makes me gush! It makes me want to take you in my mouth, my lord!"

“As well it should,” the Queen declared. Then K'Endarra thrust her tongue into Jendri's eager mouth, and two fingers into Jendri's needy pussy, simultaneously. The Consort's entire body leaped off the mattress to meet this double invasion, and she grunted and groaned as she frantically tried to increase the contact and pressure in both places.

“K'Endarra, my love, more, oh please, touch me, darling.” Jendri's voice shook with the intensity of her desire.

K'Endarra stroked ever so slowly in and out of the bubbling cauldron she had created between her wife's legs. If she didn't pace Jendri, her Consort would explode before either of them had a chance to enjoy the anticipation.

“What is your favorite? Sharing my bed as my concubines pleasure me, or sharing my throne as I use my slaves?” K'Endarra teased.

Jendri's eyes rolled back in her head. “Must I decide now, my lord?” she asked, almost sobbing. “They are both so wonderful! You have no idea how your pleasures thrill me."

“I'll take your word for it,” K'Endarra laughed, having only used the question to stimulate her wife. “You can think it over and respond when you are somewhat more ... coherent."

“My demanding liege,” Jendri whimpered, “I so love to be taken by you."

K'Endarra withdrew her slick, slippery fingers. “Then I will feast on you now, my love, as I take no other woman.” So saying she turned above Jendri to consume the hot honey that was pulsing from her consort's cleft.

Jendri reached up and eagerly fumbled K'Endarra's pants open. There was no way the insatiable Queen could pleasure her wife without becoming extremely aroused and demanding corresponding pleasure for herself. K'Endarra quickly responded by lowering herself to Jendri's mouth, and questing lips and tongues devoured hot pussies steadily for several long, exquisite moments. K'Endarra was careful to hold back her own orgasm until she had brought Jendri to the point of no return, and then she pushed her lover over the edge even as she allowed release to embrace her.

“K'Endarraaaaaaaa!” Jendri shrieked as come and ecstasy burst from her in a fountain. She was waited so long, the pressure had been all but unbearable. Even though she herself was screaming, the climaxing monarch kept her face firmly in Jendri's womanhood, allowing herself to be bathed continuously in hot juices, demanding and receiving repeated orgasms from her spouse. Jendri writhed frantically in the grip of her pleasure, all but overwhelmed by its intensity and K'Endarra's strength and skill. Learning to give head while coming had been new to K'Endarra at the time of their engagement, but in the months that followed she had more than mastered it.

“Oh, darling, darling,” Jendri sighed, gently disengaging K'Endarra's mouth from her utterly satisfied clitoris. “You were wonderful."

K'Endarra rolled over onto her back and pulled Jendri into her arms. “I am so pleased that you await my attentions without jealousy,” she murmured happily, kissing her wife.

“My lord, your pleasure is more to me than my own or even my own life. If there were anything I could change, I would give you more of myself, and I would increase your pleasure with your other women as well."

“You would have me coming in your delectable mouths every waking minute, then,” the Queen teased, her deep brown eyes sparkling with amusement.

“If only that were possible!” Jendri smiled. “In fact, I would give you not only more and better slaves, and more concubines, but more wives,” Jendri said thoughtfully, understanding she was beginning a new and significant journey with that statement.

K'Endarra hooted. “More wives? Do you wish me to die young?"

“I wish you to have more intimacy, more love, more pleasure, more frequently. I think V'Anekka is very much in love with you. Why have you not married her?” Jendri wanted to know.

“Because I married you,” K'Endarra said simply, kissing Jendri's patrician nose.

“But you have known her for years. Why, then, has she not left the harem?” Jendri persisted.

“Mmmm, well, if you must know,” K'Endarra began reluctantly, “I did consider marriage with her. She and I do love each other, and she is of an excellent family, but I dallied. I wasn't ready to be that responsible, as you well know. Then came the war with Obduria, and I fell in love with you, and I couldn't maintain both relationships. I was so smitten with you!” K'Endarra took Jendri's hand and kissed it warmly, a pleasant indication that she was no less smitten at the present.

“Yet you keep her for your pleasure?” Jendri was somewhat distressed.

“At her own request,” K'Endarra elaborated. “I have given her her freedom, she has begged to stay, and I have permitted it."

“She must still love you then, as well,” Jendri thought aloud. “And who can blame her?"

“I should make her leave, but I can't. I care for her,” K'Endarra confessed, somewhat ashamed.

“You may have any number of wives under your laws,” Jendri pointed out. “You could marry her without affecting my status. It would free her from the harem and acknowledge your love, which is undeniable."

“No monarch has had more than one wife for over a hundred years!” K'Endarra protested. Still, she couldn't help but think of what it would be like to have two wives to kiss and bed at once. “Still, she desires me deeply and longs to be kissed,” K'Endarra murmured thoughtfully.

“As did I,” Jendri agreed. “And still do."

“Yes,” K'Endarra nodded, and with that she kissed her wife, and took her again in the act of love. Finally, they slept.

CHAPTER 5

The next night, Jendri and K'Endarra returned to the harem. They had had a long day meeting farmers and judging livestock at a fair, concluding with an outdoor meal and demonstration of folk dancing. K'Endarra had taught Jendri the steps in advance, so that when everyone joined it at the end, the two Queens were able to participate.

Of course dancing with Jendri stimulated K'Endarra so that she was randy as ever by the time they approached the palace after dark. After a word to the Chamberlain, the Queens changed to comfortable clothing and made their way toward the great sealed bronze doors of the harem.

“Have you never spent the night with just V'Anekka?” Jendri inquired as they walked, K'Endarra's arm around her waist.

“Only in the harem, with the curtains closed,” K'Endarra nodded. “While the others lay outside, listening to us. We could hear them whimpering and moaning as we made love. It has been quite a while since we did that."

“I would not mind if you did it again. Her love for you touches me,” Jendri remarked. She had long since accepted that she alone could never meet all of K'Endarra's needs. Furthermore, coming to understand her own need for submission and slavery, Jendri felt only stimulation and joy when K'Endarra took her other women. Jealousy and insecurity were not a problem for Jendri. Her position in K'Endarra's heart was more than guaranteed by their intense year of bonding and their comradeship in battle. Jendri's complete willingness for K'Endarra to enjoy all the women to whom she was entitled did nothing but make K'Endarra love her more.

K'Endarra sighed, stopping to hold her wife close. “Many is the time I came close to kissing her, proposing and taking her. I'm sorry to say I even teased her, to excite her, doing that, getting just this close,” she demonstrated, so Jendri could feel the Queen's breath against her lips. “Then pulling back and making her beg. I wasn't as good to her as I could have been."

“But you can make it up to her, if you wish. You can kiss her now that you are married,” Jendri pointed out with a devilish look.

“But then she couldn't marry anyone else,” K'Endarra countered. “Once you kiss, you are committed for life. I couldn't do that to her."

“I know,” Jendri smiled. “So you would either have to marry her or keep her as your concubine for life."

“Am I too much for you, that you want me to take another wife to relieve the demands made upon you?” K'Endarra joked.

“I wish only to relieve your needs and give you pleasure,” Jendri said truthfully. She did have one other reason, but she was not ready to share it with K'Endarra yet. Jendri hoped for an audience for their pleasures. While no concubine could be privy to the intimacy of the two Queens, an additional wife in the Monarch's bed would necessarily see and participate.

“You do an admirable job of providing pleasure, in advising me, and in administering the realm with me,” K'Endarra said, stopping before the huge harem door and taking Jendri's hands in her own. “My life could not be any more perfect than it is right now.” And since no one else was present, K'Endarra took Jendri's face in her hands and tenderly kissed her.

“Mmm ... ah ... oh, K'Endarra,” Jendri sighed. She could have stood there kissing for an hour, but K'Endarra could not. She was too far aroused to wait any longer.

“Come, my love,” K'Endarra invited, taking Jendri's hand, as she dialed the combination. “I have something special in mind for this evening."

But the concubines, too, had something special in mind. The moment the two queens entered the harem, the lights went down and they were led in the dark to a pile of pillows. K'Endarra frequently played along with their little games and surprises and offered no resistance. When the lights went up, the concubines, arrayed in little but silken wisps, treated their lord and her consort to a display of Obdurian erotic dancing, something only Jendri had seen before, and not since the annexation of her former homeland.

“Oh, my!” Jendri said, clapping delightedly when it was over. “Thank you all very much!” In fact, women of her country almost never saw this dancing, because it was considered inappropriate in archaic Obduria, but as a soldier and especially a commanding officer, Jendri was routinely treated as male and consequently had seen everything. And as she had always been aroused by such displays of nearly naked, undulating woman-flesh before, she was equally aroused now, as was her wife, the Queen Regnant. The intensity of their combined musk as they say side by side on the pillows was intoxicating.

“Where is Number Eight?” K'Endarra muttered, her vision somewhat clouded by a red haze of lust. “Eat me, woman,” she commanded, spreading her legs wide.

The tall, buxom redhead dove right in, freeing her Queen's heated genitalia for a feast. K'Endarra yanked Jendri to her and kissed her wildly until she exploded in a searing orgasm under the tongue of her eager young lover. “Oh, gods! You must perform that dance for us again sometime,” she decreed when she had recovered somewhat. “And now, One, bring the stools and I will reward you and Eight, here."

The stools. Jendri knew what that meant.

“Oh, and let's have those lovely Osterlander dildoes, the ones Queen Julia provided,” K'Endarra went on. “Each of you put one in, kneel and don't move.” She turned to her royal spouse. “Jendri, would you like one?"

It was diabolical. Jendri couldn't be touched or masturbate in the harem, but she could certainly hold a dildo in her aching pussy while the Monarch tortured her other women, pleasured them, and then came as much as she wished herself!

Jendri could not have refused even if she wanted to, not only because to do so would have been rude, but because she very much wanted one of those Osterlander dildoes inside her spasming love channel. “Yes, please, my lord,” she managed to croak.

The brown-haired and gentle Concubine Number Two handed the dildoes out while the Queen situated herself in a large, throne-like chair. Number One brought the two leather footstools and K'Endarra planted one boot firmly on each of them.

Each of the remaining seven concubines slid an Osterlander dildo inside her, precipitating a chorus of little gasps and sighs. An Osterlander dildo wasn't just any dildo. It was a hand-polished piece of natural wood complete with knots and other irregularities. When inserted to an individual's personal preferences the resulting sensations were amazingly intense. All the other concubines including the beloved Number Seven knelt in a semi-circle while Jendri moved to a comfortable lounge which was her place of repose in the harem when she wasn't in bed with K'Endarra.

At K'Endarra's invitation, Concubines Number Eight and One knelt over each of her boots, and at her nod, they grasped her legs behind her knees and began to rock, dreamy, contented expressions stealing over their faces. K'Endarra looked over at her wife and winked. This had been Jendri's special pleasure before their marriage, and although Jendri could no longer indulge, K'Endarra enjoyed stimulating her with occasional demonstrations.

Very quickly, Numbers Eight and One were highly aroused. They slid up and down, back and forth over the high, shiny black riding boots K'Endarra favored, coating them thickly with their sweet honey. Jendri looked at the slickness in which they rubbed themselves, and licked her lips greedily. How she would love to kneel before K'Endarra and lick her boots clean after the concubines came! Yet it was forbidden her as Consort. So much that she used to adore was off-limits to her, and sometimes Jendri thought it might drive her mad with needs that could never be fulfilled. And did K'Endarra even begin to understand? Jendri wasn't at all sure.

Pushing those thoughts aside, Jendri reached beneath the folds of her gown and adjusted the dildo lodged deep within her. She was able to get one knobby bump right against her g-spot, and so was able to give herself a good, hard jolt of pre-orgasmic delight with it whenever she wanted, although she had to be careful not to come. K'Endarra didn't have to allow her a dildo at all, but clearly, she trusted her spouse to control herself and enjoy herself vicariously by observing her lord's pleasure. By cooperating, Jendri insured her own release later, in private, in K'Endarra's arms. All that was well and good, but Jendri couldn't help shuddering with desire as she watched the two lucky concubines approach climax.

Jendri was not alone in her desire to be more than a spectator. All the kneeling concubines were swaying now, moaning softly and fiddling with their dildoes to gain the maximum sensation without achieving unauthorized climax. K'Endarra was quite indulgent with her women, permitting them to pleasure themselves and one another in her absence. But in her presence, she expected all of their attention to be focused upon her and her pleasure, and rightly so.

K'Endarra looked down at her captive audience, luxuriating in the feel of hot cunts through her supple footwear. She looked at V'Anekka, Number Seven, and ordered, “Seven, lick me out. You other two, pay attention so that all three of us come at once. If either of you comes before I do, I'll paddle both of your pretty round bottoms."

The two rocking concubines exchanged desperate looks. They were already quite far along. Now they would have to suppress their pleasure until the Queen caught up to them in arousal. However, they were granted a short reprieve because they had to get up and move the stools farther apart to accommodate Seven, who had to kneel between K'Endarra's widespread thighs. Soon, however, they were forced to apply themselves again to the shiny, wet leather, and stimulate themselves until they came at the Queen's feet.

Number Seven, realizing the predicament of her sister concubines, lost no time in giving the Queen what she demanded. Watching Seven's pretty blond head bob up and down in her wife's crotch, Jendri was reminded of K'Endarra's recent observation, that her consort delighted in the spectacle of her lord coming in the mouth of another woman, and she almost lost control, reaching for her own clit. But she realized the danger in time and tore her fingers away. You'll come soon enough, Jendri reminded herself sternly, and your pleasure belongs to K'Endarra alone. Still the pressure in her groin built steadily as she watched her wife writhing in her chair, the concubines writhing on K'Endarra's boots, and everyone else writhing on their knees as they awaited the simultaneous triple climax K'Endarra had required. More than once a desperate concubine gasped or moaned aloud as she ached for release and forced herself to suppress the orgasm that waited, trapped in her throbbing clit.

Finally, K'Endarra groaned with ecstasy, as her own climax built toward its usual pyrotechnic conclusion. Weighted by the women who rode her boots, K'Endarra grasped the arms of the chair and thrust hard against V'Anekka's pretty face, and burst into screams as hot, stabbing orgasms overtook her. The boot-humping concubines released their own pleasure onto their lord's boots and soon collapsed on the floor, grinding their fists into their crotches. The surrounding concubines and Jendri panted hard with need, not knowing if and when K'Endarra would release them, too.

But K'Endarra had not inherited the title “the Merciless,” she had earned it. Grinning at the seven unsatisfied concubines, she pushed V'Anekka's head out of her crotch and ordered, “Exchange dildoes with one another, and lick them clean.” She then realized she had an odd number of concubines. “Seven, crawl over to my Consort and exchange with her."

Jendri barely managed to restrain herself from gasping aloud. It was unprecedented, but certainly not prohibited.

Obediently, V'Anekka arrived at the foot of the lounge and removed her Osterlander dildo, now dripping with her hot sweetness. Holding it out to Jendri, she and the Consort locked eyes, and something passed between them. Quickly, Jendri offered V'Anekka her own dildo, and took the one she was given.

It was heavenly. The taste of a woman's moisture had always pleased and excited Jendri, and it was no different this time. All of the women were immediately captivated by K'Endarra's exercise and devoted themselves to cleaning the wooden sex toys quite thoroughly, until the Queen had to laugh aloud at the rapt looks on their faces. They looked like children surprised with some exotic confection.

“Seven, come here. I shall reward you, my sweet,” she patted her lap and her favorite rose and ran to her, smiling happily as the Monarch pulled her special concubine onto her lap. “Come for me now, love,” K'Endarra whispered huskily to Seven, and she slid her hand between V'Anekka's legs, making the younger woman cry out with need.

Seven buried her face in K'Endarra's shoulder and sighed as her lord's fingers slid inside her, a thumb firmly in control of her clit. “Oh, yes, please, my lord, I want you so much,” she moaned, and almost immediately she began to tremble as K'Endarra lost no time making good on her promise.

“I want your pleasure,” K'Endarra crooned to her. “Give it to me, V'Anekka, my love. All of it, right now. I command you to come,” she teased, as if V'Anekka would have preferred not to.

Almost immediately V'Anekka began to buck and jerk in K'Endarra's grasp. “Oh, please,” she moaned, “Please please please ... PLEEEEEEEASE!” she screeched as she came, and as she drenched K'Endarra with her fluids. “I love you,” she whimpered. “I love you so, Lord K'Endarra,” she sobbed as K'Endarra rocked her and brought her gently down.

“Shhh, darling, I know you do. I know,” K'Endarra acknowledged. Jendri was right. Something had to be done, but she would think about it later. Jendri's distinctive Obdurian musk proclaimed that her wife was greatly aroused, and the needs of the Consort were now paramount.

K'Endarra looked down at the Concubines Eight and One. “Lick my boots clean, you two, so I can take my wife home.” She grinned as they got to their knees and quickly applied themselves to the boots opposite the ones they had come on, so that they, too, could taste each other. The Queen Regnant glanced over at her Consort and waggled her eyebrows. K'Endarra wanted a faceful of Jendri's honey. And as V'Anekka now knew, there was no other quite like it.

Jendri heaved a sigh of relief as K'Endarra rose and carried V'Anekka to her own room and tucked her into bed. In mere minutes her needs would be met, and they could discuss the evening's delights, and sleep in one another's arms.

CHAPTER 6

It was exactly as Jendri had hoped. Less than five minutes after returning to their own bed, she was all but crushed under K'Endarra the Mighty and Magnificent, who then had her way with her, making a meal of her womanhood and reducing her to screams of joy. Jendri was a strong woman by Obdurian standards, but by Asperian standards, barely above average. K'Endarra was an amazon with a most spectacular physique, and if she wanted to hold Jendri down, all it took was a strong arm and a nip or two of her savage white teeth. Jendri lay compliant and submissive beneath her wife, reveling in the assault she had earned.

But why, then was it never enough?

* * * *

The very next day, left to her own devices, Jendri set about seeing to her own needs. As soon as K'Endarra departed to inspect her Royal Marines, an activity that would take at least an hour, Jendri crept into K'Endarra's uniform closet, the very one she had organized herself, early in the days of her slavery.

Once Julia of the Osterlanders had set her straight, Jendri had transformed K'Endarra's entire wardrobe and living quarters. She had induced her lord to dress properly, even if she had to change clothes several times a day. Jendri had dug out underwear and kept everything clean and mended. The rooms were properly aired, the bed linens kept fresh, and the Queen's valets now had a full day's work to do for the first time in a decade. It was no longer Jendri's job, although she had had to train them. Now she envied them their servitude and contact with the Queen's many leather items, gloves, boots, shoes, jackets and more. Here in the closet, when the valets were busy elsewhere, was her only chance.

Safe from prying eyes, Jendri took her prize to the rear of the closet. She held the high, shiny boot in her hands, almost breathless with anticipation. She kissed it, caressed it, holding it to her cheek. Finally, she slid it between her legs and began to rock...

“Jendri, my love! I'm back!"

Jendri's eyes flew open. She had fallen asleep and now she was trapped in K'Endarra's closet with no way out and no explanation! If nothing else, she was spared the agony of a long wait. Almost instantly the closet door flew open, releasing the heavy smell of recent sexual activity. K'Endarra's keen nose twitched.

“What in all the temples of ... Jendri!"

There was no way to hide what she had been doing. Jendri struggled to her feet and stood before her wife, eyes cast down, cheeks red with shame. “K'Endarra, I ... I'm sorry."

K'Endarra gaped at Jendri, who stood silently waiting for judgement.

“What is that?” The Queen demanded imperiously. “Give it to me.” She held out her hand.

With a resigned sigh, Jendri handed her the boot. Dressed today in the uniform of a Marine general, which included thigh-high boots, saber, a red-cutaway coat and buff breeches, K'Endarra had had no need for her usual knee-high riding boots.

“What is this ... addiction to my boots!” K'Endarra cried, throwing it across the room. “Have you no concept whatsoever of what it is to be royal?"

Jendri began to cry. “It ... it has been so long, my lord. You never ... let me come on them anymore. It was too much, last night. I just needed it. I need it, once in a while."

“Did you not come to my tongue until you were in a stupor last night? That is how I remember it!” K'Endarra raged.

“Yes, but—"

“No more! I will teach you a lesson you will never forget! And you will not betray to anyone who watches that this is a punishment! You will treat it as one of our little games, you will observe, listen and learn, and you will never defy me in such a manner again. Come! We will go to the harem immediately."

“Let me dress,” Jendri pleaded.

“Yes, do,” K'Endarra ordered. “I will not parade this shame around the palace for others to see and smirk at. But by the gods, Jendri, when we are done, you will wish never to see me in boots again.” And so saying, she threw her coat aside and opened her high collar, but left her sword-belt and the rest of her uniform on.

Jendri hastened to obey her lord, putting on a flowing peach gown and the proper shoes for day wear outside their apartments. She ran to the bathroom to clean up.

K'Endarra offered her arm to her wife, chivalrous as ever despite her anger. “Come, my love. Angry as I may be, you are still my beloved wife. Hold your head up and smile. You will thank me for this when it is over."

“Yes, my lord,” Jendri agreed, frightened and subdued. She did not dare look up into K'Endarra's eyes, and therefore she missed the twinkle of amusement that danced there for an instant.

Once again the concubines were ready, and this time they seemed appropriately subdued, as if they knew something was different. K'Endarra gave them no clue as to her motives, but she did have an announcement.

“Today I inspected my personal Marine detachment, and can you guess what I found there?” she demanded, walking down the line of kneeling concubines.

Wisely, not one of them answered. They shook their heads and said nothing.

Her Majesty faced about and went on, “I found that despite their flawless inspection and performance records, they are still in need of regular discipline, so I put them through the obstacle course, twice! Some of them could not finish, and they will be given extra duty. It made me think, are my concubines getting soft? Do they perhaps need discipline, too?"

Again, the Queen received no answer. She smiled. “Let's apply some discipline to your nice, firm fannies, shall we? Everyone strip and take your places around my bed. Backsides in the air, ladies. Hop to it!"

In a flurry, the women jumped up and arranged themselves as ordered, faces down against the mattress, bottoms in the air, including the delectable Number Seven.

“Here are the rules,” K'Endarra began. “You may cry out, you may weep, you may beseech the gods, but if you beg me for mercy, or leave your place, you will get double the original number of strokes.” As she spoke, she removed her sword-belt and slid the sword off the end, leaving her with a thick, wide leather strap in her capable hands.

Jendri thought K'Endarra looked magnificent as she stormed about the room in her high boots, slicing the air with her belt. “Darling, hold my sword, would you?” K'Endarra addressed her wife, handing it over. “Let's see how these spoiled creatures hold up, all right?"

Jendri nodded and swallowed. These young women were receiving the punishment she deserved. It was all she could do not to beg her lord to take it out on her in their presence, but such an act would only make it worse for everyone. Jendri held her peace.

The first three strokes fell on Number Nine's bottom. She arched and sucked in air through her teeth, but she did not cry out. K'Endarra nodded approval. “Very good,” she murmured, “and a lovely shade, too. You please me, Nine."

The belt whistled again, and Four took her swats, “Ah! Gods, my lord!” she moaned, but she, too, endured.

K'Endarra smiled. “You are stronger than I thought,” she said, moving on.

Next was Number Seven, and although she was about to be disciplined, she dared to look her Queen in the eye and smile. K'Endarra winked, but she let fly all the same. Seven waved her ass in her lord's face as if begging for more, but K'Endarra stopped after three swipes. “Yes, you take it well. I remember.” She gave her favorite's rosy bottom a gentle caress, and Jendri saw the younger woman shudder.

Two was already in tears. She had never taken a beating and before the third stroke fell, she wept, “Please, stop! I can't take it!"

“What a shame!” K'Endarra said as she delivered the third wallop. “Now you must have three more, unless someone volunteers to take them for you."

“I will, my lord,” V'Anekka said immediately.

K'Endarra grinned. “I thought so. Two, I trust you will find a way to thank your colleague here for accepting double punishment on your behalf. Now, go to your room. Dismissed."

The frightened young woman did not have to be told twice. She stopped long enough to kneel and kiss K'Endarra's high boots, and then she was gone.

“Very well, Seven, as per your request,” K'Endarra said casually, and she gave her favorite three more.

V'Anekka all but sighed as they fell. “Thank you, my lord,” she whispered.

“My pleasure, I assure you,” K'Endarra replied smoothly.

The Queen Regnant moved on to the next concubine, and the next, but in truth it was Jendri who suffered the tortures of the damned. Not only did she feel extraordinary guilt for putting the concubines through this, but she envied them their experience at the business end of K'Endarra's belt. Jendri's quim quivered with hunger as she watched the blows land. And although some of the young women cried or wept, some of them were clearly enjoying it. From her vantage point, Jendri saw clear moisture between V'Anekka's legs, and her anticipation of each blow as well. V'Anekka's sighs of contentment as she received discipline were unmistakable.

Between concubines, K'Endarra glanced over at Jendri and licked her lips. She was excited by this exercise and wanted her Consort to know it. Jendri returned her gaze with a sultry look, and slid her hand under her skirt. She wanted her lord to know that she was excited and willing to take punishment, too.

At that, K'Endarra smiled broadly at Jendri, relaxing and no longer quite as angry as she had been. Nevertheless she went on. “Now, we still have eight concubines here. I wonder if any more can be eliminated. My lord Consort, bring me my sword and take this belt. A sheathed sword makes an excellent paddle. Three more each, and if you survive this round, there will be a reward."

Jendri gave the Queen her sword and took the belt, which was still warm from use. Handling it make Jendri tremble. She watched as K'Endarra took an experimental swipe or two with her sword, and then Number Nine groaned as it landed on her backside with a loud crack, three times in succession.

“Ah, my lord and Queen,” the woman sighed. It was attention from her lover and not to be despised regardless of the pain.

“You love my touch no matter what,” K'Endarra stated matter-of-factly, moving on to the next woman and the next.

Only one concubine was eliminated by this second round, the shy Number One, who ran to Jendri for comfort. Jendri held her and rubbed the reddened backside. “She is not really angry with you,” Jendri whispered. “Have no fear."

Number Seven quickly volunteered to take the extra blows that One had earned, and K'Endarra was equally quick to oblige her. With each blow, Seven gasped and panted with need, and K'Endarra smiled to see it. Seven would be more than amply rewarded for her eagerness.

“Good!” K'Endarra laughed when the remaining seven concubines had accepted their two rounds of discipline. “One, run get the stools for me, quickly now."

“Your Majesty,” K'Endarra addressed Jendri, “take this sword and assume your place on the couch where you can enjoy the view. And send One to get Two out of her room. I want her to know what she's missing."

In the meantime, the other concubines crept to K'Endarra's feet and stroked her boots, eager to please her now that she was done with their discipline. K'Endarra leaned down to pat their glossy heads. “All in good time, I promise. You have earned your rewards. Ah, there's Two. You and One go and sit with my Consort. The rest of you, all but Seven, pair up."

The remaining six concubines arranged themselves in pairs, and K'Endarra sat down and pointed to her boots. The first two, Four and Six knelt gracefully and reached out to grip K'Endarra's legs and began to take their rewards.

K'Endarra leaned back and relaxed, watching the others fidget as they awaited their turns. “V'Anekka, my sweet, bring me some wine,” she murmured, and when Seven brought it on her knees beside K'Endarra's chair, K'Endarra stroked her favorite's face. “I will take you alone, later,” the Queen promised.

From where Jendri reclined with One and Two, she could see between K'Endarra's legs all the way to her crotch, and it was already stained dark with the juices that had begun to flow as she whipped her concubines. Jendri herself spurted with desire, just thinking of putting her face between those powerful legs, and taking her wife's pleasure in her mouth. But that was not to be, not this afternoon.

As Jendri watched the first two concubines come simultaneously, groaning and crying, she herself squirmed in her place, hot and needy, and the two disgraced concubines, she noticed, were clenching their fists. Two was whimpering. K'Endarra would not allow them to come before she left the harem, nor would she touch them. And since K'Endarra had promised Seven that they would be alone together, the Queens’ departure was a long way off. Both Jendri and the concubines who did not pass K'Endarra's test had a very hard session ahead of them. K'Endarra well knew how her pleasures stimulated other women, which was fine if the Queen had immediate intentions of relieving her lovers’ needs. If she did not, the torture of seeing all the others come was exquisite.

Greedily, Jendri watched through slitted eyes as the first two concubines licked each other's juices off K'Endarra's boots. She could almost feel her own tongue sliding over the hot, moist leather. She could all but feel the smoothness in her crotch. It was that very day that she had enjoyed that same sensation herself, but without the strong leg of the Queen to hold onto and thrust up into her crotch. She stifled a sob of need. K'Endarra had no idea of the pain this deprivation caused her.

Looking up again, she saw the next two concubines in place, and she also saw that K'Endarra's breathing was rapid and irregular. By now she would have come several times already, but she was apparently saving herself for Seven. Suddenly she reached for the second pair, who rode her boots, and jerked them back and forth hard, causing them to climax almost instantly. Evidently the Queen was running out of patience. But she still gave them a chance to give her the proper obeisance by ritually cleaning her boots with their tongues.

“Hurry up, you two,” K'Endarra ordered the last pair. “I wish to take my favorite. One and Two, draw the curtains on my bed, if you please. When Three and Eight are done, you will lick my boots for them."

She held out her hands for the last pair and holding them down, drove her boots into their crotches. “Please, please, my lord!” Eight screamed. “Oh, gods,” she panted. “I'm coming!"

Grinning, K'Endarra sped up, using their weight as a counterbalance to hold herself in place. Three's eyes were shut as she held on as if for dear life, and then they both exploded, writhing on the floor before their lord the Queen. Cautiously, One and Two left Jendri and crept over to lick K'Endarra's boots.

“Have you learned your lesson?” The Queen growled, looking down at their bent heads as their eager tongues polished her leather.

Both young women groaned affirmatively, finding the heat in their bellies and cunts far worse than the pain of a few strokes of the Queen's sword-belt.

“Excellent. Stand up,” K'Endarra ordered, and when both young women obeyed, trembling, K'Endarra rose, embraced each of them and stroked their pussies lightly. “Next time,” she promised. “And after I leave, you are to pleasure Seven as much as she wants, and not come until she gives permission. Is that understood?"

“Yes, Ma'am,” they answered together.

“Run along. V'Anekka, Jendri, to bed. Eight, bring me a double-headed dildo, a strap-on and an Osterlander.” She watched her wife and her favorite disappear behind the curtains, and accepted the toys from Eight who retreated with a bow. Then K'Endarra stepped inside the enclosure to take pleasure with V'Anekka in the presence of her wife.

CHAPTER 7

Once they were in relative privacy, K'Endarra sat down on the edge of the bed next to her wife, leaned over with one hand on Jendri's mons, and kissed her deeply.

Jendri gasped and pushed up into her wife's touch. Although she knew K'Endarra wouldn't release her from the bonds of desire in which she now suffered agonies, Jendri longed for anything she could get, even though it led nowhere.

Without breaking their kiss, K'Endarra removed her shirt, handing it behind her to V'Anekka, who tossed it out of the enclosure. Fresh clothing would be provided for the Queens before their return to the apartments below. K'Endarra pushed Jendri's gown off her shoulders, and pulled her free of it and her undergarments, which by now were soaked with hot lubricants and sweat. K'Endarra opened her pants, both pairs, parted Jendri's legs, and climbed on top of her wife with her boots and trousers still on. She then began a slow rhythmic thrusting, mound to aching mound, until Jendri cried out and raked her nails down K'Endarra's back, thrusting up mightily against her dominant lover.

V'Anekka wondered if she were about to see the intimacy between the two Queens that no mortal had ever seen, and she wondered what sort of precarious position that might put her in, to see the ultimate of all forbidden activities. She wanted to avert her eyes, but that would have been an affront, and so she saw Jendri's nails carve into the rippling muscles of the Queen's back, and she gasped at the level of passion that act proclaimed. V'Anekka's juices ran freely, unheeded down her legs as she waited to touch K'Endarra and be touched by her, as had been promised.

At Jendri's cry, K'Endarra stopped abruptly, pulled back and held up the Osterlander dildo. “Insert this in your vagina, if you please,” she ordered softly.

Jendri took it, reached boldly between K'Endarra's legs for her juices, and thoroughly oiled the heavy wooden dildo. With her eyes on K'Endarra's, Jendri impaled herself, forcibly, to the base of the toy, arching into it with a gasp of pleasure, until it all but disappeared.

K'Endarra nodded. “Excellent.” Then she took the double-headed dildo, turned from Jendri and inserted one end into herself.

“V'Anekka,” she gestured, and the concubine turned her backside to her lord.

Kneeling behind and between the legs of her concubine, K'Endarra guided the other end into V'Anekka until the younger woman bucked, arched and groaned against K'Endarra. K'Endarra caught V'Anekka's arms and guided her hands to the headboard, ordering. “Keep them where I can see them. I do not wish you to touch yourself yet. I will come, and then I will pleasure you."

V'Anekka gasped, “Yes, yes, my lord.” She leaned forward and braced herself, knowing the strength of her lover would knock her over if she did not.

“Jendri, get behind me. Get up on your knees, hold me around the waist and ride with me as I take V'Anekka. I want to feel your belly tight against my ass. Understand?"

“Yes, my love,” Jendri agreed. Her bare legs straddled K'Endarra's high boots, and she almost swooned at the sensation.

“Good. Move with me,” K'Endarra ordered, and then she leaned into V'Anekka and began to thrust, slowly, steadily, building up speed as both women attached to her began to moan with pleasure and envy.

“Oh, V'Anekka, V'Anekka, my darling,” K'Endarra groaned, cupping the concubine's breasts. “I can't wait, I've waited too long already. Forgive me,” K'Endarra gasped as her body jerked with spasms of need.

“Please give me your come, my lord,” V'Anekka begged. “I live for your pleasure alone.” The dildo felt enormous inside her. She wanted to come, but unless K'Endarra kept it in her a lot longer, or one of them stroked her clit, she would not be able to climax before K'Endarra did. V'Anekka pushed back to meet K'Endarra's thrusts, and in only another moment, she was rewarded with K'Endarra's cries of pleasure as she spent herself against the lovely, rounded cheeks of her ass.

Behind her, Jendri also cried out as K'Endarra came. Had K'Endarra taken much longer, Jendri would have come herself, but it was over too quickly, as she was sure K'Endarra knew it would be. She clung to K'Endarra, shuddering so hard her teeth chattered, and she ground them tightly.

Gathering herself, K'Endarra drove into V'Anekka again, getting another climax for herself before pulling away with a conscious effort. “I want more,” she gasped to V'Anekka, “but now I wish to pleasure you at the same time. Lie down on your back.” As she spoke K'Endarra gently slid the two-headed dildo out and took the strap-on from the bed. She lay down between V'Anekka's legs and slid into her, looking at her face with obvious longing. Jendri could see how much they wanted to kiss, and felt a terrible pang. But K'Endarra then buried her face in the long blond hair of her lover. They could not, and would not kiss, certainly not now, perhaps never.

Then K'Endarra instructed, “Jendri, get up on your knees behind me, and put your tongue into me as deeply as you can. Keep it there until V'Anekka and I have finished. I want to feel as if your tongue is licking my clit from the inside."

“Yes, my love,” Jendri said, moving quickly. She parted the cheeks of K'Endarra's ass, and gently, but firmly, entered the puckered anus with her tongue, right up to the root. She then held fast to K'Endarra's hips as she felt her wife begin a much slower, more gentle thrusting into V'Anekka, one that was guaranteed, in time, to make the two of them come together. Jendri was fated to remain where she was, pleasuring her wife's ass, gripping the dildo in her aching pussy, and listening to the ecstatic cries of the lovers as they came repeatedly in each other's arms.

It was going to be a long afternoon, but even so, Jendri felt hopeful. If K'Endarra would take V'Anekka in private over an extended period, in her presence, perhaps, eventually, she could be persuaded to do more.

“Mmmmmmm ... oooohhhhhhhh...” V'Anekka was in serious need now, having borne everyone else's pleasure, save Jendri's, without relief. She locked her legs around K'Endarra's hips and waited for the waves to overwhelm her. It was an eruption from deep inside her, and she expressed her ecstasy in a high, ear-piercing wail. Jendri held tight, trembling uncontrollably as the young concubine came again and again, driving the Queen herself over the edge once more, so that their spasms were simultaneous and mutual. It was clear that the couple had done this many times before, so perfectly synchronized were their movements.

They clung together and let the aftershocks ripple through them, until finally the Queen said to her Consort, “That's enough, love. You may rest now. V'Anekka, remove my boots and trousers, when you are able. I think we are all in need of a nap.” With that, K'Endarra pulled off the strap-on, turned on her back, twined her fingers in Jendri's pubic hair, and went to sleep.

V'Anekka finished undressing the Queen and crawled back into the bed on the other side of K'Endarra and was soon asleep herself. Carefully, Jendri reached for the toys they had been using, and licked them both clean, delighting in the tastes of the two women mingled on her tongue. Then she folded her hands over K'Endarra's and lay back to await her lord's pleasure.

When Jendri awoke, K'Endarra and V'Anekka were on their sides, and K'Endarra was thrusting against V'Anekka from behind. Jendri saw that her wife was using the strap-on again. She turned and embraced K'Endarra from behind, without being told, and the dildo deep within her began to drive her to madness again. Jendri began to moan with need as the other two women approached climax. K'Endarra's hand was over V'Anekka's as she stroked her own clit.

“Together, together now,” K'Endarra whispered to her lover and they moved sinuously, confidently in the bed together, as Jendri learned and copied their rhythm.

When K'Endarra and V'Anekka began to come together, K'Endarra's hips pumped like a pile driver, and Jendri, hard against them, suddenly realized she was coming herself. “Oh, my gods,” she gasped, and then K'Endarra's involuntary bucking in the throes of pleasure forced a climax from her wife. Desperately, Jendri muffled her cries against K'Endarra's back. Jendri wasn't sure V'Anekka could tell she came, but she was certain K'Endarra knew, and she waited to see what response or reprimand she might elicit.

Finally K'Endarra and V'Anekka were done. V'Anekka rose from the bed and brought wet cloths and dry towels for all of them, as well as fresh clothing for her Queens, and humbly dressed them both.

“Keep the dildo in until we return to our apartments,” K'Endarra said smoothly to her wife, and Jendri obeyed nervously.

It was a long walk back down to the third floor, K'Endarra carrying her sword casually in one hand, while Jendri leaned against her on the other side.

K'Endarra smiled at her wife, but said nothing until they were alone again.

“So, are you still so enthralled by my boots?” K'Endarra demanded, dropping into a chair. “Or shall I call my valet?"

“No, my lord, I still find you most pleasing and attractive in boots. Let me serve you,” Jendri requested.

“Then take the dildo out, love,” K'Endarra suggested, stretching out her legs toward her kneeling spouse.

Jendri paused and removed it, releasing a flood of juices down her legs. She looked up at K'Endarra with a raised eyebrow and offered her the dildo.

“Thank you,” K'Endarra managed a straight face. “You came just now, didn't you?"

“You know I did,” Jendri said simply. She removed K'Endarra's boots and hose, then motioned for her wife to rise so she could get her trousers down. “In fact it would have been surprising if I hadn't. I love being forced to wait. I love watching you with your women, I love you in boots. I hate it that you never boot-fuck me anymore. What more can I say?"

K'Endarra looked down at her and felt a twinge of regret. She licked the dildo. “You have the very sweetest pussy,” she murmured thoughtfully. “So, are you saying you did not learn your lesson?

“I am afraid not, my lord. May I draw you a bath?"

“I think you had better. We both need one. And we can continue our little chat,” K'Endarra agreed.

They sank into the hot water together, and K'Endarra picked up the sponge. She drew it slowly over Jendri's smooth skin, making her shiver with delight. “What is it that you really want, my sweet?” K'Endarra whispered.

“I want what we both want, and dare not say, apparently,” Jendri said, taking the sponge and returning the favor. “In fact, I want what we all want."

“Tell me. I promise you, there will be no penalties this time."

Jendri sighed and thought for a moment. “Let me begin with you, my lord. You want V'Anekka. Since you have not given her up, I am forced to conclude you love her. You are in love with both of us, and are attracted to, and entitled to, many more. I want you to have all that you desire."

K'Endarra nodded but said nothing.

“As to V'Anekka, her wants are ridiculously simple. All she wants is you, and in particular, to kiss you. She would do that without marriage, so becoming your Consort would be an unexpected bonus. You could kiss her and keep her in your harem for the rest of her life, but if you kiss her and marry her and she is free to move about and be treated with respect by everyone in the realm."

K'Endarra sighed and looked pensive, absently rubbing Jendri's back as she spoke.

“Finally, there are my needs, K'Endarra. They could easily be met, and we could both enjoy it! Our great love was born from our hierarchical relationship, mistress and slave. The gods only know, but if I had come to you as an equal, or as nearly an equal as a ruling monarch may have, we might never have become lovers. But you crave dominance, I crave submission. I want some form of slavery back in my life. I want to be your slave again."

K'Endarra made a face, “But I have married you! It isn't possible, even if I wanted it!"

“Not in public, of course. Even I do not wish to be beaten, used and humiliated before the court. But I would gladly be your slave in private,” Jendri finished up. “That's all I ask: to be your slave in private."

“And then what does marrying V'Anekka have to do with it?” K'Endarra wanted to know. She rose and handed her wife a towel.

Jendri began to pat and caress K'Endarra dry and as she did so, she explained, “Part of being a slave is being used in front of others. If she were your wife, you could use me in her presence. I would have to share you, wait my turn, and watch you take her in your bed."

“Do you like her well enough not to be jealous? Or would you want to share her with me?” K'Endarra inquired.

“I thought you might share me with her!” Jendri laughed.

“This intrigues me, Jendri. I am not entirely convinced, but I hate for you to be unhappy. If I have made an error, I will correct it. I thought once I made you royal, you would not only leave your slavery, but despise it. But in truth, I, too, enjoy your submission to me. I always have. Now,” she said, taking her wife by the shoulders, “I must work in my study. Do you prefer to work with me, or have you something else to do?"

“I need to visit the library, but I will bring my books upstairs and join you shortly,” Jendri told her spouse. She took K'Endarra's hand and kissed it. “You are a wise and gracious ruler. I will trust your judgment, as I always have."

“I love you, Jendri,” K'Endarra sighed, her cheek against Jendri's hair. “The gods were smiling when they brought us together."

CHAPTER 8

When Jendri entered the study with her arms full of books, K'Endarra was already deep into the ministerial reports from the provinces. Seated in a comfortable chair by the fire, K'Endarra was lovely in a purple dressing gown trimmed with ermine and shot through with gold. Jendri's breath caught in her throat as she watched the play of the firelight across the tawny, royal features. She realized that she was privileged to see the Queen of Asperia as few ever would, serious, immersed in thought, unaware of her own beauty.

Jendri considered her own armchair for a moment, then opted to sink down beside the upholstered footrest that matched K'Endarra's chair instead. Slaves didn't use furniture unless invited or ordered to do so. They didn't read books, either, but Jendri was a Queen and there were limits.

K'Endarra glanced down at her wife, then returned to reading and making notes. Since Jendri was captured in the Obdurian war, K'Endarra had taken a completely different approach to her duties, and now, instead of being feared for her mercurial temper and cruelty, she was feared for the deadly efficient use of her intellect and the depth of her knowledge, which she had learned from watching Jendri's example. Ministers who didn't do their homework before council meetings suffered exile to the catacombs of their own departments, from which they were released only when they demonstrated expertise in their various tasks.

Jendri remembered when K'Endarra's anger had been turned on her. It had happened frequently in the early days of her slavery, but having been tutored by the wiser and more mature Julia, Queen of the Osterlanders, the two women had begun a tentative journey together that culminated in their marriage. The dominion had flourished as never before in K'Endarra's reign.

However, Jendri still desired spanking and cropping by K'Endarra's expert hand. It didn't have to arise from anger or cause serious pain; it was merely a stimulant. Jendri thought fondly of the times she had hung in restraints after discipline, watching the other sex slaves eat K'Endarra, lick her boots and come at her feet. She shuddered. This was no way to accomplish any research!

She shook her head to clear it, then started paging through her books. Asperia was not by any means an egalitarian state, certainly not a democracy, a republic or even a constitutional monarchy. It was an absolute monarchy, and could easily have been called a tyranny under the rule of the formerly capricious and insatiable K'Endarra. Therefore, Jendri reasoned, their tradition might allow for plural or even multiple marriage for those who could afford it or who were powerful enough to demand it. And since K'Endarra, and the noble class, did indeed keep harems, Jendri thought there might be roots of the practice on the nation's antiquity.

“What do you have there, darling?” K'Endarra inquired idly.

“Asperian military history,” Jendri murmured. It was only a partial lie. She wasn't willing to reveal her purpose until her homework was complete.

“I see,” K'Endarra returned to her reports. She was only halfway through a very dull quarterly task.

Jendri did indeed have a book on military history, but it was camouflage for her other interest of the hour, Asperian and Paxverdi marital customs. She soon found something she could use. She marked it and searched further. Relaxed against the ottoman and waiting for K'Endarra to finish her work, she thought dreamily of how their lives would be different if K'Endarra married again.

How many wives, Jendri wondered, might she induce K'Endarra to add? Don't rush her or pressure her, Jendri reminded herself. You have already worked wonders with your lover and friend. Let things develop naturally with a hint or two here and there. Even so, she couldn't help but wonder what it might be like. She had already been in bed with K;Endarra as she took other women, many times. But on those occasions, she could only watch, and caress her wife as she came in the arms of one of her concubines. If only K'Endarra had another wife, Jendri would have an audience for the various ways in which K'Endarra used her.

Would K'Endarra hang her in the rack and make Jendri watch from there while she fucked her second wife? Or would K'Endarra make Jendri ride her boot while both Queen and second consort sat on her double throne? Or might K'Endarra devise a new and original torment appropriate to having two Consorts Royal? Jendri felt herself getting very wet and sighed, a dreamy expression on her face.

“Imagining great battles of yesteryear?” K'Endarra inquired.

“Not anymore. I came across something else,” Jendri told her wife.

“Anything interesting?"

“Well, I think so. Let me find it,” she said, opening one book to a place she had marked. She handed it up to K'Endarra then rose to stand behind her and look over her shoulder. “See, it's one of your ancestors, about two hundred years ago. She had four wives, and this is a drawing of her on her throne with them all around her."

K'Endarra laughed. “Some of these marriages were the result of political alliances, you know. That one there,” she pointed, “is an Osterlander, I believe."

“How funny, since you and Julia have regular sexual relations,” Jendri gave her wife a little poke.

“True. I think intimacy makes it hard to come to political blows.” K'Endarra nodded.

Jendri picked up another book, and turned to a picture of a royal wedding. “About a hundred and fifty years ago, the Queen married her entire harem in a mass wedding. Isn't that pretty?"

“I wouldn't dream of causing such unnecessary expense to the state. Do you know what our wedding cost?” K'Endarra demanded playfully, pulling Jendri into her lap.

“Yes, and I also know there hadn't been a royal wedding in over 50 years,” Jendri retorted.

“Do you take that tone with me?” K'Endarra raised an eyebrow.

“Teach me my place,” Jendri challenged.

K'Endarra sat up straight and bared her teeth in a low, dangerous growl. “How dare you?” she demanded, bending her head to kiss her wife. It was hot, passionate, all-consuming. Fire flared in both groins, and both women moaned aloud, hungrily, giving every sign that they were losing their royal control.

Abruptly K'Endarra pushed Jendri from her lap to the floor. In ecstasy, Jendri rolled over and peppered K'Endarra's bare feet with kisses.

“Wait for me in my bed, Slut!” K'Endarra snapped, and without a further word, she stalked from the room.

Jendri rose from the carpet and scrambled into the bathroom to prepare herself. She panted as if all the hounds of hell were chasing her. Fluids ran down her legs to the floor as she brushed her teeth and dabbed on her finest perfume, K'Endarra's favorite. She flew from the bath chamber into the grand bedroom, flung back the draperies from around the bed, and turned all the covers down. The she sprawled on the foot of the bed on her back, arms over her head and legs wide apart, to await the arrival of her lord and Queen.

She didn't have to wait long. K'Endarra kicked both doors open. Snorting like a dragon in heat, she stood, her long dark hair like the mane of a lion, attired in nothing but her thigh-high boots, and she carried the whip, the very lash she had used to subdue her prisoner, General Jendrickar Verrian, almost two years before.

Jendri looked up at her and gasped, “Oh, K'Endarra!” she cried out, enchanted.

K'Endarra stormed across the room, tossing the lash onto the bed, and leaped upon her wife, forcing Jendri's bare legs wide with her rough boots.

“Impudent Obdurian slut!” she bellowed, and then she bit Jendri's shoulder.

Jendri shrieked with pleasure and pain, clawing at her lover's backside.

“Fuck me! Whip me!” she squealed.

“I'll do both,” K'Endarra roared at her. Grabbing the whip, she settled herself at the head of the bed and spread her legs for her wife, “Eat me! Make me explode on your pretty face, you wanton, shameless hussy. I'll teach you to treat your lord with disrespect,” she snarled.

Jendri crawled between K'Endarra's legs and there found the reward she had been craving, thick globs of honey clear down to the tops of the high boots that embraced her flanks.

K'Endarra rode Jendri's face hard, holding her head down so that she couldn't break contact with the royal crotch. With her other hand, K'Endarra lashed her slave mercilessly as she lapped frantically at the steaming cleft, making Jendri writhe and scream as she struggled to appease this demanding, god-like creature who had suddenly appeared as if out of her wildest and most forbidden dreams.

“Ugggghhhh! Ah—ah—wooo!” Jendri screamed as the lash fell, striping her butt and thighs with deep red welts. She soaked the bedclothes with her own hot juices, and wondered if she might come from just K'Endarra's climaxes and the punishment she received at the end of the whip. It had been so long!

“I'll drown you in my come, you slut, you slave, you whore!” K'Endarra bellowed. “And if you live you'll spend the rest of your life on your knees, begging for mercy!” Then the lash dropped from her hand, and she erupted in a geyser of ecstasy, screaming uncontrollably as Jendri's tongue liberated one orgasm after another from her interconnected pleasure centers. Her bootheels pummeled her Consort's back as she flailed and howled, jerking in endless delightful spasms.

When K'Endarra finally lay still, Jendri extricated herself and slid back. K'Endarra's juices still ran freely from her cleft, down her thighs and over the tops of the high boots, and Jendri began to feast on them, loving the texture of the leather mixed with the pleasure of her liege. She throbbed, her clit hugely swollen as she waited K'Endarra's attentions. Or not, as slaves had no orgasmic rights whatsoever. But at the moment, Jendri didn't really came if she didn't come for a week, a month or a year; she had been taken and used as a slave once again, and a tremendous weight was lifted from her heart.

“Jendri,” K'Endarra whispered.

“My lord?” Jendri smiled.

“Let me see your back,” K'Endarra ordered softly.

Jendri sat up and turned around to display herself to her wife.

K'Endarra ran expert fingers over her handiwork, and Jendri shuddered.

“Oh, my. You won't be able to go to the harem for a week. I don't want anyone else seeing this. It's lovely,” K'Endarra remarked.

“I can go and remain clothed, or I can wait elsewhere while you take your concubines. I don't mind,” Jendri said, turning to take K'Endarra's hand and kiss it. She looked at K'Endarra's flushed face, and tears of love sprang into her eyes. “I love you so much, my lord and Queen."

“Come here,” K'Endarra invited, pulling Jendri on top of her. She didn't hesitate to put Jendri over on her bruised and beaten back to take her roughly, but she wanted to give Jendri what she truly desired, and deserved, above all else. In fact, as they kissed deeply, hotly, K'Endarra kneaded the cheeks of Jendri's ass, adding more pain on top of the welts she had been glad to give her already.

Jendri groaned and writhed. “Fuck me, my lord,” she begged. “I don't care if you let me come, but fuck me, take me, please."

“Let us see if you come or not,” K'Endarra snarled. “Slide down,” she said, giving Jendri a shove and bringing her leg up. Thus Jendri's twat was forced hard against the instep of the rough military boot she had been licking.

Jendri arched in agony. “Oh, please, boot-fuck me, K'Endarra. Please let me feel your leather in my pussy."

“Lie still. If you move,” K'Endarra threatened, “You'll sleep on the floor in restraints so you can't touch yourself."

Jendri steadied herself with her hands flat against the mattress and balanced herself over K'Endarra's leg, and she waited, her face against K'Endarra's fragrant, sweaty groin. K'Endarra gripped Jendri's shoulders and held her down hard, and then she began to move her booted foot ever so slightly back and forth, teasing her wife cruelly.

“You'd love to come, wouldn't you? You'd die for it.” She could feel Jendri's hot cunt caressing her boot, as her wife struggled to hold still. The muscles in Jendri's crotch leaped and jerked involuntarily at the stimulation she had craved for so long.

“Ahhhhh, oh, my lord,” Jendri sighed. “Just your leather against my clit is more than enough."

“Is it?” K'Endarra stopped moving her foot. “Then I forbid you to come. Just lay there and enjoy what I have given you. My pleasure should be enough for both of us, should it not?"

“It is,” Jendri agreed instantly. She kissed K'Endarra's satiny skin and concentrated on the boot between her legs, longing to come, but thrilled just to be where she was.

“Good.” The Queen began to move her foot again, tantalizingly slowly. “Do not come, I warn you, or I will forbid you to climax for a week."

“I will ... control myself, lord Queen,” Jendri promised, groaning as she struggled. Already she could feel the pressure building inside her. “K'Endarra, I love you so much. I adore you,” she sighed.

“Caress me, you slut, as I torture you. Perhaps I will come again, since you may not."

“Yes, my love, let me feel you come,” Jendri begged, and she slid her hand up and began to rub K'Endarra's slit, which, in turn, began to ooze hot moisture again.

“Mmmm, yes, I will come for you, Slut. Get off my boot and eat me!” K'Endarra snapped, and Jendri slid off and down onto her stomach on the bed, feasting greedily on K'Endarra's womanhood, on her juices and finally, on her orgasms as she came again and again, filling her wife's mouth with her pleasure, and her ears with her shouts of release.

When K'Endarra had finished coming again, she looked down at her wife. “I have had enough. Lick my come and your juices off my boots, slave,” she grinned. “Then you can put them out for the valet, and sleep at my feet, so that I have you handy for my use again in the morning."

“Yes, merciful lord and Queen,” Jendri sighed. She knew as she polished the leather with her tongue that would burn all night long, and she was overjoyed.

“One more thing,” K'Endarra said when Jendri came back to bed. She held up the whip, then reversed it and slid the handle into Jendri's pussy. “Keep this warm for me.” She grinned as Jendri's head jerked back at the invasion.

“Yes, I like this very much, Slut. Sleep well.” She patted Jendri's butt, turned over and went to sleep.

Jendri loosened the bedclothes and slid in against K'Endarra's feet, her vagina twitching around the handle of the lash. She shuddered with need, but had no complaints. Her dreams were coming true.

CHAPTER 9

In the morning, Jendri awakened K'Endarra with oral sex as she had when she was a slave. When the Queen was done coming, and was still laughing with delight, she turned Jendri on her stomach in the bed, and butt-fucked her with the handle of the whip until she screamed for mercy.

“Mercy? As in stop drilling you, or as in let you come?” K'Endarra demanded.

Jendri made unintelligible noises, leaving K'Endarra to figure it out for herself.

“Very well,” K'Endarra responded, and while continuing to twist and turn the lash handle in Jendri's anus, she reached under her and began to tease and pinch her agonized clit.

With a whoop, Jendri bellowed and came in her wife's arms, screaming her name and writhing as if in the most incredible agony. It felt as if K'Endarra had yanked the little nubbin, so puny by Asperian standards, right off.

“Thank you, my love! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Jendri shouted, and then the Queen's mouth descended to the Consort's sex, and lovingly and gently brought her off several more times, until Jendri had to beg her lover to stop.

“Bathe, dress and join me for breakfast in the dining room,” K'Endarra ordered. “I wish to discuss something with you as soon as possible."

“Yes, my lord,” Jendri agreed with a lovely and satisfied smile. She rose from the bed, kissed her wife goodbye for the moment, and went next door.

When the Queens sat down to eat, K'Endarra still wore only a dressing gown. “I wish you to help me choose what to wear,” she explained as servants poured coffee and filled their plates.

K'Endarra waited until Jendri had been served and nodded to the butler, “Dismissed."

As they ate, K'Endarra began, “With your permission, and only with your permission, I will ask V'Anekka for her hand in marriage."

Jendri gasped. “When? Today? Now?"

“Very soon. But do you agree? If not, I will not, I cannot, do it."

“Oh, yes, my lord. I just thought ... it would take me longer to convince you,” Jendri explained. “Yes, today, by all means. Ask her!"

“I intend to ask no other, ever, again,” K'Endarra went on. “And I do this only at your request and in light of the lengthy relationship she and I already share. You seem so certain that it is necessary."

“And you do not?” Jendri inquired, buttering toast.

“I greatly desire V'Anekka, and I enjoy her in my bed as I do no other but you. But understand, Jendri, you are the great love of my life, and I do this more for you than for myself. It is a gift to you, my response to your request to permit your slavery, more so than for her or for me. I will take her as my wife so that when we both want it, you can enjoy being my slave. Not,” she finished with a sly smile, “that I don't enjoy it as well."

“You enjoyed me as your slave last night, that was obvious,” Jendri confirmed, “as I enjoyed it, and as I enjoy the marks you gave me."

“Are you sore?” K'Endarra grinned.

“Oh, yes, my lord,” Jendri blushed.

“After I wed V'Anekka, I will allow her to see you beaten, and I will keep the marks fresh,” K'Endarra promised.

“I can hardly wait for her to see me worship you,” Jendri purred. It was almost too good to be true, that K'Endarra had come around so quickly. Perhaps she really had wanted Jendri as a slave all along, but couldn't admit it to herself or force her now-royal wife to submission. And if Jendri could get her to take a second wife, what about another?

“You can never stop being my Queen Consort, the Duke of Paxverdi, my advisor and my beloved wife,” K'Endarra reminded her. “I will give you back your slavery in addition to these things, not in place of them, and in public, you will be regal and proper as ever, even commanding when required,” K'Endarra told her wife. “Is that clear?"

“Yes, my lord. Slavery in private only, and never to be mentioned to anyone but V'Anekka.” For now, she thought. Until there is perhaps a third wife.

“I warn you, when I treat you as my slave, you will be at my mercy, and I will amuse myself with V'Anekka at your expense, and allow your suffering to enhance our pleasure,” K'Endarra said seriously.

“Please, my lord. You are making me wet,” Jendri giggled.

“Good. I like you wet and hot and needy for me. And you will stay needy, wife, because if she accepts me, I will spend the night with V'Anekka. You will sleep alone, and think of us together,” K'Endarra decreed, throwing her napkin down. “Now come and help me decide what to wear today. I want to impress V'Anekka favorably."

“How can you not?” Jendri inquired, rising to follow her lordly wife. “You are her Queen and lover. She swoons with desire just to look at you."

“She had better,” K'Endarra said, stopping to hold the door open for her wife, and swatting her ass as she walked through it.

Jendri gasped, turned back and pressed against K'Endarra. “You will make me burn all night again!"

“Gladly, my slut. But help me lay out my clothes for later and then we must go riding. If you are very good, I may find time to take you before I go to see V'Anekka. And we must visit the vault for a suitable gift for her."

“Of course!” Jendri agreed.

Jendri went through K'Endarra's closet, trying this and that, until she had decided upon white trousers, a gold satin shirt, a darker gold brocade coat, and white patent leather dress boots, with fine silk hose.

“There! V'Anekka will never be able to resist you!” Jendri cried. “Nor can I!” And she dropped to her knees to kiss K'Endarra's boots.

“Slut,” K'Endarra growled. “You all but beg for the lash."

“You may assume I am always begging for it, and to be taken, and used, and to serve you, my lord,” Jendri confirmed.

“Later. Dress me to ride. Would you like to ride Massinia today?” K'Endarra asked, referring to Jendri's magnificent warhorse, who had become K'Endarra's own horse when she was captured with Jendri.

“Oh, but she is Your Majesty's horse,” Jendri objected.

“I gave her back when we were married,” K'Endarra reminded her.

“I will ride her, then,” Jendri smiled, “and we will trade next time."

“Let us hurry then. I have nobles waiting to discuss the royal lottery,” K'Endarra said, reaching down to raise her wife. “Although I would much rather stay and let you lick my boots, now that I am growing accustomed to it again."

“Darling! You say the nicest things!” Jendri laughed. K'Endarra was hooked. Still, one step at a time, she reminded herself.

As they approached the stables K'Endarra gave Jendri a last quick squeeze, and then the nobles were before them, bowing and kissing their hands, and further discussion was postponed until after their ride.

A couple of hours later, K'Endarra was hustling Jendri up the broad marble stairs, “Hurry, wench, so I can have my way with you!” she hissed.

Jendri laughed. K'Endarra often found riding stimulating, and when she had been K'Endarra's slave, K'Endarra thought nothing of taking her in the bushes or the stable, where everyone could hear their pleasure.

K'Endarra kicked the door shut behind them and grabbed Jendri's wrist, “On your knees to your lord and Queen. Get down where you belong!"

Jendri dropped like a stone into a pond and began pawing at K'Endarra's pants as the Queen backed toward the foot of the bed.

As K'Endarra sat and wiggled backwards up the bed, Jendri finally managed to expose her, and with a groan of happiness, she plunged into K'Endarra's molten cleft, and from that moment on, nothing but sighs of utter contentment were heard in the royal bedchamber. Then, finally, as she imprisoned Jendri's face and tongue deep within her, K'Endarra's shrieks of absolute fulfillment shredded the relative calm in the room.

Jendri, too, nearly swooned at the speed and pressure with which her Queen rubbed her swollen womanhood all over her face. Nothing excited Jendri as wildly as K'Endarra's desire and complete satisfaction. Fluids pulsed in a steady stream from one Queen to the other, Jendri lapping and gobbling the nectar as fast as she was able. While she envied V'Anekka's ecstasy with K'Endarra this evening, she wouldn't have kept either of them from it for the world.

“Oh, Jendri, Jendri, my love,” K'Endarra panted, hauling her Consort up and into her arms. “How I will miss you this night!"

“And I you, my lord,” Jendri breathed, so content that she did not beg for her own release.

But K'Endarra quickly scooped her up and carried her to the private throne room, where she sat down on the double throne with Jendri in her lap. There she held her Consort, kissing her, sliding her hand inside Jendri's jodhpurs, finding Jendri soaked and hot and ready for her touch. “Shall I leave you this way, until I return in the morning?” K'Endarra asked, her fingers deep inside Jendri.

“Whatever pleases you,” Jendri whispered, kissing the Queen.

“If I take you, you must relieve my needs as well,” K'Endarra remarked.

“You have many women, my lord. Use all of us as you see fit,” Jendri suggested.

K'Endarra allowed Jendri to slide to the floor. “Remove your clothing, slut, and lie down on your back so I can see your shamefully wet twat."

Jendri obeyed, quick yet graceful, and lay down with her legs apart, knees bent, displaying herself to the Queen.

“Touch yourself, but stop short of orgasm,” K'Endarra ordered.

Jendri began to massage her swollen genitals, writhing sinuously against the Queen's boots, panting and looking up into her eyes.

“Shall I make you come like that, as a slave?” K'Endarra inquired.

“Oh, my lord, do as you wish with me,” Jendri moaned.

K'Endarra kicked her stool into place and put her foot on it. “Hump my boot, slave, but slowly. Very slowly."

Jendri rose as far as her knees and sank to the delectable leather. “Oh, please, please, K'Endarra,” she begged.

“Look up at me while I boot-fuck you,” K'Endarra growled.

“Mercy, I can't hold back,” Jendri pleaded, the sudden use of the phrase she loved pushing her to the edge. She gripped her lord's leg behind her knee and bit down hard on her lip, rocking slowly, shuddering at the spasms that came when she suppressed her orgasm. K'Endarra's eyes imprisoned her, there on her knees caressing the boot she adored.

“Tonight, when you are alone, think of this,” K'Endarra commanded and with that order, she jolted Jendri's crotch hard and made her come all over her boots, the stool and the floor, until she could no longer support herself, and fell into her own puddle of liquids.

K'Endarra looked down at Jendri, and felt a surge of power rush through her. “Bring me wine and lick up your mess, every drop, Slut.” She grinned triumphantly as Jendri rushed to obey, and then as Jendri began to lap up the honey that had spilled everywhere, K'Endarra's own desire surged. The touch of Jendri's delicate tongue on her boots was maddening.

“Enough. Eat me!” she roared.

Jendri's face was between K'Endarra's legs instantly, forcing the Queen to put her goblet aside and wrap her hands in Jendri's hair. In mere minutes she was thrusting into the tongue of the woman who worshipped and adored her as no other woman ever had.

“Take me, Jendri, take every drop! Aaaaahhhh—iiieeeeeeeeeeeee!” The two Queens moved together until the Queen Regnant had no more to give and slumped on her throne. As K'Endarra's aftershocks coursed through her, Jendri cleansed her lovingly of every drop of love juice.

The Consort smiled up at her lover. “See that you feed V'Anekka equally well tonight."

“Never fear. I shall,” K'Endarra promised.

CHAPTER 10

“Are you sure I look all right?” K'Endarra fretted, turning this way and that to see herself in the three panels of the full-length mirror.

“You look like a bride,” Jendri assured her. “You have the gift?"

“Here,” K'Endarra patted her breast pocket, within which rested a spectacular sapphire and diamond pendant, bracelets and earrings, selected by Jendri. “I was not so well-prepared when I proposed to you,” she said regretfully.

“However, you gave me a choice, and that was a rare privilege.” Along with the Consort's sabre, her crown and tiaras, and her state signet ring, Jendri had been permitted another selection, and she had wisely chosen the magnificent Golgathex emeralds, which went beautifully with her eyes.

“I must go,” K'Endarra said, pulling Jendri close. “I cannot forbid you to touch yourself while you wait for me, but I would prefer that you do not."

“Even if I do, I shall not climax until you hold me in your arms again. But, may I sleep in your bed tonight, K'Endarra?"

“It is our bed, not mine alone, and of course, that is what I expected you to do,” K'Endarra said kindly.

“I wish you every success and every pleasure, my lord, and my love,” Jendri said, resting her head on K'Endarra's shoulder. Then K'Endarra tipped Jendri's head back so that they could look into each other's eyes, and kiss, and then she was gone.

Jendri smiled and went into the den. She had a budget proposal to go over, and a little more research to do. She could torture herself deliciously with thoughts of K'Endarra and V'Anekka later, when she was in bed. She permitted herself a slight smile at the thought of Fracta the slave, still under endless punishment. Perhaps one of these days she would end it, if she got what she wanted, too.

* * * *

K'Endarra was somewhat annoyed to find her hands sweating as she made her way through the cool marble passageways to her harem. There was no reason for her to be nervous; she had bedded many a woman in her life, and this one was especially familiar to her. Moreover, V'Anekka had begged to stay far beyond the usual time for concubines, even when K'Endarra had married. Of all women, K'Endarra had the least to fear from this one.

But K'Endarra did not lack introspection, and knew why she was nervous. V'Anekka was her favorite in the harem. In marriage, she would be the second wife, and not a Queen. Perhaps she would not wish a lesser status than Jendri. And K'Endarra had known V'Anekka far longer than Jendri, yet she had chosen Jendri first. V'Anekka might be offended by that, by the fact that Jendri was older, by the fact that she was foreign, or for reasons K'Endarra hadn't even thought of yet. Anyone was free to refuse to marry the Queen! Such a humiliating possibility would have made anyone nervous.

The harem was strangely silent when K'Endarra entered. All the concubines were there, of course, but they were in their rooms. V'Anekka had been told to remain alone until she received further instructions. K'Endarra walked down the long hall to the corner room traditionally occupied by the favorite and knocked.

“Come in,” was the muffled response.

K'Endarra turned the knob and peeked in. V'Anekka was seated at the foot of her bed in a pale rose gown, and she was crying.

“Oh! My lord!” V'Anekka jumped up and sank quickly to her knees in greeting. “Please, please do not send me away. I ask nothing but to stay, Your Majesty!"

K'Endarra stopped dead in her tracks, totally baffled. Then realization dawned. V'Anekka apparently thought K'Endarra was meeting with her in private to spare her the humiliation of being sent away in public! With a secret smile, K'Endarra approached her kneeling concubine. “Why do you think such a thing?” she asked gently, sitting down.

“You have encouraged me to take my freedom before. I thought perhaps, after the other night, Jendri, I mean Her Majesty, Jendrickar, the Queen Consort, might have asked you to send me away,” V'Anekka explained, looking up at K'Endarra. “You look magnificent. Is there a state occasion today, my lord?"

“An occasion, yes,” K'Endarra smiled, “but rather a more private one. And why did you think the Queen Consort would want me to send you away?"

“Because of the depth of desire and passion you displayed for me the last time we were together. I thought I heard her crying. I thought perhaps she had reached the limits of her patience,” V'Anekka sniffled.

K'Endarra pulled a clean linen handkerchief from her pocket and handed it over, pulling V'Anekka against her leg. “You have nothing to fear. Jendri's patience, understanding and love for me are boundless, as you will soon learn. No, she was not crying, and I am not here to send you away, my darling,” K'Endarra purred, stroking her lovely concubine's hair to comfort her.

“What then, my lord? Why have you come to me alone?” V'Anekka was clearly still anxious.

K'Endarra swallowed and gathered herself. She was pleased that V'Anekka had knelt before her, as proposing to a taller woman was a bit of a logistical problem. “Come here,” she directed, pulling V'Anekka between her legs, and taking her by the upper arms so she could look directly into the beautiful blue eyes, which were still wet with recent tears. “V'Anekka, citizen of Asperia, I would take you to wife as my Consort Royal. Will you marry me?"

V'Anekka gave a little cry of shock. “But ... you are already married!"

“The Queen of Asperia may take as many wives, or husbands, for that matter, as she likes. Will you have me as your wife?” K'Endarra asked again.

“But ... my lord ... the Queen Consort...” V'Anekka babbled.

“The Queen Consort encourages it for our happiness and pleasure as a family. Now will you cease arguing with me and answer the question?” K'Endarra laughed, somewhat exasperated.

V'Anekka was shaking with excitement. “Yes! Oh, yes! I will marry you, K'Endarra!” she gasped. “Yes, oh, please, yes!"

This brought a relaxed and pleased smile to the face of the Queen. “Then, V'Anekka of Asperia, I would seal this marriage contract with the traditional kiss of betrothal. Will you submit to me?"

“Oh, yes, please kiss me! Please!” V'Anekka begged.

K'Endarra leaned forward and put one hand behind V'Anekka's neck to steady her, then bent her head and sealed their engagement with the younger woman's first kiss.

V'Anekka moaned as if she were already climaxing, and her honey began to seep down her legs under her beautiful gown. K'Endarra, too, was aroused by the moment, and she kept them sealed together in that first kiss as long as she possibly could, reveling in the taste and texture of V'Anekka's lips and tongue, and enjoying the desperate whimpers of pleasure that escaped the lips of her new fiance.

When K'Endarra finally permitted them to separate long enough to breathe, V'Anekka freed herself and fell at K'Endarra's feet, kissing her boots with a grateful fervor she could not hide. Looking down at the young woman, K'Endarra's heart contracted with love, and she reached down, released the long, golden hair and let it cascade over her glistening boots as V'Anekka worshipped her. K'Endarra made no move to attenuate this display. As Jendri had taught her, K'Endarra needed the spontaneous and unrestricted submission of her wives, and it was important for all of them to be free to express their needs, and have them met, without resistance.

Finally, V'Anekka subsided, panting, and K'Endarra pulled her back up to her knees. “I believe you may be in some discomfort, darling,” she joked, reaching under V'Anekka's gown. “Allow me."

Quickly her hand moved up, fingers dancing through the moisture that rolled down V'Anekka's legs, until they found their mark. “Would you like to come while we are kissing?” K'Endarra whispered, their lips bare millimeters apart.

“Oh, gods, yes, please, please,” V'Anekka groaned, clutching at K'Endarra's thighs. Then she moved so she could throw her arms around her lover's neck, and spread her legs further, and looking up at her liege and lord, kissed her hungrily, as K'Endarra made love to her. K'Endarra wisely decided this time to use her woman's natural tendency toward submission to keep her enthralled forever.

“Oh, yes, come for me, darling, come like that, and you will always want it, and you will always want me, and no other,” K'Endarra murmured as they kissed, and her fingers thrust deeply into V'Anekka, nearly lifting her from the floor.

“I have never ... ever ... wanted any other,” V'Anekka swore as her hips thrust against the invading, loving hand in return.

“You will belong only to me, no matter how many women I take,” K'Endarra continued. “Is this is to your liking?"

“Yes, Majesty, yes, my lord. Please, love, pleeeease!” V'Anekka cried, pressing harder for release. “Oh, please!"

“Yes, my darling, I want to feel you come, just like this, at last. We have waited far too long.” She massaged the swollen external clit, heavy in her hand, as V'Anekka's hips pumped to her rhythm. K'Endarra felt V'Anekka's legs trembling and lent her strength so that V'Anekka wouldn't slip away from her as she came.

“Oh, gods ... oh, gods ... uh ... uh ... K'Endarra,” V'Anekka gasped, and then she lost control, what little she had, “Oh, K'Endarraaaaaaaaaaaa!” she screamed as the Queen kissed and caressed her orgasms to the surface and beyond. “Please! Oh, K'Endarraaaaaaaa!"

V'Anekka bounced up and down on her knees, coming and gushing as she had never come before. She clung to K'Endarra, helplessly swaying and moaning, until she was spent, and slid back to the floor, her cheek against the Queen's boot, and then she began to kiss and stroke the shining white leather again. At that, K'Endarra rose and tore the covers off the bed, bent and lifted her lover and placed her on the sheets, lovingly undressing her as she recovered from both the shock of her marriage proposal and the tumultuous orgasms that accompanied it.

“Are you all right, sweetheart?” K'Endarra inquired. She slipped out of her coat and shirt, and opened her trousers slowly to tease V'Anekka, who was already reaching for her. “Oh, yes. You'll get your chance,” K'Endarra promised. “Starting now.” She slipped off her boots and threw her pants and underthings aside with a flourish.

K'Endarra spread V'Anekka's legs and knelt upright between them so she could display her own extraordinary arousal to her lover. “I want your mouth on me,” she said, spreading her labia. “I want your tongue inside me; deep inside me. I want to come all over your pussy. I want to soak you with my wetness."

“Oh, yes, K'Endarra, let me touch you, let me taste you, please,” V'Anekka requested earnestly.

“You need not ask twice,” K'Endarra said. Moving forward, she pushed V'Anekka onto her back and mounted her with authority, covering her eager mouth with her thick, dripping bush. “Now, woman, pleasure your lord."

V'Anekka was only too happy to obey that royal command. She fastened herself to K'Endarra and sucked her as if her pussy were life itself. So fierce was her entry that K'Endarra had to grab the headboard to steady herself, and so sharp was V'Anekka's attack upon her sex that K'Endarra felt pre-orgasmic spasms in mere moments.

“Stop,” K'Endarra gasped, pulling back. “I would kiss as I come."

“Yes, yes,” V'Anekka agreed, hauling K'Endarra down on top of her.

Although K'Endarra tried to hold back, kissing her young lover as V'Anekka stroked her was far too much to resist, and in any event, K'Endarra had no reason to hold back. The sooner she came, the sooner she could come again.

And that was precisely what she did, all night long.

* * * *

K'Endarra's breath caught in her throat as she awoke in broad daylight, her head on the pillow next to V'Anekka's. The woman was stunningly beautiful, relaxed in sleep or wide awake, laughing, singing, dancing. She would be an enormous credit to K'Endarra when they appeared together in public. The entire realm would be abuzz with it by nightfall. Everyone would envy the Queen and her two beautiful wives, the fairest, the strongest, the smartest in the land, and they were hers, all hers.

“Wake up, my love,” K'Endarra whispered, and she smiled to see the look of joy on her new mate's face when V'Anekka found K'Endarra in her bed, and the realization that she was to be married came flooding back.

“Oh, K'Endarra! Then it wasn't a dream!"

“No, unless we are both still asleep. Get up love, for we must ... by the gods, I totally forgot!” K'Endarra cried, and she jumped up and scrabbled through her clothing to find the sapphires. V'Anekka had put out her shirt and underthings to be taken away, but her coat and trousers were neatly draped on a chair. “My love, this is for you, and I'm so sorry. I meant to give them to you right away."

K'Endarra approached the bed and knelt on one knee, opening her hands to offer her gifts. “Will you accept these as a token of my pledge to you?"

V'Anekka gasped. She knew their worth on sight. “Oh, my lord, please get up. Yes, but I don't deserve..."

“Hush! They are mine to give, and you will wear and enjoy them. I command you!” K'Endarra said playfully. “Find something to wear with them, so that I may present you to the Queen Consort."

“Now?” V'Anekka's eyes widened.

“Yes, right now, after we bathe and dress. I will escort you to your new quarters immediately, and your things will be packed for you and sent down later,” K'Endarra told her.

“Oh, my goodness! I hadn't given a thought to that! Am I to live with you already?” V'Anekka asked.

“In a sense. You will live in the Consort's apartments, which adjoin mine. Hurry now,” K'Endarra said, clapping her hands, and V'Anekka flew into the bathroom to prepare.

It was less than an hour later when K'Endarra emerged from one of the hidden passages to walk down the broad marble staircase to the third floor, a radiant V'Anekka on her arm.

The staff and soldiers they encountered, while not aware of what had transpired until that very moment, nevertheless responded by bowing from the waist or dropping to their knees as the women passed, making a simple passage from one part of the palace to another into a royal progress. V'Anekka, splendid in a royal blue silk suit with flowing trousers and a deep neckline that displayed her sapphires to perfection, clung to K'Endarra's arm, smiling and nodding as regally as she could with short notice.

Liveried servants swung open the doors to K'Endarra's suite, and closed them quietly when the women had passed through. Alerted by the sound of their footsteps, Jendri met them in the anteroom outside the private throne room.

“Welcome home, my lord,” Jendri said, bowing.

“Your Majesty, may I present to you V'Anekka, the Consort Royal-elect,” K'Endarra said formally, releasing V'Anekka to stand before Jendri.

The former concubine knew what was expected, and quickly knelt at Jendri's feet.

“Welcome, my dear V'Anekka,” Jendri said, offering her hand. She felt V'Anekka trembling with nervousness as the younger woman kissed her hand and quickly took it in both of hers, pulling V'Anekka to her feet. Embracing her warmly, Jendri went on, “I am sure you will be a wonderful addition to our little family,” and she winked at K'Endarra over V'Anekka's shoulder.

K'Endarra smiled back, relieved and happy. She could always trust Jendri to know exactly what to say. “Come, let's ring for breakfast, and we can discuss this on full stomachs. Ladies?” She offered an arm to each of them and they proceeded to the dining room to begin their new lives together.

CHAPTER 11

It was quickly decided that K'Endarra and V'Anekka would marry as soon as possible. However, with planning and preparations, a proper wedding could still not take place for about six weeks. Jendri volunteered to help V'Anekka arrange a small but elegant and unforgettable ceremony.

All this, though, had a tendency to take second place to the more personal, physical, intimate adjustments that the three women made to accommodate one another. More accurately, V'Anekka and Jendri had to adjust to one another. K'Endarra, as their lord and Queen, had nothing to do but enjoy them as she pleased, which was frequently. Nothing amused her more than to watch their faces as she chose one or the other to share her bed each evening, when she came home in the afternoon, or any other occasion.

K'Endarra was perfectly capable of taking the one she woke up with, and then going next door to have the one who had slept alone. Her two women quickly became used to, and learned to enjoy, the smell and taste of one another as they pleasured the Queen in turn. And of course, at her command, all adjoining doors within the apartments were left open, so that whoever was not with her would hear the intimacy the Queen was enjoying.

It made Jendri ache most pleasantly. Perhaps the same could not be said for V'Anekka, but Jendri was getting exactly what she wanted. K'Endarra had decreed that, since she was not yet married to V'Anekka and V'Anekka couldn't see the two Queens together yet, out of respect for V'Anekka, Jendri would no longer observe K'Endarra with her. But this did not mean she couldn't listen, and K'Endarra made sure there was plenty to listen to. Moreover, she would give each one a synopsis of her most recent pleasures with the other, to keep them on their toes.

Another restriction was that until K'Endarra and V'Anekka were married, Jendri was forbidden submissive behavior in V'Anekka's presence. It was a sensible precaution, in case anything prevented the marriage. So unless V'Anekka was out of the apartments, Jendri behaved like the Queen she was, and V'Anekka was submissive before both of them, befitting her new station.

However, K'Endarra had promised Jendri opportunities for submission and slavery, and one evening, when they were going to a special exhibit in the State Museum, K'Endarra took Jendri aside and said, “I want you in a dress, one that will show off your emeralds. Wear some of those petticoats or crinolines, those things that make the skirt stand out. Oh, and no underwear."

“No underwear, my love?” Jendri repeated, puzzled.

“I believe I have made myself clear,” the Queen responded with a superior smile, and Jendri had no choice but to obey her wife.

They were to ride in the Crystal Carriage, a favorite of K'Endarra's. When the blinds were raised, the occupants had a 360-degree view, and any observers had a nearly unobstructed view of the occupants from the chest up. K'Endarra wore her army evening dress uniform, dark blue with gold lapels, epaulets and cuffs, carrying an ebony swagger stick rather than wearing a sword, for a change. Jendri wore a deep green velvet gown with all the appropriate accoutrements, except underclothing, as ordered. Her emeralds and tiara sparkled in the flickering torchlight, as did the Queen Consort's eyes as she came out into the courtyard on the arm of her lord the Queen. Jendri looked, as always, very much in love with her royal spouse.

The Queen handed Jendri into the coach. “Face the rear, my love, if you please."

Of course Jendri did as she was told, but she asked, “Why may I not sit beside you as I usually do?"

“Because I wish you to face me,” K'Endarra scowled, and Jendri quickly forbore to question further.

Once they had departed the courtyard to pass into the streets of the city, K'Endarra directed, “Spread your legs wide, my love, and raise your skirts a little."

Not wishing to anger the Queen, Jendri complied, and was startled when K'Endarra worked her booted foot up under the emerald dress.

“I suggest you reach down and guide my heel to your crotch, so that I don't muss your skirts,” K'Endarra said, her face alight with a devilish grin.

“But my lord, the people can see..."

“They can see nothing below the level of the doors. Now obey me, Slut!"

Jendri wiggled to accommodate first one boot between her thighs, and the other soon followed, so that K'Endarra's heel was against her clit, and the other was crossed over it, at the ankle. “Oh, my lord, oh!” she gasped, feeling herself growing warm and wet.

“Sit up on the edge of your seat and wave to the people. I want your sex tight against my heel, and I want to feel your thighs squeezing my foot,” K'Endarra continued. “Look pleased, lover. Smile."

“I ... I am pleased, but my lord, my moisture will ruin the shine on your boots, I am afraid."

“You will see to that yourself, I promise. Now let's feel you bounce a little, but I warn you, do not come. I doubt you can, but just in case, be careful. That is not my purpose at the moment."

“As you command, my lord,” Jendri panted. The sensation of K'Endarra's boot and the movement of the coach combined to urge Jendri to great arousal.

“Ooooohhhhhhh, K'Endarra,” she moaned, leaning against the invading boot.

“You still have another fifteen or twenty minutes, darling. I suggest you enjoy it, but don't betray your feelings to our subjects."

“Oh! Lord Queen!” Jendri gasped, struggling to keep a regal smile on her face. “You torture me so!"

“Indeed. I want you wet and hot for me as we tour the exhibition,"

K'Endarra explained. “And then I will have you as a slave is taken, for my pleasure."

“The people will smell my desire,” Jendri whimpered.

“That is their problem. I do not care if they know you are in heat for me. That is as it should be,” K'Endarra told her, and with that she prodded more deeply with her heel. “Sit up! Look out of the carriage and smile!"

Jendri squirmed for more contact. Gritting her teeth as she smiled, she murmured, “You are truly merciless, my lord."

“You love it, my slave. You wet yourself to hear me with my fiance. When I come to you after being with her, you are on fire,” K'Endarra teased.

“My skirts will be soaked,” Jendri complained.

“And only you will suffer,” K'Endarra observed.

As they finally passed under one of the grand archways leading into the courtyard of the museum, the coach stopped, leaving them in momentary privacy. “This is a brief stop. Wipe my boots with your petticoats and compose yourself, my love-slave. When we get out I expect you to behave perfectly. Is that clear?"

“Absolutely, my lord,” Jendri agreed, reaching under her dress to caress K'Endarra's boots with her clothing. “You are my absolute sovereign lord, K'Endarra. No one has ever made me feel like such a slut. I want to lick your boots."

“For now, scrub them well. You will lick them later. Think about that as we look at the paintings and sculptures, unworthy slave. Now sit up and look alert.” The coach rolled forward again and soon they were out and moving about in the elegant crowd.

As they moved from one item to the next, K'Endarra remarked in an undertone, “Do you not find some of this work ... suggestive? That one there, for example, makes me think of V'Anekka's tongue in my pussy."

Jendri stifled a gasp. “I am sure you are right, my lord."

“Do you know why I have my stick this evening?” K'Endarra asked.

Jendri shook her head, unwilling to trust her voice.

“You'll find out soon enough,” K'Endarra told her. “I look forward to the feel of your tongue on my boot, Slut."

Jendri's grip on K'Endarra's arm tightened, but she said nothing. Her mouth was dry with desire.

“Does your wetness run down your legs?” K'Endarra asked casually. “Are you flooding your petticoats at the thought of a night in my bed?"

“Please, my lord,” Jendri whispered, trying to maintain an alert and interested expression as they stopped before a large oil of a battlefield.

“Don't beg, darling. Now, this work is the primary reason for this exhibit, is it not?” K'Endarra asked. “There, you see? The rout of the Emicrani on the border of Paxverdi last year. There is the subaltern with the head of Hasslich on a spear, after you felled him and I beheaded him,” K'Endarra pointed with her stick.

“Then that must be you, with the broadsword, and me next to you,” Jendri said, stepping close for a better look. “My, what a panorama!"

“It was a decisive victory, and we owe it all to you, my love,” K'Endarra smiled. “Goodness knows how long the war might have dragged on had you not escaped to fight at my side.” She turned and gestured to some waiting servants, who brought out trays of champagne flutes, serving the Queens first.

K'Endarra raised her glass, “To Jendrickar the Queen Consort! May the tales of her bravery in battle be told to our children for countless generations!"

Jendri blushed. “You do me too much honor, my Queen."

“You bring great credit and honor to the House of Golgathex,” K'Endarra responded formally, but with an enchanting smile. No one could have doubted the love of the Queens for one another. The news of the Queen Regnant's new fiance, while astounding and fascinating, had no effect whatsoever on the love of the populace for K'Endarra and Jendri, nor the esteem in which they were held. Asperian Queens needed many lovers, and if anything K'Endarra's happiness was cause for even more general rejoicing. The assumption was that there was more than enough of K'Endarra to satisfy all of her women.

They drank amid cheers and applause, and continued touring the rest of the exhibit for another half-hour or so.

K'Endarra's supply of suggestive remarks seemed to have no limit. “I confess, my dear, I wonder what it must be like to be in your skirts, heavy with your wetness and the dirt from my boots."

“You have no idea,” Jendri whispered, smiling beautifully at the people around them. It was agony, but the sweetest kind.

As the ten o'clock gong sounded, K'Endarra and Jendri took their leave of the museum's director and the featured artists, and called for their carriage.

When the magnificent vehicle rolled up, the purple blinds had already been lowered, and the interior was lit by tiny candles in sconces affixed to the corner posts.

As soon as the door was shut, K'Endarra uttered three words. “Spread your legs."

Jendri flung them apart with a groan. Her clothing squished.

“Lift your skirts up, nice and high,” K'Endarra directed further. As soon as she could see properly, the Queen reversed her swagger stick and impaled Jendri's womanhood upon it. The tip was even with the Consort's bare knees.

Jendri's head snapped back and she emitted a low, guttural moan. “My lord ... my lord."

“Yes, I am. Kneel, Slut,” K'Endarra snapped.

Carefully, Jendri lowered herself to the floor of the carriage. The tip of the swagger stick barely grazed the pile carpeting. “By the gods, have mercy,” she pleaded.

“Your obeisance, madam. This instant!” K'Endarra demanded. Jendri's head bowed to the floor, and she tasted the ambrosia of K'Endarra's boots.

As much as she enjoyed Jendri's humility and devotion, the swirling of the Consort's tongue on her fine leather was irresistible for more than a few minutes, especially after K'Endarra herself had stimulated both of them with her lewd remarks throughout the course of the evening. K'Endarra began to shift in her seat as her own wetness seeped inside her dress trousers.

“Take me in your mouth, Slut, and make me come. I have waited long enough,” K'Endarra grunted, opening the fastenings of her pants. Jendri straightened to assist her, and then pushed the Queen's legs apart to gorge herself on the richness of her sex. The enormous clit was swollen to its greatest dimensions, and pounded against Jendri's questing tongue like a living thing.

“Ahhhhh!” K'Endarra drew in her breath sharply. “Yes ... yes ... suck it. Hold it with your lips and lick it. Do not make me wait, woman.” K'Endarra's hands held Jendri's head down and she squirmed and writhed in absolute ecstasy, washing Jendri's face over and over.

On her knees, Jendri struggled to hold the hard, slippery clit against her tongue. She moaned as loudly as K'Endarra herself, lost in their mutual lust. K'Endarra stretched her legs out to rest her heels on the rear-facing seat, luxuriating in the mouth of her captive slave.

“Oh, yes! Do me! Suck me, slave. Take my come,” K'Endarra grunted, humping furiously as she approached climax. “Uh! Uh—Uh! Eeeeeee—yaaaagggghhh!” K'Endarra screamed in orgasm. “More! More!"

Jendri's tongue danced inside her wife's steamy cleft. More than anything, more than her own pleasure, she wanted to be battered by the strength of K'Endarra's sensation, and as always, K'Endarra delivered.

“All right, all right, gently now. Cleanse me, slut,” K'Endarra sighed as her aftershocks pulsed in Jendri's mouth. “Good, oh, that was so very good. I enjoy having you as my slut again. It is delightful to simply take you for my own pleasure."

“Yes, my lord. Your pleasure is my pleasure,” Jendri mumbled into the hot pussy where she still feasted on Asperian honey.

K'Endarra relaxed on her cushioned seat, stroking Jendri's head. She did not raise her to an embrace.

“You will keep my stick inside you as we go upstairs,” K'Endarra ordered. “Do not let it drop, or you will be very embarrassed."

“Yes, my lord,” Jendri agreed.

“When the carriage stops, sit on the seat so the servants will not see you on the floor,” K'Endarra said.

Jendri nodded. She vibrated with pent-up lust and need, but said nothing of that to Her Majesty.

They went up the stairs with Jendri trembling on K'Endarra's strong right arm. Their servants opened the doors to the apartments and closed them again, and V'Anekka came running to greet them.

“Your Majesties!” she cried, dropping to her knees at their feet.

K'Endarra laughed and raised her quickly, then, looking slyly at Jendri, she kissed her bride-to-be in the most intimate and invasive way possible, until V'Anekka all but swooned.

K'Endarra turned to Jendri and commanded, “Give me my swagger stick.” She held out her hand while Jendri turned her back and extracted it, releasing a flood of hot wetness down her legs.

Taking it, K'Endarra parted V'Anekka's robe and caressed her womanhood slowly with the handle, transferring moisture from her wife to her fiance. V'Anekka knew instantly what had occurred, and she began to shudder with excitement.

“Very good, my love. Take this and go to your room. Stay there with the door closed,” K'Endarra murmured, stroking V'Anekka between her legs. “I will come to you later."

“Yes, Majesty,” V'Anekka moaned softly. “I will look forward to it."

“I should think so,” K'Endarra nodded. She waited until the various doors closed behind V'Anekka, and then she turned to Jendri. “You will undress and come to the throne room."

By the time Jendri joined the Queen, K'Endarra had removed her dress coat and opened her collar. She pointed to the cabinet against the wall. “Bring me some wine, love."

Jendri brought a goblet to the foot of the dais, where she knelt.

K'Endarra smiled. “Approach, Slut."

Jendri rose again and brought the wine all the way to the foot of the throne, where she knelt again and kissed her wife's boots. K'Endarra took the wine from her and said, “After I let you ride my boot, I will need pleasure again, and I will go to V'Anekka."

“Yes, you just told her you would,” Jendri pointed out.

“You love it when I take her, don't you?” K'Endarra mused. “You don't merely accept or tolerate it, or understand it, or love me in spite of it. You enjoy it."

“I do, my lord. It reinforces my submission, my lack of choice, your ownership of me. To hear or see you come, or even know you must be coming, excites me and keeps me in readiness for you all the time. There is no time of the day or night that I do not long for your touch,” Jendri smiled, stroking K'Endarra's boot where it rested in her lap.

“Because you cannot always have me? Because you must share?” K'Endarra sipped her wine, then handed the goblet to Jendri. “Share this, wife."

Jendri tasted the deep ruby liquid, then handed the goblet back. “Waiting for you while you have other women is an exciting aspect of being your wife, like pleasuring you myself, or feeling the touch of your boot leather, even a little. I am your slave, my lord, because it excites me. I want my only choice to be whether or not I am a slave. Everything else rests in your hands."

“Hump my boot, slut,” K'Endarra ordered, pleased with Jendri as she almost always was. Now that she understood, life would be simpler.

Jendri put the footstool in place, rose and straddled the shiny leather, tossing back her head with a little yelp.

K'Endarra felt the warmth of her wife's soft heat immediately. “Oh, yes, Jendri, I love seeing you there, to feel you at my mercy. I love knowing you will stop instantly, and delay your own pleasure indefinitely for me. I could leave you here on your knees and find you still here in the morning, could I not?"

“Of course, lord K'Endarra. Where else would I go?"

“Indeed. Slowly, slut. Prepare me for V'Anekka. Make me want her. Think of how I will take her after I leave you,” K'Endarra teased in a voice smooth as silk.

“Enjoy her, my lord. You deserve every possible pleasure,” Jendri groaned, sliding her hand behind K'Endarra's knee, where she could feel the top of her wife's boot through her trousers.

“I do, don't I? Never fear, I shall have it, and more,” K'Endarra said, bouncing Jendri gently on her foot.

“Do you find her ... sweet, my lord? Do you enjoy eating her?"

“So you know about that, do you?” K'Endarra hadn't indulged in giving V'Anekka oral sex until they were engaged. It was a pleasure she reserved for her wives.

“I can hear her screaming, and I know why. Besides, I have already tasted her,” Jendri smiled. “I know she is sweet."

“And how can you have tasted her, wife? You have had no access to her womanhood,” K'Endarra grunted as she drove her boot upward into her wife's vagina.

Jendri groaned at the delicious sensation. “You had us exchange dildoes in the harem. How you must enjoy pleasuring her with your tongue,” Jendri guessed.

“Perhaps I will make you her slave as well,” K'Endarra mused.

“I am entirely at your disposal, K'Endarra,” Jendri gasped. “Ooooh!

Uuuuhhhh ... my lord, I am approaching climax."

“Approach more slowly, then,” K'Endarra ordered, holding her boot still. “Rub yourself on my leather, and wait for permission."

Jendri whimpered as she squeezed and released K'Endarra's boot deep within her cleft. Once having felt the initial spasms, it was very hard to delay the ultimate release she would receive. She shuddered and bit her lip, looking up into K'Endarra's eyes. “Mercy, please, please, I cannot hold back."

“Shall I remove my boot, then?” K'Endarra inquired.

“Oh, no! Oh, please, no!” Jendri cried, melting against the warm leather, “I beg you not to leave me this way."

“Hold still,” K'Endarra commanded sharply. “Do not move at all, and I will keep you under my control."

Almost imperceptibly, K'Endarra moved her boot within the confines of Jendri's thighs. Jendri trembled and shuddered as spasms shot through her. She gripped K'Endarra's leg tightly and bowed her head to K'Endarra's knee.

“Oh! Oh, please, my lord, it's so good, I burn so terribly. I need you to let me come for you,” Jendri whimpered.

“Shhhhh, lover. I will release you when I am ready,” K'Endarra assured her. She sipped her wine thoughtfully and wiggled her toes, causing Jendri to inhale sharply. “Don't move,” she warned. “Look at me. Look into my eyes. Can you feel how completely I control you?"

“Oh, yes! Yes! And I need to be your slave so very much,” Jendri affirmed.

“As do I,” K'Endarra concurred. Then she brought her foot up sharply, once, twice, three times.

With a scream of surprise, Jendri made her offering of pleasure to her lord. Hanging on as if for life itself, she bounced and writhed on the warm, wet leather she had so diligently polished with lips, tongue and sex.

“Oh!” she shrieked. “I am dyingggggggggggggg!"

K'Endarra grabbed her with one hand and held her in place, holding Jendri upright until her legs gave way and she collapsed in aftershock before her Queen. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she lay still.

K'Endarra dropped to one knee beside her wife. “Are you all right, love?” she inquired tenderly, once again a wife herself, and not a demanding Queen.

“Yes, yes, that was lovely, so good, my lord,” Jendri sighed, content.

K'Endarra helped her up. “Come into the bedroom. I have an idea."

The two women walked through the suite hand in hand.

“Bring me some other boots,” K'Endarra said, dropping into a chair, “and you can clean these up for me at your leisure."

“You're so thoughtful,” Jendri smiled, finding some similar military dress boots for K'Endarra to wear.

“Yes, and I also don't want V'Anekka to find your essence on my boots when she removes them, nor do I want to explain why I'm not wearing any.” K'Endarra looked down at Jendri as she knelt to change the Queen's footwear. “I love you, my darling. You are the perfect spouse for me. Have I ever told you that?"

“Many times, and you for me, my dear love.” She finished and looked up. “Enjoy yourself, my lord,” Jendri said, kissing K'Endarra's hand.

K'Endarra bent to kiss her wife on the lips. “Depend upon it."

CHAPTER 12

One of V'Anekka's many pleasures in the process of becoming K'Endarra's wife was the opportunity to see the Queen in her many uniforms, a sight that never failed to arouse the young woman.

When K'Endarra entered V'Anekka's bedroom after knocking once, the former concubine swallowed audibly at the sight of her wife-to-be. The dark, trim, high-waisted uniform pants hugged K'Endarra's hips and contrasted sharply with the gleaming white shirt, open at the collar to bare the Queen's lovely, kissable throat. Her glistening boots caught the light of the fire and seemed to give off sparks as she strode into the room.

K'Endarra stopped and looked at her fiance, who was lying in the bed with her legs wide apart, slowly stroking herself with the handle of the swagger stick she had been given to play with.

“So, you've started without me?"

V'Anekka shook her head, “No, my lord. I merely wanted to stay warm for you. Have you been with your wife?"

K'Endarra crossed to the bed and sat down. “I have. Her mouth was on me all the way home in the coach.” She leaned down and took V'Anekka's lips with her own. The stick dropped from the young woman's hand and she reached up to run her fingers through the Queen's luxuriant dark mane.

“And ... just now?” V'Anekka gasped.

“I have returned the favor. My pleasure is yours for the rest of the night,” K'Endarra promised, grabbing V'Anekka's wrists.

“Then give it to me, and my own as well,” the beautiful aristocrat demanded.

“Not so fast. You must earn it,” K'Endarra told her.

“You are cruel and demanding, my lord,” V'Anekka grumbled.

“You must burn for me as she does. You must learn to wait and pleasure me until I am ready to touch you,” K'Endarra whispered, holding V'Anekka's wrists in her steely grip, and kissing her roughly.

“I burn for you all day. I long for you,” V'Anekka protested. “And I have devoted five years to your pleasure."

“Yet you are still greedy for your own,” K'Endarra grinned. “How does that come to pass, pray tell? By now you should want nothing but to lie under me and suck me until my come fills your ears."

“Your pleasure is so strong that it makes my entire body cry out for you, as it has always done,” V'Anekka groaned, pressing against her lover. “I want your pleasure, but it maddens me at the same time. I cannot come enough with you."

“You never will, I promise. You will always be left wanting. You know I like to keep my women that way.” K'Endarra chided, but gently.

“I do love being your woman,” V'Anekka sighed. “Please take me now, my lord. We have been apart since last night, and you have been with your wife."

“Repeatedly,” K'Endarra agreed. “And I still want you, despite my earlier pleasures. I know you can wait longer. My needs are strong, and I must have you. Get up on your knees, and face the head of the bed.” She let go V'Anekka's wrists so that she could comply with the command. V'Anekka spread her legs to steady herself and K'Endarra's was pleased to see rivulets of honey running down the insides of V'Anekka's thighs. She rummaged in a drawer of the nightstand and came up with wrist restraints, which she used to fasten V'Anekka in place. Further searching produced the toy she wanted, a double headed strap-on. Opening her pants, she slipped it into herself and fastened it, then moved behind V'Anekka and easily entered her, making her arch and gasp.

“Move,” the Queen commanded. “I am bursting to come."

“As am I,” V'Anekka reminded her.

“Not now,” K'Endarra said. “Your need will strengthen my own pleasure. Later you may feel pleasure as well. Now move your hips."

With her wrists in the shackles, V'Anekka could not touch her own clitoris and K'Endarra deliberately ignored it. V'Anekka thrust back and arched against K'Endarra at a pace guaranteed to satisfy the demanding woman who would soon be her spouse. K'Endarra's erect nipples against her back, and the grip of K'Endarra's hands on her breasts further stimulated V'Anekka, so that even though she could not gain release, she was inspired to work for K'Endarra's. Her own burning need increased while K'Endarra climaxed to her heart's content. The Queen had been right; V'Anekka could wait, and she would wait, until it pleased the Queen to release her.

In the harem, K'Endarra had always let V'Anekka come, usually several times, and without waiting, because K'Endarra herself was usually already satisfied, or could take the others once she was done with V'Anekka. Being alone with K'Endarra required greater patience and expenditure of energy before being rewarded. V'Anekka was unused to such discipline, but she found that sulking and complaining brought nothing but greater discipline, and occasional punishment. She was learning to please the Queen in different ways, but the road wasn't always smooth and straight.

“Are you this demanding with your wife, the Queen Consort?” V'Anekka asked petulantly.

“Hush, woman! You interfere with my pleasure,” K'Endarra snarled, twisting V'Anekka's nipples sharply.

“Forgive me ... aaaaaaaggggghhhh!” V'Anekka cried as the merciless Queen bit her deeply enough to draw blood.

“More demanding,” K'Endarra grunted. “And so it shall be with you, wench! Now shut up while I fuck you!"

Groaning, V'Anekka snapped her hips back and forth until she felt K'Endarra go still for a split second, and then she was knocked nearly flat as the Queen's climax erupted against her rounded backside and drove the dildo further into her cunt. “Godddddsssss! K'Endarraaaaaaaaaa!” V'Anekka cried in agony as the Queen punished her with orgasms that threatened to tear her apart.

Finally K'Endarra fell away, pulling the dildo free and releasing a flood of their combined juices into the sheets. She rolled over onto her back and panted, leaving V'Anekka twisting in her restraints.

“By the gods, why must you resist and argue with me?” she demanded, giving V'Anekka's bottom a swat. It felt so good, she followed it with several more, until both globes were red and warm. With a twinge of regret, K'Endarra caressed them gently and kissed them soothingly.

V'Anekka gasped and hissed at K'Endarra's gentle touch. “Because you love to conquer me, darling,” V'Anekka said sweetly, waving her freshly paddled backside in K'Endarra's face. “Release me and I will feast on you, sweet lord."

“I should wipe my boots with you,” K'Endarra grumbled. “I despair of teaching you your place."

“But my place is between your legs,” V'Anekka said. “Let me go, love, and I will please you even more."

“Yes, get down,” K'Endarra agreed, undoing the shackles. “If I keep you under me all night, might you learn your lesson?"

“I will learn to love you even more,” V'Anekka promised, beaten. She removed the rest of K'Endarra's clothing and humbly crept under her thighs, where she spent the rest of the evening licking K'Endarra's clit to one explosion after another, without coming but also without complaining.

“I will reward you in the morning,” K'Endarra yawned, pulling V'Anekka's head deep between her thighs. “Sleep well, my love."

Spread-eagled under the Queen's hips, V'Anekka had no choice but to obey. She nuzzled K'Endarra's pussy one last time and lay still. She was beginning to understand what it was to be a Consort Royal; what it was to be like Jendri.

* * * *

In the morning, V'Anekka woke to the extraordinary sensation of the Queen's mouth upon her womanhood, greedily devouring her, jerking her long-neglected clit to attention. Looking up, V'Anekka saw, and then felt, the Queen's own sex, dripping honey onto her face, and she reached eagerly for K'Endarra's hips, to draw her down into her mouth.

V'Anekka began to moan with the pressure in her groin, the heat of the build-up. Her needs were almost as strong as the Queen's, the demands of her body almost as insistent. In the harem she had access to the other concubines. In K'Endarra's apartments, it was K'Endarra or her own hand, and V'Anekka well knew that K'Endarra preferred her women to wait for her. V'Anekka believed it was an easier matter for Jendri, who had only one clitoris and rather a small one at that. For V'Anekka, waiting was torture.

“Oh, K'Endarra, K'Endarra my love,” V'Anekka begged. “Please make me come, please, please, don't stop!” She writhed as if possessed, which she was, by her lord the Queen.

“It pleases me to hear you beg, my love,” K'Endarra said through a mouthful of hot sweetness. “It indicates a willingness to learn your place."

“Oh, please, K'Endarra, let me come. I'm learning, I promise. I beg you, my lord,” V'Anekka all but sobbed.

“We shall see,” the Queen murmured. To forestall further discussion, she covered V'Anekka's mouth completely and made her eat royal flesh until both of them achieved intense orgasms together. K'Endarra then pulled back, letting V'Anekka pleasure her until she was emptied of all response. She rolled away from V'Anekka, leaving her still in want, satisfied but not satiated.

“My lord is an exacting teacher,” V'Anekka observed ruefully.

“You would do well to observe my wife carefully. She pleases me with no personal expectations, content to wait for my touch, content with whatever I give her. And the more she needs me, the more I want her. It would work as well for you,” K'Endarra lectured her Consort-elect.

“My lord, your wife is not an Asperian. You know yourself the depths with which I burn. It cannot be the same for Her Majestyer Majestyher,” V'Anekka objected.

“While I cannot contest that, there has been many an Asperian consort before, and every one of them has understood that the pleasure of the Queen supercedes all other considerations. I suggest you read the Royal Histories, as Jendri does. You can gather much useful information with some diligent work,” K'Endarra suggested.

“As my lord commands,” V'Anekka bowed her head. This was an argument she could not win, and to pursue it would be folly.

“Good,” K'Endarra nodded, getting up. She found one of her dressing gowns in V'Anekka's closet, and belted it around her waist. “You have engagements today, I expect. Will you be joining us for lunch?” This was K'Endarra's way of saying she would breakfast alone with her wife.

“Yes, my lord. I will see you at midday,” V'Anekka said quietly.

“Very good. Until later, my love.” K'Endarra bent to kiss her lover goodbye and left, closing the door quietly behind her.

* * * *

“Good morning, sweetheart,” K'Endarra said, sliding into bed behind Jendri. She began to kiss the back of Jendri's neck and stroke her backside at the same time.

Jendri laughed. “You smell wonderful, darling! Essence of V'Anekka?"

“Without a doubt, my love. Do you like it?” K'Endarra reached over Jendri's hip and began to caress her nipples.

Almost immediately, Jendri began to undulate in her spouse's grasp. “Oh, yes, my lord. Mmmmm, please, my lord,” she whispered, opening her legs as far as she could.

“'Oh, yes, please’ what?” K'Endarra demanded.

“Please touch me. Please,” Jendri squeaked, writhing.

“I shouldn't. I prefer to have you longing for me,” K'Endarra remarked.

“As you wish, of course,” Jendri gasped, shuddering as K'Endarra's fingers slipped deep inside her from behind.

K'Endarra sighed. “I love you, Jendri. I love you so. I love to feel you like this, to hold you and love you softly. You don't want me to stop, do you?"

“No, never, my love ... ah ... ah ... aaaaahhhhhhhhh!” Jendri moaned as she came gently, but completely, for her beloved. “Oh, K'Endarra, how lovely! I didn't expect that at all!"

“You please me, wife. In every possible way,” K'Endarra added, removing her fingers and licking them. “And you arouse me like no other with your sweet submission. You may have me now, lover.” She turned over on her back and instantly Jendri's tongue was on her wife's oozing sex.

Suddenly K'Endarra cried out softly and came in Jendri's mouth. “Oh, oh, my gods, Jendri, you know me so well. You can make me come as if I hadn't had it a few minutes ago. You have me completely under your spell."

“I am so glad to hear it, my lord,” Jendri smiled.

“Let us bathe and have breakfast. V'Anekka won't be joining us until lunch,” K'Endarra informed her, and they went into the bathroom to wallow in warm, sudsy water together.

Sunlight pooled on the pink marble floor of the dining room as they were served from silver chafing dishes by expert servants. When Jendri saw that both Queens had been served, she dismissed the retainers with a nod.

“When does V'Anekka go to visit her family?” Jendri asked.

“This weekend. That is why I am sleeping with her every night this week. She will miss me, and she certainly needs my training and influence. She vexes me so with her demands,” K'Endarra growled, shaking her head.

“What demands?” Jendri was curious.

“She seems to believe she will receive pleasure greater than or equal to what she had in the harem. I have tried to make it clear she cannot. Unlike you, she is not content with my pleasure. I am at a loss,” K'Endarra confessed.

“V'Anekka is used to being the favorite and to being physically content. She is unused to the continuous nature of your demands on her. And she is an Asperian, so her needs more closely approximate yours than mine,” Jendri pointed out.

“So I have been told,” K'Endarra answered wryly, “and I made it cost her to tell me. Yet I understand her feelings. It is a dilemma; how to keep her constantly needing me without too much discomfort."

“You are a strategist and a tactician. I am sure you can work it out,” Jendri smiled.

“I must if we are to have any peace,” K'Endarra acknowledged.

When they were done eating and the servants had returned and cleared away, Jendri went to K'Endarra's chair and knelt at her feet. “Now, my lord, I have given some considerable thought to your wedding gift."

“And do you intend to present it on your knees, my love?” K'Endarra smiled. She bent and opened Jendri's mouth in a deep kiss, and without a word, Jendri opened K'Endarra's pants and lifted one leg over the arm of her chair to gain access to her womanhood. Soon the comforting sound of sucking and licking filled the room and K'Endarra's eyes closed in utter bliss. “Ah, yes, Jendri, my darling, my little come-sponge,” she sighed. In moments, she was shuddering in deep pleasure as she filled her wife. She remained unmoving as Jendri licked her clean of all of her lubricants.

“Thank you for sharing your pleasure with me, my lord,” Jendri said, humble and grateful to K'Endarra as ever.

“You miss me at night,” K'Endarra stated with a sigh. “You shall have me to yourself all next week."

“Yes, just me and your sex slaves and your harem,” Jendri laughed as K'Endarra helped her to her feet and embraced her affectionately.

“I shall sleep only with you, no matter how many of my women receive my pleasure during the day,” K'Endarra promised.

“That will be lovely, of course, but there is still the matter of your wedding gift,” Jendri reminded her wife.

“I should have known that wasn't it,” K'Endarra grinned.

“Come onto the terrace. I wish to give it to you there,” Jendri said, and taking K'Endarra's hand, she led her out to the arbor, where wrought iron furniture was placed for their comfort and convenience. Jendri sat K'Endarra down and knelt again. From her pocket she withdraw a black velvet case and handed it to her wife.

Curious as ever, K'Endarra took it and opened it. When she beheld what lay within, she gasped and turned white, and almost dropped it. “No ... no,” she croaked. “You mustn't!"

“Please, my lord. Do not deny me. It is my great wish to give you this honor,” Jendri said, her deep green eyes upon K'Endarra's warm brown ones.

“You don't know what this means,” K'Endarra whispered. “The level of sacrifice! I could never ask it of you,” she said shaking her head. Yet part of her already wanted it. K'Endarra had been constructed and programmed by her culture to need the desperation of other women to fulfill her own needs. She was as much a captive of her beliefs as her many women were captive to her raging sexual desire.

“My lord, it is really no sacrifice. It is merely symbolic of my devotion to you, my faithfulness, and my dependence upon you. It changes nothing. It is really only a gesture,” Jendri protested.

“No, it is far more. Come here, my love,” K'Endarra commanded, pulling Jendri up. She led her wife to the parapet and gestured expansively with her right arm while holding Jendri close with her left. “From here I can only see the tiniest fraction of my Queendom. You know yourself its depth, its dimensions, its wealth, it's cultures. Yet, this offer far exceeds all over which I rule. It is incomprehensible to me that anyone would ever do such a thing."

Jendri leaned against her wife. “I beg you, my lord. Accept it as you accept my heart."

“I do accept your heart. It is my heart as well,” K'Endarra murmured. “In fact, I need no other wife at all."

“If you can take a wife for me, can you not accept this? Besides, you must give me a gift in return,” Jendri smiled.

“Yes, the Paxverdian Jewel requires a response as grand as the gift itself.” K'Endarra heaved a huge sigh and guided Jendri back to the arbor where she made her wife sit beside her on the bench. K'Endarra picked up the box and regarded the contents thoughtfully.

Nestled in black velvet lay an unusual gold ring. It looked like a plain wedding ring, but where a jewel would normally rest, there was a square, flat plate. By lifting the plate, as one would open the cover of a book, a tiny keyhole was revealed. When the plate was closed, the keyhole was hidden.

The Paxverdian Jewel was a chastity device worn voluntarily by a female submissive. The ring itself pierced the labia directly over the clitoris, so that the organ was obstructed enough to prevent stimulation. Traditionally, if the dominant accepted the gift, it was her responsibility to provide the actual gem to be set in it. There was a male equivalent, a bejeweled golden tube.

K'Endarra said, “If I let you do this thing, when would you have it ... done?” She winced. The idea of piercing Jendri frightened her a little.

“I thought, since you and V'Anekka will be gone for a month, I would have it done the morning after your wedding. You can be with me, then leave on your trip. I will stay in bed a few days, and I can travel in two weeks. I will go to Paxverdi by coach and prepare for your visit.” After the honeymoon, K'Endarra would take V'Anekka to Jendri's duchy where they would all meet and travel back into Asperia proper together.

“But ... a month!” K'Endarra exclaimed. “First, I hate the thought of being parted from you for a month, and second, even I would not deprive you for such a length of time. I would no longer deprive you for a day!"

“My love, think. You need the month to bond with V'Anekka, who has never had you all to herself. I need a month to recover. It will work out perfectly, as I will be greatly distracted with my duties as Regent, my responsibilities in Paxverdi, and in preparing a royal welcome for you,” Jendri said gently.

K'Endarra took the ring out and turned it over in her hand. Jendri saw her tremble and reached for her hand to steady it. “My lord, I beg you,” she said simply. “Accept this gift. I have nothing else to give!"

K'Endarra looked away, then down at the ring again. Taking a deep breath, she whispered, “I accept. Your chastity is holy to me. I will honor it with a proper gift. I will have this set with something magnificent, and present it to you on the morning after my wedding, and I will hold you while the operation is done. Then a month later, in your own castle, I will take it off, and have you as the gods intended."

“Oh, K'Endarra! Thank you!” Jendri cried, immensely relieved. She flung her arms around the Queen's neck and clung to her. “I will be your faithful wife and slave forever, I promise you with all my heart."

“You belong to me alone,” K'Endarra responded fiercely. “Say it."

“I am your property forever, my lord. My pleasure shall be yours alone for the rest of my life,” Jendri said solemnly, looking up into K'Endarra's eyes.

Gently K'Endarra pushed her wife to her knees before the bench. “You are my slave and I am your lord, forever,” she promised. And she kissed her wife to seal their vow. Jendri would wear the Paxverdian Jewel.