Jendri couldn't help but join their chorus of passion. In fact, her cries were more passionate, as much as she loved them and as much as she was willing to sacrifice to please them.
And when the two dominant women had recovered from their mutual pleasures, they were properly appreciative of Jendri's situation and need. “Bring her up here,” K'Endarra said to V'Anekka. “Leave the chains on but take the spreader off."
“But my lord,” Jendri gasped as V'Anekka helped her up. “I must see to your boots!"
“Darling, I have plenty, and right now, I want only to hold you. So be still,” K'Endarra soothed her. “Come here. Do as I tell you, and I'll give you a nice, gentle bootfuck tomorrow. You can pleasure me and shine them, too."
“Oh, K'Endarra, thank you,” Jendri sighed, letting the others help her into bed. The warmth of their satisfaction enveloped her quickly, and in their embrace she began to relax, but the Queen had other ideas.
“V'Anekka, enter her gently from behind. Two fingers,” said K'Endarra. “And you, wife, will kiss me,” she breathed against Jendri's lips.
Jendri's cry of desire was smothered by the Queen, and, sandwiched between the two stronger women, her writhing was equally limited. The sensations were thrilling and overwhelming, and even as her body sought release, Jendri's mind knew better than to come, nor did she really want to. She understood what was expected of her, and she did it. She suppressed her orgasm, even though the Jewel made it extremely difficult to come, and she passionately squeezed V'Anekka's fingers and returned K'Endarra's kisses, moaning with all the pleasure she was allowed to feel. They permitted her to approach the edge of ecstasy, absorbing the shuddering of her body with gentle kisses and caresses.
Gradually the demanding fingers were withdrawn and K'Endarra eased back. “That's my good, submissive wife. Now let's all go to sleep, and tomorrow, your needs to serve will be indulged, I promise."
* * *
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
During the night, Jendri found herself too warm and slipped out from between her lovers. After she freshened up in the bathroom, she slid into the foot of the bed instead, and fell immediately back to sleep. As usual, the throbbing in her loins had diminished and she felt no discomfort.
In the morning, however, K'Endarra immediately set about driving her mates wild again.
“Into the bathroom with both of you, and right back out!” K'Endarra cried, ripping the covers from the bed. “I want to play."
K'Endarra was quick to attach Jendri to the headboard with chains and spreader, throwing in a dildo for good measure. She then proceeded to fuck V'Anekka's brains out, just short of letting her come. Finally the Queen pulled back from V'Anekka and straddled Jendri's face for her final orgasm. She threw her head back and made the headboard thump the wall as she drove deeply into Jendri's mouth.
“Use her,” K'Endarra ordered V'Anekka, when she was finished.
V'Anekka needed no further urging, as her need was extreme. She quickly mounted the helpless, twitching Queen Consort and had her way. “Suck my clit. Do me. Do me!” the Marquess demanded, pumping hard as the Queen had done.
Jendri squirmed, her need exquisite but her desire to please overriding her personal needs. She gave V'Anekka as good as K'Endarra ever got, and soon she was awash in the pleasures of the younger dominant. When V'Anekka had finished her orgasms, she remained on Jendri's face so that the Queen Consort could clean her and then she dismounted her slave and moved aside for K'Endarra.
The Queen Regnant approved. “Excellent use of my First Consort, darling. I believe she's happiest when kept busy. As for you, boot fuck this evening,” K'Endarra reminded Jendri as she undid the restraints. “Oh, and both of you, I want to play with my slaves after lunch. Meet me in my private throne room."
Jendri and V'Anekka, and even the Queen, hastened to their morning duties in order for the people to see them hard at work and not think they had no interests other than pleasure. K'Endarra's realm was vast, and as she had discovered earlier in her reign, to leave its administration entirely to others was to invite disaster. Following Jendri's example and advice, the Queen now made a habit of unannounced visits to various institutions and offices. Today she would visit the Admiralty, and who knew? She might acquire a new sex slave as a result of her discoveries there. Stranger things had certainly happened.
The Queen remained at the Admiralty for lunch and then joined her wives and sex slaves in the throne room. She had seen many interesting and attractive women at the naval headquarters and thus was eager to relieve the sexual tension caused by her observations.
“A variation on musical slaves today,” she announced. “Fracta and Sharue will put my buttplug boots on me. Then, I want Sharue on the frame. Fracta, you make sure she has something like a dildo in her when she goes up there. The handle of a whip will do. The other three will play musical boots. And I will kiss each of my wives in turn as I come. V'Anekka, you first."
V'Anekka was already trembling as she took the left side of the double throne. She knew she would come while kissing K'Endarra. The only punishment for that was separation, and she could not live without her queen. She wanted to come, badly, every time she was with her lord, but if K'Endarra ever caught on and cut her off from observing her pleasure with other women, the isolation would kill her, V'Anekka was sure.
Jendri sank to V'Anekka's chair, her heart pounding. She couldn't wait to see K'Endarra come to her slaves’ tongues. Because she did not have exclusive access to her wife, Jendri always wanted her and never became sated, bored or complacent. She squeezed her legs together tightly over her Jewel, gripped the arms of the chair tightly and waited for the excitement to begin.
The slaves obeyed the Queen's commands. As she bound Sharue into the rack, Fracta told her protege, “Praise her orgasms, you fool! Show her some submission. You don't know how lucky you are.” Then, the older slave took not one whip, but two, and slid the handles through the waste opening into both of Sharue's aching holes, making her buck and scream.
“Good start,” Fracta said to her. “Keep it up. Remorse and begging will get us both out of these damned belts, so don't waste your chances."
Soon Chenta was carefully guiding the buttplug heels of K'Endarra's terrible boots into the anuses of Lepta and Fracta. She could not afford to be rough, as one of those heels would be in her own ass soon enough. She dreaded and longed for the Queen's heels at once. The sensations were deeply stimulating, and the denial or delay of release excruciating, as the moans of the slaves demonstrated, and the Queen had not even set her heels firmly yet. Determined to concentrate on nothing but K'Endarra's pleasure, Chenta knelt between the Queen's legs and waited for the signal to begin.
With a mischievous grin, K'Endarra twisted the buttplugs in the asses of her sex slaves. Both clenched their fists and gasped, and both arched up to receive more. The heels plunged in deeply in response. K'Endarra rotated both heels as if driving in screwdrivers and thus elicited cries of agony. By now all four slaves were dripping lubricants on the marble floor. Sharue particularly was producing thick drops of honey to indicate her desire for the Queen.
“What a waste,” K'Endarra remarked. “A slave in a chastity belt does very little good. I can feel her need from here, but everything else she could do is lost."
“Not entirely, my lord. Look at her nipples,” V'Anekka groaned.
“Gods! They do stand out. I like that,” K'Endarra agreed. “Now, Chenta. Do your duty like a good girl."
Chenta needed no further prodding. She knew she would have mere minutes to please her lord before changing with one of the boot slaves. She bent forward into K'Endarra's crotch and began to lick her magnificent genitalia. The enormous ruby-red dome of the Queen's clit throbbed in the slave's mouth, and K'Endarra's hand came down on the back of Chenta's neck. Holding the slave in place was unnecessary. Only the Queen's command would have caused Chenta to withdraw, but it was a reflex the monarch couldn't help.
Since Jendri was a mer
e spectator at this point, it was her duty to time the slaves and every three minutes, she reminded them to change places. Each entry of buttplug heels into aching holes brought forth moans and gasps of desire. And as K'Endarra's arousal grew, the heels went in deeper. She was devouring her younger wife's mouth as she pressed into Lepta's lips. Fracta's hands were pressed flat to the floor as she provided the resistance the Queen needed to stay in place on her throne while being pleasured.
It only took one round of sucking before the Queen climaxed in Fracta's mouth. The former soldier squealed in desperation as she felt the only orgasm she was permitted. The depth of the Queen's ecstasy was not lost on her and she struggled to claim every drop of sweetness the Queen pumped out as she came. Fracta was always on the verge of coming, but never could due to her peculiar bondage. Sometimes she beat on the chastity belt with her fists, but when sucking the Queen, she couldn't. Instead she writhed and moaned on her knees, longing for release. And now, possibly, it was within her grasp.
On the rack, Sharue shrieked in her own agony of frustration. She not only could not come, she could not receive K'Endarra's orgasm. The young woman jerked against the cuffs that held her, certain she was dying. Then she remembered.
“Oh, my Queen! What a beautiful climax! Just seeing it fills me with gratitude!” It sounded stilted but Fracta had coached her to use these flowery phrases. And Sharue knew she had a long way to go if she hoped ever to share the Queen's bed again. “Your orgasms are like a sunrise over the mountains."
Had her mouth not been full of K'Endarra's tongue, V'Anekka would have laughed. She had enough trouble concealing her own climax from her wife as it was, so that she was reluctant to call any other attention to herself. So far K'Endarra had taken all V'Anekka's cries and movements as involuntary responses to the royal orgasm, rather than incidents of personal pleasure. Even so, one thing V'Anekka never had to fake was need for climax in private after the slaves were gone. God help her if K'Endarra ever realized she had almost always come already!
“The heat of your orgasms is making me melt!” Sharue shrieked, and although it sounded impossibly contrived, she really did feel that way. Six weeks in the belt except to bathe was incredibly cruel, and if Sharue could help it, she would never endure such discomfort again. She didn't know how Fracta had avoided going mad for over two years.
“Change with V'Anekka,” K'Endarra told Jendri, “and give her the timer."
Both wives lurched across the top of the dais, one overcome with need, the other with pleasure she had to hide. V'Anekka accomplished this with relative ease, as she could make pleasure look like need if the situation demanded it. K'Endarra need never learn exactly why her second wife was moaning.
Immediately K'Endarra embraced her senior wife and the slaves changed positions again. Chenta was the lucky winner of the Queen's next orgasm and even as she ate the swollen organ she all but wept with happiness and relief. Now she would also be permitted to come and kiss the royal boots. Juices ran unchecked down her chin to be savored later. Finally the Queen pushed the slave out of her crotch and all the women sagged, panting from their various exertions.
“My lord Queen,” Sharue moaned, “Please, have mercy."
“When you are deserving, you shall have it,” K'Endarra said. “And it is my hope that will happen soon. Do as Fracta tells you, and next time you may feel my heel.” She turned to her wives, “Are you ready? Chenta and Lepta, you may make your obeisance by doing yourselves. Be quick!"
The two unfettered slaves threw themselves at the Queen's feet and manipulated their aching pussies frantically. In moments, both had come and fallen over to kiss the Queen's boots, making her laugh. “Fracta, you may kiss these boots as well, remove them and have Sharue polish them. You others, put the normal ones back on so I can take my wives to my chambers."
Fracta crawled to the Queen's feet and gave her the respect she demanded, and served her as required. She then hauled herself down the steps to kneel with the other slaves. Once the Queen was gone, she would see to Sharue.
But the Queen made a slight detour over to the frame in which her lovely concubine hung suspended. She twisted the whip handles inside the wriggling woman until Sharue squealed, and K'Endarra smiled. “Remember, my little one. Remember, and learn passion is useless without submission."
“Yes, my lord,” Sharue sobbed.
“Good."
The two royal consorts followed their spouse out of the small throne room and down the hall. What Fracta did with Sharue next was no concern of theirs.
* * * *
“K'Endarra, please, please take me!” V'Anekka gasped, falling at her wife's feet in the Imperial bedchamber.
“Certainly. darling. Get a stool so you can ride."
“V'Anekka, I will get the stool,” Jendri said quickly, and the First Consort soon placed it before the Queen, who seated herself on the end of her bed and planted her boot firmly for her Second Consort.
V'Anekka collapsed on it with a desperate cry and began to rub her swollen clit on the Queen's leather. “Oh, please, K'Endarra, my lord, let me come, oh, gods, I need you, have mercy,” she babbled.
“Do it, bootfucker,” the Queen ordered her wife. “Do it, and once you have come, Jendri will ride, too, and then lick it off. It will drive her mad."
But Jendri was unable to wait. Instead, she lay down on the floor and began to lick K'Endarra's other boot.
K'Endarra didn't object. “If you are going to do that, wife, you may as well caress your Jewel at the same time. Go on, play with it."
Jendri reached between her thighs to grip the ruby, gasped and sighed, and then returned to her boot-licking, writhing even harder than before. “Thank you, my liege, oh, gods, let me always lick your boots,” Jendri groaned.
“I love you, K'Endarra, my lord, my life! I am coming, please let me finish, Please. I beg you!” V'Anekka wailed.
“Ride it, boot slut, if you want to come,” the Queen sneered down at her. “You may be noble but to me you're nothing but a slave."
“Ai! Ai! Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” V'Anekka screamed. She began to fall over with the force of her climax but the Queen caught her and held her in place.
“Now, the other boot,” K'Endarra demanded, before V'Anekka could even catch her breath. “And you, slut-wife,” she addressed Jendri. “Roll over.” The Queen pulled V'Anekka up to reposition her on the other boot and rolled Jendri over with the first boot, now covered with V'Anekka's juices. She kicked the First Consort's legs apart and put her heel on the ruby.
Jendri shrieked and humped up into the bootheel that pinned her to the floor. “Oh, yes, yes, thank you, yes, please, please, please...” Jendri panted and jerked, her eyes rolling back in her head.
V'Anekka watched and moaned. “How can she tolerate that?"
“Never mind that. Fuck my leather, slut,” K'Endarra ordered. At the same time she was opening her pants again. She would demand pleasure from both her wives in payment for the ecstasy she was giving them.
V'Anekka was already rubbing her still-engorged dome along the second boot. “Oooooohhhhh, ooooohhhhh, Lord K'Endarra,” V'Anekka looked up into her wife's eyes.
“Say it,” K'Endarra prompted.
“I worship you,” V'Anekka gasped.
“It feels better when you say so, doesn't it? If only Sharue could grasp the concept,” K'Endarra said, bouncing her wife on her instep. “More, darling."
“I worship you! I have no choice!” V'Anekka cried out. “You make me worship you. Your boots pull orgasms from me!"
“Good, my sweet. I want you to be happy. Come, love. Come hard so Jendri can enjoy cleaning my leather,” K'Endarra said fondly. She ground her heel into her First Wife's vagina and was pleased with the involuntary spasms she drew from the helpless Consort.
“Make her come!” Jendri cried. “Let me feel it. I want to feel her come, too!"
“You heard her, V'Anekka. Your climax, woman!” the Queen snapped and, against her boo
ts, both wives screamed, one in pleasure, the other in desire so intense she thought she might die from it.
Jendri was lost in her contemplation of K'Endarra's power over her, the power which was every source of pleasure and torture, which to Jendri were one and the same. “Ooooooohhhh, K'Endarra. Let me please you. Use me, and come on me, my love, please."
“Hold on until V'Anekka is done, my love, and I will make use of both of you,” K'Endarra purred. She had plans, as always. She waited until V'Anekka was limp over her boot, and then she made her demands.
“Jendri, you may mount. Rub on my leather, but remember, you are forbidden climax. V'Anekka, get into bed and rest."
Carefully, Jendri sank onto the boot of her lord and wife. “Oh! Oh! Oh, by the gods!” the First Consort gasped.
“Slowly,” K'Endarra advised.
“I ... I know I cannot come, because of the Jewel but it is so ... intense!” Jendri babbled.
“Take deep breaths and enjoy it, my darling. In fact,” K'Endarra leaned down and they kissed deeply while Jendri writhed luxuriously on the fine leather.
“Oh, please ... K'Endarra ... don't stop,” Jendri whimpered. “It brings me so close ... it's so good ... ah! Let me pleasure you."
The Queen smiled broadly at that. Even in her desperation her wife preferred K'Endarra's orgasms to her own. “Slow down gradually and stop, love. Take your time, and then I will share my pleasure with you."
“Yes ... yes...” Jendri groaned. She controlled her rocking and sliding until she was still and panting with the keenness of her need.
“That's my good girl,” K'Endarra crooned, embracing her lover. “Now, Jendri, get against the headboard. I will shackle your nipples. V'Anekka, since you are exhausted, all you need do is lie against my boots and brace me as I fuck my First Wife."
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