[Jendri 03] - The Shaming of Jendri Read online

  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

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  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."

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  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, o
f 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.