The Submitting of Jendri [The Queen's Slavewoman #6] Page 10

  "Nor I the Jewel,” Jendri said. She finished undressing V'Anekka, then herself, and slid in to listen to K'Endarra in the arms of her new young favorite.

  Sharue, having been separated from her lord and restricted from touching herself for two days, was already begging the Queen to touch her. Both senior wives laughed when they heard their royal wife demand first satisfaction. “Down, slut, and pleasure me,” K'Endarra ordered. The marble walls and floors made it easy to hear anything above a whisper.

  "One good thing, she cannot sleep in Sharue's mouth,” Jendri observed. “If she wants that, it will have to be one of us."

  "With Sharue in her arms or at her feet. She will always be there,” V'Anekka sulked.

  "And whenever K'Endarra comes, so will you,” Jendri soothed. “She even said she prefers you be there because it makes her orgasms better."

  "I will not always come because I am numbed,” V'Anekka argued.

  "Which also improves her pleasure. Now hush, and listen! K'Endarra is exacting in her passion, isn't she? It's the most exciting thing!” She pulled V'Anekka into her arms and consoled her with embraces. “She will use Sharue much longer than an hour. You will come with her tonight."

  V'Anekka curled against Jendri. “I am going to touch myself. Even though I can't feel it, I can't help it, either."

  "By all means, and let me know when you are ready,” Jendri said, stroking her younger dominant's brow.

  "Just to be certain you understand, I adore K'Endarra, and I wish her every happiness. I just do not like Sharue as a person,” V'Anekka explained.

  "Who ever said she was a person?” Jendri asked idly. “She is a toy. Think of her in that way and I don't think it will annoy you as much. A silly little wind-up toy K'Endarra uses the way she uses the dildo horse or the Osterlander or clamps. She amuses our lord."

  "Are you saying K'Endarra does not love her?” V'Anekka demanded.

  "Oh, no, but she loves her in the indulgent way one loves a puppy. And puppies can be annoying. K'Endarra will always need us for everything beyond pure amusement. Now, I think she is getting ready for her first come of the night, don't you? Listen!"

  From the Imperial Bedchamber came the sounds of a woman in immense arousal: the Queen of all Asperia. “Suck hard! Suck my clit, wife! Now! Now! Nowwwwww—waaahaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

  At K'Endarra's cataclysmic orgasm, V'Anekka shrieked and wailed in envious frustration. She tore loose from Jendri's arms and beat her fists on the bed, begging, “Please! Please! Please let me come! K'Endarraaaaaaaa!"

  Jendri got hold of her again, concerned that she would run to the Queen's bed and make a fool of herself, but V'Anekka made no such move. Instead she let Jendri rock her, wailing piteously so that K'Endarra could hear her, and Jendri was nearly deafened.

  "Sssshhh, sweet one, calm yourself. It will be over soon. Come, let's go into the bathroom and I will bathe—"

  "No! I want to hear her! She's going to keep coming like that!” V'Anekka insisted.

  "All right,” Jendri agreed. She flipped some restraints down from an artfully concealed niche in her headboard and snapped V'Anekka's wrist into one side. “I'll get some cloths and bathe you here."

  V'Anekka didn't struggle, although she could have released herself. She let the manacles do their job, and groaned loudly, “Come all over her, K'Endarra! Show her you are the ruler."

  K'Endarra obliged, although she was too deeply into orgasm to stop had she wished to control it. In fact, she didn't really know exactly what V'Anekka was asking for, but she didn't need to. She knew her wife was in dire need of her, and that was what she wanted to hear. She hung onto Sharue's head until her orgasms subsided, and then she pulled the young woman into her arms and kissed her soundly, fondling her womanhood until Sharue was beside herself.

  "Please, please, K'Endarra,” she whimpered, “I have been soooo good!” She had to stop to pant. “Please, just one! I burn for your touch, my lord!"

  V'Anekka grunted with anguish while Jendri cooled her heated genitals. It was a waste. She would be hot again in no time. Resigned, she tried to stop writhing and let Jendri finish so she could come back to bed.

  K'Endarra laughed gently at her youngest wife. “Don't you worry, my darling. Did you know, I myself abstained all day for you? That is quite a lot. But you are right, it is your turn to be taken as I take only my wives. Lie on your back and let me pleasure you, my love."

  Jendri and V'Anekka heard all this and listened breathlessly, holding hands tightly. They knew what was about to happen.

  In mere moments, they heard Sharue's voice again, vibrating with anticipation. “Oh, your tongue ... K'Endarra ... my love ... yes ... mmm ... mmmm ... hmmmm ... there ... there ... K'K'K'Endarra!"

  "Oh, gods, imagine her tongue in you!” V'Anekka exclaimed. “She's so strong and so certain about it. She knows exactly ... ah, gods, I cannot stand it!"

  They heard Sharue gasping and crying, “Oh, please ... don't stop ... I'm so close ... yes, lick me ... yesyesyes...” There was a brief silence and then a howl like a she-wolf in heat. “Do mmmmmeeeeeeeeeee!"

  Jendri sucked in air through her teeth. She remembered all too well the Queen's mouth on her sex. There were many lovely ways to come with K'Endarra, but this was a rare pleasure reserved only for her wives. No other woman had the honor of the Queen's considerable lingual skills. The First Consort rubbed her thighs together and whimpered longingly. In her arms the younger Second Consort was inert, sagging with defeat as she heard K'Endarra make a proper wife of Sharue. “I love her,” V'Anekka mumbled, “I worship her. Oh, please, K'Endarra, fuck her, fuck me. Fuck us all."

  The shrieking finally ended with Sharue's endless babble of gratitude, but that sound was suddenly muffled, and the other wives realized why: the Queen's sex was now on Sharue's face, demanding still more tribute.

  "Oooooohhhhhhh,” V'Anekka moaned. She rubbed feverishly at her own clitoris, but it was still numb.

  "You will injure yourself,” Jendri said quietly, moving her hand away. “Let me do it for you."

  "Mmmm ... yes, you do it, Jendri, please.” V'Anekka pleaded. “Just hold it. You are more gentle with me than I am with myself."

  Jendri complied, making sure V'Anekka could feel her hand in the folds of her labia and on her mound, applying enough pressure to comfort her. “Soon,” she said. “Soon you will share her orgasm with her. We can even kiss. They'll never know. Or you can put a dildo on and fuck me, or I can suck your clit the entire time. You choose, my darling."

  "Oh, my poor Jendri! How you must ache for her! Would it help if I did you with a dildo while I come?” V'Anekka asked, remembering she was not the only one suffering for their lord's pleasure.

  "Never mind me; I am restricted to increase her enjoyment. Choose what you want. I am your slave as I am hers,” Jendri reminded V'Anekka.

  "In that case, it will be easier for you if I don't touch or enter you,” the younger woman decided. “When I am able to respond, take me in your mouth, and I will listen to her and come as she does, to Sharue's tongue."

  "I will sleep under you and serve you whenever she uses Sharue,” Jendri promised. “If I do not wake, you must rouse me and demand what you need."

  "Good. I think it will be time soon,” V'Anekka said. “And I hope she is really pouring it into Sharue when I am ready to join her."

  They listened to the Queen command her new wife, “Legs apart, slut. I will tell you when to come and how to come."

  "I would need a spreader,” Jendri breathed. “Holding one's legs apart when one is dying to come is just too difficult."

  "I can put a spreader on you when you service me,” V'Anekka offered.

  "Yes, let's, and make sure she hears us. It will please her very much,” Jendri nodded. “Oh, I hope it is soon!"

  V'Anekka raised her voice, “Jendri, get me some spreaders immediately!"

  "Ankle or thigh, Your Serene Highness?” Jendri inquired.

  "Let's use the thigh ones. I'
m not going to touch you, so we needn't worry about that!"

  In her bedroom K'Endarra heard and approved. The gel must be wearing off, she thought. I'll give her a little extra time before I start in again. To Sharue, she said, “Bring us something to eat from the dining room. Hurry along."

  "Yes, my lord wife,” Sharue agreed happily. She liked being one of only three people who could call K'Endarra that, and now she was favorite as well.

  K'Endarra lay back and listened to her other wives preparing for her to use Sharue again. She knew some of it was for her benefit, but there was also no doubt that they were aroused by her lovemaking with Sharue, and that they wanted to be with their lord and Queen. They would just have to make do with one another until the morning, when she would set Sharue to dressing for the trip, and make use of each of her other wives in their beds.

  "V'Anekka, I am so on fire for her! How will I ever wait?” Jendri said plaintively.

  "By concentrating on pleasing me, and knowing your denial pleases K'Endarra. When she comes to you and you are beside yourself with desire, she will desire you all the more,” V'Anekka reminded her. “Now lay down and put your mouth on me. I want to be ready."

  Sharue was now kneeling on the bed and feeding K'Endarra tidbits from a plate she had prepared. She teased the Queen by lightly dragging bites of fruit up her belly and over her nipples before popping them into her mouth. K'Endarra then took the plate and did the same in return, licking up the trail of juices until both women were giggling and squealing.

  When the food was gone, K'Endarra dropped the plate on the carpet and said to her new wife, “Now I will give you the tastiest fruit of all, for our mutual satisfaction."

  Sharue knew what that meant, and with a last kiss to K'Endarra's lips, she dove under the muscular thighs the Queen had lifted to accommodate her. The moment K'Endarra felt the unique tongue on her clitoris, she lowered her legs and imprisoned her willing slave to do her duty upon her royal person. “Ah, gods yes. Do me, my sweet little wife. Remind me why I married you."

  The numbness slowly began to recede from V'Anekka's genitals as they listening to the newlyweds feeding each other. She began to hump in Jendri's mouth, seeking sensation. They moved together to help V'Anekka reach the ecstasy she had suffered so long a delay to feel. By the time K'Endarra was arching into Sharue's tongue, V'Anekka was doing the same thing to Jendri, whose legs were spread wide by the cruel device that prevented even the poor comfort of clenching thigh muscles.

  Jendri squirmed and thrust madly into the mattress while eating V'Anekka's enormous bulb. Both women sobbed with need as they listened to the lovemaking of their lord and her new wife, who was treated to a duet by her two deprived wives, calling her name repeatedly while she climaxed into Sharue. It was her idea of a perfect wedding night. She had three wives who wanted her so badly they would listen to her with each other and want only more of her pleasure.

  As K'Endarra's final volley of orgasms commenced, V'Anekka's began. She bounced on Jendri's face, riding her like an untamed stallion. “Lick it!” she shrieked. “Lick it like it was K'Endarra! Oh, gods, my lord wife! K'Endarra! Aaaaaaaaaaah!” screamed the Princess, physically relieved but still in need of her wife's attentions. She was well aware that what she was enjoying was far better than nothing and much to be preferred over the torture Jendri was now undergoing to please both of them.

  Jendri moaned at her heat and throbbing while she sucked the swollen and well-satisfied clitoris of her demanding lover. “Oh, please, please, please,” Jendri sobbed. “I ache and burn so hard! Mercy, my lord Princess, my lord Queen. Ah, I cannot bear it."

  V'Anekka rebuked her, hoping to bring Jendri to her senses, “Get up and bathe yourself, slave, and do not think of what you can get, but rather, how much you can give. And get back here in time to lick me if she comes again."

  "Forgive me, mistress,” Jendri whispered. “I will try to do better."

  "Hurry!” V'Anekka removed the spreader so Jendri could get up. “I will caress you while we wait to see what she does next.” She lay back, comfortable now that her needs had been dealt with. She knew Jendri really preferred to burn while she waited for her wife to use her. She just needed a little reminding now and then. And this was enormously challenging for both wives, to be separated from K'Endarra's pleasures and unable to contribute to them.

  Jendri returned and crawled into V'Anekka's arms, her face still tearful from need and humiliation. V'Anekka kissed the tears away and tortured her gently while they listened to the murmurs coming from the Imperial bedroom. Jendri twisted and sighed as V'Anekka's fingers invaded her and teased her Jewel. “Yes, discipline me, mistress. Ah, that is the sweetest agony."

  "Good girl,” V'Anekka nodded. “Just think of how pleased K'Endarra will be with us for our willing acceptance of her decisions. Any woman who can get us to do what she demands deserves three wives and many concubines. The more powerful she is, the more attractive."

  "To me as well. I will gladly lick the floor under her boots when she comes to me,” Jendri said dreamily.

  V'Anekka cocked her head, “I think they are going to sleep. K'Endarra will want to be rested to take us, and then for the journey. Let us put out the lights and go to sleep, too."

  In the dark, they stole one more forbidden kiss, and then all was quiet.

  CHAPTER Fourteen

  "What does this mean, wives? Can you not obey your lord's commands?” K'Endarra roared.

  Both women sat bolt upright in Jendri's bed, confused and disoriented.

  Jendri gasped. “Oh, I am so sorry! We were sound asleep!"

  "Forgive me!” V'Anekka cried, jumping up. She paused only long enough to make a deep bow in K'Endarra's general direction and then ran off down the hall, leaving her robe behind.

  K'Endarra doubled up with laughter. “I see my marital exertions wore you out! I take it you are not yet ready to receive me?"

  "Oh, please, K'Endarra, if I may just have five minutes...” Jendri pleaded.

  "Take your time, darling, and prepare yourself well. I will have another croissant,” K'Endarra said kindly. She picked up V'Anekka's forgotten robe, and stopped at her chambers on her way back to the dining room.

  "I believe you left this in your haste to escape me, love,” K'Endarra called to V'Anekka, who was in her bath, tossing the robe on the bed. “Please don't hurt yourself getting ready for me. That wouldn't do at all.” She closed the door and wandered off, chuckling. She was Queen. She had all day. It didn't matter.

  Yet, when she had allowed what she thought adequate time for Jendri to freshen herself and her bed linens, she returned, eager to be with her wife. She found Jendri spayed at the foot of the bed, the ruby of the Jewel gleaming darkly in its bed of thick pubic hair.

  "At last,” K'Endarra breathed. “I have looked forward to this, my darling."

  "Take me before I die of love,” Jendri responded, vibrating all over.

  "If one has to die, that would be the best way,” K'Endarra murmured, sitting down. She leaned down to kiss Jendri and to caress the Jewel she had locked in place in her wife's crotch.

  Jendri reached for her wife, stroking her hair as they kissed. “I need to make love to you,” she moaned. “Please, my darling."

  "I need it, too,” the Queen agreed. She flipped her robe open and rose over Jendri's face, settling in her mouth. As Jendri worshipped her, K'Endarra put pillows under her head to assist her. She rocked until her juices overflowed Jendri's eager lips, and when she came, she was looking deeply into the eyes of her beloved first wife and soul-mate. “Uh ... uh ... uuuhhhhhhh!” The Queen cried. “Oh! My love! Thank you!” K'Endarra slipped deftly to one side and lay down so that they were kissing when she came again, this time to Jendri's expert hand. “Mmmmmmmm ... mmmmmm, you know exactly what I need,” K'Endarra smiled. “Now, I need one thing more.” She felt in the pocket of her robe, and came up with the tiny gold key.

  "Spread for me,” she ordered gently. “My, someone is incredi
bly wet. Do I arouse Your Majesty?"

  "Yes, please, my lord,” Jendri begged. “Please let me show you my adoration. Oh! Ah, gods!” she yelped as her wife slid the lock out.

  "I would rather show you mine,” K'Endarra said softly as she put the Jewel aside. She straddled Jendri again, this time bowing down so that her face was deep in Jendri's wet bush. Of course her own pussy settled on Jendri's face, but this was more to stimulate her than to demand her attention.

  Jendri, once she felt the Queen's tongue, could not have performed for K'Endarra anyway. She had waited too long and was too far out of control. Later, she told herself, surrendering. K'Endarra consumed her, and Jendri let herself be absorbed into the Queen. The orgasm built steadily with none of the teasing Jendri associated with denial. Her clitoris seemed to expand until it filled not only K'Endarra's mouth but the whole room. When Jendri thought she would pass out before she came, K'Endarra gave one last flick of her tongue, and then bore down to maintain contact.

  The orgasm bloomed like a desert after a rain. Jendri's entire body burst with life, moving of its own accord, creating its own accompaniment in screams of delight as release and ecstasy coursed through her. She rolled back and forth, drenching herself, K'Endarra and the bedclothes with juices pent up for many days. K'Endarra held on and demanded climax upon climax from her wife's small, but potent, pleasure center. The vibrations and waves were so strong that K'Endarra herself climaxed again, forcing her to grab herself and grunt with satisfaction and she finished off her first wife.

  Finally they both collapsed, panting and glistening, on the bed, bursting into laughter at the sight of one another. They were totally disheveled, looking as if they had been dragged through the washing cisterns by an army of laundry slaves. They held onto one another, unable to speak for all the joy they had shared, until K'Endarra gasped, weakly, “You'd better help me freshen up for V'Anekka. I only hope I have anything left."