[Jendri 03] - The Shaming of Jendri Read online

  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 di
scipline. “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.