[Jendri 03] - The Shaming of Jendri Page 5

  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.

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  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."

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  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!