[Jendri 03] - The Shaming of Jendri Read online

  She shook her head to clear it, then started paging through her books. Asperia was not by any means an egalitarian state, certainly not a democracy, a republic or even a constitutional monarchy. It was an absolute monarchy, and could easily have been called a tyranny under the rule of the formerly capricious and insatiable K'Endarra. Therefore, Jendri reasoned, their tradition might allow for plural or even multiple marriage for those who could afford it or who were powerful enough to demand it. And since K'Endarra, and the noble class, did indeed keep harems, Jendri thought there might be roots of the practice on the nation's antiquity.

  “What do you have there, darling?” K'Endarra inquired idly.

  “Asperian military history,” Jendri murmured. It was only a partial lie. She wasn't willing to reveal her purpose until her homework was complete.

  “I see,” K'Endarra returned to her reports. She was only halfway through a very dull quarterly task.

  Jendri did indeed have a book on military history, but it was camouflage for her other interest of the hour, Asperian and Paxverdi marital customs. She soon found something she could use. She marked it and searched further. Relaxed against the ottoman and waiting for K'Endarra to finish her work, she thought dreamily of how their lives would be different if K'Endarra married again.

  How many wives, Jendri wondered, might she induce K'Endarra to add? Don't rush her or pressure her, Jendri reminded herself. You have already worked wonders with your lover and friend. Let things develop naturally with a hint or two here and there. Even so, she couldn't help but wonder what it might be like. She had already been in bed with K;Endarra as she took other women, many times. But on those occasions, she could only watch, and caress her wife as she came in the arms of one of her concubines. If only K'Endarra had another wife, Jendri would have an audience for the various ways in which K'Endarra used her.

  Would K'Endarra hang her in the rack and make Jendri watch from there while she fucked her second wife? Or would K'Endarra make Jendri ride her boot while both Queen and second consort sat on her double throne? Or might K'Endarra devise a new and original torment appropriate to having two Consorts Royal? Jendri felt herself getting very wet and sighed, a dreamy expression on her face.

  “Imagining great battles of yesteryear?” K'Endarra inquired.

  “Not anymore. I came across something else,” Jendri told her wife.

  “Anything interesting?"

  “Well, I think so. Let me find it,” she said, opening one book to a place she had marked. She handed it up to K'Endarra then rose to stand behind her and look over her shoulder. “See, it's one of your ancestors, about two hundred years ago. She had four wives, and this is a drawing of her on her throne with them all around her."

  K'Endarra laughed. “Some of these marriages were the result of political alliances, you know. That one there,” she pointed, “is an Osterlander, I believe."

  “How funny, since you and Julia have regular sexual relations,” Jendri gave her wife a little poke.

  “True. I think intimacy makes it hard to come to political blows.” K'Endarra nodded.

  Jendri picked up another book, and turned to a picture of a royal wedding. “About a hundred and fifty years ago, the Queen married her entire harem in a mass wedding. Isn't that pretty?"

  “I wouldn't dream of causing such unnecessary expense to the state. Do you know what our wedding cost?” K'Endarra demanded playfully, pulling Jendri into her lap.

  “Yes, and I also know there hadn't been a royal wedding in over 50 years,” Jendri retorted.

  “Do you take that tone with me?” K'Endarra raised an eyebrow.

  “Teach me my place,” Jendri challenged.

  K'Endarra sat up straight and bared her teeth in a low, dangerous growl. “How dare you?” she demanded, bending her head to kiss her wife. It was hot, passionate, all-consuming. Fire flared in both groins, and both women moaned aloud, hungrily, giving every sign that they were losing their royal control.

  Abruptly K'Endarra pushed Jendri from her lap to the floor. In ecstasy, Jendri rolled over and peppered K'Endarra's bare feet with kisses.

  “Wait for me in my bed, Slut!” K'Endarra snapped, and without a further word, she stalked from the room.

  Jendri rose from the carpet and scrambled into the bathroom to prepare herself. She panted as if all the hounds of hell were chasing her. Fluids ran down her legs to the floor as she brushed her teeth and dabbed on her finest perfume, K'Endarra's favorite. She flew from the bath chamber into the grand bedroom, flung back the draperies from around the bed, and turned all the covers down. The she sprawled on the foot of the bed on her back, arms over her head and legs wide apart, to await the arrival of her lord and Queen.

  She didn't have to wait long. K'Endarra kicked both doors open. Snorting like a dragon in heat, she stood, her long dark hair like the mane of a lion, attired in nothing but her thigh-high boots, and she carried the whip, the very lash she had used to subdue her prisoner, General Jendrickar Verrian, almost two years before.

  Jendri looked up at her and gasped, “Oh, K'Endarra!” she cried out, enchanted.

  K'Endarra stormed across the room, tossing the lash onto the bed, and leaped upon her wife, forcing Jendri's bare legs wide with her rough boots.

  “Impudent Obdurian slut!” she bellowed, and then she bit Jendri's shoulder.

  Jendri shrieked with pleasure and pain, clawing at her lover's backside.

  “Fuck me! Whip me!” she squealed.

  “I'll do both,” K'Endarra roared at her. Grabbing the whip, she settled herself at the head of the bed and spread her legs for her wife, “Eat me! Make me explode on your pretty face, you wanton, shameless hussy. I'll teach you to treat your lord with disrespect,” she snarled.

  Jendri crawled between K'Endarra's legs and there found the reward she had been craving, thick globs of honey clear down to the tops of the high boots that embraced her flanks.

  K'Endarra rode Jendri's face hard, holding her head down so that she couldn't break contact with the royal crotch. With her other hand, K'Endarra lashed her slave mercilessly as she lapped frantically at the steaming cleft, making Jendri writhe and scream as she struggled to appease this demanding, god-like creature who had suddenly appeared as if out of her wildest and most forbidden dreams.

  “Ugggghhhh! Ah—ah—wooo!” Jendri screamed as the lash fell, striping her butt and thighs with deep red welts. She soaked the bedclothes with her own hot juices, and wondered if she might come from just K'Endarra's climaxes and the punishment she received at the end of the whip. It had been so long!

  “I'll drown you in my come, you slut, you slave, you whore!” K'Endarra bellowed. “And if you live you'll spend the rest of your life on your knees, begging for mercy!” Then the lash dropped from her hand, and she erupted in a geyser of ecstasy, screaming uncontrollably as Jendri's tongue liberated one orgasm after another from her interconnected pleasure centers. Her bootheels pummeled her Consort's back as she flailed and howled, jerking in endless delightful spasms.

  When K'Endarra finally lay still, Jendri extricated herself and slid back. K'Endarra's juices still ran freely from her cleft, down her thighs and over the tops of the high boots, and Jendri began to feast on them, loving the texture of the leather mixed with the pleasure of her liege. She throbbed, her clit hugely swollen as she waited K'Endarra's attentions. Or not, as slaves had no orgasmic rights whatsoever. But at the moment, Jendri didn't really came if she didn't come for a week, a month or a year; she had been taken and used as a slave once again, and a tremendous weight was lifted from her heart.

  “Jendri,” K'Endarra whispered.

  “My lord?” Jendri smiled.

  “Let me see your back,” K'Endarra ordered softly.

  Jendri sat up and turned around to display herself to her wife.

  K'Endarra ran expert fingers over her handiwork, and Jendri shuddered.

  “Oh, my. You won't be able to go to the harem for a week. I don't want anyone else seeing this. It
's lovely,” K'Endarra remarked.

  “I can go and remain clothed, or I can wait elsewhere while you take your concubines. I don't mind,” Jendri said, turning to take K'Endarra's hand and kiss it. She looked at K'Endarra's flushed face, and tears of love sprang into her eyes. “I love you so much, my lord and Queen."

  “Come here,” K'Endarra invited, pulling Jendri on top of her. She didn't hesitate to put Jendri over on her bruised and beaten back to take her roughly, but she wanted to give Jendri what she truly desired, and deserved, above all else. In fact, as they kissed deeply, hotly, K'Endarra kneaded the cheeks of Jendri's ass, adding more pain on top of the welts she had been glad to give her already.

  Jendri groaned and writhed. “Fuck me, my lord,” she begged. “I don't care if you let me come, but fuck me, take me, please."

  “Let us see if you come or not,” K'Endarra snarled. “Slide down,” she said, giving Jendri a shove and bringing her leg up. Thus Jendri's twat was forced hard against the instep of the rough military boot she had been licking.

  Jendri arched in agony. “Oh, please, boot-fuck me, K'Endarra. Please let me feel your leather in my pussy."

  “Lie still. If you move,” K'Endarra threatened, “You'll sleep on the floor in restraints so you can't touch yourself."

  Jendri steadied herself with her hands flat against the mattress and balanced herself over K'Endarra's leg, and she waited, her face against K'Endarra's fragrant, sweaty groin. K'Endarra gripped Jendri's shoulders and held her down hard, and then she began to move her booted foot ever so slightly back and forth, teasing her wife cruelly.

  “You'd love to come, wouldn't you? You'd die for it.” She could feel Jendri's hot cunt caressing her boot, as her wife struggled to hold still. The muscles in Jendri's crotch leaped and jerked involuntarily at the stimulation she had craved for so long.

  “Ahhhhh, oh, my lord,” Jendri sighed. “Just your leather against my clit is more than enough."

  “Is it?” K'Endarra stopped moving her foot. “Then I forbid you to come. Just lay there and enjoy what I have given you. My pleasure should be enough for both of us, should it not?"

  “It is,” Jendri agreed instantly. She kissed K'Endarra's satiny skin and concentrated on the boot between her legs, longing to come, but thrilled just to be where she was.

  “Good.” The Queen began to move her foot again, tantalizingly slowly. “Do not come, I warn you, or I will forbid you to climax for a week."

  “I will ... control myself, lord Queen,” Jendri promised, groaning as she struggled. Already she could feel the pressure building inside her. “K'Endarra, I love you so much. I adore you,” she sighed.

  “Caress me, you slut, as I torture you. Perhaps I will come again, since you may not."

  “Yes, my love, let me feel you come,” Jendri begged, and she slid her hand up and began to rub K'Endarra's slit, which, in turn, began to ooze hot moisture again.

  “Mmmm, yes, I will come for you, Slut. Get off my boot and eat me!” K'Endarra snapped, and Jendri slid off and down onto her stomach on the bed, feasting greedily on K'Endarra's womanhood, on her juices and finally, on her orgasms as she came again and again, filling her wife's mouth with her pleasure, and her ears with her shouts of release.

  When K'Endarra had finished coming again, she looked down at her wife. “I have had enough. Lick my come and your juices off my boots, slave,” she grinned. “Then you can put them out for the valet, and sleep at my feet, so that I have you handy for my use again in the morning."

  “Yes, merciful lord and Queen,” Jendri sighed. She knew as she polished the leather with her tongue that would burn all night long, and she was overjoyed.

  “One more thing,” K'Endarra said when Jendri came back to bed. She held up the whip, then reversed it and slid the handle into Jendri's pussy. “Keep this warm for me.” She grinned as Jendri's head jerked back at the invasion.

  “Yes, I like this very much, Slut. Sleep well.” She patted Jendri's butt, turned over and went to sleep.

  Jendri loosened the bedclothes and slid in against K'Endarra's feet, her vagina twitching around the handle of the lash. She shuddered with need, but had no complaints. Her dreams were coming true.

  * * *

  CHAPTER 9

  In the morning, Jendri awakened K'Endarra with oral sex as she had when she was a slave. When the Queen was done coming, and was still laughing with delight, she turned Jendri on her stomach in the bed, and butt-fucked her with the handle of the whip until she screamed for mercy.

  “Mercy? As in stop drilling you, or as in let you come?” K'Endarra demanded.

  Jendri made unintelligible noises, leaving K'Endarra to figure it out for herself.

  “Very well,” K'Endarra responded, and while continuing to twist and turn the lash handle in Jendri's anus, she reached under her and began to tease and pinch her agonized clit.

  With a whoop, Jendri bellowed and came in her wife's arms, screaming her name and writhing as if in the most incredible agony. It felt as if K'Endarra had yanked the little nubbin, so puny by Asperian standards, right off.

  “Thank you, my love! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Jendri shouted, and then the Queen's mouth descended to the Consort's sex, and lovingly and gently brought her off several more times, until Jendri had to beg her lover to stop.

  “Bathe, dress and join me for breakfast in the dining room,” K'Endarra ordered. “I wish to discuss something with you as soon as possible."

  “Yes, my lord,” Jendri agreed with a lovely and satisfied smile. She rose from the bed, kissed her wife goodbye for the moment, and went next door.

  When the Queens sat down to eat, K'Endarra still wore only a dressing gown. “I wish you to help me choose what to wear,” she explained as servants poured coffee and filled their plates.

  K'Endarra waited until Jendri had been served and nodded to the butler, “Dismissed."

  As they ate, K'Endarra began, “With your permission, and only with your permission, I will ask V'Anekka for her hand in marriage."

  Jendri gasped. “When? Today? Now?"

  “Very soon. But do you agree? If not, I will not, I cannot, do it."

  “Oh, yes, my lord. I just thought ... it would take me longer to convince you,” Jendri explained. “Yes, today, by all means. Ask her!"

  “I intend to ask no other, ever, again,” K'Endarra went on. “And I do this only at your request and in light of the lengthy relationship she and I already share. You seem so certain that it is necessary."

  “And you do not?” Jendri inquired, buttering toast.

  “I greatly desire V'Anekka, and I enjoy her in my bed as I do no other but you. But understand, Jendri, you are the great love of my life, and I do this more for you than for myself. It is a gift to you, my response to your request to permit your slavery, more so than for her or for me. I will take her as my wife so that when we both want it, you can enjoy being my slave. Not,” she finished with a sly smile, “that I don't enjoy it as well."

  “You enjoyed me as your slave last night, that was obvious,” Jendri confirmed, “as I enjoyed it, and as I enjoy the marks you gave me."

  “Are you sore?” K'Endarra grinned.

  “Oh, yes, my lord,” Jendri blushed.

  “After I wed V'Anekka, I will allow her to see you beaten, and I will keep the marks fresh,” K'Endarra promised.

  “I can hardly wait for her to see me worship you,” Jendri purred. It was almost too good to be true, that K'Endarra had come around so quickly. Perhaps she really had wanted Jendri as a slave all along, but couldn't admit it to herself or force her now-royal wife to submission. And if Jendri could get her to take a second wife, what about another?

  “You can never stop being my Queen Consort, the Duke of Paxverdi, my advisor and my beloved wife,” K'Endarra reminded her. “I will give you back your slavery in addition to these things, not in place of them, and in public, you will be regal and proper as ever, even commanding when required,” K'Endarra told her wife. “
Is that clear?"

  “Yes, my lord. Slavery in private only, and never to be mentioned to anyone but V'Anekka.” For now, she thought. Until there is perhaps a third wife.

  “I warn you, when I treat you as my slave, you will be at my mercy, and I will amuse myself with V'Anekka at your expense, and allow your suffering to enhance our pleasure,” K'Endarra said seriously.

  “Please, my lord. You are making me wet,” Jendri giggled.

  “Good. I like you wet and hot and needy for me. And you will stay needy, wife, because if she accepts me, I will spend the night with V'Anekka. You will sleep alone, and think of us together,” K'Endarra decreed, throwing her napkin down. “Now come and help me decide what to wear today. I want to impress V'Anekka favorably."

  “How can you not?” Jendri inquired, rising to follow her lordly wife. “You are her Queen and lover. She swoons with desire just to look at you."

  “She had better,” K'Endarra said, stopping to hold the door open for her wife, and swatting her ass as she walked through it.

  Jendri gasped, turned back and pressed against K'Endarra. “You will make me burn all night again!"

  “Gladly, my slut. But help me lay out my clothes for later and then we must go riding. If you are very good, I may find time to take you before I go to see V'Anekka. And we must visit the vault for a suitable gift for her."

  “Of course!” Jendri agreed.

  Jendri went through K'Endarra's closet, trying this and that, until she had decided upon white trousers, a gold satin shirt, a darker gold brocade coat, and white patent leather dress boots, with fine silk hose.

  “There! V'Anekka will never be able to resist you!” Jendri cried. “Nor can I!” And she dropped to her knees to kiss K'Endarra's boots.