The Submitting of Jendri [The Queen's Slavewoman #6] Read online

  "But my lord, you have had up to ten women at once in the harem,” V'Anekka objected mildly.

  "But not over such a long period,” K'Endarra pointed out. “I have barely done anything but orgasm today."

  "And no need for you to do anything else,” Jendri said. “Everything is in readiness for your wedding and honeymoon. There is nothing for you to do but come. And that is all we want for you, as well."

  "Oh, I'm not so sure. A little while ago you begged me to let you come,” K'Endarra teased.

  "That was for me, not you,” Jendri said, tweaking her wife's nipple.

  "You are getting out of control, my lovely consort. I must provide discipline,” K'Endarra grinned. “I have just the thing.” She rolled over and whispered in Jendri's ear, and then gave her a swat on the ass to speed her on her way. Turning to V'Anekka she said, “Let's shackle you to the left side of the bed, here. When Jendri comes back I will put her right next to you. Up on your knees, slut. I want you from behind."

  "Of course, my darling lord,” V'Anekka agreed quickly. She only had two nights left as K'Endarra's favorite, and she would do anything for the Queen in that time. Nothing was too much for her.

  "Very good,” K'Endarra approved. She placed her second wife in position, then went hunting in the wardrobe for her toys. “One dildo for each of you. I will move back and forth,” the Queen explained. “Do you want a butt plug as well?"

  "Mmmmm, gods, yes. A big one,” V'Anekka sighed. She was already beginning to squirm.

  Just then Jendri returned. “Here is all you wanted, K'Endarra.” She lay down at the foot of the bed and handed over the Jewel, which she had cleaned. She gasped a little as her wife locked it in place. The mere touch of her lord brought her to great arousal, especially since her climax had been interrupted. But she did not complain. She shuddered under the probing fingers, and K'Endarra leaned down and kissed her skillfully, nibbling her lips and tongue to tease her to readiness for an orgasm that would not occur for a very long time.

  K'Endarra grinned when Jendri began to hump air, and drew back. “Now, Queen of the Sluts, prepare this dildo and buttplug, and may all the gods help you if you get any on me,” K'Endarra threatened.

  "I suggest my lord wear gloves,” Jendri said. “I brought the thinnest leather ones I could find."

  V'Anekka twisted around to see what they were doing. Jendri was carefully coating both the massive Osterlander dildo and the bulbous black leather buttplug with the numbing gel. She had to be careful not to get it on herself or K'Endarra, or there would be no orgasms, no desire, no arousal, just dead coldness until it wore off.

  "Oh! Oh no! No!” V'Anekka shrieked. The rough, unvarnished Osterlander was her favorite. To lose its sensation while the Queen fucked her fore and aft was unbearable.

  "You agreed to sacrifice an orgasm for Jendri,” K'Endarra reminded her. “Hush now, my love, and endure this for me. You know how very much I will enjoy it, and so you should enjoy it, too. Jendri, don't forget the outside of her main clit."

  Using a swab, Jendri reached carefully up under V'Anekka's legs and softly spread the numbing gel. V'Anekka twisted and thrust but it was over in seconds. She hung her head in surrender. “Use me, my lord,” she said humbly. “I live for your pleasure."

  "That's my good girl,” K'Endarra smiled, moving up to kiss her wife. She kneaded V'Anekka's nipples and nipped at her ear. “Your internal clitoris will still be responsive, even though you cannot orgasm."

  "Yes, yes, they already are. I would die for you, though, K'Endarra. Do it. Do it to me.” V'Anekka was sobbing with anxiety, but eager as ever to please K'Endarra.

  "I do not require death, love. You are entirely too precious,” K'Endarra murmured to console the trembling Second Consort. “You and I will share many more orgasms together; too many to count. Just not this one."

  "I ... will still enjoy your pleasure, my lord,” V'Anekka promised.

  "You know, V'Anekka, darling, you can almost never feel K'Endarra's pleasure because of your own. This time you will know what I feel every day,” Jendri reminded her. “You may grow to like it."

  "And my sensations will be intensified by the sharpness of your need, so let me hear it. Let me feel how much you need me,” K'Endarra urged.

  "I will really try,” V'Anekka said earnestly. “I beg you, do not delay. My insides feel like molten metal."

  Jendri moved to her own shackles and so K'Endarra could secure them. Then she waited to be invaded by the huge smooth dildo her wife had selected for her.

  Although K'Endarra had placed her wives side by side because she had to use different dildoes on them, her bed was actually large enough to shackle half a dozen women to the ornate headboard in which a variety of hardware was concealed. Wearing one harness, she intended to leave a dildo in each wife as she moved back and forth between them until she came. She could not put the gel in Jendri; it was much too strong, and would have been redundant with the Jewel in any event.

  Wearing the black leather gloves, she carefully took the Osterlander dildo, coated with gel, and thrust it into V'Anekka's pussy from behind. Her younger wife arched, shrieked and then groaned as the gel took effect inside her. The unforgiving buttplug drew another cry of anguish from her lover. “You think about that while I get Jendri started,” K'Endarra whispered in her ear.

  Dropping kisses across V'Anekka's shoulders, she took up her position behind her first wife.

  V'Anekka turned to watch her lord with Jendri. She couldn't help it. All three women enjoyed watching and being watched, especially the Queen herself. She knew it inflamed her wives and other women. Jendri was famous for loving to see another woman's head between K'Endarra's legs. The mere idea of it reduced her to pleas for mercy and promises of undying obedience. V'Anekka wasn't much different. She understood K'Endarra's needs, and was only jealous of those orgasms she could not see. As long as she was in the room with their lord, and could hear or observe her pleasure, then she was content.

  Gently, but firmly. K'Endarra seated a ribbed wooden buttplug in Jendri, which made her gasp and writhe with pleasure. “I think this one is most like the heels of my buttplug boots, don't you?” K'Endarra asked.

  "Uhhhh! Aaaaaaa! Oh, yes! Yes!” Jendri cried, bouncing for more sensation. “Now I will think of nothing but your heels, K'Endarra!"

  "Guess again,” K'Endarra suggested, following up with the heavy Gonavian ivory dildo.

  Jendri wailed as K'Endarra began to move in and out. “Lover, lover! Oh, so good!"

  "Thinking about boot-heels now?” K'Endarra growled.

  "When you use me, I think of your orgasm alone,” Jendri panted. “But my body always wants to come. It is not my fault. You drive every woman mad with longing.” Her butt pressed back harder and harder into K'Endarra who obliged her by thrusting deeply.

  "I love it when you try to come, and can't,” the Queen laughed.

  "Then I love it, too, if it pleases you,” Jendri groaned. Her juices soaked the bed under them, and they had hardly begun.

  "Oh, Lord K'Endarra,” V'Anekka begged. “Take me for a while. I feel so empty."

  "Gluttony is a very unattractive trait,” K'Endarra complained, moving in and out of her First Consort. Yet, after plowing Jendri unmercifully for several more minutes, insuring her own readiness would not be lost when she moved, she popped Jendri's dildo out of her harness. When Jendri whimpered, she gave the round backside several hard smacks to remember her by, and moved behind V'Anekka to attach her harness to the waiting dildo. “You asked for this, remember."

  Jendri continued to moan softly with loss, but turned to watch greedily as K'Endarra used V'Anekka. “Drill her, my Queen. I want to see you come on her."

  V'Anekka clung to the handle of her shackles while K'Endarra battered her insides with the massive Osterlander. Although her vagina, the external portion of her main clitoris, and her rear canal were numb, the portions of her sex organs that could not be numbed were working overtime. The immense inte
rnal portion of her main clitoris, as well as the auxiliary one next to her ovary, throbbed madly with heat that could not be quenched unless her main clitoris climaxed, and until the gel wore off, that was impossible.

  V'Anekka thrashed with helpless desire as her regal wife worked her over. She could not help trying to come even though she knew she couldn't. And the harder she tried, the better it felt to the Queen, and the more exciting it was to Jendri. “Oh, Gods, K'Endarra! I need you! I need you all the way in me! Harder! Deeper, my lord, if you love me at all."

  K'Endarra growled with contentment, snapping her hips in and out, eliciting a stream of supplications each time. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Explode in me or I will die of want!” V'Anekka sobbed.

  To keep Jendri involved, K'Endarra reached between her spread legs with her gloved right hand and squeezed the Jewel as she began to near climax. All three women moaned with the nearness of the Queen's orgasm. V'Anekka felt the Osterlander's size and her wife's strength slamming it into her, Jendri felt the cavernous ache of neglect and the delicious intimacy of the Queen's leather-covered hand, and K'Endarra felt the irresistible buildup of pressure that signaled her inevitable release into the depths of pleasure. All of them were slippery with the mingled fluids of their desires.

  At the instant of her climax, K'Endarra roared, “Feel my come, you sluts! Nggaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!"

  Both wives pressed and wriggled wildly for the sensations they could not have, but they also felt the delight of their lord, and they vocalized their appreciation through gasps and tears. Somehow K'Endarra maintained her grip on Jendri's Jewel and almost made her come. The pre-orgasmic spasms rippled through her but would not burst. Jendri's deep, guttural groans betrayed her desperation in the control of the realm's most demanding wife.

  V'Anekka's shrieking was so piercing it was probably audible several floors below. “Ai! Ai! Ai-eeeeeeeee!” she yelped as the burning consumed her. She had never been so close and in such great need without eventual release to anticipate. But she had agreed to sacrifice, and could feel only the satisfaction of having pleased K'Endarra. And she knew, absolutely knew, she would come again the next day, as long as she behaved. She told herself this again and again as her pelvis pounded and her pussy gushed without relief.

  Finally K'Endarra fell back, exhausted, but she still felt able to orgasm. She turned Jendri over in her shackles and sat on her face. “Suck the rest, my dear. You've earned it.” She leaned over and braced herself on the headboard and let Jendri do all the work.

  Under her, the First Consort gobbled eagerly at the Queen's womanhood, feeling the huge clit pounding against her tongue. K'Endarra's ass clenched, then relaxed as less urgent, but equally rewarding climaxes surged from her and down Jendri's throat. “Ah, my darling Jendri, oh yes, mmmmmmmmm,” K'Endarra sighed. She stayed in place while Jendri cleaned her, then dismounted.

  "Both of you, change the bed and get back into the shackles. And I want you in spreaders as well. Jendri, you move to the far right.” She used the facilities while her wives obeyed, and watched with a superior smile as they restrained themselves again. They were honor-bound to stay in their fetters all night, even if they rose to obey nature's calls. If they were gone too long, K'Endarra would know, and there would be hell to pay.

  "I love having obedient slaves. It helps me sleep,” K'Endarra yawned. She kissed each wife goodnight and slept in the huge space between them, completely satisfied, as usual.

  Lying on their backs, wrists locked together over their heads and legs braced apart, her wives stifled their groans of discomfort, although they still shuddered and trembled involuntarily for some time after the Queen had fallen asleep. Fortunately for them, the bed was so large that slight movements of that nature were unlikely to awaken the beautiful sleeping Queen between them.

  Jendri knew it must be worse for her sister-wife, who was unused to deprivation, and who was too far away to talk to and soothe. She felt guilty and determined to make up for it as soon as she could be with V'Anekka again. For herself, Jendri was beyond satisfied. She had received a great deal of the Queen's pleasure, so much that it had flowed in rivulets over her breasts. She had been careful not to wash it off, so that she could revel in the Queen's essence all night. The throbbing between her legs was easing, although she preferred to feel her need sharply. But because her legs were forced apart, she could not enjoy it as much. The weight of the Jewel through her sex was a comfort, though. She squeezed and released the buttplug and dildo that the Queen had left in her, purring softly.

  V'Anekka could feel her main clit moving of its own accord as the gel wore off. It would contract and release irregularly, sending the most delicious waves of torture through her. She had to bite her lips to keep from crying out. She could not blame Jendri; it was their obligation to please the Queen, not themselves, and not each other. She knew Jendri would feel badly and would want to compensate her for the lost pleasure. V'Anekka would accept because they both needed it. For now she would enjoy the grinding of the sex toys and the throbbing throughout her genitals and groin as she waited to sleep, if possible, and dream of being used as a slave by her lord, again and again.

  CHAPTER Eleven

  "Good gods! Praise all the powers she has duties this morning!” Jendri groaned when K'Endarra was gone. The Queen had let both wives lick her out, and then she left them to clean up after her.

  "There is not really very much for her to do. She will be back, and without Sharue, and with the harem on leave, it will be up to us to satisfy her again,” V'Anekka sighed. “One last day before she marries again."

  "Now, you come here,” Jendri said firmly. “Don't you buy into that ‘favorite’ nonsense. You were always her favorite, even before me. Sharue won't change her affection for you."

  "Yes, but Sharue will think it does. I do not mind being submissive to K'Endarra. That is my life. I would even be submissive to you. But to Sharue, I can't. And when K'Endarra finds out, she will kill me, or worse. She will make me beg her to kill me."

  Jendri nodded understandingly and put her arm around V'Anekka's shoulders. “Well, first of all, Sharue is submissive. You don't have to submit to her. Second, K'Endarra made you a Princess so you would always be senior to Sharue. And you are Second Consort, not Third. Nor do you have to worry about pleasuring Sharue. I am quite sure the little minx wants nothing to do with that. If she does, I will speak to K'Endarra. As Queen Consort and Duke of Paxverdi, I have certain prerogatives no one else does. If she misbehaves regarding Sharue, I will call her on that. She will not get away with abusing us. Nor does she want to. Remember: she loves us. She married us. And she will keep her vows to honor us. Trust her."

  V'Anekka nodded, fighting tears. “I'm sure you are right. It's just ... very emotional for me. I do not know how I will get through the wedding tomorrow."

  "Well, I will be there to support you. You will do it to please K'Endarra. How many times has she told us she wants Sharue for sex? She has no illusions about the creature's abilities as a companion to a head of state and government. If it were legal, she would have Sharue purely as a sex slave, but as a well-born Paxverdian, there is no way to do that. And K'Endarra wants her running loose and available, not locked up in the harem. So there we have it."

  "Ugh."

  Jendri laughed out loud. “Very succinct. But you are a Princess now, and no one can play the part of a very pleased wife better than you can. Just remember, if you don't, she will lock you up and numb you for a month."

  "Jendri! Heaven forbid!” V'Anekka cried, and whacked the Queen Consort with the nearest pillow. “I will make you pay for that!"

  Jendri laughed, making no effort to defend herself. “I am already in your debt for last night. I will gladly make restitution at your convenience."

  "Oh, dear,” V'Anekka said, lowering the pillow. “That reminds me of an issue."

  "What issue?"

  "Do you think she will deny you the morning after her wedding night because you came yesterday?" />
  "Ah, no. While you were otherwise engaged we discussed that. The reason she stopped me mid-orgasm was to tease me even more. Diabolical! She said I will receive my morning after gift, the same as you,” Jendri reassured her lover.

  "Oh, I am glad. Because then there is the honeymoon..."

  "On that same note, she wishes to discuss my discipline for the trip with you privately, today. Don't forget."

  "All right, and have you...?"

  Jendri nodded. “Yes, she has instructed me regarding you as well. Not to be revealed until we are aboard Avenger."

  V'Anekka shuddered. “If it pleases her, it will please me even more."

  The two royal consorts spent the rest of the morning on last-minute preparations and packing, then settled down to await K'Endarra's return from her appointments. They expected to be put through their paces again, and they were still sore from the previous night!

  K'Endarra did not disappoint, but this time, she had completely different plans for her time with her wives. Late in the afternoon, a small orchestra set up outside on the balcony, out of sight but within their hearing. They tuned and went away again. Interesting noises could be heard from the dining room, which was locked. K'Endarra also told her wives to stay out of her bedroom and bath until she came for them, so they retreated to Jendri's chambers.

  "What does ‘Wear something romantic’ mean?” Jendri fussed.

  "Oh, you are so hopeless. Frilly, revealing and easy to rip off. None of your tweeds or serge uniforms. No trousers."

  "Trousers are sexy on her. Tight leather ones, high boots...” Jendri trailed off, mesmerized by the images she had created in her head.

  "If you must, make sure they are filmy. Flimsy is even better. Something you don't expect to ever wear again, in case she destroys it in her ardor,” V'Anekka suggested.

  "One can hope,” Jendri sighed. They located an outfit for her and went to V'Anekka's quarters to do the same for her.