[Jendri 03] - The Shaming of Jendri Page 8

  “Oh, K'Endarra! Then it wasn't a dream!"

  “No, unless we are both still asleep. Get up love, for we must ... by the gods, I totally forgot!” K'Endarra cried, and she jumped up and scrabbled through her clothing to find the sapphires. V'Anekka had put out her shirt and underthings to be taken away, but her coat and trousers were neatly draped on a chair. “My love, this is for you, and I'm so sorry. I meant to give them to you right away."

  K'Endarra approached the bed and knelt on one knee, opening her hands to offer her gifts. “Will you accept these as a token of my pledge to you?"

  V'Anekka gasped. She knew their worth on sight. “Oh, my lord, please get up. Yes, but I don't deserve..."

  “Hush! They are mine to give, and you will wear and enjoy them. I command you!” K'Endarra said playfully. “Find something to wear with them, so that I may present you to the Queen Consort."

  “Now?” V'Anekka's eyes widened.

  “Yes, right now, after we bathe and dress. I will escort you to your new quarters immediately, and your things will be packed for you and sent down later,” K'Endarra told her.

  “Oh, my goodness! I hadn't given a thought to that! Am I to live with you already?” V'Anekka asked.

  “In a sense. You will live in the Consort's apartments, which adjoin mine. Hurry now,” K'Endarra said, clapping her hands, and V'Anekka flew into the bathroom to prepare.

  It was less than an hour later when K'Endarra emerged from one of the hidden passages to walk down the broad marble staircase to the third floor, a radiant V'Anekka on her arm.

  The staff and soldiers they encountered, while not aware of what had transpired until that very moment, nevertheless responded by bowing from the waist or dropping to their knees as the women passed, making a simple passage from one part of the palace to another into a royal progress. V'Anekka, splendid in a royal blue silk suit with flowing trousers and a deep neckline that displayed her sapphires to perfection, clung to K'Endarra's arm, smiling and nodding as regally as she could with short notice.

  Liveried servants swung open the doors to K'Endarra's suite, and closed them quietly when the women had passed through. Alerted by the sound of their footsteps, Jendri met them in the anteroom outside the private throne room.

  “Welcome home, my lord,” Jendri said, bowing.

  “Your Majesty, may I present to you V'Anekka, the Consort Royal-elect,” K'Endarra said formally, releasing V'Anekka to stand before Jendri.

  The former concubine knew what was expected, and quickly knelt at Jendri's feet.

  “Welcome, my dear V'Anekka,” Jendri said, offering her hand. She felt V'Anekka trembling with nervousness as the younger woman kissed her hand and quickly took it in both of hers, pulling V'Anekka to her feet. Embracing her warmly, Jendri went on, “I am sure you will be a wonderful addition to our little family,” and she winked at K'Endarra over V'Anekka's shoulder.

  K'Endarra smiled back, relieved and happy. She could always trust Jendri to know exactly what to say. “Come, let's ring for breakfast, and we can discuss this on full stomachs. Ladies?” She offered an arm to each of them and they proceeded to the dining room to begin their new lives together.

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  CHAPTER 11

  It was quickly decided that K'Endarra and V'Anekka would marry as soon as possible. However, with planning and preparations, a proper wedding could still not take place for about six weeks. Jendri volunteered to help V'Anekka arrange a small but elegant and unforgettable ceremony.

  All this, though, had a tendency to take second place to the more personal, physical, intimate adjustments that the three women made to accommodate one another. More accurately, V'Anekka and Jendri had to adjust to one another. K'Endarra, as their lord and Queen, had nothing to do but enjoy them as she pleased, which was frequently. Nothing amused her more than to watch their faces as she chose one or the other to share her bed each evening, when she came home in the afternoon, or any other occasion.

  K'Endarra was perfectly capable of taking the one she woke up with, and then going next door to have the one who had slept alone. Her two women quickly became used to, and learned to enjoy, the smell and taste of one another as they pleasured the Queen in turn. And of course, at her command, all adjoining doors within the apartments were left open, so that whoever was not with her would hear the intimacy the Queen was enjoying.

  It made Jendri ache most pleasantly. Perhaps the same could not be said for V'Anekka, but Jendri was getting exactly what she wanted. K'Endarra had decreed that, since she was not yet married to V'Anekka and V'Anekka couldn't see the two Queens together yet, out of respect for V'Anekka, Jendri would no longer observe K'Endarra with her. But this did not mean she couldn't listen, and K'Endarra made sure there was plenty to listen to. Moreover, she would give each one a synopsis of her most recent pleasures with the other, to keep them on their toes.

  Another restriction was that until K'Endarra and V'Anekka were married, Jendri was forbidden submissive behavior in V'Anekka's presence. It was a sensible precaution, in case anything prevented the marriage. So unless V'Anekka was out of the apartments, Jendri behaved like the Queen she was, and V'Anekka was submissive before both of them, befitting her new station.

  However, K'Endarra had promised Jendri opportunities for submission and slavery, and one evening, when they were going to a special exhibit in the State Museum, K'Endarra took Jendri aside and said, “I want you in a dress, one that will show off your emeralds. Wear some of those petticoats or crinolines, those things that make the skirt stand out. Oh, and no underwear."

  “No underwear, my love?” Jendri repeated, puzzled.

  “I believe I have made myself clear,” the Queen responded with a superior smile, and Jendri had no choice but to obey her wife.

  They were to ride in the Crystal Carriage, a favorite of K'Endarra's. When the blinds were raised, the occupants had a 360-degree view, and any observers had a nearly unobstructed view of the occupants from the chest up. K'Endarra wore her army evening dress uniform, dark blue with gold lapels, epaulets and cuffs, carrying an ebony swagger stick rather than wearing a sword, for a change. Jendri wore a deep green velvet gown with all the appropriate accoutrements, except underclothing, as ordered. Her emeralds and tiara sparkled in the flickering torchlight, as did the Queen Consort's eyes as she came out into the courtyard on the arm of her lord the Queen. Jendri looked, as always, very much in love with her royal spouse.

  The Queen handed Jendri into the coach. “Face the rear, my love, if you please."

  Of course Jendri did as she was told, but she asked, “Why may I not sit beside you as I usually do?"

  “Because I wish you to face me,” K'Endarra scowled, and Jendri quickly forbore to question further.

  Once they had departed the courtyard to pass into the streets of the city, K'Endarra directed, “Spread your legs wide, my love, and raise your skirts a little."

  Not wishing to anger the Queen, Jendri complied, and was startled when K'Endarra worked her booted foot up under the emerald dress.

  “I suggest you reach down and guide my heel to your crotch, so that I don't muss your skirts,” K'Endarra said, her face alight with a devilish grin.

  “But my lord, the people can see..."

  “They can see nothing below the level of the doors. Now obey me, Slut!"

  Jendri wiggled to accommodate first one boot between her thighs, and the other soon followed, so that K'Endarra's heel was against her clit, and the other was crossed over it, at the ankle. “Oh, my lord, oh!” she gasped, feeling herself growing warm and wet.

  “Sit up on the edge of your seat and wave to the people. I want your sex tight against my heel, and I want to feel your thighs squeezing my foot,” K'Endarra continued. “Look pleased, lover. Smile."

  “I ... I am pleased, but my lord, my moisture will ruin the shine on your boots, I am afraid."

  “You will see to that yourself, I promise. Now let's feel you bounce a little, but I warn you, do not come. I do
ubt you can, but just in case, be careful. That is not my purpose at the moment."

  “As you command, my lord,” Jendri panted. The sensation of K'Endarra's boot and the movement of the coach combined to urge Jendri to great arousal.

  “Ooooohhhhhhh, K'Endarra,” she moaned, leaning against the invading boot.

  “You still have another fifteen or twenty minutes, darling. I suggest you enjoy it, but don't betray your feelings to our subjects."

  “Oh! Lord Queen!” Jendri gasped, struggling to keep a regal smile on her face. “You torture me so!"

  “Indeed. I want you wet and hot for me as we tour the exhibition,"

  K'Endarra explained. “And then I will have you as a slave is taken, for my pleasure."

  “The people will smell my desire,” Jendri whimpered.

  “That is their problem. I do not care if they know you are in heat for me. That is as it should be,” K'Endarra told her, and with that she prodded more deeply with her heel. “Sit up! Look out of the carriage and smile!"

  Jendri squirmed for more contact. Gritting her teeth as she smiled, she murmured, “You are truly merciless, my lord."

  “You love it, my slave. You wet yourself to hear me with my fiance. When I come to you after being with her, you are on fire,” K'Endarra teased.

  “My skirts will be soaked,” Jendri complained.

  “And only you will suffer,” K'Endarra observed.

  As they finally passed under one of the grand archways leading into the courtyard of the museum, the coach stopped, leaving them in momentary privacy. “This is a brief stop. Wipe my boots with your petticoats and compose yourself, my love-slave. When we get out I expect you to behave perfectly. Is that clear?"

  “Absolutely, my lord,” Jendri agreed, reaching under her dress to caress K'Endarra's boots with her clothing. “You are my absolute sovereign lord, K'Endarra. No one has ever made me feel like such a slut. I want to lick your boots."

  “For now, scrub them well. You will lick them later. Think about that as we look at the paintings and sculptures, unworthy slave. Now sit up and look alert.” The coach rolled forward again and soon they were out and moving about in the elegant crowd.

  As they moved from one item to the next, K'Endarra remarked in an undertone, “Do you not find some of this work ... suggestive? That one there, for example, makes me think of V'Anekka's tongue in my pussy."

  Jendri stifled a gasp. “I am sure you are right, my lord."

  “Do you know why I have my stick this evening?” K'Endarra asked.

  Jendri shook her head, unwilling to trust her voice.

  “You'll find out soon enough,” K'Endarra told her. “I look forward to the feel of your tongue on my boot, Slut."

  Jendri's grip on K'Endarra's arm tightened, but she said nothing. Her mouth was dry with desire.

  “Does your wetness run down your legs?” K'Endarra asked casually. “Are you flooding your petticoats at the thought of a night in my bed?"

  “Please, my lord,” Jendri whispered, trying to maintain an alert and interested expression as they stopped before a large oil of a battlefield.

  “Don't beg, darling. Now, this work is the primary reason for this exhibit, is it not?” K'Endarra asked. “There, you see? The rout of the Emicrani on the border of Paxverdi last year. There is the subaltern with the head of Hasslich on a spear, after you felled him and I beheaded him,” K'Endarra pointed with her stick.

  “Then that must be you, with the broadsword, and me next to you,” Jendri said, stepping close for a better look. “My, what a panorama!"

  “It was a decisive victory, and we owe it all to you, my love,” K'Endarra smiled. “Goodness knows how long the war might have dragged on had you not escaped to fight at my side.” She turned and gestured to some waiting servants, who brought out trays of champagne flutes, serving the Queens first.

  K'Endarra raised her glass, “To Jendrickar the Queen Consort! May the tales of her bravery in battle be told to our children for countless generations!"

  Jendri blushed. “You do me too much honor, my Queen."

  “You bring great credit and honor to the House of Golgathex,” K'Endarra responded formally, but with an enchanting smile. No one could have doubted the love of the Queens for one another. The news of the Queen Regnant's new fiance, while astounding and fascinating, had no effect whatsoever on the love of the populace for K'Endarra and Jendri, nor the esteem in which they were held. Asperian Queens needed many lovers, and if anything K'Endarra's happiness was cause for even more general rejoicing. The assumption was that there was more than enough of K'Endarra to satisfy all of her women.

  They drank amid cheers and applause, and continued touring the rest of the exhibit for another half-hour or so.

  K'Endarra's supply of suggestive remarks seemed to have no limit. “I confess, my dear, I wonder what it must be like to be in your skirts, heavy with your wetness and the dirt from my boots."

  “You have no idea,” Jendri whispered, smiling beautifully at the people around them. It was agony, but the sweetest kind.

  As the ten o'clock gong sounded, K'Endarra and Jendri took their leave of the museum's director and the featured artists, and called for their carriage.

  When the magnificent vehicle rolled up, the purple blinds had already been lowered, and the interior was lit by tiny candles in sconces affixed to the corner posts.

  As soon as the door was shut, K'Endarra uttered three words. “Spread your legs."

  Jendri flung them apart with a groan. Her clothing squished.

  “Lift your skirts up, nice and high,” K'Endarra directed further. As soon as she could see properly, the Queen reversed her swagger stick and impaled Jendri's womanhood upon it. The tip was even with the Consort's bare knees.

  Jendri's head snapped back and she emitted a low, guttural moan. “My lord ... my lord."

  “Yes, I am. Kneel, Slut,” K'Endarra snapped.

  Carefully, Jendri lowered herself to the floor of the carriage. The tip of the swagger stick barely grazed the pile carpeting. “By the gods, have mercy,” she pleaded.

  “Your obeisance, madam. This instant!” K'Endarra demanded. Jendri's head bowed to the floor, and she tasted the ambrosia of K'Endarra's boots.

  As much as she enjoyed Jendri's humility and devotion, the swirling of the Consort's tongue on her fine leather was irresistible for more than a few minutes, especially after K'Endarra herself had stimulated both of them with her lewd remarks throughout the course of the evening. K'Endarra began to shift in her seat as her own wetness seeped inside her dress trousers.

  “Take me in your mouth, Slut, and make me come. I have waited long enough,” K'Endarra grunted, opening the fastenings of her pants. Jendri straightened to assist her, and then pushed the Queen's legs apart to gorge herself on the richness of her sex. The enormous clit was swollen to its greatest dimensions, and pounded against Jendri's questing tongue like a living thing.

  “Ahhhhh!” K'Endarra drew in her breath sharply. “Yes ... yes ... suck it. Hold it with your lips and lick it. Do not make me wait, woman.” K'Endarra's hands held Jendri's head down and she squirmed and writhed in absolute ecstasy, washing Jendri's face over and over.

  On her knees, Jendri struggled to hold the hard, slippery clit against her tongue. She moaned as loudly as K'Endarra herself, lost in their mutual lust. K'Endarra stretched her legs out to rest her heels on the rear-facing seat, luxuriating in the mouth of her captive slave.

  “Oh, yes! Do me! Suck me, slave. Take my come,” K'Endarra grunted, humping furiously as she approached climax. “Uh! Uh—Uh! Eeeeeee—yaaaagggghhh!” K'Endarra screamed in orgasm. “More! More!"

  Jendri's tongue danced inside her wife's steamy cleft. More than anything, more than her own pleasure, she wanted to be battered by the strength of K'Endarra's sensation, and as always, K'Endarra delivered.

  “All right, all right, gently now. Cleanse me, slut,” K'Endarra sighed as her aftershocks pulsed in Jendri's mouth. “Good, oh, t
hat was so very good. I enjoy having you as my slut again. It is delightful to simply take you for my own pleasure."

  “Yes, my lord. Your pleasure is my pleasure,” Jendri mumbled into the hot pussy where she still feasted on Asperian honey.

  K'Endarra relaxed on her cushioned seat, stroking Jendri's head. She did not raise her to an embrace.

  “You will keep my stick inside you as we go upstairs,” K'Endarra ordered. “Do not let it drop, or you will be very embarrassed."

  “Yes, my lord,” Jendri agreed.

  “When the carriage stops, sit on the seat so the servants will not see you on the floor,” K'Endarra said.

  Jendri nodded. She vibrated with pent-up lust and need, but said nothing of that to Her Majesty.

  They went up the stairs with Jendri trembling on K'Endarra's strong right arm. Their servants opened the doors to the apartments and closed them again, and V'Anekka came running to greet them.

  “Your Majesties!” she cried, dropping to her knees at their feet.

  K'Endarra laughed and raised her quickly, then, looking slyly at Jendri, she kissed her bride-to-be in the most intimate and invasive way possible, until V'Anekka all but swooned.

  K'Endarra turned to Jendri and commanded, “Give me my swagger stick.” She held out her hand while Jendri turned her back and extracted it, releasing a flood of hot wetness down her legs.

  Taking it, K'Endarra parted V'Anekka's robe and caressed her womanhood slowly with the handle, transferring moisture from her wife to her fiance. V'Anekka knew instantly what had occurred, and she began to shudder with excitement.

  “Very good, my love. Take this and go to your room. Stay there with the door closed,” K'Endarra murmured, stroking V'Anekka between her legs. “I will come to you later."

  “Yes, Majesty,” V'Anekka moaned softly. “I will look forward to it."

  “I should think so,” K'Endarra nodded. She waited until the various doors closed behind V'Anekka, and then she turned to Jendri. “You will undress and come to the throne room."

  By the time Jendri joined the Queen, K'Endarra had removed her dress coat and opened her collar. She pointed to the cabinet against the wall. “Bring me some wine, love."