Consort:Chapter Eleven

by EZTrek1


It was quickly decided that B'Elanna and Annika would marry as soon as possible. However, that still meant planning and preparations, and ultimately a proper wedding could not take place for about six weeks. Kathryn volunteered to help Annika arrange a small but elegant and unforgettable ceremony.

However, these activities 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, Annika and Kathryn had to adjust to one another. B'Elanna, 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.

B'Elanna 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 have to hear the intimacy the Queen was enjoying.

It made Kathryn ache most pleasantly. Perhaps the same could not be said for Annika, but Kathryn was getting exactly what she wanted. B'Elanna had decreed that, since she was not yet married to Annika and Annika couldn't see the two Queens together yet, out of respect for Annika, Kathryn would no longer observe B'Elanna with her. Both women had objected, saying they didn't mind being seen by one another, but B'Elanna was adamant.

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

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

"No underwear, my love?" Kathryn repeated.

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

They were to ride in the Crystal Carriage, a favorite of B'Elanna's when she couldn't ride a horse. As long as the blinds were raised, the occupants had a 360 degree view, and any observers had an nearly unobstructed view of the occupants from the chest up. B'Elanna wore one of her army dress uniforms, dark blue with gold lapels, epaulets and cuffs, carrying an ebony swagger stick rather than wearing a sword, for a change. Kathryn 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. Kathryn looked, as always, very much in love with her royal spouse.

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

Puzzled, Kathryn 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," B'Elanna scowled, and Kathryn quickly forbore to question further.

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

Not wishing to anger the Queen, Kathryn complied, and was startled when B'Elanna 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," B'Elanna 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!"

Kathryn wiggled to accommodate first one boot between her thighs, and the other soon followed, so that B'Elanna'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," B'Elanna 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 doubt you can, but just in case, be careful. That is not my purpose at the moment."

"As you command, my lord," Kathryn panted. The sensation of B'Elanna's boot and the movement of the coach combined to urge Kathryn to great arousal.
"Ooooohhhhhhh, B'Elanna," 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!" Kathryn 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," B'Elanna explained. "And then I will have you as a slave is taken, for my pleasure."

"The people will smell my desire," Kathryn whimpered.

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

Kathryn 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 fianc饮 When I come to you after being with her, you are on fire," B'Elanna teased.

"My skirts will be soaked," Kathryn complained.

"And only you will suffer," B'Elanna 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," Kathryn agreed, reaching under her dress to caress B'Elanna's boots with her clothing. "You are truly my absolute sovereign lord, B'Elanna. No one has ever made me feel like such a slut. I want to lick your boots, not wipe them," she babbled feverishly.

"You will lick them, later. And when I have married Annika, you will lick them as I take her in bed. 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, B'Elanna remarked in an undertone, "Do you not find some of this work . . . suggestive? That one, there for example, makes me think of Annika's tongue in my pussy."

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

"Do you know why I brought this stick along this evening?" B'Elanna asked.

Kathryn shook her head, unwilling to trust her voice.

"No? Well, you'll find out soon enough," B'Elanna told her. "I look forward to the feel of your tongue on my boot, slut."

Kathryn's grip on B'Elanna's arm tightened, but she said nothing. Her mouth was dry with desire.

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

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

"Do not beg. I will use you when and how I see fit. Now, this work is the primary reason for this exhibit, is it not?" B'Elanna asked, stopping. "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," B'Elanna pointed with her stick.

"Then that must be you, with the broadsword, and me next to you," Kathryn said, stepping close for a better look. "My, what a panorama, and what a lot of work!"

"It was a decisive victory, and we owe it all to you, my love," B'Elanna 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, serving the Queens first.

B'Elanna raised her glass, "To Kathryn the Queen Consort! May the tales of her bravery in battle be told to our children for countless generations!"

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

"You bring great credit and honor to the House of Torres," B'Elanna responded formally, but with an enchanting smile. No one there could have doubted the love of the Queens for one another. The news of the Queen Regnant's new fianc饬 while astounding and fascinating, had no effect whatsoever on the love of the populace for B'Elanna and Kathryn, nor the esteem in which they were held. Olvarian Queens needed many lovers, and if anything B'Elanna's happiness was cause for even more general rejoicing. The assumption was that there was more than enough of B'Elanna 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.

B'Elanna'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," Kathryn whispered, smiling beautifully at the people around them. It was agony, but the sweetest kind.

As the ten o'clock gong sounded, B'Elanna and Kathryn 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, B'Elanna uttered three words. "Spread your legs."

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

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

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

"Yes, I am. Kneel, slut," B'Elanna snapped.

Carefully, Kathryn 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!" B'Elanna demanded. Kathryn's head bowed to the floor, and she tasted the ambrosia of B'Elanna's boots.

As much as she enjoyed Kathryn'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 B'Elanna herself had stimulated both of them with her lewd remarks throughout the course of the evening. B'Elanna 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," B'Elanna grunted, opening the fastenings of her pants. Kathryn 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 Kathryn's questing tongue like a living thing.

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

On her knees, Kathryn struggled to hold the hard, slippery clit against her tongue. She moaned as loudly as B'Elanna herself, lost in the embrace of their mutual lust. B'Elanna 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," B'Elanna grunted, humping furiously as she approached climax. "Uh! Uh Uh! Eeeeeee -yaaaagggghhh!" B'Elanna screamed in orgasm. "More more more!"

Kathryn'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 B'Elanna's sensation, and as always, B'Elanna delivered.

"All right, all right, gently now. Cleanse me, slut," B'Elanna sighed as her aftershocks pulsed in Kathryn's mouth. "Good, oh, that 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," Kathryn mumbled into the hot pussy where she still feasted on Olvarian honey.

B'Elanna relaxed on her cushioned seat, stroking Kathryn's head. She did not raise her to an embrace. Slaves belonged on the floor, where they could conveniently worship.

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

"Yes, my lord, " Kathryn agreed.

"When the carriage stops, sit up on the seat so the servants will not see you on the floor," B'Elanna said.

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

They went up the stairs with Kathryn trembling on B'Elanna's strong right arm. Their servants opened the doors to the apartments and closed them again, and Annika came running to greet them.

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

B'Elanna laughed and raised her quickly, then, looking slyly at Kathryn, she kissed her bride-to-be in the most intimate and invasive way possible, until Annika all but fell at her feet again.

B'Elanna turned to Kathryn and commanded, "Give me my swagger stick." She held out her hand while Kathryn turned her back and extracted it, releasing a flood of hot wetness down her legs.

Taking it, B'Elanna parted Annika's robe and caressed her womanhood slowly with the handle, transferring moisture from her wife to her fianc饮 Annika 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," B'Elanna murmured, stroking Annika between her legs. "I will come to you later."

"Yes, Majesty," Annika moaned softly. "I will look forward to it."

"I should think so," B'Elanna nodded. She waited until the various doors closed behind Annika, marking her progress through the suites, and then she turned to Kathryn. "You will undress and come to the throne room."

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

Kathryn poured red wine into a goblet and brought it to the foot of the dais, where she knelt.

B'Elanna smiled. "Approach, slut."

Kathryn rose again and brought the wine all the way to the foot of the throne, where she knelt again and kissed her wife's boots. B'Elanna took the wine from her and said, "You know, if I let you ride my boot, I will need to have pleasure again, and I will go to Annika."

"You will go to Annika in any event. You told her you would," Kathryn pointed out.

"You love it when I take her, don't you?" B'Elanna mused. "You don't merely accept or tolerate it, or understand it, or love me in spite of it. You enjoy it."

"I do, my lord. It reinforces my submission, my lack of choice, your ownership of me. To hear or see you come, or even know you must be coming, excites me and keeps me in readiness for you all the time. There is no time of the day or night that I do not long for your touch," Kathryn smiled, stroking B'Elanna's boot where it rested in her lap.

"Because you cannot always have me? Because you must share?" B'Elanna sipped her wine, then handed the goblet to Kathryn. "Share my wine, wife."

Kathryn tasted the deep ruby liquid, then handed the goblet back. "Waiting for you while you have other women is the most exciting aspect of being your wife, except being allowed to pleasure you myself, or feel the touch of your boot leather, even a little. I am your slave, my lord, because it excites me. I want my only choice to be whether or not I am a slave. Everything else rests in your hands."

"Hump my boot, slut," B'Elanna ordered, pleased with Kathryn as she almost always was. Now that she understood, life would be simpler.

Kathryn put the footstool in place, rose and straddled the shiny leather, tossing back her head with a little yelp.

B'Elanna felt the warmth of her wife's soft heat immediately. "Oh, yes, Kathryn, I love seeing you there, to feel you at my mercy. I love knowing you will stop instantly, and delay your own pleasure indefinitely for me. I could leave you here on your knees and find you still here in the morning, could I not?"

"Of course, lord B'Elanna. Where else would I go?"

"Indeed. Slowly, slut. Prepare me for Annika. Make me want her. Think of how I will take her after I leave you," B'Elanna teased in a voice smooth as silk.

"Enjoy her, my lord. You deserve every possible pleasure," Kathryn groaned, sliding her hand behind B'Elanna's knee, where she could feel the top of her wife's boot through her trousers.

"I do, don't I? Never fear, I shall have it, and more," B'Elanna said, bouncing Kathryn gently on her foot.

"Do you find her . . . sweet, my lord? Do you enjoy eating her?"

"So you know about that, do you?" B'Elanna had not indulged in giving Annika oral sex until they were engaged. It was a pleasure she reserved for her wives.

"I can hear her screaming, and I know what causes it. Besides, I have already tasted her," Kathryn smiled. "I know she is sweet."

"And how can you have tasted her, wife? You have had no access to her womanhood. Yet!" B'Elanna grunted as she drove her boot upward into her wife's vagina.

Kathryn groaned at the delicious sensation. "You had us exchange dildoes after making us insert them as you had your other concubines in the harem. How you must enjoy pleasuring her with your tongue," Kathryn guessed.

"Perhaps I will make you her slave as well," B'Elanna mused.

"I am entirely at your disposal, B'Elanna," Kathryn gasped. "Ooooh!
Uuuuhhhh . . . my lord, I am approaching climax."

"Approach more slowly, then," B'Elanna ordered, holding her boot still. "Rub yourself on my leather, and wait for permission."

Kathryn whimpered as she squeezed and released B'Elanna's boot deep within her cleft. Once having felt the initial spasms, it was very hard to delay the ultimate release she would receive. She shuddered and bit her lip, looking up into B'Elanna's eyes. "Mercy, please, please, I cannot hold back."

"Shall I remove my boot, then?" B'Elanna inquired.

"Oh, no! Oh, please, no!" Kathryn cried, melting against the warm leather, "I beg you not to leave me this way."

"Hold still," B'Elanna commanded sharply. "Do not move at all, and I will keep you under my control."

Almost imperceptibly, B'Elanna moved her boot within the confines of Kathryn's thighs. Kathryn trembled and shuddered as spasms shot through her. She gripped B'Elanna's leg tightly and bowed her head to B'Elanna's knee.

"Oh! Oh, please, my lord, it's so good, I burn so terribly. I need you to let me come for you," Kathryn whimpered.

"Shhhhh, lover. I will release you when I am ready," B'Elanna assured her. She sipped her wine thoughtfully and wiggled her toes, causing Kathryn to inhale sharply. "Don't move," she warned. "Look at me. Look into my eyes. Can you feel how completely I control you?"

"Oh, yes! Yes! And I need it, I need to be your slave," Kathryn affirmed.

"I need it, too," B'Elanna concurred. Then she brought her foot up sharply, once, twice, three times.

With a scream of surprise, Kathryn made her offering of pleasure to her lord. Hanging on as if for life itself, she bounced and writhed on the warm, wet leather she had so diligently polished with lips, tongue and sex.

"Oh!" she shrieked. "I am dyingggggggggggggg!"

B'Elanna grabbed her with one hand and held her in place, holding Kathryn upright until her legs gave way and she collapsed in aftershock before her Queen. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she lay still.

B'Elanna dropped to one knee beside her wife. "Are you all right, love?" she inquired tenderly, once again a wife herself, and not a demanding, imperious Queen.

"Yes, yes, that was lovely, so good, my lord," Kathryn sighed, content.

B'Elanna helped her up. "Come into the bedroom. I have an idea."

The two women walked through the suite hand in hand.

"Bring me some other boots," B'Elanna said, dropping into a chair, "and you can clean these up for me at your leisure."

"You're so thoughtful," Kathryn smiled, finding some similar military dress boots for B'Elanna to wear.

"Yes, and I also don't want Annika to find your essence on my boots when she removes them, nor do I want to explain why I'm not wearing any." B'Elanna looked down at Kathryn as she knelt to change the Queen's footwear. "I love you, my darling. You are the perfect spouse for me. Have I ever told you that?"

"Many times, and you for me, my dear love." She finished and looked up. "Enjoy yourself, my lord," Kathryn said, kissing B'Elanna's hand.

B'Elanna bent to kiss her wife on the lips. "I shall."