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."