Consort: Chapter Twenty-One
by EZTrek1
The next day, the three women sat in the large sun-splashed throne room being
entertained by jugglers and magicians in an afternoon salon. While wine and
canap鳠were being passed around by the liveried staff, a Royal Courier entered
with the Queen's Chamberlain, who hurried to the Queen and made a formal
obeisance.
B'Elanna's face lit up and she clapped her hands to stop the performance and get
the attention of the various courtiers who were also lounging about the room.
"Your attention please! Proceed," she ordered the courier, who unrolled a short
scroll and cleared her throat.
"Her Royal Highness the Princess S'Eranda and her husband, Prince G'Etan
announce with pleasure the birth of their daughter, heir to the throne of
Olvaria."
Kathryn and Annika began to applaud and everyone else joined in.
"Bring champagne!" B'Elanna ordered and the servants went scurrying to the
cellars.
"What is the little girl's name to be?" Kathryn wondered.
"I haven't quite decided," B'Elanna grinned, for it was her right to name her
own heir, although she would certainly consider the wishes of her sister and
brother-in-law.
"What names are you considering?" Annika asked. The jugglers resumed their act
and a troupe of musicians appeared as if by magic to add to the celebration.
"I am leaning toward V'Ektanna, my great-aunt's name, or M'Endanna, my
mother's," B'Elanna told them.
"Why not your own name? You are becoming a great Queen, one whose name it would
be an honor to bear," Kathryn remarked.
"No, it would be a burden," Annika objected. "Too great a name to live up to.
Too much pressure."
"Without Kathryn's intervention, we would not even be having such a
conversation," B'Elanna pointed out gently. "I might not be married at all, let
alone twice-married and aunt to my heir."
"When can we see her?" Kathryn asked.
"I shall send to S'Eranda and see. Perhaps tomorrow or tomorrow night, when she
has had a chance to rest and make herself presentable once again," B'Elanna
said. "Pregnancy and childbirth are draining and exhausting. I do not envy her
any of it."
"Sex with you can be much the same," Annika whispered.
"Impertinent slut," B'Elanna whispered back, her eyes alight. "I shall make you
pay for that!"
"Please do," Annika purred. "It has been hours."
"Then tonight you will suffer," B'Elanna decreed, and they turned their
attention once again to champagne, entertainment and conversation with the
celebrating court.
Annika and Kathryn smiled knowingly at one another. Surely one of them would be
lucky with B'Elanna tonight, perhaps both!
***
Her Majesty, Queen B'Elanna, the Mighty, the Magnificent, the Merciless,
summoned her wives formally to her private throne room that very same evening.
She had given them no reason, simply ordering them to appear in court dress,
together.
Therefore, Kathryn wore her dress uniform as Brigadier of the Paxverdi Lancers,
an ermine robe over it, and her crown. Annika wore her own state robes and the
tiara which proclaimed her own title. They looked each other over carefully in
the anteroom, and then, because the sentries had been dismissed by the Queen
herself, Kathryn knocked briskly on the polished oak door.
"Enter!"
B'Elanna was on her throne, arrayed in all her finery, but unattended. At the
foot of the dais were two pillows, side by side. Having no idea of what was to
take place, Kathryn and Annika advanced to the pillows, knelt and gazed up at
their wife, who looked stern and commanding.
Kathryn's heart hammered in her chest. The fact that there were no witnesses
made her immediately think B'Elanna was up to something diabolical having to do
with their subordinate status as her wives.
B'Elanna cleared her throat. "I wish to announce an important decision that will
affect only the two of you." Neither of her wives moved or spoke, so B'Elanna
went on. "When I married Kathryn, I elevated her from slavery to royalty in a
matter of weeks. Although she had been a general and an aristocrat before,
apparently this change of status was not as much to her liking as anyone might
have imagined."
"My lord," Kathryn began.
B'Elanna cut her off. "Silence, my lord Duke. I have not finished. On the other
hand, Annika, also an aristocrat, was my concubine for several years before I
married her. Although it was done at Kathryn's urging, it pleased me greatly
then, and pleases me more every day."
Annika smiled up at her lord, and B'Elanna smiled back. She continued. "However,
there were problems. Kathryn desired slavery, Annika desired continuous physical
pleasure. But their positions forbade either of them from achieving their
desires."
Kathryn was beginning to worry. B'Elanna hadn't smiled at her yet.
The Queen proceeded with her speech. "As time passed, Kathryn managed to
reacquire some of the conditions of her former slavery, and Annika has managed
to demand, and receive, more pleasure from me than any consort of the Queen of
Olvaria has a right to expect. These are not altogether bad things. Moreover,
both of my wives love one another dearly, and exhibit no jealousy whatsoever for
one another, and that is admirable."
"However, we have yet to resolve any of these issues completely. Kathryn is my
wife and Queen Consort. She is not a slave, but trying to treat Kathryn as an
equal has met with little success. Annika is my wife and Consort Royal, not my
first wife nor an equal lover, as dictated by custom and my desires." B'Elanna
was pleased to see that both wives were regarding her intently.
"Therefore, as of this moment, the following conditions are in effect among the
three of us, in private only. Our legal and public relationships remain in
force. This will never be discussed with others, not on pain of death, but on
pain of irreversible embarrassment. No one would ever comprehend what we have
all become in relation to one another. Annika, you may rise, and sit beside me
on my throne."
Startled, Annika obeyed immediately, looking down at Kathryn with a helpless
shrug.
"Kathryn, you are no longer my first wife. You are my second wife and my sex
slave. Take off your crown, and lay it at Annika's feet."
Silently, Kathryn obeyed. She noted with detachment that her hands were
trembling.
"Your robes as well," B'Elanna ordered, waiting for Kathryn to obey. "Now remove
all of your clothing. Slaves wear nothing except for protection from the
elements. You will go naked before us from now on."
Kathryn followed the Queen's orders until she was naked on her knees, wearing
nothing but her wedding ring and the Jewel.
"Annika, you are my first wife. In private, you alone will sit here with me. I
present to you your personal slave, Kathryn. You may use her as you wish, even
to the point of demanding physical pleasure from her in my absence or in case of
illness or injury that prevents me from meeting your needs."
"Kathryn, as our slave, you are forbidden my bed unless invited. You will eat
from our hands on your knees on the floor. You will care for all of our
footwear. You will serve us in any way we see fit. You will address both of us
as 'my lord,' and you will treat us as gods. If and when you come it will be on
your knees by your own hand, or on my boots. You will never request pleasure,
and you will never climax without permission. Is all of that understood? Before
you ask any questions, this decision is final, and there are to be no objections
from either of you."
Kathryn took a deep breath. "Thank you, my lord," she said simply. She felt
light-headed. "I have no questions."
"Annika? Annika!" To B'Elanna's amazement, Annika was crying.
"Please," she wept, "I want to be your slave, too, B'Elanna!"
B'Elanna slapped her own forehead. "You amaze and baffle me! Very well, off with
your jewels and robes! Get down next to Kathryn. You are both my sex slaves from
now on!"
As Annika happily stripped and flung herself down beside Kathryn, the
newly-enslaved Queen Consort asked, "Will you boot-fuck us, my lord?"
"I will fuck you both silly!" B'Elanna growled, exasperated. Then she laughed
and opened her arms. "Come to me, slaves. I want to hold you."
Both women jumped up, leaped into B'Elanna's lap and threw their arms around
her, weeping with joy.
"I don't suppose any of us will be happy unless you are both my slaves,"
B'Elanna sighed. "Kathryn, you will still pleasure Annika whenever she asks for
it. Her needs are as strong as mine. Understood?"
"With pleasure, my lord," Kathryn said, nuzzling B'Elanna's neck. "I would
worship both of you, although I don't think Annika will let me."
"I will gladly take pleasure with you, Kathryn, but I will never use you. And I
want you to show me how to be a good slave to B'Elanna," Annika requested. "I
want to worship her as you do. I want to absorb as much of her pleasure as I
can."
"Then it's settled, slaves. I will boot-fuck both of you at once, and you can
grovel until the midnight gong, and sleep at my feet and worship me and lick my
boots all you want. I trust this is to your liking?" B'Elanna demanded. "Why
does every woman I meet want to be my slave and not my wife??"
Kathryn looked into her lord's eyes. "Because you are mighty."
"Because you are magnificent," Annika chimed in.
"Because I am merciless!" the Queen of Olvaria thundered, dumping her women off
her lap. "Now bring my stools, and prepare to come like the slaves you are, or
you will feel the lash!"
Giggling with relief, Annika and Kathryn cleared their finery out of the way and
helped B'Elanna divest herself of her regalia. One brought wine and the other
found the stools. Then they knelt and licked the Queen's boots with complete
reverence, awaiting her next command. Both women were flushed with desire, all
restrictions and limitations having been dissolved by their wife.
B'Elanna sipped her wine thoughtfully, looking own at the two lovely heads
bobbing at her feet. Their tongues were simply divine, even felt through her
fine leather and silk hose.
"I should enslave my entire court," she muttered, relaxing into their
ministrations. "You are both delightful."
"They would gladly join us here if they could," Kathryn pointed out. "I was
dying to be your slave, B'Elanna. I can never thank you enough."
"I can think of ways," B'Elanna reassured her. "I want one of you to start to
eat me, and the other to kiss and stroke my boots at the same time. You will
change places every two minutes until I come. Whoever receives my orgasm can
come on my boots while the other rides and watches, and that one will clean up
the mess made by both of you."
"When will the loser come?" Annika asked.
"Good question," B'Elanna grinned. "Later."
"My lord, if I am to ride your boot, my Jewel will have to be removed," Kathryn
pointed out.
"Rise and I will take it off. Put your foot up on my knee," B'Elanna instructed.
But before she removed it, B'Elanna stroked the Jewel and entered Kathryn with
her fingers until her legs threatened to collapse under her. Laughing at
Kathryn's lack of control, B'Elanna unlocked the Jewel and nodded at Kathryn to
resume her position.
As soon as B'Elanna lifted one leg over the arm of her throne, Annika plunged
into her molten womanhood without delay. She wanted to be the one to come on the
Queen's boot, but if she did not, Kathryn would be allowed to pleasure her.
Kathryn lay down flat on the floor and kissed B'Elanna's boot. She rubbed her
face and breasts on it, polishing the leather with hardened nipples. She heard
B'Elanna groan above her, and knew the assault of the two slaves upon her
pleasure centers was having the desired effect. Kathryn trembled in
anticipation. She longed to pour her orgasm on B'Elanna's leather, but she
realized B'Elanna would probably favor Annika because of the younger woman's
needs.
"Kathryn, take Annika's place. Annika, attend to my other boot," B'Elanna said,
relaxed yet aroused. Having two such submissive wives was a dream come true.
They were entitled to so much more, but all they desired was her pleasure and
their own subjugation. She was more than willing to provide both in copious
quantities.
Annika moved to the boot which B'Elanna had draped over the arm of her throne.
The two women looked into one another's eyes as Annika worshipped the Queen.
B'Elanna licked her lips, teasing her enslaved wife, and Annika moaned against
the shiny leather. Kneeling upright, Annika boldly squeezed B'Elanna's foot
between her breasts, and bent to lick it as she massaged it with the beautifully
rounded globes.
B'Elanna was enchanted. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh," she groaned at the new sensation. "I
shall have to teach this to my concubines."
"To Sharue?" Annika inquired innocently.
"Especially to her. I just taught her how I like my ass licked. I told her to
think about coming on my boots next time, to keep her interested," the Queen
remarked.
"Did you not let her come today?" Annika asked, continuing to swirl her tongue
over B'Elanna's instep. The Queen had gone to the harem briefly after the salon.
"No, I let One and Two come today, to teach Sharue patience. I am sure someone
had her after I left," B'Elanna said.
"And who did you come with?" Annika teased.
B'Elanna smiled. "With the lucky ones."
Kathryn shuddered as she ate pussy. She loved to think of B'Elanna's continuous
pleasure. It sharpened her desire for her wife and lord almost painfully. Need
knifed through her and she gasped aloud at the intensity of it.
"As long as there is enough for us," Annika said sweetly.
"I will always have more than enough pleasure to share with both of you. Each
woman I take seems to prime me for the next one. Even in the arms of my
concubines, I think of your tongues inside me, and I long for your touch,"
B'Elanna confessed. "Change places again," she ordered.
"Do you think of your concubines when you are with your wives, my lord?" Kathryn
asked when she came up for air.
"Mmmmmm, wouldn't you?" B'Elanna smiled down at her. "Lick, slave."
"I wet the floor with my excitement for you," Kathryn mumbled over the damp
leather.
"I will fill you both with my honey, slaves," B'Elanna said. "You will soon get
all that you need." She shifted on her throne. "Annika, I am coming. You will
come on my boots this time. Ooohhhhhh, Ah! AHHHH!" B'Elanna gasped, suddenly
bucking and thrusting. "Eat me, you needy slut!"
Kathryn clung to B'Elanna's boot and licked frantically, gobbling the warm
leather as her wife came in Annika's mouth.
Annika clawed at B'Elanna as her own clit leaped in response to B'Elanna's
ecstasy. She was going to come! B'Elanna had promised.
B'Elanna pounded the arm of her throne with one hand while holding onto Annika's
head with the other. The level of ecstasy she reached with her wives far
exceeded what she experienced with her other lovers, because they knew her well,
because she was in love with them, and now, because they had both chosen
slavery. Slaves who had no choice could be taught the proper behaviors, but
before Kathryn no slave ever chose such a fate. Now Annika followed Kathryn's
example, putting aside ease and privilege to lick the boots of her lord and
wife. Evidently Annika had recognized and yearned for Kathryn's form of complete
fulfillment. Now that Kathryn was sworn to please Annika, the younger woman
could have both slavery and relief for her great physical needs. Their
arrangement must truly be ordained by the gods, it was so spectacularly
successful.
The Queen groaned with ecstasy as her aftershocks gripped her. She looked down
at the women who adored her. "Ride my boots now, both of you. Kathryn, you may
not come. You will repress your orgasm if necessary."
"It will be, my lord," Kathryn confirmed.
She and Annika moved the stools back into place and B'Elanna placed her boots
upon them. "Hump my boots," she hissed. "Annika, you will not come until you beg
permission."
Annika's smile was radiant. "As you wish, my love."
Together, the women knelt and gripped B'Elanna's legs. She leaned back and
enjoyed their efforts to polish her leather with their hot pussies. One of them
would surely have to eat her when they were finished.
Kathryn squirmed and moaned as she approached climax. She looked over at Annika.
The woman was panting desperately, and just then, she began to beg for release.
"B'Elanna, please, it is too much. Let me come," Annika pleaded.
"I can't yet, love. I wish to watch Kathryn's torment a while longer," B'Elanna
said smoothly. She bounced both feet on the stools, sending shock-waves of
sensation through them.
Annika groaned and bowed her head to B'Elanna's knee. "Your leather . . . oh,
gods! I can't bear it!"
"You had better," B'Elanna warned.
Kathryn writhed, her head whipping from side to side. "My lord, I am going to
come," she cried out.
"Do you want to be lashed, and hang in the rack while I lie with my other wife?"
B'Elanna inquired. "Do you wish to wait a week to come again?"
"No, no, please . . . not a week!" Kathryn gasped.
"Then you will hold back," B'Elanna commanded.
"Mmmm . . . ooooohhhhhhhhh . . ." Kathryn whimpered, sliding her aching clit up
and down her wife's boot.
Annika was practically weeping with frustration. "How you hurt me!" she sobbed.
"Have mercy, 'Lanna, please!"
B'Elanna cocked her head, as if considering. "Very well, Annika. Come on my
boot."
Annika shrieked and bore down hard. "Yes! Yes! Oh . . . GODS!" she all but
collapsed as her need exploded into pleasure. She wriggled up and down the soft,
smooth leather as liquids poured from her, onto the boot, the stool and the
floor. It was like the orgasm she had on her knees at B'Elanna's feet, the night
they were engaged. "'Lanna! 'Lanna! 'Lanaaaaaaaa!" she howled.
Kathryn grunted with effort. She was rubbing just as hard as Annika had, yet
without hope of climax. It was the most exquisite torture. "My lord, my lord,"
she moaned. She knew better than to beg. She knew she was forbidden.
B'Elanna was pleased with the submission and obedience of both wives. As soon as
Annika slid off to lie on the floor, B'Elanna summoned Kathryn. "Come here,
darling," she purred lovingly, patting her lap.
It cost Kathryn considerable effort to rise in her desperate, pre-orgasmic
state, but she longed for her wife's touch, and soon she was on her back in
B'Elanna's lap, her head resting on the arm of the throne.
By now, B'Elanna was aroused again, but she chose to intensify her own desire as
well. Gently she stroked and fingered Kathryn's swollen labia, her engorged
clit, making the woman's muscles jump, wringing groans from her lips.
"You suffer beautifully, slave," B'Elanna whispered, leaning down to kiss
Kathryn's lips.
Kathryn sucked B'Elanna's tongue greedily, arching to her skilled fingers. She
had never been kept in such dire want for so long. And still she did not beg.
"My lord," she groaned, "as you have forbidden me climax . . ."
"Yes?" B'Elanna asked, refusing to give in.
"Replace the Jewel, that I might kneel and pleasure you," Kathryn requested.
B'Elanna nodded. "That is a request I will gladly grant." She slid her hand into
her pocket and withdrew the Jewel. Ever so tenderly, she inserted it in the
holes that pierced Kathryn's labia, an action which caused Kathryn to twitch
convulsively with extreme need. The tiny lock clicked shut. Kathryn was captive
again. "Now you may take my come," B'Elanna said, letting Kathryn slide to her
knees between boots now sticky with the honey of her two submissive wives.
"Thank you, my lord," Kathryn sighed, bending her head and tasting the nectar
that was the Queen of Olvaria.
B'Elanna placed her hands on Kathryn's head, holding her down although she knew
Kathryn had no desire to withdraw. She smiled at Annika, who had crawled to her
left boot and was licking up what she had left there before.
"Darling wives," B'Elanna said, "and beloved slaves. I have decided to name my
heir 'B'Elanna' after all. I hope she will be as happy a Queen as the two of you
have made me."
Kathryn's head bobbed up at that. "Oh! I am so pleased to hear it!"
"Eat me, wife," B'Elanna tried to be stern, but failed and smiled at her
Consort. "And perhaps later on, I will let you come to celebrate your slavery
and the birth of the Princess."
"I will come only at your command, my lord," Kathryn promised.
"I, too, will only come with your permission," Annika said. "There is nothing
sweeter to me than your pleasure." To emphasize her devotion, she licked her
wife's boot as she looked up into B'Elanna's eyes.
B'Elanna regarded them with great satisfaction. "You have learned your lessons
well, as I have. I will never attempt to limit your submission again. I will use
you as a Queen takes slaves, not as lovers." She looked down at Kathryn. "Now,
slave, receive my pleasure as if it were your own."
"It is my pleasure, my lord," Kathryn insisted. She plunged her face into
B'Elanna's wet heat, and B'Elanna came all over her, thrusting mercilessly,
screaming with ecstasy, until Kathryn had taken every last spasm for her own.
And so, Kathryn Janeway, Queen Consort and Duke of Paxverdi was once again the
happiest woman in all of Olvaria.