[Jendri 05] - The Abasing of Jendri

by Susanna Valent

  V'Anekka climaxed with a roar and a gush of liquids, smothering Jendri's cries of agony with her mouth. The Second Consort thrashed in Jendri's arms, thoroughly enjoying this new pleasure of conquering a slave and coming all over her as she writhed in desperate need. Finally she sagged limply on Jendri's tortured body, and kissed her more gently.

  Jendri felt the rush of warmth she frequently experienced with K'Endarra and relaxed, too. “Ah, thank you, Excellency,” she said to V'Anekka. “You are a superb mistress."

  “I have a feeling you enjoyed that every bit as much as I did,” V'Anekka accused with a soft laugh. “Admit it."

  “Gladly. You worked me hard, but rewarded me as well. K'Endarra will be most pleased."

  V'Anekka reached between Jendri's legs and stroked her swollen clit. “Sore?"

  Jendri spread wider to give V'Anekka more room. “Oh, yes, my lord. Very. It swells and aches and feels like it is being pinched in a tight clamp."

  “I think you should practice some more, don't you?” V'Anekka asked, kissing her. Tenderly, she squeezed Jendri's clit, rolling it between her practiced fingers.

  “I think it is my duty to please you in every way,” Jendri responded. She pressed into V'Anekka's hand, enjoying the severe discipline. Her genitals were on fire and V'Anekka was merciless.

  “You please me greatly, Jendri,” V'Anekka said. She braced her slave's legs wide part with her own, and ground the heel of her hand into Jendri's cleft, making her arch and cry out.

  “Good girl,” V'Anekka approved, and they kissed passionately. Jendri's need stimulated the Marquess, and to increase it, she entered Jendri with her fingers while manipulating the distended clit with her thumb. As the slave bucked involuntarily in her arms, V'Anekka coached, “Hold back, love.” She kneaded the throbbing organ until Jendri seemed strained to the limit, her head thrown back, every muscle in her body taut as a bowstring.

  V'Anekka nodded. “Excellent. I will come for you now. You deserve to feel my ecstasy.” She released Jendri and straddled her face, taking the slave's hands in her own. As she began to rock in Jendri's mouth she said, “Press here on my right. It is my secondary clit. Massage it ... good girl. Oh, yes!"

  Jendri moved with V'Anekka, licking, sucking, caressing, while her own ignored pleasure center screamed for mercy. After several long, slow minutes of delectable torture, the Marquess burst into her second series of orgasms, which she was only too happy to share with the compliant woman under her. “Good! Oh, yes! Oh ... oh ... ahhhhh ... oh, Jendri! You are so good! Take my come! Lick more ... more ... more!” Grasping Jendri's head, V'Anekka bore down, robbing her of air as she pumped her lengthy climaxes deeply down her slave's throat. With a gigantic shudder, the Marquess finished, and slid down on top of Jendri to lie between her legs and kiss her while they relaxed.

  Jendri embraced V'Anekka and let the warmth of her lover's satisfaction wash over her and soothe her. The sharp ache subsided to a delightful, slow, throb and Jendri shivered at the sensation. “Thank you so much, my lord. You are very good to me.” She kissed V'Anekka over and over as tears of happiness ran down their cheeks.

  V'Anekka sighed. “Our lord was right. It is truly a remarkable thing to feel a submissive's need in making love. I will never forget this."

  “You don't have to,” Jendri smiled. “I will remind you of it by serving you whenever you want."

  * * *

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  All three women had duties to attend to, making up for the time lost by cavorting with K'Endarra's sex slaves and each other, so they did not meet again until a late supper, which they ate before the fireplace in the library instead of the private dining room. Even so, Jendri served the others and knelt between them to be fed. The two dominant women ate the centers of all three meat pies and fed the crusts to Jendri absently, stroking her hair and chatting about how they had spent the hours apart.

  Jendri licked their palms and sucked their fingers as they fed her, and they smiled down at her indulgently. “What a good slave you are, love,” K'Endarra remarked.

  “She's incredibly sincere,” V'Anekka added. “You greedy little come-sucker, you,” she said sweetly, and all of them laughed.

  “I certainly am greedy when it comes to making you happy,” Jendri said. “I couldn't agree more."

  “I am having my sex slaves after we eat,” K'Endarra said, “and I require your assistance. If you want to make me happy, Jendri, this is an excellent opportunity."

  “I wouldn't miss it if I had a choice!” Jendri declared.

  Bowing to the carpet, she licked their plates, silverware and serving dishes clean and tidied the serving cart, placing it near the door for the servants while her mistresses relaxed before the fire.

  “What would you like us to wear, darling?” V'Anekka asked her wife.

  “Hmmm. For you, my love, something that will allow you to receive pleasure while seated. For Jendri, a silk tunic and trousers that set off her lovely figure will be very nice. Meet me in the throne room up here in fifteen minutes."

  As her wives scrambled to obey, K'Endarra, already comfortably attired, wandered off to her private throne room to check her equipment. She was seated on her throne when her wives arrived and made their obeisance. “Come here, you silly things. Are you so terrified of me?"

  “We are in awe and we know you demand our respect,” V'Anekka said, going to her Consort's Chair. She wore a teal mid-length gown, and hose and suede boots of the same color.

  “No underwear, I presume,” K'Endarra said, licking her lips.

  “Of course not,” V'Anekka confirmed, seating herself. She smoothed her skirts and watched expectantly as the others settled themselves on the elaborate double-throne.

  Jendri felt odd, sitting there with K'Endarra, given that she was a slave in private, but as the Queen Consort in public, it was both her right and duty to perform as commanded, and nothing could be done about that.

  “Ring for the page, V'Anekka,” K'Endarra commanded, and in a few moments, the sex slaves were paraded in. They knelt in unison, then prostrated themselves at the foot of the steps. Fracta and Sharue clinked as their iron belts struck the marble.

  “Lepta, Chenta, change my boots and let's play musical slaves,” the Queen said, clapping her hands.

  The two favored slaves climbed the steps, pulled the buttplug boots from under K'Endarra's throne and placed them on her while the other two lay trembling on the floor.

  “Chenta, put those two under my heels and take your place between my legs. Lepta, you're the timer. Two minutes at a time."

  Lepta got out a tiny hour-glass and knelt to one side. Jendri squeezed as far as she could to her left on the throne to allow her wife to spread her legs wide enough to accommodate all three slaves. Because Fracta and Sharue were belted, the buttplug heels had to be guided in through the waste holes to their anuses, and both slaves groaned and gnashed their teeth while they were being adjusted. Their fists clenched and both began to secrete lubricants that dripped down their legs as the heels entered them. Jendri's own sex twitched in empathy. She remembered well what torture they were feeling.

  K'Endarra rocked her heels gently to seat them, and the slaves gasped in agony. Of course Fracta hadn't come in years and Sharue was not used to such treatment at all. K'Endarra enjoyed their reactions so much, she twisted her heels to make them do it again.

  As they whimpered, K'Endarra nodded to Lepta and Chenta to begin, and she pulled Jendri against her left side and began to kiss her tenderly. Jendri responded instantly, and she, too, began to wet herself with desire and anticipation of K'Endarra's satisfaction.

  Every two minutes, Lepta announced, “Time,” and the slaves rotated counter-clockwise. K'Endarra kept an eye on the timer and adjusted each slave who came to her crotch so that she would come to Sharue's tongue.

  “Ah, yes, little slut-slave,” she murmured as Sharue worshipped her. “You will receive my orgasm. Do not lose your grip."

  “My lord,”
Sharue sobbed.

  But K'Endarra was not there for conversation. “Use your tongue for sex, not idle chit-chat,” she ordered, and she pushed deep into her slave's mouth to keep her quiet.

  K'Endarra's kisses became more demanding as she approached orgasm, and then, as she came, she gripped the heads of both lovers to keep them in place as she erupted. “Oh, dear gods, yes!” she shrieked. “What pleasure! What a tongue! Eat me hard, you crotch-licking whore!"

  Jendri was startled. She had not heard such abusive language to a slave since her own days, long ago, before Queen Julia of the Osterlanders had taught her and K'Endarra a valuable lesson about the love between dominant and submissive, but this was hardly the time for her to voice such an observation. Even so, she realized what was going on between K'Endarra and Sharue was much more about power than sex, and she wondered what the final resolution could possibly be.

  K'Endarra finally relaxed and pushed Sharue's head away. “What a shame you can't come. Lepta, take Sharue's reward in her place. Fracta and Sharue, clean my heels."

  The two miserable slaves pulled loose of the buttplug heels with relief and took rags from the shoeshine box concealed in a grand sideboard to do their duty. At the same time, Lepta began to caress herself, writhing on her knees, panting and looking up at K'Endarra with love and awe until she orgasmed and pitched forward at the Queen's feet. She waited until the royal boot-heels were clean and then kissed them.

  “Good,” K'Endarra said. “Now, I have surprises for both of my wives, but Her Majesty Jendri will receive hers in private. Her Excellency V'Anekka will receive hers here. Ladies, please change places, just for this occasion."

  As Jendri took the Consort's Chair, she realized how lovely and perfect V'Anekka looked on the other half of the double throne. She trembled with desire for both of the powerful women seated there.

  As V'Anekka took her place, she was embarrassed at the moisture which had flooded her skirts as she observed the Queen's use of the slaves. No one else noticed or commented on it, nor was it likely they would make any remark to the woman who ranked above all but a few in the land.

  “Chenta, Lepta, please support Her Excellency with your luscious backsides as she enjoys Sharue's talents,” K'Endarra instructed.

  All three women were a little startled, as was Jendri, but they maintained their composure. Chenta and Lepta, although they had no choice, did not find this task very arduous, and no one really cared what Sharue thought. V'Anekka was not sure she was entitled to this service, but arguing with K'Endarra in front of anyone could land her in the mines. She raised her legs and braced her boots on the kneeling slaves, and looked down into the suffering eyes of Sharue. “Eat me, slave,” she said softly.

  It was the voice of authority and Sharue recognized it as such. She bent forward into the lovely crotch V'Anekka had revealed to her and began to suck the very swollen clitoris she found there.

  Instantly V'Anekka's eyes bugged out, then rolled back in her head. In a haze of bliss she vaguely remembered what T'Eldorna had said about the quality of Sharue's tongue. She white-knuckled the left arm of the throne while K'Endarra, having anticipated the reaction, held her tightly from the right.

  “Slowly, Sharue,” K'Endarra instructed. “Her Excellency is not used to you."

  It was pointless. V'Anekka could not hold back. Her boots jittered on the asses of the kneeling stool-slaves, and she gasped for breath and screamed as her climax lifted her right off the throne, causing her to drop roughly to the cushioned seat. It happened again and again, spine-jarring orgasms of indescribable intensity. She couldn't even say “enough,” so K'Endarra had to do it for her.

  “That will do. Again, since Sharue cannot climax at the moment, Chenta can take her reward. You may proceed,” K'Endarra said.

  Jendri stared in utter amazement, flooding her clothing, and realizing the chair cushion upon which she was sitting would have to be sent out for cleaning.

  Chenta, in the meantime, turned and took her climax, crying aloud with relief and coming on her knees before V'Anekka. She shyly kissed the suede boots of the nearly-unconscious Marquess and withdrew to the bottom of the steps with her associates.

  K'Endarra gave them a last command. “You are all dismissed except Fracta. Come forward."

  Fracta crawled up the steps on her belly and waited. Once the door had closed behind the other slaves, K'Endarra said, “Kneel upright. What have you been doing with Sharue today?"

  Fracta was unable to totally suppress a smile. “After we left Your Majesty, Sharue emptied the slops in the dungeon. She hauled them up to the heap behind the stables. Then she spent the afternoon spreading manure in the fields of a vegetable farm outside the gates."

  “How did you get out there?” K'Endarra wanted to know.

  “I rode a donkey and she walked behind it. She had a sack to collect whatever the donkey produced to use on the farm."

  K'Endarra tried to suppress a smile, but she gave in to laughter. “All right, I can find no fault with that. Kiss my boots and go."

  Fracta stared. She had seldom been allowed that privilege.

  “Are you deaf? Do it, slave."

  Fracta bowed to the floor and did the required homage, and when she looked up, tears rolled down her cheeks.

  K'Endarra said. “Continue in the same manner. Dismissed."

  As soon as they were alone, K'Endarra asked her wives, “Who has that Gonavian ivory dildo? The long, thick, heavy smooth one?"

  Jendri answered, “I believe it is in V'Anekka's nightstand, Majesty."

  “Well, let us go. V'Anekka needs help getting to her bed anyway, and I can have you there. She is drained but I can still come, easily."

  Jendri stifled a sigh. She hated that dildo because it was so featureless. Even though she had no reason to expect an orgasm, she liked the coupling with her lord to be interesting and exciting enough for her to finish near climax. The Gonavian was so smooth one could barely feel it, except for its thickness and weight. Then she realized K'Endarra wanted it for that very reason: Jendri was so aroused all the time that the least touch could send her into an unauthorized climax and then there'd be hell to pay. Using this dildo, the Queen could enjoy herself while sparing her wife the anguish of struggling so hard not to come.

  Together the Queens helped V'Anekka to stumble to her chambers, and there Jendri undressed her and eased her into one side of the huge bed while the Queen located what she wanted. Then Jendri undressed K'Endarra, too, and helped secure the harness with the huge, pale dildo.

  K'Endarra pushed Jendri onto the bed on her back. Efficiently, she stripped her consort naked and demanded, “Off with your Jewel, young lady."

  Jendri spread, worried again about the necessity of holding back, and was grateful for the practice V'Anekka had forced upon her earlier. She would manage somehow, especially if K'Endarra did not take her from the front the entire time. K'Endarra took the ruby out and handed it over, signaling Jendri to clean it and herself. When Jendri returned from the bathroom to kneel at the foot of the bed, K'Endarra was relaxing beside her second wife, who was smiling and gazing unfocused at the frescoes on the ceiling.

  “Up, my love, and arrange yourself over this pile of pillows,” K'Endarra smiled. “I am most eager to begin."

  Jendri put her head down and her ass in the air for her wife, and gathered the pillows under her. As long as K'Endarra took her from the rear, she was safe. First, she felt the Monarch's fingers exploring her wetness. She sighed and gripped them gently with her vaginal muscles.

  “Mmmm, you are very eager, too, I see,” K'Endarra joked. “That's good, because this is one of the thickest dildoes we have, I think. Take a deep breath, darling, and let me in."

  Jendri felt the enormous, round head of the thing beginning its journey into her depths, and she gasped as it opened her. She writhed slightly trying to accommodate her wife, but K'Endarra held her still. “Shhhh, love, easy now. Just accept it, loosen up, there we are, baby."

  S
lowly the ivory rod was pushed in. Jendri's hands clenched around the bedclothes and she hissed. She was feeling very full, and it wasn't even halfway into her. Gradually the thick, smooth dildo descended until finally Jendri had the definite impression it was lodged behind her breastbone.

  “Ahhh,” K'Endarra sighed. “Very nice. You're making it vibrate, darling. You must be very excited."

  “My ... clit ... burns,” the First Consort managed to choke out.

  “I'm nowhere near your clit,” K'Endarra promised her. She pressed down and in to seat the dildo. “Ready? I'll go very slowly at first, until you're relaxed enough to take it. Try not to squeeze, honey."

  Jendri could only gasp. With the full force and weight of her powerful wife behind the dildo, Jendri was effectively immobilized.

  The dildo withdrew slightly, then K'Endarra thrust back in.

  “Dear god,” Jendri moaned into the sheets.

  K'Endarra built up speed, sliding in more forcefully each time. Jendri began to want it, and want it badly. Then K'Endarra began to withdraw further with each stroke, and Jendri heard her spouse's excited cries.

  “Good Jendri, good Jendri. I know it's big, but it's so good. Stay loose, let it do the work, don't fight me."

  “I'm not, I'm not, it's lovely. K'Endarra ... do me ... more ... like that ... oooohhhhhhh,” Jendri moaned. As she rocked with her wife to receive her thrusts, she began to perceive there was a danger. She was so long denied, so highly aroused, even this boringly smooth thing, not touching her clit directly, was exciting her tremendously. It might have been the size, the angle or the way K'Endarra was treating her, but it was very hard to resist.

  “Please, K'Endarra, be careful, you're driving me wild,” Jendri begged. “It's so good, it's too good!"

  “Easy, easy, you know what to do. Take deep breaths, concentrate on me,” K'Endarra warned. “Not long now, hold back a little more, Jendri. Stay focused. Don't grip it, you'll make it more difficult. Uh!"

  “Are you coming?” Jendri asked anxiously. “I'm afraid, K'Endarra.” She felt split in half, yet enough of her was receiving sensations that she had to fight off the orgasm that was looming within her.