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The vast, splendid royal harem was reserved now for the pleasure of two persons, neither of whom was royal. The former queen of the planet, a majestic black-haired beauty, knelt naked between the gleaming boots of her lord master and husband, her former royal guard, as he fed her bits of fruit with his fingers. She wore a heavy gold collar around her neck, but she looked comfortable enough. She was smiling.

The queen had never been in the habit of smiling much, previously. The man who had married her couldn’t believe how much her expression had softened during his time with her. She had been beautiful before, but now she was becoming almost– pretty.

Was it unbelievable, that she could change so much? He wondered if she had changed at all, or, like a dragon chased by hunters to the brink of defeat, she had merely folded her wings and changed her mind. It was, as she had said, better than the dungeon. Here she was, alone in this beautiful place, the center of attention by a young man devoted to her pleasure, her every need met, her every wish fulfilled instantly, with the rod of correction held comfortingly above her in case she started to have doubts or felt too inactive. She was an intelligent, willful woman who had been fighting for place and power all her life. Wasn’t it good to take a rest from all that? She was resting. The queen was on vacation.

Her submission was genuine. Her husband believed it. He had seen four independent proofs of it. The first, when he’d found her looking through the Chief Eunuch’s cupboard where all the instruments of his profession were kept, which had not been emptied. She had exclaimed with the delight of discovered perversion, and had sat down to sort through the contents. He had joined her, and they had compared notes about the possible uses of the devices. Some which were obviously the more cruel and damaging of them, the queen had discarded, one by one, through a disposal chute nearby, glancing at her husband for permission each time. She had kept the ones which interested her. Many were hurtful, but she had put them into his hands. Among what she had kept were several pieces of jewelry for the adornment of her body and the display of her slave status, including the gold collar she now wore. She had requested her husband’s opinion on that one, with a tone of voice that made him guess she wanted to wear it. She had been proud when he put it on.

The second, when she found him accessing his personal records on his datapad. She had displayed interest, and with one of her elegant fingers, pressed the button on his biography and read it with every sign of approval. He knew his own biography, so he had watched her face. He watched her eyes as she read of complicated missions organized without failure, secret operations carried out without mercy, battles conducted to victory Among his family history was one ancestor which linked him to her own royal blood, and when she found this, her expression had shown her surprise and then deep satisfaction. So, that “dog” and “fool” who had claimed her as his own, was not entirely unworthy of her.

The third, that besides smiling more these days, she had also started singing, in a soft, pretty voice that he never would have dreamed could come from the throat of his queen. She sang songs about love and springtime, and about death and ancient battles, with equal lightheartedness, as she went about the few tasks she had to perform for herself.

The fourth, that she didn’t want to go to the emperor. The only reason for deception at this point would have been to lure her victims into false confidence in order to have a chance at them. She had had multiple opportunities at her husband’s life and had let them all pass. He was now almost careless about his safety in her presence. If she wasn’t thinking about killing him, then she would have to be thinking about killing the emperor– but she didn’t want to go to the emperor.

He had mentioned it from time to time, that sooner or later they would need to go together and swear loyalty. She wouldn’t have full status as a citizen until she did. Rather than queen, she had sunk to prisoner and then slave, and wasn’t even legally on a par with the city’s mass of inhabitants. It was part of the contract. Part of the price to save the queen’s forfeited life, had been that the guard must take full responsibility for her actions, become her legal protector, and that within ‘a reasonable period of time’ he must show proof of his power over her.

She continually waved the idea aside as not worth thinking about. There was plenty of time to do that. No rush. So many more important things to do. If her husband’s attention couldn’t be turned by any other means, she’d turn charming and seduce him.

The guard was happy on a level beyond what he’d ever hoped for. After secretly admiring and desiring this woman for years, and having no expectation that it would ever go beyond daydreams, she had been handed to him on a plate: but as a challenge, indeed as a sentence. Then, he had never expected that the result would be this satisfying, as having the object of his desire kneeling obediently at his feet, eating her breakfast from his hands, looking into his eyes, licking the juice from his fingers– and if they were not two people in love, in a condition of mutual trust, it was at least a damned good imitation of it.

Apparently the queen liked being dominated. Perhaps she’d had a submissive streak all along, which never had a chance to be developed with her rather effeminate and selfish husband. Perhaps she only desired a release from freedom at this time, since all the available forms of freedom were so distasteful to her.

At any rate, the guard, finding himself with a pet queen to care for, had no difficulty fitting into that role, since he had always enjoyed order and organization and was a good manager.

Adding love to his mastery made it a little more complicated. He really didn’t want to do anything to upset the new balance. Just like the most downtrodden, henpecked husband in the world, he hesitated to introduce a subject that would displease his smiling wife. The slave had plenty of opportunity for expressing her opinions on small matters, and with a freedom of communication that delighted him, she didn’t hesitate to do so.

On small matters.

Big ones were different. There was a world of difference between Come here bitch and suck it, and, How about tomorrow, for your swearing loyalty to the new Emperor?

He wondered sometimes who was the slave of whom. Who was doing the feeding, for instance, and who was being fed? And which of them was it who sat there full of words he couldn’t speak?

The fruit was finished, the queen was full. After the fruit she went for her master’s fingers, chasing the taste of the fruit up the length of his fingers, wiggling her tongue into the sensitive skin between.

His loins couldn’t help but respond appropriately– only there were some words that needed to be said. He pulled his hand away. “I need to speak to you.”

The queen smiled. “All my master’s words are pleasant to my ears.”

That was so typical of his queen. She was enjoying playing this role. It was mentally and physically relaxing for her. But her answer had too much thought behind it for your typical, run-of-the-mill sex slave. It had a double meaning.

“No,” he said. “I need to have a sensible talk with you.”

She put her arched eyebrows halfway to the ceiling and waited.

“You must swear loyalty to the new emperor. It’s not optional. This can’t go on. Will you consent? Tell me yes or no.”

Her face began to look stressful and annoyed. He was bringing reality into it. She didn’t like that.

“What will you do?”

“You know my feelings,” she said.

“You have no feelings of your own. You belong to me.”

“Then you decide! You are the master! Don’t ask for my consent, master! Or else, what need have I of a master?”

The haughty eyebrows intimidated him. They always had.

He felt his rage building up suddenly, quashing the love he’d felt just a moment ago. This was what he hadn’t wanted.

The only problem with what she said was– it was true.

“So you want to do it that way,” he said, lading his words with threat, to cover up his inadequacy.

The queen sat back on her rear end, staring at him with her evil eyes, and the guard got up from his seat and stalked away.

He felt completely out of his depth. How could he be out of his depth? He had killed, he had tortured, this should be nothing new.

He could go back in there and tear that woman limb from limb with his bare hands. It wasn’t beyond his capability.

He went to his private rooms, leaving the queen alone in the vast harem, and flopped his body into the seat in front of his communicator. He put his head in his hands and thought for a long time.

Then he called the Emperor. When he finally connected, he faced a man who had plenty of better things to do than this, but always gave his attention to the matter at hand.

The matter was: “Is a loyalty oath optional? Can’t I just keep her here indefinitely? There’s no escape, so why does it matter? Assume I’ve failed to reform her. Would you kill her now?”

“No,” came the definite answer. “I wouldn’t kill her now. She needs to be seen in public, sooner or later, or else she remains a liability. No, the oath isn’t optional, not because I can’t waive the requirements of the contract, but because you’ve discussed it with her already. You’re letting your feelings get in the way, Captain. You know as well as I do, that once the question has come up, you must win at all costs.”

“Yes, I do know it,” the guard said in a depressed tone.

“She can’t be allowed to rebel in even the slightest fashion, and get away with it. That’s seeds for further rebellion.”

“I know.” He felt the weight of inevitability falling on his shoulders.

“I’m surprised you’ve gotten this far with her. You’re the right man for the job! I heard about what you did at Zaroe, how you saved their temple. They’ve been faithful to the Empire ever since. That’s just it: if you don’t annihilate all traces of your enemies, then you must redirect their affection to your cause, by preserving what they most love and what is most worthwhile about them. Do the same with this woman. Preserve the things about her which attract you to her, only exploit only the weakness you have found.”

“It was easier with the Zaroe, since I hated their slimy guts,” the guard muttered.

The answer was a chuckle: “Don’t think you don’t have my full sympathy. But I must say the results are worth it.”

Lucky you, thought the guard to himself. You got the daughter, who was young and misguided. I’m dealing with the source of the problem.

In the end, they agreed about what must be done, then the guard came back to look for his lady.

He found her out on the balcony in the sunshine, contemplating the view of Imperial City stretching from a dizzying depth below her feet, out to the hazy horizon.

She had put on a short tunic. It might have been a sudden attack of modesty in case of a citizen with binoculars, or it might be a very bad sign indeed. The guard had never specifically forbade clothing, but it was tacitly agreed upon, once the queen’s submission was reached, that it was proper for a slave to be naked.

He spoke her name, and she glanced over her shoulder at him, showing him that silver flash, that arrogance, that questioning look that was her nature. Her eyes said, What right have you to address me by my name?

It worried him very much after all the womanly softness she had descended into of late. This was the old bitch-queen surveying what should be her domain, from her palace that towered above people whose only reason to live should be to adore her from a distance.

The only hope was in the nervous fingers that rubbed against the railings. A bitch-queen wouldn’t do that, but a wife who was self-conscious about her own rebellion would.

He still didn’t want to cut her hair, or mark her face, or break her spirit.

“You must swear loyalty to the Emperor. It is required, and I intend to make you do it. As before, you don’t need to mean it, only to say it in a reasonably civil tone of voice. I’ve been giving some thought to how I shall accomplish this.”

She stilled. No word, no reaction, only the complete lack thereof.

“But first, kiss me.”

She turned her face away, and stood still as if he wasn’t there.

He felt rage bubble up into his brain. He couldn’t stand it, not after he’d been so close to her. It was his heart that stretched and broke when she turned away.

He sprang at her, spun her around by the shoulders, got two hands into the neckline of the light tunic and ripped it down the front. With her breasts exposed and her body off-balance he pushed her upper body over the railing and toward the depths.

She was held from falling only by his body pinning hers to the railing, and his hands holding her wrists. He kissed her breasts, then bellowed into her face, “You will look at your master!”

She was terrified, as a woman should be, of both him and the drop behind her. She was chagrined, as she should be after such a shameful display of disrespect.

An answer was required. “Yes, master!”

“Say it again.”

“Yes, master.”

She didn’t try to save herself. She wasn’t grabbing at anything. After the initial shock, she very properly allowed herself to relax in his grasp, as if the drop-off behind her and the windy depth pulling at her long hair didn’t worry her at all.

“Say it again,” he said.

“Yes, master,” she said. The syllables were pleasant enough. He found nothing to object to.

He allowed her to straighten up and stepped back. Her breasts rose and fell as she took a deep breath.

He said, “I am going to do something unusual with you, my love. It tears at my soul to think of it. It goes against my nature. But I have found your weakness, and, as the emperor has advised, the weakness must be exploited.”

“So, for whatever happens to me next, I have to thank that bastard on whose account–”

He smacked her across the face, hard enough to make her reel and almost fall.

“You will not talk about your sovereign that way! Not to me.” His voice was like a knife-edge.

She was silent, shocked, holding her cheek with her palm.

“Apologize!” he roared.

“I’m sorry!” Then she suddenly burst into tears. “Oh, myy most well-beloved. You must understand there are some things a human creature cannot do! You are asking something I cannot, will not, I will never do. And yet, if it is your will, and you can force me to say what you want me to say, then do so, please! My master, my love! Do so to me and have it done, so you can be happy with me again, as I want you to be, my master!”

She sagged into a very un-queenly heap, crying so hard she lost all control of herself. He caught her, lifted her up and held her against him. He allowed her to cry her hatred and malice into a damp spot on the shoulder of his dress uniform.

He carried her to a bed. She looked up at him with fear. “Now?”

“Right now. No better time. I want this over with. Are you afraid?”

“Yes,” she sighed. “Yes, and yet– I look forward to it being over. I’ve known that this was on your mind. Oh, my love. Take my soul away. Do whatever you must. Kill me if you fail, I don’t want to live with you displeased with me!” There was another storm of tears.

He knelt over her on the bed. He would stay in his uniform for this one. There would be no intimacy. As he had said, what he was about to do went against his nature.

She looked up at the man who loved her, watching with extreme nervousness for what he would do. She expected to be tied, but he didn’t tie her arms or legs, just knelt motionless above her, looking down at her. They stayed that way for a long, expectant moment.

The queen stopped crying and her guard brushed her tears away with his fingers.

He said, “Your fear is sweet to me. I can smell it. Your skin crawls. Your fear is like wine.”

“Drink it up, master.” She sighed deeply as she spoke. Her body was relaxing. She was putty in his hands.

“Perhaps I will drink it from the source,” he said, and bent over her, putting his face between her thighs. He lapped at her pussy with his rough tongue, isolating her clitoris and licking it until it was hard as a pebble. The queen’s body radiated pleasure, and when he put his mouth over her and started sucking hard at her flesh, she bucked and groaned aloud.

He put a few fingers into her. By now he knew the woman as a musician knows his instrument. He could tell just how tightly aroused she was, and how close to perfect resonance.

If he kept that up, she’d come in a moment. He stopped, refusing to let her. He pushed his fingers, and his tongue, into her body, stimulating her again to the breaking point, but wouldn’t let her climax.

She was sweating and impatient. She lifted her head, unsure whether to beg for release or to arrogantly order him to pleasure her.

“You will wait for your master!” His voice was steel. He rose up, opened his trousers and commanded, “Suck me. Deep.”

She did. He grabbed her hair with both hands, controlling her head any way he wished to, and fucked her mouth savagely, hitting the back of her throat every time until he came in a rush. He spewed down her throat. She choked on it and some dribbled out of her mouth, but she licked it up, trying not to lose any.

He said, “Now what I do will be in cold blood.”

“But I am well-prepared, Master,” she said joyfully. And she was. She was eager as a bitch in heat. Any level of pain he applied to her would only increase her frenzy now. As an intellectual question, he wondered where the real pain level would be, how much damage he could inflict to her body before it wouldn’t be fun any more.

Still he found no joy in damaging her.

“Lie on the bed. Face down.”

She lay as ordered, obediently, taking a grip of the covers in each fist to steady herself for whatever might come next.

He knelt over her, put his hand gently on her rump.

“You have no whip?” she dared to ask.

He stroked her body, slowly, one end to the other, tracing her shoulder blades, smoothing her thigh muscles, appreciating this work of art as if he had had something to do with creating it.

“Such soft skin. Look how well you healed.” He caressed her back. “But the marks can be seen. Do you know that I did that on purpose? When I treated your wounds I left the skin in ridges, rather than smoothing it out. I did that on purpose so that you would never heal from me.”

She turned her head toward him. He knew that she wanted to kiss his hand and offered one, palm up. He cupped his hand around her cheek, then gently moved her to lie face-down again.

There were other marks on her, but only temporary red marks, nothing, ever again, as evil as the whipping scars. Even yesterday’s cornucopia of painful delights hadn’t damaged her skin. He’d become adept at hurting her without really hurting her.

He said, “Are you afraid?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. “Yes. Master, is it too late to agree to–”

She hesitated even as she said it.

“No. You can’t agree to swear to him. I know you. You can’t just order hate to go away.” He paused. “Is hate stronger than love?”

She realized he was really waiting for an answer, but she didn’t have one for him.

“How much do you love me?”

“I don’t know, master.”

“You hate him more than you love me. Therefore you can’t love me very much.”

She closed her eyes. He felt her body move with every breath she took.

Despite his words, he wouldn’t be surprised if she loved him very much indeed. But she did hate the Emperor more.

He rubbed his balls over my face as I licked and sucked them into my mouth one by one and then slid his thickening penis around my face before feeding me the delicious head to suck and then removing it to lower his asshole to my tongue. He continued teasing this way as he teased my cock with his lips, tongue and fingers. Then I saw Tony’s thick cock right above me as he fit his cockhead to Kurt’s lubed asshole and pushed the head inside. Kurt groaned with his mouth around my shaft as he pushed back for more cock and began sucking deeply on my rigid organ. Tony’s cock assumed a steady rhythm as he stroked in and out of Kurt’s sweet ass and my eyes were riveted to the scene as I took Kurt’s cockhead in my mouth and began lovingly nursing on it as I watched. It was fascinating to watch this action close up as I saw Kurt’s asshole grasping the cock as if not wanting to let it go whenever he was on the upstroke and then receding inside as he downstroked. I became lost in the pleasure of having Kurt’s delicious cock down my throat as he sucked my organ deeply and I watched that gorgeous cock fucking that asshole right above me. Then Tony began to groan and gasp as I watched the vein in his shaft pulsate as he started pumping his cum into Kurt’s gorgeous ass. Kurt shuddered as he felt the hot juices shoot inside his anus and began spurting cum down my throat as he went into spasms of pleasure. He was sucking deeply on my organ when it swelled in his mouth and I visited Shangri La as I spurted my cum down his throat. He was swallowing every drop and when my spasms ended, he grasped my shaft from the base and squeezed upwards to get the last drops out as he sucked on the crown. Then Tony withdrew his receding organ and I was greeted by a flood of his cum running out of Kurt’s ass.

We decided to call it an evening and showered and got dressed. Kurt gave us his card and said he would like to get together again sometime just as friends not professionally and we walked down the corridor to the concierge to check out. He reminded us that the invitation that we had was good for three consecutive days and to call them before coming back. We drove back to the city feeling wonderfully satisfied and I began to look forward to a return visit when Tony mentioned the same thing…