Consort: Chapter One

by EZTrek1


Her Majesty Queen Kathryn Janeway, Consort of B'Elanna the Magnificent, Queen of Olvaria, squirmed uncomfortably. Yet, her discomfort pleased her, for on the other half of the ornate double throne her royal spouse writhed in ecstasy as one of her many sex-slaves serviced her, kneeling at her feet. B'Elanna's fingers were entwined with those of her consort, holding Kathryn close in order to kiss her as desired.

Across the room from the canopied dais, another slave hung on a rack, her legs spread, her need evidenced by the moisture that dripped from her cleft onto the highly-polished marble floor beneath her. Her name, all but irrelevant, was Fracta, and Fracta's hips jumped in utter futility toward her Queen, her universally admired, feared and adored Queen, her Queen whose touch was no longer felt by any slave.

Beneath each of the Queen's booted heels two other naked slaves acted as stools, as the Queen took her pleasure in the mouth if the fortunate Chenta. These heels, worn only for this activity, were deeply embedded in the backsides of her slaves, driving them almost to madness. They too, dripped helplessly onto the floor, moaning, gritting their teeth and clenching their fists in agony.

Today, after Queen B'Elanna came, only Chenta would come, by her own hand. Later, the Consort might come as well, by the Queen's hand. But not here and not now.

Kathryn crossed and re-crossed her legs as her spouse and lord jerked her closer. "Oh, my love," B'Elanna hissed, "share this with me!" and she clamped her mouth to Kathryn's and came, screaming, nearly knocking Chenta loose from her genitals, but the woman was experienced and held her position, gorging herself on the Queen's juices. Kathryn moaned into their kiss, twisting and turning with need and pleasure.

B'Elanna limited herself, temporarily, to one climax. "Do yourself," she grunted at Chenta. She allowed the other slaves to slide free of her boot heels, and then to replace those boots with the regular ones she could walk and ride in. "Take Fracta down and begone," B'Elanna ordered them, lowering her feet to the inanimate footstool Kathryn slid over.

Chenta, kneeling in a pool of her own liquids, rubbed herself ferociously while looking adoringly up at the Queen, until she suddenly came with a sobbing cry. At B'Elanna's nod, she leaned forward and lavished kisses on the monarch's boots, babbling gratitude and adoration for her owner.

B'Elanna rolled her eyes. "Enough. Go."

As soon as the carved doors of the private throne room swung shut, B'Elanna demanded of Kathryn, "Quickly, wife; pleasure me. I saved myself for you."

Kathryn scrambled to her knees without delay, moaning at the hot sweetness B'Elanna gave her. Olvarian royalty and nobility, possessed of the recessive trait of a series of linked pleasure centers, required frequent and repeated release. This never ceased to thrill Kathryn, for as Consort she was not often permitted to play slave. Kathryn knew that because B'Elanna allowed it, the Queen was in a good mood today.

In fact, Kathryn the Queen Consort had once been a slave herself. Born into the Olvarian aristocracy, the Commanding General of Olvarian forces, Kathryn had once been B'Elanna's sworn enemy, without even having known her. Captured in the war which devastated and annexed Olvaria, General Kathryn Janeway had become Kathy the Slut, unwilling sex-slave to B'Elanna. After being taken, used, and counseled by a neighboring Queen, Julia of the Osterlanders, Kathryn had been convinced to serve B'Elanna willingly for the good of her vanquished nation. In time, they had fallen in love, and having saved B'Elanna's life in another war, Kathryn was now the Queen's beloved consort.

In utter bliss, Kathryn sucked the swollen fruit of B'Elanna's huge clitoris into her mouth. This incredible organ, when engorged, was externally as large as half a small plum. Inside the Olvarian Queen lurked the rest of that awesome pleasure center, linked to secondary clitoria near her ovaries. Olvarian royal women were as enslaved to their needs as serfs were bound to their land. Until their raging needs were assuaged, Olvarian monarchs were totally helpless. Fortunately, satiation was an easy matter, as Kathryn well knew.

Married now six months, Kathryn's former slavery was an unresolved issue between the Queens, Regnant and Consort. For although Kathryn had once been resistant and unwilling, in time she had come to understand and accept her submissive nature, and had learned to relish her slavery. Their marriage, although a welcome and happy development, robbed Kathryn of the ecstasy inherent in her slavery. She did not begrudge her lord and queen the use of her sex slaves or the concubines in her harem. In fact, watching B'Elanna with her other women was one of the two remnants of slavery Kathryn had been able to retain, that and playing slave. Kathryn was no longer publicly humiliated, nor was she whipped or restrained, even in private. Her orgasms, once severely rationed, were now plentiful despite B'Elanna's teasing.

Above Kathryn, B'Elanna bucked and grunted, as needy as if she had not come mere minutes before. Until the queen climaxed at least twice more, Kathryn would be on her knees, and, in truth, there was nowhere else she ever wanted to be.

"Darling . . . finish me, love," B'Elanna panted, her hands clutching Kathryn's thick, red hair. "Ohhhhh, gods, I need you so!"

"Mmmmm," Kathryn moaned, her need for B'Elanna's orgasm almost as intense as B'Elanna's own. Kathryn, in her slavery, had learned to feast on her lord's pleasure, had come to crave it more than her own release. This was fortunate, as B'Elanna seldom permitted release to her slaves, unless it was well-earned. Now that Kathryn was Queen Consort and, in her own right, Duke of Paxverdi, a significant fraction of Olvaria, she was entitled to daily pleasure with her mate. In fact it pleased B'Elanna greatly to provide whatever Kathryn desired in terms of sexual satisfaction.

Unfortunately, that was not what Kathryn wanted. Kathryn wanted to suck and lick the Queen to pleasure, naked and bound at her feet while the entire court watched. She wanted to hang in restraints and be whipped by B'Elanna for coming without permission. She wanted to come on B'Elanna's boots if and when she had earned an orgasm through obedience and discipline.

So that, when Kathryn played slave to her spouse in private, that was what she imagined she was doing. In public she demanded and enjoyed the honor that was her due as Consort, Duke and general of her own brigade, the Paxverdi Lancers. In private she wanted to be B'Elanna's slave again, and nothing more. The loss of her slavery was something Kathryn felt keenly, every day. So far B'Elanna had been firm on the subject. Consorts weren't slaves and that was the end of it as far as she was concerned.

The immense clitoris tightened and hardened between Kathryn's lips. Orgasm was imminent. B'Elanna's juices were already running down Kathryn's chin and wetting the inside of her bodice, just the way both of them liked it. Kathryn tightened her grip on B'Elanna's thighs, steeling herself for the eruption of pleasure and the geyser of liquid which would soon fill her.

"Uuunnhhhh . . . Uuunnhhhh . . . " B'Elanna moaned, her glossy dark head thrown back. She pumped vigorously, once, twice, a third time into her consort's eager mouth, and then her orgasm overwhelmed both of them.

Waves of pleasure took the Queen out of her own realm to utter bliss, and Kathryn's own clit throbbed painfully, obediently, in empathy with her lord's. Kathryn had never known such complete fulfillment before B'Elanna Torres, the Mighty, the Magnificent, the Merciless.

After receiving the Queen's third, and for the moment, final orgasm, Kathryn stealthily shifted and bent to kiss B'Elanna's boots. Normally the Queen did not permit this obeisance anymore, but in a stupor of satiation, she was either unaware of, or unable to prohibit Kathryn's actions.

Kathryn adored B'Elanna's leather, and was, sadly, constantly jealous of the Queen's valets, slaves and concubines, who were permitted far more contact, far more worship, than Kathryn was as Consort. Once upon a time, Kathryn had valeted Her Majesty, groveled before her, kissed, licked and stroked her boots in submission and admiration. In fact, her greatest ecstasy of all had come from the requirement that she climax on B'Elanna's boots and seldom, if ever, anywhere else.

With one eye on B'Elanna's face, Kathryn stroked the shiny leather lightly with fingertips and tongue, remembering the year of slavery, the year of bliss in which this was daily both her duty and greatest pleasure.

At the Queen's stirring, Kathryn regretfully abandoned her worship and moved back between B'Elanna's legs again, resting her head on her demanding wife's breast. "My lord and my love," Kathryn whispered, waiting to see if B'Elanna would indulge her needs now, or if she might have to wait a while.

B'Elanna smiled. "Come, my sweet," she invited, patting her thigh. She reached down and gave her Consort a hand up. Kathryn settled into B'Elanna's lap and twined her arms around the elegant neck, resting her head on one broad shoulder. Kathryn was very hot, very needy, for B'Elanna's touch. Yet she waited, never demanding or even requesting the Queen's attentions. B'Elanna did not care for sexual aggression in any of her lovers, and it was Kathryn's submissive nature to wait in any event.

B'Elanna lifted the skirt of Kathryn's simple gown, under which she wore nothing at home, at the Queen's command. Carefully, B'Elanna watched Kathryn's face, her fingers inching ever closer to Kathryn's aching cleft. Softly, she pressed her lips to Kathryn's, gently opening her lover's mouth, exploring slowly. Just as their tongues met, B'Elanna's fingertip contacted Kathryn's clitoris, causing her to groan deeply, helplessly in the arms of her regal lover. Still, she did not move. Heart pounding wildly, Kathryn was desperate for the release no one else could give her.

Amused, B'Elanna stroked Kathryn's pleasure center, entering her at the same time. "Do not come," B'Elanna ordered softly. "Not yet."

Kathryn nodded, biting her lip. From having been locked in the Queens' embrace as she received Chenta's services, through servicing the Queen herself, to this moment of torture in B'Elanna's lap, Kathryn was past ready to climax. Kathryn had had more than her share of experience suppressing her orgasms as B'Elanna's slave, but it was never easy. Moreover, as a slave, Kathryn had never had to suppress while kissing, as kissing was prohibited in Olvarian culture between all but engaged or married couples. Their first kiss had come at the moment that Kathryn had accepted B'Elanna's proposal, and it had all but incapacitated both of them. B'Elanna had yet to tire of kissing, and she had no compunctions whatsoever about using it to tease her Consort to distraction. Now B'Elanna was pulsing her tongue in and out of Kathryn's mouth in time with the movements of her fingers inside Kathryn's vagina. Kathryn wiggled and squirmed, trying to lessen the contact enough so that she wouldn't experience the premature explosion her spouse had expressly forbade her, but B'Elanna's grip tightened to prevent her escape.

"Be still," the demanding monarch warned, "or you will wait until this evening, after I have visited my harem."

Kathryn groaned. B'Elanna never visited the harem alone, now that she was married. She always took Kathryn along to observe. The Consort did not participate, but the Queens Regnant had always believed that the presence of their Consorts enhanced their own pleasurable experience. Once back in the royal apartments, a loving monarch was expected, and was usually more than happy, to meet her spouse's needs.

But Kathryn didn't want to wait that long. "Please, my lord," she whimpered, knowing how much it pleased B'Elanna to hear her beg, "do not press me beyond my abilities."

B'Elanna grinned and eased off slightly. "Is it so much effort to hold back such a puny orgasm? You are weak, my darling Moskonian Consort. But if I permit you to climax now, will you have anything to give me later?"

It was a silly question, of course. "Yes, my lord B'Elanna. I will. I promise."

B'Elanna resumed her stroking, testing her Consort's strength. When Kathryn's eyes began to water, and her shuddering belied the limit of her endurance, B'Elanna released her. "Come."

Kathryn screamed in blessed ecstasy, wetting herself and her mate with a torrent of uncontrollable pleasure. None but the powerful Queen of Olvaria could have held the spasming Kathryn in her lap.

And no one in the great Castle Torres could escape the knowledge that the beautiful Queen Consort, Kathryn Janeway, had come again.