Consort: Chapter Six

by EZTrek1

It was exactly as Kathryn had hoped. Less than five minutes after returning to their own bed, she was all but crushed under B'Elanna the Mighty and Magnificent, who then had her way with her, making a meal of her womanhood and reducing her to screams of joy. Kathryn was a strong woman by Moskonian standards, but by Olvarian standards, barely above average. B'Elanna was an amazon with a most spectacular physique, and if she wanted to hold Kathryn down, all it took was a strong arm and a nip or two of her savage white teeth. Kathryn lay compliant and submissive beneath her wife, reveling in the assault she had earned.

But why, then was it never enough?


* * * * *

"Good grief, Kathryn! Are you sure?" B'Elanna Torres asked the Captain of the starship Voyager.

"Of course, darling! It's only a holonovel, after all," Kathryn Janeway reminded her wife, coming to sit beside her on the couch in the living room of the quarters they shared, and in which their companion and lover, Ensign Annika Hansen, could frequently be found. In fact, Annika was in the shower even as they spoke, and would soon join them to go over the next part of their holo-novel together.

"Sure of what?" Annika said, toweling her hair as she wandered in to sit with them. She looked over B'Elanna's shoulder. "Oh, my. An entire month?"

"And she wants piercing," B'Elanna pointed out, handing Annika the padd.

"Look, you two. It isn't a whole real month, it's just the idea of a month. And it isn't a piercing, it's a holographic construct." Kathryn took the padd back. "But if you're squeamish . . ."

"Oh, I don't know. I rather like the idea of the Captain as my slave," Annika purred. "After all, she is your slave as things stand in Consort. Don't you wish to share?" she poked the Engineer in the ribs.

"Ow!" B'Elanna yelped. "I'll pierce both of you, restrain you and whip your butts red if that's what you want," she growled. "I just want to make sure we're all in agreement here. If anyone likes the rough stuff, it's me."

"And you have your turn to play slave in The Mission," Kathryn pointed out.

"As do I," Annika threw in. "Although I am your slave all the time, Kathryn," she purred, rising to drop again at Kathryn's feet on the rug, and leaning against her leg.

"Stop it. You're not my slave," Kathryn laughed.

"I beg to differ," Annika said, pushing her lover and Captain's legs apart. "Let me show you."

Kathryn sighed. "Mmmmm. Maybe you are."


* * * * *

The very next day, left to her own devices, Kathryn set about seeing to her own needs. As soon as B'Elanna departed to inspect her Royal Marines, an activity that would take at least an hour, Kathryn crept into B'Elanna's uniform closet, the very one she had organized herself, early in the days of her slavery.

Safe from prying eyes, Kathryn took her prize to the rear of the closet. She held the high, shiny boot in her hands, almost breathless with anticipation. She kissed it, caressed it, holding it to her cheek. Finally, she slid it between her legs and began to rock . . .

"Kathryn, my love! I'm back!"

Kathryn's eyes flew open! She had fallen asleep and now she was trapped in B'Elanna's closet with no way out and no explanation. If nothing else, she was spared the agony of a long wait. Almost instantly the closet door flew open, releasing the heavy smell of recent sexual activity. B'Elanna's keen nose twitched.

"What in all the temples of . . . Kathryn!"

There was no way to hide what she had been doing. Kathryn struggled to her feet and stood before her wife, eyes cast down, cheeks red with shame. "B'Elanna, I . . . I'm sorry."

B'Elanna gaped at Kathryn, who stood silently waiting for judgement.

"What is that?" The Queen demanded imperiously. "Give it to me." She held out her hand.

With a resigned sigh, Kathryn handed her the boot. Dressed today in the uniform of a Marine general, which included thigh-high boots, saber, a red-cutaway coat and buff breeches, B'Elanna had had no need for her usual knee-high riding boots.

"What is this . . . addiction to my boots!" B'Elanna cried, throwing it across the room. "Have you no concept whatsoever of what it is to be royal?"

Kathryn began to cry. "It . . . it has been so long, my lord. You never . . . let me come on them anymore. It was too much, last night. I just needed it. I need it, once in a while."

"Did you not come to my tongue until you were in a stupor last night? That is how I remember it!" B'Elanna raged.

"Yes, but -"

"No more! I will teach you a lesson you will never forget! And you will not betray to anyone who watches that this is a punishment! You will treat it as one of our little games, you will observe, listen and learn, and you will never defy me in such a manner again. Come! We will go to the harem immediately."

"Let me dress," Kathryn pleaded.

"Yes, do," B'Elanna ordered. "I will not parade this shame around the palace for others to see and smirk at. But by the gods, Kathryn, when we are done, you will wish never to see me in boots again." And so saying, she threw her coat aside and opened her high collar, but left her sword-belt and the rest of her uniform on.

Kathryn hastened to obey her lord, putting on a flowing peach gown and the proper shoes for day wear outside their apartments. She ran to the bathroom to clean up.

B'Elanna offered her arm to her wife, chivalrous as ever despite her anger. "Come, my love. Angry as I may be, you are still my beloved wife. Hold your head up and smile. I promise, you will thank me for this when it is over."

"Yes, my lord," Kathryn agreed, frightened and subdued. She did not dare look up into B'Elanna's eyes, and therefore she missed the twinkle of amusement that danced there for an instant.

Once again the concubines were ready, and this time they seemed appropriately subdued, as if they knew something was different. B'Elanna gave them no clue as to her motives, but she did have an announcement.

"Today I inspected my personal Marine detachment, and can you guess what I found there?" she demanded, walking down the line of kneeling concubines.

Wisely, not one of them answered. They shook their heads and said nothing.

Her Majesty faced about and went on, "I found that despite their flawless inspection and performance records, they are still in need of regular discipline, so I put them through the obstacle course, twice! Some of them could not finish, and they will be given extra duty. It made me think, are my concubines getting soft? Do they perhaps need discipline, too?"

Again, the Queen received no answer. She smiled. "Let's apply some discipline to your nice, firm fannies, shall we? Everyone strip and take your places around my bed. Backsides in the air, ladies. Hop to it!"

In a flurry, the women jumped up and arranged themselves as ordered, faces down against the mattress, bottoms in the air, including the delectable Number Seven.

"Here are the rules," B'Elanna began. "You may cry out, you may weep, you may beseech the gods, but if you beg me for mercy, or leave your place, you will get double the original number of strokes." As she spoke, she removed her sword-belt and slid the sword off the end, leaving her with a thick, wide leather strap in her capable hands.

Kathryn thought B'Elanna looked magnificent as she stormed about the room in her high boots, slicing the air with her belt. "Darling, hold my sword, would you?" B'Elanna addressed her wife, handing it over. "Let's see how these spoiled creatures hold up, all right?"

Kathryn nodded and swallowed. These young women were receiving the punishment she deserved. It was all she could do not to beg her lord to take it out on her in their presence, but such an act would only make it worse for everyone. Kathryn held her peace.

The first three strokes fell on Number Nine's bottom. She arched and sucked in air through her teeth, but she did not cry out. B'Elanna nodded approval. "Very good," she murmured, "and a lovely shade, too. You please me, Nine."

The belt whistled again, and Four took her swats, "Ah! Gods, my lord!" she moaned, but she, too, endured.

B'Elanna smiled. "You are stronger than I thought," she said, moving on.

Next was Number Seven, and although she was about to be disciplined, she dared to look her Queen in the eye and smile. B'Elanna winked, but she let fly al the same. Seven waved her ass in her lord's face as if begging for more, but B'Elanna stopped after three swipes. "Yes, you take it well. I remember." She gave her favorite's rosy bottom a gentle caress, and Kathryn saw the younger women shudder.

Two was already in tears. She had never taken a beating and before the third stroke fell, she wept, "Please, stop! I can't take it!"

"What a shame!" B'Elanna said as she delivered the third wallop. "Now you must have three more, unless someone volunteers to take them for you."

"I will, my lord," Annika said immediately.

B'Elanna grinned. "I thought so. Two, I trust you will find a way to thank your colleague here for accepting double punishment on your behalf. Now, go to your room. Dismissed."

The frightened young women did not have to be told twice. She stopped long enough to kneel and kiss B'Elanna's high boots, and then she was gone.

"Very well, Seven, as per your request," B'Elanna said casually, and she gave her favorite three more.

Annika all but sighed as they fell. "Thank you, my lord," she whispered.

"My pleasure, I assure you," B'Elanna replied smoothly.

The Queen Regnant moved on to the next concubine, and the next, but in truth it was Kathryn who suffered the tortures of the damned. Not only did she feel extraordinary guilt for putting the concubines through this, but she envied them their experience at the business end of B'Elanna's broad, thick leather belt. Kathryn's quim quivered with hunger as she watched the blows land. And although some of the young women cried or wept, some of them were clearly enjoying it. From her vantage point, Kathryn easily saw clear moisture between Annika's legs, and her anticipation of each blow as well. Annika's sighs of contentment as she received discipline were unmistakable.

Between concubines, B'Elanna glanced over at Kathryn and licked her lips. She was excited by this exercise and wanted her Consort to know it. Kathryn returned her gaze with a sultry look, and slid her hand under her skirt. She wanted her lord to know that she was excited and willing to take punishment, too.

At that, B'Elanna smiled broadly at Kathryn, relaxing and no longer quite as angry as she had been. Nevertheless she went on. "Now, we still have eight concubines here. I wonder if any more can be eliminated. Let's see. My lord Consort, bring me my sword and take this belt. A sword makes an excellent paddle, sheathed, of course. Three more each, I think, and if you survive this round, there will be a reward."

Kathryn gave the Queen her sword and took the belt, which was still warm from use. Handling it make Kathryn tremble. She watched as B'Elanna took an experimental swipe or two with the sheathed sword, and then Number Nine groaned as it landed on her backside with a loud crack, three times in succession.

"Ah, my lord and Queen," the woman sighed. It was attention from her lover and not to be despised regardless of the pain.

"You love my touch no matter what," B'Elanna stated matter-of-factly, moving on to the next woman and the next.

Only one concubine was eliminated by this second round, the shy Number One, who ran to Kathryn for comfort. Kathryn held her and rubbed the reddened backside. "She is not really angry with you," Kathryn whispered. "Have no fear."

Number Seven quickly volunteered to take the extra blows that One had earned, and B'Elanna was equally quick to oblige her. With each blow, Seven gasped and panted with need, and B'Elanna smiled to see it. Seven would be more than amply rewarded for her eagerness.

"Good!" B'Elanna laughed when the remaining seven concubines had accepted their two rounds of discipline. "One, run get the stools for me, quickly now."

"Your Majesty," B'Elanna addressed Kathryn, "take this sword and assume your place on the couch where you can enjoy the view. When One comes back, send her to get Two out of her room. I want her to know what she's missing."

In the meantime, the other concubines crept to B'Elanna's feet and stroked her boots, eager to please her now that she was done with their discipline. B'Elanna leaned down to pat their glossy heads. "All in good time, I promise. You have earned your rewards. Ah, there's Two. You and One go and sit with my Consort. The rest of you, all but Seven, pair up."

The remaining six concubines arranged themselves in pairs, and B'Elanna sat down and pointed to her boots. The first two, Four and Six knelt gracefully and reached out to grip B'Elanna's legs and began to take their rewards.

B'Elanna leaned back and relaxed, watching the others fidget as they awaited their turns. "Annika, my sweet, bring me some wine," she murmured, and when Seven brought it on her knees beside B'Elanna's chair, B'Elanna stroked her favorite's face. "I will take you alone, later," the Queen promised her.

From where Kathryn reclined with One and Two, she could see between B'Elanna's legs all the way to her crotch, and it was already stained dark with the juices that had begun to flow as she whipped her concubines. Kathryn herself spurted with desire, just thinking of putting her face between those powerful legs, and taking her wife's pleasure in her mouth. But she suspected that was not to be, at least not this afternoon.

As Kathryn watched the first two concubines come simultaneously, groaning and crying, she herself squirmed in her place, hot and needy, and the two disgraced concubines she noticed, were clenching their fists. Two was whimpering again. B'Elanna would not allow them to come before she left the harem, nor would she touch them. And since B'Elanna had promised Seven that they would be alone together, the Queens' departure was a long way off. While Kathryn normally enjoyed watching B'Elanna and her other women making love, since she herself was under punishment, it was not the same sort of thing at all.

Greedily, Kathryn watched through slitted eyes as the first two concubines licked each other's juices off B'Elanna's boots. She could almost feel her own tongue sliding over the hot, moist leather. She could all but feel the smoothness in her crotch. It was just that very day, of course, that she had enjoyed that same sensation herself, but without the strong leg of the Queen to hold onto and thrust up into her crotch. She stifled a sob of need. B'Elanna had no idea of the pain this deprivation caused her.

Looking up again, she saw the next two concubines in place, and she also saw that B'Elanna's breathing was rapid and irregular. By now she would have come several times already, but she was apparently saving herself for Seven. Suddenly she reached for the second pair, who rode her boots, and jerked them back and forth hard, causing them to climax almost instantly. Evidently the Queen was running out of patience. But she still gave them a chance to give her the proper obeisance by ritually cleaning her boots with their tongues.

"Hurry up, you two," B'Elanna ordered the last pair. "I wish to take my favorite. One and Two, draw the curtains on my bed, if you please. When Three and Eight are done, you will lick my boots for them."

She held out her hands for the last pair and holding them down, drove her boots into their crotches. "Please, please, my lord!" Eight screamed. "Oh, gods," she panted. "I'm coming!"

Grinning, B'Elanna sped up, using their weight as a counterbalance to hold herself in place. Three's eyes were shut as she held on as if for dear life, and then they both exploded, writhing on the floor before their lord the Queen, Cautiously, One and Two left Kathryn and crept over to lick B'Elanna's boots.

"Have you learned your lesson?" The Queen growled, looking down at their bent heads as their eager tongues polished her leather.

Both young women groaned affirmatively, finding the heat in their bellies and cunts far worse than the pain of a few strokes of the Queen's sword belt.

"Excellent. Stand up," B'Elanna ordered, and when both young women obeyed, trembling, B'Elanna rose, embraced each of them and stroked their pussies lightly. "Next time," she promised. "And after I leave, you are to pleasure Seven as much as she wants, and not come until she gives permission. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Ma'am," they answered together.

"Run along. Annika, Kathryn, to bed. Eight, bring me a double-headed dildo, a strap-on and an Osterlander." She watched her wife and her favorite disappear behind the curtains, and accepted the toys from Eight who retreated with a bow. Then B'Elanna stepped inside the enclosure to take pleasure with Annika in the presence of her wife.