Consort: Chapter Nineteen

by EZTrek1

Upon their return to the great Castle Torres, B'Elanna personally escorted Sharue to the harem to place her in the hands of her more experienced concubines, while her wives went to the royal apartments.

When the Queen returned to her wives a couple of hours later, looking relaxed and pleased with herself, she found them in her private throne room examining the large, ornate chest Julia of the Osterlanders had sent as a wedding gift. "What's this, my darlings?" the Queen inquired, striding across the marble floor to join them.

Kathryn explained, "A wedding gift. Julia told me to keep it from you until your return, my lord."

Glancing into the box, B'Elanna's eyebrows went up, and she laughed. "I can see why!" She turned to Kathryn. "Do you know how it works?"

Kathryn smiled. "I had a look at it before I left for Paxverdi. It appears to be a very versatile piece of equipment."

"It's a new invention of one of her master artisans. I have never seen one in use myself, but I believe I grasp the principle," B'Elanna said. "Let's fold down the sides and see if I am right."

The three women let down the sides of the carved box to reveal an object that looked very much like a pommel horse set flat on the floor. Motioning to Annika to do the same, B'Elanna grasped a handle on one end, and together they raised it up about two feet, until a clicking sound was heard so that the horse then sat upon a rolling pedestal. Underneath was a crank, and from the sides, several footrests and handles folded out. Across the top there were six round openings at intervals.

"This is an Adjustable Dildo Horse," B'Elanna explained, "alternately called a Pleasure Unicorn. It has many positions, and many uses."

"Does it have attachments?" Annika wondered.

"Here," Kathryn said, holding out a small chest.

Taking it, B'Elanna lifted the lid to reveal a set of six matching dildoes of varying forms and materials. She whistled. "Very nice! And I am certain that other dildoes could be used as well. Perhaps a strap-on could be fastened around it."

"And then what?" Annika persisted.

"And then one or two women ride it for the enjoyment of it, or to amuse others or even," B'Elanna paused, savoring the notion, "for discipline or punishment."

"I believe this crank is to wind up a clockwork inside it," Kathryn observed.

"Why would it need a clockwork?" Annika wanted to know.

"So that you don't have to work so hard, my love," B'Elanna growled, nuzzling Annika's neck. "Let's see how you look on it. Undress for me, both of you. Kathryn, bring us some wine."

Annika lowered her eyelids to half-mast and began to slowly remove her clothing, one item at a time. She moved close to B'Elanna and ran her hands provocatively over the Monarch's chest. "Have you been with your other women?" she demanded.

"And if I have?" B'Elanna countered.

"I want to hear about it," Annika purred, baring one breast and pushing it into B'Elanna's hand.

Kathryn poured goblets of wine for all of them, watching the others with great interest. She licked her lips hungrily.

B'Elanna nodded. "All right. I had Sharue. I took her with a strap-on in the big bed while all the others watched," B'Elanna whispered against Annika's lips, and then she crushed Annika against herself and kissed her deeply.

"More," Annika begged, straddling B'Elanna's thigh.

"I took her from the front and the rear, and when I was done with that, she licked me out," B'Elanna said, pushing Annika backward toward the horse.

"How much did you come?" Annika wanted to know, still trying to grind herself against B'Elanna.

B'Elanna grinned triumphantly. "You know how much I come. But don't worry. I have enough for you, after you ride the horse for me," B'Elanna reassured her. "Get on."

"Shall I choose a dildo, or will you?" Annika growled, extremely aroused at the thought of her wife with the young concubine.

"Choose two, and you shall have it front and rear at once," B'Elanna ordered.

"What of Kathryn?" Annika asked.

"Yes, Kathryn shall ride it, too," B'Elanna decided. "Have some wine, both of you, and choose your favorites. Set the dildoes in the four outside holes, and ride facing one another. Use the handholds. I don't want you touching each other at all. Just sit upon it and watch each other squirm."

Kathryn suggested, "Let us move it nearer your throne, my lord, and wind it up."

"Good," B'Elanna nodded. "And here is the pin to lock the gears. Wind it and put the pin in place to hold it still. When you are ready, I will remove the pin for you."

Annika and Kathryn couldn't hide their excitement. They undressed quickly, as B'Elanna watched and sipped her wine. Before getting on the horse, both of her wives rubbed themselves against her, one on each side, trying to get her to kiss them and fondle them.

"Save it for the mechanical beast," she laughed, pushing Kathryn away, and trying to get Annika off her other side.

"But won't you be lonely on your throne all by yourself?" Annika pouted.

"If I am, I will invite you to join me," B'Elanna promised, savoring her wife's tongue for another moment. "Kathryn, is it wound tight?"

"Almost, my lord," she grunted, " but I think we ought to have the servants do this for us from now on. You may insert the pin."

B'Elanna did so and then looked at the dildoes that sat upright in the sockets awaiting her wives. "Let me help you mount, ladies, and make sure you are secure."

She gave Kathryn a hand up, and helped her ease down onto her front dildo, while adjusting the angle of the rear one to match Kathryn's position. "There. Nice and snug?"

Kathryn wriggled and groaned, and B'Elanna reached for the Jewel, which she stroked tenderly.

"Oh, my lord!" Kathryn sighed. "Will you take it out . . . later?"

"If you please me, perhaps," B'Elanna smiled. "Annika, your turn. Get up."

B'Elanna adjusted the ebony dildo with the bulbous head for her younger wife. "Good. I shall enjoy this very much. I have never seen this corkscrew style before," she referred to the dildo Annika had chosen for her rear. "I hope you enjoy this."

Annika gasped and took hold of the handles. "What if we start to come, my lord?" she whimpered.

"You just keep your hands away from your clit, young lady. If you get too close, I will permit you to dismount, but I do expect you to exhibit some control," B'Elanna warned.

Annika and Kathryn were now looking into one another's eyes, impaled about a foot and a half apart on the horse. Had they been using the two central sockets, they could have held and even kissed one another. But B'Elanna was obviously saving that privilege for herself.

B'Elanna bent and removed the pin, causing the Adjustable Dildo Horse to begin to vibrate in a most interesting fashion. Without taking her eyes from her wives as they hung onto the hand-grips, the Queen backed up the steps to her throne and arranged herself of the cushions, her booted feet on a footstool. It would have been a good time to use a slave stool, but slaves were not allowed to see the Consorts undressed or engaging in any kind of sexual activity.

The horse rose and fell slightly while vibrating at the same time, causing the riders to move up and down in a see-saw motion. This allowed them to experience a sensation not unlike thrusting into their two orifices. Excited as they had become during foreplay with their wife, and being on display for her amusement now, Kathryn and Annika soon began to struggle with the imminence of their orgasms. Even Kathryn, who wore the Jewel, was receiving sufficient stimulation from the inside of her wet and aching canals to give her some cause for concern.

"Oh, 'Lanna, please!" Kathryn begged. "If you don't allow me to get down from here, I will surely come!"

"No, Kathryn," B'Elanna refused. "Stay where you are. If you come, I shall not penalize you, but you will sleep alone and listen to me with Annika tonight."

"Oh! Gods! And . . . if I do not come?" Kathryn pleaded.

B'Elanna smiled. "Then you shall sleep with me. In fact, whoever comes first shall sleep on the lounge in the bedroom, while the other sleeps with me, and makes love with me."

The two wives looked at one another and each began trying to adjust her seat so that she wouldn't be the first to climax.

Kathryn certainly did not wish to come with her Jewel in, but the look of desperation on Annika's face settled the matter. If Annika came here and now, she would have to lie awake all night listening to B'Elanna come. That would be intolerable to her, but wildly exciting and thrilling to Kathryn.

With a groan of need, Kathryn threw her head back, looked over into B'Elanna's eyes, and let the thrusts and gyrations of the machine take her. With a deep gasp, she exploded on the horse, hanging on for dear life as her fluids covered the leather seat. She saw stars, and then her beloved B'Elanna was beside her, easing her up and off the dildoes.

B'Elanna sat down on the steps to the dais, cradling Kathryn in her lap, nuzzling, kissing her and laughing. "I believe you have found a way to defeat the Jewel, my love," B'Elanna cried out, laughing until the tears ran down her cheeks.

Kathryn writhed languorously in B'Elanna's arms, moaning, and then she felt B'Elanna's fingers in her womanhood. The Jewel was off and B'Elanna was pleasuring her again, taking over where the machine had left off. When Kathryn could tolerate no more, the laughing Monarch kissed her and said, "Something tells me you will not mind listening to me and Annika together tonight, will you?"

"It will be a pleasure for me as well, my lord, " Kathryn promised.

Annika sat down beside them on the steps, panting with desire for B'Elanna's touch. "My lord," she began hesitantly, "please take me now. I cannot wait. I beg you."

B'Elanna regarded her. "Very well. You may ride my boot like Kathryn does when she's feeling slutty."

"Oh, yes," Annika agreed quickly. "Boot-fuck me, and I will lick your leather clean when I am through."

B'Elanna rose and kissed Kathryn. "Perhaps you can give Annika a few pointers, hmm?" She turned back to Annika. "I will have you now, woman. On your knees."

Annika scrambled to bring the stool and quickly obeyed her wife's command.

B'Elanna rose and sat on her throne, placed her foot on the stool and looked at Annika with a Queenly scowl.

Hiding her smile, Annika sank gracefully to her knees over B'Elanna's boot. "Oh," she shuddered. "Oh, yes."

Annika had done this many times in the harem, of course, but this was somehow more pleasant and more intimate, just the three of them. Kathryn had recovered somewhat and was sitting against the throne at B'Elanna's feet, holding and stroking her other boot, with B'Elanna's hand resting casually on the back of her Consort's neck, massaging gently. B'Elanna shared her cup with Kathryn.

With ragged, hitching breaths, Annika rubbed herself on the Queen's leather, moans of pleasure escaping her full lips. "Oh, my lord, permit me to come," she begged. "You made me so hot, telling me about Sharue, making me ride the horse, and then seeing you touch Kathryn. I need you so much."

B'Elanna bounced Annika on her leg. "Mmmm, I know, and you know I like you hot, my love."

Annika clutched desperately at B'Elanna's thigh. All three women could hear her squishing against the leather boot. "M - m - my lord," Annika begged, looking up into the Queen's eyes.

"Slowly, darling. I don't want it yet," B'Elanna cautioned.

The pressure in Annika's groin was intense. She writhed and pressed her breasts against her wife. "Please . . . please . . . " she panted.

"Hump my boot slowly," B'Elanna murmured.

"Boot-fuck me, my lord," Annika responded.

"I love to hear you say that," B'Elanna remarked. "Both of you."

"Oh gods, oh gods," Annika whimpered.

"Stop," B'Elanna commanded. "Do not move."

Annika gripped B'Elanna's boot tightly with her hands and thighs and waited. "Mercy," was all she had the composure to say.

"No," B'Elanna said. "Be still. Feel my boot in your pussy." Then slowly, B'Elanna began to press her boot up into her wife.

"I have to move, my lord," Annika gasped.

"Not until you come," B'Elanna responded, moving her foot slowly and gently, massaging the hard aching clit she could feel pressed against her instep. "If you move, I will leave you like this, and you will lick leather for an hour."

Annika's grip tightened and she squeezed her eyes shut in concentration. "Boot-fuck me, 'Lanna, I beg you."

"Look at me."

Annika's eyes fluttered open and she obeyed. B'Elanna jerked hard into Annika's pussy and her orgasm boiled out.

"'Lanna!" she screamed " 'Lannaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" She bounced and writhed and spilled her honey onto the high leather boot and the floor, and then, finally, as her spasms subsided, she slid down into the warm puddle at B'Elanna's feet. "Oh, 'Lanna, my darling, my love," she moaned, her lips to the slippery leather.

B'Elanna grinned and drank some wine. Kathryn gently moved Annika aside and began to polish her wife's boot with her tongue, enjoying the tangy sweetness of her sister Consort. All three women were utterly content, and when B'Elanna rose and gave Annika her hand to lead her to the bedroom, Kathryn smiled and followed them, looking forward to their pleasure that evening and in the days to come.