Consort: Chapter Twenty

by EZTrek1


B'Elanna had moved the horse. It was inevitable that a new use for it would occur to her.

"Enjoying yourself, Kathryn?" she asked sweetly.

Kathryn was suspended in the rack over the horse. Most of her weight was on the seat and foot rests, and deep inside her were a fat ivory dildo and an equally fat mahogany buttplug. The machine was not turned on.

"Mmmmmpphh," Kathryn grunted through the ball-gag in her mouth. It was a small one, and she wasn't frightened. It was just enough to excite and cause slight discomfort.

"Take your punishment," B'Elanna ordered, and she flicked the long, thin whip out where Kathryn could see it. "Count for her, Annika," B'Elanna directed. She let the whip fly.

"Gggghhhh!" Kathryn groaned and arched.

"One," Annika smiled. "Two. Three." She walked around the contraption, watching as B'Elanna painted a delicate design on her Queen Consort's back. Kathryn had foolishly failed to resist a second orgasm that morning, and B'Elanna had found that disrespectful enough to deserve punishment.

Kathryn squeezed the invading toys and suffered the humiliation of the whipping. She knew she had transgressed, and that her wife was teaching her to accept less and less personal pleasure as she became more and more of a slave. That was inevitable. And the biting of the thin whip made her squirm and wet the horse. Later, B'Elanna would surely make her clean it with her tongue.

"Mmmph! Mmmph!" Kathryn groaned as Annika counted. "Eight. Nine."

B'Elanna stopped at twelve. "Annika will take me in her mouth while you watch," the Queen whispered to her panting, imprisoned first wife. She ascended the steps to her throne, barely six feet away from the equipment. "Remove the pin, my love," she told her second wife.

The horse had three speeds and this, the slowest, would torture endlessly without allowing the rider to achieve release. B'Elanna looked down at Annika, who knelt and opened her pants. Then B'Elanna sat and kissed Annika, fondling her breasts until the younger woman gasped. Certain of her wife's arousal, B'Elanna pressed Annika's face into her crotch and relaxed as the nimble tongue began to work inside her womanhood.

"Oh, Kathryn," B'Elanna sighed. "How beautifully she eats me. I have so many lovely women to pleasure me with their tongues."

Kathryn nodded and humped the Dildo Horse. Excitement filled her body to bursting, even more so since she knew she could not come. "Mmmmmm," was all she could express. She loved watching Annika give head to their lord the Queen, and she twisted from side to side in slow, delectable torture. "Mmph-mmph-mmph!"

"I know what you mean," B'Elanna laughed. "I know you would love to be licking my ass, and perhaps later, when I take Annika in bed, you will."

Kathryn jerked back and forth on the horse, squeezing with her anus and vagina alternately. The buzzing of the clockwork was transmitted also through the Jewel, which was pressed hard against the leather seat, and there was enough play in her bonds for Kathryn to bounce herself up and down, which she did, eagerly.

"You're making a terrible mess, love. You'll have to lick up every drop," B'Elanna informed her impaled wife. "Oh! Yes! I'm going to come," she sighed. "Move faster, Kathryn. Make your breasts jiggle for me."

Kathryn rode hard, so that her ass slapped the seat, and her breasts, which glistened with sweat, bobbed and swayed for her Queen's pleasure.

B'Elanna nodded. She told Annika, "Take my come, wife. I feel so close! Suck my clit now!" Gripping the arms of her throne, B'Elanna thrust forward as she watched Kathryn's punishment. "Gods, yes! Oh! Oh! Annika!" she bellowed, and she gushed on her second Consort's face. "Yes! Eat me! Yes!"

Kathryn writhed and twisted on the horse, hovering at the edge of orgasm, but forbidden to go there. Her clit pounded under the Jewel, desperate for release, and she groaned long and loud as B'Elanna exploded with pleasure until she could come no more.

Annika remained on her knees, steadfastly licking the Queen's womanhood to cleanse her. Her own womanhood throbbed almost painfully, and she could feel her clit being squeezed by her own thighs. Juices ran down Annika's legs, yet she did not complain. She didn't wish to end up on the horse with B'Elanna's first wife.

But B'Elanna understood Annika's needs. "Come along, my love, and I will take you in the bedroom. Kathryn can come with us, and observe until we are finished with our pleasure. Does that suit you, Kathryn? Do you think that's fair?"

Kathryn nodded enthusiastically. Her body jerked and writhed in its bonds as if she had no control at all, which she didn't.

B'Elanna stopped next to the horse, which had finally wound down. "Stand up on the footrests for a moment," she ordered her wife. B'Elanna then took the tiny key and unlocked the Jewel. She loosened the dildo and buttplug from their sockets, leaving them inside Kathryn, but no longer attached to the horse. "Sit," she commanded. The Queen then reached up and undid the wrist restraints, repositioning Kathryn's bound hands behind her back. Finally, the Queen removed the ball gag. "Let's go for a ride." She turned the horse and rolled it, with Kathryn still on it, through the apartments and into the great bedroom as Annika eagerly followed, dying to come and beside herself with curiosity.

"No reason for you not to enjoy yourself while we make love," B'Elanna remarked casually, stopping the horse at the foot of the bed. "If you get tired, you can get down and lick the horse clean, and then you may lie at our feet," B'Elanna directed. "Annika, get the strap-on, if you please. I will take you very slowly, so that we come together after a while. Let's give my lovely Queen Consort a good show."

B'Elanna sat down on the edge of the bed and Annika knelt between her feet. They kissed passionately for a while, then B'Elanna murmured to Annika and Annika bent to kiss and remove the Queen's boots. Kathryn watched, rocking slowly on the dildo horse, whimpering slightly, but making no complaint.

Soon Queen and Marquess were naked and B'Elanna drew her young wife onto the bed with her. The Queen rolled Annika under her and spread her Consort's legs apart firmly, but not too roughly. Annika sighed and thrust up, offering herself, and B'Elanna smiled at her, lowered herself onto the lithe young body, and took Annika in yet another deep kiss. Annika grasped B'Elanna's muscular backside and began to grind her hips against her powerful wife.

B'Elanna, although frequently satisfied throughout the course of the day, was nonetheless easily brought to arousal. When her slickness began to creep down and mingle with Annika's she pulled back, and quickly donned the strap-on.

Using the head, she teased Annika aching, engorged clit until she cried out, "'Lanna, put it in, please!"

Slowly, B'Elanna slid the leather-sheathed ivory inside her wife, thoroughly enjoying the sensation from the extension that cupped and massaged her own clit as Annika writhed. "Please, my lord," Annika moaned, "take me."

The Queen had lodged the dildo as deeply into Annika as possible. "Yes, darling. I will have you now," she agreed, and the two women began to move together, slowly, sensuously. Annika's legs came up and locked behind B'Elanna's backside. B'Elanna groaned and arched into Annika, then she pulled back slightly. "Slow down, my love. I wish to enjoy this with you."

"I need release," Annika whimpered. "You drive me mad with your teasing, and making me share you with so many other women. I long for you all day."

"I think of you even as I take Kathryn, my concubines, and my slaves," B'Elanna acknowledged. "I want you more than I can have you, but I am Queen, and this is my destiny."

"I am pleased to share it, my lord," Annika groaned. "But in fact I will never, ever, get all that I need of your pleasure."

"Then you will always want me, will you not?" B'Elanna asked.

"Of course, my lord. Always. I burn for you constantly," Annika readily admitted, sighing with pleasure and desire as she stroked B'Elanna's back.

"As does the Queen Consort. Even now, her bondage and discipline please her. The smell of her musk fills the room, in case you had not noticed," B'Elanna remarked, thrusting easily and slowly, keeping both of them on the edge of orgasm. "A shame you cannot enjoy your need as much as she does, but I believe I have the solution to that," B'Elanna told her wife, looking down into her clear blue eyes.

"Yes, 'Lanna? What is it?" Annika asked.

"You will see soon enough. Now, do you wish to come?" B'Elanna teased.

"I will come when it pleases you to permit it, my lord," Annika breathed.

"I like to hear you say that," B'Elanna whispered, and then she slid all the way back in and held still, waiting to hear her wife beg again.

Annika moved, twitching helplessly, under B'Elanna. "Oh, please," she moaned. "Please, 'Lanna!"

"Are you begging, my sweet?" B'Elanna inquired.

"You know I am!" Annika howled.

B'Elanna laughed. "Get down here, Kathryn, and lick my ass! I wish to come!" she commanded, and when the tongue of the Queen Consort entered her behind, B'Elanna began to move in a quick, regular rhythm that soon had Annika screaming under her, all control gone, drowning in pleasure under her wife.

B'Elanna came mere seconds after Annika began, shuddering and jerking like a wild woman. "Annika!" she shrieked. "My gods! The pleasure! Oh, gods, my love!" Her nails dug into the flawless skin of her wife and she banged her pelvis into Annika like a battering ram. Their mutual, fiery pleasure continued for moments on end and Kathryn had to exert all of her considerable strength to keep from being thrown clear of her wife's delectable ass.

The liquid the two women produced from their joining kept Kathryn busy and content long after the lovers had sagged in exhaustion. Kathryn carefully licked every area that she could reach on both of them, then returned to the horse and cleaned it as she had been ordered to do. She smiled to see them sleeping in each other's arms, and when she was done with her work, she eased out of her bonds, which were elastic for that very reason, and slid into the bed, pressing her breasts to B'Elanna's feet. Things were working out as she had been hoping for months, and it was hard for Kathryn to imagine that it could get any better.