The Slave Queen Of Etherion Ch 02

Chapter 1

Malachite Palace, Lysannum

Twenty-one year old Princess Jade was horny. She had been incredibly,

frustratingly

horny for most of the last

three years

. It had all seemed so easy at the innocent age of eighteen when she had learned that it would be her duty to marry soon after she turned twenty-one. After her father had approached her a week after her eighteenth birthday to instruct her to begin considering her future husband, Jade had looked back upon her innocent childhood and hadn't realised that her incipient sexual awakening would make her task so much more difficult.

King Steven wasn't styled 'The Cunning' for nothing. It hadn't helped that Jade's mother had died in childbirth when she had been four, and her baby brother had died with his mother. That meant that unless her father remarried and had a legitimate son, Jade was heir to the throne. However, it didn't look as if King Steven

would

remarry. He had loved his wife and queen dearly, and while he still lusted after other women in private, they were little more to him than a way to relieve his needs. Without a wife to instruct his daughter and heir in the sexual arts when she came of age, he sought other solutions. He considered that Princess Jade had ladies in waiting, but they were all prim, proper, noble ladies, who scarcely had enough experience to fumble through the task of making love to a man had one actually managed to seduce one of the confirmed spinsters, let alone teach their princess when the time came. When Jade was six, a solution arrived in the form of Biblis, a maga who had applied along with three other magi for the advertised position of court magician and one of Jade's tutors. Biblis was an attractive, seemingly ageless woman who was comfortable with her sexuality, while King Steven was still a handsome man despite the grey in his hair, and she and the King almost immediately became aware of the chemistry between them. So, Biblis was hired as court maga and Jade's tutor, on the understanding that when Jade came of age, Biblis would begin to school the princess in the facts of life... and Biblis and King Steven soon became friends with benefits.

While Jade had half-brothers and sisters on the wrong side of the sheets, they all lived elsewhere, and she rarely saw them. Even the lowliest serving girls who had borne King Steven's bastards had been set up with their own houses and employment for as long as they needed. Jade had been a lonely child, not allowed to play with the children of mere common servants who might teach her bad habits, and there were no noble children of a suitable age who could visit the royal court regularly.

So, Jade's father had bought an eight-year-old faun slave girl by the name of Xenia for his daughter on the occasion of Jade's eighth birthday, the faun being another highborn family's unwanted illegitimate daughter, suitable to be Jade's companion due to her noble blood, even if she was a slave. Being a compassionate man, King Steven had encouraged Jade to treat Xenia kindly, more as a friend, a member of the family or even as a sister than as a slave and the two girls soon became fast friends. While the young Jade saw Xenia's polished silvery faerie iron slave collar every day, she didn't regard it as the mark of involuntary servitude that it actually was, instead considering it more as an idiosyncratic piece of jewellery that she envied... and that Xenia couldn't share with her, since it couldn't be taken off. To the young Jade's mind,

real

slaves wore rusty, dirty, clunky collars, shackles and chains, not an elegant solid necklace with a smaller ring dangling at her throat that sparkled in the sunlight. It wasn't until she became an adult that she realised the true meaning of Xenia's collar.

Xenia was a typical faun, and upon her sexual awakening when she had reached her majority, she was rapidly overwhelmed with lust as is typical of most maidens of her race. Since she was both a faun and a slave, she had no reason to preserve her virginity. Not long after Xenia had become an adult, King Steven had approached Xenia in private and had asked her if she would be willing to allow Jade to witness her deflowering, so that his daughter would know what to expect when she married. Xenia had immediately agreed, even though the King had made it perfectly clear that it was a suggestion and not an order. Xenia and Jade shared many things, after all. So, a few months after her eighteenth birthday -- just a few weeks after Jade's eighteenth -- she had chosen a handsome young virgin squire by the name of William for her deflowering, a young man only a little older than herself. They had visited a nearby deflowering stone, and after a countryside picnic lunch, they had kissed and fondled each other for a while, their clothes gradually making their way from their bodies to the ground, as they had become increasingly more frantic in their movements as they explored each other's bodies. As Jade had watched from a convenient hiding place in some bushes nearby, Xenia had laid herself down upon the grey-white granite deflowering stone, its top worn smooth and indented by the hundreds and thousands of virgins who had lain there before her in order to give up their own virginities. Xenia's legs -- being a faun, she had a shorter thigh and shin, and an elongated foot tipped with cloven hooves, and they were covered in green fur the same shade as the long wavy hair on her head -- naturally fell into notches where the corners of the otherwise rectangular stone might be, and William had approached her from between her spread legs, now also entirely unclad, his penis standing at attention and waving from side to side like a drunken metronome as he walked toward her.

Jade was just beginning her own sexual awakening and she felt a bit hot and breathless as Will knelt before the altar stone, took hold of his penis and stroked it up and down the slit between Xenia's legs, before finding the entrance to her vagina and pushing his penis into it. He was apparently blocked by Xenia's maidenhead, and he leaned over her, with his hands upon a couple of well-worn knobs of stone, just below where Xenia's arms hung over the edge. From that position, he had the leverage to thrust hard, and as Xenia's maidenhead broke, his penis entered her vagina with a rush. Xenia gasped in surprise, and then as Will began to pump his penis in and out of Xenia's vagina, she began to moan, making deep, wordless groans that sounded almost like the lowing of a cow. As Will thrust his penis in and out of Xenia's vagina, she wrapped her arms around his back and her legs around his, just under his bum, encouraging his thrusts with movements of her legs and rocking her pelvis back and forth. Her horned head, which had at first been raised so that she could watch as he penetrated her, now fell back over the edge of the stone, her foot-and-a-half-long horns not touching the ground by virtue of the downward slope behind it.

Will thrust his penis into Xenia harder and harder, faster and faster, his hips smacking into Xenia's in a rhythmic sound much like applause. Xenia's groans grew faster and faster before she paused, held her breath, and then shrieked again and again, her body thrashing from side to side and her fingernails tearing gouges in Will's back. Will seemed not to notice, as he was panting hard, and then he suddenly stopped and let out a low roar, and then another and another.

Jade had thought that Will had been hurting Xenia when she had shrieked, but she raised her head from where it had been dangling over the edge of the stone, took Will's head between her hands and kissed him passionately on the mouth.

"Thank you, Will," Xenia said, after their lips had separated. "That was lovely. Thank you for making me a woman and thank you for your virgin gift."

"Thank

you

, Xenia," Will replied. "For making me a man, for the pleasure you've given me,

and

for

your

virgin gift too."

It was obvious what Will had gained from Xenia's virginity. While he had been a strong lad beforehand, he suddenly seemed positively muscle-bound now, with his skin seemingly stretched tightly over his newly bulging muscles like hide over a drum frame. It wasn't quite as clear what Xenia had gained; she didn't seem any stronger or prettier, and she sounded the same as always.

Will had risen from between Xenia's lustfully splayed legs, his penis no longer quite as upright as it had been and stained with a ring of blood around its base. As Xenia sat up, white fluid leaked from her vulva and trickled down through the red stains of her virgin blood towards her short, furry tail, though she seemed not to notice. However, when she rose from the deflowering stone, her usual awkwardness seemed to have been replaced by a new gracefulness.

After that, it wasn't long before Jade's own sexual awakening was complete. However, unlike a mere slave, as both a princess and a young woman of beauty unmatched in the whole world, her own virginity would be immensely more valuable to the man who would claim it than Xenia's had been to Will... and if she could wait three or four years, until the age of twenty-one or twenty-two, when she was fully mature, it would be more valuable still.

Additionally, the greater the pleasure that she gave to her first lover, the more that pleasure would add to her virgin gift to him, so paradoxically, the more experienced she was, the more valuable her virginity would be. So her father had said to her a week after her eighteenth birthday when he had commanded her to select a husband by a week after her twenty-first birthday, three years hence.

Now that Jade had reached her majority, Biblis began to teach her about sex, and she had witnessed Xenia's deflowering, and those experiences awoke something in her. She began to see men not as 'just people', but as potential partners. Many men were unattractive to her, but many were handsome, and a few were very handsome, and she began to wonder what it might be like to touch and be touched by them. She gained a new awareness of the sexual tensions between men and women, coming to realise that the interactions between men and women that she remembered weren't all as innocent as they had once seemed. Jade began to crave knowledge of adult relationships, and soon she longed to experience them for herself as Xenia had so recently... save that by tradition and her father's decree, she was obliged to remain a virgin.

Now that Jade was of age, experience, in the form of knowledge, was readily gained. Biblis would answer any questions she brought to her. She was the owner of a slave who had become an adult a couple of months before her, who had tastes in men quite similar to her own. As a reward to those men who had provided exceptional service in the course of their duties to her -- who were so inclined, of course -- she invited them to come to visit Xenia. Xenia was enthusiastic in her support of such an arrangement. Jade had watched her slave eagerly coupling with the men that she had sent to her through a secret peephole that overlooked her slave's quarters, and she occasionally spied on the other palace servants through similar peepholes that overlooked the other slave and servant quarters.

However, it seemed that there was still more to learn. Some of the men that she sent to Xenia -- or whom Xenia invited herself, or who visited the other adult slaves and servants -- were accomplished lovers, bringing their female partners to orgasm after orgasm. Men like her own father. At first, Jade had been shocked that her own father would couple with Xenia, whom she thought of as a friend or a sister or even an extension of herself rather than a slave. However, she soon realised that her father was an expert lover, far more so than many men -- even married men -- whom she had sent to Xenia. Soon, she burned to know if women could also be accomplished lovers, or if they could do nothing but lie down and spread their legs and wait to be serviced.

She asked Biblis, of course, who told her that sex wasn't one-sided, that it was like a dance that depended upon the skill of all involved. However Biblis also suggested that she talk to her father. That he already knew that she was spying upon her slave's assignations was beyond doubt -- he had often slyly winked directly at Jade in her secret vantage point as he left Xenia limp with the afterglow of their mutual pleasure.

As it happened, the palace -- which was full of secrets -- had yet another secret to be revealed to her. There was a secret passage that ran beneath the city square between the palace and The King's Temptation, the city's premier brothel. Even if she had known of the passage and its destination, she would have never dared to venture down it alone, for fear that she would be mistaken for a whore and lose her closely guarded virginity to some random womaniser who was not even her husband-to-be. However, escorted by her father and accompanied by Xenia, she was taken to the brothel, where her father introduced her to its owner, Madame Celestine.

The King's Temptation, Lysannum

In The King's Temptation, Princess Jade learned that the brothel catered for more than men -- or women -- who were merely looking for sexual release in the company of a whore. Some clients preferred to watch in privacy, without their presence being suspected by those they watched. Introduced to the Madam by her father, the King, Princess Jade was given carte blanche to watch whatever took her interest, however under no circumstances was Jade to ever be present in the same room as any person other than Madame Celestine, or even be seen on the premises by either clients or staff, and while Madame Celestine would be compensated for any instruction she may give Jade, any such instruction was to be strictly non-contact. Within that sternly worded directive was the unspoken implication that Madame Celestine would regret any infractions of those instructions for the remainder of her life, what little there would be of it. While King Steven was not a cruel or capricious monarch, he had been known to condemn those who had been convicted of certain serious crimes to the headsman's block, be they male or female. King Steven's justice was known to be swift; once condemned, criminals would rarely have more than a day in which to contemplate their impending demise.

So, Princess Jade watched whores servicing their clients, sometimes with Madame Celestine murmuring enlighteningly into her ear about just what the whore was doing.

It seemed impossible for one who had never had an orgasm, let alone having never experienced sexual intercourse or even foreplay, but Princess Jade became bored with plain fucking. However, the brothel's clients were people with a wide variety of tastes. Some, Jade found distasteful, like defecation fetishes, and some, Jade found exciting, like bondage and slavery. Jade found herself wanting to experience being enslaved and being forced to service her master's lusts -- while enjoying the experience herself, of course -- or being disciplined for failing to serve properly, by being placed in a pillory, or by being whipped.

This is not to say that Princess Jade spent all, or even much of her time spying upon copulating people and learning about the multitude of their kinks and fetishes. While Princess Jade was an accomplished scholar, a mediocre cook, and a terrible seamstress, her favourite leisure activities were hunting and running. She was a highly accomplished horsewoman, an expert falconer and an excellent tracker. She didn't just follow the huntsmen, she often led them, and could follow the tracks of game that even the Master of the King's Hunt had missed, either ahorse or afoot. Aside from her beauty, which was said to be unmatched in all Etherion, few men and no women had been able to beat Princess Jade in an endurance race since she had turned fifteen. Many men and women were faster over a short distance, but if they failed to catch her in a few hundred yards, they had no hope. Princess Jade had run

horses

into the ground -- again, if they couldn't catch her in the first few thousand yards or so, they had no chance.

When Princess Jade was nearly nineteen, about half a year since she had first been brought to be a voyeur spying on whores and their clients, Madame Celestine obtained a magical device that would change the Princess' life. It was the latest training device for slaves, brought all the way from the Republic of Maingar, on Triagia, at great expense. It had cost a pretty penny to purchase it from its maker's representative, but when the cost of having it shipped up to Etherion had been added, it had been almost ruinous.

The madam had invited Princess Jade to watch as she opened the long wooden crate, which was big enough that a person could hide within it. If it had been constructed a little differently, Jade might have called it a coffin or a casket.

Inside the box was a lot of light, fluffy padding, and beneath that was the still figure of a beautiful young woman, wearing nothing but a helmet on her head that hid most of her face and would prevent her from seeing anything. Princess Jade touched the woman's pale skin, and noticed immediately that she was deathly cold. She could feel no pulse at the woman's neck.

"She's dead!" Princess Jade exclaimed.

"Well..." Celestine replied, "No. She isn't dead, really, since she has never been alive." She took the odd helmet from the woman's head to reveal the beautiful, perfectly symmetrical exotic features of a Maingarian woman, with features of the Sian race (that people living in another universe might have called 'asian', while the inhabitants of Etherion were mostly of the Alban racial group that the same people from the same other universe might have called 'caucasian'). "She's a doll, made to look and feel just like a real woman."

"So, what use is she, then?"

"Ah, well... Here's the thing," Celestine replied. "How do you train a virgin to fuck like an experienced whore, without her losing her virginity?" Without waiting for a response, Celestine gestured dramatically toward the inert body in the box. "Ta daaa!"

"How can

this

help?" the Princess asked skeptically.

"Let me show you," Celestine responded. "Have a seat over here," she gestured to a reclining arm chair in the madam's opulently furnished retreat. When Jade sat, she went on, "Now, lean back, and put on this helmet," she offered the helmet to Jade.

Jade raised her head from the chair and slipped the helmet on. It covered her face, and was rather disorienting for a moment. Despite not remembering having closed her eyes, she opened them to find that she was lying nestled in fluffy padding inside a box. She sat up and looked down at herself, and noticed immediately that she was naked. It took only a moment longer to realise that the bare breasts she was looking down upon were not her own; while they were of similar size to her own, they weren't as 'pointy', and the areolae were a little darker, wider and flatter than her own, and the nipples were thicker, almost like thumb-tips. Below the breasts, the pubic hair was a little lighter and a bit sparser than her own, and the pussy had thinner outer lips, smaller inner lips, and an almost non-existently small clitoris. When she looked at them, even the hands were not her own.

"I'm..." she began to speak, but her voice sounded far too high pitched, alto, rather than her usual soprano. She tried adjusting her voice, but still sounded like a girl trying to sound like an adult but failing. "I'm the doll, now, aren't I?" she looked around for Madame Celestine, and saw her standing next to her own inert, reclining body. Her body was breathing, but when she tried to move it, it was the doll that moved, not herself.