The Slave Queen of Etherion

Chapter 9

Malachite Palace, Lysannum

The next three weeks were hectic as the wedding was hastily arranged. Rodger and Jade saw little of each other, save to agree upon the pertinent details of the ceremony. They certainly didn't have the opportunity to engage in any intimacies, Rodger's claim upon the princess notwithstanding. Jade found the experience of being denied sex to be even more frustrating than before Rodger had claimed her, since previously, as a virgin, she had only anticipated the pleasure that she would feel, but now she

knew

what she was missing. It seemed that Rodger felt the same way, since every time they crossed paths, neither of them could keep their eyes off each-other, nor keep from touching hands or kissing whenever the opportunity arose.

During the time that they were preparing for the wedding, one of Rodger's first orders of business was to summon the court apothecary.

When the apothecary, a robust grey-haired old woman by the name of Mistress Nostra, arrived, she was shown in and announced by the palace butler.

"Mistress Nostra, thank you for coming," Rodger greeted her.

"Thank you, your highness," she replied in a gravelly voice. "What can I do for you?"

"I would like you to prepare regular doses of birthbane for both Princess Jade and Xenia, until further notice."

"Rodger," Princess Jade interrupted. "It is important that the queen give birth to an heir."

"Is it

really

necessary, your highness?" he asked. "Or is having an heir of the body a matter of vanity, when all the kingdom

needs

is an heir... any heir?"

Jade considered that for a while. "You're right, of course master... but didn't you want your own heirs?"

"Yes, Jade, I do want my own heirs... but pregnancy is dangerous, and I don't want to lose you. The time for making babies will come, just not right now."

As it turned out, Xenia was already taking birthbane regularly, so only Jade needed to be provided with birthbane and instructed in its use.

Hasty word had been sent to Galadon, informing Rodger's family that the exiled Prince was about to marry the princess-heir to the throne of Tharnirion. Rodger didn't expect that any of his family would even acknowledge his forthcoming nuptials, let alone attend, but nearly three weeks later, he was surprised when two of his younger sisters, Florimel and Amorette, arrived on the back of one of the pegasi that facilitated communication between the worlds, and he was utterly shocked to find that they were accompanied by their uncle, the very man who had spared Rodger's life upon the headsman's block and had condemned him to exile. Rodger expected his uncle to ignore him, or to hold a grudge against him, but Duke Carle greeted him with perfect civility and his former degree of affection for his nephew. However, the whirlwind of events in the few days that remained before the wedding ensured that there was almost no opportunity for Rodger to speak further to his uncle or his sisters.

High Lord's Cathedral, Lysannum

It seemed to be an eternity of preparation later -- and at once, as if no time at all had passed -- that Rodger found himself standing at the High Lord's Altar in the cathedral in Lysannum, wearing a formal, ruffled white blouse, with a blue, green and gold Galadian tartan sash and kilt, awaiting his bride, his uncle standing beside him in similar attire as his best man.

"You seem awfully friendly, Uncle," Rodger commented carefully. "Given how our last meeting went."

"Oh...

that

," his uncle said dismissively. "You fucked with the

succession

, boy. That was a necessary duty... there wasn't anything personal in it. It was just a matter of showing the people that the law was being upheld... regardless of where the fault lay."

"But what about Lysette?" Rodger asked... finding that mentioning her no longer bothered him

"She was a pretty wench, and a good lay, for all that she was a noble daughter, but she was more than I could handle... more than

you

could handle too, it seems. She was laying half her maids -- not that

that

was treasonous, just unfaithful -- and I found out later that she was also dallying with a number of her guardsmen

and

a captive troll. Her own

father

admitted that Galadon was well rid of her."

"Oh..." Rodger didn't know what to say. He had thought Lysette to be less... promiscuous.

"It was just your bad luck to be the one with whom she was caught in flagrante delicto... it could easily have been one of half a dozen or more men. I

was

angry... that it was

you

, and not someone less...

related

with whom she was caught."

"Ah..." Rodger replied, at a loss for words as he processed the unexpected information. He found that the memory of Lysette no longer haunted him... she had been quite replaced in his mind by Princess Jade.

Just then, Princess Jade made her appearance at the far end of the aisle standing beside her father, wearing an elegant white wedding gown, its long train being manoeuvred into place by Xenia. As the cathedral organ played the traditional wedding march, Jade approached slowly, arm in arm with her father.

"You caught yourself a good one

there

," Rodger's uncle murmured approvingly.

When Jade and her father stopped at the altar, Jade standing beside Rodger, the Bishop stepped forward in his glittering ceremonial armour and fur-trimmed cape to conduct the ceremony.

"My Lords, Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to witness the conclusion of Princess Jade's nuptial challenge. According to her wishes, Princess Jade departed from the Malachite Palace three weeks ago, and was hunted down and claimed by Prince Rodger of Galadon.

"Princess Jade... Do you acknowledge that Prince Rodger located you in the wilds of Etherion by virtue of his skills as a hunter as specified in your challenge, and successfully claimed you for himself before any other suitor could do so?"

"I do so acknowledge," she replied.

"King Steven, do you recognise Prince Rodger's claim upon your daughter, and surrender her to him?"

"I recognise Prince Rodger's claim, and surrender her to him," he placed Jade's hand in Rodger's.

"Princess Jade, do you surrender yourself to Prince Rodger as your captor, to be his willing slave in perpetuity, to subordinate your personal desires to his will, save for your public duties as heir to the throne of Tharnirion? To accept whatever marks of servitude he may choose to place upon your person, to wear whatever attire he may choose to clothe you in or to go naked as he commands? To obey his every lawful command save where such commands conflict with your duties as heir and future Queen of Tharnirion? To surrender all of your personal property and chattels to your master, save for that which is property of the crown, held in trust by you for the benefit of the kingdom?"

"Prince Rodger," Jade replied, "I surrender myself to you as your willing slave for as long as we both live, save only where your commands conflict with my duty to my kingdom. I surrender all of my personal property to you, save for that which I hold in trust on behalf of the kingdom."

"Prince Rodger, Do you accept Princess Jade as your slave in perpetuity?" The Bishop asked.

"Princess Jade, I accept your offer of perpetual servitude," Rodger acknowledged. "In token of your surrender, I require that you now accept the marks of your servitude."

"Master... I submit to your will," Jade bowed her head.

Rodger reached out to Jade and put his hand upon the high collar of her wedding dress, slipped his fingers into the tight circle of cloth, and pulled sharply. The cloth tore along the cunningly hidden lines of weakness purposefully built into the expensive gown, exposing Jade's chest to the waist, her breasts supported by a shelf brassiere that lifted and thrust her breasts forward, though it did not cover her pale pink maiden's nipples. Rodger tore her sleeves free, and the back of her dress fell away. A sharp tug at her waist tore the waistband, and the heavy skirt fell down around her ankles. A little more work saw Jade's petticoats join the pile of torn fabric on the ground, and finally Rodger tore away her drawers, exposing her black-haired mons. Jade stepped out of her shoes.

"Piercer!" Rodger called, and Biblis stepped forward from the wings, carrying the tools of the piercer's trade. "Let this slave be given rings in her nipples, navel and clitoris!" he ordered. "Slave, place your hands behind your head and stand with your legs apart."

"Yes, master," Jade acknowledged, doing as she was ordered. She stood still and silent as Biblis marked her nipples with dots where the piercings would pass through, though she squeaked involuntarily as the sharp needle was pushed through them, and again as the golden rings were threaded into the newly made holes. Biblis closed each ring with a golden bead with a diamond mounted within it. Jade didn't whimper as her navel ring was installed, but she choked off a scream as she received her deep clitoral hood piercing, and another golden ring was installed and closed with a diamond-mounted bead which rested on the head of her clit.

That having been done, Biblis touched Jade's bleeding nipples, navel and clit with a spiral ivory horn, and the bleeding immediately stopped. Rodger then took hold of Jade's shelf bra, tore it apart at the front, and let it fall. He was pleased to see that the magic in the nipple rings was working as promised; Jade's breasts remained standing at attention as if they were still supported by the shelf bra.

Finally, Rodger took the two halves of an inch-and-a-half-wide engraved and diamond-studded golden slave collar from his sporran in two pieces, and fitted it together around Jade's long, graceful neck. He made sure that the locking lugs were all in the right holes, then drew a small, weighted leather-faced mallet from his sporran and used it to tap the halves of Jade's collar together until all of the locking tabs clicked to indicate that the collar was closed... and would never come off again without first being destroyed. Rodger turned it so that the pin with its smaller ring was at the front.

Jade sighed with pleasure and smiled as she was finally collared. It was such a beautiful collar too, with simple but elegant engravings depicting Rodger staring into her eyes as he had taken her virginity upon the raping stone, and had fallen in love with her as he had done so.

"Prince Rodger," the king addressed his daughter's new master. "Will you accept a token of your ownership of my daughter?" he held up a silvery thick-shafted curved barbell with large beads at each end.

"I will," Rodger said, and removed his sporran and kilt. He bore the insertion of the Prince Albert piercing stoically, until Biblis poked it with the unicorn horn, healing the wound as if it had been there for a year or more.

There was just one thing Rodger had left to do, made easier since Biblis' handling of his penis had left it erect. "Slave, turn around and place your hands and forehead on the altar," he ordered Jade.

"Yes, Master," she said with a smile as she complied, turning around and bending forward at the hips to place her head on the waist-high altar, then putting her hands to either side of her head.

Rodger stepped behind Jade, caressed her presented bum and felt her slit. She was wet for him already, but he caressed her dangling breasts, eliciting gasps of pleasure from her as he brushed her nipples and tugged gently at her new rings. The rings were a real turn-on, and his cock was achingly erect with anticipation. He probed at her vulva with his cock, and his piercing slipped between her wet cunt lips, followed immediately by his aching cock. The movement of his piercing in his urethra as he pumped his cock in and out of Jade's cunt was unexpectedly pleasurable, and he came sooner than he had really wanted, filling Jade's cunt with his spunk.

For her part, Jade revelled in the sensation of being fucked, made all the more delicious by her exposure to the eyes of the crowd, who muttered and tutted with disapproval at the sight of the naked, slave-ringed princess being fucked vigorously doggy-style on the very altar of the High Lord. Public consummation was an ancient traditional rite to seal a marriage, and so not blasphemous in the least, but the custom

had

become very rare, with most couples choosing to consummate their union in private, with a minimum of witnesses.

As Rodger fucked Jade, they were peripherally aware of the bishop blessing their union, his traditional words carefully altered to allow for their status as master and slave rather than a more traditional husband and wife.

Jade was having orgasm after orgasm as the bishop's blessing neared its conclusion. However, the man had paced his delivery perfectly, concluding the blessing just as Rodger filled Jade's cunt with his cum.

After that, nothing else remained but to attach a chain leash to Jade's collar and lead her back to the palace.

Lysannum City Square

It was a short walk through the city square from the cathedral to the palace, and Rodger and Jade drew quite a bit of attention... mostly disapproval directed at Rodger for degrading the princess.

"I think that the Princess needs to address this, Master," Jade murmured to Rodger.

"Very well... whenever you're ready," he acquiesced.

Jade climbed up onto the fountain. "Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please!"

The harsh buzz of disapproving comments died down.

"I

am

Princess Jade, and yes, I

am

Prince Rodger's slave. However, my slavery is of my own choice. I have spent much time getting to know myself over the years, and I have found that I greatly enjoy submission to a strong man. My bridal challenge was primarily to find just such a man, and Prince Rodger has proven to be everything that I desired. I am still heir to the throne, and my vows of submission allow me to exercise royal authority of my own accord for the public interest. However, in private matters, I am Prince Rodger's slave. I assure you all that while I am finding being paraded naked through the streets to be somewhat embarrassing, I am also enjoying the experience, and as long as my submission does not interfere with my royal duties, you may now expect to see me attired, displayed and used as a slave.

"So, ladies and gentlemen, I beg you, please pass the word throughout the kingdom that it was my own choice to become a slave, and Prince Rodger is doing his duty to me as my husband and master by treating me in the manner that I most desire. As Princess, I must request that my husband-master be permitted to

continue

to treat me as a slave without the burden of public disapproval.

"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. Master... I am at your service." Jade stepped down from the fountain and placed her leash back in Rodger's hand.

As Rodger led Jade through the square once more, flaunting her nudity for all to see, what had initially been disapproval now seemed to have been transformed into whistles and leers of appreciation for the openly displayed body of a particularly attractive slave woman... and applause for the Princess and/or her master.

Malachite Palace, Lysannum

There was a reception, of course... ostensibly to honour Rodger as winner of the nuptial challenge, since by custom, slaves were almost beneath notice. Jade's status as sometime slave, sometime princess confused matters... the princess was asked to speak, while Rodger's slave was all but ignored... save by those expressing admiration or appreciation for his slave's flawlessly beautiful body.

Rodger's uncle, Duke Carle, was amongst those who came to offer his congratulations in less constrained circumstances than the cathedral.

"Well done, lad," he clapped his hand on his nephew's shoulder. "I gather that she was challenging quarry?"

"Yes, uncle... she

was

quite difficult to track down. I only managed it because Dad had given me Bronze before I left."

"Well... not everyone who's given such advantages make the best use of them," Carle complimented his nephew. "Be sure to keep this one well-fucked, don't make the mistake I did, and allow your woman's libido to go unsatisfied."

"That might not be easy... Before Jade became mine, she had a faun slave... she's mine now, of course."

"Gods help you, lad! A faun! You

will

have your work cut out for you!"

"Speaking of women, Uncle, I believe that I still owe you an apology for allowing your wife to seduce me."

"Yes, lad... I suppose that you do. Of course,

I

bear some of the blame for not being able to keep Lysette satisfied... and

she

has paid in full for her lack of prudence..."

"May I offer you the use of Jade here as repayment?"

Jade flushed with embarrassment -- and delight -- at being offered by Rodger to be used by another man.

Carle's first inclination was to refuse, but he noticed Jade's tiny, secret smile as she glanced at Rodger. Apparently this was something that she would enjoy, and while she was a slave

now

, she wouldn't

always

be a slave. It might be good to know a future foreign queen...

intimately

. "Well... that's a very tempting offer, lad. One that I'm of a mind to accept."

Rodger was a little annoyed... he had thought that his uncle was more likely to refuse, but having offered, he could hardly retract the offer once it was accepted. He looked toward Jade. "Slave... please go with my uncle and do whatever he asks until he returns you to me." Rodger handed Jade's leash to his uncle.

"Yes, master," she replied quietly, then addressed Rodger's uncle as he led her aside. "Would you like me to find us a room, your grace?"

Carle considered that Jade appeared to have quite the fetish for exhibitionism. "Nooo..." he decided. "I think that I'll just take a seat on that chair over there," he nodded at the narrow, high-backed piece of furniture.

Jade blushed again at the titillating thought of fucking this stranger in front of everyone. "Yes, your grace."

The duke walked over to the chair, Jade following on her leash. He turned the chair so that it was facing away from Rodger and the centre of the room, then he unbuttoned his breeches and sat down. Fortunately, the novelty of the situation meant that his cock had decided to perform as expected, and was quite erect.

Jade blushed again as she sat down astride the duke's legs, facing him as he wordlessly directed her. He caressed her back and sides for a minute before his hands worked their way around to her breasts, where they gently stroked them, then just as gently pinched and pulled at her nipples and piercings.

Carle noted that Jade was becoming aroused quite rapidly. He seemed to have barely touched her skin before she was arching her back, pushing her breasts toward him, and when he laid his hands on her breasts and nipples, it seemed to be only moments before she was gasping with pleasure. He stroked one hand back down her side and across her thigh, then gently brushed his fingers along her slit, finding it already slick with her juices. He shuffled forward on the seat, leaned back, and worked his cock free of his breeches.

Jade found herself getting wet very quickly as she sat on the duke's legs, so when he freed his cock from his breeches and leaned back, she immediately moved forward and rubbed her pussy against his cock for a moment before mounting him. Once she had him inside her, she rubbed her clit ring against his pubic bone. Jade found that she loved her clit ring. Though she didn't have a great deal experience of sex without it, she certainly liked the extra stimulation of the bead pressing against the head of her clit and the ring tugging at its underside. She also liked it when the duke took first one nipple into his mouth, and then the other, licking her areolae and tugging at her nipple rings.