The Slave Queen of Etherion

Chapter 11

Malachite Palace, Lysannum

Rodger moved Xenia into Jade's -- now his -- room, saying that he wanted to keep both of his slaves close. The bed was big enough for all three of them, provided that Rodger

permitted

his slaves to sleep there.

With Xenia moved out of her former dungeon room, Rodger took the opportunity to refit it as a bondage dungeon, bringing in a variety of furniture and equipment. Xenia was highly apprehensive upon being told that she would also be participating in scenarios in the dungeon. Not having investigated the BDSM scene as Jade had via the proxy of Aichiko, Xenia saw only instruments of restraint and torture, and not the erotic possibilities they afforded.

"It's a game, Xeni," Jade tried to reassure her. "All this is just to make the sex better," Jade said.

"

Really

...?" Xenia was still sceptical. "How would you know?

You

only ever did any of this as Aichiko, and didn't you say that Aichiko doesn't allow its user to feel pleasure?"

"Perhaps so, but I also spoke to the other subs, and they all said that they do it because

this

is better than plain fucking," Jade waved her hand at the room in general. "Besides, if whatever Rodger is doing to you gets to be too much, you can ask him to stop."

A tear ran down Xenia's cheek. "In case you hadn't noticed, Jadie, we're

real

slaves, not free women playing at

being

slaves until the game gets to be too much for them."

"Most of the subs I spoke to

were

real slaves, Xeni," Jade said.

Rodger came to Xenia and hugged her gently. "You and Jade may be my real slaves in the eyes of the law, but to me, you're my women. Jade's right, if there's anything that you can't handle, just tell me, and either we'll stop, or not go there at all, until you think you're ready."

"I never told you how I came to be a slave, did I, Jadie?" Xenia asked.

"No..."

"My mother was a noble lady, and she was seduced by a visiting diplomat, a satyr, obviously. She kept the fact that she was pregnant from her family for a long time, long enough that the healers refused to perform an abortion when her family finally found out. Then, when I was born, and they saw that I was a faun and not a human, they used their noble prerogative to declare that my mother and me were slaves. They said that only a slave would fuck a beast and give birth to an abomination.

"When I was four, they took me away from my mother and sold me to some of their relatives. My mother hanged herself in her bedroom once I was gone. They left her there until they could bring me back and show her to me, which was a week later.

"After that, I was whipped every day... and years later when your father bought me for you, Jadie, they told me that I was to be your whipping girl... that whenever

you

needed to be punished,

I

would be whipped."

Jade was in tears too. "That was a lie... I don't recall that

you

ever got a spanking for anything

I

did. I seem to remember getting quite a few spankings, actually."

"I know... you were all so nice to me, even when I was naughty. But it took me a long time before I started to believe that I wasn't going to be whipped again just because I was disgusting."

"You may have been a slave, Xeni, but we all loved you."

Xenia smiled through her tears. "I know, Jadie. After I became a woman, I was so horny that it hurt when I couldn't find someone to fuck. When your father noticed, he told me that he hoped that I would show you how to make love, because you were obliged to remain a virgin and couldn't find out for yourself. He said that

he

would make love to me if I couldn't find anyone else, but the choice was mine, and whether I showed you everything or nothing, I could stay as long as I wanted, and if I chose to leave, I could leave a free woman with enough money to set myself up in whatever business I wanted. Of course, I stayed and we went at each other like bunnies, and you know the rest."

Rodger stroked Xenia's green hair. "Thank you for telling us that, Xenia. I'll keep that in mind when we play our games here. Don't be afraid to

say

you're afraid, okay?"

A few days later, the shoemaker delivered the footwear that Rodger had commissioned for Jade, delivering them in person as an extra service for his royal client.

When Jade saw what the shoemaker had brought: thigh-length ballet boots whose colour matched the satiny blackness of her hair perfectly, with heels the length of her entire foot that would have her standing on tip-toe like a ballerina, her immediate reaction was, "I can't wear

those!

I'll fall over!"

Then she realised that she had made a mistake, and she looked toward Rodger to see just how badly she had erred. He

didn't

look happy...

"You forget yourself, slave," Rodger said quietly and calmly. "I'm afraid that I'm going to have to punish you... but that can wait. Please put the boots on now, slave, so that this gentleman can check that they fit."

"Yes, master," she said, then presented her right leg to the shoemaker. The boots fit perfectly, as they ought given the extreme lengths to which the artisan had gone to get accurate measurements. They were tight and stiff, though without a single misplaced ridge of leather, and there wasn't even the slightest bit of spare space, and even with expert assistance, it took several minutes to squeeze her legs into each of them and lace them up.

"Now, slave, please stand up and walk around, and tell us how they feel."

Far from hurting her feet when she stood tiptoe on feet unaccustomed to that position, standing in them was only a little uncomfortable, with her foot flexed so far downward. The close fit and tightness ensured that her weight would be distributed around her whole foot and lower leg, rather than just at the tip of her big toe, and in that respect, they were almost the most comfortable pair of shoes she had ever had. The only problem was that her entire weight was resting on about two square inches of surface between the two boots.

"They're very comfortable, sir," she said to the shoemaker. "It's just hard to balance on them."

"Well, you'll have plenty of time to get used to them, since you're going to be wearing them from the time you rise in the morning until the time you retire at night, save for when you need to bathe," Rodger said.

"Yes, master," she said.

It was hard at first. She was unaccustomed to wearing even ordinary high heeled shoes, and these were far more extreme. She fell, of course, quite a number of times, but every time, Rodger was there to catch her before she hurt herself, help her to an upright position, and send her on her way with encouraging words, a kiss and an intimate caress. It surprised her sometimes how he could get to her side so fast, even when he had been all the way across a very large room the last time she had looked.

However, despite his kindness, he punished her nevertheless. That night, as Rodger, Xenia and Jade were about to retire, Rodger said, "Jade, you may sleep on the rug in front of the fire until I say otherwise."

Rodger and Jade were still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship, and so it was hard for Jade to be excluded from the bed which had once been hers, and even harder to have to listen to Xenia and Rodger fucking. In the time since Rodger had claimed her and had become her master, Jade had grown accustomed to frequent sexual intercourse, and suddenly being denied sex was hard. Jade cried herself to sleep that night, sobbing silently lest Rodger notice and punish her further for presuming upon his attention and not accepting her punishment stoically.

Days passed, and Jade gradually became accustomed to her ballet boots. Once she could walk, and then run in them, Rodger insisted that she proceed to practise dancing and fighting in them. He turned out to be an accomplished dancer, but when it came to fighting... Jade had a fair amount of experience in self defense, her father had insisted on it, but she had been only a moderately enthusiastic student of the martial arts. Prince Jan had impressed her with his martial skills, but Rodger impressed her even more. Jade had been impressed when Jan and Master at Arms Dweyer, the palace's chief instructor in the martial arts, had fenced for several minutes before Prince Jan had scored a hit, and had tied with the arms master over the course of an hour, but Rodger scored a hit against the Master at Arms within seconds, and proceeded to make hit after hit, while receiving only occasional hits in return, leaving the older man dripping with sweat. Where Jan had been strong, relying on his strength and weight to batter down his opponent's defence, Rodger was lean but fast, and simply wasn't usually where his opponent expected him to be. Jade was proud of her master, and a part of her wanted to see Rodger and Jan fight, so that Rodger could puncture Jan's arrogance and deflate his excessive ego. Suddenly it clicked in her mind: Rodger had faced off against Silvermark with Rodger in full plate armour, and Silvermark wearing a hunting outfit. Silvermark wasn't quite Jan's match, everything else being equal... Rodger would have made mincemeat of him, and would only have had to break his stride stepping over his opponent's corpse. It was just as well that Rodger had also shown such self-restraint, otherwise his sister Amorette wouldn't have met her husband.

Jade thought that Amorette and Silvermark must have

both

been virgins until they had consummated their union, since Silvermark somehow didn't seem untrustworthy any more, and Amorette seemed to be even more clever than before... though as Silvermark and Xenia had fucked before her challenge, that didn't quite make sense. Jade thought that things were likely going well between Silvermark and Amorette. From the sounds that had come from their suite that could be heard despite the thickness of the walls and given their hand-holding, cuddling and love-struck expressions when they looked at each other, at least

they

seemed to be getting laid between making preparations for their move to Silvermark's home nation of Harquen in the next few days.

Jade was aching for some physical attention from her master, so much that when he was showing Xenia some of the contents of his sex dungeon, Jade blurted out, "Master, could you

please

fuck me? I need you so much that it hurts!"

Rodger looked over at Jade. "We still have the matter of your punishment to consider," he said. I will attend to your needs after we have dealt with that... but until then, I want you to fuck anything suitable that you can see in this room."

"Thank you, master!" Jade exclaimed. She looked around the room, but there was nothing suitable visible but a vertical rod device standing in the middle of a slightly raised platform, that he hadn't explained yet, with a rounded metal phallus at its tip. Jade ran over to it, confident enough in her ballet boots that she scarcely noticed that she was wearing them any more, and looked more closely at the polished metal phallus. It

looked

like something intended to be inserted into a human orifice, though it wasn't at the right height, not low enough to kneel or squat over, nor high enough to stand over... however Jade was desperate, and Rodger had given her instructions to fuck

something

.

Jade stepped onto the platform, which was a bit more than a yard wide, and stood above the phallus with one booted foot to each side of it, and lowered her throbbing pussy toward it. She rubbed her pussy across its tip, lubricating it, before lowering herself onto it, sighing with relief as the cool metal soothed the immediate ache in her cunt. She felt her pussy lips touch a ring of metal apparently intended to prevent overly deep penetration, and having lowered herself as far as practical, began to raise and lower her cunt over it, the hard metal shaft continuing to massage the walls of her cunt...

"T t t rrrrrrrrrak k k...!" There was a sudden metallic staccato sound as the phallus surged upwards, pressing hard against her pussy lips and her cervix, and she cried out in surprise and reflexively straightened her legs to relieve the pressure, but the phallus followed her pussy upward, and even with her legs straight, it was applying an uncomfortable amount of pressure. She closed her spread legs to gain more height, stepping to move her feet closer to the vertical shaft. That was better... at least now the uncomfortable upward pressure had eased.

"Aaah!" Jade had exclaimed in surprise as the rod ascended, and by the time Rodger looked around to see what was wrong, she had already relieved the pressure it had been applying.

"Ah, I see that you've discovered my one-bar-prison, Jadie," Rodger smiled. "Let's consider this your punishment for your inappropriate outburst when your boots arrived: you may leave if you can get yourself free, but if not, you must stay there until I return to release you from it. Do you understand, slave?"

"Yes, master; I may free myself, but if I cannot, you will come to release me," she acknowledged.

"Very good," Rodger kissed her on the mouth as he hadn't done in days, and caressed her erect bare breasts and rubbed his thumbs over her beringed nipples, eliciting another surge of moisture in her pussy. "Come meet me in our bedroom when you're done here... if you can," he said. "Oh, by the way, you may take your boots off whenever you like... but I wouldn't advise doing that until you're free."

Jade watched Rodger lead Xenia out of the dungeon, shut the door, and heard them walk away.

Jade thought that getting free would be easy, but it turned out to be surprisingly difficult. She couldn't stand on her tiptoes to lift herself off, since thanks to her boots, she was

already

on her tiptoes. She could turn on the spot, and could bend over to look more closely at the shaft that was impaling her cunt, and she could see some sort of button on the tube just below knee level. She tried grabbing the bar just below her pussy lips and pushed down with all the weight she could muster... but it didn't budge. She tried leaning down to the button, but the inflexible, unyielding metal in her cunt prevented her from tilting her pelvis sufficiently, and it hurt to try to put her weight on it to move to the side or bend any further. She couldn't jump, it was so deep in her cunt that it hurt her to try to flex her knees, and while she was fairly strong, she couldn't get a good grip on the shaft that was slick with her pussy juices, or on the lip on the phallus shaft just below her cunt, not enough to push the shaft down, or lift herself off it. Her weight on the platform to which the shaft was fixed prevented her from jerking to the side enough to tip the whole assembly over and allow her to fall off... and that didn't consider the fact that the platform was fixed to the floor There was nothing close enough to her for her to reach to get leverage to pull herself over, and nothing above she could grab to lift herself off.

Jade resigned herself to her imprisonment on the deceptively simple device. As a princess, she had spent a lot of time standing still at various ceremonies and events, so this enforced immobility wasn't too unpleasant, and even had a bonus in the form of the phallus penetrating her pussy. So, for lack of anything else to do while she waited, Jade tried to fuck the phallus to get herself off, but even that was unsatisfying given her inability to move enough.

Jade didn't know how long she stood upon the one-bar prison, boredom tends to make short periods of time seem far longer, but her legs were quivering by the time Rodger returned.

"I think that it's time to release you, Jade," Rodger said. "In the future, you might want to remind me to punish you if I have said that you need to be punished, but I'm not able to take care of it straight away."

When he pushed the release and pulled the phallus down and out of her cunt, which was aching once more, and locked it into its lower position, she collapsed from exhaustion, and Rodger caught her, then lifted her and threw her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. Jade squeaked, and kicked her legs in surprise.

Rodger slapped her backside hard enough to sting. "Stop that!"

Jade had only been carried over a man's shoulder once, when Rodger had claimed her, even including her time as Aichiko, and she was finding the experience somewhat uncomfortable and embarrassing, but also arousing, and it was even more arousing when Rodger had slapped her backside. He didn't carry her far, and laid her down carefully on a hard bench made from rough wood, her neck cradled in a padded curved support. He removed one of her boots, which was not a simple task given that it laced up from ankle to thigh, and after massaging her foot for a minute or two, laid it on the bench and then removed the other boot, but after massaging her foot, he pulled her leg back and to the side, and closed a shackle around it to hold it in place, then took her other foot and pulled it in the other direction so that her legs were raised and splayed apart. Then he took her unresisting hands and placed them in curved notches on either side of her head, and then lowered a board down over her neck and wrists, and snapped a pair of latches to lock it in place. With the board there, she could neither sit up or see what was about to happen to her body. While her neck was supported in a padded notch, her head turned out to be unsupported, so she gradually let it dangle backwards off the edge of the bench.

"Now, Xenia, I want you to watch carefully," Rodger said.

"Yes, master," the faun said obediently.

'

Xenia?

' Jade thought. She hadn't heard the faun arrive.

Rodger came around the bench, and squatted in front of Jade's face, upside down from her perspective, and kissed her, their tongues fencing ecstatically, for a long time.

"Do you trust me, slave?" Rodger asked her when he withdrew.

"Yes, master."

Rodger walked back around the bench, and began to kiss Jade's body, and then began to caress her too.

"Master...!" Xenia sounded worried and concerned.

"Ssh, Xeni..." he said. "Just watch."

Rodger continued to kiss and caress her body, made all the more delightful by her inability to see what he was doing. Then there was a sudden '

Smack!

' and a sting on her shoulder that made her gasp. More kisses and caresses, then a lightly stinging '

Smack!

' on her thigh this time, making her gasp again. More kisses and caresses, interspersed with the occasional stinging smack, and Jade's cunt was oozing lubricating secretions down her bum crack. Rodger caressed her pussy, and then a sudden stinging smack on her breast, and Jade orgasmed, not her most powerful, but Rodger hadn't even begun to fuck her yet, and she gasped with pleasure.

"Are you all right, Jadie?" Xenia asked, sounding rather upset.

"Do you want me to stop?" Rodger asked Jade.

"Don't stop!" Jade gasped, that being all she could say. She desperately wanted to be fucked, and moved her knees apart as far as the restraints her ankles were bound within would allow.

However, Rodger kissed her again, between her breasts, then took one nipple into his mouth, and swirled his tongue around it, while he pinched and massaged her other nipple between his fingers, then there was a sudden stinging '

Smack!

' on her mons, and she screamed again, cumming so hard that fluid squirted from her pussy. Then, suddenly Rodger was on top of her, plunging his cock balls-deep into her cunt with a single thrust, then he was pounding his hips against hers. Her orgasm had almost died down when there was a "Smack!" on her outer thigh, and her pussy squirted again as her orgasm returned full force. More fucking, then '

Smack!

' on her breast, and she shrieked again as her orgasm flared yet again. So it went; fucking and fondling and kissing and sucking as her orgasm faded, then a stinging smack in some sensitive place, and she would shriek again as her orgasm returned, her pussy squirting with the power of it, and then again and again, her throat becoming raw and her voice hoarse. Then, Rodger came, pressing his hips against hers as he ejaculated deep inside her cunt, while he growled with each breath until he was spent.