"His Majesty requires your services, at once!" the man said, his voice echoing in the room.
He tossed a small container into her room. Dust balls flew up as it landed on the cold floor.
Laena rose from her bed with a sigh. While the soldier waited impatiently at the door, she undressed and wiped herself down with wet tissues. She found both lotion and clean, silky underwear in the container, and carefully put it on. The guard kept his gaze straight forward into the cell, not letting his eyes wander to the more interesting places.
"Hurry up, we haven't got all day," he said. "You know the king."
"Do you think His Majesty would prefer me in dirty clothes and unwashed?" Laena countered, and with a defiant tardiness, sat down in front of the mirror. She knew this soldier. He was one of the nicer ones, so she had a bit more leeway.
With the wet tissues she cleaned her face and tried to smile. Her right side was still a bit stiff, but she knew enough concealer would take care of the bruise. Makeup had always been one of her talents, and she swiftly put on her pretty face.
She heard a strong buzz and saw that the guard accepted the incoming call. Laena hurried, seeing that time was running out. She quickly brushed her red hair before slipping into the flimsy black dress with matching high heels.
"There, I'm ready," she said and walked up to the soldier.
"Object retrieved, boss," he said into the hidden mic, and grabbed Laena's arm.
"Ow!" she complained, "You don't have to do that, I can walk myself."
"Sorry," he muttered and released her.
Together they walked down the hall, past the thirty same doors, all carefully, though probably unnecessarily locked. One door for every planet in the independent Tainee kingdom.
"He is angry today," the soldier said, surprisingly.
"Wow, you can talk?" Laena said, mockingly. "I though all you could do was bark out orders."
"We're part of the Empire now," he continued, ignoring the pretty girl's reply. "King Assertos has ordered his fleet to join up with the Fifth Imperial Navy in the war. They say the Emperor sent him a daughter to seal the deal."
"A princess? What about Queen Beegona?"
"She had an accident, I'm afraid," the soldier said, and sent her a knowing look.
"So soon?" she replied. She had enjoyed the company of Beegona, who had sometimes gathered all the tributes for tea and cookies.
"The fourth queen to fall off the Royal castle's balcony since his crowning. You'd think they'd fix that treacherous railing by now..."
"May her soul find rest in the black void," Laena said, and the soldier nodded.
"Forever drifting in the dark night," he replied, as was customary.
They walked up the spiraling stairs in silence. The castle was the largest building in the kingdom, by far. Her great grandmother had told her that it was at least partly repurposed from the ancient generation ship that took them here from Earth. That ship could only travel at twice the speed of light. Imagine that!
"The princess is lost, however," the soldier suddenly continued.
"Lost?"
"Yzikian raid, we think. A few days ago. Last known position was the Orix system. Void knows why they took that detour. It's a real shithole. Nothing there but minerals and convicts."
Laena had never heard of Orix.
"No wonder the king has asked for me," she said, "he must be furious. He always asks for me when he needs to calm down."
The soldier nodded in reply, a sadness passing over his face, as if saying "you don't deserve this."
She'd been here for almost five months now, including the lessons. Eleven left to serve before her year was over. Her family would be safe as long as she cooperated.
"You're doing well here," the soldier said, "that's what Myrah says."
"I am?"
"Yalen-2 received generous rations last month, so you must be."
She thought about her beloved family and friends back home under the harsh red sun. She would endure. For them.
The redhead and the soldier finally stepped up to the big door. Three guards stood in front of it.
"Special delivery from Myrah," the soldier said.
"Late as always, Sarantos," the older guard said and shook his head.
The youngest guard took a step forward and retrieved a scanning device.
"Strip search?" he joked, and gave Laena a creepy smile. She could only smile back. The walls had ears, and she knew he would not dare to touch her, so close to the king's quarters.
Instead, the guard scanned her from head to toe with the device.
"Clean," he said and his boss nodded.
"Thank you, Sarantos," the boss said, "you are dismissed."
The soldier gave her another look, as if to say he was sorry, and left the way he came.
The door closed behind her when she entered. It was a large room, with faux stone walls and carpets in the ancient style. In one end stood a large bed, where currently, King Assertos was half sitting, half lying on his back. Around the bed she saw generous amounts of food and drinks: colorful fruits and vegetables, cooked sausages, bloody steaks and fish fillets. She had to fight the urge to just run over and dig in. All they ever gave her in her room was dry bread and nutrient pills.
Her heels clicked on the floor as she walked over to the bed and started her act.
"Carisha and Roana," she said, "you sluts couldn't wait for me?"
The other tributes with red hair turned and smiled to her. "Laena!" they cheered, and even the king smiled. At least she wasn't alone in this. The tributes from Yalen-3 and Yalen 6-1 were kind to her, but also clever.
"Yalen-2, come over here and join us!" the king ordered. He was stark naked, his hands greasy from the food.
"Thank you for inviting me, my big, strong king," Laena said. "I mean 'creepy, fat pig,'" she thought while she let her flimsy dress fall to the floor.
Meanwhile, the other two redheads went back to the blowjob she had interrupted. She watched them taking turns sucking the tip. While one licked the head, the other one held the king's big belly up to give them room, but also licked his balls.
"Strip," the king said, and then groaned as Carisha suddenly let his entire length sink into her mouth.
Laena smiled coyly and started dancing. Closing her eyes, she began to touch herself, and her thoughts wandered to her final night on Yalen-2, when she slept with Giakes, the great fighter pilot from her home town. It had been a romantic and passionate night, and she was thankful that he, and not the king, had taken her virginity.
The thoughts made her dance well, they always did. Once she was in the mood, she let her eyes open. Not even the sight of the obnoxious king would disturb her now. The creep was pleased and motioned for her to come closer. She playfully refused, and instead removed her bra, revealing her nice, firm breasts. She had a lithe, petite body, and liked it that way. For one; No back pain, and two; dresses always fit nicely.
The king seemed to like her body as well, although he probably wished she had bigger tits like most of the tributes. He was a simple man. However, her ass made up for it, and she knew it. It was why she had captured Giakes, and why Yalen-2 had chosen her as their tribute this year.
She turned it towards the king and shook her ass playfully, letting him take in the view. Bubble shaped, big, but firm, her finest asset was the result of endless hours in the lowgrav training center for the Yalen Space Ballet, sprinkled with a light dust of lucky genes. She loved dancing, and the lowgrav version of ballet demanded great core strength, but also a lot of springiness.
Noticing a red, fat sausage lying on a plate, she saw an opportunity. It was strictly against the rules, but... she took it, turned towards the king and got his attention. With a seductive smile she kissed the tip of the sausage with tight lips. The king groaned from the sight alone. She extended her tongue and let it slide slowly all the way from one end to another. The salty taste gave her shivers and she giggled. The king grinned, so she dared to go on.
She sat down on the bed, next to the king, let the sausage slide over her lips, and then slipped it into her mouth.
"Oh god!" she gasped, an honest reaction, muffled by the big piece of meat in her mouth. It was so tempting to just take a bite. The king watched with great interest, however, so she let it slide in and out while her tongue played with it. The king reached the out and his hand fell on her inner thigh. She closed her eyes and imagined it was Giakes' hand that hungrily found its way inside her black panties, and she felt herself getting wetter. Good, at least it wouldn't hurt.
"Oh, my king, you are so big!" a female voice announced.
While Laena desperately fought the instinct to bite into the fat sausage, Roana had mounted the king and begun to grind herself on him. It was his favorite position, as it allowed his Royal Fatness to fuck without having to do any actual physical work.
Laena opened her eyes again and saw that the king nevertheless was looking at her, not Roana. She hated this competition he set up between them, especially when it was an in-system fight. She had relatives on Yalen-6-1 too, and would hate for the supply ships to pass by that moon, even if it was to her home planet's advantage. Yet that was how the king did it, and she had to do her utmost for her own people.
So she took risks.
With her eyes fixed on the king, she sucked hungrily on the sausage. His fingers were exploring her bald pussy, and although his clumsiness was annoying rather than hot, she moaned a lot. Eventually she paused for a second, winked to him and... Took a big bite of the fat sausage.
"Oh my god!" she thought. The fat, salty meat stick tasted incredible. She was in heaven -- for two seconds.
*slap*
The king hit her face with his palm.
"You slut! Turn around," the king hissed, "you 'll get a spanking for that."
It was worth it, she thought, as she turned over and quickly ate the rest of the sausage. She was playing him. She knew he loved spanking her ass.
*slap*
"Ow!"
