The Training Of Jendri - The Queens's Slave Woman 2

An eBook By Susanna Valent.

Jendri was about to be humiliated. For the occasion of the naval review, Queen K'Endarra had presented her with a VERY abbreviated version of a sailor's uniform, short dark blue skirt, no underwear, a red-and-white striped tube top and a ridiculous blue and white tam with a stupid red pom-pom on top. There was no footwear at all, of course. "Put it on, slave, and you shall be my cabin-girl for the day." It was said playfully, but there was no avoiding it. Jendri put it on.

The Queen herself was dressed in the uniform of the Admiral of the Fleet, including the specially altered pants, which hooked under the insteps of her dress boots with elastic straps. Regal in dark blue, she dripped gold braid and decorations. Wearing the traditional cockaded naval bicorn and sword, she looked elegant indeed. Jendri's mouth watered at the sight. She knew that a few months ago, K'Endarra would never have agreed to such an elaborate and confining outfit and she wondered what it would be like to do an Admiral aboard a naval vessel. No doubt she would find out before the day was over.

"We will ride in my coach to the harbor. And today you will address me as 'Admiral' in public, according to our tradition. Clear?"

"Yes, my lord Admiral."

"That will do nicely." She snapped her fingers. "Come along, Jendri."

Once in the coach, the Admiral took off her hat and sword and made her intentions very clear. "It is a long ride, slave. Pleasure me." Facing forward, she braced her heels on the rear-facing seat and Jendri knelt between them on the floor of the pitching vehicle, opening the Admiral's trousers as she lifted her butt up to allow the zipper to be pulled down.

"Good, Jendri. Take me in your mouth now. Ah ... yes..." The Admiral closed her eyes and relaxed while Jendri began very slowly and deliberately to make her come all the way to the royal sloop. She was delighted that her lord no longer called her "Riki the Slut." She could live with "Slut" but losing the hated "Riki" was one of her most cherished natal day presents. That, and sharing the Queen's cup on occasion. It made her feel quite intimate with K'Endarra, a step closer to a kiss, maybe, someday.

Jendri felt the Queen's hands, pulling her hat off and twining her fingers in her hair, holding her head down so that the motion of the coach over the rough roads wouldn't cause her to lose contact with the royal Asperian genitalia. Kneeling between the Queen's legs like this was quite convenient but at the same time, maddening. It was hard to keep her balance, but K'Endarra solved that problem by squeezing her slave tightly between her muscular thighs to hold her upright.

"Good, Slut, make me come. Mmmm, we ought to do this more often," the Admiral sighed as the lurching coach gave her additional stimulation.

It was relatively easy. All Jendri had to do was keep her tongue and lips in place and the coach and horses did everything else. The motion was just unpredictable enough to excite the Admiral to ecstasy as Jendri held onto her ass. "Gad, Slave. I am going to come. Beware that I don't drown you!" K'Endarra laughed as she shuddered with anticipation.

Jendri knew that in such an event, she would surely die happy. Dreamily she sucked the Queen's come right out of her as she bucked and jerked on the velvet upholstered seat cushions. "Mmm ... more," the Admiral panted, "More ... gods, yes, so much more. Eat me Jendri, receive my ... uh ... uh ... UH! Receive my pleasure, my little boot-humper!" The Admiral threw her head back against the seat and arched into her slave's mouth, treating her to waves of hot come.

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