The Queen Slave (9 page)

With that, Neenah and Keera adjourned to the kitchen for breakfast. Keera fixed them a delicious Western Omelet and toast. “You aren’t fixing anything for Nylia?” Neenah asked.

“Not unless you make me. She can get her food from the food service or she can take a food pill. I don’t want to waste my time on her.”

“Now why on Anthar would I make you do anything? Was it true what you said that I can give the two of you orders?”

“Yep, it is true. Primary slave is the head slave and can make the other two slaves do anything that she pleases. If they do not obey, Master will see that they are punished. In a way, it is like you are taking Master’s place when he is not around to command us.”

“Oh boy, just when I was trying to adapt to the fact that I no longer have control over anyone, life throws me another curve. Don’t worry. I will not be ordering you around. I will not being doing it to Nylia either unless we run into another situation like we just did. I have a feeling that might happen fairly often though. She sure does act like a spoiled rotten brat.”

Keera laughed, “You have got that right. She will not last long with Master if she continues this attitude. You should have seen the way she has been acting the last couple of days in training. Acting all meek and cowering, like she was terrified of Master. Either she was putting on a complete act in there, or she is not smart enough to figure out that Master sees and hears everything we do in here.”

“Well, either that or she thinks that Master would not punish her for her actions in here with us, because after all, we are just slaves and why would he care how she treats us?” Neenah responded.

“Oh, I can answer that one. She is the lowest slave on the totem pole and therefore, technically, she has to do anything either of us says. She will learn that one sooner or later. I can just about guarantee you that she will be punished for her actions this morning. Trying to take over the primary’s room is a bad thing to do.”

“Nylia acted like the fact that my room had a bed was wonderful. I know her room doesn’t have a bed, but does yours?”

“No, only the primary slave gets the room with the bed. Master wants his primary to be comfortable, no sore muscles when he needs her.”

“Oh, I am sorry Keera. That is not fair.”

“Being a slave is not fair, but unfortunately, that is our life right now.”

Their conversation was interrupted by muffled shouts from Nylia and a loud pounding coming from inside her room.

“What the heck?” said Neenah as the two women went to see what was happening.

“Open the damn door and let me out!” screamed Nylia. “This is not funny! Open the door you whores!”

Keera burst out laughing, giving Neenah an explanation between her guffaws. “Master has locked her door so that she cannot get out. He will come down here sometime today when he has time and punish her.”

Nylia continued to rant and Neenah said, “We can’t let you out Nylia. We didn’t lock the door. Master did. He can lock your door from the outside so that you are contained in your room for punishment.”

“Bullshit!” replied Nylia. “You two are just trying to play a trick on me, now open the damn door!”

Neenah and Keera, still giggling and Nylia’s predicament, walked away from her door and into the living area, while Nylia continued to rave in the background.

“Well, I need to go get ready,” said Keera. “I have an appointment today.”

“Do you mind if I keep you company while you are getting ready?”

“Sure, that would be fine. It will be nice to have someone to talk to while I am getting prepared.”

Neenah followed Keera to the bathroom and watched as she ran water into the tub.

“Do you know who the client is?

“Yes, it is a regular client. He is one of Master’s business associates. He is a little strange in that he never personally uses me. He just likes to watch, so he has his male and sometimes his female slaves use me while he watches. The only thing that I ever do for him is at the end of the scene, I will suck him until he shoots into my mouth, though I do not always do that. Sometimes he will have one of his female slaves suck him off while the male slave is fucking me. He has a fascination with asses, so usually my pussy gets ignored and my ass is used exclusively. Sometimes, he even has me put on a harness and fuck his male slave in the ass. I really enjoy that.”

“Oh wow,” said Neenah. “I did not know that was done. I thought males were only used in sex for their cock.”

“No, a lot of male slaves are used for their asses as well. There are some male masters who do not get any pleasure from having a female, so they will own male slaves. They will fuck their slaves in the asses and often even have the slaves fuck them in the ass. To each his own, I can’t say that I blame them since I thoroughly enjoy being with another female.”

Neenah blushed at this statement. She felt the same way, but was not sure how to express that. The entire experience of sex was new to her and she did not know if it was normal for members of the same sex to be attracted to each other.

“Keera, can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” said Keera as she proceeded to wash her body with a soft terry cloth.

“How often do members of the same sex do each other? I mean, is it a normal occurrence?”

“Well, from what I know, back a few hundred years ago, it was not common practice. Oh, it did happen, probably more than most thought, but people who practiced it were ostracized. It seems that in the past, that kind of sexual behavior was thought to bring about a horrible disease that killed trillions of people before a cure was found several hundred years later. Medicine has become so advanced now though, that there is no fear of that happening again. Same sex relationships happen as often as opposite sex relationships do.

“To be honest, just about everyone these days does not have an inclination for just one sex. Most people are bisexual and have sex with both males and females of their species. However, Master is one of the rare breeds. He prefers females. The only interaction that I have seen him have with male sex slaves would be to have them suck his dick. He does not fuck them and they do not fuck him. He does not own male sex slaves, but every once in
a while will rent one out for a scene with his primary. Master does occasionally like to watch.”

Keera had finished with her bath and climbed out of the tub, drying off her body with a thick white towel. “Have you heard from Master yet? I thought since Nylia finished training that he might be calling for you.”

“Yes, there was a message this morning on the control panel saying he would need me tonight and would send a drone to show me the way to his bed chamber. Is there anything I should know, anything that Master especially likes?”

“Well, I think he likes just about everything. Make sure that you are bathed and that you have washed your hair before you go. Master likes the flowery fragrance of the soap and hair products that he has us use.”

“Ok, great. After lunch, I will spend some time in the bathroom getting myself fixed up.”

“I am done. It is time for me to go and I will probably not get back until after lights out. Then again, you might not either. I will see you tomorrow,” Keera said and then she walked out of the slave’s quarters so that she could leave for her appointment.

Keera passed the time until lunch flipping through the channels on the big screen, occasionally stopping here and there to watch a scene that interested her. Sometime during the flipping, she noticed that Nylia had finally shut up and she was very glad for that. Finally, lunch time arrived and she went into the kitchen and ate.

As soon as she was finished eating, she went into the bathroom and drew a bath so that she could get ready for her night with Master. She took special care to thoroughly wash her body, paying close attention to her breasts, pussy, and ass. After soaking in the tub for a few minutes once she had finished bathing, she got out and checked her hair in the mirror. It had gotten a little frizzy from the steam in the bathroom, so she decided that she was step in the shower and wash it even though it had just been washed the day before. Once she had shampooed and conditioned her hair, she towel dried it, and then sat down in front of the vanity to style it.

She was finished with her preparations, so she strolled back to her bed chamber to see what time it was. As she entered the room, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that the control panel was flashing, and at the same instant, noticed that there was a wrapped package on her bed. She checked the message on the control panel first, and it told her that the package on the bed was from Master, and that he wanted her to wear what she found inside the box when she came to Master’s bed chamber in a short while.

Neenah crossed over to the bed and opened the box. Inside was a beautiful white peignoir set made out of lace. She slid the panties up her legs and fit them snugly around her hips. She had never seen this type of panty before. There was no material in the back, only a string that snuggled between her ass cheeks. She then slipped the lovely gown over her head and it settled around her thighs. Finishing out the ensemble was an ankle length robe that tied around her body with a satin sash.

Soon after she finished dressing, she heard the door to the slave quarters slide open and she figured that the drone had probably arrived to escort her to Master’s bed chamber. She exited her room only to see the back of Master as he went into Nylia’s room. Neenah quickly back tracked into her room and sat down on the bed. Master must have decided that it was time to punish Nylia. It was very quiet in there, so she was not sure what was going on, and she thought that she probably did not want to know. Considering what Keera had said about Master having to use unconventional punishments, she could not imagine what Master might be doing.

A knock sounded on her door, and Neenah immediately bowed her head for she suspected that the person knocking would be Master. The door slid open, and Neenah saw the dark boots of Master’s that she had seen on her first day of training. “Ah good, you are ready. I did not see any point in sending the drone when I had to come down here anyway. Follow me.”

Neenah got up off the bed and followed Master through many corridors, up in an elevator, and then down some more corridors before coming to a stop at the door to his bed chamber.

“I am going into the bathroom for a moment. Feel free to look around,” Master said as he strolled towards a door set into the far right wall of the bed chamber.

Neenah raised her head and looked around the room. It was very masculine, decorated with deep rich woods and colors. The bed was king sized and four posted and was very high up off the floor. It was covered with a cushiony comforter that was beautiful dark cobalt with elegant gold trim. There was a lounge chair whose cushions were made out of the same material, plus there were throw pillows here and there on the floor in this material as well. Neenah was very surprised, for she expected Master’s bed chamber to be all black and steel, cold and foreboding. Instead, it was warm and rich and inviting. Obviously, there was more to Master’s personality than what was seen during training.

The bathroom door slid open and Neenah quickly bowed her head and waited for his command.

“Look at me Neenah,” ordered Master.

Neenah raised her head until her eyes were on Master’s face, but she was still careful to not look him in the eyes.

Master laughed and said, “It is okay Neenah. You may look me straight in the eyes if you wish. When you are in my bedchamber, you do not have to bow down to me, and you do not have to wait for permission to do anything. I know that is probably different than what you have heard, but the rules have changed some. I am sorry that I was so hard on you the first day of training and that you were subjected to training at all, but it had to be done in order to prevent the other two slaves from revolting. Plus, you have to know how to act when we are in front of other people. There will be a time hopefully, when we can act in public as we do in private, but unfortunately, that time is not now. There is too much unrest among my business associates already without me making it worse.

“You are a strong woman, and I know that you will be able to endure what needs to be done. Even though you are not really a sex slave, I will still expect you to fulfill my needs. The difference is that you do not have to suppress your pleasure. The only way you will ever be punished is if you forget how you are supposed to behave in public. Slaves that misbehave in public are normally punished in public, so I will not have a choice in that matter. I trust that you are smart enough and have enough
self-control that having to punish you in public will not be a problem.”

“I do not understand. If I am not to be your slave, then what am I to be?”

“Neenah, I have watched you for some time. I am fully aware of your planet and its archaic traditions. I have watched you mature and grow into a beautiful young woman who is not only good to look at but is also very intelligent and wise beyond her years.”

Neenah sat down in the chair, confusion clouding her face.

“You see, Neenah, you have intrigued me for the past few years. I have paid very close attention to you since the death of your father and your ascension to the throne. You have handled yourself very well. You only made one major mistake, and that mistake was unfortunately your undoing… however, it was also my golden opportunity.”