Jake checks on Earth

The King's Wrath dropped out of FTL near Mars at the head of the First Fleet. Jake sat in the command chair, looking at the front view screen. In the distance, he could see his home world. A slight hum filled the air as the air was recycled.

"Open a comms channel," he said as he turned his head to the communications officer on duty.

"Yes, Your Majesty," the dark-haired woman said with a quick salute.

The forward view screen shifted and now showed President Alfred Siebert dressed in a dark blue suit with a white button-down undershirt and red tie, sitting behind his desk. Just to the right of the desk was Brianna, the daughter he had sent to Earth. The kneeling redhead was dressed in a white satin half-bra with pink lace trim, a matching skirt, and pink open-toed shoes with six-inch stiletto heels. A pink ball gag filled her mouth, but Jake could plainly see the glint of happiness in her light brown eyes when she saw him.

"Your Majesty, welcome. When can we expect your landing party?" Alfred's tone was a bit rushed, but the smile on the older man's face wasn't ****.

Jake suppressed a smirk of satisfaction at Alfred's greeting. Whether he would openly admit it or not, the older man was learning to enjoy being under Staphosian rule. “Alfred, you’re my son-in-law, surely we can be on a first-name basis with each other.” Jake’s tone was almost sing-song. “Don’t tell me Brianna hasn’t been doing her best to serve you.”

Alfred’s lips pursed, and his face turned bright red. Jake, however, had paid careful attention to the written reports and videos filed by the wraith planted in his security detail. The throbbing vein on the right side of Alfred’s forehead told Jake that the man was embarrassed, not angry. “No, she’s been…” Alfred’s tone was quiet, and after a long moment of silence, uncomfortably so for Alfred, he finally looked away in shame.

“Say no more,” Jake said with a prideful smile. “I knew she would see to all of your needs, as is demanded by the Scrolls of Lord Deamon. Isn’t that right, Brianna?” Brianna gave a muffled reply as she quickly nodded her head. “I’ll be landing within the hour, and I’ve brought you a surprise.”

Forty-five minutes later, Jake’s heavily armed and armored shuttle glided through Earth’s upper atmosphere, escorted by a full squadron of Staphos’s best fighter pilots. Jake sat in his seat in the passenger area. He wore a light blue suit trimmed in gold, and the silhouette of a kneeling woman, also in gold, was placed on the outer right breast pocket. The shuttle gave a slight shudder as the pilot began the final approach to the landing pad on the roof of the White House.

Jake glanced over at the three slaves he had chosen to bring with him as they stood in their safety harnesses. The first was Queen Adriana. She had been dressed in a light blue satin half-bra trimmed with golden lace, a matching short satin skirt, and light blue open-toed shoes with six-inch stiletto heels. She gently sucked on the light blue dildo gag that filled her mouth.

Next to Adriana was Ava. President Siebert’s blonde, bikini-model trophy wife before the fall of Earth. She had been dressed in a black satin half-bra trimmed in white lace, a matching short skirt, and white open-toed shoes with six-inch stiletto heels. She glanced up at the small view screen mounted on the wall at the front of the passenger area. As she sucked on the white dildo gag that filled her mouth, she let out a quiet whimper at the sight of the White House growing larger.

The third and final **** Jake had chosen was Paige, President Siebert’s daughter. She looked away from the view screen just long enough to glance at her stepmother. Jake had ordered her dressed in a light purple satin half-bra trimmed with dark green lace, a matching short skirt, and light purple open-toed shoes with six-inch stiletto heels. Just like Adriana and Ava, a dildo gag filled Paige’s mouth, hers in dark green.

Jake chuckled as he rose from his seat and walked the short distance to the three women. “Cheer up, Ava.” He spoke in a kind, affectionate tone and felt a small swell of pride when she did not flinch or pull away as he brushed the backs of his fingers over Ava’s cheek. “After all, you’re going home,” he added with a smile.

The shuttle landed on the landing pad with a soft metallic clunk. President Siebert stood several feet back from the shuttle with Brianna kneeling at his side. Soldiers of the United Earth Military stood at attention, lining the walking path that led from the landing pad to the door that allowed access to the staircase leading down into the White House.

After what seemed like hours, the boarding ramp lowered with a soft hydraulic his. Alfred swallowed nervously when he saw Jake standing at the top of the ramp with two members of the Royal Guard nearby. As he watched Jake make his way down the ramp, Alfred's eyes went wide at the sight of Ava and Paige following behind.

"Good, very good, not a female soldier in sight," Jake thought with a smile of satisfaction on his face.

Jake came to a stop in front of Alfred. The older man tightened his grip on the leash he had loosely been holding and reluctantly lowered himself to one knee. "Welcome to Earth, Your Majesty."

"Rise, Alfred." Jake’s tone was friendly and warm, yet still carried a hint of absolute authority. "Now that the pleasantries are taken care of, I really must insist that you call me Jake."

"As you wish, Jake," Alfred replied as he slowly stood.

"Shall we?" Jake asked, motioning to the door leading inside. "I'm rather curious to see how you've handled the implementation of the new laws and the creation of the Pleasure Corps."

“Of course, Jake.” The older man said as he led Jake and those with him inside. After a short walk, the group arrived in President Siebert’s office. As Alfred sat in the seat behind the desk, Jake didn’t wait to be invited to sit in one of the two chairs facing the desk. Adriana, Ava, and Paige knelt at his side. Another man entered the room before anything could be said. “King Jake Lawson, allow me to introduce my new Chief-of-Staff, Rob Greene. Rob Greene, King Jake Lawson.

“Where should we begin?” Jake asked with an eager smile as he looked the man over. He was African-American, with a stocky, slightly heavyset build that instantly made Jake suspect he was once a lineman or linebacker. He was balding, and what remained of his hair at the sides of his head was short, curly, and heavily greyed. He wore a white button-down shirt with thin vertical blue stripes, the sleeves rolled partway up his thick forearms, black pants, black shoes, and a dark blue tie. In one hand, he carried two heavy-looking folders made of black leather.

“Your Majesty, it is an honor to meet you,” Rob said as he placed one of the folders down in front of Jake and the other in front of Alfred. He was somewhat soft-spoken, and his tone had a natural warmth to it that suggested he could make friends wherever he went. Jake couldn’t help but smile at Rob. Despite his heavyset build, the man moved with grace, his feet barely making a sound against the thin carpet.

“Nice to meet you as well, Rob. What have you got here?” Jake picked up the folder and took a moment to feel the slightly warm, smooth leather. As he lifted it, he could smell the distinct earthy aroma that suggested the folder was either newly made or very well taken care of.

“That, Your Majesty, is a detailed briefing of the implementation of all of the laws attached to the Male Superiority Act.“

“I see,” Jake said with an eager smile as he opened the folder. Inside was a nearly fifty-page report. Despite the length, Jake quickly read through it in just under thirty minutes.

“Any question?” Alfred said as he set his copy down. He had already read through it earlier in the day and had been flipping through the pages along with Jake, unless the younger man had questioned something in the report.

“No, everything is detailed, and I can see the positive impact the opening of the **** markets has had on Earth’s economy. It will only get better as the people of Earth begin to trade more openly with other worlds that are part of the Staphosian Kingdom we are all building together.”

Alfred let out a soft sigh as he snapped his folder shut. “That is one part of all this that I can’t deny,” Alfred said with regret in his voice, and his eyes turned away from Jake in shame.

For a moment, Jake considered reassuring the older man, but before he could, there was a soft knock on the door. Before any of the three men in the room could say anything, a slender man with short brown hair and dressed in a light grey suit entered the office. “Excuse me, Your Majesty, Mister President, one of the women on duty today refused one of the other men and is about to be punished. Would you care to observe?”

Jake stood and gave a gentle upward tug on Adriana’s golden leash, causing all three women to rise to their feet with fluid grace. “I would, just to make sure my home world is providing the women here proper correction.” His tone and the smile on his face were eager. “You understand, of course?” he asked, turning his gaze to Alfred.

“Of course.” Alfred’s tone was that of a man who had resigned himself to his fate as he grabbed Brianna’s leash and stood.

The four men, along with Adriana, Ava, Paige, and Brianna, made their way out of the office. As they moved through the halls, Jake got his first look at how the female staff were all dressed. They were all from varying ethnicities, but all beautiful. Each wore a black suit jacket left completely unbuttoned, with nothing underneath, a short black tie that stopped just above their breasts, a short black skirt, and black shoes with six-inch stiletto heels. Each of them had a large pink or red ball gag filling her mouth, and their hair was styled in three acceptable ways: a messy bun, a ponytail, or pigtails.

“Are these members of the Pleasure Corps?” Jake asked, eyeing a tall, slender Asian woman as she passed the group. She kept her eyes respectfully low.

“No, Your Majesty,” Rob replied with a smile. “These women are all in the private sector. They’ve all been convinced that working for the State Department has advantages that risking winding up on the **** market doesn’t.

They continued down the hall, passing several office doors. “Do my tits feel good on your cock, Sir?” The woman’s voice had come from an office door on the right wall just ahead of them that had been left open. The only reply given was a moan of pleasure. Jake glanced in as they passed. What he saw brought a smile to his face. An African-American woman with breasts as large as Adriana’s, using them to stroke a man’s cock as he sat in his chair, eyes half-lidded, and a report loosely gripped in his right hand. A few more doors down and on the left, another man had a redhead bent over a desk, fucking her from behind as she typed a letter he dictated to her.

Finally, they came to a large circular room with several rows of stocks and padded saw-horses with cuffs built into them for holding a woman’s wrists and ankles in place. A single blonde woman dressed as all of the others was cuffed to a wall, trembling in fear as a tall, slender man stood nearby looking at a selection of whips, paddles, straps, and canes. He selected a thin black cane with a red rubber grip and turned. It was then that he saw the group that had entered the room.

“Mister President,” he said with a polite nod. Then his eyes settled on Jake and widened in recognition as he quickly dropped to one knee. “Your Majesty.”

“Please rise, um…” Jake paused, allowing the man to introduce himself.

“Zack Archer, Your Majesty.” Zack slowly stood and tapped his index finger nervously on the cane.

“Nice to meet you, Zack.” Jake held out his hand, and the two men shook hands. “This woman refused you?”

“Yeah, I uh… I wanted anal and well..” Zack flushed with embarrassment at admitting what he desired.

“No need to be embarrassed, John. Is there?” Jake turned his head to look at Adriana, Ava, and Paige. Each of them quickly shook her head. “See? Discipline her.” Jake's tone was encouraging as he motioned to the blonde.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather?” Zack offered the cane to Jake.

Jake smiled and shook his head. “No, she refused you, not me.” Zack gave a nod and turned to the blonde woman.

Feeling the gentle downward jerk, Adriana knelt, causing both other slaves to kneel as well. They watched as Zack made his way to the blonde, uncuffed her, and dragged her to the nearest sawhorse. Jake allowed himself an amused laugh before letting go of Adriana’s leash and making his way to the other man and the struggling woman. All three of the women stayed where they were as their master grabbed the blonde and helped Zack secure her to the sawhorse.

“Thanks, Your Majesty.”

“No problem.” Jake smiled at the other man before a dark look came to his face, and he looked at the blonde as she desperately pulled at her cuffs. “Now teach her what happens to bad girls who don’t know their place.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Zack said, smiling with excitement. He watched as the king made his way back to his waiting slaves. “One day, Justine, you'd better be as obedient as they are.” Zack’s tone turned decidedly darker as he addressed the helpless woman. “Since you refused me and made the King get involved with your punishment, I’m going to cane you until you beg me to fuck you in the ass.”

“I have got to see this,” Jake thought as he stroked Adriana’s silky red hair. As he did, the kneeling queen leaned in to her master’s touch. Meanwhile, Zack lifted Justine’s skirt, completely exposing her, then undid the ball gag.

“Never! I’ll never beg for that!”

“Want to bet that you do?” Zack asked as he pressed the cane to her bare ass and dragged it slowly back and forth. He couldn’t help but smile at the way the fleshy globes quivered in fearful anticipation.

“Fuck off!"

The cane whistled as it sliced through the air and met Justine’s ass with an almost quiet crack. A moment later, she screamed in agony as a thin line of fire spread across her ass. Jake gave a quiet nod as he watched Zack stop just long enough to watch the thin welt bloom, then delivered the next stroke of the cane. The result was nearly the same. When Justine heard the cane’s whistle as it cut through the air again, Justine tensed.

The process repeated over and over until just after the fifteenth stroke landed, and the fifteenth welt instantly bloomed across Justine’s ass. All of the raised lines were placed closely together, covering most of her ass, and not a single one overlapped with another. “Stop! Stop! Please Stop! Justine screamed as hot tears streamed down her face. “Fuck me in the ass, Sir! Please just stop!”

“That’s more like it,” Zack said with a grin as he hung the hook back in its place, then grabbed a tube of lube. Jake watched with a satisfied smirk as Zack lowered his pants, then lubed up his cock. He didn’t bother to free Justine from the sawhorse. Instead, he pressed the head of his cock against her puckered hole and pushed in, much to Justine’s displeasure.

“Ow! Ow! Ow! OOOOW!!” Zack fell into used hard, but moderately paced thrusts.

Without a word, the group continued until they came to a rectangular room with four women standing in a line, shoulder to shoulder, inside it. They all wore pink satin half-bras with white lace trim, a matching skirt, and white open-toed shoes with six-inch stiletto heels. Each had also been gagged with a white ball gag, and their hands were cuffed behind their backs. What stood out most to Jake was the rank insignia over each of their right breasts.

“These are the four standouts from the initial Pleasure Corps Draft, Your Majesty. As you know, those who serve in the pleasure core must meet the highest standards of attractiveness, and most of those drafted in the initial draft process were celebrities with large female followings.” Rob’s tone beamed with pride. "I think you might be familiar with them, Your Majesty."

"I am," Jake said as he began walking back and forth along the line of women.

The first in line was Isabella Rossini. An Actress from Rome, Italy. She has a slender build, olive skin, and long, silky dark hair. She stood perfectly still, keeping her gaze low, but following Jake with her eyes as he moved.

Next in line was Skylar St. Claire. Before being drafted into the Pleasure Corps, she was one of the highest-paid models on Earth. She had long, brown hair that fell to her mid-back in gentle waves, hazel eyes, and a tall, gently curvy build.

Third in line was Serena Johnson. Before being drafted she was a popular pop star. She was dark-skinned with dark, curly black hair and dark brown eyes. As Jake walked behind her, he could see bruises on the backs of her thighs, hinting at recent discipline, or she had simply been made to suffer for a male soldier's pleasure and amusement.

The last woman was Evelyn Summers. A petite blonde with long straight hair, dark green eyes, and a toned build. Before the draft, she gained fame as a division one gymnast.

"Very impressive," Jake said as he reached under Isabella's skirt and found her wet. "Very impressive indeed."

"Would you like one of them to demonstrate her training?" Alfred asked, something in his tone told Jake that he hoped he would refuse the offer.

"I'd love to."

Who will Jake choose?

A) Isabella

B) Skylar

C) Serena

D) Evelyn