Telandros and Kat celebrate

Oriana knelt on the warm, dark marble floor of the harem's bathing chamber. The air was humid and filled with steam from the hot water that filled the large, sunken tub that took up most of the space in the room. The leather collar that had been placed around her neck had now temporarily been replaced by a thin black chain. She was barefoot and dressed in a white linen bra and skirt. Next to her was an identically dressed alien woman with light blue skin and curly dark green hair.

It had been three days since Oriana had been collared and officially made a slave. Her head hadn't stopped spinning since. Her life had become a combination of sex, humiliation, pain, and pleasure. She and the rest of Telandros and Kat’s harem lived in pampered luxury. Her nanites had been shut off, which is what terrified her most. The mere thought of being taken from the harem to see to her master's or mistress’s desires instantly made her wet with sexual need.

The sound of the door opening with a quiet hiss made Orianna tense slightly. “I wonder who we’ll have to bathe this time?” she thought. For a second, she didn’t catch the absence of the clicking of heels or the padding of bare feet. She had already assisted in bathing ten other slaves today. She and the green-haired alien were made to change into a new set of linens after each bathing. She swallowed nervously when one of the grey-skinned guards stopped in front of her.

“The celebration will begin soon. The Empress has decided she would like this one attending to her during the feast. Fetch another slave for bathing duty and have this one bathed and dressed accordingly.” As soon as he stopped speaking, the guard spun on his heel and began walking back to the entrance.

“Yes, Sir,” one of the guards stationed in the bathing chamber said before saluting. He then left the room only to return a short time later with another slave. This one had been captured during the attack on Earth. She was a tall, slender, dark-haired girl.

Oriana swallowed nervously as the guard led the dark-haired girl over to her. “What’s going to happen to me this time?” Oriana silently wondered.

“Get up, blondie. We might as well make sure you're nice and clean for the Empress while you're here.”

Oriana stood, allowing her fellow slaves to remove her bra and skirt, leaving her naked. She stepped into the tub and into the steaming water. She stayed near the edge where the water came up to just above her waist, and she could step up onto the bench that ran around the tub. The two slaves quickly followed her, their linen bras and skirts clinging tightly to their lithe bodies like a second skin. They worked together, lathering her body with a body wash that smelled of honey and lavender, using large, soft mitts. After they rinsed hr, she stepped one foot on the bench, allowing them to scrub one leg, then did the same with the other.

“Come,” the green-haired alien said as she took Oriana’s hands and hers and led her to the center of the tub where a flat float is anchored to the floor, and sitting on it are bottles of shampoo and conditioner. The water rose to just above her breasts. Again, the two slaves worked together. The one with dark hair filled a ladle with water and carefully poured it over Oriana’s hair. While she was doing this, the other poured the shampoo onto her palm. She lathered her hands, then began running them through Oriana’s silky blonde hair.

“Head back, please,” the dark-haired girl said with less confidence in her voice. She filled the ladle and began to carefully rinse Oriana’s hair. The process was repeated with conditioner before she was led out of the tub and dried off with a soft, thick, and warm towel.

After she was dried, she was taken from the bathing chamber to a dressing chamber. Once there, another pair of slaves dressed her in a dark green satin half-bra with black lace trim, a matching short skirt, and a pair of black open-toed shoes with six-inch stiletto heels. They then placed her arms behind her back and into a dark green leather single glove with black laces. Finally, they placed a green ball gag into her mouth and cinched it tightly into place, being careful not to get any of her long hair trapped in the buckle.

When she was dressed as Kat had directed, the guard in the room replaced the thin black chain around Oriana’s neck with a dark green leather one. He then clipped a leash to the D-ring at the front of her collar and led her to Kat’s chambers, where the Empress of the Thraxian Empire awaited her chosen slave.

She followed the guard through the winding halls of Black Spire. Her heart raced, the clicking of her heels sounding almost like gunshots to her. “Eyes down, keep slack in the leash, don’t give them a reason,” she thought as she kept her eyes focused on the grey-skinned guard’s feet as he led her to the woman who had once been one of Earth’s best young agents, but now was a traitor who had caused their home world to fall, the empress of an Empire built on conquest and turning captured women into sex slaves, and who was also now her mistress.

They came to a stop in front of a pair of large and ornate double doors guarded by two more of the grey-skinned guards. “The slave the Empress requested.”

One of the guards turned slightly toward the door before gently knocking. The door opened a few seconds later to reveal an Irasi slave girl with light purple skin and dark blue hair. She was dressed in a half-bra and short skirt, much like the ones Oriana wore, only in white and pink. “Yes, Sir?”

“The slave your mistress requested.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Tatyana said as she took Oriana’s leash from the guard. “Come on, you don’t want to keep Mistress waiting.” Tatyana led Oriana into the large bedroom. Her eyes instantly went to the ornate vanity where Kat sat, using another former Earth Agent Oriana had learned was named Tiffany as a bench. At the same time, Madison, the other woman who had betrayed Earth, finished applying Kat’s makeup.

“All done, Mistress.” Madison placed the makeup and tools she had been using back on the vanity, took a step back, and knelt next to the vanity.

Kat stood, walked around her human bench, and turned to face Oriana. The Empress was dressed in a dark red gown that hugged her curves. The neckline plunged in a deep V that ended just above her navel, and nearly allowed her breasts to be seen. Her lips were covered in a lipstick that matched her gown, and a light layer of dark eyeshadow surrounded her eyes. Her brown hair hung down freely.

“Thank you, Tatyana.” Kat moved to them with an almost otherworldly grace and took the leash from Tatyana. For an instant, Oriana let her eyes drift to Kat’s, and they narrowed in anger. Kat smirked as her hands moved like rattlesnakes, catching the blonde’s nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. She began to pinch and twist, causing Oriana to whimper and whine into her gag as she rocked uneasily from foot to foot. “Keep looking at me like that, Oriana, and I might have to punish you.” Kat pulled at her nipples, making her stumble forward. “You wouldn’t want that, would you?

“Mmm mrr, mm mrrr,” Oriana grunted as she shook her head.

“Good. Now come with me.” Kat let go of Oriana’s nipples and walked around her before giving a tug on her leash. As she left the room with Oriana following behind her, she stopped and told the guards to return Madison to her cell and that the other two slaves were to remain there in case she did not sleep in the Emperor’s bed.

“Where is she taking me now?” Oriana thought as they left the room. “The dungeon, some other room she’s had made up? To Telandros?” Each new possibility that entered Oriana’s mind seemed worse than the last. She followed Kat through hallway after hallway. She was sure her mistress was

Eventually, Oriana followed Kat into Black Spire’s grand dining hall. It was much more lavish than she had imagined. The large room was entirely done in white marble with golden accents and deep red velvet drapes. On a dais on the far side of the room sat the High Table, long enough to seat twelve and still allow each person sitting at the table to have a slave girl attending to them. At the center of the table were two ornate golden high-backed chairs with velvet cushions. Telandros Kuhn already sat in the chair on the left, dressed in a black suit that hugged his muscular frame. Kneeling to his left was a Felinis slave girl with long, curly red hair. What truly caught her eye, though, was the heavy velvet curtain that covered part of the wall above and behind the two ornate chairs. Oriana could have sworn she had seen it move.

From the high table, Telandros looked on with a broad smile as he watched Kat gracefully cross the room with an obedient slave girl walking behind her. “You look radiant, my dear,” he said in a silky tone as she stepped up onto the dais.

“Thank you,” she replied as she watched him pull the other high-backed chair out for her. “Such a gentleman,” she added before standing on her toes to kiss him, then sitting down. Oriana quickly knelt next to Kat, hoping that quick compliance would keep every eye in the room off of her.

“Thank you all for coming and enjoying our victory feast this evening. Let our celebration begin!” Telandros’s decree was met with thunderous applause and cheers from those filling the room.

The feast consisted of several exotic and delicious foods from across the known galaxy. Tender smoked fish from the lakes of Teris 3, thick juicy steaks from Belanor, and fruits from the tropical paradise world Raynock. By the time she was done eating, Kat was sure she couldn’t eat another bite. After taking a long sip of her dark red wine, she looked at Telandros and smiled. “Is it time?”

“Yes, please, my dear, you do the honors.”

Kat stood and tapped the side of her wine glass with her fork. The melodic ringing brought everyone to silence, and all eyes turned to the Empress. “Honored guests, as you know, we recently succeeded in bringing Earth into our great empire, with minimal loss of life to the people of Earth or our brave soldiers.” Kat paused, allowing the assembled guests to applaud and for the applause to die down. “The Emperor and I would like to present a trophy from our latest conquest for us all to enjoy this evening. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, former President Janet Calihan!”

Kat gestured to the velvet curtain behind them. It was quickly raised to reveal the captured president. She was still naked, with her arms and wrists bound in soft leather cuffs that were attached to a circular frame. Her body was covered in sweat from the state of constant arousal she was stuck in. Her face was twisted into an odd mixture of agony and bliss. Despite not being gagged, not a single sound escaped from her mouth, and a metal collar around her neck with several LEDs flashed red constantly. A single vertical bar rose from the bottom of the frame and stopped close enough to press a powerful vibrator against Janet’s pussy. Janet was rocking her his, dragging her pussy along the vibrator in a desperate and useless attempt to cum.

“Oh, God! Mom!” Oriana thought as she screamed into her gag.

“No gag?” Kat asked as she leaned close to Telandros so he could hear her over the applause of the crowd.

“That collar is a new model. See how it flashes? Whenever she tries to make a sound above a programmable decibel level, the collar stops her vocal cords from vibrating.”

“Fantastic!” Kat laughed as she took a moment to enjoy Janet’s torment, then looked at Oriana. The younger blonde turned her face away from her mother as if she had been slapped, and tears began to slowly fall from her eyes.

What happens next? Answer in comments.

A) Oriana is made to serve her master and mistress

B) Kat selects a slave to serve her

C) Telandros takes his next step to expand the empire

D) Something else. What?