A pleasurable day for the king

Jake sat in a comfortable lounger next to the palace's massive swimming pool in a pair of swimming trunks. It was designed to look natural, using stone work instead of concrete to surround it. There was even a tall rock wall that an artificial waterfall fell into, forming a pool below. It was the first day of summer, and it was hot. “This is the price of living on the Crown Plains,” he thought as he looked at the pool's glistening blue water. “Hot summers but very mild winters.” The members of his harem were swimming and enjoying the cool, refreshing water. Some had chosen to swim naked, and others had opted for tiny bikinis that became practically translucent when wet.

"Excuse me, Your Majesty, I have the drink you requested," a maid said as she came to a stop next to his lounger. She carried a silver serving tray, and on it was a single tall glass filled with ice and a brownish-white fluid.

"Thank you," he said before taking a long sip of the drink. "The perfect thing for a hot day. An iced caramel latte made with Hu-Cow milk. My compliments to the kitchen."

"I will let the kitchen staff know," the maid said as she gracefully curtsied and walked away. He took another long, slow drink of his latte; the tangy sweetness of the hu-cow milk lingered on his tongue as he watched the members of his harem enjoy themselves. He slowly enjoyed the rest of his drink, then his eyes settled on Lysetia.

Lysetia Brien had been the princess of Coriandra, a planet about two weeks from Staphos, traveling at full FTL speed. She stood at 5' 6" without heels and had a lean and lithe body. Like all of the females of her race, she had beautiful, pale blue skin. She also had lavender eyes and long pink hair that perfectly matched the wet bikini that clung to her gentle curves like a second skin. When she first arrived as tribute, she had been defiant, but long periods in strict bondage, careful application of the whip, and other painful implements, as well as use of orgasm denial, had cured her of that.

He took one last long drink, finishing the latte before placing the glass on the small table next to his lounger. He stood, keeping his eyes fixed on the beautiful, blue-skinned alien. “Lysetia,” he called out. As soon as she heard her name, Lysetia turned in the water to face him. Seeing that he had an expectant look on his face, she quickly swam from where she was in the pool to the side nearest him. She placed her hands on the edge of the pool and lifted herself out, the water cascading down her body, and the warm stones spreading warmth through her body. She walked over to him, her bare feet padding softly against the warm, smooth stones.

"How may I serve you, Master?" she asked after slowly sinking to her knees beside him. Her lavender eyes focused on him for a moment before she lowered her gaze respectfully. In that moment, though, Jake didn't see hatred and contempt, as he had originally. He didn't see the look of **** obedience or of learned affection. Instead, he saw true affection, the kind that all of the women in his harem eventually arrive at.

Jake smiled as he stood, grabbed one of the three large, soft, and fluffy beach towels he had draped over the back of his lounger. He laid it out next to her so that one of the narrow sides faced the pool, and the other narrow side was in front of him.

"Lysetia, present," he said, pointing at the towel. The blue-skinned beauty crawled onto the towel, turned her back to Jake, and lowered her head to the towel, leaving her ass high in the air. Jake smiled as he admired the view of the tiny pink bikini bottoms dividing Lysetia's ass cheeks. He pulled down his trunks and knelt behind her before slowly pulling the string near her right hip. When the bottoms fell away, he reached up and moved the top aside, exposing her breasts.

"Master," she moaned as he ran his hand over her pussy. Her light pink insides quickly turned dark purple with arousal as he used his index and middle fingers to open her folds.

"Good girl," he said as he began rubbing the head of his cock against her entrance. With one hard, smooth thrust, he buried himself completely into her.

"Yes, Master. Your good girl," she moaned as he began thrusting fast and hard.

"Come here," he said as he hooked both of his index and middle fingers in the corners of her mouth and pulled back. Lysetia moaned as she tilted her head back and looked at the pool. Each member of the harem had swum to the edge of the pool and held onto it with one hand. She couldn't see their other hands, but she knew from the looks on their faces that each of them was playing with their pussies.

"Look at them, Lysetia," Jake said as he removed his fingers from her mouth. He grabbed her hair with one hand and gave her a hard slap on her ass with the other. "They all want to be you right now. Does that make you wet?"

"Yes, Master. It makes me so wet for you," she said through a moan as he increased his pace.

After several minutes, Lysetia was moaning and mewling nearly constantly in pleasure. She was on the edge, but didn't dare go over. She knew if she orgasmed without permission, she would be punished. Jake let out a small laugh as he grunted in pleasure. He could feel her velvety insides trembling, trembling, and quivering around him.

"Go ahead, princess," he said as he gave her ass another swat, darkening the purple bruise that had formed there. "Cum!" At his command, she screamed in pleasure as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Not to be outdone, Jake again increased his pace, intensifying Lysetia's orgasm. A second hit almost as soon as the first finished, then a third that made her eyes roll back, and her muscles turn to jelly. While in the midst of her third orgasm, she heard Jake grunt loudly, then she felt his thick, hot cum fill her. "Get pregnant, female, submissive, and loyal to me," he said, but to Lysetia, the words sounded as if she were underwater.

"May I clean you, Master?" she asked in an almost dreamy tone as she felt herself being lifted to her knees. She left her mouth open and was soon rewarded with his cock. She began bobbing her head and focused her lavender eyes on him.

"Good girl," he said, using his hands to dictate her pace.

An hour later, and after a relaxing swim with his harem, Jake watched as they were led back into the Harem Tower. He smiled to himself as he finished drying himself off. This was a rare day with no royal appointments to see to. No meetings with advisors. No public appearances. He could just enjoy the day.

"I know just what I'll do next," he said to himself, with an eager smile on his face, before heading into the palace. He went to his bed chamber and changed into a red short-sleeved shirt and dark blue denim shorts. Once he was dressed, he made his way to the stables.

"Your Majesty, my apologies. We were not told to expect you, or I would have prepared a formal greeting," Michelle, the stable mistress, said, dropping to one knee as soon as he entered the stables.

"No apologies needed, Michelle. Can you please have Miranda prepared for a ride?"

"Yes, of course, Your Majesty," she said before rising and turning to face the rest of the stable hands. "Prepare Miranda immediately," she said as she marched to the tack room.

The stables became a minor flurry of activity as another of the stable hands entered the stall that housed the treasonous former guard commander. A third stable hand went to the sulky and began wiping it down. Miranda was brought out completely naked, except for the black thigh-high, horse hoof shaped boots. Each step she took was in perfect pony form, lifting her knees high with each step, then flicking her foot out, taking an elegant, elongated step, and the boots clipped and clopped.

Jake watched with a smile as Michelle emerged from the tack room with a dark red bondage harness, a matching single glove, and a head harness with a built-in bit gag, leather horse ears, and a white feather plume. Draped over her shoulder were two golden nipple clamps, each with a single, long, thin, golden chain attached to it. Working together, Michelle and the second stable hand quickly had Miranda placed in the bondage gear that Michelle had retrieved, then hitched her to the sulky.

Jake sat in the sulky, reins in one hand, long riding crop in the other, and took a moment to admire the sight of Miranda’s preserved dark hair, attached to a rather thick anal plug, and appearing to protrude from the fleshy globes of her ass. “Enjoy your ride, Your Majesty,” Michelle said, smiling at him in anticipation of seeing and hearing the crack of the riding crop.

“Oh, I will,” Jake said as he pulled the whip back and took aim at Miranda’s ass. “I think I’ll take her out across the pasture to the Hu-cow barn. I’ve got another four cultists coming at any moment. Maybe I’ll let her see what I’ve decided to do with some other women who challenged my rule.”

“I bet she’ll love that,” Michelle said with a smirk that made Miranda quiver slightly.

“Giddy up!” Jake shouted as he struck Miranda’s right ass cheek with the riding crop. Just as she began moving and the sulky gave a gentle lurch forward, he landed a second lash of the crop across the left cheek. Miranda’s muscles strained as she pulled the sulky forward, maintaining perfect form with each prancing step. “Giddy up! Jake yelled again as he delivered another pair of perfectly aimed lashes with the crop across her ass. Another two quickly followed, then another pair until she finally reached the pace he wanted, nearly a full gallop.

“Well, at least at this pace, I should cross the pasture in only a few minutes, but damn this heat,” she thought as she pulled the sulky into the pasture. Jake slipped the long riding crop into its cradle, then held one of the long, thin, golden chains in each hand. He pulled back on the right chain and the nipple clamp it was attached to. “Oh, no,” she thought as she turned to her right, until she was running at a sharp angle, more towards the side of the pasture than the far end. As they neared the fence, Jake pulled on the left chain and nipple clamp, guiding Miranda back in the other direction.

“You didn’t think I’d make it that easy on you, did you!?” she heard him yell over the sound of her clip-clopping boots and the sound of the sulky’s wheels rolling across the lush grass and wildflowers that filled the pasture. The laughter that followed the taunt hurt more than the pair of lashes from the riding crop that came whenever her pace faltered.

Twenty minutes later, they finally reached the far end of the pasture. Miranda was breathing hard, her chest heaved, and her lungs burned with each ragged breath. In the seat of the sulky, Jake’s shirt clung to his back with sweat. Near the Hu-cow barn, two enlisted soldiers snapped to attention as Jake guided Miranda and the sulky through the gate. He pulled back on the reins, bringing Miranda and the Sulky to a stop in front of them. He kept hold of the chains as he stepped out of the sulky and pulled the fabric away from his back with a grimace on his face.

“Good afternoon, Your Majesty, one of the two guards said as she and the other guard saluted him.

“Good afternoon,” Jake responded, returning the salute with his free hand. “See that this pony is walked and watered, please,” he added as he handed the reins to the guard who had spoken.

“With pleasure, Your Majesty,” the guard said as she held the reins, and the other guard began to unhitch Miranda from the sulky.

Jake entered the barn and was greeted with the cool air of the barn with a sigh of relief. The scent of straw and arousal hung in the air along with the whirl of milking machines and soft moans of pleasure. He looked to his left and saw them, the four recently delivered cultists. Two blondes, one redhead, and one dark-haired. Their faces were a mix of fear and defiance. Each of them was already naked and secured to the wall with metal cuffs on her wrists and ankles. He was mildly surprised when Doctor Corvis turned around to greet him. In one hand was a hard plastic, heavy-looking case. On a table next to her was a smaller hard plastic case that had been opened and contained eight doses of the hormone mixture that would **** the captive cultist to begin lactating. One injection for each of their ample breasts.

“Doctor Corvis, I wasn’t expecting to see you handling the injections personally,” he said with a nod.

“Oh, the barn hands are more than capable of administering the hormone doses,” the beautiful scientist said with a smile. “I was hoping you would come to see them. I brought something I think you will enjoy,” she added before placing the heavy case on the floor and opening it. Inside, nestled in thick, black protective foam, was what looked like a tonfa, only thicker than he had ever seen, about eighteen inches in length. On the shorter, vertical grip was a red trigger. She lifted it out of the case and presented it to him with both hands as if it were a long-lost sacred relic.

“What have you brought me today, Doctor?”

“That, Your Majesty,” she began her voice a low, satisfied purr, “is my new, higher-tech, and much safer in terms of trauma and infection risk, branding iron.”

“A branding iron, really?” Jake asked as he turned the device in his hands, looking at it with clear fascination in his eyes. “How do you heat it, and what is the trigger for?”

“You don’t heat it, Your Majesty, that’s what makes it safer and less traumatizing,’ began, her lips curling into a smile of satisfaction. “Simply press that end against flesh,” she said, pointing to the end of the branding iron in Jake’s left hand, “then pull and hold the trigger until the iron beeps.”

“What happens when I do that?” he asked, clearly already knowing the result. Doctor Corvis smiled at him before turning to one of the barn hands.

“Can you bring me one of the cows, please?”

“Yes, Doctor,” the barn hand said before going to where the four existing cows were. She shut off the milking machine that was gently extracting milk from the udders of the brunette cow he had bred. He was amazed that she followed alongside the barnhand with no hesitation, and a look of acceptance in her hazel eyes. She wore nothing except for a simple black leather collar with a small cowbell dangling from it that gave a soft tinkle with each step she took. “Your Majesty, you’ll be happy to know that Lucy here’s milk production has gone up by nearly thirty percent in the last few days. If I had to guess, within the week, she’ll be visibly with calf.”

“Nice to know that it worked. I wasn’t even sure she was fertile when I bred her. It was equal parts experiment and an exercise in humiliation,” he said before turning to look at Doctor Corvis. “This won’t be harmful to the calf, will it?”

“I assure you, it won’t, Your Majesty,” Doctor Corvis answered reassuringly. “Shall we?” she asked as she motioned to a door leading to another area of the barn. Jake followed behind Doctor Corvis, the barn hand, and the Hu-cow, the barn hands had taken to calling Lucy, into the adjoining room. All that was there was a square post about two feet high, and two feet square. “Just as we discussed,” Doctor Corvis said to the barn hand.

The barn hand nodded and led Lucy to the post. “On all fours, let your body rest on the post, Lucy,” the barn hand said in a surprisingly soothing tone. Lucy went to her knees with grace and placed her stomach over the flat top of the post. The barn hand walked in front of Lucy, knelt, and held her shoulders to keep her in place.

“May I, Your Majesty?” Doctor Corvis asked as she held out her hand.

“By all means, Doctor,” he said with a smile as he handed over the branding iron. “I’ve always enjoyed your demonstrations.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” she said as she took the device, “Would you prefer the brand on the right or the left, Your Majesty?”

“The right,” Jake answered after moving his head back and forth in contemplation.

Doctor Corvis nodded and pressed the end of the branding iron she had indicated earlier against Lucy’s right ass cheek. “Unlike traditional irons that have to be heated with fire, this one uses a laser. It’s much cleaner and quicker,” she said before pulling the trigger. Lucy whimpered and shuddered slightly as the barn hand applied just enough more pressure to keep Lucy in place. When Doctor Corvis pulled the iron away, Jake saw a patch of raised skin in the shape of the image that served as the Royal Sigil: the silhouette of the profile of a kneeling woman.

“Very impressive, Doctor,” Jake said as he ran his fingers over the brand mark, making Lucy flinch.

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Doctor Corvis replied. Once he stepped back, she spread a soothing ointment over the brand.

“Before getting to the new arrivals, I’d like to brand the other three cows. We’ll start with Bessie, I believe you’ve taken to calling her, the dark-skinned one. After each of my other cows is branded, I’ll see to injecting the hormones into the nipples of the new arrivals and branding them myself.”

“Of course, Your Majesty,” the barn hand said as she helped Lucy up and led her from the room. She returned Lucy to the stall she occupied when not being milked and returned a short time later with the dark-skinned Hu-cow they had named Bessie.

Jake watched with satisfaction as Bessie was positioned over the post, her dark skin glistening under the barn’s lights. Like Lucy, Bessie showed no resistance, having fully accepted her place in the hierarchy. He took the branding iron from Doctor Corvis and tested its weight in his hand.

“I’ll handle this one myself,” he said, pressing the end of the device against Bessie’s right ass cheek. He pulled the trigger and held it, feeling a slight vibration as the laser activated. Bessie let out a soft moan—not entirely of pain, he noted with amusement. When he pulled the iron away, the royal sigil stood out in raised relief against her dark skin. Jake traced his finger around the edges of the brand, feeling the heat radiating from it.

“He looks pleased,” Doctor Corvis thought to herself with a satisfied smirk.

“Excellent work with this device, Doctor,” he said, handing the branding iron back to her while the barn hand applied the soothing ointment to Bessie’s newly marked flesh.

The remaining two Hu-cows were brought in and branded, each bearing the mark with acceptance. After the last one was led away, Jake turned his attention to the four new arrivals.

“Bring in the redhead first,” he ordered, enjoying the way Doctor Corvis’s eyes lit up with anticipation.

The redhead was brought in, struggling against her restraints as two barn hands half-carried her to the post. Unlike the docile Hu-cows, her eyes blazed with defiance. Jake recognized her from the reports—Sarina, one of the cult’s most vocal members.

“You won’t break me,” she spat as they **** her over the post.

Jake laughed, the sound echoing in the small room. “They all say that,” he said, picking up one of the hormone injections from the case. “Hold her still.”

The barn hands secured her arms and legs as Jake approached, needle in hand. Sarina’s eyes widened as she realized what was about to happen. He cupped her right breast, finding the nipple and positioning the needle.

“This will hurt,” he said casually, “but you’ll learn to enjoy what comes after.” He pushed the needle in, making her cry out as he injected the hormone mixture. Her body jerked involuntarily, but the barn hands held her firmly in place.

He repeated the process with her left breast, noting how her resistance seemed to falter slightly with the second injection. The hormones worked quickly—within minutes, her breasts would begin to feel heavier, more sensitive.

“Now for the finishing touch,” Jake said, picking up the branding iron. He pressed it against her right ass cheek and pulled the trigger. Sarina screamed, the sound music to his ears. When he removed the iron, the royal sigil stood proud against her pale skin.

“Take her to a stall and collar her,” he ordered. “By tomorrow morning, she’ll be ready for her first milking.” At his instruction, one of the barn hands placed a collar with a small cowbell on it around her neck. Jake smiled at her as they dragged her away to place her in a frog tie and lock her in an empty stall until feeding time. The look on the new Hu-cow’s face shifted from anger to humiliation and back again. “She’ll learn,” he thought as he turned to one of the barn hands who remained in the room. “Bring in one of the blondes next,” he said as he picked up one of the remaining six syringes containing the lactation hormone.

What will happen next? Answer in comments.

A) Jake returns to Earth.

B) Some quality family time

C) Adriana gets some private time with her husband and master

D) Something else. What?