Serena Johnson

Jake circled the four women again. This time he stopped behind Serena and lifted her skirt. Her ass was indeed covered in bruises. He guessed they were a few days old and very nearly healed. "Were you given the paddle or the strap?" he asked after circling in front of her and removing the ball gag from her mouth.

"The strap, Sir." She gasped in fright as he grabbed her hair and pulled back hard, making her look at him.

"I am your king, not your sir." His voice was stern and even. The coldness of it made her tremble.

"Apologies, my king."

"'Your Majesty,'" he corrected her as he gave her hair another tug.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty."

"Better. Were you strapped as punishment or for a man's entertainment?"

"Both, Your Majesty."

"Why were you punished?"

"I screamed in surprise and moved when a man tried to cum on my face, Your Majesty."

"I will test this one. I trust a room is available?"

"There is, Your Majesty," another man who had been watching from the other side of the room said. He quickly moved to Serena, clipped a leash to her collar, and handed Jake the leash. "Please, follow me, Your Majesty."

The man led Jake and Serena out of a second door and down a long hallway lined on both sides by several doors. Muffled moans of pleasure and screams of pain could be heard from each of the doors as they passed. Finally, they came to a section of the hallway where the doors were open.

"Any of these rooms are available for your pleasure, Your Majesty," the man said as he motioned to the open doors.

"I didn't realize so many celebrities and influencers were drafted in the inaugural draft."

"Quite a few were, yes, but not that many. A good portion of the initial draftees were beautiful college girls who were facing minor charges, but chose service and a clean record after a year rather than have DUI, public intox, or disorderly conduct charges appear on their records."

Jake smirked, then gave a jerk on Serena's leash and led her into the nearest available room. It was rather simple, and a far cry from the royal suite in the palace back on Staphos, or even the royal dungeon. It was small and furnished with a single stock, a Saint Andrew’s Cross, a bed that looked far from comfortable, and a small selection of restraints, clamps, whips, straps, and paddles. He slowly turned in place, taking in the small room, noting the lack of windows or natural light, as well as the dull, muted colors.

“Clearly I’ll need to keep a closer eye on the development and funding of Earth’s Pleasure Corps. Don’t you agree?” Jake didn’t miss the flash of surprise in Serena’s eyes before she slowly nodded her head. His sudden laugh made her flinch, as did the way he tenderly stroked her cheek with the backs of his fingers.

“I was not expecting this,” she thought as she tried not to tremble at his touch.

“Don’t be too surprised,” he laughed. “The men of Earth have yet to learn what I learned on Staphos. Would you like to know what that is?” She slowly nodded her head. “Women who wear collars should be respected and aspired to by those who don’t. And the men who use them, while they may be harsh, as is their rite, should want to provide all possible comforts to a well-behaved woman who does her most sacred duty.” He moved behind her and released her wrists from the soft leather cuffs. “Serve me well, prove your commitment to the Pleasure Corps, and I will make sure the funding is available to make sure your barracks and rooms such as this, where you do your duty, are worthy of being rooms in the finest of five-star hotels. Do you think you can do that?” he asked as he undid her half-bra and let it fall to the floor.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” she replied, her voice trembling in fear.

“Hmm, apparently the D.I.’s are slacking since my days in basic, and O.C.S. Answer me with some pride, soldier. Do you think you can serve me well, and prove you’re committed to being one of the best the Pleasure Corps has to offer?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” The tremble in her voice was gone, and she stood a little straighter.

“Much better.” Jake reached around her and began to gently squeeze and fondle her ample breasts. He smiled when he felt her nipples pebble in his palms and between his index fingers and thumbs. “Eager to do your duty, I see.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“On your knees, Serena, and present these tits to me.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” she replied as she gracefully sank to her knees. She turned to face him, cupped the underside of her breasts, then lifted them.

“Good girl.” he went to the limited selection of implements and selected a riding crop. He tested its flex and frowned when it nearly folded in half instead of bowing. “Yet another reason to take a closer look at funding for the Pleasure Corps.” He walked back to her and pressed the tab of the crop against the top of her right breast. He lifted it and brought it down hard.

“One! Your Majesty!” he smiled as he moved the crop to the left breast.

“You counted properly; impressive. Now tell me why you counted.”

“You struck me, and I was not gagged, Your Majesty.”

“I’m glad they’ve given you some proper training after all.” He moved behind her and gently guided her onto all fours. He lifted her skirt and again inspected her bruising. “Serena, allow me to show you how a living god handles a woman. Stand.”

When she rose, he guided her to the stock and locked her in, leaving her bent over and with her head and arms trapped. He removed her skirt and began to run his hand over her ass. “What now?” she thought as she wondered which implement he would punish her with for his amusement.

“I’m going to show you that a true master can get a woman wet, ready, and begging to be fucked using pain,” he whispered in her ear as if it were a dark promise. “I’m going to leave you ungagged, but don’t worry about counting. When you want my cock, beg me to fuck you.” Before she could answer, his hand landed hard on her right ass cheek. She gasped and tried to move, but the stock held her firmly in place. The next swat landed, then the next and the next. Each time he alternated cheeks. Her gasps turned to moans, then to quiet sobs.

“Ow, ugh,” she grunted quietly as his hand continued to fall in a steady rhythm. With each smack of his hand against her skin, she felt a fresh wave of pain, a fresh bloom of heat spread through her already bruised ass, and to her mixed delight and horror, a growing ache between her legs.

“You can like it, Serena. You can crave what a true master gives you.” His voice was soothing despite the pain his hand continued to cause. Her head began to spin as the growing hunger, the need to be used, started to claw at her. Without realizing it, she relaxed into the stock.

Time seemed to slow further and further with each swat. As the burn from his hand, she felt the evidence of her growing need slowly leaking down her inner thighs. “Fuck me, Your Majesty! Please fuck me!”

Jake smiled as he lowered his pants and freed his cock. He gripped it gently and began dragging the head along her slit, savoring the feeling of her wet heat before pushing into her until his hips met hers. He then gripped the top of the stock for added leverage and began to thrust. His pace was not frantic like the male soldiers who had been overly thrilled at the prospect of fucking one of the most famous pop stars on Earth. Every thrust was far more controlled, far more forceful.

The room filled with echoes of creaking wood, slapping flesh, and her animalistic moans and screams of pleasure. “That’s it. Enjoy it.” Jake increased his pace but still kept the technique of his thrusts perfect, hitting every spot deep inside of her that made her see stars. “You should sound like this no matter who is using you. It makes no difference if it’s me, or as I fear is too common in Earth’s army, an oaf that can barely find his cock, much less use it.”

“Yes, Your Majesty! I’ll-I’ll think of you whenever I get fucked!”

“Good girl.” Jake kept fucking her until she had four orgasms, each more intense than the last. Not long after the fourth orgasm, Jake freed her from the stock. “Down on your knees,” he ordered. When she settled in front of him, he began stroking his cock. “Look at it. Let’s see if that amateur who strapped you managed to teach you anything.”

She watched as he stroked his cock at a furious pace. Finally, his breathing turned heavy. She swore she could see his muscles tensing more and more by the second. She stilled herself; she knew it was coming. Soon the man who had grown up on Earth joined its military, vanished on a deep space scouting mission, then returned as Earth’s conqueror would decorate her face. As soon as she had processed the thought, his hips bucked, and he let out a loud sound that was part roar and part deep guttural growl. She stayed perfectly still as his hot, thick seed erupted from his cock, splattering in a torrent against her mouth and chin.

Not long after finishing with Serena, Jake returned to Alfred’s office. The older man swallowed nervously, trying to hide his nervousness. Behind him were Queen Adriana, Alfred’s wife Ava, and his daughter Paige. When he stopped, Jake undid the small chain connecting Ava’s collar to the back of Adriana’s and then the one connecting Paige to Ava’s. “Remember who you truly serve, Ava,” he whispered in the former bikini model’s ear. “I’ll have eyes on you, and if they give me reason to think you need to be brought back to Staphos, you will not enjoy your return to the planet that you should now think of as home.”

“Is there a problem, Jake. I-I mean Your Majesty?” Alfred nervously asked as he watched Jake clip the short chain at the front of Paige’s collar to the back of Adriana’s.

“One of funding and training,” Jake answered as he led Ava to where Briana knelt, waiting for Alfred to give her orders. He gave a gentle downward jerk, the silent order for her to kneel. “Overall, I’m impressed with Earth’s adaptation of Staphos’ beliefs. However, I am disappointed in the quality of the equipment and facilities used by and for the pleasure corps. You can expect one of my sons and his wife to visit, bringing additional funding to build better facilities and equipment. He’ll also be instructing the instructors on how to train the women to serve and the men to dominate a woman properly.”

“As you wish, Your Majesty.” Jake raised an eyebrow at the older man. “Jake,” he quickly corrected himself.

“I am a fair man, and for the effort you’ve clearly put in, I am returning Ava to you. The state of the men and the equipment they use is my failing for not paying closer attention to my home world’s transition into the kingdom.”

What will happen next? Answer in comments.

A) Jake spends time with his sister

B) Jake is visited by one of his sons

C) Katelyn has a new experience with Jake

D) Something else, what?