Authors: Savannah Reardon
The Queen Slave
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The Queen Slave
© March 2, 2014 by Savannah Reardon
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The Queen Slave
Savannah Reardon
TABLE OF CONTENTS
A Queen’s Enslavement
Antharians were a peaceful race and therefore were unprepared when war came to their planet. Anthar was classified as a neutral planet by the Galaxy Tribunal and was supposed to be protected by the Galaxy treaty. Unfortunately, the Nargs paid no attention to treaties or Tribunals and made a habit of breaking rules.
Nargs were mainly a trading race; all of the planet’s profits were made by trading at different ports throughout the galaxy. Year after year, their profit from the main trading route was less then it could have been because they had to fly around Anthar’s orbital space. The leader of the Nargs finally decided enough was enough. They deserved to be able to fly the straight route to the trade port in question and therefore make a bigger profit. The only way to do this was to attack Anthar and conquer it.
Most planets would not think of doing such a thing and risk incurring the wrath of the Galaxy Tribunal, but the Nargs were not intimidated by them. They knew the Tribunal would take no action, because everyone in the galaxy feared the Nargs, including the Tribunal. The Nargs were the most powerful race in the galaxy and no one would want to stand against them. Anthar did not offer much to the galaxy, so the Tribunal would be willing to overlook its conquest.
The Antharians were taken by complete surprise when hundreds of large Narg warships landed throughout the planet. Most Antharians were smart enough to give up, but a few bands here and there decided to fight for their freedom. None of those foolish people survived. The survivors were captured and sold off at different ports into slavery.
One of the survivors was special and treated with utmost care. This is her story.
“Wake up, my lady! We are under attack!” the terrified handmaiden screamed.
“Attack? What on Anthar are you talking about?”
“Large ships have landed everywhere. I am not sure who s attacking, but attacking they are. We have got to get you out of here. If we stay, we are sure to be captured.”
Neenah jumped out of bed and hurried over to the clothing chamber. “Travel clothes,” she commanded and tight jeans, a clinging shirt, and boots appeared on her body.
Neenah opened the door that lead into the secret escape passage. She and the handmaiden quickly ran down the tunnel, heading towards the emergency launch pad at the end.
“I do not understand why we are under attack. We are supposed to be protected by the Tribunal!” shouted the maid.
“The Tribunal’s decree of protection is not worth the disc it is lasered on. I should have known continuing the declaration of neutrality my father pronounced was not a good idea. I should have assembled a protective army as my first act as Queen.”
Reaching the end of the passage, the door swished open to reveal the Queen’s personal escape vehicle, surrounded by a troop of Nargs. Neenah quickly hit the panel to shut the door and retreated into the passage.
“Shit!” Neenah spat. “Nargs! I should have known. Only thing to do now is go back to the bedroom and try and find another way out.”
Neenah and the handmaiden rushed back up the corridor to the Queen’s chamber only to find it also filled with Nargs. Neenah hit the button and the panel slid shut.
“Damn it!” cursed Neenah.
“What are we going to do now, your Majesty?” asked the handmaiden with a trembling voice.
“Not much we can do. They know we are in here. It is just a matter of time before they are able to open the door to the tunnel. It is probably best if we just turn ourselves in.”
Neenah strode back to the end leading to the launch pad and pushed the intercom button. “I want to speak to the leader of your troops. When he arrives, he can push the intercom button next to the door in order to speak with me.”
Neenah and the handmaiden sat down on the hard floor of the passageway and waited. Several minutes passed before a voice came over the intercom.
“This is Commander Murg. I was advised that Queen Neenah had requested my presence.”
Neenah stood and activated the intercom. “Yes, I did. I know you have both ends of this tunnel covered by your troops. I will come out peacefully as long as you guarantee the safety of my handmaiden and me.”
“I can guarantee your safety until we arrive at Narg. After that, what happens to you is up to the Supreme Commander. I know you will keep your life, but I can give no guarantees as to what kind of life it will be.”
Neenah turned to her handmaiden and said, “Unfortunately, it is the best we can hope for. If we do not go out peacefully, they will kill us. I do not know about you, but I do not wish to die today. I can handle whatever they decide to do with me as long as I stay alive.” If Neenah had known what the Supreme Commander would decide to do with her, she might have decided to go out guns blazing and end her life there in the launch pad.
Neenah pushed the intercom button, “We are coming out. I will hold you to your word and understand that once we land, you are no longer in control of our destiny.”
The door slid open and Neenah and her handmaiden walked out to face the Narg troops.
“Take them to my ship and secure them in the main holding bay. Stay there and stand guard until we are ready to depart for home.”
The assistant troop commander followed his orders and led Neenah and the handmaiden to the ship, standing guard along with two other troop soldiers. They were placed in special seats that had hand and leg restraints attached.
“That should keep you in your place for the trip to Narg,” snarled the assistant commander. He and the two soldiers left the room, leaving the two women to ponder their fate.
“What do you think they will do with us, your Majesty?”
“Well, based on their reputation, I imagine that we will be sold into slavery of some sort.”
“Oh no!” exclaimed the handmaiden, “That would be horrible.”
“Well, that mostly depends on what kind of slave you become and who your master will be. They will probably separate us upon arrival at their planet. Just do what they tell you and you should be okay.”
Neenah and the handmaiden sat in silence, both contemplating what might become of them. A humming was heard, and then a slight vibration was felt, signaling the departure of the ship from Anthar.
Neenah was worried about their fate. She did not want to alarm her handmaiden, so she had not gone into any detail about the Nargs reputation as slave sellers. They were notorious for primarily selling sex slaves. Neenah knew being a Queen virgin would fetch the Nargs a very high price if they were to sell her on the sex market.
“Damn that archaic tradition!” Neenah thought. Kings were allowed to sleep around as much as they wished and could take a Queen whenever it suited them. Neenah was the only off spring of her father and the first female monarch to reign in Anthar in centuries. Because she was the direct heir to the throne, being a blood descendant of the previous King, she was expected to follow the tradition set forth eons before.
Any Queen who takes the throne due to her King father having no male offspring had to remain a virgin. Any Queen found breaking this tradition met a nasty death. Once her reign ended at the age of fifty, for all female monarchs of Anthar left the throne at this point in their lives, she would be allowed to lose her virginity if she could find anyone willing to take it. The next male descendant of the family bloodline would then be sworn into the monarchy.
Neenah had aged only twenty years, having taken the throne after her father’s premature death. Male monarchs reigned until they die; another way Anthar discriminated against female royalty. Females were kicked off the throne at the age of fifty, but males stayed for life.
Because of the traditions of the Antharians, Neenah virginity remained intact. She thought it very likely the Nargs would sell her as a sex slave. Virgins were fervently sought after, and if they were between the ages of eighteen and twenty one, they were a hot commodity. It was definitely not what she wanted for the rest of her life, but at least she would be alive. Death was not something she wished to experience any time in the near future.
The ship landed and Neenah and the handmaiden were led out into the landing bay. The handmaiden was escorted away by a group of females and Neenah was led onto a shuttle.
“The Supreme Commander wants to see you before sending you off to be taken care of,” the commander explained.
A guard fastened Neenah into a shuttle seat before they took off for the palace. Landing occurred a few minutes later and the guard led Neenah out into the flowery court yard of the palace. A palace sentinel met the troops and took charge of Neenah.
“You may go now. The Supreme Commander will take care of matters from here.”
The sentinel led Neenah away from the landing pad as the shuttle rose up into the silvery sky and roared back towards the main launch center. She followed the sentinel down a stone path surrounded by green shrubs into a circular clearing that held a few marble tables and opulent velvet chairs. Seated at the center table was an old Narg Neenah guessed to be the Supreme Commander.
Most Nargs, when off planet, wore a synthetic suit over their alien bodies which gave them a humanoid appearance. On planet, they went about in their normal skins. Nargs were repulsive creatures with moldy green leathery skin. As Nargs aged, ridges and bumps appeared on the skin, making the texture even rougher.
Instead of arms, they had four tentacles, two on each side. Sinewy muscles covered their broad chests. Their legs were thick and bowed, ending in clawed feet. The bulbous head featured two large bugged out eyes, a long pointed nose, and large puffy lips from which a snake like tongue slithered out and back in.
Neenah prayed she would not be made a sex slave for the Supreme Commander, or any other Narg for that matter. Their clothed appearance repulsed her enough; she did not want to know what lay under their garb.
“Queen Neenah, come and sit at my table,” the Supreme Commander ordered.
The sentinel shoved Neenah towards the Commander’s table, and she was barely able to maintain her footing before moving over and sitting down in the chair.
“I hope you know the attack and conquer of your planet was nothing personal. I grew tired of losing money due to the time lost in circumventing your planet’s subspace. Taking your planet means that I no longer have to go around and lose time getting to my main trading point. Now, I will no longer lose money due to lost trading time, since I can go straight through your subspace.
“Of course, I will make lots of money from selling your people into slavery and reaping all the resources from your planet. I am sure that you are wondering what will become of you. I know you are aware that you would bring me a high price on the slave market. For a time, I struggled with whether or not to keep you for myself or sell you to the highest bidder. Finally, I decided that since I am old and not likely to be able to enjoy you for long that I would sell you. I will get much more enjoyment from the money I will receive.”
Neenah could not suppress the shudder racing through her body. The idea of serving the Narg Supreme Commander sickened her. She hoped whoever bought her would be from a humanoid race.
“Since you are a Queen of royal blood and because of your planet’s tradition, still a virgin, you will bring me a high price. So unusual is it to have someone such as yourself for sale, I have decided to hold a special auction here on the planet just for you. Potential buyers will have the opportunity to inspect you and even to try you out in some aspects, though they will not be allowed to break the membrane protecting your virginity.
“My advice to you would be to do whatever you are told without any resistance. Most slave owners are very harsh in their punishments, but having a slave of such prestige and beauty such as yourself will keep most from marking any visible area of your body. They will want to parade you around so everyone can see how much status they have to own a slave such as yourself.
“You are surely aware sex slaves are generally kept naked at all times. A slave’s nakedness means slave owners must be creative about their punishments and would not hesitate to mark you in places that others cannot see. I have no doubt you can imagine how painful that might be.”
The Supreme Commander nodded at the palace sentinel and Neenah was jerked out of the chair and led into the palace. Their heels tapped sharply against the cold stone flooring as they traveled deep within the palace walls. The walk ended at a room filled with females of many races and ages. “This is the Supreme Commander’s harem. They will take care of you and prepare you for auction. Do not even think about trying to escape. We have guards posted around every exit of this room, and you will not be taken out of this room until time for you to be sold.”
A wrinkled humanoid woman came forward and took Neenah’s hand. “I am Simya, head concubine. You must come with me so we can prepare you for auction.” Simya led Neenah to a corner of the large room where a group of tile tubs sank into the floor. Several concubines flitted around the tubs, filling them with steaming water and bubbling liquids. “Please disrobe and step into the tub. We must get you cleaned, shaved, and fragranced.”
“Shaved? My legs, underarms, arms, face, and neck have been treated. Hair does not grow there.”
“I am not talking about those, dear. We must shave your pussy and ass. Most of our buyers like their slaves bare, so we shave those areas. Then, if the person who buys you wants you to be hairless at all times, they will treat you.”
Neenah’s face colored at the crass wording the concubine used. She had never been exposed to graphic descriptions of anything sexually related. Queens of Anthar were expected to remain pure and unsullied in thought and deed, and now she was expected to undress in a room full of other women. She hesitated, not wanting to expose herself, but Simya was having none of that. The old woman stood in front of Neenah and grabbed the shirt’s lapels, ripping the shiny fabric with a surprising display of strength.
“You must learn to obey better than that if you do not want to be punished by your Master. You cannot show any hesitation or resistance when given an order. If you do, you will be punished. Masters are not a very forgiving lot.” Simya continued to undress Neenah, until she was standing totally naked.
“Now step into the tub and sit. The attendants will clean and shave you. You just lay back and try to relax. I know all of this must be very frightening for you, but you must get used to it. This will be your life now and you will be expected to act and behave accordingly.”
Neenah followed the old lady’s instructions, dipping her foot into the water to test its temperature before immersing her body in the steaming water. She laid her head against the rim of the tub and wished she could cover her face; having other women touching her body to bathe and clean her was embarrassing. Even though she had maids on Anthar, none of them ever saw her naked. She took care of all her personal grooming, as no living person was allowed to see an Antharian Queen naked.