But it wasn’t the two elegant-looking women—who had elaborately dressed hair and were wearing dresses about a hundred times richer than hers—that caught Selena’s eye. It was the third woman—the one who looked to be barely into her twenties—who was sitting between the Emperor’s thighs, who really snagged her attention.
The third Empress, or “Empress the Third,” as Selena had heard the Emperor call her, was dressed in bright red. Her gown stood out like a brilliant drop of blood among the staid colors of the other Royals’ clothes. She did not have a double face, but her single set of lips were brilliant red as well—and they were wrapped around the Emperor’s rather stubby cock.
“Well, well…and who have we here?” The Emperor looked at Selena with a warm, interested look in his eyes—which were also bright orange, just like his hair. He sat up a little, dislodging the third Empress, who hissed in irritation. She sat up and glared at Selena, as though she was responsible for the Emperor’s lack of interest in the blow job she’d been giving him.
Selena’s heart was in her throat—she had never addressed royalty before and she had expected to have Jess and her husband, the Ambassador, by her side when she met the Emperor. Nevertheless, she did her best.
“Excuse me, your Majesty,” she said humbly. “My name is Selena Bates and I’ll be playing my violin for you at your Royal Gala.”
“Yes, yes, the gala.” The Emperor waved one hand dismissively, as though the gala was of no consequence. “Music and whatnot—most entertaining,” he said, sounding bored.
“I certainly hope so. If you’d like me to, I can play something for you now, Your Majesty,” Selena offered uncertainly. “I’ll just need to get my violin—I left it back at the archway.”
“At the moment, my dear, we are more interested in your status, than your musicianship,” the Emperor remarked, staring at her intently.
“My…status?” Selena asked uncertainly.
“Yes, yes—your status! Where is your breast harness? Where are your nipple rings?” the Emperor demanded. “Why do you appear before us, in the Royal presence, with no marks of ownership upon your person?”
“Oh, I…I don’t have any at…at the moment,” Selena tried to explain. “On my planet we don’t use them, uh, much.” Or at all, unless you were playing out some kinky BDSM fantasy, she thought, but she wasn’t about to say that to the monarch of Ma’shorka Centra.
“Then are we correct in thinking that you are an unaccompanied and unclaimed Dependent Female?” A hungry gleam had come into the alien ruler’s bright orange eyes.
“Um…yes,” Selena said in a small voice. “I mean, I’m actually an Independent Female but my Seal of Independence was stolen at the spaceport, Your Majesty,” she added quickly. “So—”
“Such large, smooth, succulent breasts,” the Emperor interrupted her, his eyes glued to her chest. “We have never seen their equal! And so prominently displayed!”
“Uh…” Selena wasn’t sure what to say to that but it seemed to her that the float dots Kat had given her were getting her into trouble yet again. If her bare breasts hadn’t been so perky, maybe they wouldn’t have drawn so much attention. “Um, thank you?” she said, making it more of a question than a statement. “You’re, uh, very kind, Your Majesty.”
“Do all females of your species have such large, puffy nipples?” the Emperor asked. “We have not seen many human females, so we must ask.”
“Um…uh…” Selena tried to think of a way to answer him, but the Ma’shorkan ruler clearly wasn’t really interested in her response because he just kept on talking.
“Bring those sweet, suckable tits up here to us, my dear.” The Emperor actually sat forward in his elaborately carved golden throne and reached out greedily to her, his hands extended as though he was itching to wrap his long, blue-green fingers around her bare breasts. Even worse, his stubby cock—which was still hanging out of his richly embroidered trousers—was standing at full attention. “Let us hold them, since you have no breast harness and no Master to hold them for you,” he purred, eying her hungrily.
Selena’s stomach did a slow forward roll. Was he serious? He really expected her to come up and let him fondle her breasts?
Apparently so, because the Emperor was looking at her expectantly, his hands still outstretched. The Empresses sitting on either side of him watched with faintly bored expressions on their faces. But Empress the Third—the youngest one who had been sucking the royal cock before Selena came in—was glaring at her like she could burn a hole right through her with the force of her poison green gaze.
“I…uh…” Selena wasn’t sure what to say or do. The idea of letting some strange man feel her up was absolutely repulsive. Not to mention the fact that he wanted to do it in front of his wives—all three of them! But what could she do? She was stuck here on an alien planet, with no one to help or defend her.