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Princess By Default Part-XII By Noel Lexicon Copyright April 2002 The throbbing male erection inches from my lips drew me like a moth to a flame. After all this time the Senaak sex training was still controlling me. The male penis was obviously the ultimate sex object to me and I suspected would be until I died. The Senaak beauty trainers had burned that indelibly into me. Reluctantly, I focused my attention and talents away from the delicious sex flower attentively poised just for me and onto Robin's reaction to the extremely handsome guard in front of her - and his exposed male gland. She and I were nude. The two males standing by the bed were nude but for their sandals. When she leaned forward and kissed the tip of his erection, relief flooded me. I had been worrying myself sick that Kelsey's ill use of her might have left deep emotional scars she couldn't recover from. "Time for some more facts from the unofficial Royal concubines handbook, Robin. Do you feel up to it?" I asked perkily. When she looked at me I smiled and emoted impishness as hard as I could. "I'll bravely try to handle it, Lady Jasmine," she said grasping the guard's erection in her hand and kissing the tip once again. She gave me a very credible innocent look. I groaned then giggled. Even our guards chuckled. I took a large breath and exhaled in satisfaction. Robin's exuberance at having a male gland at her disposal and totally under her control was making my feelings of guilt for not trying to stop Kelsey's rape of her dwindle. "Well, if you are ready to be serious," I said trying unsuccessfully for Hawkins somber tones, "here is the second fact. FOY stands for Fountain of Youth! These beauties in front of us are FOY flowers. Do you understand?" Robin looked at the stiff male erections in front of us then looked at me. "Yes, Lady Jasmine. Fountains spurt and the youth of our Empire comes from fleshy fountains such as these." "Very good, Robin." I radiated satisfaction at her and she glowed with happiness at my approval. Satisfying me had become very important to her. "The third fact from the unofficial Royal Concubines handbook is that FOY flowers come in 3 categories: good, bad, and Empire beauties." I turned and looked at the erection only inches from my face and sighed lustily. Robin giggled. "Where was I," I said looking at Robin and fanning my face. "We're discussing Empire beauties, I think, Lady Jasmine," said Robin grinning at me and glancing coyly at her guard. "Ah, so we were. Fact four Robin: Empire beauties come with the neatest life support systems." With this I rose to my knees and kissed the bare chest of the guard before me. His erection pressed into my stomach just below my breasts and it took all my concentration and will power not to mount him on the spot. He was very well formed. When I looked over at Robin she was just returning to sitting on the bed. Light reflected off of a trail of clear fluid on her stomach. "I like this lesson, Lady Jasmine," she said glancing coyly at her guard again. His stiff penis bobbed in response. "Then you should like the primary lesson of the day even better - and that's fact five." "What is fact five, Lady Jasmine?" Robin was now radiating sexual eagerness. I couldn't help it - I smiled and beamed approval at her. My obvious delight in her growing interest for the erect male phallus and my use of some family talents too sexually stimulate her at judicious times had greatly impacted Robin's emerging sexual identity. I knew that part of her ongoing sexual identity changes were due to her growing desire to emulate me. "Fact five of the unofficial Royal concubines handbook is that if a healthy, wholesome girl gets into a flock of Empire beauties, she'll find she can't eat just one," I said sadly. Robin looked at me curiously and when I moved back to indicate that she would have access to both male erections she grinned ear to ear. Our concubine lesson on 'fact five' was enthusiastically practiced and went over very well with everyone - even me (giggle). It also left both our males completely drained - with a little help from my talents. All in all, it was a 'delicious' lesson and one that greatly reduced my feelings of guilt. After the rape, when Robin looked at me with those admiring trusting eyes I hadn't like what reflected back to me from my own mind. One thing I had grown very firm about in my attitude was that the beautiful things of life were to be nurtured and protected - and Robin was certainly one of those. "Well done, Miss Robin," Hawkins said entering our quarters with two drinks on his tray. Robin and I were still completely nude. I made no move to cover myself and, after a quick glance at me, neither did she. "How would you know, Hawkins?" she asked. "You've seen FOY flower lessons before?" She grinned at him impishly. I looked up, caught Hawkins' eye, glanced briefly at Robin and then smiled in delight at Hawkins. She was treating him as I did and by her relaxed posture and nudity I knew most of her fear had gone. "Simple, Miss Robin. When those two Empire beauties left, yours had the exact same glazed look on his face Lady Jasmine's did," Hawkins said. Robin and I broke into giggles. I found myself looking at Hawkins. His slow wink sent warmth flooding through me. The rascal had known exactly what had been worrying me. "Hawkins, are you being irritating?" Robin asked. "Perish the thought, Miss Robin. May I say you are looking stunningly healthy." Hawkins had just finished a scan of Robin's body and was studying the readings he had gotten on his hand held scanner. The last had been spoken aloud for my benefit. Hawkins was turning out to be a real jewel. Two Weeks Later: "We are not sure how she is doing it, but we are positive she is the one tripping the tell-tales!" Emperor Jer'Tock turned his head and looked at the speaker, Dr. Ravlev Deshon, his top Info-Tech scientist. He let his eyes slowly examine the small group of administrators and scientists now in his counsel chamber. He had rarely seen them so upset. "What makes you think the source of your concern is Lady Jasmine?" he asked Dr. Deshon. "The tell tales only started tripping after you gave her access to our system, Sire." The Emperor continued looking at the group before him. They couldn't be this upset if it was only tell tales being tripped. If the culprit had damaged the system or altered data, they would be shouting that from the rooftops - and they weren't. So what really had their knickers in a twist? "If it's Lady Jasmine's doing, as you suggest, wouldn't you have the proof you need in the screens she has reviewed and the commands she has sent over the system? You did check those things before coming to me didn't you?" he asked looking from one to another. The looks on their faces were so sheepish he almost laughed. Jasmine was apparently bedeviling someone besides him. "We have checked every screen she has reviewed, every command she has initiated and as we've said, Sire, we have no idea how she is doing it," said one of the administrators. "Then why are you so certain it is Lady Jasmine besides the coincidence of timing you mentioned." The small group looked at one another until all eyes finally focused on Dr. Ravlev Deshon. He looked at everyone staring at him, took a large breath before trying to explain. "We know she has examined all our processes in certain areas and all the data for those areas. And after her examination there have been occurrences of non requested results appearing where different reiterative filtering produced different results from official calculations." Emperor Jer'Tock stifled his laugh. "Was she right?" "Sire, we can't have unauthorized people who aren't properly trained running amuck in our data bases," said one of the administrators. Jer'Tock turned and glared coldly at the speaker. "When I ask a question, do not lecture me or give answers in my stead, unless you have become the Emperor," he said contemptuously. "I..." the administrator's mouth dropped open. He had forgotten whom he was talking to. It was a sign of his distress. "My humblest apologies, Sire. It shall not happen again." "Yes, Sire, different iterative filters did produce different results, in those isolated instances," said his chief scientist. "The problem we have is not the results so much, it is how she, or whomever is causing it, is doing it." Emperor Jer'Tock smiled. Jasmine was out 'magicking' his magicians. No wonder they were in a snit. They believed themselves the Empire's best and one of his concubines was running circles around them. They definitely would have trouble accepting that. After a moments pause Emperor Jer'Tock knew his Info-Tech people weren't the only ones having trouble accepting that. Stoneface had been right - Farkle was quick of thought. Maybe a little too quick! "Her speed through the data screens is such that we thought she was only browsing at first," said one of the other scientists. "What changed your mind?" Emperor Jer'Tock asked. "She never views the same screen twice unless data in it has changed, Sire." "And we haven't found any evidence of her search iterations on the data to optimize the adverse results she's finding. It's as if she is processing the data off line, which her guards assure us is not possible, or that she is seeing the data in her mind and from that knows what reiterative process to use," said another scientist. "And neither of those option seems plausible given the amount of data that is involved, Sire," said Ravlev Deshon. "And most of the unbidden results that keep appearing are anti-guild in nature, Sire," said the administrator who had earlier been rebuked. Emperor Jer'Tock's smile slowly disappeared. The last definitely sounded like Jasmine. Somehow she had become aware that the guild had engineered her capture and Jasmine had, more than once, let the Guild representatives feel her intense displeasure. Even after he had pointedly mentioned that such a reaction was an indirect slap at him as Emperor and the Empire in general, Jasmine still persisted. Stoneface, through the auspices of the Empire's secret service, had found why the Guild had pursued Jasmine so relentlessly: she had been far too successful in her trading ventures, at entering markets the guild had considered exclusively theirs and then trading spectacularly at the guilds expense. Their solution, of capturing her then placing her in the Royal Seraglio, must have seemed like heavenly brilliance when conceived. Emperor Jer'Tock wondered what the guild's opinion of their strategy was now? Especially since it was possible that Jasmine might, by necessity, become one of his principle concubines! After the visit of the time line priests, once Farkle's name had been discovered, one line on the Guild's internal report had caught all eyes 'may possibly have minor Family talents!' What was Farkle? Or perhaps who was Farkle. It was a question that plagued everyone nowadays. "Continue to monitor the situation and put extra people on it if necessary; however, take no action unless data in official records is altered, then contact me first," he said. "And do not let condescension or condemnation enter your voice or affect your respect towards Lady Jasmine. She has been and continues to be of great importance to the Empire. If forced to choose right now, Lady Jasmine would be one of the Empire's principal concubines so style your actions accordingly." "It shall be so, Sire," said the administrator bowing low. * * * Emperor Jer'Tock stood facing Ron'Arie Toulast, Plentenary President of the First House Trader's Guild. Though female, Ron'Arie Toulast was a Dugenese, and like most of her race, tall. She towered over Jer'Tock. Beside the Guild president a Guild vice president, the Guild ambassador to Jer'Tock's court and two additional guild officers, one of which had been the project officer responsible for running Farkle to ground, were present. This historic meeting, a direct result of Stoneface's urging, had come about because of a request by Emperor Jer'Tock. Though Emperor of an Empire whose military might far exceeded that of the Guild, Jer'Tock knew that the Guild's economic might, if directed against his Empire, could actually cause it to fall - pleasantries would be observed by both sides. The meeting was being held in Jer'Tock's private quarters at the urging of Lady Murielle - the private quarters being a more informal platform and more of a meeting of equals. In the room with Jer'Tock were Stoneface, Lady Murielle, Admiral pLevy, Dr. Ravlev Deshon, three other high ranking Tsarick Empire officials, one scientist, and the Major in charge of Farkle's security. "May I offer you and your party refreshments, President Toulast? We have Resar wine, marinated Quolon eggs, Tari sweet bread and assorted fruits and cheeses. There is also meat of considerable variety should any of your party desire it along with standard Trader refreshments," Jer'Tock said pointing at a loaded side table. The guild president smiled, carefully keeping her lips together as she did so. She was quite aware that the size of her canines often loosed fears within some humanoid races. She looked at the table, examined it carefully then nodded approval. "You're graciousness is well known Emperor Jer'Tock - and well deserved." With that she nodded at the others in her party and watched as they made their way to the side table. Jer'Tock nodded at his people and the Empire representatives quickly joined the Guild's people at the tables. Small informal conversations started as members of the two staffs slowly sized up their counterparts amidst the selecting of the tantalizing treats. "Madam President may I get you something," asked Jer'Tock looking at the Guild President and then glancing briefly towards the side table. "A glass of Resar, two Qoulon Eggs, and a slice of Tari, please." "May I also suggest slices of Breslin Lizard?" Lady Murielle said politely. "It has been deep inspected three times for purity, blessed by a Garth world gnome, and heated briefly in a sealed pouch with rinmar peppercorn." President Toulast's tongue flicked briefly over her lips before she caught herself. She approved the suggestion by nodding at Jer'Tock then turned and smiled at Lady Murielle. "I have heard much about you Lady Murielle and now find it much the truth - your beauty is exceeded only by your intelligence." "President Toulast, you do me great honor," said Lady Murielle bowing respectfully. When she recovered from her bow she looked the taller female directly in the eyes. "Your reputation, Madam President, while unquestionably admirable and honorable beyond all reproach, does not do justice to the great intelligence I sense behind your eyes." The Guild president chuckled then laughed. After a few seconds she tipped her head deeply in a sign of respect at Lady Murielle. One polite cross of verbal swords and she now understood exactly why Emperor Jer'Tock kept this concubine by his side. She silently approved and raised her estimation of the Tsarick Emperor. Jer'Tock returned with a servant and three plates and soon the three of them stood eating delicacies. "May I inspect your view, Emperor Jer'Tock?" asked the guild president motioning towards his floor to ceiling windows. "It would be my pleasure," said Jer'Tock pointing with his arm. As the three of them stood looking out the window Ron'Arie Toulast turned to face Jer'Tock and changed to all business. "You requested my presence, Emperor Jer'Tock?" "The request was for answers to perplexing questions, President Toulast. That you have come in person does the Tsarick Empire a great honor." President Toulast nodded her head in acknowledgement. Jer'Tock had said nothing more than the truth. The Plentenary head of the Guild obeyed no summons order. "Why do I have the feeling, Emperor Jer'Tock, that your questions concern the female last known as Terra?" "Terra?" asked Jer'Tock slightly confused. "I think she calls herself Farkle now days," President Toulast said dryly. "She changes names as adroitly as most females change clothes." Jer'Tock studied the Guild President's expression then smiled. He understood the frustration in her words. "Madam President, you have surmised accurately. It may be that you have sent us a great jewel; however, we find ourselves unable to accurately evaluate the guild's gift or understand how best to utilize it. Truthfully, we are not sure what we have other than we sense the potential of great value. It's this confusion we hope you'll be able to help us eliminate." The Guild President took a slow sip of wine then looked from Jer'Tock to Lady Murielle and back again. The rest of the conversation in the room had quieted. "There is much we don't know Emperor Jer'Tock, some we suspect but can't prove, then there are many dry facts, uninteresting individually, but fascinating as a mosaic. Ask what you will." "Why did you send her to us?" Jer'Tock asked. President Toulast touched a finger to her chin and smiled briefly before nodding thoughtfully. "You proceed forthrightly and go directly to the heart of the matter, Emperor Jer'Tock, I will answer same - self interest. In the six months prior to her capture, she cost the guild over a three and a half billion credits in trade profits." "Three and a half billion?" Jer'Tock said weakly. Even Lady Murielle was staring at the Guild president in amazement. "That is just what we are aware of. No telling what she cost others. Her amazing trading prowess is what brought her to our attention and her staggering success is why neutralizing her became a Guild priority. We would not want to see her return to our trading lanes, Emperor Jer'Tock. Especially now, given her hostile awareness of us," President Toulast said emphatically. "But why give her to us?" Lady Murielle asked. "Certainly more permanent alternatives were available." No one was about to mention that one such alternative had been death. That the Guild hadn't made that their solution made their ultimate disposition of Farkle interesting. Fascinating actually! The guild president nodded and smiled at Lady Murielle again. "You, my lady, are a true treasure." With that the guild president looked at Jer'Tock and then at the others that had slowly gathered in a loose respectful circle. "Are we secure?" Jer'Tock looked around until he caught the eye of Dr. Deshon. He nodded at his scientist. Seconds later interior lights brightened as the outside windows slowly darkened. Suddenly a shrill shriek filled the room. All froze. Dr. Deshon took a device from his pocket and quickly scanned the members of the guild. Seconds later he had removed two small devices, bugs. After a last scan he nodded at Jer'Tock. "Emperor Jer'Tock we..." Jer'Tock waived the apology of the guild president off. "We found three on ourselves before you got here, Madam President. I believe we are secure now. The information you were about to provide you already know, the conclusion seems obvious." The guild president nodded in acknowledgement and studied Jer'Tock thoughtfully. "Emperor Jer'Tock, ours is an ambitious plan of self-interest, killing two birds with one stone is how phrase it you would, I believe. The first bird you know, the second is much larger and could possibly impact the very future of the guild itself." With that President Toulast took a sip of wine. As she did so, she carefully observed Emperor Jer'Tock and his concubine. Beyond a shadow of a doubt they were the two she had to convince, the concubine because it was clear to President Toulast that she was a far more important personage within the Tsarick Empire than the guilds representatives had recognized. President Toulast made a mental note to speak to the Guilds Ambassador to Jer'Tock's court. He had been so close and had so badly missed in evaluating Lady Murielle's stature. "One of the things we watch are patterns, Emperor Jer'Tock. When a pattern turns negative in an area we normally remove guild assets from the area until a profitable pattern returns. Then the assets and our activity return. A few hundred years ago a pattern less trade void of sorts entered the trading lanes. It's unlike everything we've ever encountered in the past. When it moves into an area, we lose the ability to remove our assets, material or personnel, and shortly all Guild activity ceases. Even worse, our personnel and equipment eventually become co-opted. Unlike other negative patterns, there is no flow and ebb to this blackness, only expansion." "The Families," Lady Murielle said thinking out loud. "Congratulations Lady Murielle. You deduced in 20 seconds that which took the Guild 300 years to determine and confirm. And our confirming attempts have proven quite expensive. We've lost investigators by the score and even suffered severe punishments for 'meddling', including many unexplainable deaths of high guild officials." President Toulast stopped and took another slow sip of wine. She was carefully gauging the effect of her words. She took a large breath, exhaled, then looked directly at Jer'Tock. "The blackness afflicting our trading activities also devours existing political structures. Sometimes openly, sometimes deviously, but devours them it does." "And is partly the reason for your unexpected presence here," Lady Murielle said suddenly. President Toulast nodded. She was pleased that her early assessment of the importance of Jer'Tock's concubine was being so strongly confirmed. The female possessed considerable intellect and she obviously had the Emperor's ear besides his sexual attention. President Toulast made a note to speak to her staff at the first break. The concubine was to be treated with the deference due an Empress. She would make a formidable adversary if insulted - something that couldn't be allowed to happen. The Guild president turned slightly and stared into Jer'Tock's eye's - her expression grim. "While we have been 'convinced' to not investigate it directly, we are able to plot the current location of this formless blackness and project its expansion path with considerable accuracy. It pleases me not to say this Emperor Jer'Tock, but the near term expansion path of this blackness is through the heart of the Tsarick Empire. And while the guild does not agree with all your trade policies at the moment, your independent survival is very beneficial to the Guild long term, perhaps even necessary." "Farkle?" Jer'Tock asked uncertainly. His eyebrow had lowered and he was staring intently at the Guild head. President Toulast nodded. "An unknown. A fascinating unknown and if our information is correct, apparently directly responsible for the Families having their first expansion attempt into your Empire completely rebuffed. I would dearly love to know how that was actually accomplished." President Toulast took another drink of wine all the while closely observing both Lady Murielle and the Emperor. The two had looked knowingly at each other - their expressions giving just enough away that the Guild head knew her cast had struck something sensitive. There had certainly been no shortage of rumors about Lord Kelsey being sent home in disgrace. How much the female now called Farkle had to do with that was anyone's guess; however, grave uncertainty on the Emperor's part towards the Families could only benefit the Guild. "Excuse my Madam President, Sire, but are you saying that Lady Jasmine has Family talents?" Stoneface asked. It took President Toulast a few seconds to remember that the female in question had gained yet another name, Lady Jasmine. President Toulast almost laughed. Everyone in the past that came in contact with that female felt moved to give her a name and the naming saga continued still. Even the guild had created its own name for her, the 'FS M&M' (fucking sexy money machine). It made an interesting pattern, one worthy of analysis someday. As President Toulast pondered how best to answer she noticed that many watched her intently. By the expressions on many faces it was easy to guess that the Emperor and his staff had their own suspicions but remained unsure of their answers, as did the guild. "To some extent yes, but it is only surmise," answered President Toulast carefully. She let her eyes linger on Lady Murielle to show the concubine her respect. "We know she is very aware of the Families for she never enters any area populated by Family members, at least that we know of, and some areas she deliberately avoided we later confirmed as being areas of new interest to the Families. And while we have incomplete data concerning your recent personal confrontation with the Families, based upon preliminary reports it would appear that she is somehow impervious to their Family talents." "Impervious? Family Talents?" asked Jer'Tock quickly. President Toulast could read his earnest eagerness. Like the guild, he wanted more information. And right now! If only he knew how dearly the guild had paid for what meager knowledge they possessed. "For lack of a more definitive description, Emperor Jer'Tock, mind control," President Toulast said. She placed her now empty wineglass on a small table and stood very erect. She almost hated to put the glass down for the wine had been delicious. "I believe Lady Jasmine's words to her guard Captain were 'Your Emperor is under a mind attack.'" "You are very well informed," Jer'Tock said looking pointedly at the Guild Ambassador while speaking. "It was a public occurrence, Emperor Jer'Tock, and the ripples of that event have now spread far beyond the boarders of the Tsarick Empire," explained the Guild Ambassador genuflecting slightly in deference to Jer'Tock. *** I turned as the guard bent over to pick up the handbag that had apparently slipped out of my fingers. When his butt was higher than his head I managed a sultry wolf whistle and stared pointedly at his behind. He quickly looked back at me and when he saw me staring his face reddened. "Lady Jasmine," he said in a protesting voice. "She did it," I said pointing at Robin. "What? I... Lady Jasmine," Robin said in surprise protest. "Robin, never be the last one in a sequence chain. Even in fun. She did it," I said again - pointing at Robin. "Uh uh! He did it," Robin said pointing at another of our guards. "Lady Jasmine, Miss Robin," complained the guard Robin had pointed at. "Roberts, you cut that out," said the commander of our guard troop. "But, Sir, I..." The guard saw my impish grin and his expression slowly changed. "Sorry, Sir, I don't know what came over me," he said solemnly. Robin and I giggled outrageously then I leaned up and kissed his cheek - and put my hip into his groin. He had a delicious erection and I wasn't the least bit reticent about copping a feel. I watched Robin lean up and kiss his cheek then smiled to myself as the beautiful minx put her hip into his groin and copped her own feel. The funny part was that the guards knew exactly what we were doing and they loved us dearly for it! When Robin and I turned to continue on about our business all the guards were emoting pleasure, lust and intense protectiveness. Not only for me, but for Robin as well. I was horny... 'So what's new?' 'Max!' and pleased! * * * Two months later as I sat reading a tech update I was vaguely aware of Robin entering our quarters. Suddenly I was enveloped by an overwhelming sense of dread. I looked up at Robin in puzzlement. My inquisitive look sent fear rippling through her. "Robin, what is it?" "I... I... I..." She burst into tears. "It's okay, Robin. Whatever it is, it's okay." She was now crying nonstop. Numerous large tears rolled down her cheeks and splashed her blouse. "I don't want you to hate me. I'm so ashamed," she said between her sobs. "Robin, please tell me. It can't be that bad!" "I'm pregnant," she said. With that she began wailing in earnest. "As in baby?" "Yes," she managed through sobs. "Hawkins! Hawkins - celebration time! We're going to be god parents," I shouted excitedly. "Excellent news, Madam, especially since it's Miss Robin. "Only Hawkins, you'll be the irritating one." "Certainly, Madam. I'll undoubtedly need time off to learn that irritating skill, such as you require." "Hawkins, you're pushing it. I want a party, Hawkins. And we'll only invite the best. I want everyone to know! And musicians, Hawkins." "But I don't know who the father is," Robin said no longer crying. Her sniffles were slowly stopping as she looked at me and then Hawkins. Both of us were obviously excited. "Do we have any idea who the mother is?" I asked. 'Any idea who the mother is?' Max nearly snorted the words. 'Max!' "I... Lady Jasmine, I'm the mother," Robin said looking at me strangely. "Thank George! One out of two isn't bad! Is it Hawkins?" "No, Madam. Especially when the one is Miss Robin." Robin finally laughed - weakly. "You're really not mad?" "I'm ecstatic, Robin. My only request is that you carry the child so I can see you swell and grow. That would bring me much pleasure and our guards will enjoy it immensely." I patted the couch beside me. When Robin sat I gave her a big kiss. She clung to me like a drowning victim. "I thought you would despise me, Lady Jasmine," she said wiping her eyes. "Never, Robin. We love you. Besides, a child is a joyous occasion. We'll have to get you something special so everyone will know you are with child." "Might I suggest a small jeweled neckband with a gold heart hanging from it, Madam," Hawkins said. "I think... perfect," I said kissing Robin on the nose. I leaned back and smiled at her. A baby! I was going to be a godmother. And considering I started life as a male, I might be considered part fairy, even, maybe. Whatever! "Robin, you've learned the ninth fact in the unofficial Royal concubines handbook. It can only be learned by personal experience. Empire beauties can sneak up and catch you when you're looking. That's one of the ways you know they are Empire beauties." Robin kissed me back. "They also caught me when I wasn't looking," she said. "Males are good at that! Isn't that right, Hawkins." "I wouldn't know, Madam, I've never mastered that particular lesson, at least not so far! I'm encouraged to know there's hope." "Hawkins!" "Yes, Madam!" Robin laughed delightedly. That night I used my talents to let her know how really pleased I was with her and her new state. The next day I saw her pat her stomach and the new life there affectionately. I can't say why exactly, but I felt inordinately pleased. *** One month later: "No!" Emperor Jer'Tock's face reddened at my answer. Having his request so baldly rejected was not something the Emperor was accustomed to, especially by one of his concubines. He clenched his jowls and stared hard at me. Without being aware of the effort, I reached out and read his emotions. Saying he was irritated would have been polite. We were in my quarters because he had done me the courtesy of coming to me instead of requesting my presence in his chambers. It hadn't changed my response however. I was greatly impressed by how well the Emperor was able to control himself. Little of his inner emotional turmoil reached his face. I knew that he was attempting to reach out, to make an offer to actually power-share a little. I also knew part of his purpose was to try to change my attitude, my self-identification. I didn't see myself as part of the Tsarick Empire and I made no effort to disguise that. "It might be to the benefit of one of the traders in the group you favor," he said after a pause. "All the more reason for me not to be involved, Emperor Jer'Tock. If I get involved and the decision changes in a more favorable manner, then every time someone gets a decision they don't like, they will come running to me. There is only one Emperor and that is you. I'm non political and I intend to stay that way." He took a large breath and exhaled in frustration. "Would you at least see if you agree with the filters that are being used?" I walked over to a table and flipped up the I/O key device. With Maxs' help I quickly ran a number of optimization programs on the data in question. The 237th pass gave me what I was looking for. "Other filters do give different results; however, I'm not sure the variance is enough to make you want to change your original decision, Emperor Jer'Tock. But of course this analysis is very hasty so you may want your people to check it further." I stepped back from the display projection and allowed him to see my results. He glanced at what I had done, at the results I had gotten, then looked in irritation at the Info-Tech administrator beside him. "Would you provide my IT people with the statistical rules you think would be more appropriate, Jasmine?" "It's not the rules Emperor, Jer'Tock, it's the attitude," I said. "There's nothing wrong with our attitude," snapped the Administrator looking up from examining my hasty results. "Silence," snapped Jer'Tock angrily. He raised his hand and pointing it warningly at the administrator. "Not a word. Not a single word!" "I rest my case," I said glancing briefly towards his administrator. "Before you take action against your IT people, know that I ran into similar arrogance all the time while trading. People, who have a small piece of power, often use their rules and regulations to thwart you just because they can. An apt analogy is: If you give a child a hammer, it will find something to hammer." "You're not making me feel very good." "Your concern speaks well for you, Emperor Jer'Tock. But there is no simple silver bullet and how you elect to have trading requests handled will be the mark of your rule. A lot of people's impression of your rule will be based on how their small requests are handled by your Empire." 'Max, why he is asking me about this stuff?' 'A change of P's, kid." 'Change of P's?' "Participant, instead of prisoner. The personal attention from the Emperor himself says they have set a high priority on your becoming a participating member of the Empire," Max said. I was silent. This was a something I was going to have to think deeply about. Especially since it was likely that I wouldn't be going anywhere for the next ten years - the Families anger at me certainly blocked any alternative in that direction! "And you won't give any suggestions on how I should fix things?" "Everything starts with 'your' mind set, Emperor Jer'Tock," I said. No way was I getting sucked in to an Info-Tech squabble with his scientists. They would go out of their way to slice and dice any suggestions I made. "I suggest honesty and openness, regardless of the initial upset. Let everyone see the raw data from which your people are going to make their decisions from. If the supplicants think the data wrong, give them the opportunity to prove it. If they think the statistical approach wrong, let them suggest otherwise. The right man, with the right attitude and a strong desire for fairness will do wonders for your reputation and for the economy of the realm." "You don't ask much," he said facetiously. "It is not an easy problem. If you would correct or improve it for the best of the Empire, it has to be solved by your own people to your satisfaction. Your concern is a mark of the greatness that lies within you. I find that most impressive, Emperor Jer'Tock." He looked at me with a wry expression. He was amused, frustrated and quite pleased all at once. I found myself surprised that my compliment had so greatly affected him. After a few additional exchanges he gave me a warm hug, kissed me on the cheek, and then walked towards the door - and left me with totally wet panties. Woo he is one sexy good-looking male! Robin appeared from the kitchen and with a motion stopped him. Before he could say anything she leaned up and kissed his cheek. "I am very proud you are my Emperor, Sire," she said. Her eyes were wide and she was looking at him in such adoration it even made me tingle. She then knelt on the floor before him and bowed her head respectfully. He looked at her in surprise and then at me. I shook my head and shrugged. The Emperor reached down and helped Robin to her feet and then gave her a warm hug. "Thank you, Lady Robin. I don't feel very admirable at the moment." "It is how problems are handled that separates ordinary from excellence, Sire," she said self-confidently. "And you got a compliment from Lady Jasmine. She doesn't give those lightly and she's the smartest person I've ever been around." I cringed. Robin, in her admiration of the Emperor didn't realize what she had said. Jer'Tock glanced at me, saw my grimace and laughed dryly before kissing Robin on the forehead. When he stepped back he examined her from head to foot. With her pregnancy she had erotically blossomed and now greatly overflowed her bra, a condition I found very pleasing in and out of bed. Robin exuded vigorous health and the beauty of happiness that came from great contentment. In a word, she was delectable - and the Emperor being male noticed. "Lady Jasmine, I would appreciate you bringing this beautiful young woman to our receptions from now on. The court would be greatly blessed by her presence." Robin looked at me in excited surprise then leaned up, kissed Jer'Tock's cheek and before he could move she put a hip into his erection. Jeez Louise! Had I been chewing bubble gum I would have swallowed it on the spot. I could feel my guards fighting to control their laughter. Having experienced that same maneuver from Robin and myself many times, they were very aware Robin had just copped a feel of the Emperor's erection. Beats me why that caused them such great amusement. Men! "Your wish, my command, Emperor Jer'Tock," I said bowing my head deferentially. Emperor Jer'Tock erupted in laughter. He laughed and laughed and laughed. And continued laughing. It was twenty or more seconds before he was calm enough to speak. "Lady Jasmine, how you can say things like that with a completely straight face I will never understand. But I greatly appreciate the thoughts you did deign to share with me," he said amidst more laughter. He was still laughing when he walked out the door. What'd I say? Two months later in my quarters: "I not sure I'll know the right thing to do, Hawkins," said Robin. She and Hawkins were talking in low tones. Robin's belly bulged attractively with the growth of her child. "Madam has already told you the right thing, Miss Robin. Choose with your heart," Hawkins said. "But I'm so confused. It's like I want everything, Lady Jasmine, the child, a family, everything." Robin sighed forlornly and paused for a long moment. "Besides, who's going to want someone already pregnant with another's child?" she asked. "Many, Miss Robin, if its you. There have been over twenty offers just from the guards alone and Madam has received twice that through the court. Most of the offers I've seen are for you and the child." Robin's mouth dropped open in astonishment. "For me?" "Yes, Miss Robin. Since your beauty has been on display at court, the number of offers we've been receiving weekly has been steadily increasing." "I... I... she hasn't shown me any of them." "She wants you to enjoy your pregnancy without pressure, Miss Robin. It is why your parents are now getting a monthly stipend and why a lifetime stipend has been settled on you. You are financially independent and that won't change if you marry," Hawkins said. "Any option you wish to choose is available for you." Robin looked at Hawkins then studied the floor for a few seconds. There was so much she was uncertain of. "I really don't understand why she is being so nice. She doesn't let the guards take her to bed like I did. I really expected her to be disappointed in me getting myself with child. I know my parents have been less than thrilled," Robin said grimly. "Madam has divulged some things you should know, Miss Robin. She has more than once told her guards that were she still a trader she wouldn't hesitate to invite them to her bed. That she doesn't now is simply due to political realities, nothing more. Second, she has said your child will be important. Since Madam said it, I think you should keep that uppermost in your mind, whatever you decide. And last, I have served a number of people considered powerful and righteous in my life. The unspoken truth behind that fact is that few of those so called pillars ever earned my respect. You, Miss Robin, I would be proud to call daughter." Robin's face expressed her surprise then she flung herself into Hawkins arms and hugged him affectionately. As he hugged her and patted her back she leaned her head and kissed his cheek. At that moment I walked around the corner. Robin dropped her arms and quickly stepped back. "Lady Jasmine I..." "Never apologize for giving or receiving true affection, Robin, especially when with a deserving person. If someone would criticize that, look to the critic. Seek to know the perversion that caused their reaction. That is where any fault would lie. And remember always that true affection is one of life's great joys, both to give and to receive. Understand?" "I think so, Lady Jasmine. Other's perverse reactions shouldn't affect my love for worthy people or my expressions of affections." "Exactly. Of course the problem with you showering such loving affection on Hawkins is that it's probably going to make him insufferable. You hear that Hawkins, insufferable," I said emphatically. "Madam, that's a word never associated with my presence." "How can you be sure, Hawkins? I don't think you can even spell it. "Please," he said with great dignity. "I.. N.. S.. U.. P.. P.. E.. R.. A.. B.. L.. E," he spelled. "Insupperable. It's a dinner thing, Madam." Robin and I looked at each other and broke out in hilarious laughter. Hawkins had bested me again! Two months later: "I am sorry to take advantage of our association, Lady Jasmine, but would you consider looking at my sister as your next companion? She is attractive and has a true heart - and I know how much you value that." The speaker was Corporal Jerald, possessor of one of my favorite FOY flowers. He was physically just delicious and his attitude towards me totally refreshing - pure adoration and boundless sexual want. 'What you really mean is that he gets an erection every time you breathe in his direction,' Max said. 'Max!' Then I giggle silently. I had subtlety encouraged Corporal Jerald to laser all the hair off of his male gland and to keep his remaining pubic hair in curls. And woo! He was better looking out of his knickers than in them. I should have felt guilty, especially the way I kept using my talents to train him to serve my oral needs, but I didn't. He, and a number of others, was simply far too delicious. On my behalf, I always made sure my companions left my company sexually sated and pleased with themselves. As I thought about it, I knew what had sparked his asking, Robin's acceptance of a dazzling marriage proposal. I was soon to be without a companion - but his sister? "But I... bed. That sort of thing," I said waiving my hand ineffectively. "You would... your Sister?" I finished. I am quite intelligent most times - this just didn't happen to be one of those times. When he had spoken of his sister, I felt his closeness and affection for her. I could scarcely credit that a sister he felt so close to he wanted in a lesbian relationship. "After watching how you helped Miss Robin flower there isn't a single guard who wouldn't give two years salary to marry your next companion, whomever she is. And we're not the only ones to desire such, Lady Jasmine. It's common knowledge the Emperor has been deluged with offers from a number of the trading houses for whomever your next companion is, sight unseen. And rumor has it that the guild has been quite insistent about having the Emperor arrange such a union for their benefit." That made me snort - silently. Perhaps they thought that would deflect my displeasure. The more I thought about it the more I wondered. It would to some degree. I could see why marriages often helped settle royal feuds. I'd have to make sure they didn't get any of my next ten companions though, I wasn't done with them yet. "It would mean a lot to me and to my family to see my sister so well settled," Corporal Jerald said finishing his plea. I reached up and thoughtfully stroked his exposed erection. It had become habit for both of us. A delightful habit! I leaned forward and kissed him where it did both of us lots of good. His care and warmth towards his sister drew me like a magnet. It was one of the things about the Corporal that made him so attractive to me - his warm and caring heart. "It doesn't bother you about her being in my bed?" "I was one of those fortunate enough to be invited into Miss Robin's bed. She will never suffer divorce or lack of interest from her spouse. Never," he said emphatically. "When you left her bed, you knew that she had thoroughly enjoyed being you, and not just because of the great sex. If it hadn't of been for your presence, Lady Jasmine, I suspect there would have been dangerous fights for possession of her for who wouldn't want a female such as that in their family, especially as wife!" I started to say something and paused. He had given me lots to think about. It was interesting that my deep need for orally pleasing males caused everyone around me to ignore my hunger for females. Deep in thought as to that peculiar blindness, I coined a new word - 'penocentric'. I'll let you figure it out. 'It's a duck,' offered Max. "Quack, quack." 'Fuck off, Max!' 'Oh, bitchy time of month, huh?' I ignored him. It's the only thing that ever works with Max. That the Emperor was getting offers for my next companion, sight unseen, was hilarious. At least to me! To Jer'Tock, I must seem like the proverbial bad penny that keeps cropping up at unexpected places. "Have Hawkins arrange passage for her." "Thank you, my Lady." "It's only a look, Corporal. But if you two share personalities somewhat, I'm very interested. Does she have a FOY flower?" I asked expressing great hopefulness. Corporal Jerald broke out laughing. "I don't think so, Lady Jasmine," he managed. He was still laughing when I totally inhaled his FOY flower. Five weeks later All day long I had felt uneasy. Something lurked at the very edge of my awareness. I knew it was there, but I couldn't bring it into focus. For the tenth time in the last two hours I got up and went to the door, opened it and looked out. Everything seemed normal, but somehow, at some level, something was wrong. "Madam?" asked Hawkins from behind me. "I don't..." Raw energy swarmed through the walls and floor of my suite and impacted me with a burning ferocity. A bomb of some type had detonated. The strange energy disrupted my mental processes and sent pain shooting along all the neural pathways of my body. I was in terrible agony. 'Families,' gasped Max. The burning energy was consuming my neural networks - even my connections to Max! I felt myself falling. "Madam, Madam!" I only faintly heard Hawkins shout and shortly I heard nothing. *** Princess by default completes with more three chapters. Those chapters are written. One of the reasons for the posting delay between chapters is that I was not happy with the original ending and waited until the muse moved me in a slightly different more satisfying direction - at least to me. (That and a couple of rewrites scattered about on other stories as well as a series of pressing life details that were time intensive - oh how life does intrude.) Another series 'Skin Deep' chapter one should have posted by now and Writers are welcome and wanted to participate. It should be giggles to be part of. Different writers on Fictionmania are writing different chapters of the series within some loose guidelines. If you would like to participate and enjoy having laughable pot shots taken at your non de plume contact me at [email protected] Read the Ch 1 'after story storyline' for an example of what I mean by potshots. It is a barrel of laughs because so many are so creative - of course that doesn't apply to any of us involved in the Skin Deep series (Giggle).