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The next day a small group headed over to the Newcastle airport. In the group were only Karla, Doug, Mary, Mike, Ann, and Mark, accompanied by Duke and Sheena. Early that morning, a second trade had been executed. Karla pointed out that Duke had been her tiger since his youth and had been her friend while she was teaching in Los Angeles. It was because the poor tiger had been pining away for her that he had been flown to Europe. Duchess, on the other hand, had been the Carlsons’ gift to the Duke of Northumbria, so now Duchess and Jason would be patrolling the moors while Sir Duke and Dame Sheena would be guarding the Queen of Bohemia. Moreover, because of the family relationship it was clear that Karla and Doug would be frequent guests at Prendwick Castle.
Karla and Doug expected to be flying to Prague on the Kendy 767, and expected a very uneventful trip. It turned out not to be. First, arriving at the Newcastle Airport, they were directed to bypass the terminal building and drive out on the apron. There, instead of the Kendy aircraft there was another brand new 767 with very unfamiliar markings. Where the name of the airline would normally be written on the fuselage it said in bold letters, “Kingdom of Bohemia.” On the vertical stabilizer there was a small flag of Bohemia — formerly the flag of the Czech Republic — and a very large coat of arms painted in full color.
“Mary and I designed the coat of arms, darling sister,” Ann said softly. “We so hope that you like it.”
“It’s lovely!” Karla exclaimed. “But where on earth did the plane come from?”
“Its designation is Bohemia 1,” Ann explained. “If the President of the United States flies in Air Force 1, we figured that the Queen of Bohemia should have Bohemia 1, so Mary and I bought it for you as our coronation gift. Do you like it?”
“Like it?” Karla exclaimed. “It’s utterly incredible! But one of these planes costs about $250 million, doesn’t it?”
“About,” Mary replied softly. “But, darling mistress, it’s the very least your slaves can do for you.” Then looking at Karla with her gray eyes penetrating she added, “Never forget, Sister, that had it not been for you, none of this could ever have happened. We adore you.”
The airport surprises were not over. Arrayed at the boarding stairs was a full battalion from the Grenadier Guards, along with the regimental band. Also on hand were Queen Elizabeth and Princess Anne. When the door of the Rolls was opened, Doug got out and extended his hand to Karla. The two were greeted formally by the Queen and then the two queens inspected the guard, with Doug following.
When the inspection was completed, Elizabeth suppressed a grin as she asked Doug, “Has Phillip been giving you lessons? Douglas Whitfield, you escort your wife as if you’ve been escorting royalty from birth.”
With their backs to the assembled troops, no one could see their talk. Doug replied, “Your Majesty, with Karla it comes naturally. I honestly believe she was truly born a queen.”
“And I agree with you totally,” Elizabeth replied. “As Anne says, she utterly defines royal behavior. It is certainly in her genes.”
As they were about to board the aircraft, the band played the Bohemian National Anthem and the battalion presented arms in tribute to the visiting monarch. As they mounted the boarding stairs, Mary whispered to Karla, “The air crew is from what is now Air Bohemia. We have the airlines two most senior captains flying, along with the second two most senior as backup. I don’t know how the cabin service will be handled, but I do know there was incredibly intense competition for positions.”
The only element that seemed to be at all out of place was the fact that no cabin attendants were at the door waiting for them.
This mystery was quickly solved when Karla, leading the way, entered the aircraft and found three young women on their knees waiting for their arrival. The three — a blonde, a redhead, and a brunette — were all naked except for french cuffs at their wrists and wing collars with black bow ties around their necks. All were quite young.
When Karla stopped short in amazement, the blonde who was closest bent at the waist and kissed her shoes. Her hands were together at her back, and when she straightened up her eyes were shining with joy. “Good morning, Your Majesty! Welcome aboard. My name is Connie, and I am in charge of the in-flight service this morning. On my left is Susan, and to her left is Catherine. We cannot tell you how pleased we are to be able to serve you today.”
After kissing Mary’s and Ann’s feet, too, the three girls popped to their feet and showed them around the cabin. They took seats in the magnificently appointed aircraft, and Connie, apparently oblivious to her nudity, went to the cabin door to close it. She grinned and waved when she heard the quiet whistles of appreciation from a number of the Guardsmen still in formation on the ramp.
With the door closed, the pilot started his starboard engine and slowly taxied away with only the single engine turning to minimize the noise and the jet wash with all the troops still in formation close by. Moving down the taxiway towards its takeoff position, he started the port engine as well. In the meantime the girls had produced coffee for the passengers and even Snapple lemonade for Duke and Sheena.
The young women were about to take their seats for takeoff when Karla motioned to a lounge chair across from the sofa on which she and Doug were sitting and indicated she wanted Connie to sit there. The girl motioned for Susan to take her seat at the main door of the aircraft and she sat in the chair showing some embarrassment when she did.
“Now tell me what’s going on,” Karla demanded. “And the name is Karla. It’s much easier to say than all this ‘Your Majesty’ garbage.”
“I’m sorry, Your High ... Karla,” the girl replied softly. “I don’t understand the question.” When Karla merely raised an eyebrow and lightly tapped her fingers on the armrest, the girl blushed.
“Darling, isn’t it fascinating to see a naked woman blush?” Karla commented to Doug. “You can see the color rise straight up from her loins.” Then with a grin she added, “Connie, you have a lovely body. And I see from the ring on your finger that you’re married, and the other two girls are as well. What does your husband think about you serving us naked?”
“He’s overjoyed!” Connie exclaimed. “You see, he was also in the Resistance, and while he didn’t know you, he certainly knew of you. When you were captured in that sweep, he was frightened. But Václav Havel assured him that regardless of what they might do to you, you would not talk.”
“But how could he be so certain?” Karla asked, genuinely puzzled.
“Because it would have destroyed the Resistance if you had,” she replied simply. “And since you are incapable of harming your people, he knew that no matter what might be done to you, you would not tell the Russians a thing.” She paused and then said very diffidently, “That’s why he was so pleased when I was selected for this crew.”
“All you girls are married,” Karla noted. “Somehow, I don’t think it’s a coincidence. Is it?”
“No, it’s not,” Connie admitted. “It relates to the price we’re paying to serve—”
“Price you’re paying?” Karla exclaimed. “What do you mean by that? Are you trying to say you’re not being paid today?”
“Of course not,” Connie said looking at Karla as if she had said something very silly. “As a matter of fact, we’re all on vacation, beginning today, for the next three weeks—”
“What’s that mean?” Karla pursued. “Why a three-week vacation for a single flight?”
“They thought it would take at least that long for us to get back in shape,” Connie said softly. Then after looking deeply into Karla’s eyes she added, “I was a little concerned, but now I’m not at all. I just hope and pray that it works.”
“What works?” Karla asked. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I guess you know, Karla, that there was an intense competition to serve you on this flight, don’t you?”
Karla admitted that Mary had said something to that effect as they were boarding the plane.
“Well,” the young woman continued, “I guess it did get fairly hairy. When we get back to Prague today, we each will received 100 lashes with a bullwhip, and then our husbands had to swear to fuck us thoroughly afterward. And that’s in spite of the fact that at least twenty strokes must be in our cunts.”
Karla gasped in horror. “Please tell me you’re kidding!” she exclaimed. “You can’t be serious!”
“I’m very serious, unfortunately,” Connie continued. “You see, Paula Wilhelm ran the whole process. She even had Connie Klaus and Jane Constan there so we could see what it looks like. They each accepted 75 lashes a short time ago, and their whip cuts have only just scabbed over. But when I asked Connie if she would do it again, do you know what she said?”
Karla could only shake her head in horror.
“She said that she would accept another 100 strokes on the spot, if that was necessary for her to maintain her position as a slave in training. But then, dear Queen, when I looked into your eyes today...” The girl just shook her head in wonder.
“What does that mean?” Karla pursued.
“It means that I see a woman who is truly holy. It means that there is at least a small chance that we may ultimately be accepted into The Sisterhood...” the girl replied as her voice trailed away.
Karla exchanged meaningful glances with her sisters and then said, “Well, I suppose you might as well get in shape for this afternoon, then.” Turning to Susan and Catherine she said, “Why don’t you two lie on your backs. Duke and Sheena can work on you two first, and then the two of them can work on Connie.”
The girls didn’t know what to expect but instantly did as they had been asked. After lying on the soft carpet of the cabin, the two tigers began to lick their legs, then their underarms, and finally cleaned up their pubic area. All of the girls had shaved their pubic areas to conform to the way all the girls had theirs, but it was obvious that none of them had ever done it before. The tigers, for their part were having fun. All three of the girls were very beautiful.
Just then the captain’s voice came over the cabin’s PA system. “Welcome aboard, Your Majesty,” he said. My name is Jan Pavel, and I’m the captain today. First, if you check out a window, you’ll see we have some company. There’s an entire Royal Air Force fighter wing under the command of Wing Commander Byron Barker who asks to be remembered to you.”
With a chuckle the Captain added, “Wing Commander Barker tells me that he knows there are two Royal Bengal tigers on board today, so they’re taking no chances. He asked me to tell you that’s the reason for the full wing.”
He paused and then continued, “Our route of flight today is rather strange. A straight shot to Prague from Newcastle would take us over the North Sea. We would make landfall approximately at Bremen and then fly southeast over Dresden to Prague. But that’s not what we’re doing. We are flying south at low altitude for us — just 10,000 feet — to London. We will cross the Channel and then overfly Paris. Incidentally, we have been asked to drop down to only 1,000 feet at Paris. The weather is CAVU there, so that’s no problem. From Paris we will fly due east flying over Luxembourg, Germany, and then into Prague.”
They looked out the windows, and regardless of the direction, they found their plane surrounded by RAF F-15 jet fighters. Mary and Ann realized that it was similar to their flight to the United States earlier in the year. Again, they were set up for a sightseeing flight. To their surprise, the RAF flight did not pull away when they reached the coast, but maintained their formation as they headed toward Paris. No sooner had they reached the French coast, though, when they were joined by a full fighter wing of Mirage jets.
At that point, recognizing they were in French airspace, the RAF fighters maintained their altitude as the 767 descended to 5,000 feet and continued slowly to lose more altitude. The French fighters maintained close cover all the while.
“Your Majesty, the commander of the French fighter wing is Claude Prudhomme,” their pilot announced. “He asked me to tell Princess Mary that he is a Burgundian and asked me to extend his congratulations to Madame la Duchesse du Bourgogne. He added that the video tape of the Princess singing La Marseillaise is the top-selling tape in all of France. He told me that there is a serious effort being made to declare your version to be the official version of the French national anthem. He asked me to tell you that never has it been sung better.”
When they reached Paris, they were very low. Moreover, they had been asked to fly as slow as possible so the captain had his flaps down as they were flying at a speed less than 200 knots. The captain noted that the Mirage fighters, which were designed as high-performance interceptors, were flying at their slowest possible speed and had both flaps and air brakes deployed to work against their engine power.
To their utter amazement, they flew down the Champs Elysées and found it packed with French people waving up at their airplane and obviously cheering. At that point the captain activated a big-screen television set in the front of the plane and transmitted the programming from French National Television. They found it rather strange to be watching a television picture of the plane they were flying in.
As their plane was tracked, there were a series of man-on-the-street interviews. In every case, they were cheering the Queen of Bohemia, but particularly her sister, Madame la Duchesse du Bourgogne. As far as the French were concerned, she was as French as Notre Dame Cathedral.
Finally clearing Paris, they were able to climb to a more comfortable cruising altitude and get back to a more comfortable cruising speed as well. Crossing the Rhine River below Frankfurt, they were joined by a formation of German fighter aircraft. The French turned back toward their base, while the Brits prepared to land at Frankfurt to refuel before returning home.
Close to the eastern border of Germany the captain came back on the cabin’s PA system to announce, “We’re almost home, folks. And, Your Majesty, we have a full wing of fighters from the Royal Bohemian Air Force joining us to welcome you home, and escort us the rest of the way to Prague.”
Looking out the window, Karla felt a lump in her throat seeing the aircraft. Then they began their final approach to Prague. By this time the tigers had finished with all of the girls, and Karla called out softly, “Susie?”
In an instant the sprite materialized before her. Today she was wearing a very lovely formal afternoon dress. In midair she executed a perfect court curtsy and then took Karla’s hand and kissed her finger tips. “How may I serve Your Majesty?” she asked softly.
That was not what Karla had in mind at all. Reaching out, she drew the angel to her and melted her lips against Susie’s tiny ones. This time she unleashed all of her power, trying to convey the tremendous love she had always felt for the sprite, as well as her gratitude for everything Susie had done for her and her family.
For Susie’s part, knowing that resistance would be futile, and that the outcome was a forgone conclusion, she just wrapped her arms around Karla’s neck and felt the joy, love and grace just pour into her body in a flood. In just moments, she was unconscious and Karla just gently stroked her neck and her back.
Finally, Susie recovered and Karla held her away just far enough to be able to look into her eyes. “Are your buns back to normal, yet?” she asked innocently. “Still have an orgasm every time you sit down?”
Susie tried to appear angry but couldn’t even pretend. Instead she just grinned wryly and responded, “Someone has a very big mouth!” Then she added softly, “But I absolutely adore Jack Martin. What he did for me was not to be believed!”
“Susie, could you do me a favor?” Karla asked with her eyes wide. “Some time when Doug’s lying on his back and I’m just quietly fucking myself, would you be willing to warm his chest for him the way you did Jack’s? Jack says that the combination of Samantha and you was utterly beyond belief. And I’ve always wondered if Doug has the sensitivity to pull it off. Want to try?”
To her utter amazement, Susie began to cry.
“What’s wrong, darling?” Karla asked. “What did I do? Did I hurt you in some way?”
The little sprite just slowly shook her head while trying to regain control. Finally she was able to speak and said, “It’s not that at all. Steve has done it to me a couple of times since then, and it’s been unreal. It just felt so great!”
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Ethel's Pa was telling a story. "A man comes into the garage wanting a new horn for his Dodge. The old bulb was torn. Well, we have horns; but they don't fit his brackets..." "What did he want with a horn?" Ma asked. "Dodge cars don't need them. They have 'Dodge, Brothers' written clearly on the front." "Oh, Nellie," Pa said, but -- at least -- he dropped the story. Ethel couldn't decide which was worse, Ma's jokes or Pa's stories. Pa was fascinated by anything mechanical,...
Damn Katherine and her classy fashion sense... Once again my Mother-in-law had a new skirt suit which would work for brunch, mother-of-the-bride or some other fancy occasion, it was simply lovely. Tonight was one of those other occasions. The suit was perfect for the work awards dinner that my wife Veronica has dragged me too. Katherine, on the other hand, who was looking just so, was all too happy to attend. Katherine's suit is simply irresistible to me. The color, the style,...
Let me say right up front that Gunther was definitely not a young man.I knew he had been around the Santa operation at the North Pole long before I arrived with my bright ideas for cost reduction. I was called in to promote increased toy production by the easily distracted Elves. Those little imps preferred being silly rather than busy little workers focused on their quotas like dedicated employees. As a small-sized human male, I was able to relate easily to the female Elves because they liked...
Fantasy & Sci-Fifrom my supernatural~romantic novel set in Regency England from the diary of Betsy Corning, Darlington, England, September 1815 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am undone! I have given into temptation and trod the left-hand path. I did not tarry there long, I yet have a semblance of a conscience. But little good will it do me – I will be punished for it sooner or later. But oh, should any ladies read this, perhaps you, at least, will understand what provocation I had endured and grant me some...
When we entered the dining salon, all conversation stopped. I had changed from my travel clothes earlier, but was still in black. Esther was in a peach colored evening gown. As I said before, she was ravishing. Martha and Hatty walked behind us in their evening gowns. It was plain that everyone wondered who this girl was with the Royal Executioner and the Guild Master for companions. Certainly most of the apprentices and the other Guild members had not met, or been introduced to Esther. None...
“Are the statements, that the Lord Executioner made, true?” the Village Chief demanded sternly. “Yes, Un ... Uncle,” the young man finally answered very quietly. “A week in the stocks,” the Village Chief pronounced, “and the same for those two friends of yours.” The Village Chief then turned to me to apologize. “I am sorry I doubted you, Lord Executioner. It would appear that I need to pay closer attention to what is going on with the workers in the fields.” “An excellent idea,” I replied,...
"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in...
Esther III ? by: TamarainRubber Even though we knew we were going to be late for Lisa's party, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. For the next hour or so we grabbed each other like wild cats in heat. Her breasts heaving and her lungs gasping for oxygen, Esther still found the energy to warn me not to cum. At some point she did pull my cock out from behind my rubber bloomers and shoved every inch into her mouth. The clothes she had dressed me in only made me harder and,...
The next day I was in full Katherine mode from the moment I unlocked her door. I greeted Sunshine just like Katherine did, using the same tone of voice and gestures. Of course Sunshine reacted just she would with her female owner. As soon as I took her for a short walk and fed her, I went straight to my bedroom, well after the prior day I felt so much more comfortable there, I wanted it to be my bedroom. I took a shower and shaved everything again. I didn't know how I was going to...
Hope you like Esther's latest installment! ESTHER FOUR By TamarainRubber I obediently followed Esther down the long narrow hallway that led into an enormous room filled with the sounds of clinking glasses, soft whispers and a bevy of leather-clad women and men dolled up as maids, rubber babies, and crossdressing sluts like me. Strangely enough (and very much to my pleasure), there was little if any evidence of the S&M parties I had only read about, but never...
The front door opened and again Frank came in, a little less dramatically than the day before but no less intimidating to me as I felt timid and weak dressed in my mother-in-laws things. Frank was half expecting me to be dressed as my normal slouchy male self, ready to put a stop to all this, but he was happy when he saw I didn't have the fortitude to do that. He actually smiled at me, "There's my little wife. That dress looks nice on you." I smiled back not knowing what to do, it...
Caroline dumped her books so loudly on the table that it caused Mike to look up momentarily from his laptop.“Hi, Caroline, I take it the tutorial didn’t go so well?”Caroline slumped onto the chair opposite him.“The pompous bitch basically told me to start again.”“Look I know nothing about art, I don’t even know what I like, but I do know that you know your stuff. Why don’t I get you a drink and we can talk about something else.”As Mike placed the two pints of beer down on the table, Caroline...
Fantasy & Sci-FiEsther sat on the side of the road, freezing, she feared that if she didn't find a place to stay soon, she probably freeze to death.Lately life had been pretty fucked up for Esther, both her parents had die before she could barley talk, and this year she had run away, because her foster parents were abusive.She had no one now, and was stranded on the side of the road. Esther picked herself off of the ground and started walking again, until a huge house came in sight. "Warmth." She said, she was...
When Esther had woken up the next morning laying next to Romeo, she almost freaked out, but the all of the memories from the night before flooded into her brain."Oh god." She sat up and looked at Romeo's sleeping figure next to her, his teal hair was tossed about the pillow, and he chest heaved up and down, Damn he is so hot, she thought, I acted kind of crazy last night, her face burned, ugh, what the fuck was wrong with her these days? She felt Romeo's body shift a little and her heart sped...
Esther II By TamarainRubber I had found the woman I had been dreaming about, hoping she would be my lover for years to come. Esther was the first real lady I had encountered who actually seemed to be honest about wanting to share my passions. I prayed that I would not be disappointed. From how she reacted, I didn't think I would be, but I was the planet's biggest skeptic. For the past four hours, Esther made me try on an incredibly sexy collection of female fetish wear that...
Chapter 1 – The Birth of a Goddess Zeke cracked his knuckles and spread out his fingers. They touched the black glass in front of him and the desk lit up. A white keyboard appeared and he started to type on the touchscreen desktop. His fingers bounced around the screen, typing across the keyboard of light. You see, Zeke was a genius beyond his years. He was currently eighteen and in his second year of college. His masterful mind crossed with a youth of video games made him into one of the...
"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said. ..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in this country...
Lesbian“You ready sweetie?” He blinked, as if coming out of a stupor and looked back to her, to Athena, her expression playful, but her body language pressing. It hadn’t been so much of a question as it had been an order. Meekly he looked back at the window, looking through his own reflection to the street outside. They didn’t have far to go, but the short walk from her limo to the Hotel’s lobby was lined by an eager group of camera-toting men, the dreaded paparazzi. “But… The photographers,...
He stood hugging himself tightly, not that it helped keep him warm anymore. The cold had long since seeped so far into him the only thing that kept him from running to find somewhere warm was the fear that, should he leave his spot, he’d return to find it taken and his chance of seeing her, Athena, gone forever. The singer Athena had caught the world by storm, nobody a year ago, the young woman had taken to the celebrity lifestyle like a duck to water and was now breaking records with her...
It was a warm night in Georgia when I arrived for a very special meeting, This was not about business but it was very important to him as he was coming to meet for the first time his internet “friend”. Shannon his friend was a very subservient women who was proud to be just who she was and although for this first meeting they had something a little different in mind to give her master a new experience. What she didn't know was that I had a surprise for her as well, he was a bit of a romantic...
Athena - 1 "Look at that stream! We should stop and go swimming!" Athena exclaimed as we barreled over a small bridge in the work van. I stop the van and put it in reverse and stop again, this time on top of the small bridge. I peer out of the window and gaze upon the stream. The water was crystal clear and as still as glass. I could see an almost perfect reflection of the trees on it's surface. "but we don't have bathing suits..." I responded. My response was flirty in...
Hypothermiaby oggbashan © Copyright Oggbashan April 2003 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.****************I have a fantasy of sharing a bed with two attractive young women preferably naked. Most adult males would share that fantasy. I never expected it to happen or if it...
There was something very special about Athena. I knew it right away from the moment we met. It was more than the fact that her hair framed her face like gilt around the most perfect of portraits. It was more than the fact that she took life as a game and played it. She was carefree without being spoiled. She was innocent without guile. She was unique. It was remarkable, really, that she was so enchanting, so child like, so incredibly unselfish. She had been born into wealth. Her father had...
Clothesline[This story is part of the Leather in Lawnville series.] Clothesline By DuskPetersonYou can tell a lot about a guy from where he shops. Take my friends, who have specialized tastes. Some of them spend their time at the hardware store, while others take an interest in our town's fabric shop, which has needles and pins that make them drool. Still others hang out at the department store, eyeing the cutlery collection. Somehow all of us end up rubbing shoulders at the town's jacket...
“I don't like it” Ian muttered before taking a sip of his jet black coffee. “Don't like what?” Marco asked in between bites of his reheated chicken parmesan. The two sat in one of Athena Corp's many cafeterias. They were chatting over lunch, as they did most days. The talk of fellow co-workers buzzed around them. It was a cacophony of commiseration over the many drastic changes to the corporate hierarchy in recent weeks. “What do you think I'm talking about?!? The shakeup! The layoffs....
Once a upon a time, a long long time ago yesterday in fact. Today I began my plan to catch the elusive one. The one who rescues clothespins from clotheslines. The plan was a simple one to string up 7 clotheslines facing the wind knowing that if she was near that she might hear the cries of the clothespins. Now that the 7 lines were up I just had to wait and hope the wind would do it's job and carry the cries of the clothespins. This quest started years ago when I first put a clothespin on my...