3: A Seriously Uncomfortable Ride

After the King has chosen two Potentials to court, the Mistress had hurried to get all of them into the King's carriage. She had apologized and promised to see them in a week when the Academy was properly prepped for a royal training.

Cleo and Poppy were hustled into a long limo behind Mallory and Lily and the First Queen and her personal. The First Queen was still naked and her personal was also naked and still, Cleo peered closer, attached to her Mistress. Cleo and Mallory sat on the bench and their personals kneeled on their cushions near their feet.

The King finished talking to the Mistress before climbing into the limo himself. His smile was all teeth when he said, "Sorry for the delay ladies. I just needed to make sure everything would be in order for our return."

Cleo and Mallory looked at each other. The Mistress had not explained what would happen.

"My King, where are we going?" Cleo asked, not sure how to address him.

The King tutted, "You are not supposed to speak until spoken to. Do you not know the laws of the hierarchy?"

Cleo mutely shook her head. "I'm sorr-"

"Clearly someone still needs to learn." He leaned over and fished a small black bag out of a compartment. "I was really hoping I wouldn't have to get this out. Now I will be lenient because I know you won't officially learn the rules until after your training but some things can't be tolerated. You will lean the important rules this week. Consider this your first lesson: do not talk until you are spoken to and those ranking higher than you have declined to speak for you."

The King pulled out a small clip and stood to walk to Cleo. The limo expanded upwards to accommodate his large frame as he strode over to her. He waved his hand and the leather seat belts flew out to pull her legs apart. Cleo looked around at the other women in the car but no one would be meet her eyes expect the First Queen. She just shook her head at Cleo as her personal helped her slip on a robe.

When the King brushed a finger over the skin of her inner thigh, Cleo's focus immediately came back to him and all of her attention was on that finger as he stroked it up and down her thigh getting closer and closer to where she had started drip.

"It's such a shame. I was looking forward to enjoying to your company, but it likes you'll have to be punished instead."

He abruptly stopped stroking and there was a sharp pinch on Cleo's clit. She looked down to see a tiny black hood attached.

The king backed away with a wicked smirk, "This will be your punishment until we get where we are going. Then, we'll see if you'll be a good girl for the rest of the trip."

He sat back down next to the First Queen. "That little toy will keep you from breaking any rules, especially the big three. At the end of this trip, we'll have a little quiz and see if you," He gestured to the women settled on the seats," can think of the rules."

He then looked down to speak to the personals who were kneeling on the floor on cushions placed out for them and rubbed his hands together, "Now, let's have some fun!"

An hour later, Cleo was squirming in agony. Mallory and the First Queen had each screamed out at least one orgasm while their personals licked them. The King was lounging at the back of the limo with a slave he had gotten out of another compartment. She had been untucked and was now "helping" him maintain his erection. Over her head, the King threatening cracked his whip near the backs of the personals whose tongues were slowing down.

Cleo was being keep right on the edge. Every time she tried to throw herself over, the toy on her clit would hmm and Cleo could feel the climax pulled out of her before she could experience it.

The limo rolled to a stop and as if they were cued, all the personals immediately stopped and moved back to their cushions. The King stood and flicked his fingers at Cleo. The toy popped off her with a final pinch and flew to his hand. He looked at it and laughed, "You poor thing, you got so close so many times. Based on your reactions here, I think we will have fun this week!"

The King tucked the toy into his pocket and smiled. "Now, get dressed! Our first stop is an auction!"

The First Queen stood up and then Mallory and Cleo followed suit. All three slipped out of their robes and dress and held out their arms. Poppy tightened Cleo's corset and then pulled a dress over her head. The dress fell to the floor but the bodice was cut open to reveal Cleo's breasts. Horrified, Cleo looked around to see if there were any other pieces of clothing that were missing but all she saw was another black package and the king swinging a pair of scissors. He gestured at the bag with the scissors and Cleo brought it up to her face. Mallory was holding a similar bag but her dress was cut just above her nipples. "You can see that Mallory's behavior has, so far, been exemplary so she has not lost the right to keep herself covered."

Cleo opened the bag to see a pair of nipple coverings and a sparkly barrette. Poppy took both from her and put the barrette in her hair first. Cleo's hair was a mess from her thrashing but Poppy managed to brush it to look semi controlled. The nipple coverings were harder, but the King graciously offered his help. He plumped Cleo's breasts up which made her nipples pebble as soon as he touched her. Poppy was then cover to cover them, but as a final touch the King had put tassels on the pasties.

He stepped back to admire all three of the women. The First Queen looked regal in her black gown and black crown. Mallory had a white dress on that matched Cleo. Hers had a higher neckline, but both were mostly transparent as soon as the King clapped his hands for the interior lights to come on. Cleo could see the dark shadow of Mallory's nether curls as she spun to see the back of the dress. It dipped nearly to her tail bone.

Cleo assumed her dress matched because as the King put his hand on her back to escort her out, his hand was on her bare skin.

"Stay here, personals! We'll be back much much later!" The King said cheerily as he escorted his Queen and the potentials our the limo and up the steps of the Auction House.