09

Drones did not need sleep, but, when not in use, were often allowed to rest or kept in some sort of ornamental position. Trish, the Earthling droned to assist Princess Cordelia on Earth, currently stood at attention on a small pedestal in her tiny living quarters. The blond’s head tilted slightly to the right, mouth briefly open, eyes lost in the blankness of her mind. Each evening, if not in use, it was her conditioned duty to return to her quarters and wait, frozen in place, for her next instruction.

This was how Princess Isabella wanted all drones. They were ornaments, property, to be displayed. While, of course, they should be cared for, a drone also should be presented and kept as the property they were. As teenagers, Cordelia had been a bit more liberal about this, believing drones could, and should, be kept more humanely. She had always, and still, acquiesced to her lover’s wishes; besides, there would be plenty of nights where Trish could be in bed, in their arms.

At sunrise the next morning, the song inside the blond drone’s mind woke her. Blinking a few times, Trish closed her blue eyes momentarily as a new command was transferred into her mind. She was to serve this morning in the Princesses’ dwelling as their maid. Stepping off of the pedestal, the naked drone walked across the small room and opened her closet. Since drones were primarily kept naked, only a few fetish outfits and pairs of short shorts and t-shirts sat folded on the floor in small crates for each.

Above them hung a row of black collars. She took off the previous days’ collar and snapped on a new one. A letter and number designation which meant nothing to Trish hung from the collar. Placing the first collar in a laundry shoot, Trish watched in amazement as it dematerialized in front of her. To perform her duties, the blond drone did not need clothing. A sense of prudish Earth modesty had been brainwashed out of her long ago.

Hips swaying, she turned and left her room and entered the hallway. The siren song in her mind whispered that she was needed by her Masters. The drone stationed at their door allowed her to pass, quiet eyes admiring the Earthling’s firm and tone body. Inside, distantly, Trish could hear the sounds of Isabella and Cordelia making love. A few minutes of search brought her to their bathroom, where the future Queens were, soaking wet, making love.

“Oh, neat, Trish came when I ‘called’ for her. I forgot how cool that is.” Cordelia exclaimed as she sat down on the back edge of the shower, rubbing her lover’s tanned shoulders.

Isabella grinned and turned, kneeling, to face her lover. “Speaking of coming...” The assertive brunette leaned forward and went down on Cordelia, pushing further in as Cordelia lay back against the wall.

Not sure how to proceed, Trish snapped to attention and waited for instruction while her Masters made love. She passively waited, each and every moan, noise, and movement of them making love to her libido. Properly trained, the blond would wait until they were done. Her pleasure was in service to her Princess.

Cordelia watched Trish waiting as Isabella pleasured her. All the times they could have fucked, hell, could have dated; really, so many opportunities wasted. It would be a nice gesture to have her cheerleading squad brainwashed to be the castle staff. Really, a good thing to do for the drone. Letting out a moan, she imagined the blond drone on her knees, French nails gliding across her thighs, head buried in her pussy. Her focus returned to Isabella as she guided the girl’s head between her legs, screaming as she came moments later.

After observing her lover’s recovery from the floor, Isabella noticed the presence of their Terran drone. The girl had fantastic breasts, nipples rock hard, and was obviously turned on. She stood up, took Cordelia by the hand, and led her to a long table. Sitting down on it, legs hanging over the front, the naked Princess motioned for Trish to stand before them. “Drone, come here.” Cordelia looked over slightly, a little unnerved by the inhumanity of the command.

Trish came to stand before them. Sweat glistened her toned body. Noticing the look Cordelia had given her, Isabella softened her instructions. “Drone, um, Trish, Cordelia looks like she could use a back rub. Why don’t you give her one.” Cordelia looked between her lover and her drone and bit down on her bottom lip.

Moments later, Trish rapidly moved to obey her owner’s command. Grinding up against the back of Cordelia, the blond drone rubbed her shoulders and sensually stroked her back and hair. Large breasts bounced against the Princess’ back as her manicured nails drifted across the neck of her superior. Trish was severely turned on by all of this, but knew she could not touch herself unless specifically commanded by a superior. The desire for release burned inside her, but an even strong desire to please and obey burned brighter.

Eventually, Cordelia commanded the drone to perform the same duties for her lover. Sitting next to each other, as Trish kneaded Isabella’s shoulders, the lovers kissed and explored each other’s very naked bodies. Isabella came, due to the drone’s mechanisms and her lover’s very familiar fingers.

Afterward, Trish mindlessly cooked breakfast for the Princesses and performed other chores as commanded. Hips swaying, she walked to the bathroom and knelt down, ass sticking up, to clean the toilet and under covering of the sink. As she performed these obedient tasks, Cordelia and Isabella prepared for the day. Cordelia would meet her citizens for the first time in a few hours. Well, many, she presumed, she had known before, but that was a long time ago. She would be reintroduced and then there would be a meeting with the kingdom elders to hear her preliminary report on the women and girls of Earth.

Before leaving, Cordelia and Isabella stood before the mirror. Cordelia had begun to attain the slight, sun kissed, tan which most citizens of the kingdom wore. Her green eyes were brought out by the darker complexion. Perky breasts, which she had hid while on Earth, stood out impressively in their medium size. Isabella had always been more busty, but, really, breasts were breasts.

Isabella leaned over, kneaded a nipple, and bit down gently on her lover’s ear. “You look incredible, Cordi.” They kissed and then held each other tight. Holding hands, they began to leave the room, but Isabella stopped. “So, we will meet with the people, and then the elders. All goes right, the process will begin for Us to become Queen of the kingdom. Of course, then we will need to meet with Chosens and Queens of various planets in the Empire...”

Cordelia stopped her lover’s adorable, hyper, ramblings, with a kiss on the mouth. “One thing at a time.” Isabella nodded in agreement.

At the door, Cordelia paused and looked back into the living room. Furrowing her brow, she looked away in thought for a moment before turning back to Isabella, raising one finger, and walking back into the bathroom where she found Trish scrubbing the floor. The drone looked incredibly erotic, dripping in sweat, as she ground a sponge against the floor trying to clean a spot.

Getting her attention, Cordelia watched Trish stand up, soap flying all over, and snap to attention. Her Mistress stood in front of her and ran a hand over the drone’s face. The drone’s eyes followed her Owner’s hand, a deep intensity and excitement at the touch. Gently, Cordelia kissed her on the mouth. “Cum.” she commanded, remembering her favorite way to reward a well behaved drone from her youth.

Trish’s eyes widened for a split second before she withered in place, moaning and then screaming loudly. Cordelia watched for a moment before spinning on her heels and leaving the room. Joining Isabella at the door, they left together and headed to the meeting with the Kingdom’s Elders.