“Mmm, I’d like that, Yorbus.” Empress the Third smiled at him flirtatiously. “And my foolish husband none the wiser! Come, roll on your back and let me mount you.”
“As my lady wishes.” Yorbus gave her a lecherous smile and rolled over so that she could swing a leg over his hips and grasp his erection, which was standing up stiff between his thighs.
“But what about me, my lady?” Gonadal asked plaintively as he watched the Empress sink down onto the other guard’s thick shaft. “Do I have to wait until Yorbus has had his turn?”
“Of course not, Gonadal.” Empress the Third threw him a flirtatious look over her shoulder. “Come fill my ass, while Yorbus fills my pussy—I want you both at once!”
“As my lady wishes, so I shall do,” Gonadal growled. He came up behind her, his dick in his hand, and—with a long, slow thrust—entered her back entrance.
“Mmm…ohhh…Gods, it feels so good to be filled at last!” Empress the Third moaned, moving between them. “The Emperor has such a tiny little prick and it’s always so soft and limp I can barely feel it at all—nothing like my two favorite guards!”
There was another muted gasp from the courtroom. Selena glanced at the Emperor again—his face was even darker and both his mouths were snarling. Then her eyes were dragged back to the screen where the pornographic scene was still playing out.
“We are always here to service you, if his Highness cannot manage to get it up, my lady,” Gonadal assured her.
“Yes, my Empress, we’ll fuck your ass and pussy anytime,” Yorbus groaned from beneath her.
“Only if… the two of you take care of… Empress the Fourth,” the Empress panted. “Do you promise? Oh, yes, Yorbus—deeper!”
“We…we promise, my Empress,” Gonadal huffed. “We’ll push her…the first chance we get.”
“Yes—Empress the Fourth is…as good…as dead,” Yorbus swore, thrusting hard.
“Good—then you may fuck me all night long. I have retired to my room with a ‘headache’ and His Highness, Emperor Limp Dick, won’t expect me until breakfast tomorrow!” Empress the Third laughed at her own cleverness and then moaned again. “Oh, deeper—deeper!”
At that moment, Valen froze the scene and turned to the Magistrate.
“As your Justness can see, this vid is time-stamped as the day before Empress the Fourth took her fateful trip to the mountains and subsequently fell to her death,” he said calmly. “I submit to you that this evidence shows that the guards Gonadal and Yorbus planned to murder her—at the behest of Empress the Third—who was also the holo-call they made at the spaceport before framing my client and dragging her to your court to accuse her of crimes she did not commit.”
For a long moment, the Magistrate didn’t seem to know what to say. He was still staring in surprise at the frozen 3-D image of the Empress locked in a ménage à trois with the two guards.
“Well…” he said at last and cleared his throat. “This is…certainly compelling evidence…”
“Compelling?” the Emperor roared. He rose from his throne-chair—which the bearers sat down hastily—and marched to the front of the courtroom. “Compelling? It is damning!” He rounded on Empress the Third, who was still struggling between the two male attendants and stabbed a finger at her. “Not only were you cuckolding me with those two idiots, you had my beloved fourth Empress murdered! You little bitch!”
Somehow, Empress the Third had managed to work down the black and white scarf wound around her mouth.
“No, your Majesty, it is a lie!” she wailed. “This evidence is all fabricated! I swear it!”
“I’ve had enough of your lies,” the Emperor snarled. Up until now, Selena had always thought he was spoiled and foolish. But he was quite a large man and now that he was enraged, he was also rather frightening.
“No, your Highness, please!” Empress the Third moaned.
“Shut up!” the Emperor growled. He glared at the Magistrate. “You—Magistrate—what sentence did you order for the innocent Selena Bates?”
“I…I ordered that she m-must serve one h-hundred thousand lifetimes of h-hard labor,” Magistrate Harsher stuttered. Clearly he was scared out of his wits—possibly because he’d been about to send an innocent person away to prison, Selena thought with satisfaction.
“As you have already handed down a sentence, someone must serve,” the Emperor growled. He pointed at Empress the Third. “She shall be sent away at once, in Selena’s stead. Take her to the holding cell—I don’t wish to see her face or hear her voice ever again!”
“No, please! Your Majesty, please!” wailed Empress the Third, but she was already being dragged away by two burly Court guards.
The Emperor rounded on the two palace guards. Gonadal and Yorbus were cowering on the marble bench beside the Prosecutor, who had taken pains to distance himself from them as much as possible, Selena saw.
“And as for you two…” the Emperor growled, glaring at them.