“Very well.” Valen nodded shortly and glanced over at Selena, who looked up at him with wide eyes. “Are you ready for this, little one?”
He might as well have asked, “Are you ready to be put on display and get fucked in public?”
But what could Selena do but nod?
“Yes, Master,” she said in a low voice. “As…as long as you’re with me, I’m ready.”
“Not leaving you, little one,” Valen promised. “I’m right here, I promise.”
“Then, I’m ready.” Selena took a deep breath. “Just let me know when it’s my turn.”
“It will be your turn as soon as Empress the Third finishes her run.” The Major Domo gestured to the catwalk. The third Empress was crawling down it, as sinuous as a cat. She was wearing gold nipple springs with large, brilliant square-cut diamond weights attached to them. They dangled from her medium-sized breasts, sparkling in the lights that lined the catwalk. A diamond and leather harness was attached to her waist and hips and a long, silver phallus was thrusting conspicuously in and out of her open pussy.
Empress the Third was the only “pet” without a Master, as far as Selena could see, anyway. She crawled down the long, lighted walkway alone and then paused at the end, which was rounded and wider than the catwalk. There she reared up, spreading her thighs wide to show herself off to the Emperor.
It was too far away to be for sure, but Selena thought his Highness looked bored. He yawned hugely as Empress the Third jiggled her breasts until the large, square diamonds dangling from her nipples danced.
“Come,” he called loudly. “Do we not have one more pet in this parade?”
Me—he’s talking about me! Selena thought, her heart racing. And then the Major Domo was saying,
“Hurry! You know his Majesty doesn’t like to be kept waiting!” and Valen was taking her cloak and leading her up the steps to the lighted catwalk.
“Come on, little one,” he murmured, as Selena dropped somewhat awkwardly to her hands and knees. “You can do this—we both can. It will be over soon.”
Then he gave a little tug on her leash, which was attached to the ruby and diamond breast harness, and Selena began to crawl.
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She thought later that crawling down the lighted catwalk on her hands and knees by Valen’s side, was the hardest thing she had ever done in her life. The tear-drop rubies dangling from the springs on her erect nipples, tugged at her pink peaks with every step and the thick red phallus slid in and out of her, fucking her deeply and conspicuously.
At least she didn’t have to see the spectators watching her—the lights on either side of the catwalk blinded her, making everything nothing but a hazy golden glow. Selena was glad of that—she was also glad that the catwalk was padded. So at least crawling along like a “pet” didn’t hurt her hands and knees.
Valen walked right beside her, holding her leash, never letting her get ahead of him. His tall, comforting presence was the only thing that allowed Selena to keep going. Without her Master by her side, she couldn’t have done this—she was certain of it.
It seemed to take both forever and no time at all for them to reach the rounded end of the walkway. Selena dared to look up, raising her sight above the blinding lights, and saw that the Emperor and the first two Empresses were sitting there on their golden thrones. Empress the Third was there as well—standing to one side, glaring at her jealously.
Selena looked down again, quickly. She didn’t want to see the spiteful glare of Empress the Third or the lustful leer of the Ma’shorkan Emperor. She just wanted to pretend that it was only her and Valen in the Parade Hall together. Just the two of them, playing out a scene—that was all.
That’s all, she thought, trying to make herself believe it. We’re just playing out a scene, like any Dom and sub might. That’s all this is…
Then she heard Valen murmur, “Now for the hard part, little one. Up on your knees and spread your thighs.”
Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes tight, Selena did as he said. Spreading her thighs wide, she rose up, giving the spectators a good view of her full breasts and the thick, red phallus sliding in and out of her pussy.
Over in a minute—it’ll be over in a minute, she told herself, trying to make herself believe it. But it seemed as though she could feel the Emperor’s eyes crawling greedily over her naked body and she felt as though she couldn’t stand much more of this extreme exposure…
“Very well,” the Emperor’s voice said at last. “We believe we have made a decision as to the winner of this year’s Pet Parade. Will Empress the Third please return to the stage? It is between her and the lovely lady Selena from Earth.”