Free The Queen Slave by Savannah Reardon

them had Neenah’s closed mind reeling. Being Queen of a neutral planet had pretty much ensured Neenah’s isolation and she had little knowledge of species other than humanoids, outside of the Nargs who Neenah had known about because of their proximity to her planet.
    Neenah still had a few more videos to watch when the door slid open and Keera entered. “There should be a document showing up on the main screen now that says ‘TEST’. Open it up and answer the questions to the best of your ability. It only covers the information that you got to, so you do not have to worry about something being on there that you had not seen or read about yet. Do this as quickly as possible. Master expects it to be done before lights out.”
    Keera left the room, and Neenah instructed the computer to go back to the main page. Sure enough, there was an icon for the test and it was even flashing. She opened it and began to take the test.
    Finishing up just as Keera entered the room; Neenah closed the lap top and handed it over to her.
    “It’s almost time for lights out. If you did not do satisfactorily, you will find out in the morning,” Keera said as she carried the lap top out the door.
    Neenah could almost swear that she had seen a sneer on Keera’s face. She did not understand that because she thought that Keera liked her. She definitely liked Keera. Hopefully her tired eyes were playing tricks on her, and she did not see what she thought she had.
    The next morning, she was awakened by Master’s voice sounding over the intercom. “Come to the training room Neenah,” was all that he said.
    She traveled down to the training room, making sure to bow her head slightly when she entered so that she would not be looking Master in the face.
    “Go sit over there on the bench. I will be with you as soon as I finish with Nylia. You may watch if you would like.”
    Neenah sat as instructed and looked over to see Nylia being intricately bound with rope. Master’s expert hands wove the rope around Nylia’s body, surrounding her breasts with loops of rope until they stood out from her body, engorged with blood. The rope was then passed between her legs, snuggling up firmly between her pussy lips, a knot pushing into her clit.
    Once he finished tying her upper body, he attached her rope to a hook that was suspended from the ceiling. A remote control allowed him to pull the hook back towards the ceiling causing Nylia to rise into the air. After her feet were a few inches off the floor, the hook ceased its rise, and Master bent each of Nylia’s knees, tying her ankles and attaching them to the rope that bound her hands behind her back.
    Neenah watched with morbid fascination as Master began attaching wooden clips all around each nipple and then onto her pussy lips. Neenah wondered what on Anthar Nylia had done to deserve such a punishment.
    Master stood back and studied his work, checking to make sure all ropes and clips were secure before heading in Neenah’s direction. Neenah quickly bowed her head, so as not to be disciplined for looking Master in the face.
    “Come here Neenah and get up in the chair,” Master directed, pointing her to the reclining chair she had been strapped into on her first day. She got up in the chair and was once again restrained
    “Today marks the end of your training. You did better than any other slave that I have ever owned; therefore, I am making you my primary. Because you have passed your training, you are to be given the symbols showing that you belong to me. All of my slaves bear the mark of my insignia. You will also bear the symbols that show you are my primary.”
    Master walked away, leaving Neenah to wonder what he meant by ‘marked’. She was left there in the chair for a short time and could hear Nylia whimpering in the background. Shortly afterward, a woman wearing a white nursing uniform came through the door and over to where Neenah was restrained.
    “It is time to get your genital area