08

Later that day, Cordelia and Isabella lay in bed. Being on another planet, her planet, had seriously thrown off the Cordelia’s internal body clock and, after making love to her future wife all afternoon, it had been extremely difficult to stay awake. They’d slept for a few hours, until one of their cats climbed into bed and woke them. Afterward, the future Queens began to talk. Isabella filled her in on what friends from their teenage years were up to and important moments in the past few years of the Empire. Cordelia idly kneaded her lover’s breasts underneath the covers.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Cordelia looked to Isabella, who shrugged. “Enter,” she loudly proclaimed. The door slowly swung open to bring Trish into the room. The Earth drone was glammed up with perfect makeup, teased hair, and a soft, extremely sexy, docile, and eager, expression on her face. The girl was naked, without even shoes. Cordelia wasn’t sure the last time she had seen her former roommate without a pair of heels on. She might, noting in her mind, have to bring that Earth custom to the Empire’s drones.

“Trish!” Cordelia exclaimed as she jumped out of bed, landing awkwardly on the floor, and ran over to the drone and hugged her tightly. Trish returned the hug, relived to see the excitement on her Owner’s face. The princess took a step back and admired the incredibly toned and shapely drone. “You wore your hair like that night when...”

Trish softly smiled. “When Trish was named head cheerleader, Ma’am.” Finally being able to address her superior correctly sent a chill down the girl’s spine. “That night, you made a big deal about how pretty Trish looked. Trish remembers you had been crying a lot that week.”

“That was the week I was betrayed by my advisor.” Lisa. She’d look great standing at attention next to Trish. On her knees next to Trish. Permanently under Trish. As Trish’s slave. Later!

Trish took a hesitant step forward, which Cordelia did not stop. Behind her princess, she saw Isabella quietly observing the happy reunion. Her other princess smiled and nodded her approval to the drone. “You had been very sad and when Trish came out of the bathroom, your eyes lit up, everything changed about you, Ma’am.”

“You looked incredible. I mean,” Cordelia waved her hand towards the drone’s body. “Shit, you always look amazing, but especially that night. You were perfect. It made me wish you weren’t straight.” She paused, considered her statement, and nodded. “I guess you aren’t straight, are you?”

Trish smiled. “Trish proud to embrace her nature as a lesbian, Ma’am. She was lied to many times on Earth, told she had to please men, sleep with men. She only did it in order to further serve you, Ma’am.” Eagerly, she looked to her Mistress for praise.

Cordelia nodded, stroking the girl’s face with a hand. “Good girl.” She paused at the delicate, and very feminine, shudder Trish let out. That was fucking hot. “It is an honor to have had you watch over me, take care of me when I needed it, and be my friend when no one else would.” She looked down for a moment, eyes misty in remembrance. “A lot of times, you were my only friend.”

Trish frowned at her princess’ tears. “Trish loves you, Ma’am! She was proud to be your friend. Her friends would often have to fake that she did not like you, when, in fact, Trish loved you, Ma’am!” With that, Cordelia and Trish hugged tightly. They embraced for a long minute. Cordelia buried her head in the drone’s shoulder.

Pulling away, Cordelia leaned forward again and kissed the drone on the mouth. Trish returned the kiss and they made out briefly. This time it was Trish who cried. At her Owner’s concerned, but bemused, look, she spoke. “Trish has wanted to do that for four years, Ma’am. It was her dream.”

Cordelia smiled and kissed the girl again. “I might’ve jilled off to you once, or twice, a week. On nights when you would kind of casually come out of the bathroom naked before bed,” she gave the girl a once over, “All dripping and tanned and so fucking girlie. It was incredibly erotic. I couldn’t help myself but frak off to you.”

Trish, clearly excited by the prospect, hugged her Owner again. “That is Trish’s duty in life, to be pleasing to to you and Princess Isabella at all times. In all things.”

Cordelia smiled and casually ran a finger over the girl’s right nipple. For the first time, she felt a great responsibility for the girl. “Yes, that is certainly very true. I want you to never displease or disobey me or Isabella. Because if you don’t, I want you by our sides for the rest of our lives.”

Isabella came up besides Princess and drone. “I was hoping you’d say that. I took it upon myself to have Trish assigned to us already. From watching the two of you, I could tell there was something special, even if Trish couldn’t really show it.”

Cordelia turned to her lover. “Oh, yeah, by the way; seriously, why Trish? Any reason?”

Isabella grinned at her lover. “Well, you’d always had a thing for tan, busty, drones. Hey, remember that one...I think we sold her off to another planet in the Empire...”

Cordelia put a hand up, not wanting to relive that part of her adolescence. “Fine.” She turned to look at the drone, genuine feelings in her eyes. “I am so happy to have you as our private drone.” She leaned in and kissed Trish, who eagerly returned it. “Wow,” Cordelia began, that was as good as I thought it would be.” They kissed again, Cordelia kneading one of the drone’s ample breasts, until Isabella coughed loudly behind them.

“This is really, really, hot. However, tonight the two of you can play out your masturbatory fantasies.” She paused, as Princess and drone exchanged a naughty glance at each other. “Right, so anyway, why are you here this morning Trish? Did you have a message for us?”

Trish blinked a few times. “Yes, Sir. Trish was—”

Cordelia interrupted the girl. “Wait, ‘Sir’?”

Isabella smiled proudly. “Yep! Ma’am is so fucking girlie. Like, I should be wearing a latex outfit and have a whip or something corny like that.”

Cordelia stared at her lover for a long moment before grinning herself. “I like that!” She came over to her and kissed the Princess. Then, she turned to Trish. “Trish, I would like to be addressed as ‘Sir’ as well.”

“Yes, Sir.” Trish blinked a few times. “Trish will make sure all drones are updated, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Cordelia run a hand over the drone’s face. “So, what is the message?”

“Sir,” Trish stopped and looked to both Princesses, “the Queen has requested both of you appear before her this morning. Her Majesty expects you within the hour.”

“Mom.” Cordelia raised her eyebrows. The Queen, who had taken her in after her mothers had tragically passed away. The same Queen who prompted her to fall in love with her own daughter. “Um,” she began, looking towards Isabella, “we should go see the Queen.”

Isabella noted the expectant look on her love’s face. “Yes, we should go now for sure. Mother will be so happy to see you.” The future Queen stepped in front of Cordelia. “Soon, she will stand down so they we may stand up.” She walked over to Trish and patted the drone on the bottom. “Trish, please clean up our breakfast and begin putting together a list of drones suitable to serve in our castle.”

Isabella looked to Cordelia, smiling, “I kind of forgot to do that.” Cordelia rolled her eyes.

“Yes, Sir.” Trish immediately went to work cleaning up their morning meals, but also picking up assorted clothing, books, and other miscellaneous items she found on the floor. Her movements were precise, yet very soft and feminine. It gave her great joy to be able to finally perform her duties.

Taking a similar form of transport to the one that brought them to this planet from Earth, Cordelia and Isabella arrived in a large bedroom, which Cordelia immediately recognized as her childhood room. Slowly, with Isabella standing a bit behind her, she walked around the room as memories flooded back to her at each stop. The bed reminded her of the first time they made love as teenagers. A formal outfit in the closet brought back memories of their dances in school and entertaining, in many ways, the daughters of ambassadors from other Cyber Queens.

After some time waiting in silence as Cordelia re-accumulated herself to these surroundings, Isabella touched her gently on the bottom of her back. “I kept it the way you left it. I wanted you to have something familiar to return to when you came back.”

Cordelia turned around and hugged her lover. “Thank you.” They kissed. Her attention was drawn to a card left on the dresser. She closed her eyes as more memories came back to her. “This is the card,” she paused at Isabella’s delight as the future Queen remembered as well, “you gave me at our senior dance in school.” The redhead opened it up and began to read to the note Isabella had left.

Isabella hugged Cordelia tightly. “I love you so much,” she whispered into her lover’s ear. Suddenly, she flew out of Cordelia’s arms and, grabbing her arm, headed towards the door. “We have to go see the Queen!” Opening the door, they found a drone passively waiting for them. The drone, a stunning redhead from Earth, nodded to her future Queens and turned to begin walking the corridors of the royal castle.

As they walked, Cordelia remembered little bits and pieces about each hallway. A door which led to the room where she instructed a drone for the first time. The basement door to where they first kissed. Finally, the doorway to the Queen’s throne room brought back the biggest memory of all.

Cordelia was an adolescent when her mothers died. She could remember waiting at the door of the throne room, nervous, scared, of what would happen to her. Orphans were taken care of, normally, but there had been rumors in her school about those who couldn’t find a home being turned into drones. Now, Cordelia was being interviewed by the Queen! She entered, trying to be brave, and got her first glimpse of Isabella, standing off to the side, wearing a suit jacket a bit too large. They made eye contact and a weird feeling, they would admit to each other later, went through both of them. It was love at first sight.

Back in the present, Isabella stood with her in almost the same place they had first met. This time, her blazer fit much better, but still looked really tomboyish and sloppy. It wasn’t possible for Cordelia to find Isabella sexier. Two teenage, and very eager looking, drones in tank tops and shorts, approached them.

The two drones snapped to attention as Trish came into the room, with the Queen right behind her. The drones stared vacantly forward across the room, which, since it allowed them to stare into each other’s eyes, left them eying each other. Trish walked to her Owners and curtsied very low, which showed an impressive amount of cleavage. “Sirs, the Queen will see you now.”

The Queen stepped onto her small throne and sat down. Dressed pretty casually for royalty, in a tight, snug, turtleneck and a ankle length skirt with boots, the older Matron smiled at her daughter and then froze at the appearance of Cordelia. Silver hair flowed down her back and scrunched against her body as Cordelia buried herself in the Queen as they embraced tightly and intimately.

“Dear Cordelia, you are back with us.” Cordelia buried her head above the crevice between her adapted mother’s breasts. Openly sobbing, and very aware of how emotional she had been since returning, Cordelia let out the rest of the deep seeded emotions which had built up in her. The Queen, always so attuned to Isabella’s future wife’s feelings,

Isabella stood with the drones who waited at attention. The close relationship Cordelia had always had with her mother brought her great joy. It was such a blessing on many levels to reunite them before the Queen abdicated the throne to them. To the side of the Queen’s throne, the newcomer Trish waited at attention, mindless devotion mirrored in her eyes. The Earth girl had been very good to Cordelia. She would prove a valuable ally and personal assistant. Maid. Sex Slave. Oh, a bit of each at once. The girl’s shapely body and complete, docile, obedience to her superiors certainly helped as well.

Finally, Cordelia stepped back and sat down on a chair to the right of the Queen. Isabella sat in the left side chair, with Trish standing behind her. A long, pregnant, moment passed before anyone spoke. It was Cordelia who breached the silence. “So, you’re stepping down?”

Her adopted mother smiled. “Oh, dear, I am nearing 300 years old. It’s time someone younger ruled for a few hundred years.” Inhabitants of the Empire, and those from outside given treatment, had proven virtually immortal at this point. They still aged, to an extent, but this was dramatically slowed. “I think I will take a few years off with a house full of nubile young drones to amuse myself for awhile.” She turned toward Trish. “Do you like that one?”

Cordelia nodded. “She was a cherished ally for my 4 years in college. I couldn’t figure out exactly why,” she laughed, “but now it makes more sense.” The redhead turned to her mother. “Thank you for giving me company. Even when I didn’t know it, she was working to help and guide me.”

“Trish wasn’t the only one,” the Queen began, “there were also others on your campus and in the local settlement, err, community. City?” She mentioned the name of Cordelia’s counselor, which led to raised eyebrows from her adopted daughter.

“Ms. Gonzalez really pushed me to befriend Trish.” Cordelia laughed. A sudden realization made her point a finger, in mock accusation, at Isabella. “That women lived in blazers. She was so fucking girlie but dressed like...like you.” She pointed again. “You totally did that on purpose!”

Isabella smiled and laughed. “Guilty as charged. I left a few other clues. That very nice Arab girl you had a bunch of class with for your Philosophy minor who chopped her hair off, conveniently, after you suggested a few times she’d look nice that way. And then was your lover for awhile. Pretty eager to please, so dutiful and helpful.” Isabella grinned proudly. “That was so me.”

“Sayhra.” Cordelia remembered the beautiful olive skinned girl, who’d already left for graduate school. They’d bonded after Cordelia led the club expulsion hearing for two young women in the GLBT society who had defaced the Muslim society’s banner at club day over a misunderstanding over their views on women. Sayhra had personally came to thank her and, a few hours of talking later, buried to face in Cordelia’s pussy, those deep green, obedient, eyes staring up at her eagerly.

“I’m sure,” their mother began, “there will be plenty of time for this later.” She nodded and motioned for her daughters, maternal and adopted, to stand before her. “Both of you will be such wonderful Queens. I will be standing down so you may stand up.”

Neither Cordelia or Isabella had noticed, but the other drones in the room, Trish included, had left and were now returning with a few other important political figures and friends of the future Queens. Cordelia waved at a childhood friend. Food and drink was brought into the room and a party began.

The Queen shrugged “oh, by the way, I probably should have mentioned we’re having a state dinner tonight.”

Cordelia looked to the Queen, and then to Isabella, who laughed, and then shrugged. “I see where Isabella got it from.” With that, All three women were escorted to their seats by Trish and another nameless drone.