It might not be so bad, Lisa thought as the small shuttle descended to dock with the large Imperial spaceship. Sure, Queen Jennie was rumored to be cold and cruel, and Lisa had few illusions about why she might have demanded a princess from their little moon for her appeasement, but she was a she, and just that was an improvement over what Lisa's fate could have been, if the Federation had gotten to the moon and conquered it first. She wouldn't have liked to be taken by the Federation's Council of Rulers - everyone knew what they did to their captives. The Empire was the better of the two major powers, locked in battle, and if Lisa's sacrifice meant that the Empire would incorporate and protect her moon, then it was worth it.
Besides, maybe Queen Jennie had a heart underneath her hard exterior, and maybe Lisa would find it, and make her soften, melt her icy heart. Rumor had it that she had been abandoned by her lover many years ago when she was a young woman, and had promised never to love another, but Lisa might prove an exception. She had been told she was very pretty, and she was charming, and friendly, and had a knack with people.
She adjusted her dress - it was the finest she owned, and she'd put it on especially to make a good impression. It was lilac, close-fitting at the chest and bodice, with a loose, flowing skirt. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to straighten it. One of the guards cleared her throat and held out a hand with a hairbrush in it. Lisa couldn't quite see through her mesh helmet, but she thought there was a hint of sympathy on her face. Her fellow guard elbowed her in the side, but Lisa took the brush and ran it through her long hair to get it to stay in place and release any knots that had formed during the journey. She wanted to look her best for Queen Jennie - her future might depend on it.
Queen Jennie was sitting on her throne in the center of the large reception hall as the guards led Lisa in and she knelt in front of the throne. It was made of chrome and platinum, and towered over the room, and in the middle sat Queen Jennie. Lisa looked at the ground, so she didn't see Jennie properly, but what she saw was an impression of a woman with dark brown hair dressed in the blue and brass military uniform of the Empire, loaded with honors.
"Is this what the people of Palladus have seen fit to send me?" Queen Jennie demanded.
"I am Princess Lisa of Palladus, Your Imperial Highness," said Lisa. "I am here on behalf of the people of Palladus to offer our unconditional surrender, and to personally give myself to you as an offering of peace."
"Leave us," Jennie said, gesturing at the guards and servants lining the room.
"Do you know why you're here?" she asked, coldly.
"To serve your wishes, Your Imperial Highness," Lisa replied. "To please you. To serve as tribute from my people and be a safeguard for them."
"That's all just pretty words to mean that you're here to be my sex slave," Queen Jennie said, grabbing Lisa by the chin and lifting her head up, giving her the first proper view of the Queen.
She was an older woman, with streaks of grey in her dark brown hair and lined face, but the lines just made her look distinguished. She wore a military uniform, and it was said she personally commanded the flagship in battle. Looking at her determined face, Lisa could easily believe it.
"Are you a virgin?" Jennie asked.
Lisa licked her lips.
"Yes, Your Imperial Highness," she said, swallowing.
Jennie pushed her away, and she sprawled on the floor.
"I can't abide people who don't know what they're doing," she said.
"I'm a quick learner," Lisa said. "I'm sure I'll please you, if I'm given a chance."
Jennie gave her a scornful look.
"You don't look like you're made of much," she said. "Even that pretty dress can't hide that you're virtually a babe in arms."
"I'm old enough," Lisa couldn't help but respond snappily, then bit her lip and looked at the floor of the spaceship, gleaming chrome that reflected her red cheeks. "Forgive me, Your Imperial Majesty," she said. "I meant no disrespect."
"Come here," Jennie ordered, and Lisa looked up to see her gesturing at her lap. She wasn't quite sure what she was meant to do - did Jennie meant for her to sit in it, or what? With a huff, Jennie pulled her up and positioned her so she was lying across her lap, her legs dangling off the edge of the throne, and Lisa realized what was about to happen a second before Jennie pulled up her skirt and down her panties and landed a sharp slap on her ass.
"I don't allow my slaves to backchat me," she said, as her hand came down repeatedly on Lisa's ass, stinging at first, the burning as she didn't let up. Lisa bit her lips to keep from crying out, but eventually the instinct overcame her, and each slap drew a small cry from her.
"I'm sorry," she cried. "I didn't mean it, I'm sorry."
Eventually the hits let up, and Lisa reached forward a hand to wipe the tears from her eyes.
"Get off," Jennie said, and Lisa crawled down to kneel in front of the glossy throne again. "Don't talk back at me again," she warned.
"No, Your Imperial Highness," Lisa said. "I will be good, I promise."
"It's you who will suffer if you're not," Jennie said, sounding unconcerned. She stood up to unbutton her uniform pants, pulling them down before sitting back down and spreading her legs.
"Have you ever pleasured yourself?" she asked, and Lisa coloured, but nodded.
"Then I presume you know how to find the clit?"
Lisa nodded again.
"Yes, Your Imperial Highness," she said.
"Good. Lick it."
Lisa hadn't realized that she'd be called on to perform sexual favours the very first time she met the Queen - she thought she'd have some time to settle in first, but clearly, Jennie was not the type who liked to wait.
Jennie was wet and tasted ever so slightly sweet. Lisa had often wondered what it would be like, to give someone head, and she had fantasized about burying her head in someone else's cunt or having someone bury their face in hers. Of course, when she had imagined it, it had been of her own free will, with someone she loved, not because she had to. But even so, the idea that she was actually licking someone's cunt, not just daydreaming about it, sent a thrill up her spine and gave her a tingle in her lower belly.
Lisa's tongue found the little nub that was her clit with her tongue and started licking it as instructed. Jennie pulled her legs up onto the throne to give Lisa better access, and soon she let out a deep breath. Lisa took that to mean she was doing well, and gently applied some more pressure, eliciting a breathy moan. She circled the clit with her tongue and was rewarded by Jennie's hands on her head, pushing her further and deeper in. Her moans were coming closer and closer, and she arched her hips to meet Lisa's tongue, until her legs twitched and she groaned loudly in the empty throne room. She pulled Lisa's head away from her cunt, breathing heavily, and yanked her up by the hair. Her eyes were glassy, and her pupils wide.
"How did you like your first taste of pussy, Princess?" Jennie asked, and Lisa looked at her with wide eyes.
"That was..." she trailed off, not able to describe it fully.
"Ready for more?"
It didn't matter if Lisa was or not, and they both knew it, but she still nodded.
Jennie pushed a button to reveal a compartment in the side of her throne and pulled out a dildo from the overflowing tray that slid out. Lisa tried to get a view of what else was there, but the tray retreated too quickly. She didn't really want to reflect on what it said about Queen Jennie that she had a secret compartment specifically for sex toys in her throne. She strapped the dildo to her cunt.
"Come here," she said, and Lisa stood up. Even though Jennie had her pants down, and Lisa was fully clothed, she still felt oddly exposed and vulnerable in front of the powerful woman. Jennie ran her hands over the smooth silk of Lisa's dress.
"That really is a pretty dress," she purred. "Did you wear it specially for me?"
"Yes, Your Imperial Majesty," Lisa said.
"It looks good on you. I want you to fuck yourself on my cock while wearing this dress."
Lisa swallowed. She wasn't sure if she was more scared, or more turned on, but she climbed up into Jennie's lap on her throne and lowered herself down on the strap-on. It twinged a little, as she'd been told her first time would unless she was properly wet and well-prepared, and she closed her eyes against the pain. But Jennie wasn't about to let her do this gently, and she thrust her hips up, sending another wave of pain through Lisa - although it was also a bit tingly and pleasurable, and she threw her head back and cried out, clamouring to hold herself onto the throne so she didn't slide off Jennie's lap. Jennie ran her hands up and down Lisa's body, burying them in the silky cloth, tugging at the dress and caressing Lisa through it. She kept thrusting her hips, and soon Lisa found a rhythm where she could meet her thrusts with her own. The sensations made her slick up, and the pain/pleasure divide mellowed into something that was more pleasure than pain, even though the slight ache of having something slightly too big for her cunt filling her up never quite subsided. She keened and moaned, feeling the electricity build up inside her until it shot through her body, making her jerk and twitch on Jennie's strap-on, and she rode her orgasm until it subsided.
She panted heavily as she came down from her orgasm, but Jennie kept up the steady pace of her thrusting, still rubbing the cloth of her gown between her fingers, until Lisa whimpered and cried from the overstimulation of it. Only then did she slow down and let Lisa slip off, aching in both her ass and her cunt.
She hit another button without so much as another glance at Lisa and the same two guards who had escorted her up from Palladus came to retrieve her.
"Did I do well, Your Imperial Highness?" Lisa couldn't help but ask, as she got to her feet to be led out of the room. "Did I please you?"
Jennie hummed.
"You have quite a bit to work on before you'll truly please me, but I guess Palladus is safe for now. If you stop bothering me."
She still didn't look at Lisa, opening another compartment on her throne to pull out a large stack of documents, and Lisa realized that their encounter hadn't meant anything to Jennie. It had been a fun way to relieve some pressure, that was all. Any dreams she had of winning the Ice Queen's heart melted away, and she resigned herself to the lonely, cold, and empty future ahead of her.