Chapter 21

Twenty years later...
Warhammer Palace,
Akron, Imperial Capital

“What does your class think of their tour of Warhammer Palace, Mrs. Stromberg?” I asked the schoolteacher from Keith Ballard High School, my former high school that was renamed after my old man.

“They seem to enjoy it, no doubt of that. It probably doesn’t hurt that there are naked and half-naked lads and ladies everywhere they turn. And lots of sculptures and portraits of naked and half-naked lads and ladies, for that matter. This is history in person, in real, genuine, three-dimensional life. Your Majesty, I would be lying if I didn’t admit to finding it ... rather stimulating to be here myself. And not just for the history,” the teacher winked at me now.

“And your husband, Mrs. Stromberg, what would he think of all of this? Would he find it equally ... stimulating?” I pried into the pretty Swedish lady’s marriage.

“Oh, Anders? Let me assure Your Majesty that we have a true, newfangled marriage, down the line. We’ve swapped, swung, tried out stag/vixen, hotwifing, threesomes, foursomes, orgies, and all that jazz. I’ve been raw dogged by several men while my husband watched, himself fresh from another woman’s gash.

“A married woman at that, whose husband watched her with Anders! We’re not old-fashioned or prudish at all. Sure, we both get jealous at times, that’s part of the human psyche, but we’ve learned to control it as proper citizens of the new society. Before you ask, yes, I’ve slept with some students of mine, of both sexes, but so has he. We’ve had some threesomes with babysitters, too,” Mrs. Stromberg confided in me as we both ogled one of her students.

The student in question was sixteen, female, and clearly Asian. She had smallish, but decent breasts, a firm, if pale ass, and a narrowish waist as well as slightly longish legs. All in all, her build was somewhat athletic, but not too much so. She didn’t have tan lines because she had no real tan. She also made a point of not wearing any underwear, which was clear once she flashed me her delectable bum.

“Who is that, Mrs. Stromberg?” I asked the teacher about the student that we both clearly desired.

Just then, the student turned her head just enough to catch us and winked at both of us. She just happened to touch her own toes right then, exposing more of her bottom and her legs to us. She stayed put and let me see that she shaved her pussy bald as could be and had a tattoo with a warhammer on her right buttock. What the hell?

“Oh, her? She’s Petra Thanh. Her grandmother came from Vietnam, she has an Austrian father, but she’s lived here all of her life. Call me ‘Sonja,’ by the way. Any man flirting with me while perving on the teacher’s pet definitely deserves to be on a first-name basis with me ... especially the most powerful man in the world. A demigod no less! The Emperor Sebastian I himself! And you’ve been quite the cordial host to boot!” the teacher let her Swedish accent come out a little thicker.

“Well, let’s see if you can spend the night here, maybe invite Anders to tag along. Plenty of girls to keep him company, not to mention a bum boy and a sissy or two. Maybe we can convince Petra to join us as well,” I grinned while the students continued to peruse the Sacred Gallery in the Warhammer Palace.

“If you two want to fuck me, just say so,” Petra declared rather loudly as she walked toward us, “because I can promise you this much, Your Majesty and Mrs. Stromberg, I badly want to fuck both of you ... and the Empress ... and High Priestess and Mr. Stromberg, too. Among ... others.”

“Others?” I teased her now.

“My soon-to-be fellow imperial concubines, Your Majesty. My guidance counselor can tell you what my career plans are. I plan to live here, at the Warhammer Palace, as part of the imperial family ... as one of your women. Surely you’ve noticed my tattoo, didn’t you? You get to choose my left cheek tattoo, Mrs. Stromberg, but the Emperor here gets to pick my tramp stamp. I fully intend to move in with you, my lord, if at all possible. That’s Plan A,” Petra assured me.

“What’s Plan B?” I wondered aloud.

“Well, as it seems that I’m the teacher’s pet, to move in with my favorite teacher and her husband and make sweet, sweet love to both of them! As often as it takes to get pregnant and help them raise our children together. I was born to be a kept woman. That’s my lifelong ambition,” Petra freely admitted.

“But you’re a straight A student, have a real potential for so much, and that’s what you want to do with your life?” Sonja objected for a hot minute before realizing how silly and knee-jerk feminist her response was.

Then she blushed.

“Yep. I have an extremely high libido and would love to get it on with a man whom I admire more than anyone else alive, the only ruler that I’ve ever known, of course. A man from the same hometown as me, in fact, someone who probably knew at least one of my parents, even if only slightly. One who could fuck me into next week one minute and then discuss economic policy with me the next. Or discuss arts and sciences with me or history or philosophy, for that matter,” Petra explained her motivation.