Chapter 59

The next day a small group headed over to the Newcastle airport. In the group were only Karla, Doug, Mary, Mike, Ann, and Mark, accompanied by Duke and Sheena. Early that morning, a second trade had been executed. Karla pointed out that Duke had been her tiger since his youth and had been her friend while she was teaching in Los Angeles. It was because the poor tiger had been pining away for her that he had been flown to Europe. Duchess, on the other hand, had been the Carlsons’ gift to the Duke of Northumbria, so now Duchess and Jason would be patrolling the moors while Sir Duke and Dame Sheena would be guarding the Queen of Bohemia. Moreover, because of the family relationship it was clear that Karla and Doug would be frequent guests at Prendwick Castle.

Karla and Doug expected to be flying to Prague on the Kendy 767, and expected a very uneventful trip. It turned out not to be. First, arriving at the Newcastle Airport, they were directed to bypass the terminal building and drive out on the apron. There, instead of the Kendy aircraft there was another brand new 767 with very unfamiliar markings. Where the name of the airline would normally be written on the fuselage it said in bold letters, “Kingdom of Bohemia.” On the vertical stabilizer there was a small flag of Bohemia — formerly the flag of the Czech Republic — and a very large coat of arms painted in full color.

“Mary and I designed the coat of arms, darling sister,” Ann said softly. “We so hope that you like it.”

“It’s lovely!” Karla exclaimed. “But where on earth did the plane come from?”

“Its designation is Bohemia 1,” Ann explained. “If the President of the United States flies in Air Force 1, we figured that the Queen of Bohemia should have Bohemia 1, so Mary and I bought it for you as our coronation gift. Do you like it?”

“Like it?” Karla exclaimed. “It’s utterly incredible! But one of these planes costs about $250 million, doesn’t it?”

“About,” Mary replied softly. “But, darling mistress, it’s the very least your slaves can do for you.” Then looking at Karla with her gray eyes penetrating she added, “Never forget, Sister, that had it not been for you, none of this could ever have happened. We adore you.”

The airport surprises were not over. Arrayed at the boarding stairs was a full battalion from the Grenadier Guards, along with the regimental band. Also on hand were Queen Elizabeth and Princess Anne. When the door of the Rolls was opened, Doug got out and extended his hand to Karla. The two were greeted formally by the Queen and then the two queens inspected the guard, with Doug following.

When the inspection was completed, Elizabeth suppressed a grin as she asked Doug, “Has Phillip been giving you lessons? Douglas Whitfield, you escort your wife as if you’ve been escorting royalty from birth.”

With their backs to the assembled troops, no one could see their talk. Doug replied, “Your Majesty, with Karla it comes naturally. I honestly believe she was truly born a queen.”

“And I agree with you totally,” Elizabeth replied. “As Anne says, she utterly defines royal behavior. It is certainly in her genes.”

As they were about to board the aircraft, the band played the Bohemian National Anthem and the battalion presented arms in tribute to the visiting monarch. As they mounted the boarding stairs, Mary whispered to Karla, “The air crew is from what is now Air Bohemia. We have the airlines two most senior captains flying, along with the second two most senior as backup. I don’t know how the cabin service will be handled, but I do know there was incredibly intense competition for positions.”

The only element that seemed to be at all out of place was the fact that no cabin attendants were at the door waiting for them.

This mystery was quickly solved when Karla, leading the way, entered the aircraft and found three young women on their knees waiting for their arrival. The three — a blonde, a redhead, and a brunette — were all naked except for french cuffs at their wrists and wing collars with black bow ties around their necks. All were quite young.

When Karla stopped short in amazement, the blonde who was closest bent at the waist and kissed her shoes. Her hands were together at her back, and when she straightened up her eyes were shining with joy. “Good morning, Your Majesty! Welcome aboard. My name is Connie, and I am in charge of the in-flight service this morning. On my left is Susan, and to her left is Catherine. We cannot tell you how pleased we are to be able to serve you today.”

After kissing Mary’s and Ann’s feet, too, the three girls popped to their feet and showed them around the cabin. They took seats in the magnificently appointed aircraft, and Connie, apparently oblivious to her nudity, went to the cabin door to close it. She grinned and waved when she heard the quiet whistles of appreciation from a number of the Guardsmen still in formation on the ramp.

With the door closed, the pilot started his starboard engine and slowly taxied away with only the single engine turning to minimize the noise and the jet wash with all the troops still in formation close by. Moving down the taxiway towards its takeoff position, he started the port engine as well. In the meantime the girls had produced coffee for the passengers and even Snapple lemonade for Duke and Sheena.

The young women were about to take their seats for takeoff when Karla motioned to a lounge chair across from the sofa on which she and Doug were sitting and indicated she wanted Connie to sit there. The girl motioned for Susan to take her seat at the main door of the aircraft and she sat in the chair showing some embarrassment when she did.

“Now tell me what’s going on,” Karla demanded. “And the name is Karla. It’s much easier to say than all this ‘Your Majesty’ garbage.”

“I’m sorry, Your High ... Karla,” the girl replied softly. “I don’t understand the question.” When Karla merely raised an eyebrow and lightly tapped her fingers on the armrest, the girl blushed.

“Darling, isn’t it fascinating to see a naked woman blush?” Karla commented to Doug. “You can see the color rise straight up from her loins.” Then with a grin she added, “Connie, you have a lovely body. And I see from the ring on your finger that you’re married, and the other two girls are as well. What does your husband think about you serving us naked?”

“He’s overjoyed!” Connie exclaimed. “You see, he was also in the Resistance, and while he didn’t know you, he certainly knew of you. When you were captured in that sweep, he was frightened. But Václav Havel assured him that regardless of what they might do to you, you would not talk.”

“But how could he be so certain?” Karla asked, genuinely puzzled.

“Because it would have destroyed the Resistance if you had,” she replied simply. “And since you are incapable of harming your people, he knew that no matter what might be done to you, you would not tell the Russians a thing.” She paused and then said very diffidently, “That’s why he was so pleased when I was selected for this crew.”

“All you girls are married,” Karla noted. “Somehow, I don’t think it’s a coincidence. Is it?”

“No, it’s not,” Connie admitted. “It relates to the price we’re paying to serve—”

“Price you’re paying?” Karla exclaimed. “What do you mean by that? Are you trying to say you’re not being paid today?”

“Of course not,” Connie said looking at Karla as if she had said something very silly. “As a matter of fact, we’re all on vacation, beginning today, for the next three weeks—”

“What’s that mean?” Karla pursued. “Why a three-week vacation for a single flight?”

“They thought it would take at least that long for us to get back in shape,” Connie said softly. Then after looking deeply into Karla’s eyes she added, “I was a little concerned, but now I’m not at all. I just hope and pray that it works.”

“What works?” Karla asked. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I guess you know, Karla, that there was an intense competition to serve you on this flight, don’t you?”

Karla admitted that Mary had said something to that effect as they were boarding the plane.

“Well,” the young woman continued, “I guess it did get fairly hairy. When we get back to Prague today, we each will received 100 lashes with a bullwhip, and then our husbands had to swear to fuck us thoroughly afterward. And that’s in spite of the fact that at least twenty strokes must be in our cunts.”

Karla gasped in horror. “Please tell me you’re kidding!” she exclaimed. “You can’t be serious!”

“I’m very serious, unfortunately,” Connie continued. “You see, Paula Wilhelm ran the whole process. She even had Connie Klaus and Jane Constan there so we could see what it looks like. They each accepted 75 lashes a short time ago, and their whip cuts have only just scabbed over. But when I asked Connie if she would do it again, do you know what she said?”

Karla could only shake her head in horror.

“She said that she would accept another 100 strokes on the spot, if that was necessary for her to maintain her position as a slave in training. But then, dear Queen, when I looked into your eyes today...” The girl just shook her head in wonder.

“What does that mean?” Karla pursued.

“It means that I see a woman who is truly holy. It means that there is at least a small chance that we may ultimately be accepted into The Sisterhood...” the girl replied as her voice trailed away.

Karla exchanged meaningful glances with her sisters and then said, “Well, I suppose you might as well get in shape for this afternoon, then.” Turning to Susan and Catherine she said, “Why don’t you two lie on your backs. Duke and Sheena can work on you two first, and then the two of them can work on Connie.”

The girls didn’t know what to expect but instantly did as they had been asked. After lying on the soft carpet of the cabin, the two tigers began to lick their legs, then their underarms, and finally cleaned up their pubic area. All of the girls had shaved their pubic areas to conform to the way all the girls had theirs, but it was obvious that none of them had ever done it before. The tigers, for their part were having fun. All three of the girls were very beautiful.

Just then the captain’s voice came over the cabin’s PA system. “Welcome aboard, Your Majesty,” he said. My name is Jan Pavel, and I’m the captain today. First, if you check out a window, you’ll see we have some company. There’s an entire Royal Air Force fighter wing under the command of Wing Commander Byron Barker who asks to be remembered to you.”

With a chuckle the Captain added, “Wing Commander Barker tells me that he knows there are two Royal Bengal tigers on board today, so they’re taking no chances. He asked me to tell you that’s the reason for the full wing.”

He paused and then continued, “Our route of flight today is rather strange. A straight shot to Prague from Newcastle would take us over the North Sea. We would make landfall approximately at Bremen and then fly southeast over Dresden to Prague. But that’s not what we’re doing. We are flying south at low altitude for us — just 10,000 feet — to London. We will cross the Channel and then overfly Paris. Incidentally, we have been asked to drop down to only 1,000 feet at Paris. The weather is CAVU there, so that’s no problem. From Paris we will fly due east flying over Luxembourg, Germany, and then into Prague.”

They looked out the windows, and regardless of the direction, they found their plane surrounded by RAF F-15 jet fighters. Mary and Ann realized that it was similar to their flight to the United States earlier in the year. Again, they were set up for a sightseeing flight. To their surprise, the RAF flight did not pull away when they reached the coast, but maintained their formation as they headed toward Paris. No sooner had they reached the French coast, though, when they were joined by a full fighter wing of Mirage jets.

At that point, recognizing they were in French airspace, the RAF fighters maintained their altitude as the 767 descended to 5,000 feet and continued slowly to lose more altitude. The French fighters maintained close cover all the while.

“Your Majesty, the commander of the French fighter wing is Claude Prudhomme,” their pilot announced. “He asked me to tell Princess Mary that he is a Burgundian and asked me to extend his congratulations to Madame la Duchesse du Bourgogne. He added that the video tape of the Princess singing La Marseillaise is the top-selling tape in all of France. He told me that there is a serious effort being made to declare your version to be the official version of the French national anthem. He asked me to tell you that never has it been sung better.”

When they reached Paris, they were very low. Moreover, they had been asked to fly as slow as possible so the captain had his flaps down as they were flying at a speed less than 200 knots. The captain noted that the Mirage fighters, which were designed as high-performance interceptors, were flying at their slowest possible speed and had both flaps and air brakes deployed to work against their engine power.

To their utter amazement, they flew down the Champs Elysées and found it packed with French people waving up at their airplane and obviously cheering. At that point the captain activated a big-screen television set in the front of the plane and transmitted the programming from French National Television. They found it rather strange to be watching a television picture of the plane they were flying in.

As their plane was tracked, there were a series of man-on-the-street interviews. In every case, they were cheering the Queen of Bohemia, but particularly her sister, Madame la Duchesse du Bourgogne. As far as the French were concerned, she was as French as Notre Dame Cathedral.

Finally clearing Paris, they were able to climb to a more comfortable cruising altitude and get back to a more comfortable cruising speed as well. Crossing the Rhine River below Frankfurt, they were joined by a formation of German fighter aircraft. The French turned back toward their base, while the Brits prepared to land at Frankfurt to refuel before returning home.

Close to the eastern border of Germany the captain came back on the cabin’s PA system to announce, “We’re almost home, folks. And, Your Majesty, we have a full wing of fighters from the Royal Bohemian Air Force joining us to welcome you home, and escort us the rest of the way to Prague.”

Looking out the window, Karla felt a lump in her throat seeing the aircraft. Then they began their final approach to Prague. By this time the tigers had finished with all of the girls, and Karla called out softly, “Susie?”

In an instant the sprite materialized before her. Today she was wearing a very lovely formal afternoon dress. In midair she executed a perfect court curtsy and then took Karla’s hand and kissed her finger tips. “How may I serve Your Majesty?” she asked softly.

That was not what Karla had in mind at all. Reaching out, she drew the angel to her and melted her lips against Susie’s tiny ones. This time she unleashed all of her power, trying to convey the tremendous love she had always felt for the sprite, as well as her gratitude for everything Susie had done for her and her family.

For Susie’s part, knowing that resistance would be futile, and that the outcome was a forgone conclusion, she just wrapped her arms around Karla’s neck and felt the joy, love and grace just pour into her body in a flood. In just moments, she was unconscious and Karla just gently stroked her neck and her back.

Finally, Susie recovered and Karla held her away just far enough to be able to look into her eyes. “Are your buns back to normal, yet?” she asked innocently. “Still have an orgasm every time you sit down?”

Susie tried to appear angry but couldn’t even pretend. Instead she just grinned wryly and responded, “Someone has a very big mouth!” Then she added softly, “But I absolutely adore Jack Martin. What he did for me was not to be believed!”

“Susie, could you do me a favor?” Karla asked with her eyes wide. “Some time when Doug’s lying on his back and I’m just quietly fucking myself, would you be willing to warm his chest for him the way you did Jack’s? Jack says that the combination of Samantha and you was utterly beyond belief. And I’ve always wondered if Doug has the sensitivity to pull it off. Want to try?”

To her utter amazement, Susie began to cry.

“What’s wrong, darling?” Karla asked. “What did I do? Did I hurt you in some way?”

The little sprite just slowly shook her head while trying to regain control. Finally she was able to speak and said, “It’s not that at all. Steve has done it to me a couple of times since then, and it’s been unreal. It just felt so great!”