Cautionary Tales by Piers Anthony Page A

someone comes?” he blurted as she loosened his belt.
    â€œNo one will come.”
    â€œBut this is—this is a golf course! There must be other players lining up.”
    â€œYou forget I am the Queen. This is my golf course. All golf clubs are mine, and this one is reserved for me alone.”
    She meant clubs as in the whole golf courses, not just the sticks to hit balls. She was indeed the Queen of Clubs. “Sorry. I guess I misunderstood.” He let her draw down his pants.
    Sure enough, in moments she had him bare, with his penis standing stiffly. She inspected it closely. “This will do,” she decided. “Is it experienced?”
    â€œYou mean—sex? With a woman? I never—” He stopped yet again, blushing. What a thing for a young man to admit!
    â€œSo you are clean and malleable. That’s good. Sit down; we must talk.”
    He was glad to join her sitting on the plush turf. It helped mask his embarrassing condition. “I don’t think I understand,” he said. “The ad said they wanted a Knave.”
    â€œPrecisely. Knaves are hard to find and keep, especially for the Queen of Hearts. Very special qualities are required.”
    â€œI’m not qualified for anything!” he said. “I have no training, and I don’t know what any of this is about.”
    She leaned forward and kissed him neatly on the mouth. He was half stunned; no woman had ever done that to him before. “Your very naivety is a qualification,” she said. “We prefer to break in our Knaves without an undue burden of prior experience.”
    â€œBreak in?” he asked warily.
    â€œPerhaps a demonstration is in order. Observe.” She parted her thighs, showing her open cleft.
    Jack almost freaked out. “I wish you wouldn’t do that,” he said, afraid his eyeballs would bulge.
    â€œWhy?” She seemed genuinely curious.
    â€œIt makes me—makes me want to—” His glance strayed helplessly to his standing member. A driblet of ichor coated its tip.
    â€œNaturally,” she agreed. “And we shall get to that. But first I must clarify the rationale.”
    â€œRationale?” he asked dumbly. What he craved right now was straight unmitigated sex. To plunge into that beckoning crevice and spurt. If she let him.
    â€œThe King does not provide me all the attention I desire. He has too many mistresses. This annoys me. But I am a woman. I am not free to take masters as freely as I would like. So I use the Knave.”
    Was she about to clarify the job? “The Knave, he repeated. “Exactly what does he do?”
    â€œHis only desire is to get into my pants,” she said. “He is my servant, and must obey me in all things, so he is mine to play with. But the forms must be honored.”
    â€œThe forms?”
    â€œI am allowed to masturbate, but not to have sex with men other than the king. So I compromise. I have sex with my balls.”
    â€œBalls?” He remained numb.
    â€œSo.” She picked up a golf ball. Its surface was oddly smooth, rather than dimpled in the normal manner, but it looked serviceable.
    â€œA golf ball,” he agreed.
    â€œA sex toy.” She used her fingers to spread her vulva wide and put the ball against it. She turned it slowly around, so that it picked up moisture from her cleft. When it was thoroughly coated and slick, she pushed, and slowly the ball slipped into her open vagina.
    Jack stared. He had had no idea she was going to do that, and less idea that such an object would even fit. But the act was excruciatingly sexy. His penis was dripping. “A sex toy,” he agreed. He was almost panting, though he had done no exercise.
    She closed her vagina around the ball, making it disappear inside. That turned him on even more. If only he could do that!
    She got to her feet, proudly standing. “It is within me, as you can see.”
    â€œYes,” he breathed,