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This story, and those that may follow, involve a place, time and people that never were. There will be a healthy dose of lesbian erotica; plus some BD/SM, non-consensual, adult-youth and possibly some (gasp) hetero as the plot progresses. Any comments -- good and especially bad -- are very welcome and encouraged via the e-mail address at the bottom. One cannot progress without feedback.
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Chapter 7
Luxia had been in the business of training palace servants for many years, both for Empress Kaleda and her father before her. During that time she had learned that certain behaviors came up again and again. In many cases, she had come to treasure the moments when they presented themselves. The look on a highborn girl's face when she finally submits to her new reality and becomes servile was one of her favorites. As was the bright, stunned gleam in a peasant girl's eyes when silk touches her naked skin for the first time; the terror of girls from restrictive, paternalistic religions as they feel the orgasm coming that they'd always been told would preface the opening of Hell's doors -- and the look of relief and shock when no demons arrived, the excited giggles of poor farm girls when they realize that their days of heavy lifting were over, that they would not be worn-down and broken by their thirtieth year. Luxia also liked the flushed gleam that fear brought to one of her charges faces. Not the brutish loathing Paulinius had aroused in the trainee, Mauxa. It was the giddy, fearful squirming of someone who believed something horrible was going to happen to them, but knew better than to dream that anything was going to stop it. As Lord Bres gently worked the lubricant into the wriggling girl's behind, Luxia took the girl's face in her hands delicately, as one would handle an expensive plate, "That's enough of this display, girl. Stop your crying and prepare for this so we can all go on with our days." "M-mistress, I'm afraid," she said in a breathy voice. Glayen and Rouelle were working on her breasts and sex with methodical patience, making pleasure do battle with the girl's fears. She screwed her eyes shut, "Lord Bres is so big." "Mm." She agreed, "That he is, but he's also the best man for the job. There are men with smaller members -- gods know that's true -- but no one is better than he is at initiating the new. Consider yourself lucky." D'Anya knelt down at her mistress' side and smiled broadly, "He was my first too. You're going to love it. After my first time I didn't come back to normal for a day." Luxia's face registered deep annoyance as Mauxa fell into sobs again. D'Anya tried to add, "but in a good way" but the mistress of the gymnasium dismissed her with a hard pinch to her nipple. She yelped but did not draw away. She brought a gentle cast back and kissed the kneeling girl, "Just a moment, and the new thing will become familiar." Behind her, Lord Bres laid his large hand softly on Mauxa's back and positioned the shining tip of his cock at her tiniest opening. The girl's entire body shook as if it were a red-hot poker laid against her flesh. "I don't want this," she said in a small voice. The statement was as close as a trainee servant would ever come to denying or contradicting her chief trainer. Luxia smiled and kissed the girl's cheek, "An important life lesson is that we don't always choose what happens to us or how. All we can ultimately control is how we confront those events." With that she cupped Mauxa's breasts softly, then pinched both nipples fiercely.
Yassine's mind swung between the real and the imagined like a windlass in a tornado. In one second she was half-lying on a couch in Yevtana's beautiful home, receiving fleeting kisses and caresses from Pari who danced nude before her. The next second she was the dancing servant, whirling and fawning before the proud desert warrior woman lounging on pillows sipping wine.
Pari turned her back to the Amazon, backed up to her knees and began rubbing her full bottom against her crotch. She lay back so that her entire body draped over the tall blond. She took Yassine's hands and laid them over her breasts, "Do you want to hear a secret?" "Mmm," she cooed into the girl's ear, slipping her tongue along the edge of the small shell, "I didn't know there were any secrets left between us." Pari kept her hands over Yassine's and started grinding her ass harder into the larger woman, by example making the Amazon increase her grip on the round brown breasts, "I'm a princess too," the girl giggled. "A princess?" Pari stood, placed her hands on her hips and bent over so that she could see Yassine through her own legs, "Of course, silly! Look at me, it's obvious." Yassine ran her hands up the backs of Pari's legs until they rested on her backside, "You might be right." "You don't find an ass like that on a commoner," Manolo said. Yassine suddenly remembered that they were not alone and looked over to see the ranger lounging on a couch like hers. Now he was nude, and Yevtana's head bobbed up and down over his crotch, "Maybe she's a magical fairy princess. You know, magic wand and pixie dust?" Manolo found himself funny enough to start laughing, during which he spilled his wine so it ran down his chin and over his chest. Yevtana raised her head, "Pay more attention when it's your wand I've got a hold of." She gave his cock a playful tug and covered it with her mouth and continued sucking. "Oohh, you've got a point," he said and laid his hand on the back of her head. Yassine stared at the two openly. It wasn't as if she had never seen a man before, not as if she had never seen a naked one before; but the display before her was new. Before coming to Donai, the only naked men she had ever seen were either dead on the shore or in a scroll. Pari noticed her confusion and straddled her lap. "You've never seen that before have you? It's a variation on sex." "I figured that out," she said peevishly. "I just hadn't thought of that... procedure. Is that common?" Pari nuzzled the Amazon's neck as she watched the two on the other side of the room, "As common as anything else, I suppose. Some men ask for it specifically." Yassine looked into the girl's eyes, the intoxication of the D'ghansa made it difficult to focus immediately. "Have you ever done that?" "Yes," Pari slid down Yassine's body to come to rest on the floor. She undid one of the Amazon's sandals and cast it over her shoulder. She examined the foot, carefully chose the second toe in from the biggest and gave it a wiggle. "I've been told that it feels something like this." Pari leaned down and sucked the toe into her mouth and gently began to suck. At the same time Yassine felt the enveloping, liquid warmth of Pari's mouth, she felt the movements of her tongue as if she was stimulating the entire foot with just the one toe. As she pulled away and then returned to enclose it fully, Yassine's foot arched involuntarily. Waves of warmth began to pour through her body, the familiar feeling that prefaced all the other sex she had ever had. During this she looked over to see Manolo. The placid expression he wore a minute ago was replaced by one of extreme pleasure. He was gripping the sides of the couch so hard that his muscles were taut and the whites of his knuckles were showing. Yevtana's rhythmic bobbing had increased in speed and her ghost-white hair shook back and forth with every stroke. Pari removed the toe from her mouth, gently parted Yassine's legs and buried her curly mane between her thighs. The Amazon sighed and began undoing the top of her dress, releasing her breasts, "Oohh, that's what I was waiting for."
Mauxa, distracted by the overwhelming pain from her breasts, didn't notice the quick nod between Luxia and Lord Bres. In those seconds where nothing existed but her burning nipples, Lord Bres slipped the head and first three inches of his cock into her ass. Luxia released the girl's nipples and directed Glayen and Rouelle to continue their work. A look of shock spread across Mauxa's face as she realized that she had been penetrated. Her entire body tensed and her plump frame shook. The quavering wail that came out of her echoed off the walls as she tried to twist away from the mass that had entered her. Lord Bres pushed no further into her but kept her firmly in place with his hands on her thighs. Rouelle held her from below, covering Bres' hands with her own as she ran her tongue up and down along the girl's sex. She gently coaxed a couple of fingers into Mauxa's canal and hooked her fingers so that they rubbed against the soft inner walls above the public bone. Glayen took special care on the girl's inflamed nipples, using her lips only so that not even the roughness of her tongue might bring her pain. Mauxa turned her tear stained eyes to Luxia, "Please, it's too much!" The mistress shook her head and kissed the girl again, "Most of it is still outside you, and it's all going into you. Revel in this time, girl, a first time is not to be squandered." She noticed remotely that D'Anya's hands had curled around her and were massaging her belly, unsure of whether to head up or down. Luxia nestled back into the embrace and took a kiss from the redhead as she guided one hand to her breasts and another to her still-slick lips. The northerner took to both rapidly.
Mauxa thought she was going to die. Lord Bres' cock hadn't moved an inch, but she was sure that something within her had broken and it would be minutes before the rest of her body shut down from the damage. She knew that there was someone else in the room, other than Bres, but she couldn't open her eyes long enough to see who they were. She looked over to the side and saw another girl being worked on. Someone was licking at her nipples while a second was lapping and fingering her sex fervently. The sight of the three women so intimately engaged distracted her immediately. She wondered about the girl, what type of training she was going through and who the other two women were. She was so enrapt in the vision that she never noticed that she was looking in a mirror, never noticed that Lord Bres was slipping deeper into her.
When she closed her eyes, Yassine saw a thousand multicolored points bursting in and out of focus. The lights twisted and danced before her as the drug settled deeper into the corners of her mind. Depending on how I feel in the morning, she thought, I might just bring some of that stuff back home. Between her legs, Pari was gently coaxing an orgasm out of her exposed lips. With infinite delicateness she flicked her tongue against the Amazon's sensitive clitoris, barely touching the exposed nub. Adding to the mounting pleasure was the friction of her thick mane of curls as they bobbed and rubbed against the soft flesh between her thighs. "I believe the girl loves you," Yevtana's voice came from close by. Yassine looked over to see the albino's face hovering over hers. In the firelight, she seemed nearly inhuman as her white skin and hair were cast orange from the reflected embers. "She makes your entire body glow." Before Yassine could respond, the general laid her mouth over hers and began a long, violent kiss. Her lips were strangely cold and her tongue was slim and felt pointed like a snake's. As she kissed the Amazon she cupped both of her breasts and held them up so that they rubbed against hers. Yassine felt the gold ring in the right one and shuddered. Yevtana broke the kiss and locked her blood red eyes with Yassine's iron gray ones, "How alike we are, almost like sisters." "How?" "We are warrior women, we command great forces in the grandest endeavor: War," she said, kissing the Amazon's eyelids. "But we are also neophytes, untrained in the simplest things." "What do you mean?" Yassine's breathing was becoming ragged as Pari's tongue moved faster and faster. "You are fully a woman, reputed a great lover and you have never been with a man," she said plainly. "I am a woman who has attained a rank only ever held by men, and I have never had a woman." Yevtana kissed the Amazon again, harder this time and more deeply. Pari giggled a little and raised her head just long enough to admit that she had told the general about Yassine's prowess in bed. She broke the kiss and stroked hair away from Yassine's forehead, "Will you be my first? Will you take that...virginity from me?" Yassine nodded and rearranged her shoulders on the couch so that the albino could better straddle her face. She stared at the general's sex, a bright swath of living pink in the center of her marble white skin. She took hold of Yevtana's slim buttocks and guided her downward so that her lips could make contact with her center. The leader of thousands whimpered as she was touched, and started to shudder as Yassine started to initiate her in what the Amazons called "the oldest dance."
Mauxa was lost in her pleasure. The burning pain in her bowels had been replaced with expanding heat as Lord Bres carefully worked himself in and out of her backside. Coupled with the gentle handling of Glayen and Rouelle, she was edging closer and closer to a violent climax. Luxia was so pleased that she almost forgot herself, "D'Anya, don't make me come." "Of course, mistress," she said. The redhead moved her hands slightly away from the most intense pleasure centers of her superior but increased her efforts, earning a groan from the corseted mistress of the gymnasium. "Mauxa?" Luxia said the name in a singsong, "Is it still too much?" The plump girl reacted slowly, as if she had heard her name called from another room rather than a foot from her face. Her eyes opened and searched for the source, "What?" "You said this was something you didn't want to happen, that Lord Bres was too much for you. Do you want this to stop?" "N-no," she said, reluctantly. "It's still too much..." "But?" Mauxa rocked back and forth against Lord Bres and rolled her hips and chest against the other trainees beneath her, "It's too much but I don't want it to stop." The mistress' eyes acquired a feral gleam as she moved D'Anya's hand closer to her nipples, "It's just as well, you'll come soon. Then it will be over." "Not yet?" The words almost came as a command, sharp and strident. Luxia looked at Lord Bres and smiled. The man was pouring sweat, muscles straining, and the smile that erupted from his face was one of pure happiness. The mistress pushed D'Anya's hands away from her and sat down before the trainee with her toned legs spread apart. She coaxed Mauxa's head between her legs where she immediately went to feverish work. "If you say the word, dear, this could go on for hours," Luxia said, and she smiled at Lord Bres' consternation at the idea of going much longer. "I don't CARE!" Mauxa yelled from between her legs. "I don't care if this kills me! Don't let this stop! Please!" With a nod from Luxia, Lord Bres increased his pace and quickly came to his own orgasm. His last few strokes were shivery, short and spastic as he emptied himself into the newest graduated servant. Out of a sense of personal pride, he fell back on his haunches rather than over the girl's back. Luxia pulled herself away from Mauxa's greedy lips, patted Glayen and Rouelle away from her and kissed D'Anya's cheek. She wiped a thick handful of sweat away from her brow and patted Mauxa on the shoulder, "I want to see you in my chambers in 10 minutes. Don't be late, servant; you've got a lot to do today. Bathe before you come to me, there are a pair of twins you need to meet." Mauxa stood, stiffly but quickly, and nodded. She trotted away as smartly as she could. Glayen and Rouelle looked hurt, miffed. Glayen ran her fingers through her hair and pouted openly, "She's been here less than a month, how does she graduate and we don't?" "Girl," Lord Bres said, catching his breath. "She learned the lesson, you're still trying to figure that out." "What's the godsdamned lesson?" Rouelle yelled. "What haven't we been taught?" D'Anya smiled, kissed both on the forehead, and laughed, "You've been taught, just now. Why haven't you learned?" D'Anya kissed Lord Bres, asked Luxia if she could watch, and ran away happy with permission. The two trainees were excused as Lord Bres and Luxia drank cool water brought by a porter and relaxed. "She's everything you said she would be," Luxia said. "I saw the potential, you brought it out of her." "I thought you could have gone for another hour, I'm disappointed in you, Bres." Lord Bres' eyes got a sly bent, "You know I've got a weakness for that type of girl, don't be cruel." Luxia laughed, she stroked the man's deflating member gracefully. She then looked into his eyes and asked, "How did you come to be here?" Lord Bres shrugged, "I delivered bread here 15 years ago, one of the trainers asked if I could help out with binding a trainee and we struck up a conversation. I never went back." "What about the bread?" she asked. "I sent a courier with the money and my baker's apron. Haven't seen those people since," Lord Bres said. "Oh."
Yevtana gripped her breasts and clenched her teeth as Yassine pushed her closer and closer to orgasm with her agile lips and tongue. As the pleasure started to mount she had halfheartedly tried to pull away from the Amazon so the latter had a firm grip around her thighs. Yevtana had long since given up crying out in the common language and had reverted to some foreign tongue with clipped vowels and sliding intonations. The Amazon had already come twice under Pari's inspired lips and was coming into her third orgasm. The desert girl had switched to using her fingers on Yassine's slick folds and she had three thrusting in and out of her while she used the thumb of her free hand to worry the taller woman's clitoris. With a howl, the albino came and collapsed against Yassine, nearly smothering her for a second as she slid down to come face to face with her. Her cheeks were flush with sweat and her hair was matted against her forehead. They kissed, the general murmured in her strange language while the Amazon moaned her way into another orgasm. "You are wonderful," Yevtana said breathily as she stroked Yassine's cheek. "Are all women this good or are you especially talented?" The Amazon's hips bucked and she held the albino tightly, eliciting a pained groan from the woman. Yevtana made a glib observation about Pari being talented as well as she rode through Yassine's pleasure throes. When the strongest of the surges passed the two women resumed kissing with passionate fervor. "I'm talented," Yassine finally said when she broke her kiss. "I've got to say, this trip has been very different than what I expected." "In what way?" She shrugged, "I had been expecting to be talking force contingents and trade agreements. Instead, I've been eating and having a lot of sex." Yevtana laughed, "There are worse ways to spend your time. The people of this city take their recreation so seriously it's a wonder they ever found time to conquer as much of the world as they have." Yassine was about to agree when Pari's teeth digging into the skin just above her knee distracted her. She looked down to see the servant girl hunched over her legs, moaning and cooing as Manolo thrust himself against her upturned hips with increasing speed. "Pari, are you all right?" She asked, concernedly. "Oh, she's more than all right," Manolo said. His entire body glistened with sweat and his facial muscles had that tensed look again. "I can see why you're friends." Yassine leaned forward and dislodged the desert girl's teeth from her leg and pulled her face upward. Pari's face had the familiar disconnected, dreamlike look that Yassine had come to recognize as extreme pleasure, "Honey?" The girl's green eyes opened slowly, "Oh princess, I'm fine." She said as she rocked back and forth under the onslaught from behind. "Hang on," With that, the pitch of Pari's voice raised to a wordless howl as she started coming. Yevtana, who had come to embrace her man from behind, was whispering in his ear, her red eyes flashing between the slick merger of the two bodies and the Amazon's concerned face. A second later, Manolo let out his own feral groan as Yevtana pulled his wet member out of Pari's constricting sex. The albino held the throbbing flesh in her hand a second before streams of white come spurted from the end to rain over Pari's back and buttocks. She leaned down to lick the fluid up while Pari climbed up into Yassine's embrace. She shivered as she kissed the Amazon. "You aren't angry, are you?" The girl asked carefully. "It just happened." "I'm a little disappointed," Yassine said. She watched the girl's face fall a second before pulling her chin up so that her iron gray eyes met her deep green ones, "I practically missed the whole thing. How am I supposed to learn about these things if I don't see a demonstration?" Pari's face lit up and she kissed the Amazon long and lovingly. She nestled into her arms more comfortably and rested her head on her shoulder. She laid a slight peck on Yassine's shoulder, "I love you." The statement, so clearly stated, nearly echoed off the walls of the general's home. Yassine hadn't considered it before, but she realized that she had strong feelings for the little desert girl herself. When she first saw her having sex with Manolo, she felt a definite twinge of jealousy run through her. Not that she was having a man -- that was a point of curiosity for her -- but that she was with anyone else but her made her feel strangely. That's irrational, she thought. This servant, this slave, had undoubtedly been with many men and women before Yassine arrived in Donai. She was like the sumptuous bed and fine wines -- something served to the Empress' honored guests. Still, with all the history she must entail, Pari had found a place within the Amazon princess' heart. Yassine felt this in her gut; and her grandmother Amma Kahn taught her that the gut knows things the heart cannot and the brain refuses. As she nuzzled the girl closer to her, Yevtana came back to the pillows with a bottle of wine. "We've lost the ranger for the night, he's not coming back soon." Pari and Yassine looked over to see Manolo stretched out across a series of pillows. He was fast asleep with a dreamy half-smile on his face and his still-slick cock lying placidly on his thigh. The three women giggled at the sight of him and each took a long pull at the wine. Yevtana's voice took on a stentorian, lecturing tone, "The male of the species, after fulfilling his ecological duties, often enters a period of dormancy." "He's tired," Pari said, spilling wine down her chin. "I should know." "Too bad, I was curious," Yassine said. Yevtana's blood eyes widened, "A princess of Amazonia was going to cross generations of tradition and bed a man? A thousand bards will have to rewrite their songs." Yassine shrugged, "I guess we'll never know now." "I feel cheated," Pari said. "I know how those bards work, I would have gotten a line or two just for being a spectator." Yassine and Pari laughed, splashing more wine as they rocked back and forth. Yevtana repositioned several pillows so that they formed an impromptu chair. She turned to the other two; "I've had a woman, now I'd like to try one. Who's up?" Both Pari and Yassine raised their hands, "Me."
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