4 comments/ 39684 views/ 2 favorites Alais Ch. 01 By: Mute13 November 16th, 1999 Alais is a tiny island off the coast of Australia, further east than Fraser Island. It is one that you will not find on any map. For all intents and purposes it is an island that does not exist. Take my word for it however, it is as real a place as any in this world. It is a land of both the noble and ignoble, the fair and the crooked, the pure and the tainted. It is the land in which I was born. Over the years it has become a forgotten land, as though it had sunk into the very sea, and if I am able to find a way it will one day find its eternal resting place beneath the waves. Only a handful of men know of its existence, and, I suppose, myself. As you might read from any history book, Australia was a penal colony for the British Empire long ago. Alais was no different, except that it was the original site used to jail the exiled. An impregnable temple was erected in the center of the island, housing the twelve Bishops entrusted with the oversight of the entire colony. They were the wardens. They were the all powerful of Alais. Their command over the people went unquestioned, and soon, as generations came and went, did these men become gods as the truth was all but forgotten. I questioned once, after I found my way from Alais and learned the truth, why men would so willingly leave their homeland, to live in such a distant place. The answer I most quickly discovered was us, myself and my sisters. February 28th, 1999 The girls of my homeland were raised to embody only a single virtue, purity. To me, I remember, Alais was pure. It was the Eden, the Paradise, the Utopia the world around us called it. My mother nurtured me, showering me with all the love a daughter could ever desire, and my father raised me to be strong in both mind and body. I suppose that is how I survived my transition into becoming a woman. I remember the night vividly, just as any girl remembers a man's first touch. There were twelve of us. We had all just reached our 18th birthday. The oldest was a girl named Selene, and she was just four weeks older than myself, the youngest of the group. We had been preparing for this ceremony for our whole lives, so when the day finally came not a single one of us was able to contain our excitement. Being of a poor family I had never felt anything but the touch of cotton against my skin, but this day I was bathed and dressed in the softest, most exquisite of fabrics. The very feel of them against my skin made me shiver with anticipation. I had asked my mother what the ceremony was to be like, and she had answered, before she began to cry inconsolable tears, that they would make me feel like a princess. I truly did come to feel like royalty for that night. The gown made of cyan lace wrapped my body so closely I felt as though I were one with it. The monks tied a similarly colored ribbon in my hair, and they painted my lips with a beautifully scented mixture that made them glow the most radiant of reds. They then brushed the exposed skin of my face, arms, and chest with the softest of powders, as though it had been made of clouds, and like glitter my very flesh sparkled. I had never felt so happy. I wanted to remain this beautiful forever. Like all things in this world, I suppose, it was not to last. At times I question why they even bothered clothing us so decoratively, when in the end it would all be taken away. We were led into the audience chamber to meet with the twelve Bishops. They awaited us around a large circular centerpiece that appeared softer, and more inviting than any I had ever seen before in my life, and they soon approached us to take each of us by the hand. I must admit the gods were not what I had expected. I had been told that man had been made in their image, but the men I had known were nothing like these creatures. They appeared too large for their own bodies, their faces round and bulbous, and their stomachs hanging down over their belts, soft and amorphous. I remember my father holding me as a girl, his arms strong and firm, but when the Bishop took me I felt only to be embraced by his lust and sweat. His lips quickly pressed down upon me, smearing the beautiful paint that had made my lips glow. They soon traveled down to my neck and to my chest, his warm saliva stealing away the glitter that made my skin shine. I remember crying out for him to stop, but he said to me, in his repulsive, rasping voice, that only he could make me into a woman, without him I'd be nothing but a girl. He tore from off of me the gown that had made me feel so special, and he tossed me down upon the cushioned centerpiece. It was soft beneath me, but the Bishop had already disrobed, and his body on top of mine felt horrid. His putrid breath ran all down my body. His ravenous tongue spread his unholy spit all over my skin. His firm erection, and the moist saliva that tipped it, pierced me between my legs, and it made me cry out in pain. I cannot recall how many times he drove himself inside of me, only that I cried out for him to stop with each of his thrusts. He kissed me from my neck down to my chest, taking my tender flesh into his mouth and sucking upon it until it turned red and sore. He used his tongue to taste me, and after toying with my delicate nipples he would bite me firmly, seemingly drawn only deeper into his activities by my pained yelps. I yearned for him to taste the flesh of my body, only because when his lips sought each curve of my neck, chest, and stomach, I did not have to endure the vile taste of his tongue within my mouth. It was the only time during the whole ordeal that I felt myself able to breath. But then again I breathed only to fuel my cries, for his hardness driving in and out of my once pure body never ceased its lustful motions. I must have heard a thousand cries of fear and pain between myself and my eleven sisters for each moan of ecstasy that sounded from the twelve Bishops. I remember the one that laid on top of me freezing in midair, as though a chill wind had caught hold of him, and I remember wishing that he would never move again. It was in that moment however that I felt his warmth fill me, so completely that my body could not contain it all and much of his wet seed spilled out of me, running down the flesh of my legs. He leaned over me once more. He licked the skin of my breast and he bit me upon my nipple. He had a gruesome smirk upon his ugly lips, and his laugh was revolting, but he congratulated me. He congratulated me on becoming a woman, and in that moment I cried, for I knew that, at last, my ordeal was over. I covered my eyes as he lifted his body off of mine, and it was the greatest weight lifted from off of me as I felt his shadow recede and move away from me. I thanked them, as they requested me too, but my true thanks was for the end of my suffering, to no longer have to feel his vile flesh inside of my own. I was naïve to think that such a comfort would last. The one shadow had exited to my left, but another soon came to appear from my right. His taste was even more repulsive than the first, his touch was even more forceful. His one hand gripped the back of my neck, and his other took hold of the long blonde strands of my hair, pulling upon them violently and drawing me near to him to kiss his erection. I could taste the scent of the previous girl still upon his hard flesh as he forced himself inside of my mouth, and the remnants of her suffering, the very same ordeal she had been made to endure that bound the two of us together as sisters. It made me flow tears like a river, even more powerful than they had been, to look over to her, her own cries still sounding like all the other girls as her body was taken and ravaged by the Bishops' lust. This Bishop cared only for my mouth, and for that I suppose I should be grateful. He used it to his pleasure, violent and uncaring, but he spared the rest of my body his touch and the pain of his penetration. He used my tongue, making me grind it upon the underside of his penis as he thrust himself in and out of me faster and faster. And then, like the last, he froze in time, holding my lips tight against his body, releasing his hot seed inside of me. His hardness already so deep inside my throat, his vile warmth had nowhere to go but down inside of me, and he would not let me pull away until I swallowed his ungodly, dirty taste down my mouth. That night I learned of ten more vile positions of lust, and was made to take in the seed of ten more vile men. By the night's end I had been filled so completely with their semen that my body could no longer contain it all and it came to coat nearly the whole length of my skin. At the start of this night I had never felt more beautiful, but by the end I had never felt so ugly. I remember myself crying, laying upon the soft, cushioned centerpiece of the chamber hall as the twelve Bishops finally left us. Then I remember being taken again into someone's arms, someone from whose touch I did not retract. Her skin was soft, and it was the first touch this night to embrace me with a tenderness, but it made me cry even more. "Briya" I had heard Selene's voice call out to me, and it beckoned me to open my eyes. My vision was blurry from my tears, but I could see that so was hers. She held me so warm and so tight, but her skin as well was so slick with the Bishops' lust that I had difficultly holding her in return. I remember then that Selene kissed me once upon my lips, and though I had met her for the first time only hours before, I felt closer to her in that moment than I had to anyone in my entire life. We had both just endured the same ordeal, we could both do nothing but lie and hold each other amidst the remnants of the Bishops' ceremony, and we both had reason to cry endless tears, but despite her suffering she spoke to me words that I will never forget, words I will always love her so deeply for. She had told me to let go of my own pain, to let her draw it out from within me with her kiss, and to let her bear it for me in full. I didn't have any choice but to cry even harder then. She had a strength that night that I did not, and to offer it to me like she did will bind my soul to hers forever. I did not tell her, and I suppose now I may never get the chance to, but I did not let go of my pain when our lips touched. I sought to draw out hers. March 3rd, 1999 I cried within my mother's arms for three straight days, hiding from the world in the corner of our home, that is until the day my father's creditors returned to bear their impatience down upon him. It had been four months since they had lent to him the money to purchase the machines that would aid us in tilling our fields, but it had only been two since the early spring monsoon had devastated our crops too severely to make any profit, and in the end my father had fallen into even deeper debt. They struck him, I do not know how many times, like they had each month upon the day, but I was horrified when, as the men turned to leave, my father failed to move, to return to me and my mother when we called to him in fear and in terror. He would never return, it took me long, long months to finally accept the truth. His creditors realized this very soon however, before they had even reached the door to leave. They were not in the business of beating their debtors to death, it did after all result in their own loss of money, but they had underestimated the weakness their repetitive monthly visits, combined with my father's long, tiring days out in the fields, had instilled within him. I remember it was then that they turned to both me and my mother, the glint in their eyes revealing that though they had lost one hundred silver pieces irrevocably, they had found a way to turn a profit in this entire ordeal. They touched me secretly the whole time that we were forced to ride within their carriage, one grabbing at my chest and stomach with his large hand, while the other reached beneath my dress in an attempt to rub from me my warmth. They did the same to my mother across the seat from me, one even lowering his head between her legs and hiding it beneath the cover of her dress, moaning endlessly about her wonderful taste. They stopped so suddenly however as the carriages drew to a halt, straightening our ruffled dresses and smoothing them with their hands, attempting it seemed to hide evidence of their crime. They took us then into the grandest building to stand upon the whole of Alais, that is except for the Bishops' temple, the house of the Lord Aleksander Sturrin, my father's creditor. Upon entering I wondered why a man who embraced such luxury to his life would concern himself over a matter of one hundred silver pieces, the very knocker that rested upon the marble gateway of his domicile worth more than what my father had borrowed four months past. It would only be after weeks of living with him that I fully understood the true extent of the greed that resided within the Lord Aleksander's heart. We were brought before the lord of the manor. We were payment, the men that had taken us from our home told their lord, to settle a man's debt, and that we were now in the Lord Sturrin's service. I could not believe my ears, but I would come to be told by the other mistresses of the manor, that in Alais such a precedent was accepted by all those of power who mattered. Naively I had hoped that this man required what talents I possessed, that my service would come in the form of tilling fields and harvesting crops. My naivete was not let to last for very long however. He offered my mother to the lot of his male servants, and each one, unwilling to cede to the lust of another man, sought to claim her at once. They began to ravage her, right there in front of me, tearing her beautiful dress to shreds from off her body. Five men there were huddled around her, their penises stiff and erect the very moment their pants dropped down upon their legs. One immediately claimed her vagina, thrusting his full length deep inside of her, and another claimed her mouth, doing the same from the opposite side. Again I naively hoped that that was all that she would be made to endure, but a third, taking hold of her by her hips from behind, slid his hard shaft between the cheeks of my mother's bottom, claiming her in a way I never before thought a man could claim a woman... My heart nearly stopped as I watched my mother violated. I many times wish it had in that moment, for then I would have been spared my memories of being taken to the Lord Aleksander's private chambers. Everything in the Lord Sturrin's manor was extravagant. His roof stood high enough it seemed to house a giant, and the chandelier that hung from it held more candles than I had ever seen at one time in my life. His bed was large enough to accommodate over a dozen people it seemed, yet there were only two people to fill it tonight, the lord and myself. His penis was far larger than any of the Bishops' had been as well, and he told me that it would be my guardian when I was good, and my warden when I was bad. I never once, in the six weeks that I lived within his household, ever felt it to be my guardian. It was nearly the size of my forearm, perhaps a touch shorter, but easily just as thick around. It took the both of my hands simply to wrap the full circumference of it when he commanded me to stroke the length of his shaft. Sitting back upon my heels as he knelt upon the bed in front of me it reached up between my breasts, that I held tightly together for him, and into my mouth. I sucked him, vigorously and aggressively that first night, tasting his seed three times, simply out of fear that he would want to use me in the other ways that his servants had used my mother. He truly was a giant compared to me, and I didn't think my slender body could take it. He was content in using my mouth for the first three hours, for the first three explosions of his warmth, but for the fourth he lifted me from my knees, bending me over so that I rested on my hands as well. I cried and I begged for him not to, my flesh still sore from when the Bishops had claimed it, but he entered my vagina with his monstrous penis and opened me up wider than I ever thought was even possible. He entered me with only an inch of his shaft at first, but over the next five hours he molded my body around his manhood, working his way in deeper and deeper until all fourteen inches of him were buried inside of me. Many would have looked upon me as fortunate. Simply being allowed inside the Lord Aleksander's manor was blessing enough for those who would forever be denied the opportunity, let alone being a member of his court. Moreover, I, after our very first night together, quickly became his favored concubine. He requested my company in the same manner he requested his meals, three times a day and prepared in the most appetizing of fashions. At times I was dressed in the most elegant of gowns and dresses, and in others I was wrapped simply in a pink ribbon tied in a bow around my slender chest, set upon the Lord Aleksander's bed as though I were a gift to him to enjoy before the night's end. I quickly got to know the other ladies of the manor, almost all of whom found themselves in the lord's service in the same way that I had. They instantly took a liking to me, and I to them, for in a household that consisted only of the Lord Aleksander and his servant men, we were the only friends the others had. I spent every free moment that I could with them and with my mother, every moment that the Lord Aleksander didn't request my service. They were constantly preparing me surprises for when I returned from the lord's private chambers, they were always doing whatever they could to make me smile, and I loved them all so deeply for that, but I could sense, from even the start of that first week, that it was all born of a pity, a guilt. I had enraptured so completely the lord's lust, so much so that his eye never turned from me. Girls that had dreaded their weekly call into his chambers found themselves free of all their worry, but at the same time they knew their freedom had come at a price, and I had unfortunately become it. They would do whatever was in their power to make me laugh whenever they had a minute to spend with me, for they knew that I now spent much of my days crying in the Lord Aleksander's embrace, as they had once done. April 15th, 1999 It took me only a single day outside of the Lord Aleksander's manor to understand just how much life had changed. I had found my way out of his grasp one night while he slept, and I ran for hour upon hour, never turning back lest it slow my step. When at last I fell, my body unable to carry me any longer, I found myself in a place I didn't recognize. Before I had turned eighteen I had been protected from men's lust, the laws of the Bishops stating that a girl must remain pure, so that they may be the first to touch and taste their flesh. These laws were strict I would learn, and the punishment even stricter, any man who dared break it robbed of their manhood and their desire to ever again touch a female intimately. Now that I was a woman, and the Bishops had had their way with me, I would never be able to look upon Alais in the same way. I despised the Bishops now, and all that they had done to me. I had come to learn their secret, as all us girls do upon our eighteenth birthday, that they are not Gods, but vile men, and so they no longer offered me their protection, forcing me to fend for myself, alone, in a world I no longer knew. I had run so far I no longer recognized anyone's face, and no one recognized mine. I was no longer the young girl my townspeople had known since birth, but I was a young woman, beautiful and wandering alone. I had bought my first meal on the very few coins I had managed to stash away in my pockets, but after they were gone I quickly found my stomach ill at ease, refusing to cease its rumbling until I found a new way to soothe it. Alais Ch. 01 Without a coin to pay for food I was turned away from every establishment I visited, that is until I realized I had something else of value each innkeeper or tavernowner desired, something that no longer felt as though it were of any worth to me, but something they all craved, my body. Without money I found that in order to find a warm, hearty meal, I was first required to swallow a man whole, to take him deep into my mouth and throat and let him explode inside of me. Day after day I become more and more skilled, discovering that if I used my tongue to stimulate their shaft they would cum inside of me quicker and free me sooner of my obligation, but that in doing so their horrid taste remained soaked into my tongue as I ate. Food no longer tasted as sweet when mixed with their semen. Some days I needed the strongest of meads just to wash it down. Without money I found that in order to enjoy the warmth of a hot bath, I was required lay submerged with a man. Some would be content with running their finger between my legs and sliding it up inside of my opening while I stroked the length of their shaft to make them cum. Others required the tight feel of my vagina around their warm member, wrapping it in the most intimate of embraces until they released their load. Others still, and I dreaded these nights most of all, yearned for neither my hand, nor my vagina... Without money I found that in order to find a warm, dry bed I was required to lay with a man all night, repeating acts I had been made to do all day long until the bed was burning hot, and soaked with both our sweat and his juices. I do not know how long I lived this way, a pleasure for a man in every way possible until I simply could not stand his touch upon me any longer. I would then run, as far away from him as I could possibly get, until my stomach cried out to me again for sustenance and my legs cried out to me for rest. The cycle would then start itself over again, a new town, a new tavern, a new man. July 6th, 1999 I am not able to recall exactly how I ended up in the Villa Bo'rea, a retreat within the northeastern skew of Alais, for my memory of that night feels to have been stolen from me. Most of what I do know is of hearsay that has spread amongst my new sisters. I do remember the taste of the mead, exceptionally strong that night. I remember Civern encouraging me to quell my thirst during dinner at the tavern, and I remembering him serving me another following our meal as we bathed together in his quarters. I remember him letting me drown the taste of his seed in my mouth with a third as I laid with him in bed, and then I remember nothing. I would awake the next morning within the interior grove of the villa, watched over by the Lord of Bo'rea, a man named Lavian Del'our. He told me of his purchase, he told me of his business, and he welcomed me into his home. I was not shocked, and the Lord Lavian could see it in my eyes: why should I have been, after all. Shelea, with whom I quickly became friends, taught me much of the villa. She had been there for over thirteen years, and was still so desirable that the Lord Lavian kept her in his home. She had been with the Lord the night that Civern had brought me to Bo'rea, and she told me of the men's trade. She even comforted me when I cried that I was not his to be sold. I grew quickly to like the villa however, and compared to the most recent months of my life I felt oddly blessed to be here. The Lord Lavian requested my companionship regularly, but no more than any other girl there. He did not take a particular liking to me the way the Lord Aleksander had, for he could see in my eyes that my purity had already been taken from me, over and over and over again. In fact it was Shelea who was invited most frequently into Lavian's bedchamber, her soul entangling our Lord's heart it seemed in the same way her legs entangled his body. I was requested to share myself with many of the men who visited the villa. They were all dressed in extravagant clothing, for I later learned that we serviced only the wealthy here. They would come with purses heaving gold and silver, and they would leave in the days to come with empty pockets, yet wholly content faces. Some of the men yearned for a woman's sweet caress, and would shower me with praise, professing their love for me over and over as our bodies danced together. Some of the men were only aroused by the marks of their hands upon my delicate skin. They would revel in the sounds of my cries and my screams, and the more I feared them the more terrifying they would become. Some of the men had very little imagination, laying their bodies on top of mine and penetrating my body over and over again until they had had their fill. Others taught me of things even I could not imagine. I can recall vividly the one who desired me work him with my mouth, caressing the whole of his shaft with my tongue until he unleashed his hot cum onto my chest. He requested I rub his sticky seed into me, all around the flesh of my breasts until my skin glowed and sparkled. He then offered me his own tongue in return, licking his own taste from off of me. I remember the one who dressed me in the tightest of gowns, pulling the strings of it so taut that my breasts stood as firm as stones upon my chest. He placed the most wicked looking of shoes upon my feet, ones that looked to have daggers protruding from the heels. I was most afraid of him when we first met, but my fear quickly left me as I realized, for the very first time in my life, that there were some men who desired inflict pain and fear not upon a woman, but instead upon themselves. There were men who requested I be a wholly different person, and none of them ever left my bedchamber unsatisfied. They would praise me on how wonderful I was at playing their game, and again many of them would profess their love for me. Their purses empty however, the Lord Lavian's workers would escort them from our villa. In truth it was these men who were easiest to satiate. More than any other I enjoyed pretending to be somebody else, to dress as a woman they had desired so often in the past but could never obtain. Amidst the heat of the moment sometimes I even forgot that it was my own body that they were using, believing instead that it was the other woman's. Though over the many months I shared my body with many different men, I had found myself freer than I had ever been since I had become a woman. Many nights my services were required, either by the Lord Lavian, or one of his many guests, but most often my days were free. I earned our Lord a great deal of wealth from the villa's visitors, and so I remained always in his good graces. He even gave to me a portion of my earnings, and once every week his servants would take us into the neighboring town's marketplace, where the men there would humble themselves before us like beggars, and where we could pretend to be, and truly felt like princesses. My sisters in the villa taught me many things, and I enjoyed my time with them more than anything. Lua taught me how to craft sheafs of plain fabrics into the most elegant of dresses, tailoring them to our bodies so that they covered us like a second skin. Arlie taught me how to scent and shade oils with the berries of our meadow, and how to arrange them onto canvas in a way that could captivate the essence of still life. I loved so dearly my days with her, and I still envy her so perfect hold over nature's image. Fiole taught me how to prepare the foods we grew in the villa, which oils complimented best their different textures, and which herbs and spices accentuated most powerfully their different tastes. Shelea spoke with the Lord Lavian on my behalf, and she requested for me my own plot within the fields. The Lord Lavian granted her request, and from that day forth I repaid my sisters' kindness, teaching them how to till the earth and nurture its fruits in a way that made our produce more succulent, our vegetables more plentiful, and our herbs more potent and enticing. And then, when the hour grew late and the firelight faded throughout the whole of the villa, Veras taught me more of how to be a woman of Alais than any other. She taught me of how our coy smiles could be our most deceptive of weapons. She taught me of how the hairpins she wove in a cross between her raven strands could be as sharp as any dagger to she who knew how to use them properly. She taught me that where a man stood most sensitive, so too did he stand the most vulnerable. She taught me that when a man sought to ravage my mouth with his wide member he offered that which was most precious to him up as wager. She taught me that when a man's eyes stood captivated by our heaving chests, they watched not their own backs. Veras taught me so many things during my months at Bo'rea. In truth it was Veras who stole from me my purity, moreso than even the twelve Bishops of our land had done, and for that I love her to no end. July 13th, 1999 We were all surprised that night the soldiers came, officers and commanders of the Bishops' royal guard. There was a man for each and every one of us girls to service, and together they carried a chest of riches greater than even the Lord Lavian himself had ever seen. I knew that something was not right. I could tell upon the faces of my sisters that they sensed the very same thing. None of us had truly been able to imagine that night just how sudden everything would change. The Lord Lavian requested we dress in the most elegant of gowns, and he summoned all twenty-five of us to the villa's main foyer, presenting us before the soldiers like entrees upon a buffet. Each man had paid to have their choice of us, and so we obediently reached out our hands. Mine was taken by a man named Lein. I lowered my head to him subserviently like I had been taught, and I led him back to my private bedchamber. I gazed onto his face, and into his eyes, attempting to discover what passions drove his lust as I had become so skilled at doing. I tried to discover whether he was aroused by a woman's innocence, her fear, her shyness, her brazenness, or her own lust, but I was unable to see anything within him. I removed the straps of my gown from off of my shoulders, in order to bear my chest to him, but he caught them before they could fall and he dressed me again. I reached to his penis, imprisoned within his uniform, and I dropped to my knees to embrace him with my lips, but he lifted me back onto my feet. I posed my body upon the bed in the most seductive ways that I could to arouse his lust, but he simply sat down beside me... and he asked me my name. Never before had any man ever bothered to do that, but then again never before had I met a man such as him. I told him that my name was Briya, and that I was halfway through my eighteenth year. I then lifted my gown up high upon my legs and I straddled his lap, kissing him upon his lips and lowering myself down upon him. He let my warmth embrace him for just the briefest of moments, and then, as though afraid, he pushed me from off of him, breathing deeply and heavily, even though I had yet to truly touch him. When he turned back to me he asked me if I enjoyed my life within the villa. I sat back upon the bed. For the moment I had thought I had come to understand him and his wholly unique mind. I did not answer his question, I merely slid my body away from him. I let him come to me. For hours the two of us simply talked. He asked me many questions about my life, and I answered them all coyly, if not entirely honestly. I told him of how I grew up upon a farm, and how I had come to be in the service of Villa Bo'rea. Even he was not immune to my smile, my laugh, or the way in which my breasts rose out of the confines of my gown with the deep breaths that I took next to him. I let him find his most comfortable position on the bed, and he chose one far away from me, but little by little I lured him closer. I stroked my hair from one side to the other, letting the fragrances of the soaps waft under his nose and excite his senses. I laughed at what stories he had of his own to return, and I smiled at him in a way that made him smile in return. I rubbed my legs together gently beneath my gown, and although he did not know that he saw, he watched my hips sway back and forth over a thousand times as though it was against his body. I patiently bided my time for hours that night, letting his unconscious movements draw him closer and closer to me until, without him even realizing it, he found my body wrapped within his arms. When he at last held me I looked up at him and I parted my lips so that he could feel my breath upon his face, for I knew the sensation would be intoxicating. I made my chest press firmly against his, and inch by inch I made his lips fall to caress my own. It was then that I knew that I had ensnared him, and I had been trained so well to do over the months. I had made him give into his lust. His tongue sought my own within my mouth. He no longer yearned to keep me clothed, but he let my gown fall from off my shoulders, and when it did he took my flesh within his hands, kneading my breasts within his fingers and pleasuring himself with the feel of my nipples. Having so long attempted to contain his lust, Lein had now become slave to it, blind and numb too all but my body and my touch. At last, I had thought, I had come to figure out his passions. He no longer retracted when I reached to his pants to stroke his hardness. He fought not against me as I unzipped them and pulled his penis from its tight confines. He did nothing but moan in complete ecstasy as I took him into my mouth and cleaned him of the pre-cum that had already come to coat much of his length. I do not know why, but as I sucked upon his manhood I found myself oddly aroused. Not once had I ever been so in the months since my birthday, not once with any of the twelve dozen men that had found route inside my body. It made his flesh feel pure and warm within me, not disgusting and hot. It made me yearn to lower myself deeper onto his shaft, to take him willingly down into my throat. It made his seed taste as sweet as honey upon my tongue, not wretched and bitter and dirty. When he came inside of my mouth I swallowed every last bit of his intoxicating taste. I licked my lips for the drops that had escaped, and I wiped my fingers over my chin to catch those as well. I licked down from the head of his shaft to the base to clean him again and I searched for the drops that had fallen down between his legs, savoring everything. I removed my gown from off of me completely, and I laid back upon the bed, pulling him towards me after I had cleaned him. Blinded still by his lust he followed me willingly, and I wrapped my legs around him. He buried the whole of his length inside of me, and for once I did not scream as he entered me. He was one of the largest men to ever enter me, but he did not hurt I was surprised. His shaft was completely bare, and so it should have slid roughly inside of me, but it did not, and I heard myself simply moaning in my own passion as he thrust himself inside and out. I would not realize until after my own breaths had a chance to calm themselves that it was because my own body had moistened the insides of my vagina, letting him enter me so gently. I moaned for a whole two hours as he had his way with my body, or rather, as I would come to realize, as I had my way with his. I found my lips begging and pleading with him to cum, to release his seed inside of me again, but despite all my efforts I could not bring him to. I embraced him so passionately in my arms that I dug my nails into the skin of his back. I kissed him so deeply that I found my teeth marking his shoulders in half a dozen places. I wrapped him so warmly with my legs that I never wanted to let go, yet even tightening my vagina as much as I could around his shaft I could not draw from him his seed. When the midnight bell sounded however, our lovemaking ended all too suddenly. It roused Lein from his trace like a man woken from bed. He parted my legs only to pull his body from mine, and he fled from me, as though I were a siren that had seduced him with her song, a look of sheer fear within his eyes. He dressed himself quickly in his uniform, making sure that all the possessions he had entered with he would then leave with. I could hear the doors of the other bedchambers open and close. The hour had at last come. The soldiers had had their time with us, but their gold had been exhausted. It was now their time to leave. Lein moved to exit my bedchamber, but something caught him and he turned back to me, still frozen upon my bed. He was frightened I could somehow tell, because he was a soldier and his mission he had not yet completed. With the sounding of the midnight bell he feared his time had already passed. He rushed again to my side and he pulled from his jacket pocket a silver crest of a rising dragon. He held it firmly before my gaze and he told me to remember its shape, to never forget it. He told me that it was Valore, the crest of the Van'shin. He told me I must keep secret that I ever saw it. He made me promise. Before he turned from me again he kissed me upon my lips and he told me that he loved me. I do not know why, but I believed him. July 14th, 1999 My sisters and I would come to learn that we had all sworn promises of secrecy to our guests. They should have known that while we may have spoken nothing to our Lord, there were no secrets between us. I was most surprised to learn that not only Lein, but all of the soldiers had resisted our touch at first. I was not surprised however to learn that all of them had eventually failed. I was after all the newest girl in the villa, the least experienced, the least skilled at seduction. Lua admitted that it had taken her an hour to lure her soldier into bed, but that she had drawn from him seven bursts of his seed. Arlie boasted that it had taken her only half the time, and that she had taken his load fives times inside of her vagina, and tasted it four. Fiole said that her mate had embraced her within ten minutes of their meeting, and that he had offered her his warmth over fifteen times. Yet Veras' companion had withstood her seduction for naught by two minutes before he needed her warmth around him, and his seed he had offered her over two dozen times. I could not bear to tell my sisters that it had taken me four hours just to draw from Lein a kiss, and that he had cum for me only once, but as they were they divulged from me what they wanted to hear regardless. What was most confusing of all was that we had each been shown the Valore, and we had each been told of the Van'shin. So too had we each sworn promises to our companion to never forget its shape. Shelea had scolded us all when she found out. Bearer of the Lord Lavian's heart, Shelea had offered hers to him as well, and we could only assume that she had broken our promise of secrecy for us. She was not offered to our guests as she was the sole possession of the Lord Lavian, but she assured us that the Valore was no crest of the Bishops' royal guard. She had been a trophy of the true royal guard for nearly a year and a half after her family had died. She told us she had serviced over five hundred of Alais' soldiers during her time there, until the Lord Lavian had purchased her for more gold than any man in his right mind could even have refused. Since then she had lived at the villa, and even though she had been given the new title of whore upon her arrival here, she was more a free woman here than she would ever be let to be anywhere else. From that moment on the villa had become our prison. We were confined to our bedchambers for days, our meals prepared and brought to us. We had not a single man to service during that time. We had not even a single guest visit our grounds. We could only speculate as to what had riled our Lord so, for we were not even allowed to see the other girls.