0 comments/ 27855 views/ 1 favorites Contract of Leather: Ch.1 By: LadyTabitha I need only look around my room to set the sadness burning in my chest once more. The walls of my chambers are bare, and the closet stands open and devoid of clothing. Everything I own is neatly packed away somewhere in the house, in preparation of tomorrow's journey. The only remaining articles are the bedclothes and the gown I am to wear in the morning. It is the last night I will ever spend in my family home, and I can't seem to stop the tears from welling in my eyes at the thought. In the middle of my contemplations, a knock sounds from the door. Before she even opens the wood panel, I know it is my mother, coming to see her daughter one last time. She enters my quarters, and I see she is bearing a small black box in her hand. "My daughter, you bring your family great honor tomorrow," she says. As we sit together on the edge of the bed, I know this to be true. In our homeland, men have all the power and control, and a woman's fate is determined by what men take interest in her. As the youngest of a family of six sisters, normally I would have been exchanged to a farmer or peasant, given away in trade for livestock or some other necessity of the household. Two of my elder sisters had already fallen into this fate. Luckily for me, I have caught the eye of the young Prince Ajan. The king had given my family a sizable chunk of valuable farmland in exchange for taking me as the Prince's first concubine. I know that I am fortunate; palace life is much easier than being a farmer's wife, and when Ajan tires of me I will be married to a wealthy household. But knowing this cannot ease the fear in my heart, or the trembling of my limbs. My mother opens the box in her lap, and I see there are several pieces of elegant jewelry lying on the red velvet lining inside. "I was like you," she tells me. "The youngest in my family, when your father made the deal with my parents. And the night I was to leave, my mother came to my room. She knew I was frightened, and that I didn't want to leave my home. So she gave me these, the only articles of jewelry she had. She told me whenever I got lonely or homesick in my new home, I was to put these on, and I would remember her and all the good times I had at home." She smiles at me, and I see a light sheen of tears in her eyes. "I would like for you to choose one, and take it with you. That way, when you are in the palace and you are feeling alone, you will always remember tonight and know that I understand." I take the box in my hands, and look at the things my mother offers me. There is a necklace, a delicate pendant of coral on a silver wire. Two pairs of earrings lie on the red velvet, one made of pearl and the other of onyx. And then I spot the one I know I will take. It is a bracelet made of green jade and silver, shaped to look like twining ivy leaves snaking around your wrist. It is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and my fingers tremble slightly as I reach to take it. My mother smiles when she sees my choice, and takes the delicate rope from my hand and fastens it around my left wrist. You must sleep now. The palace guards will arrive early in the morning to escort you." The tears are running down her face now freely, and she leans forward to plant a kiss on my forehead. "You are a good daughter," she murmurs. "I will remember you. Be well, my child." The last thing I ever see of my mother is her back, and her image fleeing through the door to my room is blurry because I start to cry. The guards arrive early in the household. Dawn has just crept over the horizon when the maid comes to wake me. I dress quickly, and am led out to meet the caravan in front of my house. Despite the fear of leaving my household for the first time, I am a little excited. I've never seen anything so fine as the guardsmen that have come to take me safely to Prince Ajan. They are all well muscled men, eight of them. They wear outfits of the finest black silk, loose fitting pants and open black vests that show off their strong chests. Their skin is tanned from the sun and every now and again I detect a faded scar barely marring the perfection of their bodies. Four of them bear a palanquin, a beautiful traveling cart for me to ride in, which they lower enough for me to board. The other four flank the front and back of the cart, and I see they are the ones that bear wicked-looking scimitars at their side. I pull back the curtains of the palanquin, and step inside. The tiny space is adorned with plush silk curtains for me to sit upon during the journey, and there is a small carafe of wine and a goblet for my use. There is a moment's jostling as the palanquin is hoisted onto the shoulders of the men, and then we start to proceed. I pour myself a glass of wine, and sip on it slowly, watching out of the back curtain as my house gets smaller and smaller behind us with ever step. It is a long journey, but I barely notice. The countryside is beautiful to look at as we progress forward, and I am too nervous about meeting the prince to even think about time. Around three in the afternoon, I get my first glimpse of the city and the palace beyond, and I am as much in awe as I am scared. It is an imposing sight even on the horizon, a huge white-walled building with towers that reach high in the sky. The turrets and towers are capped with golden bulbs that glisten in the sun, and it is so perfect it doesn't seem real. The nearer we draw to it, the more detail I notice. I see that the white walls bear exquisite designs of gold and silver, and the doorways are huge almond-shaped portals with sturdy wooden doors and thick golden borders. We pass through the city, and the streets are crowded with people who are curious to watch the procession. Somewhere in the crowd, I'm sure at least one of my sisters is there with the rest of them, watching me being born towards the royal palace. I avoid their staring eyes and gaping mouths and instead turn my attention onto our destination ahead. My stomach starts fluttering when we get close enough to the front gate to see the two huge golden tiger statues that rested there, and the guards who rush over to meet us. There are a few barked orders from the head of the guards in my caravan, then the doors of the palace are opened and we are let inside. I've never seen anything like the interior of this great, sparkling fortress. Once past the fortifications of the front, the courtyard is a veritable playground for the senses. There are gorgeous fountains everywhere, spraying clean water nearly as high as the castle walls themselves, and lush and beautiful flowers bloom from carefully sculpted garden beds. There are people in the courtyard, other servants perhaps, who glance up with minimal interest at my palanquin. The clothing they wear is beautiful, silk gowns and garments, often embroidered with delicate silver threads. I feel less than adequate, riding in this elegant curtained cart wearing nothing but the rough cotton dress stitched by my mother's own hands. My fingers instinctively go for the bracelet at my wrist, for it is the nicest thing I wear, the tips tracing the intricate design. The palanquin is lowered, and the curtain is pulled back. It is time for me to dismount, as I get to my feet I see someone is waiting for me. The man's robes and sash let me know he is an advisor to the court. I can almost read the sneer of distaste on his lips when he sees my poor attire, but I hold my head high. "Well, so you are the young prince's first concubine," the man drawls, looking at me. "I am Quar, advisor to the royal family. Also I have been appointed inspector of the royal harem. I have personally overseen all of the king's women, and now that the young prince is of age, I will do so with his." He claps his hands loudly, and two young men step forward to his bidding. "Take the girl to the bathhouse. See that she is properly groomed and attired, and I will be by to inspect her later. Hopefully she cleans up nicely, for Ajan's sake." My body burns with anger; this man is deliberately cruel to me simply because I am a woman who comes from "low stock" in his opinion. I open my mouth to speak, but am surprised when Quar reaches out and grabs my jaw hard and squeezes. "Don't even speak," he hisses. "The first rule of a concubine is that your mouth must always be silent unless the royal family or I request you to speak. At home, you may have been able to break the rules, but here you will obey, or you will be punished." He smiles and lets go of my face. I reach a hand up and massage my aching cheeks. "You would do well to heed my commands, young lady. The king is often generous enough to let me have the concubines who disobey for a few nights, to properly break them back in. I don't really think a scrap of a girl like you is ready for a night's punishment at my hand." He nods to the servant boys, and then walks away, leaving them to show me to the bathing hall. My fear of the distasteful Advisor Quar is soon forgotten as we walk, for I am truly overcome by the beauty of the palace. The harem has its own wing of the palace, and it is to this area I am taken. In this area, the bathhouse and preparation chambers are the two central rooms, and then there are several smaller hallways with the private quarters for the concubines. The halls and walls of this wing are elegantly painted, bearing portraits of beautiful women. Some of the pictures show women lounging, or riding horses, or bathing. A few show several women serving one man. I am led to the bathhouse first, a massive bathing room with one main pool and several tubs and tables situated around the room. It is empty at this hour, the water of the pool still and quiet. One of the young men smiles at me comfortingly, but the other is stone-faced when he turns to me. "Disrobe, please," he orders. I hesitate for a moment, my face flooded with heat. No one save for my sisters had ever seen me in a state of undress, and I am self-conscious at letting these men see my naked body. They stand there, waiting for me to remove my gown, and it occurs to me that these men have probably done this to every concubine that has passed through the doors of the place. Trembling, my fingers come up to undo the laces of my gown. Their eyes follow the movements of my hands, eyeing the strip of skin that is exposed from my neck to my waist as I work the ties. When I am unlaced, they step forward and each grab a flap of the dress, pulling it from my body and leaving me naked save for my bracelet. I feel scared, my hands coming up to cup over my breasts, my legs like jelly. They each take an elbow and gently lead me to the steps of the pool. The water that laps at my feet is cool, and as I make my way down into the water I hear the rustle of cloth at my back. Waist-deep in the water, I turn to find that the servants too are undressing. I have never seen a man without clothing before, and as the young pages undress I can't tear my eyes away. The kind one who smiled at me was very feminine, slender and nearly hairless. The nipples of his chest are baby pink in color, and I admire the way his pale chest tapers down into a flat stomach, with only a smattering of dark hair the same shade of the hair on his head circling his bellybutton. But the real shock comes when his hands unlace and drop his loose trousers, and I see for the first time the sex of a man. My sisters had giggled about it when we were children, had told each other stories they had heard about the "erect monsters" all men bore between their thighs. We had come up with a thousand different ideas of what it might look like, but nothing could have prepared me for this first sight. Whether from looking at my naked body or from the slight chill of the bathhouse air, his penis is erect, and it is both magnificent and frightening at the same time. I gape at the sight of the thick veined shaft, the same rosy pink as the nipples on his chest, and the way the head is swollen and wet with his juices. I estimate him to be around the length from my wrist to the tip of my middle finger, and his thickness seems impossibly large. My eyes wander over to the other man, who is already naked and starting to join me in the water. He is different, built more like the guards who escorted me this morning, hard and muscled all over. His sex is not fully erect yet, but even soft he appears to be long and skinny, and most of his chest and legs and stomach are covered in brown hair. My body burns with embarrassment when I look up and see the kind one's smile, and know that he understands exactly what I am measuring. They lead me to the left side of the pool, where there is a small shelf filled with hard soaps and unlabeled bottles. I reach for the soap, but they stop me, and I realize they not just here to supervise me but bathe me as well. The stern one soaps up his big hands into a nice lather while the other coaxes my head back to wet my hair. It was a strange thing to have these two men bathing me, nothing like bathing myself at home. I close my eyes and feel the hands scrubbing my hair, a gentle pulling and tugging on the dark strands. At the same time, I feel another set of hands soaping my face and my neck and shoulders, the strong fingers kneading and washing. I can feel the bump of their bodies against mine every now and again, though on purpose or by accident I can't tell. The stern one lifts my breasts in his palms, lathering up the pale globes. Against his callused palms, my nipples pucker and rise, embarrassing me. The washing of my body and the way their hands and bodies brushed over my skin is having a strange effect on my body. I'd never experienced these sensations, the way every hair on my body stands on end, and the strange and sudden heaviness in my lower belly. My nipples and sex start to throb with every beat of my heart. My lower body is beneath the water, and the kind one asks me to sit on the edge of the bathing pool so they can finish bathing me. I lie back on the cool tile edge, as each of them grabs an ankle and pull my legs apart, exposing me. Then their hands are on me again, their fingers trailing up my calves and inner thighs, tracing the curve of my buttocks and the crease where my legs join my abdomen. The first time one of them touches my exposed folds, I bolt upright, my eyes flying open. It is like electricity, that touch, and the throbbing intensifies. But the kind one is coaxing me to lie back again, and I feel his hands keeping me held down while the stern one reaches for my sex once more. His soapy fingers rub down the thick outer lips, and I hear him mutter something to the other and they both laugh. No one has ever touched me like this, and I cry out when he carefully pulls open the slit and pushes two fingers inside, moving them in a pistoning motion. I notice he is careful not to plunge them too deeply, and I know he is taking such care to preserve the untainted inner barrier. One of the reasons I was chosen to be the prince's first concubine is because my virginity is intact, and the only person who will have the honor of deflowering me is the great Prince Ajan himself. Still, this bathing is arousing in me things I never knew existed, and I am whimpering quietly. It is strange to be invaded like this, and yet, the slow thrusting of this man's hand is so pleasant that I have to keep my hips from rising to his motions. His thumb comes up once, rubbing some hidden pleasure spot resting just above the mouth of my sex, and it has the effect of a fire raging in a dry field. I cry out, and he laughs. "Rinse and oil her," the stern one tells my kind companion. "I will go fetch clothing and a brush, and inform Prince Ajan that she will soon be ready for Advisor Quar's inspection." His hands leave my body abruptly, and I am left alone with the slender one that is ordering me back in the water. I am grateful to rinse off in the cool water once more, hoping to ease the unfamiliar burning in my loins. It doesn't, and so I am left feeling aching and open when I leave the water. Now that I am clean, the kind one orders me to rest on one of the tables while he fetches some of the unlabeled bottles. Inside are several sweet-smelling oils, extracts of nuts and flowers that are meant to perfume and soften the skin. He rubs me down, pouring the cool liquid over my skin and working into my pores, until my white skin seems to glow. He starts on my back, working down my shoulders and back, paying close attention to the plump globes of my bottom and my upper thighs. Then I roll over, and I am treated to the same attentions over my breasts, stomach and abdomen. The crests of my nipples scream out under the fingers as he tweaks them, makes sure the blood is making them a dusky pink and glistening with the oil. "You are beautiful," he croons. "The prince will be smitten with you. And you are a virgin, and already you respond to caresses easily. You will be a delight." My stomach muscles clench as he works even lower. His greased fingers bypass my hungry and leaking nether mouth, instead working on my legs and feet before moving back up. When the slick tips of his nimble hands brushes my pubic curls, he laughs because my abdomen clenches in and I cry out. "You don't even know why your body is burning so, do you?" He purrs, and he looks around for a long moment to make sure no one is coming. "Let me give you a taste of things to come, pet," he says, and my eyes open, searching his face. He never leaves my gaze as he parts my thighs, lowering his face towards the very center of my womanhood. He blows lightly against the oiled folds, making me shudder, and then I feel his full lips brush the lips. When he closes over my sex, his tongue slipping out to swipe over the entrance of my slit, I can't control myself. I cry out softly, as he suckles me. The devil knows what he's doing, his eyes watching me carefully, alternating between lapping at the tiny bud of pleasure and sucking the salty essence from my flower. Something in my stomach is building, and I am hardly aware when his hands come under my buttocks, lifting me to a better angle. He plunges his tongue inside me, tasting my inner walls, and the tight coil of sensation is cresting to a feverish pitch. "Let it go," he says, and in a moment of roughness seizes my clit between his lips and suckles hard. I am washed over, transported by the feelings exploding in my stomach, and my sex is pulsing without control as I arrive at my first climax. He lets me ride the waves until they are little throbs, and I come to my senses. Gently cleaning me with a rag, he smiles, and his lips and chin are flooded with my wetness. "I have been told that I am to be your personal bather from now on," he tells me. "The prince may have his way with you, but when no one is around, I will show you things you have never thought possible." He kisses me, and I taste myself on his mouth and tongue, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of my first taste of sex. He breaks away to clean himself, and it was not a moment too soon, for the other man returns with his bundle. They dress me in a gown ten times more delicate than the one I arrived in, a white cloud of soft transparent silk. The gown can be seen right through, and I blush when I see the arrogant circles of my nipples beneath the diaphanous fabric, and the dark black triangle of my pubic hair pointing the way to my inner walls like a beacon. They started to take my bracelet from my wrist, but the look that I give them gives them pause and they decide against it. The two of them brush my hair and braid it, weaving white flowers into the dark thick rope. They adorn my lips with the stain of crushed berries, and then call for Advisor Quar. I almost smirk when I see the look on the man's face, as if he can't really believe that I am the poor country girl he insulted just hours before. He checks to make sure I am perfumed and ready, then sniffs in disdain. "All right," he admits. "I'll go announce your readiness to your new master. Wait here." Contract of Leather: Ch.1 He turns to my bathers and dismisses them. The kind one, my sensual bather, gives me a conspiratorial wink before he leaves. I wait for around thirty minutes, lounging on one of the tables until Quar returns for me. "Follow me," he orders, and I leave the bathhouse behind, following him to the chambers of the prince. My stomach is in knots as we walk. It is time for me to meet the man I am to serve, the man whom I will be responsible for pleasuring for years into the future. The thought frightens me beyond belief. Prince Ajan turns out to be a more handsome fellow than I expected. I'd only seen him from a distance, usually during festivals or such, and always flanked by his statelier father and mother. Here in his private quarters, he appears less like a prince. No, seeing him there, resting on the heaped pillows of his bed, he looks like some exotic predator like a panther or great cat. His green eyes widen when Quar brings me in the room, and I see his gaze linger on the limbs of my body, naked beneath the thin layer of transparent cloth. Quar starts to tell him about the preparations he's taken to make me presentable, but Ajan silences him with a wave of his hand. "Leave us." I see the hiss of hatred in the Advisor's gaze, but he does as he is bid, leaving me alone in the room and locking the door behind him. Prince Ajan rises off the bed, and comes over to circle around me. As he drinks in me, so I observe him, noting every detail of my new master. His hair is dark, the shade of a raven's wing, and it trails down his back in loose waves. Most of the men in the palace wear their hair fashionably short, but the prince looks right bearing the long tresses. It gives him the air of a rogue. His eyes are green and sparkly, and his face is sharply featured and handsome. He is shirtless, wearing only a pair of white breeches. The color is good against his tanned skin, accenting the muscles of his chest and the ridged planes of his stomach. The crotch of the pants is tight, and my eyes widen at the considerable bulge there. He looks older than his tender 18 years, and from the look in his eyes, he also is more dangerous than he appears to be. "What is your name?" He asks, stepping back to look at my face. I feel my cheeks heating with a blush, but I manage to stammer, "My name is Janna, your highness." "Janna," He breathes, and smiles. "Janna, it is time to serve your new lord." He saunters back to his bed, lying down over the pillows. "Come and undress me." I am rooted to the spot for a moment, frightened. So the night has come, and I now have to pay for the pampering earlier. It is time to earn my keep, to give the young Prince Ajan the greatest gift I have. I move to the bed, and reach out my hands towards the ties of his pants. He chuckles at the way my fingers recoil when they brush against the tight bulk of his groin. I tug the breeches over his hips, pulling them down over his thighs and free of his feet. I can feel his eyes on my body, burning hot as he watches me drape the pants over a nearby divan. When I turn to him again, he's already risen from the covers to take me in his arms. "God, you're beautiful," he groans against my hair, and I feel the very hardness of his body pressed against me, the thick muscles of his chest against my face, and the erect tumescence of his member against the soft pout of my belly. I bring my hand up between us in curiosity, my fingers coming up to close around his sex, squeezing the shaft lightly. He thrusts against my hand, and I let go, grazing my fingertips over the knobby purple-tinted head, then cupping the fleshy sac that dangled beneath. Prince Ajan growls, and pushes the straps of the flimsy gown from my shoulders, letting it pool at my feet. He lifts me to the bed, and proceeds to feed on my mouth, invading me with his arrogant tongue. His caresses are not like that of the bathers. His fingers pinch and cup and probe me everywhere, pinching my nipples until I cry out and then moving his mouth to soothe the sore tips. My inexperienced hands flutter at his back, then come between us to grip at the thin trail of hair that runs from the middle of his chest to the thick jutting penis that grinds against me. Prince Ajan gives me a little taste of the ecstasy that I had with my kind bather, bringing his mouth to my sex and working me into a slow burn. But he doesn't complete his ministrations, and instead chooses to begin exploring my heated hole with his thick fingers. He pushes in with two fingers at first, sliding them in until they reach the barrier of my innocence, then removing them and thrusting them again. He manages to open me enough for four fingers, stretching me, readying me for the overly large cock he will soon plant inside. When my lubrication was enough to satisfy him, and he was certain that I was prepared enough for his standards, he kneels over my face and takes his shaft in his hands. "Suck it. Wet me for your nice little body," he orders. I do my best to please him, though the corners of my mouth scream in agony as I struggle to take him all in. He is too thick to keep my teeth from occasionally rubbing against the length of the thick stalk, and the head hits the back of my throat, making me gag a bit. Prince Ajan withdrawals his member from my lips and then pushes my thighs far apart. "It's time for you to feel a real man inside you," he moans. "Let me fill your little hole. Let me see you bleed on my cock." Then I feel him guiding that massive organ to the entrance of my lower mouth, and I prepare myself to be taken for the first time. My folds are stretched open wide by the bulbous head of his sex, and I can't believe how full it feels, sliding into my never-used opening. I feel like I'm being split apart, and he takes out the thick cock and thrusts back in slowly, pushing deeper. It is a mixture of pleasure and pain until the blunt head bumps against the membrane of my virginity, and he grunts. "You're so tight and wet," Ajan purrs, his body trembling above mine with the sensations pulsing through him. "I'm going to make you mine now, Janna, you beautiful little slut." He draws back only halfway, and before I can even tense, he pushes into me fully, breaking through the thin layer of skin and opening me fully. It is the worst pain I've ever felt in my life, the stinging snap of my virginity being taken, and I scream. Ajan holds still for as long as he can control himself, trying to let me adjust to the feel of my first cock. Eventually the major hurt of the invasion gives way, and Prince Ajan cannot control his ardor any longer. He starts pounding away, thrusting in and out of my stinging sex in a speedy fashion, and I lie there biting my lip to hide the fact that I am feeling very little pleasure from this first ride. It takes only moments before the young prince pulls free of my wetness, rising up above me like some demi-god. His hand is a blur as he fists the shaft of his member, until he gives a cry and the head of his cock explodes, sending strand after strand of his white seed to coat my breasts and belly. Prince Ajan collapses to the bed beside me, and I see the blood of my innocence and my juices mixed together on his deflating cock, marking my servitude as surely as iron collar and chains. After he has recomposed himself and dressed, Prince Ajan sends for Quar. "Take her back to the bathhouse. See that she is bathed and treated, and have her taken to her quarters." "Is the young prince pleased with his concubine?" Quar asks, and I can see that he is hoping for any sign of displeasure. The prince's gaze rakes over my body, his face openly showing the pride he feels at the sight of the blood that stains my pale thighs. "Very pleased. I will enjoy teaching this one for a long while. Make sure she gets a good night's rest. Tomorrow I will send for her early in the day." Quar nods, and I am led once again to the bathhouse. My kind bather is delicate with me, taking great care to wash my bruised parts without hurting me. I still wince, for I am very sore. Once I am bathed, I am shown to a beautiful room of my own. It is small, but the bed is comfortable and the pillow is soft. A small table bears a meal for me, and some wine. I eat a little, and then retire to my bed in exhaustion. Lying alone there in my room, still stinging from my deflowering, a wave of homesickness overwhelms me. I cry myself to sleep that night, my fingers tracing over the ivy-design bracelet. I cannot go home now ever again. I belong to Prince Ajan now, and my body is his for how he sees fit. And as I dream, I can only wonder at what he has in store for me. Coming soon: Chapter Two, in which Janna is taught further at the hands of Prince Ajan, her young bather, and the King Ahamed, and is taught disciplines by the Advisor Quar