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The New Nobility Ch. 01

By: Otto26



Copyright Otto26, 2007

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Evelyn took a deep breath as Evard rolled off her. She instinctively reached down and took hold of his plastic covered cock, checking the condom to make certain it was still on and unruptured. It was, in her opinion, one of the better inventions the new nobility had brought to Wells. But it was still far from perfect and Evelyn didn't want to end up pregnant and married off. She had plans or, at least, she'd had plans.

"Tell us then," Evard said. His eyes were closed and he was laying back in the straw and breathing heavily.

"Tell you what?" Evelyn snapped.

"What's bothering you," Evard replied. "I'm a dullard, sure, but even I can tell you're upset. Go ahead and talk, you always do."

She squeezed his cock once, hard, and then wiped her hand on his belly. "Career selections were announced today," she said in a tight voice.

"Didn't get what you wanted, then?"

She shook her head. She'd applied for training in the health field; women could prosper there. The advent of the new nobility had done a great deal to empower women and open new opportunities to them, but those changes were still fresh and women could only advance so far. The health field was a notable exception, one where women had already enjoyed considerable privileges. Some of the most powerful women on Wells had begun their career as physicians, but that made it a very desirable career choice for many women.

The educational system the new nobility had implemented gave Evelyn access to opportunities that her mother couldn't have dreamed of, but it came at a price, and that price was a strict meritocracy which rationed access to higher education. The new nobility needed educated laborers to build the infrastructure for the improved society they were building, the teachers all said. In two generations Wells would be prosperous, but in the here and now Evelyn Jones was condemned to the life of a drudge.

"Factory laborer," she whispered.

Evard whistled in commiseration. "Had that option, myself. That or going for a soldier. Fooled them, I did, and joined a household."

Evelyn's eyes darted to where their clothing lay in a pile. Evard's livery clothing was easy to distinguish, far finer than the fabrics available to her working class family and brighter with the new dyes.

"What's it like?" she asked pensively.

"The household? Oh, better than drudging. I've a space in the dormitory and three meals a day. I work at whatever task I'm given and it usually only takes half my day. The perks are great: leftover food from fine feasts, tips from guests, travel sometimes, and I get to see the nobility up close. I've seen the Baron! When he came on his visit I was a doorman because Lews was sick. Hungover really, but it got me out of the pantry."

Evard, never shy to boast about his cleverness or his connections to the rich and powerful, meager though both were, continued talking, oblivious to the fact that Evelyn was no longer listening to him.

'Better than drudging,' she mulled. And it might be the case. She'd seen Sir Arun's household about the town and the servants all looked well fed and well cared for. It couldn't be any harder than working a ten hour shift in one of the factories and it looked to have better benefits and opportunities for advancement.

"Is it true about the oath?" she asked, unaware that she was interrupting him.

"The oath?" he repeated. "True enough, I suppose. You're giving yourself over to the authority of the household. Civil authorities can't touch you. That time I got into a fight with Myles? Magistrate had to turn me over to the chamberlain. Mind you, I still got a flogging out of it and if they'd been of the mind they could have executed me. More likely they'd turn me out of service though. Why do you care?" he asked, suddenly catching the thread of her interest.

Evelyn smiled at him and rolled over on top of him. "Better than drudging," she repeated. She lowered her mouth to his neck and kissed him for several moments. "I'd like that," she said, "and if you could get me into your household then we'd be closer." She eeled her way slowly down his body, kissing at his chest, licking his nipples and taut belly. She could feel his breath coming faster and a wicked glance cast in his direction showed that his attention was entirely focused on her.

She went lower still and gently peeled the condom from his rigid cock. She brought her mouth close to the tip, close enough that he could feel her breath on him, but didn't touch him. "I'd like that," she repeated. "You can do that, can't you? Get me an interview?" She extended her tongue, pulling her head back as she did so that it never actually touched him.

"God yes," he gasped. "I can do that." Some deeply buried virtue forced him to add, "But I can't promise they'll take you."

"Promise me the interview, then," she said with a smile.

"I promise," he said fervently.

Evelyn grasped his cock with one hand, wrapping it around the base of him, and slowly took his glans into her mouth. He groaned as the bitter taste of his residual cum hit her tongue. She sucked him gently, letting her lips and tongue do the bulk of the work, as she gathered her knees up under her. Evard, she knew, liked to see her. If he saw her breasts jiggling back and forth he'd be done quicker. To that end, her free hand toyed with his balls and she moaned softly and a little regretfully. Evard would be done for the night after this and she'd only had a little orgasm from his earlier efforts. She could feel the warmth building in her belly and knew that she'd have to go without or be satisfied with her hand.

'Worth it, though,' she thought as Evard erupted into her mouth to the accompaniment of ecstatic shouts. 'Anything is better than drudging in a factory until I'm old and withered.'

***

The hallway in the servant's quarters was stark. The wooden floor was bare and gleamed from polishing, the walls were a bright white and undecorated in any way, and it was narrow. Sitting on the bench outside the door to the butler's room Evelyn had time to reflect that even that stark simplicity was more opulent than anything she'd ever seen. The floor was bare, but the wood was curly-knot, which she'd only ever seen in expensive furniture. The hallway was lit by electronics, the new LEDs, she guessed, where she'd grown up with oil lamps and tallow candles. 'And this is just the servant's quarters,' she thought nervously.

"You're to go in," a young man in household livery said curtly as he left the room. Evelyn swallowed once and then walked in, closing the door behind her.

The room, like the hallway, was stark but it reflected a level of wealth far above Evelyn's experience. A large man sat behind a desk tapping at the keyboard of the first computer Evelyn had ever seen outside of books or the flickers. He did not invite her to sit, so she did not. After several long minutes he looked up from his work.

"You know how to wait," he remarked. "That's good. Can you read?"

"Yes, sir," she replied.

"Come to find your fortune, have you?"

"No, sir. That is... I don't want to be a factory drudge, sir. Well fed, well clothed, a little respect... seems a better option than what I was given."

He nodded. "You sucked young Evard's dick to get the interview. Is that how you intend to advance yourself in the world?"

Evelyn flushed, but stood her ground. She'd had this argument before. "It's not illegal, nor a sin, for a woman to enjoy sex, sir. I've come to work, and not on my back, though I'll take my pleasure where I find it. So long as I'm not breaking the rules, sir."

He grunted. "Plainly spoken. Do you understand the oath?"

Evelyn grimaced. "I'm not sure, sir. I have to swear to obey, I know that."

"That's part of it. The oath is a contract which binds you to the house. In return for your loyal service the house will see to your care. While you will no longer be subject to civil law, the penalties which the house can assess are far more severe."

Evelyn nodded, despite her apprehension. "I will be true, sir."

"Well enough, then. We've a place for a chambermaid. If Mrs. Elati approves then we'll take you on. You'll find her in the laundry at this time of day. Go speak to her."

Mrs. Elati, an elderly woman unlike any Evelyn had ever seen, had approved and Evelyn had found herself swept up in a whirlwind of tasks, passed from one servant to another as she was given a medical examination, issued clothing, assigned a bunk space in a room shared by three other chambermaids, and given more instructions than she could remember. This was followed by a meal that was terrifyingly formal and then she found herself lying awake in her bed while the sleeping sighs and snores of her roommates filled the room.

***

She woke late in the morning and had to hurry through a quick wash, no more than passing a wet rag between her thighs and under her breasts and arms. Lining up with the other maids her unfamiliar clothing was found to be insufficiently neat which merited a slap to the face and stern directions to fix herself whilst the others ate breakfast. Hungry and nervous she found herself assigned to a team of maids working in a portion of the house that was unoccupied.

"The young master's portion of the house," Sondra explained as they painstakingly dusted every object in the room. "He's away at school so these rooms aren't really used."

"They're a test, then?" Evelyn asked.

Sondra nodded. "Mrs. Elati will be through later to check our work. When she thinks we're ready we'll be permitted to work in the occupied rooms."

Evelyn focused on her work, paying attention to the most minor details with such ferocious focus that she failed to hear the head chambermaid enter the room. A sharp pinch to her bottom brought her back to the moment and, blushing, she looked down at the carpet beneath her feet.

"Are you deaf, girl?" the acerbic voice demanded.

"No, ma'am," Evelyn said. "I... when I work I shut everything out except the task at hand. It won't happen again, ma'am."

"It will not, or you'll discover if your talent fits in better at one of the factories," Mrs. Elati declared. She stared at Evelyn for a long moment and then began inspecting the room. It was a thorough inspection.

"Who told the new girl about cleaning the insides of the pots?" she demanded.

The chambermaids darted glances at each other, but none spoke up.

"Did someone tell you to clean the insides of the pots?" she asked Evelyn.

"No, ma'am. Was that wrong? I was told you had very high standards and it seemed to me that a noble household would expect such attention to detail."

The sniff that Mrs. Elati delivered might have been approving, or disappointed, or both. Her only comment, however, was that she would return when they were finished.

"Who told you, then?" Sondra asked as they went back to work.

Evelyn shrugged. "No one. Don't they expect us to do our best?"

"A week scrubbing floors in the kitchen I had when she inspected my work the first day," Sondra told her. "Never heard of a new girl not missing something. You might be worth having around," she allowed.

The rest of the day was about the same. The women worked as a team to clean the unoccupied suite and the rooms around it. The work wasn't particularly hard and they were able to work fairly slowly and talk while they were about it. After another formal meal for lunch, they were sent to assist with the laundry, folding clothing and delivering it to the chambermaids and footmen about the house. Evelyn was introduced to the servants at dinner that night and then found she had the evening to herself. Two of her roommates were engrossed in reading aloud from one of the popular romance comic books while the third had vanished with a pair of friends to find one of the footmen. Evelyn wandered the servant's quarters, learning the layout and sort of not-looking for Evard. She was successful in not finding him and eventually settled for a bathe and then climbed into bed.

The next ten days proceeded in much the same fashion and Evelyn began to settle in and feel more at home. She'd discovered they were allowed to borrow readers from the library and was delighted by the sudden wealth of information that was available to her. Better still, the readers connected to the info-ether and gave her access to a world she'd never experienced before. But she also became aware of the politics of the servant's quarters. A few of the chambermaids seemed to resent her, particularly the fact that she hadn't yet been caught out by Mrs. Elati and given the traditional hazing. Evelyn half considered making a mistake just to be punished and get things over with, but she didn't. Part of her knew that the girls would just find something else to dislike about her, and part of her refused to compromise her standards.

So when she overheard one of the malicious maids whispering something about "...when the witch finds it. She'll learn her lesson then." she knew that someone had acted against her. She kept a straight face through dinner and retreated to her room immediately afterwards, trying to think what they might have done. A search of the room, with no explanations offered to her amused roommates, turned up nothing amiss.

'They must have done something in the rooms,' she decided. She tidied up her uniform and slipped out of the servant's area and made her way to the end of the house. She'd been responsible for the bedroom that morning, so she started in there. A quick search turned up nothing obvious but, convinced she was right, she continued searching.

She found what she was looking for under the covers of the huge bed, between the sheets. A dead bug. She grinned in amusement, holding the bug in her hand as she bent over the bed. 'How obvious,' she thought.

"Now this is the way a man should be welcomed home," a drunken voice announced behind her.

She gasped in surprise and tried to stand, but a strong hand pushed her back down onto the bed, pinning her against it. 

"No, don't get up, not on my account," the voice said cheerfully and she felt another hand lifting her skirts, tossing them over her head and plunging her into darkness.

"My Lord?" she heard another voice begin to ask a question, but it was cut off.

"That will be all, Lews. I think I'm fine for the evening," the first voice slurred firmly.

"Of course, my Lord."

Evelyn felt her linen drawers rip and the cool air of the room on her bare ass. "M..my Lord?" she managed.

"Indeed I am, my fine wench," the voice replied, slurred and jocular.

Fingers forced their way between her thighs and then between her soft nether lips. She gasped and her fingers clawed at the bed sheet.

"Too... too rough... my Lord," she stammered.

"Ah? But I think you like it rough, wench," the voice asserted.

Evelyn cried out in pain as the fingers thrust into her.

"You do like it," the voice concluded.

Evelyn, thought to correct the man, but his fingers wiggled inside her, roughly stroking her silken walls and making her body react as it had been designed. After a minute his attentions were no longer painful and she began to feel a little pleasure through the dull ache.

"That'll do," the voice announced and the fingers withdrew. Evelyn felt a momentary sense of emptiness before his cock forced its way inside her, stretching and filling her in a way that Evard had never quite done. Her gasp was less about pain and more about pleasant surprise; the man picked up on the difference.

"Yes, it's better for me as well. Put on a show for me now, wench, and show your appreciation."

Evelyn was simply too stunned to say anything, let alone do anything; events were unfolding faster than her brain could make sense of them and the intellectual outrage she felt was warring with the physical pain and pleasure she was enduring. She was confused and felt like she was about burst into tears.

She heard the slap, and was puzzled by it, before the sensation on her ass clarified the source of the sound and focused her attention.

"Ride my cock, wench, or I'll bring the footmen in and line them up until you learn how to do things properly," the voice snarled.

Shaking, Evelyn pushed back against him.

"Better," the voice allowed.

Evelyn understood. She began to push back against him, blending into the rhythm of his thrusts. Subtle twitches of her hips changed the angle of penetration and brought new sensation to her, and to him. The voice approved of her actions with a deep moan that seemed to drag on.

Another slap on her ass stung her and broke her rhythm. "You can do better, wench, I know you can."

Evelyn broadened her motions, lewdly grinding her ass back against him. She moaned, the hesitant sound barely making it past her shaking lips. Once she'd forced herself to do it, though, she found it was easier and moaned again, loudly. The voice approved and Evelyn tried squeezing his cock with her cunt, bearing down on him, tightening herself all around him.

The squeeze turned into an orgasm that completely surprised Evelyn and overwhelmed her control. Tears ran down her cheeks as she panted and collapsed onto the bed, unable to do anything but tremble in the grips of the warm pleasure that rolled through her body. Distantly she felt him withdrawing from her and then the warm droplets of his cum splashing onto her body.

From the same distance she realized that he was climbing past her onto the bed. A hand painfully grasped her upper arm and pulled her onto the bed.

"That was good, wench. Blow me awake when the sun rises," he commanded sleepily and then rolled over. Evelyn, fearful, tentatively glanced upwards, but he was facing away from her and she couldn't see any of the details of his face. Sobbing quietly, she curled into a ball and waited for the dawn.

To Be Continued...

The New Nobility Ch. 02



Evelyn started, confused and frightened, uncertain of where she was and who she was with. She blinked in the strong sunlight and sat up to find herself again in darkness. Heart racing, she ran her mind back over the memories of the night before and recalled, with fright, his last words to her. Thinking more clearly now she saw that she had been awakened by the light shining through a narrow gap in the curtains. This sheet of light had struck her eyes before reaching him.

'Saved by happenstance,' she thought. 'But not for long. That light will reach him in a minute.'

Biting her lip, she carefully wormed her way down the bed, beneath the covers, until she found his flaccid cock. Taking a deep breath and reminding herself that she'd done this many times before, enjoyed it many times, she took the limp flesh in her hand and placed her mouth upon it. He smelled, a mixture of his musk, and hers, still clinging to him from the night before. She couldn't avoid breathing it in as she took him all the way into her mouth and simply held him there, her nose pressed into the mat of his pubic hair. She used her hand to lightly massage his heavy balls, holding them in the palm of her hand and softly rolling them back and forth.

His cock began to swell in her mouth and as it pushed against the back of her throat, she let it slowly push her away from him. She helped it along, pulling back until only the unprotected glans was still in her mouth. He hadn't so much as twitched yet, so she placed her hand at the base of his shaft and slowly stroked while her mouth matched the pace, moving up and down on the end of his shaft.

A groan heralded his return to consciousness and Evelyn swirled her tongue around the very tip of him. This drew forth another groan and Evelyn felt the sheets thrown back and a hand on the back of her head.

"And this," the voice declared sleepily, "is how a man should be awakened. Oh stars, yes."

A knocking at the door shocked Evelyn, but the hand prevented her from pulling away.

"I am occupied," the voice called out.

"My lord, your father requires that you attend him immediately," another voice called from the other side of the door.

"I am occupied," the young master, 'Jahan,' Evelyn realized, repeated. "Tell my father I will attend him shortly."

The door clicked and Evelyn heard footsteps. The difference in the sound made it clear that the person was now inside the room.

"Your father requires that you attend him immediately," the voice pronounced with a heavy emphasis on the final word.

'He can see me,' Evelyn thought. 'He's watching me blow the young master. It'll be all over the servants' wing by lunch time. I'm ruined.'

The hand released the back of her head and Jahan pulled out of her mouth. Evelyn stared at the bedsheet, not daring to raise her head; not wanting to meet the gaze of whoever was watching her.

"Stay here, wench. I'll have use of you when I return," Jahan ordered.

"Lews will escort you, my lord," the voice stated. Evelyn, with a sudden sinking dread in the pit of her belly, recognized the voice of the butler.

She heard Jahan leave the room and waited for the butler to follow him.

"Come with me," he stated.

Evelyn bit her lower lip and crawled off the bed. Her downcast eyes guided her out of the room and down the hallway, following the man's feet and not raising her flushed face to look at his. She was very much afraid she was about to be dismissed, to be cast out of the house and sent to a factory. So preoccupied was she with this dread that she failed to notice they had walked into a carpeted room and come to a stop.

"Look at me, girl," a new voice commanded.

Startled, Evelyn looked up and saw that Sir Arun was sitting in a high-back chair examining her. After a moment of silence he looked at the butler.

"That will be all, Erens. Thank you."

The butler bowed and withdrew from the room leaving Evelyn standing disheveled and very much afraid before the man who owned the town she'd grown up in and held the power of life and death over her. The man whose son she had, involuntarily, spent the night with. Her hands went to her skirts, fruitlessly seeking to straighten them and make them appear that they hadn't been slept in. Mrs. Elati would have done more than slap her for appearing in the morning line up in her present condition.

His examination seemed, to Evelyn, to last for a long silent hour. Rationally, she knew it hadn't been that long, but her pounding heart made time seem to slow down.

"Do you wish to prefer charges against Jahan?" he asked.

That was not what Evelyn had expected to hear and she scrambled to find her mental footing.

"Charges? It was just sex, my lord, and he didn't hurt me, not really. I don't want to cause any problems. I don't want to lose my job," she babbled and then stopped as his raised hand cut her off.

"You are not going to lose your job. Lews testimony was quite clear on the point that you were not there willingly and I will not punish the victim. What may happen in other houses does not happen in mine and the law will be respected. I am asking if you wish to prefer charges against my son for assaulting you."

His voice was firm and contained a sense of resolve that seemed as deep as the ocean to Evelyn. Thinking quickly she took a deep breath and tried to relax.

"I'm thinking that would cause problems for you, my lord, and I don't think it would be good for the house. I was frightened, but I'll be well enough now that I understand things a little better. I'll not press charges."

He studied her again before speaking. "Did you enjoy it?"

Rattled, again, by this unexpected question Evelyn simply blurted out the truth. "A little, my lord. That is... He's a well endowed young man and I enjoy sex and if he'd taken a little time or gotten to know me it wouldn't have been scary. Of course, I couldn't have had sex with him if he'd gotten to know me because then I'd know who he was..." she trailed off. "I enjoyed some of it, my lord."

He nodded his head once, as if he'd reached a decision and motioned with his hand. She looked uncertainly at the empty chair across from him, certain that she'd misinterpreted his gesture.

"Yes, sit," he confirmed. "I wish to speak to you at a little length and it would be unkind to make you stand."

"Thank you, my lord. If I may, my lord, didn't the butler say that your son was to attend you immediately?" she asked as she delicately sat down on the very edge of the chair.

Sir Arun smiled more than a little grimly. "My son is currently awaiting me on the front veranda. It is cold and damp in the early morning, out of the sun. He is learning that I, not he, decides who does what and when in this house. It is, in fact, my son that I wish to speak to you about. He's an arrogant young fool. Arrogant I can tolerate, young he will grow out of, foolish is altogether another story."

"To understand this fully, which you need to do, I will need to be certain you understand the nature of our society. The Empire is dedicated to the idea of re-uniting mankind. In our first rush to the stars we scattered widely, each group seeking the space to live their lives exactly as they pleased. Inevitably this brought about conflicts that grew wider and more destructive until, at the end, mankind very nearly destroyed ourselves. Spaceflight was lost to us and we huddled around fires on the planets we still managed to survive on."

"Then the Emperor set us on our quest, assigning us the holy duty of re-unification. So our ancestors spent generations building a fleet that took them to a world known to be habited and they imposed the rule of the Empire and built industry and stable social institutions. Then they built a fleet and sent it on to the next world. For centuries we have repeated this pattern, slowly returning humanity to a common fold."

"You recognize this of course, as it is a part of the curriculum you were educated in. But there is more. Our duty is to act as stewards. We rule because we are able and because we must. But we do not rule because it is our right or because we are in any way better than those we rule. This is, perhaps, the foundation upon which the Empire rests. There must be justice and a degree of guaranteed equity or the social order will collapse and with it the Empire."

"You may recall that when we arrived some cities chose to resist us. They were destroyed, utterly, and the survivors placed on ships and sent away. We will not speak of where they were sent. These actions are regarded as proof of the Empire's cruelty, evidence of our resolve. Yet they are nothing compared to what happens when the Empire decides that the nobility of a planet has lost sight of the foundation. There are those in the nobility who believe that they rule by right. That their destiny is to rule over the less fortunate. When these people take control of a planet, the Empire destroys them, and the planet, and anyone who happens to be on it. Root and branch they scourge the infection with fire and destruction."

"This is important to you because these people are in a position of unwonted strength on this planet. Your existence is at risk as much as mine. My son, in his foolishness, has fallen in with these people. He was expelled from school for admitting to actions taken by another, for protecting one of these people. His loyalty has been noticed and he is to be rewarded by being taken into the service of the Count of Swans."

"I want you to be my spy in his court."

"Spy?!" Evelyn exclaimed.

"Yes," Sir Arun, confirmed. "Spy. As my agent you will have two tasks. Your first task regards my duty, and yours, to the Empire. You will report on the people that meet with the Count, that visit his court. You will report on rumors and news you hear and, if called upon, you will assist other agents by carrying out instructions passed to you. Your second task will be to... safeguard my son. I believe that he is a fool, but he has courage and I believe that he will one day recognize the folly of his actions. Help prevent him from taking any actions that the Empire will be unable to forgive. But make no mistake about my intent, the Empire comes first, even at the price of my son's life."

"Will you do this?"

Evelyn was unable to process everything she had just been told, unable to think. 'Find what's important,' she told herself. 'Focus on the centrality.' It took her a moment, but then it was blindingly obvious.

"I will, my lord."

"Why?" he shot back at her, his gaze now intense.

"Because the lives of my people may depend upon it, my lord." And they very well might. The memory of the destroyed towns was fresh enough in Evelyn's mind. Every town had been required to send emissaries to view the sites, and every citizen had been forced to attend large meetings where the emissaries described the destruction. She did not for a moment doubt that the Empire might destroy and entire planet if it proved necessary.

Sir Arun nodded. "The one answer I could truly trust. You are too new to this house to have much in the way of loyalty to me. The same can be said of your loyalty to the Empire. But service to the people you grew up with... I can believe that. Very well then. Queresh will take you in hand and see to your preparation. Officially I am appointing you a body servant to my son, but your true status will be kept within the protected files of my intelligence service. Thank you, Evelyn. God save the Empire!"

"God save the Empire," she echoed out of pure habit while her mind swam in the ocean of possibility that had opened up before her.

To be continued...



The New Nobility Ch. 03



Copyright Otto26, 2008M

*

Queresh was another person unlike any Evelyn had met before. Like Mrs. Elati he was undoubtedly a trusted servant brought with Sir Arun when the nobility had come to Wells. He was very tall with short, neat, blonde hair so light it seemed white. His eyes were a deeper blue than Evelyn had ever seen and his clothing was cut in a servant's style, but of the same sort of cloth the nobility wore, fine and bright and very soft.

"There is very little time, unfortunately. We need to resolve certain matters before the young master returns to his quarters and finds you missing. Many matters we can resolve later, but your fertility must be addressed immediately. The house physician is awaiting us and I will brief you as we go. I regret the rush, but needs must."

"The master has not confided in me, but I believe this is because his plan is newly formed. I imagine he will inform the young master that he may have you as his body servant when he travels to the court of the Count. It would be unseemly for the young master to arrive without a servant. However it would be customary to send him with four or five. The master is choosing to make an insult. This will strengthen the impression that the master is displeased with the young master. It will also force the young master to rely heavily upon you, though I doubt he will realize this very soon."

"The Count himself is very young, twenty-five years by local measurement, and came into his title after the untimely death of his father. His court has a reputation for sexual depravity. You understand, I hope, the position this places you in."

He looked at her, assessing, but did not wait for an answer before continuing.

"You will undoubtedly be required to participate in these depravities. Report details when you have them as our intelligence on the specifics of these gatherings are sparse. For this reason, and because we have no wish to see the young master get a child upon you, the physician will turn off your ovulation cycle. Temporary I assure you," he said as she looked sharply at him.

He opened a door and they walked into a small medical facility. Evelyn stared in unabashed curiosity, trying to name all the equipment. Just a few weeks ago her dream had been to work in a place like this. Something seemed out of place, however, and it took her a moment to identify it.

"Where is everyone?" she asked.

"Sent away," another voice answered.

She turned her head and saw yet another obvious off-worlder smiling at her.

"Physician El-Man," he introduced himself. "Time is short, so please sit on the table and spread your legs. This will not hurt in the slightest, I assure you."

Evelyn climbed up on the padded table and placed her feet in the two cups that stuck out from it. She was disconcerted to see that Queresh was not leaving the room. A moment later she was discomfited as the physician threw her skirts back and exposed her to his view, and the steward's.

"You will need," he began, but the physician interrupted him.

"Not yet, not yet. Let me get the procedure safely under way. Have you had unprotected sexual intercourse in the past twenty hours.... Evelyn is it?"

"Yes, physician, Evelyn. And yes, I had unprotected sex last night," she answered.

"All that money spent on education," the physician muttered. "This," he explained as he applied a lubricant to a medical device, "will clean you out. Need you nice and fresh for the treatment."

The device slipped easily inside her and Evelyn felt a warmth that seemed to flow through her. Far from being uncomfortable, it was actually very pleasant and she was vaguely sorry when it was removed.

"Nice and clean. Excellent. This will inject a foam that your body will absorb. It needs to remain in place for ten minutes. The foam will instruct your body to place ovulation on hold. This process is easily reversed, we just use a different medication in the foam, and your ova will not be harmed in any way. Your monthly cycle will effectively be halted and you will not experience any bleeding."

He stood up and snapped the gloves off his hand. "And now you can continue briefing her. Since I had to send all my staff away so they wouldn't see the secret agent I'll go sit in front and answer the phone."

"As I was saying," Queresh continued, "you will need to play the part of a servant girl unexpectedly thrown into an unfamiliar situation. Since that's the truth, you should simply react normally. If the young master sends you out of his quarters before you leave, go back to your room with the other maids. Mrs. Elati will not be told of your new work, your real new work, and you can expect her to strongly disapprove of you. You are likely to be regarded as a conniving whore by many of the servants."

He looked pointedly at her and she realized he expected a response.

"I've only been here two weeks, sir. No good friends. I'll survive their opinions."

"Good. As a body servant you will be assigned quarters closer to the young master. You will also be supplied with new clothing. We have your measurements from when you joined the house. You will have access to the readers, of course, and you should read the job responsibilities for a body servant. You should also look up the job responsibilities of a social secretary and non-supervisory butler. It is very likely you will need to fulfill those responsibilities for the young master."

"Additionally, you should look up the responsibilities of a sexual provider. Yes, those are listed as well. The positions of mistress and sex toy have a long history in Imperial houses and though Sir Arun chooses not to employ anyone in those positions, his predecessors have not shared his policies. Learn. Observe. You will also have access to training files that should not be seen by anyone else. We will not have time to turn you into a full-fledged agent, but we will teach you basic tradecraft, particularly secure communications techniques."

"Stop talking about secrets," the physician ordered as he walked back into the room. He snapped on a new pair of gloves and sat on the stool between Evelyn's legs. She felt the soft pressure inside her vagina slip away and the physician stood up, smiling. "All done. Go forth and sin wisely."

"Thank you, physician," Queresh said. His hand gestured and Evelyn hurried to climb down off the table and smooth her skirts down as she followed the man.

"Thank you," she called over her shoulder.

***

Queresh left her at the end of the hallway leading to Jahan's room and Evelyn hurried towards the doorway. She noted, as she walked briskly, that the floor had been covered with carpet in the time she had been absent from the room.

'Someone's been very busy,' she thought as she opened the door to the room. The thought that followed, who had been busy, did not occur to her until she opened the door and found the other maids cleaning the room. The low buzz of conversation that accompanied the women faded into silence, not just of sound but also of movement. They stared at her in unabashed curiosity and, in many cases, hostility.

Evelyn blushed, swallowed, and then began to quickly walk to the door to the bedroom.

"You!" she heard Mrs. Elati exclaim. "Get back to your room you slattern! I'll attend to you later."

The malignant promise in the last sentence was enough to make Evelyn hesitate for a moment. "The young master ordered me to await him," she said quietly.

Mrs. Elati paused for a moment.

"I imagine he did. Very well then, go await him. Will you be skirt up or down?"

Evelyn felt the blush on her face increase and she started walking again.

"Slut," she heard, a whispered tone that she'd heard the night before; the girl promising Evelyn would get her comeuppance, the one who'd planted the insect. She stopped and looked at the maid, staring her down.

"Are you going to tell her?" she demanded.

The maid's look was malice personified, smug and self-assured. "Tell who what?" she asked archly.

Evelyn nodded. "That's the way of it then," she declared and walked into the bedroom and sat down on a chair. Around her the cleaning process went on, silent as a grave.

***

"Get out!" Jahan bellowed as he stormed into the bedroom. The maids, frightened and unsure, hastened to gather their tools as Jahan swept a vase off a table and drew back to throw it.

"And me, my lord?" Evelyn asked, quickly stepping forward. "You had instructed me to await you," she offered.

Jahan's arm lowered as he focused his attention on Evelyn. Behind him, she could see the other maids scurrying out of the room. She doubted they would be grateful for her intervention.

"The wench with the talented mouth? Oh yes, *you* will remain," he said bitterly. "My father has seen fit to assign you to my service. My personal body servant. His little jest. But you will serve my body, wench. Get over here!"

He was, Evelyn saw, about her age, perhaps a few years older, but not many. He had the same dark coloring his father had, rather like tea-stained wood. He was tall and solid, his body hidden beneath the travel-stained and wrinkled clothing he was still wearing. His hair was short, in the Imperial fashion, closely cropped all over his skull. His face... would be handsome but for the angry, petulant look that marred his features.

She stopped a scant foot from him and saw his hands fumble at his fly, unfastening it and drawing forth his soft member. "Get back to work," he ordered.

She knelt down and grasped his cock with her hand, guiding it into her mouth and fellating him. Strangely, she wasn't scared. Before, she'd been uncertain of anything except the certainty that she was going to be punished. But now... She was a *spy*. She didn't know what, exactly, was going to happen in the next few days, but she had an important task to accomplish and that was a certainty she could cling to. She'd already begun to accomplish that task, by preventing Jahan from throwing the vase.

She smiled, awkwardly, as her mouth descended to meet her hand on an upstroke and her other hand carefully extracted his balls from within his pants and rolled them softly. Her tongue pressed up against his now solid flesh and drew the beginning of a groan from him. Now she wasn't a victim anymore, she was in control. 



The New Nobility Ch. 04



Copyright Otto26, 2008

Thank you, readers, for your patience. Chapter 5 is written and being edited. It is considerably larger. I hope you enjoy.



Evelyn was trying to swallow Jahan's cum, but his hands twisted in her hair and pulled her away from his cock. One, then two spurts of the fluid landed on her face and then his cock slapped against her. She gasped in shock, not from the cum, but from the crude physical assault. Above her she heard Jahan laugh.

"Bodyservant... I think I'll take my father's jest and make it my own," he chuckled. His hands released her and, off balance, she fell to the ground. "I have been summoned to the court of the Count of Swans. You will accompany me. Make the necessary arrangements for a departure tomorrow and be competent about it or you'll feel the lash. The Count does not coddle servants as my father does."

He walked out of the room, into the adjoining bathroom and closed the door behind him. Evelyn rose to her knees, and then her feet, and considered her next course of action. 'I should probably remain to attend upon him, but I need to begin making the arrangements for our departure. That probably means I'm dismissed until he requires me again. And since I have no idea how to begin making the arrangements for our departure... I'll ask Mr. Erens. I need to get my belongings moved anyway.'

Quickly, she walked out of the suite and down the hallway towards the servants quarters. 'Funny,' she thought, 'that this feels like a home now. I've not been here very long and I'm already a little sad to be leaving. I suppose I'll be back, though.' She spied Evard talking to a maid and raised her hand to attract his attention. He glanced up, saw her, and then turned his face back to the maid. The maid, seeing his look, glanced over her shoulder and then turned back to Evard and said something in a low tone.

Evelyn felt as though someone had struck her belly, a sudden nausea and difficulty breathing were upon her. From behind her she heard someone harshly whisper a single word "Whore!" and she spun around but was unable to identify the source of the accusation in the small crowd of servants, all of them carefully radiating 'disinterest'. Her face tight, lips pressed together so hard that the blood began to leave them, Evelyn marched to the butler's room and knocked on the door.

"Enter," the voice called.

"Mr. Erens," Evelyn said, "I've no idea how to make the preparations for the young master's departure."

The butler looked up when he heard her voice and stared openly at her for a long minute. Evelyn realized that she hadn't stopped to wash up, that she still had Jahan's cum clinging to her face. Now that she'd remembered it she could feel it drying on her skin and she blushed and opened her mouth to explain. Words failed her, however, and she settled for simply closing her mouth.

"That's understandable," Erens replied. "Normally... Well, that hardly matters now, does it? You have been assigned as a bodyservant to the young master. The only servant in his personal service. In theory that gives you the right to make demands upon the lesser servants of the staff. In practice you will wish to couch your demands as requests. Firm requests, mind, for you are representing the young master. So, I have received your request for assistance in this matter and will issue the necessary orders. There is a manual detailing your duties, you should read it at your first opportunity. The general principle involved here is simple: when you don't know exactly how to do something, order a subordinate to accomplish the general task."

"It will be instructive for you to observe the preparations at first hand, so I will order the staff to submit reports on their actions. You may wish to clean up first, of course."

"Yes, Mr. Erens. Thank you very much. I will wash and change into presentable clothing and return here?" she asked, making the statement into a request for more information.

Erens shook his head. "Not here. To the young master's suite. The reports will be sent to your pad." He typed on the desk in front of him. "And you'll need a guide to your new quarters, not that you'll be here long enough to occupy them."

He stared at her again, judging, assessing. "The quarters will be waiting for your return, of course."

Evelyn released a deep breath she hadn't even been aware she was holding and nodded thankfully, words again failing her and tears threatening to burst forth. A knocking at the door a moment later announced the arrival of Lews, the footman.

"Lews, take Evelyn to her new quarters and then you will assist in the preparations for the young master's departure."

"Yes Mr. Erens," the footman replied. "If you'll follow me, Miss Evelyn."

***

Evelyn didn't know quite what to say to Lews. The young man had, after all, seen Jahan bending her over the bed. But he had also testified in her favor with Sir Arun. That thought made it clear what she should say.

"Thank you. For telling Sir Arun what happened."

"I just told him the truth. You didn't seem to want to be there."

"I didn't," she assured him.

"Do you mind that you were?" he asked.

Evelyn shook her head. "Not terribly," she admitted. "Wasn't anything I hadn't done before. A little scary. Mostly I was worried about losing my position."

Lews chuckled. "Well, you did after a fashion. And many of these folk will think less of you for it."

"Including Evard, apparently," she muttered darkly.

Lews snorted. "Evard's a dullard," he stated. "Can't see beyond the end of his dick and the only time he stops saying stupidities is when he's shoving food in his mouth. Do you care what he thinks?"

"A little," Evelyn said. "But not enough to try and curry his favor. If he's going to think the worst of me then he can find someone else to play with."

Lews laughed. "No worry on that count. He's a pretty boy and he'll have another maid in his bed before too long. Mind you, he'll be a junior footman for the rest of his life and the maids will start to look elsewhere for their fun when he gets fat and grey. You and I will be working in responsible positions then and the underlings will be currying our favor."

"Is that how it works here?" Evelyn asked, truly curious.

"Not supposed to," Lews replied. "It happens a little, though. Not like what the young master did. I've never seen that happen. Not supposed to talk about it either."

"Sir Arun offered me the opportunity to press charges," Evelyn said. "I didn't think it would be good for the house."

"Truly?" the footman asked.

"Oh yes, the first thing he asked me," she assured him.

"Not that," Lews said. "The bit about it not being good for the house. Did you mean that?"

Evelyn shrugged. "Yes. I took the oath."

Lews stopped walking and regarded her carefully. "Then I think perhaps everyone's wrong about you. I wish I could tell someone."

Evelyn understood all too clearly. 'They all think I fucked my way into this position.' She smiled, more than a little bitterly. "But you can't. And neither can I."

"This is your new room," Lews said, sliding a door open and changing the subject. It was about the same size as her old room, but it had a single bed only, and in addition it had a desk, a chair, and there was an open doorway that led to, she checked, a small bathroom.

"Seems they've already got your new uniforms here," Lews remarked from the door to a closet. Evelyn rushed over and took a look. There were indeed new uniforms hanging in the closet and in the drawers and shelves beneath.

"That's amazing," she commented.

"This is a good house," Lews said. She picked up on the subtle tone of deep pride in his voice and it gave her an additional measure of hope.

"I have to go now, Miss Evelyn. I couldn't talk to you before because the junior maids are off-limits but... Now you're my superior and that's not a problem. Evard likes to... boast, and I've really enjoyed talking with you. If you'd be interested in having me curry your favor sometime, please let me know."

Anger, shock, embarassment, and pleasure roiled through Evelyn's mind. "I'd like that, Lews," she heard herself saying. "Perhaps when the young master returns?"

"Until then," Lews replied and left.

Evelyn, bemused, slid the door shut and walked over to the bathroom, absently stripping off her clothing as she went.

***

The pad the butler had referred to turned out to be the most amazing thing Evelyn had ever seen. At first glance it appeared to be a simple flat pad of plastic. But when she picked it up, the pad came alive and she realized it was a small computer. She'd picked the thing up on her way to the closet and it captivated her and put all thoughts of the new clothing out of her mind. She found several messages from Mr. Erens waiting for her: a copy of the directive to the other servants to prepare the young master's goods for traveling, a link to the house manual for a bodyservant, even two reports from other servants detailing their efforts. Beyond that the pad seemed to be able to communicate with other household computers and, through them, to access the info-space.

It was only when a message flashed on her screen telling her that she had been summoned that she realized how much time had passed. Cursing, she set the pad down (carefully!) and grabbed a new uniform from the closet. Then she cursed again. The uniform was unfamiliar and it would take time she didn't have to learn to put it on correctly. Thinking quickly, she pulled the outer layers of the uniform on. The time she saved in leaving undergarments out gave her just enough time to figure out how the unfamiliar closures on the clothing worked. It also allowed her to notice the pocket on the skirt which seemed exactly sized for the pad. She slid the pad into the pocket, slipped her feet into a pair of shoes and dashed out the door.

***

Bodyservants, it quickly became apparent to Evelyn, were not expected to run. The ankle length skirt was not so tight as to restrict her movement when walking, but running was impossible. She had to settle for a sort of fast skip that made her feel ridiculous and made her nipples chafe against the shirt as her unrestrained breasts bounced with each bound.

She had to slow down to a brisk walk when she left the servants' area and entered the public portion of the house. Fortunately, her new room was much closer to Jahan's room so she wasn't too late. In her opinion.

"You summoned me, my lord?" she asked.

"Twenty minutes ago!" Jahan thundered at her. "I swear I'm looking forward to getting out of this house if for no other reason than being able to give you the flogging you deserve. Am I to assume from your unkempt appearance that you've been trying to work?"

"Yes, my lord. I have spoken with Mr. Erens and the staff have begun making the appropriate preparations. A private car has been engaged for you in the morning train and carriages will be ready to take you to the station in the morning," she replied, glad she'd at least read her messages while woolgathering with the pad.

Her words seemed to annoy Jahan and she wondered why. But not for long. "Trains," he spat. "More of that technological uplift crap. A decent aircar could get me there in an hour, yet I have to spend several days restricted to a train because the Empire decrees that we must make use of local technology. You primitives are unlikely to manage to learn how to build a decent tech level in my lifetime, so I suffer for your inadequacies."

There seemed to be no acceptable reply to make to this so Evelyn kept quiet and ruminated on Jahan's comment regarding flogging. She remembered her oath and was realizing that while he might be blustering, it wasn't empty bluster; Jahan could indeed have her flogged if he chose to do so. He could have her killed if he chose to do so. The thought was more than a little daunting, but Evelyn considered that she was already in too deep to back out now.

"Your inadequacies in particular," Jahan continued. "Sending me off to the Count's court with an untrained bedwarmer... At least you're reasonably attractive. I think. I don't recall seeing more than your ass and your face. Show me your twot, girl."

Evelyn hesitated and then saw that Jahan was quite serious. Choking back a sigh, she reached down and lifted the hem of her skirt, gathering it up over her hips and baring her sex. She moved one foot, widening her stance so that he could better see her. 

"No underwear?" he asked, his voice suddenly cheerful. "Well, you show some promise as a bedwarmer. This, however," he said, stepping forward and giving her pubic hair a tug, "has got to go. Get rid of it tonight. Now, show me your tits."

"Yes, my lord," Evelyn replied and released the skirt. Her fingers worked at the unfamiliar catches on the tunic and then at the buttons of the shirt beneath it. She pulled them both open to expose her breasts to his view. His hands reached up and, surprising her, gently hefted and generally explored them. She'd expected rough squeezing and nipple pulling, but his hands were firm without any trace of harshness. Against all expectation she actually enjoyed his touch.

"I can find absolutely nothing wrong with these," he said quietly. "I like this. You're to leave off wearing underwear from now on. Now," he said in a firm voice quite unlike the petulantly angry tone he'd been using earlier, "you are to take this pad and go back to your quarters and read. There is a manual on how to perform your duties as a bodyservant..." he trailed off, her pad in his hands, as he saw she had already begun to read that document. "Hmm... perhaps you show some promise as a bodyservant after all. Read this. Memorize it. I will not have you embarassing me in front of the members of the Count's court. I will see you again in the morning. You are dismissed."

Evelyn took the pad he handed back to her and walked quietly to the door. In the hallway, she paused to re-button her shirt, close the tunic, and smooth down her skirt. Then she began to walk back to her new room.

'I can do this,' she silently swore.

To be continued...



The New Nobility Ch. 05



I know the long breaks between chapters is onerous, but my stories really benefit from a little aging and editing. This particular installment 'benefited' from being lost for three weeks. I discuss this a little more on my blog, but thank you all, again, for your patience.

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Evelyn had seen a train before. She'd seen several, really. They featured in many of the flickers and, of course, just about every class took a trip to the local rail station to see a train. Every school child studied them; they were the backbone of transportation on Wells and a shining example of the improvements the New Nobility had brought to the planet. But Evelyn had never actually set foot on a train. So it was an effort not to simply stop and stare at the long machine, hissing quietly like an enormous mechanical snake and shining in the dawn light. This was no plodding local that stopped at every little village to take on and deliver cargo, but an express; built for speed and comfort. It was a thing of beauty and Evelyn was obviously not alone in her desire to simply look; many others were doing so, even some of the house servants.

And it was Evelyn's job to get them back to work, which she did, as firmly as she could manage. Jahan had a private coach at the tail of the train and the household servants were very quickly and carefully loading his belongings into it. Though they were doing the work, Evelyn knew the results of their work were her responsibility. If the young master found the work satisfactory the praise would be hers. If the work was not satisfactory...

She wondered about that. He'd threatened to flog her and by all rights and laws he could do so. He could kill her with equal ease and lack of consequences. But she found it hard to imagine him doing so. His temper seemed shallow, easily changed but not given to powerful acts of anger. And when he'd fondled her the day before... She swallowed. He'd been firm, but nothing like excessively so. She'd had lovers who'd treated her harder.

The memory of his hands on her breasts brought life to her nipples and she felt them hardening against the fabric of her shirt. The fabric was thin but it was covered by the heavy fabric of her jacket. That, of course, created it's own set of problems. This early in the morning she already felt as though her nipples had been scraped raw by the fabric. And her mons *had* been scraped raw. She'd spent a good half-hour with a razor, head bent between her splayed legs as she carefully removed every trace of pubic hair. At least that sensitive skin was spared the abrasive feel of her skirt. Though tight, her long skirt didn't quite cling to her body enough to cause any discomfort. The residual sting of the razor, however, was evident; she'd never shaved her pussy before.

She was brought out of her inadvertent reverie by a polite question from one of the footmen and she had to take a moment to collect her thoughts before answering. Then the man was gone and Evelyn was again trying to concentrate. She'd been up the entire night overseeing the efforts to move the young master, studying the manuals related to her tasks as a body servant, de facto major-domo, concubine, and spy. She felt as though she had sand in her eyes and she knew she was woefully under-prepared to fill any of the four positions she was expected to fill. But, again, she blinked her eyes and forced herself to concentrate.

'I will not fail at this,' she swore.

"Evelyn," Jahan called.

She turned and saw him descending from the coach. He walked quickly towards her.

"Why," he demanded, "are you here rather than at the house where I could make use of you?"

Despite her fatigue, Evelyn blushed at the possible double meaning of his words. "I beg your pardon, my Lord. There were questions regarding the disposition of your belongings and I felt it better to supervise the preparation of the coach in person. You were asleep and unavailable for consultation. If I have erred in my judgment, my Lord then I beg your correction that I might better serve you in the future."

The words, and posture, were a mixture of suggestions drawn from her reading the night before. She felt that they blended just the right proportions of forthright honesty and willing submission. With her eyes cast down at Jahan's feet, she was unable to gauge the exact reaction he had to her reply, but his own reply was slow in coming. She'd given him pause, if nothing else.

"Very well," he allowed. "Is everything ready?"

"In another ten minutes, my Lord," she replied, lifting her eyes to his. "I have never supervised the preparation of a moving home and it is somewhat more difficult than the manual led me to believe." That she had never supervised the preparation of any home went unsaid. She'd managed to be humble, forthright, and make him aware that she knew there were directions for this activity and that she'd read them. Well... listened to them while following his instructions to shave herself bare. "We will be ready at least five minutes prior to departure, my Lord. Would you care to be shown the carriage?"

Jahan's response was to walk past her towards the carriage. She motioned to the footman standing next to the carriage, Lews, she noted, to bring Jahan's personal bag and then hurried after her Lord. The awkward skipping motion she was forced to adopt bounced her breasts under the jacket, scraping the nipples painfully and causing Evelyn to wince. Nonetheless, she managed to arrive at the carriage a moment before Jahan and open the door for him before following him in.

"The carriage is a rental, my Lord. Two years old and refurbished just two months ago. This is, of course, the sitting room. The bathroom is located in the room just there, and behind that is the bedroom. Immediate luggage goes there," she gestured, and Lews nodded and began unloading the contents of the luggage into the indicated closet. Jahan, meanwhile, had stuck his head into the bathroom and was moving back to the bedroom.

"Why are we connected to the general train?" he asked, pointing to the door at the end of the carriage.

"For meals, my Lord. Your meals will be prepared by the staff of the train and delivered here. It is also customary for additional staff to sleep in the car ahead of yours." She winced, inwardly, knowing that last sentence, a bit of half-remembered trivia from the night before, had been the exact wrong thing to say.

"If I had any other staff," Jahan growled. "I suppose this will have to do. You will have to do. Speaking of which, show me your cunt."

Evelyn hesitated. The curtains were not drawn and Lews was still in the room. She tried to think of a way to convince him to wait at least until she could draw the curtains, but her brain was fogged with fatigue and Jahan was evidently unwilling to be anything approaching patient. Forcing a smile to her lips, she bent and carefully hiked the long dress up her legs and about her hips. She took a small step towards him, opening her thighs and entering his personal space.

"I hope, my Lord, that you find my efforts satisfactory. I spent some time in ensuring my grooming met your desire," she said softly. When Jahan blinked her smile became somewhat more genuine. 'You thought to intimidate me,' she thought happily, 'but who's intimidated now? Is that why you have to rape chambermaids, Jahan? Are you a bully who feels better by making others feel worse?'

He reached out with his hand, palm and fingertips exploring her skin for stubble and finding none. She inhaled reflexively when his finger slipped easily inside her. She hadn't realized she was moist, let alone wet. But she very self-evidently was. 'And why is that?' she pondered.

"That's very nice," Jahan admitted. "Well done, Evelyn. You have a talent for this, I think."

She moved her hips, grinding forward against his hand and, again, shocking him. Her smile now was both genuine and a little feral. "I'm glad you're pleased, my Lord. Very glad," she added with another grind. His hand felt good against her, within her, and she slowly rode it. Behind Jahan she saw Lews give her a wink and the hint of a wave as he left the carriage, closing the door behind him.

Jahan pushed back with his hand, forcing her back until her ass bumped up against the table. His hand withdrew from her and lifted her up onto the smooth wooden surface. She spread her legs wide as she leaned towards him, hands searching for the entrance to his pants as her lips found his neck. "May I please feel your cock, my Lord?" she begged, her words all but lost as she kissed his strong neck. "Please, my Lord. Please fuck me. Please fill me."

She'd managed to extract him from his pants and her long fingers wrapped lightly around the gnarled flesh of his cock, stroking with feathery touches that pulled his body forward and towards her. "My cunt wants you, my Lord. It wants to wrap itself around your magnificent cock and suck you empty. So hot and tight, my Lord. My sexy Lord," she purred as she finally managed to draw the head of his cock into contact with her wet flesh.

Jahan drove into her without any subtlety at all. One moment his knob was against her wet flesh, the next it was pressing uncomfortably against her cervix. That discomfort however, was replaced with the warm glow that came from being stretched open by his thick flesh. So her gasp of discomfort trailed off into a low moan of satisfaction. But then it was off to the races. Jahan, either by whim or temperament, had all the subtlety of a triphammer and much of the stamina. He pounded his flesh against her with a metronomic regularity and youthful vigor.

Evelyn ignored the fairly minor discomfort and focused on the pleasure. It didn't seem particularly hard to do and the more she moved to maximize her pleasure, the more he seemed to focus on that. She wrapped her legs around him as he pushed her back onto the table and moaned in delight. Mostly delight; each thrust shook her breasts and made her nipples complain. She solved this problem by reaching up and undoing the clasps on her jacket and shirt, freeing the erect nipples from their fabric torture. Jahan, however, quickly took up the slack, fingers firmly rolling her nipples and forcing gasps from her body.

"You like it rough," Jahan observed with a sort of glee that wasn't really malicious, but was so smug as to seem so. And his play with her breasts destroyed her composure. Unable to control herself, she was left wallowing in the feel of his body against hers, within hers. Panting uncontrollably she came, body arching up from the table and legs convulsively pulling him deep into her while she ground her clitoris against his flesh. The sounds coming from deep in her belly were long and drawn out and desperately satisfied.

"Yes," Jahan said huskily, "an excitable minx with a greedy cunt. Fortunately, there's plenty here for your cunt to enjoy."

She felt warmth inside her and realized he was coming. "So good, my Lord," she crooned. "So good. Fill your servant with your seed. Fill me, fill me, fill me..."

The room darkened and she felt her entire body shake. After a short length of time she came back to herself, and was aware that Jahan had withdrawn from her. She could feel his cum slowly leaking out of her as she panted and tried to regain her breath.

'What was that about?' she demanded of herself. 'Who's in control of what here?'

"Be sure to write a note of thanks to my father on my behalf," Jahan instructed. He was sitting on the couch, semi-erect cock still outside his pants, and drinking a drink he must have prepared himself. "Tell him you're a magnificent bed warmer and that I'm looking forward to fucking you repeatedly. Use those words."

Chest still heaving, Evelyn sat up and then dropped down onto the floor. Slowly she crawled across the carpet to him on her hands and knees, breasts swaying gently beneath her. 'And thank God I took the damn shirt off,' she thought. Aloud she said. "Of course, my Lord. But as your loyal servant I feel I must offer counsel, even though I fear your displeasure."

'That hooked him,' she thought with satisfaction. 'He enjoys being powerful. I can see it in his eyes. Sex interests him, yes, look at my lovely tits. But he wants to be powerful. I can give him that, and that will give me some power over him.'

"Your words will anger your father, my Lord. If that is your aim, then perhaps you could simply make a recording while I dance on your cock. Then you will magnify the insult. But perhaps you do not wish to anger him yet. Not while he continues to fund your spending. Not until the Count secures you an income of your own," she suggested as she rose up between his knees and leaned her head forward to let the very tip of her tongue trace his wet flesh.

'Come on, Jahan, don't get carried away. Your father might kill you for such an insult. See reason. Let your anger go and fuck my mouth. My pretty mouth is far more interesting than your anger at your father. Doesn't this feel better than anger?'

"Perhaps," Jahan said quietly. His hand grasped her hair and pulled her back and to the side. "But what is your interest in my welfare?" he demanded.

"I- I merely wish to see you prosper, my Lord," Evelyn said shakily. The act was sudden and very unexpected; she was more than a little frightened and uncomfortable. "I prosper as you prosper, my Lord," she tried to reason.

Jahan, after a moment, grunted his satisfaction and pulled her face down into his crotch. "That's true, Evelyn, and you would do well to remember that. I will not insult my father at this time. Now, lick me clean."

"Ooh, thank you, my Lord," Evelyn cooed and then her mouth was full. Her mind was full as well. 'And that's how I manage him,' she thought. 'He likes a submissive woman.' Then, because she was by nature honest with herself she was forced to add, 'But do I?'

The question was put aside as she focused on the task before her, literally. Whether from her earlier attention or his show of power over her, Jahan's cock was again rigidly upright and it filled her mouth. Jahan, as was obvious from the pressure of his hands on her head, wanted her to take more of him. She accommodated this desire somewhat uncertainly. The manual she had read had discussed the technique, but she'd never actually attempted it. Focusing on relaxing her throat, she slid further down his cock. It tickled at the back of her throat and she pulled away, but only enough to take a moment to relax. Then she went down again, just to the point where the tickle began, before pulling back. Twice Evelyn repeated this and then, on the next downstroke, went a little further.

She discovered that the tickle was at it's worst for a moment, but proceeding beyond that point helped reduce it. She pulled back a little further, leaving only Jahan's glans in her mouth, as she gathered her courage. Her eyes found his, attempting to hide her moment with an alluring twinkle, but she saw only focused lust in his eyes. Steeling herself, she plunged forward and took him deep into her mouth and into her throat. It was a strange sensation, both the feel of his cock pressing so deeply into her and the feel of his pubic hair pressing coarsely against her face. Remembering her reading, she swallowed, the muscles of her throat squeezing his member. He groaned in response.

"Outstanding," he breathed, his hand stroking her hair, brushing it back from her face. "Do your schools teach this skill or are all the women of this planet simply natural born cocksuckers?"

Evelyn tried to ignore the comment and did ignore the impulse to pull away from him. She'd slapped partners for talk like that in the past, but this was no longer the past. Instead, she swallowed again and pulled another groan out of his body. 'Let him rant,' she thought with grim satisfaction, 'and then let him try to stay quiet whilst I have him by the cock. This power is *mine*.'

She pulled partially away, working her tongue along his length while she took a couple of deep breaths before taking him deep into throat again. She slid a hand beneath her face and grasped his balls, gently rolling them while she swallowed again. Jahan responded by bucking upwards, mashing his pelvis painfully against her nose while he bellowed. Evelyn felt a warmth in her throat and realized that he was coming. 'That's interesting,' she thought, 'none of the bad taste. Perhaps this technique has some advantages to it.' Despite the pain in her nose, she kept her face still, swallowing several times as she milked Jahan. Only when she absolutely had to draw a breath did she pull away.

This time, when her eyes met his, she saw warmth in them. Sucking on the head of his cock, drawing out the last remnants of his cum, she winked at him. When she pulled completely off him there was a faintly audible popping noise.

"I cannot speak for the rest of the planet, my Lord," she told him, "but I'm simply a sex goddess."

Jahan looked startled, and then he laughed. "A sex goddess, kneeling at my feet. What a delightful image!"

Evelyn smiled and leaned forward, gently lapping at his softening flesh. 'Why am I doing this?' she found herself wondering. The action had been natural, initiated without plan or guile. The answer was a little disconcerting; she wanted more sex. 'That needs consideration,' she decided, 'but not now. Now I just want to feel him inside me again.'

Alas, it was not to be. No matter how she encouraged his flesh, no matter what sounds she made, his cock simply refused to rise to the task. Finally, she was reduced to asking. "Please, my Lord, I want to feel you inside me again."

Jahan chuckled. "Not for a little while yet, Evelyn. You'll not want for my attentions, I assure you."

'I want for them now,' she thought with frustration. That thought came nowhere near the vicinity of her eyes or mouth however. "Yes, my Lord," she replied with forced cheefulness.

"Leave off, for now. I want to admire the scenery. You may go clean yourself. Take the skirt off when you are finished. You may keep the shirt on, but leave it unbuttoned; I like to admire that scenery too," he said.

Evelyn gave his soft flesh a last kiss and then rose a little unsteadily. She had not realized the train was moving, but a glance at the moving scenery outside confirmed that it was. Hesitantly, she made her way forward to the door of the bathroom. Outside the door, she paused. She had obtained a sleeping compartment for herself in the rearmost passenger car, and that car had a shared bathroom. But between it and Jahan's private car were the conductor car and the maintenance care. Normally the last cars in a train, the conductor car was the living quarters of the conductors and stewards that operated the train. She had no particular desire to make her way through what was, essentially, a male dormitory while half naked and fresh from sex. It seemed that her choices were to use the facilities reserved for her master or to run that embarrassing gauntlet.

'Leaving aside my personal opinions, it would be bad for the house to display a servant so. That will be my shield if I have to ask forgiveness, and it will be forgiveness I ask for. If I ask for permission he's likely to deny it for the sake of feeling powerful and that would be mistake for him,' she thought. Somewhat ruefully, she considered that she might have incorrectly assessed the relative difficulties of her many assigned tasks. 'Protecting Jahan from himself looks as though it might prove more difficult than spying on the Count.'

She was careful to leave no trace of herself in the small bathroom, tidying carefully after hurriedly cleaning herself. Her skirt she folded and tucked away near the end of the car, where she might have it to hand if she needed to leave the car, and then she returned to the living room clad only in the open undershirt of her uniform. She knelt before Jahan.




The New Nobility Ch. 05



"I've brought a warm towel to clean you, my Lord," she informed him.

"Good," he replied curtly.

Evelyn had wet the towel in hot water and now she began to clean his groin with it. Long, soft strokes gradually removed what mingled fluids remained on his flesh after her oral cleansing and then she began to pat him dry with a second towel. When she was finished, she carefully tucked him back into his pants and returned the towels to the bathroom. Though Evelyn had asked for household staff to accompany them on the train, none had been forthcoming. She had doubted they would, but she had made the request nonetheless; it would look good to Jahan and, who knew, might even have worked. Cleaning staff from the train, for an extra fee, would take care of the laundry and other custodial duties.

She went once more to the living room. Jahan was reading something on his pad and she hesitated to disturb him, but she was very tired. "I beg your pardon, my Lord. Have you any further need of me at the moment?" she asked.

After a long moment, Jahan raised his head and gestured for her to sit down in the high back chair across from him. She sat, carefully crossing her legs and feeling the soft pile of the fabric against her smooth skin.

"Uncross your legs, Evelyn," Jahan instructed. "I like to see your cunt."

Evelyn dutifully uncrossed her legs and spread them as wide as the chair would allow, affording Jahan an unimpeded view of her crotch. Silently she wondered at his resort to crudity. Did he consider it masculine? A way of demeaning her? Perhaps just a further demonstration of his power? It was a puzzle she needed to solve.

"What do you know of the Count?" he asked.

Evelyn considered her answer carefully. She'd been provided with a rather thorough briefing on the young Count, but it had been prepared by Sir Arun's intelligence service. There had been no opportunity in the time available to read a public access briefing. The only answer she could give was simple.

"Nothing, my Lord."

He frowned. "Unacceptable. The Count is to be my patron and you should understand his importance. Look him up this evening. In the meantime... The Count of Swans is a good friend. He was two years ahead of me at school and I was fortunate enough to be counted amongst his inner circle. I was able to perform a great favor for him in the recent past and he is a man that remembers his friends. Now that he has acceded to his rightful position within the nobility I imagine there will some great changes afoot and I expect to be placed in a position to assist him in these changes."

"What sort of changes, my Lord?" Evelyn prompted without thinking.

Jahan frowned at her presumption but something, perhaps her genuine interest, prevented him becoming truly annoyed. "The pace of change on this mudball, for one," he replied. "Are you familiar with the terms of the Imperial Crusade?"

"I only know what I was taught in school, my Lord," she said. It wasn't, strictly speaking, entirely the truth, but it was the truth so far as he was supposed to know.

"The Imperial Crusade, the Great Task, is the re-unification of mankind, of course. When Imperial scouts locate a new population cluster, it is targeted for incorporation into the Empire. This is done by means of a grand fleet carrying sufficient military force to subdue the population cluster and install the military and settlers as the new ruling class. The task of the ruling class is to raise the technical level of the population cluster to at least the Imperial minimums and then to build a new grand fleet to incorporate the next population cluster. This is, of course, both right and natural. Mankind must be under a single rule or we are likely to wipe ourselves out. But the policy is frequently unfair. There is an entire universe out there. Thousands of inhabited worlds comprise the Empire and more are added with increasing frequency as the older systems build still more grand fleets and the pace of scouting and incorporation grows. Yet I will never see them!

For the sin of being born I must spend my entire life shackled to this mudball raising your people to an acceptable technological level whilst others are free to see the wonders of the Empire. All because of policy. Policies that dictate the speed at which your pathetic culture may be advanced. The Count, however, aims to change these policies. If he is successful then it will be possible to implement a more rational plan of advancement that results in minimum technological levels being achieved in ten years. Once that has been accomplished the grand fleet can be built and I will be free to leave this world."

Jahan stopped, as if realizing he was opening himself up far too much.

"Achieving our Imperial goals early would certainly be wonderful, my Lord," Evelyn gushed. She wanted to move the conversation on, to get him past his moment of uncertainty, to settle him. Her words were carefully chosen to emphasize the impersonal aspects of his information, to indicate approval and agreement, to calm him. But she also wanted more. "But, in school they told us that rapid technological advancement could lead to unacceptable stresses on the local culture. Even to social collapse."

Jahan, leapt away from his personal revelations by diving into the impersonal facts. "That's a fact, but exactly what constitutes rapid or unacceptable is open to debate. In any event, the Count is unconcerned with this because his plan calls for a complete remodeling of society on Wells. In effect, he will deliberately break the local culture and use rapid technological change as one of the tools of this goal. He's quite brilliant you'll see."

Evelyn thought about the idea and liked it less and less with every passing thought. 'If he breaks our society, what will he replace it with? And the teachers were quite convincing about the certainties of unintended consequences of introducing new technologies. Any technology introduced to a culture will be put to use for purposes not intended or foreseen by it's creators. The studies and historical precedents were... impressive. The only way to compensate for that is by introducing draconian regulation. The more rapid the change....'

"I am sure he must be, my Lord. Certainly he seems to know more than the Imperial scientists who created my school curriculum," Evelyn offered.

Jahan frowned. "You think that a veiled insult, but it's the truth. The Count is a brilliant man, a genius. You will discover this in time. For now, you will discover what happens to insolent servants away from the lax discipline of my father's home. Stand and face away from me. Bend over and place your hands behind your head."

Swallowing nervously, Evelyn slowly rose and followed his orders. The position bared her ass to him and, with the motion of the train, made it hard to keep her balance. She spread her legs a little, conscious that doing so exposed her sex to his view, but willing to make the sacrifice in order to avoid falling to the floor. The impact of his belt upon her flesh was enough to drive her to her knees with a scream of pain, however.

"Get up," he ordered. "Without using your hands," he added as she began to lower her arms to steady herself.

She stood, painfully, and had just resumed the ordered position when another blow staggered her. The second was worse than the first, scraping across skin that was either abused or sensitized by the first. Again she screamed and was driven to her knees. And again, this time without being ordered, she rose. Her ass cheeks felt as though they were burning and a cold, cold sweat had broken out all over her body. She felt frozen and shivered from it and from anticipation of the next wave of pain that was sure to follow. The feel of his open hand smacking between her legs drove the breath from her body.

"Your cunt will not enjoy the privilege of my cock if you continue to be insolent, Evelyn. The next time you dare to be insolent to me or in regard to my friends I will flog you. You may go to your room now. With only your shirt on. You need to learn your place."

Evelyn hesitated, sure that something else would follow, but nothing did. Carefully she stood and made her way to the exit to the car on uncertain legs. Picking up her folded clothing she held it to her chest as she left the car and made her way across the narrow connecting plank to the next car. Opening and closing the door behind her, she found herself in the conductors car. Off duty train personnel crowded into the smoky room engaged in various activities. Or they had been engaged in various activities. Now, they all stared at Evelyn.

Panicked, all Evelyn could do for an eternal moment was stand stock still in horror. A whistle from somewhere in the crowd, and low laughter from the rest of it, broke the spell and she was able to start pushing her way through the press. She yelped in pain as strong fingers pinched one of the welts rising on her bottom and ran, trailing tears through the uproarious laughter of the crowd and then through the kitchen of the next car before she was able to cross into her own car and stumble into her small compartment.

The tears had the best of her then and she sat on the narrow bunk that filled most of the space and sobbed.

To be continued...