2 comments/ 34090 views/ 7 favorites Duchess of Lamore Ch. 01 By: BothWorld Part I -- He has business on the other side of the world Rolls Royce London It was a typical day in London. It drizzled that morning clearing the air if only for a little while. Drake Hampstead appeared at the office directly before 9:00 AM. He was never late. He took his job at the Rolls Royce office very seriously. There was a definite pecking order within the office. Drake was at the upper end of the lower rung who was very interested in making that last hurdle into the upper rung. For it was the upper rung that dealt with the most famous clients and therefore made the most money. Being engaged Drake thought about money more these days. He would soon marry his little Kit Kat and that would require a more generous salary. He was thought to be one of the most knowledgeable of the lower rung salesman and he knew that management was keeping an eye on him. It was something he worked very hard at. Mr. Chesterton sent word that he wanted to see Drake in his office. It was a rare event to be summoned to Mr. Chesterton's office. Drake quickly responded straightening his tie, checking his coat and hurriedly walking down the hallway to the corner office which Mr. Chesterton had occupied for the last decade. Drake entered his office and stood before his desk and remained silent. Mr. Chesterton was engrossed by what he was reading and Drake did not want to disturb him. Soon enough Mr. Chesterton looked up from his paper work. "Hampstead. Come with me. I have something I would like to show you." Drake followed Mr. Chesterton down the stairs to the floor room. Sitting under the dazzling lights was a two door drop head coupe and a four door Wraith. Each automobile was worth well over what Drake would make in salary over the next ten years. He followed Mr. Chesterton out to the garage. The public was not allowed in the garage. It was here that the precious coaches were prepared for their new owners. "Tell me, what do you see?" Mr. Chesterton asked. Drake feasted his eyes upon one of the most lovely automobiles he had ever seen. "It is a Phantom IV Hooper 7 passenger limousine with folding top with mounts to each front fender. It features two R-100 headlamps along with two fog lamps that appear to turn with the front wheels. I see that we have bird's eye maple to the rear cabin with cocktail bar, vanity mirror, makeup kit with brush and comb just above the picnic tables. We have a sterling silver crank for the division window between the seats along with a sterling silver phone to the driver. There appears to be private locks to the rear cabin doors." Drake studied the gold embossed symbol painted in the center of the rear cabin doors. He knew perfectly well that the Phantom IV was reserved for royalty. He studied the coat of arms which consisted of two crescent moons with an obelisk standing proudly between the two. He made a point of knowing most coats of arms, but did not recognize this one. The obelisk made him think Egyptian, but he knew everything Egyptian backwards and forwards. He had never seen this one. "This is a most interesting coat of arms. I don't believe I have come across in before." He straightened up appraising the automobile in its entirety. "A most impressive example to be sure." "Very good Hampstead. You just might be the man for this job," Mr. Chesterton said. "The coat of arms belongs to the Duchess of Lamoure. You should be forgiven for not knowing it. She remains one of our most reclusive clients. This automobile is two years in the making. I don't have to explain to you the importance of its existence." "Indeed not, sir." "I need someone to present this beautiful automobile to the Duchess. She lives half way around the world in the Peacock Palace. I am considering you for the job." "Why thank you sir. I would be most honored to carry out your every instruction." "Right then. You leave in two days. Get your affairs in order. You will be gone for some time." Drake left the office with his head spinning. This was exactly what he needed to breach the next rung at the office. Presenting an automobile to royalty...well it just didn't get much better than that. He stopped by the library on his way home. He wanted to learn as much as he possibly could about the Duchess. He found scant little. She had many financial interests throughout the world which was to be expected. Mot much was known about her personal life as she was very reclusive. He was ashamed to admit he had never heard of her before today. He did find one report, although unconfirmed, that she maintained a harem at the Peacock Palace. Drake found that most intriguing. He never heard of a female maintaining a harem, much less a member of royalty. He found that most interesting indeed. He left the library and headed to his fiancée's apartment. He knew she would be most distressed about his leaving. He was not looking forward to that part. Kit Kat "Hello my little Kit Kat," he said giving her a peck on the cheek after she opened the door. "Why Drake, I wasn't expecting you. Please do come in," she said opening the door wider. "You look ravishing my dear," he complimented her. They shared a glass of sherry in the parlor. "Well I don't like beating around the bush my dear. The truth of the matter is an assignment has come up and I have the distinct privilege of carrying it out." "Oh my. That sounds interesting." "I wonder how interesting you will think it is once you understand that I will be away for some time." He took a sip of his sherry allowing her time to digest the news. "I not at all sure how I feel about this," she said worriedly. "I know my dear. But this is quite important to my career. I know you will approve of that." "Yes of course. Your career is very important to me, to us. Why with the wedding and all..." Drake set his sherry down on the table and took her in his arms. "I miss you already my dear. I don't know how I will survive without your delicate touch for so long." That was their code word. They had never made love. They would be married first. His reference to her delicate touch referred to her occasional liberty of taking his penis within her hand. It never took much to produce the desired effect for which she had a hanky nearby. "Why Drake..." she said feeling flushed. She never shared her feelings about their little indiscretions, but she enjoyed them more than she should. She was quite fond of the face he made just before release which was always so plentiful. Her eyes darted to his crotch where she could clearly see a prominent lump. "Well..." she smiled. She turned to the end table and opened the drawer where she retrieved a hanky trimmed in lace. She laid it across his thigh. "Since you will be gone for some time..." Drake smiled upon seeing the hanky. He reached for his zipper and carefully lowered it. He reached inside his fly and exposed his throbbing flesh. She loved the way it seemed to dance on its own accord. Her procedure was always the same. She wrapped her fingers around it and closed her thumb around them. She never looked Drake in the eye. That would simply be too much. No, she preferred to watch his penis as it became more and more excited, watched how it started to ooze. She loved listening as his breath became clipped, strained. Once he straightened his back she knew that he would soon make a mess. She would grab the hanky and place it over the end. She would continue to pump until he exhaled filling the hanky with his ejaculate. She would mop up the excess and put the hanky in the bathroom to be cleaned later. Drake would take this time to put his penis back into his pants and zip up before she returned. That was their routine. It was always the same, no variation. Drake felt fortunate to have such an arrangement. The trip begins Two days later he was on a train headed for Malaysia and the Peacock Palace. The phantom traveled safely tucked away in its own boxcar. The trip was long and arduous. The seats on the train left much to be desired. His fellow occupants fell into the same category the further from London he went. He spent much of his time staring out the window of the train. It was a poor country. There were women washing their clothes in the streams. The roads were not much more than paths. And when they were populated, it was either mule and cart or the odd sole walking. The train finally arrived at his destination. It was a small village containing the train depot and a few small stores. The inhabitants appeared to be well worn and somewhat ragged. It was if he had left civilization altogether. He supervised the unloading of the Phantom making sure the utmost care was taken. Such a spectacular automobile looked so out of place in its current environment. It was a crime for such beauty to be regulated to such a place where no one could possibly appreciate it. He stepped into the small store next to the train depot. The language barrier was sufficient to reduce any conversation past the barest of attempts. The shop keeper showed him a room above the store. There was no bed. At best it would provide a place to store his belongings until he was ready to leave. That night he decided the best place to sleep would be the back of the automobile. It would be far more comfortable than the wooded floor of his room. And besides, he thought it best to stay with the automobile given his surroundings. Any damage to the automobile would simply be devastating and impossible to repair. He woke the next morning to the splendor of the rear cabin. With the exception of a small kink in his back his sleep was restful. He walked into the little store to find the facilities for bathing or shaving. He was shown to a water pump outside and a bowl. He filled the bowl with water and used the vanity mirror in the back of the Phantom to shave. He then slipped into a fresh shirt from his bag, straightened his tie and walked into the shop for directions to the Peacock Palace. Again the language barrier interfered although the shop keeper was wise enough to know that a car of such magnitude could belong to only one person. He stepped from his shop and pointed west. Drake slipped behind the wheel of the massive limousine and headed west. The roads left much to be desired, but the Phantom provide the smoothest ride anyone could have expected. The country side struck Drake as rather baron. He began to wonder if he was headed in the right direction when he saw a log standing by the side of the road. It featured the two crescent moons with the obelisk in between. He smiled thinking the obelisk was pointing the way. After several more bends in the road he saw what had to be the Peacock Palace. It was the only structure for miles. The Peacock Palace It stood alone on a hillside. It was massive and eerie. Drake couldn't help but wonder why on earth the Duchess chose to live here. But then again what better place for a recluse? He pulled the car to the huge gates and was met by a man wearing Punjab pants and a vest. He appeared to be of African descent and was rather large. Drake got out of the car and walked over to him. "Hello. Drake Hampstead, Rolls Royce London. I'm here to deliver this beautiful automobile to the Duchess." The man looked at him silently. He did not speak English. He did notice the coat of arms on the rear cabin door and opened the gates. Drake gave him a smile and pulled the car down the road. The Palace was surrounded by large fields in all directions. Drake surmised that at some point in the past those fields produced food for the Palace. It appeared the Palace was several hundred years old and had a mysterious feel to it. Maybe it was due to the isolation and the quiet. He parked the car in front of the Palace and headed for the front doors. He was met by another dark man wearing the same Punjab pants and vest as the man at the gate. Drake quickly surmised this was the uniform of the Palace. The man walked towards him and something caught Drake's eye. There was an odd movement inside the man's pants in the area of his penis. Drake turned away from him glancing at the car and then turned back in his direction. This turn camouflaged his true intent of investigating the man's crotch. The fly of the Punjab pants consisted of little more than two flaps of material overlapping each other. He thought he caught a glimpse of something metallic through the man's fly. It appeared the man was wearing something ornamental on his penis or possibly his balls underneath his pants. Drake wondered if he spoke English, but guessed that he did not. He tried just the same. "Hello. Drake Hampstead, Rolls Royce London. I'm here to deliver this beautiful automobile to the Duchess." The man escorted him into the Palace. As they walked Drake could definitely tell it was some sort of jewelry he was wearing on his penis. The stiff metal caused his penis to bulge against his pants awkwardly as he walked. Drake found himself wondering if maybe this was some African custom as he did not recall any Asian culture having such a ritual. He was shown to a room just inside the great doors where the man pointed to a bench. Drake gave him a smile and took his seat. Word made its way to the Duchess. She was informed that a foreigner was in the visitor room. He had arrived in a big car. The Duchess made her way to a peep hole that spied inside the visitor room. The man appeared to be in his early thirties, dressed very nicely in a linen suit and tie. He was an Anglo and sat with good posture. Of course she knew why he was there. She was the only one in this part of the country who even had an automobile. She turned from the peep hole and told the servant to let him wait. Several hours went by and Drake wondered silently if the Duchess was informed of his arrival. He wondered what the Duchess would look like. He pictured an older woman who was quite used to the finer things in life. He couldn't imagine why she would want such an automobile for this location. Late that afternoon another male servant entered the visitor room. He was carrying a tray with a cup of what Drake hoped was tea. This man too was wearing some jewelry on his penis. From a seated position, Drake had a much better glimpse. It looked rather ornate and seemed to fit his shaft. The man served him tea and Drake thanked him although he was sure the man did not speak English. You didn't have to speak English to know when someone was thankful for what you had done. He watched the man leave the room. Drake was fascinated by this jewelry around his genitals. He wondered if it was uncomfortable to wear. He couldn't imagine wearing something metal around his privates. How barbaric! The Duchess looked through the peep hole once again late that afternoon. The man was still immaculately dressed with his tie pulled solidly around his neck. She would have thought he would have loosened by now. She signaled her servant to have the man dismissed. The servant returned and pointed towards the door. Drake understood he was being asked to leave. Well it was not his place to question royalty. He walked outside and got in the car. He would return tomorrow. Maybe they would have had enough time to prepare for his visit by then. He drove back to the village. The people in the village were all Asian, which is what he would have expected. He noted that Asians generally were of smaller frame and size than Anglos and certainly much smaller than the African men at the Palace. He made his way into the shop and arranged for some food. It wasn't much, but certainly enough to get him by. He then retired to the rear cabin of the Phantom and quickly fell asleep. The next day he drove back to the Palace. Once again he was shown to the visitor's room where he made himself comfortable. The Duchess was curious as to how he dressed for his second visit. He was wearing the same linen suit he wore the day before. She smiled to herself. She signaled to the servant to let him wait. Drake spent all day in that room. At various times he stood and paced the room. That afternoon the male servant appeared with a cup of tea. The man was wearing his jewelry as he had the day before. Drake assumed he wore it every day. He was able to secure a decent peek when the man bent over to serve his tea. Drake could see that the jewelry did indeed wrap around the man's testicles squeezing them out the bottom. He couldn't help but notice the size of the man's penis. There was an ornate silver tube that covered the bottom of his shaft, but there were still several inches of soft dark flesh on the other side. Drake averted his eyes before being discovered. He thanked the man again for his tea and watched as he left the room. He certainly didn't seem to be in pain. He sipped his tea slowly hoping to make it last as long as possible. He began to wonder how many days he would have to wait before the Duchess would see him. He found himself thinking about that jewelry. It seemed to him that silver tube would prevent any sort of arousal. He couldn't imagine having an erection with that thing on. That would have to hurt very much. He returned the third day and took his seat in the visitor's room. He knew what to expect now and the waiting was not nearly as difficult. He was surprised when a female servant entered with is tea. She was of Asian decent, very petite with long black hair and almond eyes. She was wearing the same Punjab pants and vest as the men. The vest of course left her breasts exposed. And hanging between them was a silver pendant featuring the coat of arms. Drake was drawn to her nipples which were adorned with gem studded jewelry. He felt his face flush. She had lovely breasts and didn't seem the least inhibited about their exposure. She gave him a smile and poured his tea and left the room. The Duchess smiled as she watched her visitor's face turn red. She glanced at his crotch looking for a bulge. She couldn't see for the coat he wore. She imagined he was quite stiff. She gave instructions to the servant and left. Drake was surprised when another woman walked into the visitor's room. She was wearing a flowing red tunic that stretched to the floor. Although it was quite lovely, it managed to leave a good deal of her breasts exposed. She too was wearing a silver pendant featuring the coat of arms. Clearly she was someone of import. First Night in Palace Drake got to his feet and introduced himself. "Hello. Drake Hampstead, Rolls Royce London." He was quite surprised when the lady spoke English. "Heywo. Weecome to the Pee cuck Palace. I see do rume. Fall low pease." Drake nodded and followed her behind her. They walked down a long hallway with open courtyards on each side flanked by large black servants. Sitting in the courtyards were many women. Not a single one was fully dressed. Drake couldn't help but look at them as they were all quite beautiful. As the ladies noticed the new stranger they would cover their mouth and giggle. Surely they had seen an Anglo before. Drake returned their smiles, but kept it very subtle. He did not want to give the wrong impression. They turned down more hallways before stopping in front of a door. It was flanked by a large black man in his Punjab pants and vest. Drake wondered exactly why he was there. Was he there to protect him from others or was he there to protect others from him? He found either answer troubling as neither made any sense to him. The lady opened the door and waved Drake inside. It was a large room with a bed in the middle. The walls were filled with beautiful tapestries. Off to one side adorned with bolts of silk was a recessed pool in the floor. He assumed it was for bathing which was something he was dearly looking forward to. Duchess of Lamore Ch. 01 "I have bath for you. Seep here. Full Moon cell baton. You guest Duchess. Tu days. Servant's heap ready." She turned and left. He walked over to the window and looked out. His view was of another courtyard. This one had fountains and was very beautiful. When he turned around he noticed he was not alone. There were two servant girls standing inside his room. One had the curliest light brown hair cascading down her shoulders and tumbled a few inches below her breasts, beautiful dark eyes surrounded by a mysterious blue eye shadow. Her face was thin. Drake had never seen an Asian with light brown hair. The other girl had long dark straight hair that went to her waist with a cute pug nose and dark eyes. They were both so petite and very cute. They both wore sarongs around their waists and sandals which was it with the exception of the silver pendant hanging between their breasts of the coat of arms. He loved the way their breasts peek-a-booed through their long dark hair. He was not accustomed to such inhibitions. Drakes face immediately flushed. He could feel his crotch getting tighter as well. The girls tried to hide their smiles. They moved to each side of him and grabbed the lapels of his coat. He realized they were going to help him undress. "No, thank you," he said pulling his coat back on. "I am quite capable of undressing myself." He could see from the expression on their faces they had no idea what he was saying. Once again they grabbed his lapels and tugged on his coat. Clearly they intended to undress him one way or the other. He decided to relent as it was probably the custom and he was breaking protocol. He shrugged his shoulders and they removed his coat. It was then he noticed a third girl. She was just as petite as the others, her hair slightly shorter. She was wearing a sarong and pendant as well. She walked over with a tray that held four cups. She offered the tray to Drake and he took a cup and the girls took theirs. The girls mumbled something and looked at him. He got the idea he should say what they said. He gave it a try and all four took sips of their drinks. The girls drank their cups empty and sat them back on the tray. So Drake drained his empty as well. He could not determine what he was being served. It had a slightly bitter taste, but was refreshing none the less. The girls worked as a team removing his clothes. They started with his tie. One loosened it and handed it to another who carefully laid it over the rack. As she did that the other started unbuttoning his shirt. Drake was certainly not used to this sort of treatment. His major concern was his inflating penis. They would get to that soon and he was not at all sure how to handle that. They removed his shirt deftly and it joined his tie and coat. His nerves were starting to fray. What was he to do? Then something happened that he least expected. One of the girls leaned down and ran her tongue over his nipple. There was no question about it. It was a sexual act. And it felt very good. Then the other girl leaned down and licked the other. His mind was reeling. He had never experienced anything like this. His worries increased ten fold as the stimulation made his penis throb. It was now fully erect, which made a rather obscene lump in his pants. The third girl reached out and cupped that obscene lump in her petite little hand. All three girls giggled as she confirmed what the others suspected. Drake was quite beside himself. He was not at all sure what he should do. It didn't seem to matter as the girl in front squatted down and started lowering his zipper. They were intent to remove his clothes. And one would assume that pleasing him sexually was part of their jobs. The other two girls helped undue his belt and pants and all three lowered his pants to the floor. There Drake stood in his underwear which was quite tented by his throbbing erection. He felt rather silly. The girls looked at it smiling. The two by his side bent down for another lick of his nipples. His nipples were very sensitive. It was something he had been waiting for his Kit Kat to discover. These girls discovered it right away and were not shy in teasing them hard as they had ever been. He stifled a moan as they continued to cat lick them just the way he had hoped. The girl in front took hold of his manhood and squeezed it between her fingers. He suddenly found himself wanting to laugh and laugh hard. At first he thought it would be grossly offensive. But he found the urge uncontrollable and actually started to laugh. It was a throaty laugh and profoundly wondrous. The girls looked at each other and started to giggle. They were not offended. Not in the least. Everything seemed so incredible. It just made him laugh all the more which seemed to bring them together as a group. The girls moved on to the task of removing his underwear. Now he found himself completely exposed before three Asian beauties that seemed quite comfortable with him being that way. That in itself was quite new and yes, refreshing. Having achieved their goal, the other two girls squatted down with the third and huddled around his throbbing penis. He was simply stunned by this behavior. Little hands explored his penis and balls as if some new toy. They were truly fascinated by it. But more strangely they seemed enthralled by his pubic hair. They took turns gliding their fingers through it as if it were the first they had seen. They giggled as they tugged and pulled his short curly hairs in every possible direction. It was all Drake could do to control himself. He was certainly not accustomed to such things. He was so excited, so aroused. He began to worry he might ejaculate from such attention. No sooner had that thought entered his mind when he started laughing again. He had no idea why he was laughing. None of this was funny, not really, but he had an uncontrollable urge to laugh, so he did. The girls were fascinated with his enflamed penis. He watched as one eased her long painted fingernails around his shaft, brought the tip to her lips and gently sucked it into her mouth. In all his time with his Kit Kat, she never once did this. Drake couldn't refuse a long throaty moan. Those lips felt absolutely divine. He looked down just in time to watch her pass his throbbing manhood to another whom then took it between her lips. He watched it disappear between her nicely painted lips, closed his eyes and did his best to keep control. That girl passed it to the next who took her turn as well. The Bath Once all were seemingly satisfied with a taste of his warm, throbbing flesh, they rose to their feet, clasped his manhood in their delicate little hands and led him to the recessed pool. The thought suddenly occurred to him that he was high. Was it the sexual attention? No, it was more, much more. The more he thought about it, the more he realized he was terribly high. It must have been that drink they shared. He wasn't sure what was in it, but it must be the reason he was so elated. The mere thought that he was high made him laugh all the more. The thought that he was naked with three beautiful women was funnier still. In fact everything seemed to make him laugh. They eased him down in the pool. Two of the girls grab washcloths, soak them in the warm water and proceeded to wash his tired aching body. The water felt so good. It had been days since his last bath. Never did he expect anything like this. The third girl got between his legs, spread them apart. She moved in closer and took his balls into her hand. She was handed a straight razor by one of the other girls. Drake watched through half closed eyes as she began to remove the hair from his balls. This too was a custom new to him. He was deliciously high now and couldn't care in the least. He was in their capable hands now. He was perfectly happy to let them do as they pleased. He smiled as his cock throbbed uncontrollably in her hand as she shaved his balls smooth as the day he was born. He was not the least bit alarmed when she moved that razor up higher and began removing the rest of his pubic hair. No wonder they were so intrigued earlier by his rather thick bush. Those dainty little hands skillfully removed every last one. Once through, she held her hand open presenting his hairless balls and cock for his inspection. Drake was impressed with her work. He had never had his privates shaved before. There was something naughty about it. His urge to laugh resurfaced. He saw no point in holding it in. He gave the girl a large smile and a hardy laugh. She was quite pleased and giggled. The other girls giggled too. She took her warm washcloth and eased it down his newly shaved penis. The warm rag felt so good. She worked it down around his balls and paid particular care in washing them. She nodded to the other girls and they turned him over in the pool. He was acutely aware that now she was staring at his behind, something that under other circumstances would have been very embarrassing. He felt the warm washcloths going down his spine and quickly dismissed such feelings. He felt them circling his buttocks and then dipping down between his cheeks. Never in all his years had he experienced anything like that. She made several passes and it began to relax him. He was somewhat startled when her washcloth was replaced by what had to be her finger. His mind was a swirl of mixed emotion as he tried to figure out what she was doing. He focused his senses to what she was doing just in time to feel it being pushed inside him. Its entry forced an involuntary grunt to escape his lips even though it slipped in quite easily. He found himself immersed in a contradiction of emotions. It was at once alarming and yet stimulating too. He grew accustomed to it within moments. His alarm quickly transformed into something entirely different as he realized this was the most complete and thorough bath he had ever experienced. His drug filled mind wanted to laugh, so he did. He laughed as she worked her finger inside of him. That was followed by a nice warm washcloth. They eased him out of the pool and surrounded him with large fluffy towels. He closed his eyes as they dabbed him dry amongst little teases to his ever sensitive nipples while taking turns feeling his freshly shaven privates. The Massage One of the girls wrapped her fingers around his now very hard cock and led him to the center of the room where his bed was. They helped him down on the mattress and had him lie on his stomach. One moved to each side and began massaging his tired aching muscles. Their fingers felt wonderful, but then he felt something else. He realized they were using the breasts as well dragging them along his skin right behind their fingers. How wonderfully sensuous he thought. The third girl got between his legs and actually eased up on his back. He could feel her dragging her hard nipples right up the center of his back. It was wonderfully delicious. He could feel their long hair teasing his flesh as they moved up and down his body. That urge to laugh returned stronger than ever. Once he started he couldn't stop. He laughed and laughed. The girls didn't laugh so much as they giggled. He felt a hand sneak underneath him searching for his cock. He moaned softly as those fingers wrapped around his hard penis and gave it a gentle squeeze. As that squeeze became more insistent he realized she was choking off his impending climax. That was probably for the better he thought given the circumstances. He felt her hand slip away from his deflating cock and ease right up his cheeks. Why was she doing that again he wondered? He felt it pushing against him. He did not understand their fascination with his behind. Maybe it was the custom or possibly some part of their culture. Their focus was unrelenting. He was not surprised by how easily he accommodated the insertion. He spread his legs wider, tilted his behind upward inviting them to have their pleasure. The girls giggled their approval. He closed his eyes allowing his other senses to take over. His mind drifted as she slowed into a rhythmic cadence he found very soothing. One of the girls moved around and found his lips. They kissed. Her lips were so soft, full. Her tongue creped into his mouth, their tongues danced. His senses naturally flow behind him to the rhythmic, sensual feel of the girl on his back. He can feel her breasts, her hard nipples dragging up and down his back. He feels her finger slip from him. Is she through? Has she tired of this? His answer was immediate. She returned seemingly using more fingers this time. She was much thicker. Her fullness felt good. Her comforting cadence returned and he joined her. He felt something at his lips. The other girl had returned as well, offering her breasts. He felt her hard, protruding nipples insistently pushing against his lips. He sucked it in discovering it covered with some sort of cream. The taste was new, but pleasing. He teased her nipple with the tip of his tongue. More cream seemed to be rolling down from the top of her breast. He ran his tongue up her breast gathering a nice amount with his tongue. The girl atop of him became labored. Little hands caressed his skin, teasing, pulling. Suddenly her thrusting stopped. She became very still. He wondered if all the ladies did this to their men. It had to be a cultural thing although he had never heard of anything quite like it before. She lowered her mouth to his ear, nibbled it and giggled. She pulled her fingers from him and rolled off his back. He marveled at how quickly he missed this new experience. Her undulating body felt so good upon his flesh. He never imagined his behind could be such an erogenous zone. The girls slipped away leaving him alone. He was so tired, so relaxed. He didn't have a care in the world as he drifted off to sleep. To be continued... Please remember to vote. Comments are welcome. Duchess of Lamore Ch. 02 Part II -- Business was never like this before... First Morning in the Palace The next morning he awoke in a strange bedroom. Portions of the night before slowly seeped into his brain. There were girls, he remembered that. There was that drink. That drink had messed him up. He shifted around on the huge bed and felt his head screaming at him. He was not used to being hung over. He didn't know how, but they seemed to know he was awake. His girls came into the room wearing their sexy sarongs. And yes their breasts were exposed. He was getting very accustomed to this sensual delight. One brought him a cup of tea. Another leaned down and took his nipple between her lips. She sucked just hard enough for the desired affect. He felt that old familiar tingle surging in his crotch. What a way to start the day he thought. But then he felt something else. It was something he had never felt before. He pulled the sheets from his body and stared at his crotch. Jewelry His erection was being prevented by a gold tube fitted around the base of his shaft. It had a curly arm that went down to another cuff that squeezed his balls gently out the bottom side. His privates were totally encapsulated by the piece of jewelry. The only difference between it and the ones the guards wore was the gold it was made of. And there on the top was a symbol he now knew well. It featured two crescent moons with an obelisk standing proudly between them. Shock swept over him and he felt himself getting sick. He lay back against the mattress and took several deep breaths. His head was pounding as if it would explode. How did this happen? Where did it come from? Why was it there? How could he get it off? He wanted answers. It was pointless of course. They did not speak English. Once the immediate sense of shock diminished his breathing returned to normal. This obviously was some rule of the Palace. The other men wore them. He knew that much already. Now he was fitted with one too. There was little consolation in the fact that his was gold, but it did seem to distinguish him as a guest or special visitor. They must have put it on him while he was asleep. Once he had regained his composure he felt several hands caressing his stretched balls and caged penis. Once again lips landed on his nipple. He felt hair tickle his face before another set of lips landed on his. Her tongue slipped into his mouth so naturally. He caressed it with his own enjoying the delicate sensations that washed over his body. He wasn't sure what to make of it. Clearly they were there to pleasure him, bath him and see that he was fed. But now his caged penis was rendered useless. A certain part of his identity had been removed or at least that was the way it seemed. They fed him a breakfast of fresh fruit and rice. Little tiny hands continued to caress and explore. They seemed particularly drawn to the jewelry that restrained his desire. The warring emotions continued to dance in his head. It was simply devilish. They walked him over to a table with a mirror. They sat him down and expertly shaved his face while brushing his hair. Two girls appeared with Punjab pants. He stepped into them understanding the need. He would not easily fit into normal pants under the circumstances. He expected a vest to follow, but that did not happen. They brought a shirt with intricate brocade made of fine silk. His girls walked him to the door where he was met by the translator. That's what he called her. To his knowledge she was the only one who spoke any English. Yes, the guard was still by his door. His eyes went straight to the man's crotch. Yes, he was wearing one too. He was not sure of the protocol. Should he bow? Should he offer a hand? He decided a slight bow would be in order and did so. As he straightened up he caught her eyes moving off his crotch. "You seep good?" she asked. Not waiting for an answer she continued, "Take car home. Heap servants car." Take car home? He could not possibly take the car home. The trip, and his dreams, would be a total failure. But wait a minute. She said or at least he thought she said he was to take the car to its home, its new home. Yes of course. He was to instruct the servants in its operation. He smiled as he understood. There were so many things he wanted to ask her. Surely she knew why this thing was around his privates. For the life of him he couldn't bring himself to say a word, not in this setting. It was simply impossible and surely a breach of protocol. What would the home office say? Indeed. "Fall low peas." The Garage They walked to the front courtyard. There sitting in all its glory was the Phantom. He got behind the wheel of the car. It seemed almost sacrilegious sitting in the car the way he was dressed. She pointed to a drive that veered off to the side of the main building and he brought the car to life. He drove down the path and came to another building. It was clearly the stables, which now served as the garage. He pulled the car through the door and was greeted by three sterling examples of previous Phantoms. Each featured the coat of arms on the rear cabin painted in gold. Each was immaculately maintained as if they had never been driven. He was met by one of the African servants. He seemed to be head of the garage. He was wearing Punjab pants and a vest. He was not wearing a silver pendant. It seemed that none of the men did, only the women. He did not have to look to know his penis was held by a silver piece of jewelry fitted to his privates. The man directed him to pull the car into a spot next to the Phantom III. Drake did so making sure to position the car with enough space so that nothing would come in contact with it. "Hello. Drake Hampstead, Rolls Royce London." He was not expecting a reply, but thought he would try none the less. The man looked at him waiting. How absurd. How was he to instruct the man when he did not speak English? Drake looked over and saw his work bench. It was filled with tools specially made for Rolls Royce. The man was well outfitted he thought. He would start with the tools. He would understand that. He picked up a wrench and headed for the Phantom. He released the bonnet and pushed it open. He proceeded to lean in to the engine when the man stopped him cold. Had he done something wrong? Should the other man lean in first? The man walked over to his bench and retrieved a thick blanket draping it over the fender. He pointed to Drake's crotch. Drake looked down. He had nearly forgotten about his jewelry. He looked at the man's crotch; saw a similar bulge. How long had his been on? He was sure this man could answer all his questions. Drake gave him a nod and carefully leaned against the thick blanket careful not to scratch the paint. They spent the day going over every inch of the car. He was able to communicate more than he ever thought. Or at least it seemed so. Second Night in Palace The translator appeared later that afternoon and walked him back to his room. As they crossed the grounds of the Palace he saw more women. He felt the tug of excitement pressing against his gold jewelry fruitlessly. They were all so beautiful and carefree. Maybe that was why the men were restricted. He could only imagine what it was like to live at the Palace. He had seen only a small fraction. Where these women part of the Duchesses harem? Maybe that was it. The Duchess did not want the men interfering with her girls. His curiosity was getting the better of him. What was she like? It would seem that was not for him to know. They got to his room and he noticed the guard was still outside his door. He gave him a brief smile, but it was not returned. He stepped into his room and she closed the door behind him. He was met by his girls. That's how he thought of them. They were his bedroom girls. He felt little hands roaming his body as they took turns kissing him. They untied his fine fitted shirt and removed it. One girl moved to his nipple. Her tongue brought a smile to his face and a tug against his jewelry. Apparently his bedroom girls were not part of her harem. Or maybe they were, but assigned to please him during his stay. Of course that could go only so far. So maybe his theory was not too far off. He felt his Punjab pants being untied and they slid to the ground as one hand went to his crotch and another to his behind. They were simply fascinated by his behind. He never would have thought. He wondered if their fascination was due to his skin color. They escorted him to a couch and fell in around him. His nakedness with them being partially clothed did not bother him. He would have thought it would. He felt lips caressing his body, teasing, nibbling. There were lips against his. His thoughts were soon carried away to the most erotic place. He kissed one and then the other until all had been properly greeted. The tug against his jewelry was nearly constant aided by little hands slipping here and there. There before him was the tray of cups. He smiled. He remembered the slightly hallucinogenic potion all too well. He looked at the other girls briefly. Did they do this every night? He couldn't imagine such a thing. He was handed a cup. When in Rome he thought. He performed the toast from the night before and drank it empty. The girls watched and followed behind him. He almost started laughing immediately. He knew what was coming. The thought of being on drugs two nights in a row was unbelievable. Would this be like the night before? His thoughts lingered there. A smile crossed his face. Yes, Rome indeed. The lips closing around his nipple did not surprise him. There was that tug again. He worried that his frustrations would get the better of him once the drug took affect. He looked down to see a girl licking his stretched balls. He felt a hand on his chin pushing him upward. His lips were met by others. Their tongues touched, danced lightly together. The tug was ever present triggering thoughts and desires that would go unanswered. The sweet turmoil was alluring and strangely erotic. He pushed himself to use other senses, other feelings. He could feel the drug taking affect. He was not laughing this time. He pulled his lips away and found another. He kissed them passionately. He moved from one to the next kissing them all. He felt hard nipples pressing against his bare skin. He teased them with his fingertips. Sweet delicate moans filled the room giving him great pleasure. They moved him to the pool and eased him inside. He felt the warm washcloths dragging across his skin. One girl was between his legs sucking gently on his stretched balls as if low hanging fruit. She moved to the head of his penis and teased it with her tongue. He could see the pleasure she derived even though it could not stiffen for her. He captured a nipple barely an inch away between his lips. He teased it with his tongue, felt it grow hard between his lips. All that was missing was the cream. They bathed him most meticulously and then patted him down with the large fluffy towels. They moved him back to the bed and fell in around him. A tray of food appeared. One fed him as they others continued with light caresses. He could get used to the feel of hard nipples grazing his skin while little hands found their way in every nook and cranny. He could feel the drug working its magic. Every thing became fuzzy and soft. He loved his girls and the sensual things they shared together. They were so beautiful. One of the girls picked up a banana and ran it sensually across her nipples. She ran it up between her breasts and then up to her lips. She danced her tongue over the tip provocatively while staring him in the eyes. He could feel the incredible tug against his jewelry as his body tried to react. He watched her tongue dance over the tip and smiled. Seeing his smile she removed the banana from her lips and ran it across his. She did it slowly, sensuously. He could not help but think of something else. She saw those thoughts cross his face and giggled. The other girls giggled too. She peeled the banana back and offered the tip to one of the other girls. She gladly accepted it by rolling her tongue over and around the tip. He remembered how she did just that the night before to his penis. Then she offered it to the other girl who proceeded to work the tip with her tongue. At first he thought they were making light of his situation that this could not happen to him. But then he realized that was not it at all as she offered it to him. He worked the end with his tongue just as they had. He was not prepared for the sensuous sensations that flooded his mind. A big smile spread across her face. The other girls giggled, he could see them watching. She eased the banana past his lips, left it there with his lips stretched around it. Everything was so sexual with them. What a wonderful way to be he thought. He bit off the end and started chewing. It broke the sexual tension that was building. The girls clapped and giggled as he ate the banana. He felt as if he had passed some right of passage. She leaned forward and gave him a kiss quite pleased with him. She then looked at one of the other girls and said something in her native tongue. Two of the girl's grabbed bananas from the tray and got to their feet. He watched as they began dancing using the bananas. It appeared to be some sort of folk dance or ritual. They moved in unison in the most provocative way. They came to the bed and both grabbed his arms. They wanted him to dance with them. At first he thought against it, but they managed to get him up. He started dancing with them trying to imitate their moves. The third girl came up behind him holding open a sarong that matched the other girls. They all stopped and helped him into it. Once they had it fastened around his waist, they all started dancing together once again. One girl leaned over and retrieved a banana for him. Now the four of them danced in a circle in this wonderfully sensuous dance. He found that the drugs made it much easier for him to move. Once the dance was over they all hugged each other and kissed. One of the girls said something to the others. Of course he had no idea what she was saying. He could see from the other girls faces that she had suggested something unusual. They talked back and forth before finally coming to agreement. They looked at him and giggled. He knew that meant trouble. They took him by the arm and walked him over to the wall where a tapestry hung. One girl moved her little hand behind it and suddenly a secret door swung open. He was quite surprised. The other girls held a finger to their lips signaling for him to remain silent. They ushered him into the secret passage. It was dark, but the girls knew the way. They walked for some time before they came to another door. The girls smiled at each other and then opened the second door. They walked into the room and he was simply amazed. The room was filled with black men, naked black men wearing nothing more than their silver jewelry. It was at once erotic and yet terribly taboo. The men looked at them and smiled. They did not seem that startled to see them. They were not the least bit concerned with his presence. The girls took him further into the room and closed the door behind them. Once again he had the uncontrollable urge to laugh. This was all so impossible. He managed to stifle it down to little more than a giggle. He watched as one of his girls strolled through the room studying each of the men as if at the market. She found one that she liked and signaled for them to join her. They joined her huddled around this man. He looked down and saw a rather healthy penis lying limp across his thigh. His ebony member provided startling contrast to his silver adornment. The jewelry stretched his balls an unimaginable distance. The tube that went around the base of his shaft only covered a small amount of his length. She glanced at him and reached for the silver pendant around her neck. She bent down and inserted the silver pendant into the jewelry around the man's penis. He was both shocked and surprised when both the tube around his shaft and the tube around his balls opened fully and she pulled it from his flesh. He watched as she slipped one hand around his balls and the other around his rapidly inflating shaft. She ran her tongue along his thickening shaft much to the man's delight. He watched in total fascination. That man's cock grew to incredible dimensions under her tender caress. It was simply beautiful to watch. And it happened so fast! She took the tip of his cock and ran her tongue over the tip. The man's cock was now standing proudly erect and looked so soft against her tongue. She pulled it free and offered that man's throbbing penis to him. Again he was shocked. He could have sworn that man's penis was staring at him. He glanced around and realized everyone was staring at him. He stifled a laugh thinking how crazy this was as he slipped his lips over that hard ebony member. He was rewarded with the most satisfying sensations as his mouth filled with the warm, sturdy flesh of that man's penis. Suddenly laughing was the last thing on his mind. A long slow moan escaped his lips as he eagerly replaced the girls hand around the man's balls. Although he certainly had never done this before, he knew exactly what to do. He found himself in a trancelike state exploring every inch of that big black cock. It was wildly decadent and incredibly exciting. He could hear the man purring and moaning, which only added to his pleasure. He could only imagine how long it had been since the man was last pleasured. The man had a fine cock. It had a substantial girth with more than enough length and felt terribly soft against his lips. His ball sack was long and his balls felt weighty in his hand. It didn't take him long to discover that he enjoyed what he was doing very much. And the man apparently enjoyed it too. He was mumbling something in his native tongue. He didn't understand a word of it, but he could tell from the tone that he was quite pleased. Yes he liked everything there was about having a cock between his lips. He slobbered over every inch of it admiring the new sensations that flooded his brain. It was leaking profusely. He swiped his tongue over the tip and was surprised he knew the taste. How could that be? Then it dawned on him. It was from their breasts. His curiosity heightened as he continued his fascination with that hard penis. Suddenly he felt those enormous balls jerk in his hand and followed by a massive wave splash against the back of his mouth. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It caught him slightly off guard. He choked a little, but managed to swallow. He clamped his lips tightly around the shaft and gently massaged those balls. The second splash was more like a wave as it completely filled his mouth. He was prepared this time and easily swallowed. Now in sync with his contractions, he used the man's long thick penis like a straw. His cock erupted over and over; six, seven, eight times. The man seemed to have an endless supply. Drake took it with ease. Once his penis went dry and began to grow limp, Drake released it. It slipped from his lips and fell back to the man's thigh. He straightened up and glanced around the room. Everyone was staring at him. They all seemed quite pleased with his performance. He licked his lips once or twice to indicate that he was quite pleased as well. The girl leaned forwarded and gave him a big kiss. She reached around her neck and retrieved her silver pendant. She gave him a big smile and placed it around his neck. She waved her arm at the room full of men. Her intention was very clear. Duchess of Lamore Ch. 02 He looked around realizing that he could now have any man in the room. One by one they smiled, spreading their legs, beckoning him to try them next. He looked at his girls. What an impossible situation. He clutched the pendant around his neck and grinned. Sitting right next to the man he had just sampled was another. He had a lovely penis just waiting to be released. He squeezed the soft tip with his fingers and ran his other hand over his tightly stretched balls. Yes, he would do nicely. They would all do nicely. He moved between his legs and slipped the pendant into his silver jewelry. Hours later his girls guided him back to his room. Never had he experienced anything so wicked, so wildly pleasurable. Once safely cocooned in his bedroom they help him out of his sarong. They all shared a big hug and kiss before he slipped underneath the covers. His head barely touched the pillow before he was fast asleep. He could barely remember the events of the night before. His head was foggy. He lay in bed with his eyes closed. He could feel the weight of the jewelry around his privates. His head ached and his jaw was surprisingly sore. He drifted in that place between sleep and consciousness. Images started filtering through to his brain. Bits and pieces started registering. He remembered having his lips clamped over a long black tube of flesh. He felt his jaw. It was sore in a strange way. He had sucked another man's penis. More things started showing up. No, he had actually sucked several penises the night before. One after the other started dancing through his head. There must have been dozens. He smiled. And each was filled to the brim with cream. Thinking about it now was causing his penis to tug against his jewelry. He opened his eyes and propped himself up on his pillow. He wasn't sure how they knew, but the girls knew he was awake and filled his bed. One puffed up his pillow while the other brushed his hair from his eyes. He was offered a cup of tea which he sorely needed. There were smiles and giggles all around. They knew of course. They knew all too well how he had pleasured those men. They fed him a bowl of rice along with some fruit. Yes, another day in paradise. When breakfast was finished they ushered him over to the pool and bathed him. That was followed by a nice relaxing shave. Then it was into his Punjab pants and finely fitted shirt. He heard a knock at the door and opened it to find the translator standing before him. She escorted him back to the garages. Drake was shocked to discover one of the men from the night before standing before him. A twinge of guilt coursed through his veins. The man undoubted recognized him, but he showed not the slightest recognition. Drake was very grateful. The translator said something and the man took Drake over to the work bench. Drake turned around and she was gone. Just as well he thought. He turned back to the man who remained stone faced. And that was just fine with Drake. That man introduced him to what Drake determined would be the Duchesses driver. He wasn't sure, but he had probably sucked this man's cock as well. He began to wonder if he had sucked every man in the Palace. They got inside the car with the new man behind the wheel. He brought the car to life and eased it out of the garage. Drake sat in the front supervising the man's actions. The head man sat in the back watching the two in the front seat. They drove all through the country side. The driver did a wonderful job. Drake thought about the three of them wearing jewelry. He took some satisfaction knowing the other two men had recently experienced climax. That silver pendant had not worked on his gold jewelry. The thought struck him of doing it again. He knew the men would enjoy it. They had certainly enjoyed it the night before just as he had. He smiled to himself when he realized that would not be possible. He had returned the silver pendant. They returned to the Palace and Drake had every confidence these men could properly care for the car. He had only to look at the others to know that. The translator reappeared and escorted Drake back to his room. He could feel a certain excitement building inside him the closer they got. Moon Party "I wee rerun Full Moon cell baton. You wood guest Duchess. Servant's heap ready." She turned and left. He walked into his bedroom and his girls were waiting for him. They took him to the pool and bathed him. Then they walked him over and brushed his hair and gave him a close shave. He could see in the mirror one of the girls standing behind him with a long flowing robe that was very ornate. He rose to his feet and the girls draped in over his head. The robe did a fairly good job of hiding his jewelry. He wondered what this party was going to be like. He wished he could ask his girls. The thing most on his mind was protocol. This would be his first audience with the Duchess and he wanted to get it right. The translator returned and escorted him through the Palace. They passed many courtyards, but they were all empty. He assumed everyone was attending the party. They approached a set of huge doors. They opened to a large courtyard that was decorated for the celebration. Flowers were everywhere. The courtyard had several fountains and there was music coming from an alcove. At the far end was a raised platform. And sitting on a couch in the middle of that platform was a woman undoubtedly the Duchess. She had lovely dark hair that was pinned up behind her head. There were two long strands of red hair that draped down each side of her face which was framed by jet black bangs that came just above her eyebrows. She was wearing a silk tunic trimmed in satin. It seemed to cress crossed her chest and tied with laces around her waist. The deep cut showed off her ample breasts. He was escorted up to the platform and seated to the Duchesses left on a couch. From this vantage point he could her startling blue eyes that seemed to pierce right through him. He found it difficult to determine her age, but found her to be quite beautiful. He could also see the gold pendant hanging down between her breasts. It was a gold pendant of her coat of arms. What clearly had to be members of her harem circled around her. They wore silk kimonos trimmed in pink satin. They were all beautiful and rather mysterious looking. He couldn't help but wonder what went on with them behind closed doors. Two of the girls rose to their feet and moved to each side of Drake. He glanced at them, looked into their eyes. They were gorgeous and very sensual. Their kimonos did little to cover their breasts which were well rounded and tipped by tiny little nipples. He noticed something out of the corner of his eye. One of the girls was offering him some fruit. It was a banana. He gave her a brief smile. If she only knew what happened the last time someone offered him a banana. He took it and noticed the Duchess staring at him as he did. There was something in her eyes. He gave her a brief smile which she returned. The floor down below filled up with female dancers. They shared a scarf between them and started dancing in a circle. Their moves were very sensuous and erotic. At some point he felt delicate fingers circling around his nipple. He glanced down and saw painted fingertips. His nipple was quite hard and poked through the sheer silk of his robe. The girl must have seen it unable to resist. He could feel the tug in his crotch. The dancers below were joined by male dancers and the danced changed into an erotic ballet. The full moon was so bright it cast shadows in the lower courtyard. He wondered why the full moon? Did it have some special significance? What else did they celebrate? The girl from his other side offered him a cup. He took it hesitantly. He was not sure what was in the cup. He was not at all sure he wanted to get high under such circumstances. But there again he could not really refuse it either. He brought the cup to his lips and took a sip. It was wine. He sighed in relief and took another sip. He wondered if the Duchess consumed the drug or was it something only the servants did. He glanced at her girls taking care of her. He wondered about her sexuality. What did she do with these beautiful girls when they were alone? His mind instantly filled with lewd and erotic images. He looked at that gold pendant hanging around her neck. Did that mean he belonged to her tonight? What exactly would that mean? Was she expecting some sexual favors from him? Did she ever think of men in a sexual way? He had so many questions. He decided to stop thinking about such things and enjoyed the food, the dance and the wine. It was probably an hour later when the girls behind the Duchess helped her to her feet. He suddenly felt a tug on his arms and quickly got to his feet as well. The girls ushered the Duchess away. The girls behind him each took an arm and ushered him right behind her. The walked down a hallway and entered another room. Once Drake was inside he realized this must be the Duchesses bed chambers. It was simply magnificent. In the middle of the room was a bed big enough for half a dozen people at least. The Duchess clapped her hands twice and the girls to his side walked him over beside the bed and begin removing his robe. Once it hit the ground, the girls helped him onto the bed, stomach first. He could hear the other girls removing the Duchesses clothes and wondered what exactly would happen next. He had an incredible urge to look, to see the naked Duchess. He was quite sure it was a sight to see. He was also sure that if she wanted him to see her they would not have landed him on the bed in the way they did. He heared more sounds, sounds as the girls were left the room. He felt a presence between his legs. That was followed by a pair of very hard nipples pressed against the base of his spine. Those hard nipples drug right up the center of his back and rest upon his shoulder blades. Surely the Duchess is not going to give him a massage. That would just be crazy. Then he felt something bumping up against his cheeks. He knew to spread his legs further. That something, whatever is was, thrust hard and poked inside him. It is bigger than he is used to, thicker as well. She thrust again and it went deeper causing him to moan. Not being stoned, he quickly realized what was happening. His mind swirled with uncertainty. She thrust once more and he realized she was buried to the hilt inside him. Now he knew the Duchesses secret. Everything started falling into place. How did he not see this? She began a slow cadence of thrusting herself inside him. His mind was reeling from the sudden realization. He could feel her hard nipples pressed into his back and wanted to look at her more than ever. He felt something going down the side of his face. Suddenly her finger slipped into his mouth. He instantly thought of the night before. He explored her finger with his tongue, sucked it gently. The Duchess started working it back and forth sensuously across his lips. It could have easily been a cock he thought and treated it as one. He toyed with it using his tongue, turned his head slightly and sucked it in deep. The Duchess was pleased. She started thrusting harder inside him. He suddenly wondered if her girls were actually girls. Well, to a certain extent they were. He stared at their breasts all night long. But did they also have a secret underneath those kimonos? He moved his legs further out, tilted his ass so she could get more into him. He started moving with her, amplifying her moves. The Duchess removed her finger from his lips, grabbed his hips and positioned him a certain way. Once satisfied she thrust inside him again. This time he could feel her cock bumping up against something inside him. That bump felt wonderful. He moaned with enthusiasm. She continued to aim for it driving him crazy. Now she felt like a man he thought. Her thrusts were insistent, forceful. Her cock felt good going all the way inside him. He pushed back making her bumps more powerful. He desperately wanted to suck cock. He thought of the night before. He could hear the Duchess grunting, her breathing labored. He knew these signs all too well. She was thrusting inside him aggressively. He found himself enjoying it on some other level. Then she thrust deeply and cried out. He knew at that very moment she was filling him with cream. It was almost more than he could handle. So many things went through his mind. Swirls of contradiction, cascading emotions, erotic confusion; he closed his eyes and let them play in his head. The next thing he knew the girls had returned. They each grabbed an arm and were helping him to his feet. The Duchess was no where to be seen. They threw the robe over his head and escorted him back to his bedroom. Epilogue The next morning he rose from a deep slumber. True to form his girls were there waiting for him with a bowl of rice and fresh fruits. He picked up the banana wondering if he would ever be able to eat one without thinking about his night in the barracks. Once his breakfast was over they walked him over and sat him down in front of the mirror. One brushed his hair and the other gave him a nice close shave. He heard the door open and noticed the translator walking into the room. He became embarrassed as the only thing he was wearing was his jewelry. His girls pulled his chair back and he swung around to face the translator. Her eyes went down to his crotch. His eyes went to her neck. She clutched the gold pendant, bent over and inserted it into his jewelry. And just like that it popped open freeing his privates. It felt so good to have that thing removed. He reached down with his hand and rubbed himself for the first time in days. The translator watched him. Once he was through she straightened up and left the room without saying a single word. One of his girls pulled out his freshly pressed linen suit and they helped him dress. But now that his cock was free, he didn't want to put on clothes. He wanted to have sex. A quick glance told him that would not happen. They could not be less interested. They escorted him to the door. There was another servant waiting in the hall who took him to the front courtyard where the Phantom was waiting. He stepped into the rear of the car and it silently pulled through the large gates and out on the road to the train station. He watched the landscape pass by as they rode along. He thought about what a rich place this was, filled with wonderful people who enjoyed a magical culture. How sad he would not be able to share his experiences with a single sole. The End I hope you enjoyed the story. Please remember to vote.