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“Oh indeed,” Franla said. “I suppose that’s precisely what I meant.”
I liked her, I had to admit. Her eagerness to please and her rather charming officiousness seemed to show a good deal of skill in navigating the demands of court culture. I supposed a concubine who had earned her limited franchise and had risen to the rank of mistress over those among whom she had served had to possess a special spark of intelligence.
She did not seem quite as I had expected, though, and I needed to enquire about that, once I had laid her anxiety about multiple girls to rest.
“I’m not of that disposition, though,” I told her. “I can’t speak for my grandfather’s girls, but I note in the conduct of my friends who have several concubines—even those who keep only two—a lack of attention to… shall we say… detail. When I possess a young woman, I wish to know her with the greatest possible intimacy, so that I can enjoy every benefit of her obedience and submission to me.”
“Oh indeed,” Franla said again. “How marvelous.” The smile on her lovely red face, only slightly lined by age—she seemed about forty, measured in standard years—seemed genuine.
“I must ask, though,” I continued, “whether you think you can train a high-spirited girl to obey my every command, no matter how shameful. I am an exacting master, and the girl is likely to require a good deal of discipline before she learns to give the pleasure I expect. If I may say so without offense, Madame Franla, you seem rather more easygoing than I had anticipated.”
A bright smile lit up her visage. “I might say the same about you, my lord.”
I laughed. “Fair enough. Your reputation has preceded you, as you can imagine. And I had the chance to admire the evidence of a caning you had delivered the other day, on the backside of one of His Grace the Duke of Gadev’s Kamnians.”
“Ah,” Franla said, her smile widening. “Yes, poor Thria. She didn’t wish to provide her rear portal to one of His Grace’s guests. She left me no choice.”
In the woman’s face I saw just what I had hoped to see: she had a deep interest in helping her girls embrace their lives in sexual servitude. I still wondered if this idea of buying a concubine with whom to while away what seemed very likely to be the last days of the Vionian Empire made any sense beyond the emotional—and sexual—gratification it would bring. I knew, though, that I had found the mistress to train my purchase for my bed.
Chalondra
Agent Delvik put his fingers inside me. I cried out, unable to believe for a moment that the man had just… done that.
“Oh, yes,” he said, his voice dripping with mocking superiority and degradation, “you’re very wet indeed, girl.”
I didn’t even know what it meant. I could tell that it didn’t have anything to do with the shame of having wet my panties: something in the agent’s voice seemed to intimate an even deeper kind of humiliation, a darker truth about what the Vionians did with their concubines—even something about my body that no one had ever told me, because it was too embarrassing.
I could feel it, though: the awful probing of the man’s fingers was lubricated by some kind of slickness inside the sheath of my vagina. I gasped in sudden discomfort as he pushed them just far enough in that their tips came up against the barrier there that my mother and my aunts had taught me to call my virginity.
“You’re going to fetch a very high price, girl,” his horrid voice said, in a tone that seemed almost begrudging. “Bad girls whose cunts get wet after a paddling are always in high demand.”
His fingers kept going in and out. My mouth opened as my back arched, and I threw my head back out of sheer reflex. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of me speaking, but I couldn’t help it: his words conveyed such a terrible vision of a mysterious fate—my new life of abject degradation.
“I…” I said, but the fingers inside me took all my words and turned them into nonsense. “Sir… but… please… wh—what do you… oh, no… please…”
Something came to rest on the small of my back, something heavy and hard.The paddle, I realized. Agent Delvik had put the paddle on my back, as if that represented its natural resting place. That idea, to my horror, sent another thrill of the feeling—the feeling he had somehow evoked in my body through means I simply couldn’t understand—to my pussy. I felt it again: a clench, so much more unwelcome because I could sense how my vagina had spasmed around his fingers, and because that brought a chuckle from the agent.
“That’s it, my dear,” he murmured. “You’re learning.”
“Learningwhat?” I sobbed. “Sir… I… please…”
“Learning how good it can feel when you submit to your master.” His words seemed slightly distracted, as if he had focusedthe majority of his attention between my legs… as if he were enjoying himself, watching his fingers inside me.
It took a long moment for the meaning of the agent’s answer to sink in.How good it can feel.It didn’t make any sense, because… because it didn’t feel good… did it?
Then I felt his other hand—his right hand, I supposed, from which he had dropped the paddle—take firm hold of my bottom, squeezing the right cheek so that I cried out in pain. But as if he intended to teach me how to understand his previous words, his left hand kept working in and out of my pussy so that the moment he eased his grip on my punished backside a wave of irresistible pleasure swept through me.
I had started to moan and whimper with each exhaling breath and to move my hips in a mortifying rhythm that matched that of the fingers inside me. I suddenly sensed something else, something that loomed somehow ahead of me in the hot interior space of my mind, as if the hand in my pussy compelled me to ride it like a pony, at a headlong gallop, towards some goal that would bring release and fulfillment.
“Oh, no… oh, no… oh, no…” I repeated over and over, each ‘O’a sob of need.
Oh, no: itdoesfeel good. How can it feel good? How can it feelthisgood?
“You’re going to come for me, you little blue-haired whore,” the agent said. His tone had become harsh again: these degrading words obviously represented part of some dark pleasure he got from humiliating me. “Look at that red bottom… look at that little pink quim. Kamnian asses really are lovely when they’repaddled, and your cunts turn such a sweet shade of red inside. I can’t help envying the lord who gets to fuck you first.”
Whatever it was… whatever this sort ofcomingrepresented, physiologically… I didn’t need any further information from the horrid company agent to tell me thatcomingreferred to the goal I had glimpsed inside me, the finish line towards which his invading hand made me ride at breakneck pace. With the addition of the equally mysterious but even darker-sounding word,fuck, to the string of obvious obscenities emerging from his mouth, I reached that ending.
Comingseemed suddenly more like a cliff than a finish line, a ledge over a canyon, and the fingers driving me relentlessly forward flung me off, into space, my body writhing with forced delight that humiliated me even as it filled my limbs with ecstasy. I feared suddenly that the pleasure might rip me apart—that in fact all this “training” had only been a cruel game, at the conclusion of which I would simply satisfy the man’s brutality by dying here, over the table, with his controlling hand in my most private place.
