Authors: J.W. McKenna
Intellectually, Jenya knew just what to do. She had seen the
house breeders many times from the Virgin Corridor. As part of their training,
the virgins were led into a row of narrow boxes that were twelve
capeks
off the floor of the breeding chamber. Barred windows allowed the girls to see
what transpired, while keeping them safe from the men below.
She clearly recalled her first Observation of the breeding
act. She had been eleven—a little young, yes, but she had already been
selected, so it was deemed proper.
This rite, normally reserved for virgins aged twelve and
older, served as education in all matters of sex for the young girls. They had
begun by observing the gentle and pleasurable tactics of the Craftsmen.
Lady Margeld had taken charge of the girls…
“Come, little virgins, let’s go,” Margeld clapped her
hands. “Now remember what we discussed. There’s nothing to be afraid of, no one
is being hurt, despite what you might hear. The act of sex with your master can
be quite pleasurable.”
She herded all twenty-two of them into the Observation
corridor. Jenya whispered nervously to her friend Magda, asking if she was
ready for the experience. Lady Margeld allowed this, as it helped calm them
down. Jenya knew that some girls, seeing sex for the first time, had even
fainted. And this in spite of the many lectures the Lady had given them!
Jenya took her seat with the other girls on the narrow
benches and peered through the windows. She counted fourteen breeders below,
sitting on mats, talking. Some looked up when they heard them shuffle in and
waved. Most ignored them.
The girls had been cautioned not to try to talk to the
breeders, so they just sat and waited. It didn’t take long.
The door at the far end opened and fourteen young to
middle-aged men, all dressed in Craftsmen’s robes, entered. There was a brief
dash as those in front ran to the most attractive women, while those in back
seemed resigned to accept whoever was left.
When everyone had been partnered up, they sat nervously,
waiting for Syminton or his son to come in and check the pairings. Each man and
woman had their characteristics carefully charted. While a certain amount of
random breeding was allowed, even encouraged, Jenya had been taught that it
would not do to have a Craftsman, for example, with poor number skills, mate
with a breeder who had exhibited similarly weak skills.
Mirdar checked their character sheets as he walked among
them and occasionally made a switch, much to the disappointment of one man or
another. To the breeders, it seemed to make little difference. All of the women
were in prime breeding age, between nineteen and twenty-six, and all were
currently ovulating. According to what Jenya had been taught, they also hadn’t
been allowed to pleasure themselves for several suns.
In other words, she thought with a giggle, they were
ready for the men’s hard cocks.
Jenya pressed her face between the bars and took in the
scene. She had heard about what went on here and now waited expectantly to see
it. She felt funny inside and didn’t know why.
Her eyes roamed over the pairs, finally settling on one
couple in particular. The Craftsman had a kind face and the woman was pretty.
She called them Allnal and Ceptar, after the names she had given her dolls when
she had been younger.
“You may begin,” Mirdar said and left the room.
“No talking,” Lady Margeld whispered to her charges. The
girls didn’t need to be told—as one, they focused their attention on the action
below.
The men all began removing their tunics. A few of the
girls gasped when their turgid cocks sprang free from their breeches. Some of
the Craftsmen looked up and smiled briefly at the girls. Jenya smiled back;
other girls hid their faces. The men otherwise ignored them—it was bad form to
pay too much attention to the young virgins.
The breeders all sank back on their mats and spread their
legs wide, knees up. Jenya watched as if this technique was something rare to
behold, something passed down from generation to generation. Later she would
learn that it was simply the most convenient method of reproduction.
Some of the men jumped right in between the women’s legs
and began thrusting themselves into them. Others, Jenya saw—the handsome couple
included—took their time. Allnal, the breeder she’d named, lay back, but
reached down between her knees to stroke the man’s chest. Ceptar, in return,
leaned over to kiss and play with her breasts.
By Rand, this was odd! Why spend time with her milk sacs
when she wasn’t nursing? Did he not know? Jenya stared. Watching him kiss her
made her stomach tingle again.
He continued to kiss her breasts, and now Jenya could see
his hand drift down to touch the downy slit between her legs. He moved his
fingers there. Jenya looked closely and remembered something the Lady had said
during a lecture: Breeders who weren’t belled often needed to get wet there to
make it easier for their master’s cocks to enter. Then she showed them a few
techniques to accomplish this quickly and they had practiced it on themselves.
Yes, on themselves—but never had they allowed another
person to touch them like that! Yet the woman seemed to be enjoying it. It had
felt good, Jenya remembered. Maybe it felt better if you could just lie back
and let someone else do all the work!
Ceptar alternated between Allnal’s breasts and then moved
up to her face. Now what? Then she noticed that the position allowed his cock
to swing closer to her breeding entrance. Then Ceptar kissed the Allnal on the
lips. Lady Margeld had told the girls about this, but had cautioned them that
Damon would probably not kiss them in the same way they’d kiss Noblewomen.
“The breeding occurs here,” she had said, pointing to the
vee between Jelar’s legs. The girl had “volunteered” to stand before the class
as a living display. No doubt, Jenya remembered thinking, because she had the
biggest breasts among the young virgins. “Your master may kiss you here and
here,” she had continued, using the pointer to tap Jelar’s breasts, “but he’s
mainly interested in your breeding passage. Keep that in mind.”
Margeld had also warned them about some of the strange
habits of Damon. “For example,” she told them, “sometimes a Damon lord will
elect to use your mouth or your rear passage, rather than your breeding channel,
just for variety’s sake.”
The girls had all giggled at the thought of wasted seed.
“Or,” she had continued, “a lord may ‘loan’ a slave to a
higher-ranking Damon or priest for breeding. This could be an attempt to bring
favor on his house by raising a more desirable child or it could simply be the
repayment of some debt.”
Margeld’s instructions echoed in her head as Jenya had
watched the lovers below. Ceptar reached down with one hand and steered his
large cock into Allnal. The breeder, surprisingly, reached down and helped him.
Their hands touched around his member. He smiled and moved his hips. Jenya
could see the head of his cock disappear into her.
Jenya squeezed her legs again, but what she really wanted
to do was touch herself—”Down There”. No, she thought giggling, Lady Margeld
had insisted they call it certain names, names the lords like to hear. Cunt,
yes, that was one. Pussy. And she encouraged them to use the really naughty
word, Fuck. She had made them say it. “Fuck, Fuck,” and the entire class
dissolved into giggles as they repeated it with her.
She watched, fascinated, as Ceptar’s cock slipped in and
out of Allnal’s pussy. Cunt. Fuck. She held her fingers to her lips to stifle
her laughter. Allnal’s face had an expectant expression, as if Ceptar was about
to tell her something important. Her eyes were open wide. Her hands rested on
his shoulders. Her legs remained spread wide, her knees up.
She made noises in her throat. Noises that Jenya could
hardly hear over the others in similar throes. In fact, looking around the
room, she observed many hips in blurred motion, many expectant faces. There
seemed to be a lot of similarity in this breeding experience.
Jenya heard a shout, then another one. Her eyes tracked
from one climaxing couple to another one before returning to Ceptar and Allnal,
still riding strong. She could see the muscles in his arms cording, his neck
flaring. How much longer could he press into her—no, fuck her—like that?
Suddenly, with a roar, Ceptar drew up tight against
Allnal and held still. Only the muscles around his ass seemed to twitch. Jenya
wasn’t sure what had happened, but she suspected it was what the Lady had told
them about. “When a man launches his seed into a breeder, he often pushes in
hard and squirts in a small amount of fluid that makes the babies.”
When the men were done and the breeders lay back,
exhausted, Lady Margeld led the them out. “On the morrow, we’ll talk about what
we observed this sun,” she said, looking a little flushed. “Now it’s time for
bed.”
That night, Jenya heard many of the girls making almost
inaudible groans. The girl next to her had her jaws clamped onto her pillow as
her sheets wiggled near her waist. Jenya suspected what they were doing, but
did not attempt it herself. She was confused by what she had seen.
Since that sun, she had come to know just how fortunate she
was. To be selected by a Damon! She must be valuable indeed! The plainest,
strongest women were kept to breed Warriors, and more refined were saved for
Craftsmen and Merchants. Only the cream of the crop were reserved for Damons.
From age ten on, she had risen to the top of the hierarchy
in the slave community. Now she was here and determined to fulfill her duty.
She wanted this man to be successful and have many fine babies.
She lay back and opened herself to her new master. Her legs
shook with anticipation.
Lord Rydah stared at her nubile body, so full of promise,
and began to remove his clothes. His cock already strained against his
breeches.
He quickly freed it and delighted in seeing her eyes widen
at the sight. She licked her lips nervously. That reminded Rydah that Damon
slaves were trained in all kinds of pleasure. He would have to partake in that
pleasure later—tonight he only wanted to take her, quickly and deeply.
He straddled her. Her eyes flitted from his face to his hard
cock. He knew she was scared. He heard her chain rattle and her bell jingle as
she shook.
She spoke suddenly. “D-do you want to chain me, master?”
Her question startled him. He knew breeders remained chained
in the pens so they would be used to constraints—many Damon thrilled at having
a woman chained up, ready for them, helpless. It furthered their total
subjugation.
“No. I don’t.”
“Very well, m’lord.” She lay back. He saw her trembling. She
reached down and flipped the tiny bell up out of the way. The jingle seemed
loud in the sudden silence of the room.
He tried to make her feel more at ease. “This it not
supposed to hurt.” However, he worried that taking her virginity might indeed
hurt. Should he go fast or slow here? He didn’t know.
After all, he was a virgin too. Not that he would ever share
that news with a mere slave!
Rydah placed the tip of his cock at her entrance. Her
wetness quickly coated the mushroom head. That pleased him. She had been well
trained. Buying from the best had such advantages.
He pressed in slowly. Her eyes widened, her mouth opened
slightly. The more he pressed, the wider her mouth opened, he noticed. He
pulled back and nearly smiled when her mouth narrowed. In, open; out, closed.
Her fluids had lubricated her passage completely. She was
ready.
He pushed in one more time, right up to the thin wall of her
virginity, satisfying himself that she was, indeed, intact as promised. Then he
pulled back and plunged deep into her. Her eyes opened fully and she gasped. He
saw the beginnings of tears.
He barely moved, just enough to press the shaft of his cock
against her clit. She felt hot and wet and tight around his cock. He loved this
sensation—and the power he felt over his slave.
No wonder Damons brag about
their breeders!
Rydah rocked against her, relishing the stimulation in his
erect member. Her tiny bell was muffled by the press of their flesh together. A
new expression came over Jenya. Her mouth fell open again. She began to rock
with him. He felt her hips move under his.
She was beginning to enjoy this!
Her pleasure drove him onward. Rydah pumped faster, letting
his cock dictate his need. Jenya’s eyes fluttered closed, and she started to
make noises in her throat.
“Oh, oh, oh.” Then, “Oh Rand, oh Rand.”
Jenya had never imagined it would be like this! The pain
quickly faded, replaced by a feeling that spread throughout her body. Without
thinking, she reached around and grasped the roundness of his ass and pulled
him to her. When she realized what she was doing, she let go as if her hands
had been burned.
Rydah wanted to tell her to continue, but thought maybe it
wouldn’t be Damon-like. He wanted to lose himself in this girl, yet he felt he
must keep a certain distance.
They rocked back and forth, trying to learn each other’s
rhythms. Rydah allowed himself to be swept away by the sensations. The hardness
of his cock, the tightness of her breeding passage, the wet sounds of their
lovemaking.
No—breeding, right?
He looked down at Jenya and caught her looking right back at
him before she lowered her eyes demurely. He wanted to tell her it was all
right, but he said nothing. He watched as a rivulet of sweat coursed down her
neck to pool in the hollow of her collarbone.