Looking for female co-author to play the part of the culled female (or perhaps females, if we go that way). Expect some D/s, pregnancy, and perhaps some body modification themes. Details to be worked out via PM. I prefer literate, detailed posts a few times per week versus rapid-fire three sentence responses several times per day. Please PM if interested.
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"The females have been assembled, Lord Dalton."
I glanced up from my scrolls at my aide, Julian. I sighed softly. I had been trying not to think about today's event ever since my wife had set plans for it in motion. I had tried unsuccessfully to persuade her of the questionable propriety of reviving such an ancient tradition, but to no avail. Catherine can be stubborn as an ox when she sets her mind to something.
"Very well," I responded. "I shall attend the Culling shortly." Julian nodded and departed.
I gathered my robes about me and donned various rings and amulets. I did not care to wear such ostentatious exemplars of my wealth and status. A thousand years of better nutrition and breeding meant the nobility were taller and stronger than the general public, so I quite literally stood out in a crowd. I saw no need to further highlight the differences between myself and my subjects by wearing jewelry worth more than the average man could earn in a lifetime. Yet again, my wife insisted otherwise, contending that commanding respect and obedience of the people required consistent reminders of such differences.
My wife and I did not share like minds on much, but then our betrothal had nothing to do with mutual interests and affection. As with most noble marriages, our joining had been arranged by our families as part of the grand game of politics played by all the royal houses. We had first been promised to one another when Catherine was just a slip of a girl and the actual ceremony took place over four years later when she came of age. We'd hardly known each other prior to that day, so it was scarcely surprising that we had little in common now.
This in turn had partially inspired to revive the ancient practice of the Culling. To be fair, it was a softer version of its actual practice centuries ago. Nevertheless, I found even the modernized version a disturbing revival of our uncivilized past.
By any modern standard, our ancestors from a thousand years ago were morally savage. The first Great Houses arose to power during this period. Though few of their modern descendants would care to admit it, the founders of the nobility began as brutish thugs who would would do anything to achieve power.
This time well predates our modern notions of gender equality, so all these ancient "nobles" were men. Back then, a key signal of status and power was the size of one's family. The more kinsmen one had, the more willing warriors you could bring to war. And given the frequency of conflict and the limited medical knowledge, the heavy mortality rate favored high reproduction. Consequently, rulers of the day went to extremes in pursuit of such goals.
The Culling was one such artifact. In its earliest, bloodiest form, a conqueror of new lands would scour it for fertile females to claim for his own. Any males who resisted (brothers, fathers, husband's, etc.) were put to the sword. If the women already had children, these might be enslaved or even executed so as to focus these women on their primary responsibility: birthing the offspring of their new lord.
In time the bloodshed of the Culling faded. Rather than steal the wives of others, the Lords of the Great Houses would merely cull the most attractive and fertile young virgins to make part of their personal harems.
The emphasis on sexual conquest actually bred certain physical and psychological traits into the lineage that remain with us even today. Even the "civilized" nobility of today carries a reputation for oversized libido's. What is less well known is that not all such traits were natural in origin.
Some rulers, so driven to acquire and defend their power, turned to the black arts. Dark rituals involving blood sacrifices were used to empower subjects with unnatural prowess. Ancient scrolls speak of men becoming twisted lustful beasts of immense size and stamina. Women were similarly transformed into unparalleled breeders whose swollen forms could birth and feed unsurpassed quantities of offspring. Dabbling in such powers of shadow was not without price, and such was often grim.
Fortunately such grisly practices have been confined to history. The development of religion and evolving morals made re-classified such non-consensual conquests as sinful. Monogamy became the general standard. As the Age of Blood ended, war gave way to peace, diminishing the need for massive broods. Noblemen were increasingly expected to confine their desires within the marital bed.
It is this modern development that Catherine now hopes to escape. Society expects that as husband and wife, we will confine our sexual activities to the marital bed. It is considered unseemly if either party engages in extra-marital affairs, particularly since such might result in a child born out of wedlock. Consequently, the married couple is supposed to tend to one another's needs.
Catherine is not so inclined. Specifically, she vastly prefers the tender caresses and pillowy breasts of her female attendants to me. Such liaisons are uncommon, but the nonexistent risk of pregnancy makes them minor transgressions at best.
Catherine is willing to bear with me for procreative purposes, but beyond that she feels put upon. She has endured it thusfar rather than face the public shame of my straying. (Though I would bear some of the derision, Catherine knows that her reluctance to attend her husband's needs would make her a laughingstock.) What she has needed was some tolerable justification for publicly permitting her husband to have sex with other women.
Her solution was to revive a kindergarten, gentler version of the Culling. Large families are still favored, so she has proclaimed her husband is so potent that she alone cannot contain it. (While the fate of nations no longer turns on a nobleman's sexual prowess, such rumors enhance my reputation and thereby adds to Catherine's own.) Rather than compelling young women against their will as in the days of yore, volunteers are solicited. Rather than live a hardscrabble existence, this virgin will live in comparable comfort in exchange for her services. Moreover, the resulting offspring, while illegitimate, would still be raised in far better circumstances than she could hope to provide alone. Thus has Catherine spun it as an act of charity - a story that has proven surprisingly popular.
Knowing the truth behind it makes me feel oily and deceptive. But I am not sufficiently high-minded to overcome my own carnal desires. Much as it seems beneath my better sensibilities to transform some woman into little more than a brood mare, I became fiercely aroused at the idea. Even now my manhood swells knowing that in the next room a dozen women await the opportunity to mate with me.
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"The females have been assembled, Lord Dalton."
I glanced up from my scrolls at my aide, Julian. I sighed softly. I had been trying not to think about today's event ever since my wife had set plans for it in motion. I had tried unsuccessfully to persuade her of the questionable propriety of reviving such an ancient tradition, but to no avail. Catherine can be stubborn as an ox when she sets her mind to something.
"Very well," I responded. "I shall attend the Culling shortly." Julian nodded and departed.
I gathered my robes about me and donned various rings and amulets. I did not care to wear such ostentatious exemplars of my wealth and status. A thousand years of better nutrition and breeding meant the nobility were taller and stronger than the general public, so I quite literally stood out in a crowd. I saw no need to further highlight the differences between myself and my subjects by wearing jewelry worth more than the average man could earn in a lifetime. Yet again, my wife insisted otherwise, contending that commanding respect and obedience of the people required consistent reminders of such differences.
My wife and I did not share like minds on much, but then our betrothal had nothing to do with mutual interests and affection. As with most noble marriages, our joining had been arranged by our families as part of the grand game of politics played by all the royal houses. We had first been promised to one another when Catherine was just a slip of a girl and the actual ceremony took place over four years later when she came of age. We'd hardly known each other prior to that day, so it was scarcely surprising that we had little in common now.
This in turn had partially inspired to revive the ancient practice of the Culling. To be fair, it was a softer version of its actual practice centuries ago. Nevertheless, I found even the modernized version a disturbing revival of our uncivilized past.
By any modern standard, our ancestors from a thousand years ago were morally savage. The first Great Houses arose to power during this period. Though few of their modern descendants would care to admit it, the founders of the nobility began as brutish thugs who would would do anything to achieve power.
This time well predates our modern notions of gender equality, so all these ancient "nobles" were men. Back then, a key signal of status and power was the size of one's family. The more kinsmen one had, the more willing warriors you could bring to war. And given the frequency of conflict and the limited medical knowledge, the heavy mortality rate favored high reproduction. Consequently, rulers of the day went to extremes in pursuit of such goals.
The Culling was one such artifact. In its earliest, bloodiest form, a conqueror of new lands would scour it for fertile females to claim for his own. Any males who resisted (brothers, fathers, husband's, etc.) were put to the sword. If the women already had children, these might be enslaved or even executed so as to focus these women on their primary responsibility: birthing the offspring of their new lord.
In time the bloodshed of the Culling faded. Rather than steal the wives of others, the Lords of the Great Houses would merely cull the most attractive and fertile young virgins to make part of their personal harems.
The emphasis on sexual conquest actually bred certain physical and psychological traits into the lineage that remain with us even today. Even the "civilized" nobility of today carries a reputation for oversized libido's. What is less well known is that not all such traits were natural in origin.
Some rulers, so driven to acquire and defend their power, turned to the black arts. Dark rituals involving blood sacrifices were used to empower subjects with unnatural prowess. Ancient scrolls speak of men becoming twisted lustful beasts of immense size and stamina. Women were similarly transformed into unparalleled breeders whose swollen forms could birth and feed unsurpassed quantities of offspring. Dabbling in such powers of shadow was not without price, and such was often grim.
Fortunately such grisly practices have been confined to history. The development of religion and evolving morals made re-classified such non-consensual conquests as sinful. Monogamy became the general standard. As the Age of Blood ended, war gave way to peace, diminishing the need for massive broods. Noblemen were increasingly expected to confine their desires within the marital bed.
It is this modern development that Catherine now hopes to escape. Society expects that as husband and wife, we will confine our sexual activities to the marital bed. It is considered unseemly if either party engages in extra-marital affairs, particularly since such might result in a child born out of wedlock. Consequently, the married couple is supposed to tend to one another's needs.
Catherine is not so inclined. Specifically, she vastly prefers the tender caresses and pillowy breasts of her female attendants to me. Such liaisons are uncommon, but the nonexistent risk of pregnancy makes them minor transgressions at best.
Catherine is willing to bear with me for procreative purposes, but beyond that she feels put upon. She has endured it thusfar rather than face the public shame of my straying. (Though I would bear some of the derision, Catherine knows that her reluctance to attend her husband's needs would make her a laughingstock.) What she has needed was some tolerable justification for publicly permitting her husband to have sex with other women.
Her solution was to revive a kindergarten, gentler version of the Culling. Large families are still favored, so she has proclaimed her husband is so potent that she alone cannot contain it. (While the fate of nations no longer turns on a nobleman's sexual prowess, such rumors enhance my reputation and thereby adds to Catherine's own.) Rather than compelling young women against their will as in the days of yore, volunteers are solicited. Rather than live a hardscrabble existence, this virgin will live in comparable comfort in exchange for her services. Moreover, the resulting offspring, while illegitimate, would still be raised in far better circumstances than she could hope to provide alone. Thus has Catherine spun it as an act of charity - a story that has proven surprisingly popular.
Knowing the truth behind it makes me feel oily and deceptive. But I am not sufficiently high-minded to overcome my own carnal desires. Much as it seems beneath my better sensibilities to transform some woman into little more than a brood mare, I became fiercely aroused at the idea. Even now my manhood swells knowing that in the next room a dozen women await the opportunity to mate with me.
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