The Emperor's New Loveslave

[Veroe]

((Closed for Myself and SallytheScorpion))

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IC: Asherran Dahl

The boat bobbed and swayed anchored off the white-cliffed shores of the long-fabled continent the Imperial Armada had crossed the great sea to debark the seven legions of the Invincible Vaelkorran army. Now six months later the kingdoms of this accursed continent were now under the banner of Empire, and the armada was preparing to cross the sea carrying the treasures and slaves plundered from the conquered kingdoms.

It was morning, too early in the morning, but Asherran's personal servant, Syri, was insistent that he woke up. He rose up from his bed groggily. "Master," His young adolescent servant said, "The honorable General Varha is assembling this continent's fairest princesses."

"Help me wash up." He removed his bedrobe and Syri poured some flower scented water into a wash basin.

Asherran was Vaelkorran nobility, albeit by a tenuous claim through a distant cousin, but he had made his name and fortune in the trading of high quality slaves, more specifically the finest of slaves for harems throughout the Empire. But he had made the great mistake of falling in love with his last slave, Anemoria, Syri's older sister. He had trained her with all his knowledge of the erotic arts, and had delivered her to the Imperial harem. A few days later Anemoria was found dead of poison, a victim to the viperous intrigues of the Imperial court.

Heartbroken he and Syri had retreated to the country until he was summoned before the Emperor who commissioned him with one last task. Asherran was to go with the Armada to this gods-forsaken continent and find the finest of the daughters of the rulers of that land and train her as the Emperor's personal concubine. If he succeeded he and Syri would be set for life, though even with his heart not in it since giving up Anemoria to be murdered at court.

With Syri's help he finished washing up and put on a new robe and belt. "Go to the galley and fetch some breakfast." He told Syri, "And be quick. I do not like how some of the sailors cast eyes upon you." Syri was fast approaching the blossoming of womanhood, and by the looks of her she would be as fetching as her sister was. He would have to train her in order to keep any unscrupulous men from taking advantage of her untarnished innocence.

He opened the door to his cabin and let Syri out for the ship's galley then came out into the hallway and climbed the steps onto the top deck. There were seven women chained and collared tight in a row.

General Varha nodded towards him. "Good morning Lord Dahl."

Asherran surveyed the women more closely. They were all beautiful, exotic, and spectacular. "They have potential."

"Yes fine bitches."

"General do not be so crass," He admonished the soldier, "These are high-born ladies of fine breeding."

He stepped closer looking at the tall blond. "They're clothing remove them."

Varha's men removed the tattered dirty clothes they wore bearing their feminine flesh to the gaze of everyone on the top deck. Being sailors there was some whistles and cat calls.

"General," Asherran asked casually taking a hand to squeeze the blonde's bosom. "Do not your men have duties they should be undertaking now?"

Within moments the sailors were harangued by their officers back to their duties. Asherran shook his head. "This one carries too much weight, take her below with the rest of the common slaves."

He proceeded to examine each of the women casually but expertly like he was negotiating for horses rather than people. He knelt inspecting the shapeliness of leg and thigh, the curve of hips, the swell of breasts, the weight, their responsiveness. While all would be exceptional, beautiful, none were what he was looking for. Asherran dismissed one after another.

Then he reached the last of the princesses. He ran a hand up the length of her leg noticing the tightness of the muscles underneath. "This one likes to run." his hand slid over her hip to run over her buttock. "Not much flesh on her rump, though that is not a prerequisite according to our Emperor's, may his reign last for years more, tastes in concubines. Let's see how responsive she is." He pinched the swell of a buttock hard.

His other hand dragged up her stomach stomach to her breasts. He stepped in front of her and placed both hands on her breasts cupping them, squeezing, weighing and judging them. "A decent handful here, perky. I think they'll resist sagging for a score more years."

He took her chin by his hand and peered into her eyes, "Exceptional beauty in her face, radiant even." He forced her mouth open. Peered inside to inspect her teeth, the length she could extend her tongue, its dexterity. "She has a mouth made by the gods for giving pleasure."

He lifted her chin while stepping behind her. His free hand began to run through her hair. "She desperately needs to wash and care for her hair, but that is more your fault General than hers. Nevertheless once washed and mended her hair will be silken and luxuriant against our Emperor's skin."

Then he noticed the odd shape to her ears. "What is that some deformity," He asked with supreme disapointment. This one had such promise to her.

"She is from a people called Elves my lord. The pointed ears're what sets them apart as well as longer lives."

"An elf," he said running a fingertip along the pointed ridge of her ear, "I thought such creatures were only from legends. Do you know if they can accomadate a man?"

Varha nodded though not without some embarassment, "According to my men, they can."

Asherran knelt before her and placed his hands over the soft fur covered mound, "I will have to shave her, but she seems receptive and compatible enough." He slipped a finger inside, and found a true treasure, "A virgin."

"This is the one, General, she will be a truly unique and exquisite treasure for our Emperor, may his reign last for decades to come." He stepped away from her. "Have your men bring up the bath tub from my belongings, and tell the chefs to heat some pots of water for her bath." I will have her bathe while I take my breakfast."

 

[sallythescorpian]

Kyria braced her feet on the deck, as the gentle swell rolled the mighty ship. She would not stumble, or fall, no matter how her knees shook. She was here, along with the others, to pay a sovereign debt, a mark of allegiance to the Empire, a debt of honour to ensure the future of her people.

That had been the price for peace, and she knew that her sacrifice would mean many lives spared, and it was a price she was willing to pay. Each conquered nation had been required to offer their youngest royal daughter, who was of age, and she had been among the first to offer herself, thereby saving her sister Akai, almost two years her junior, who had just turned 18 yesterday.

She knew she was doing what was right and honourable, but that knowledge did not make her shake less as she stood, assembled in a line with the other women. That brutish general had looked lustfully upon each, and for days they had endured his ribald comments, but now he stood to attention, showing respect for finely dressed man who was coming out on deck.

They were ordered to strip of their tattered clothing, and then had to endure the intimate inspection of Lord Dahl as he made his way along the line, humiliating, albeit unintentionally, each princess, as he considered their charms, dismissing each in turn as inadequate.

It took great effort to remain still as he circled her, running his hands freely over her flesh, cupping and squeezing her breasts, and pinching her bottom, but to stand still as he commented on her form, was almost too much.

"This one likes to run."

"Not much flesh on her rump"

"A decent handful here, perky."

"She has a mouth made by the gods for giving pleasure."

Kyria reminded herself of all those she was saving, sucking in a breath, but she had to bite her tongue at his next remark, as he tugged her ears.

"What is that some deformity,"

It was a measure of her poise that she managed to keep her composure at his insult, as one of the soldiers explained she was Elfen, but still she felt herself heating, as a red blush crept from her breasts up over her face.


"I thought such creatures were only from legends. Do you know if they can accommodate a man?"

Her face was crimson. This was going to be even harder than she thought. She squeezed her eyes tightly closed, as Varha replied, bringing to mind the scenes of rape she had witnessed before the surrender.

She managed to keep her head high, even if her eyes were squeezed shut, as he tugged on her pubic hair, and declared that he would need to shave her. Images of so intimate a thing caused her blush to deepen even further.

But she could not suppress a gasp, as his thick finger pressed inside her, touching the barrier of her maidenhead, which confirmed her innocence.

Apparently her virginity sealed her fate, as she heard Lord Dahl declare that she was the one for the Emperor, may he rot forever in the depths of Hell. A little smile played on the corners of her mouth, as she thought that her accolade was much more appropriate.

"Have your men bring up the bath tub from my belongings, and tell the chefs to heat some pots of water for her bath.I will have her bathe while I take my breakfast."

She stood, standing proudly to her full height of 5'2", a height that while short for men, was almost statuesque among her people. She was delicately built, her petite frame, lithe, swelling with womanly curves at hip and breast. Her features, too, were delicate, her heart shaped face, small mouth with full lips, and big deep brown eyes, which looked like melted chocolate.

Her eyes flicked to the bathtub which had been set on the deck, adjacent to where Lord Dahl was having his breakfast laid out. Perfumed water steamed from the tub, and she was excited at the prospect of getting in and cleansing herself, of washing away the dirt accumulated on the long, forced march to the port.

The seaman bowed to the nobleman, and backed away, and she stepped silently into the water, hardly making a ripple as she slid elegantly into the water. The tub must have been quite cramped for the Nobleman, she thought, but for her, she could stretch out, and she lay back arching her back and allowing her hair to waft in the perfumed water.

It was divine, and she appreciated the simple pleasure of soaking herself clean. She used the products she had been given, and lathered her hair, piling the long, dark tresses high upon her head, before sliding beneath the water once more.

Three more buckets of water were brought, and she stood, taking one, and she struggled to lift it high above her head, putting her head back, and using it to rinse the remaining lather from her hair. She squeezed her hair, removing the excess water, and then wound it, and piled it high upon her head. Her gaze flicked over to the table where sounds of eating breakfast had fizzled out, and she met his eye, and blushed once more, sitting quickly again in the water.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Asherran Dahl

Syri had brought up a bowl of porridge and some berries. It certainly wasn't what he was used to in the palaces of Vaelkorr, but it was what the cooks of the armada served the hundreds of sailors soldiers on the ships, and they didn't have the time or the supplies or the skills to prepare gourmet meals just for him.

He sat on the chair Syri had placed out for him, and ate the porridge watching this elf princess bathe.

Syri gasped, "She looks like.."

Asherran nodded gaurdedly, "She does have a certain resemblance to your sister." He held out his hand for Syri to hand him some of the mulled wine. Watching the new slave. She was so much like Anemoria he felt a pain like a knife jab into his heart looking upon her.

She like Anemoria had a woman's natural sensuality in her motions, though it was hindered by an equal measure of self-consciousness as well. As blank canvases go Asherran could paint a masterpeice with this one if he had the time, but to teach her and prepare her to survive in the Imperial court longer than Anemoria had...to do that in the amount of time he had Asherran would have to accelerate matters.

He looked away when he noticed that Syri had failed to hand him a goblet of his wine. She was staring at the new slave wide eyed. It must be like seeing a ghost for her. “My wine.” He impatiently shook his hand in front of her. When she finally complied. He took a sip of the wine, decided to forgo the dates for himself.

“Go fetch my shaving kit, and the red chest,” He told Syri.

He rose up and noticed one of the gaurds that had brought up the tub and filled it with water watching the Elf princess. Oh, General Varha wouldn’t give him men so undisciplined to act on the lusts watching a naked maiden bathe stirred in a man, but eyes were an action unto themselves. He stood in front of the girl and announced. “You may tell me your name now.”

“My name is Lord Asherran Dahl, but you may call me master. Not as slave to owner, but as pupil to teacher.“ He nodded when she answered. “Do you know for what purpose I have selected you. You are to be the Emperors new love slave. I am to teach you how to be a concubine.”

He didn’t expect her to be too agreeable to the idea. “Nevertheless, your current situation requires you to evolve. You can either be taken down below and traded from one crass drunken sailor to the next for the length of the voyage across the ocean, powerless to stop it from happening to you. Or you can learn all that I have to teach you and never be taken without your consent again. For one thing no one else would dare force themselves on the Emperor’s property. Secondly, there are ways to control and even derive pleasure from even the most aggressive and brutish of lovers. That is what I will teach you.”

He glanced over to the soldier staring at her breasts. “You, what is your name, soldier?”

“Me, my lord,” the soldier blinked, “Marrab, my lord.”

“Marrab,” Asherran nodded, “What color, without looking, is this slave’s eyes.”

“Well uh…” Marrab stammered nervously.

“You don’t know, Marrab, do you,” Asherran asked, “You don’t know because you are a man obsessed with women’s breasts, aren’t you. The whole time she was bathing you were watching her breasts.”

“Forgive me my lord…”

“There is nothing to forgive, all men are subject to their lusts, and her breasts are indeed exquisite.”

He turned back to his breakfast and picked up the bowl of berries. “You must be hungry my dear, you may have the berries from my breakfast with the provision that you eat it slowly and savor the taste.“ He held the bowl out for her to pick a berry between fingers and bring it up to her mouth.

“Slowly,” he reminded her. “Little bites, take your time, let the juice run over your tongue and savor the taste of each one. When you swallow lift your chin slightly and make small swallows so the lines of your neck is accentuated with each swallow.”

“Aha, Marrab,” He said pointing at him, “You are no longer looking at her breasts.”

“Forgive me my lord…”

“That will be all.” He gestured for him to return to being a silent guard. To Kyria he said, “Do you see what I mean by the power I can teach you. Just by the simple act of eating berries you’ve made a man obsessed with breasts raise his gaze up to look upon your face, to fixate upon your mouth.”

“When you are presented before the Emperor at the end of our voyage you will be prepared and a master of all the various forms pleasure can take. More than that, you will be able to direct those pleasures even when chained and gagged, even when being beated, even when being passed from man to man. Even as a slave, you will be invincible with what I will teach you.”

 

[sallythescorpian]

Kyria sank deep in the perfumed waters of the bath, savouring the renewed feeling of cleanliness, beginning to feel a little more like herself. She was, however, acutely conscious of the many eyes on her, watching her with a lasciviousness that made her nervous and acutely self conscience.

Her senses were drawn to the aromatic smell coming from Lord Dahl's table, and she was reminded that it had been days since she had eaten a decent meal. Her stomach rumbled and her mouth watered, and hope flared as she wondered if she might be offered something similar.

"She looks like.."

The shocked exclamation drew Kyria's attention to Syri, Lord Dahl's servant girl, and she watched with unabashed curiosity, the interplay between servant and master, trying to decipher how it related to her.

"She does have a certain resemblance to your sister."

What was it that made his face seem to suddenly go rigid? What significance could there be in her resemblance to a servant's sister. She was mildly offended by the unspoken implication that she looked like a servant girl!

Silence seemed to signify something, though what that was she did not know, and, after a minute, her interest in the subject waned, and she resumed soaking her body, closing her eyes and relaxing her head on the side of the bath tub. She had lifted one leg, bending it, and laying it against her other, in an attempt to give herself some modesty, and one arm folded across her chest, in an effort to shield her breasts from view.

“Go fetch my shaving kit, and the red chest,”

Her eyes opened as she watched as the little servant girl ran off to do his bidding. She looked up and saw him approach, and instinctively, she sat up, the water cascading off her breasts as she did so.

“You may tell me your name now.”

Her chin rose, as pride in who she was swelled within her.

"My name, Sir, is Princess Kyria de Caladhiel, daughter of the Royal House of Dûrion. I have presented myself in honourable sacrifice to save my people from death and destruction at the hands of your Emperor."

“My name is Lord Asherran Dahl, but you may call me master. Not as slave to owner, but as pupil to teacher.“

Kyria nodded, she had ascertained as much from hearing the Captain and the General address him earlier.

“Do you know for what purpose I have selected you. You are to be the Emperors new love slave. I am to teach you how to be a concubine.”

Pride alone prevented her jaw from dropping. A love slave?? A concubine??? She had thought that she was to be wed to the Emperor, to be one of his lessor wives, yes, but still a member of his royal household. This... This was unexpected, and unwelcome news. She bit back the biting comment that flew to her tongue, it would not serve her well to show her disdain.

“Nevertheless, your current situation requires you to evolve. You can either be taken down below and traded from one crass drunken sailor to the next ...or you can learn all that I have to teach you and never be taken without your consent again.... no one else would dare force themselves on the Emperor’s property."

The Emperor's property? So that was to be the horrid choice facing her. Whore to the sailors, or property of the Emperor. Both were distasteful to her, but she chose, as he knew she must, the lessor of two evils. He continued:-

"There are ways to control and even derive pleasure from even the most aggressive and brutish of lovers. That is what I will teach you.”

She very much doubted that, but again, she kept her own counsel on the matter.

Suddenly Dahl turned to one of the ogling soldiers.

“You, what is your name, soldier?”

“Marrab, my lord.”

She sucked in a breath, as Dahl suddenly gestured to her. Surely he was not about to set the soldier on her?? Fear paralysed her, as time stretched impossibly.

“What color, without looking, is this slave’s eyes.”

“You don’t know, Marrab, do you? You don’t know because you are a man obsessed with women’s breasts, aren’t you. The whole time she was bathing you were watching her breasts.”

She relaxed marginally. It seemed he did not intend to brutalise her.... just yet.

“Forgive me my lord…”

“There is nothing to forgive, all men are subject to their lusts, and her breasts are indeed exquisite.”

She felt a heated blush creap up her chest and neck, turning her face a crimson colour. They discussed her as though she was not there, as though she could not hear his appraisal of her womanly charms! She sank deeper into the water, seeking whatever illusion of modesty it could give her.

“You must be hungry my dear, you may have the berries from my breakfast with the provision that you eat it slowly and savor the taste.“

Again she bristled. Hungry as she was, she was not about to dive head first into the dish!! She was a princess, used to the best, and her innate sense of decorum would have her eat with exquisite manners, or not at all.

He held the bowl out for her to pick a berry between fingers and bring it up to her mouth.

“Slowly, Little bites, take your time, let the juice run over your tongue and savor the taste of each one. When you swallow lift your chin slightly and make small swallows so the lines of your neck is accentuated with each swallow.”

The sweetness of the fruit was divine, and she savoured it, forgetting for a moment her irritation with Lord Dahl's high handed ways, and concentrating instead on the delicious flavours, stiflying a little moan of pleasure.

“Aha, Marrab, you are no longer looking at her breasts.”

Her eyes flicked to the soldier, and he was now staring at her mouth, at her neck as she swallowed, at her lips as the moved.

“Do you see what I mean by the power I can teach you. Just by the simple act of eating berries you’ve made a man obsessed with breasts raise his gaze up to look upon your face, to fixate upon your mouth.”

She nodded, not because it was something that she wanted, but because, for now at least, she would engage with him, while she considered her options, limited as they were. To go along with Dahl's plan in the interim would save her from being given to the crew, and allow her to formulate a plan, for she had no intention whatsoever of becoming a loveslave to the emperor, or anyone else for that matter.

“When you are presented before the Emperor at the end of our voyage you will be prepared and a master of all the various forms pleasure can take. More than that, you will be able to direct those pleasures even when chained and gagged, even when being berated, even when being passed from man to man. Even as a slave, you will be invincible with what I will teach you.”

She nodded once, in consent, more than agreement, though she herself had her doubts. She would never derive pleasure from the touch of the man who had been responsible for the death and destruction visited upon her people, a man whose greed, whose lust for power knew no bounds. And as for being chained and gagged, she thought wryly, that might be necessary if she was to 'allow' the Emperor to touch her!!

The water was cooling now, and she had two buckets with which to rinse. They were heavy, a struggle for her, and it crossed her mind to ask Lord Dahl for his assistance.

"Perhaps Sir you might be so good as to pour the clean water over me, before I get out. It is pointless to wallow in the water containing the dust from my forced march."

She stood, the water running quickly off her, glistening beads clinging to her breasts, abdomen and thighs, as she turned expectantly toward Dahl, containing her impatience, and reminding herself that he was not a servant of the Royal house.

"Please..... master!"

It took an effort for her ask nicely, and to bite out the word Master, but she would do well to get him on her side, to cleave to him, as she awaited the appropriate opportunity.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Asherran Dahl

"Perhaps Sir you might be so good as to pour the clean water over me, before I get out. It is pointless to wallow in the water containing the dust from my forced march." She rose up the droplets of water tracing over her sumptous curves. Her words paused and then she added as if by only the merest contrition, "Please..... master!"

He shook his head. "Our business for this bath is only half done, Kiria de Caladhiel, daughter of the house of Durion." Asherran looked over to Syri hauling the heavy red chest with his shaving kit and bowl and brush atop it. She placed them beside the chair. "Remain in the water for a few more moments."

He walked over to Syri and the chest and shaving kit expecting her compliance knowing that if she disobeyed the guards like Marab would force her to comply.

"Master," Syri asked looking at the way the gaurds and sailors cast hungry glances at Kiria, "Perhaps you should take her down to the cabin and conduct her first lessons there away from..."

He shook his head taking up the bowl and brush and opening the wooden box containing his shaving implements such as his silver razors and a vial of white powder. "This one is proud and unaware, naieve even. Uncertain of how to react to those lecherous stares." He took the bowl over to one of the buckets of water and dipped it within so it was a third full. He casually walked back and took a spoonful of the powder into the bowl of water. Then the brush swishing inside made the water and powder form a white frothy foam. "She must learn to be unaffected by the hungry eyes of others. He glanced over to Kiria. "And that requires being on display for the moment."

He stepped forth Syri carying the shaving kit behind him. "The Emperor, may he live a hundred years, dislikes pubic hair on his concubines." He knelt down on one knee looking up at her eyes. "Sit on the edge of the tub and raise one leg and place it on the opposite edge so your thighs are parted for me, Kiria. If you do not do so willingly I will have Marrab and the other gaurds force you to do so."

 

[sallythescorpian]

"Our business for this bath is only half done"

What did he mean by that? Kiria looked around a little worried. What was left to be done, she was spotlessly clean, wasn't she??? Was her bathing regimen so different to that practised by men??

She watched avidly as he went to his servant girl and took the red chest from her, and then watched him fill the dish, and add a powder, and mix it. It was part of the apparatus that men used to remove the hair from their faces! She had never seen one, as the males of her people did not grow facial hair.

Lord Dahl had moved close to her again, continuing his hushed conversation with his servant, before moving back to the chest. She watched the strange ritual as he worked the brush in the bowl to make a lather, and opening a very dangerous and sharp looking blade.

"The Emperor, may he live a hundred years, dislikes pubic hair on his concubines."

She sucked in a breath. Surely he didn't mean to shave her..... her.... the hair shielding her sex???? It struck her as obscene!!

"Sit on the edge of the tub and raise one leg and place it on the opposite edge so your thighs are parted for me, Kiria. If you do not do so willingly I will have Marrab and the other guards force you to do so."

She had been on the brink of bolting, but where could she go, and she knew that within the confines of the ship, she would be quickly recaptured, and held down, and while she really did not want to comply, the alternative was worse, so after a minutes consideration, she slowly complied, blushing at displaying herself so, and knowing that she was about to be showing a whole lot more detail.

She had to remind herself that she was doing this for her people, to save them from tyranny. She was acutely aware of the sudden hush that had come over those on board, and she seemed to be the sole focus of male attention, unwanted as it was.

She had to consciously slow her heart beat, but nothing could cool her heated blush, that had turned her pale flesh crimson. She hated Lord Dahl, and the others knowing that she was ashamed, but she could not be blase about so intimate an act.

She really wanted to look down and watch what he was doing, but that seemed to make it worse, so instead she kept her eyes glued on the man kneeling before her, and hoped this would end soon.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Asherran Dahl

"Sit on the edge of the tub and raise one leg and place it on the opposite edge so your thighs are parted for me, Kiria." For a moment Asherran thought she would jump out of the tub and try some foolish escape attempt. "If you do not do so willingly I will have Marrab and the other guards force you to do so."

Slowly, not realizing how her hesitant actions drew the eyes of the men surrounding her Kiria did as he bade her round smooth buttocks settling on the edge of the brass and wooden tub leaving just enough over to accentuate their shape to the men behind her. To help balance herself she had to place hands on the tub on either side of her raising her breasts to the ardent gaze of Marab. When she slowly lifted her leg, there was absolute silence as several of the men strained to soo as the fine definition of her thigh stretched open revealing the target of Marab's scrutiny. Her foot rested on the far edge, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she did so.

He began using the brush to apply the shaving cream to her pubic hair. "Syri, please give Marab the red chest so you may dry and comb Kiria's hair." He finished carpeting the pubic mound with the sweet smelling foam and placed the bowl down. "Marab that chest contains property of the Emperor himself, may he reign forever. Guard it with your life."

They voiced their acknowledgements and Syri place the short chair behind Kiria with a towel and comb.

"Kiria," He said to get her attention. He raised the razor blade up where she would be certain to see it. He folded it open and the morning sunlight shone off the cold metal. "This an object to be feared, Kiria, an object to be repulsed from, but what if told you this sharp little razorblade can bring you pleasure instead of pain." He placed the flat of the blade edge up onto the flesh of her inner thigh and dragged the cold metal towards her cream covered snatch. The passage of the blade left a trail of goosebumps rising on her flawless skin. Asherran blew across it and relished how it made her shiver.

Syri had begun forcing her head back as she dried it with the towel and ran the teeth of the comb through her hair to straighten it into long luxurious silken tresses.

He began his own task bringing the edge of the blade down over her pubic mound scraping free the soft forest of hairs there, expecting her to jump at the contact, and prepared for when she did so as not to cut her and besmirch such a beatiful treasure he was exposing for the world to see.

The goosebumps had began to recede so after swishing the blade in the tub water he ran the flat of the blade along her inner thigh again and blowing across the trail of wet skin to make them return to prominence on her skin again.

He then finished the rest of her mound leaving the area around her pussy lips untouched. Swishing it in the water again he told her, "Lean back now, Kiria. Do not worry, Syri will support you so you shall not fall off."

 

[sallythescorpian]

Kyria sat on the edge of her tub, as Lord Dahl had instructed her, her leg splayed on the edge. Despite the lascivious gazes of the sailors, she kept her head high, refusing to allow them to make her fell humiliated.... or rather, she refused to allow them the satisfaction of knowing they had humiliated her. She was spread in a somewhat lewd manner, and she could not believe what Lord Dahl was about to do to her.

It was the way of her people to retain their pubic hair, and she was a little shocked, horrified, that he intended to remove it. Was the emperor a deviant? Did he prefer his females younger than she?? Was this a way of presenting her as such?? She bit her lip, holding the questions that threatened to spill, and trying to contain her revulsion.

He need not have warned her so, she was well aware that aboard this ship she could comply willingly, or them men would quickly overpower and force her, and it was in no way lost on her the look of disappointment on some of them, when she complied. No doubt chasing her down would have afforded the opportunity to grope her, and the knowledge that she had denied them that pleasure, pleased her.

"This an object to be feared, Kiria, an object to be repulsed from, but what if told you this sharp little razorblade can bring you pleasure instead of pain."

Kyria looked on with her heart beating hard, as he ran the sharp blade across her flesh. His gentle breath surprised her, and it did indeed feel ..... stimulating.

Syri was towelling her hair dry, and working out the snarls with a comb, and Kyria was grateful for the distraction, as Lord Dahl had just finished covering her mound with a froth, and was scraping the blade across her tender flesh.

She kept her eyes closed, feeling shamed by his actions, but also feeling something else, something she did not understand, a strange quivering deep within her womanly folds.

"Lean back now, Kiria. Do not worry, Syri will support you so you shall not fall off."

She leaned back, his servant girl supporting her, and Kyria looked up into her face, and found that she could draw strength from the girl. She was far too young to have experienced any of what Kyria was going through, and yet, Kyria sensed an empathy in her, that was unexpected in one of her years. Perhaps she too had been plucked from her family, perhaps she too had known the pain of parting forever from her nearest and dearest.

She felt the foam lather being applied again, this time lower, and he held each of the lips that shielded her femininity, in his fingers, as he worked the blade over her quivering flesh. Her legs were pushed further and further apart, to allow access as he denuded her flesh, as she lay sprawled over the top of the bath.

She knew they were watching, craning in order to get a better look, and the knowledge heated her cheeks, and she wondered if this ordeal would ever cease, and then, as she squeezed her eyes shut, wishing herself anywhere but here, she felt a little squeeze on her shoulder, and opening her eyes, she looked into Syri's smiling face.

"It is done!"

She stood once more in the bath, and the clear, clean, fresh water was poured over her, rinsing her hair, and clensing her body. Syri handed her a towel, and she climbed from the tub, and dried herself, as the young servant girl used another towel, and dried her hair, combing it out easily now that she had done so much preparation earlier.

Kyria's hair fell down her back, skimming her buttocks, and shone like silk in the sunlight.

She gasped when Syri began to apply cream, a moisturiser, to her flesh, holding out another to Kyria, indicating that she should apply this to her recently shaved flesh, in order to slow the regrowth of hair. Kyria smiled at her, grateful for the courtesy in being allowed to do something so personal, by herself.

Her eyes met Lord Dahl's, and she raised her chin a notch, her demeanour reflecting the chill of her voice.

"Am I suitable for your glorious Emperor now, my Lord?"

 

[Veroe]

IC: Asherran Dahl

Kyria's eyes met his with wounded pride. "Am I suitable for your glorious Emperor now, my Lord?"

He looked her over the now shaven mound bare pale and enticing. He nodded taking her statement literally rather than as the challenge she intended it. "Yes, I think the Emperor, may he reign forever, will find you the epitome of perfection and beauty."

He stepped closer to her taking her chin in his hands and gazing deep into her eyes. "Never show your disfavor so openly and certainly never to your master, Kyria." He told her the reminder of the fatal error Annemoria made in the Imperial court giving a little too much emotion behind his words, "You will need to learn to be cunning a veiled tiger beautiful but with sharp teeth and claws and a deadly intelligence to know when and how to use them. I will teach you."

He glanced over to Syri and removed the golden key from around his neck and handed it to her. "Open the chest. It is time we show her the Emperor's gifts to her."

Marrab placed the chest on the floor before him as Syri approached he stepped back to give her room and kept his eyes scanning to make certain no one even thought of stealing the Emperor's property. Syri knelt down on one knee placing the key into the lock and turning it. She lifted up the lid.

Inside was red sheer silk with gold thread woven inside. She held it revealing it to be a pair of pants. He let Kyria run her hands over the luxurious fabric before putting it on her. It hung low on her hips and was cut so that it could be removed with the slightest effort. It also hid absolutely nothing for the imagination of anyone who saw her. Next was a matching top that amounted to a narrow strip of the same fabric as the pants and fastened together over her breasts with a jeweled clasp. Then came the jewelry: Gold armlets of serpents with diamond eyes and ruby tongue, bracelets that fit snug on her wrists and ankles with a curled tail, beaded and jeweled webworks that connected to the bracelets that hung over the back of her hands and the top of her feet looping under the middle finger and toe to stay on. Then a tiara with more beaded and jeweled chain that glittered in the morning sun on the top of her head. Some long strings of the beads that wrapped around her waist and clasped to gether on a large heavy peice that hung down over her shaven mound-the only modesty the outfit would grant her. Finally cam a golden, jeweled choker with strings of beads and jewels in another webworked design. that Asherran connected with the clasp of the garment covering her breasts.

He stepped back looking her up and down, "You wear them well, Kyria."

 

[sallythescorpian]

Kyria stood, naked, and defiant of the lustful eyes that surveyed her body. Her sarcastic remark about the Emperor had fallen short of its target, and Dahl had chosen to interpret it as a literal and genuine question, rather than the cutting, bitter remark she intended.

Still, she took on board, his remark about showing her disfavour so openly, it would do her no good, and nor would it benefit her people. She was raised in a royal household, and she knew her duty, she would face it with her pride intact. Sarcasm was beneath her, and she would do well to keep her own counsel on such matters.

The little maid opened the chest, and withdrew both jewelled metals, and flimsy, fine fabric, which she was subsequently helped into. The fabric was like a whisper on the breeze on her skin, but it was so sheer that it served only to accentuate her state of undress.

The jewellery too, was the accoutrement of slavery. The bangles worn high on the arm, the rings to her fingers and toes, the belt, which gave her the only nod at modesty of the entire outfit.

She heard the sharp inhalations of the sailors, and uncouth as they were, she recognised it as a crude compliment on her appearance.

Still, nakedness didn't bother her. For her people it did not garner the same interest it did amongst mankind, so her display didn't humiliate her as it might have another.

The collar, however, was a different matter. She felt its symbolism more than anything else, and she hated it, feeling as though it was too tight, although she knew it was not, it was the fact that she was now a collared slave, and no matter how ornate the collar, it was a symbol of her ownership, the fact that she belonged to another, was no longer her own person.

When she was fully dressed, or rather when she was turned out as a slave, a pleasure slave, she raised her eyes and looked directly at Lord Dahl.

"Well, my Lord, shall I suffice, do you think?"

She managed to keep her tone neutral, betraying none of the bitterness she felt. She was saving her people, a heroine, she needed to remember that, and act with the pride the honour of self sacrifice bestowed on her.

"You wear them well, Kyria."

"Thank you Lord Dahl"

She stared at him for a moment, before looking down. She would need to tackle her pride, to internalise it, rather than being outwardly proud, or arrogant, afraid that her pride might lead her to be lured into situations which would put her people at risk. She needed to forget that she was a royal princess of her people, that was in the past. Now she was a peace offering.

She looked over to Syri, and felt that the girl empathised with her, appreciating the difficult situation that Kyria found herself in. She dismissed it, why would the girl, an obviously loyal servant to Lord Dahl feel any sympathy toward Kyria? She wouldn't and it must simply be Kyria misreading the look and the expression on the young servant's face. But try as she might, she could not shake that expression from her recollection, and she knew it would haunt her dreams. Determined to snap herself out of it, and back to reality, she looked back to Dahl.

"You will have much you wish to teach me, and I am eager to learn, when can we begin, Lord Dahl?"

 

[Veroe]

IC: Asherran Dahl

"You will have much you wish to teach me, and I am eager to learn, when can we begin, Lord Dahl?"

Dahl nodded as she accepted her fate. He walked over to Marrab and closed and locked the red chest again. To Kyria he said, "We must begin immediately. To properly train a loveslave for the Imperial harem I would normally take a year or more. You have just under three months. I will have to push you, Kyria, hard in order to get you ready not just to be a whore, but one capable of surviving the dangers being the Emperor's favorite concubine will bring upon you."

He looked at Marrab, "Tell the General, that I will give you the honor of gaurding the Emperor's property." He pointed to Kyria, "Absolutely no one may besides myself may accost her during the voyage."

Marrab placed a closed fist over his heart and bowed his head, "Upon my honor, my lord."

Asherran nodded to him glancing at the other gaurds, their eyes locked on the scintilating sight of Kyria in her new clothes, "We will continue in my cabin," He announced, "Marrab carry the chest below for us. Syri escort Kyria." His assistant took the new slave by the hand and he led the way down to his cabin within the innards of the great seaship.

It was a small room by the standards he was used to, with his many chests and boxes of equpment making it appear positively cramped, though there was still plenty of room even with all the luggage, the grand oak bed, the washstand, and the small table with two stools. On the far wall was windows shuttered closed. It tipped and swayed as the waves of the bay rocked the great ship. "Marrab stand at the door, and let no one interrupt us."

"Syri, open the shutters and let some air in," He told her noting how stuffy it had gotten. She did one after another having to climb onto the bed to open the two blocked by it. A cool sea breeze wafted in as he set a plate of cheese and a bowl of berries onto the small table.

He gestured to one of the stools for Kyria. "Sit." He opened a chest and pulled a wine bottle from it. "Normally I would try to coerce you or seduce you, according to the method you best respond to, but as I mentioned. Neither of us have the time to waste upon such a duel." He pulled a brass goblet from the same chest. "There is a great fish that swims the oceans called a shark, noted for its cruel and ravenous hunger. It devours smaller weaker fish with callous disregard. Well, Kyria, when you arrive at the Imperial court you will be swimming in such shark infested waters."

"Please, eat, Kyria, you will need your strength for what you will have to endure." He sat across from her at the table. "You will be surrounded by enemies, and without a means of defense other than these lessons."

He poured her the goblet and placed it on the table. "As the Emperor's favored concubine, as my reputation will automatically place you as, You will not only be made to serve him with your body. Custom will demand he offer you to those courtiers he favors." Asherran's hand grabbed hers when she reached for the goblet. "Do not be decieved there will be times when he rewards allies with a night with you, but he will also give you to enemies so you can either occupy them or keep an eye on them."

"Do not fear I will teach you how to use sex as both a sword and a shield to accomplish these tasks." He let go of her hand. "You will need it. For your enemies are spoiled and depraved beyond your ability to imagine."

He lifted the goblet before her. "Some will try to suborn you, either through seduction or blackmail into becoming their agent against the Emperor and others will try to break you, to force you to disgrace the Emperor and as your trainer, me." He placed the goblet directly in front of her. "In either case this will be the first enemy you must overcome."

"Smell it and remember that scent. You'll find it will have a sweeter bouquet than other wines," He told her, "It is called Andrassanna's Ambrosia, or more simply just Ambrosia. It's named after a myth about our goddess of love and passion. It's rare, grown only in a remote valley surrounded by the mountains in the northern half of my homeland. It's an aphrodisiac. Do you know what that means?"

"It is a drug, that will make you desire sexual congress beyond reason and more. It will turn even the most excruciating pain they put you under into orgiastic pleasure." He nodded for her to take it. "It has also been known with regular dosing to make the woman who drinks it to be addicted to it. They will offer it to you, and by the customs of being the Emperor's hospitality to them you will not be able to refuse the trap of the Ambrosia."

"When it takes hold the scant clothing you wear will seem heavy, tight, restricting to you. You skin will flush and you will feel hot even when the clothes are gone. Your heart will beat faster and faster to pounding in your ears. The gentle breeze from the windows will be like a lover's tongue upon your skin. Your womanhood will be flowing and ache for how empty it is. And worst of all you'll find it difficult to concentrate on anything for long."

"This is not some scheme for me to take advantage of you. If I wanted that I'd just have Marrab hold you down to the bed though I don't doubt that by the end of the hour as you are under the ordeal of the Ambrosia you will be begging me to do just that. This is a chance for you to gain some experience of something unavoidable for you that will compromise your senses with the closest thing you will have to an ally. He tapped his chest as he finished.

"So summon your courage and take it, Kyria and make careful note of its effects upon your body and your mind."

 

[sallythescorpian]

The gentle breeze from the open windows was pleasant, and disturbed the stagnant air in the confines of the cabin. She loved the outdoors, the wind in her face, the freedom it implied. That was something precious, and something that was lost to her, at least until she could escape. Until then she had to be compliant, it was her only chance.

Sitting on the stool, with Lord Dahl opposite her, she eyed the Ambrosia in the glass before her. following his instructions, she lifted it to her nose, and smelled it, noting the underlying sweetness. He need not have warned her of the effects it would bring in her body, he could simply have waited for her to drink it, and laughed as she experienced it.

He appeared to be a man of honor, and she wondered at times at the emotion that lay beneath the surface of his words, and at ridiculous as it seemed, she felt she had to trust him.... at least for now. If he was to be believed the court of the Emperor was a most dangerous place, something with which she was not unfamiliar, however, this was a foreign court, and she an outsider, and she believed what he said about treachery.

She had no other option anyway, and she determined to engage with him in full, to learn what he sought to teach her.

She sipped the Ambrosia, and its taste was the sweetest, most delicious nectar she had ever tired. Immediately, she felt her pulse quicken, her body throb, and an ache between her thighs, something she was unfamiliar with. Her nipples tightened, and she lifted her hand, and pinched them, needing to, unable to prevent herself from doing so.

Her eyes flew to his, and she recognised the potency of the Ambrosia.

"OOOOoooh.... I ..... I feel so...... I ... I need..."

She trailed off, and pressed her thighs together, seeking to ease the throbbing ache that was developing there. Her body undulated, as a need she didn't understand pulsated through her.

She looked at the glass, she had had little more than a sip, and already she was desperate. How would she ever manage if this drink was offered her, and she was unable to avoid drinking it. They would turn her into a whore, the word Dahl had used that had offended her so. It would apply to her in truth.

Her hand slid down her body, and cupped her recently denuded mound, astounded at the new sensitivity, and she moaned. The heat he had spoken of rushed through her, and she clambered across the bed, seeking the cool air from the window. She moaned as the breeze caressed every part of her hyper sensitive skin, like a lovers touch.

Her eyes flew to his, horrified as she realised what a powerful tool the Ambrosia really was.

"Whats happening to me? Help me, help me please!!!!"

 

[Veroe]

IC: Asherran Dahl

He watched her climb atop the bed. Asherran was surprised by how quickly the Ambrosia had taken effect in Kyria. Normally it took a moment or two to do so, and an entire gobletful of it. The only explanation was that since she was not human the effect of Andrassanna's Ambrosia was slightly different.

"Whats happening to me? Help me, help me please!!!!"

He rose up and crossed over to stand above her. "Kyria," He asked, "Pay attention to the sound of my voice. Your mind is being placed under seige by the sensations you are feeling. It can be maddening like you are lost in a dark forest unable to find the path leading into the light." He sat beside her on the bed and tookher chin in hand even knowing the sensation of his fingers on her skin would make her mind reel. He held her there for a moment before telling her, "Look at me. I like you have sampled the Ambrosia before, many times, the higher classes do so for entertainment. So believe me when I tell you I know well what you are experiencing and how to lessen the torment."

"There is a place in the center of the forest. A single hill shaded by an ancient tree high up so you will be able to observe the entirety of the forest," He continued motioning Syri closer, " Find that hill, Kyria. From there you'll be unable to act wholly without the Ambrosia's influence, but you'll be able to observe the goings on free of the madness."

He began to remove the scant sheer silk clothing she wore knowing the sensations of his fingers and the feel of the silk sliding over her skin would be tortuous to her in this state. First the band of silk over her breast, then the pants peice by peice handing each to Syri. He left the jewelry knowing they would feel unbearably heavy upon her skin, but also needing her to be able to stay on that hilltop even through the nagging constant sensations magnified by the love goddesses Ambrosia.

"The sky above is dark and stormy, Kyria. There is a clap of thunder and lightning deafening you with each word I say to you no matter how softly I say them." He took one finger and ran its tip along the outside of her ear, from its point all the way to her lobe agonizingly slowly for her. "The Wind of the storm will buffet you. Try to blow you off the hilltop with every caress of your besieged body. You must struggle to keep from rolling down the hilltop with each gust as it hits you, and clamor back up under the shelter of that ancient tree before the next."

They spent the next half-hour with Ascherran running his fingers over her arms and legs so she could practice and gain experience staying atop that single hill. He kept his eyes locked with hers between each caress giving her plenty of time to recover between.

It was working. Kyria, was beginning to catch on grow more and more adept at battling the gusts of wind each. A brave warrior, his virgin pupil. He kept his thoughts away from such protectiveness. That had been his fatal mistake with Anemoria. He could not-would not-make that mistake again. He was determined never to feel that kind of heartache again.

He ran his finger down the center of her body from the neck all the way to her denuded Andrassanna's mound, but he lifted it away before getting too close to the swollen weeping and fragrant opening of her womanhood. "There are places upon the bodies of both men and women that cause the arousal to increase even upon those that have never drank the love goddess's Ambrosia. We call them the temples of Andrassanna. You will come to be a familliar worshipper at each of these temples, Kyria."

He placed his fingers upon the underside of her breasts and began to run a finger up to the tightly puckered tip of her nipple. "On women these are called the twin temple mounts of Andrassanna, Desutraha on the right, and Senutraha here on the left." His fingers circled around each of her nipples closing in on it. "Under the effects of the Love Goddess's Ambrosia the usual sensations which would normally arrousing are magnified a hundred fold." He took each between forefingers and thumbs rolling her nipples between. "It has been known to cause some who've drank the Ambrosia to orgasm repeatedly and powerfully with just the faintest of touches upon these temples of Andrassanna. Causing an even stronger gale of wind that if you are not prepared will blow you off the hilltop to crash deep within the forest where you may never find the hill again."

For another half-hour he caressed her breasts and waiting for Kyria to find and climb back to the top of the hill. Then he would continue the onslaught of sensations upon her.

 

[sallythescorpian]

His voice pierced through the madness, and she managed to follow it, to take his direction until she was able to centre herself, to follow his instruction, and get to the metaphorical hill to which he referred, from whence she could get at least a slippery grip on her passions.

It was hard, it was unlike anything that she had every experienced, and it scared her no end. It wasn't something that she could fight, at least not in the traditional way of her people, with a quiver of arrows, and a sure aim. She was like a sale buffeted by the wind, at the mercy of the elements.

Still, by the end of half an hour, she had learned that while she could not contain, or control the effects of the drug, she could at least find a way that she could endure it, without losing her mind completely.

He carressed her, the sensation, at once unendurable and soothing. Her skin was so sensitive, that it was almost painful to be touched, but despite that, his touch gave her a point of reference, and a focal point for her attention.

"On women these are called the twin temple mounts of Andrassanna...

His hand was caressing her breasts, telling her the names his people had for her breasts.

She moaned as sensations made her nipples tighten to the point of pain, a deep, answering tug deep within her womb.

"It has been known to cause some who've drank the Ambrosia to orgasm repeatedly and powerfully with just the faintest of touches upon these temples of Andrassanna. Causing an even stronger gale of wind that if you are not prepared will blow you off the hilltop to crash deep within the forest where you may never find the hill again."

"Ohhh"

That was happening to her, her body tightened, and waves of sensation went pulsating through her, and she threw back her head, crying out, arching her back as she came hard. Her scream carried out the open window, echoing over the waves. But there was no relief from her climax, rather, her sensitivity seemed to worsen, and she wondered if she would ultimately lose her mind.

Her body was so sensitive, and the ache between her thighs increased as she lost her grip on reality, losing the hill above the forest to which he referred. Placing her feet flat on the bed, she arched her back, lifting her hips completely off the bed, and she cried out in desperation, almost in pain, as she begged him to help her.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Asherran Dahl

"Ohhh," Kiria said verging into a an incomprehensible moan. Her mouth opened in a wide 'O'. Her feet planted onto the silk sheets. Her muscles tightened making her back arch up and she had her first orgasm under the influence of Andrassanna's Ambrosia.

The priestess that had mentored him in the ways of being a trainer of loveslaves had described it as a single moment of pure communion face to face with the goddess of pleasure herself. Asherran knew from his own experiences under the Ambrosia how sublime it could be and how addictive it could be as well.

Kiria arched her quivering sex at him insctinctively begging for him to fulfill the aching emptiness at her core. But there was no focus in her eyes. She was lost. Find the hill again, Kiria, struggle, fight it." Asherran waited a moment before he thought she had regained some portion of her mind.

"We aren't done yet, Kiria." He pinched the outside of her thigh, "Notice how the pain instantly becomes pleasure. When you will be offered the Ambrosia at court it will be usually in order to hurt you." He then reached up took a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it. "Tomorrow we will be able to go into more study at the the things you experienced today." He cruelly twisted and pulled the pinched nipple ripping another orgasm from her as the sensations of pain/pleasure stampeded over her.

After another pause to let her regain herself Asherran nodded to Siri as she brought over a black wooden box and a heavy clay jar from the red chest. He opened the black box pulling out an ivory phallus beautifully carved to lifelike appearance and decorated with inlaid gold filligre.

"This," He said as he presented it to Kiria, "Is a duplicate to the Emperor's manhood. You will find the gods have blessed him with a member with an impressive length, and a decent girth. Such a penis will be easy for you to pleasure, Kiria."

He opened the jar to reveal a clear cream as its contents. To make it easier for you to accept it I will make certain it is well lubricated for you." Once that task was finished he brought it down to the already wet and swollen lips of her sex, the gates to Andrassanna's innermost sanctum. He pushed just the tip within and encountered the resistance of her hymen.

He looked into her clouded and wide eyes. "This will hurt, Kiria. It will hurt a good deal but atleast under the influence of the Ambrosia it will also carry pleasure along with it." With that he pushed the phallus forward peircing through the barrier of her innocence.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Kyria screamed as the ivory phallus pierced her maidenhead, ripping her innocence from her forever. The pain quickly faded and was replaced by an intense pleasure, and she felt ripples of sensation pulse through her, originating from deep within her.

She moaned, crying out in her pleasure, as she writhed, unconsciously rocking herself on the replica of the Emperor's cock. She didn't want to, but she was helpless to stop herself, a victim of her own pleasure. She quivered and she came hard, finding herself swamped by the sensations, drowning in them.

She looked for Lord Dahl, but was unable to focus on his face, panic flared, as she felt herself losing control, subsumed by the sensations her body was experiencing. Finally, she recalled his instruction about finding the hill, of finding something she could cling to for control, and, after what seemed like an inordinately long time, she managed to find the hill to which he referred, and she anchored herself there, feeling that at last, she had at least a partial control of her body.

She looked at him, and managed to focus on his eyes, staring deep into his soul, as she rocked her highly sensitised body on the emperor's replica cock, and tried to focus on the lesson.

Struggling to control the effects of the ambrosia was difficult, draining, but she was grateful to him for teaching her how to maintain even a modicum of control, knowing that had she experienced this for the first time in the court of the Emperor, she would have lost her mind. That was the first crack in her defenses, as she realised that Lord Asherran Dahl was not the enemy, but the only friend she had.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Asherran Dahl

When she looked up at him her eyes clear and focused and peircing into his Asherran knew she had indeed learned the lesson of the ambrosia. His student, so very very brave, his new girl so much like his last one. The one he had allowed to steal his heart.

Having to deliver Anemoria to the Imperial harem never to see her again had shredded his heart into a thousand bloody peices, but it still beat on proud in the skill and beauty of his finest pupil until he had heard of her murder the final pieces of his heart had died with her. So now he was a walking corpse, a dead man, unfeeling, numb from everything, except perhaps a paternal feeling towards Syri.

However peering into those clear focused and trusting eyes of Kiria's stirred feelings Asherran was hardly prepared for. No, he couldn't allow himself to make the same mistake with Kiria he had made with Anemoria. He couldn't bear to feel that kind of pain again.

"Kiria," He told her softly, "The Ambrosia will continue to affect you for some time. I want you to know that I will remain with you for that time, and that I will serve your excruciating needs." He pushed the phallus deeper within her but slowly tenderly and a slow withdrawal followed by a push back in.

"But you have learned the objective of this lesson," He bent down and kissed her on the forehead, "For now, Kiria, just observe and enjoy the experience." And so for the next hour he proceded to wring orgasm after orgasm until she finally passed out from the pleasure.

Once done he folded the blanket over her and let her sleep through the day and the night until the morning of the next day.

He awoke her with a shake on her shoulder. "Arise, Kiria, and look out the window." Through it one could see the rising light of dawn over the waves and in the distance the continent recently conquered by the Vaelkorran Empire was receding. "I thought you'd like to see your homeland one last time for you most likely will never see it again."

 

[sallythescorpian]

She had slept soundly, but her mind had been engaged with the most erotic dreams, and she awoke feeling the effects. She rubbed her eyes, wondering just how long she had slept for. She blushed, as she recalled how her body had reacted to the continuous stimulation, erupting over and over as her body detached itself from her mind, and followed pleasure.

there was only one thing that spoiled it for her though, and that was that the cock that had pleasured her so incessantly was inanimate, intricately carved from ivory. She had tossed and turned in her sleep, replaying each and every pleasure, only in her dream, the cock that drove her to exhaustion was hot and pulsing, and attached to none other than Lord Ascherran Dahl. She blushed, and looked away, eager to cleanse her thoughts. His voice called to her again, and she sat up, swinging her feet over the side of the bed.

"I thought you'd like to see your homeland one last time for you most likely will never see it again."

She jumped from the bed, and pressed her hands and face against the window, all thoughts of sexual fulfillment fleeing - for now, at least. Silently, she stood watching, and watching, unmoving, as her homeland slid slowly over the horizon. Even as it disappeared, and a fat, hot tear formed and burst out, over her eye lid, trickling down her face, she remained, immobile, unable to tear herself away from the point where she watched her homeland, the land of her birth, of her proud, defiant and now broken people, and she wept for them.

He remained with her, though, she could feel his presence, and oddly felt a degree of comfort. He was her lifeline now, the one on whom she depended. For everything. He was the one who would teach her about the court, and about treachery, something she imagined was rampant in the court of the mighty emperor.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Ascherran Dahl

"I thought you'd like to see your homeland one last time for you most likely will never see it again."

After Ascherran had Marab bring the tub and filled it with hot water. He allowed Kiria some time alone to bathe. Siri was there aiding her, particularly since her sex would be quite sore after the use it was unused to recieving that it got the previous day.

Meanwhile Asherran attended to speaking with General Varha about making Marab Kiria's permanent gaurd for the duration of the voyage. He then went down to the galley and oversaw the preparation of their breakfast. He didn't think the ship's cook had been suborned by their enemies but considering his last pupil, Anemoria, had been poisoned, he was not taking any chances on the food Kiria would be eating.

He returned to find that Siri had dried and clothed Kiria in a sheer blue caftan belted with a jeweled belt of gold medallions just below her bust. The caftan covered her from neck to ankle but was split all the way up on either side so it revealed a creamy curve of the outside of her breasts in profile and fluttered and teased with glimpses of her sex and ass with every step she would make. The belt lifted and propped Kiria's breasts up offering them up to be noticed.

He nodded in appreciation to Siri's choice. She would be a natural when she was old enough to learn his craft as his apprentice.

Marab apparently was showing his appreciation as well, staring openly, mouth agape. A noticeable tent in his pants was showing. Asherran gave him a bowl of food and told him to stand by the door and be watchful.

"Marab will serve as your gaurd for the duration of the voyage," He told her setting her bowl of breakfast down on the small table with a small glass of wine, "When you arrive at the Imperial harem you will be given a permanent guard whose dedication to your safety will be beyond reproach." He didn't tell her that Anemoria's guard's body had been found the night she had died with forty-two stab wounds, a trail of blood leading from the Harem's physicians quarters and the vial of an antidote for the poison that had killed her clutched tightly in his hands. He had died trying to save Anemoria to his final moments.

"I may allow you to use him as an object to practice your lessons at seduction upon later today." There was a crash as Marab coughed dropping the bowl onto the floor.

"Forgive me my lord." He croaked face red with embarassment. He bent down to pick up the chipped porcelain bowl.

He nodded they talked amicably of her homeland then as they ate their breakfast. When that was done Ascherran taught her to read and write in the Vaelkorran alphabet, how to do sums. There were lessons in philosophy, Imperial history and Vaelkorran mythology. They ate their midday meal and he allowed Kiria some alone time with only Siri to talk to.

When he returned that afternoon he first showed Kiria how to walk making tiny steps in the caftan to reveal little or nothing at all. Next came the promised lessons in seduction using poor blushing Marab as the object to seduce.

He showed her how to take broader steps and sway her hips to draw Marab's eye as if they were chained to whichever part of her body she wished him to pay attention to. When they had moved on to the motions to emphasize kiria's breasts poor Marab had befallen into a red faced gawking fool.

He had Marab stand guard on the other side of their door for the next lesson. Siri handed him the case containing the ivory phallus and another ceramic jar. "Before we begin tell me, Kiria what of the sensations and impressions do you recall from when this..." He held up the phallus for her to see, "...Penetrated your sex and took your virginity yesterday?"

 

[sallythescorpian]

Kyria remained mostly silent in her bath that morning, soaking away her aches and pains. Her sex was very tender, but the salts that Siri added aided her recovery, and by the time she climbed out, Kyria was feeling much less raw.

Lord Dahl was gone for the early part of the morning, but later, he returned, and spent hours teaching her his alphabet, mathematics, and teaching her the customs and practices of the Royal court, as well as some mythology. It was heavy going, but he broke it up into manageable segments, not lingering for too long on any one subject.

Later she had a break, and played cards with Siri, while they chatted about inconsequential matters, and exchanged little anecdotes about their families. Kyria found that she liked the girl, and found her a useful font of information. She trusted her, and understood that while she was absolutely loyal to Dahl, she could still be a friend to her too. When Siri spoke of Lord Dahl, she did so with a fondness that spoke of more than a simple Master and Servant relationship. She didn't go into details, and Kyria knew it was nothing sexual in nature, given Siri's age, so she found herself wondering if perhaps the girl was his ward. She would ask him, if she was unable to figure it out, but for now, the puzzle intrigued her.

When Lord Dahl returned, he told her that Marab would be her guard for the remainder of the voyage, and not only that, she was to practice her seduction skills on him. She blushed at that, her colour rivaling that of Marab himself.

Kyria blushed as she tried to walk as Dahl showed her, showing glimpses of skin, showing nothing at all, and then swaying her hips, and flashing her legs and glimpses of her sex. She was shown how to press her arms to her sides to maximise the appearance of her breasts, how to tease. It was an area which she would need to work on.

She sighed with relief when Marab was finally sent to the other side of the door, and she sensed that his relief matched her own. But it was short lived. Siri appeared and handed something to Dahl and when Kyria turned to face him fully, she saw he held in his hand the ivory phallus from yesterday. Her face reddened.

"Before we begin tell me, Kiria what of the sensations and impressions do you recall from when this.....penetrated your sex and took your virginity yesterday?"

Her jaw dropped. Did he really expect her answer???? A pregnant silence followed, before Kyria reaslised that he was indeed awaiting a response.

"It.... it hurt initially, but then it fed my desires, making me burn brighter and hotter, making me explode over and over until all my senses left me, until I collapsed exhausted"

She looked up at him, wondering what was to come today. Was she to be penetrated by the cool phallus again today?

"My lord, have I not already learned that lesson??? "

 

[Veroe]

IC: Ascherran Dahl

"Before we begin tell me, Kiria what of the sensations and impressions do you recall from when this penetrated your sex and took your virginity yesterday?"

She looked surprised by his bold question. There was a long pause as she contemplated whether to answer.

"Modesty and propriety will only hold our progress back," Ascherran told her.

"It.... it hurt initially," She finally stated, "But then it fed my desires, making me burn brighter and hotter, making me explode over and over until all my senses left me, until I collapsed exhausted"

He nodded to her well pleased of her analytical ability when she looked up to him. "My lord, have I not already learned that lesson??? "

"Yesterday's lesson, but not today's." He held out the phallus for her. "Take it."

When she did he continued, "Run your fingers over it, Kiria, feel the smooth ivory. The finest sculptor in the Empire carved the veins and ridges in it. As I said last night it is a replica of the Emperor's manhood. An exquisite peice of craftsmanship really." He pointed to a spot on the underside of it just below the head. "These inlaid swirls of gold aren't just ornamentation. They mark the general places in which a man's penis is most sensitive to touch by either your fingers or tongue."

He pulled his hand away. "I will let you keep it and get to know it better while I open this." He lifted the clay jar and removed the top from it. Inside was a thick golden creamy liquid. "This is a mixture of honey and herbs I make myself. It is quite delicious."

He held it out for her. "Care to try it?"

 

[sallythescorpian]

Kyria bit her lip as she watched Lord Dahl handle the ivory phallus. It looked sexy, somehow, although she didn't understand why. Gingerly, she took it from him, noting the golden swirls, and brushing them with her fingers.

The ivory was cool to the touch, but not cold, and she examined the craftsmanship, turning it in her hand. No doubt she would not have the same opportunity to examine a real manhood with such carefree abandon, and she took her time, giving into her newly awakened curiosity in such matters. An exact replica of the Emperor's he had said. Hmmmm, either the emperor was well endowed, or.............. she smiled to herself. Yes, that was it. The artisan who had sulpted this would want to please the emperor and how no doubt enlarged it to reflect the emperor's importance. Surripticiously, she glanced at Lord Dahl, trying to envision what he might look like unclothed.

"I will let you keep it and get to know it better while I open this."

She glanced then, to see that he had removed the lid from the jar, and had set it down. It seemed to contain a viscous, thick liquid, its smell exquisite. Instantly her mouth began to water in recognition. Honey! Honey and.... something else. She looked up at him, and smiled.

"This is a mixture of honey and herbs I make myself. It is quite delicious."

Delicious. That was the word she had been waiting for! She loved honey, it was used by her people, not only as a foodstuff, a treat, but also for healing, and for beauty. She had wondered if this was an ointment of somesort, but, no, it was to eat.

"Care to try it?"

Nodding, she leaned forward and dipped her index finger into the sticky substance, scooping out some, and she quicklly brought it to her mouth, licking and sucking the delicious stuff from her finger. It was devine.

"The food of the Gods"

She spoke quietly, to herself, and then looked up at him and smiled shyly.

"Milk and Honey, the food of the Gods"

That was her explaination. She leaned forward and before dipping her finger in again, she looked at him.

"Lord Dahl, May I? It is good, delicioius. I commend you."

 

[Veroe]

IC: Ascherran Dahl

"Lord Dahl, May I? It is good, delicioius. I commend you."

"Thank Siri for that. It is hard to store without Deshunta the defiler's curse of decay claiming it in only a handful of weeks." He laughed gesturing to Siri who had left and returned with what would appear to Kiria as a small paintbrush. He peered at his slave come future apprentice beaming with pride. "She kept it in a cool dark place and made certain the wax seal was well maintained for our entire voyage here." He placed an affectionate hand on the young blushing girl's shoulder befoe taking the brush from her.

He turned back to face Kiria sitting on the bed beside her. "Hand me back the phallus, if you'd please." When she did he began to explain. "This lesson will involve the phallus and the honey mixture."

He handed Siri the jar. She held it up for him as he dipped the brush into the honey and smeared it onto the phallus' tip in the crease where the craftsman had simulated the Emperor's slit in his cockhead. It looked like a golden drop of precum slowly rolling down over the ivory surface.

"Kiria, Tonight will be the first lesson in using your tongue in mouth to bring pleasure to a man's erection. At times when your pussy is too sore to be used in sex these lessons will make the Emperor not even miss it. Indeed he will think he will relish it."

He reached out his arm to her so the phallus was just before her delectable mouth. "Extend your tongue and lick up the honey off the end."

 

[sallythescorpian]

She watched, fascinated as Lord Dahl dipped the brush into the honey concoction, and painted the tip of the phallus with the mixure. Kyria wondered what he was doing, for she had never heard of such a thing.

She watched, mesmerised as the golden droplet made it was slowly down along the shaft.

"Kiria, Tonight will be the first lesson in using your tongue in mouth to bring pleasure to a man's erection. At times when your pussy is too sore to be used in sex these lessons will make the Emperor not even miss it. Indeed he will think he will relish it."

She looked up at him, meeting his eyes, and feeling her face heat in embarrassment as she realised what he wanted her to do, moments before he held out her the phallus, and confirmed it.

"Extend your tongue and lick up the honey off the end."

"Surely you do not expect............ the emperor will not expect me.... No, such a thing is not possible!!"

She was unable to voice her fears. Did they expect her to pleasure the emperor with her mouth?? She was alarmed, frightened and....... as she watched the slow progress of the drop of honey, she felt something stir within her, something she refused to name. She felt her belly quiver, and she locked eyes with Acheron, and extended her tongue, lapping the delicious mixture from the tip, watching Lord Dahl's reaction as she did.

Her mind was whirling, confused and shocked as she tried to prepare herself for the unexpected duty. She had imagined that she would have to do a wife's duty for him, and had wondered at Lord Dahl's insistence of training her. She imagined that there would only be so much to it, and a long journey lay ahead of them, but this, this was not something she had imagined, and she now trembled as she wondered the extent of her duties.

"Will he expect that of me? To... to pleasure him with my mouth?"