by Alta Hensley
Stress released from her shoulders when she realized the conversation continued on. Briar nodded. "Worse. It seems to be drying up more each day."
Donte studied her every move. His glare pierced through her. "Tell me of Jaden. You say they are accepting more people?"
Briar nodded again. "One of the few communes that are. Since population controls have been set, very few communes allow new residents. Jaden is building its army." Her gaze went to another sexual carving in the wood. Speaking of the scorched world reminded her of how lucky she was to have made it to the Palace of Lazar.
"Why did you choose the palace?" His stare burned.
She smiled. "Anything's better than being a potato picker." She hadn't intended to be funny, but couldn't resist.
Donte chuckled. "Fair enough." He paused, and the short-lived smile melted away, leaving his serious, unyielding expression in its place. "No more talk of that." He slapped the desktop softly. "After you are done eating, we will send you to be inspected. Training starts right after that. Do you have any questions?"
Briar shook her head.
Donte sat in silence the rest of breakfast. He never took his eyes off of her. His face was stern as he studied her every move. "When you are through eating, please stand in front of me."
Briar wiped her mouth with the cloth napkin and did as he asked. She padded her way until she stood only inches from him.
"Take off your nightgown."
The sharp command startled her, but she quickly did as he asked. She unbuttoned the top buttons and lifted the soft fabric above her head and let the garment drop to the floor. She stood before him in nothing but white cotton panties. He rewarded her with a small smile. "I like that you did not pause or question. Very good."
Briar smiled in return. She had traveled too far not to please him now. Her future rested in the hands of this man.
He stood and took hold of the elastic on the panties and lowered them down to her knees. He ran his fingers through the hair on her mound. "After inspection, we will send you to grooming. Body hair is not acceptable." He ran his index finger all the way down to her clit and pressed firmly. "I'm proud of you, Briar. You have not flinched or pulled away from my touch. Most do until they are trained."
Briar swallowed the gasp threatening to escape, watching below hooded lids as he fondled her sex. His touch burned, tempting her to moan in desire. But Briar stood silent, obediently allowing him to touch as he saw fit.
He removed his hand and stared directly into her eyes. "You are a very good girl, Briar." He walked toward the door and turned around. "Remove your panties completely and follow me. It is time we make you part of the harem."
Chapter Three
Briar followed Donte down the hallway completely naked. She tried to keep pace with his long strides. The pattering of her bare feet against the marble floor reminded her of her full exposure with every step.
Donte looked over his shoulder and slowed his walk. His eyes scanned her unclothed body. "You will learn to be comfortable eventually. As part of your training, you will discover the beauty of your bare skin." His firm, rumbling, baritone voice fired sparks in her core. A drop of arousal trickled down the inside of her leg. She pressed her thighs together to try to conceal what his voice alone had the power to do.
Now that they slowly walked down the hallway, Briar could fully take in her surroundings. She noticed that every piece of art and statue featured portrayals of people engaged in various forms of sex. Tapestries hung from ceiling to floor, all with people in the most intimate positions.
He followed her gaze to a painting on the wall. "Sex is beauty. Sex is art. You will be trained on how wondrous a sexual encounter can be. You will soon be taught there is no shame in desire." The way he spoke mesmerized her, like a siren's song. "You will learn to not only expose your body freely, but your soul."
"Will you be doing the training?" Briar realized the hopeful undertones in her question. The thought of his tutoring caused tingling in her breasts. She glanced down at her nipples, hoping her thoughts weren't evident.
"No. I will oversee it, but we have mistresses highly skilled in the art of seduction and submission to provide the lessons."
"I see." Briar's cheeks grew warm.
He chuckled quietly. The quick act surprised her. She had only seen this side of him briefly and found it odd how much it contrasted with the authoritative demeanor he possessed. "Let me show you the rest of the palace before we have you inspected and groomed."
After walking down several more hallways, he held out his hand, ushering her through another corridor. Briar walked past him, still embarrassed that she was fully nude, yet her body hummed with every step she took. She caught an alluring trace of his spicy scent—dangerous, and so very masculine. Another bead of arousal formed between her legs. She hoped she wouldn't be this wet during the inspection. The lack of control of her body functions confused her. Was it Donte? Was it the nudity? Was it the graphic décor that cascaded down every tapestry that covered every inch of wall space?
They walked until they reached a large double door. Intricate designs were sculpted into the wood just like the rest of the palace, but the door also had jewels embedded into the carvings. The majestic door handle appeared to be etched from elephant husk with tiny emeralds around the keyhole.
"We have reached the inspection room."
Briar swallowed back her anxiety.
As if reading her mind, Donte added, "No need to be frightened."
She stared at him for a moment, taking in his assertive expression. She stood with anticipation of what came next.
"Briar?"
His deep voice jarred her from her paralyzing thoughts.
"Shall we?"
Her body trembled as she walked ahead of him when he opened the door. She held her hands together in front of her and entered the room. The scent of olive oil and fresh poppies drifted through the air, giving notice that one of the windows was open to allow for the breeze. White curtains framed the scenery outside of a large cypress tree swaying in the wind. She could feel Donte's breath against her neck as he approached.
"Do not be afraid," he whispered.
On the first landing, Briar noticed a petite woman dressed in a white dress. Although small, she exuded a superiority and confidence that Briar had only seen in men. "You must be Briar." She motioned to a table Briar had seen once in a doctor's office. Doctor's were rare, but when she almost died from the Tavarian flu a year ago, she was lucky enough to be in a commune that had one.
She stood in place, embarrassed that she was naked in front of another person. Donte placed his hand on Briar's lower back and guided her to the exam table. "This is Mistress Krin. She will be performing your examination."
Briar's heart raced as she was led to the table. Donte gently assisted her, until she sat on the edge with her bare feet dangling free. On both sides of the table were metal foot holders. She almost gasped out loud when she realized she would be expected to put her feet in them. Her legs would be spread so wide. There was a small, metal tray, but Briar couldn't see what was on it. A small white cloth covered the entire tray.
Mistress Krin approached the table and smiled. "Please put your feet in the stirrups, push your bottom to the edge of the table, and lie back." The gentle tone of her voice soothed Briar's bundle of nerves. She too had a thick accent, but it was somehow different from Donte's.
She quickly did as she was told, noticing that Donte stood behind Mistress Krin so he could observe all that was being done. Briar tried to control the flush of heat spreading across her face as she spread her legs wide and stared at the ceiling. The sound of latex gloves being donned sent a shiver through her core. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"You are going to feel something cold and then some pressure. Be a good girl and relax your legs. If you do as you are told, this inspection will be over in no time." Her gentle voice took on a bit more firmness this time around.
Before B
riar could take her next breath, something cold and metal entered her pussy.
"Just relax. The pressure will let up in a second," Mistress Krin soothed. "Lift your bottom up a little bit."
Briar did as she asked, trying her best not to picture Donte watching her do all of this. Her legs were completely spread, and now her pussy was just as open.
"It is clear you are a virgin." Mistress Krin pulled out the metal device as she made the declaration. "I am going to take your temperature now. Keep your legs wide."
Briar gasped when she felt the tip of the thermometer against her anus. She jumped at the intrusion.
Mistress Krin gave a small swat to her pussy. "Stay still." The swat and the command sent a jolt of electricity through her entire sex.
The thermometer pressed against her hole again, but this time was inserted all the way in her bottom. Mistress Krin left it firmly in place and walked around the table to examine her breasts. Her hands grabbed each one and massaged. She then pinched each nipple causing Briar to stifle a moan. Mistress Krin nodded in approval and walked back so she stood between Briar's legs once again.
The thermometer was pulled out slowly. "No temperature. She also has plenty of sensation in her breasts and nipples." Mistress Kim grabbed a damp rag and wiped the lubrication off of Briar's pussy and anus. "You can sit up now, Briar."
She quickly did as ordered and instantly met Donte's approving gaze.
"Good girl. I am pleased," he stated simply.
"Almost done, Briar. Please roll over on to your stomach and spread your legs," Mistress Krin directed.
Briar did as asked without delay.
"Lift your bottom up, and spread your legs wider."
Briar spread her legs as wide as she could and pressed her bottom up and toward the ceiling. She had a pretty good guess as to what would be examined next and tried to calm her swelling nerves. It wouldn't end with just a thermometer.
"This part of the examination is going to hurt a little. I need to see how much your little bottom hole can take. We need to see how much anal training is required for you."
Mistress Krin approached Briar and pressed her lubricated finger to her exposed hole. She dipped her finger beyond the tight entrance and did this motion over and over spreading the lubrication all around. Just the finger almost seemed too much to bear.
"It is important that you are honest with me, Briar. Do you understand?"
Briar nodded.
Mistress Krin swatted her butt. "From now on, when you are asked a question you give a formal answer. Are we clear?"
"Yes, Mistress Krin."
"Even if it stings, you must accept what I put inside you until the sting turns to pain. Are we clear?"
"Yes, Mistress Krin."
"Do not cry out or ask me to stop until you absolutely cannot accept anymore. Are we clear?"
Briar nodded.
Mistress Krin quickly applied two hard spanks. "Are we clear?"
Briar struggled for breath at the shocking bite of the swats. "Yes, Mistress Krin."
"I am going to start by putting one of my fingers and then adding a second."
She did so, and Briar tried her best to relax and breathe deeply. She knew if she cried out now, she would risk being told she wasn't ready to be part of the harem. Mistress Krin's fingers went in and out in small, slow thrusts. Briar's pussy pulsated along with every push and pull.
"I am now going to put a small, slender dildo in. This may hurt, so you will need to calm down and allow the submissive sensations to take over."
Briar wasn't exactly sure what a dildo was, but quickly felt it invade her backside. Briar squealed as it pressed past her puckered entrance. Mistress Krin paused for a moment, but then continued to press it deeper within. Briar wanted to cry out and beg for just the fingers again. She took deep breaths as instructed, but the sting became almost unbearable. Her bottom stretched to impossible limits as Mistress Krin pushed it all the way in. Briar bit her lip and clenched at the edge of the table to quiet her ever building need to beg for mercy.
Mistress Krin reached between Briar's legs and found her clit. She pressed firmly and rolled the tip of her finger in small circular motions. Briar couldn't help but moan in pleasure and relax a bit.
"Allow the submission to set in. Relax and focus on submitting to the anal training. Know that with every stretch, you are getting closer and closer to where you can accept a cock in your ass. You will be able to give one of the brothers your ass for them to claim. It is a gift that you can bestow. Submit, Briar."
She did as commanded and allowed herself to feel something different. She couldn't explain the sensation, but it was as if all the fight had left her body. The dildo no longer seemed as foreign. It actually started to feel pleasurable. Briar rocked her hips back and forth to match the circling of her clit. Heat radiated from her ass to her dripping wet pussy. Briar wanted to explode. Lights sparked behind her closed eyes, and her body tingled everywhere. The pleasure grew with every thrust in her ass and every movement of Mistress Krin's finger. Briar couldn't fight the urge to moan between her pants any longer. The sensation grew more and more until Briar cried out. Mistress Krin sped up the thrusting, and applied more pressure to her clit, until Briar's body tensed uncontrollably and fire shot through her. She let out a small scream as the foreign sensation racked her body over and over again. The pulsating in her pussy took her breath away.
Mistress Krin stopped what she was doing and removed the dildo. Briar collapsed on the table struggling to regain her composure.
"She is able to orgasm easily, although her bottom hole will need daily stretching." She patted Briar's behind. "Go ahead and sit up. The inspection is complete."
Briar did as instructed, although her muscles felt like jelly. She looked into Donte's eyes and saw satisfaction and… arousal? That was her first orgasm, and she didn't know exactly what to think about it. Her mind swam, her heart pounded, and all she really wanted was to be comforted.
As if she had voiced her wants, Donte sat down on a large chair and patted his lap. "Come here, Briar. You were a very good girl."
Briar rushed over to him and sat on his lap. She didn't care that she was completely nude, or barely knew the man on whose lap she sat. Whatever happened made her desperately want to be held. He wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back as she nestled her head into his shoulder. His warmth, his whispered praise, his soft touch, made the journey to the palace worth it. The Palace of Lazar would be her home. She nuzzled her face deeper into his neck and released a small whimper.
"Shhh…I could not ask for more, Briar. I think we found a gem in you."
Chapter Four
"It is time we take you to get groomed." He lifted her off his lap, the heat of his body instantly missed.
She hesitated, wanting to close her heavy eyes and just feel safe in his arms. Safety was something she had never experienced… until now.
"Go on, Briar." He guided her through the door they had entered. "The palace consists of three levels and twenty-two bedrooms. The grounds are extensive, but you are forbidden to walk them unless permitted to do so, and only if escorted by someone. There are three pools and a cluster of five hot springs. You will be spending most of your time in the central room with the other women of the harem," Donte explained as they walked down the hallway. "Each brother has his own wing, and you are only allowed to go there by invitation." He guided her to the right with his hand on her lower back. His fingers only mere inches from her naked bottom.
As Briar walked down the corridor, her thoughts were overpowered by the grandeur of the ornately decorated hallway. The tiled floor, colored in deep-emerald stone gave it a regal look. Elegant oil lamps provided light intermittently along either side of the narrow hallway. At either end were two tall windows that reached from floor to ceiling. Tables flanked the walls of the hallway with statues of naked women and men placed on top.
He pressed his hand with a little more force as her pace had uninte
ntionally slowed. "There are guards surrounding the premises. I want you to feel comfortable knowing you are safe and well protected."
She nodded, offering him a brief smile. She didn't need guards. Briar had never felt so safe in her life.
They continued down the hall. "Here we are." He opened the large double door revealing a large bath the size of a pool. Easily twenty people could bathe at the same time. Three crystal chandeliers hung above, catching the rays of the sun and painting shimmering rainbows along the walls. Briar scanned the room and noticed several women standing off to the side, appearing to be awaiting their orders.
Donte led her over to the pool and helped her ease into the warm water. "Sit down." He motioned for one of the girls to approach. "We will start by washing your hair."
Seeing so much water, let alone sitting in it, was a rarity greater than jewels. Engulfed in the magnificent waters, Briar closed her eyes and released a soft moan. Heavenly.
The smell of jasmine filled her nose from the steaming water and a rich oil seeped into her skin as she sank as low as she could go, allowing the water to cover her shoulders.
"I feel like I'm in a dream." Briar never opened her eyes in fear of waking up. The young girl washed her hair, scrubbing an eternity's worth of sand from her skull.
Briar could have stayed in the bath for hours if it weren't for Donte's sharp command. "Stand and allow them to remove you of your body hair."
She blushed as she quickly followed his command. For some reason the act seemed more invasive than the inspection by Mistress Krin. Maybe it was that the hair displeased Donte, but Briar couldn't help but feel some shame.
A dizzying sense of embarrassment assaulted her as another girl spread her legs and began to shave the curly hairs off her mound. The girl took special care when she spread Briar's pussy to remove the hair hidden by her silky folds. Briar felt the need to snap her legs shut, but changed her mind the instant she glanced at Donte. He observed every move the young woman made, guaranteeing the job was performed at his level of satisfaction. One stroke at a time, the girl's delicate fingers fondled Briar's sex. Once again, arousal rose from within. Briar struggled to fight the sensation, self-conscious that an act of hygiene could stimulate such a reaction.
