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Siring ch. 3

by Enkidu

(MF, exhib., oral)


3.
Guided Tour


	I awoke to the sounds of shuffling and stared blankly at the
ceiling for a minute wondering where I was. Then it all
boomeranged back to me in one panicked burst, the abduction, the
explosion in my ear, the fact that I was now a "Sire" whatever
that was, the slightly more pressing concern of having raped and
possibly impregnated a slightly underage young woman.
	The underage young woman in question was the cause of the
shuffling, pulling the collection of ribbons which passed for a
dress over her head once more. And smiling. Smiling as if nothing
were wrong, as if what we'd done last night had been, as she put
it, a `gift' from me to her. Seeing that I was awake, she paused,
her collar still in one hand, tiny stiff breasts exposed.
	"Do you wish anything more before I leave, Sire? Master Classus
sent word that he will be here to speak with you shortly. Sellie
brought more water and bit of fruit if you're hungry." Ouch, I
certainly wasn't trading up in terms of visitors, losing this
lively creature in return for a middle-aged wizard.
	"No, Nilappe, I'm fine. Ummm, are you... alright?" she looked
puzzled "With last night, I mean."
	After a few seconds of confusion, her face brightened. "Oh, no,
Sire, it was only a moment's pain." She giggled. "Your member is
only slightly thicker than I've had these few days. Thank you
again. Freely given, freely welcomed." She bowed and backed out
the door, closing it behind her. Well, that's something, at
least. Maybe she won't be a witness for the prosecution. Some
time later, enough for a sip of water and a tart green apple and
some plums, there was a quick imperious rapping at the door,
quite unlike the slow, insistent repetitive knocking of the
servant girls.
	"Come in, Classus."
	"Now, however did you..."
	"Never mind. So this is the crucial point, where you execute me
as a criminal or send me back?"
	"Heheh, no. Please, listen. I have called several men like you
across the void, and the first night is always the hardest. You
have already passed the decision point, if I'm to judge by the
grin on young Nilappe's face as she walked downstairs." He held
up his hand to pre-empt and protests from me. "No need to worry.
Each of those I call seems to have some fear or guilt about
women, or at least more than we're accustomed to in this world.
You must simply understand that we do not live by the same laws
as your people. Your former people, if you decide to stay with
us." He paused and motioned toward the door. "Let's show you a
bit of the palace. It will make explanations easier."
	"But I'm hardly dressed to go outside." I protested, gesturing
at my pajamas.
	"Eh, you have some social prerogative which restricts your
attire? I must say, you've no worse trappings than many Sires,
even if they are a bit simple." He proudly patted his blue robe
edged with gold thread. I rolled my eyes. If this over-the-hill
peacock wasn't seen as ridiculous, I could certainly walk around
in sleepwear.
	"Still, if you're concerned, we can have our tailors provide you
with a set of finery or two. The magisterium can spare a bit of
thread." He chuckled, and motioned me out the door. The palace
interior turned out to be a maze of stone corridors, though
rather well-lit by tall clear windows. It looked suspiciously
like any generic castle of olden days, that is if you ignored the
populace. Except for one or two men dressed in robes at least as
flamboyant as Classus', we encountered nothing but women, all
sporting the same draping, fluttering collage of red ribbons in
lieu of dresses. Each nodded, amicably, curiously or
respectfully, as we passed, and each offered some accidental
glimpse of flesh through the slits in the uniform.
	"Oh, it's just our common preference here at the palace. Each
Sire imposes his own tastes in his estate, of course." Classus
assured me. And as I was trying to wrap my head around the
possibility of dressing my very own troop of houris, he led me
down two staircases and toward a large double doorway. Along the
way, we passed several open rooms, and the sound of heavy
breathing in one caught my attention. The sight was unbelievable.
A man was leaning back against a dresser, dressed in a short robe
which was untied, exposing his genitals. One of the serving girls
was kneeling in front of him, slurping his balls noisily while
stroking his cock, her collar dangling beside her, unveiling a
pair of heavy mammaries to wave to and fro with her motions. She
looked to be about thirty. Another, younger girl was laying back
on the bed, the folds of her lower garment pulled up over her
waist, fingering herself while watching the couple. I almost said
something, but as Classus didn't give it more than a glance, I
decided to avoid looking like a fool for once and kept my mouth
shut. We passed through the double doors and onto a balcony. It
offered a view of the city. It hardly seemed to be a bustling
metropolis, despite its size. There were people in the streets,
but not as many as there should've been.
	"So, explanations." Classus mumbled. "Tell me, what do you see
down there, what is your impression of our fair city?"
	"Ah, well, it is clean, well-maintained..." I answered politely.
	"Yes, yes. And its people?"
	"They are... less numerous than would be expected for a city
this size." Classus nodded encouragingly and I went on. Suddenly
it struck me: "Women. Are those all women down there?"
	"There you are. The core of the matter in one glance. Well,
maybe three glances. Still good." He motioned for me to join him
on a bench. "Several centuries ago, our ancestors made a grave
error. A foolish, rushed grasp at establishing a new magical
principle. Oh, even I don't remember all of the details, and you,
if you're from a mechanistic world, would lack the background to
understand. Suffice it to say the error cost us, gravely. Our
scholars have long been adept in magical manipulation of living
matter. It gained us supremacy over this entire world, the whole
planet." He swept his arm around, drifting off for a second. "Ah,
yes. It wasn't entirely purposeless, you see. We are free of
disease, entirely and with little effort. We live longer than we
would have otherwise - you wouldn't have thought I'm over a
hundred and fifty years old myself, would you? Heh." I stared at
his middle-aged face incredulously. He ignored me and continued.
	"But one, just one of our grand projects, backfired. It...
affected our ability to reproduce. Women produce only female
offspring, and those rarely. Our population was almost
extinguished, those first couple of centuries. A bit over a
hundred years ago, before I was a student here, the `calling' was
developed. We can occasionally bring men from other worlds. Just
men, and we never know from where or when, from what kind of
world. Quite the gamble. We needed to send many back: sociopaths,
violent thugs, the weak-minded. We're getting better at it."
	"And the rest? Captives?" I asked half-apprehensively,
half-angrily.
	"Hah! No, don't worry.  Heheheh. Not that we wouldn't have, mind
you. We were that desperate. No, we will send you back
immediately if you want it - it's easy . We get very few
voluntary returns, though. I'm sure you'll find our arrangement
here quite cozy."
	"Arrangement?"
	"We send you out there as breeding stock. Stallions of sorts.
Most areas too far from Espera are completely barren of human
life, but the closer you get, the more villages there are. Small
clusters of houses, barely hamlets. Usually it's just a few dozen
women raising a few daughters. They manage their own affairs and
you may not" here he frowned at me, his bushy gray eyebrows
meeting in a warning thundercloud "you may not interfere in their
lives or take any of their property! However, they will gladly
provide you with food and shelter."
	"And the women go along with this?"
	"Go along?" He shook his head, chuckling. "Boy, you'll be lucky
if they give you time to breathe. Entire towns would dwindle and
die out in a century or so if not claimed by the men we send out.
The whole bout system was dreamt up not to settle disputes
between men but between women."
	"Claimed? Bout?"
	"Bouts. Contests. Set your stakes and compete against each other
for one woman, a household, more commonly just one small village.
There's very little to it other than keeping things mostly
civilized. A game of chance, a game of riddles, a running
contest, whatever the two Sires agree on, it's as good a bout as
any. It's mostly for show, but it's grown into quite the
tradition over the last hundred years, and keeping clear
boundaries helps maintain the peace. The women you claim will
pleasure you however they can, whenever and however you wish it,
so long as you keep half a mind to your duty of impregnating
them."
	"And women go along with this?" I repeated incredulously.
	"Oh, you'll find they're quite enthusiastic about it." Classus
grinned. "Always eager to please. We have very few sexual taboos
among our society, though we cannot educate everyone. You'll find
many of the villages are quite backwards, but they all love visit
from a Sire. Perhaps you'd believe it more easily if you heard it
from someone with teats. Come inside once more." We ducked back
into the labyrinth of stone and descended several flights of
stairs until the smell of steam and soap filled the air. In a
small tiled room, a familiar figure was churning a large stone
tub full of soapy water and bundles of red ribbons. Having
apparently decided not to splash anything but her creamy, tanned
skin, she was naked from head to toe. If she thought anything of
two men walking in on her undress, she didn't show it, but merely
smiled at me and Classus, who nonchalantly struck up a
conversation.
	"Sellie, we ask your service. Firstly, young Sire... errr -"
	"Adam" I prompted dreamily, re-acquainting myself with the
wonderfully full, firm globes I'd glimpsed through her dress
before. Curvier than Nilappe with an adorable round face, dark
hair, large dreamy dark eyes, pouty lips and full hips, the girl
seemed tailor-made for the bedroom. She rinsed off her hands and
walked around to stand before us, leaning back against the tub
with her hips angled shamelessly forward to display two soft,
crinkled labia peeking out of her pubic hair.
	"- Adam would like to know why it was Nilappe spent the night in
his room."
	"She won the throw" Sellie said, blinking innocently "I swear
she's cheating somehow, she always wins."
	"Then it was her wish?"
	"Her wish and her luck! Cara told us you'd offered him
hospitality but that he was tired after a long trip and we should
not importune him over-much, so we were of a mind only one of us
should offer service and not both."
	My jaw dropped. The beautiful creature who had given herself to
me last night considered herself lucky, was envied even... and
with one word, I could've had them both. Classus continued.
	"And I'm certain he appreciates your restraint. Now, today is a
new day and he is refreshed, so we ask that you accompany him to
his chamber. On the way, tell him of the day you came to Espera.
Show him to the fourth floor study afterward."
	Sellie clapped her hands happily before deftly slipping a tangle
of red ribbons around herself and leading me off, chattering
excitedly.
	"I was weeding the garden while the ground was still damp at
sun-up when our village's Sire came by and told me magister
Classus was arriving to challenge him and I was excited because I
knew when the magisters win a bout they often take girls to
Espera instead of living in the village and that meant I might
come here at the palace and he was already stiffening as we
spoke, my old Sire that is though he was younger than Master
Classus and he told me, my old Sire that is, to turn around and
bend down and he lifted my dress and gave himself to me  standing
there in the garden which was the way of his pleasure often but I
had nothing to lean on and he had to hold me up when my knees
gave way with the pleasure of it, I still remember how he held me
up with his hands caressing my bosom even though I didn't have
much up here as I do now" still walking before me, she turned
halfway around, grinning, and gripped one of her lovely rounded
mammaries to give it a playful wiggle as we passed a couple of
women who didn't bat an eyelash at this "and when he had given me
his seed he pulled out of me and I cleaned him with my mouth and
he went to the shore to wait for the women returning with the
morning's catch because we mostly fished, of course." She nodded
proudly as though this should have been obvious.
	"Of course" I mumbled, mesmerized.
	"And after that I went on weeding for some time and when I was
done went quickly to find my friends because I knew they would
all be as excited as I was about a bout later in the day and when
I told-"
	Here I must confess my attention drifted away from Sellie's
story for a moment. We were passing various rooms. Through one
open doorway, two voluptuous dark-haired beauties stood before an
open window completely nude, wetting wash-cloths in a small basin
and chatting while they bathed. They went silent as we walked
past their door and nodded to each other suggestively in my
direction. The shorter, slimmer, younger of the two turned to
face me, grabbed her breasts by the nipples and pulled them in my
direction, waggling her eyebrows suggestively. The taller and
fuller turned away from the door and spreading her legs dragged
the wash-cloth between her amply rounded buttocks then glanced
over her shoulder puckering her lips at me as she unflinchingly
displayed her puckered moist brown asshole. Realizing I'd stopped
dead in my tracks I hurried, red-faced, after my guide. I
stumbled and nearly fell when I realized the strong family
resemblance in the two women's faces. For her part, Sellie was
swaying her way up the stairs oblivious to any interruption,
still bubbling through her breathless rendition of a day since
past.
	"- and when he stepped off the ship it turned out it'd been true
because they went right to each other and talked and set stakes
and then chose balancing as the bout and they put a beam over the
water and un-dressed and walked across it then did it faster and
then finally hopped across it on one leg and Master Classus won
because he didn't fall into the water. We cheered and went from
the pier into the market so those of us who were there could
offer service and Master Classus said to us that as is the custom
he would take half a dozen girls to Espera if they're willing but
too many of us wished to be chosen so he asked us all if we had
our letters and knew to count and knew of herbs so we could do
work in the apothecary shops here in town. I didn't ever know
much about herbs or cures but mother's aunt had taught me how to
count and add and subtract when I was young so he took me first
and then when he had chosen the others he allowed me to bring him
pleasure with my lips and tongue on the ship as we got ready to
sail" probably to shut you up, I thought, somewhat uncharitably
"and when he had brought forth his seed and I had swallowed it we
went above again and waved good-bye to the others on the shore. I
knew nothing about sails so could do nothing but walk around the
ship and after it grew dark there was little to see and finally
late at night we pulled into Espera's harbour."
	Thunk! I found we had somehow wound up back in my room at some
point during this story. After closing the door she turned to
face me, smiling expectantly. I stared dumbly at her for a
minute. She stared back, then down at the swelling her story had
caused me, then back into my eyes with a trace of pride. Finally
apparently deciding she had to take the initiative, she moved
over to the bed facing away from me and as Nilappe had done the
previous night, reached back to spread the red folds of fabric
away from her hindquarters.
	"I beg you accept my service, Sire. How do you wish me?"
	I stepped up behind her and wordlessly accepted the invitation,
caressing the proffered derriere. When I cupped her mound and
traced her labia, my finger came away moist. Encouraged by this,
I slipped it inside. With two clicks and a swish of red fabric,
Sellie rendered herself completely naked again and laid her upper
half on the bed, wiggling her heated crotch against my hand.
Taking the hint I added a second finger to spread her slick love
tunnel open and began to pump her slowly. As the moist heat
pressed my fingers together I reached my free hand up to squeeze
one of the firm globes hanging off her chest onto the bedspread.
Gradually the fingering began to show its effect and watching her
angelic young face, eyes closed and lips hanging breathlessly
open, I removed the digits to replace them with my straining
erection. Immediately, Sellie rammed her hips back against me,
humming contentedly as her eager folds gradually engulfed my
shaft. After rocking together for a few deep, slow strokes, I
leaned forward to knead her full, rounded melons and started
humping her in earnest, losing myself to the sensations of her
smooth skin and slick, clenching, torrid insides. Finally
erupting inside the delicious little fisherwoman with my lips
locked on the nape of her neck and nose imbibing the clean warm
scent of her hair, we slowed to a panting embrace, still locked
together at the hips. Not wanting the moment to end, I decided to
press my luck.
	"You offered me your... service, Sellie?" I whispered.
	"Mmm-hmm" she answered contentedly from beneath me, keeping her
eyes closed.
	"I'd like you to taste me." She giggled at this.
	"But I have already tasted you, Sire. I share my bed-chamber
with Nilappe. She returned this morning  tasting of your seed."
My hips twitched forward once of their own accord when I heard
the unspoken implication of the activity which allowed her to
discover that. Sellie giggled again and with a squelch pulled
herself off my half-softened penis. She bounced off the bed and
knelt enthusiastically before me, adding:
	"But I always rather take it as a gift meant for myself." She
dug her fingers into my buttocks and pulled my loins into her
face, halfway inhaling the now re-hardening dick in a single
fluid dive. Moving a hand to the base of my shaft and the other
to cup my balls, the little minx began bobbing in quick,
relentless suction over my cock-head. I was in heaven. Standing
there on the stone floor, hearing a few scattered voices echoing
from the peaceful sunny vista outside the palace window, getting
blown by a sweet, voluptuous young village girl, I began to see
why no men willingly chose to return from this world. All too
soon, Sellie's ministrations had me twitching in orgasm once
again. I held her tender cheeks and deposited the last couple of
drops of sperm I'd had in me on her tongue, then collapsed onto
the bed, completely spent. The girl cuddled up beside me,
smacking her lips as though savoring her treat. At last, she
cleared her throat and reminded me:
	"Master Classus did say I was to bring you to the study after we
finished."
	I assented, drawing up my pants while watching her slip her
single garment once again over her head. She was utterly unfazed
by what had happened between us, guilt-less, cheerful, once again
bubbling an endless monologue of gossip and trivia as I followed
her red swishing form up the stairs to an imposing blue-painted
door which opened as we approached to produce a slightly
disheveled Nilappe. Her hair tangled, the red folds of her dress
twisted and parted to reveal her tiny breasts were stained with
white streaks, she was absent-mindedly wiping a glob of cum from
her chin up to her lips when she spotted us. With a thin, reedy
dual squeal of delight, the two girls clasped hands and after a
nod in my direction sauntered off taking no more notice of my
presence, both having gotten what they wanted out of me. I
stepped inside the study.
	Huge shelves lined the chamber, stacked with bottles and crates
of every size and make, interspersed with a few huge
leather-bound books. An entire table laden with maps and
star-charts held an honest-to-goodness crystal globe. Classus
himself stood completely naked before a window watching the city.
The warm summer breeze blowing through his wispy aging hair lent
him an air of serenity. He spoke calmly, knowingly and a bit
wearily.
"So there you have it. We can give you a long youthful life, free
of disease, free of cares, as the villages will gladly supply you
with everything you need wherever you go, and all the women you
can get your hands on. You may leave when you wish, with some
delay in making preparations. What say you?"
	He knew the answer already. It wasn't much of a choice at all:
my old minimum-wage job and empty studio apartment... or
paradise.