When the breakfast meal had been cleared, and
the furniture removed, Lana announced the time had come to show me to my new
accommodations. The excitement in the cell rose as the women helped Lisa brush
her hair out and bathed her as well as possible with the limited resources
available in this dungeon cell. She stood and accepted their attention
willingly.
When Lisa's bath was completed she again
looked the lady, just as she did when she entered the cell the day before,
draped in her robes and sash about her waist, radiant with the inner glow of
fulfillment. She said.
"You are on your way to becoming a
popular man. I doubt I will ever have you all to myself, even for a night such
as last night. I'll be glad to bear your children, and will always feel
privileged for having been the first of your concubines in our new world."
When her speech was said, she came to me and
cleaned my cock as it had never been before in my life. When done, Lisa stood
and said.
"Never let a woman enjoy your attention
without cleaning her residue from your body."
Her manner told me she was almost, but not
quite serious, "It should be law that a woman owes a man who fills her, as
you have filled me, the service of cleaning him. No woman wants to smell the
odor of your previous mating. Only the odor of her own essence as it mingles
with yours, will please her."
Lisa stepped away, offering to share me with
the rest of the women in the room.
One of the serving girls brought me a skirt
with which to cover myself. As I took it from her and wrapped myself in it, I
noted that her sweet, musky, odor of her pussy was strong. In my mind, I could
see the insides of her creamy thighs, as they glistened wet with her flow of
arousal. As she turned and left my cell, I was unable to hide my desire.
When my thoughts came back to Lisa, Lana, and
the others, Lana was smiling. She had followed my gaze and understood who I
would choose as the recipient of my attentions. Lana met my gaze, held it, then
winked in conspiracy. It was clear she had followed very closely my thoughts
and knew what I was thinking. The girl who had brought my skirt to me was ready
to become a woman. I sensed it, and Lana agreed silently. I prepared to leave
the only world I had known since my capture such a long, long time ago.
Lana and Lisa led the way, with the rest
following. As our group wound it's way through the corridors of the ancient
dungeons we were in, the floor started to slope upward. After a short, sharp,
rise and a turn to the left, we came to the abrupt end of this passage at a
massive, iron door.
The guards at the gate opened it and our
group filed through and onward up a curling stairway and finally broke out of a
small archway into a great hall. The hall was really a kind of major
intersection in the fortress like series of structures that was to become my
expanded prison. We crossed this hall and again ascended a stairway. This one
was an unending series of flights, one after the other, their number became
interminably long before we came to their end.
During our journey to my new rooms, in one of
the cities towers, I never saw a door to the outside. The guards at the dungeon
gates were the only ones I saw until we went through a set of doors, which,
Lana announced, marked the lowest limit I would be allowed to descend to, at
least for the time being.
We stopped there long enough for Lana to
explain to us what we would find above us in the tower.
"This floor is warehouse space. It is
the lowest you may descend from your quarters, four floors above us. Any
attempt on your part to disobey this limit will be dealt with by your removal
from this tower, and our company. You will be returned to the dungeons where
you will await transfer to a city of our less lenient sisters. For your own
health, and our lives, I hope you never try to leave the areas which the
counsel has restricted you to."
With that, she turned and motioned us to
follow her on. We climbed two sets of stairs which led to the third floor of my
prison. This floor was the food preparation area, and was where most of the
housekeeping chores were done. I was shown about the floor which included food
preparation areas, a room full of medical supplies and a laundry area. There
were several large rooms set aside for food storage and assorted closets that
contained linens, clothing, domestic tools and supplies of all manners and
descriptions.
We were then led to the fourth floor of my
prison. At this level the walls began to slope inward as they pitched together
to form the roof. It was explained, as we wandered about the floor, that these
were the quarters of the women whose company I was now in, and this was where I
could come at any time for conversation, company, questions, complaints or
requests. None of the rooms had doors on them and I was told that this was to
indicate that those who occupied these rooms would welcome me in them at
anytime I came to call.
As we passed by the six open doors that led
to their rooms, I noted each of the doors had a small sign bearing the
residents name. On closer inspection I found that they also carried the sexual
limits and preferences of the occupant within.
I was stopping to read each of the plaques,
but Lana took my hand and pulled me on saying.
"What those plaques say is of no real
importance to you. You will find that as the women who come to stay here become
pregnant with your children they will be replaced with others who wish to
experience the attentions of a man, and bear his issue for him. I hope you
understand that you should not become attached to any individual woman, but
merely enjoy her while she is here. In all honesty none of the women you will
know are interested in you as a living partner, they all have their homes to go
back to, and are here voluntarily to become pregnant and propagate the
species."
I already knew Lana was wrong about at least
one thing. Lisa wanted to and would have taken me as her permanent mate. I felt
there were many other mistakes going to be made by these women.
"Don't expect a woman to be here any
longer than it takes to be certain she is with child. But know this: You will
have a special place in all of their hearts for the service you do our society
as a whole and each mother as a person. The women who come to you for your
sperm, while they may not like you as a person, will respect you if you respect
them. In the years that come, you will father many children, and most, if not
all of them will be told who their father is."
"It may not seem it now, but you are in
a position of great honor, and will be cared for as you desire in you later
years in return for your cooperation with us now. I hope you will understand
why this is being done, and accept your position here with us in good spirits
and understanding."
At the end of her speech, I was more than a
bit panicked by the news of her words. It took some time before I calmed down
enough for her to tell me the rest of the story. In my mind I imagined that I
would be forced to make love to a different woman every time my cock chanced to
rise. I instantly began to retreat into a shell similar to what the other men
before me had done, refusing to deal with the group at all.
All I wanted for now was to be left alone, or
maybe to have the company of another male, but I was told that the only other
male in their city was living in a tower to the north of mine and was not
allowing anyone to speak to him. His mind was gone and the women allowed him to
live in the tower out of sorrow for their abuse of his mind. They had not been
honest with him from the beginning and he had fallen in love with many of those
who had no thought for him other than a stud. It had finally driven him mad,
and he now lived as a hermit in his tower prison.
It was Lisa who was able to finally break
through my shell of self pity, and was able to tell the rest of the story; but
the price she was to pay for her tender caring was terrible.
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