"You will be taught how to please a man with your hands, your lips, your tongue and your most intimate female parts," Jonah told her. "On our wedding night you will show me all you have learned, my golden girl, but tonight I shall have your virginity of you. We call it First Night rights. A beautiful, well-trained virgin commands a high price, Zagiri, here in the Pleasure Houses of Hetar."

"I do not know..." Zagiri began. Then she gasped. "I am in a Pleasure House?"

"My mother is a Pleasure Mistress," he replied. "She is head of her guild. As such she has access to many resources. She will see you attain perfection for me," Jonah told the girl. "Only the most skillful of male Pleasure Slaves will be chosen to tutor you."

Zagiri was at first speechless. Then she said, "But I am a virgin, my lord, and I want only you for a lover!"

"You are sweet, my golden girl," he responded. "But once I have taken your maidenhead you are no longer virginal. Ignorance in the bedchamber is a great sin."

"Why can you not teach me what I need to know?" Zagiri asked of him.

Jonah laughed. "I am the Ruler of Hetar, my precious girl. I have no time, nor do I have the patience to teach."

"But if I know other men, I may find one that is preferable to you," she said to him. "I should be unhappy then, and so should you," Zagiri cried.

"I am considered a lover without peer," he reassured her. "And if you are truly unhappy with my performance then I shall buy you the sex slave who best pleases you," Jonah promised her. Then, standing, he took her hand. "Let us go now to your chamber, my golden girl, and we shall rid you of your troublesome virginity. Tomorrow you will begin your lessons in pleasures. All Hetar will be fixated on mourning Lady Vilia. No one will pay any attention to you. Then when the mourning is over I shall announce our wedding. You will come to the palace then. For now you will live in my mother's Pleasure House." He led her from the chamber where they had been speaking and up the stairs and to a different wing of the house. "Would you like to see?" he asked her as they moved past various doors.

Truly curious, Zagiri nodded. She was suddenly very excited. He was going to make love to her. And when he did she would convince him that this training nonsense was ridiculous. It had probably all been his dreadful mother's idea, anyway. Why kind of mother wanted her son's bride used by other men? It was unthinkable!

Jonah stepped before a door and carefully undid a small panel. He drew Zagiri to stand before the panel while he stood behind her. Zagiri peeped through the panel to see a beautiful woman with long, dark red hair kneeling before a man. As the girl watched the redhead took the male's manhood in one hand. She kissed it tenderly, and then her tongue encircled the mushroom-shaped tip several times. She ceased briefly to look up at her partner, smiling. He smiled back. The redhead began to take the manhood into her mouth. Soon she had absorbed it all, and from the way her cheeks were working Zagiri realized the woman was sucking on the manhood. She turned away, confused.

"Why is she doing that?" she asked Jonah.

"Because it gives him pleasure," he answered her. "It is a woman's duty to give a man pleasure when they enjoy each other's bodies." He closed the panel and drew her before another door opening the panel in it. "What do you see here, Zagiri?" he asked her.

Zagiri peeped into the room. Another beautiful woman lay spread wide upon a bed. There were two men with her. One had crawled between her legs and was licking at her mound. The other man was kissing the woman while fondling her breasts. Zagiri felt Jonah's hands slip up to cup her breasts. Even covered by her gown his actions excited her, and she pushed her buttocks back against him. "She is entertaining two men," Zagiri whispered breathlessly. The tableau before her was exciting.

"Aye," he responded, his fingers taunting her thrusting nipples. "Both will have her in a variety of ways, and they will all gain pleasure." He turned her so that she was facing him. "I will watch you take two men before you complete your training, my beautiful golden girl. But once we are wed, other than your personal sex slave, you are mine, and mine alone, Zagiri." His mouth came down hard on hers. Zagiri almost swooned in his arms, and, feeling her weakness, he picked her up and hurried down the hallway, kicking open the door at its end as he entered the chamber with her.

He set her down, and then to her great surprise he began ripping her gown from her. Zagiri cried out, shocked, and he slapped her lightly. Then he pushed her upon the great bed in the chamber, tearing the remaining shreds of her garment from her. "Lie still!" he said sharply. "The first thing you will learn is obedience to your lord." Then he began to remove his own garments slowly, setting them carefully aside. "Spread yourself, Zagiri. I want to look at your treasures as I disrobe."

To her own amazement, Zagiri obeyed him. In her imagination she had always considered lovemaking a slow and elegant process where one kissed, and caressed, and finally joined. This wasn't anything like she had imagined. It was rough with a tinge of cruelty. She was both excited and fearful, but she spread her nether lips so he might view her, gasping when he reached out to finger her dainty love bud. She squealed as, standing over her, he began to tweak it until she was squirming uncontrollably.

"You will remain perfectly still while I play with you," he said in a hard voice.

"I cannot! It is too exciting," she half sobbed.

"Obedience, Zagiri, and discipline are two of the most important facets of taking pleasures," he told her as he removed his finger so she might recover herself. When she lay still again he said, "I will begin to touch you again, my golden girl. This time you will not wiggle. You will allow your feelings to burgeon until they burst. Trust me." His finger began to once again play with her.

Zagiri closed her eyes, and struggled with all her might not to move. What he was doing was pure torture, but then suddenly that tiny nub of flesh began to burgeon and burgeon until just when she thought she could stand no more a burst of perfect, pure pleasure drenched her. "Oh! Oh! Ooh!" she cried as wonder lit her face.

She heard his laughter, and then suddenly his head was between her thighs, and his tongue was lapping up the juices she had released. He groaned with his obvious delight. When he had satisfied himself he looked up into her shocked face. "Your first juices," he told her. "Virgin juices! They are rare, and nothing tastes like them." Then he put his head back between her legs, and sucked on the nub of flesh until she was shaking with what she realized was her own desire.

"Oh my good lord, please couple with me," Zagiri begged him. "I believe I am now ready to shed my troublesome virginity."

"Nay, not yet," he told her. "This is why you need training, my lovely one. You are like a child eager to have a sweet. You want to grab with both your hands at the bowl held out to you. When you are trained you will learn how to prolong the little pleasures so that you and I may enjoy greater pleasures. Tonight I will enjoy your innocence, but on a wedding night our coming together will be entirely different for you will have learned how to give pleasure, not just receive it."

She pouted up at him, and he chuckled. "I want to know your manhood," she said to him. "Why do you deny me?"

"Hush, my golden girl," he replied. Then without another word he pushed a long finger into her passage.

"Oh! Oh!" Zagiri's green eyes widened with surprise. The finger began to move back and forth, and her juices flowed again.

He withdrew the finger, sucked upon it for several moments, then drove two fingers into her passage, moving them back and forth while she strained against his hand. He played with her like this for several minutes, but then he abruptly ceased, saying to her, "I want you to take my manhood in your hand, Zagiri, and caress it."

Her nether regions were throbbing with their need. "Why are you being so cruel to me?" she asked him.

"Obedience, Zagiri. Take my cock, and caress it," Jonah told the girl sternly.

"No!" she said defiantly.

Without a word Jonah sat up, yanking Zagiri over his lap. Then he began to spank her while she shrieked and swore at him. Her bottom was small, round and plump. As he brought a fine pink sheen to the fair skin he was surprised to find himself becoming very excited by her struggles and cries. He was sophisticated enough to know that a certain amount of pain could sometimes be considered pleasurable, but he had never really considered it something he would enjoy. But he certainly was enjoying punishing Zagiri's disobedience. His manhood was now hard, aching and ready to be satisfied.

He shoved the girl from his lap and onto her back. Her pretty face was tearstained. "Spread yourself, Zagiri!" His knee pushed between her closed legs.

"I...I hate you!" she sobbed. "No one has ever dared to spank me. I am a princess of Terah! I hate you!"

He levered her legs apart. She struck out at him with her small fists. He caught her wrists, and yanked her arms above her head, imprisoning her with a single hand. His other hand pinched her nipples, causing her to squeal and buck. She was the most exciting creature he had ever known. "You are my beautiful golden girl," Jonah said as he now positioned his manhood at the mouth of her channel, "and your juicy virginal little cunt is ready to be plundered by your master." He pushed into her slowly.

Zagiri's eyes widened. She felt as if she were being split asunder. "You are too big!" she gasped.

"I have but inserted the tip," he told her. Then he pushed into her farther.

"Oh! Oh!" Zagiri exclaimed. She had not imagined anything like this, she thought, but then she could not remember at all what she had thought having a manhood pierce her would be like. She had envisaged a heavenly floating sensation when two bodies were joined so intimately. This was nothing like that. And when he pushed into her again she gasped at the feeling of fullness, wincing as he reached the barrier of her maidenhead. "You are too big!" she repeated.

"Your body will adjust to accommodate me in a moment or two," he promised her. "Tell me when you are ready to give me your virginity, Zagiri." He pressed his mound down against her.

The fur upon it was dark and rough, but as he pushed himself onto her soft, smooth mound a bolt of desire shot through her, and Zagiri's eyes widened again, and she gave a little gasp as she felt the manhood within her throbbing lustfully. Her breasts felt tight, and her nether regions ached with need. "Yes!" she hissed at him. "Yes, my lord Jonah! I need you! I need you!"

With a cold smile of triumph Jonah thrust hard into the girl beneath him, and she screamed as he shattered her virginity and buried himself deep. After a moment he began to move back and forth within her. And then he growled in her ear that she was to raise her legs. When Zagiri did, he pushed them back over her shoulders, bracing himself on the backs of her thighs as he thrust deeper and harder.

The pain had been ferocious, but then it faded to a burning sensation that slowly disappeared as he skillfully fucked her. Being one with this powerful man was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to her, Zagiri thought, as she began to revel in each push of his loins against her as he plunged deeper and deeper. Unable to help herself, she screamed softly, meeting his downward drive by thrusting her hips up to meet his. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she moaned in his ear. "Don't stop! Don't!"

"What a greedy little bitch you are, my golden girl!" Jonah groaned. "Now I must take my pleasure of you!" And he released his boiling juices.

Watching him from behind a hidden panel, Lady Farah shook her head in despair. Her son hadn't given the girl pleasure. He had only taken it. He was a fool. The girl had been nicely primed, and he left her hanging. "Go in and make this thing right," she said to the tall naked man standing with her.

"Yes, mistress," the male sex slave said, and, touching a button in the wall, the panel sprang open so he might step through.

Jonah lay upon his back breathing heavily with his satisfaction while the girl still lay spread spread, looking dazed. Virgin blood stained her milky thighs. The Lord High Ruler looked startled at the sex slave's entry.

"Your mother says I must complete what you began, my lord, lest the girl be unhappy," the slave explained as he climbed onto the bed. "With your permission, of course, my lord?"

Jonah nodded. "I lost control," he said. "She is too delicious."

The slave nodded. "It happens, my lord." He straddled Zagiri, and rubbed his manhood against her soft lips. "Open up, little one, and suck me sweetly," he said.

Startled, Zagiri turned to look at Jonah. "Go ahead, my golden girl," he said. "I did not give you the pleasure you deserve. The slave will. I shall not fail you again."

Half-conscious and still dazed, Zagiri obeyed, taking the slave's pale cock into her mouth. It was soft, having the faint taste of musk. Remembering the red-haired woman she had seen earlier Zagiri began to suck the slave.

"Use your tongue, little one," the male slave said. "That's it! Very good! You have an aptitude for this. Suck harder. You cannot harm me."

Zagiri sucked him harder, and soon she felt the slave's manhood swelling until she was unable to contain him within her mouth any longer. She gasped, choking.

"Release me!" the slave barked at her. Then he caressed her face with a gentle hand. "When the cock becomes too difficult to contain it is ready to give pleasures," he explained to her. Then he moved to kneel between her thighs, and drove carefully into her as he expected she would still be slightly sore from her first experience. The slave was well trained, and was frequently used by his mistress to train new Pleasure Women after their First Night rights had been taken.

"Ooh!" Zagiri exclaimed as she realized she was being taken a second time, and by this slave, not Jonah. She turned her head to look at him and he nodded encouragingly to her. "My lord!" she cried.

"Let him show you pleasures, my golden girl," Jonah told her. "I want to hear you cry out with delight when he brings you to the peak, Zagiri."

The sex slave bent, and kissed her lips tenderly. "Don't be afraid, little one," he whispered into her ear. "Let yourself go, and I will teach you the wonders of passion."

She was still shocked to realize what was happening to her, but the slave's skill was such that Zagiri found it difficult to think of anything except the fact she was starting to enjoy this activity. She closed her eyes, and let herself concentrate on the fact the slave's cock was not as thick, but was certainly longer than Jonah's. And it was making her feel wonderful. She moaned, and the sound was sensual, inviting.

Jonah's manhood twitched hearing it. He watched Zagiri, obviously beginning to experience real pleasure for the first time. He moved around, leaning above her head, saying, "Open your mouth, Zagiri. You must suck me as you are being pleasured."

Zagiri whimpered, but she opened her mouth and, taking him, began to draw on his burgeoning flesh.

"You may come in her, but do not bring her to culmination," the Lord High Ruler commanded the sex slave. "I wish her to taste her first pleasures on my cock."

"Yes, my lord," the sex slave answered. "Tell me when you are ready."

"Ease yourself now," Jonah said.

The sex slave drove faster and faster into Zagiri, relieving his own lusts while holding the girl off from her peak. She whimpered and protested, but he whispered into her ear again. "Let your master show you paradise, little one." Then he came, and after a moment or two withdrew from her.

Jonah quickly mounted Zagiri a second time, and, feeling the entry of his wonderful, thick cock into her body, she opened her eyes, and wrapped her arms about him. He kissed her, his tongue moving in her mouth, in perfect time with his cock, which drove back and forth in her now well-lubricated channel. This time he had a mastery of himself, and brought her to a screaming perfection before releasing his own juices into her again. When he came to himself again he saw that the slave had gone. He arose from the bed, and, after bathing his male parts, began to dress himself again.

"What are you doing?" Zagiri said softly.

"I must leave you now, and return to the palace, my golden girl," Jonah told her. "The word of Vilia's death will be spread throughout Hetar by dawn. My part is that of the bereaved husband, and I do mourn her. She was a good wife and mother."

"Lady Farah says she seduced you in your slave days," Zagiri told him.

Jonah laughed. "She did, but I had been intending to seduce her. I just hadn't figured out how to do it in safety so her husband would not catch us."

"When will I see you again?" Zagiri asked him.

"On our wedding day," he told her. "Until then you will live in my mother's house away from prying eyes. You will obey Lady Farah's every dictate, Princess. And you will study hard so that on our wedding night you may surprise me with your newly acquired skills. You are no longer a virgin, Zagiri, but neither are you really a woman. You must be a woman to be my wife, my golden girl."

"Do not leave me," she begged him.

"You are a princess, Zagiri, and you know duty. I know duty, too." He bent and kissed her lips. "I will see you in a few days." Then he hurried from the chamber. He found his mother in her private salon where earlier he had greeted Zagiri. "You observed us," he said, irritated.

"And a good thing I did, my son, else Zagiri would have had no pleasures at all although I will admit you recovered most satisfactorily. Did you like Casnar? I thought I would make him one of her tutors. He has a lovely way about him. You saw that Zagiri was not frightened by him."

"I will send you Doran for her, as well," Jonah said. "He is extremely skilled. I want her ready and willing to accept a manhood in all her orifices. Do you have a young woman who can show her the pleasures of sapphic love? I want her ready for anything. And I want her mother to have to accept the fact that Zagiri is now mine."

"You are asking for a miracle in a short time. Of course she must be totally cooperative, Jonah. She seems intelligent enough."

"I'll send Doran today," the Lord High Ruler said, and then he left his mother.

Doran arrived, and the Pleasure Women of Lady Farah's house giggled and sighed with delight.

"I don't know how long I will be allowed to keep him," Lady Farah said. "But you will each get a turn with him, ladies, I promise you." She turned to the sex slave called Doran. "Will you enjoy all those pretty girls, Doran?"

Doran nodded, giving her a broad smile. He was mute but for a grunting noise he made when using a woman, but he could hear. Then he pointed at Lady Farah, and cocked his head questioningly.

She was surprised, but then she laughed. "Perhaps. We shall see," she said. "But you must be a very good boy, Doran, if you want to settle into my nest." Lady Farah tittered coyly.

"Who is the new girl?" one of the Pleasure Women asked at supper that night.

"I cannot tell you right now," Lady Farah said to her women. "She is to be trained for a very important person. In a brief while I will tell you everything, ladies. Be patient, and inquire no further of me. And speak to no one about this girl. No one must know she is here."

"Her virginity must have been lodged tightly," one Pleasure Woman said. "She screamed so loudly when it was taken from her that the lord with me lost his concentration. It took me a full hour to restore it."

"A true virginity can only be taken once," Lady Farah said dryly. "The house will remain quiet again as it always is."

Her women laughed for some of the men coming to take pleasures with them were noisy lovers and it was not unusual to hear shouts and groans erupting from behind closed doors. The magnates and other clientele began to arrive for the evening. When she was certain everything was as it should be Lady Farah went upstairs to the chamber where Zagiri was being kept. She had been given a potion that would keep her asleep until the following morning, for her transportation from Terah and her activities of the previous evening had worn the girl out. But come the morrow Zagiri's lessons in how to give pleasures would begin in earnest under her future mother-in-law's eye.

Satisfied that Zagiri was sleeping and safe now, Lady Farah made her way to her own chamber where the sex slave Doran stood waiting attendance upon her. Slipping off her robe with casual grace to reveal a well-toned body, Lady Farah looked Doran over with a critical eye. Her well-manicured hand ran up and down his goodly length. Reaching beneath him, she fondled his heavy sac. Bred to the right female, he could produce marvelous progeny who could be trained as future sex slaves. There was profit to be had from Doran, and it wouldn't come from selling him away. She must talk to her son about it. They must look for a few beautiful but sturdy girls from the Midlands. Squire Darah would certainly know the right families to visit.

"Vilia raved about you enough," Lady Farah said. "Frig yourself, and let me see what you have to offer."

With a smile he reached down, grasping his manhood, and began to rub himself. He was quickly hard, and Lady Farah nodded, impressed at the sex slave's girth and length. "You show well," she said dryly. "Now give me pleasures so I can see that you are worth your keep, Doran."

She moved toward her bedchamber behind the salon, but the sex slave grabbed her by her long dark hair, and forced Lady Farah down over the rolled arm of a couch. She protested his action, but, ignoring her, he kicked her legs apart, and drove into her without further ado. Then he proceeded to use her most thoroughly for a full hour, his thick rod plunging in and out of her channel until she was dizzy with delight, and almost ready to gain pleasures. Each time she reached that point he would pull back so that the sensations waned, and then he would begin all over again. He withdrew from her female channel at one point and pushed firmly into her ass. Farah groaned, but she did not forbid him. She squeezed the cheeks of her buttocks about his thick rod.

When he finally withdrew from that second orifice he held her down, a hand about her neck, as he bathed his member. Then he thrust into her female channel once again and gave her pleasures such as Lady Farah had never known. When she fainted away from the sheer joy of it he carried her into her bedchamber, laid her down upon her bed and then sat at her feet to await her further commands.

WHEN THE NEW DAY dawned Zagiri awoke slowly, stretching her limbs, feeling a soreness between her thighs. Briefly she thought of Terah, and her family. But then she put it from her mind. She was going to be the First Lady of Hetar soon, and she was in love with the man who would be her husband. Certainly her mother could understand that. Her mother had been in love at least twice. She considered her sexual initiation. And realized in retrospect how ignorant she had been in her innocence. Now she was eager to learn all the things that would give Jonah pleasures.

"Good morning, Princess," the same servant who had tended to her before said as she came into the bedchamber. "Are you now well rested? Lady Farah says that when you have eaten and bathed she will see you in her private salon."

"What is your name?" Zagiri asked the servant.

"Alka, Princess," came the answer.

"I will bathe first," Zagiri said. "See that my tub is brought to me."

"But, Princess," Alka responded, "this is a great house. We have a bathing chamber. Come, and I will bring you to it."

"We have several bathing chambers in my parents' castle," Zagiri replied. "I did not think Hetar would be as civilized. I am pleased to see it is."

"Not civilized?" Alka was shocked by the girl's words. "Princess, Hetar is certainly the most civilized kingdom in all the worlds known and unknown."

"My brother is King of Belmair," Zagiri volunteered. "It is a beautiful world."