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.