Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Think about your Guardians,” Mistress Orela continued, her voice cutting through our desperate gasps. “Remember how it felt to be claimed so thoroughly, to have your resistance broken down until you begged for their use of your bodies.”
The memories she evoked combined with the relentless vibration to push me toward the edge with terrifying speed. I could see the same effect on my classmates—Morandra’s composed demeanor had vanished entirely as she bucked against her saddle, while Trellama’s red hair whipped around her face as she threw her head back in irresistible pleasure.
“Oh… oh… no, please…” I gasped, my voice breaking as the sensations threatened to overwhelm me completely. “Please, Mistress, I can’t hold back…”
“None of you can,” she replied with evident satisfaction. “That’s exactly the point. Your bodies belong to others now—to your master, to your Guardians, to the Academy. Even your pleasure is no longer your own to control.”
The vibrations increased again, and I felt my control shatter completely. My climax tore through me with devastating force, my scream joining the chorus of my classmates as we all surrendered simultaneously to the mechanical violation. The sight of five other women writhing in forced ecstasy while impaled on identical devices created a feedback loop of shame and arousal that seemed to prolong the sensation endlessly.
When the vibrations finally ceased, we slumped forward on our saddles, gasping and trembling in the aftermath. Tears of shame and exhaustion streaked down our faces as the reality of what had just happened sank in.
“Beautiful,” Mistress Orela murmured, consulting her handheld with clinical interest. “Your arousal readings during that exercise were remarkable. Prince Hendren will be particularly pleased with your responses, Miss Viola.”
CHAPTER 19
Hendren
Three days after Viola’s return to the Academy, following her eventful night with Colonel and Mrs. Quinst, I sat in my study looking at my handheld with profound satisfaction. The data from Viola’s latest lessons under the capable tutelage of Mistress Orela had at the very least confirmed what I had suspected since first claiming Viola as my concubine.
The systematic breaking of her resistance and training her for a nobleman’s bed, though, had proceeded even more smoothly than I had dared hope. Moreover, what had begun as political necessity—acquiring Artemisia’s meddling, belligerent former president as a symbol of Federation dominance—had evolved into something far more personally gratifying. Some extraordinary alchemy in Viola Herranofar’s relationship to power and its inverse continued to attract me as no other concubine’s charms had done.
The high-society gathering tonight, what the Euporians called a Presentation, would provide the perfect venue to display my prize—and, I hoped, to demonstrate to Viola herself how rewarding a life as my sexual servant and diplomatic partner could prove. The Euporian elite took great pleasure in these exhibitions, where properly trained women served as both entertainment and testament to the effectiveness of their methods. I had looked forward to this particular evening since the first time I had reviewed the agenda for my state visit, weeks ago.
My aide knocked softly before entering my study. “Your Royal Highness, the formal attire has been prepared for this evening’s event. Shall I have the transport ready at eight, so that your entrance draws the attention it merits?”
“Make it seven-thirty,” I replied, straightening my cuffs as I rose from my desk. “I want to arrive early enough to observe the other bestowals before the Quinsts bring Viola to me.”
The drive through Euporia’s capital provided a pleasant opportunity to review my strategy for the more delicate moments that would pass this evening. These gatherings served multiple purposes beyond mere entertainment for this planet’s elite, and the presence of my Magisterian delegation would provide opportunities for both sides of the new alliance to advance their interests.
A Euporian Presentation reinforced social hierarchies, demonstrated the success of training methods, and allowed influential men to assess each other’s acquisitions. My position as a Magisterian prince and the head of the Federation’s delegation to the ongoing negotiations would naturally draw attention, and Viola’s former status as a planetary president would make the occasion of her bestowal on me, according to Euporian law, truly remarkable.
Over the centuries since humanity had begun to disperse itself across the galaxy, the worlds who had adopted traditional gender roles had proved themselves most successful in gathering power and influence in the new intra-planetary order. The Magisterian Federation and the Vionian Empire represented only the most obvious examples of the principle; the success of worlds like Euporia truly proved the point.
In the course of the establishment of the social networks that supported amicable ties among such worlds, the diplomatic shorthand of displaying the depth of submission of a leader’s most prized concubine had come to carry a great deal of weight. To have a brilliant, successful woman as an obedient bed girl would serve me extraordinarily well not only on Euporia, but throughout the galaxy.