Laricon's Ways

by Patricia Green

"Of course," the girl replied with a disdainful sniff.

  "Not Suze or Sally's daughter, though." Both were too young to have an eighteen-year-old daughter. "Where is your mother?"

  "At The Farm with my youngest brothers. After bearing Master Walker four children, she was retired. She lives there in peace now, away from the over-excitement of the Palace."

  "I see. Does Master Walker visit there?"

  "No. Of course not. He is a busy man, a council member, and has far too much concerning him. We are of no significance until we are older. My brothers will be soldiers and learn to be great leaders. And my sister and I will be consorts to powerful men. That's why I pay attention whenever I am allowed to serve among the council. I will be the most beautiful, alluring consort ever!"

  "Of course you will." Nina poured herself a cup of wine and downed it quickly. "God this is a sick place," she mumbled to herself. She poured more for Laricon and went back to his couch. He was languidly watching Walker and his women.

  "Thank you, Nora," he said when she handed him the wine.

  "Nina, sir. My name is Nina."

  "Nina. Whatever," he said as he sipped. "Edward over there is such a stallion. See the way he's trained his women to work together?" One female was being taken from behind while the other was underneath alternately licking her counterpart's clit and Walker's testicles. Laricon glanced down at Nina where she sat on the floor. "Perhaps I should find a playmate for you, my dear, so that you and she could delight me with your antics."

  The idea was anathema to Nina, a fully heterosexual woman, but she knew better than to protest. "As you wish, sir. But two women take more time from you, too, sir, or one becomes jealous. And see how much effort they put into pleasing each other and not just their master?"

  He narrowed his eyes at her and she looked down humbly. "Yes, well, you may be right. At any rate, finding a match to your beauty would be troublesome. And if one can't have bookends, then why bother?" He watched Walker for a few more minutes. "Still, I enjoy watching two women playing with each other on occasion. Is it something you've done?"

  Her stomach tightened. "No, sir."

  He sighed. "You really were a prig. But I'm sure your training has begun to address that. Are you sore?"

  Why lie? "Yes, sir."

  He laughed. "I like your honesty." He finished his wine and handed her the cup, then sat up straighter, almost holding his breath as Walker grunted loudly, his member hitting the back of one of the girls' throats while the other fingered his bottom. Laricon clapped. "Good show, Edward! Good show!"

  Walker motioned to his girls and they immediately took a sixty-nine position on the floor together. Apparently it was their reward for pleasing their Master. Walker watched and caught his breath, and the young serving girl, his daughter, brought him a cup of wine. He pointed to his women and said something to the girl, and she laughed lightly, then moved away with her tray.

  The other women were disrobing the men, getting them comfortable before another go 'round. Nina helped Laricon out of his garments and removed her own robe upon his order. She didn't think the old man could perform another time, and wondered what was going to happen.

  Walker's women, wet-faced and smiling now, made sure Walker was as nude as everyone else, then curled up at his feet on the couch like two Persian cats.

  Nina tried not to look at Michael, but couldn't quite help herself. He was snuggled up against his "spare," his arm around her, his long, thickly muscled body exposed as the girl stroked his skin lightly. She remembered stroking and kissing that wide, furred chest. But she quashed that memory as quickly as it came. He sure had changed. He'd been so gung-ho and such a Federation man when she'd known him. Their long conversations had shown him to be thoughtful and intelligent. His behavior had been sensitive, compassionate. When they'd found themselves in her tent together, the fighting not far away, it had seemed so natural to share their bodies. And the result had been fireworks.

  How people could change! Now, he sure looked like one of the guys; just enjoying this run-of-the-mill orgy while the women around him suffered to please. A jolt of irritation swept through Nina and she used it like a lance to spear any feelings she might still be harboring for him.

  "Jealous, my dear?" Laricon asked out of the blue.

  She looked at him from under her lashes, wondering how he'd perceived her irritation, though she'd never have called it jealousy. "N-no, sir. I am the Great Man's woman, am I not?"

  "Don't be cocky," he advised lightly. "I meant, don't you miss your little orgasms?"

  "I would not be so arrogant as to expect them, sir."

  "Very humble. But, orgasms are so nice, aren't they?" he stated, not expecting her to answer. "Certainly, you've played with your little wet parts all by yourself. And you'd only choose boyfriends who would satisfy you as you'd satisfy them."

  Nina flushed; they were getting into dangerous territory and she didn't trust Laricon one bit. "Yes, sir."

  "Well, you don't have a compliant boyfriend here, dear. So I suppose you'll just have to rely upon your own two hands." He clapped his hands and everyone turned. "My darling new thing would like an orgasm, and I've decided to grant her wish."

  Roberto stood up, his lithe and well-muscled body flushed from the wine, his feet unsteady beneath him. "Give her over here, Father," he called, grabbing his flaccid penis and waggling it obscenely. "I'll fuck her till she comes and plant one in her belly as well!"

  Laricon's face went black. "This is too much, Roberto!"

  "What?" Roberto countered, trying to look innocent. "Don't you keep telling me you want grandchildren?"

  Laricon turned to the Chief Army General. "William, my son is feeling unwell. Please take him to his chamber and see that he's cared for. I don't think he'll be feeling better until tomorrow."

  "Yes, sir." Liebmann quickly pulled on his pants and shirt and dragged the giggling Roberto to the doors.

  "I d'know what he's so mad about," Roberto muttered. "I just want to give 'im what he wants."

  When the doors had closed behind them, Laricon seemed to work to compose himself. "Where was I? Oh yes…" He pulled Nina up by the arm. "My new darling who so deserves her satisfaction. Right now, for our pleasure – and hers," he chortled. "She's going to give herself a nice big O right here."

  "No!" Nina breathed, feeling sick panic surge in her belly.

  "What was that, Nina? What did you say?" Laricon leaned forward, pretending to listen to something Nina whispered. Everyone could see that she was utterly mortified, silent and stiff. "She says she's never done this for an audience before, except to tease a boyfriend of course. So to make her more comfortable, we'll just provide her with a nice young man close by and she can pretend she's doing it just for him." He stood and looked over all the men in the room. The youngest was an army colonel, but he looked too eager by far. Laricon's eyes moved over at Michael, who was trying to be as inconspicuous and disinterested as possible. The opportunity for making people uncomfortable was too good to pass by. "Michael, I think you can play her boyfriend. No touching now, just observing and encouraging."

  Nina's misery was nearly palpable, and to participate with him just seemed like too much.

  "I've already gotten to experience her, sir," he pointed out. "Wouldn't it be more fair to pick someone else?"

  Laricon smiled malevolently. "Yes, I know you've gotten the scent of her. That's what makes you so perfect. She's familiar with you."

  Nina groaned inwardly. She began to sob, hoping Laricon might have one decent thought and decide not to follow through with this horror.

  "Oh now see, Michael," he said instead, "you've hurt her feelings. There, there dear." He patted Nina on the head.

  Michael rose from his couch, stuck with the situation. "Yes, sir. I see."

  "Let's pull a couch over to the very center of the room so we can all watch," Laricon suggested, malicious glee glinting from his eyes. The room was quickly rearranged.

  Michael stood at the
foot of the couch in the center and looked over at Nina where she sat at Laricon's feet. She was panicked and nearly frantic, he could tell.

  "Crawl over to your 'boyfriend' my dear," Laricon said icily. "On hands and knees, that's right. You're a lithe pet cat about to do a sexy trick for her loving Master."

  Nina crawled, her beautiful breasts swinging lightly, her taught haunches swaying sinuously as she moved. She was sobbing and sniffling, her eyes pleading with Michael as she approached.

  "You're a lucky bitch," Michael said loud enough for all to hear. "Go ahead, get up on the couch and do it." He bent down to motion to her, whispering in her ear. "Pretend it's just you and me, Nina. You can do it. You're so beautiful and passionate. Show me, sweetheart."

  Confused at his duplicitous behavior, Nina pushed her fury with him aside for the moment. She nodded slightly and got up onto the couch. Horribly degraded and humiliated, she didn't know just what to do.

  Michael locked eyes with her. "Show me your trick, pretty girl," he said soothingly, so softly that no one but she could hear. "Show me how to please you. I want to know your pleasure, honey." Nina lifted a hand to her breast and began to stroke her nipple. The other hand followed suit, and her nipples peaked. "That's right, honey, it must feel good. Get them good and hard. I won't forget. What else feels good?" She put a finger in her mouth, wet it and then stroked a hard nipple while her free hand moved over her belly and hips gently. "Yes, I see, you like kisses on your mouth and pretty nipples. Your nipples are so hard and tight now, they must be anxious for more. Show me, sweetheart, show me what more."

  Michael's gut was beginning to squirm as he watched Nina play with her nipples more vigorously now. But he knew he couldn't turn his eyes away. She was locked on him, creating their own little sphere of privacy. He wasn't going to take that away from her.

  Nina reached between her legs and stroked there gently, still tugging lightly on one nipple and then the other.

  "Bad position!" Laricon called out. "I want to see more. Get her to show more, Michael! You're the boyfriend!"

  Nina hesitated, her face beginning to crumble slightly. "Look at me, honey," Michael said quickly. He smiled when she raised her eyes to his. And she remembered that handsome smile like the past six years of separation had never been. She remembered his long-fingered hands all over her, soothing her sometimes, teasing her inexorably. Her inner core remembered too, and she felt the hot center of her going wet; a snake churning in her belly looking for a way out.

  His whispers went on. "That's it. I want to know every part of you, Nina. Why don't you lie back and show me the sweetest spots, hm? Show me where it feels the very, very best."

  Tears welled in her eyes, but she lay back and opened her legs. "Ah, now that's beautiful, honey," Michael said softly. His staff was hard like a rock, nearly throbbing to be inside of her, this woman whom he'd loved only once and been forced to put aside. But he couldn't return to that time, and he needed to concentrate. "Yes, make your nipples hum for me, Nina." She reached between her legs again, first stroking her pale pubic hair lightly, then lower, finding her outer and inner lips with gentle fingers. "You're so beautiful," Michael murmured, his hand going automatically to his steely member. Laricon didn't tell him to stop, so he stroked himself lightly as he led Nina along. Nina couldn't help but see, and it seemed to soothe her. Her fingers tugged at the damp folds of her labia, rubbing them, then kneading them. Michael could see the glistening wetness pooling at the entrance to her womanhood. She held her lower lips apart with one hand and dipped a finger into that wetness, then spread it around, over her labia and the clitoris which was swollen out of its small sheath. "You like things nice and wet and slippery, don't you, honey. Me, too," Michael said, his voice husky with desire. Surprising him, she slapped down on her clit with her free hand, the sound like a clap in the silent room. Her eyes closed for a second afterward, and he could hear her low, soft growl. Behind him, Laricon sucked air between his teeth. Michael couldn't take the time to analyze it, had to go with it from moment to moment. "The kitten has claws, doesn't she, honey?" Michael whispered. "Show me more, kitten. I won't forget how you like it." Again she slapped at her blood-engorged clit, and this time she squirmed and growled louder. But she didn't pause before dipping her fingers deeply into herself, withdrawing them to apply the sweet gooey lubrication to her clit and then plunging them right back inside. While she pumped her fingers in and out, she began to rub her red slippery clit, her eyes on Michael, closing now and then with pleasure as she squirmed under her own volition. Michael was terribly excited, yet he knew it would infuriate Laricon if he came while they played out this little scenario. He clamped down on his desire, stroking himself slowly but never more than that.

  "That's my pretty, kitten," he said huskily to Nina. She was growling louder now, a sweet deep sound that he remembered all too well. "You want to be fucked, I can see. I can see that. You want it deep and hard, don't you, honey. Deep and hard." Nina moaned and writhed. "And when you've got that nice hardness deep inside, your sweet clit wants lovin' too, doesn't it, honey. Yes, honey, show me how good that feels." Nina's eyes began to close as her hips thumped the couch, her fingers busy. "For me, Nina, for me. Give this to me now, honey."

  She growled and moaned loudly, her face flushing as her back arched with a powerful orgasm. Her bottom rose off the couch as her inner core spasmed around her wet fingers. The room was silent until the hard spasm passed.

  Laricon clapped. "That was profound, Michael! Brilliantly done. Go let your little spare relieve you." He looked around at the flushed faces of his men. "I daresay we nearly all need relief!" He found this very funny.

  Michael turned to look at Nina one more time. "Thank you, kitten," he whispered. She curled up on her side, catching her breath, embarrassed to her bones.

  Back at his couch, his girl was ready for him, her little mouth eager to envelop him. Her fingers tickled his testicles as she sucked and licked at him, drawing him deep into her throat. He wanted to ravish her mouth, barely able to remember not to hurt her. He held her head and pumped her face, and when he came, it felt glorious, like buckets and buckets of relief. Only he and the girl noticed though. The rest of the room was busy with their own pleasures.

  Laricon and Nina had left.

  Chapter 5

  Four days later, Nina was bored, tired, and beginning to wonder if there was ever going to be a way out of this prison. Fortunately, Laricon hadn't called upon her since that awful, awful party. Nina felt her cheeks heat every time she remembered that night. Michael's dark gray eyes watching her, his voice talking to her softly, husky with craving. He'd have made love to her right there, she could see it in his eyes. And she wouldn't have stopped him. She could imagine how it would feel in great detail, and that, too, was something to blush over. He was now a hated enemy, if she could just get her body to remember that!

  She prowled around the women's enclosure late at night, unable to sleep, searching for a way out. So far, though, she'd found nothing. The library held a bizarre collection of books and training videos, all with the same theme: women's duty to serve men and bear the future generations. It was appalling, but not terribly surprising. She avoided that room after the discovery. The enclosure itself had no hidden staircases or doors to the outside. Just the main doors with their ever-present guards, and a high-walled garden with no gates.

  And she was pretty sure they were drugging the food. She couldn't get over the weird loose-limbed malaise that had started on that first night. It was unlike her, and muffled the edges of her desire to break free.

  The tone sounded, and she dragged herself to the dining room. The table was prepared as usual, and the other women straggled in within a minute or two of the summoning tone. But by the time the matron arrived, there was still one empty chair. It belonged to a relatively new girl, a perky little woman with butter-yellow hair and intelligent hazel eyes. She'd just finished her training, and now she was absent.

  "Matron,
" Nina began. "Where is Amy? Is she sick?"

  The other women looked at each other and kept their eyes away from Nina or the matron. Mind your own business was an unspoken rule. Plates were being served, but no one was touching the food.

  "She is not here," the matron replied tightly.

  Nina frowned, puzzled. "What does that mean, Matron? Where is she?"

  The matron's sharp little bird eyes pinned Nina. "She is doing her duty to Laricon."

  Nina persevered. "I still don't get it, Matron. Where is she? Is she with The Great Man?"

  "You will cease this line of questioning Nina, or you will be punished. Is that clear?"

  "Yes, Matron. I just thought–"

  "Eat your food and stop thinking. The Great Man has called for you again tonight, so you'll need to build energy. Eat."

  With a sigh, Nina began pushing the food around on her plate. Where was Amy? And was this "duty" she was performing to Laricon the country or Jerold Laricon the person? Nina puzzled over this stubbornly, concentrating on anything but her invitation to see Laricon again.

  Two hours after dinner, washed and dressed properly, Nina followed a guard out of the women's enclosure and into the other, larger wing of the palace. After knocking politely, the guard opened the door to Laricon's personal chamber and then closed it behind Nina sharply. Nina bared her breasts and knelt as required.

  "You have truly lovely tits, my dear," Laricon said from behind the room's small desk. "Come here and let me play with them a while."

  Although he appeared to be in a pleasant enough mood, Nina didn't trust him for a moment. She was very much on her guard. Nonetheless, she removed her robe and went to kneel next to his chair. He swiveled to face her and reached out for her breasts, caressing them lightly and bringing the nipples to peaks. "Oh yes," he said. "Very pretty. Does this fondling make you wet?" he asked, his eyes roving over her breasts like a connoisseur.

  "A little, sir," she answered hesitantly.

  "Of course. It takes more than a little nipple stroking to get a girl really excited." He pinched her nipples sharply, making her cry out softly, and then stroked them gently again. "How about that, lovely Nina? Is that making you more wet?"