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Ovida, Peasant Girl  (Mf)
by Ball Four

Synopsis:  A peasant girl visits the royal palace.


## This story is a work of fiction.  It is not real.  It is
purely imaginary and does not reflect reality.  In resemeblance
to your life or the life of your girlfriend's ex-boyfriend's
sister's cat's previous owner's is pure coincidence and bloody
unlikely.  This story is for the entertainment purpose of
adults only.  This is only a story.  Do not try this at home,
someone else's home, home on the range, webpage home, or Homer
Simpson. 

## If you are not 18-years old yet, do not read  further.
Instead try out that "delete key" thingy.



** Ovida, Peasant Girl **


"Someone is coming," said my 14 annuals sister, Naaele, looking up.
I was an annual more than Naaele as I turned 15 just two moons ago.

"You better keep working or Mama is gonna beat your bottom," I
replied as I pulled another weed from the garden.  I did not look up.
I did not like working the garden any more than Naaele did, but I
knew better than to not work hard.

It was late Janu, so planting and harvest time was still a few moons
away.  We needed every plant in the garden to grow during this annual
season of little food.  Between me, my sister, my 12 and 11 annuals
brothers and my 7 annuals sister, Oslinn, plus my Papa and Mama,
there were plenty of mouths to feed.

Naaele stood.  "Stangers coming!" she yelled out excitedly.  Visitors
were few and far between in our small village.

I turned my head to look this time.  I could see the dust cloud of 
the travellers in the distance.  Wow.  It was pretty big.  There must
be several of them.  I stood myself.  In the bright sunlight, I could
see the glint and reflection of metal.

"King's men!" said Naaele with a tinge of elation.

"They are coming from the wrong way," I said.  They were getting 
closer.  "Papa!  Mama!" I yelled out.  "Visitors!"

The wooden door to our home creaked open and my Mama and Papa stepped
out into the bright day.  Their hair look a little disheveled and
sweaty.  I briefly wondered why, but our entire family's focus went
now on the impending visitors.  My two brothers came from tending the
chickens and my little sister, hurried from the bushes.  Little
Oslinn hastily straightened down her dress.  All of us children
walked over to stand with Papa and Mama.

"They are from the King," said Papa, staring in the distance.  The
travellers grew closer.

"Are you sure?" said Mama.  I thought I heard a hint of concern in
her voice.

Papa was silent for a few moments as he looked out.  "Yes.  It is 
the royal collectors."

"No," said Mama.  Her voice trailed off.

"It *is* time," Papa said.

"Ovida!" Mama said to me.  "Get in the house!"

"Mama?"  I wanted to stay and see the royal visitors.

"Azeena," said Papa softly to my Mama.  "This day comes for all."

Mama yelled at me.  "Ovida!  I said 'Get in the house!'" 

"Azee," said Papa again softly.  He looked at me.  "Do as your Mama 
said."

I huffed into the house and slammed the door.  What about Naaele and
my other siblings?  They were still out there!  

"Go back to your chores," I heard Papa say.  

"Ohhh..." said my siblings.

I went to the shuttered window.  The window was shuttered so that the
frequent winds this time of the annual would not blow into the house
and cover the insides with dirt.  There was a gap between the window
sill and one of the shuttters.  The shutter had gradually warped over
time.  I peeked out.  Papa had his arm around Mama.  I could even see
the visitors.  They were very close now.

In a short time, I saw four men on gallant beautiful horses stop in
front of our home.  The men wore the green of the royal palace soldiers.
They indeed were men from our King.  Right behind the men was a team of
ten horses pulling a wood wagon.  From my vantage point, I could see the 
wagon had tall sides and a roof.  Perhaps, there was a door in the back.
I could not tell.   Upon the wagon were two more royal men driving the
horses and another man siting right behind them.  His shirt had red 
sleeves.  Another four men on steeds trailed the wagon.

The man with red sleeves stepped off the wagon.  He had a tuft of 
white beard on his chin.  He also had a scabbard attached to his side.
"Greetings," the man said.  "I am Boligven.  I come in the name of 
the King."  He pulled a scroll that I had not noticed out of his belt.
He opened the scroll and read from it.  "By decree of the King, the 
King hereby requires the presence of your daughter Ovida, who is now
of proper age, in the palace."

Me?  Did he want me in the palace?  A slight excitation came upon me.
But why would the King want me?  I am nobody from nowhere.  I had no
idea what this man, Boligven, would say such a thing.

I saw the man look around.  He obviously saw my two younger sisters, as
he paused briefly to look in their direction, but he then continued to
gaze around.

"This is not proper," my Mama said with an undertone of force.

"It is the decree of the King," said Boligven matter-of-factly.

"The King does not care about his people," said my Mama.  I could
definitely detect anger in her voice.

"Where is your daughter of age, woman?" asked Boligven.

My Mama was silent.

"The King..." began Boligven.

Mama interrupted and spat out the words, "The King can..."

"Azeena!"  my Papa hastily interrupted.  He pulled Mama into his
chest.

My eyes grew wide as I saw Boligven start to pull his blade out.
Would he have killed Mama?  Boligven pushed his sword back in.

"I should have told her and let her run away," sobbed Mama.

Boligven became alarmed.  "Did you tell her?  The King has decreed
no one to know until she reaches the palace.  You know the punishment
upon your family, if you tell.

"No,"  Mama shook her head.  "I did not tell."  She was crying.

"Ovida!" I saw and heard my Papa say my name.  "Come here!"

I bolted toward the door, but stopped right in front of it.  I was 
excited, yet a little frightened at the same time.

I slowly opened the door, then stepped up and stood in the doorway.

"Come here," Papa said.  His voice seemed strange.

I looked at Mama softly crying in Papa's arm.

Papa spoke.  "Ovida.  The King requires all 15 annual daughters to
spend some moons in the palace.  You are to go with this man.  
Listen to and obey what he says."

"Yes, Papa," I said quietly.  Inside me, I discovered I was excited.
I was going to the King's palace!  However, I held that excitment in 
for my Mama's sake.

"Come children!" called out Boligven.  "Say goodbye to your sister.
She is going to the royal palace for a few moons and then she will
return to you."

I gave each of my siblings a hug.  I hugged Naaele longer.  Papa 
kissed me on each cheek and then on my forehead.  Mama then hugged me
firmly. She held me for several moments, then abruptly released me
and ran inside our home.

Boligven looked at my sister.  "I pass greetings from the King," he
said.  "What is your name?"

"Naaele", she said.

"And how many annuals are you?"

"14"

"Well, next annual you will have the honor to go to the royal palace, 
just as your sister is so honored right now."  His voice sounded
overly sweet.

"Come," he then said to me.

I followed him to the back of the wagon.  As we approached, two of the
men on horses immediately dismounted and took out small wooden steps
from the back of the wagon.  They placed the steps on the ground.

"In you go," said Boligven.

I went up the steps.  Once I was in.  The two men returned the steps
back into the wagon.

Inside the wagon were three other girls.  One of them was a girl from
our village region named Refaala.  I did not know her very well.
The wagon was lined with benches on each side and in the front.  There
were blankets scattered around.  One of the girls had one wrapped
around her.  There were also several large baskets of fruit in the
middle.  The same girl ate an apple.

I sat down.  I eyed them and they eyed me, but we said nothing.  The
wagon lurched forward as the horses began to pull.  Out the back, I
saw the four riders follow.

It was just a very short time when the wagon stopped again.  I could
hear some voices outside, but could not hear what was said.  Soon,
the steps were taken out and another girl entered the wagon.  It was
my friend Amicaa.  I was glad to have a friend.

Seeing Amicaa reminded me that she had an older sister.  Amicaa's
sister had gone to the palace and come back.  I remembered asking
Amicaa to ask her sister what is was like.  Amicaa said her sister 
would not talk about it no matter how much she pleaded.  Amicaa's 
sister was soon married upon her return and soon discovered to be 
blessed with child.  A few moons after giving birth, Amicaa's sister
was blessed again and she now carried a second child.

I asked my Mama off and on over the annuals how a female comes to be
with child.  "It just happens," my Mama would always reply.  I most
distinctly remember seeing my Mama's belly swell up with my littlest
sister.  I remember the sounds of Mama's cries in the next room and
later the tears of her joy when somehow the child came out of her
belly.  This was all a great mystery to me.

Amicaa sat next to me and we hugged.  We then began to chat excitedly.
Amicaa's sister had seen her off.  Her sister had said it was mostly
good, but there were a couple of things she did not like.  She would
not tell Amicaa what though.  I talked about my Mama's reaction and
Amicaa was surprised.  Amicaa did say her own Mama did seem subdued.
Overall, we both agreed that it would be wonderful to be at the
palace.  To be away from the hard life we lived was an opportunity
not to be missed.  We were glad the King decreed that we should come.

The wagon stopped every so often and they let us out to walk around
and to expel from our bodies if we needed.  We picked up one more girl
that day and later stopped for the night.  We all got out of the wagon
and the men spread blankets on the ground.  We laid down and they
covered us with more blankets.  The blankets were so soft!  Boligven
charged the men to let no harm happen to any of us at the risk of
their own lives.  Boligven would say the same thing to the men each
night when we stopped to sleep.  Only two men stayed awake to guard
us, but when I awoke the next morning, two different men always
guarded us.

A fruit basket was placed on the ground and after all the girls had
selected something, the men also chose something.  I chose a smallish
purple fruit.  It was delicious!  I never tasted something so 
wonderful.  The juicyness was tantalizing.  At home, we has some 
grapevines and a few apple trees, but nothing like this purple fruit.
If this is what they always ate at the palace, I could not wait to get
there and see what other pleasures they had.  We drank at the nearby
stream before we reentered the wagon to continue on.

The journey lasted 5 nights and 5 days.  The view changed from the
dry land where I lived into a greener and tree-filled land.  I had
never seen land so beautiful.  I was now determined to stay in the 
palace forever or at the very least live in such a splendored land
and not where my Papa and Mama live.

We were a wagon of thirteen girls when the path behind us changed to
a road made of rocks and then we rode through a large village.  I had
never seen so many people together in one area.  There must have been
more than two hundred.  We started to go up a hill.  I and the other
girls had to fight to not slide into each other.  The wagon levelled
and soon stopped.  

Boligven poked his head into the back of the wagon.  "We are at the
palace grounds," he said.  "You must stay silent.  No talking.  Listen
to the people who will take care of you.  Obey what they tell you."

He disappeared and we sat there in silence.  The silence was broken by
a loud groaning sound.  This sound went on for several moments and
finally stopped.  The wagon started up and we went forward.  As we
continued, I saw we passed through two large gate doors.  The gate
groaned again as it began to close.

We passed through another village area and then out into a path that 
split a large pasture of green grass.  We stopped again for a short time.
I saw a second gate close behind us when we restarted.  I then saw the
most marvelous shiny and glowing things.  Everywhere around me were
things that reflected or glittered.  It was amazing.  I was taken out
of my revelry for the grandeur only by the stopping of the wagon.  

Boligven appeared again as the steps were placed down.  "Come."

I followed along with the other girls as we tried to see the splendor
of where we were.  Even the few steps up into the palace were made of
smooth rock.  What wonders!

Boligven stopped to speak to another man in the palace.  "From the 
Welago section of the kingdom."

"Very good," the man said to Boligven.  "We do not have a full moon
cycle yet."  He clapped his hands and an old woman appeared.  "Ladies.
This is Griffa.  Please follow her to your current accomodations.
Rest and relax.  You have had a long journey."

"Do not speak," said Griffa.  "Follow me."

I walked and looked at the beautiful structure we were in. Pillars
and paintings surrounded us.  I did not even know what a pillar or
a hallway or ivory or gold was before I came here.  This was my
first time to see such things.  I was just a peasant girl from the
far country of the kingdom, after all.

We entered a large room.  Six other girls where already here.  They
had arrived yesterday.  

Griffa spoke to us.  "Do not leave this room.  Talk and make friends.
You will all be together for Junu moon cycle with the King.  When
there are enough girls for a full cycle, a guardian will come and
take you to a better room.  I will check in on you every so often.
Again, do not leave this room."

We dispersed into the room.  This room was luxurious and yet the old
lady had said we go to an even better room.  How could that be?  My
eyes had already overloaded with pleasure.  Such splendor.

There was plenty of space on the floor for each of us to lay.  There
was fabric sewn together stuffed with chicken feathers.  It was
wonderfully soft to lay my head on when I slept.  I asked Griffa what
they were when she checked in on us.  She said they were pillows.
I was so happy to be here.  There was a smaller room attached to this
room.  In that room were pots that we could use to expel from our
body.  When I woke up the next morning, the used pots had been
replaced with clean ones.  All of us girls felt like princesses.

The next day there was nothing to do.  Amicaa and I hung together and
talked to the other girls and got to know them.  Griffa and some other
old ladies brought us breads and fruits and even a little meat like
chicken and fish.  I, like the other girls, went into sensation heaven
gobbling down the food.  It was the best chicken I had ever had.  I
did not like this fish.  The breads were even better than my Mama's.
I loved my Mama's food, but this was so much, more tasty.

The next day, just after the noon meal, nine more girls joined us.
There were 28 of us in the room now.  We were certainly a variety of
girls.  One girl even had exotic red colored hair.  My light brown
hair was darker right now because of the dirt of garden work and just
the fact I came from a dirt land.  Amicaa's hair was more blonde and
a little wavy.  I alway told her I wish I had hair like hers.  She
always told me that she wanted straight brown hair like mine.  Most of
the girls had peasant dresses like I did, but a few of the girls had
dresses with ruffles on the sleeves or beads on the front.  It did not
seem fair that such a girl got to come to the palace too.  They looked
like they had so much already.  Initially, Amicaa and my early 
friendships aligned with the girls more like us and the richer girls
associated more with each other.

I was not ungrateful for all I have received already.  The fine food and
the extremely comfortable sleeping place, but I was disappointed that I
was still wearing my same old shabby dress.  When I was younger, I once
saw a lady in a beautiful dress.  It was so exotic.  I imagined that in
the palace, the dresses were even finer than that lady's dress.

Griffa woke all of us up early the next morning.  "Everybody up, 
everybody up," she said.

Some of the girls groaned to be wakened and were sluggish, but while 
it took me a moment to shake the cobwebs out of my head, I was up fast
and eager.

"Come, come," Griffa said in her soft, gentle tone.  "Up, up.  Line 
up.  Line up."  I, Amicaa, and some of the other first girls lined up
ready to follow each other.  "No, no," Griffa said.  "Look forward.
Face me."

"I need to expel," one girl said, anxiously.

"Go, go.  Hurry, hurry," said Griffa in her urgent but kindly way.

Once we were all lined up, Griffa said, "Stay as you are.  Do not 
move.  Do not speak."  One girl started to say something.  "Silence!"
Griffa said, a little more sternly.

Griffa left.

We stood still and some girls grew impatient and started to look
around.  I wanted to be odedient and just glanced occassionally at
Amicaa.  She was a little bit shorter than me.  We smiled at each
other.  I could see she was equally excited as I was.  Today looked
to be a day of new adventures.  The palace was fabulous, but I wanted
to see more than just this room and girls as plain as I was.

"Hello, girls!" said a loud male voice.  I jumped from the sound and
so did half the girls.  The girls who were looking around quickly 
looked forward.

"Hello, girls," the man said again as he came before our view.  He had
a giant smile on his face that immediately put me at ease.  He looked
not quite 40 annuals to me.  He was barely dressed.  He wore sandals
on his feet.  He wore a plain white shirt that only covered his back
and sides.  His bare chest was fully exposed.  He was muscular.  His
butt was covered by a cloth and the cloth was held up by a thin strap
of material around his waist which also held a dagger in its sheath by
his side.  The man's front side was completely uncovered.  What caught
my attention and most of the other girls was that there were no sacks
around his staff.  

I knew what a man's staff looked like.  I had seen my two brothers 
often enough at home.  They both had two sacks that hung next to
their staffs.  I had even seen my Papa's staff when he expelled 
though not since I started to have a blood time every moon and my
breasts started to grow.  Papa had two sacks around his staff.  One
memorable night when I was only 7 annuals, I was frightened by a bad
dream and went into my Papa and Mama's room. Mama was pulling her
dress off, but Papa was naked on their sleeping area.  His staff was
huge.  Much bigger than I ever seen.  Not only that, it was
standing straight up.  It looked very different.  It did not look soft
at all as I had seen it before.  Papa hastily covered himself with a
blanket and Mama pushed her dress back down.  She hastily comforted me
and sent me back to my room.  I never did see Papa's staff like that
again. 

"I'm Pollee," the man said and he opened his big arms wide in greeting
as if he was holding us all.  "And for the next moons, I am going to
be your Mama!"

Some of the girls giggled and I cracked a smile.

"So you have any questions, you come see Pollee.  And I am also your
Papa, so if anybody gives you a problem whether it is another girl or
somebody else in the palace, you let Pollee know so I can take care of
it."

"When can we do something beyond stay in this room?" one girl to the 
right of me boldly said.

Pollee smiled.  "In just a short time.  So," He clapped his hands
together.  "Eat your sunup meal and I will come back soon and we
will take you out of this trash room and start showing you some 
wonders and pleasures of this place."  And with that he left.

One girl said,  "He called *this* a trash room.  I can hardly imagine
what the other places are like."  And with that there was a buzz in 
the room and we all were in high spirits.

Pollee came back later than I expected.  "All ready?" he said with
his ever present enthusiasm.  "Line up and follow me."

We followed Pollee out and he led us outside and into a large circular
building just across the path.  We then walked down a wide corridor
in the building and stopped at large double doors.  "Wait," he said
to the first girl in the line.  He pushed open the right-side door
and then the other side opened also.  Two men were on each side of
the doors holding them open.  

I could see flowers and water through the doors, but not too much yet.

"What is your name?" Pollee asked the first girl.

"Grzaha," she said.

Pollee then talked to us all.  "Beautiful girls, this is what you are
going to do.  As I instruct, you will enter one at a time.  Take off
your filthy dress and put it in the big basket here.  You will not 
need such clothes in the King's palace."  My heart thrilled.  At last,
this ugly dress of mine would be no more.  I wondered what beautiful
clothes I would wear.  Pollee continued.  "Take off your footwear and
put them in the other basket next to it and then walk forward and line
up and face the men in the room."  I could not see any men from my view
place in line.

"Grzaha," said Pollee to the first girl.  "One."  

Grzaha looked hesitant but Pollee nodded with a smile.  Grzaha stepped
into the room, pulled her dress off and dropped it in the basket.  She
then removed her sandals.

"Stop at the yellow mark on the floor," said Pollee.  He watched her
walk in, spot the mark, stand on it, and turn.  I assumed in front of
men that I could not see yet.

"Two," said Pollee.

I was number twenty-two in Pollee's count, right after Amicaa.  I 
pulled off my dress and gleefully dropped it in the big basket.  I
was happy to never see that dress again.  Now, I appreciated my Mama
for making it for me, but this was the palace.  I was living in 
royalty.  I walked in and I saw three men.  Two men were standing
next to baskets full of scrolls.  The third man was standing by a
pedestal.  He had an open scroll laid out in front of him and a quill
in his hand.  The men were dressed similarly to Pollee and likewise
they had staffs without sacks.

I looked to my right at a fountain.  It was in the middle of a large
pool.  Water gently trickled out of the top and the most beautiful
flowers surrounded the fountain.  The flowers were all types and sizes
and the most brilliant yellows and purples and blues and whites and 
more.  My eyes feasted in their beauty.

"Arms by your sides, girls," came Pollee.  He was in front of us.
All 28 girls were in line now.  I noticed a few girls drop their arms.

Pollee walked the length of the line down to Grzaha in the front and
then back down to girl 28.  He looked at us.  I shivered a little.  I
was getting cold.  I was eager for my new clothes.

Pollee started to walk back up the line when he stopped.  "What is 
this?" he said with a bit of outrage.  He walked forward toward where
I was and I looked at the other girls nearby me.  Who was doing 
something they should not do?

To my surprise and shock, he grabbed my breasts and hefted them in his
hands.  He released them.  "How many annuals are you?" he asked.

"Fif-fifteen," I stammered.

"Is that the truth?"

"Y-yes," I responded.

"Alright," he said and backed away.  "We will see soon enough."

I looked up and down the line.  My breasts were obviously bigger than
all the other girls.  Back home, I knew I was bigger than Amicaa, but
I thought nothing of it.  My sister Naaele was smaller than me, but I
now realized her breasts were bigger than any of the girls here. 
Refaala, from my village, I knew was small, but again I thought
nothing of it before.

Pollee started at Grzaha, girl number one, and asked us each a series
of questions.  Often he had to remind the girls to call him Pollee and
not 'sir'.  The King you called 'sire', everyone else you could call
by their name.  He was Pollee.  Eventually, it was my turn to answer
questions.

"Name, mother's name, and region," Pollee asked.

"I am Ovida, my mother is Azeena.  I am from Welago region of the
kingdom."

The scribe wrote.  The other two historians searched the scrolls and
pulled out one.  It was easy to find since Amicaa answered right 
before me.  Pollee waited for confirmation from them.  

"She is accepted," said one.  

I breathed out.  I did not realize I was holding my breath.  No girl
had been rejected in the line and I did not want to be the first."

"When was your last..." Pollee said, but became frustrated at the
talking going on behind him.  "What?" said Pollee angrily.

"She's...she's a..." said the historians.

Pollee yanked the scroll from them and scanned it.  "Well, well, 
well."  He looked at me.  "She a three."  He now looked me up and 
down.  What was a three?  "The King will like her."  He handed the 
scroll back to the historians.  Would the King actually want to meet
me?

Pollee continued his questions to me.  "Are you on the blood time?"

"No"

"When was your last blood time?

I heard these questions asked to the 21 girls before me, but even
still when it was asked of me, it felt strange.  "I think 20 days,"
I answered.

"Have you ever put anything into your blood opening?"

"The King has forbidden it," I answered.  That was the strangest 
question of all.  Why would I want to put anything into such a small
opening?  Plus, every moon when I bled, I was unclean.   I would ask
Amicaa what she thought the questions meant later.

When the last girl was done, the scribe and the historians left. Only
three of the girls were currently on the blood time.

"Girls!" said Pollee cheerfully.  "Into the pool for a bath.  Here in
the palace, we like to smell good.  That is the way the King likes it."

I was glad to hear this.  After the five day journey here and the few
days in the palace, I was past my every seven days bath.  I liked the
bath.  I liked the feel of clean skin, but at home we could not waste
water on more frequent baths.

We slipped into the pool.  Surprisingly, the water was warm.

"Girls," said Pollee.  "You must always stay on the green tile.  Never
stray onto the other colored tile.  I may be your Mama, but Mamas
sometime have to punish you.  You will always be green."

The pool was made out of something called marble and so was the 
fountain.  The whole room was marble pillars and floors and walls in
many different colors.  The pool was huge and shaped like a four-leaf
clover.  I looked down at the green tile under my foot in the pool.
To the left, I could see yellow tile and to my right blue tile.  On
the other side of the pool in the other leaf, I assumed was another
color.  Flowers lined the sides of the pool except at the steps that
dropped down deeper into the pool.  I walked toward the fountain.
At its deepest, the water only came up to just below my breasts.

Other men came with baskets.  Again, they were men without sacks 
around their staffs.

Pollee spoke as the men put the baskets down,  "Here are some soaps
and scrubs to clean your skin.  Most of you probably do not know what
any of this is, but they help to make you very clean.  All the most
beautiful women use them.  Also, there are some oils here.  Put some
on your head and rub it into your hair.  It will make your hair clean
and very beautiful."

The girls rushed to the steps to get to the items.  Since I was by
the fountain and farther away, I had to wait for most of the girls
to clear out before I could get some.

"Clean all of your body," said Pollee.  "Even around your blood
opening.  Find a buddy to help wash your back."

I locked eyes with Amicaa.  I walked through the water over to her
with my items.  Pollee slipped of his sandals and sat at the pool
with his feet on the first step.  He watched over us like a Mama.

"Did you try the stuff for your hair, yet?" Amicaa asked me.

"I only have some soap, so far," I replied.

"Do not get any hair soap in your eyes.  It stings a little."

"Thanks."  I appreciated the warning.  "Let me try this out before
we wash each others backs," I told her.

"Okay."

"Hey, you.  Praalo...right?" said Pollee.

I looked over and saw a girl nod.

"You girls with bigger breasts need to get under them.  It gets 
stinky under there."

Some girls laughed but I think Praalo felt embarrassed.  She washed
under her breasts.  I made sure I did also.

I reached between my legs and cleaned my blood opening.  I ran the
soap over the coarse hairs and into the folds.  I always got a nice
little sensation when I rubbed the area right above my folds.

"I like to do that, too," said Amicaa, quietly.

"What?" I said in shock.

"I know that face," she said with a sly smile.  "I know the feel.
Your little bud.  I like to rub my bud."

"Yeah," I smiled back.  I did not like the knowledge she could tell so
easily.

We washed each other's back.  Some of the girls were having a splash
fight.  I got some of the hair soap and remembering Amicaa's caution
hesitantly rubbed it in.  It created bubbles on my head.

"Here, let me help you do your back," Amicaa said.  I appreciated
that as she rubbed the special soap into my long hair.

I lowered my head underwater.  I did it several times.  Much of the
dirt and soap bubbles that I and all the girls created floated away.
There was a slight current in this pool.  I liked a lot how my hair
looked.  It looked lighter.  Lighter than I remember it.  The top of
my head felt so clean.  This was wonderful.

We stayed in the pool for a while.  We just had fun.  Some of the
girls tried each of the different kinds of soaps, others just 
assembled in a circle and talked.  There was much laughter.

"I wonder why he asked us about our blood times?" I said to Amicaa.

Praalo happened to hear and walked over.  She said, "I wonder that
too.  They did not treat the girls with blood times any differently,
though."

"It looked like the scribe made a mark," said Amicaa.

Standing next to Praalo, her breasts did not seem that big.  Mine
were much bigger.  Praalo's breasts were smaller than my sister 
Naaele's breasts.  Was Praalo the second biggest in the group?  I
started to take some pride that my breasts were the biggest.
Hopefully, bigger breasts were a good thing.

Amicaa continued to speak, "I do know that when my sister was blessed 
with child, she did not have blood times.  One or two moons after the 
child came out, her blood times returned.  Now, that she is blessed 
with child again, her blood times stopped again."

"Maybe Pollee wants to know if any of us are blessed with child,"
said Praalo.

"None of us our married," I corrected.  "We cannot be blessed."

"That is true," said Praalo.

"Maybe we will be married here, blessed with child, and live in the
palace forever," said Amicaa dreamily.

I liked her dream.

Pollee stood up and walked over to a basket with a lid on the edge
of the pool.  "Come on out, girls!"  He took the basket lid off and
pulled out a white towel.  I had never seen material as white as that.
Pollee handed a towel to each girl as we came out of the pool.

The towel was the softest material I ever felt.  As a peasant girl
like me, every thing is new, but still I was constantly amazed at the
wonder of it all.   The experiences in just these few days were so much
for me, I could barely take it in.  The towel was so gentle on my skin.
It was not at all like the scratchy material back home.   I dried my
breasts and even my blood opening without the need to be cautious of
hurting myself. 

Pollee clapped his hands.  "Line up in a row.  One at of a time step
up and put the wet towel back in the basket..."  He opened another 
basket next to the towel basket.  "...and then I will slip this robe
on you."

The robe looked simply beautiful.  The first sight of it brought a
whisper from the girls.  When it was my turn and Pollee slipped mine
on me, I was in bliss.  The robe was made of a material called silk.
My robe had the most beautiful hues of red and yellow and purple 
and...and...and any color you could think of and some you probably
could not.  I saw one of the girls discovered a tie, so you could
close the robe.  I copied her.

All the robes were a different arrangement of colors.  I liked mine
the best.  We giggled in euphoria.  We bounced around to each other
looking at each others robes.  A couple of girls traded but like I
said, I was very happy with mine.

"This feels so enchanting," said Praalo.  Just in the short time in
the pool, she had become a friend to Amicaa and me.  She arrived in
the last group of girls.  She was from the Vettinia region of the
kingdom and it sounded like it was much like Amicaa's and my home.

I smiled and nodded enthusiatically.  Amicaa just sighed in pleasure
and kept feeling the material.

"Girls," said Pollee with his now familiar hand clap.  "Line up and
prepare to follow me."  We went through a door connected to the pool
room.   Another man without sacks around his staff closed the door
behind us but did not enter.

The room we entered was circled with flowering plants.  It smelled
delightful in here.   Colorful materials were draped on the walls.
Shiny bronze and silver objects were mounted high up on the walls.
Some were ornate shields.  The center of the floor was almost entirely
covered with a soft woven rug.  It felt soft to my bare feet.  This
side of the large room was open.   There were chairs and benches with
material on the seats.  A place to sit and talk.  Nearby was a table
with breads and fruits and vegetables and jugs.  Just beyond that were
28 raised sleeping benches arranged 4 rows by 7 columns.  These beds
had big pillows and warm, lovely blankets.  I had never slept off the
floor before.  What if you fell off a bed while you slept?  Would not
that hurt?

"Girls!  Welcome to your new home for the next few moons," said Pollee.
"On the table will be the finest foods and plenty of water.  Only the
best for you because we want you fit and healthy.  Down there," he
pointed, "are comfortable beds to rest during the night and even 
during the day if you want.  Through there," he pointed to a door
opening behind the cloth-covered benches and between two pink flowered
plants, "are pots for expel.  We channelled a little stream to run in
there that you can wash your hands and face with to stay clean.  There
are also red cloths to clean yourself up during blood time.  Follow me."

We walked towards the beds and then to the right.  The flowers had 
obscured a large opening in our room.  We walked out onto a covered
patio and then into a large open grassy area.  There were a few trees
scattered about.  Some were blossoming with delicate white and yellow
flowers,  This was magnificent.  We walked out onto the grass.  The
texture and feel on my feet was completely pleasing.  The outside area
was surrounded by a large wall but why would anyone want to leave
anyway?

"In that basket over there," said Pollee pointing to it on the patio,
"are some blankets you can lay out on the grass and so you may lay out
in the sun.  Now come on over here."

We followed him back on the patio to a tall multi-shelf cabinet.  On
the shelves were many flasks of liquids, bowls of pastes, bowls of
creams, and bowls of flower petals.

Pollee explained them.  "Here are things to make you look beautiful.
Rub them on your bodies.  Try different items until you find the ones
that make you the most beautiful and smell the best.  Girls."  He 
clapped his hands to make sure he had our attention.  "Your task for
the next few moons is to make yourself as beautiful and lovely and
pretty as you can be for the King.  I must say you all are very pretty,
but Pollee has been around and I know how beautiful you can truly look."

He changed subjects.  "Now you are not going to see that many people
for a while.  Just each other and me, your lovely Mama."  We all 
laughed.  "Now get along with each other.  In a few days, you will see
some other girls at the pool who have been here longer, but mostly it
will just be me and you.  Now Pollee must get going.  I will see you
around the mid-sun meal time."  He left out another door near the
beds.

We explored our new surroundings.  A couple of girls expressed some
panic when it was discovered the door to the pool and the door near
the beds were locked.  I did not care.  Why would I want to leave?  I
would only likely get myself in trouble if I wandered around.  They
would punish me and send me home.  I planned to stay as long as I
could.  The stream in the expel room was manmade.  It was made to flow
through a marble channel.  The water came in one side from a small hole
in the wall and out the other side through another small hole and
apparently under the outside patio.

Later, I walked outside with Amicaa and Praalo.  We each carried a few
flower petals in our hands.  I rubbed the petals lightly and curiously
on my skin.

"Is not it wonderful to be princesses?" said Amicaa.  She spun around,
her robe flowing out, and she almost stumbled.  We laughed.

Amicaa grabbed one of my petals and rubbed it on her forearm and then
raised her arm to her nose to smell.  "I like these ones better," she
said, holding the petals in her hand out to me.

I took a couple and rubbed them on my arm and then smelled.  "Yeah,
this smells nicer," I agreed.  Praalo took a couple of petals from
Amicaa's hand, also.

Pollee and other sackless men brought the mid-sun meal and later the
sundown meal.  Each time, he stayed a time and asked if we were trying
out the beauty oils and creams and encouraged us to do so.

The three of us friends slept in a row.   On one side, I was next to a
girl named Yiilxpena who went by Yiil and on the other side Amicaa.  
Praalo was on the next bed over.  I slept soundly and I am glad to say
I did not fall off.

The next morning, Pollee arrived with the sunup meal.  Before we could
eat, he had us line up before him.  With a scribe behind him, he asked
us each if were in blood time.  The scribe wrote down whether a girl
said 'yes' or 'no', I think.  Pollee then left us and did not return
until about midway between sunup meal and mid-sun meal.  He led us
into the pool room.  We dropped our robes and entered the pool.  We 
spent time in the pool until about mid-sun.  Pollee again encouraged
us to try the scented soaps and hair soaps and creams.  He poured some
liquid from a flask and the water became scented.  The rest of the day
I spent in our room and outside on the grass.

That was our routine for the following five days and nights.  Morning
blood time questions from Pollee, the sunup meal, pool time, and then
the room and outside as we chose, plus visits from Pollee to check in
on us.  He began to look at our bodies and sometimes commented to a
girl that a part of her body started to look good.  I have to admit, I
was not that interested in all the creams and oils.  Amicaa was into
it all, but I had not noticed any difference in her.  Life was fairly
simple, but it sure beat pulling weeds in the hot dry sun.  The only
thing I still had to wear was this robe.  I loved the robe, but I was
eager to wear some exotic clothes.

On day eight, Pollee appeared to us earlier than previously and 
without the sunup meal.  We lined up and answered his daily question.
My breasts ached and I knew my blood time was soon, but I did not
bleed yet, so I said 'no'.

"Pool time will now be before the sunup meal," Pollee announced.  
"Come."

This time when we entered the pool room, I saw girls enter the pool
on the yellow tiles.  They were to the left of us.  I noticed their
bodies had a smoothness to them.

After I disrobed and entered the water, Amicaa whispered to me,
"She has no hair."

"What?" I whispered back, confused.

"The blood opening."

Amicaa was right.  The girls entering the water on the yellow tile
had no hair around their blood openings.

I heard some sounds on the other side and looked.  More girls walked
into the pool room.   They were naked when they came out.  None of
them had hair around her blood opening.  The girls walking into the
water on the blue tile were beautiful.  Their skin was gold-bronzed
and even in color.  Their hair shined and glimmered.  They were
gorgeous.

"Who are these girls? I asked Pollee.

"Those girls have been here three moons longer that you.  They have
made themselves beautiful just as the King requires.  They are loyal
to the King and have devoted themselves to being beauty in his sight.
As you have seen, everything is beautiful here.  We are fortunate that
we have a King who desires to have so much beauty around him."

I slipped fully into the water while still looking at the beautiful
girls.  Amicaa pulled on my wrist and I followed her over to Praalo
who was near the tile edge.  We were near some of the yellow tile
girls.  I felt uncomfortable knowing that under the water, she had a 
hairless blood time.  It was a strange sight.

I saw some girls on the opposite of us.  Most of those girls were
blocked from view by the fountain but those on the edge could be seen.

"What color is over there?" I asked a yellow tile girl.

"Red," she said.

"I'm Ovida," I said.

"Maudiaa."

"How long have you been here?"

"Just more than one moon."

I lapsed into silence, not sure what to say.

"Do you like it here?" I asked.

"You do not?  We are all princesses!  I never want to leave"

"Oh, I like it.  I feel the same way already."  I did not want to
give her the impression I was not happy.  I had made up my mind to
stay also.

"The King is good to us," said Maudiaa.  "He did not have to bring
us here."

"Yes," I said and lapsed back into silence.

"Um..." I spoke up.  "None of you have hair around your blood 
opening."

"Yes."

"How...how come?"

"The King has decreed that we cannot speak of it with a girl who
still has hair at her blood opening."

I heard Amicaa sigh in frustration.  She obviously was listening.

As we toweled dry, we noticed our robes were gone.  Pollee explained,
"Did you not notice the beauty of the other girls?  Is beauty to be
hidden?   No beauty is to be seen.  In the splendor of the palace,
there is only the best.  We must uphold that standard.  If you are
in the sun, the sun will golden your skin but not underneath clothing.
Clothing only hinders the sight of your beauty and hinders the further
beauty you are to attain."

I did not mind my nakedness, but I did like my robe.

I did not neglect the lotions and creams like I had before.  I was
eager to look as lovely as the girls from the blue tiles.  I thought
they looked like how a true princess would look.

Unfortunately, the sky was dark this morning, so I could not lay in
the sun.  Soon it rained.  The chill of the air made my nipples erect.
Between that and my impending blood time,  my breasts felt very sore.
By that sundown, my blood time had come.  I went to the expel room
and cleaned myself up.  I watched the red of my blood float down the
stream.  

I answered 'yes' to Pollee's question the next day.

The next day during pool time, one of the sackless men who helped 
bring us meals helped Pollee watch us.  After a short time, Pollee
started calling us girls, two at a time, to come with him.  I stayed
close to Amicaa, so we would be called together and it worked.

I toweled off next to Amicaa and we followed Pollee a short way into 
a hallway and then left throught a door into a room.  Four sackless
men were already in the room standing near two taller beds.

"Sit on the end of the beds and then lay back," Pollee told us.  We
did as we were told.  I noticed the metal chains hanging from the
ceiling.  

Each of my legs was lifted by a man and clamped to the chains above.
This was not comfortable.  I did not like this restrained feeling.  I
glanced at Amicaa and saw she was likewise discomforted.

"Open your mouth," Pollee said.  I did but then realized he was 
talking to Amicaa.  He put a rolled towel in her mouth.  "Now bite
down."  She did.  "Now you," he said to me.

What was the purpose of this?  My legs were lifted up in the air and
split open.  A towel was in my mouth.  Were we not princesses?

I felt something slathered on my blood opening.  It felt sticky and
clung to me.  I then felt a cloth pressed against my blood opening and
cover it.

Pollee stood between the tables.  "Take my hands," he said.  I reached
out and held his left hand.  He sounded sorrowful.  "Now squeeze my 
hands hard, my beauties.  Hard!"

I squeezed Pollee's hand a little hard, but then I felt the cloth
pulled away from my blood opening and I instantly squeezed his hand
for all my life.  It was torment.  I could feel the hairs around my
blood opening ripping out of my skin.  I bit down on the towel as 
strong as I could.  My face beaded in sweat.  I whimpered and cried
when it finally stopped.  My blood opening raged in pain.

"Good girls," Pollee soothed  "That's the worse of it.  A little bit
more to get what was missed."

More?  I could not handle more.  I felt more slather put on my blood
opening and a cloth placed again.  I started to tremble in 
apprehension.

"Squeeze again, my beauties," Pollee said.

I clamped down as hard as I could but the pain enveloped my body.

"You are doing great," praised Pollee  "Just a little touch up."

With my entire blood opening feeling like it was on fire, the little
sharp pricks of individual hairs yanked out were hardly noticeable.
There were several of those.  I heard Amicaa yelp into her towel
when her individuals were yanked out.

Pollee shook his hands free of ours.  He stood in front of Amicaa's
blood opening and then mine.  "Beautiful," he said.  "Such beauty
should not be hidden.  You girls are much more beautiful than you
were before.

I felt a cream coating placed on my blood opening.  I flinched for I
did not want any more pain.

"This is a salve," said Pollee.  "This will ease the pain."  It did
soothe my blood opening some, but just a little.  I still felt agony.
"Apply this salve regularly.  It will also prevent hair from growing
back at your blood opening.  Unfortunately, it does nothing to hair
that is already there.  If you let the hair grow back, we will have
to do this again.  I really do not like doing this to you.  Mama loves
all her girls."

My legs were released and the towel taken out of my mouth.  Pollee
picked up Amicaa in his arms and left.  Very shortly, he returned and
picked me up.  He exited the door and opened the door right across
the hall.  The door turned out to be the door Pollee always entered
when he came into our room.  He laid me on my bed.  I turned on my
side and he covered me.  He then left.  I cried until I fell asleep.

I vaguely remember a sundown meal delivered, but I was not hungry.
In the cobwebs of my mind, I recall Pollee checking on each girl.
I believe he rolled me on my back and recoated my blood opening with
salve.  He then rolled me back on my side and recovered me with
blankets.

The next day, it was difficult to clean myself up.  My blood opening
felt too sore to my own touch.  Another girl in blood time cried out
when she brushed the red towel of blood time along her folds.

I sought out the salve.  I sat gently in a chair and carefully spread
the salve over my blood opening.  I cautiously opened my folds and
with my finger ran the salve within it.  I peered curiously at my
blood opening.  It looked like my little sister Oslinn's now.  She
was only 7 annuals.  Oslinn's blood opening was so clean and simple.
Now mine was also.

All the girls were disappointed when Pollee made us go to the pool.
We just wanted to sleep or lay around.  The water stung against my
blood opening, but soon I tolerated the dull pain and ignored it.

Maudiaa, the yellow tile girl, commented to me that I was now hairless.
I did not feel like talking.

Over the next few days, my pain faded until it was gone.  I used the
salve twice a day even though Pollee said you only need to use it once.
I think all of the girls used the salve morning and night.  No one 
wanted to go through the hair removal again.

The next ten or so days, I could see Amicaa was starting to look very
beautiful.  She said the same of me but I could not see it in me.

One sunup, Pollee said as we stood in line up for the blood time 
question, "Today is one moon since you came.  You girls are looking,
so beautiful.  You make a Mama proud."  He put his hand on his chest
in emotional expression and I could see a couple of tears in his eyes.
"But I know you can be even more beautiful.  Be so beautiful that 
everyone looks at you.  You will be the joy of the King."

Later in the pool, the blue tile girls never came out.  A girl asked
Pollee about that.

Polled answered, "They have been rewarded for their beautiful bodies.
Their reward is a visitation with the King.  In a couple more moons,
you also will have exquisite bodies.  The King will forget all about
those girls because you will be the best.  The most beautiful ever."
Pollee sure knew how to make a girl feel good.

Seven days later, the blue tiled section of the pool was filled with
girls that looked like us when we first arrived to the palace.  I
enjoyed not telling the girl who asked me why my blood opening was
hairless.  The blue tile girls would know soon.  Besides Pollee told
us we were not permitted to say anything to the new girls.  I 
did not like going through the hairless procedure, but I thought I
now had one of the most beautiful blood openings compared to the
other girls.  I thought Praalo's was not very pretty, but I would
never tell her that.

One of the new things we started to do during the 2nd moon at the
palace was stretch open our blood openings.  A little after sunup
meal, we laid on our beds and Pollee walked around saying "Stretch"
and then "Relax".

Later whle outside sunning, Amicaa asked, "Did you notice how much 
better it feels now to rub your bud at the top of your blood opening?"

"Yeah," I sighed. "It feels really good."

"I know Pollee says not to do that," Amicaa continued, "but it's hard
not to.  I want to keep doing it so much that I can hardly resist.  
I am afraid I am going to get in trouble."

"You better not or you *will* get in trouble."

"You ever get that floating feeling when you rub it?"

"Sometimes," I replied.

"I get it all the time."

"You were sort of embarrasing to be around in the pool a couple of
days ago."

"Sorry," she said.  "I wish I could be alone.  I worry that I will
be too loud.  There is a feeling that grows inside me and I want it
more and more, but it makes me cry out in pleasure."

"You know what, Amicaa?" I asked.

"What?"

"You are sometimes too weird, but I still love you."


Time passed into the third moon.  Only the yellow tile girls were
more beautiful than us now.

We also started a new thing.  Pollee selected four girls at a time
by bed rows.  The second group of girls selected were Yiil, Amicaa,
Praalo, and myself.  Pollee took us to a different room to learn this.

When I entered the room, I saw four pairs of plaster legs and feet.
They were arranged like this:

_/\_    _/\_    _/\_    _/\_

At the top of the legs were some fabric that hung down and two round
balls of fabric.  There were two sackless men in the room where Pollee
brought us.  Also, very unique to this room was that it had a lower
level.  Four sackless men were below.  There was also a small fire
down below.

"Okay, girls," Pollee said with his hand clap.  "Listen to these two
teachers and do what they say. I will be back in a very short time."

Pollee left and and one of the men said gruffly, "Each of you get on
your hands and knees between a pair of legs."

I did not like him immediately just by the way he talked.  We ended
up going between the legs in the same order we slept on the beds, Yil,
myself, Amicaa, and Praalo.

"Crawl up between the legs until your head is in the middle," he
snapped.

 From here I could see the fabric attached between the legs was several
layers of silk sewn together.  The silk was made in the shape of a
man's staff.  The staff had the properly shaped crown and everything.
It was very realistic except for the fabric color which was bluish.
The two round fabric balls were a man's sacks.

"Okay," said the other man.  He had a kinder voice. "Put the staff in
your mouth and suck on it."

I lifted it up with my hand and noticed there was a small opening in
the crown of the staff as was used when a man expelled.  The fabric
staff was limp and not easy to suck on.  I did not neglect to do what
I was told.  I was obedient.

Since the drop off to lower level started right at the fabric staffs,
I noticed the four men below warming four plaster staffs over the small
fire.   The four staffs all had a reddish hue.  As I sucked on the
fabric, I noticed a lower man nod at an upper man.

"Halt!" said Gruff.  "Mouths off the staffs!"

In unison, the four of us lifted our heads.

"Erect!" said Gruff.

 From underneath, each lower man inserted one of the plaster staffs
into a fabric staff.  The fabric stretched with the plaster staff.  
The staff was much bigger now.  It stood straight up and now had a
mottled purple color with blue and red.

"Okay, girls," said the other man.  I thought he sounded to me like
he had a girl voice.  "Continue to suck."

Sucking on the staff was easy now.  I did not even have to use my hands
now which made it easier.  Plus the staff was warm now in my mouth, so
it felt pleasant.

"Girls," said Girl-voice.  "Move your mouth up and down on the staff.
Tighten your lips around it.  Also, use your tongue.  Lick the sides.
Lick the top."

As I prepared to go down on the staff, I noticed the plaster staff was
hollow.  It had the same expel opening as the fabric one did.

"What is your name?" Girl-voice said.  I turned my head to see if he
was speaking to me.

"Amicaa," said my friend next to me.

"Go up and down on the staff again.  Girls, watch how she does it."

We watched Amicaa go up and down.  She alternated with lips closed
and use of her tongue.  She has an enthusiasm to this task I did not
have.  I knew she wanted to be the best.  She was perhaps more
motivated to permanently stay in the palace than all the girls.

I imitated Amicaa's motion on the staff before me.

In just a short time, Gruff said, "Halt!"

We did.

"Stand up and line up single column."

We stayed in the same order.

Girl-voice opened the door and Pollee entered with a big smile on his
voice.

"Good girls!" he enthused.

As we walked back to our room, I was glad this new thing was over so
soon.  We did not do it for very long, but my mouth bone ached.

The next day, we did the same things on the staffs except this time
Girl-voice added one thing.

"Girls," he said.  "When I count to three, hold your mouth as deep 
down on the staff as you can.  One - Two - Three - Down!"

I pushed my mouth down until I felt it bump against the back of my
throat and then I stopped.

"Close your lips around the staff," he said.

I did and breathed through my nose.

We held it for several moments and then he said "Up."

I breathed a little deeper when I raised off.  Again he said "Down!"

I quickly went down, maybe a little too quickly, as I gagged briefly.
I raised up a little and then went back down on the staff to a 
comfortable place in my mouth.

"Up!  Good.  Now keep practicing everything with all the sucking and
tongue and lips and now use 'down' as part of what you do."

I obeyed as I should.  Out of the corner of my eye I watched Amicaa
practically attack her staff.  I could not comprehend why we were doing
this task.  It was just one more thing I did not understand about
palace life.

The next day added more perplexity to my mind.  Girl-voice immediately
has us practice the sucking and licking and down movements on the 
staffs.  We practiced until Gruff gave his "halt" command.

Girl-voice gave us more instructions, "As you continue to practice,
also listen.  You will hear..."

"Coming!" barked Gruff loudly.

"Immediately put your mouth down over the staff and hold it there.
Just as you learned before.  Now continue to practice."

I returned to my task.  Amicaa was her usual fervor.  We practiced
for a time without break.  I was eager to hear the words so I could
just hold and rest.  I did not see how Amicaa could keep up her pace.

I noticed the four lower men carrying small water skins.  Perhaps,
they would give us a drink.  That would be most welcome.  One man
went below each of us girls.  I saw my man raise the bag up.  I think
the skin's point went into the plaster staff.  I expected something to
happen soon, but nothing did.  The sackless man below me simply held
motionless.  I quickly forgot about him and practiced licking up and
down the length of the staff.  I needed to try something new.  This
was boring and not fun.

"Coming!" yelled out Gruff.

I was startled by the loud voice at first, but quickly gained my wits
and lowered my mouth down over the staff.  As soon as I did, I felt
a hard liquid squirt up and out of the staff and into my mouth.  It
was apple juice!  It was delicious.  I loved apple juice, but I had
only tasted it a few times in my life.  What a wonderful treat!

"Drink, drink, drink," instructed Girl-voice.  "Do not let it spill
out of you mouth.  Swallow it.  Swallow all of it."

The man below lowered his skin and walked away.  I understood he had 
squeezed the skin and it had shot up through the opening in the
staff.

Girl-voice instructed more.  "Any juice that is spilled.  Clean it up
with your tongue."

There was a little juice on my staff, but overall I had done a good
job of swallowing the delicious apple juice.  I savored every last
drop I could get off the staff.  Thefew drops that fell on the fabric
man sacks I licked up also.

Later, while I laid in the sun on a blanket on the grass, Amicaa
rubbed oils on my bottom and my back. We were all starting to look
very beautiful. I thought me and Amicaa looked the best. "Why do you
think they have us suck on those pretend staffs?" I asked her.

"I do not have any idea," Amicaa said.  "Do you like it?"

"No," I admitted quietly.  I did not want others to here.

"Me, too."

"Really?"  I said turning on my side.  "You are so good at it."

Amicaa shrugged.  "Am I?  I want to do good and that one guy scares
me a little."

"Yeah," I agreed.  He was a little frightening.  I turned back on my
belly.

Amicaa added some more oils to my skin.  I relaxed as Amicaa's hands
rubbed the oil in.  Her touch was reassuring to me.   

I twitched.  "Amicaa.  Some oil is running down my crack.  It
tickles."

I felt her gentle finger deftly run up my crack and clear out the
excess oils.

"Um..." said Praalo laying on her belly next to me.  I thought she 
was asleep.  "I once saw my Mama put my Papa's staff in her mouth."

"What!" I said and I spun to a sitting position.

Amicaa swung around to face Praalo.  "Why did you not say something?"

Praalo slowly sat up.  "I did not know if I should."

"We are your friends," said Amicaa.

"Tell us all about it," I said.

"Everything," said Amicaa.

"I was young.  Only six annuals," Praalo began.  "I thought it would
be fun to hide in Papa and Mama's room before they went to sleep.
I hid behind a box chest and blankets.  I did not peek out as I heard
them walk around.  I stayed hidden.  When I had courage to peek out I
saw Papa laying on sleep blankets.  He had no clothes on.  His staff
stood straight up.   It was bigger than I had even seen it.  It also
was a darker colored more like the fake staffs we practice on."

Amicaa and I were entranced.  We could not say a word.

"Mama had no clothes on either and went down between Papa's legs and
she lowered her mouth onto his staff.  I could not always see from
where I was hidden, but my Mama did the same thing as we do."

"Did your Papa expel a juice?" asked Amicaa.

"I could not tell," said Praalo.  "I remember Papa groaned loudly and
Mama held her mouth down.  Mama then licked around Papa's staff as if
to clean it with her tongue.   I think they were done.  Then Mama
climbed on top of Papa and they held each other."

"Then what happened," I asked.  This was interesting but I needed to
know more.  This all just added to a greater mystery.

"I sneezed and fell.  Papa whipped me so hard, it hurt to sit down for
5 days and nights."

"Sorry," I said.

"So what do you think?" asked Praalo.

"I wish I knew," I said.

"Yeah," sighed Amicaa.

We lapsed into pondering.


The next 6 days of staff training were the same.  We would suck and
lick and go down and sometimes Gruff would say "Coming!"  I would put
my mouth down and drink in the beautiful juice shooting out of the
staff.  Sometimes Gruff would say "Coming! not as loud or stretch out
the words, but I was concentrated on those words and never missed it.
Yiil missed once and received a verbal scolding.  She cried.  The 
coming varied also.  Once the first coming was fast after we first
began and then the second cominge was a long time later.  Another time,
the first coming did not happen for a long time and the second coming
was happened almost right away after.  The amount of juice we received
also varied.

The next time, Girl-voice told us, "A man's staff juice does not
always taste the same."  He seemed to say it as a warning, but I
already knew that.  The apple juices tasted different.  Some were
better than others, but all of them were good.

I diligently practiced on my staff as I waited for my juice reward.

"Coming!" spoke Gruff.

I shoved my mouth down and felt the liquid hit the back of my throat.
I gagged.  This was not juice.  This was sour milk!  I spat it back out
and the milk puddled around the staff.  I heard the other girls
coughing also.

I felt great pain as Gruff pulled me to standing by my hair.  He spun
me around and put his big hand around my neck.  He held me tight.  My
eyes grew wide.  I feared for my life.

Gruff yelled in my face.  "The King is greatly displeased by any girl
to spit out the juices of life.  A girl does what she is told and takes
what she is given."  He pushed me a way.  "Refill her staff.  Big,"
he said to a man down below.

"All of you," Gruff said to the other girls.  "Clean up your staff.
This day is no different.   You were told this day that juices can
taste different.  Everything else you do is the same."

As the other girls cleaned up the sour milk around their staffs,
Gruff spoke directly to me. "Down upon your staff."

I went back down.  I felt my body tremble and quake from my great
fear.

"The staff will come," said Gruff, "You have noticed that sometimes
the come is big and sometimes small.  This will be a big one.  After
that clean up what you spilled before."

I trembled with my mouth over the staff.  I could hear my friends
coughing as they completed their cleaning task.  I jumped when Gruff
said "Come!" but I stayed firm and I swallowed and swallowed and
swallowed.  I learned something.  The taste was not so bad if I
swallowed fast as the milk entered my mouth.  Cleaning up the
puddled sour milk from the first coming was another matter.  It
tasted horrid but I was determined to be stoic.  I did not gag or
cough finishing up.

I was very glad for that training to be over.  Pollee was there as
usual to escort us back.

"What's this?" said Pollee angrily.  He touched my neck.

Gruff answered, "I...I...this girl spat out the soured juices."

"This is the first day for that!" said Pollee.

"She must know proper respect."

"There are other ways!  Is this your hand print upon her neck?  Do you
dare mar a girl that belongs to the King?"

"I..." said Gruff.

That was all he said.  Pollee's dagger came out and plunged into
Gruff's chest.  Pollee pulled the dagger upward in his body.  Gruff
crumpled and Pollee pulled the knife out before he fell to the floor
dead.

"You were always too aggressive.  I should have done that many moons 
ago," Pollee said.

As we walked back, Pollee whispered to me.  "He was wrong to hurt you,
but make sure you always obey."

"Okay," I said.  Pollee protected me.  That was a wonderful feeling.
That made me happy.


In the sun again, I asked Amicaa what she thought.  "Did you hear
him call it the 'juices of life'?  What do you thnk that means?  And
also he did not always call it juices.  He also called it 'come'.
And did you hear Pollee say 'we belong to the King'."

"Everybody in the entire kingdowm belongs to the King, whether we
live in the palace or not."

"But..."

"Do you know what I think?"

"What?"

"I think you should stop trying to figure everything out," she said
as she rolled over onto her front, "and rub some oils on my backside."

I sighed loudly.  I wanted to talk about it.  I got the oils and 
started to rub them on Amicaa's bottom and then back.


The routine of life was good. Upon sunup, we first lined up and
answered the questions on whether we were in blood time.  Then we had
pool time which was always fun, but sometimes Amicaa liked to rub
herself.  Me and Praalo would go off and talk alone.  After drying off,
we returned to our room and ate our sunup meal.  Next was the blood
opening stretching exercises.  I think I stretched my blood opening
wider but it could have been my imagination.  Later was the mid-sun
meal or the staff sucking and licking practice.  Depending on which
girls Pollee took down to the staff sucking practice first determined
whether we had the mid-sun meal before or after the training.
Sometimes during staff training, we received apple juice, sometimes
sour milk, and other times a strange tasting mixture of apple juice
and sour milk.  The afternoon was always peaceful and I felt it was
what being a princess was all about.  I just laid out on the grass in
the sun with my best friend Amicaa and my new friend Praalo and applied
beauty items to my body.

Currently, we three friends were doing just that.  We laid on our backs
on blankets outside in the sun.  My blanket was in the middle.  I put
some oils on my breasts and began to rub it in. Praalo helped me by
rubbing the oils on the underside of my breasts.  When Praalo was done,
I sat up and rubbed oils onto my blood opening. I was amazed how
beautiful it looked. Before I came here, I used to despise my blood
opening and the uncleanness it brought me every moon. Now it glistened
in its pinkness.  It was beautiful to see even during the unpleasant
blood times.  It looked so much better without the hair covering it.
Pollee was so right about its beauty. I guess when you live on the
palace grounds you know about these things.  Now, I knew these things
also.


We started our fourth moon in the palace lands.  During pool time, we
were now the group of girls who had been their the longest. Our group
always arrived last to the pool. I admit I loved the feeling of all
the eyes of the other girls turning toward us in awe of our exquisite
beauty. We were the most beautiful of all the girls here. I thought
Amicaa was the most beautiful of all, but she always told me I was
much more beautiful than her.  Amicaa is a good friend.  We are good
friends.


When it became near the end of the fourth moon, Pollee seemed to
emphasize the importance of blood opening stretching exercises.

"Stretch, Praalo!  Stretch!", Pollee encouraged.

"I am," she said.

"Oh, Praalo.  You make Mama worried."

In the sun, Praalo laid back and I helped her oil underneath her
breasts.  Praalo and I both wanted to make sure that under our breasts
were as even in color as the rest of us. I did not think Praalo was
nearly as pretty as Amicaa and I, but she now looked very, very
beautiful.

Praalo spoke as I rubbed the oil evenly on her breasts.  "Why 
stretch?  Why is it so important to stretch my blood opening?  I
wish mine would close up, so I would no longer be unclean."

I knew how she felt.  All I could say is "I do not know."

I thought to ask Amicaa about it, but then I decided not to.  She did
not want to know anything.  She just wanted to be.  I just added the
question to the many mystery questions in my head.  Perhaps one day
I would understand.

"Sometimes I am afraid," said Praalo.  "I do not know why, but I 
have these feelings.  I sometimes feel something bad is going to
happen because I know nothing."

"Is living here better than where you lived before?" I asked.

"Yes."

"I sometimes wonder about everything too.  You just need to enjoy
yourself.  We are princesses.  Say it 'I am a princess'."

"I wish I could have yours and Amicaa's attitude."

"I am just a peasant girl who comes here from far away in the
kingdom.  Why should a peasant girl know anything about the ways
around here?  The worse thing that has happened to any girl was to
me and Pollee killed him.  Look at me.  Look at you.  Are we not
the most beautiful girls in all the kingdom?  I was Ovida, a 
nobody from nowhere.  Now I am the most beautiful and lovely
Princess Ovida.  The most beaufiful and lovely Princess Amicaa
comes from the same nowhere I came from.  Say it, Praalo."

"Do you know it feels good to me when you rub my breasts?"

"It feels good to me, too.  Now, say it."

"I mean it.  It feel very good.  It makes me want to rub my bud
of my blood opening."

"Then rub it.  A princess should have all the pleasure she can get."

"I am the most beautiful and lovely Princess Praalo," she said,
finally.

"If you rub, you go stand next to Amicaa in the pool tomorrow," I
said.

She laughed.


Days and nights later, just before the sundown meal, Pollee came into
our room very excited.

"Tomorrow is the first of the new moon," he said.  "Girls, you will
receive your reward.  During these four moons, you have become most
pleasing.  When I look at these fine bronze shields and silk banners
and marble floors, they are all deserving of the dung heap in the
presence of your exquisite beauty.  The King requests such beauty to
be in his presence.  You are the finest, so you shall be in his 
presence.  He is the King so he should have the best.  Come, come. We
journey to the King's house."

"This is not the palace?" asked a girl.

"This? No. This place is just for teaching you to bring out your
beauty.  You did not know what it means to be beautiful.  You are now
to have your body gazed upon with the eyes of the King himself."
Pollee scanned us.  "When you came here, do you think you were 
acceptable to be in the King's sight?  No.  He would say to you
'away from me' and have his guards remove you from his sight.  You
would be surely executed."

He paused.  There was silence.  I could feel my heart beating fast.

"What?  Is no one happy to see the king?"

And with those words, we relaxed and talked jovially with each other.
I could not believe it.  I would see the King.  I hoped he would be
so pleased with my beauty that I would always live here forever.

I saw Pollee listen to the energetic chatter of us girls.  He had a
big smile on his voice.  "Girls, follow me."

We bounced out of the building behind Pollee.   He did not even have
us line up.  Outside were seven beautiful carriages.   Each carriage
was pulled by two most incredible looking white horses.  I never
imagined the existence of such a horse.  Each horse had a blanket over
it with the colors to signify the King.  It was four girls to a
carriage.  One at a time, Pollee helped each girl into a carriage.
 Praalo, Amicaa, and I made sure we rode together.  Krzaha was in
with us too.

Pollee complimented each girl as we stepped into the carriage.
"Amicaa, your hair is like spun gold weaved out of your golden body.
Your body says excitement and happiness.  Your body is built to 
provide pleasure to all who gaze open you.  The King will greatly
enjoy you."
"Krzaha, your blood opening is so beautiful and is wonderfully open.
Well done.  The King will be a great admirer of your openness."
"Ovida, your breasts are the envy of all the girls. Finer breasts are
not to be found in all of the kingdom. Your body glows, but your
breasts are your joy.  Your breasts will be most pleasing to the King.
Yet, you have not neglected the rest of your body.  You are beautiful.
"Praalo, your lovely mouth is the highlight of your complete beauty
The King will enjoy the view of your body and splendid breasts and
the pleasure your mouth provides the King."

How Prolee was original for all 28 of us girls I did not know.

The carriage ride was fairly short. We pulled up to such a marvelously
beautiful building that it surely was the King's house.  My words fail
to describe the beauty of this place.  I had used many words for the
previous place I was in, but those words more deservedly belonged to
the King's home.  The other very noticeable change was that there
were many, many King's guards everywhere.

A guard opened each carriage and we stepped out.

"Follow me," said Pollee. "Single column again."  We lined up and 
followed.  We were in silence.  We knew that was proper without being
told.

We did not go up the steps through the main entrance but instead 
walked along a smooth stone path along the side.  Two guards walked
ahead of Pollee and two guard followed behind us.

"Line up there," Pollee pointed in the room as we entered.  The 
guards locked the door behind us.

The room was still big.  We were 28 girls after all, but more was
crammed into it.  There was a small pool which only a few of us
could use at one time.  There were two staff sucking practice
units.  The staffs were erect with the plaster staff inserted into
the silk staff, but they would not be warm.  There was an outside
sun area, but it was very small also.  Maybe all of us girls could
lay at one time out there, but we would be very close to each other.
There was certainly no room to run around and exercise.  There was
also a locked double door that led somewhere into the King's house.

As normal, Pollee stood before us.  "This is where you will stay
until the King has the pleasure of enjoying your beauty.  There is
only the floor to sleep on, but plenty of comfortable blankets to
lay on.  All time is for you to decide how to use.  Do what will
keep you most beautiful.  Keep clean.  Continue with your oils and
flower powders and creams.  Do not neglect the salve on your blood
opening.  Stretch your blood opening.  Keep doing that.  Now, to
ensure you are most beautiful for the King and properly ready to
see him, the King requires I will live with you at this time."

The last words brought a little buzz from the girls.

I hoped we would see the King soon.  I enjoyed the structured 
routine I had in my life.  The pool time, the blood opening stretch
time, the staff sucking time, and especially the later time laying
out in the sun with Amicaa and Praalo.  I could still do that, but
we could no longer be away from the other girls.  This grass area
was too small.  The routine was comfort for me.

"Girls, listen," said Pollee.  "After the sundown meal, you shall not
use the salve on your blood opening.  Do not use the beauty oils or
powders or flowers.  Upon sunup, use your beauty items again."
Pollee dismissed us.

I felt sweat under my breasts, so I went over to the pool to become
clean.  The pool was shallow.  I had to sit down in the water to wash
myself.  I dried myself and walked over to were Amicaa and Praalo sat
on blankets on the floor.

Praalo was talking.  "Will you practice staff sucking?"

"I will not,"  I looked over at the two practice staffs.

"Me, neither," said Amicaa.  "I do not like it.  I will only do what
is fun.  Like blood opening stretching."  She rubbed her bud.
"Mmmmm."

"That is not stretching," I teased her.

"Close enough for me."

"Hi," I said to Praalo.  "Have you met my strange friend, Amicaa?"

Praalo giggled.


Pollee slept on a little raised area that overlooked us girls.

I looked at Amicaa laying next to me.  Her eyes were closed and her
neck kept arching slightly.

"Will you stop that?" I whispered.  "You are going to get in trouble."

"I was cold.  I am just getting warm.  Want me to warm you up?"  

I swatted her hand away from my bud when she touched me.  I rolled 
over on top of Amicaa.  "There.  I am your blanket.  You will
stay warm."  I felt my breasts push against hers and I laid my head
next to hers.  Her hands were trapped under me and she could not move.

"Okay," protested Amicaa quietly. "Okay. I will not."

I rolled off her.  As I dozed off, I noticed Amicaa rubbed herself
even in her sleep.

In the morning, the beginning of our fifth moon, we lined up for 
Pollee and he asked us about our blood time.  Sometimes he would say
to a girl "Still no blood time.  You are a little late." or "You are
early this moon."  or "Did you start your blood time today?"  and the
girl would say "Yes."  I do not know how he kept knowledge of our blood
times so well.  He knew my blood time better than I knew of it and he
was a man.  Perhaps the marks he put on his scroll helped him.  It
was all a part of the amazing mystery of the palace.

The day was dull.  When you are already as beautiful as we are, there
is only so much oils and powder you can do.  When we looked bored,
Pollee always encouraged us to stretch our blood openings.  Amicaa
stretched herself often because she could sneak in rubbing herself.
Praalo asked me to rub oil on her breasts because she liked the feel
of my touch on them.   I think Amicaa was influencing Praalo in a bad
way.

After sundown meal, Pollee has us all sit on our blankets.  He sat
up on his sleep area and we looked up at him.  "Tonight," he said,
"One of you will visit the king.  If all of you went at one time, the
King could scarcely take in the immensity of your collective beauty.
Each sundown, only one girl will visit the king.  The King desires to
see each of your individual beauty.  As you see, this way is better.
You have travelled a long way to be in the King's presence, so it is
right that each of you alone may be the joy to the eyes and desires
of the King."

That made sense to me.  I imagined the King looking upon my body and
receiving great pleasure from the sight of my beauty.  The beauty
of my breasts, the beauty of my hair, the beauty of my skin, the
beauty of my perfect blood opening would all be for the King to 
enjoy for his happiness and the happiness of the kingdom.  If the King
was happy, would not it be likely the kingdom is happy?

Pollee continued.  "Do not be concerned with which day you visit the
king.  If you are first or last or in the middle does not say one girl
is more beautiful than another.  You are all beautiful.  The King has
instructed me to determine what night is best for each girl."  He
briefly lifted the scroll.

"Now listen, girls.  Listen."  He waited for a couple of girls to pay
attention.  "You shall always call the King 'sire' or 'the King'.  Do
not displease the King.  Practice now.  Talk to each other and call
each other 'sire'."

Amicaa turned to me.  "Would you rub my bud, sire?"

"Amicaa!"

"That is Amicaa, sire!"

Praalo spoke, "Would you rub oil on my breasts, sire?"

"Why do you not rub your breasts and her blood opening against each
other?" I said with annoyance.  "Sire!"

Later, as I returned from the expel room, there was a loud knocking
on the double door.  All eyes went to the door.  Pollee stood up and
I saw him place a mark on the scroll and put it back down.  He walked
to the doors and banged twice on the inside of them.  The door swung
open and two of the king's guards stood there.

"Iilemi," called out Pollee.  "Come!"

I saw a girl stand up.  Her friends patted her and congratulated her.
She walked over to Pollee.  I could see she was excited.  "Follow,"
Pollee told her.  "Remember how you were instructed."  Pollee and
Iilemi walked out of the room.  The door closed.

The room filled with sound once they were gone.  The excitement of
seeing the King!  It was finally happening.  She would see the king!
I was so jealous right now!

I saw Pollee's scroll was open.  I walked over to it and looked at
it.  There were all types of markings on it.  Was my name on this?
Was Amicaa's?  Did it tell about my blood times?  What was this 
line through other markings?  I wished I understood such things.

The first girl was not back the next morning.

The next sundown, Refaala, the other girl from Amicaa and my 
village, was chosen to display her beauty to the King.  She did
not return in the morning either.

The following sundown, my new friend Praalo was chosen to show her
beauty.  She stood weakly when Pollee called her name.

"I feel nervous and faint," she said.

I stood up and took her arm.  I whispered to her as I walked her to
the door.  "Stand straight.  Stick out your breasts for all to see
your beauty.  Press your lips together.  You are much more beautiful
than the first two girls.  The King will rejoice for the sight of 
you."

My encouragement worked and Praalo stood prouder and walked with
confidence.

Praalo did not return either.  I wondered if the girls had displeased
the King,  I boldy went to Pollee and asked, "Why do none of the girls
return from the King?"

"Once a girl has been in the presence of the King, she lives in 
another room.  Do not worry, Ovida.  You will see your friend, Praalo
again."

I felt relief.

Over the next days and nights, we became fewer in number.  As Pollee
called the girls, I came to an idea.

"Amicaa," I said  "I think Pollee brings a girl to the King when she
is farthest from her blood time."

"What are you so worried about now?" said Amicaa.

"I am not worried," I responded.  "I think a girl is selected when
she is between two blood times."

"I hope you are wrong," said Amicaa, "I am still in blood time right
now."

I myself had just ended my blood time a few days and nights ago.


I believe I was correct since as with the other girls, I was finally
chosen to see the king half way between my blood times.  There were
only eight girls left at the time.

When I stood with Pollee, he whispered to me.  "The King has heard
about you and is excited to look upon you."

I was astounded at his words.  The King has heard about me?  Why
should that be so?  I walked proudly with Pollee and the guards.
In a short walk, we came to another double door with four guards by
it.

"Be attentive to the King," said Pollee. "Do as he requests."

The doors were pulled open.  I looked in.

"Enter," Pollee said.

I took a halting step forward.  I suddenly felt nervous.  To be in
the presence of the King was cherished, but I felt fear also.  I
entered and the doors closed behind me.

The room was incredible.  I look up and the ceiling was so high.
There were many torches and the light reflected off everything.
Every wall and object was polished and reflective.  The room glowed
as if the sun was up.

I did not see the King, so I slowly walked around.  A very shiny
large object caught my eye and I walked over to it.  I stared into
the object.  I could see myself!  It was like the image I saw of 
myself in water, yet this was so much clearer.  I was amazed at my
appearance.  I was so different.

"You are very beautiful," a man's voice said behind me.

I turned and saw a man in a robe.  The robe was so beautiful that only
a King should have one.  The man looked about 55 annuals  I had seen
very few men so old.

"My beauty is yours, sire," I replied.

"Turn back and look at your beauty in the reflective metal," he said.

"Yes, sire."  I turned back.

I looked at myself.  In the reflectiveness, I saw the King walk up
behind me.

"You have done well," he said  "You have made yourself very
beautiful."

There was a pause and he said.  "Do they not teach the girls from
your province to say 'Thank you'"

I hurriedly said, "Thank you.  Thank you, sire.  I am sorry, sire."

I flinched when I felt his two hands on my bottom, but I stood my
place.  "You have done excellent in coloring your bottom to match
the color of the rest of your body.  Was not your bottom very pale
when you came to the palace grounds?"

"Yes, sire," I replied.  I felt his hands rub along my bottom.

"Arms up."

"Sire?" I was not sure what he said or meant.

"Lift up your arms."

I did and I felt his luxurious robe press against me.  I watched in
the reflective metal as the King's arms came around me.  He took my
breasts into his hands.

"Your breasts may be the finest I have seen on a girl your age."

"Thank you, sire." I answered with awareness of how o speak properly.

He held my breasts and kneaded them as if he were preparing bread for
a kiln.

"Your breasts give me great joy," he said.  He lifted them up.  "And
you did not neglect the underside.  I am pleased that you desire to
please me."

I watched his hands leave my breasts and go down.  I think he watched
me watch him in the reflective metal.  He rubbed along my belly and
his hands went between my legs.

"Open your legs a little," he said quietly.

I complied.

I watched and felt his hands rub over my blood opening.  He rubbed
my little bud and I felt occassions of pleasure.  His hands opened
my folds.

"Yes, yes." the King said.  "But I prefer to view your beauty with
my own eyes and not a reflection.  This way."  He released me and
turned.

I followed behind him into another room.  There was a very large bed
with a canopy over it.  He sat on the edge of the bed.

"Stand before me," he said, "so I may admire your beauty."

I stepped over in front of him.

"Turn around first," he said and motioned with a finger.

"So lovely.  So very lovely," he said.

"Thank you, sire."

"Back up to me," he said.  I did until I felt his hand on my bottom.
"Spread your legs a little.  Yes, like that.  Bend over. A little
more."

I felt his hands again touch my blood opening.  I knew my opening was
in front of his face so he could easily admire the beauty I made of
it.  I knew the King desired to see my beauty, but I did not think
he would choose to use his hands so often.  I was okay with his touch,
but I was just not used to another's touch.  I certainly would not
refuse the King's desire.  If he so desired to touch beauty, he could
do so.  He was the King, after all.

"Oh, oh, how beautiful," said the King, as he opened and closed my
folds and softly ran his fingers in them.  "You are blessed with the
most beautiful folds and your color is most magnificent."

"I am glad the King is so pleased with my beauty, sire," I said.

"Your beauty is very pleasing to me."

"Thank you, sire."

"Turn around so I may enjoy your front side."

"Yes, sire"

Facing him, he had me open my legs a little more again and he again
brought the attention of his hand to my blood opening.  He rubbed
also my bud.  He did that for so long, I started to breath hard.

"I am a good King.  I can give you pleasure also just as you give me
pleasure."

He took his hands away and waved his hands toward him.  "Bend 
forward."

My beautiful breasts hung before his face.  He took them in his hands
and lifted them up and down as if they were on a scale.  The next 
thing the king did surprised me greatly.  He surrounded my right
breast with his hands and then opened his mouth upon my nipple.  He
sucked on my breast as if he was an infant child on a Mama's breast.
He squeezed on my breast with his hands.  He then opened his lips
wide to take more of my breast in his mouth.  Within his mouth, I 
felt his tongue lick over my nipple.  Finally, he released my breast,
but immediately did the same sucking and licking with my left breast.
My right breast was now wet.  I now felt slightly cold there and felt
my nipple become erect.  He released my left breast and its nipple
followed the example of my right one.

"Stand up and step back," the King said.

I obeyed.

The King stood and walked to the side of the bed.  He opened the
robe and placed it on a wall hook.  I saw the King was now naked.
He got onto his bed and laid on his back.  I saw the King's staff was
large and erect.  It was bigger than I had ever seen a man's staff.
It was about the size of the plaster staff I had practiced on.  The
King opened his legs and I saw his sacks also.

I understood.  I crawled on the bed between the King's legs.  I 
lowered my mouth upon his staff.

When my mouth touched his staff he said, "Yes.  A girl is more
beautiful when she knows how to please the King.  Your dedication
to your training will be remembered by me.  Many girls forget and I
must remind them how to display their beauty to me.  You know and so
you are one of the very most beautiful of girls I enjoy."

I swelled inside with pride from his compliment.  Speaking of 
swelling, his staff swelled even bigger in my mouth as I licked it
and sucked on it.

The King's staff was different than the one I practiced on.  For one,
the King's staff stayed warm.  The practice staff cooled quickly.  In
truth, I think the King's staff was becoming warmer as I worked on it.
Also, since the King's staff was flesh, it was more pleasing to the
taste of my mouth.  The colors of the King's staff were more beautiful
than the silk layers of the practice staff.  The King's staff started
pinkish in color, but now began to change darker.  The staff's crown
began to turn purple.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" groaned the King.

Startled, I backed away from his staff.

"So beautiful, so beautiful," the King said in a mutter.  His voice
sounded distant almost as if he was not right here.

I reasoned that meant he liked what I was doing.  I sank my mouth
down on his staff until his crown touched the back of my throat.  I
closed my lips and slowly pulled up on it.  The King groaned again
and so I knew these were sounds that I was of pleasure to him.  I
closed my lips along the side of his staff and raised up.

Another thing that was very different with the King's staff was that
sometimes it twitched.  It actually moved on its own.  I had seen my
brothers expel from their staffs but they always had to hold and move
it in the direction they wanted it to go.  The King's staff would 
jerk, bounce against the side of my mouth, and return to position.
I noticed his staff would particularly move when I ran my tongue up
the underside of it.  The King would also groan strongest with his
pleasure in my beauty at those times.  I knew I was not to repeat any
one movement too many times in a row, but I frequently returned to
that particular display of my beauty to the King.

On the King's staff, I discovered there was now a little liquid upon
the small opening on top of the crown when my tongue flicked over it.
The taste was combined pleasant and unpleasant.  I was reminded of
the time when I was a young girl.  The harvest season was good to
our family that year.  Papa had bought beef at the market.  When he
brought it home, he put a great amount of salt on the beef so that it
would not spoil and we could eat the beef over the next month.  The
beef when cooked was very tasty.   One time a piece of fat was cut off
the beef.  I grabbed the piece and placed it in my mouth.  It was too
salty and I spat the piece out.  This juice from the King also tasted
salty, but salt in his staff's juice did not taste that bad.  I
compared it to the mixture of apple juice and sour milk with the
practice staff.  Part of the flavor was good and some was not, but
overall the taste was okay.

I closed my lips just below his crown and sank down upon his shaft.
The King's response sound was like he had difficulty breathing.

"Yes, yes," he said.

I had little breath when I ran a far distance, but never when laying
down.

"Continue as that," the King decreed to me.

I raised my mouth up and down upon his staff as the King commanded me.
Soon there was much more juice upon his crown.  It seeped from his
opening.  I cleaned off his crown as I knew I would need to clean his 
entire staff eventually, but his crown was soon coated again.  With
the bigger taste of juice, I noticed it was sticky.  It stuck to my
tongue and was not as easy to swallow.  I could feel a small amount of
juice attach to my teeth when I brought my tongue in to swallow.  This
cleaning action took just a moment.  I did not stop the King's bidding
to rise up and down upon his staff.  In this way, I displayed my beauty
for him.

The King's breath now came in gasps.  He sounded like a dying man.
Like how my Grand-Papa sounded the days before his death.

The King grunted loudly and then shouted "Commmm-ing!"

My mouth was already down upon the King's staff.  He thrusted his 
staff up at my mouth and the crown pushed further back in my mouth.
I had a momentary gag feeling, but then his crown moved slightly and
I was okay.  His staff twitched greatly once and then juice shot up
into my mouth.  The juices flowed like a wild flood upon the lands
when the storm clouds release.  I properly swallowed the juices as
they came to me.  The juices came in several torrents, but I was
devoted to my beauty before the King and so I skillfully swallowed his
provided juice.  The burst subsided and the King gave me to drink two
last small servings of his juice.

"Ahhh, excellent, my girl," the King complimented.

I felt his staff retreat from my mouth.  I hesistantly let it exit
my mouth. I was not sure if I should do that.

"I am grateful for your kindness to me, a peasant girl, that I may now
be beauty.  My beauty is for your pleasure, sire."

"Yes," the King said.  "The sight of your body gives me great
pleasure.  The touch of your body gives me even more pleasure.
For what is beauty if it cannot be touched and held and entered
into?"

"I do not know, sire.  The beauty of all of my body is for your
delight, sire."

"You have said well even though you do not fully understand the
beauty of your body.   The deeper beauty of your body will be as
paradise." 

What did the King mean?  How could I give him paradise?  My body
gave him pleasure by mouth and tongue.  Pollee did not teach us
more about a man.

"Give me more pleasure upon my staff," my King commanded.

The King's staff was small now.  The size of a normal man's staff
like my Papa.  There were small drops of juice upon his staff and
near his sack.  I noticed the King's juice looked like milk and not
apple juice.  I began to lick the King clean.  His staff hung limply
between his legs like a tree branch broken in the wind.  

When done, I said, ""You are clean, sire.  Do you wish me to
continue as before?"

"Yes," he replied.

I needed to hold the King's staff in my hand to put it in my mouth.
It was easy to put fully in my mouth now and I rebathed it with my
tongue.  Soon, I had to readjust his staff in my mouth as it oddly
felt a little further in me.  I found I could now move my lips up and 
down on his staff and then I understood that his staff was growing.
I pulled my mouth off and looked at it.  His staff was now longer and
firmer.  I licked purposely along its side.  I was amused to see it
twitch, so I did that several times.  I watched in amazement as I saw
the King's staff grow before my eyes.  What special magic did the King
possess?  

I saw the King's eyes watch me.  His face expressed his pleasure with
my beauty.  The King's staff grew to the large size it was when my
eyes first sighted it.

"Halt!" he said holding up a hand.

I withdrew from his staff

"There is more of your body I desire to please me through touch."

I did not know what he would require of me, but I knew I would do 
whatever the King required.  I just said, "Use the beauty of my body
as would be most pleasing to the King.  I am happy that the King
would take an interest in me."

The King pulled himself up to sitting on the bed and then slid to the
side.  "Crawl to here," he said as he patted the pillow where the
royal head just was. "And put your head down."

I placed my head down.  It was of most comfort for me to turn my
to the side.

"Reach under the pillow," he said.

I did.

"Do you feel the two metal bars?"

"Yes, sire."

"Grip them with your hands."

I held one with each hand.  The bars were in just the right position
for my hands.  "I am holding them now, sire."

I was in an awkward position.  My head and arms were down,
my back was slanted, and I was on my knees with my bottom up.  I was
more bewildered when the King began to stack pillows under me. I
looked back and saw him place them before my knees and up to my belly.
He gave me a gentle push on my bottom with his hand but I did not move
forward because of the pillows below me.

He moved on his bed behind me.  Again, I felt his touch upon my
blood opening.  The King appeared to be well pleased with it and that
made me gladdened.  I was still as perplexed by the fascination with
such an area of my body that was often unclean.  His finger ran along
my inner folds and then followed the path between inner and outer
folds.  Two fingers touched my bud and the King began to rub it.  His
touch was gentle and he put much more attention to my bud than I
expected. As I said before, I thought my blood opening was the most
beautiful compared to the other girls.  I was well-satisfied with its
appearance.  So if the King found it regal in beauty and that it was
worthy of so much of his attention, then I have given my beauty to
the King as I should.

I started to feel a little light in my head as the King's pleasure in
my beauty, specifically his rubbing of my bud, started to give me 
pleasure.  I breathed deeper.  I tried my best to not squirm but 
sometimes I could not control my body.    While he rubbed my bud, he
would often run his fingers on my inner folds.  It felt as if my folds
were getting more slippery like the oils that I used on my skin.  I
know he did not put oils on me.  The oils felt like they came from my
own body.

The King halted the motion on my bud and he opened my blood opening.
I felt something between my folds that seemed shaped like a finger but
was much bigger.  His hand let go of my folds and I felt my folds close
around the tip of the object between them.

The King spoke, "The King accepts your entrance into the exquisite
paradise of your deep beauty."

He pushed the object at my blood opening.  The warmth of the object.
The shape of its tip.  It was his crown!  I twisted my neck severely
and looked back.   The King was placing his staff into my blood
opening!

I felt pressure at my blood opening.  I now knew why Pollee told us
to stretch it.  "Ahhh!" I cried out.

The pillows under me prevented me from falling down or sliding
forward.  I gripped the bars tighter as I felt the pain of my blood
opening expanding.  The hardness of his staff pressed strong against
my narrow constriction.

I was greatly confused.  Why would the King soil his staff by placing
it into the source my uncleanness?  Should not the King always remain
pure and only touch beauty.  I was between blood times now, but did
not a girl's shame every moon come from her blood opening?

He halted the pressure.  I hoped that perhaps the King decided to do
something else.  He did.  He returned to rubbing my bud.  I liked
that.  The sensations were very pleasant.  However, he did not 
withdraw the crown of his staff and it remained just within me.  

The King's fingers in short moments had me squirming again in pleasant 
sensation.  I felt his staff slide slightly more within me during this
time.  I even, without intention, press backwards at his staff.  That
caused momentary discomfort to me as his staff pushed in deeper still.

Words suddenly stuck out in my head.  The King said I would give him
my deeper beauty.  I had not known what that was.  Now the king was
inserting his staff into the deepness of my blood opening.  Was this
my deeper beauty?  The King called my deeper beauty paradise.  No, 
this could not be paradise.   The King's staff within me was not
pleasure.  I did not like the feeling.  No, this was not paradise and
so it could not be my deeper beauty.  Or could it?

The King thrusted his staff in and I felt it penetrate further.
"Ohhhh!' I cried out sharply.  Why would the King do something the
body was not made for?  Was the King a mad man?  His hands left my
bud and came to my waist.  He held my waist and pressed in his staff.
"Ahhhhh!" I cried out in sharp torment originating within me.  I felt
something rip within me and then I felt the full length of the King's
staff enter my blood opening.

The King grunted as he entered.  The grunt sounded similar to the
noise he made when I sucked on his staff.

I cried out again as he pulled his staff about half way out of me
and then pushed all the way back in again.  He repeated this action.
The pain was most unpleasant though it lessened as the staff began
to move easier back and forth within me.

The King stopped movement of his staff with it fully within me.  He
spoke.  "You now know that paradise is within you.  I decreed to all
the kingdom that no girl under 16 annuals may know of her paradise
so that at 15 you may come to the palace and I, the King himself, may
show you the paradise of your body.  You are blessed by my good graces
that I am first to be within your paradise."

"Yes, sire," I said in my discomfort.  I did not understand, but I
knew it was best to answer my king.  I did know for sure now that 
the King thought upon paradise as being my blood opening.

"The King now magnanimously grants you access to the consummate
heights of pleasure as I tarry within your paradise."

I had no idea what that meant.

He slowly pulled his staff completely out of my blood opening or as
the King called it 'my paradise'.  I was gladdened for the exit of his
staff, but then he slowly pushed it back into my paradise.  I winced
from pain.  This was not paradise.

The King's staff pulled back slowly again, but this time not all the
way out.  The crown remained within me.  He slowly pushed his staff
back in completely.  He continued this deliberate action many, many
times.  I was surprised at how easily his staff slid within me now.
I could feel a slipperyness inside me that was not there before.  The
pains of his movement were less often.  The main discomfort was the
stretching of the insides of my bloo...my paradise each time his
staff moved back in me.  When he retreated my insides relaxed, but
when his staff forced an advance, I felt the stretching apart of my
paradise.

"Ohhhh!" I heard the King say in a shudder.  "Such glorious paradise."
His breath was hard again.

He pushed harder into me and I cried out.  He pulled back out and
pushed firm in again.  His staff now moved faster within me.

"Oh, oh, oh!" the King cried out in obvious pleasure.

"Oh, oh, oh!" I cried out in pain.

The King's staff moved rapidly within me.  It was the most bizarre
of sensations.  I never thought of putting anything into my blood
opening.  The hole was so small.  Yet, now the King's giant staff, which
was more than twice as big as a normal staff, moved inside me with
the quickness of a bird in flight.

The King groaned with intensity and he pushed his staff deeply into my
paradise.  I felt a twitch movement inside me and then felt a warm
liquid burst into me.  I immediately knew he put his juices into my
paradise.  I wondered why he would waste his juice in me when I could
drink of it for him.

The King breathed roughly.  His hands rested upon my bottom.  I then
felt his staff move inside me again, but this was different.  I felt
it shrink again to normal man's size within my paradise and then slowly
pop out of my hole.

The King backed away.  I remained motionless as I should.  I felt a 
trickle of juice seep out of my opening and find its way down my leg.
He pulled the pillows out from under me.

"Sit up now," my king said.

I unclenched my hands.  They were stiff to move.  I did not realize I
held the bars so tightly while his staff pushed again and again into
my paradise.  I turned and sat against the royal pillows of the bed.
I looked down at my opening.  I was no longer beautiful and clean there.
It was messy and wet.  I could see a large raindrop of the King's juice
just on the edge of my opening.  My folds hung open and they were
bigger than ever before.  They were also darker in color, closer to the
color of the King's staff.  The King had worked the magic of his
growing staff upon my paradise.

I saw the King stand and clean his staff with a towel, but he did not
give a towel to me.  He noticed me look upon my changed opening and 
said. "When your paradise has been opened by the King's staff, you are
so much more beautiful now.  As a kind King, I allowed your initial
beauty to be in my presence.  That was only so that I may transform
you into greater beauty through entrance to your paradise."

I startled when he got back upon the bed and moved toward me.  "We
sleep," he said.

I laid now on my side next to the King.  I heard his sleeping breath.
I found it difficult to sleep.  The front of my King was pressed 
against my backside.  His now unmagical staff poked softly within the
crevice of my bottom.  My head laid upon the crook of his arm.  The
King's other arm came over my side and rested upon my breasts.  At
times, his voice mumbled, his hand would squeeze and knead my breasts,
and his staff would harden and press against my crevice.  His staff
would soon retreat, however.  Sleep did come for me.

I did dream.  I dreamt that the King's staff was moving inside me.
The movement of his staff felt very good and I felt sensations within
my body grow as water breaking through a beaver's dam.  I moaned
loudly.

My own moan in sleep wakened me.  The King was still asleep, but his
hand now rubbed my bud.  The sensations were very pleasing, but I 
had the bodily need to expel.  I carefully slipped out of the King's
grasp and off the bed.  I saw a doorway and headed toward it.  I was
glad to see I found the expel room so quickly.  The room was decorated
with many brass shields and many daggers and swords.  I sat upon a
chamber pot.  As I expelled liquid, some juices also were expelled
from my opening.  Sometimes in globs.  Not all juices were from the
King's staff. I expelled some sweat-like liquid from my opening also.
There was a towel in the room and I wiped myself clean.

I carefully climbed back upon the bed.  The bed moved a little as I
moved.  I slid cautiously against the King.  I lifted my leg, reached
around and placed his staff within my crevice of my bottom.  I laid
my head back on his arm.  I then reached around and gently pulled his
arm over me, so I was held by the King again.  I placed his hand upon
my breast and pressed his fingers on me.  The King responded in his
sleep by squeezing my breast for a short time and then he stopped.
I closed my eyes and relaxed.

The King whispered, "Good girl."

My eyes opened wide.  The King was not asleep!  He nestled closer to
me.  Tighter.  I felt his staff burrow into my crevice.  After this
shock, the King did and said nothing else.  I returned into sleep.

I awoke laying on my belly.  I felt the King's hands caressings my
bottom.  I pretended to remain asleep for a little, but his hands
wandered between my legs.  He rubbed my opening and upon my bud.
I pretended to be awakened.

"Sire?" I said and looked back at him.

"Awaken, my beauty.  I will revel in your paradise."

I experienced a weak feeling.  "My supplication is that my beauty may
be ever pleasing to my King," I said.

The King had me sit on the edge of the royal bed.  I leaned back upon
some pillows that were arranged for me to lay in a slanted position
He lifted my legs up and apart.  "Hold them," the King pronounced to
me.  I reached under the crook of each leg.  I held them up and apart.
I saw the King's eyes gaze upon my paradise.  I saw the King's staff
twitch and grow in length and widen and harden and darken in color.

Holding his staff in his hand, the King rubbed it between my folds
and on my bud.  I looked down at the action of the king with my 
beauty.  The sensations upon my body felt very pleasant.  The King
continued his activity for a long time.  I thought perhaps that was
all he would do, but he started to rub his staff between my folds
more and more.  I felt a wetness there that was not there before.  I
could see it did not come from the King.  I could feel it come from
me, yet it did not feel like my blood time.  The wetness was more like
sweat upon my body when working in the garden during a hot sun.

He stopped moving his staff and I watched him push it in a little.
I knew he intended to enter me again.

"Ahhhh, paradise," he said.

I did not want to feel his staff inside me again, but with my four
moons in the palace dedicated to becoming beauty for the King, I
knew what to say.  "My paradise is for the King's pleasure.  May
the King be granted great delight within my paradise.  My beauty
belongs to my King."

I looked down to my paradise and saw the King's staff vanish within
me.  I gasped in the renewed discomfort of my insides being stretched
once more, but I did not cry out this time.  He pushed his staff fully
in me until just the hair and sacks around his staff hung outside my
opening.  I watched his staff reappear from my body as he pulled it
completely out of me.  With his hand, he positioned again his staff
at my opening and pushed all the way in.  I tensed during the
unpleasantness again.

The King repeated this motion several, several times.  I was 
captivated by the sight of his staff's disappearance within me.  I
had no earlier knowledge that my body had the ability to receive such
a large thing.  When he no longer pulled out of me completely, but
advanced his staff into my paradise with his motion within me, it was
no longer uncomfortable.  I could feel the wetness in me allow his
staff to slide in me easily like a fish swimming in the river.

He moved a little faster and I heard him groan.  He halted with his
staff fully within me.  "The King desires to tarry in your paradise."

"May the King fulfill his desires to enter in my paradise as often
as he requests of me," I replied.  "I am beholden to the King.  May
the King take of my paradise as long as my beauty pleases him."

Without motion inside me, the King leaned forward and sucked upon my
breasts.  "Your breasts are luxurious for one who is of such age.
There are few at 15 annuals like you."

"May the King forever partake of my breasts as is his desires."

I felt his staff throb within me and I gasped in pleasure sensations
as my paradise responded by squeezing it.  The king departed from my
breasts.  I was aware he looked upon my face.  I felt the throb inside
me again and I released a moan sound as my body again squeezed upon
his staff.

"Do you desire to fulfill my desires?" he asked me.

"Yes, sire," I answered.  "Fulfill your desires as the King sees
fit for me."

"Hear me," he said.  "The King receives great pleasure within your 
paradise.  I desire that you receive pleasure from my staff within
you.  I desire that my staff be the instrument of pleasure to you."

He retreated his staff and then advanced again.

"Yes, sire," I moaned.  The feeling of his movement produced a 
strong sensation and a spasm within my paradise.  "Your staff is the
instrument of pleasure."  And it was true.

The King began to perpetually advance and retreat his staff in me.
The very movements of the King that brought me pain before now brought
me pleasure.  I could not prevent the strange moaning sounds that
escaped from my mouth.   He pushed harder into the deepness of my 
paradise.  The hard pushes were great pain before, now they were great
pleasure.  I felt as if the insides of my body floated on the waters.

He halted deep within me.  His staff throbbed like a heartbeat.  I
gasped for breath.  My body sensation slowly sank down.

"The King desires to tarry still longer."

"Yes, sire.  Yes, sire.  Tarry, tarry."  I desired the King to tarry,
yet something within me felt that I would float into the sky if the
King had only continued.

"You please me greatly," he said.

"Thank you, sire," I replied with glad heart.

The King did not tarry long.  He softly pinched my nipples and then
he rubbed my bud.  The sensation was strong.  I moaned loudly and
my hips rolled upward and took his staff in deeper.  The King groaned
and resumed his movement in me.  It was if the King desired to tarry
but he could not.  I knew that was false as the King does as he 
desires, but it was an impression I had.  He would halt a moment and 
then resume again.  Soon, his breath was hard and he advanced rapidly
in my paradise.  I was glad my floating sensation was back.  He pushed
hard in me and groaned.  I could see the strain of his body.  I then
felt the King's milk placed into my paradise.  I felt it warm inside
me.  The King's staff spasmed and spasmed and spasmed and I received
the royal milk.

I started to float down after that as the motion had ended.  I felt
his staff shrink inside me.  I attentively watched in curiosity to
see his staff exit my paradise.  I saw and felt it slip out of me.
The King's staff once again returned to normal after providing its
milk.  This was all very amazing.

The King allowed me to lower my legs.  I had forgotten that I held
them up.  He moved the pillows and had me lay on my back on the middle
of his bed.  I laid quietly and happily.  The King went to the expel
room.  On his return, his staff was clean.  He sat up, next to me, on
the bed.  He softly rubbed my belly.

"Oh, my daughter and my granddaughter," he said.  ""We will see if
you will return a great-granddaughter to me."

I scarcely heard what the King said.  I stared at the King's staff
and wondered if it would grow again.

He turned slightly to knead my breasts.  His staff dangled close to
me.

I boldy spoke before the King, "Would my King desire me to suck upon
his staff so perhaps it may grow, so that my King may enter and
partake of my paradise again?"

"No," he said.  "The King this night must show another girl such as
you the paradise within her."

"Yes, sire," I said hiding my disappointment.

He got off the bed and put on his royal robe.  "Arise," he said.  As
I sat up and scooted off the bed, the King pulled a rope cord near
his bed.  As I stood, two of the King's guards entered.

"Take her," the King said to them.

"This way," one said.


I followed the guard out of the King's rooms as the other guard
followed behind me.  They lead me to another door guarded be two
men.  The door opened for me and I entered.  The door closed
behind me.  The guards stayed outside.  All the girls that visited
the King before me were in the room.  The room consisted of
sleeping space and an expel room which had a couple of large bowls
of water for cleanliness.  That was it!  No pool.  No outdoors.
There was a small table with food and water on it, but none of what
we had before.

I noticed some of the girls stared at my paradise.  I looked down
and saw the stickiness and wetness that the King had left with me. 
I went to the expel room and cleaned up.

I saw Praalo, sitting in a corner, alone.  I went over and sat by
her. 

"Hello, Praalo," I said cheerily.

She glanced at me, but her eyes looked vacant.

"Are you sick?"

She shook her head.

"Praalo!"  I noticed her paradise.  "Your hair grows!"

She finally spoke, "They do not care anymore.  There is no salve,
no beauty oils, no creams."

"Oh," I said.  I wondered why.

"So you were with the King?" she asked.

"Of course, Praalo."

"And like all the other girls, did he stick his staff into your
blood opening?

"Yes, into my paradise," I answered.  She wrinkled her face at my
word choice.  "Tell me about your time, Praalo."

"All the girls stories are the same.  I sucked upon his staff and
received his milk.  I was happy to serve the King.  I sucked again
and his staff arose and then he pushed it into my blood opening."

"Yes," I said.

"The pain was...the..." She started to tear up.

"Yes, it hurt me also," I said, "but upon sunup when the King entered
my paradise, I felt pleasure."

"Yes, some of the girls say that too.  After the King placed his milk
into my opening and I lay to sleep, I throbbed in pain.  I could not
sleep and then upon sunup, the King desired to put his staff in me
again.  He kept saying my beauty is delicious sweet tightness.  I do
not know what that means."

"I do not either," I said to her, but I thought I knew what the King
meant.  "You did not stretch enough, Praalo."

"I did!  I did stretch as much or perhaps more than you," she said
louder.  "The King is...the King is evil!"

"Do not say such a thing!" I scolded.  I backed away from her.

"Is it not evil to place a man's staff inside a blood opening?  I 
cried for two days after coming to this room."

I stood and raged at her, "The King showed you the paradise within
you.  In the pleasure you gave him, how could you refused the pleasure
he gave back to?  You are lucky the King did not remove your head."

Many of the girls' eyes looked at us.

I stormed away from her.  She cried.


Each morning a sackless man came into our room and asked each of us
about our blood times.  He was a small man.  Nothing like Pollee.

In 7 days and nights after I came to this room, Amicaa was brought in.
I was glad to see her.  I ran to her.  She had a big smile on her face.
We hugged.  Our breasts pressed against each others.  I lead her to a
place to sit.

"How are you, Amicaa?" I said excitedly.  I was so joyful to have my
friend back.

"I pleased the King very much," she said.

"I knew your great beauty would please the King much," I said.

"The King called me a 'wild child'.  That was not a good thing when
my Papa or Mama said it of me, but I believe from the King it was a
good word to me."

"Tell me," I said.  I was happy to see her.

The activity of Amicaa that she described with the King was much
as my own.

"No, it did not hurt at all when his staff entered my paradise," she
said in reply to my statment that it hurt the first time.  "The King
pleasured my bud for a time. I felt juices appear within me.  My
juices allowed my King to easily enter his staff in my paradise."

"I felt some of those juices the second time the King entered me,"
I told her.

"Is not it excellent to have the King's staff within you?  I give
the King great pleasure, yet the King gives me great pleasure also.
Is not the King goodhearted?"  Amicaa was very impassioned in telling
her story.  "Did you come?"

"The King did," I said.

"But did you?  It is not like a man's."

"I do not know."

"With the King's staff moving within me, the pleasure made me float
in my spirit..."

"I felt that," I interrupted.  "And it fell after the King provided
his milk to my paradise."

"You did not float until your body overflows like water rapids rushing
with intense pleasure."

"No."

"My body became felicity.  My spirt was felicity.  It was as if
thunder after thunder sounded in my body.  My paradise moved in a
rhythm as never before.  Joy came from my paradise and supreme
pleasures spread to every part of my body.  The joy was so wonderful
that it came out of my mouth in loud moans.  The joy of my moans
pleased the King greatly.  The King is good.  He returns the pleasure
of our beauty to us."

"And then what?" I said with interest.  If I had heard this tale from
anyone but Amicaa, I would have thought this all a fable.

"I felt peace.  My mind was cleansed of all worry.  My body was 
renewed.  How foolish we were to think our blood openings were
unclean.  We did not know, but now we do.  I know my paradise can 
cleanse me."

"Your beauty is so great, Amicaa," I said. 

"When the King reentered my paradise upon sunup, I came and I came
and I came.  That is when the King called me 'wild child'.  I 
could not help but match my paradise's movement with the King's
staff.  I so greatly desired to have his staff in me.  I now feel
imperfect without the King's staff in me."

I listened closely.

"I later lay on the royal bed.  The King rubbed my belly and said
'Perhaps a part of you will return to me'.  I think that means the
King will want me to display my beauty to him again.  As he enjoyed
my breasts, I took hold of his staff to suck on it, so that it may
grow and then reenter my paradise, but the King did not allow it."

"I desired the same," I said.

"Is not the King very good?" Amicaa said.

"The King is," I said, "but do not say that to Praalo."

"Why not?" she said curiously.

I told her about Praalo.


The days and nights were dull.  In the morning, the small sackless man
came to ask us about our blood times.  He took great interest in the
girls whose blood time was yet to come like Refaala.  When a girl had
her blood time arrive, the little man did not bother with her anymore.
Refaala was worried about her blood time, but I told her to think of
it as blessing.  She would stay clean.

Most of a moon passed, Refaala and 9 other girls still did not have
blood time.  My blood time did not come either and so the man 
continued to ask of me.  Amicaa's was yet to come also. 

The man knew how long ago each of the girls blood time was.  I was
15 days past.  Amicaa's blood time was 7 days late when it did come
to her.  I was envious.  No longer would the man ask her questions.
The man only asked of us 11 girls without blood time.

As the hair around my paradise grew back, I itched greatly.  I asked
the little man for oils to relieve the feeling, but he said, "It is no
concern of yours now."  Amicaa relieved the itch by frequent rubbing
of her bud.  I sometimes did the same with my own bud.

Another moon passed and I was ill for several days.

"You need to eat, Ovida," Amica said, "to be strong."

"The food is making me sick," I answered.

"It does not make me sick," she replied.

Into the next moon, one day Amicaa said to me, "You are getting fat.
You eat too much."

"There is nothing to do," I said annoyed,  "And I am hungry."

"Well, do not get like Refaala," Amicaa said.  We both looked at
Refaala taking bread from the food table.  "Look at her fat belly."
No, I did not want to get like Refaala.

At the end of the moon, the small man was followed by men with 
three baskets.  In the baskets were dresses to wear.  We had
clothes now.  Amicaa and I were saddened because we knew that meant
the King did not desire to look upon our beauty again.  Of course, we
were no longer beautiful any more.  The small man had all the girls
who were without blood time take from a certain basket.  I found it
curious when I noticed only the girls without blood time were fatter
in the belly.  All the regular dresses were red.  For us without 
blood time, the dresses were pink.  The dress was nicer than I had
ever worn, but it was not what I thought of as a princess dress.  I
once saw nicer in the marketplace of my home village.  The dress did
not fit to my form as nicer dresses did.

The small man spoke crazy talk to us 11 girls.  "This is for you who
are blessed with child."  The man did not even know we were not 
married.  No woman is blessed with child without a husband.

When we were all dressed, they escorted us outside.  It was wonderful
to be in sunlight and fresh air.  Most of all it was wonderful to be
out of our room.  There were carriages again.  I shared again with
Amicaa, but Praalo rode with other girls.  She had become friends with
girls who thought as she did.

The carriages took us to another place where familiar wagons waited.
We were separated into the same groups of girls who first arrived and 
so the thirteen of us girls who came together entered a wagon.  So
for five days and nights, I travelled home.  The girls in the wagon
dwindled as we passed through their home lands.  Toward the end
of my journey, it was just me, Amicaa, Refaala, and two other girls.

We stopped at Amicaa's home.  I hugged her goodbye.

"Visit me soon,"  she said.

"I will," I promised.

After the short journey, I was at last at home.  My two brothers
greeted me first.  My beloved sister, Naaele came out of the house
and we hugged and we wept for joy.  Little Oslinn who was now 8
annuals came out next and I hugged her.

"Where's Mama?" I said"

"Ovida..." said Naaele, "if only you could have been here a few days
before.  Mama...mama..."

"Mama died," said Oslinn.

I felt great pain.

That day I sat upon Mama's grave and wept.  My sister came to me now
and then to return me to the house, but I would not go.

Just after I was taken to the King, my Mama was found to be blessed
with child. Mama died as the child come forth from her.  The infant 
died also.  How did a child come forth?  How did it decide when to 
appear.  Why should any Mama die when a child comes?  Why my Mama?
Why did my Mama die?

Papa came to me at the grave.  He sat by me and said nothing for a 
long time.  He just held my hand and let me mourn.

Eventually, Papa stood while still holding my hand.  He said "Come
and see what I cherish of your Mama."

In curiousity, I followed Papa.  He walked away far until we came
to the small river that ran through these lands.

"Look into the water," he told me.

I did.  I could see the distorted image of Papa and myself.  I was
briefly reminded of when I saw myself clearly in reflective metal in
the King's room.

"Look closely," he said.

I could see nothing in the slow waters or on the river bottom.

"I look at you, Ovida," he said, "and I see your Mama.  You look so
much like your Mama.  Look into the waters and see what Mama has left
you."

I looked at my imperfect reflection.

"When I received word to marry your Mama," Papa continued.  "She wore
a pink dress just like the one you wear now."

"Like this?" I said in shock.

"You look just like Azeena, your Mama, when I first saw her."

"Then..."

"Yes, she had just returned from the King.  I am not supposed to 
tell you this, by decree of the King, but around seven days from now
a man shall come to take you as his wife.

"Married?"

"Do not say you already know of this before hand."

"I will not, Papa.  Who am I to marry?"

"That is determined by the King's ancestry historians.  They decide
every marriage.  They record every birth and every death."

I returned home with Papa with my mind distracted with marriage.

The wait for my husband to appear felt like ants crawling up my
leg.  I could not stay still.

One day, Naaele said, "Papa says you are blessed with child."

"Do not be silly, Naaele.  I cannot be blessed until I am married."

"Papa says that is not so."

I asked Papa about it.

"You are blessed with child," he said.  "More I cannot say at this
time without risk of this family's punishment."

A few days later, Bojo showed up.  He was the son of Poja, a
blacksmith.

"Hello, Bojo," I said cheerily, "Has my Papa hired you for some work?
I will get him."

"No work, Ovida," he replied.  His voice was wavering.  "But I must
speak to your father."

"I will get him," I said.  Bojo was one annual older than I.

I returned with Papa.

Bojo produced a small parchment from his satchel.  "By decree of the
King, I take Ovida, daughter of Azeena and Camros, as my wife."

My mouth hung open.  Why did I not think of Bojo?  He is of age and
he is not married.  There are few men around here who are not
married, I should have thought of him.

Papa questioned Bojo.  "You do know because she returns from the King
in pink, you may not be of true marital union until the blessed child
comes forth."

"Yes, sir," he replied.  "I am of age and I will obey the edicts."

"Are you of the King?" Papa asked.

"I am."

I did not understand what they said.  After my time in the castle, I 
learned not to try to understand.

"I will leave you to talk," Papa said.

Alone, we talked.  I could not believe I was to be married.  And I
was even blessed with child already!  Bojo's family lived in a home
along the marketplace, since others could obtain blacksmith services
easily there.  Bojo said we would have our own home, not to far
from his family, and also along the marketplace.  I learned that 
my wedding day would be in another seven days.  He said there would
be other marriages at the same time and our village would have a
giant feast.

I saw a rider on a steed come to my home wearing the colors of the
King.  My Papa came out to meet him.

"Who is that?"

"He is dressed like the man who gave me the parchment to take you as
my wife," said Bojo.

"Papa is already married."  I saw the man ride off.

"Did not your Mama die?"

Before I could answer, Papa came over.  "I will return shortly.  The
King has decreed me to take unto me a new wife."

I had mixed feelings.  I did not want a new Mama in this house, even
though I would not be living here.  Yet, I knew a man should have a
wife to prepare meals and watch over the children.

Papa said, "On the same day, you and Bojo marry, I take Amicaa,
daughter born of Ametaa and Miccot, as my wife."

My mind spun.  Amicaa!


My wedding dress was beautiful.  The white dress was accented with
white lace on the sleeves and on the bottom hem of the dress.  Amicaa
looked her normal beautiful self.  She seemed nervous.  Refaala wed
also.  Her belly protruded her wedding dress.  Her husband was
20 annuals.  I did not know him.  He lived further out from the village
center like Refaala did.

We feasted all day and danced all night.  I made sure to tell Amicaa,
"My Papa is a good man."

As tradition, those newly married must be the last to leave the party.
It was well into the night when I entered into my new home.  I was
glad we lived near. 

Bojo took off his clothes and laid upon the bedding blankets.  His
staff was big and stood up.  It was even bigger than the King's.
He opened his legs.

I just stood there in uncertainty.

"Undress, Ovida, my new wife.  We now have duties toward each other."

"I do not know these duties," I said.  At this moment, I did not like
my feeling of ignorance.

"I am a man so I know.  Now that we are married, I will see that you
as a woman knows.  Remove your clothes and suck upon my staff."

"I did that for the King."

"You did it for the King?  So you know what to do.  Do you not want
to please your husband?"

"I want to please you, Bojo, but is this permitted?"

"We are married.  A wife does that for husband.  When I was a small
boy, I happened upon the sight of my Mama sucking upon my Papa's
staff."

I recalled Praalo's story of seeing her Mama and Papa.

I undressed and climbed between my new husband's legs and sucked upon
his staff.  When he provided his milk, I swallowed it.

"That was of great pleasure to me, Ovida," he said.  "If you are not
too wearied from this day and night, I would like it again."

It took longer to receive his milk, but I did it again.


The moons passed.  My belly grew and I could feel the child move
within me.  I anticipated my child and the knowledge of how it would
come forth to me.  Each night, Bojo requested that I suck on his
staff.  I saw that he received great pleasure from it.  I did not go
see my family as often as I wanted.  I was not prevented, but with
my belly large, I did not like to travel.  I often saw Amicaa at
the marketplace.

On a day when my belly was very big, I talked to Amicaa.

"Ovida!" she said excitedly upon greeting me, "I am blessed with 
child!  Camros's staff in my paradise produced a child within me."

Several thing surprised me with what Amicaa said.  First, that Amicaa
was blessed with child.  Second, I was not used to my Papa being 
called by his name, Camros.  Most shocking of all was Amicaa's claim
that Papa's staff had made the child.  How could she allow my Papa 
to enter what was only intended for the King to access?  And why
would my Papa do it?

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Is it not glorious when your husband's staff is in your paradise?
Camros says I tire him out, but I must have his staff within me
every sunup and at least two times after sundown.  I want more but
Camros say I am too lively.  I would do it all the time if I did
not need to take care of the children and other duties."

"And how did his staff bless you with child?"  I wanted to greatly
understand what Amicaa apparently thought she knew.

"What?  Do you not know?  Oh..." she paused.  "I am sorry.  I forgot,
I should not speak of this until the King's child comes forth from
you."

"The King's child?"

"The juice, the milk of the King's staff produced a child within
you.  Did you hear that the King's child within Refaala came forth 
yesterday?"

I had not heard.

"But you do not carry the King's child,"  I said.  This did not
make sense.

"The blessing of child does not happen often.  Of us 28 girls with
the King, only 11 left carrying his child."  My Papa stepped up
behind Amicaa.  Amicaa said to him, "I am sorry.  I spoke too much.
She knows she carries the King's child."

"Is it true, Papa?"

Papa answered, "My Mama left the King with me in her belly.  Azeena, 
your Mama was in the belly of her Mama when she left the King.  You
were in Mama's belly when she returned from the King.  Bojo is a 
child of the King."
 
The King's words appeared in my head, "Oh, my daughter and my
granddaughter.  We will see if you will return a great-granddaughter
to me."

I fell to my knees in tears.  I was not only the daughter of the King,
I was his granddaughter.  The King hoped that the child in me, his
daughter and his great-granddaughter would also be his to show
paradise.

"The King is indeed very evil and wicked," I spat out.  "I hope that
his life is taken this night."

"Do not say that too loud," cautioned Papa.  "Who knows what ears 
may go to the King's knowledge.  You now understand why your Mama
reacted as she did when you were taken away.  The King is indeed 
wicked.  The King is also very powerful."


A few days later, in pain and agony, a daughter came forth from my
body.  The infant came out of my paradise just at it entered me from
the King.  I named the child Azida in honor of my Mama so my child
would combine Mama and me.

My Papa, Amicaa and family came to visit me.

"Where is Naaele?" I asked.

"She was taken up to see the King two days ago," my Papa said.

And so the wickedness of the King continued.  I hoped Naaele would
not return with the King's child within her.

Seven days after I brought forth my joy, my daughter Azida, my
husband began to lay atop me and place his staff within my paradise.
I much preferred Bojo to provide his juice to me this way than into
my mouth.  At last, during some times with Bojo inside me, I would
feel the thunderstorm in my body that Amicaa spoke about.  I did not
come as often as I wanted.  Bojo did not like to tarry within me.  I
later talked to Amicaa and she told me how long Papa would stay inside
her paradise and he would tarry and tarry and tarry and that they
would stay united for long times.  Despite Amicaa's great interest in
Papa's staff, there were times of cramps or illness for her and Papa
would be good to her and not require her to open to him.  I wished
Bojo was more like Papa, but he was not.  Every evening, he would
enter me no matter how I felt.  Even as Azida suckled on my breast,
Bojo would enter me.  Bojo was not concerned with my pleasure as
Papa was with Amicaa.  Bojo was good however in that his staff
blessed me with another child within me.

Men dwindled in the kingdom.  There was war in the kingdom and some
men went off to fight and did not return.  Also, the children sired
by the King most often were girls.  These conditions left many girls
who returned from the King without a husband to marry.  I saw Refaala
in the marketplace and she was with another girl who was now alse her
husband's wife.

It was with disappointment but not complete shock that Bojo was 
visited by a messenger from the King.  However, it was a blow to
me when the decreee was for him to take my sister, Naaele, for a wife.

Naaele did return from the King blessed with child.  A son came forth
from me as my second child and later Naaele's child of the King was
a son.   Once Naaele had brought forth her son, Bojo would enter both
of our paradises each night.  I preferred to be second as Bojo would
last longer and I may come.  Soon it was evident that Bojo preferred
Naaele over me.  He still frequently was within me, but he would more
often be with Naaele and often be with her twice in an evening.
Naaele was not fond of that, but I made sure she knew it was her duty
as a wife.

I would bring forth three more sons.  I was glad that I would send no
others to the King.  Naaele brought forth two more sons and two 
daughters.  Amicaa would bring forth ten children to Papa.  Twice she
brought forth two infants at a time.

There was rebellion in the kingdom and the King died.  My heart was
gladdened.  There were a couple of years where Amicaa's sisters were
of age but no one came for them.

But the times of evil returned and a new King brought back the old
evil and my little sister, Oslinn, now of 15 annuals was taken to
the new King.  She returned and was decreed to marry Amicaa's Papa.
I wondered how it was for him to have a second wife younger than some
of his daughters and how it would be for Amicaa's Mama to have such
a young wife around.

I again hoped for the death of the King and that a good King would
take his place.  For now I live with the knowledge that the anguish
my Mama felt will be mine if my precious Azida is taken.

I hoped for change.



THE END

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