Chapter 8

The next several minutes were extremely painful and embarrassing for Amita. In the first place, inserting anything in one's own ass is somewhat awkward. In the second, the butt plug's maximum diameter was a challenge. In the third, Kiran became rapidly impatient and tended to impede Amita by swatting her on the ass -- theoretically to goad her to further effort, but it had the opposite effect, since she would clench both before and during a swat. Amita was crying openly by the time she succeeded in burying the plug in her ass. "Isobel!" Kiran directed, "Take her to her quarters and watch her. The plug is NOT to be removed without my explicit permission!"

"Yes, Master."

"And YOU!" Kiran spurned Amita with a foot. "Crawl!" He gathered the other pair with his eyes. "That one is trouble -- well beyond what I expected YOU to be!" he told Kellie. "See that you learn from her!" He directed the pair to resume their earlier positions, side-by-side before him, with finger waves. "Sharmila, you are here to provide the benefit of your experience to S--, er, Kellie, so that she may please me. You will teach her what she needs to know -- demonstrate, show her, help her -- ease her transition into full womanhood. Do you understand this task?"

"Yes, Master. I believe so," Sharmila nodded.

"Excellent. You may ask questions and obtain clarification at any time -- do not guess. Do you both understand?"

"Yes, Master." It was a chorus.

"I will now stand. Remove my clothing, then begin with oral sex." Kiran rose and the women rose also to get at his clothing, after which he reseated himself. "Begin."

"Master, if you could bring yourself forward a bit and spread your legs widely, it would help us..." Sharmila requested tentatively. Kiran did as she asked; the chair surprised him by modifying itself to support him in the new position. Sharmila drew Kellie forward. "I will test the waters for a moment while you watch," she told the blonde girl. "Master, please tell me if I do anything that you do not enjoy."

"Proceed," Kiran intoned.

Sharmila began by licking the head and the underside of Kiran's erection, jacking back the foreskin so she could get at the frenum. With her other hand, she very gently rolled his testicles between her fingers. Kiran gave a grunting sigh of approval -- yes, Sharmila knew what she was doing. She pursed her lips and pressed them over his glans, keeping the ring tight, sliding them over his shaft while her tongue took over the job of teasing the underside of his glans. She applied suction -- not too much -- just enough to collapse her cheeks in over her teeth. She took him in several times to a depth comfortable for her, reversing each time until she was kissing his glans, then backed off.

"You are accomplished," Kiran approved. "That was very good!"

Sharmila ducked her head, embarrassed. "I enjoy it, Master." Kiran nodded and waved, and Sharmila spent the next several minutes talking Kellie through duplicating her efforts. When Kellie seemed to get the hang of it, Sharmila added, "There are other things -- if I wanted to drink Master's seed, I would give him a prostate massage -- but since we are preparing you to lose your virginity..."

Kiran waved. "It is probably better if I am not suffering from any immediate urgency. You may teach this, too. Kellie, you will collect my seed -- swallow it and do not spill any, as it is an insult to me to do so. Do you understand?"

Kellie nodded around his erection.

"Continue as you are," Sharmila directed. "Master, please forgive the invasion..." She wet a finger in her mouth and began probing Kiran's ass.

She was gentle and Kiran cooperated; soon, he was getting flashes of sensation from her buried finger. "Master, may I ask a boon?" Sharmila asked. "May we share your seed?"

"Yessss..." Kiran croaked. Both of his women were doing magical things. "Watch this," Sharmila told Kellie, and ran a fingernail along the line from below Kiran's anus to his testicles.

"AAAAAHHGHHH!" Kiran howled and lurched up, grabbing Kellie's head while his cock suddenly swelled and erupted in her mouth. Sharmila's finger continued to stimulate his prostate while e pulsed and pulsed...

"MMMPH!" Kellie grunted. Her mouth was filling! Kiran somehow managed to loosen his grip on her head and Sharmila murmured, "Back off a little. Swallow -- but save me some..." Kellie backed off a bit and strained some of the thick goo through her teeth and swallowed in, holding some in reserve. The taste was odd, meaty, like an odd gravy; it probably wasn't anything she would want to eat regularly, but it wasn't intolerable. Kiran let up and she suckled his glans, her lips ringing the base, while he panted and groaned, finally flopping back.

Sharmila withdrew her gooey finger from his rectum; he would be satisfied for an hour or so, she estimated, after that ejaculation. Hopefully, she hadn't ruined young Kellie's defloration....

Kiran waved at Kellie. "Give her her gift."

Kellie sat on her heels, trying to figure out how; Sharmila smiled and murmured, "Just kiss me, child, and pass it with your tongue." She leaned in, holding her gooey hand out to one side, and collected Kellie's lips. Kellie, embarrassed, tried her best to make it just a transfer, but the older woman insisted on sliding her tongue into her mouth and holding her head so she couldn't escape with her clean hand. Kellie waved her hands until she heard Kiran chuckle, then relaxed; apparently, he had no problem with what was going on, so she could only get into trouble by not cooperating.

When Sharmila had collected all she was going to, she backed off. "Thank you."

"Go wash and come back," Kiran ordered Sharmila brusquely, then pulled Kellie to him. "You did very well. Settle against me -- I wish to explore you." Kellie found herself on his lap, leaning against his left side, braced by the chair arm -- which adjusted to conform to her -- while his hands traced her breasts and her belly. The other chair arm melted away, allowing her to shift her legs and sit sideways "The furniture is amazing," Kiran observed mildly.

"Yes..."

"Spread your legs." Kiran ruffled the trimmed fluff on her mons. "So you are really blonde -- or is your beautician very thorough?"

"I'm... really blonde." His fingers drifted over her labia and the hood of her clitoris; it was insane, after what she had seen of his ruthlessness, but she wanted his touch. There was something in his attitude -- something disturbingly like Daddy... Daddy was a 'Person of Power' as Kellie thought of it -- and she had seen him deal with people many times the way Kiran did -- not generally in a sexual way, but with the same basic manner; if you made a mistake, you paid for it -- and it tended to be either embarrassing or painful or both. Kellie had sat in Daddy's lap while he had dealt with subordinates many times -- and he could be stern, but he always appeared to be detached about the whole thing. And while Daddy had never, EVER touched Kellie sexually, she'd seen him deal with women -- and his methods were amazingly similar to Kiran's. Sometimes she wondered if he arranged for her to eavesdrop on him when he was breaking in some woman who thought he was her ticket to the easy life -- it was, after all, so simple to use the key Daddy had given her to let herself in the little side door that bypassed his secretary's office and sneak into the little closet that opened both from the bathroom of his office suite and the office itself -- that closet with the conveniently louvered doors... Sitting on Kiran's lap brought on a sort of déjà vu -- she was one of Daddy's playthings -- and she was not. She was watching from the closet as he explored an acquisition and took possession of her -- and she was sitting on his lap.

Kiran was exploring the differences. "Pink nipples," he muttered. "I'm not used to those... They look... tender." He took Kellie's left nipple between his thumb and forefinger and Kellie stiffened, but he merely rolled it between them -- and it stiffened and lengthened and the areola around it tightened and crinkled just like on his other women.

Kellie swallowed and pulled in a breath, surprised at the sensations. Kiran was right; the Indian women both had brown nipples -- even Isobel, did, despite her fairer skin. Isobel was thinner, but had a lot in common with Donna, actually. Kellie was no longer under the illusion that her looks were ever going to be anything but a handicap with her new master -- but being different MIGHT help her achieve some kind of parity if she could please him in other ways. "They're just a little different in color, I imagine," she gasped. His cock was getting hard again, against her hip; she reached down and unfurled it.

"You seemed tentative with Sharmila," Kiran muttered, fondling her breast.

"Yes," Kellie agreed. "I don't do that sort of thing..." Suddenly, she remembered the AI, "Well, not around guys, anyway. I didn't want you to get the wrong idea."

"What idea would that be?" Kiran asked.

Kellie, sensing a trap, replied carefully, "That I was more interested in girls than in guys."

"Have you much experience with women?" Kiran asked.

"Some," Kellie admitted. "It was, um, a game, sort of, sometimes..." This was as close as she wanted to come to admitting that she'd occasionally made one of her sycophants pay her dues between her legs.

Kiran chuckled. He got it -- and didn't feel any need to abuse her over it, for the moment. It wasn't a surprise, after all -- he'd have done similar in her place. "Good. I plan to have Sharmila assist in relaxing you. Clearly, we won't be further unnerving you by introducing you to anything new." He lowered his hand to her vulva and wormed a finger between her nether lips, moving it up and down the pink inner core of her; Kellie began to moisten immediately.

Sharmila returned. Before she could settle to her knees before him, Kiran directed her, "Turn around." The pig-tail was still there, pointing down. Kiran frowned. "Kneel where you were for the insertion of your tail," he directed. Sharmila knelt and turned side-on to the chair. "Turn the opposite way," Kiran corrected. Sharmila did so; this left her facing to Kiran's right. "Correct the tail," Kiran instructed Kellie, "I want it pointing up."

The instruction was SOOO 'Daddy'; many times he'd had her on his lap and had he do some little thing to add to someone's humiliation. Kellie didn't even think about it -- she just reached out...

"Try not to make it too uncomfortable for her," Kiran added as her hand settled on the pink rubber tail.

"Yes, D-- um, Master," Kellie replied dutifully and set about determining just how tightly the plug was stuck. It WOULD rotate; Kellie gently twisted it back and forth until it seemed to be adequately free to rotate, then turned it to the desired position. Sharmila limited herself to a couple of quiet grunts.

"Is that unpleasant?" Kiran asked.

"Well, er, not terribly..." Sharmila admitted.

"I think she enjoyed it," Kiran chuckled, making a motion for Kellie to move the tip in a circle without rotating it, an action that would tend to stretch Sharmila's anal opening a bit. Kellie did so, gingerly, and Sharmila groaned. "Yes, I'm sure of it. More later, perhaps." He released Kellie, prompting her to stand. "We will retire to my suite, now." Taking Kellie's hand in his left and Sharmila's in his right, he led them to the bedroom.

"Mr. Wentworth," said Michael, Joseph Jeremiah Wentworth II's assistant, entered the room, "The police commissioner is on the telephone with some... disturbing news."

J. J. Wentworth didn't get calls from beat cops -- for anything. "How disturbing, Michael?"

"I really don't know, Sir." Michael kept his job by not exposing himself unnecessarily.

J. J. grunted and punched the button. "Good evening, Paul. What can I do for you?"

"Well, J. J., this is good news or bad, solely based upon your opinion of it," Paul returned, "but I figured that I should relay it. There was a pickup at one of the malls today -- the little bakery café at the one off Fortieth. Kellie was extracted."

J. J. grunted. He'd been trying for three months to organize a pickup for Kellie; the plan was for her to go out with a bright young man in R & D whose family was firmly in J. J.'s pocket, thereby granting Kellie significantly more control over her situation than the data indicated that most concubines had. This... this was unexpected. "Do you have any details?"

"I had an investigation done," Paul Barkleigh, replied, "and delayed things for a couple of hours in order to have something for you. Witnesses said she presented herself to a young fellow of Indian extraction -- and that he was somewhat ruthless in bringing her to heel."

Wentworth frowned. "How ruthless?"

"She was somewhat insistent in pressing her case," Paul replied. "The man accepted her, then directed her to remove her clothing. She gave him some lip and he slapped her around some, first for disobedience, then for poor attitude. Then he had her, um, fellate him."

Wentworth grunted again. "I was hoping to avoid that scenario."

"It's not unusual for a sponsor to make a new concubine pay for her ride up front, J. J.," Paul murmured.

"I know," Wentworth sighed. "I'd hoped to put her out with a somewhat more malleable sponsor."

"For the record, I don't believe anything but her pride was injured."

"Given the circumstances, that would be an event certain to occur, anyway," J. J. actually chuckled. He had conducted quite a bit of research on extractions and had few illusions. "What about the Eggers girl?"

"She was also extracted -- by another male of Indian extraction," Paul replied.

"Can you forward me the report? I'll need names. Who can I talk to in order to get a grip on this?"

"You can't get her back, J. J.," Paul warned. "It just doesn't happen."

"I just want to talk to her and her sponsor -- that's all. I'll want to do what I can for her. At least she managed to get picked up..."

"I'd start at the embassy, I guess," Paul told him.

"Thanks, Paul. Shoot me the details ASAP, will you?"

"Certainly," Paul replied, and hung up.

"Get me the Confederacy Ambassador," J. J. directed Michael, "and get me that report!"

Sharmila was busy, jacking Kiran's erection while licking and sucking Kellie's clitoris and pink split. Kiran had actually been there for a bit, but had moved up to engage Kellie's lips and breasts. It seemed to be working; Kellie was wet and wriggling...

For Kellie, things were a lot different than that ugly scene at her pickup. Kiran was being extremely attentive and gentle and Kellie would have been aroused in any case -- but Sharmila was playing her pussy like a violin! Kellie's fears that Kiran would climb atop her and shred her hymen while she screamed in agony -- the scenario suggested by her pickup -- were set aside; Kiran was approaching her defloration as a rite of courtship. Kellie was under no illusions -- it was her great good luck that she had never deigned to allow some boy to take her virginity; if she had, Kiran would no doubt have used her and abused her and tossed her aside like a toy -- preferably broken. This was her opportunity to achieve parity with the other women in her little family -- and she wanted to be successful, whatever it took. Fortunately, it appeared that all she REALLY had to do was relax and enjoy Kiran's ministrations...

The possibility that it was more complicated than that occurred to her -- but holding herself off seemed unwise at the very least. Sadly, she had no idea how any of the others were going to react to Kiran's advances, so there was no way to guess at what point she would go beyond pleasing him over her responses and end up confirming his 'blonde slut' stereotype. What she DID have was Sharmila -- who had some interesting kinks, apparently -- and who, with any luck, would give Kellie some latitude by comparison.

Beyond a certain point, over-analysis led to a lack of response -- something Kellie didn't think was a good idea -- so she went with the flow. If things went anywhere NEAR according to plan, this wouldn't be the last time Kiran inserted himself in her vagina; to do anything that might keep him from looking forward to it was just stupid! Kiran was the master -- the boss -- not just some guy who wanted to have a party between her legs. The usual analysis of whether he was good enough to be there was out the window, anyway -- he was the ONLY one authorized! That being the case, Kellie looked to the up-side of the situation.

There was plenty of it. Kiran was doing better than a lot of girls at tripping her trigger. His hands on her breasts explored and teased and manipulated, rather than groping and his mouth was hot and spicy on hers, his tongue frisky and demanding. Thank God she hadn't picked that ugly little man with the tobacco stains all over him... She found herself caressing him, feeling his muscles ripple under his skin as he moved against her. Sharmila's hot mouth on her clit was almost unbearable, it was so good -- but arousal in the presence of a man brought other imperatives...

Sharmila smiled as she released Kiran's cock; Kellie had both hands on it, caressing it and sliding back the foreskin to palm the knob with her other hand. Kiran's grunted reaction was all either woman needed to know that Kellie's efforts were effective. Sharmila concentrated her full attention on Kellie.

When Kellie took his cock in her hands and began to rub the soft, bulbous head, Kiran seemed to try to devour her, his lips and tongue urgent, aggressive, while his hands turned her nipples into electrified spikes! As for his cock, it felt wonderful in her hands -- smooth and silky, but hard...

Kiran backed off to pant, "I must have you! Are you ready?"

"Yes!" Kellie gasped back -- and meant it!

Sharmila got out of the way as Kiran rolled atop the young blonde. Kellie positioned him at her opening herself, rubbing his glans along the pink valley of her cleft and poising him at her opening. Kiran rose to a bolt-upright position, his hands on either side of her at breast level; her hands rubbed his shoulders, once he was in place. Looking deep into her eyes, he snapped his hips, burying himself inside her.

The pain there was unmistakable; she flinched and gasped and shuddered. Kiran held himself in place with just his glans buried inside her, waiting for her to relax.

She was shredded -- there was no mistaking the sensation. Something too big to fit had entered her, tearing away at the barrier to her opening. It burned -- but he stopped, thankfully, to allow her to get control of the pain and her reaction to it. Seeking reassurance, she looked up at him through eyes wet from the pain, "Now is the good part, right?"

Sharmila answered for Kiran, "He needs to move. It will probably continue to sting for a while, but it will get better. Continued arousal helps -- may I masturbate her?"

"Yes," Kiran approved. He pressed a bit and Kellie's inner walls spread for him, then he backed out to his original position. Kellie gave a whining grunt and closed her eyes, but reopened them when he stopped.

"Go on," she husked. Yeah, it hurt, but it wasn't killing her. There was this odd itchiness to it -- and a familiar undercurrent to the pain. "Just a little..."

Kiran did as he had done before -- once, twice. He was doing more damage, but the impact of it was tailing off as the tissue separated enough to allow less restricted movement. Her hymen parting like canvas before his sword of love as it sliced through. Kellie, her eyes glazed as she focused her attention on the site of their joining gave an unconscious nod; he was abrading the raw edges of the barrier, but not tearing it further. Kiran pushed into her again, going for more depth -- and the feel of him spreading her inner walls was more important to her than the sting of his passage past her torn barrier. "Yesss," she husked, "Do it..."

Kiran smiled and rocked slowly deeper into the young blonde. Kellie was his first virgin -- his first conquest. He could pound like a wild thing in experienced, used cunts -- and he had a pair to choose from. Kellie would welcome his manhood in time as other women did -- but it would be more welcome if he took his time now, making certain that arousal superseded her pain. He took a half-dozen slowly accelerating strokes to bury himself fully inside her, then slowly ratcheted up the pace and the power.

Kellie found herself handling it easily. She'd seen porn flicks; she knew that he was taking it easy. His care and concern eased her fears; it would be all right -- he would treat her well, as long as she didn't act stupid. Kiran was like Daddy; other people's opinions might not be important, but his were -- and life was good as long as he was happy. Sharmila's fingers on her clit were nice, but she didn't think she needed them to orgasm. "Yesss," she panted, staring up at him. "Go."

Released, Kiran moved on to look for the stroke that met his needs. Kellie was there, the first of his women; they were past the point of care and moving on to the joining that brought mutual pleasure. He began to power into her, his arousal overriding his care.

Things became actively dangerous for Sharmila's fingers as the couple's pubic bones began to bash one another. She tried to get back in there, but it just didn't seem possible any more...

"Sharmila," Kellie panted. "It's okay..."

Kiran wasn't satisfied. He wanted his hot blonde concubine to scream in orgasm! "Take her breasts!" he directed tersely.

There wasn't room between Kellie's head and the head of the bed for Sharmila -- but Kiran buried himself, grasped Kellie's hips, and tugged her down a foot, then resumed his attack on her recently virginal cunt. Sharmila gingerly inserted herself between Kellie's head and the headboard, kneeling and taking the blonde's head on her thighs, and took the young blonde's nipples between her fingers, milking them gently. Somewhat to her amazement, the solid surface behind her plumped and softened to support her back while avoiding the protruding tail.

Kellie felt as though her nipples were Tesla coils, throwing fat arcing sparks between each other and her clitoris! Kiran's cock was just amazing, sliding along her inner walls, smashing against her opening and her clitoris and pumping up her arousal like a balloon -- one that kept growing and growing, and Kellie suddenly realized what would happen when it burst...

She couldn't stop it -- and she CERTAINLY didn't WANT to! She began rocking her pelvis up to meet Kiran's aggressive pounding, matching her surfaces to his on impact to maximize their pleasure. It was coming... it was coming.... It was... "WWAAAAAAAAAHHH!" she screamed, her eyes rolling up so that only the whites showed as a HUGE orgasm blasted over her! "EEEE! EEEE! EEEE! EEEE!" she screeched, clutching the surprised Kiran with all four limbs as her vagina tried it's damnedest to suck his cock inside her!

Kiran, taken totally by surprise by the fierceness of her explosion, erupted inside her in long, fire-hose pulses, milked by her tight, churning inner walls. "AAAAAHGH!!!" Sharmila would have been surprised if she'd seen the size of the flood; after the prostate massage, where Kiran could have gotten another load like that wasn't clear. But it wasn't a normal night and it wasn't a normal fuck -- and Kiran had plenty of resources stored up, since bachelorhood meant a regular dearth of sex.

Sharmila's arms impeded Kiran's access to Kellie's face -- but her brown-nippled breasts were right in his face for the same reason, so he collected a nipple between his lips and suckled and nibbled on it. Sharmila gasped and groaned and a tiny peak surged through her in sympathy -- not a full-blown orgasm, but a flash of pleasure.

In a moment, Kellie and Kiran quit straining to merge themselves at the crotch. Kiran released Sharmila's nipple and settled back, while Kellie unwrapped her legs from around him. "Get us something to clean ourselves with," Kiran directed Sharmila, who eased herself out from under Kellie's head and padded off to do his bidding. "That was the good part," Kiran smiled at Kellie.

"Yes." Kellie's return smile had a certain Mona Lisa flavor to it.

"So. You are a woman now -- my woman," Kiran declared.

"Yes." Kellie paused a moment before adding, "Master."

Kiran chuckled. This one... this one had made considerable ground in the past half-day. Some of the others had better watch out...

Things were perhaps less than optimal for the Parsupula family. Of his four women, two were very definitely aunties; although Anne had always held a certain fascination for Sanket, she was less than stunning, nude, and Inez was, well, portly, to put things gently Could Sanket bring himself to sex Anne? Very definitely. Was it the right thing to do at this moment? Perhaps not. As for Inez, she was the result of an unthinking moment of generosity -- one that could backfire on both of them if Kiran displayed his usual dismissive attitude toward non-Indian women and made all of their lives miserable by abusing Inez's daughter. Better she didn't know if she couldn't help...

As for Rachana, she was... damaged. This was Sanket's fault, more than anything else; he'd been the one who decided to teach her a lesson by requiring her to open herself to a procession of strangers during the pickup. Now, she was physically sore -- and that didn't even begin to approximate her mental condition. They couldn't have sex, for multiple reasons, physical, mental, and emotional -- but if Sanket had sex with someone else, what it would do to Rachana made the idea difficult to contemplate.

That left Donna -- whom, he'd discovered, was a virgin. Sexing Donna, given her situation and Rachana's would quite possibly traumatize Rachana for life -- despite the fact that Donna appeared to be more than willing and was currently the most desirable of Sanket's women. Therefore, on his first night as a sponsor, with four women technically available for him to vent his lusts upon, he was looking at sleeping alone.

Inez approached him. "We should talk."

Sanket eyed her. "All right." What new demand would she make?

"Tell me about Rachana."

Sanket sighed. "I love her -- but she conspired with her family to make negotiations for her hand in marriage difficult for me -- not because she did not wish to be my bride, but because she wanted to ensure that she would not have to fulfill the traditional Indian role. She wanted concessions from me --Western concessions of my authority as a husband. I was willing to grant these -- but she wanted to tease me and humiliate me and took some pleasure from it. Then we were picked up -- and she revealed the game she had been playing. I was angry -- if she wanted to be a Western woman, she could be a Western slut, I decided, and required her to offer her virginity -- and sex -- to others. It was foolish of me, but pride led me astray."

Somewhat to Sanket's surprise, Inez nodded sagely. "My culture has similar customs -- and our men are probably even more susceptible to pride. Rachana got what she deserved for her silliness -- but if you love her, the damage must now be mended. She is ruined, in her own eyes; her life is ruined. Her foolishness has destroyed her. I have spoken with her and she does not blame you -- she knows that she played stupid games with you and must pay for them. But if you spurn her now, her life is over -- and she may decide to take it."

"I have no intention of spurning her!" Sanket protested.

"She does not know that," Inez replied gently. "It is up to you to tell her, before things go any further. Sex is unwise, due to the number of men who have had her, if nothing else -- but she needs your comfort. I do not think that Rachana is very... sexual. The episode today presents an additional problem. She will love you and she will do her duty as your woman and she will make a fine mother -- but you will need to turn to others for satisfaction, regularly. Sex with Rachana will be for procreation. Fortunately, you have three other outlets -- Rachana will accept this, probably with some relief, since it is the culture in which we now all operate. To a certain extent, she will see it as her ongoing punishment for her foolishness, but because everyone else must tolerate it, she will not be unnecessarily humiliated." She pursed her lips. "This is my advice; tonight is not a night for sex -- either with Rachana or with another. You are the man and this is your decision, but I advise against it. You must comfort and accept Rachana, without sex. If you turn to another for relief -- you are the man, and much is being asked of you -- I recommend that it be away from Rachana and that you limit yourself to a woman's mouth. While she will come to welcome it, if Rachana sees you placing another woman before her sexually after her ordeal, it will add to her injury. If you take oral service from a woman without giving her pleasure, it is better than nothing, but still not good."

"I thank you for your counsel," Sanket murmured, thoughtful. "What if Rachana offers me sex?"

Inez thought about it. "Take what she offers, but demand no more. If it pains her too much, find a way to stop without humiliating her, if possible. She may choose to service you orally as an act of penitence -- accept that and find a way to give her your seed no matter how poorly she does it." After a moment's further thought, she added, "It is all right to... press her a bit for your pleasure under those circumstances. She will feel better about being directly punished."

Sanket nodded. "Thank you. Send the others to bed."

Inez nodded. "If you would like, I could make myself available in case something goes poorly -- although I'm not certain how we could do this without..."

The AI interrupted, "Everything that transpires may be relayed to the one called Inez's quarters based upon your authorization. A concubine cannot do this for a sponsor, but she can in order to supervise children. The effect would be the same as what you would call a baby monitor."

"For tonight, then," Sanket agreed, nodding. "Thank you."

"This is my new job, and I do it happily," Inez smiled. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight." Sanket turned and headed for Rachana's quarters.