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Subject: {ASSM} The Vessel
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Date: Mon, 28 Sep 2015 17:10:02 -0400
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The  Vessel
 
    The  high Lady Alana, her robe belted hiding the ample bosom and hips.  
No small  soft curves beneath the material, full round ones billowing out 
the hour glass  figure.  Looking exactly like the one she is holding in her 
hand, the  grains of sand almost exhausted as she paces the room.  Waiting, 
as her  husband sits quietly.  Long legs extended in front of him.  A man of  
power in the realm; but timid in the confines of their  bedroom. 
    His  attempts to sire an heir and move up in the progression have come 
for  nought.  The fault whether with him or her still comes up empty.  His  
prowess as a nighttime swordsmen well known and thought to be the cause of 
many  vocal disturbances in the confines of their sleeping chambers; but 
still no  offspring in the estate or adjacent town attributed to him.  Possibly 
the  ablutions of his wife after their sexual encounters might account for 
his not  causing her to be  with child.  The potion from the midwife.   Alana 
has used many bottles of the potion.  Her appetite greater than her  
husband's, her body well protected by the household guard.
    A  virgin vessel often the answer for a couple, especially of high 
standing that  are unable to produce an heir.  A preferable choice for women, 
who did not  want to deal with the months of bearing a child or the risks that 
come with this  process, especially the birthing. 
    "Where  is that girl,"  Alana's voice showing her impatience as she 
continues to  pace the room, the flickering light from the fireplaces and  
candles throwing shadows against the walls.  The hem of her dressing  gown 
trailing on the polished stone floor, her well turned ankles and calf''s  exposed 
with each step, bare above the soft slippered foot.  Her husband  watching 
dejectedly, knowing that he has failed in giving her a son or  daughter.  
Accepting the vessel as an alternative rather than  divorce.  Being she is of 
royal lineage not him.
    A  light tapping on the door, "come in", Alana's voice strong and 
commanding.   The tall girl stepping into the room, her shift simple and white, 
hanging on her  angles.  Head lowered as she moves to Alana, then curtseying 
with a soft,  "good evening my Lady."  In spite of her tall frame, her 
movements easy and  smooth.  The resemblance with Alana, marked in many ways and 
glaring in  others.  The long brown hair, framing their faces.  The nose a 
bit  long, hazel eyes, the mouth long, with a softness around the girls and a 
tight  slit on Alana.  Both very tall for females.  Under the robes, the  
differences much more noticeable.  Alana full of body, lush curves, breasts  
sitting high on her chest, full and round, the areolas  round and dark,  
tipping the full globes.  Her stomach smooth and waist narrow, hips full  and 
wide, what might be thought of as peasant hips, made for bearing  children.  
Her mound softly rounded, surmounting the full lips hidden  between her 
thighs.  Long smooth legs, sturdy; but not heavy.  Her  body hairless below her 
neck. 
    The  girl tall as Alana, more angular, her breasts small on her chest, 
nipples always  seeming to be semi hard.  Large nipples, suckers as some 
would call  them.  Her stomach smooth and lightly muscled, still covered by a 
layer of  fine down and soft flesh.  Hips not quite as wide as Alana's but  
full.  Also shaved, on her mound and pubes.  Thighs thinner, but again  
extending the long legs to her big feet.
    The  girl picked with much deliberation.  Most important is that she be 
a  virgin.  That many of her facial and body traits be close to Alana's.   
Quite intelligent and of a stable demeanor.  Good family.  Many girls  have 
felt the finger of Alana, entering there private area, checking for the  
membrane of flesh to attest to their virginity.  Many feeling shame as  Alana 
announces to their family that they are not what they say.  Alana  finally 
settling on the girl, allowing for her small breasts; a wet nurse the  
solution for that.  Thinking that a son would not matter if he had her big  breasts 
or the girl's small ones.   The girl now a member of her  household and a 
future tutor of course.
    Smiling  a small smile, Alana thinking on how the interviewing was 
quite pleasant.   Not of the girls; but of the men.  Oh yes.  Allowable to have 
a man  other than husband as the donor of seed.  Not that she hadn't already 
 sampled a number before this decision to seek a vessel.
    Allowed  under the law is the right to use a man and woman as the 
surrogate's so to  speak, as long as each partner participated in the formal  
coupling.
    The  Lord a tall dark complexioned man.  Not a warrior, thin of body.  
A  true diplomat, a so so lover and incapable of producing heirs it  seems.  
Not having that organ that was talked about so often of the Dark  Region 
people.  Adequate yes, but just an appetizer.  Now, a number of  the guard did 
possess a member that was of an abnormal variety.
    The  girl standing meekly in the middle of the room, not moving as the 
Lady paces  around and around, her nerves now raw awaiting the legate to 
oversee this  rite.  Finally, the tapping on the door, and the official 
entering quietly,  eyes looking to the Lady and Lord,  "I am sorry, but had 
official duties to  administer first."  A nod of her head the legate seats himself 
at a table,  his scratching starting the process as he records information.  
The Lady  giving the information for the girl, the girl nodding assent to 
the  validity.  "Oh, there will be a minor variation."  The legate looking  
up,  "We will use a proxy for the seeding of the girl."  Eyes widening  some 
as the official hears this not usual procedure. 
    Walking  to the door, the Lady Alana, beckons to a guard standing in 
the hallway.   As he enters, he bends slightly to fit his helmeted head under 
the top sill of  the doorway.  His bulk filling the room with a glitter of 
polished  armor.  Lady Alana, did not necessarily pick her donor based on his 
 intelligence; but most definitely on the size and skills of this warrior.  
 His origin most definitely of her husband's homeland.  There the  
resemblance was starkly different other than height. 
    "Strip,"   Alana commanding the soldier, his body flexing as he pulls 
the helmet from his  dark bald head.  The golden breastplate clanging noisily 
on the floor as he  bends over and then stands, his tunic wide across his 
back.  Thick arms and  thicker legs, extending from the purple cloth.  Then 
as he pulls it over  his head, a thickly muscles back, layered with shiny 
swells of flesh, exposing  his cheeks, girded by a small loincloth.  Undoing 
the cloth, and exposing  the hard round maixmus gluteus muscles.  "Stand 
there," pointing to a  section of wall, the soldier turns and the heavily muscled 
abdominal muscles,  hold your eyes for only a moment, as movement of the 
long thick black shaft,  waves proudly in the air.  The full sack hanging 
below, hinting of a potent  seed.
    The  girl eyes wide, stares trancelike as she takes in the gigantic 
warrior.  A  clap of Lady Alana's hands, breaks the spell, and looking to 
Alana, the girl  quickly strips naked, her body tall and evenly formed.  The 
small breasts  tight to her chest, slighly rounded tipped with full nipples.  
Her stomach  softly rounded, falling to the bare flesh of her pubes.  The 
flesh slightly  swollen, as the girl stands, hands at sides, fidgeting as if to 
cover her naked  flesh.  Looking from Lady Alana, to her husband, then to 
the Legate and  then looking up at the stationary soldier, his face showing no 
emotion, not  moving but for the slight sway of his rigid organ.
    The  legate eyes watching as the husband mounts his wife, his stiff 
prick standing  straight from his belly, peeking from the bottom of his tunic.  
Kneeling  over the Lady Alana and then inserting his long dark cock into 
her slick  hole.  The sound of wet sucking announcing the sword being 
sheathed.   A few quick strokes and the Lady Alana, waves him off, her thighs opened 
wide to  the eyes of the Legate.  Taking in the moisture, the full lips and 
then  blocked as she beckons the soldier to her.  Laying back on the soft 
spread  of pillows, her legs spreading wide, her tongue licking her lower lip 
as the  large form, blocks from view all but her lower legs.  The man 
leaning down  and an audible, "aghhhh", as his cheeks clench and his hips rock 
forward.   Lady Alana, already panting as she curls her legs around his hips, 
pulling her  body to his, locking him to her.  The hard wet slap of flesh 
loud in the  room.  A strong sound from Alana as the warrior buries deep with 
each  stroke.  
    Her  husband watching for long minutes, then beckons the girl to a  
mattress cover with a thin white sheet.  The girl, slowly moves to the  bed, 
and lies down, legs together and hands at her side.  The soft chuckle  of 
amusement, as the husband moves to the girl, leaning his hands grasping  her 
ankles and not gently pulling them apart.  The soft grunting from  Lady Alana, 
stopping as she turns to the girl and watches.  Her husband's  fingers 
prying at the flesh of the girls pubes, opening the lips and stroking  between 
the slit with his fingers.  the girl looking up afraid, as she  feels the 
fingers sawing at her dry flesh, then her body moistening as her  elicits 
lubrication.  Spreading her legs further, he kneels between her  legs and leans 
forward, pressing his hard shaft to the entrance of her  tunnel.  Positioning 
the fat head, he eases forward and splits the lips,  the girl wincing as he 
encounters her membrance of flesh.  The jerking  his hips, he stretches the 
hymen, breaking the  skin with a quick  push.     "Aggggghhhhh."  The scream 
excaping her lips  before she can bite down on her lower lip.  Tears 
forming quickly as  she feeling the shaft sliding past the ruined flesh, deeper 
into her  tunnel.  Holding her legs apart as the man slides the hard shaft in 
further  and then out a few inches, stroking in and out of her hole.  His 
rhythm  moving quicker as he feels the lubrication around his cock. 
    "Enough,"   Alana's voice strong as she sits up, looking over at her 
husband and the  girl.  Her husband sliding out of the girl, his hard cock 
glistening  with juices.  The girl breasts rising and falling on her chest 
rapidly,  holding her legs apart with an effort, as the Legate walks over and 
confirms the  red stain beneath her buttocks.  Nodding to Lady Alana in 
confirmation, "it  is done and she is virgin flesh."  The words pronouncing that 
the  vessel is valid and may be used for the continuation of the rite.  "All 
has  been fulfilled as each has been part of the other."
    "You  may leave Legate,"  the official dismissed as Lady Alana lays 
back and  prompts the soldier to continue with has onslaught of her body.  
"Leave us  husband, find yourself a girl for the night."  Taking his tunic and  
dressing quickly, his weapon still at the ready, he leaves with no words.   
Blood pounding in his head at how he is treated.
    The  girl eyes closed, laying on her back, the red stain widening under 
her body, as  she listens to the sounds of the hard battle of the Lady and 
the soldier.   The sounds in the girl's ears that of flesh striking flesh, 
soft moans and mews  of pleasure and hard grunts as the long thick shaft 
slams hard into the warm  moist tunnel.  Words of a gutter nature filling the 
room as the Lady, feels  the thick black cock, filling her tunnel, and taking 
spasms of pleasure from her  body.  Her body squeezing at the bludgeoning  
shaft, shaking in  uncontrolled passion as the thick mushroom head pushes her 
flesh open,  stretching her as her husband never has done.  Finally pulling 
the stoic  soldier and his impaling spear to her fat wet lips. Trembling as 
her orgasm  shakes her body.  Nails reaching and raking across the thickly 
muscled  belly.  Her screams of pleasure, causing the girl to shake in 
terror,  already having seen the disparity in size of the Lord's sword and this 
mountain  of a warrior.
    Looking  over at the Lady's legs trembling as they strain on the thick 
hips, heels of the  feet digging into the round cheeks of his ass, the girl 
waits wondering how she  can take such a monster into her body.  As Alana 
slowly drops her legs  from the tree trunk of the behemoth black man, she 
whimpers in loss, slowly  edging back and the suction of the cock pulling free 
of the sloppy wet lips,  loud in the room.  Then turning quickly to lie on 
her belly, Alana kisses  the gnarly knot tongue questing for a moment.
    "Take  the girl."  The words husky and thick as she looks over, propped 
on her  elbows, watching the huge form shift from one to the other.  The 
girl  looking up as the man turns to her, his weapon large and thick, waving,  
glistening with Lady Alana's juices.
    The  ebony giant, looms over the girl, looking up with fear at his 
face, his  eyes.  Then sweeping down over the deep chest, the evenly matched  
abdominal's, then to the thick forest of black curly hairs, the shaft, poking  
straight ahead, the knob, coated with moisture.  The scent as he leans  
overpowering, reeking of sweat and musky.  The slow smile appearing as his  
lips part, the teeth so white and even.  The bed bouncing as he lowers his  
massive arms on either side of her shoulders.  The thickly knotted thighs  
inside of her legs, brushing against her inner thighs.    The  mushroom head, 
tapping against her slightly swollen pubes.
    Looking  up with fear in her eyes, her body still sore from the initial 
 penetration.  The size of this cudgel much rounder and slightly longer 
then  her virginity taker.  The thick dark head, pushing her lips apart as she  
breathes deeper, feeling the bone, press at the entrance and then forcing 
her  tunnel open as it fills the dark grotto between her legs.  Moaning 
steadily  as it stretches the flesh around it, trying to spread her legs wider to 
release  the pressure.  Her lower body feeling so full, eyes watering as 
the lightly  lubed cock is swallowed by her lower lips.  Hands reaching to her 
mound,  the fullness overwhelming her thoughts. 
    Looking  up, seeing the gleam in the dark eyes, and the shadow of the 
huge body looming  over her, filling her, impaling her.  Ragged breathe 
escaping as his mouth  lowers and his lips force hers open, tongue pushing into 
her soft lips.   The thick tongue filling her mouth, as the thick shaft fills 
her lower  lips.  Her small breasts pressed tight to her chest as the 
muscled  body  covers her, smothering her soft white flesh with the dark 
glistening  warrior's body.  Not able to move at all as chest to chest and belly to  
belly, he lays over the girl, then the hard thrust of his hips thrust the 
spear  the last few inches into the girls body.  Pinning her to the bed as 
the  rubbery head, presses on her womb, plugging the opening.   Her scream  
stolen by her mouth.  The shaft pulsing as he lays over the  girl.
    A  hard slap and his eyes open wide with surprise.  Another as Lady 
Alana  swings the flogger against his tight cheeks.  "Do not waste my time, 
fuck  that girl and make her my baby,"  em phasing her words with another lash 
of  the leather on his flesh.
    The  giant pushing off the girl with his bulging arms, rising above 
her, upper body  and then lower raising, the embedded shaft drawing back up her 
glove of  flesh.  Gasping as she is able to breathe with her mouth and 
lungs.   The crushing weight raised from her body.  Legs turning inward,  
involuntarily as the long cyclinder of meat slides out of her tunnel.   Flesh 
closing to hide her womb, catching a quick breath and then the slam of  leather, 
followed by the hard cock rending her tunnel wide again.  Quick  bucks of 
the man's hips, moving the cock in and out, the girl barely able to  catch 
her breath.  Her tunnel adjusting to the girth somewhat; but still  feeling 
uncomfortable each time the length is buried in her lower body.   Juices 
coating her walls and his veiny shaft, making the long hard strokes more  
bareable. 
    Each  stroke of the flogger signaling for the cock to push forward 
again.   Reaching with her hands to the thick corded arms, the girls feeling her 
body  sliding upwards along the mattress, driven by the hard fucking.  
Containing  her screams in her mouth, as she keep her lips tightly shut, 
breathing raggedly  through her nose.  In spite of the lubrication her vagina is 
stretched wide  and aching from the bruising fuck.  Tears sliding out the 
corners of her  eyes, as she looks up at the round black face, grimacing as he 
receives the hard  blows from Alana.  A moment reprieve as she changes arms, 
her panting loud  in the room.  The grunts from the soldier and the wet 
sucking as the  black shaft  presses in and out of the bruised girl.
    "I  am going to come my Lady," his words loud in the room.  His 
movements a  little faster, outpacing the flogger now.  Long hard pushes of his 
hips,  shoving the cock deep.  The girl crying openly in pain as it hits her  
cervix, the thick mushroom head pushing at and filling the opening to her  
womb.  Through teary eyes the girl looks up and knows the moment of the  first 
rush of seed.  The warrior's face tight, mouth drooling spittle as he  
holds his hips tightly between the girls legs.   A small jerk as each  spurt of 
the thick seed fills her womb. 
    Lady  Alana behind the ebon warrior, her fingers massaging the seed 
from his huge ball  sack, moving in her hand as each spurt of sperm shoots into 
the girl.   Alana, leaning over and turning the head of the black giant, 
her tongue pushing  at his lips, fucking them as he stay buried in the girl.  
The girl lays  watching the tableau as it plays out, her body sore and wet 
with her own sweat  and that of the man.  Legs splayed wide, sore and aching. 
   Thighs sticky as her juices and the cumm ooze out of her tightly packed  
hole.  Finally Lady Alana draw the man upward, his large sword sliding from 
 the gash of the girl below.  Shiny with his cum and lubrication.   Still 
long and hard.  Arching as he stands awaiting Alana's  directions.
    "Close  your legs girl,"  her words matching her hands as she pushes 
the legs  together.  Clenching them tight as she feels the seed oozing from 
her  swollen lips.  Taking pillows, Lady Alana tucks them under the girls 
thighs  and cheeks, tipping her lower body to help hold the seed inside.  Gently 
 ministering to the girl, fingers brushing a puddle of cumm forming in the 
bowl  of the girls tight thighs and pubes.  Bringing the fingers to her 
mouth,  licking at the juices, then leaning to kiss the girl lightly on the 
lips.   "You will give me a strong son or daughter, won't you sweet Patrice."  
The  words not a question, but a command.
    "You  will be seeded many times girl, so that we know you have been 
fertilized.   And you will learn to enjoy the men I give you to for this."  
Smiling she  turns to the black giant and draws him to her bed.  The night air 
is filled  with her moanings of pleasure, Lady Alana  noble and slut.  The 
girl  patrice a vessel to carry on the lineage of Lady Alana.
    
    
    
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