Conception

WC 4237

Conception


There was a cantonment area West of Corinth, where the Goldens were kept. They were the original Homosapiens from whom Elves, Dwarves and Men derived their origins. The Empire called them Apes, Gorillas or Simians. In the Free Territories the only reference to their existence was in the library at Tristan City where in The History of the Founders, they were referred to as Mountain Elves. Following the War of Confederation an enclave was discovered in the Carpathian Forest and the creatures were rounded up and moved to their new home, The Compound.

The reason the Empire went to the bother was because these seminal ancestors were telepathic. This was their preferred mode of communicating which they supplemented with speech and gestures. Unlike the races that splintered off, they had well developed psychic powers and used speech as a supplement rather than the primary mode of communicating. Of these races only the Elves retained a vestige of their telepathy and that was especially evidenced in prepubescent females. For the majority of the “Blue Blooded Elves,“ who retained the telepathic gene, this talent had about the same range as speech however it required much more energy and verbal communications had evolved as the preferred mode. The more numerous Elvenhumes had no telepathic powers at all.

The Empire wanted to breed the Goldens in hope of producing telepathic offspring. Their experiment did not pan out and they were about to give it up, when they discovered that a Wizard mated with a Golden bred true. The resulting offspring were the Simian Elves, renowned for both their telepathic and far ranging psychic abilities. The Goldens, tolerated the breeding of Simians but absolutely refused to allow any back-breeding into their blood line. Despite being a captive people they were adamant on this prohibition and executed any member of their race who violated the mores. There was only one instance where this had ever occurred and the child born to the union was none other than the infamous, Creedor Kratz. He was the Compound commander, Director of Psychic Operations for the Empire and was the most feared Knight of the Order.

Creedor was a homosexual, as is generally the case with Simians, however he chose to keep his orientation concealed. His psychic powers were four times that of a prepubescent Elvin female and twice that of a Simian. He was inflexibly gay although his mannerisms didn‘t show it. Still the very thought of physical sex with a female was anathema. He was determined to have offspring but courting a female created a host of personal problems. The answer to his dilemma came when a Simian woman was captured at the Tiberian Gorge. He name was Petra and he acquired her indenture at auction and became her bondsman. He convinced her to marry him in a civil union, after promising the marriage would be in name only. She would bear him children but the process would be through artificial insemination. This she agreed to for several reasons. First she was a Lesbian, second the alternatives were not compelling and finally she wanted to have children. Creedor was aware of her orientation and had been using a female handler to make sure her predisposition didn’t undergo any unexpected transformations. He need not have worried. She was as queer as he was. Her handler was a Milk Maid named Hilda who was as big as she was unattractive. They bonded in the cell where Petra was being held captive.

Creedor looked at the clock. He hated wearing formal attire. He was nervous but no one would have guessed. It was time for them to sign the papers. He had wanted to ask Petra about her decision but his pride held him back. He motioned to Hilda nodding toward the Conference room.

“Go get her,” he said.

Hilda unlocked the cage and threw the door open.

“Time to go," she announced.

“What’s happening?”

“Get up and follow me.”

“Where are we going?”

“Don’t you ever run out of questions?”

Hilda led her outside and down the hall to the Conference room. Creedor met them at the door and extended his forearm. Petra gave him a confused look and took his arm. The door swung open and from inside came loud voices. There was a party in full swing. The room was decorated with banners, ribbons and balloons. There was a long mahogany table filled with hors d’ oeuvres. An Omph-pa band played in the corner. Excited anticipation hung in the air and as they entered, everyone began to applaud. The well wishers were formally dressed. The smell of wine and campaign filled the air. Creedor was behaving as the perfect host, and Petra stood dumbfounded in her prison gown with nothing underneath. Creedor led her inside. He cleared his throat.

“Ahem, Ahem, The reason I’ve asked you to join in this celebration today is because Petra here faces a very important decision. I’ve asked her to marry me but I’m not sure what her response will be. I want you all to witness what she has to say. Naturally I’ll be disappointed if she says no, but I’m leaving that decision to her. You all know that I’m her bond holder and I wanted to squelch any rumors that I was forcing her into marriage. She has a definite choice in the matter and I’ve invited you here to bear witness. I’m prepared to accept either a “Yes” or a “No” but whatever she decides I want you all to hear it from her. Then you can judge for yourselves if she was coerced or not.”

He dropped to one knee. “Petra will you marry me?”

Petra was stunned. She paused for a long minute…too long for most. There was a low almost inaudible murmur that began to circulate about the room. Creedor remained on one knee unperturbed.

At length she took a deep breath and uttered in resignation. “I will.”

There was a collective exhale of relief. If Creedor had been worried he didn’t show it.

“Mighty sure of yourself, weren’t you?” she said quietly.

“Actually, I wasn’t,” he answered. “This way my Dear.”

He escorted her over to the conference table where an official document and pen and ink awaited. He took the pen and signed. Then he indicated to a blank line and Petra signed next to his. There was another loud round of applause.

“Now my friends, I have taken the liberty of appending all your names and if you'll step up and sign as witnesses I would be deeply obliged.”

He took Petra by the arm and guided her to a side door that led into the Observation Room. There in the middle was a huge galvanized metal tub filled with hot water and sweet smelling spices. There were partitions drawn about and several young women stood with towels. On a raised stage, prominently displayed, was a satin wedding gown covered with white lace. Next to it was one twice it’s size in yellow brocade silk. Four more in red stood behind on floor manikins, receiving the attention of seamstresses.

“My dear,” said Creedor. “We’re on a tight schedule. In an hour we’ll be beginning the ceremony.

“The ceremony?” she repeated. It was slowly starting to sink in.

“Excited Darling,?” he asked.

She rolled her eyes.

“I hope you like the arrangements,” he said walking away.

“Get in the tub.” ordered Hilda

Petra cocked her head and paused. Then she smiled. It was a wicked thought that began forming. “You forgot to curtsy, Hilda….and start referring to me as “My Lady.””

Hilda hesitated, startled by the reminder of how things now stood and shocked at her new role. Then she curtsied, “Yes My Lady.”

Petra slipped the straps from her shoulders and dropped her gown, There was a gasp. Her body was stunning. Seeing it up close in all its naked glory was breathtaking, and a psychic energy resonated across the room. Gathering her dignity Petra walked to the tub. As she approached a bath matron extended an arm while another held a towel to attend her modesty.

This was so unbelievable, she thought stepping into the hot water. It was delightful and she immersed herself and began lathering with soap. “Lean back My Lady,” said a hair dresser who began giving her a shampoo.

Another poured a vial of oil and a third added a fresh bucket of hot water. As she finished washing, the dresser was wringing her hair. A screen was removed revealing a second tub. It too was filled with hot steaming water.

“This is the hot rinse,” said the Matron. “it’s so you can purge and detoxify. It will remove all the residue.”

As she stepped out, the Matron beckoned to Hilda. “You’re next,” she ordered.

“Why me?”

“You’re the Maid of Honor.”

Hilda’s jaw dropped in shock. Petra stepped into the second tub and began to soak. In a few minutes four girls entered the room and began examining the red gowns. They were two Goldens and two Simians. Who are they? wondered Petra?

We’re your cousins came four voices simultaneously to mind.

Petra stood up without thinking, water dripping off. Attendants stepped forward and began to towel her dry. Another approached with panties bra and a slip.

“I can manage this part,” said Petra reaching out and began putting on the garments. When she finished she walked over to the four girls. “Hi, I’m Petra. So we’re related?”

"I’m Nina, this is Lucy, Angie and Margaret. My father, Bodo was your Mother’s brother….that makes us kin.”

She went up to each one and embraced. “I’m so delighted to meet you," she said on the verge of tears…"I never ever imagined.”

“Yeah,” Angie replied, “and we never imagined a Simian cousin of ours would be marrying the "Tainted One.”"

“When did you find out about all this?”

“It’s been rumored for several days but we were officially notified after breakfast, just in time for the rehearsal.”

“Rehearsal?”

“Yes, its already been held. I stood in for you. If you have any questions once the ceremony starts, I’ll be listening. Its pretty standard stuff though. With your telepathy it’ll be a snap.

“This is all happening so fast.”

For us too. We were dying to see the gowns. I hope you don’t mind that we intruded on your bath?”

“Heavens, no. Come on, let’s all take a closer look.”

At this point they were joined by Hilda and everyone walked over and began looking at their dresses.

“Why don’t you go ahead and try them on,” said the Head Seamstress. “We had some general measurements but we need to do the final fitting.”

Time began passing and soon the clock struck quarter ‘til the hour.

“Who will be giving me away?” asked Petra.

“Horance, your father and Volusia your mother’s sister.”

“And the best Man?”

“Not the words I would choose.”

“What do you mean?”

“The “Best Man” is his Mother….Mariana Margoles, Consort to the Imperial Governor.

“His mother will be giving him away?”

“His mother will never give him away.”

“What am I missing here?“

“Don’t you ever run out of questions?” inquired Hilda. “Ask your husband after the ceremony.”

The door suddenly opened and in walked Horance and Volusia. They walked up to Petra.

“At last we get to meet in person,” said Horance as they embraced, He stepped back and smiled. I feel I know you already.

“I’m Volusia,” said a Huge Golden Female standing next to him. “Your mother and I were sisters. I’ll be giving you away, along with the “Wizard” here.” Been awhile since I got to hold his hand. She winked and then reached out and took Petra into a crushing embrace. Her body trembled… I sure wish your momma could be here. It was an emotional moment. Then Volusia took her by the arm, dabbing her cheeks. “Come now, lets walk over to the Temple. The rest followed and the entourage left the Main Administration Building and walked across the street.

Outside was a large crowd of Goldens. Guards armed with crossbows held open a corridor through which they walked. They were subdued but a note of tension was in the air. The marriage of a Simian to the Camp Commander was not receiving a well spring of public support. From somewhere back in the mass an onlooker shouted, “Abomination!” There was a sound of closure and leather batons thunking into someone’s body.

“Hurry along,“ Horance exhorted.

They entered the temple and walked through a magnificent garden and into a vaulted room with high arching windows. Sunlight spilled down. The effect was peaceful and serene like the floor of a primeval forest. There were full grown trees reaching up through the ceiling and abundant foliage, naturally arranged along the pathways. Alongside ran a brook and further ahead a waterfall cascaded into a deep pool. The party stopped and gathered as preparations were made for the final ordering of the wedding train.

Take Horance and Volusia's arms….that’s it step up in between.Vized Nina.

With solemnity they passed beneath a roman arch that opened into a panoramic vista. It was an exquisite blending of Nature, architectural and artistic motifs. The stream meandered about the perimeter of an area supported by massive columns. A U-shape stream bed, passed behind a marble dias. Lush foliage was everywhere adorning the walls and suspended from baskets . A broad path of smooth fitting stones stretched out towards the altar. There waited Creedor, Mariana and a host of dignitaries.

The priest spread his arms as the party assembled before him.

“We are gathered today to witness the Union of Creedor and Petra. If there are any that dispute the joining of these two in matrimony, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.”

Muffled cries spilled over from outside, coming through the windows. There was a surge of crowd noise, then the sound of batons and flails before silence reigned once more.

The Priest cleared his throat.

“Do you Creedor take Petra to be your lawful wife, to protect and cherish?"

"I do."

"Do you promise to partner her in the rearing of offspring, insuring they grow as Citizens and learn the ways of the Empire?"

"I do."

"That you will be firm in maintaining the order of your household and create an atmosphere of discipline and respect?"

"I will."

"Do you Petra, take Creedor to be your lawful husband, forsaking all others?"

"I do."

"Do you promise to partner him in the raising of children?"

"I do."

"That you will remain with him in the bonds of matrimony for a period of at least two years and during that time bring service and honor to his house."

"I will."

"That you will give notice of any intention to dissolve this union, after the required tenure, should you decide to do so."

"I will."

"Who gives this woman to be married."

"We do," answered Horance and Volusia

"By who's authority?"

"By the authority of a father," said Horance. "And I speak for her mother," chimed Volusia.

"And who gives this man?"

"I do," said Mariana

"By who’s authority?".

"By the authority of his Mother and the will of our Emperor."

There was a deathly and protracted stillness.

“Can’t you speed this up?" asked Creedor in a low and emphatic tone.

“Let the man do his job." shushed Petra with an unexpected edge.

He looked at her in disbelief, trying to remember the last time anyone dared correct him in that tone.

“By your leave,” he said shaking his head.

“The rings, please," said the Priest nervously.

Mariana reached onto her right index finger and removed a glittering diamond. She handed it to the Priest.

Hilda felt a gold band pressed into her hand. It was from Horance. She did the same.

“Creedor, Take this ring as a token of your love and give it to Petra.”

He complied.

“Petra, Take this ring as a reminder of your devotion and give it to Creedor.”

She did the same.

“With these rings I now thee wed.”

A murmur went through the crowd.

“You may kiss the bride.”

A calm settled over the room. Everything had been carefully orchestrated to this point but now there seemed a disconnect. For a long moment they simply stood looking at one another. His mother stared intensely, shifting her gaze from one to another. Petra felt the power that radiated from the Crone's body. It was like nothing she had ever experienced. There was an undercurrent of violent sexual energy and it made her tremble.

At length, Creedor put his hands about Petra’s waist and leaned over kissing her on the forehead. There was a gasp. The two turned and walked back down the path followed by the entourage. As they exited the building there were no further expressions of social outrage or political unrest.

In the street was a carriage. The door was held by a groom and Creedor assisted Petra inside. Then he helped his Mother up taking a seat along side her. A whip cracked and the coach surged forward. It clattered down the the cobblestones, out the Compound gate and up the hill to the Chateau. The driver swept the team around a tree lined boulevard and pulling back on the reins halted before the entrance. Another groom pulled open the door and the three descended.

“Welcome Home,” said Creedor taking each by the hand. Then he walked between them, up the steps and inside. A butler greeted them bowing low. “Take my bride to our chamber,” directed Creedor. Taking his Mother’s hand he escorted her into the library.

It took half a hour before all gifts and baggage were put away. Petra had started the day with a simple gown and now she had a closet full of dresses, sweaters and shoes and a chest of drawers filled with blouses, stockings and underwear. As she sat on the edge of a huge four poster bed reflecting on the events of the day, the door opened and Hilda entered. She was still wearing her Maid of Honor gown.

“That was some Hoop-La,” she said. “Did you have fun?”

"It was exciting. Here I’d been sitting in that cell with nothing to do but stare at the walls and suddenly everything started pouring down about my shoulders. It was like being caught in a thunder storm. Talk about rags to riches.”

Hilda sat down next to her.

“You were so beautiful. Everyone was captivated…, no stunned is a better word! I was so proud to be your Maid of Honor, standing there, in this gorgeous dress with everyone looking. It was the happiest day of my life.”

She reached out and brushed her hand against Petra’s face and pushed back a lock that had fallen over her eye. “I love you,” she whispered. Her chest began to heave up and down.

Petra, reached over and loosened Hilda’s straps. Then she took hold of the fabric and pulled it away. The Matron's bosoms spilled out. There was something about those huge breasts that never failed to excite her. From the first time she had been forced to nurse, pinned against the bars, Petra had been fascinated. It wasn’t just the size it was the dark aureole textured in goose bumps and the nubs that protruded like beckoning fingers. They pleaded to be gently kissed, to be fondled and suckled like a babe. She reclined Hilda back onto the bed and began to suck.

“Oh gawd, I love it when you do that,” groaned the big woman. “I love it when you take me in that little mouth of yours. I want to stuff your cheeks full, until you can’t take any more…then wallow as your tongue drives me absolutely out of my mind. She laid back squirming while her young mistress toyed and teased about. After a while she rose up and began untying Petra’s corset. Exposing her bosoms, she began to massage. Petra sighed.

Hilda reached behind, and pulled the wedding gown down over Petra's waist. Then she tugged her panties over her hips exposing her thighs and stomach. A swirl of golden hair surrounded the tuft and the scent gland perked up like a miniature nipple. As often as Hilda had stroked it, sexed it and milked it, she delighted in taking the soft tip between her fingers and seeing it grow firm and responsive.

Petra began to get aroused. There was no need for drugs to stimulate her desire. Her body had been manipulated by knowing hands and insistent fingers, guided by a strict teacher, and now she responded to the ques like a racehorse in the hands of a jockey. She laid back and let Hilda work her body and was already close on an orgasm when she felt hot lips descend upon her flower. Large breasts pressed into her lap and a hungry mouth began to work relentlessly. The smell of lilacs filled the room exciting the passion of their bodies.

Then Hilda stopped and stood up, taking hold of the hem of her dress, a worried look on her face. Petra looked down wondering why she'd stopped. She was frustrated and a little piqued. The Matron lifted the fabric and to Petra’s dismay, she saw a long black dildo hanging from straps about her waist.

“Why are you wearing that?” she blurted.

“Lay back Petra. I’m really sorry it has to be this way.”

“You planned this with Creedor," she said in dismay, “Didn't you?”

“Don’t be angry. At first it was just part of the job, but then things between us began to change. I almost hesitate now, to go through with it."

“Then don’t! Please don't master me...not like this!”

“Creed won't take that for an answer. Somebody‘s got to do it…would you prefer someone who doesn’t love you?”

“No, but I don’t want to remember this moment…, not with you and that atrocious cock.”

“Would you prefer having your husband do it?”

“No!”

“Perhaps Bogo?”

“Definitely not.”

“How about Mariana? His mother is probably wondering why her darling boy didn’t offer her the honors. She’s been salivating over you all afternoon…Didn’t you notice?”

“Please! Don’t remind me. What am I to do?”

“Spread your legs and lay back. This won’t be as bad as you think.”

“Tell me how it works.”

“There’s a spring inside with a plunger…it’s loaded with Creed's sperm. I activate the trigger and it squirts inside. The same way a man does, now lay back and relax, while I put some lube on.”

After a moment Petra felt a heavy weight settle on top. She felt her Handler searching with the tip. It groped about her pubic hairs feeling for the opening. She found it and began working the tip inside. Petra stiffened arching up as it began to muscle, sliding deeper. Without pausing it rent her hymen and began stinging like a wasp.

“You’re hurting me!”

Hilda paused. “Tell me when the pain subsides.”

Petra was breathing hard and fast.

“Are you OK?”

“Just do it Hilda, get it over with.”

The Maid pushed inward, until at last her short hairs merged with Petra’s.

“Be done with it,” begged Petra.

"It's not quite so simple," explained the Matron. She smeared some aphrodisiac beneath Petra’s nose. Then she backed it out.

"Why are you prolonging this?" Petra arched her back, watching in fascination.

Hilda paused and pushed once more fully inside. “You have to dance on it Honey; come on now dance with me.”

“Show me what to do.”

“As I pull out you lift up, as I push in you surrender…come on, start moving with me. I’m going to increase the tempo.”

The aphrodisiac began to kick in. Petra wiggled and squirmed as Hilda began working it in and out.

"My gads!", she exclaimed, sweat forming on her brow.

Hilda picked up the pace; An insistant and relentless stroke.

“I can't do this all by myself...you have to help..."

"How?"'

"Call out to my spirit.”

“What?”

“If you want this to take, Our spirits have to get involved.”

“Our Spirits?”

"Without their help you won't conceive."

"What must I do?"

“Seduce them, plead with them, What the hell do I know…you have to evoke their presence.”

“What do I say?”

“Talk dirty, say whatever comes to mind.”

“Take me Hilda, take me.”

“That’s my girl…coax that fire out of my soul.”

“There’s a vapor coming from somewhere.”

“Plead with it…incite it….”

She drew back as Petra rose up

“Fuck me Hilda, Fuck me hard.”

She thrust in as Petra fell back in surrender.

“There's a mist rising and swirling about us.”

She drew back

“Don't stop, don't stop!”

She thrust deep

“Its winding around our bodies.”

She drew back again

“Goodness Gracious!”

She pushed in, “It’s squeezing us. Do me! Do me!”

Hilda began thrusting wildly…

“Petra cried fearfully, “I hear voices, a choir of moaning voices.”

"I’m coming for you Sweetheart."

"Give it to me!, Give it to me!"

Hilda thrust deep, seating it on the straps. “Take it Petra, its yours."

“I’m coming I’m coming.”

She tripped the trigger. Her lover felt the squirt.

A misty fog settled like dew over them, mingling with their hot sweat. A cold chill ran down their spines. Petra jerked about in the throes of ecstasy, thrashing out of control. Her Butch hung on, holding her wrists to the mattress until finally exhausted, they both lay still.

Hilda pulled out the dildo. It was red with blood. The sheet was stained.

“I love you, Petra,” she wept.

“I love you too, I always will."

They embraced kissing passionately in a languid embrace that continued for a long time.