The Proxy

This is starting to feel like a "real novel" and I'm having fun building the world. I'm beginning to realize that I'll need to heavily rewrite the first few chapters to fit into what it's become. I hope you enjoy what it's turning into.

As always, comments are welcome.

Now, on to the story.

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THEN

EVA

Life quickly became routine for Eva at the convent. Madam Chanel met with her periodically for basic lessons on pleasure while Eva took class after class on everything from history to court etiquette. Most of it she knew, but some of the history was interesting enough, from the early days of the Fealty Wars to the formation of the Davaraugh, the ruling council of the Union. They didn't discuss the present war even though she was interested in it. Even when asked, the instructors would defer, saying that that part of history was still being written.

She thought about friends from school that had been shipped off to the war that the Union had been fighting for what seemed like her entire life and had never come home, especially Michael. She would push thoughts of him out of her head when someone would mention the war and focus on the lesson at hand. She vowed she was going to be a good girl despite her curiosity. When talk of the war came up in the lounge, she would find somewhere else to be. She noticed that she wasn't the only one and was grateful for that.

One cold and damp late autumn night a group of girls gathered in the lounge discussing politics and the war in particular. Without much fanfare she hesitated as she walked by them before continuing towards her room, though she couldn't help glancing back at them. All four glared at her. One, a very tall girl with dark brown hair and eyes, was all daggers.

"Too good for us, new girl?

Eva stopped, turning to face the girl, her own eyes all fire. She tried to remember any of the girls' names but could not and that infuriated her even more as they sneered at her. The brown haired girl watched her, sitting back and crossing her arms under her ample chest and quirked her mouth. Eva was about to say something she she felt an arm hook her own, pulling her away.

"Come on, Eva," Jillian said with a smile. "I need some help with that reading we had in Arts and Literature today. You know how pre-Fealty poetry confuses me."

Eva sputtered a response and let the other girl pull her along. She thought she heard the ringleader mutter something about a princess and a bumpkin.

"You don't wanna start with those witches," Jillian said. ""Specially not Amelia."

"Which one was she?"

"The tall one," Jillian said, her rustic accent poking through the faster she spoke. "She got to be seven feet tall in heels. Thought I heard one of the Madam's say she's got some of the Mountain Folk blood in her."

"Mountain folk?" Eva said.

"Y'know, ogres," Jillian said, making a face as she said it. "I think your folk call 'em trolls."

"You should watch how you say things," Eva said.

"I am perfectly capable of speaking properly when necessary," Jillian said, her accent completely gone. Eva couldn't stop the giggle. Within a moment, Jillian's accent was back, "Can't help it, they just get me so hot in the seat, thinkin' they hot stuff 'cause they from the Capital."

"They don't seem very nice," Eva said, looking back down the hall. "They shouldn't be talking about the war. We were told it was not proper conversation."

Jillian rolled her eyes but said nothing.

"Honey, the war's touched everybody," Jillian finally said as they turned a corner towards their rooms. She sounded soft and vulnerable as she spoke. "Honestly though, I can't blame them for talkin' about it sometime. If we can't talk about it freely here, then are we really free at all."

"We serve the whim of our lords," Eva said. A long moment of silence passed between them as Eva's mind wandered. She was surprised to notice the other girl staring at her.

"What was his name?" Jillian asked.

"Michael," Eva said. It felt good to say his name out loud Jillian smiled broadly and nodded but neither girl said anything.

"First love or first fuck?"

"Jillian!"

"It's obviously one or the other...or was it both?"

"We are told to let go of our pasts," Eva recited. "We serve the whim of our lords."

"You can just shut it off like that?" Jillian asked. "I wish I could but if you saw the way Wes fucked me...oooh, boy, that'd make even the ogress back their blush." Suddenly, she frowned. "He died. Never even told his parents nothin', just that he died serving the Union."

"First love or first fuck?" Eva asked.

"It doesn't matter," Jillian said, smiling. "We have been told to let go of our pasts."

They both laughed and walked arm in arm. Jillian pulled her close before looking up and down the hall. When she seemed satisfied she whispered to Eva, "I've got a bottle of sherry back in my room. Let's warm our bellies and think fond thoughts of Michael and Wes."

Eva nodded. The next morning was a day with Madam Chanel and Thad, so Eva didn't think it would be frowned upon, so she let Jillian lead her down the hall to her room.

Jillian's room was no different in size and shape than Eva's room, but where Eva kept her room sparse with few mementos of home, Jillian's was completely decorated with the rustic flare of her home province. Pictures of horses and hills covered the walls, sharing space with several broad brimmed hats. A saddle etched with a symbol that Eva didn't recognize took up one corner of the room and in another leaned an acoustic guitar. Eva smiled.

"Do you play?"

"Yes, very well as a matter of fact," Jillian said. "Madam Victoria Rae feels that it will work in my favor come selection day."

"Do you think they'll send you back to one of your provincial lords?"

"Naw," she said. "Lord Beelin don't believe much in the Proxy tradition. Think he has two or three for his boys or when other lords come to visit. I'm actually hoping for the Pokes or out on the Steppes."

"You can ride too?"

"You can ask anyone Madam Victoria Rae throws at me."

The two girls laughed as Eva took a seat as Jillian moved to her closet to pull out the sherry. She showed it to Eva and smiled.

"Got this from a girl at the convent house," she said as she poured a glass for Eva. "She didn't get selected and wound up there. Her name was Tila. A pretty little thing from the Northern Isles."

"My mother is from the Northern Isles," Eva said.

"You haven't even had a drink and you're already blabbing," Jillian said, smirking as she took a swig of sherry. 'I can't wait to see what you start confessing after a few."

They sat in silence as they drank. Jillian filled her glass a second time. Eva didn't feel much like talking about Michael and it seemed that Jillian didn't really feeling like talking about Wes. They drank in silence, both watching the rain on the window. It was Eva who broke the silence. Three glasses of sherry made her head swim and warmed her belly, but it wasn't enough.

"I hate the cold," she said suddenly. "My room is so cold. This building it so cold. Everything about this place is cold. I miss the sun and the warmth of home. And I know it's going to get worse. I can't get comfortable here and they won't give me enough blankets to make the cold go away."

She wrapped her arms around herself and sighed, looking over at Jillian.

"You can stay here tonight," she said. "We can keep each other warm."

Jillian stood and undid her jumper. It fell to the floor, leaving her only in a shirt. She moved to her closet and pulled out a nightie, pulling off the shirt and her underclothes, she pulled the nightgown on and laid down in bed. Eva stayed in the chair.

"I've never...never lain with a woman," Eva said.

"It's alright," Jillian said, lifting the blanket for Eva to join her. Eva removed her jumped and took off her bra, leaving only her shirt on as she crawled into bed. She nuzzled up to Jillian's warm body. Jillian pulled her close and tight.

"This is nice." Eva said as Jillian nuzzled her neck, her hand resting on Eva's hip. A warm feeling spread inside of her as Jillian slipped her hand up her side under her shirt and gently kissed her neck. Eva arched her back as Jillian sucked on her ear.

"Can I touch you?" Jillian asked. Eva gasped as Jillian's hand touched her tit.

"Please," Eva said as she turned to face Jillian. They kissed, tongues darting as Jillian's hands reached down between Eva's legs. She gasped as Jillian deftly fingered her, gently rubbing her clit as they kissed. Eva pulled Jillian closer, her own hands tugging at Jillian's nightie, pulling it over the other girl's head.

Jillian kissed her neck, unbuttoning Eva's shirt and pulling it off. She kissed down, sucking on her nipples as she continued fingering her. Eva gasped and moaned as Jillian increased her pace with her fingers. She kissed down Eva's tummy, pushing apart her legs as she moved down.

"What...what..."

Before she could say anything else, Jillian was kissing her inner thighs and moving closer to her pussy. Jillian gently opened Eva's pussy and started flicking her tongue. Eva arched her back, putting her fingers into Jillian's hair. Eva felt like she was going to explode as the other girl's tongue moved around in circles inside her. Eva started to pant as the feeling inside her came to a crescendo. She pushed her crotch into Jillian's face, grinding against the other girl's face. Eva squealed as she came, tightening her thighs against the side of Jillian's head. She sighed and shivered as Jillian slid up next to her, pulling a blanket over them. They kissed and Eva could taste her on Jillian's lips. Her own hands found Jillian's pussy and she started playing with her. Jillian smiled, her eyes rolling back into her head as Eva found the spot. Jillian's breath quickened. She squirmed under Eva's touch.

"Oh, God, yes, yes, yes," she moaned, louder each time, her body tightening as Eva's fingers deftly touched her. "God, yes, I'm going to cum..."

"Not yet," Eva said, stopping her fingering, Jillian panted, looking back at Eva. They ground their pussies against one another. Jillian's mouth desperate as they kissed.

"Please, let me cum, I need to cum," she pleaded. Eva ran her finger, covered with the girl's juices over her lips, Jillian licked at her fingers. "Please, Eva, don't tease me. Let me cum."

"I want you to cum," Eva said, kissing Jillian's neck. She gasped as Eva's fingers teased at the other girl's pussy. "Just not yet."

She hungrily kissed down Jillian's taut belly down to her pussy.

"Please," the girl breathlessly gasped, "make me cum."

Eva had never gone down on a woman before. She'd made out with a few, dry humped several of her friends at sleepovers and things like that and even fingered one of her classmates at a graduation celebration on the beach. But this was new to her.

She tried to remember what Jillian had done to her. She was amazing, better than Michael, who didn't like doing it. She pushed thoughts of him aside and rubbed Jillian's clit while she used her tongue to fuck the other girl's pussy. Jillian moaned with pleasure and gasped Eva's hair with her hands.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Jillian arched her back then squealed when Eva prodded the girl's other hole. She writhed with pleasure, pulling a pillow over her face to lessen the keening sound she made as she came, hard. Her entire body shivered and shook, squeezing her thighs around Eva's head. When she finally stopped, she collapsed back onto the bed and let Eva kiss her, their tastes mingling with one another. Eva smiled at the girl as she looked sleepily up at her.

"Are you warmer now?"

"Yes," Ava said, resting her head on the other girl's shoulder. They fell asleep that way.

It was still dark out when Eva uncurled herself from the sleeping Jillian to head back to her room. Slipping out of the room dressed only in her shirt with her clothes tucked under her arm, she moved deftly into the hall. Jillian didn't stir. She was so concerned with not waking Jillian she didn't see the other girl in the hall until she ran into her.

"Watch who you associate with princess," Amelia said as Eva took a step back.

"What?" Eva said. The other girl smiled as she passed by.

"Don't let yourself be tainted by the unselected," she said as she opened a door to what Eva could only assume was her room. "Unless you want to be nothing more than a convent girl."

The words spun around in her head as she made her way back to her room. The rain had stopped but it was still cold. As she settled into bed, she half-wished that she'd stayed with Jillian instead of going back to her room.

The next morning Madam Chanel met her at nine in the morning in a car. Dressed in a gray pant suit, her hair up and wearing glasses, Madam Chanel could've easily been any number of the professional women Eva had grown up with. The accountants and clerks that made up the Second Tier. Women that were free to live as they wanted. But Chanel was a Proxy. Or had been a Proxy once. Eva didn't pry but she wondered about the woman at times like this.

"You seem distracted this morning," Madam Chanel said.

"I-I spent the night with another girl in the convent," Eva said, remembering that the Madams had a good idea of everything that went on when the girls were free to do as they liked. It paid to be honest with them. She expected a stern talking to.

"Which girl?"

"Jillian," Madam Chanel said. She nodded her head but gave no indication of any displeasure as she read from her planner. She shut it and looked over at Eva. "There is no reason to be ashamed. We all have needs and sometimes the simple companionship of another satisfies that need."

"Of course, Madam Chanel," Eva said.

"Did you orgasm?"

"Yes," Eva said.

"Did you make her cum?"

"Yes," Eva said.

"Good," Madam Chanel said.

"What if it happens again?"

"So be it," Madam Chanel said, her hand reaching out and touching the top of Eva's hand. "Get pleasure when you can because it will not always come in the life we have chosen. Know this, your skills are far beyond those of Jillian's and she will benefit from your tutelage."

Eva made a face, not sure what to think about that. She turned to look out the window and saw they were headed to the cottage.

"What do you know of the Mountain Folk?" Eva asked.

"Is Amelia giving you trouble?"

"Not yet," Eva said.

"The ogres are a tricky people," Madam Chanel said. "The men are big brutes. Ugly. Massive. Huge cocks. The women are tall and curvy. Well put together but generally as ugly as the men. Every so often one is born like Amelia. Pretty not beautiful like you and very sought after by powerful men. And someone like Amelia knows it." Madam Chanel smiled. "She was the belle of the ball for a long time at this convent house, until you showed up."

Eva felt the heat rush to her cheeks but said nothing else.

"Do you have your plug in?"

"Yes," Eva said. "Are we going to practice anal today?"

"I was speaking with the selection committee," Madam Chanel said. "We've decided not to."

"Won't it make me more desirable as a Proxy?"

"Yes," Madam Chanel said. "And we're going to use that as a selling point, if you will. Not that you are some simple piece of livestock, but a precious commodity that will be sought after by every lord in the land."

"As you see fit, Madam Chanel."

"Good," she said. "You are making excellent progress in all of your lessons and may be ready for the next selection."

"That's not possible," Evs said. She'd barely been at the convent for three months.

"It is," Madam Chanel said. "So we're accelerating your training a bit."

"How so, madam?"

"You experienced an evening with a girl?" Madam Chanel said. "Perfect. Today I want you to work in tandem with another girl."

"Who is she?"

"Keisha," Madam Chanel said. "She was trained as a convent girl."

"Is that possible?"

"Some girls don't meet the rigid requirements of being a Proxy, however they garner interest from the program," Madam Chanel said, opening her planner again as she spoke. "They go through a very intense but truncated version of our training."

"I thought only girls that didn't get selected get sent to the convent houses," Eva said.

"No," Madam Chanel said. "We wouldn't have enough girls to address the needs of the clientele of the convent houses, so they created a special program to train girls to service that clientele. Few know about the program but its become a vital part of what we do."

"I see," Eva said.

"Pay attention to her," Madam Chanel said. "You can learn from her. She's eager and very good at what she does. Needs to work on her demeanor a bit but she's very popular."

Eva nodded and looked back out the window.

"Will we be with Thad?"

"Yes," Madam Chanel said, smiling. "He is very special."

Eva said nothing in response. The car parked in front of the usual cottage and Eva followed Madam Chanel inside. In the parlor, a young woman sat in a chair reading a book. She looked up and smirked, if you could call it that. She stood up, dressed in leggings and a loose tunic, she was the same height as Eva and of similar build, though a bit bustier with more of a bubble butt. She kissed Madam Chanel's cheeks and hugged Eva as if they were sisters. Her dark brown eyes, big and intense, looked Eva up and down.

"Oh, I think poor Thad doesn't know what he's in for today."

"I've prepared something for you in the room upstairs," Madam Chanel said, moving to her observation room. "Thad will be here shortly. I expect you to be ready."

There was no conversation as Keisha took her hand and led her up the stairs. In the room were matching bra and panties with black thigh highs that were more like socks than stockings. The girls got dressed without saying a word. Eva had to admit that the girl was good looking but definitely not Proxy material. She had a small gap in her teeth and even when she smiled the rest of her face looked annoyed. They looked in the mirror admiring the way they looked when Keisha stepped close to her, resting a hand on her hip.

"I've never been with a properly trained Proxy," she purred in her ear. Eva almost opened her mouth to say something but stopped. Instead she pulled her around by her panties to face her and began to kiss her. Keisha seemed caught off guard by the move and gasped. Eva pushed her back as they kissed. When her knees hit the back of the bed, she fell back and Eva moved on top of her. The girl moaned slightly as Eva squeezed her tits, their tongues intertwining and prodding one another. Eva's hand snaked down the other girl's soft tummy to her wet pussy. Eva teased her as they continued to kiss.

Eva moved down the girl's body, kissing and licking as she made her way down, teasing her at her nipples as she did so.

"Oooh, God, you are good," Keisha said as Eva moved down between her legs and started darting her tongue in and out of her pussy. Keisha moaned and ran her hands through her hair, pushing her into her crotch as Eva went to work on her. Eva was so busy that she never heard Thad enter the room until she felt his strong hands on her hips. Eva squeaked as she felt his mouth on her pussy.

Waves of pleasure ran over her as Thad expertly teased it out of her, his tongue moving in perfect concert with his fingers inside of her. She pushed back against him. Keisha moved out from under her and moved over to Thad.

"I've heard all about you," she purred as Eva moved away from him. They kissed before taking turns kissing him. Eva reached down, stroking his hard cock as she kissed Keisha. They exchanged glances and she nodded. They both dropped to their knees and started sucking his big cock, taking turns working it. Keisha slobbered as she sucked on it, Eva worked his balls. Thad groaned and pushed down on Keisha's head further onto his cock.