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The Bond Ch 02 2

The Bond Ch 02 2

by naughtybun
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My chin slipped off my hand and I jolted awake. Eyes wide, I sheepishly wiped a bit of saliva from the corner of my mouth while my two chaperones stared at me disapprovingly. It was a long trip to the Palace, and after the ceremony last night there was no time for sleeping.

I shifted on the carriage bench, my vagina's muscles aching in a surprisingly nice way. I felt a slight pang of anxiety. The Bond had already begun; I belonged to the Palace now and in exchange my family's status had been elevated one level. Fabre had been very gentle in our stolen hour together last night, but I wasn't completely sure that it was gentle enough to fool them. My family had promised their first (and only) daughter untouched and, well, I had been most thoroughly touched last night.

The chaperones watched me closely, both dressed in heavy black fabric that must have been absolutely stifling. I was wearing a white travelling dress that was bad enough. I stared back at them, wondering if they could already sense that I had already broken my family's bargain.

My thoughts were interrupted by another jolt: this time from the road changing from dirt to cobblestones. I sighed. The carriage was clattering so much now there was no chance of getting any more sleep. Instead, I pulled back the curtain to watch the looming shape of the Palace grow steadily larger.

*

Before long, I found myself climbing up the marble steps of the Palace, flanked on either side by a chaperone. The ACTUAL Palace. Nobody had set foot here since my great-grandmother...no, I wouldn't think about that now. I had to focus. Focus on being the innocent and pure girl that my family had bargained with.

The uniformed guards opened the double doors and I crossed the threshold into my new home.

Standing in the enormous tiled foyer was a middle-aged woman. She was dressed in rich but simple grey fabric with hair slicked back in a tight bun.

"Anesha?" she asked, without ceremony.

"Yes...er..."

"Madam," she said for me, in a clipped tone.

"Yes, Madam," I said obediently.

"You must first be washed, then you will be examined by the Doctor. If everything is in order, you will then be shown to your quarters. Your duties will be explained to you in due course. You will have an attendant if you require anything. Do not, under any circumstances, wander the Palace unattended. The consequences will be severe."

Not certain what to say to this rather grim introduction, I merely nodded in acquiescence.

"This is Hanina. She is your attendant. If you are unkind to her, I will be far more unkind to you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Madam," I said, not being able to stop myself from pulling a face. Who on earth would be unkind to a maid? I glanced at Hanina. She was slimmer than me, but she was taller and looked quite strong under her powder blue robes. Hopefully someone had asked her to be kind to me!

"Very well. Hanina, please take Anesha for her bath. I trust she is in need of one after a long journey".

"This way, Mistress," Hanina said to me, her voice soft and deep. Madam lifted a hand indicating for me to follow, so I did as I was bid and let Hanina lead the way.

I tried not to let my mouth gape open as we walk through the halls at the front of the Palace. The marble floors were matched by white walls and offset by black and gold trim. Our family had been considered wealthy back home, but compared to here we were absolute paupers.

Eventually we arrived at a bath house. It was open air with several rooms, and a couple of women lounged in a pool.

"Mistresses..." Hanina said, bowing her head.

One of them stood up, exposing her breasts above the waterline.

"Oh look, it's the new one. Gosh, she looks provincial. Look at that wild hair! We'll let you be, Hanina, you have your work cut out for you!"

Laughing, the women left the pool, dried themselves off with towels, and covered up before heading out of the bathhouse. The entire time they gossiped within clear earshot about where I may be from and my various likely attributes and failings.

Exasperated, I turned to Hanina who had opened a door to a private bathroom. I followed her in, and without waiting for me to say anything, she began to undress me. Using a pail to dip hot water out of a tall narrow tub from the wall, she doused me without ceremony until I was completely drenched. She then took some scented soap, sandalwood perhaps, and began unprompted to scrub my arms with a loofah. I stood patiently, allowing her to clean me head to toe, but jumped a little when I felt the slight scratchiness of the loofah between my thighs.

"Um, Hanina, I can do that part..."

"Sorry Mistress," she said calmly, "I have to make sure you are suitable for the Doctor."

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She gently nudged me so I spread my legs further apart, and this time using her hand, began to gently wash between my labia. Apart from my mother and maids as a very small child, I had never been touched there by a woman before. Hanina was all business, but I was surprised at how confident and meticulously she washed me. I was even more surprised when she began washing further back and jumped away.

"Hanina, with all due respect, is that really necessary?"

Hanina gave me a calculating look. "Do you want to pass the Doctor's examination?" She asked?

"Of course," I replied, "but..."

"Then you must be clean," she stated in a final tone. She beckoned me to move back to the centre of the room, and I complied, too nonplussed to argue further.

Her fingers again found their way between my legs, and even though I knew that she was just ensuring that I was clean, I nevertheless couldn't help the slight throbbing that started there. Mercifully, she was soon done. After I was washed, she then trimmed my pubic hair until you could almost see the skin below. Then she tackled my hair and, with the practiced ease of an expert, combed my curls out with cream and, after meeting some more resistant tangles, cut some out with the scissors.

After that, I was dried and powdered and clothed in a fresh white robe. Hanina led me back down another hall until we came to a locked door. She knocked in a specific rhythm, and the bolt clicked. The door opened and Hanina looked at me expectantly. Realising I wasn't going to get any further instructions, I took a deep breath and entered the room.

*

The most obvious thing was that unlike the bright marbled decor of the rest of the Palace that I had seen so far, this room was all dark wooden panels and soft, warm lighting. A metal table stood in the middle of room with a small trolley beside it, and a cloaked figure leaning against it.

"You must be Anesha," they said, their voice almost the same timbre as Hanina's.

"Yes...uh, Doctor?" I said uncertainly.

"Indeed," they replied. "Leave us!" the Doctor commanded the silent guards who I hadn't noticed stood either side of the door, and they left and closed the door behind them.

"Now," the Doctor said, "this way".

I approached the examination table and hesitated, unsure what to do. The Doctor sighed.

"Remove your robe and lie on your back on the table," the Doctor said with a little impatience. A little nervous, I did as I was told and lay back on the cold metal, shuddering a little at the difference in temperature against my back.

"Shift further down please, so your buttocks are at the end of the table".

I complied, keeping my knees together and hanging my legs over the edge. The Doctor reached either side of the table to pull out two panels that extended out diagonally.

"Place your feet on those please."

I hesitated. Putting my feet there would leave me completely exposed. The Doctor cleared their throat, and I quickly moved to do as I was told, the cool air suddenly apparent against my vulva.

The Doctor reached for the trolley, and I tried to take a closer look. The Doctor had long hair tied neatly back, no beard but a strong jaw. I could not figure out if the Doctor was a woman or a man. The Doctor caught me looking, one glove already on, and I quickly looked at the ceiling, my heart racing.

"Please hold still."

I felt a hand on my shin, and then something slick and cool against my vulva. I twitched at the shock of it, and then felt the sensation of fingers probing.

Please let it be OK. Please let it be OK. I mentally repeated the mantra over and over as the Doctor's fingers spread my labia apart. I felt the Doctor lift my clitoral hood, examine my inner and outer labia and then gentle touch the entrance of my vagina. I relaxed, realising that I had been holding myself very tense, and let the Doctor complete the exam.

After not very long, the Doctor stopped examining me and stood up.

"I don't think you're a virgin."

"What?!" I spluttered, sitting upright to look the Doctor in the eye.

The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "Well, that answers it anyway."

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I stared in horror, cold dread flooding my chest.

"You don't have much of a hymen," the Doctor said, and before I could get a word in edgeways, the Doctor spoke over me. "Look, some girls don't have much of a hymen anyway, and you look like a sporty girl. Riding horses? Running races with your brothers? Completely normal. I'd believe you were a virgin, if you weren't so unphased by the exam. However, not everyone else is going to believe you."

I didn't know what to say. As careful as Fabre had been, it looks like it didn't matter. I wasn't going to pass the exam, I'd be returned in disgrace, my family could lose even more status...

"Calm down, you look like you're going to have a panic attack," the Doctor said serenely while I started to breathe heavily. "I can help you, but you have to do something for me."

I nodded fervently, ready to agree to anything.

"Hold on, you don't know what I'm asking for yet. If you let me have my way with you, then I will help you convince the Prince that you are a virgin when the time comes. However, if you change your mind, even halfway through, the deal is off. Do you agree?"

"Yes, Doctor", I whispered, truly unable to see any other way about it. "But won't it stretch my hymen even further?"

The Doctor smiled for the first time. "That won't be an issue. Shall we begin?"

I nodded. "Very well. Lie back down," the Doctor said, and it began.

The Doctor reached down to the trolley and put on fresh gloves. This time I watched as the Doctor poured oil from a bottle onto their gloved right hand and turned back to face me. The Doctor gently rubbed the oil between my legs, applying just a little bit of pressure. I shifted my hips, my body already committing itself to this bargain before my mind truly had. The doctor began to rub up and down in soft strokes, running gloved fingers over my clitoris, between my labia, all the way to my vagina opening. Stroke, stoke, stroke. I could feel my body responding and my knees opened wider.

The Doctor moved closer in between my legs and continued to rub, this time placing a bit more pressure on my vagina, gently pressing inside me.

I sighed, closing my eyes. I could feel the Doctor's fingers alternating between the electricity of my clitoris and the deep pleasure of my vagina, back and forth. Unwittingly, I was starting to feel a buildup and without thinking, I reached a hand out to the Doctor.

"No, the patients do not touch me," the Doctor said sternly, and I returned my hand back to me, passively giving my body up as promised. The Doctor now had two fingers inside me, and I was starting to feel very warm. I felt another gloved hand reach up and squeeze my breast, running a thumb over my hardening nipple.

The hand moved away and I opened my eyes, unsure what was going to happen next, and I saw the Doctor was starting to undo their cloak. Curious to see what kind of person was underneath, I was surprised to see the Doctor's bare chest had two very small breasts beneath quite broad shoulders.

The Doctor continued to stroke me, and undid the tie of their trousers. Moving closer to me, I could see that the Doctor was completely bare of any hair. Instead, I could see something larger than a clitoris, but smaller than a penis poking up.

I gasped. I wasn't quite sure what I had expecting, but it wasn't that.

The Doctor noticed my reaction, and paused what they were doing. "If you want my help, it's too late to stop."

I felt a sudden throb of desire and, and opened my legs wider.

"Please..." I said, shifting my hips up in anticipation.

"You want this?" the Doctor said, somewhere between amusement and surprise.

"Yes, I want you," I said, unable to help myself. There was something about the gloved hand, the Doctor's androgeny and the distant intimacy of it all that was starting to drive me wild.

"Very well," the Doctor said, and pressed up against me. I felt the head of their enlarged clitoris press against the entrance of my vagina, and almost excruciatingly slowly the Doctor pushed the tip inside me. As the Doctor withdrew and then pushed back inside me, I let my hand snake down to take over rubbing my my own clitoris. The Doctor's was maybe about two inches long, and it felt incredible fitting just inside me. As the Doctor began to gently thrust, I rubbed myself and felt myself getting to the edge.

After a little while though, it seemed like I was plateauing, and I wasn't sure if the doctor's enlarged clitoris was going to be enough. Then, completely without asking or warning, the Doctor reached down and pressed the tip of an oiled finger straight into my anus. The Doctor starting thrusting in earnest, fucking my slick openings with their engorged clitoris and finger.

I had been trying to keep quiet, but I couldn't help but moan.

"Silence," the Doctor said sharply and somewhat breathlessly, sticking their other gloved hand directly in my mouth. Sucking on the Doctor's fingers with their finger and clitoris pressing relentlessly inside me completely tipped me over and I moaned a muffled moan without control as I orgasmed. I felt the Doctor stiffen between my legs and throb inside me as mine came to an end.

As my breathing slowed, I looked up into the Doctor's (actually quite beautiful) dark eyes and opened my mouth to ask a question.

"Don't worry," said the Doctor, "no chance of pregnancy. Now, clean yourself up and I will explain what you will need to do."

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