"Three more nights," I requested, handing over my purse.
I had nowhere in particular to be, and the Palace offered accommodations more comfortable and interesting than even my own manor. It was two weeks yet until I had to be back home to oversee the census, and even for that, my presence was mostly symbolic, as my clerks would do most of the work. One by one, the men, women, and children of my District would be counted. Then the youngest would be returned to their mothers, the adolescents to their dormitories or camps, the adults to the work they had trained for since adolescence. And the very few young women who had reached the age of eighteen without being defiled by an eager young man, those who wished to avoid the more traditional role of laborer or mother, would be brought to be evaluated for a position at the Palace, after which I might finally sample their charms.
It was frowned upon to take the innocence of a girl from one's own district, but it wasn't as if the young woman herself knew whose hand caressed her, whose cock opened her.
The girl last night, though, from one of the more remote districts, had been my crowning achievement. The most willing, the most receptive, the most responsive young thing I had ever had the honor of touching, I could not get her out of my mind. Typically, once I'd had my fun, I put the girl out of my thoughts and began dreaming of the next.
But not this time. I wanted her again this evening. I wanted to feel that curious tongue as it explored my cock, to suckle those rosy nipples as they hardened between my lips, to taste the sweet juices of her arousal. How had she captivated me so?
Was it the smile? No maiden had ever smiled under my ministrations. And how I had wished to tear away the blindfold, to see the submission in her eyes, her lovely face unobstructed. That was, of course, impossible. But I wondered, could I make her smile again?
I could make her climax again. Of that I was certain. More than once, even, to watch the bliss overtake her, the explosion of pleasure, her moans and cries as she forgot the fear, and the pain, and the confusion, and simply allowed herself to linger in that perfect moment.
My cock stirred, remembering the tightness of her untried passages. I had been disappointed to learn that her handler had ordered her anus be filled while she slept. I had hoped she would be almost like new again, but so many hours with a plug would stretch her. Better for her, perhaps, but less exciting for me.
The clerk at the reservation desk returned my purse, considerably lighter. "Governor, would you like to review the selection? I regret to inform you that we have no new arrivals this evening. However, perhaps another will be to your liking, one more experienced, perhaps?"
"No. I wish to use the same young woman I had the honor of opening last night, if you will."
The clerk was startled, examined some paperwork in front of him nervously. "Governor, that is impossible. You must be aware that a newly opened girl is granted an evening of reprieve to heal after her sterilization procedure, which she is currently undergoing."
I grunted in displeasure. I had not known that, as I had never before had any interest in using a girl more than once. "I will have her again tonight," I announced, mustering all of the authority being the governor of the largest district on the continent should grant me. "I will pay any amount required." I should not be so eager to part with my coin, but she had my heart in her clutches, and she did not even know it.
The clerk fidgeted with his pen. "Let me speak with my superiors," he said, and left me alone with my thoughts.
I counted the money remaining in my purse, considered drawing more from my local accounts and discarded the absurd notion. There was a reason I brought a limited amount with me to the Palace. Some men wasted their money gambling or drinking. Most of mine went to supporting my own particular addiction, the fear and scent of a virgin at the Palace.
Perhaps it was fortunate they had no one new tonight, for the sake of my cash flow. I had seen the two other newcomers last night before making my selection. It seemed they, too, had been used after all. Virgins brought a high price. I wondered who besides myself was here with enough money to waste on such a pastime. It could only be two of a very few others.
I had considered purchasing an out-goer for my own personal use at the manor. A well-trained, though also well-used, woman could take the edge off between visits, perhaps save me money in the long run. But after three years in this place, most became jaded, stretched, and uninteresting. I'd taken my pleasure with a more experienced girl on occasion, and while their oral skills were unmatched, their obedience perfect, and their pain tolerance high, they lacked the spark I so craved, the terror, confusion, curiosity. They obeyed because they had to, because they had served harsher masters than I, and not because they regarded me with any particular awe.
The clerk returned, flustered. "Governor, the girl you requested had not yet been sent for her procedure and has been reserved for you. We must insist on an additional fee, however, for the disruption to her schedule."
I had to hide the rush of excitement his words had elicited within me. "Excellent. I will reserve her for all three nights, in that case. Surely the procedure can wait that long."
He hesitated. He would not want to refuse me outright, but perhaps I was wrong about the urgency of this mysterious medical procedure. I had no knowledge of such matters. I cared only that neither she nor I would risk conceiving a bastard child, which made spending time at the Palace much safer than dallying with a maid at the manor, though I may have done that more than once in my day as well. Fortunately, I usually managed to convince them to take my seed in their mouths or their behinds, so as to avoid such an eventuality.
"Yes, Governor. We will ensure she remains available to you for the duration of your stay." The clerk licked his lips and held out his hand for my purse again. Perhaps I would need to pay a visit to the bank after all.
The clerk extracted the fee and returned my purse once again, empty. I frowned, but the thought of a further three evenings with this girl was enough to make the expenditure worthwhile. I thanked the man and returned to my room to freshen up.
* * * *
Would she recognize my voice, remember my touch? Was the second time more frightening than the first, because she now had some idea of what to expect? Perhaps I'd been depriving myself of excitement, avoiding these recent arrivals. Her handler arrived at my room to escort me to the chamber, and it was all I could do not to race ahead of him. I knew the way.
I dismissed him just outside the closed door. I needed no introductions, no instructions. I entered, allowed my slippers to make the faintest of whispers against the rugs. Her head turned in my direction. As lovely as last night, and still so full of innocence. She had known a man, but she still had so much to learn. If her handler had not yet used her himself, which I suspected he had not, then my second experience with her should be almost as fulfilling as the first.
