Lady Penelope

This chapter is set in the "Altered Genesis" world created by the wonderful DorineHighcoven. I am indebted to her for her inspiration, advice, editing help, and of course, her kind permission to "spin off" from her marvelous series. Thank you!

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A slender, very pretty dark-haired boy climbed naked onto the large bed, and crawled toward its head and the face of his Domina, who was deep in lustful rapture from another boy whose face was at her vulva. Domina's breath came in gasps, and this had suddenly changed into rapid, shallow gulps, almost wheezes. He looked down at her pale face and tangled white hair; he saw from her shut-tight eyes and the open "O" of her mouth, how close she was to reaching her peak. He wanted her to come, and come hard. It was something all her boys worked for, and competed with each other about.

She was writhing with her legs and torso, and thrusting her hips in rhythm to the other boy's expert cunnilingus. The boy lowered his mouth to her nearest nipple, which lay off to her side, at the tip of her generous but slack bosom. He clamped his lips firmly on her erect nipple and sucked hard. Immediately Domina yelped, her hips clenched in an upthrust position, and began to shake. She quivered and let out yells and gasps; she held the other boy's face to her vulva as she coated his face with her fluids; she rubbed herself roughly against him. A real trooper, this boy kept his tongue active, and he held the lower surface of her thighs firmly in his hands. The boy who'd crawled up sucked continuously on her nipple, and her peak rolled on, shaking her like a rag, for long moments. Finally her legs and torso relaxed; she touched the cunnilingus boy's head and they both took their mouths off of her. Eyes closed and face relaxed, she spread her arms wide and they nestled close to her, one on each side. The boy who'd used his tongue on her vulva blinked through the stinging coating on his face, but dared not wipe it away. They each rested an arm across her.

She mentioned nipple-boy first. "Oh, Summer...your mouth on my nipple...at that very moment, Oh Dibella in Heaven! -- your timing was perfect! And Flo my sweet, I do so love your mouth on me. Such adoration!" She sighed, sated and content. The boys smiled, apparently pleased with themselves.

They may have been pleased with themselves, but in fact, Domina had for years demanded, and for the most part received, concentrated sexual attention of an expert nature from gorgeous boys. Her standards had always been high, and continued to be so. A few weeks ago, she took some of her household boys on an outing into town, ostensibly to shop for different clothing and household items, but made an unexpected stop at the town's more ramshackle house of ill repute, or boydello, as they'd come be called. She casually introduced her assembled boys to the madam, an irascible, husky old femme with a hunched back and a hungry, lustful look, who wasn't shy about ogling Domina's boys.

While the two femme chatted in the closed office, a couple of seedy older femme walked through the hall and out the front door. A slender older femme with grey hair and a ragged coat came in and sat in the waiting area, where Domina had left her boys. Her eyes bulged and her mouth hung open as she looked the boys over, inch by inch. She asked, "Oh, my. Are you boys new here?" As aghast as they were at the thought, or even sickened by it, honestly, they hardly knew how to answer. What

were

they doing here? She snuggled up to one of the boys on the couch and put an arm around him and a hand on his thigh. "I think I want to find out what

you're

like!" He could smell the dust and the sourness wafting off her as she put a hand to his cheek and turned him toward her, ready to take a kiss. Fortunately at that moment, as the boy stiffened up and leaned away from her, Domina suddenly materialized and ushered all of them out.

She teased the boy about finding a new domina, and all he could do is cry out and shudder violently. Domina did feel an improved focus and performance in bed since their little excursion.

So as she lay back in post-orgasmic bliss in her bed chamber, as she and her two boys quietly breathed, Summer rose to all fours, got another pillow, and quietly said, "Domina? I think you might enjoy this..." He put a hand behind her head, gently lifted it, and slid the pillow under it so her head was raised a bit. He crossed to where Flo still lay and pushed him gently onto his back. He ran his hands over Flo's perfect pecs and abs, smiling at him the whole time. He lowered his face and kissed him, hands on either side of Flo's head. Flo wrapped his arms around Summer's neck and returned his passion hotly. Summer disjoined and a string of saliva, mixed with Domina's fluids from Flo's mouth, connected their lips and tongues for a moment. At the sight, Domina thought, "My fluids! My boys love me, they love to carry my scent, to smell like my property, all the time!"

Summer began a slow, sensual trail of kisses down Flo's chest and abdomen. In doing so, he became so lost in his lustful haze that he didn't realize the wet trail he left down Flo's torso. For his part, Flo lay back and floated on the attention, his mouth slack and his eyes closed. Domina drank in the sight, her arousal flooding her already soaking vagina. Summer took the 20 centimeters of Flo's lovely thick cock into his mouth and began to skillfully pleasure the pretty boy, who began to gasp and sigh. His cock tasted of Domina's sex from earlier; this drove Summer deeper into his erotic fog. Absorbed in servicing Flo, he began to drool extravagantly, down his chin, and onto Flo's swollen balls. Domina touched herself as she watched, and began an indolent tracing of her clit and inner lips. She watched Summer fellate Flo expertly and Flo began to shiver and his breathing became a series of hisses. He brought his hands to Summer's head, but didn't try to stop him, knowing Domina wouldn't approve. Summer continued his sensual love of Flo's cock, employing all the skills he was known for: soft lips, and hard sucks, and an active tongue on the underside of Flo's penis. Naturally this made Flo's shivering and shaking more violent, and his gasps were louder. Domina was very close to orgasm, almost to her tipping point. She rose and, pushing Summer away, straddled Flo and with a growl sank her wet sex roughly on his sensitive cock in a swift, aggressive thrust. She and Flo both gasped at the same moment: she from the delirious, lovely sensation of sheathing Flo's straining boyhood deep inside her, he from the over-stimulation of his cock. Domina's vagina, with its well-developed muscles and ridges of hard cartilage, shocked Flo after Summer's adoration, ramping up his level of discomfort quickly. Domina's repeated thrusting and grinding against Flo would take its toll.

Domina was very close to coming from the very beginning of this forceful claiming, and she did come quickly, within the first twenty seconds, desperately breathing, and shivering and grinding against Flo, aware of his slender, shapely torso beneath her. Her peak convulsions passed, and she sank to him and pressed her weight on him as she recovered her breath. And quite soon after that, she rose up and resumed her thrusting, riding Flo to another blinding climax. But this time she used him in a more leisurely fashion, maintaining a steady, medium pace, concentrating on each thrust, each separate claiming, for as much pleasure that it could deliver. Flo held her hips, and he grimaced now and then as he gazed into her eyes. Meanwhile Summer knelt where Domina could see him and touched himself near the tip of his cock, lazily stroking his big, nicely curving erection.

Domina suddenly rose up off of Flo and turned to Summer. Gruffly she said, "down, boy," and she pushed onto his back. He fell back wide-eyed, and wasn't quite ready when she pushed his legs up into his chest, and holding his thighs, she rose above him, inserted his cock, and plunged him inside her to the hilt and let out a very heartfelt "Ohhh..." She bounced aggressively on him, pushing his knees into him and he grunted with each powerful push. In a predatory mood she worked up and down on the hard-pressed Summer, who flailed a little, trying to find something of her to hold onto. She was in a zone of pure lust, being rewarding by the hard, youthful cock inside her, how the beautiful boy obeyed and idolized her. With her eyes closed she did not see Flo's approach. He crouched very close and put his face near Summer's cock as Domina's hips rose and fell on it. He extended his tongue very close to where Domina's sex bounced up and down, and when Domina thrust herself down on it, Flo stuck his tongue out to add to Domina's sensations. He held his tongue near the base of Summer's cock and let Domina slide onto it. Her clit shone as a pale nub, and Flo tried to meet it and give it a little extra lick with each thrust of her hips. Two or three or four of these extra licks and Domina suddenly cried out and her torso convulsed -- she stayed on all fours above Summer, shaking and quivering in her ecstasy; Flo did his best to honor her clit with his tongue -- every lick she gave out a new yelp or gasp as she shook and shook. Finally she collapsed on Summer, breathing hard, his cock still deep inside her. Flo had pulled his head away just in time. They lay motionless. After a few minutes, she lifted up and off Summer with effort and collapsed next to him. They flanked her, their hard erections at full extension, curving away from their bodies, glistening, and cooling in the air.

A few hours later, still before sunrise, Domina sat at her impressive desk in the large, well-appointed inner sanctum of the Senior Gynarch of the Intermountain Council of Dibellan Covens. For Domina was the renowned Lady Ruth Edenfemme, the influential and revered Dibellan church leader to whom many followers devoted their allegiance, and a portion of their monthly incomes. These contributions from adherents around North America and across South Asia and South America, supported the progressive, some would even say radical, beliefs and policies that she had established from her humble headquarters in Cheyenne.

She almost never wore her full religious regalia at the office, but today she was traveling and would be seen by the public. She wore her full floor-length crimson robe and a pillbox hat with a close-fitting scarf that resembled a hood, and left her face exposed; around her neck hung the elegant gold chain with the three Dibellan crescent moons, along with two keys, emblematic of the number of husbands she'd taken in Dibellan wedlock. (Her number of husbands was actually twice that, but she didn't want to flaunt the fact. Things were bad enough for the large and growing population of femme who couldn't even afford a night at a boydello, let alone multiple young husbands. And Flo and Summer from last night? These two were from her collection of concubines -- not husbands at all.)

With the handset of her secure land line to her ear, she said, "Everything's being loaded? Good. I'll be right down. Thank you, Gale."

Senior Gynarch Edenfemme and two staff members, her principal assistant, Miss Gale Bolton, and a young, shapely male, called Ivory, with dark eyes and flowing collar-length dark hair which contrasted with his pale skin. Miss Bolton was a stout, no-nonsense femme of middle age whom Gynarch Edenfemme treasured as her rock-steady chief of staff. Ivory served as traveling companion and jack-of-all-trades, who provided help and services as needed to both femme while on the road. He was shorter than either of his superiors, his height reaching to within half of head of Miss Bolton's but he was well shorter than the High Gynarch. In her stocking feet Lady Edenfemme stood six-foot-three, so in her heels, she struck a lofty profile. She carried extra weight around her midsection, rear, and thighs, but not as much as many of the more portly mature femme. In a year or two she would reach her 80th birthday, but her face looked like many other femmes' who were still in their fifties.

In the very earliest predawn light, as Ivory loaded the luggage in the comfortable sedan, the two femme stood off a short distance and watched the young male work. The High Gynarch quietly mentioned how very lovely Ivory looked while he worked, that she would never tire of the sight. His travel outfit was always very revealing in the best ways possible -- quite tight through the privates, front and back, while leaving his abdomen and arms open to inspection. He settled into the driver's seat, checked on the position of his license and sunglasses, and closed the door. As they approached the car, Miss Bolton said, "I picked out his wardrobe myself. He knew very well how to pack it so it all stays crisp. This is an important trip, and we want Ivory to make the best impression possible."

The Gynarch and her aide slid into the back seat and got comfortable. The Dibellan prelate said, "Tonight we get settled at the main temple facilities, and meet with Mother Lucia in the morning, isn't that right?"

"No, ma'am," Miss Bolton said, "our meeting with Mother Lucia is this evening at dinner. We go to visit the 'holding pen' the next morning."

"Oh of course!" Lady Ruth exclaimed. "Much better to meet dignitaries after a full night's rest."

"Yes, my lady."

"Thank you, Gale, as always!" said Lady Ruth.

The sun rose at their backs as the group cruised westward through the open, desolate wastes of Wyoming. At length, just past the noon hour, they crossed into Utah and its more rugged terrain. They finally traversed the stark and forbidding Wasatch Mountains and descended into the basin of the Great Salt Lake, and the expansive city which bore its name. Ivory drove to the main local temple, which managed to be imposing and ornate at the same time, where naturally a VIP's reception awaited. After a quick visit with the local gynarch, the wide-bodied and wizened Mother Lucia, they settled for the evening in the lavish guest quarters in the temple compound.

In the morning, the Senior High Gynarch and Miss Bolton rode with a local driver 40 minutes to a site in a leafy suburb. A low building, some eighty feet wide with a gently sloping roof, lay nestled near a tree-filled park not far from a tract of exclusive custom homes. It didn't resemble any of the nearby residences, nor did it stand out as an anomaly for the neighborhood. Rather, it had occupied its space for a long time. In fact, before suburban encroachment, it had been a riding academy, with this low building facing the front, and some corrals and an enclosed riding pavilion at the rear. The corrals and pavilion were gone and in their place stood parallel twin two-storey white buildings facing a central courtyard, which had walkways and landscaping. The buildings were unadorned on the exterior, but each of the rooms on the upper floors had a balcony and, on the ground floor, a small private veranda. Trees had been planted in the courtyard several years ago and were just beginning to mature. The whole area was very quiet, as if a secret lay within its walls.

Gynarch Edenfemme's car stopped before the low building in front. She and Miss Bolton came in at the front entrance area. A Lady Stonecastle, portly, formally dressed, and officious, and her young male assistant greeted them. She said, "Welcome to Stansbury Residence! We're honored by your visit!" She escorted them to a small conference room near the entryway. As they entered, a large, rotund femme with a rather pinched-up face stood and extended her hand. Lady Stonecastle made the introductions.

"Reverend Senior High Gynarch Ruth Edenfemme, may I present Lady Elsa Gynogarde. Lady Gynogarde, this is Senior High Gynarch Edenfemme." The two nodded to each other and shook hands. Each said, "My Lady."

Lady Edenfemme said, "This is a very impressive compound, Lady Gynogarde. I would like to see more of it."

Quite pleased with the prominent Dibellan leader's reaction, she said, "Of course. Let's tour it straight away!" The four distinguished femme took a quick look through the offices and meeting rooms in the front, or reception, building and then walked the fifty yards across the lawn to the two dormitory buildings to the rear. They could see workmen putting the finishing touches on a security fence around the perimeter of the two buildings. Lady Stonecastle input a code on the number pad and a panel in the steel fence slid across and granted access. She and Lady Gynogarde particularly watched it close again before they walked toward the two buildings.

"Do you have runaways frequently?" Lady Edenfemme asked.

"Boys don't have any reason to try to get away," Lady Gynogarde said. "Once they're inside we lay out their situation clearly. We tell them they've made it off the street to the good life -- security and luxury -- and we train them in their vocations as conduits to Dibella's joy. It's their only chance to come back as a femme, correct?" Lady Elsa parroted to her distinguished guest what she understood to be Dibellan doctrine. "They'll come to accept their role, and possibly even feel the joy of giving. Or by being selected for wedlock they show their families or guardians that they have sufficient skill and submission to command a generous cash settlement, and perhaps set the femme in their lives up for life. No, the fence and the other security measures are designed to keep poachers out."

"By 'poachers,'" Lady Edenfemme said, "I assume you mean femme who don't want to pay a dowry, or traffickers, or anyone else who may just want to get their hands on a prime virginal male."

"Correct," Elsa said. "We haven't had any incidents yet that required a rapid response. We're trying to get ahead of the game; we're anticipating a time when the short supply of young males worsens, or even goes critical."

Lady Edenfemme nodded, musing to herself.

A richly dressed femme, fairly tall and quite hefty in her long gown, and a Residence staff member, emerged from the far end of one of the dormitories. Between them they escorted a young male in a very revealing outfit. He had dark hair and beautiful light brown skin. He wore a tight, pale cutoff top that exposed his shapely -- mesmerizing! -- ab muscles, and the sleeveless shirt laid bare his arms with their lean musculature. But incredibly, it was below the waist that he really captured the ladies' attention. He wore a dark pair of skintight leggings -- he may as well have been naked. Six pairs of femme eyes pored over the lovely curves of his legs (he was wearing shoes with a two-inch heel), the ribs of his steel cock cage bulged prominently in his pubic area, and his ass -- well, it was impossible to have a more perfect ass than his: rounded and beautiful, he presented it perfectly in his heels. The tall and very heavy femme -- up close you could see her face was severely wrinkled and she had wiry grey hair, and very loose and wattle-y skin at her neck -- who led him by the elbow stopped to give the ladies a chance to drink in the sight of him.

"Good morning, ladies!" she crowed. She spoke with an the raspy voice of a very mature lady and stood next to him, her hand on his shoulder. The staff member was on his other side. The handsome boy looked back and forth between Lady Gynogarde and Lady Edenfemme. There was fear in his soulful dark eyes; they pleaded for -- was it rescue?

"This is Desi. His family is from Cuba, and he doesn't speak much English. Isn't he darling? His name is short for Desiderio, meaning, 'desired one.' I think it's appropriate, don't you?" She nudged his shoulder. "Say hello, Desi."

"Hello," he said haltingly, "my ladies."

"Such a good boy!" she sang. "You've been practicing, I can tell. Now turn around for the nice ladies. They want to see all of you, I'm sure." She took both his shoulders and spun him slowly around, confusing him. To be sure, the femme present would remember the astonishing perfection of his legs and rear end for a long time. To the group of femme, the lady said, "We're going out on our second date, Desi and I. This time we'll take a drive and then it's round to my place for coffee and conversation. I have the feeling he's going to be a very good conversationalist." With this attempted wit, the lady smirked and raised her eyebrows briefly; she hustled the boy and the attendant away.