Master Candor took a few days to go through all the open questions and documents, two long four‐eyes talks with the king showed him how smart and skillful the king negotiated with the parliamentary parties. This man held successful talks even without his seer‐like abilities, and he suspected that the parliament could improve somewhat within a year's time. Baron von Stetten had represented him primly and they now went through all the documents together.
While he was still reading, his friend had turned to the window and was looking out at the rain. The master was still mentally connected with him, in the baron's mind images of the beautiful maid and her erotic activities raced by and Candor watched them for a very long time. The maid was not only pretty, but experienced in all the arts of making love, and he could clearly see that the image of his friend's deceased wife was slowly fading. Dina had enchanted the good Baron and much of that enchantment lay in her beautiful sexuality, worth seeing. A silly bird fluttered outside the window, interrupting the beautiful images. The master cleared his throat and looked to the Baron. "Before I left, there was something you wanted to discuss and you said it was not so urgent. What was it?" He knew even before the Baron spoke.
"The maid Dina, whom I took over at that time after Prince Ludwig's death, has grown into more than just my maid." The master smiled kindly and continued to look at the flood of intimate, often pornographic images in the baron's mind. "She became my mistress," the latter continued, "we love each other more than I can say." The master leaned forward and asked if she was faithful to him? "Absolutely," replied the Baron, "when she was a maid she had to be of service to many men, but since she has come to live with me, no more. I am not like many others who often force their maids to give themselves to other men! She has told me everything in detail, named each one, and has sworn physical allegiance to me." The master nodded and looked at the pictures of a long series of unions of the maid, into whose mind he had by now penetrated. As the flood of her erotic recollections ebbed, he leaned forward and said that everything was all right then, even though he knew the answer.
"As a maid, she is outlawed," the baron was indignant. "Any superior can grope her or do violence to her with impunity!" They fell silent in embarrassment, Candor rummaging in Dina's mind and cringing. Almost every week some idiot found himself greedily grabbing her from top to bottom. A raffish young baron had raped her six times so far. The master shuddered, for these images were repulsive in their wretchedness. As if the baron knew what he was reading in Dina's mind, he added, "I beat that dirty guy half to death for raping Dina twice!" The Baron rummaged in the pile of unfinished documents and pulled out some. "It's going to trial in a few weeks, he for rape, me for assault!" After a pause, "I'll serve a handful of months, but the creep goes free. Maids are without rights!" The master sat back and lit a cigarette.
"What did King Erich have to say about it?" he asked, and the baron shrugged his shoulders, saying he would not bother the king with his private affairs. "Old school, good old school!" interjected the master, but he would not take it so lightly. He cut off all the Baron's protests, saying there were only two solutions, abolish this outmoded law or marry Dina and raise her to the rank of honorable baroness. The Baron's eyes teared up when Candor added, best to do both!
He read through the documents again carefully and cursed, which was not usually his style. "Geez, Baron, the first appointment at court is already next week!" he exclaimed, the poor guy kept his head down and said nothing. They smoked in silence and after a while the master inquired in the secretary's office when the king could squeeze in a 15‐minute appointment. No, he cursed, why not after Christmas or the very next year? He pulled himself to manners, the girl was only doing her job. He apologized for his rudeness and ended the conversation. He sent the monarch a speach note asking to come over 15 minutes before dinner. Only moments later came the reply, "ok."
He asked the Baron to start the second part immediately. The baron looked at him uncomprehendingly. "Marry, man, marry the lovely maid!" the master snapped at him. The baron immediately went into the next room and closed the door. Since the master would be seeing Eva again sooner than planned, he tried to reach her mentally, but she was apparently still in her ordination across the hall and had blocked everything out. The Baron came back beaming with joy and grinning from ear to ear. The master stood up and congratulated him with a handshake. "Unromantic, I know!" he said, "but we didn't have a choice!" They sat together until the appointed time and completed some tasks. Then they went upstairs, to the king's private chambers.
The master immediately breathed a sigh of relief to see that Eva was not yet there, and the king asked them to come to the small meeting table. He was surprised that the baron was there and said so. Master Candor, who appeared on such occasions in a black, silver‐embroidered cloak, hid his hands in the wide sleeves. He said that the Baron was one of three people involved, and since one of the issues was an urgent change in the law, His Majesty was also directly affected. The king was extremely tense and listened very carefully. "There is an old law from the beginnings of the monarchy, according to which maids must render any service to those higher up." He added, even sexual services! And then he added that they had no right to refuse, so they were free to be raped by any superior, and with impunity! Candor saw that the king became inwardly indignant, what was all this about?
The Baron von Stetten had taken a maid, Dina, from Prince Ludwig's service after his death. In the months since then, they had become closer and wanted to marry soon. His Majesty raised an eyebrow and looked in surprise at the baron, nobles very rarely married a maid. The master did not give him time, he had to forge the iron while it was hot. If we connect the facts, he continued, then according to current law, anyone can rape the future wife of the baron. He looked sharply at the king. "And that's exactly what happened!" he shot after. He made an artificial pause. Last but not least, our Baron von Stetten had the culprit, the Baronet – he read the name aloud from one of the documents – so, our man beat the hell out of the creep.
The king nodded in agreement and put a hand on the baronet's arm. "Your Majesty," the master said, "the legal system in our beloved kingdom is completely..." He left it open, but made a vulgar gesture. The legal position is clear, he said pontificatingly. First, anyone may rape Mrs. Dina and any other maids at will with impunity. Second, we put the valiant baron in jail for assaulting the creep. Third, the nasty pig, excuse me, the baronet goes home whistling happily and no one can punish him. He looked the king straight in the eye and waited.
The king was speechless and could not get a word out. "I am not here to scrounge any favors, your majesty knows me well enough" said the master. "I am here because this law is a disgrace to a modern kingdom. Because it is not right for maids to be treated dishonorably and shamefully, something I honestly was not aware of until today. I am here because I consider such a degenerate subject a disgrace to the nobility, and the king alone has to decide whether to demote him or not. I am here to plead for my friend. Not because he and his ancestors have served the royal house faithfully and reliably, but because he is an exemplary adherent to important values of our society, honoring and protecting women even when he is threatened with imprisonment."
King Erich looked up as Eva walked in the door. She looked in amazement at the gentlemen and nodded in a friendly manner, then immediately went into the private chambers. The king and his guests rose. He shook hands with them, smiling, and instructed Master Candor to place the law prominently on the agenda for the next counsel meeting. "As for you, my dear Baron, serve, serve on! We will take a closer look, I promise! As for the rapist, leave him to me, perhaps we'll give him a good smack in the face!" When they came to the exit, the monarch asked if he was also invited to the wedding? The Baron was still searching for words, when the Master intervened once again and said that he had the honor of hosting the Baron's wedding and that it would be an honor for both of them to be able to invite His Majesty and the Princess de Tourneville. They saluted again formally and left.
In the marble staircase, the Baron found his voice again. "I haven't said a word all this time, and my life is miraculously coming back to normal!" Walking up the stairs did not allow it, but he would have liked to fall around the Master's neck. The master grumbled good‐naturedly, "Friendship gladly, cuddling not!"
The Baron said, however, that the marriage was not so settled. Master Candor knew the Baron's circumstances and insisted on it without showing off his wealth. He insisted that there were enough funds in various exchanges of the kingdom. Basta, that's it! They had arrived downstairs and the master claimed with mendacious exaggeration that his wife had whined to him just this morning that she wanted sooo much to host a big wedding! They both laughed and he said, again quite seriously, that his Roxane liked to organize well, besides it would be a good opportunity for their two wives to get to know each other in a joint project. The Baron shook his hand gratefully, but he sent him home with cheerful greetings to Frau Dina, and could not help saying, "Practice, practice diligently, the kingdom needs more of the von Stetten ilk!" He hurried home to tell Roxane the news, smiling as he saw in his mind that Marco was enjoying himself in the cunt of beautiful Lori Orsini.
He stopped in the square in front of his palace, on the Freyung. He was able to penetrate Dina's mind with surprising ease; she was absorbed in her lust and well on her way. He liked to watch her do it and recognized in her fantasies how much she had enjoyed the Baron's proposal. Her beautiful, naked body was a feast for the eyes, looking at her plump breasts and welling cunt up close really whetted his appetite. Her way of doing it pleased him very much and reminded him of Roxane's way. Concentrated lust, lechery, horniness through her pornographic fantasies that she kept stretching on and on. He held his breath as she climbed and quietly released herself with a silent scream for minutes.
He left her and turned back to Marco and Lori. He looked closely at Lori's body, able to get within inches of her unnoticed. Her small, flat breasts trembled with every movement, her rosy cunt small and smooth and not yet as wrinkled and frayed as her stepmother's cunt. He lingered long before her cunt, which widened with each thrust of Marco's or clenched tightly around his cock when she released. They were in the middle of the act and Marco would not have to force Lori to do it to herself afterwards. Lori was doing it to herself, incessantly, while Marco plowed into her. It took her only a moment to release and she would start again seconds later, releasing herself almost every minute. Candor had read about it, but had yet to meet a woman who had mastered the technique as perfectly as Lori. Marco lasted a very long time, Lori exulting inwardly and obviously enjoying being properly plowed while she took pleasure after pleasure. He watched them both until Marco increased his pace. He mentally penetrated deep into Marco's dick and released him, pouring himself into Lori's womb along with him, feeling the sucking and sucking of her labia, which she released moments later with very quick movements of her finger. He could feel how much Marco's cock was enjoying this firm sucking and smacking of her sex. He left the children and went upstairs.
Roxane reported to him that she would be busy for weeks catching up on office work at her aunt's noble whorehouse. He reported the problem of the Baron and Roxane slapped his hands together, he searched the Comnet for the law and read it to her. He took the opportunity and made the entry on the agenda. He sat back, poured more white wine and told her about the upcoming wedding. This abruptly improved the mood. She was startled when he said she should organize it together with Mrs. Dina. He interrupted her excited protesting and summed up: the large banquet hall at the Graben Boulevard would be a good place. The secretaries at the castle office would be happy to help her and Ms. Dina with the guest list, seating arrangements, and invitation lists. For the catering, appropriate menu, floral arrangements and entertainment, she could hire the same organizer who had hosted the King's wedding. She would have to provide him with the list of advance payments and the final bill. And the setting was to be kept aristocratic, but not royal, he urged her, because the king would certainly not miss something like that. So, he concluded, that's not witchcraft, she'll do it in no time! Roxane was indignant and, smiling, threw a pillow at him. But her tension had dissipated and in her mind she was already seriously dealing with the issue.
The next afternoon he was finally able to visit Eva, they were both equally looking forward to each other. After they had exhausted themselves, he reminded her that she wanted to discuss something with him. Her eyes sparkled with happiness as he gently and tenderly caressed her tummy. Then she got to the subject. Had he ever imagined becoming the father of many, really many children? He had already thought he could imagine having two or three children with Roxane, three at the most. And, he already felt pretty darn old to be dealing with toddler crying. She lowered her bright green eyes and said he couldn't have any more children with Roxane, that she was no longer capable of conceiving. They were silent for a long time, because this message hurt on the one hand and on the other hand he breathed a liberated sigh of relief. No, that was not what she had meant. Father of many children, through sperm donation.
The master was no longer thrown much, but now he swallowed hard. Eva continued, she herself might be able to conceive another child or two, with luck, but that would exhaust her potential. She closed her eyes as she said, no hocus pocus between us, always honest and straightforward. She had always saved and frozen his semen after their unions. According to her research, he had the semen quality of a good thirty year old and it had the second best quality genetically on the planet – she smiled proudly. She had become an expert at insemination in the past few weeks and had obtained the best equipment. She smiled, most of her young patients were physically healthy and indicated in their questionnaires that they wanted children. This, she said, was the final component of her plan, and he should decide on it. Smiling, she said it was no harm to the nation to get a radical genetic makeover. Then she waited for his answer. She concealed from him that she had already impregnated several dozen girls and women with his semen to be sure that her method worked.
He knew immediately that her suggestion had a hand and foot and wanted to gain a little time. How everything would go and what he had to do, he asked. "No mumbo jumbo, please!" She said she could easily and quickly determine if the woman was physically and mentally fit; genetic sequencing would take far too much time. Legally, there was no obstacle; after all, the women agreed to it on the questionnaire. She had successfully inseminated women with their husbands' sperm several times and trusted her ability. When he inquired, she told him that the woman had to extract the semen on the spot by means of hand jobs, which worked in most cases without any problems. Only in a few did she have to do it herself. After that, she said, she performed the procedure of insemination under anesthesia. Yes, she replied, almost all the men wanted to be there and watch. Since this anesthetic always caused violent sexual reactions in the anesthetized woman, the men were supposed to release her with their fingers. Very few could do it and just wanted to watch her relieve the women. Many saw it at all for the first time.
He had been thinking and asked with a grim grin if he had to line up for a hand job every day now? She laughed brightly and giggled, no, not at all! If they continued to make love as they had been doing, she could collect enough semen. He referred to continuing to love each other and said how much he loved her. And Roxane. And Elaine. She tickled his beard and said she loved only him and Erich. They kissed and united very intimately and full of love. When they recovered, he said he was very much looking forward to being there for the insemination. Piglet, she said flippantly, but then she saw that he was serious.
Fulfilling Roxane's secret wish was very important to him, the only disturbing thing about it was the immense time commitment. He spent many hours sitting on a park bench in front of various high schools reading time and getting into the girls' minds.
Then he found her, Anna. Not particularly pretty, but not at all ugly. She had only turned 17, lived as an orphan with her grandmother and was considered unfuckable in her circle of friends. Maybe because of a few pounds, although she seemed very slim, or because of her glasses, who knows? She had been a habitual and obsessive onanist since childhood, had given hand jobs to a few boys and had had her small breasts felt in compensation. She had examined their private parts in detail and looked with delight when semen gushed or squirted out. Of course, she had often seen the act of love, in the swimming pools on the Danube or at parties, but she never got around to it, even though it was one of her most ardent desires. At home she liked to stream porn movies to get pleasure from it. The old grandma was almost deaf and always fell asleep in front of the TV. When she woke up, she watched her granddaughter and remembered her youth with a smile, but there was never any comment from her. The girl Anna often stayed over at girlfriends' houses, which her grandmother never noticed because she went to bed early, and those were Anna's only sexual contacts. With only one they did it to each other, but with the others there was only watching and no touching at all. Each did it herself and let the other watch. Most of them envied her because she did it incredibly often in a row. Maybe they were betraying their girlfriend and secretly scaring the boys away.
Candor screened Anna again, watched her lust for a while, and only when he was sure she was up for a lesbian adventure as well as him did he scout out the hotels in her neighborhood until he decided on one. Only then did he give Anna the mental order. He went to the hotel, paid generously in advance, and made reservations under fantasy names.
On the evening of Roxane's birthday, he said they would stay at the hotel. They got a ride there and he sent her to the shower, complete with instructions to put on his favourite see‐through nothing afterward. Roxane grinned from ear to ear, suspecting something. He met Anna at the hotel entrance and got her mentally hot for their adventure while driving there. When Anna stepped into the room, the girls hugged and kissed as if they had known each other forever.
It was a successful surprise, Roxane and Anna immediately became entangled and made love for a long time. He was able to release Anna's mind after the initial ecstasies, as she enjoyed making intimate love to Roxane. Gradually, it was no longer enough for him to give the girls a hand, although they liked his caresses very much. He mentally prepared Anna to do his bidding. Roxane saw what he wanted and knelt down next to Anna. He released Anna's mind, because she wanted it herself, badly!
As he approached the girl, Roxane reached out and whispered that she wanted to do it badly, and bent very close over Anna's cunt. Roxane vigorously guided his privates to the girl's vagina with her hand and inserted it into the opening. With a firm jerk, Roxane broke the virgin seal and guided his privates very deep into Anna's vagina. She held his privates tightly and, grinning, performed the manly movements of his cock with her hand. She could feel quite clearly that he was ready, but she kept going even after he had poured out.
They had tremendous pleasure that night. Roxane had a taste for guiding his cock with her hand and let him pour into Anna's womb a second time. In the breaks, they watched the tireless Anna, who made the exhibiting insanely horny.
Decidedly, he mentally helped Roxane over the hurdle of doing it himself in front of Anna, otherwise he did not intervene mentally. The girls intertwined, their private parts pressed tightly together, and one released herself and the other. When Roxane lay on top of Anna, he could penetrate from behind, alternating between one cunt and the other while the girls played with themselves. He pushed Roxane aside when he wanted Anna for himself, even after his semen had long since run dry. By the end of the night they were on their fourth bottle of white wine, Anna unable to stop from drunkenness. He took her in his arms to make her do it in that gentle embrace and thought very briefly that she might have gotten pregnant today, but then dismissed the thought. In the morning, as Anna was leaving, he pressed a well‐padded envelope into her hand and said he knew she would make good use of it. He asked her directly if there was anything she regretted or wanted to forget about that night, but she answered in the negative with bright eyes and would never forget. He smiled kindly and let her go. On the way back in the cab, Roxane nudged him with her elbow and muttered that it was obviously both of their birthdays! They laughed and he knew she didn't begrudge Anna and his frequent splashing into the girls horny crotch.
Eva kept her word and ordered him to the ordination late one morning. She had eight inseminations scheduled. After they put on surgical–clothes, she asked the first woman to come out of the changing room and administered anesthesia. Then she showed how she used the microrobot arm to insert the droplet of his semen. With a second microrobot arm, she grasped the ripe egg. "Most of these women have damaged or stuck fallopian tubes" she commented, looking intently into her microscope, "this part, getting the egg through the fallopian tube is the most difficult of the whole procedure!" She transported the egg through the fallopian tube and allowed it to touch the sperm droplet. Almost instantly, the surface of the egg changed, veiled. Eva placed it at the exit of the fallopian tube, from where it would move toward the uterus and implant over the next few hours. Eva carefully removed the devices, initiated the sterilization process, and pointed with his chin to the woman's cunt. He looked at the bloomed rose up close and inspected the red, swollen clit. It took Eva barely a minute to release the woman and did it a second time until the chemically induced arousal subsided and the woman began to wake up during her ecstasy. Eva let her hand rest on the woman's throbbing cunt and questioned her. "I dreamed something totally awesome," she said, "like someone did it to me!" Eva said she could get dressed and go home, pushed the patient on the changing bed into the changing room and sterilized the operating–table. "Done!" she said, and invited the next one in. When Eva asked him to release the woman with his hand on the second patient, he followed and she too calmed down after the second ecstasy. She was already awake after the first and enjoyed her second time with her eyes closed. It saved time when he did the relaxing and Eva did the sterilizing. The sexual overpressure was different for the women, one was redeemed after the first time, others needed it several times. One very stubborn one was awake the first time, but he had to redeem her four more times before the swelling of the privates and nodule visibly subsided. Eva watched him and was pleased. Of course, she had mentally ordered all the women to forget everything.
By late afternoon they had finished with everyone. He was still highly aroused and pushed Eva with all his might into the bedroom. After the wild union, she let him watch her extract his semen from her sex canal with some kind of electronic pipette and supply it in a little jar in the cooler. They drank coffee and smoked. She asked him how he felt about being a father of eight. And how grateful she would be because she could complete or continue her project. "By the end of your reign, you will have given your people hundreds or thousands of children," he said, "which is more than anyone had ever given his people!" She squeezed his hand with shining eyes. He became serious again and said, "But I can't leave my work by the day!" She reassured him that he could come when he had time. "Besides," she smiled perkily, "I can do it much faster than you, with me they come after seconds!" They laughed happily, then it was time to leave.
The judge was strict and just, who was not impressed even by the fact that the king was sitting in the audience. Master Candor accompanied the baron and sat in the audience in his black cloak. The judge read out his sentence in an old, shaky voice and sentenced the Baron to the minimum punishment, nine months. His wooden gavel thundered on the lectern. Then he turned to the last page and looked into the audience. He reminded everyone that the baron could not accept the desecration of his fiancée with impunity, something he could well understand even after more than 60 years of marriage. His piercing look revealed that this was his personal opinion. He looked at the document again, whispered and muttered the lines already announced, and raised his voice, "what punishment is suspended in view of the blameless conduct of the condemned!" and thundered down the gavel three times angrily. He stood up and shuffled out.
The master and the king in civil disguise, like dozens of others, surged forward to shake hands with the brave baron. As the crowd dispersed, the three went next door, to the courthouse café. They drank a glass of wine and talked mostly about the judge's personal remarks. A servant brought a folder to the king, and the king signed some documents. He handed one to the Baron, who read it with surprise. The servant took the folder and hurried away. The king granted the baron a comprehensive pardon, cancelled the punishment and ordered it to be entered in his personal register as not valid. The king raised an eyebrow when Candor muttered, "Signed, your Pepi!" Candor had to explain that a king of the old monarchy, Josef II, was affectionately called Pepi by the people and signed many a document in such a way in emotional exuberance. The monarch smiled in any case, hiding the fact that he preferred to fumble under Charlotte's skirts rather than follow her meticulous history lessons. Joseph II, hogwash! The king did not mention with a word that he had briefly met the creep and subsequently appointed him to dust and re‐catalog the imperial and royal archives. To the chief archivist the king obliged, the knave had to work from sunrise to sunset until his rosy pig's face turned gray, this was after all a punitive action.
The word got around that the Princess de Tourneville had helped many desperate women get pregnant. She took turns doing preliminary examinations and sperm collection on three days, and insemination on another three. Sunday belonged to the king.
Eva cleared her throat as she initiated the master, but she knew he could keep quiet. She always had the couples enter together. The woman had to strip completely naked and was examined closely. The condition of the fallopian tube was important and when her ovulation was imminent. Eva assured that average gynecologists could not do either. She made an appointment for insemination in view of ovulation.
The second part really served her only for relaxation and as an alibi act, the semen collection. More than half of the women tapped their husband's semen with a handjob, and she often ordered a second tap if the semen was too little or she enjoyed what the couple was doing. It helped all the men with the handjob that the woman was naked. When the woman came to the end with him, Eve would join in and swell or squirt the semen into a vial. In a surprisingly large number, the woman was unable to drain the semen. When questioned, they said they only ever did it in their cunt or mouth. She had the couples copulate at least twice in a row – she admitted with a grin that she sometimes got horny watching – and pulled the man's privates out of the woman in a flash to let his semen squirt or swell in the vial.
After that, she vigorously made his member stiff again with her hand, stuffed it into the woman, and told her to copulate again. Most men, however, had no semen left by the second copulation. With some men with pretty private parts, Eva liked to help out and draw the semen with her own hand if it pleased her. Or if she felt that the man liked it. Always the woman watching them got irresistible pleasure and did it herself, although she almost perished from shame and embarrassment. Of course, this pleasure came only with Eva's mental command. Most of the men saw this for the first time, that their wife was doing it to herself and donated all the more lustfully all their semen. The master grinned and threatened with a finger, you rascal!
While the woman was dressing again, Eve sent the men out and explained to the woman the eroticizing effect of the substances she was using. When this effect set in, it had to break down the damaging effect of overuse, Eva claimed with gross oversimplification, she had to manually redeem the woman. Generally, this was covered with a social taboo and both women and men guarded these secrets. Everyone blushed, but most nodded in agreement; it was, after all, medical treatment. For a child they would do anything, or in this case let it be done by the female doctor. Some asked in whispers if they hadn't misheard, but agreed. Some asked shamefacedly if everyone was there, she could reassure them that she was the only one. Then there was a vanishingly small group who really didn't know that women did it for themselves. Eva searched their minds, they were telling the truth. She gave them the choice of whether they wanted to know something new about themselves. Some wanted to, most did not. These were problem cases, because on the one hand they needed more narcotic not to wake up in the middle of it, on the other hand they had to be redeemed several times because of the increased dose.
Naturally, she threw away the semen of the husbands. Some she examined, most was infertile material or slow–sperm. She used the master's semen without exception.
The master freed himself so often to assist her, but he usually managed only two days, rarely all three. When he could come, they took up to 15 inseminations. He had learned from Eva how to be faster. She felt like it and made herself available and he practiced, again and again she took mental control of his finger and indirectly did it herself, but he soon could do it well under a minute. At the same time she taught him the art of looking deep into the patient's body with his mind. It took him a very long time to learn it.
After a day of inseminations, he had taken the overpressure off many women and girls, but pent up his excitement. Eva fully understood this, although she seemed immune to it herself, so when the work was done she immediately rushed to the bedroom to gently and lovingly relieve his pressure. While she extracted his semen from her sex canal, he stroked her belly and could suddenly "see inside". There he was, the dear little one, and he seemed to be sucking his thumb. He whispered to Eva and said the little one had an erection. "I look at him every minute," she said, smiling at him and whispering, "yes, usually my excitement transfers to him."
It had come to his attention over time that during their union she stimulated and triggered the clit of her sex as often as she wanted. She had never done that before. Curious, he asked if she did it with Erich too, but she said she didn't let him get that far. She had never done it in front of him and it would stay that way. She always did it secretly at night when he was asleep in his room. He was the only one, she said, in whose presence she felt no shyness about touching her clit herself.
She invited him to read her mind. How Erich visited her in her room. How she lovingly gave herself to him. How Erich did it so well most of the time that he could drive her lust up and redeem her without touching her clit himself. How she mentally maintained his stamina until he satisfied her. How she did it to herself after Erich left. Candor watched her take it out with increasing infatuation, once, twice. Her thoughts became wisps of fog; she had fallen asleep. "Thank you for letting me see that" he said, moved.
"You do realize that all this could cost us our heads?" he said after a while. She answered immediately, "Yes, if I let it happen. I have burned some rules of the game into Erich from the very beginning, with the strongest mental powers I have. For example, that he be physically faithful to me and not whore around. That he never suspects me of infidelity, not even in his thoughts, and mercilessly pursues anyone who thinks or says such things. That he never, NEVER doubts his paternity, not even remotely. That he protects me and my children with his life. That he ensures me space for work and private life and never wants to have insight into both. And that he would keep himself healthy and fit to always satisfy me in the union." Something like that, she said, and she was sure those ground rules would hold. She added with a broad grin, "Erich must always continue during intercourse, even after his outpouring, until he has satisfied me!" Candor nodded reassured, he trusted her power and mental abilities.
They drank a light coffee against all pregnancy rules and talked again about the insemination program. A great many patients had become pregnant and their reputation was growing. The OP's clothes hid him well so that no one would think to suspect him there. He described that he often looked around enthusiastically in the minds of the patients, seeing the most beautiful erotic or pornographic images when he relieved them of the overpressure.
He often learned that even the most well‐behaved women were infidel, both with men and women, that some had sex with their dog or were voyeurs. Some masturbated almost compulsively or exhibitionistically and let themselves be "caught" purposefully. Women's fantasies were mostly of things shown in porn and distorted to the point of unfeasible. He told how he was fascinated by the different breast shapes, genitals and clits shapes, as well as the different reactions when the patient experienced release while awake. Very special were those mostly very young women who had never touched their clit erotically. For most it was a beautiful, very erotic experience to be aroused and redeemed several times in a row. The experienced girls had the most perverted pornographic fantasies he had ever "seen". Only a very few stiffened inwardly that this was a purely medical treatment that they themselves did not want to repeat.
He admitted that he often thought about jumping on a patient. Eva smiled that she knew. But it would not help the insemination program, most of the time, after all, the fallopian tubes were stuck, kinked or damaged, his sperm could not overcome that naturally. But if he really wanted it, she could make it happen. He laughed wildly and whispered that some wishes should be left unfulfilled. These are just horny fantasies, and they should stay that way!
To his amazement, she said with a long look at his slightly erect private part, she needed it again, right now. "You know what hormones do to us women during pregnancy!"
He laughed kindly and joined her, Eve giving free rein to her lust and releasing herself as often as she could. After that there was still time to quickly harvest the semen and take a shower, then they left.
Roxane and Dina had all but completed their preparations. Whenever they sat at their desks, their hands touched each other quite by chance. When they passed each other, they grabbed each other's waist or touched their hips, their butts. Roxane reported it to him, of course, and Candor laughed affectionately that it was nothing bad. If it came to more, it was just sex. He reiterated that he was not jealous of her sexual advances, and she should by all means do it if she felt pleasure in doing so.
He was still steadfast and did not manipulate Roxane. Dina's mind, however, he kept reading and finding her loving affection for Roxane. In short order, he manipulated her into seducing Roxane, it was only sex, not cheating on the Baron, he inculcated her.
He sat in his office processing his documents on the screen, his mind was on Dina and Roxane who were greeting each other, hugging and kissing. The two girls looked at each other, and Roxane, full of shyness, followed the younger one into the bedroom. They undressed each other, their naked bodies embraced and they began to make love. Dina dug out a stimulation device, and despite initial resistance, Roxane surrendered to the excitement of Dina's vigorous thrusting hand and experienced a wonderful electronic release. Later they dropped the device and redeemed each other by hand. The two were of about the same build and attractive in all the right places, Candor noted with satisfaction. Their reaction at the redemption, however, was very different. Roxane held onto the young girl panting like a drowning woman, her abdomen twitching convulsively and she pressed her cunt quite firmly against Dina's body. Dina's release took much longer, she spread her cunt with her fingers very wide apart and pressed a finger on her twitching clit for minutes.
He was getting on with his work well, though he was with the girls at the same time, enjoying their raptures with them.
At dinner, Roxane was quite silent. When they went to bed after a good glass of wine and some cigarettes, she told the master everything, openly and honestly. He was grateful to her for that, she could have remained silent. He loved her highly concentrated and provided her several times the release that only briefly interrupted her flow of speech. Even though he was intimately familiar with Dina's beautiful body and her method of release, he kept asking Roxane to tell about it in detail. This gave her a thrill to increase him with it.
He had given Dina no instruction to keep quiet and she dutifully told her Baron. He was a very open‐minded but conservatively brought up man in his late 40s, and he wanted to talk it out with the two women the next day, without any resentment, but full of uncertainty. Candor realized his mistake the other day when he accompanied Roxane to Dina in spirit. He included the Baron in his mental influence and issued his instructions to all three. Dina would be occupied with herself without exception and with Roxane during the Baron's recreational breaks. The Baron had Roxane all to himself and Roxane was to be passively served by both of them. He had to strongly influence his friend mentally, since he had reservations and scruples about sleeping with his friend's wife. Candor, however, had him under control quite soon. The Baron enjoyed his part, as he felt very comfortable in Roxane's cunt, although he soon used up all his semen. He equally enjoyed watching Dina's pleasure just inches from his face. He knew it already, of course, since she often did it in his presence, but he had never seen it at such close range and with such intensity. Candor confined himself to reinforcing the performance of the three of them and, in addition to his work, took great pleasure in being mentally with them.
When they had gone to bed in the evening, Roxane told him everything and was full of remorse that she had cheated on him with the Baron. He rebuked her sharply, saying it was just sex, nothing more. In order to cheat, there had to be intent, intention, deceit. After a long hesitation she accepted it and told him everything in detail in colorful colors. The baron obviously had a considerable cock and held out all the time. She was quite excited because he gave her such pleasure and Dina manually released her at the right moment. Roxane didn't stop raving about the Baron's enormous private part and got excited at her tales like she hadn't in a long time. He aroused and redeemed her continuously during their rapture until they fell asleep.
The other day the baron came to him very late in the office and kept apologizing, while he reported confusedly and rather confusedly, but truthfully. No, the master rebuked him, he had not dishonored Roxane! And he gladly accepted the offer to return the favor, he owed it to Mrs. Dina. The Baron was even more confused than before, they agreed that the Master would accompany Roxane to the Baron's apartment tomorrow. Candor chuckled into his beard, he would not miss a treat like Dina!
Candor decided to keep a mental low profile and would have been very surprised too had he known that Eva was influencing this events in the background. So they came to the Baron in the morning, the master was already very curious how it would happen naturally and uninfluenced by him? Already during the smalltalk in the living room Dina played dreamily with his fingers, directed the conversation very flirty to the fact that the Baron and she owed him something. Something very special! Then she resolutely got up and pulled him into the bedroom. Friendly as before as a maid, she peeled him and herself out of their clothes and lay expectantly on the bed. As he joined her, Roxane and the baron joined them.
It was so close that they all touched each other at the same time, but it turned out to be a wonderful, horny day. Dina belonged to him all the time, Roxane was joyfully enjoying the pleasures the Baron was giving her with his enormous cock. He had to admit that the Baron was exceptionally well endowed and fired what the cannon gave, although he had quite soon burned all his semen in Roxane. The men did not exchange their wives all day. He had Roxane every day, but the lustful, horny maid for the first time. A little selfishness can't be wrong!
When one of the men was getting ready to pour, the other girl would grope over to increase his companion's pleasure and release it with her hand at the moment of squirting. When the men paused, the girls made love passionately and wildly, but also very obscenely and a little perversely, completely unabashedly. He realized that the baron saw it for the first time that the girls made love with their tongues on their clits.
After a few hours he went home with Roxane to rest. They lay in the bedroom and Roxane again raved about the Baron's imposing cock. He silently raved about the body and love talents of the lovely maid. He remained silent because Roxane could have easily misunderstood. Dina was about ten years younger than she and had slept with hundreds of men, as had all the maids, but only a handful of women. Roxane had slept with maybe six or ten men and a few women. As far as love skills were concerned, Dina definitely had the advantage.
It had not been important to him at the time, but Roxane, as if under an inner compulsion, had absolutely had to tell him at the beginning of their relationship that she had slept with four men or rather boys since her 14th year and with most of them about "a hundred" times before she married Grigori, but of course always only in the "normal" position. Her older sister, who had grown up in another family for the last few years, came back and the girls slept in one bed. She showed 11‐year‐old Roxane how to do it properly with the clit and that they could do it alone or each other. Soon the sister was sneaking boys into their shared bed and Roxane was learning everything a girl needed to learn. She had to use her fingers to grip the male genital during intercourse and feel when he was discharging in order to arouse and trigger her big sister's clit at the right time. As always, when her sister was deeply asleep after the act, she was allowed to touch and examine the boys' cock. Many of these boys wanted to watch her when she offered that they could watch if she did it to herself. She did the hand job at first because she found it exciting to watch the semen gush forth. She was reluctant to think about which one of them had deflowered her when she was about 12. From then on, she didn't do handjobs, nor did she tell of the many clandestine unions she stooped to after being deflowered. With only a few exceptions, there were many that poured out in the small and close cunt of the little sister. She did not count these unions, for they were not hers, but the friends of the sleeping sister, and they were not yet men. But there must have been many boys in those three years. She made everyone mount her and take her really neat. She loved it very much when the boy took her powerfully and passionately. It helped her not to think herself inferior and to secretly smile when the sister bragged about her sexual conquests. From that time also came her conviction that first the man and then the woman should have the climax.
The Baron's wedding to Dina was very beautiful and was personal and simple. The king and the princess were guests of honor and King Erich did not miss the opportunity to raise Dina to the rank of Baroness von Stetten. This was the first time that a maid became Baroness and not only the wife of the Baron. There was a lot of whispering about it in the following days and also reading in one of the most aggressive rabble‐rousers tabloids, the king and the maid, you know that! Apart from that, everything went smoothly and the baron and his freshly made baroness drove in a white horse‐drawn carriage – the few meters – to their apartment. The king had assigned them a new apartment with 6 rooms in the Hofburg and had it thoroughly renovated. The king winked at the Baroness von Stetten, "if there were any more little von Stettens."
Roxane stayed at the party until the end and came late that night, falling onto the bed beside him, completely exhausted. He had woken up and gently stroked her beautifully curved hip before his hand slid into her dragon's lair, slaying dragons. She let him do it, smiling, and fell asleep almost immediately, completely exhausted, even though her clit was high and demanding "more, more!". He finished it several times, even though she was already deeply asleep and her body as well as the clit were only responding out of habit. Only when her clit seemed to be done, he let go of her and fell asleep.
When at that time, after her betrothal to the king, the court ladies selected the chambermaids for their services, they wanted to reject this black girl. But Eva intervened and had an interview in private, seized the girl's hands and read her mind as if she were reading a book, then she took her in. She had written to the family demanding that they make Nima a gold headband with their coat of arms, the coat of arms of the late baron, as was customary for a chambermaid.
Nima was a beautiful, educated girl of African origin, her silky skin the color of dark coffee, slender and tall. The breasts full and round, the nipples stood perky and erect. The beautifully curved buttocks matched very well with her depilated pubis and narrow hips. Eva knew from the mental interview how well the girl had mastered the art of tongue play, and also did not mind doing the king's bidding.
Nima had been placed with a widowed baron in his early 70s when she was 14, and he soon granted her every wish. She was eager to learn, so he got her a place at the best school, which she graduated from with honors. He wanted only one thing from her, that she slept with him, he did not want to be alone at night. He couldn't get enough of her beauty, and for the first few years they slept together every day. But as his strength waned, only rarely, and by the end of his life he only had an erection every two months, but she put on a good face, swinging on top of him and riding him, tenderly and sensitively. He, of course, allowed her to have sex with a dozen boys and girls. Most of them followed her to the Baron's apartment to copulate with Nima and let the Baron watch. When Nima was licked by a girl, it excited the Baron so much that the girl would ride him afterwards. The bond between the Baron and Nima was much stronger than in these love affairs and in the evening she always came to him and let him caress her. Every evening before going to sleep she indulged her lust, and if he was still awake and watching her, she made it especially beautiful and exciting.
After her graduation, the Baron got her a place in one of the best acting schools. Nima quickly learned to move unselfconsciously and naked in front of an audience, posing and performing any sexual act in front of an audience, because modern art demanded nudity and explicit sex in its performances. And she was very good at performing sexual acts in front of an audience. She was given a leading role in "Othello," loosely based on William Shakespeare. Critics praised the director for having the courage to have Othello played by a white man and Desdemona by a black woman. Her authentic Desdemona wowed everyone, in part because she played all six copulation scenes herself, and even though each copulation scene had to be filled by other actors, since it was clear to the director that only a fresh man could squirt as he imagined. Both performers received thunderous applause when he first visibly poured himself on her and then inside her, and she was able to believably feign a passionate fulfillment of female sexuality. Her devotion and passion while copulating enchanted everyone, critics and audience alike. She received hundreds of offers from her fans, all of whom wanted to recreate one or another copulation scene with her.
When she sat in her dressing room after a performance and reviewed everything over a glass of wine, it was clear to her in all clarity how perverse the theater business actually was. The director let her copulate with dozens of strange men during rehearsals until he was satisfied with her performance, perhaps hundreds in the course of the season. Often and often he made his actors copulate, although Nima was quite horrified by this sweaty, fat man who had no idea about copulating and poured himself into her squealing like a piglet. If she wanted to keep the role, she had to give herself to him without objection. She endured silently when he unwrapped his insignificant little cock and mounted her. The thunderous applause, while she still lay on the stage with trembling legs, shaken by the convulsions, was worth it. Was it really worth it?
The copulation in the play was real every night, nothing about it was faked. At each performance, she did it with six men she barely knew. The men copulated, each equally, the old‐fashioned way our great‐grandfathers copulated with great‐grandmothers, there was nothing fake about it, it was all real. The director wanted it that way. Some copulated longer, others shorter.
The finale was also entirely real. The man quickly pulled out his private part so that the audience could see very clearly how his first jet shot out and slapped on her body. A moment later he thrust into her cunt again and now poured into her, thrusting violently. Her contribution was also real, there was nothing fake about it. She stroked her clit until it was ready to explode quickly, triggering it the moment the performer pulled out his privates to show the first spurting jet to the audience. By the time he entered her again, her body was already twitching in violent, real convulsions. She just had to make sure that she lifted one leg to cover the clit play in such a way that her clit play was only visible to the expensive box seats high up, the fat director made extra money from that. This usually succeeded quite well during the first copulations, but after that she had to concentrate harder and rub her clit wilder and wilder so that it exploded at the right time when the performer penetrated her most intimate part, squirting. She then didn't care at all that the cheap ranks could also watch her clit rubbing with relish. She finished her glass of wine and wondered if she wanted to play this primitive game until old age.
The Old Baron never spoke about his fortune. Once he mentioned it in connection with the late Baroness. They had had a wonderful 50 years, but in bed she was completely useless, and from the very beginning she allowed herself to be completely passively and unemotionally noodled through as often as he wanted. She had made it clear from the beginning that she could only love herself physically. She gladly and willingly let him watch when she did it herself, because he liked to watch and became horny. Usually he noodled her hard afterwards, which she allowed willingly but emotionlessly. She did it to herself every night after she went to bed, usually several times with vigorous, vigorous finishes. It was most erotic for them both when he soaked her in the middle of her explosion. So they made the best of their situation. It was both their good fortune that she provided willing young servants with whom he could indulge his sexual needs at will. In return, she had brought a considerable fortune into the marriage and increased it, in this she was very skillful. And that he now had her, Nima, the baron said, was a wonderful coincidence, she would one day inherit him. But he immediately forgot the paperwork, money was enough at hand and was therefore unimportant.
Nima had to see to it herself that she could save up a little money. She went through her fan mail conscientiously and selected the solvent ones. For a princely gift of money she visited him and he was allowed to copulate with her until he went limp. If he put something on it, she made her clit play to come with him at the same time. If he put something on it again, he was allowed to watch her do it to herself after copulating, twice if he wished. She never faked anything, that was a matter of honor for her.
She had become a noble whore, but when she had two or three suitors in an afternoon, a reassuring number of bills crackled in her pocket. The baron originally didn't want to know anything about it; she studied acting and usually excited him when she described everything in detail. The fact that actresses copulated in public on stage did not bother him at all. The main thing was that she was there in the evening, so he could caress her silky skin and watch her in her every evening lust.
The next season, "The Witches" was performed, the script of which fit on half a page. There were 6 witches and an equal number of devils and torturers. Nima only played along because of the good pay, she found the play itself completely pointless and perverted.
In the first act, the witches cuddled with each other, three couples were formed and the girls satisfied the clits of the partner, then space was exchanged so that the audience could see the clit rubbing very precisely and in detail. Thunderous applause at each climax. Curtain.
The second act. The devils chase the girls senseless in a circle, catch them and all 6 couples copulate at the same time. Same ritual as always, when one of the devils poured out, he pulled his cock out of the girl and splashed the first jet over her in plain sight, then penetrated her again and thrust for all it was worth. The girls played passive torpor and did nothing. Applause. (Yawn!) Curtain.
The third act began with a contest. Six girls, strung side by side, looked into the audience with rigid expressions on their faces. They rubbed their clits frantically and whoever finished got (thunderous) applause. In the first performances, Nima was last because she made it real. Without influencing the other girls, soon they all joined in and each received thunderous applause. For the finale, 6 torturers came, they copulated with the girls in unison, dutifully pulled out their black‐painted private parts to show off the first stream of semen jet, and rammed to applause until they went limp. Meanwhile, the girls rubbed their clit and when one finished, she received applause to thunderous applause depending on her performance. Curtain. Then all 18 performers stood in front of the curtain and received their final applause.
Nima was glad when the play was called off early. She hurried home as fast as she could to nurse the sick Baron. The good man had only one wish. He wanted to die in the union. Nima loved this fatherly friend like a daughter and wanted to fulfill his last wish.
Every evening she showered the theatrical dirt from her cunt. Then she lay down with the old man, and Agnes, who had watched over him almost all day, silently and discreetly withdrew to a chair in the background. Nima told him erotic stories she made up on the spur of the moment while she stroked his cock until he was firm. Then she rode him tenderly and with feeling until he fell asleep. Sometimes he could squirt again before falling asleep. This went on for six weeks. She had gotten used to Agnes watching them and rubbing her clit. Agnes was anything but quiet, panting and whimpering with horniness, and when she came, she emitted satisfied sounds, her "Aaah!" and "Oooh!" could be heard two rooms away.
Agnes was one of the last young women the Baroness hired. She came from the provinces, had attended school for only one year, and was almost illiterate. She could nevertheless read with difficulty, write in block letters and do arithmetic very well. The Baroness, however, recognized her potential, her husband would enjoy the maiden, and Agnes could manage the household excellently. She had no sexual experience at all and the Baroness showed her how the clitplaying went. Often the two would cuddle together and play with their clits, soon Agnes was hooked. The Baron delighted in deflowering the unsuspecting and molding her as a sex playmate to his liking. Until Nima came into the house, she was the widower's only sexual companion for years.
On those days when Nima was out of the house, she gave herself to the Baron. He could so wonderfully noodle her when she had brought herself to the point of explosion. Now that he was seriously ill in bed, Nima had strictly forbidden her to do it, it could mean his death. Instead, she was allowed to stay in the very back of the room and watch as Nima very gently and lovingly made love to him. Agnes asked very shyly and Nima allowed her to do it herself with her clit meanwhile. After he fell asleep, the two girls watched each other get pleasure. When Nima had also fallen asleep, Agnes turned out the light and went to her room.
On his last day, he stared unblinkingly at Nima during the act and squirted harder and longer than ever before. Panting and gasping, he pushed out his semen in tiny droplets until his heart stopped. She closed his eyes and called the medic.
The Baron's sudden death ended her acting studies, the old man had left no will and the heirs had better uses for their inheritance than to take care of his black actress. They proved their good heart and brought Nima to perform at the royal court.
So it came to pass that Eva chose Nima.
Eva felt immobile, awkward, ugly and unattractive with her big belly. She let both Candor and Erich into her cunt only very carefully and increasingly rarely. She found it increasingly difficult to lay a hand on herself and asked Nima to be at her service with her tongue. Poor Erich was allowed to watch with pleasure every time and in his excitement take the girl, who crouched in front of Eva licking and stretching her beautifully rounded buttocks towards him, from behind as often as he could until his semen was exhausted and his passion satisfied. When the girl was very aroused, she was allowed to relieve herself to the point of exhaustion in front of her and the king as a spectator, but most of the time Eva fell asleep after the last stroke of the girl's tongue and did not notice anything of the girl's greedy activity. She did not mind if Erich took the girl again after watching. It did him good and she loved him. Both Erich and Nima forgot everything until the next morning. It had never happened.
She also left Candor increasingly unfulfilled and encouraged him to fulfill his wish and take a patient. She argued her fat, misshapen body, her refusal and his suffering, and yes, of course, she loved him dearly, overriding all ethical concerns for him! After he hesitantly agreed, she picked out one among the youngest, because such were probably his favorite. At the beginning she intervened mentally when the patient woke up and at first was frightened when she felt his genitals inside her. But she surrendered passively and he was able to relieve himself before releasing her from her sexual overpressure. She instructed the patient to forget about it completely. From now on he didn't need to suppress his arousal, Eva looked at him radiantly and was proud of her lover's loin strength. She extracted his semen from the patients' sex canal and made them forget everything.
He always looked deep into the minds of the patients when he took them. Most of them were awake and did not mind, since they felt a terribly strong pressure to be triggered. He delighted in their most intimate thoughts, most of which were highly erotic and pornographic; some also revealed their most perverse dreams. There were many who participated very actively and hornily, as the situation just allowed. But he also found surprisingly many who had only ever had intercourse with their husbands and only gave themselves shyly and full of shame. One very young girl he had to deflower before the insemination process, because her strange husband used to squirt exclusively in her mouth. Eva said she could also deflower the woman with a scalpel, but he wanted to do it himself. Eva had prepared him for it, but he almost had a jam.
It had once started with one patient, then it became two, three, and then ten that he took in the OR. There were hundreds, many hundreds, and still his loins endured the lustful strain. He no longer had to have just the young ones, he took them all. The older they were, the more pornographic and perverted their thoughts were, the more often they were promiscuous and had a lot to "tell". He saw things he had never seen before.
Eva continued to extract his semen from the patients and the patient was allowed to go home and forget everything, but she praised his stamina. When Eva had to close the ordination shortly because of her confinement, there were about five hundred female patients he had taken in a natural way.
Eva loved him very much and told him so every day, they held hands as they looked at the child in her womb. They no longer associated with each other conventionally; after all, he had already spent his time with the patients during the day, and he also had Roxane. He kept reassuring Eva that she was neither shapeless nor unattractive and lovingly kindled her lust with his hand, only to extinguish the fire in her large clit immediately afterwards. At some point she stopped making appointments and temporarily closed the office.
Eva asked him to mentally attend the birth. She only allowed two midwives she knew and even the king was not allowed. The birth lasted only fifteen minutes and was relatively easy. Candor held Eva's hand very tightly until the little prince slipped out of the birth canal. He kissed her forehead and smiled, "it's a beautiful boy!" They both rejoiced and kissed deeply, then King Erich was allowed to enter, kiss his wife lovingly and gratefully, and hold the prince in his arms. Candor carefully moved away, leaving his beloved to her husband.
The king solemnly announced the birth of the child, to be named Prince Charles Louis in memory of his father and brother. The people and the media celebrated and King Erich did not let his hair down. The people had a Fiesta with wine, beer, roasted chicken.
Eva did not want to become queen, princess was already a hindrance enough, both in medical practice and with regard to her professional publications. She explained that female patients should neither make ridiculous court curtsies nor address her as majesty. It was difficult enough as it was, she said, to enforce being addressed as Frau Doktor and by no means as princess. It took her a long time before Erich understood her. She wanted to open the practice in about two months. From that time it would also be possible, my dearest, to have intercourse with each other again, not until then.
She was breastfeeding the little one and wanted to breastfeed him for at least another good year, she could organize that, she could pump her milk and the wet nurse could feed Prince Karl in the waiting room or in the castle. The ordination she wanted to close about three in the afternoon and then be there only for the little one and her husband.
She had already discussed all of this with Candor as well, and it all seemed doable. They kept in touch mentally every day, even though he had a lot of work to do. The kingdom had to become much more greener!
Roxane sometimes let it slip that she thought of Dina and the Baron more often. He waved it off, saying he felt no incentive, though it was a lie. He did not want to burden the working relationship with the Baron with sex. It was enough that, as suggested by the Baron, they ducked and addressed each other by their first names. The Baron was called Rüdiger, he was called Master or Candor, "hold that as you wish, my dear Rüdiger!" Leo he did not want to be called at all, not even Roxane and Marco called him so.
Eva kept Erich at a distance, as she had done before. It was pleasant for her to feel the tongue of her servant Nima and then let Erich have the girl. Everything went as before, Erich watched her and the girl licking, which Eva allowed to be given quite passively, and Erich looked at the girl's magnificent buttocks, which excited him extremely strongly, as did the licking. As long as Eva was awake, he took the girl only from behind. When Eva fell asleep after the last rearing, or fell asleep before, and continued licking the girl until her sleeping body reared up once more in her sleep, Erich turned the girl to him and they united until mutual exhaustion. Then they left, forgetting everything. Eva loved her Erich and wanted to do everything for his physical and mental health.
Erich could wait less and less and put the girl next to his spouse after the first greedy tongue play. He bent over Eva and merged with her in intimate French kisses, while his cock merged with the girl. Eva loved this constellation and groped to the girl's clit to trigger it at the right moment. Before falling asleep, she did it to herself, once, twice and fall asleep. She used to do the ritual every day since she was five years old: once, twice and then fall asleep. Erich moved his stiff genitals very thoughtfully in the girl's sex canal, while Eva allowed him to watch her up close at once and twice. She loved her Erich very much and knew he was in good hands. By morning, the two had forgotten all about it again.
Her love grew when she saw him fulfilling his obligations and otherwise spending every minute with their child. He became a very loving father.
Roxane left early every ten or fourteen days to have breakfast with Dina. If Rüdiger had already left, she stayed with Dina for an extensive dessert after the quick breakfast. If the Baron was still there, dessert came first. Dina indulged them both, it was only sex. She also felt like it and participated to redeem Roxane's clit at the right moment. But she was also very proud that her husband was giving Roxane so much pleasure with his knightly mace.
Roxane, who was always honest with her husband, reported to him openly when they lay in bed at night. It brought variety to their feelings, although it seemed to him that her infatuation with the baron's mace was waning. He assured her it was just sex between friends and no cause for jealousy. He encouraged her to continue as long as she felt like it. Roxane always wondered how generous he was and said so. He kept quiet because his generosity was not selfless. He was always with her when she gave herself to the Baron or made love to Dina. He often visited Dina in spirit when she thought she was alone and gave herself pleasure of the finest kind or indulged in the most outlandish fantasies. For hours he let her mentally show him the most beautiful unions she had experienced earlier as a maid. Among these were the few women who had seduced her ages ago and showed her what pleasure potential lay dormant in her loins.
Roxane went to the Baron and Dina less and less often. Her initial rapture for the Baron's enormous genital was rapidly waning; she also did not want to interfere permanently in their married life. But Dina attracted her monthly, as the Baron did not take her during her period. Roxane had not had a period for years and always gave in to Dina's urging. The master gave her moral support and resolutely urged her to get her lust, so on three or four days she hurried to Dina's breakfast early in the morning. She had lost her crush, but experienced very intense and extremely satisfying encounters with the Baron and Dina, almost over five years.
Roxane, after the marriage of the von Stetten family, had an appetite to be caressed by the master while falling asleep and to have it done while sleeping until her clit was exhausted. The morning after, she endlessly questioned him about how long it had gone on and candidly told him what dreams she had while he was doing it. She had never heard of making love to the clit in this way before and enjoyed it thoroughly. He was often glad to have a break, as he had already had his way with Eva's patients.
The master visited the princess and her son as soon as the king allowed him. He always sat next to her for a long time, stroking his son, and they chatted mentally, sometimes talking loudly trivia, since the court had ears.
You kept asking yourself the question, how do I manage to be invisible? said Eva. It would be better to ask yourself why people don't see you. You see, it's not witchcraft. You just have to manipulate people into overlooking you or not knowing later that they saw you.
It only took him a moment to understand the basic outline. Okay, he said, so it's just a practice thing. I'll practice it.
He spent every minute practicing. Manipulating a single person was no problem; he'd done it before. But he trained until it took him only a split second to do it. Soon he needed only a few moments to make himself unseen by two, then three people. It took a very long time before he could make himself instantly invisible to more people.
King Erich and the girl forgot each night, but their bodies remembered. Eva was aware of this, but it had little meaning. Erich gave himself and the girl with the erotic butt all the pleasures, Eva watched them with pleasure and, as far as Erich was concerned, with love and gave herself to their lust. Erich was so passionate and happy with the girl that she was heartily happy for her husband.
A few days before she opened the ordination, she met the master there. She knew that he had come unseen and congratulated him. Their first union was stormy and wild, they made love for a very long time and told each other endlessly how much they loved each other. Eva took out his semen and refrigerated it. Unfortunately, she had to throw away the old stock.
One of the next evenings she gave herself to Erich, it was a feast for both of them, which they enjoyed to the fullest. She had given the servant maid a rich gift and just said that she appreciated her intimate services very much. The completely surprised girl blushingly thanked her and vowed to continue serving, with all her heart! She had no idea at all why the princess thanked her so generously and was completely unsure what intimate things she had done with the princess? Deeply buried memories pushed into her consciousness, but it could not be! She could not explain the tears when in her sexual fantasizing the king or the princess acted. Was she really licking the princess's clit? Was the king really putting his slender hands on her buttocks and penetrating from behind? And was she doing it to herself while his majesty and consort watched her do it? She cried, but she was not sad. Not a bit.
The surgery was up and running again, Eva locked up exactly at 3 p.m. and hurried to see her son. She had to limit the number of female patients, of course, but she managed without any problems. To her astonishment, she noticed that a large part of the couples, almost half, only had oral intercourse. Why, she was not so much interested in. A few times she had the couples perform oral intercourse to obtain the man's semen, but she quickly became bored with that. She had all these couples copulate sexually, which was much more exciting. Many had never copulated with each other, some of the very young patients were only deflowered on her exam table!
This was exciting every time, many a couple she had to teach copulation first and guide the man's genital with her hand until he was ready for the squirting. The genitals she then quickly pull out, let the semen squirt into the vial and stiffen the man again with his hand and insert into the sex canal of the woman and order the further copulation, this was her favorite method, because she liked to watch the copulation. Some men she had to guide with her hand, it went the same the second or third time. It gave her a little sense of power to grip the man's cock tightly with her hand and rhythmically push in and pull out of the sex canal, increasing the tempo to the point of effusion. Like the deities on ancient Assyrian stelae, she clutched the phallus and copulated with the slave. They were images that made her grin. She thought that many of these couples would return to oral sex, since they were so used to it.
Candor divided his work well so he could assist with her on the three half‐days. Even before the ordination began, they made love, since there was no time to make love after the ordination ended. Eva lined up the ugly, sexually uninteresting female patients at the very front so that his loins could recover from the morning's union. When his lust awoke, he would take the patient as he had done before, Eva would replenish the semen stock in the cooler, and the patient would be allowed to go home and forget all about it. He looked forward to each woman, claiming that each was somehow different. The experienced and the slutty among them let themselves be taken actively and passionately, their fantasies were mostly indescribably horny and filled him with pleasure.
On Eva's advice, he made himself invisible to the female patients who were only used to consorting with their husbands and swore to unconditional fidelity or who had been deflowered only a short time before. And these were not few. All these women experienced with astonishment how they were mated by an invisible man, and this was acceptable to them, they were after all exposed to a high erotic pressure. Their fantasies were often simple, rather a childlike amazement in the land of Eros. Many of the faithful nevertheless felt great guilt afterwards. Only a few took it upon themselves to give themselves to many men in the future. It was good that they could forget everything afterwards. Eva often inconspicuously touched him on the arm or put her hand on his shoulder, she was very proud of her lover's loin strength.
He was able to organize many things better during this time and the king as well as the other advisors could see and appreciate it. When he took a break and smoked a cigar and drank a cognac in peace, he often thought how much he and his wives had been infected by the general sexting of society. Demographically, it was good for the kingdom, as was Eve's insemination program, to counteract extinction. His work on greening the land also had a purpose. He was working on a major document in English to explain to his counterparts throughout Europe the importance of the Atlantic Meridional Overturning Circulation, AMOC, in the context of greening. AMOC, the Gulf Stream, has been steadily slowing and changing the climate for well over a hundred years. The thawing of Greenland's glaciers also played a significant role in the slowing of the Gulf Stream. The increasing drought and its disastrous consequences could therefore only be dealt with by large‐scale greening of the entire continent.
He had discussed it for hours with Elaine, for she was rock‐solidly convinced that the European continent was doomed. Elaine did not come often since she had asked him and he had to confess to her that he had already had intercourse with more than a thousand girls and women. She only came to join him silently and was usually sad afterwards. She lived in a completely different dimension, where she had only him under the eternally sunlit sky of Greece. She loved only him, had only him to give in to the immense urge of love in her abdomen and to unite sexually with him. She knew only eternal fidelity to him, every day anew, for she had long forgotten the question and the painful answer. She thrust silently towards him until the end of the act, thrusting with increasing rhythm of her womb until he poured into the bodiless one and his semen joined the shower's water stream or flowed tenaciously to the floor.
Once a month, Eva sat down to the computer for her statistics. She collected the data during the initial examinations and during insemination, as well as on an ongoing basis. The statistics only once a month.
19 percent of the patients were mentally or socially unfit and were sent home. 28 percent were single and agreed to an anonymous donor. (A large number of these were former nuns.)
17 percent had involuntary aborted or suffered abortions, 83 percent pregnancies. No unusual problems in pregnancy. The number of births was still too low statistically, but a clear excess of girls emerged.
In 48 percent, sperm collection was due to hand jobs; in just over 20 percent of these, she had done it herself. Forty‐two percent came from copulation, and in about 10 percent of those she did the whole copulation process by hand. She didn't keep a record of how many men fucked her and cum in her own vagina because she was unspeakably horny or liked the guys' huge cocks fucking her, watched by their deranged, horny wives. This fact she kept all to herself.
After anesthesia, 28 percent of the patients were relieved of positive pressure with one release, 16 percent needed two, 32 percent needed three, and just over 30 percent needed several, 4 to 6 times (including all the nuns).
18 percent were African blacks, 34 percent were migrant women or daughters of migrants, and 2 percent were from Asia.
A surprisingly high number, 22 percent, were lesbians. The older ones, 38 to 41 years old, also made up the bulk of the virgins. Candor experienced no resistance from the younger lesbians when he wanted to copulate with them after waking up. The older ones consistently refused, even those he had previously deflowered; they themselves had allowed deflowering only with reluctance and disgust.
Eva was quite pleased with the program, only with 17 percent did she have to make a second attempt. All the newborns were physically healthy. Surprisingly, there were no stillborns. About 38 percent of those who gave birth said after 14 days that they would like to have another child through the program later.
As for the nuns, Eva had made extraneous notes. The majority were from monasteries of Asian or Far Eastern faiths, the others from Christian ones. The Christian nuns had left the community for a variety of reasons, about a third had kept the vow of chastity and were still virgins, the rest had not kept the vow and had intercourse with men with varying frequency, quite a few even much more frequently than their secular sex companions. At the initial interview, Eva had pointed out that the hymen was a hindrance and that they should have themselves deflowered beforehand. Not a single one chose the scalpel, shyly and bashfully they agreed to surrender to the assistant before the procedure. Unlike the secular women, all the former nuns knew the secret of giving themselves pleasure by hand and almost all of them could be confidently described as habitual and obsessive onanists. Candor was impressed to find so many virgins among these 35 to 40 year olds, but all of them obviously liked to be deflowered, since this was a prerequisite for impregnation and motherhood.
All former nuns without exception wanted to be mated after the anesthesia. He had to repeat the manual redemption that followed four, five or six times, especially in the case of habitual onanists. While sifting through the sexual fantasies of the nuns, another surprise followed. He had expected simple and childish–innocent thoughts, but these were even more piggish and clearly more pornographic than those of secular women who consorted with a great many men. None of the nuns had problems; all of them got pregnant.
Among the nuns were some Asian women who had already deposited their desires at the initial meeting. The Asian faith communities were prominently located in and around the capital and did not require a vow of chastity, which has been rejected in Asian countries for some time and on the contrary, all Asian nuns could give sexual blessings with their sex. They were the only nuns who lived according to the new Asian rules and therefore had had very frequent sexual intercourse with many changing partners.
The abbot Bönppo Tentsin had completely changed the rules of the monasteries about 40 years ago and introduced, among other things, something similar to the Indian temple whores, they were called sacred harlots. There were three temple monasteries in Vienna, and the sacred harlots were physically available to the pilgrims on certain festive days. It was not uncommon for a sacred harlot to have 30 or 40 visitors in one day. The pilgrims sat patiently against the side walls in the cell and waited patiently for their turn. Watching the copulators excited everyone, rubbing their cock and spraying their semen until they were completely emptied. After all, copulating with the sacred harlot did not mean pouring oneself inside them. Most of them squirted their semen right at the first outpouring, a few were able to pour out several times.
The very young servant girls of the Temple, who were still too young to serve as sacred harlots, often went to assist the pilgrims and were very skilled at squirting semen with their tiny hands. When everyone was distracted, they also let themselves be mounted by a pilgrim willing to pay, hastily, quickly and secretly. The pilgrims standing close by watched them intensely but no one made a complaint of it. They formed a circle and all watched horny as the pilgrim fucked the little girl.
Pedophiles, for whom the holy harlots were often too old, paid absurdly high bribes to get an empty cell and there copulate with one of these child‐women at will, until he had squirted his semen entirely. (The investigation and elimination of these pedophile rings almost led to the dissolution of a monastery). If a holy harlot had too many waiting pilgrims in her cell, she would send some to the next harlot or limit the number to a maximum of two acts per pilgrim. Otherwise, the pilgrim could get in line at the back and copulate with the sacred harlot as many times as he wanted. Many came with their friend and copulated with her at the same time from the front and from behind in the ass.
The act itself was considered a sacred act and had to be performed at a slow pace and very reverently. It was not a matter of copulation for these deeply devout people, but of blessing for the men and their fertility with the sex of the sacred harlots. Not infrequently, the believer went from cell to cell, withholding the ejaculation of semen, to be blessed by all the holy damsels. Quite heartily Eva laughed at the story of a special pilgrim, a young pervert, who weekly visited the demented abbess, who was well over 70 years old, to perform the ritual with her. Since he recited the right prayers and spent a lot of money, the abbess's young servants could not refuse him, even if they offered him their young bodies. So he copulated with the giggling, senile old woman until he had donated all his semen.
Of course, before the insemination process, Eve had to deal with the venereal diseases of the sacred harlots and cure them lavishly. These former sacred harlots wanted to be mated after awakening, if at all, over the whole time at a very slow pace and at the same time redeeming themselves with the hand one by one, which required Candor some body control. He liked to dive into the fantasies of Asian women, because for all the horniness, perverse abstrusities and pornographic content, no violence appeared and opened up to him Far Eastern sex fantasies.
.Eva showed Candor the data, and after a lengthy discussion it was clear that she could not publish the data without revealing the special circumstances of the insemination program. She did, however, take it upon herself to describe the psychology and research methods of the rejected group without disclosing the insemination program.