dDate: Wed, 24 Jan 2018 21:58:12 -0500 (EST) From: E MOSER Subject: Submission Bi- Young Friends: - François : Concubine The François stories stem from After the Experiment and are loosely based on a real situation I was told about many years ago by a woman I loved dearly,. Concubine by Larry Marian Still thirteen year old Paige Michelle Jefferson stood naked in a metal wash tub as three young black women, wearing cloth skirts and nothing else washed her with hot water from large vases as a middle aged woman, whose breasts drooped a little, dressed in the same way but better cloth, but with her hair up and with gold jewelry on her neck, wrists and ankles supervised. Paige's long blond hair hung loose to below her shoulders. "Step out," the matron commanded, and Paige did as the three women took large towels and began to dry her off. As soon as Paige looked dry, the matron clapped her hands and said something in what seemed French, but Paige understood maybe two words - and she wasn't sure about those. The three women gathered up the tub, the vases, and the other bathing materials and scurried out of the large room. "Come sit beside me, child," the matron said. "In a few minutes they will return to insure your attire is correct. So I can speak with you quickly. You do not speak French, do you?" "Non, madam," Paige replied. "I know a few words that I used with François, but they aren't ordinary words." The woman laughed. "I imagine not. Now, when we are alone, or in very close company, please call me "MaMa" as François and my other children and the children of the other wives do, as I am the Head Wife. I will call you `Daughter' in private, or `Paige,' though it seems odd to call a person a servant. I think you would not like the translation of what I shall call you in public." "And what might that be, MaMa? I am curious." "I will call you `My son's chief concubine.' And you will call me `Mistress' tonight while we see if things can change," "But I understand that will not last past tomorrow morning." "Things may still change. It is odd. Here we wash you in a metal tub with earthen vases while there is a fabulous tub thirty feet away with plenty of water. But that is how a concubine is prepared for her master. So this is what we do. Yet we look for new ways." "My child, I have listened to my son and I have watched you the past three days before and at his graduation. I have watched and listened to you talk to the two children who will join you at this apparently wonderful school which has seemed to do so much good for François. The boy is the eldest son of the third wife while the girl is the second daughter of the fourth wife. Despite their apparent low rank, they are both quite intelligent and eager to learn. I heard you compliment both of them on their English. "Paige, if it were otherwise, I would make François joyful by agreeing to do what is necessary for you to not be his concubine but his wife, maybe even his first wife. But that can not happen. I will say, were you as you are and of a suitable tribe, we would pay many oxen and several bulls to have you as his bride." "Thank you, MaMa. I have tried to read as much as I could about your culture. But you also know that my life is not quite mine own either. The Corporation wants to control my near future and want very much for Mason and I to marry and have children, You also know that I love both François and Mason, equally, but in different ways. I have vowed to François to be his faithful concubine, no matter what my real status is tomorrow, and to still be engaged to marry Mason once I have finished graduate school - or maybe before. They both agree this can happen. "MaMa, tonight for the first time, François and I will actually sleep together and wake up together. I look forward to that. Of course, it may also be the last time, None of us knows." "You know, you should not have told me this! Today you are a virgin again. Of course tonight the two of you will sleep together for the first time. How else could it be?" "I didn't know a concubine had to be a virgin." "The best and most important ones must be. Do not worry. You are a virgin. François will explain what will happen." At that she smiled. There was a loud knock on the door." "Entre," MaMa called, and the three young women came back in carrying some clothing and other articles. As the room drew silent Jenna's comments flashed back in her mind. "Concubine? You are going to be his fucking concubine? Are you out of your mind? Is he going to give a party for all his male friends and have you service them? Is he going to whore you out? Isn't a concubine nothing but a prostitute with a different name?" "Uh. Not really. In their culture there is nothing shameful. Some young women become one to advance themselves. They can even marry a man of a higher station than they are." "Come, Paige, they are ready to dress you and adorn you." "Yes, Mistress," Paige responded. One of the young women, well, Paige thought they might actually be only a few years older than she, placed a stool in front of Paige. "Please to step up," she said and Paige stepped onto the stool. Another took what looked like a bunch of belts, shook it and a skirt made of straps of leather appeared. They placed it on Paige's waist and adjusted it until a red piece of glass, or maybe a ruby for all she knew rested right under her belly button. She was then given woven grass slippers to put on and asked to step down. The next thing was to do up her hair, which they did quickly. Without a mirror, she could not see what it looked like, but she did see them put at least one comb in her hair. Around her neck went a simple, small gold necklace and then bracelets on her wrist and anklets on her ankles. These had little bells so she jingled as she walked. One took a brush and put what was apparently rouge on her nipples. She glanced down to see that and noticed that the the straps did not overlap, but seemed to touch each other, except directly below the red stone there seemed to be a gap in the straps of maybe a quarter inch, or more. How much of my pussy is going to be visible - especially if I walk - or dance? she thought. "Step down and turn around," one said to her and she did, "Fine. Now spin and shake your arms." She did and the straps flared out and seemed to separate. Yep. I'm gonna be neked!" She stopped and faced MaMa. "Mistress, I know I am going to another room for this ceremony, but won't others see me in the hall with my breasts exposed? Here that is not allowed." "Nobody but the guests will see you," she said. No name, Paige thought, but then she didn't mention I am her son's chief concubine. But then, I'm not yet, am I? Paige noticed that MaMa, or "Mistress" as apparently she should be right now with the three young women there, had put on a bit more finery and had rouged nipples as well, though it was not as obvious on hers as it was on Paige's. "Let us go," Mistress ordered and she led the way, followed by Paige, and then the three young women. They went down a short hall and then into a rather large room, with maybe a hundred people in it, the vast majority obviously African, but in a wide variety of clothing - from tux and ball gown to what she imagined a Zulu war chief might don. There were a sprinkling of whites, among them Mason, standing next to a young girl, wearing a skirt and nothing else, and Jenna, wearing a dress and looking uncomfortable, and Sam, next to her. With them stood a teenage boy with a loin cloth and a cut off t-shirt. Mistress stopped and made a shout. The hall grew silent. "Follow me. Lift your feet up, shake your wrists, but keep your head bowed, my child," she whispered" Then she shouted again and began to walk slowly towards the middle of the room. Paige nodded her head and began to follow, lifting her feet, shaking her wrists and thinking, if I'm not showing off my pussy, I don't know what I'm doing. But the jingling bells got her to do an almost dance as she marched. Many of the crowd made some calls, which sounded like praise or appreciation. Mistress stopped and Paige stopped behind her. "Stomp in place. François enters. Shake." So she did. There was a sudden thunder of a drum, a door opened and François entered - but not her François. This was a young man with a feathered head dress, and necklace of - what, lion fangs? alligator teeth?, a loin cloth - leopard? cheetah? He carried a spear in one hand and a large elliptical spear in the other. Oh, wow, she thought and then saw him mouth something: "I love you," perhaps. "Approach us," he said. Wow, she thought and began to walk towards him, but remembered and walked raising her feet and shaking her wrists. She came to a foot or so from him and stopped. "Kneel," he whispered, sounding like the François she loved. She did. "Put your hands out," he whispered again and she did, thinking of her ceremony for him and Mason. He took her hands and said something in another language. Again he whispered to her. "When I pause, just `oui'" "Oui," and he rattled on for a while. he stopped. "Oui," Another few words and "oui" at which point he dropped the shield, the placed the spear on top of it, turned to her, and picked her up in both arms and walked off, chanting as the audience began to clap and sing. The door closed behind them and they were alone in a sumptuous bed room with an enormous bed. François placed her gently on her feet and turned to her. "Paige Michelle Jefferson you are now officially my Chief Concubine. By custom, I'm really supposed to rape you now. But I'm not. You know that. But will you come with me? I think we are both over dressed!" "I think we are, too, love," she responded and kissed him. When the kiss was over she said, "But don't you even try to make me wear this damn skirt again!" " We should return to the feast. Or shall I order food brought to our room?" "Brought to the room. If the butler sees me naked, so what?" "Naked? I thought you have been nude since the third day with Mason." "My love. I really felt naked this evening, What is this skirt designed for? Why did they put rouge on my nipples. Oops. God, I need to wash them before you can suck on them! Where's the bathroom?" "Follow me. No. Walk beside me, Paige, my love," and he took her through a door to a bathroom, the likes of which she had never dreamed of. In one corner was a jacuzzi, but she went to a sink and washed the paint off her nipples, then turned back to him and smiled. She looked around the room. "François. Since you are my master now, here's what you need to tell me to tell you to do: call your mother to send us food. They can bring it here. Next, tell me to tell you to fill the jacuzzi and at least remove this skirt. I've never made love in a jacuzzi, That's something we can do together as a first. "Let me call for food first. I don't want us disturbed when they bring it, Paige, my love." "Not your concubine?" "No. My love." He stopped and looked at her. "Paige, I must follow some things, like you must. I will see you again. I know this. Perhaps, probably, there will be a woman with me. But you will be Paige, and Paige outranks all wives, concubines, and anything else others may say, Do you believe me?" "I do." She kissed him. "Call for the food!" * * * * * * * * * * * * It was early in the morning when MaMa used her key card and opened the door to the suite where her son and his concubine lay in a specially prepared giant bed. Her bare feet made no noise on the carpet and she opened the door as a fox opened the door to the chicken coop. There was plenty of light for see the two children sprawled on the bed, both nude. She walked over to the bed, a bit bemused as he lay with Paige's head on two pillows, a smile on her alabaster face, while François lay with his head on her thigh, facing her neatly trimmed vagina. MaMa looked at the dried crust that speckled Paige's inner thighs and the few spots around her smiling lips. She nodded her head. Quietly she said "If you two are not married yet, I pronounce marriage on both of you. May you bring to me many grandchildren." She shook her head, knowing this could not be. Then she said loudly: "François, my son! Paige, my daughter! Wake up. WAKE UP!" and she shook both of them. In return she got some moans and groans. This time each bare butt received two hard smacks. Paige opened her eyes first. "Ah, I am MaMa again and you two must dress and leave. Many mistakes have happened and you two must flee from the revenge another tribe wishes on you!" With that she smacked François' butt very hard." "DAMN!" he said and rolled over to protect his butt from his mother. "Ah. You are awake. Look. Here is what is broadcast. Paige's folks were never consulted. True. No gifts were ever offered for her. True. The deflowering sheet showed no blood. Either she was not a virgin or he rejected her. Either way, she must be rejected. True. There is more, but, here is what will happen now. Paige, my daughter who I love very much, we have western bed clothes for you now. Put them on. One of the ladies who serviced you yesterday will lead you to Mason. François, you will go and say that with deep regret, taking Paige as his first concubine was an error. `Now, let this happen." She smiled. "Mason and Paige. I hope to see both of you soon in our own country. " "You know I do," François said. Moments later Paige, dressed in a silken bathrobe went down the hall and stopped at a door. Her escort gave three sharp raps. The door opened and the opener went out as the escort almost shoved her in. The room was not as spacious, but still quite large and on the bed was a sleeping Mason,on his front, so it was hard to see if his prick were hard, She walked over to the bed, bathed in early morning sunshine, and lay down. She nibbled his ear. "Mason, love. I'm back." He jerked. His eyes fluttered. "Paige?" "Yes." "Bed alone?" "Yes." She smiled. "Mason. They put jamies on me. Will you take them off me?" He didn't say anything, The silk robe came off her as she pushed him on his back and climbed on top. She smiled as his maybe six inch cock entered her. "Mason. you have a position with me and François has a position with me, you do not know, This is ours, my love?" Mason smiled. "Yes." Paige began to bounce. 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