Ariana's Scandal, Part Two: The Meeting

WARNING: This story is for amusement purposes only. Do not attempt at home or in your local community. Performed by stunt drivers on a closed track. Also, additional charges and penalties may apply for early withdrawal. Always keep your tires properly inflated for best mileage ... or else.

ADDITIONAL WARNING: There's sex and s/m content here. S/m means "sado masochistic" which means, oh, look it up at Wikipedia. If you don't want to read about women who like hurting men, you don't belong here.

FINAL WARNING: These stories read like a twisted Harlequin romance, with pretty much the same level of writing. If you want craft, buy a real book. If you want some smutty, twisted love, keep reading.


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Our story so far:
Fictional Foundation
And So It Begins
Ariana's Scandal Part One

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Directly as Ariana finished her guidance with William, it came time for Ariana's first male to be selected and purchased. No single event in a woman's life was as important. The first male was the cornerstone, the linchpin, the foundation to every household. For a wealthy woman, another fifty males may be added, but none would hold a candle to the power and importance of the man chosen first. He was the leader of her household, the father of her children, and her solace in times of trouble. He was also, of greatest importance to a young woman, the first man with whom she had real sexual interaction.

The ruling class were a funny lot. They didn't demand so much purity from their young women as they demanded restraint. A time for everything, the older women would say, a time for everything. An underage woman feeling flush while strapping a man to be covered in red welts and gasping in pain was fine; subsequently pushing him to the ground and impaling oneself upon him was not.

As we've said, the magic age of full womanhood was twenty-one, when "everything" came to be. The months between sixteen and twenty-one crawled at a snail's pace, full of punishment guidance, naked male bodies, lust unrequited and promises of "not that much longer, not that much longer, dear, it will be worth the wait". As twenty-one neared, the pace of customary events roared from glacial to frantic, an entire new household and life to be made, decisions and choices everywhere.

Ariana, and this whisper is true, was near incorrigible on the topic of selecting her first male.

Usually Ariana complained solely with her girlfriends, but one day she made her mind to bring her case to her mother. A formal meeting was arranged. Ariana soon lost any cogent argument to emotion. "It ridiculous. It is crazy. It is patently absurd," Ariana paused with her dramatic pause "that I should not be part of the selection of the first man I will fuck! Finally fuck! Do you know how long I have been waiting to fuck? I am starving! I nearly took William the other week, poor man, who knows what could have happened to him."

Ariana's mother, Vera, known for her grace, spoke calmly. "I have told you before about coarse language. Not in my presence. You girls will say what you will say to each other, but I don't have to hear it." Her eyes met Ariana's eyes and as was usually the case in their test of wills, Ariana backed down, momentarily.

Ariana flopped herself in a nearby chair. "Oh fine. I'm sorry. But you see my point." Unsure that her point was seen at all, she continued. "You and my father are all out and about choosing between this one and that one, having these hushed discussions and even sharp words, don't think I didn't hear the arguing the other night, he wants one, you want another, there is all of this going on and it's all about me but, nobody is asking me what I want!" Ariana finished loudly.

Vera tried to keep her own voice even in reply. "You can't know what you want in your first male. I don't know why you girls think you are somehow an exception. Your generation is no different from any generation before. Ariana, you will get to choose your next fifty men, completely on your own. Buy them how you like, fuck them how you like, discard them if you like. " Ariana jumped at her mother's use of the word "fuck" but Vera seemed not to notice. "Your first male is my choice. My mother chose your father for me. She chose well. I will do no less than that well for you."

By bringing to mention Ariana's father, Evander, Vera was playing her trump card. Ariana adored and admired her father. Obviously, the choice of Evander was impeccable, and "proof" of the wisdom of others. Left no logical comeback, Ariana stood and quite nearly stamped her feet in the process.

"I don't care what you say. I will hate him. No matter whom you present to me, I will hate him. He will not be mine. I will treat him unkindly, harshly, cruelly until he begs for release on his knees, until he cries and begs. Then I will release him and choose my own. This is all within my right." True that a man could beg release and be granted same, although unheard of in modern times. The embarrassment to the woman's family name would be unbearable.

Vera had more than enough. "Ariana, you thinking only of your rights, you are spoiled and willful. You speak against our ways. Our ways are all that holds everything around you together. A brick building crumbles without the mortar. We crumble without our ways."

"I have heard this before, Mother, and I say, I am not a brick so I see nothing in this expression for me. I care for what is right for me first, as every sane woman should."

Grown exasperated, Ariana's mother dismissed Ariana. Vera went to seek the counsel and solace of her own first male, Evander.

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"This is your gene pool causing the problem." Vera spat her anger at Evander. "I should strip you and whip you every night for a month for all of this ruckus she has started. Your genes, your genes!"

The notion that Evander's genes were troublesome was absurd. Ariana was much like, not unlike, the women in the Queen's line before her, including her mother -- though true that Ariana brought her own special magnification to the given genetic traits of pride, singleness of vision and willful stubbornness. The notion her rebellion was Evander's fault was absurd and also funny, tickling Evander's funny bone at this inappropriate time. He was able to keep the corners of his mouth from turning up in a smile, but couldn't quite keep a twinkle from his eyes.

Vera saw the twinkle and her response was quick. She landed the palm of her hand across his left cheek with a sharp slap, followed quickly by a backhand to his right cheek. She pulled at the back of his hair until he tilted his head backwards, releasing her grip only when pain crossed his face, and only after grabbing for his nipple rings and twisting not lightly. She made Evander gasp, slapped him yet again fiercely and then...

And then, Vera sat in a chair and began to cry.

Evander knelt at his woman's side and caressed her in his arms, stroking her hair, making Vera feel small within his large frame. Evander whispered, "Please stop crying. I'll fetch the whip right now, if you will please stop crying. Please."

Vera thought that it had been far too long since Evander was whipped. Would do them both good, him especially, his liberties were great. But at this moment Vera was selfish, calmed by the gentleness of Evander's touch, not now enthralled with the thought of his body stretched out naked, waiting for her will and her pain. Perhaps tomorrow. Vera leaned into his body, absentmindedly kissing Evander's tender nipples softly, and let him dry her tears.

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A grand truce was made, with Evander as the power broker. Evander convinced Vera that some ground must be ceded to Ariana or the child would continue to make the entire family, and herself, miserable. Evander convinced Ariana that a little ceding of ground was all she was going to get. Forget winning the war; take spoils from a single battle won and be done with it. Arrangements were made for Ariana to meet her intended first male, discreetly, before the formal presentation ceremony, and to have some loose "right of refusal" should she find him completely unsuited to her needs. The word "right" made Vera angry, but was used at Evander's insistence, and at some penalty to him. Keeping peace between Vera and Ariana was important enough to risk Vera's wrath. Welts heal.

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It was left to Evander, also, to deal with Ariana's intended, a young but not-so-young male named Nolan. Nolan had to come them in the customary fashion, through a man broker in The City, but what was customary left off there.

Purchasing, training and reselling potential first males for the ruling class was a small, highly risky and highly lucrative cottage industry among only the most well heeled brokerages. As the brokers would like to tell you over drinks, the ruling women were far too fickle when it came to first males. A broker could spend years and bags of money on a certain man's price and training, only to have him rejected by these women for a nose too crooked, or, this was particularly maddening, a nose too straight. Sour investments could eventually be re-cooped, but never on resale to a lesser station. That was a flat loss. The only way to re-coop cash laid out on a bad man bet was on the floors of the brothels, throughout many years of subsequent service. To be sure, these well trained men brought a high hourly price, but both the man and the broker were old and gray by the time the books were cleared.

Nolan was a risky bet on outset. His family lineage was poor. First males traditionally came from a long line of service, raised in homes of comfort and prestige. These young men were, even before they reached The City, groomed for the inevitability of their service, and urged to reach for the highest goal, first male in a ruling class household. But Nolan came from none of this. He was born to a poor community, where few men gave service. His own family had the smallest handful of men who had served, reaching back hundreds of years, and so had little money accumulated and no power. It was the same in nearly every rabble house in his town. Somehow, in a town devoid of goals for its men, devoid of true achievements to which young men could aspire, Nolan latched onto the highest achievement he could conceive. He would be a first male.

He was a smart boy, but it was a lonely goal. Nolan came of age surrounded by men who not only had no goals, but didn't understand the concept of goals. That education was sparse for men left his friends untroubled. Nolan made the mistake of complaining one day that he couldn't get his hands on a decent accounting book and his friends, such as they were, laughed him nearly out of the pub. When the laughter died down, one of the companions rose to make a toast. "To you, Nolan. A man makes his way with the strength of his back and the motion of his cock. Our advice -- find yourself a good wife, keep her well fucked, and she'll always find money for your beer. 'Sal the accounting you'll need."

Eventually Nolan made an alliance with a lonely and smart girl. The girl agreed to find him books and teach him what she knew in exchange for the use of his tongue whenever she required. Not an unpleasant bargain, but a secret one. Even a few sexual encounters with these lowest of class women would deem Nolan soiled for any of the women of status to whom he aspired.

When it was Nolan's time to sign for service, he stated he would agree only to sign with a broker who would sponsor him for first male training. Most brokers laughed at the notion, as did the one who finally paid his price, still laughing as she drew up his papers. "I've just had a big sale, so I am feeling generous today. You are handsome and smart, sweetie, but how your family line is overcome to sell you to the ruling class in any form, much less as a first male, I can't imagine."

But all of these years later, Evander could imagine Nolan a first male. Evander prevailed over Vera to choose Nolan for his beloved daughter. All of the men were equally qualified; in Nolan, Evander sensed a hunger that would spark his restless daughter. Spark well, Evander said out loud, Nolan will spark Ariana well. Privately Evander worried what errant timber particles of that spark might catch. Predicting Ariana to surety was not possible.

The purchase thrilled Nolan, the line of the Queen no less! Be sure, the girl's reputation gave him pause, but it was to Nolan to steady her, they all said. He had worked so hard and so long, there was no budget he couldn't balance, no staff he couldn't manage and no woman he couldn't please in every part of her body.

But the good news also left him feeling hollow as he looked to celebrate. In all of his years marching toward his goal, he'd never acquired companions nor lovers to cheer him on. There was no one to rejoice with, other than his broker, and she so busy counting all her profit, was less inclined to praise Nolan than to pat herself on the back for betting such a dark horse so well.

So now Nolan stood proud, feeling strong and impossibly lifelong lonely, listening to Evander tell him there was yet one more hurdle to Nolan's goal. Nolan must have a conversation with the girl Ariana and come through that with her approval.

Nolan was sure, surely, having come so far, a twenty year old girl was not much of an obstacle.

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The room where the two young ones met was secluded and quiet, off the main traffic of the house. While the staff could generally be trusted for discretion, there was no point in requiring silence from more lips than necessary so the only people who knew of Ariana's and Nolan's meeting were those in the closest circle of secrecy. Ariana and Nolan were left to themselves. They both stood, facing each other, both surprisingly relaxed given the import of the moment.

Ariana looked Nolan up and down. His face was handsome, chiseled and cool. His brown eyes looked both kind and intelligent. Unfortunately, there was a combination of warmth and confidence about Nolan's bearing that bugged Ariana, and made her want to nettle him a bit.

Ariana's first words: "They've dressed you like a virgin."

Nolan colored slightly. True, he was wearing uncustomary clothing for a fully grown and experienced man of his stature. Flax linen, both top and bottom, his pants were long and loose, with drawstring tie, and his shirt, also loose, was open with a slit at the collar, nothing else. Agreeing was the only course. He threw his arms open while dropping his head. "Yes, awhile since I've been required to wear so many clothes."

"Not since your former life?" Ariana was not surprised to see Nolan become instantly uncomfortable with her question. While slaves sometimes spoke of their former lives in talk with each other, such talk was actually forbidden. There was no life before a man joined himself to the ruling class, hence no former life of which to speak.

Nolan eyes dropped in polite deference. "I don't know how to answer your question, Ariana and still bring honor to Vera, who holds my title until transferred to you on ceremony. Perhaps you could ask me again, at such a time you can require my answer?"

Ariana laughed as Nolan colored more. "Well, I think you look silly and old fashioned in so many clothes. Strip them off for me and let me see what you really offer." She seated herself and left Nolan standing. She motioned with her hand for him to begin.

This was an impossible situation. Nolan couldn't believe that he had been given such a long list of "dos and don'ts" and Ariana had been given none. This woman was every bit as difficult as he had been told. Feeling exasperation rise already, he chose his words carefully. "I've been ordered to keep my clothes on. Again, Vera holds my title. The expectation is that you will inspect me upon presentation ceremony, when title is transferred. I thought you would have questions for me, questions" Nolan stumbled, "about my experience or qualifications. I've studied household finance, management, cultures and traditions for many years. I'm certified in......"

Ariana stood, breaking his speech with the movement of her body. "I am sure you are well qualified in these boring things, or my mother and father would not have selected you." She emphasized the word "boring" with a roll of the "r". "The qualifications I'm looking for are different, like how big is your cock and can you keep it hard through pain." She had moved now to stand just inches from Nolan, brushing his dark hair lightly with her fingers. His hair was soft and wavy, thick in spots, slightly thinner in others. Seeing an opportunity, Ariana came close to Nolan's ear and said, "My god, your hair is receding. How old are you anyway?"

And so the "conversation" continued for many minutes, Ariana asking the most impertinent questions she could think of, in the rudest way possible. Women were expected to show some level of respect to the experience of their first males; Ariana made it clear she would have none of that tradition. As to Nolan's age, thirty-two, Ariana recoiled in mock horror that such an old man could be foisted upon her.

Having finished playing with Nolan verbally, Ariana turned her hands to his body, placing them squarely upon his shoulders. "I shall inspect you now and you won't stop me. I'll leave my hands above your clothes, but you will get in position and you will submit."

Queerly, even knowing that Vera held his title and not Ariana, Nolan obeyed Ariana's words. He moved into the ascribed position for inspection, with both hands locked behind his head, and legs spread full apart. "I hope you find me pleasing, " said Nolan, wondering now if anything of the kind would happen. Ariana had picked, mercilessly, at all else about him.

The next minutes were a wonder. Ariana closed her eyes and moved her hands as blind woman might, pressing them against the rough fabric to feel the man underneath. Nolan blushed as his body responded to her touch almost immediately. The vulnerability of naked inspection seemed nothing to the vulnerability he felt now being judged through dense fabric by a young woman who held the fate of all of his next years in her fingertips. His back was strong, he suddenly wished it stronger. His shoulders broad, but, he thought, they could be broader. His thighs thick and cut, surely pleasing to any woman, but to this woman, who knew. Comport and self-confidence were vital to a first male. Nolan felt that even as his clothes had been left on, his most important accouterments were being stripped away.

Ariana's fingertips stopped at Nolan's chest, sweeping several times and then settling to caress and gently tweak his nipples. He moaned involuntarily.

"A sign of life", Ariana whispered, eyes still shut tight. Her hands moved directly to the front of his linen pants, where she found the hardened cock, straining the fabric. She grabbed on, gently but with feeling, more as a lover than an inspector. Or so Nolan imagined as he wished her now to force down his pants and take hold for both of their pleasure.

As Ariana felt his cock, up and down its length, she spoke softly. "Let me tell you how it will be in my household, Nolan. I will punish you every night. I have been well guided. Every night, you will spread your legs for me and I will mark your thighs with my crop." Now she touched his thighs, through cloth, tracing imaginary stripes with her fingers. "I will beat them until you call out and then I will catch your cries in my mouth and swallow them whole. I will stripe your back. I will stripe your chest. You will wear jewelry on your nipples, not for beauty, but for my pleasure. Some days I will be kind and other days cruel, weighting the jewelry and teasing you as you try to move about with the weights, concentrating on your business at hand. If I like you, I will tease you lightly. If I am angry with you, there will be no part of your body you can hide from what I have learned to be able to do to you. Some days I will be angry, some days I will be happy, but always you will be punished. Always you will offer yourself to me and always I will enjoy it."

Nolan felt himself dissolve inside. His mind's eye could see him stripped and kneeling before her. Before she had ever laid a hand or an implement on him, Nolan could feel Ariana's sting. He feared her sting. He needed her sting.

Inside himself, something unnamed sprang to life.

Ariana's hands returned to Nolan's cock. "You are wet already". Nolan's pre-come had well made its way through the linen.

"Give me your hand." Ariana opened her eyes and grabbed one hand from behind Nolan's head, lifting her skirt, and bringing his hand to touch her own wetness which now dripped far down her legs. "I have been like this from the first minutes I saw you, when I first thought of all the things I would do to you. I release you now to put your fingers inside me. Use your hands on me. Make me come."

Against all training, all rules and all admonishments, mesmerized by Ariana's voice, Nolan moved from inspection position to the position of a man hungry to please the woman before him. He lifted Ariana's skirt with one hand while caressing and pleasing her pussy with the other, Mindful of her virginity, his fingers moved slowly in and out of her, settling mostly on her clit, teasing her body easily into an orgasm which thrust her forward against him.

"My god", he said softly, "what have I done." Impossible to calculate how wrong Nolan's actions were or what might happen to him because of them.

But Ariana wasn't finished. She pulled Nolan to her as she lay them both on the floor. "You will fuck me now." Nolan protested that the time had not yet come. Ariana placed one hand over his mouth, and caught his right nipple ring with the other, tugging for emphasis. "You will fuck me now. You either belong to them or you belong to me, you decide. Do you belong to me?"

Belong. Nolan gently removed her hand from his mouth. He and Ariana held eyes for several moments, him perched above her, neither of them moving. "I belong to you, " said Nolan finally, "I do as you will. I give myself to you." Ariana released his nipple ring from her hand. Nolan spread her legs with his own, murmuring words of gentleness as he drew his cock to her.

No matter her station, a woman's first intercourse is never without discomfort. Brave and hungry girl that she was, Ariana didn't cry out on Nolan's entry, nor during his thrusting. She urged him harder, taking the pain and turning it inside out to imagine that she was the one causing the pain, having made Nolan fuck her when he did not want to. She did cry out, in another fashion, as Nolan was able to provide her two more orgasms, one with his fingers while fucking, and one from fucking by itself.

Nolan's normal control was lost in this situation, him forgetting to even ask leave to come before the come was well out of him and inside Ariana. In the instant afterward, Nolan was genuinely afraid of what the girl/woman would do to him for such a sin, what part of his body, heretofore untouched would know new pain. Nolan apologized profusely and begged forgiveness. Unexpectedly, Ariana took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply and sweetly, long enough for his fear to subside and his passion to return again.

"You are, I think, " said Ariana, "the perfect man."

Nolan was dizzy. "You mix your messages, Ariana"

"That I do. You might as well be used to it. You've no idea what you've gotten yourself into. Now let's hurry and clean up for we are sure to be caught."

Caught. Nolan's senses started to return and he froze as he took in all that had just occurred. "I think, I think this is the death penalty, execution, death, I'm pretty sure of it. Taking a woman's virginity before her time, death." Nolan covered his eyes with his hands.

"Nonsense, " Ariana declared, "I will always protect you. I will say that I raped you. I think that is only one of those family disgrace things for me, raping a man before my time. Women get forgiven all kinds of things men get executed for." She shrugged. "But they might not let me keep you, and I haven't begun to do all of the things I want to do to you, so let's be quick about this. And, are you smiling? Stop that! You have to look miserable. I really am just the worst bitch. No one will believe a thing if you don't look utterly miserable to be with me."

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Vera waited for word from Evander. As soon as he entered the room, she knew.

"Ariana fucked him, didn't she?"

Evander held up his hands. "Within the hour."

Vera sighed. "Did he make her happy?"

"I'm told she's quite smitten."

"You were right then, he is the one."

"He's a good man. Hopefully, in short order, he'll pick up the pieces she left him in."

"Ariana, " Vera said.

"Ariana, " Evander echoed.

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The Sons of Class had a fondness for Ariana and told her story as gently as they could. It is said that, in the company of a legion of stubborn and willful women, Ariana was the most stubborn and willful young woman ever, but the whispers are often unkind. The kind interpretation of events is that Ariana was a woman who knew what she wanted and would accept nothing less.

You might ask yourself, if you were she, what would you have done?

Meanwhile, as scandalous as all these events were, they aren't the scandal that I've promised to tell. We'll get to Ariana's Scandal, the famous one, in due course.