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she thought with a giggle, they were
ready for the men’s hard cocks.
    Jenya pressed her face between the bars and took in the
scene. She had heard about what went on here and now waited expectantly to see
it. She felt funny inside and didn’t know why.
    Her eyes roamed over the pairs, finally settling on one
couple in particular. The Craftsman had a kind face and the woman was pretty.
She called them Allnal and Ceptar, after the names she had given her dolls when
she had been younger.
    “You may begin,” Mirdar said and left the room.
    “No talking,” Lady Margeld whispered to her charges. The
girls didn’t need to be told—as one, they focused their attention on the action
below.
    The men all began removing their tunics. A few of the
girls gasped when their turgid cocks sprang free from their breeches. Some of
the Craftsmen looked up and smiled briefly at the girls. Jenya smiled back;
other girls hid their faces. The men otherwise ignored them—it was bad form to
pay too much attention to the young virgins.
    The breeders all sank back on their mats and spread their
legs wide, knees up. Jenya watched as if this technique was something rare to
behold, something passed down from generation to generation. Later she would
learn that it was simply the most convenient method of reproduction.
    Some of the men jumped right in between the women’s legs
and began thrusting themselves into them. Others, Jenya saw—the handsome couple
included—took their time. Allnal, the breeder she’d named, lay back, but
reached down between her knees to stroke the man’s chest. Ceptar, in return,
leaned over to kiss and play with her breasts.
    By Rand, this was odd! Why spend time with her milk sacs
when she wasn’t nursing? Did he not know? Jenya stared. Watching him kiss her
made her stomach tingle again.
    He continued to kiss her breasts, and now Jenya could see
his hand drift down to touch the downy slit between her legs. He moved his
fingers there. Jenya looked closely and remembered something the Lady had said
during a lecture: Breeders who weren’t belled often needed to get wet there to
make it easier for their master’s cocks to enter. Then she showed them a few
techniques to accomplish this quickly and they had practiced it on themselves.
    Yes, on themselves—but never had they allowed another
person to touch them like that! Yet the woman seemed to be enjoying it. It had
felt good, Jenya remembered. Maybe it felt better if you could just lie back
and let someone else do all the work!
    Ceptar alternated between Allnal’s breasts and then moved
up to her face. Now what? Then she noticed that the position allowed his cock
to swing closer to her breeding entrance. Then Ceptar kissed the Allnal on the
lips. Lady Margeld had told the girls about this, but had cautioned them that
Damon would probably not kiss them in the same way they’d kiss Noblewomen.
    “The breeding occurs here,” she had said, pointing to the
vee between Jelar’s legs. The girl had “volunteered” to stand before the class
as a living display. No doubt, Jenya remembered thinking, because she had the
biggest breasts among the young virgins. “Your master may kiss you here and
here,” she had continued, using the pointer to tap Jelar’s breasts, “but he’s
mainly interested in your breeding passage. Keep that in mind.”
    Margeld had also warned them about some of the strange
habits of Damon. “For example,” she told them, “sometimes a Damon lord will
elect to use your mouth or your rear passage, rather than your breeding channel,
just for variety’s sake.”
    The girls had all giggled at the thought of wasted seed.
    “Or,” she had continued, “a lord may ‘loan’ a slave to a
higher-ranking Damon or priest for breeding. This could be an attempt to bring
favor on his house by raising a more desirable child or it could simply be the
repayment of some debt.”
    Margeld’s instructions echoed in her head as Jenya had
watched the lovers