LORDOSIS (BOOK 1) (COMPLETE)

LORDOSIS Chapter 2

I switched my mind off, the only thing I was to focus on was the music and how my body moved. If I thought about anything else I would be in trouble. One beat missed and I would be punished for it.

The rhythmic drumming was what I always used as my focus. As the beat took hold of me with the pipes playing a tune I let myself go and performed the shadow dance. Intoxicating the crowd as the noise of the hall grew silent. My hips, ribcage, arms and head all isolated in their own dance. My feet placed firmly until the curtain rose and could run forward throwing myself to the ground at my fathers feet whilst the other dancers emerge and fever takes over.

I performed my solo shadow dance. I heard the curtain rise and caught the gold colour of my fathers chair in a flurry of spins I landed at his feet; my head bowed and did not move as I heard the other dancers join me. I waited on my cue and allowed them to drag me away. It was my father's way of showing he had women falling at his feet and was in command. To me it was a dance.

I let my arms become fluid as I leant back wards to show my flexibility. My father always wanted this as a focus because it drew out bidders. The dance would grow erotic with some sexual positions simulated for effect and during which we would moan as though intoxicated by the music and not fornicating. Our dresses would flow, billow, cling in the right places to show the bounce of a breast, the peak of hardened nipple and the glistening of sweat of the inside of thigh.

There were some that said my father found it hard to watch me dance as he wanted to bed me himself. He was only a man and it was to be expected as my face was covered and he was caught in the dance too. For that alone I knew my days without a husband were numbered. He wanted me married; my body ruined by children and the promise of grandsons was something he yearned for in his later years. I knew that within a year I would either be married or have an accident resulting in my death. A fall from the wall perhaps?

As the dance reached fever pitch and the drums went wild I landed again at my fathers feet but this time I would be on my knees with my back to the floor so those with him could imagine what might await them should they make an offer.

"She is a virgin?" I heard a voice exclaim as they noted the colour of my belt. Red... blood red for what they could take from me on the night of union.

"Yes, fruit of my own loins," my father said as I lay still awaiting the order to move.

"What are the current bids?" he was asked.

"We have several who have travelled here tonight to partake in the challenge. The wager is men. Strong men who can build and protect. She is happy to be a concubine if the price is right," my father offered making me fight the urge to gasp. "She has two suitors who are already married but wish for a fresh bed mate to join them and their wife if need be. So long as I get my men I am happy for her to be taken out of the city and done with as the suitor sees fit. I wouldn't count on her for children as her own mother died giving birth but I have had her trained in other areas instead."

"She is strong. There would be no problem with her birthing," I heard replied.

"That is what was said of her mother along with the lie that she was from a line of women who bore sons," my father hissed.

"The sex of the child is determined by the father," a replied came and I nearly smiled but thankfully my head was still back out of view. "I will wager for her and I will wager men who make sons and those men will have three wives if that is what you require of them."

"That is the rule," my father replied. "With the world being over run with women we can't have one man with one woman. They will take three and produce sons. We have had 15 more girls born this month," he said with distain.

"I would hope you kept them, you can make a profit here with your well stocked harem. Most are sparse. We have been to three others before here and none of them shine a light to yours," he was informed.

My father didn't reply so I suspected the children were either drowned or sold. I certainly hadn't heard any crying.

"I will prepare for the bidding, Tahira you are excused," my father announced and I moved quickly away without making eye contact with anyone as was my instructions.

I was rushed through to the bathing area and was quickly rubbed down. Oiled, perfumed and preened before they slipped me into the ceremonious gown of virtue. My face hidden by a thin veil allowing my eyes to see where I was walking but not for them to be seen in return.

"Now remember, you do not talk, you do not make eye contact, you do not move unless you are assisted and you do not flinch when you are checked for virtue!" I was reminded.

"It was cold," I complained.

"You will be checked once but all those reporting back on your virtue will be present so please try to relax," I was told. "Lie still, knees up, let your legs drop slowly open to the sides to allow your virtue to be seen like a beautiful butterfly."

I was led to the viewing room. A row of people stood there but I remained looking at their feet, no eye contact.

"My daughter it is time you take a husband and although there have been several challengers I have decided to accept only one," my father said making my head nearly pop up to look at him in shock. "You are desired for something which I feel would suit you but above all me. Please lie down so we can assess your virtue."

"I would like to see her entirely naked," a male voice spoke with authority.

"Virtue only," my father replied. "You saw her body enough during the dance to see that she has no deformities."

I was helped to lie down on the table and my robe raised to cover my head.

"Knees," I heard whispered by a helper. I raised my knees and felt hand on them helping to move them apart. The cold of the instrument used to spread me apart gently to reveal my virginity were used and I tried to block out the voices as they discussed my last bleed, how many I had since I started them and when I would be due my next.

"We have an agreement. Prepare her immediately for travel I want to get ahead before sun up," I heard a voice say. "Your men will be sent on the birth of the first son that is our agreement. I will leave you four today that I can vouch for as makers of men. Their other wives will follow along with their sons to prove their stock."

The room went silent as my gown was pulled across and I lay in shock at how quick it was and how my father had sold me finally and all for the makers of men.

"Hurry we need to get you dressed for travel," the head said as they rushed me out of the room.

"Where am I going?" I asked.

"To your intended," was the only replied I got to any of questions as I changed into horrible and uncomfortable clothing.

I was given a cover for my head and eyes as I would be out in the sun. I began to cry with fear of the sun and received a belting for it... that was until a hand stopped them.

"She is not yours to punish," the voice from before spoke. "Lay another hand on her and I will cut it off and give it to her as a present."

"What is going on?" my father yelled.

"She is spoiling her face, crying for fear of going beyond the wall and into the sun," the head said.

"Here just take her out of my sight," my father said grabbing my arm and shoving me towards the man who I had been sold too.

I tried not to cry as the man helped me steady myself and led me from the room to a strange carriage outside. It was too dark to see it clearly and through my veil. I sat in the carriage where I was placed and closed my eyes. A hand took mine. A female hand. I looked up to see three other girls from my father's harem. As the carriage pulled off we all hugged each other and cried.