You are a concubine. At the age of sixteen, you were chosen for your early-blooming beauty and taken away to the local warlord's castle. There, you were taught the arts of seduction, fine conversation, and lovemaking. These skills have served you well, and now, at the age of twenty-six, you are the warlord's favorite. Your body has grown in and filled out remarkably, and your breasts easily outweigh the others, and your rear end has earned itself many an admiring spank. You are troubled, however. You are also the oldest concubine, and you know that none has made it to twenty-seven. Every year, around this time, the oldest and most favored concubine is taken away, and never seen again.
It has been a normal day so far. Lounging around in revealing nightwear, stripping it off for your lord, and then pleasuring him as you have so well so many times before. Now however, you are alone in your bed, and your apprehension is getting the better of you. Suddenly, the door is opened, and the warlord's chief advisor walks in. You sit up to face him, not caring about your nudity as the sheet slides off of your breasts.
"Milady," he starts......
