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WARNING: This is a work of erotic fiction. It contains depictions of
nudity and graphic sex.

Author: A Strange Geek
Title: Amanda's Choice
Summary: A 14-year-old girl with a troubled home life is swept away to
another world by an older female lover, where she must make the
ultimate choice between love and freedom.

Part: 6 of 19
Keywords: Ff, oral, rom

Note: Story codes are for this Chapter. See Chapter 0 for complete list
of codes

Copyright A Strange Geek, 2005

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Vanlo examined his experiment with a critical eye, failing to be
distracted even by the constant sounds of orgasmic moaning from the
examination room as his assistant continued the Kaylaxxa treatments to
the now steady-stream of slaves arriving that morning. The progress of
the fluids that made their way through the apparatus was slow and
meticulous, and nowhere near finished, as the beaker at the end was
only a quarter full. Yet what had already collected told him enough.

Vanlo straightened up and turned away from the table, deep in thought,
scratching at one ear as he always did while trying to make a mental
puzzle fit together in his head. Unfortunately, he did not have all the
pieces, so what formed in his head was an incomplete picture. Yet there
was enough that he felt he should report this to his Lordship at once.

Vanlo strolled towards the door to the examination room and paused at
the threshold.

Of the three examination tables, two were occupied by slaves. One was
female, laying with her legs bent and knees spread to the side, panting
lightly, her mound glistening with freshly-applied Kaylaxxa. The other
was male, and in a similarly aroused state, his penis fully erect and
also bright with the salve. As Vanlo watched, his hands clenched into
fists and he arched his back slightly. The next moment he gave a low
groan as his penis started to throb, his seed emerging in small spurts
and dribbling down the sides.

Yanna paused from directing another female slave to the remaining table
to provide the male with a towel with which to clean himself up.

Vanlo silently watched his slave for a few moments, looking thoughtful.
When she turned from the third table to fetch another vial of Kaylaxxa,
Vanlo attracted her attention.

"Yes, master?" Yanna said dutifully.

"I need to see the Overlord on an urgent matter," he said. "I believe I
have the answer he is looking for. You are to continue your task here
in my absence."

"Of course, master. Is there anything else?"

Vanlo paused a moment, and then shook his head.

Yanna nodded respectfully and started towards the examination table.
Behind her, Vanlo silently made his exit through the entry chamber.

Yanna turned her head just as the Healer disappeared from the room as
she stood at the head of the examination table, the young female slave
upon it spreading her legs in anticipation.

So her sabotage had bought her only a day. She would have to move
quickly. As soon as Master Rennis gave her what she needed, she would
have to proceed. She had hoped to wait until the last day that the
outworlder was here, so that Amanda would be gone soon after she gave
witness and before anyone could question her more closely, and when
Rennis and Roquan were in the thick of conspiracy against the Emperor.

And if she was to move quickly, she should seek to maximize her time at
her original task: disrupt Roquan's slave trade as much as possible.

Yanna smiled to herself as she took a vial from the shelf. She selected
carefully, having memorized which ones were those that she had tainted
by sprinkling just a few crystals of the forbidden substance from the
pouch she had stashed under her bed in her bedchamber. She had done
this before dawn, before her master had arisen. Such a small amount
would not have been noticed sitting at the bottom of the vials,
dissolving into the Kaylaxxa quickly when she later filled them in
plain sight of Vanlo.

Yanna gave the vial an extra shake before popping the cork, just to
make sure the crystals had properly mixed. She smiled as she came along
side the slave, pouring the Kaylaxxa into her palm. "Keep your legs
spread, please, and don't tense up if you can avoid it. This is meant
to be enjoyable."



Even after they were out of sight from the other Trainer and her slave,
Sirinna continued to push Amanda quickly down the path towards their
quarters, which now appeared a short way in the distance, the sound of
the sea and the smell of salt wafting towards them through the air.

"Sirinna!" Amanda cried. "Stop it, I want to talk to you about
something."

"Later, Amanda," Sirinna said. "Let's get you inside first, and ..."

"No!" Amanda cried, and pulled away from Sirinna. "I'm not taking any
more orders from you! Unless you think I'm like that boy and can be led
around on a leash!"

Sirinna was sure Amanda would not like an honest answer to that.

"Sirinna, what's going on around here?" Amanda demanded. "What's with
all this calling people 'master'? What's with the collars and the
chains? What's with him calling you 'mistress'? Do you expect me to
start calling you that now?"

Sirinna was /definitely/ sure Amanda would not like the answer to that
one, either.

"Sirinna, just because I let you tie me up once when we had sex doesn't
mean I ..."

"Amanda!" Sirinna cried, trying to stop the torrent of words.

Amanda quieted, albeit reluctantly. She did not want to stop. She
wanted to keep venting her frustration and her rage. She felt like she
was going from crisis to crisis with no respite, and she was finally at
the end of her tolerance for it.

"Amanda, I'll tell you whatever you want to know, but later," Sirinna
said.

"No, you'll tell me now, Sirinna!" Amanda cried. "No more hiding things
from me. My father did that to me and look where it got him. Look where
it got me!"

Sirinna bit her lip, looking hurt. "Don't you want to be with me,
Amanda? I thought you did."

Amanda's eyes glistened. "Stop it," she said in lower tone of voice.
"That's not fair."

Sirinna slowly stepped up to her. "You ran after me," she said.

"I know. But ... but /you/ left me," Amanda said bitterly.

Sirinna sighed. "I didn't want to, Amanda. I had to. I told you that."

"And then you brought me anyway."

"Because I didn't want you to get killed in that storm, Amanda."

Amanda absently rubbed the arm that had been injured. It still felt
slightly stiff. "So you do care about me," she said softly.

Sirinna reached out to Amanda and embraced her. Amanda did not resist;
as much as she was still upset with Sirinna, she welcomed her touch and
the softness of Sirinna's body against hers. She uttered a heartfelt
sigh and dipped her head under Sirinna's chin, turning her face towards
Sirinna's body and inhaling the familiar aroma of her body. She still
found Sirinna to be a source of comfort, and still longer to be alone
with her, to just enjoy her company like they had back home.

"Amanda, of course I do," Sirinna whispered. "I am so sorry for any
pain this has caused you, love."

There it was again. Amanda felt her skin flush, and her heart beat more
strongly in her chest. She clung more tightly to Sirinna, wanting to go
back to the way things were before her world fell apart. "Then tell me
the truth, Sirinna," Amanda said. "Tell me what's going on here."

Sirinna realized she had no choice now. She lifted her head and glanced
towards the building, then slid her eyes over towards another path that
went around the side towards the sea. "Amanda, do you like the beach?"

Amanda blinked and looked up. "Huh? Oh, I suppose, yes."

Sirinna broke off the embrace and gestured towards the other path.
"That leads around the side of the building, onto the beach you can see
from my window. Head down that way and wait for me. I need to check on
something inside."

Amanda glanced at the building. "You have someone else in there, don't
you? In the other bedroom? The one Hiatha called Tanyee?"

Sirinna smiled. "You're so very clever, Amanda."

Amanda blushed but smiled. "No, just observant."

"Yes, I have Tanyee in there. I'll introduce you to her later. I just
want to tell her I'm back and that I'll be outside for a little while
longer."

Amanda nodded and turned away.

Sirinna watched her go. Her heart began to ache again. It was Earth all
over again. She knew they were to separate. For the first time, her
lifelong purpose had become a burden rather than a pleasure.



"Whatever it is, Vanlo, it will need to be short," Roquan said, moving
with a hurried stride as he adjusted his cloak and smoothed his tunic.
"I will be meeting with Rennis shortly, and I fully intend to walk the
grounds soon after. I have not shown my face outside these quarters for
too long a stretch of days."

"Then I will get to the point, your lordship," Vanlo said, giving a
brief nod of respect. He raised his eyes and fixed a steady, somber
gaze upon the Overlord. "I believe I have some information for you
concerning the, ah, difficulty you have been having."

Roquan paused and narrowed his eyes. "What 'difficulty'?" he said
warily.

"I refer to the problem with the disobedience among your slaves."

"And where did you get an idea that I was having such troubles?" Roquan
said evenly.

"Forgive my bluntness, your lordship, but now is not the time to
protect your ego."

Roquan was rather taken aback at this. Surely, Vanlo had always been
very forward with the Overlord even in the best of times, but this was
the first time he ever uttered anything that sounded remotely like a
rebuke. "Indeed, Vanlo?" he asked, unable to keep the edge out of his
voice.

"I do understand the need for discretion," Vanlo said in a lower voice.
"I have not shared anything I have learned with other ears."

Roquan apparently decided that there was no point in attempting to deny
the problem to him any further, as he settled down into a chair in the
corner of the room and gestured for Vanlo to speak.

"I have been conducting an experiment, your lordship," Vanlo said. "To
test a hypothesis. I have taken the liberty of obtaining small blood
samples from the last three slaves to be punished for disobedience."

Roquan's eyes widened in surprise. "I would say that was a rather large
liberty, Vanlo!" he said.

Vanlo nodded gravely. "If you wish to fire me after this, I can have my
things cleared out by the morning."

Yes, it was indeed a breach of protocol. Any procedure that the Healer
need to do that involved breaking the skin or leaving some other mark
needed to be cleared with the Overlord first. But Roquan knew Vanlo did
nothing on a whim. "There will be no need for that," he said tersely.
He had a thought, glancing towards the center of the room briefly. "Was
Tanyee one of those you 'sampled' so?"

"Indeed."

"I had wondered what that red mark was."

"I admit to taking shameless advantage of the situation, your lordship.
Normally I must invent a plausible explanation for the slave. I daresay
that Tanyee was frightened enough that a quick pinprick and a request
of 'do not tell the Overlord' was quite sufficient."

Roquan was not sure whether to laud the man for his cleverness or
berate him for his audacity.

"In any case, it helped me come to the conclusion that I have now,"
Vanlo continued smoothly. "That there is something foreign in their
bloodstreams."

At first, Roquan was too stunned to react. The next moment, he was too
incensed not to. He leapt out of his chair. "/What?!/" he hissed
through clenched teeth, his eyes blazing.

Vanlo was unfazed by his Lordship's anger. He stroked his beard
thoughtfully as he continued. "How it was delivered, I am not entirely
sure as yet," he said slowly. "I simply know that there is a substance
there, something that has the mark of a mind-altering drug, though not
the exact type."

"And there is no natural means by which this could have happened?"

"Indeed not, your lordship."

"Vanlo, do you realize what you are /saying?/" Roquan said, his voice
elevated. "You are implying that someone is deliberately sabotaging my
Manor!"

"I am implying nothing," Vanlo said. "I am stating it outright."

Roquan's hands clenched, lines of anger etched into his face, his eyes
hard. He had to take a deep breath to control his growing rage. What
infuriated him most about this was not simply the act of violation upon
his slaves, but the fact that it caused the Overlord to punish his
slaves unnecessarily. Discipline was not something handed out on a
whim, or simply for the cruel joy of inflicting pain or discomfort, but
as a lesson to the slave.

He felt as if he had been manipulated.

"I need to know who is responsible for this ... this /perversion/,"
Roquan spat. "I will /not/ have my slaves abused in this manner!"

"Agreed," Vanlo said with a nod of his head. "Unfortunately, I do not
yet have a complete idea of who may be the source of this."

"Then find out!" Roquan thundered. "Whatever resources you need, Vanlo,
they are yours. You need not even ask."

Vanlo raised an eyebrow at this. He had heard about Roquan's fierce
protectiveness of his slaves, but had not witnessed so blatant a show
of it until now. "I will do my very best, your Lordship."

"See that you do. In my twenty years as an Overlord, Vanlo, I have
never heard of a political enemy stooping to such vile means."

Silently, Vanlo remarked that the Overlord should perhaps travel a bit
more.

"Rennis will be interested to hear this," Roquan said. "Perhaps now he
will come to his senses about the other Overlords."

Roquan started past the Healer and towards the door. "Ah, your
Lordship!" Vanlo called out. "There is one more thing. About the one
called Amanda ..."

"Oh great gods," Roquan muttered darkly. "Never have I so wanted to rid
Narlass of an outworlder before her! What has the infernal girl done
now?"

"She refused an examination and Kaylaxxa treatment."

Roquan made no note of the fact that the Healer wanted such things from
her in the first place. He focused on only one part of that statement.
"/Refused?/"

"Indeed, your lordship."

"No one /refuses/ anything in my Manor."

"Ah, yes, but there is the small detail that she is not a Captive, so I
am unsure of my jurisdiction over her."

Roquan fumed. He was close to declaring the girl such just out of
frustration of having to hear about her anymore. Yet it was an expense
he did not need right now. Already the Mage that was now working on the
Portal had quoted him nothing less than two hundred fifty platinum. "I
do not care," Roquan declared. "You are the Healer. You determine what
is needed by those that reside in this Manor. You will find a way to
get her to accept what you want. Deal with it, Vanlo, so I do not have
to."

"As you wish," Vanlo said to the empty air, for the Overlord had
already turned and left.



"Where exactly are we, Sirinna?"

Amanda lay snuggled against Sirinna, one arm draped over the older
one's body, her face laying just above one of Sirinna's breasts.
Sirinna hugged Amanda to her, having already missed this simple bit of
affection from her. Both lay on a large towel that had been laid
against the white sands of the beach, just in the shade of a stand of
palm trees. Past their feet, the sea moved in slow surges, small waves
rolling up and breaking with a continual, gentle cadence. Even with as
much as she felt at odds with Sirinna, Amanda longed for her comfort,
as she was Amanda's only familiar link to this world.

"We're in a nation called Oceanus," Sirinna said.

Amanda tilted her head up and smirked at Sirinna. "That doesn't tell me
much."

Sirinna appeared thoughtful for a moment. "Would telling you that Earth
to us is what our Mages call a 'parallel world' help?"

"Yes, that does, a little," said Amanda. Now she understood why the
food was the same. "So where would we be if this were Earth?"

"Well, Oceanus is pretty big."

"I'd settle for knowing just where /here/ is."

"Oh, the D'ronstaq Manor?" Sirinna asked. "We'd be in an island group I
think is called the Bahamas in your world."

Amanda nodded at this and lowered her head. For some reason, knowing a
more exact location made it seem a little less fantastic to her. "So
tell me about the rest. Tell me what's going on here. What are you?
What about that boy? What about all the others?"

Sirinna slid her arm up and placed her hand against the back of
Amanda's head. In a delicate voice, she said, "We're slaves, Amanda."

Amanda paused a long moment, remaining still, Sirinna's fingers
brushing slowly through her hair. Amanda knew that was going to be the
answer. It made sense to her. Yet it was no less a shock, and it took a
moment before she could collect her thoughts into something coherent.
"Even you?"

"Yes, even me."

"Hiatha?"

"Everyone you've seen, Amanda, save for Master Vanlo."

"And Roquan ... he's ... he's your /owner/."

"Yes."

Sirinna played with a lock of Amanda's hair, her eyes glancing
worriedly at the girl, each moment without a visible reaction making
her grow more and more anxious.

Finally, Amanda let go with a long sigh. "I don't know what to say to
that," she said in a flat voice..

Sirinna paused, then gently prodded Amanda into sitting up. "Then maybe
that will give me a chance to explain it better," Sirinna said.
"Because just telling you I'm a slave doesn't tell you very much."

"I know what a slave is, Sirinna."

"No, you /don't./ Or you would not be looking at me like that."

"Well, I know what it means on Earth," Amanda countered indignantly,
trying to grasp at something familiar.

"And this is not Earth."

Amanda sighed. "So are you going to tell me that you have a choice?
That you can stop being a slave anytime you want?"

"No, I can't."

"Then what's the difference?"

"But you assume that I want to stop in the first place."

Amanda fell silent.

A small smile came to Sirinna's lips. "Amanda, look at me."

Amanda gave Sirinna a perplexed look.

"Do I look unhappy? Do I look like I want to leave?"

"I don't know," Amanda said honestly.

"Amanda, I was on Earth," Sirinna said. "Far away from here. If I never
stepped into the Portal, there was no way they could come find me."
This was not an absolute truth. What was the truth was that no slave
actually ever tried, so no one really knew. "And what did I do,
Amanda?"

After a long pause, Amanda said in a small voice, "You came back."

Sirinna's smiled widened. "Yes, I came back."

Amanda knew that Sirinna could have told her anything. Since she knew
nothing of this world, anything that Sirinna said could be suspect. Yet
she had a hard time believing that Sirinna would lie to her. Yes,
Sirinna was exceptionally good at withholding truth, but not outright
lying.

At the same time, Amanda never really asked Sirinna any personal
questions about herself. Sirinna's background was largely a mystery to
her.

"So, how did you get this way?" Amanda asked. "How did you get to be a
slave?"

Sirinna felt a knot in her stomach. Now they were getting to the heart
of the truth. Now Sirinna would find out just how much Amanda could
accept.

"I was taken from a parallel world," Sirinna said. "When I was not much
older than you."

There was a pause. In Amanda's mind, two and two came together, and
produced an alarmingly greater amount than four.

"You ... you take slaves from other worlds?"

Sirinna nodded slowly.

"Worlds like Earth?"

Another nod.

Amanda's mind reeled in shock and dismay. "Oh my God ..."

"Now, Amanda, please ..."

"Is that why you came to Earth?" Amanda cried, her tone growing
increasingly more shrill. "Is that why I'm here? /To become another
slave?/"

"No, Amanda!" Sirinna cried desperately. "I can tell you that honestly!
I did not bring you here to be a slave."

Amanda stared at Sirinna, her heart pounding hard.

Sirinna sighed, her eyes glistening. "Amanda, I brought you here
because you would have been killed if I didn't."

"I don't know whether to believe you or not anymore!"

Sirinna suddenly reached out and grabbed Amanda's arm, pulling it
towards her. Amanda gasped, trembling. Sirinna pushed back the sleeve
and traced a finger down the arm, where a patch of skin was still
faintly yellow. "Remember this?" Sirinna said. "What if I had left you
out in that? What if you got hit again? What if you got hit in the
/head?/"

Amanda yanked her arm away. She swallowed, staring at Sirinna, her mind
and her emotions in a jumble.

"Amanda, I brought you here because I care about you," Sirinna said,
her eyes glistening. "In fact, I was most assuredly not supposed to
bring you back here."

Amanda appeared to consider this for a moment, but then leveled her
gaze to Sirinna and asked, "Then tell me what exactly were you doing on
Earth, Sirinna, if it was not to ... to collect me?"

Sirinna had feared that Amanda would ask just that. "All right,
Amanda," Sirinna said with a sigh. "You want the truth, I will tell it
to you, under one condition."

"What?"

"You let me explain everything."

Amanda was not sure what Sirinna meant by that. Already she was very
upset with Sirinna, feeling betrayed, for she had a feeling she knew
what Sirinna was going to tell her. It was obvious. Sirinna was a
"Trainer". What other reason would she be on Earth?

Yet it did not change what she felt about Sirinna. As foolish as it now
seemed to Amanda, she still cared for Sirinna, otherwise she would have
already refused to hear anything else the woman said.

"All right," Amanda said. "Go ahead. But don't you dare hold anything
back. I've had enough of people hiding things from me."

"I promise, I won't." Sirinna took a deep breath. "Amanda, I was on
Earth to look for /potential/ new slaves."

Amanda's mouth dropped open briefly, but she closed it without uttering
a sound.

"But I was told not to take any back now. Master Roquan does not need
any more of them. And ... and you were someone I was considering."

Amanda just nodded quickly, though in her chest her heart was pounding
as much as it had been the night before when she was trying to escape
from another nasty fate. Was she now going to have to try and escape
again? But where would she go?

"Amanda, please realize, when I met you, I wasn't expecting what I
got."

"I don't understand."

Sirinna was not sure how to explain it. There were no words for what
she felt, no words that were familiar. She had only Amanda's, and she
was afraid of using them. "Love" was not something a slave was supposed
to do. Permanent attachments were considered a bane, but a slave was
always warned of such a thing in the context of a client or an
Overlord. There was nothing said about this.

Sirinna managed a small smile. "I got a little more involved with you
that I was supposed to," she said.

Amanda actually felt pleased to hear this. She had started to feel
foolish for ever having expressed her feelings towards Sirinna in the
first place, and this made her feel better about it.

"So it turned into something else, Amanda. I ... I was really hurt to
have to leave you."

As far as Amanda could see, Sirinna was telling her the truth.
Certainly it was what Amanda wanted to believe, but wishing it were so
was no longer enough for her.

"Sirinna, I have to ask this," Amanda said. "If you actually had been
able to take a new slave back ..."

"Captives," Sirinna corrected. "We call them Captives before they're
collared."

"Um, Captive, then. Would you have done it? Would you have ... collared
me? And then trained me? You're a Trainer, right?"

Sirinna nodded. "Yes, I am. And I would have, Amanda."

"Even after you just said you cared for me?"

"/Because/ I care for you."

Amanda looked lost.

Sirinna took Amanda's hand and squeezed it tenderly. "I want the best
for you, Amanda. And that would have meant training you to be one of
Roquan's best slaves. Amanda, listen to me. A slave is far more than
you think. We give pleasure, companionship, sympathy, and comfort. And
we receive pleasure in return. It can be a very rewarding, very
enjoyable experience. Why would I not want that for you?"

Slowly, Amanda was starting to understand. She had to take herself out
of the mindset of her own world and place herself in this one, and this
was hard. If she had not been this close to Sirinna, all of Sirinna's
words would have been meaningless to her.

"And ... you still want to do that?" Amanda asked warily. "Is that what
using the rope on me was all about?"

"Let me answer the second one first," Sirinna said. "Yes, using the
rope was a way of seeing how you handled restraint."

Amanda blanched a little. At the same time, the memory of it made her
feel flushed. She could not deny how excited she had been, though in
equal measure with her fear, and now it took on a whole new light where
she was no longer sure what she should feel about it.

"And for the first question," Sirinna said. "All I can say is that I
think you would have made a very good slave."

The incongruity of such a statement was actually amusing to her, and
she cracked a small smile. It was short-lived, and she said in a graver
voice, "But I'm not going to be one, right?"

Sirinna shook her head. "No. I was not supposed to bring you back in
the first place."

Amanda nodded slowly. "Okay, I believe you," she said. "But if I wasn't
going to be a slave, what was that thing with the chain around my
wrist?"

Sirinna sighed. She had hoped Amanda would not have thought to ask
that. "Well ... that is what we do to new Captives when we first bring
them here, but the only reason I did it to you is that I knew Master
Roquan would be upset enough over what happened, and I wanted to at
least follow some sort of protocol."

"Upset?" Amanda echoed. "Are you going to get into trouble for all
this?"

A pause. "Yes, I am," Sirinna said in a low voice.

Amanda stared at Sirinna in alarm. "What?"

"A slave has to be obedient, Amanda," Sirinna said. "I wasn't."

"But that's not fair!"

"Amanda, please, you really don't need to worry about it."

"I'll decide what I want to worry about," Amanda said defiantly. "It
was my fault in the first place."

"Amanda ..."

"Well, it was! I was being stupid! Running away was foolish. I should
have just let them take me. Then I wouldn't have to be hearing all this
about slaves a-and punishment and ..."

Amanda trailed off, exasperated and frustrated. Sirinna squeezed
Amanda's hand and drew the girl towards herself.

"Sirinna, I don't want you to get in trouble over me," Amanda said.
"It's one thing for me to get in trouble for my own stupid actions, but
I don't want you suffering for it. What are they going to do to you?"

"Amanda, please," Sirinna said firmly. "Don't worry about it. And stop
saying you were stupid or foolish. You didn't deserve to be taken away
to that horrible place."

"Is it Roquan that's going to punish you? Sirinna, is he going to hurt
you? I don't want to see you hurt!"

Sirinna looked into Amanda's eyes, and her own glistened.

Amanda reached over and hugged Sirinna tightly.

"It wasn't your fault," Amanda whispered.

"Amanda ..."

"Tell him it wasn't your fault, it was mine!"

Sirinna gently pushed Amanda back, but she was resistant. Sirinna
caught the tender gaze from Amanda and felt her heart lurch again, her
emotions surging powerfully. She leaned closer to Amanda, lifting her
hand to the girl's head and running her fingers through the silky black
hair. "Amanda, you're very kind," she said softly.

Amanda smiled weakly. As she gazed at Sirinna, the memory of their
trysts came back to her in a rush, and she longed for those days again.
While they were not carefree, she could at least seek solace with
Sirinna. She desperately wanted her special place back.

"And ... you're very beautiful."

Amanda blushed. She drew in her breath slowly and let it go, heart
beating quickly.

"I ... I so wanted ..."

Amanda sensed what Sirinna was going to say, and felt guilty for having
to respond, "I don't want to be a slave, Sirinna. Even ... even yours."

"I know, love."

"I just want to be with you, Sirinna."

There was a silent pause. Sirinna's fingers stopped moving through
Amanda's hair. Amanda's eyes grew soft and needful, Sirinna's warm and
sultry. Nothing needed to be spoken. They simply knew, leaning into
each other at the same time, eyes closing, lips touching softly.

Slowly, Sirinna's fingers moved again, sliding deeper into Amanda's
lustrous hair, sliding around behind her head. Their kiss deepened,
tender to affectionate, Amanda sliding an arm around Sirinna, seeking
her comforting warmth. They drew together, bodies caressing one
another, sending shudders through both. A soft moan issued from Amanda
as her skin flushed hot, her sex tingling, affection deepening to
passion, comfort becoming stimulation. When Sirinna began to pull
Amanda back down to the sand, Amanda did not resist, hugging Sirinna's
naked body to hers with a mounting excitement and and eager
anticipation.

No, it did not make sense to her. One moment, she was angry with
Sirinna for taking her to this strange and terrible place of sexual
servitude, the next she hoped she would be able to stay. If she stayed,
however, she wanted to stay on her own terms. She wanted to make her
own choice.

For the time being, Amanda buried this thought in the back of her mind.
Now was not the time for choices. Now as the time for need.

Having finally felt relaxed enough for the first time since Sirinna had
bid goodbye to her back on earth, Amanda realized how much she had
grown fond of not just being with Sirinna, but of their intimacy as
well. So new to her discovered sexuality was Amanda that her eagerness
to continue her explorations was great. Even the loss of one day felt
strange to her, and when she felt Sirinna's hand pull up her gown, she
willingly opened her legs. She felt Sirinna touch her pubic hair,
toying with it, combing it with her fingers, Amanda pressed herself
into Sirinna's hand, her knees straddling Sirinna's body under her.

Amanda let her breath go in a quick, wanting sigh, following soon by a
soft, low moan as Sirinna slid a single finger over Amanda's moistening
slot. Was this why Sirinna thought her so suited to be a sex slave?
That Sirinna could arouse her so easily? That she enjoyed sex so much?
Or that she would willingly take the submissive role, as Sirinna did to
her now, nudging Amanda to her side and then onto her back.

Amanda knew she enjoyed it with Sirinna. She knew she willingly let
Sirinna lead. But could she do it with anyone else?

Sirinna dipped her fingers further into Amanda's now very wet pussy,
Amanda moaning, drawing her feet to her and dropping her knees to
either side, spreading her thighs wide. Amanda felt the moist air and
the warm sun on her as the shade of the trees began to retreat. Both
breeze and sun felt delightful against her skin, and she sat up briefly
to lift the gown from her body.

As soon as she lay back down, Sirinna slid over her, one of her nipples
quickly disappearing into Sirinna's mouth. "Uhhh ...!" Amanda groaned,
Sirinna's fingers stroking her slowly and steadily, sliding over her
nub, tongue licking her taut nipple, the stimulation making her rise
quickly.

"Sirinna, s-slow down ..." Amanda panted. "You'll get me there t-too
fast."

Sirinna gave Amanda's nipple a long, hard suck, lifting her head and
letting it pop from her mouth with a groan from Amanda. "And you don't
think you could cum a second time?" Sirinna said with a sly grin.

Amanda was unable to answer, as she soared upwards, her thoughts stolen
from her head by her desires. She moaned loudly, clutching at Sirinna
as she reached the edge, and then hugging Sirinna tightly as she
crested, her eyes closed as her pussy throbbed, the pleasure intense
and making it almost impossible to think of anything else for those
first few seconds. Now she understood why Sirinna was so good at this.
She had been trained at it. She was good at giving pleasure because it
was her life.

Amanda was still panting when Sirinna lifted her hand from between
Amanda's legs. "I don't think I could ever do it that well," she said.

Sirinna smiled. "Amanda, you do so much better than you give yourself
credit for. But if you care to practice a little more ..."

Amanda grinned at her. They shared a brief kiss before Sirinna began to
reposition herself over her.

Amanda's grin faded a bit. A trained slave. An expert at giving sexual
pleasure, something that she never would have imagined someone aspiring
to become. That's what Sirinna was, and she had wanted Amanda to become
the same.

Amanda lifted her arms and placed her hands lightly around Sirinna's
hips as they slid back towards her face, caressing the smooth skin,
tracing the contours of her ass cheeks. Sirinna's mound, as smooth and
hairless as always, exuded a faint musk of Sirinna's arousal, abundant
dampness oozing between the pink labia.

Amanda paused, wondering if Sirinna had gone through the same thing.
Had she been seduced by a Trainer, and shown sexual delight, and taken
as a Captive?

She felt Sirinna settle down over Amanda, bodies entwined, Sirinna's
hands caressing Amanda's inner thighs, coaxing them apart, sliding
slowly upwards towards Amanda's treasure. Amanda drew in her breath
sharply as the very tip of Sirinna's tongue played at her clitoris, as
if just tasting it, one fingertip stroking her slot and toying with the
opening to her tunnel.

Amanda moaned as she realized Sirinna was teasing her again, and she
felt Sirinna's hips press down on her, pussy only a inch from her face,
Sirinna's aroma strong in her nose. Amanda slid her hands over
Sirinna's hips again and around the tops of her cheeks, pulling her
closer as Amanda tilted her head back. Her lips touched Sirinna's sex,
warm, wet, and aromatic. She slid her mouth slowly up and down, tasting
Sirinna, feeling her own desire increase in kind. Sirinna leaned her
hips back a bit further, and Amanda licked at the swelling nub at the
top of Sirinna's slot.

Sirinna responded with a deeper intrusion into Amanda's intimate place.
She eased a finger into Amanda's pussy, just as she stroked the shaft
of Amanda's clitoris with her tongue. Amanda moaned, lifting her hips
to Sirinna for more. Sirinna eased off until Amanda relented.

Was Sirinna doing it even now? "Training" her? Making her act in a
certain way during sex?

Amanda felt Sirinna shift again, bending her knees, snuggling her pussy
down even more onto Amanda's face. For a brief instant, Amanda wanted
to resist, to turn her head away and not give in to her lover. A few
moments later, Sirinna started licking Amanda faster, easing a second
finger into her pussy. Amanda started to pant as she again rose, though
more slowly -- more controlled -- this time.

Amanda did not turn away. She trembled with the rising pleasure from
her sex, unable to ignore it, or to want to stop it. She thrust her
tongue against Sirinna's pussy, licking at the nub, poking at her
opening. She heard Sirinna utter a low moan, and then a louder one as
Amanda flicked her tongue rapidly back and forth against the swollen
clit, then pursed her lips and sucked it between them.

In turn, Sirinna increased the pace of her ministrations, herself
starting to breathe more heavily. Amanda again responded in kind, and
the two of them escalated rapidly, until both Sirinna and Amanda lay
clutching at one another, faces buried in each other's nether regions.
Their moans and pants grew muffled and wet as their movements grew more
frenzied.

Amanda was not sure what had come over her. It was as if she felt
something to prove to Sirinna, though she was not sure what. Sirinna's
noises became more and more urgent, her breathing turning to gasps. She
started to ease off Amanda, but Amanda did not do the same.

"Oh ... ohhhh ... oh, /GODS!/"

Sirinna panted heavily and breathlessly as she orgasmed, unable to
concentrate on anything else for those first few seconds, save for one
hand that continued to stroke Amanda. Amanda was rising precipitously
as well, but was determined to ignore it as long as possible.

Sirinna cried out, throbbing powerfully, trying to pull back from
Amanda gently, but the girl hung on to her, licking and licking her,
orgasm pounding. Finally she dove back down at Amanda's pussy, but
rather than doing the exact same thing to her, Sirinna instead clamped
her lips around Amanda's clitoris and drew it into her mouth with one
quick, strong intake of breath, while lips, tongue, and teeth moved in
a single swift motion.

Amanda threw her head back and uttered a shrill cry as she exploded
into orgasm. And then she could not stop crying out as she throbbed
hard and long, Sirinna's tongue moving in a way she found impossible to
describe, and just as impossible to ignore. Amanda's hips tried to
buck, but Sirinna held her her down firmly, tongue flicking, stroking,
teasing, driving Amanda mad as she still came hard. Sirinna drew out
Amanda's climax until the girl lay quivering and helpless on the
ground.

As Amanda panted for breath, her eyes closed and her head lolling to
one side, Sirinna slowly slid from the limp girl, her own pussy still
giving occasional dull throbs, and lay down on her side next to Amanda.

Amanda cracked open her eyes. "H-how ... how did you ... /what/ did you
...?"

Sirinna smiled gently and brushed a lock of hair out of Amanda's eyes.
"Just a little trick I was shown by my Trainer," she said.



The flow of slaves in and out of the Healer's offices began to slow as
it approached midday, and even managed to have two actual patients
beyond simple Kaylaxxa treatments. One was a simple sprain from
tripping over a small branch that had fallen from one of the trees, the
other a minor case of vaginal irritation from an inexperienced but
overconfident Trainee as to what size toy she might accept into
herself.

It approached the time he took his daily constitutional, strolling
about the gardens as the others had their midday meal. It was an ideal
time to reflect, when he would not be distracted by his work or the
presence of nubile young slaves.

Yet this time he doubted that any amount of reflection would solve his
present quandary, of which Yanna reminded him just as he was about to
leave the office.

"Master, shall I set aside a vial for the outworlder Amanda?" she
asked. "Or do you believe she will refuse treatment again?"

"Ah, yes, Yanna. You have hit upon the crux of my dilemma," Vanlo said
with a small smile.

Yanna cocked her head to one side. "Master?"

"I have been tasked to obtain the young lady's cooperation, you see. Or
... her non-cooperation, if needed."

"Oh, yes, I see," Yanna said. She paused. "And have you decided what to
do?"

"I have not, regretfully," Vanlo said. "I have no desire to force the
girl. It is not the way of a Healer. One of my kind tends to hope that
a stern voice and an unyielding stare will bring about consent. Alas,
this is likely not to be the case here."

Yanna nodded silently. Thoughts turned and twisted in her head.

Vanlo smiled wanly. What he did not admit was that he was simply fond
of the girl. It was very rare for him to meet an outworlder before he
or she has been collared, and never had he met one who had not had the
Draught given to her. He found himself fascinated by Amanda, and beyond
simply the fact that her naked form was pleasant to his eyes.

"Hopefully, I shall ponder an answer to my quandary," Vanlo said. He
turned to leave.

Yanna thought quickly, then called out to him. "Master Vanlo! Wait!"

Vanlo turned. "Yes, my dear?"

Yanna thought out her words carefully. "Master, if I may be allowed to
suggest something ..."

Vanlo raised a hand to his beard and gave a thoughtful nod.

"Might I ... if you do not believe me too presumptuous ... try to talk
to the girl? Perhaps ease her fears, master?"

Vanlo paused. "Do you believe you can do that, Yanna?" he said, a faint
suggestion of surprise in his tone.

"I may. I used to talk to Captives at the D'glounaas Manor," Yanna
said.

"Amanda is no Captive, I am given to understand, Yanna."

"Yes, master. I would confine my discussion to the treatment."

Vanlo considered this. He studied Yanna's face, as if expecting to find
something there. Whether or not he did was impossible to tell, as his
voice was carefully neutral when he said, "As I am out of ideas, I
would consider your suggestion to be prudent," Vanlo finally said. "You
have my leave to speak with her. She is staying with Sirinna."

Yanna smiled and inclined her head politely. "Thank you, master. I will
approach her at the midday meal. Perhaps I can get her alone after
that, when she's on her way back to Sirinna's quarters."

"Alone, Yanna?" Vanlo asked curiously.

"Yes, master. So she will feel more comfortable speaking with me."

"Ah, yes, of course."
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