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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: 9 of 19
Keywords: MF, ff, Mdom, bd, toys, magic

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

Copyright A Strange Geek, 2005

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As Sirinna walked down the silent path, the break in the clouds had
drifted overhead, revealing a sky of velvet blue sparkling with tiny
points of distant light. The cool breeze blew against her skin,
stimulating her, goosebumps rising on her arms partially in response to
the wind, and partially from the growing excitement she felt as she
approached the Overlord's quarters. Her skin was already dry from the
breath of night air, but a slight dampness lay in her hair, a faint
fragrance of the rain imbued within it, just as she knew Roquan loved.
Yet even with as good a slave as she strove to be that night, she felt
a twinge of apprehension. Roquan had yet to punish her for her
transgression that brought Amanda into this world, and she wondered if
this were perhaps the true reason for his desire for her presence.

Even the thought of punishment excited her, but in a different way. She
was happy in the role of the submissive, and punishment reminded her of
this. She did not crave it enough to seek to disobey. Careful training
made sure that a slave accepted punishment and grew at least mildly
aroused by it, but did not wish for it on a constant basis. Despite
best efforts, some slaves did crave it, and a good Overlord would match
her with a client that would provide it without doing harm to the
slave.

Sirinna paused just a moment outside of Roquan's quarters, her heart
beating fast in anticipation for the first time in a long while, and
stepped inside.

Roquan sat in his plush chair in the far corner, the same place from
which he interrogated poor Tanyee the night before. He had changed from
his silks and cloak to a single, flowing robe of dark blue satin. He
appeared relaxed, hands folded before him, yet his eyes were cool and
penetrating, and focused sharply on Sirinna.

Sirinna said not a word. She stepped quietly into the center of the
room, turning to face her master. She dropped to one knee, and then the
other, parting them. She dropped her head and lay her hands upon her
thighs, palms up, and remained absolutely still and silent.

Roquan gazed at her intently for a moment, watching the rise and fall
of her breath, and noting at once that it was quickened. She was
excited. Yet there was a very slight tremble to her body. She was
anxious, as well.

Roquan slowly rose to his feet. Sirinna did not move; she did not even
so much as shift her eyes to the side as her master stepped out of her
view, his steps eerily quiet as his bare feet trod upon the soft furs
on the floor. She would not move until he told her, remaining in the
traditional submissive posture until he made his desires known to her.
Each moment that passed, however, made her heart pound harder.

She heard a noise behind her. Roquan had picked up something from the
wall behind her. She swallowed, her breath growing short. She felt like
a Trainee again, waiting to see what her mistress would do to her now.

A shadow merged with hers from behind her, and she sensed Roquan's
presence crouched down behind her. Something fell down in front of her
eyes. Her trepidation mounted as she saw what it was, but it did not
make her hesitate one second. She opened her mouth, and accepted the
polished ball of wood as it was wedged between her teeth. Roquan
collected her hair and moved it to the side to fasten the straps behind
her head.

Sirinna's arousal rose in nearly equal measure with her fear. Another
noise came from behind her, but she knew not what it was. Roquan's hand
reached around her, and she drew in a deep breath through her nose as
his strong fingers pressed into her mound, a flash of heat making her
exhale abruptly as he applied the salve liberally to her labia and to
her clitoris. She suppressed a moan as his finger sank into her slot,
teasing the entrance to her tunnel, curling up to stroke the now
swelling nub above it. A brief thought of longing passed through her
mind as the cloying odor of the salve reached her nose, identifying it
for her.

Hiroxxa. Sirinna now knew that Roquan intended both pleasure /and/
punishment for her that evening, for she would not experience sexual
release until it wore off. And even though Sirinna was too well-trained
to beg him for relief before he was ready to give it, the gag was
symbolic of his categorical refusal to hear any pleas for mercy.

Roquan was not finished preparing her yet, as Sirinna soon learned when
she heard him say in a low voice, "Hands behind you."

Sirinna immediately complied, and felt him wrap the leather cuffs
around them tightly. And yet there was more.

"Lift your chin."

At first Sirinna flinched and felt her stomach twist as the collar was
slipped around her neck, until she realized it was not a Trainee
collar, but a simple restraint. It was not as thick as a Trainee
collar, and was secured only by a buckle, no eyelets for a padlock like
the other. It did have a single ring attached to it, which Roquan
turned behind her, moving her hair to the side again. He threaded a
thin chain through the ring, wrapping the free ends around each of her
ankles, securing them with tiny locks.

Sirinna knew now Roquan was very serious. He was locking her down in
her submissive position, forcing her to remain on her knees. She was
totally his.

Roquan stood, walking slowly around her once in a circle. Sirinna was
panting lightly, trembling now with arousal as well as anxiety. Her own
moisture joined that of the salve, and she longed to be touched,
despite knowing she would not orgasm.

Roquan paused another moment, and retrieved an item from a pocket of
his robe.

He crouched down in front of his slave, and presented it to her,
holding it up to her shimmering eyes. It was round and tapering, as
long as his hand, and made of a firm but slightly yielding and flexible
material. Sirinna's eyes widened a touch, and she drew another deep
breath through her nose.

He held the object between Sirinna's legs and touched the tip of it to
Sirinna's swollen clitoris and simply held it there. Sirinna's breath
grew more short, and she resisted the urge to try to push herself onto
the object. He started to twirl the tip around her womanhood, a light,
teasing touch. Sirinna shuddered and moaned, unable to suppress it.
Already her arousal was at a fever pitch, just from that fleeting
contact, yet she had no power to have him give her more.

Roquan withdrew the tip and tilted the object so that he could slide
the side of its shaft against her slot, drawing it back and forth with
slow, deliberate strokes, squishing against the moisture of her pussy.
Sirinna gasped in pleasure, leaning forward slightly, eyes half-lidded.
Yet as she started to rise, he eased off, slowing, then withdrawing his
touch altogether.

Sirinna whimpered softly.

Roquan paused a moment and repositioned himself so that he was at her
side. He reached behind her and placed a hand over one of her ass
cheeks. This time she could not help herself, and leaned into his
touch, sighing pleasantly when his fingers curled and squeezed her
flesh.

The other hand returned the shaft of the object to her slot, stroking
her faster. Sirinna started to moan, only to punctuate it with a
startled yelp when Roquan's other hand abruptly slapped her ass cheek,
just hard enough to sting. He leaned forward and slapped the other
cheek, continuing in an alternating rhythm stroking her at the same
time, pain and pleasure mixing to make her soar upwards, panting
heavily, until she was straining for release, her mound engorged and
aching. Her whimpers turned to muffled, nasal cries as she hung at the
edge, unable to crest over.

Roquan relented, at least partially, withdrawing the object from her
pussy. He continued to slap her backside, however, keeping her in a
heightened state of arousal even as the direct stimulation from her
pussy fell back, until her ass was faintly pink. At this point, he
withdrew, stood, and strolled casually out of the room and into his
bedchamber.

Sirinna remained as she was, still panting, her cunt wet and pulsing
with her thunderous heartbeat. It had been a very long time since
Roquan had been this way with her, and she had forgotten how
overwhelmingly erotic it was, even as frustrated as her body was to be
denied the final act. Despite her training, she found herself pulling
at her restraints behind her back, the temptation to squeeze her thighs
together to stimulate herself very great. Yet she knew that she would
eventually be rewarded, that Roquan would pleasure her as much as this
pleasured him.

Roquan returned a short time later, still carrying the phallic-shaped
object, but in his other hand he now carried two leather straps. He
crouched beside her again, putting the straps down for the moment,
bringing the phallus to her pussy. He stroked lightly at the swollen
nub at the top of her slot for a few moments, making her rise again,
then let it slip down until it encroached on her tunnel.

Sirinna uttered a breathless moan and shuddered as Roquan penetrated
her, sliding the object ever further into her cunt, slowly but
steadily, twisting it as it went. She felt it filling her, squeezing
into her tight, wet passage, driving her mad with desire and unreleased
sexual tension. When it was about three-quarters inside her, he drew it
back, then in again, thrusting firmly, holding it at an angle so that
it stroked the tip of her clitoris each time it impaled her.

Sirinna moaned louder and louder as she rose again, eyes glistening as
she again strained and strained, close, but never going over, her body
still denied the final crescendo of pleasure. She looked at Roquan with
pleading, begging eyes. He ignored her, and with the next thrust he
buried the remainder of the object inside her pussy. He released it,
leaving it inside her, and picked up the straps. He wrapped one around
her waist first, and then threaded the second between her legs. Sirinna
gave a long, low moan as he pulled it taut, pressing tightly against
her labia and locking the phallus inside her, attaching the second
strap to the first.

Roquan stood. Sirinna continued panting, the pressure of the thick
phallus in her tunnel preventing her from retreating too far from her
plateau.

"You may pause to calm yourself, if you wish," Roquan said. With a
small tug at the corners of his mouth he added, "If you can."

Sirinna whimpered again.

"Take as long as you need. Then follow me into my bedchamber. Only
there will I release you. In every sense of the word."

Roquan turned and left the chamber, leaving Sirinna trembling and
helpless.

Sirinna realized that it was impossible for her to calm down. Even if
she could remain still enough, even if the stimulation abated, she was
simply too excited.

To someone who had not been properly trained, someone that did not
understand, this would have been heinous torture. Sirinna was a proper
slave. She knew this was a prelude to a pleasurable end. The greater
the build-up, the more she was denied now, the more intense the
release.

If only she could make Amanda understand this!

Sirinna allowed herself a pause of only a minute. She drew herself up
carefully, the chains on her ankles drawing taut just as she was fully
upright on her knees. Roquan had measured the length of the chain
perfectly. Slowly she started her crawl across the floor, the chain
making light metallic noises behind her as they swung, each swing of
her knee forward tugging her collar and rubbing the thick phallic
object inside her against her still-sensitized womanhood. It took only
a few knee-steps to drive her upwards again and leave her hanging. She
tried to ignore it, but after only a few more, the strain was driving
her mad, and she had to stop and let it fall back again.

The short path through the curtain and into the bedchamber was now a
long trek. She was forced to keep stopping to let herself down. Her
moisture trickled out from behind the strap, the insides of her thighs
growing damp. Each time she moved, the phallus made wet sounds against
her body.

When the curtain fell away from her as she came through it, she saw
Roquan standing by his spirit cabinet, casually sipping from a goblet.
Upon sight of Sirinna, Roquan put down his goblet and strolled over to
his bed. He sat down at the edge and gestured silently for Sirinna to
approach him.

Sirinna had to stop three more times. By the time she reached him, she
was shaking with need, and panting in lustful desire, her body
screaming for relief. Tears threatened to well up in her eyes, but she
blinked them away, taking another deep breath, forcing herself to hold
her body erect, even as her pussy ached badly.

Roquan watched Sirinna through this, and looked quite pleased.

He rose from the bed and removed the straps from Sirinna. Sirinna
moaned deeply as the phallus was withdrawn from her with a slick sound.
With the pressure removed, Sirinna eased back from the edge again, but
as intensely aroused as she was, she would not fall back very far
anymore. He unlocked her ankles and removed the chains, and bid her to
stand.

Sirinna rose to her feet, unsteadily at first, receiving no help from
Roquan. She managed it, however, and the trembling in her legs quickly
receded.

"You continue to impress me with your endurance, Sirinna," Roquan said.
He reached up and gently cupped on of her breasts. She sighed and
leaned into it, adoring the feel of his strong fingers squeezing her
warm, soft flesh. "And your sensuality. Rennis could never pay me
enough to have you back."

Sirinna's heart soared. That was the best compliment a slave could ever
receive from an Overlord. She was momentarily overcome by emotion and
looked affectionately at her master.

Roquan stepped behind her. He reached around and played with her
breasts, fondling them with careful, gentle squeezes, lifting them in
his palms and enjoying their weight against his hands. He dipped a hand
down between Sirinna's legs, giving her just a single, light stroke
before returning the hand to her breast, twirling his fingertips about
her nipple, making it glisten with her own slick moisture.

Sirinna felt her legs grow weak despite her training and despite her
endurance. She leaned back into him, feeling his hardness against her
backside. Roquan did the same to her other breast, stroking them
together, driving Sirinna into a sensual frenzy, making her desperate
for him to touch her pussy again, even though she knew climax would
never be reached.

He withdrew his hands from her, and she ached at the loss immediately.
She felt one of her cuffs opened, but he held onto both her wrists as
he guided her towards the bed, Sirinna's excitement again mounting. He
released her long enough for her to climb up upon the thick furs and
position herself on her back, her breath growing short in anticipation,
the softness and warmth of his bed caressing her body and keeping her
powerfully aroused.

Roquan took her wrists again and drew them over her head. He threaded
the open cuff around a brass pole of the headboard and secured it
around her wrist again.

Roquan reached behind Sirinna's head. "Remain quiet, Sirinna," he said
as he released the strap holding her gag in place. He tugged at the
ball until it unwedged itself with a faint pop from Sirinna's mouth.
She looked up at him with sultry eyes filled will burning need, and
already she spread her legs wide for him, her pussy wet and swollen
from the intense need for relief.

Roquan stood and silently undid the sash about his waist and slipped
off his robe.

The rest of his body was very much like his face, the same chiseled,
handsome features, his musculature like his eyes, hard and steady, and
moving with the same assuredness and confidence as his steel-like gaze.

As he climbed back onto the bed and advanced upon his slave, the
hardness of those eyes and of his manner changed. None of his
confidence wavered, but the coolness that was always there gave way to
a tender warmth and a heated passion. Sirinna saw this, as she always
did when he came to her like this, and her breath caught in her throat.
Her eyes flicked down to his cock, engorged, thick, and erect, always a
pleasure for her to gaze upon. This time, however, it also glistened,
as if he had coated himself with something.

Sirinna's eyes widened in surprise and in admiration. He was wearing
the antidote to the Hiroxxa.

Sirinna breathed heavily as she felt him slide over her body. Yet he
did not seek union with her quite yet. Instead, he lowered his head
over one of her breasts and licked slowly and methodically at her
nipple, sending waves of pleasure through her body. His hand draped
itself over her mound, and she moaned with intensified lust as his
fingers teased her anew, driving her upwards yet again. He made her
again strain at the edge, her nipple drawn into his mouth, sucking
firmly, his tongue lapping her moisture from it. She found it
impossible to obey his request to remain quiet, crying out her pleasure
as well as her desperation.

Roquan did the same with her other breast, until she was in torment,
tilting her head back and clenching her teeth to stop herself from
begging him for relief.

Finally, Roquan had mercy on her. He lifted himself from her, Sirinna
panting heavily, gazing up at him in a silent plea. Roquan drew
forward, Sirinna spreading under him, and then quivering in
anticipation.

Sirinna gasped loudly as he slid into her. Already having been driven
so far by his hand, she rose precipitously back to the very edge almost
immediately. There she remained, straining harder and harder as the
antidote to the Hiroxxa mixed with her moisture, diluting it and
slowing its action upon her. As his thrusts grew deeper and quicker, so
did her desperation for relief, her cries growing more strident. She
felt a single throb, making her hips buck, like a single burst of water
from a dam about to give way.

Harder and faster Roquan thrusted, his own pleasure growing to a strong
crescendo even as Sirinna writhed under her. Another single throb
spiked in her pussy, and then another, causing her to hold her breath.

And in the next moment, the dam burst.

Sirinna's shrill cries filled the bedchamber as her orgasm overcame
her, her pussy throbbing intensely and unabated, driven by the long,
excruciating build-up, as well as Roquan's own climax deep inside her.
He groaned in a low, deep, rumbling voice as he sunk himself into her,
his own throbs pulsing hard against the sides of her cunt. Sirinna
reveled in the pleasure, the reward for being his slave, for being
obedient and loyal to him. She had earned it, and Roquan had willingly
given her her due.

Her orgasm only began to abate when a spent Roquan withdrew from her,
and even then it lingered for a few more moments, her cries softening
to moans, and then to sighs as a wave of satisfaction came over her.

Roquan opened the cuffs and released her wrists, then gathered her in
his arms. Sirinna clutched at him, embracing him tightly, shaking with
the sudden drop from her intensely orgasmic high. She felt Roquan
embrace her, bestowing several gentle, tender kisses on her neck,
calming her, letting her down more slowly.

"Thank you, master," she whispered in her his ear. "Thank you."

/And that is the proper way to treat a slave,/ Roquan thought.



It was not long after Sirinna had left that Amanda became restless.

Having little to do to occupy her time was not truly the issue. It was
more that the lack of activities forced her to think, which made her
dwell on all the things that angered or frustrated her.

Amanda rose from the bed and headed over to the window. It had darkened
quickly, as more clouds rolled in from the sea, threatening more rain.
Already she could barely see the water's edge anymore, though she could
still hear the gentle wash of the ocean against the shore.

She turned away from the window. The room was almost black as well. She
stumbled back towards the bed, reaching across and groping for the knob
on the little lamp. It lighted at once, banishing the darkness with a
flickering, cool light. She pulled herself completely over the bed and
sat at the edge on that side, sighing deeply. Her bare foot brushed
something on the floor.

She looked down and picked up the thin, gold chain that she had found
around her wrist just that morning. It was hard to believe she had
spent only a single day there so far. Barely one day and now she was
told she had to make a decision that would affect the rest of her life.

If she went home, she'd have to face four more years of foster home
hell. She'd "age-out" of the system, and face an arduous uphill battle
to be emancipated and support herself. She'd have a former foster
father she loved that she'd never see again, and she'd be
broken-hearted over losing Sirinna.

Stay, and become a sex slave for the rest of her life, something she
might or might not find tolerable.

Amanda clenched her teeth and threw the chain across the room. "/It's
just not fair!/" she screamed.

"Amanda? Are you all right?"

Amanda jumped, startled. She had been brooding so much that she had
forgotten she was sharing the accommodations with someone else. "Yes,
I'm find, Tanyee," she called out.

After a pause, she heard Tanyee's voice again. "Are you sure? You
sounded upset."

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Do you want someone to talk to?"

Amanda was about to answer in the negative, but then realized that
there was no point in trying to pretend that she was alone. She needed
something to do, anyway. And Tanyee was left with just as little to do
as Amanda had been. While she knew Sirinna could not disobey Roquan,
this did not stop Amanda from feeling abandoned.

She got up and walked through the sanitary and into the adjoining
quarters.

It was very much like her own, except mirror-imaged. Tanyee lay on her
bed, still naked, and the collar still wrapped about her neck. The
chain ran off the side of the bed and onto the floor where the bulk of
it lay coiled, the end attached to the ring on the top of the center
post. This one, Amanda noted, was secured with a padlock.

Tanyee smiled, looking relieved, as if grateful for the company.
"Please, come sit down near me," she said softly.

Amanda crossed the room and climbed up onto the bed with her, sitting
at the edge. She glanced at Tanyee and the chain. "You still have to
wear that even in here?" she asked with some chagrin.

"Yes, Amanda," Tanyee said. "As long as I am a Trainee I wear this."

"That must be awful."

Tanyee paused. "Not really," she replied. "I mean I haven't been a
Trainee for awhile, so it's taking some getting used to again. But when
I was first one, it was not a big deal."

"But you get left alone like this," Amanda pointed out. "You can't even
go take a walk if you wanted to."

"Had Master Roquan not wished Sirinna for himself this evening, she
would have stayed and engaged me."

"Engage you in what?"

"Conversation," Tanyee said. "Or sex. Or instructional training."

Amanda paused a moment. "Tanyee, what was it like when you were first
training?" she asked.

Tanyee leaned forward, folding her leg under her as she sat up. "In
what way?"

"Just in general. What did you feel? Was it hard? Did you enjoy it?"

Tanyee looked thoughtful, her eyes downcast, as if trying to decide
what she should say, or what she should allow herself to say. Or she
could simply be reliving painful memories in her mind. Amanda had no
way of knowing until she spoke.

"It was hard at first," Tanyee said in a subdued voice. "I was a
scared. I was ... afraid of doing the stuff that I saw the other slaves
do. I think ... I think I even cried at one point."

"What did Sirinna do? She was your Trainer, right?"

Tanyee nodded. A small smile came to her lips. "Sirinna was very good
to me," she said. "She was very patient. She showed me how to enjoy
everything I did. She rewarded me when I did something well."

"Tanyee, did Sirinna ever ... well, punish you?" Amanda asked.

"Sometimes. But the punishments are gentle at first." Tanyee paused,
and gave Amanda a wan smile. "Well, mostly. Except for the 'traditional
twenty' near the beginning."

Amanda looked confused. "The what?"

"I'm sorry, I keep forgetting you don't know about these things,"
Tanyee said. "Near the start of training, every Trainee gets twenty
strokes with the paddle."

Amanda looked shocked.

"It's just to give a taste of what real punishment can be like."

"That's /horrible!/" Amanda cried, recalling the scene with Garas.

Tanyee looked surprised at Amanda's reaction. "It's not really that
bad," Tanyee said. "The Trainer comforts the Trainee right after it,
and it doesn't happen again." She winced. "Well, not unless you disobey
later on."

Amanda remembered Tanyee's reddened backside. "Is that what they did
with you? Before they put that collar on you again?" Amanda asked, her
voice rising.

"Yes, but I deserved it."

"Why? What did you do?"

Tanyee blushed, and she averted her eyes.

Amanda only realized now what she had asked her to do. "Oh, Tanyee, I'm
sorry, you don't have to ..."

Tanyee shook her head and lifted her eyes. "It's okay," she said in a
strained voice. "I was Abroad, contracted to a client. I ... I refused
to swallow his seed."

Now it was Amanda who blushed, but it explained what she had seen in
the Circle earlier.

And for that they paddled her? Punished her?

Tanyee must have seen the look on Amanda's face, for she was quick with
her next words. "I still don't know why it happened. Amanda, I /wanted/
to do it. I /wanted/ to swallow his seed. I was very happy with my
master, and I liked to please him."

"But, why, Tanyee?" Amanda demanded. "Why did you want to, if not just
to avoid punishment?"

"Because he would give me pleasure in return, Amanda," Tanyee said with
a smile.

Amanda just looked at her.

Tanyee leaned forward. "A good master or mistress, Amanda, wishes to
pleasure the slave as much as the slave wants to pleasure him," she
said in a voice hardly above a whisper, as if not wanting to be
overheard speaking about what good masters or mistresses ought to be
doing. "That's what Master Roquan believes."

Amanda looked surprised. "He does?"

"Yes. Sirinna tells me he is very particular about the clients he does
business with."

Amanda sighed and looked away from Tanyee, despairing. Any notion she
had that talking to Tanyee would somehow clarify things in her head now
seemed like a foolish notion to her. Every time she heard something
that would make it tolerable, she heard something else that revolted
her.

Tanyee's hand alighted on her shoulder, making her flinch in surprise.

"Is something the matter, Amanda?" she asked.

Amanda swallowed. Why was she even thinking along these lines? This
decision was no decision at all. A fourteen-year-old girl cannot commit
her own life to sexual slavery. And for what? For her love of someone
that she wasn't even sure loved her in return in the same way? For some
vague promise of transient pleasure?

"Not really, I guess," Amanda replied in a small voice.

"Sirinna tells me you're not to be a slave," Tanyee said. "Even though
you're an outworlder. Is this true?"

"As far as I know, yes."

"So you're going back to your homeworld?"

Amanda nodded.

Tanyee leaned back against her pillows. "I don't remember my
homeworld," she said in a subdued voice.

"They gave you the Draught?"

"Yes."

Another pause. "I'm sorry," Amanda said darkly. "But I think that's
terrible."

Tanyee's dark eyes misted. "Sometimes I have dreams," she said. "Small
snippets of peoples and places I've never seen before, yet they seem
familiar. I wonder sometimes if they are from my past."

Amanda shuddered at the idea of a past being reduced to nothing more
the fleeting images and thoughts in the subconscious, to rise into the
mind only at night. To her it seemed worse than having no past at all.
A parent, a sibling, a loved one, nothing more than a wispy thought, a
surreal image in a random dream, unrecognizable, yet insisting that it
is known and familiar. Amanda would find that an unspeakable torment.

She felt a surge of sympathy for Tanyee, seeing her in a different
light, seeing the more human side of her. Even Amanda was now guilty of
seeing these people as mindless slaves. They weren't mindless. They had
emotions, and feelings, and dreams, like anyone else. Unfortunately,
this also meant that Amanda now had to accept the possibility that
Sirinna was right, that they genuinely enjoyed what they did. If they
were indeed not mindless, then they could experience joy at pleasing a
master, satisfaction at following orders, excitement over playing the
part of the submissive.

Amanda rubbed at one of her wrists idly.

She heard the soft clinking noise of the chain moving and turned her
head to see Tanyee drawing herself close. Tanyee's hand reached out and
touched Amanda's arm, fingers caressing the skin softly. Amanda gave
Tanyee a questioning look, but then Amanda's eyes widened as she saw
the want in the slave's eyes.

"Amanda, would you stay with me for awhile longer?" Tanyee said softly.
"I'd enjoy your company."

Amanda opened her mouth to reply, but the words never made it to her
mouth when she felt Tanyee's hand drop down to her thigh. Amanda
instead let her breath go as a ragged, anxious sigh as Tanyee's fingers
slowly stroked the bare skin just below the hem of the gown.

Amanda glanced down at her leg and the back up at Tanyee. Tanyee took
this to be acceptance, and her hand slid further up, pulling up the
edge of the gown. Amanda hesitated a moment, her legs trembling, but
just as her sex was exposed, she reached down and clamped her hand
around Tanyee's wrist and stopped her.

Tanyee looked up, confusion clouding her gaze.

Amanda swallowed. "I-I can't," she said in a small voice.

"Oh." A long pause. Her hand did not move from Amanda's thigh, nor did
Amanda push it away. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sorry," Amanda said, her voice weak.

"It's just ... " Tanyee began, then looked away.

"What?"

"I'm being foolish," Tanyee said. She pulled her hand away from Amanda.
"Sirinna will need to punish me."

"Stop that!" Amanda cried. "She won't have to punish you for anything.
Now, what was it? What were you going to say?"

Tanyee sighed. "It's just that I'm so used to having one last sexual
release before retiring for the night," she said in a husky voice.
"Another slave usually obliges for me. While I was first in training,
Sirinna always did it. But tonight I'm not sure of Sirinna will be up
to it when she gets back from Master Roquan."

Amanda bit her lip. "If I don't do this for you, Tanyee, what ...?"

"I will likely lay quietly until Sirinna returns," Tanyee said, a faint
sigh of disappointment in her voice.

"You couldn't ... uh ... you know ... do it yourself?"

Tanyee shook her head slowly. "A slave is not permitted to touch
herself unless her master or mistress allows it." She looked up and
gave Amanda a wan smile. "But that is not the only reason. I wanted to
do something nice for you. I thought I would pleasure you first. You've
been rather nice to me even though you just met me, and ... well,
you're a very pretty girl."

Amanda's cheeks turned ruddy in the dim light. In her hesitation,
Tanyee returned her hand to Amanda's leg, but at a more discreet
distance, lying just above her knee, though it slid back and forth, and
occasionally slipped down along the inside of the thigh, as if restless
with the desire to advance again to Amanda's tender nether regions.

Slowly, Amanda felt her body responding to Tanyee's advance, despite
her desire to deny it. A low, tinging warmth flowed into her sex, and
her nipples raised small bumps against her gown. Yet she did not feel
quite the same way emotionally. She was physically aroused, but not
desirous of Tanyee. It was not the same as with Sirinna. Yet this is
what would have been expected of her were she a slave like Tanyee.

Amanda continued to remain silent, emboldening Tanyee again. Her hand
slid up Amanda's thigh, long, delicate fingers softly pressing smooth,
young flesh. She tried to think of a reason to stop Tanyee, something
other than just her own supposedly antiquated or misplaced notions
about sex. Is this what was meant by being sensuous? She had not even
meant to attract Tanyee in this manner, and she was not necessarily
attracted to Tanyee. Yet she was about to let Tanyee touch her, and it
would be no different than when she received the Kaylaxxa tomorrow ...

Then, Amanda had her reason, but before she could seize on it, one of
Tanyee's fingers reached her sex and slipped between her labia.

Amanda uttered a short, soft gasp when Tanyee touched her womanhood.
She swallowed again as the slave's finger traced a slow, methodical
circle with a single fingertip. Amanda had had only the beginnings of
arousal, and she was still mostly dry, but Tanyee's touch was so light
and gentle that it was pleasurable just the same. Very soon, warm and
wet moisture oozed into Amanda's slot. Tanyee dipped her finger down
once, then again, until her finger was coated with slick fluid. She
deepened her strokes against Amanda's nub, sending a new wave of
pleasure through her body, and driving her arousal still upward.

"W-wait," Amanda panted, laying a shaking hand on Tanyee's.

Tanyee stopped, but kept her finger pressed against her. "What's the
matter?"

"I ... I h-haven't had the Kaylaxxa treatment yet," Amanda said."Maybe
you should ..."

"That just means I won't be able to use my mouth," Tanyee said. "But
I'm very good with my fingers."

Amanda looked at her, eyes shimmering. She wanted to find another
excuse to turn Tanyee down easily, but when Tanyee began stroking her
again, it was all she could do not to moan. Part of her mind screamed
at her that this was not right. She did not have any strong feelings
towards Tanyee at all. She liked Tanyee, but that was as far as it
went. She should not be enjoying this.

Yet she was enjoying it. She could not tell her body to stop enjoying
it. Her legs shook with the conflicting urges to close and to open
wider. She felt guilty for wanting to push Tanyee away, and guilty for
wanting Tanyee to continue.

Tanyee lifted the edge of Amanda's gown. Before Amanda could react, one
of her breasts was exposed to the flickering lamp light, the nipple
erect and casting a shadow on her orb. "Tanyee, w-wait, I ... "

Amanda's nipple disappeared into Tanyee's mouth. Amanda tensed and
tilted her head back, but she could not suppress her reaction this
time, opening her mouth as a deep moan rose up from inside her.
Tanyee's fingers pressed more deeply into Amanda, sliding into her
cunt, now hot and liquid with her arousal and excitement. Tanyee's
strokes were slick and sensual, and finally made Amanda part her legs
further, enabling Tanyee to dip her fingers deeper into Amanda's
tunnel.

/This isn't fair!/ Amanda lamented in her mind. She felt like she was
being exploited. Not by Tanyee against her, but her own body against
her mind.

Tanyee sucked at Amanda's nipple, squeezing and stroking it, making it
impossible for her to stop Tanyee anymore. When Tanyee dropped Amanda
from her mouth and looked up at her, Amanda actually felt
disappointment, and gave Tanyee a forlorn look.

"This would be better lying down," Tanyee said gently, withdrawing her
hand from Amanda's pussy.

Amanda was breathing hard, feeling herself start to let down from her
stimulation high. She had a chance to leave, to tell Tanyee that this
was not going to work. But at this point, if she left, she knew she
would simply finish herself off with her own hand once she got back to
her room, as physically aroused as her sex was now at this point. And
she would feel guilty for not returning the favor.

Amanda silently pulled herself onto the bed, Tanyee helping her lift
the gown from her body. Feeling oddly vulnerable, Amanda settled back
against the soft furs. Tanyee smiled at her, lying alongside Amanda and
sliding a hand along the inside of Amanda's thigh. Amanda parted her
legs, unable to resist her own urges anymore, moaning when Tanyee's
hand slid over and into Amanda's moist mound again. Tanyee snuggled up
against Amanda's breast, taking the nipple back into her mouth, licking
and sucking.

Amanda started to pant again, feeling herself slowly rise. Tanyee's
fingers moved in ways that Amanda could not track from moment to
moment, alternating between deep strokes, light teasing, slow and
sensuous caresses, all producing subtly different sensations, each
pleasurable, but in a different way. In this way it was like Sirinna;
she was quickly rendered helpless and trembling, Tanyee knowing exactly
how to touch her to drive her to maximum arousal and keep her there.
/Good God, is this what they are all taught to do?/ Amanda thought.

Tanyee lifted herself from Amanda's breast, but now all of Amanda's
attention was focused on her own pussy. She rose more swiftly now,
panting heavily, her hips rising against Tanyee's hand. Tanyee stroked
her faster and harder, making wet sounds against Amanda's deep
moisture. Amanda grew so intensely excited as she rose that she now
pumped her hips in time to Tanyee's strokes.

"Uh! ... Uhh! ..." Amanda cried as she soared, her voice growing louder
and higher. Tanyee change the angle of her hand, and now when Amanda
lifted her hips, she thrusted Tanyee's fingers deep into her. After
only four such thrusts, Amanda gasped and crested, uttering a cry as
she started to throb, Tanyee's fingers pressing into her, giving
Amanda's clitoris slow, deep strokes, encouraging Amanda's climax to
continue.

"Uhh! Uhhhh!" Amanda cried in a strained voice as her orgasm continued
longer than any other she had had with Sirinna, even the spectacular
one Sirinna had given her earlier. By the time it started to fade,
Amanda felt spent, panting for breath, lying limp on the bed. "Oh my
God..." Amanda moaned.

"Extending orgasm is something I'm very good at," Tanyee said with a
hint of pride to her voice.

Amanda gave Tanyee a forlorn look. "You're going to be disappointed,"
she said despondently. "I don't think I could do it that well."

Tanyee smiled. "It will be fine, Amanda. Just rest a moment before you
pleasure me."



Sirinna lay snuggled against her master, her eyes closed in quiet
contentment, enjoying the feeling of his secure warmth against her
body, as well as the slow rise and fall of his broad chest under her.
One of Roquan's arms lay behind her across her waist, holding her to
him, her head tucked under his chin. She breathed in his natural aroma,
having missed it for so long, Roquan enjoying the lingering smell of
rain in her hair.

"Sirinna," Roquan said softly.

"Yes, master?" Sirinna replied without moving or opening her eyes.

"Are you still loyal to me, Sirinna?"

Sirinna's eyes popped open, and she lifted her head, looking at him
with some alarm. "Of course I am, master!" she said. "Why do you need
to ask?"

"I must be sure," Roquan said, pausing a second. "Of whom I can trust."

"Master, have I given you cause not to trust me?" Sirinna asked
worriedly.

"Amanda," Roquan said simply.

Sirinna dropped her eyes. "I was disobedient. But I was not disloyal."

She felt Roquan's arm tighten around her. "Yes, I know."

Sirinna lifted her eyes again but remained silent. If he was to tell
her more, it would have to be of his own volition, and not by her
request. It was not her place to ask, as burning as she was with the
desire to know.

"You will not let this leave this chamber," Roquan said, his eyes
regaining their steel-like edge.

"Of course not, master," Sirinna said. This was a given. All slaves
were trained to keep anything they heard from a master or mistress in
strictest confidence. A client may discuss the deepest and darkest
intrigue, he may plot murder and assassination, he may plot the
overthrow of a monarch, but the slave must let everything she hears
pass without comment or memory.

With Roquan, however, it was a little different. Sirinna knew she was
her master's favorite. She knew Roquan trusted her, and sought her
insight on matters involving training and discipline. So she was
allowed to remember and to comment. But the secrecy remained. That was
inviolate.

"The rash of disobedience among the slaves," Roquan said. "It is the
work of deliberate sabotage."

"What??" Sirinna cried.

Roquan did not expect that even as good a slave as Sirinna could meet
such a proclamation with equanimity, and thus ignored her outburst. "I
do not as yet know who has done this, or why," Roquan continued. "All I
know is that it has happened, and I am most revolted by it."

"As am I!" Sirinna said. She paused, and her eyes widened in
realization. "Master, does this mean that Tanyee ..."

"Yes, she is innocent." Roquan paused, and when he spoke again, it was
in a very low but dark voice. "She has been punished in error."

"Tanyee will be delighted to hear this! She ..."

Roquan cast his cool gaze on her and she silenced at once. He waited.

"I cannot tell her, can I?" Sirinna said in a subdued voice.

"No, Sirinna. Not now. Not until the culprit has been discovered. But I
felt you deserved to know."

Sirinna took a deep breath, allowing herself to briefly feel a strong
sense of pride that her Overlord deemed she was trustworthy enough to
know of this. "Thank you, master."

"Continue to 'train' her. Do not go any easier on her based on this
knowledge."

"Tanyee has greatly calmed herself and accepted her fate since last
night, master," Sirinna said.

"From what I saw in the Circle, she is performing splendidly," Roquan
said. "I will not hesitate to contract her out again once this matter
is resolved."

Sirinna beamed at the praise of her Trainee.

"Report to me anything you may see or hear, Sirinna," Roquan said.
"Anything that may help unmask the true culprit."

"Yes, master, I will."

"Now, I will allow you ask any question of me concerning this. You may
speak freely."

Sirinna hesitated for a long moment. Roquan looked at her expectantly.

"Just one thing," Sirinna said softly. "It ... it is in regard to
Amanda."

Roquan gave her a nod to continue.

"She told me you gave her a choice as to whether to stay in this world
or not."

"I did. I suspect I know what her choice will be."

Sirinna simply nodded once, which belied her true feelings. She could
not risk Roquan seeing the hurt in her eyes at the prospect of Amanda
leaving. "If she somehow decides to stay, master, I have a request."

Roquan uttered a small sigh and gave Sirinna a humorless smirk. "I can
imagine what it is, but go ahead."

"I wish to be her Trainer."

Even though it was exactly what Roquan had expected, he took a long
moment to answer. "You are very close to her, Sirinna," he said, his
voice edged with disapproval. "You fancy her."

Sirinna did her best to set her eyes even and steady. "Not anymore,
master."

Roquan raised an eyebrow. He studied his slave's face. "Indeed?"

"She showed you great disrespect earlier today, master," Sirinna said.
"That was unacceptable, even from one who is not a slave. I would
welcome the opportunity to correct that. She reminds me very much of
Hiatha."

"Some would say that one such as Amanda would need a very firm hand,"
Roquan said evenly. "Something Hiatha provides in abundance."

"I believe Amanda's personality would clash too much with Hiatha's,
master," Sirinna continued. She forced her breathing to remain steady.
She shifted in his arms just a touch to prevent her heartbeat from
pressing against his body and having him sense it's pounding rhythm.
"Amanda would require patience as well as a firm hand."

Roquan realized that Sirinna's logic was unassailable. Hiatha was
indeed inadequate for the challenge that one such as Amanda would
provide. Yet he sensed something was amiss here. There was something
Sirinna was not telling him. It was a vague feeling, and he did not
feel right calling her out on this if he did not know for sure.
Punishing a slave once for a slight that was not real was once too many
times for him.

"Agreed," Roquan finally said. "I grant your request."

Sirinna let her breath escape through her nose as a relieved sigh,
though her voice remained steady and firm. "Thank you, master."

Roquan's arm slid up her back. "Now ... come near me again, Sirinna,"
he said softly. "Keep me warm a little while longer."

Sirinna gladly snuggled up to him again, letting herself breathe a
little easier. /I have not lied to him,/ Sirinna thought adamantly. /I
told my master the truth. I no longer fancy Amanda./

/I love her./



Tanyee lay writhing on the furs of the bed, moaning softly as Amanda
sucked lightly on one of her nipples, the other under Amanda's
fingertips being stroked with a quick, circular motion. Between
Tanyee's legs, her mound grew wet and aching, her legs opening wide in
a silent plea to be touched.

At first, it had been awkward for Amanda. She had not known how to
start, or where, or how much. It was only after she pictured Sirinna in
her mind, and imagined herself with her instead of Tanyee that it
became easier. Once she began, Tanyee made it easy for her. She was
extremely sensitive and easily aroused, and it took but a few licks at
one nipple to send her into the state she was in now.

Amanda still felt a sense of oddness to this, of doing something that
was not quite right, the worst of it being the notion that she was
somehow cheating on Sirinna. It was a ludicrous thought. Had Sirinna
walked in at that moment, she would have likely approved of what she
saw immeasurably.

Yet seeing how Tanyee responded to Amanda's touch, and the pleasurable
noises that she made, actually was a relief to Amanda. As awkward as
this might be, at least she was doing it right. At the same time, she
was reluctant to take the next step, even though she knew Tanyee was
growing more and more excited waiting for it, Tanyee's own hands
stroking the insides of her own thighs, as if trying to direct Amanda's
attention there.

Finally Amanda realized she couldn't hold off anymore. Tanyee's noises
grew more urgent and desperate, and Amanda felt delaying any longer
would be like torturing the girl. With some trepidation, Amanda slid
her hand from Tanyee's other breast, keeping the one nipple in her
mouth, and slipped her fingers over Tanyee's mound.

"Uhhh!" Tanyee moaned as Amanda's fingers sank into wet, tender flesh.

Amanda knew she would never duplicate the deftness with which Tanyee
had stroked her, so she did the best she knew how. Tanyee moaned again
as Amanda's fingers stroked her, simple up-and-down motions, light at
first, and then more firmly, like she would do with Sirinna. Tanyee was
copiously wet, Amanda's fingers squishing as they slid over the swollen
nub at the apex between Tanyee's labia. Tanyee's hips rose into
Amanda's hand, and Amanda responded by stroking harder.

"Amanda ... i-inside ..." Tanyee panted.

Amanda lifted her head from Tanyee's breast inquisitively, and was
shocked at the depth of lust and sultriness greeted her when Tanyee's
gaze met hers.

"Y-your fingers ... p-please ... inside me ..."

Amanda nodded and curved her fingers, injecting two of them into
Tanyee's rather tight cunt. Tanyee tossed her head back and squealed in
delight, her back arching, her breathing a short, gasping pant.
Suddenly Amanda felt Tanyee's pussy spasm around her fingers, and it
was only then that she realized that Tanyee was in orgasm.

The moment Amanda started to ease up, Tanyee gasped at her, "N-no,
don't stop!"

"But ..."

"Uhhn! Keep going!"

Amanda was not sure what was happening, but she did as Tanyee wished,
continuing to stroke her, fingers thrusting in with each down-stroke.
Tanyee's moans appeared to abate, but after a short pause, they rose
again, growing to an even higher crescendo than before. Tanyee threw
her head back again and cried out, her cunt again squeezing around
Amanda's fingers with surprising force, hips bucking as she climaxed a
second time.

This time Tanyee did not rise again, and Amanda slowly eased off.
Tanyee's breathing calmed, her body settling down into the furs,
growing slowly limp. As Amanda removed her sopping fingers from
Tanyee's pussy, Tanyee gave a long, satisfied sigh, her head lolling to
one side, eyes closed.

"Um, Tanyee," Amanda said in a low voice.

"Mmm," Tanyee murmured in post-orgasmic delight. "Yes?"

"Did ... did you just c-cum twice?" Amanda said, stumbling over a word
she had never said aloud before, her cheeks flaring.

"Yes, I did," Tanyee said with a smile, opening her eyes a crack. "It's
something Sirinna taught me how to do."

Amanda stared at her. "You can /learn/ something like that?" Amanda
asked, incredulous.

"Yes. It's all about exercising and controlling a certain muscle inside
you."

"What, you don't mean ..." She paused, unable to say the words, and
gestured towards her pussy. "In /there?/"

Tanyee nodded.

"I didn't even know there /was/ a muscle in there!"

"Neither did I, until Sirinna showed me."

Amanda was rather astonished. Just how much else was there about her
own body she didn't know?

Tanyee sat up and gave Amanda a quick hug. "Thank you for pleasuring
me," she said. "I enjoyed that very much."

Amanda paused and then smiled. She was glad that Tanyee was pleased.

Was that how it was with a master or mistress? Feeling a sense of
accomplishment for giving pleasure?

"I think I want to retire for the night, Amanda," Tanyee said. "I hope
we can enjoy that again sometime before you have to go."

Amanda felt a twinge, nodding silently.

She stood and walked back to her room, Tanyee settling into bed and
extinguishing the light. Amanda paused to wash up in the sanitary
before returning to her bed. As she lay herself down on the furs, she
heard rain begin to patter outside again.

Amanda turned off her light, plunging her room into darkness. She
thought about waiting up for Sirinna so she could say good night to
her, but the darkness and the gentle, soft sounds of the rain soothed
her, and she drifted off to sleep.



Sirinna hurried across the Manor, small magical torches near the ground
sensing her approach and the moonless, cloudy night, lighting the path
in front of her, and growing dark in her wake. Her feet splashed in the
occasional puddle, the cool rain helping to calm the still-lingering
excitement from her tryst with her master.

Only now after leaving Roquan's quarters did she remember how Tanyee
liked to have one last release before going to sleep. She hoped she
could muster up a last bit of endurance for her, especially now that
she knew Tanyee was not at fault with what happened with her client.
While she intended to keep Roquan's words to herself, and to continue
to re-train Tanyee until told otherwise, she could at least not skimp
on simple comforts.

Yet when Sirinna entered her quarters, she found both Trainee quarters
already dark, and their occupants deep asleep.

Sirinna was both relieved and puzzled at this, as she remembered the
few times that Tanyee had to go without it, and she had always had
trouble sleeping those nights. Yet even as Sirinna walked into her
room, the girl did not stir, and Sirinna could hear her soft, steady
breathing.

Sirinna emerged from Tanyee's room and glanced towards Amanda's.

/I wonder .../ she thought.

She crossed the room and as quietly as possible entered Amanda's
quarters. From the very small amount of light that filtered in from the
lamp near Sirinna's bed, she could just make out Amanda's sleeping
form, sleeping peacefully, turned away from the door.

Sirinna crept up to the bed. She reached down and turned the lamp on to
its lowest setting, a tiny flame, just enough to illuminate the
contours of Amanda's body. Sirinna bent over the bed. Amanda's eyes
were closed, her body rising and falling with her gentle breathing. Her
mouth open a tiny bit. Both her arms were draw up, hands lying limp
near her face.

Sirinna smiled down at the girl, heaving a soft sigh. Sirinna brushed
her hair behind her back so it would not fall and awaken the Amanda as
she leaned over and gave Amanda a gentle kiss on her forehead. As she
did, she inhaled, and at once caught a very faint but a very familiar
aroma. She paused, and inhaled more deeply. She smelled it again, still
very faint, but definitely there, the smell of an aroused female sex,
coming from one of Amanda's hands. Just enough of the smell had
lingered on Amanda's skin after washing to allow Sirinna to detect it,
as skilled as she was at noticing such things.

/Great gods, she did do it,/ Sirinna thought.

Sirinna extinguished the lamp and quickly backed out of the room. After
closing the curtain, she uttered an emotion-laden sigh before quietly
retiring for the night.

Despite the gentle sound of the rainfall, it took her awhile to finally
fall asleep.
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