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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: Conclave of Conspiracy
Universe: Narlass Chronicles
Summary: Roquan hosts a Conclave to rally support against the Emperor;
Amanda's training is not what she expected, even less so when the
Conclave commences. And there is the mysterious foreign merchant ...

Part: 6 of 33
Keywords: MF, Mf, mf, Ff, ff, Mdom, Fdom, toys, bd, rom, magic, oral,
1st, spank

Copyright A Strange Geek, 2006

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Rennis dashed up the path to Roquan's quarters, smoothing down his hair
as best he could. He cursed himself for oversleeping again. He was
loathe to admit that this constant shuttling back and forth between his
own Manor and Roquan's was starting to take its toll on him. It was a
full day by boat and another half day over land to get from the
D'glounaas Manor to the D'ronstaq Manor. He sorely wished Roquan's
father had founded the Manor closer to the island's only port.

When he burst into the outer chamber, he was panting lightly from the
exertion. It was still early morning, but the heavy humidity made it
feel as if the heat of the day were already upon him. He immediately
saw that he was indeed late, yet the expression that Roquan cast at him
was neutral, and his voice bore no ill will when he spoke. "There is
Rennis now."

Rennis took a moment to catch his breath, tugging at his tunic to
straighten out the last of the wrinkles before stepping over to Roquan
and into the sight of the Farview form of Doran.

"Ah, good Rennis!" Doran said with a wide grin.

Rennis returned the grin with a smirk. "'Good'? You weren't saying that
just a few days ago when I bested you for that contract to Lord
K'yaran."

Doran laughed heartily. "Business is business, and not worth holding a
grudge."

Roquan raised an eyebrow at this and glared at Doran. "At least no one
ran to the Emperor over it this time," he said coolly.

Doran withered slightly. "Ah, yes, well (ahem), on to the business at
hand, now that Rennis is here."

Rennis cast a sidelong glance at Roquan. "Apologies for my tardiness."

Doran waved a beefy hand. "No need, no need. We had only just begun."

"Doran was about to tell me who, if any, he managed to sway to our
side."

"Realize, my dear Roquan, that you should not count anyone as a given.
The Conclave's the thing! That's where it will be decided."

"I must admit that I am growing impatient for it to start."

Doran chuckled. "And pass up the wonderful learning opportunity in
etiquette from Rennis here?"

Roquan bristled, but said nothing. Rennis hid a smile.

"And just how has that gone, Rennis?" Doran asked.

"Ah, quite well," Rennis said at the unexpected question, forcing his
face to a more serious expression. Yet he could not resist a joke at
the Overlord's expense. "I don't think he'll quite insult everyone the
first day."

Roquan folded his arms and gave the two of them an indignant look. "If
you two are quite through ... /evaluating/ me ..."

"Roquan, sorry to put it bluntly, but this is no time for your ego,"
said Doran flatly.

Roquan blinked at this. This was the second time now in his life
someone had said something like that to him. The other time had been
his Healer Vanlo, back when they were still trying to piece together
what troubles had befallen the Manor.

"/Nevertheless/," said Roquan loudly. "I would hope that my words and
my evidence will carry the day where protocol may fail. What has
happened is of such great import that it should transcend mere custom."

Rennis sighed inwardly. He still had a long way to go with the man.

Doran did not hide his disappointment at this statement, but chose not
to agitate Roquan further. "Rest assured, I have relayed your words and
your evidence to each of them. Yet even then, they will insist on
something in return. And I must admit, Roquan, you are doing me no
favors by your aggressive push into the domestic slave market."

"And what would have me do, Doran? I'd remind you of why I am being
forced to do this. I am doing what I can to stay ahead financially."

"But not at the other Overlords' expense! Not until you convince them
of the merits of your case."

"And even then, Roquan," Rennis said. "As I told you before, they will
expect something in return."

Roquan sighed, exasperated. "I have little to give."

"No, you just don't want to part with anything."

"If I were to trade slaves away for a promise of support, that would
leave me in no better position than if I left the matter alone."

"I never said you would have to trade slaves away."

"Then what? What is it they want? Doran, do you know?"

"Oh, I do," Doran said with a smirk. "But you don't want to hear it."

Roquan paused, then took a good guess, his eyes growing hard. "No, I do
not. I have had enough of hearing about the Urisi."

"Roquan, you're going to hear about it a whole lot more when the
Conclave arrives," Rennis said.

"I have made my position on that very clear ..."

"Get over it already, Roquan!"

Both Roquan and Doran fell into a surprised silence at Rennis'
outburst.

The days with too little sleep had caught up to Rennis, and he was
giving vent to his frustrations over both it and Roquan's stubbornness.
"Stop treating your slaves like they were fragile glass, ready to
shatter if you mishandled them in the slightest! Give some of your
older ones credit for having a little more resilience than that."

Roquan cast a hotly indignant gaze at his friend. "And who are you to
decide what I should do with my slaves? You are not one to talk,
Rennis. You have also shunned trade with the Urisi."

Rennis gave Roquan an even look.

"Ah," Roquan said simply, an icy edge to his voice as he looked away.
"I see."

"He did it at my suggestion, Roquan," said Doran. "Very soon after we
first spoke."

"The Urisi are not quite as bad as you think they are," Rennis said,
forcing his voice into a more calm tone. "Yes, their Slavemasters are
rather more strict and punishment-oriented than most Overlords, but if
you send them the right slaves, they do well."

"And they do not deny orgasm until the slave begs for sexual release?
They do not make slaves go days at a time without touching them
sexually? They do not restrain them in uncomfortable positions for half
a day at a time?"

"And we don't do that to our slaves on occasion?"

"That is merely a training exercise, to teach submissiveness, and to
prepare them in the case ..."

" ... in the case that client might happen to do that to them! You just
made my argument for me!"

"But we blacklist clients that do such a thing!" Roquan thundered.

"/You/ blacklist them, Roquan," Doran interjected firmly. "Not all
Overlords are so limited in their thinking!"

Roquan gave Doran an amazed look. "/Limited?/" He turned and stared
hard at Rennis. "Is that why you did it? So you would not appear
/limited/ as well?"

"No, Roquan, I did it to help you," Rennis said.

Roquan looked nonplussed at this and said nothing.

"Rennis speaks the truth," Doran declared. "Roquan, you suffer from a
lack of respect among the other Overlords. Rennis, however, has some
better ties with them. They know you two are close. If they see Rennis
concede a point, they will hold out hope that you will as well. They
know how Rennis can be, ah, persuasive where you are concerned."

Roquan paused for a long moment. What he did not want to admit was that
Doran's logic was unassailable. Finally, he was beginning to believe
that perhaps he should have "played the game" more, as distasteful as
he found it to be. Yet he did not want to yield so easily. He did not
want to appear weak in front of them.

"Then answer me this," he said in a calmer voice. "If they do not wish
the competition on the domestic front, why would they want me in the
foreign market to the east?"

Rennis chuckled. "Never heard or riding on the coattails of someone
else's reputation before?"

"Of course I have. I simply have never had to do it."

"Exactly."

Roquan paused as enlightenment came to him. So that was it. It was
another tacit admission from the other Overlords of the simple fact
that Roquan's slaves were the best in Oceanus.

"The other Overlords are not penetrating the Urisi market as far as
they would like, are they?" Roquan asked. He rarely felt smug about
anything, but this time he felt justified in indulging himself.

"The Urisi enjoy private ownership of slaves, as you know," Doran
commented.

"Yes. Utterly barbaric."

"/Be that as it may/, that's considered a huge asset. We're competing
with their native Slavemasters, who have been training slaves for as
long as we have."

"And not very well, I might add. They break a slave's spirit."

"Not everyone can make a Draught of Forgetfulness like we can," Rennis
commented lightly.

Roquan rounded on him. "As I stated before, Rennis, we do not speak of
such things ..."

"Fine, we won't speak of it. But know this: the nobility over there
knows you. By name. They want your slaves. That will whet their
appetite for more. You can't possibly satisfy all of them, so the rest
of us go in and offer our slaves right behind you."

"And make money from my reputation," Roquan scoffed.

"Roquan, get over yourself! You can't just ...!"

"Gentlemen," Doran said suddenly.

Both Roquan and Rennis turned to face Doran. His image had faded a bit.

"I fear the energies in my Farviewing pearl are waning, so we must wrap
this up quickly. I will have to leave it to Rennis to further convince
you on the merits of the Urisi option."

Roquan's eyes burned at this, but he said nothing.

"Now, I have finished arrangements. The Conclave will arrive in a
little more than a half-moon from now."

Rennis' eyebrows shot up. "That soon?"

"And Roquan, let me tell you this now so you may prepare. The one you
want to work on the most out of all the Overlords is Freya."

Now it was Roquan's turn to look surprised. "Freya D'yros?"

"Hellfire, she hates Roquan. How did you manage to sway her?"

Doran frowned. "I suspect she has her own agenda. She wants something,
I could sense that much. Just don't know what."

Roquan exchanged a look with Rennis. Each of them knew having Freya on
their side would be a huge advantage. As the only female Overlord in
Oceanus, she tended to attract the most attention from the other
Overlords. Where she went, the rest generally followed. Where Doran
used his way with words to sway others, Freya used her charisma and her
voluptuous body.

"I will likely not contact you again before the Conclave, Roquan, so I
look forward to seeing you in the flesh. It will have been a long time
indeed."

Roquan gave a single respectful nod, temporarily speechless at this
possible hopeful turn to his fortunes.

Doran gave them one last smile before his image quickly faded and
vanished.

"I don't like it."

Roquan looked askance at the other Overlord. "I beg your pardon?"

Rennis' face was drawn into a deep frown. "Freya is not one to be
trusted, Roquan."

"And here you were telling me I should listen to Doran!"

"Doran sometimes overestimates the power of his words, especially when
dealing with Freya. Most men -- even Overlords -- tend to have little
reasoning ability around her."

"But to have her on our side, Rennis ..."

"Yes, wouldn't that be wonderful?" The sarcasm was heavy in Rennis'
voice. "But I suspect that whoever she supports in this will be
whoever's bedchamber appeals to her the most. Unfortunately, that is
usually how she also gets someone to give her what she wants."

Roquan straightened, anger flickering in his eyes. "If you think me
some addle-minded boy with more lust than sense ..."

Rennis raised a hand. "I didn't say that, Roquan. One coupling, no
matter how intense, would not be enough to sway someone like you, but
that's just one thing she may try. Now, if you were paying attention
more closely to what the other Overlords were doing, you'd know that
she visited Gronnus' Manor just before the Emperor canceled the
agreement. Right after, Gronnus generously parted with some of his best
slaves. Guess who got them?"

"Freya is not purchasing any of my slaves," Roquan declared. "None will
be for sale, regardless of her appearance of lack thereof in my
bedchamber. Not from what I hear of how she treats her slaves."

"Just the same, watch your back around her."

Roquan considered for a moment. "Do you believe she may be swayed to
Gronnus' side, Rennis?"

"I've been so busy going back and forth between your Manor and mine
that I have not kept as close tabs on them as I would have liked,"
Rennis said sourly. "But I do know that Gronnus has been absent from
his Manor for days at a time."

Roquan sighed. "It is getting such that I will be unaware of who I can
trust. If anyone."

"Me you can trust. Doran you can trust. Anyone after that, let them
prove they can be trusted."

Roquan was silent, his eyes subdued.

"Will you be ready for this, Roquan?" Rennis asked earnestly.

"As ready as I can be," Roquan admitted.

"What about Amanda?"

Roquan was surprised at the question, but chose not to show it.
"Improving."

"Not exactly a ringing endorsement."

"Sirinna has accelerated her training. It appears she is picking up her
new skills fairly quickly, at least at a basic level."

"And her attitude?"

"Better than it was, for the most part."

Rennis frowned. "Still doesn't sound good."

"Would you care to see for yourself?"

Now Rennis was surprised. "Are you quite serious?"

Roquan cracked a small smile. "You were the one who told me I should
adhere to custom more closely. Would you, a visiting Overlord, not care
to see my Trainee, then? I shall be highly insulted if you refuse."

Rennis laughed. He gave his friend a wry grin. "You'll be insulted
anyway, since I'm shamelessly using it as a chance to see Sirinna
again."



The first thing that Amanda noticed that told her there was going to be
another change to her routine was the fact that Sirinna left her wrists
bound behind her when they arrived at the Circle that morning. Normally
the first thing her mistress did was remove them, so her hands would be
free for more practice.

She was almost disappointed. She was actually starting to enjoy what
she was doing. Using her hands seemed to come naturally to her once
Sirinna showed her the basic techniques. She particularly enjoyed the
one where Sirinna showed her how to hold and gently tug on the balls to
prolong the rise to orgasm; it made her feel like she was in control
rather than the other way around.

Garas was already there and standing near the center of the circle. He
gave Amanda a small smile, his cock already half-hard in anticipation.
Amanda blushed lightly at this, but considered it a compliment. So
whatever was going to happen, she knew it would at least involve him.

Unfortunately, Marisa was there as well. With her hands still
restrained, Amanda felt very vulnerable as the older slave looked her
over appraisingly. Worse, a few days before, Sirinna had applied a
salve to Amanda's sex that removed all her pubic hair, leaving her
pussy completely bare. She didn't think she could feel any more naked
than she already was, but since then she blushed anytime someone
happened to look at her for more than a few moments at a time.

Sirinna grasped Amanda's arm and made a gesture with her hand. Amanda
knew what it meant but was confused at why it was being asked of her,
and she hesitated a moment. Sirinna repeated it and gave the chain a
gentle tug. Amanda carefully lowered herself to her knees.

Marisa cast a dubious look at both Trainer and Trainee. "Advancing to
this already, Sirinna? You've barely touched on what she can do with
her hands."

"I believe she's far enough along for this, Marisa," Sirinna said
evenly, a polite smile on her face. "She has been picking up things
very quickly."

Amanda allowed herself a small and slightly smug smile at this praise,
which she made sure Marisa noticed.

"I haven't seen what she can do with a female yet."

"I have had prior experience with her. I can assure you her skills in
that area are quite good."

"I'd like to see that for myself at some point."

Sirinna smiled brilliantly at her. "At some point."

Marisa raised an eyebrow, but said nothing more in reply. Instead, her
attention appeared to be distracted for a moment by something behind
Amanda and Sirinna. After a moment, her lips curled into a sly smile
that made Amanda nervous, but she did not dare try to turn around to
see what was happening. She glanced up at Sirinna, but it did not
appear that her mistress had noticed it.

So was Roquan watching them now again?

"Now, Amanda," Sirinna said, startling her a bit. "I'm going to start
teaching you something else today. You've shown yourself to be very
good with your hands. Now I'd like to see how well you can do with your
mouth."

Amanda's eyes widened. She turned her gaze forward and saw Garas
approaching her, his manhood rising to full hardness.

Her heart started to pound. She knew she was going to have to do this
eventually, just not so soon. For the past week or so, she could not
shake the feeling that Sirinna was rushing her. Each day was something
new, before she had a chance to get used to what she had learned the
day before. At first she thought it was just her, but now Marisa's
comment had confirmed it.

Her eyes locked on Garas' manhood. It seemed unnaturally large to her,
lightly pulsing with his heartbeat as it stood barely inches from her
face. Somehow she felt this was more intimate than having it inside her
pussy.

Amanda nearly jumped when Sirinna placed a hand on her shoulder.
Sirinna could feel Amanda's body quivering. "It's okay to be a little
nervous," Sirinna said softly.

"Mistress, d-do you need to keep me restrained like this?" Amanda asked
in a small voice.

"It's just to help you concentrate on using just your mouth, that's
all. Later I'll teach you to use both your mouth and hands in
combination."

Amanda nodded quickly. She tried to take a deep breath to calm herself,
but it did little good. For the first time in awhile she was very
conscious of the others watching her.

"Like everything else, we'll take it slowly. One step at a time. Now,
I'd like you to slide your knees apart just a bit more ... "

Amanda complied, heat flashing over her skin as more of her hairless
pussy was exposed. She felt embarrassed for the first time in a month.

"Lift your head and look straight ahead."

Amanda was forced to lift her gaze to Garas' cock again.

"Now, Amanda, just remain still until I tell you. Garas, place the head
just on her lips."

Garas complied, and now Amanda trembled with the familiar mix of fear
and excitement as she remained posed in a still, soft kiss on his head
of Garas' cock. A very slightly musky odor tickled her nose. In her
mind, she compared it to what she would smell from Sirinna's aroused
pussy. It was different, but subtly familiar at the same time.

"Lay your tongue flat on the bottom of your mouth," Sirinna directed.
"Then, we start it like we did when I taught you to use your hands:
slow and light. Part your lips and lean forward, and start to take him
inside your mouth."

Amanda hesitated a moment, taking a deep breath and letting it go
through her nose. She opened her mouth and let Garas' cock slide
inside.

Her heart hammered in her chest as his swollen head penetrated past her
lips and slid over her tongue. She heard a soft intake of breath from
Garas. It didn't feel as overly large as she thought it might. At the
same time, she was hardly placing any pressure on his penis at all.

She had him halfway into her when Sirinna intoned, "Now stop there and
remain still for a moment."

Amanda was trying to resist the urge to clamp her lips around him more
firmly. She need not have bothered, for Sirinna cupped one hand under
Amanda's chin and coaxed her into doing just that.

"Like when you used your hands, it's not as delicate as you think,"
Sirinna explained. "Just use only your lips for now."

Amanda felt her mouth growing wet. It made her want to continue on to
the next step, if for no other reason than to avoid drooling from
having him in her mouth for so long.

Sirinna placed her hand behind Amanda's head. "Now ... slow and gentle
... let me guide you at first."

She carefully pushed Amanda's head forward. Amanda's mouth slid further
down Garas' cock, her tongue pressing firmly against the underside of
his shaft. Sirinna relented just as he filled her mouth completely,
just short the head growing uncomfortably close to the back of her
throat.

"Now back ..."

Amanda drew back a little quickly and he nearly popped out of her
mouth. Her cheeks flushed bright red.

"No, it's okay," Sirinna said in a soothing voice. "Just do it a little
more slowly next time and keep his head inside you. Now, let's try
again ..."

Amanda felt the pressure on the back of her head again. Her heart raced
as she bobbed her head forward and then back, this time avoiding the
mistake. Sirinna's touch grew a little more insistent, making her
increase the pace slowly. Finally, Sirinna lifted her hand away.

Garas' cock slid steadily over her tongue and lips, the muskiness of
his arousal increasing. He even seemed to harden more inside her, and
she heard his breath quicken. Amanda could scarcely believe she was
doing this.

"Very good, Amanda. Now, just keep that pace for a bit. Don't go any
faster yet, or you'll drive him too far too fast. But here's what you
can do. Try tilting your head back a little as you pull back."

It took Amanda a few times to coordinate it, but she quickly managed to
do as she was told. She angled her head back each time her mouth slid
back, opening her mouth a bit each time.

"No, no, keep your mouth clamped around him. Trust me on this."

Amanda hesitated, but complied. When she heard a groan from Garas, she
initially was sure he had hurt him, as it seemed to her she was placing
more pressure on it on the back-stroke. It took her a moment to realize
it was a noise of pleasure.

Sirinna grinned. "See what I mean? It's more flexible than you give it
credit for."

Amanda was suddenly quite pleased. Her first time doing this, and it
was already eliciting a pleasant reaction from her partner. She wished
she could see Marisa's face right now.

"All right, now slow down a bit, and I'll have you do something else."

The next thing Sirinna showed her was how to use her tongue on his
shaft. She had Amanda release him from her mouth and turn her head to
one side. She guided Amanda through balancing his cock on her tongue
and running up and down his length along the underside.

"A little faster ... oops, tilt your head back more and he won't slip
off ... much better!"

Garas was panting by this time, rising slowly from Amanda's
ministrations.

Sirinna smiled. "Hear that? You're having a very nice effect on him,
I'd say."

Amanda felt another flash of heat over her, and a familiar tingle
started in her sex. She wasn't sure whether to feel shocked or relieved
that she was growing aroused over this.

"Take him back inside your mouth and go back to what you were doing
before, only a little faster now."

Amanda did so even before Sirinna had finished with her command. Her
head bobbed back and forth eagerly as she sensed she was doing
something right. Garas' pants rose, and Amanda could see his balls
trying to slowly draw up towards his body.

"Oh, very good! I think you'll pick this up quickly as well."

Part of her renewed enthusiasm was simply because she was growing
increasingly excited sexually. Her pussy was wet and ached to be
touched. Yet it caused mixed feelings inside her. Was she reacting this
way because it was normal for her, or was she finally being
"conditioned" properly in her training?

Or perhaps she wasn't feeling quite as pressured as she had initially
felt?

"Now, let me show you one more thing."

Sirinna had Amanda pull her head back until just short of letting him
drop from her mouth, his head squeezed between her lips. At Sirinna's
direction, Amanda tilted her head back and balanced the head of his
cock against her open lips. She then extended her tongue under him and
lashed back and forth at the spot just behind the head.

Garas uttered a low, loud groan, his body tensing.

"Relent, and take him back inside," Sirinna directed.

When his cock reentered her mouth and she next took a breath, she was
surprised to find a new odor emanating from him, the same one she
smelled right after he had climaxed by her hand. She shuddered softly,
and tasted a small bit of salty stickiness on her tongue.

"Normally I don't make a Trainee do this the first time, Amanda, but I
think you can do this. I'm going to let him cum in your mouth. Slow
down a little so he doesn't get there too quickly before I can explain
it to you."

Amanda eyed Garas' balls warily. They had ascended quite a bit. He was
already very close.

"Now, when I tell you, you begin quick, firm strokes. Not too deep.
When he starts to cum, slow down and use your tongue to massage him
just past the head. Keep your lips around him, don't try to swallow
until I tell you. Okay, begin."

Amanda took a breath through her nose and bobbed her head back and
forth relentlessly on his shaft.

She had been right. He had already been very close. Barely four or five
into it and he uttered a low cry, his cock throbbing in her mouth. The
first splash of his warm seed caught her by surprise, spurting a bit
far towards the back of her throat. By the time she managed to remember
to change her strokes, it seemed to her as if he were filling her mouth
with his cum, even though she knew there was simply not that much to be
had. When she exhaled, the very strong aroma of his seed nearly
overwhelmed her, causing her to moan softly.

"Slow down. Slower," Sirinna intoned as Garas' climax faded. "Tilt your
head back more. Pull back. Keep your lips tight."

Amanda felt his seed pooled on her tongue as his now softening penis
slipped from her mouth. One small drop escaped and rolled down her
chin.

Sirinna smiled. "Now, pull back ... and ... swallow."

Amanda had to do it twice to feel like she managed to get all of it
down, but after she did, she let go with a long, soft sigh. Her body
trembled with both relief and lingering excitement.

"That was very good, Amanda," said Sirinna.

"I think I would agree with that, Sirinna, if this were indeed her
first time at it."

Amanda did not even flinch at the sound of Roquan's voice anymore. She
had caught so many glimpses of him watching her training that it no
longer bothered her to have him there. She was rather curious as to why
he was so intent on keeping such close tabs on her. He rarely visited
the Circle before Amanda had been collared. Surely she was not the
source of his renewed interest. She assumed she would be just another
slave to him by now.

It was the second voice, however, that made Amanda flinch in surprise.

"Of course, she's that good her first time, Roquan. After all, look who
was teaching her."

Sirinna's face lit up as she turned her gaze towards the two Overlords.
"Good day to you, Master Rennis! Thank you for honoring us with your
presence at the Circle."

Yes, Amanda had been right. That was Rennis D'glounaas. She felt oddly
embarrassed. After all, it had been her words that originally got him
kicked out of the Manor, making Roquan believe Rennis had been the one
behind the poisoning of Roquan's slaves. It had been the most
reprehensible act possible against an Overlord: administering an herb
to his slaves such that it subjected them to random acts of
disobedience. While Amanda had reported only what she had seen and
heard -- herself having been tricked by the Imperial agent -- and
despite the fact that it had turned out all right in the end, she still
felt bad about it.

Sirinna gave the chain a tug and made a quick gesture. Amanda rose to
her feet, suppressing a small whimper as she realized that her pussy
was still very wet and very warm, her movements stimulating it mildly
for a few moments.

Both Overlords stepped forward as Amanda turned to face them. Rennis
gave her a wry smile, his eyes darting down her nude body and back up
again. "So you are the same girl I remember from a moon or or so ago,
hmm?"

Too nonplussed at being addressed by him, Amanda did not answer at
first until Sirinna gave her chain a light snap. "Uh, y-yes, master."

"I can still see the same fire in her that she had before," Rennis
commented to Roquan. "It's in her eyes. Very good that she's kept
that."

"Indeed," Roquan said evenly, his eyes coolly evaluating as they gazed
hard at Amanda. "Sometimes it is to her detriment, however."

Rennis gestured briefly towards Amanda's nether regions. "At least she
managed to enjoy this aspect of her training today."

Amanda blinked and glanced down herself. Moisture glistened clearly on
her still aroused mound. The realization that a lack of pubic hair
announced the level of her sexual excitement to the world made her
blush scarlet.

She felt another tug on the collar. "Eyes up and forward when in the
presence of the Overlord, Amanda," Sirinna admonished softly.

"As you can see, she still has a lot to learn about protocol," Roquan
said with some disdain in his voice as Amanda lifted her gaze.

"Ah, but the focus is on her pleasuring skills, remember?" Rennis said
with a grin. "And there Amanda appears to have a good start, at least
with the males."

"That will be her primary focus, yes."

"It would be good for her to learn how to pleasure a woman as well.
After all, you might need that leverage with Freya."

Roquan glanced at Sirinna, who gave him a nervous look in return. His
eyes flicked down to Amanda briefly. In the space of a few seconds,
Roquan realized that Amanda had yet to be told about the Presenting.
"We'll discuss her at another time, not here."

Rennis looked a bit surprised at the mild rebuke, but decided not to
push it. "In any case, I would be interested to see how she fares in
that capacity as well at some point."

Amanda puzzled at the conversation between the Overlords, and the looks
exchanged between Roquan and Sirinna. What was that all about? And who
was Freya?

Before she could contemplate the matter any further, she caught
movement out of the corner of her eye, and saw the attention of the two
Overlords shift.

"If I may suggest, masters," said Marisa in a reverent, respectful
voice, though a wicked smile played at the corner of her lips. "Sirinna
has said that Amanda already has considerable skill in this area.
Perhaps she might allow her Trainee to show her ability for you?"

Amanda's mouth fell open as if to protest. Instead, she whipped her
head around and gave Sirinna a stricken look.

"You're Marisa, correct?" Rennis asked.

Marisa smiled and bowed her head once. "Yes, Master Rennis. I am
honored you remember by name."

"Roquan has mentioned you on occasion."

"Master Roquan has been gracious enough to allow me to assist Sirinna
in training Amanda where I can."

Sirinna's hand gripped the chain she held more tightly, but otherwise
she showed no overt reaction. Amanda side-stepped closer to her
mistress.

Roquan paused. He, too, thought Marisa a bit audacious in her
forwardness, but as his oldest and most experienced slave with a near
spotless record, she was allowed some leeway. "This is true. At
Sirinna's discretion, of course."

"Of course, master," Marisa said immediately. "And I would be happy to
assist here, if Master Rennis wished a demonstration of Amanda's
prowess."

Rennis smiled. "I have to admit, I wouldn't mind a look, Roquan."

"Sirinna, is Amanda skilled in this area?" Roquan asked.

"Yes, master, she is, though only I and Tanyee have been her partners."

"Then this is perhaps a good opportunity for her to branch out, as it
were. If you concur, that is."

Sirinna's hand tightened reflexively again on the end of the chain. "Of
course, master."

Amanda let a despairing sigh loose through her nose. No, she didn't
hate Sirinna for that. She knew Sirinna had no choice. To refuse the
Overlord like that in front of so many others was simply not possible.

Sirinna looked over to Marisa. Her expression was polite and
respectful, but there was a cool edge to her eyes. "Shall I remove her
restraints for you?"

"No need. After all, the purpose of today's lesson was to teach her how
to use her mouth. I'm sure she'll be just fine."

Amanda swallowed, her hands clenching and unclenching. The cuffs now
felt more restrictive than ever. She felt trapped.

Marisa gave Amanda a sly smile and a wink that made her shudder before
turning towards one of the larger trees near the edge of the Circle.
Sirinna snapped the chain lightly when Amanda initially hesitated
before following. Marisa stood under one of the thicker branches and
reached up, stretching a bit as she grabbed at something. The next
moment, what looked like a large piece of hard leather dropped from the
branch and swung from two thick straps attached at either end.

Marisa grasped the straps and wriggled her ass into the curve of the
leather, forming a snug seat against her cheeks. The seat was low
enough that her feet could sit on the ground with her legs bent at the
knees. She smiled and spread her legs wide, revealing a moist and
gently swollen mound. She reached down between her legs and spread the
labia apart, revealing the wet pinkness beyond. Her clitoris was rather
well-pronounced, more so than in any other partner Amanda had had.

"Bring her over here, please, Sirinna."

Amanda swallowed again and had to be gently nudged by Sirinna into
moving. Trembling, she staggered a bit as she approached Marisa, and
hesitated again before dropping to her knees before Marisa's aroused
sex.

"It's all yours, Amanda," Marisa said in a low, wicked voice. "Make me
cum."

Amanda leaned forward. The smell of Marisa's arousal was very strong
and musky, and for a moment she thought she could not breathe. Before
she could consider pulling back, Marisa had put a hand behind Amanda's
head and pushed the girl's face into her pussy.

Amanda whimpered and briefly struggled, earning another snap of the
chain. She obeyed and subsided, and began to lick at Marisa's
womanhood. Her movements were quick and furtive at first, until she
felt Sirinna's hand on her shoulder, gently squeezing. "A little
slower, Amanda. Take your time."

She wanted to do anything but take her time. She wanted to get this
over with. It had been as she feared it might be. She held little
enthusiasm for pleasing the likes of Marisa.

At the same time, she did not want Sirinna to look bad in front of the
two Overlords, after she practically gushed about Amanda's prowess in
this area. Amanda tried hard to forget for whom she was doing this and
concentrated just on giving pleasure, as if she were doing it for
someone like Sirinna.

Amanda's tongue now played more carefully about Marisa's womanhood,
slow and firm strokes that made it swell even more under her
ministrations. She shifted her attentions downward a bit, and used the
tip of her tongue to flick at the tip, alternating between this and
furtive thrusts at the entrance to Marisa's tunnel.

"Mmm ... not too bad for a beginner," Marisa commented in a husky
voice, her fingers playing with Amanda's hair. It was too much like a
tender gesture of Sirinna's for her comfort. "Thought not as
enthusiastic as I'd expect."

Sirinna dropped down to her knees behind Amanda. "You're doing fine,"
she said softly into her ear. She placed her hands lightly on Amanda's
shoulders, paused, then slid them slowly and sensuously down Amanda's
sides.

Amanda suddenly drew in her breath sharply at her lover's obviously
provocative touch. Her body trembled as Sirinna's hands explored her
hips and flirted with the insides of her thighs. She let her breath go
as a soft sigh through her nose, pressing her lips to Marisa's pussy
and sucking at Marisa's womanhood.

Marisa flinched in surprise. "Oh! ... Oh my ... that's rather better
..."

Sirinna's hands cupped Amanda's breasts. Amanda whimpered again, her
nipples hardening in Sirinna's fingers. She tilted her head back and
sucked harder at Marisa, her lips closing around it as her tongue
lashed.

Marisa moaned. "Oh yes ... good ... mmm ..."

Sirinna played with one of Amanda's nipples while her other hand
slipped over Amanda's mound. Amanda moaned as fingers slid into the
renewed wetness.

Marisa smiled at Sirinna. "Some might say that's cheating, Sirinna,"
she said in a very low voice.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Marisa," Sirinna replied
evenly.

Amanda panted hard through her nose as she felt herself rising. She
pressed her face against Marisa's hot pussy, licking hard and fast. Now
Marisa started to pant as well as she was driven upwards along with
Amanda. Marisa gripped the straps holding her seat with both hands and
leaned back.

"I take it you have no more doubts of Amanda's skill?" Sirinna asked
sweetly.

Marisa moaned again, her muscles tensing as she soared upwards, her
head tilting back. Amanda was shaking, Sirinna's fingers relenting,
leaving her hanging high but short of her peak.

She understood. She had to finish Marisa first, then she could have her
own reward.

It did not take long. Marisa shuddered, then uttered a single, long,
low moan as her cunt pulsed hard, her hips jerking in the seat. She
panted hard and arched her back as Amanda sucked the woman's clitoris
between her lips again. She let it pop from her mouth, causing Marisa
to gasp and jerk again. Just as it looked as if Amanda would relent,
she dipped forward again and lapped again at Marisa still
over-sensitized womanhood.

"Oh ... gods ..." Marisa croaked, her hips jerking violently.

Amanda did not stop. She did it to Marisa again. And then again.
Marisa's breathing came as loud, ragged gasps.

"I think she's had enough, Amanda," Sirinna said, a slightly
admonishing tone to her voice.

Amanda finally pulled back. She gasped as Sirinna's fingers sank into
her still very wet cunt. She closed her eyes and moaned in
ever-strident tones as she soared upwards again. This time, Sirinna did
not relent, and she barreled over the top.

Amanda uttered a loud moan and leaned back into Sirinna as she
throbbed, letting Sirinna's skilled fingers draw out her climax to a
slow, pleasant drop. She drew in her breath and let it go as a deep,
satisfied sigh as Sirinna's fingers withdrew from her slot.

Marisa drew herself up in her seat. "Not too bad, Sirinna," she said in
a still breathless voice. "A bit crude. Could use some work on her
follow-through."

Amanda ignored Marisa's criticism. She felt like she had given some
small measure of revenge. She knew she could not string Marisa along
just short of cumming; she wasn't experienced enough to know how to do
such a thing. But she remembered how she had made Sirinna orgasm
continuously until she had to be told to stop. That had largely been
born out of ignorance at the time, but she had since refined that
technique and used it to more pleasant ends during her time with
Sirinna in the evenings.

When she had done it to Marisa, it had been on purpose, and not
intended to be pleasant. And from the way Marisa looked at her, Marisa
knew this as well.

This suited Amanda just fine.

"Very good, Amanda," Sirinna said, and bid her to rise to her feet.

"Interesting," Rennis said with a humorless smile to his friend.
"Wouldn't you say?"

Amanda turned her head. Roquan's cool gaze met her defiant one. In that
moment, Roquan came to the sad realization that in her time as a slave,
Amanda had learned nothing of what it means to /be/ a slave.

"Yes, indeed," he finally said in a carefully controlled voice. "Quite
interesting."
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