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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: 15 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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"My dear Gronnus, just what was that all about?"

Gronnus returned Freya's cool look with a level one of his own as the
two of them stood on the path just outside the gazebo. "Why, whatever
do you mean, Freya?"

"Do not play coy with me," she said, a warning tone edging into her
voice. "You practically challenged Roquan to a final debate and vote
right then and there."

"The other Overlords might have taken me up on it had not that windbag
Doran droned on about tradition. What would he know about it!"

"You seem to misunderstand me, Gronnus, and that's a dangerous thing to
do."

Gronnus gave Freya an indignant look. "I'm not accustomed to hearing
threats from other Overlords."

"It wasn't a threat. It was a promise."

Gronnus said nothing in reply, but instead looked off into the
distance, his face stony.

Freya was undeterred. "I do not want this Conclave to end anytime soon.
Not until I have what I want."

"I warn you, Freya, I am not going to hold back. I am going to be
attempting to sway as many Overlords to our -- excuse me, /my/ -- side
as possible."

"Nothing says you cannot do this, Gronnus. Just don't get any ideas in
your head about calling for a vote quickly. Not unless you want me to
have a change of heart."

Gronnus looked at Freya. "Change of heart? Can I take that to mean that
..."

"That I support you?" Freya smirked. "Amazing as it sounds, yes, I do.
Roquan is a fool. This has been and is now about that trade agreement
and nothing more, even though he cleverly avoids mentioning it. Doran
has coached him well on that score, at least."

"And his accusations about the Emperor?"

"The Emperor is indeed playing the part of an even bigger fool than
Roquan. However, we shall set him right, as always. We don't need a
coup for that."

Gronnus simply gave a small nod of acknowledgment. Sometimes knowing
the hard truth was a detriment. Z'haas' actions still grated on him. He
deserved to be usurped! Doran was right, in his own way. The Emperor
was trampling on centuries of tradition. And yet, here he was
supporting it, albeit indirectly. If he succeeded against Roquan, it
would be a bitter victory.

He simply had to trust that it was indeed best for Oceanus.

"Now, enough of this," Freya said, pulling Gronnus closer and lowering
her voice. "What of the Amanda girl?"

"I would say we will soon see for ourselves, won't we?" Gronnus said
with a sly grin.

"That's not what I meant. What was your plan for her, before you shared
your information with me?"

"I would simply exercise my right to have her after the Presenting. And
encourage as many Overlords as possible to do the same. And as often as
possible."

Freya's lips curled into a wicked smile. "So you did have the same idea
I did."

"It stands to reason, Freya. A girl that is ... as she is ... cannot be
trained properly. This would be the perfect way to plant the seed among
the other Overlords about her."

Her smile faded slightly. "Or perhaps not."

Gronnus frowned at her. "What are you talking about?"

"You really believe that alone will allow the Overlords to leap to the
conclusion you wish?"

"I didn't necessarily say that!" Gronnus growled. "But it would make my
accusation along those lines more plausible!"

"And you seem to forget that I do not wish that to become an issue any
further. It is better that only you and I know."

"Freya, be reasonable about this ..."

"No, Gronnus, you are not the one to claim reason. You make such an
accusation and manage to make it stick, and I lose my chance to acquire
her. That would make me very unhappy. You do not wish me unhappy, now
do you?"

She smiled sweetly at him.

Gronnus sighed. "No, I suppose not." He glanced down the path leading
back into the Manor proper, just as Roquan and Amanda appeared in the
distance. "So you do not wish to stick with the original plan?"

"Oh, no, we will have her, and will we get the others to have her,"
Freya said with a sly grin. "But I will make sure that I have her more
than once."

Gronnus gaped at her. "But that is against tradition! No Overlord has
the same Presentee more than once!"

Freya looked bored. "As much as Doran might like it to be, I am simply
not such a slave to tradition as he is."

Gronnus sighed in exasperation. "All right, then, why you?"

"So I can make the 'startling revelation' about her and confront Roquan
with it. I am sure I can get her to slip. Consider it the first step in
breaking her. Oh, and Gronnus? Let me have her first."

"As long as no others claim her as well."

"They will not. I will make my interest in her very clear and they will
back off."

Gronnus drew in a deep breath and let it go. He did not care to admit
that she was likely quite correct in that assessment. They would indeed
defer to her. He loathed Freya for using her gender to gain advantage.

"Come, let's get back inside," Freya said with a smirk. "The show it
about to begin."



Amanda forced herself to breathe slowly and deeply as she walked before
her Overlord up the path towards the bluff. It managed to keep her from
trembling, but did little to stop her heart from pounding. She had to
keep herself outwardly calm. Already Roquan had corrected her once just
on the way here for clenching her hands behind her back.

Apparently, appearance was everything.

As they approached the end of the path, the top of the gazebo rising
into view, Amanda lifted her eyes and fixed them forward. She tried her
best to leave within them a look of passivity and calm. She must not
show them any fear or willfulness in that gaze. She tried to relax the
muscles in her neck and shoulders, so she would appear compliant and
submissive.

When she reached the top of the bluff, and she saw the other Overlords
for the first time, her composure threatened to unravel. Yet she
managed not to hesitate, or betray her brief flicker of shock and
panic.

As all eyes turned towards her, she realized a distressing truth.
Standing naked before a group of fully clothed, powerful men was a
vastly different experience from appearing naked before other naked
slaves. The embarrassment she felt over such a thing her first day
swept over her again, and her cheeks felt flushed.

She desperately tried to beat down the emotion. She could not let
herself blush. Not in front of them. She ultimately avoided it but
could not quell the slight quiver that rippled through her body, or the
quickening of her breath.

She stepped into the meeting area, and her eyes were immediately drawn
to the one anomaly in the room.

It was only now that Amanda was finally given pause. She found her gaze
meeting that of Freya D'yros. The female Overlord was looking at her
with a sly, secretive smile that made her shudder. The eyes were sultry
and predatory. Amanda felt a vague sense of violation from it, and for
that brief instant, the old feelings of defiance flashed in her eyes.

Roquan gave the chain just the barest of tugs, but Amanda was already
averting her eyes from Freya. Rattled, Amanda let some of her composure
slip. She swallowed and had to take a few deep breaths to get herself
back into form.

"Stop," Roquan ordered as they reached the back of the room. "Turn."

Amanda took one last quick breath and swiftly turned to face the
others.

The shock of all the eyes upon her at once again struck her. She fought
it down once more and forced her shoulders to relax. She never felt
this vulnerable in her life. She could not get out of her mind the fact
that they were scrutinizing her, looking over every detail of her body,
evaluating her. Perhaps even lusting after her now.

And then there was Freya. Her eyes seemed to track Amanda like those of
a bird of prey, waiting for the right moment. Her lips were curled into
a satisfied smile, as if she had spotted something she liked and
intended to take. Amanda swallowed again, feeling herself wither under
this scrutiny. She finally forced herself to avert her gaze once more.

Roquan removed her chain, but left her in restraints. He stepped back
and turned to face the Overlords.

"This is my latest acquisition," Roquan said crisply. "Her name is
Amanda. She was brought here from the world called Earth by Sirinna,
who serves as her Trainer."

The interest of the Overlords appeared to redouble at the mention of
Sirinna's name. Amanda felt the scrutiny intensify. Her hands clenched
again behind her despite Roquan's previous warning.

"She has been in training for only two moons, but shows great promise,"
Roquan continued. "She has shown a great aptitude in pleasing her
master sexually, and her obedience and loyalty are unquestioned."

Amanda was a little surprised to hear this praise, but then wondered if
this was more like a pitch for a product than anything else. After all,
she was essentially property. She belonged to Roquan. She could be sold
if Roquan so wished it. That gave him the ultimate control over her.
She had to be the good slave for him, or she could be sold to another
that would attempt his own "correction" to her training.

"Amanda is also very intelligent, which some of you know I value highly
in my slaves. She is also quite sensuous, and can be aroused by the
paddle."

Now Amanda could not suppress the light blush that came to her cheeks.
She should have expected that he would tell them this. She just had
hoped it would not be stated so bluntly.

Roquan paused for a moment, and Amanda half-expected the next words
from his mouth to be something along the lines of "What am I bid for
her?"

Instead, he said, "I now invite your critique and commentary on my
slave."

"Submissiveness, Roquan?"

Amanda's breath caught as her eyes darted over to the source of the
voice.

"What of it, Freya?" Roquan asked evenly.

"You did not mention anything about it. Are we to assume this is a
problem with her?" Her eyes flicked from the Overlord to the slave.
"Even from here, I can see the willfulness in her eyes."

Amanda tried in vain to regain her composure.

"As I have said, she is but two moons into her training," Roquan said
smoothly. "It is to be expected that certain things will take longer to
train into her."

"I might remind you, Freya," Doran spoke up, "that it is customary to
forgive the faults of the Trainee."

Rennis glanced over to Doran in surprise. It was unusual for him to
speak out of turn like that. But from the expression on Doran's face,
it was clear to Rennis that Doran likely had several frustrating
encounters with her over the past moon while attempting to secure her
support, and it was finally grating on him. Even he had his limits.

"Oh, most certainly, Doran. I can be quite forgiving of such faults,"
Freya purred. "If her other skills are up to par."

"After two moons, Freya?" Rennis commented lightly.

"I expect a basic level of competence after that time, yes, Rennis. I
am sure it was that way with Sirinna when she was trained. When you
used to have her, that is."

Rennis' jaw tightened.

Roquan was close to bristling at this woman as well, but managed to
contain himself. Instead, he lapsed into an overly formal manner to
show his displeasure with her. "Overlord Freya, I shall state that you
will be satisfied with the performance of any of my slaves, Trainee or
otherwise. Lest you forget how valued my slaves are in Oceanus."

Doran sighed and looked away. Roquan had been doing so well, and thanks
to that insufferable female Overlord, he blew it.

Several of the other Overlords sneered at Roquan's statement. Now he
was again in their eyes the upstart Overlord with barely any Clan
lineage trying to show the others how to run their trade. The old
resentments over the popularity of Roquan's slaves were again brought
to the surface.

Roquan now realized this himself. /Damn that woman/, he thought
vehemently.

Amanda sensed a change in tone as well, but did not know what to make
of it. She simply remained where she was, and tried to quell the rising
anxiety within her.

And Freya knew what had happened as well. Her smile widened. She had
scored a victory in another round of battle.

"If I may be the voice of compromise," Gronnus said with a smile and a
glance towards Freya. "Perhaps the good Overlord Freya might like to
see for herself how well-trained Amanda is."

Amanda's heart raced. That was the last thing she wanted! It had been
bad enough with Marisa, but with an /Overlord/ ...

Freya cast a gaze that was both calculating and desirous upon Amanda's
form. It satisfied her immensely when she perceived the girl's shudder.
"Assuming, of course, Roquan offers her to us for our pleasure."

"That is the custom," Roquan stated blandly. "Thus that is my intent.
If there are no other comments on her, or contesting claims for her
..."

Roquan paused. As Freya had predicted, no one spoke up against her. All
had deferred to her.

Roquan's eyes narrowed. "So be it."

He returned to Amanda and lifted the chain. Amanda looked up at him,
her eyes wide and pleading. Roquan gave her a stern look, but it was
tinged with sympathy. Yet the meaning was clear. She could not waver in
this. She had to do what was expected of her. She had to be the good
slave.

Amanda forced most of the fear from her mind as the lock was closed and
the chain reattached. Roquan gave it a brisk snap and led her over to
Freya.

Freya paused, her eyes sliding down Amanda's body. Amanda felt another
small shudder go through her at the scrutiny. Finally, Freya lifted a
hand almost languidly and let Roquan place the end of the chain into
it.

"She is yours as long as you wish her," Roquan said stiffly. "Treat her
well."

"I most assuredly intend to," Freya said, licking her lips.

It took all of Amanda's willpower not to cringe.



"Hellfire, Roquan," Doran said with a suffering sigh. "That could not
have come at a worse time."

Roquan turned to face Doran and Rennis, stopping them as all three were
walking along the path that meandered along the edge of the trees. "I
do not want to hear it."

"That was the worst thing you could have mentioned ...!"

"I already know what I have done, and I already regret having said it!"
Roquan said, his voice threatening to rise to a shout. He paused to
calm himself. "I do not need another lecture from you on etiquette. I
got quite enough of that from Rennis."

"Hey, leave me out of this," said Rennis. "Anyway, Doran, to be fair,
Freya was baiting him."

"Yes, Doran, what of that?" Roquan demanded indignantly. "Why was this
Overlord -- this /woman/ -- allowed to make such blatantly insulting
statements with no reaction from the others?"

"You just answered your own question."

Roquan peered at Rennis through narrowed eyes. "The others deferred to
her simply because she is female?"

"Why is that a new concept with you, Roquan?!" Doran thundered.
"Really, you ought to broaden your horizons when it comes to your pick
of companions in your bed."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Sometimes you lose a little perspective on the female sex when all you
do for your own need is use your slaves."

Roquan blanched at this. Now he was being told his sex life was
inadequate as well!

"Really, what's the point of arguing this?" Rennis insisted. "The
damage is done. Let's try to fix it, instead of pointing the finger of
blame at each other."

Doran sighed. "You're right, of course."

"So what do we do now, Doran?" asked Roquan. "I am looking to you for
guidance on this."

Doran glanced around them for a moment. When he spoke again, it was in
softer tones. "I believe we may have been fortuitous. I have word that
Overlord Trennan D'vard is willing to negotiate. And I don't think he
wants slaves, so this may be our chance to pull in an easy vote."

"But I saw him conferring with Gronnus," said Rennis.

Doran was nodding his head impatiently. "Yes, yes, I know, but Trennan
never takes the first offer he hears, he always waits for a competing
bid. Now, Roquan, I'm going to help you with this one, because I think
I have what old Trennan wants."

"Which is?"

"Wine. The more, the better. The man drinks it like water."

Rennis smirked. He had heard some stories about Trennan's love for
wine. Sometimes he loved it a little too much.

"And you can offer him this?"

"No, /you/ can offer it. It will come from my Manor, but you make the
offer and conclude the deal."

Both Rennis and Roquan nodded. In addition to the normal farmland that
most Overlords had near their Manors, Doran maintained a vineyard.
Quite a fine vineyard, at least by Oceanus standards. While some
foreign brands were superior, Doran's were considered to be in the same
league with many of them.

"I seem to recall hearing that you have been having very good luck
these past few seasons," Rennis commented.

Doran beamed proudly. "Oh, yes, very good. And I still have stores of
very fine wine from last year's harvest. I generally make more platinum
selling it on the open market than trading it with these louts."

"I will be greatly in your debt if you can part with some of it for
this deal," Roquan said. "I intend to pay for it in full in time."

"I trust you on that score, Roquan. If there's one thing I know about
you, you live up to your commitments. None of the other Overlords can
fault your integrity."

"Thank you."

"How much can you part with, Doran?" Rennis asked.

Doran looked thoughtful. "It's the off-season right now -- which is why
Trennan is in the market for wine in the first place -- so I'd say
about twenty casks. I might be able to stretch it to thirty. I don't
believe Gronnus can offer even half that, even if he has been
stockpiling."

"Very good," Roquan said. "So when should I approach him?"

"I would wait a bit. No sooner than this evening." Doran paused. "And
it would not hurt matters to offer Amanda to him for his pleasure
afterward."

"If Freya has not worn out the poor girl," Rennis commented mildly.

"Then she can be simply reserved for him for the next day," said Doran.
"Perhaps better to get to Trennan early before he has imbibed too much.
Though I would hope that your Trainee has /some/ endurance, Roquan. You
may need to use her in your deals even more so than Gronnus wished her
to be used."



Amanda's heart was racing as she walked out ahead of her temporary
mistress towards the Overlords' quarters. Barely moments into it she
felt a sharp yank on the chain that made her gasp for breath briefly.

"You're moving too fast," Freya said curtly.

"S-sorry, mistress," Amanda said, slowing her steps.

Moments later, another hard snap of the chain.

"Stand up straight. You're slouching."

Amanda took a breath and squared her shoulders back. "Yes, mistress."

They started to pass by one of the structures. She felt another hard
tug, bringing her to a faltering stop.

"In here."

Amanda swallowed and turned into the house.

Inside, it was very much like Sirinna's quarters. There was the same
pole-and-thatch structure with a large, plush bed near the wall just
under a wide window. A gentle breeze blew in from the ocean. Outside,
trees shaded the building, making it feel more comfortable than the hot
afternoon outside.

"Ugh," Freya said with a wrinkle of her nose as she looked around. "Not
any better than slave quarters. Roquan's incompetence truly knows no
bounds."

Amanda blinked at this but otherwise did not react. She stood quietly
off to the side, trying not to let herself clench her hands behind her
back. Nothing she could do would settle her heart, however, or avoid
the slight shimmer of nervousness in her eyes.

Freya sat down on the edge of her bed. A black leather satchel lay
nearby. She pulled on the chain quickly, causing Amanda to stumble
towards her, nearly tripping and falling into her.

"A bit uncoordinated, I see."

Amanda swallowed. "Sorry, mistress."

Freya's eyes slowly swept down Amanda's body and back up again. Amanda
barely repressed a shudder. What she could not repress was a small but
noticeable flinch when Freya lay a hand on her hip.

One corner of Freya's mouth turned upwards at this. She ran her hand
very slowly down one of Amanda's legs, then back up and along her side.
She finally grasped the breast on that side and gave it a quick
squeeze.

"You're panting."

Amanda had only noticed it now, after the Overlord mentioned it. She
tried to force herself to breath normally to little avail.

"Is it because you are aroused?"

Amanda froze. She had to answer the Overlord. It was a direct question.
She could not lie to her. "No, mistress," she said in a low voice.

Freya raised an eyebrow and smirked. "You do not arouse from my touch?"

Amanda felt stricken. Why was she asking her these things? "Just ...
just not from that touch, mistress."

"Oh, now that was an interesting answer, Amanda. Very interesting.
Perhaps we need to find one that will arouse you."

Freya reached up and flicked her fingertips at Amanda's nipples.

Amanda uttered a small, short gasp. She felt her nipples respond,
growing more firm and prominent. She felt little tingles of pleasure
sweep across her. Yet she was still so nervous that she felt no heat in
her sex and would not moisten.

"Hmm." Freya lowered a hand and gave one of Amanda's thighs a light
slap, making her yelp. "Legs apart."

Amanda moved her feet apart, looking down nervously.

Freya's eyes slid down to Amanda's sex. "Well, I suppose that touch
doesn't arouse you, either. What an odd little slave you are, Amanda.
Perhaps you can tell me what arouses you?"

Amanda gave the Overlord a stricken look. "P-pardon, mistress?"

"Tell me what arouses you. What /always/ arouses you."

"Always ...? Um ..."

"Surely there is something."

Amanda now knew what this Overlord was trying to do to her, and she
hated the woman for it. She managed to keep this to herself, and did
not let it show in her eyes or her face. She instead did her duty as a
slave and answered her truthfully. "Paddling, mistress," she said very
softly.

Freya's lips curled. "What was that, Amanda?"

"Paddling, mistress," she said in a louder voice, her cheeks pink.

"What is it you wish me to do?"

"Paddle me, mistress."

Freya snapped the chain. "Be polite, Amanda. Now try again."

"Please paddle me, mistress."

/Snap/. "Tell my why."

"Because it ..."

/Snap/. "Say the whole thing properly."

"Please paddle me, mistress, because it makes me wet."

Amanda felt humiliated. Somehow, she did not let this show on her face.
Yet something did flicker in her eyes, something that made Freya's
smile widen.

The Overlord turned to her satchel and withdrew a small wooden paddle.
She gave the chain another snap and gestured for her to turn. Amanda
did as she was bid, so that her side was facing Freya.

"Your panting again," Freya said in a silky voice. Her hand squeezed
one of Amanda's ass cheeks, making the girl tremble. "Perhaps you were
right about this after all."

With little further preamble, Freya swung her arm back and lay the
first stroke into Amanda's backside.

Amanda gasped and bit her lip. Freya had hit her hard, her ass stinging
badly. The next one was no less merciless, as were the next delivered
in quick succession. Amanda squeezed her eyes shut, one tear trickling
down her cheek. By the time the tenth and final stroke was delivered,
her backside was bright pink and glowing with pain.

Freya turned her around. She appeared to scrutinize Amanda for a
moment. Amanda's ragged breath had grown more husky, and her nipples
stood out like points.

The Overlord glanced down and slid her hand up the inside of Amanda's
thigh and over her sex. Amanda uttered a low moan as fingers pressed
into tender wet flesh.

"Ah, so you were right after all. Now you pant with excitement, don't
you?"

Amanda moaned again as Freya stroked her slot.

"I asked you a question, Amanda."

"Uhhn ... y-yes, mistress ..."

Freya slowly withdrew her hand. Amanda gave her a forlorn, needful
look.

"Perhaps we can keep you that way."

Freya turned to her satchel and pulled out a small vial filled with a
slick, clear fluid. Amanda's eyes widened at the sight of it. She
wondered which one it was going to be this time. Hiroxxa? Porixxa?
Either one would drive her mad.

Yet after the Overlord popped open the vial and poured some on her
fingertips, it was not to Amanda's pussy they went but to one of her
breasts.

She watched as Freya spread the slippery salve on the nipple. Amanda
felt a sudden flash of heat, and a mad tingling arose in the nipple and
the surrounding areola. Amanda suddenly drew her breath in as a single,
loud gasp, and her body quaked.

The nipple was growing increasingly sensitive to touch the more the
salve was rubbed in, until the motion of Freya's fingers were sending
shocks through her body. Amanda whimpered as the sensations somehow
made it to her pussy and caused her to very slowly rise, despite no
touch being applied there.

Freya removed her fingers from the nipple, but the sensation persisted,
as if it were still being touched. The Overlord applied it to Amanda's
other nipple now, until Amanda was in a near frenzy. Bolts of sensual
delight shot through her body, her pussy very wet and aching badly to
be touched.

Freya let go of the other nipple. Both continued to tingle and pleasure
her, despite no direct touch. The Overlord paused, then flicked one of
Amanda's nipples.

"/Uhhn!/"

The stimulation spiked abruptly, her pussy straining briefly as if
about to go into orgasm, but it relented and fell back. Though not very
far back, leaving her in a state of intensely heightened arousal.

The Overlord snapped the chain and gestured for Amanda to step back.
Panting hard, she stumbled back a step. Freya removed the chain from
Amanda's neck and set it aside on the bed. In one smooth motion, she
lifted her dress from her body, leaving her naked.

She smiled as she sat back down, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy was
lightly furred, her hair trimmed rather than shaved, save for one
thicker tuft at the top of her slot. Her labia glistened with her
arousal, her womanhood already swollen and very apparent.

Freya stroked Amanda's nipples until Amanda whimpered and trembled
badly.

"Please your mistress," Freya ordered in a low, urgent voice.

Amanda shakily dropped to her knees, her hands still bound behind her.
She crawled towards Freya's parted thighs. The Overlord placed her hand
behind Amanda's head, fingers curling into her hair, and guided her
towards the Overlord's waiting and wet pussy.

"And take your time," Freya purred as Amanda's tongue touched her slot.
She lifted a foot and tweaked one of Amanda's nipples with her toes.
Amanda jerked, letting her breath go as a puff of warm, moist air
against Freya's mound as her own pussy throbbed once. "I'm in no
hurry."

Amanda did as she was told.

She played with the Overlord's womanhood slowly and methodically. She
did everything she was supposed to do, everything that had been trained
into her. Carefully, she licked her mistress with flicks of her tongue
until Freya uttered soft, tiny moans. Smoothly, she broadened her
strokes, taking bolder swipes with her tongue, dipping down to her
mistress' tunnel.

When Amanda began to explore Freya's entrance, the Overlord let go with
a soft sigh and pressed her hand into the back of Amanda's head.
Amanda's face was pushed into Freya's pussy, shoving her tongue past
the entrance.

"Mmm, yes ..." Freya murmured. "Nice ... so you were properly trained
in something after all ... "

Amanda lifted her head slightly. Her lips slid upward and drew around
Freya's womanhood, sucking it gently between them.

"Oooo! ... Oh, very good ... very good ..." Freya panted. "But don't
slacken now."

Her toes plucked at one of Amanda's nipples again. Amanda gave a
muffled moan into her mistress' pussy. Amanda sucked harder and licked
faster.

Freya's breathing grew short as she rose. She tossed her head back as
she soared and crested, uttering a single long moan as she throbbed.
Her orgasm continued for a few moments as strong as it had begun before
gradually falling back. Her ragged breathing slowed as she came down,
Amanda gradually relenting. Finally, smoothly, the last of Freya's
throbs faded as Amanda drew back from the Overlord's pussy.

"Mmmm ..." Freya looked down at her charge. "Now that was not bad,
Amanda. Not bad at all. So Sirinna still knows how to train someone
decently."

"Yes, mistress," Amanda said, unable to mask the tone of defiance in
her voice.

Freya raised an eyebrow at this but said nothing. She gestured, bidding
her slave to rise. Amanda swiftly rose to her feet, her legs shaking as
her movements caused her breasts to jiggle and her nipples to send more
waves of pleasure through her.

The Overlord lightly brushed her fingertips against Amanda's nipples.
Very soon, Amanda was panting hard again, her pussy straining close to
release. Her thighs quivered.

"Keep your legs apart. Wouldn't want to disappoint me by making
yourself cum before I say you can, do you?"

"N-no, mistress," Amanda said in a strained, husky voice.

Freya's smiled widened. She dropped a hand from a breast and placed it
softly against the inside of one of Amanda's thighs. Amanda's breathing
grew even more labored as Freya traced little patterns in Amanda's skin
with her fingertips, growing closer to the girl's very wet pussy. Freya
finally reached the edge of Amanda's mound and caressed one of the
labia with the very tip of her finger.

Amanda moaned, feeling a flicker of stimulation in her cunt.

"Well, well, well. You may take awhile to get aroused, my dear, but you
don't go halfway once you do get there."

Amanda closed her eyes. Her whole body was shaking now despite her best
attempts to suppress it. One of Freya's fingers kept flicking at a
nipple, keeping her at the very edge. Her other hand teased her slot,
touching her everywhere except where she needed it the most.

"I'll bet one tiny little touch on your nub would send you over,
wouldn't it?"

"Uhhnn ... y-yes, mistress ..."

"I'll bet you never have been this aroused in your life. Or this
desperate for release."

Amanda swallowed hard. She remembered what Marisa had done to her
during the test of her submissiveness training. Somehow this was worse.

"Certainly never before you started training to be a slave."

Freya spread Amanda's folds and let one finger hover playfully over
Amanda's swollen clitoris. Amanda had to fight down the urge to push
her mound into the Overlord's hand.

"Have you ever been this desperately needful to cum before you began
training, Amanda?"

"N-no, mi ... I ... I-I don't know, mistress ..."

Amanda was panting hard, and now her heart thumped loudly in her chest.

"What was that? Speak up."

"I don't know, mistress."

"You don't?"

"I don't remember ... a-anything before I came here."

Freya's smile faded slightly and her eyes grew cool. "Are you quite
sure of that, Amanda?"

"Y-yes ... yes, mistress ..."

"It sounded like you were telling me 'no' at first."

Amanda had no reply to this. She simply gave the Overlord a pleading
look.

Freya paused for a long moment, then slid a single finger forward.

"Ohhh! ... /uhhhnnn!/"

Amanda's body quivered uncontrollably as her pussy throbbed hard under
Freya's finger. The Overlord's other hand pinched her nipple at the
same time, making her cunt pound hard until she saw stars at the edges
of her vision. Finally Freya relented, first from Amanda's breast and
then from her pussy.

Amanda moaned as the last of her climax faded, leaving her feel weak
and drained.

Freya heaved a long sigh and slipped her dress back on. She picked up
the chain and reattached it to Amanda's collar. "Well, that was
adequate," she said loftily. "I suppose I should return you to Roquan
now."

Amanda said nothing, and simply cast an even gaze at the Overlord.

Freya looked back into Amanda's eyes. "I see something there, Amanda,"
she said in a lower voice. "I see something there that I really ought
not to be seeing. If you were my slave right now, I would be punishing
you most severely."

Amanda knew what Freya was seeing, but nothing Amanda could do would
prevent her from feeling it. Her hatred of this woman was too much for
her to keep bottled up, no matter how hard she had trained or how
desperate she was to keep out of trouble. It was only a flicker.
Someone other than an Overlord likely would not have seen it. Some
Overlords might not have seen it. But Freya was one of the best at this
sort of thing. To her, it was very plain.

There was little wonder that the slaves at the D'yros Manor were the
most disciplined and obedient in Oceanus.

Freya shook her head and clicked her tongue. "You certainly must be a
handful for Roquan. And Sirinna. It is little wonder he has not sold
you at auction. Oh, you don't like that, do you? You don't like the
idea of being taken away from the D'ronstaq Manor."

"No, mistress," Amanda said softly.

"You know, if it were up to me, I would have you trained by someone
with a lot stronger hand than either Sirinna or Roquan. And I think you
know why this is necessary."

"I'm sorry, mistress, I don't understand."

"I was not asking you to. And I did not ask you a question."

Amanda dropped her gaze submissively. "Forgive me, mistress."

/Oh, she plays the act well,/ Freya thought. /But I can see right
through it. Oh, yes./

Freya snapped the chain and stood. "Come along. I will return you to
Roquan. Perhaps he can scrounge up some more interest in you among the
other Overlords."
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