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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: 18 of 33
Keywords: MF, Mf, mf, Ff, ff, Mdom, Fdom, toys, bd, rom, magic, oral,
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Copyright A Strange Geek, 2006

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Gronnus watched with smug satisfaction as he saw Overlord Berin D'flaar
leaving Trennan's quarters. Seeing that helped offset the indignation
he had felt against Freya for what she had pulled on him that morning.
The gall of that woman! She was trying to take over the whole show. She
had no idea what greater interests were being served here. Though he
realized that if he had told her, she would more likely than not try
turn it around to her advantage and his detriment.

He had a short while before Roquan would deliver Amanda to him, and
made good use of the time. He wandered away from the bluff and towards
the gardens, where he knew the merchant would be waiting for him.

"Good day, Overlord Gronnus," said the merchant with a short bow of his
head.

"Good day, Merchant Herdon," said Gronnus in a gruff voice. He wanted
this conversation to be nothing but business, and conveyed that to the
merchant in his tone. "The deal has been made."

"And I will deliver," Herdon said quickly. "From both you and Berin. Or
rather, my contacts will. They need but the word."

"And you are sure this is free of ties from the Ne'land Clan?"

Herdon nodded once. "They are independent merchants. You will be
charged far less for this transfer."

Merchants did more than simply procure goods. They also acted as
couriers, movers, and deliverers. The Imperium itself sometimes
employed them to move important documents and correspondence to the
outlying kingdoms. But they charged a premium for such services.

Or at least the Clan-based ones did. Independent merchants undercut
them in price. The Clans rarely worried about this because they were
self-limiting. Without Clan resources, their volume was small.

Gronnus frowned. "Are you quite sure that Uridon will not hear of
this?" he said in a low voice. "I can't imagine he would take kindly to
this."

Herdon smiled. "No, your Lordship, he would not."

And Herdon relished this.

He thought it ironic. His father had never really thought of his son as
a "true" merchant. Yet here he was conducting a lucrative deal for
transfer of goods from not one but two Overlords to another.

"Then why are you doing this?"

"The same reason you do, of course. At the Emperor's bidding."

Gronnus looked a bit askance at this, even though he already knew this
was likely the answer. Soon after his second meeting with the Emperor,
Gronnus had been contacted by Herdon, who had offered his resources "in
the Emperor's name." Even after realizing how useful the merchant was
proving to be, he still resented the fact that Z'haas did not believe
the Overlord capable of procuring his own trade contacts.

"I am wary of what would happen were Uridon to discover your private
dealing. I thought such things were considered unconscionable within
the Clan."

No, Uridon would not be impressed with this deal, not when Herdon was
undercutting his own Clan to pocket a profit for himself. The
Overlord's assessment was indeed the correct one. It would be far worse
if Uridon ever knew the origin of some of the goods that he was
transporting. Herdon had to take great pains to conceal the nature of
their origins even to his own contacts.

But it would be nothing compared to what the Clan Leader would say were
he to learn from whom Herdon's marching orders came.

"Please, allow me to worry about that," Herdon said respectfully. "I
assure you that I have everything in hand. It just awaits a word from
you."

"I will give you that word shortly. I wish to wait until the evening,
when I am sure that the deal is closed." He snorted in amusement. "Not
that I am expecting any counteroffers, you understand."

Herdon smiled evenly. "Of course, your Lordship. Which leads us to the
final matter. My fee."

"Yes, yes, fine. And?"

"Four thousand platinum."

Gronnus blanched. "/Four thousand?/ Surely you don't mean that."

"I need compensation for my time and the effort involved in keeping
this hidden from the Clan. And Overlord Berin's goods are ..."

Gronnus made a quieting gesture with his hands, glancing about
nervously.

Herdon smirked. "... of questionable legality," he completed his
thought softly. "That is my price. You are still paying far less than
you would were the Ne'land Clan delivering your goods, even if they
were all legal."

Gronnus huffed. "Very well. Four thousand. I will have it for you in
the morning."

"Very good, your Lordship. If there is anything else I can do for you
...?"

Gronnus shook his head.

"Are you quite sure? I have heard rumors that you are a hunter of some
repute."

Gronnus allowed himself a small smile. "I do not get a chance to do it
as much as I would like these days, and this infernal Conclave nonsense
has consumed all the precious time I did have. But, yes, I am known to
do well for myself."

"Your preferred weapon?"

"I used to use a longbow," Gronnus said, a hint of pride in his voice.
"However, the years have caught up to me and I cannot draw one as well.
I have dabbled with crossbows of late."

"Then perhaps you would allow me to procure a rather nice one for you?"

Gronnus' eyebrows rose. "You would know a good one if you saw it?"

"I am a marksman, Overlord. I would."

Gronnus looked interested. "Indeed?"

Herdon smiled. "I have a rather nice one. Very good power. A crank for
easier drawing of the bow. I believe you would like it."

Gronnus scratched his chin. "How much?"

"You've given me very good business, your Lordship. I would be willing
to include it as part of the price you are already paying me."

"Really?"

"I will have it brought to your quarters in a day's time. You will need
to perform some minor assembly on it, as weapons of that nature cannot
be transported across the Manor fully operational."

Gronnus smiled. "Very good, Herdon."

"If there is nothing else I can interest you in?"

Gronnus shook his head.

"Then our business is concluded." Herdon paused. "However ..."

"Yes?"

"May I ask you a question, your Lordship? Purely for my own benefit and
nothing to do with this deal."

"Yes, but get on with it, I have important matters to attend to."

"Of course. I wish only to ask ... how do you expect the Conclave to
go?"

Gronnus' eyes narrowed. "Did Z'haas put you up to asking me this?"

"Indeed not. He merely put me in touch with you as a contact for your
goods to improve your chances. I am curious simply for my own benefit.
And merchants by nature crave information."

"To sell to the highest bidder, you mean," Gronnus grumbled.

"Some do, this is true."

"It will go as the Emperor desires," Gronnus said in a low voice. "And
it is what the Overlords desire as well. What they /should/ desire, at
any rate. There is little reason to change course now, Herdon. I would
have said that regardless of ... well, regardless of any other matters.
Now, I really must go, Herdon, as I have important matters to attend
to."

Gronnus turned and left without waiting to perform the customary
protocol.

"Good day, Overlord Gronnus," Herdon said to the empty air with a
satisfied smile.



It was rare that Vanlo received a summons to see the Overlord. Normally
Roquan simply dropped by the Healer's office whenever he needed
anything. A summons expressed that there was a sense of formality to
this, and thus he would respond accordingly. He would make sure he
concentrated his thoughts on the business at hand, and leave levity by
the wayside for the moment.

Yet when he walked into the Overlord's chambers and saw not just
Roquan, but Amanda as well, already with her chain back on and her
wrists restrained in preparation to be brought to another Overlord of
the Conclave, a worried look crossed his eyes. His gaze darted over the
girl's body, looking for any sign of injury or contusion that might be
the reason for which he had been summoned.

"You wished to see me, your Lordship?" Vanlo said, turning his gaze to
the Overlord and clasping his hands behind his back.

"Yes, Vanlo, I need to discuss a point of policy with you," Roquan
rumbled.

Vanlo's eyes briefly darted back to Amanda. He admitted to having a
soft spot for the girl. He so wished she might take up an interest in
Healing. He would not mind having the energetic Amanda as his assistant
to replace the wayward Yanna. His concerns for her were such he could
not contain himself. "Then I trust my reason for being here has nothing
to do with Amanda's health?"

Amanda looked up an Vanlo and saw the Healer give her a small, gentle
smile. She found herself smiling in return at his concern.

"Not at all. And I would like to keep it that way."

"Oh?"

"Overlord Freya D'yros procured some Naiduna from you I believe."

"Quite right, your Lordship," Vanlo answered. "Very early in the
morning. She was waiting for me when I arrived."

"I wish you to clear any future requests for salves from the Overlords
with me."

Vanlo paused. That was most definitely not standard protocol for a
Conclave. It was traditional to give the Overlords whatever they wished
without hesitation. Yet the look that Roquan gave him was significant.
It brooked no argument whatsoever.

"As you wish, your Lordship," Vanlo said.

Roquan knew that he did not need to explain anything to his Healer.
Vanlo would obey the order without question. But he felt he owed the
man a little more. "I am wary of some of the actions of the other
Overlords, Vanlo. I wish to insure that they do not take things further
than I wish with some of my slaves."

This was the first time Amanda had a direct experience with Roquan's
protectiveness of his slaves. She was a bit stunned by it. Furthermore,
he was making his thoughts about the Overlords known right in front of
her, even after having become angry with her earlier for making him
admit such a thing.

Or perhaps that was the difference. Before, she had forced his hand.
Here, it was his choice. She understood the Overlord a little better
now.

Vanlo was intelligent enough to understand what the Overlord was really
saying. It was not everyone that he found suspicious. "In the interest
of efficiency, your Lordship," Vanlo began slowly. "May I suggest you
give permission to accept requests from Masters Rennis and Doran?"

Roquan nodded. Yes, they did understand each other. "Granted. Oh, and
Vanlo?"

"Yes?"

"Have you ... sensed anything in other capacities?"

Vanlo understood. "Ah, no, your Lordship. It has been quiet in that
area, I am pleased to report."

"Very good."

Amanda was curious about that. Obviously this was something that Roquan
did not want her to hear for whatever reason.

Amanda was already experiencing a dilemma. She knew what she had been
told about loyalty and "forgetting" what others said in her company.
Yet it was an unfortunate trick of the human mind that the more one
attempted to forget about something, the more it tended to replay
itself. Such was the case with the meeting between the two Overlords in
Trennan's quarters.

She knew she simply had to avoid discussing it with anyone. She could
do that. Yet she had the feeling that she was doing something wrong by
even entertaining it in her head in the first place.

"Is there anything else I may do for you, your Lordship?" Vanlo asked.
He knew that planning the Conclave had been taxing on Roquan, and it
was obvious just looking at the Overlord's tired face that it was even
more so now.

"No, Vanlo, not at the moment. It is hoped that I will have things in
hand fairly shortly."

Vanlo nodded at this, though he noticed the lack of conviction in
Roquan's voice. "If you are concerned about Amanda's condition after
the Presenting is over, I will be more than happy to examine her."

Amanda did not feel any apprehension at this. She knew the Healer
enough to know that his examination would be nothing but professional.

"I will likely do that. I do not know when this will be."

Amanda glanced up at Roquan when she heard this.

"Oh? The Presenting will continue?"

"Very likely. I have no lack of requests for her from the others."

Amanda sighed through her nose lightly. She should have realized this
would happen. She seemed to have nothing but bad luck lately.

"I consider it a learning experience for her," Roquan commented.

Amanda could easily take issue with that, but said nothing.

"I will be at your service when you need me, your Lordship," Vanlo
said. He bowed his head and quietly left.

Roquan turned to Amanda. "Trennan was pleased with you, I am given to
understand."

"Yes, master."

"Very good. It was important to make a good impression on him. Now, I
need to bring you to Gronnus. It is imperative that you maintain your
good behavior."

"I'll try, master."

"Do not try, Amanda. Simply do it."

Amanda took a deep breath and let it go. "Yes, master."

Roquan gave the chain a snap, much lighter this time than the one he
had given her earlier, and they set about their way.



Overlord Doran D'jorus was growing increasing frustrated.

Three Overlords now! Three that he was sure he would sway at least
enough to consider rallying under Roquan's banner, and every last one
hemmed and hawed and would give him nothing in the way of even a hint
of consideration. And he knew exactly who he had to blame for it.

Damn that Gronnus! The overbearing fool was far more resourceful than
Doran gave him credit. And damn Roquan for making him doubt that
dealing was the only way to go. Perhaps if he had wasted less time on
convincing Overlords on the merits of the arguments, he could have
started putting out feelers for more deals.

Now as Doran looked out from the gazebo, he saw Roquan with Amanda
before him as they headed down the path towards the cluster of
Overlords' quarters. Who wanted her now?

He quickly left the structure and jogged around to the path in order to
catch up with them. He paused and hung back when he saw Gronnus come up
to meet Roquan. Roquan stopped, and it appeared some words were
exchanged. Finally, the end of the chain was given to Gronnus.

Doran wrinkled his nose. Somehow the idea of that particular Overlord
having sex with that particular fourteen-year-old slave was perverted
to him.

As soon as Gronnus had snapped the chain and directed Amanda away,
Doran rushed to close the gap with Roquan. Roquan turned just as Doran
approached. "Good morning, Doran."

Doran stopped before Roquan, but paused to watch Gronnus and Amanda.
Gronnus opened the door to his quarters, and at that point it appeared
that Amanda had taken a single step and then paused, forcing Gronnus to
snap the chain to get her to move. After the door closed, he noticed
that the shades were drawn over the window.

"Well, it's morning, don't know how good it is," Doran grumbled.

Roquan sighed. "What is it now?"

Doran waved a dismissive hand. No sense in worrying Roquan about this
yet. "Pay me no mind. It's nothing. So how did it go with Amanda and
Trennan?"

"It went well. Trennan appeared pleased with her."

Doran nodded absently. "Perhaps that will clinch it."

"Did we not already have the deal sown up?" Roquan asked warily.

"We did, but I spotted Berin entering Trennan's quarters sometime after
Amanda went in."

"And is this a problem?"

"Maybe." Doran snorted. "Berin is practically Gronnus' lackey anymore."

"So what could he do to affect the deal?"

"I don't know. He hardly has anything of his own to offer. Unless
Gronnus gave him something like I gave you the wine."

Roquan cast a displeased glance towards Gronnus' quarters.

"All I know is he left shortly before Trennan returned Amanda to you.
And he was looking quite pleased with himself. So did Trennan, the
bastard."

Roquan felt troubled to hear Doran disparage the other Overlords so
easily, though he understood Doran's frustration. Everything that was
happening at this Conclave was without precedent, in his view. He felt
that no sooner than he understood everything, someone changed the rules
on him.

"So what do we do?" Roquan asked.

"Nothing! We wait until Trennan comes to us and states his intentions.
Until then, we keep doing as we are doing."

This was not what Roquan wanted to hear, but he was forced to accept
it.

"Come, Roquan, let's talk," Doran said, leading him away. "There are
two more Overlords that you may be able to make some offers to. I have
some idea of what they want."



"Well, well, well. If it isn't Roquan's little Trainee Amanda."

Amanda could not disguise the fear in her eyes as Gronnus closed the
door behind her. Nevertheless, she kept her gaze on the red-clad
Overlord, refusing to give into her apprehension. She simply remained
where she was until ordered, like a slave should.

Freya sauntered over to Amanda and touched her fingers lightly to one
of Amanda's shoulders. The girl kept looking up at Freya, though her
body trembled slightly under the touch.

"You're so fortunate that I decided to pay Gronnus here a visit, or I
might not have had the chance to see you again," Freya purred.

Amanda's heart raced. She tried desperately to keep herself from
tensing up. She didn't want to give the Overlord the satisfaction of
rattling her. Something was going on that Roquan obviously did not
expect, but there was nothing Amanda could do about it.

"Yes, you did say that Amanda did not quite live up to your standards,
did you not?" Gronnus said in a silky voice.

"Indeed, Gronnus. It was as if I had to train her right then and there.
Tch. Embarrassing for Roquan, I'm sure."

Amanda had the advantage now of knowing that she had indeed done her
best and that Roquan had acknowledged this. Now the Overlord's words
did not make her feel as bad as they had before.

"Perhaps she wishes a chance to make amends?" suggested Gronnus.

Amanda swallowed. On some level, she had to know that was coming. It
was obvious to her that they had planned this.

Freya looked down at Amanda. "So, Amanda, do you wish to make amends?
Do you want to see if you can be a good slave for me?"

There was only one answer Amanda could conceivably give. "Yes,
mistress."

Freya's lips curled into a wicked grin and she held her hand out.
Gronnus placed the end of the chain in it and stood off to the side.
Without taking her eyes from Amanda, she said, "You may leave now,
Gronnus."

Gronnus frowned. He had wanted to watch Freya in action. At least that
would have given him some entertainment. However, when Freya looked up
at him, he realized she would not be swayed by any argument he could
give her. He turned, and after a brief look to make sure Roquan was
away, he stepped outside and closed the door behind him.

Freya looked back down at Amanda. "So tell me ... Everything that I did
to you yesterday, would you like to experience all of that again?"

"Yes, mistress," Amanda answered automatically.

"Oh? All of it? The paddling? The Naiduna on your breasts? Being left
just short of cumming for as long as I like? You would like to do all
that again?"

"If that's what you wish of me, mistress."

Freya paused and chuckled. She gave the chain a hard snap. "Now that
was not what I had asked you. Very naughty of you, Amanda. I asked if
you liked it, not why you would let me do it to you again. So I ask you
one more time: would you like to experience all that again?"

Amanda trembled. "Yes, mistress."

"Why don't I believe you, Amanda?"

Amanda said nothing. She was as confused as she was scared.

"Let's do something a little different today."

To Amanda's surprise, Freya removed both the chain and the restraints.
She kept the latter in her hands, however, as she swept an arm towards
the bed.

Amanda obeyed her mistress and climbed onto the bed. She positioned
herself on her back on the furs, looking up at the Overlord with a
curious but still anxious gaze.

"Sit up for a moment, Amanda." Freya sat down next to her. "Hands on
your head."

Amanda did as she was told. Freya closed the restraints around Amanda's
wrists, and using the lock that had secured the chain to the collar,
she attached the middle of the chain spanning the cuffs to the collar
instead. Amanda could no longer lower her arms.

Freya helped her lie back again. Amanda's heart started pounding again
as Freya reached under the bed and pulled out a large leather satchel.

"Hmm, let's see what Gronnus has here. I'm sure he has exactly what I'm
looking for ... oh, yes, here it is."

The Overlord pulled out a large, phallus-shaped toy. It was black, but
with an oddly shimmering gloss to it.

Freya chuckled. "A bit cheeky of Gronnus, isn't it? Roquan would never
allow something like this in his Manor had he known it was here."

Amanda tensed. Roquan did not allow enchanted sex toys into his Manor
without his prior permission. He simply did not abide by using such
things on slaves. In addition, there were too many on the market that
had detrimental or unknown effects, or were of poor quality.

Freya sat on the bed and leaned over Amanda's body, smiling slyly down
at her. Amanda's eyes shimmered as she looked back up at the Overlord.
"Now, do you suppose we're going to have that little trouble again
about you becoming aroused?"

Amanda didn't know how to answer.

Freya dropped a hand lightly along the inside of one of Amanda's
thighs, then suddenly drew back and gave it a sharp slap. Amanda yelped
and jerked on the bed.

"Answer me, slave," Freya said darkly.

"I-I don't know, mistress," Amanda said in a shaky voice.

"Now that is an interesting answer. Very interesting. Tell me ... "
Freya touched the tip of the phallic toy to one of Amanda's nipples. "
... do you like sex?"

Amanda felt a tingling suddenly shoot through her nipple, spreading a
weak wave of pleasure through her body. It was a little like the
Naiduna, but not quite. "Y-yes, mistress."

Freya flicked the nipple with the toy. Amanda moaned. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, mistress."

Freya withdrew the toy. Amanda felt the sensations slow to wane. The
Overlord touched it to the other nipple now, and twirled the toy in her
fingers. Little sparks of pleasure rippled through Amanda's breast.

"Do you crave it?"

"I ... what?"

Freya just grinned and removed the toy. She slid a hand over Amanda's
mound, a single finger lightly slipping between the folds. "Hmm. Not
quite."

Amanda was frustrated. She was feeling a reaction from the touches to
her breasts, but it was taking a little while to manifest. She could
feel herself growing a little damp, but not wet.

"I asked you a simple question, Amanda. Do you crave sex?"

Amanda swallowed. What was the right answer? The truthful answer was
"no". Yes, she could have sex, she could enjoy it, she can even
anticipate it, but she never really craved it.

"You're not answering me. I wonder why?"

Freya traced a path with the tip of the toy down Amanda's front. It
left a trail of tingling as it went, making Amanda shiver. She stopped
just short of Amanda's sex, pausing there a moment. She gave the inside
of Amanda's thigh another slap with her free hand, harder this time.

Amanda flinched. "Yes, mistress!" she cried.

Freya raised an eyebrow, a wry grin coming to her lips. "Yes?" She let
the tip of the toy slip down over Amanda's sex. "You do crave sex?"

Amanda uttered a gasp as womanhood tingled madly. "Y-yes, mistress,"
she moaned.

Freya slid the toy back and forth a few times, making Amanda writhe and
her pussy at last grow wet. "Then let's put this to a test."

She fitted the tip of the phallic toy to the entrance of Amanda's
tunnel and slowly pushed it inside.

"Uhhh ... uhhnnn ...."

Gradually it filled her, its thickness stretching her entrance, sliding
very tightly into her cunt. Amanda closed her eyes and panted as its
girth was almost too much for her. She spread her thighs as wide as she
could, and even then it momentarily met resistance about halfway into
her. Freya would not stop. She simply applied more pressure until it
gave.

"Ahhh ... oh gods ... " Amanda murmured desperately.

Freya smiled as the last of it disappeared into Amanda's cunt, leaving
only the thickened base visible. She then withdrew her hand.

The object was so tight inside her that she had to keep her legs spread
wide or the pressure would be unbearable. It was so thick that it
pressed firmly against her nub. She felt as if she were being mildly
stimulated, like light strokes intended to excite her rather than make
her rise. She moaned softly.

"Now, Amanda, if you truly crave sex, then you long to cum when you're
excited. Is that true?"

"Uhhnn ... yes, mistress ..."

Freya grasped the end of the toy and jiggled it slowly inside Amanda's
pussy.

Amanda swiftly rose. It was as if someone were stroking her hard and
fast, yet there was barely any movement she could perceive against her
womanhood.

"And when you do cum ..." Freya smiled wickedly. " ... you don't want
it to stop."

"Uhh ... uhhhh! ... /ohhhh!!/"

She crested and crashed over the other side. Her pussy pulsed hard
against the toy inside her, her body writhing. It did not abate. Her
throbbing paroxysms shot through her at full strength long past when
her orgasms usually faded. She cried out over and over, the pleasure so
overwhelming that it was unbearable.

Freya let go of the toy, leaving it motionless inside her.

Finally, slowly, her orgasm relented. Her own movements on the bed,
however, threatened to keep it going, and she had to force herself to
remain still, her body trembling badly. She moaned loudly as the
throbbing continued, albeit weakening. By the time it finally faded to
where she could think again, she felt spent. She lay on the bed panting
hard.

Amanda's head lolled to one side and she whimpered softly.

"What you just experienced, Amanda, is a reward, one I give my best
slaves. It's what they crave. An orgasm that continues to give them
pleasure for a long time."

Amanda swallowed, still catching her breath. It had not been that way
for her. It got too much to bear after it had gone on for about a
minute. Then she just wanted it to stop.

"I'm very glad to see that you crave it as well," Freya said with a
mischievous grin as her hand alighted on the toy again. "You had me a
little concerned there that you were not telling me the truth. You
would not lie to your mistress, would you?"

"No, mistress," Amanda said breathlessly.

Freya slid the toy around in Amanda's cunt, twisting it from side to
side, tugging and pushing at it. Amanda immediately rose again. She
uttered a moan that became a shrill cry as she came again. The toy
squished in her still abundantly moist pussy as she throbbed.

The Overlord did not let up. She kept Amanda cumming hard and strong.

"So you are enjoying this?" Freya asked.

"Ohhh! ... ohh, gods ... y-yes ... yes, mistress ... uhhhhnn!"

"Are you quite sure?"

Amanda squeezed her eyes shut. It was too much! She couldn't think! All
she could feel was the throbbing of her cunt. She uttered a desperate
cry.

"What was that, Amanda?"

"Ohhh ... p-please ..."

Freya's lips curled. "Yes?"

"Ohhh! ... p-please, m-mistress ...!"

"Mmm?"

"/Ohhh gods, please stop!/"

Freya gave Amanda a nasty grin and pulled the toy from her pussy with a
loud squelching sound.

Amanda's orgasm continued for another moment or two despite the removal
of the toy before it finally faded like a normal climax. She was
panting hard, out of breath. She could not summon up any strength in
her body, all her muscles going limp. As the throbbing relented, an
ache took its place, making her groan piteously.

"Well, that was certainly most interesting," Freya said as she stood up
from the bed, the phallic toy in her fingers, still wet with Amanda's
sex fluids. "Most interesting indeed."

Amanda groaned again, unable to move. She was in a daze. Something had
happened, something that was not supposed to have happened. Her head
was still too addled for her to make any sense of it.

Freya retreated momentarily into the sanitary to wash off the toy. She
was most satisfied indeed. She was absolutely sure that Amanda had not
had the Draught. It was very clear to her now. She had tested Amanda in
a way she was sure that the girl could not fake. She doubted that
Roquan would have told Amanda about that little detail. Overlords were
very big on that particular little secret. Even the likes of Roquan was
not about to let it slip simply to win his vote at the Conclave.

And, truthfully, Freya cared nothing for the vote. Perhaps she will
vote for Roquan, just to watch Gronnus' reaction. Once she had what she
wanted, she cared nothing for the outcome of the Conclave.

Freya had always wanted to try to train a Draughtless Captive. Yet she
never had the nerve to buck tradition enough to do it herself. She
would be foolish to pass up this opportunity. Were someone to call her
out on it, she could rightly claim she purchased her from Roquan, and
he would take the blame.

She reentered the room and smiled at Amanda. Any other slave, and the
girl would be lying there basking in the afterglow of her incredible
orgasm. Not looking pathetic and spent like this one.

"Well, I suppose I wore you out, Amanda," Freya said with a grin as she
came around the bed. She sat Amanda up, the girl uttering a moan as her
pussy threatened to throb weakly again. She removed the restraints from
Amanda's hands. "Hopefully you'll have enough energy for one more
task."

Amanda did not think she was up to anything more at all, but she said
nothing. It would not have mattered anyway if she had.

She winced as Freya ordered her off the bed and onto her feet. Her
pussy ached badly. It had not ached this much since the first days of
her sexual endurance training. She seriously considered begging Roquan
not to deliver her to any more Overlords that day. She was not sure she
could take it.

Freya put the restraints back on Amanda's wrists behind her back. She
sat down on the edge of the bed and had Amanda kneel before her. With a
smug smile she lifted her dress and pulled the triangle of her panties
to one side, exposing her very damp pussy. "Pleasure me, slave," she
ordered.

Freya simply could not have let this go by. Torturing Amanda had made
her too wet, and she needed relief.

Amanda did as she was told, despite her ache. She remembered her
training, and put as much effort as she could into pleasing her
mistress.

Freya was quite pleasantly surprised. The girl did not slacken even
after having endured what she had. Yes, Amanda would make a very fine
personal slave with skills like this.

Before long, Freya had her head tilted back, moaning softly. Her orgasm
was sweet and strong. She reached down and stroked Amanda's hair. "Oh,
very good, Amanda. Very good. You just might actually become a
full-fledged slave some day."

"Yes, mistress," Amanda said in a listless voice.
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