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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: 29 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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Roquan had had a bad night. This was rare for him. Even in the middle
of the crisis precipitated by the Imperial agent Yanna, he had never
had serious trouble sleeping. Yet last night had been different.
Everything that he had done and said in the course of the Conclave was
coming back to haunt him. He had started to wonder if perhaps he indeed
had Oceanus' best interests in mind from the start.

Already irritated from lack of sleep, he was in no mood to hear what
his Healer was telling him.

"We're not going through this again, Vanlo," Roquan said sharply. "I
refuse to accept your resignation."

"With all due respect, your Lordship, you cannot refuse it this time,"
Vanlo said evenly. His own voice was tired as well. Sleep had always
taken time to come to him these days, but now his nights were restless,
and his head hurt when he first awoke in the morning. "I have already
dispatched a letter to the Guild Hall to request a replacement."

Roquan cast a stony look at the Healer. "I have final say in who is the
Healer of this Manor."

"Indeed you do, your Lordship. I would expect you to interview each of
the candidates that I suggested quite carefully."

"That is not what I mean. I do not intend to lose you."

"I regret to say that the decision is not yours. I refuse to continue
to be the Healer of this Manor."

Roquan ran a hand through his hair in exasperation, thoroughly at a
loss for words for the moment. Vanlo looked on, concern in his eyes and
etched into the lines on his face. He could tell that the Overlord was
not up to par, and he hated himself for having to bring Roquan this
news. However, this could not wait.

"You cannot simply refuse to work!" Roquan finally blurted.

"Most of your slaves have already completed their regular physicals.
There are no treatments scheduled for the next half-moon. There are
several slaves with some basic training that can handle the day-to-day
first aid. In the event of an emergency, I ..."

"/I do not want to hear this!/"

Startled by the Overlord's bellow, Vanlo fell into stunned silence.

"I have enough to deal with at this Manor and this Conclave!" Roquan
shouted, his hands curled into fists. "I do not need another
disruption!"

Vanlo continued to remain silent, unable to think of the words to say.

The Overlord took a deep breath and let it go. When he spoke again, it
was in a voice of forced calm. "Why are you doing this, Vanlo? Have I
not had enough disasters befall me in the last few days? Must you add
to them?"

Vanlo found the pleading tone to Roquan's voice to be worrisome. It
meant that the Overlord was reaching the end of his ability to cope
with the stress. In a tentative voice, he asked, "Has something
happened that I am unaware of, your Lordship?"

Roquan paused for a long moment, and when he looked at Vanlo, the
Healer could see the pain in the Overlord's eyes. "Nothing that you can
help with," he said in a low voice.

Vanlo simply nodded slowly and let it drop. "I am very sorry," he said
softly. "Both for your ill luck and my failing health."

"Is that the reason for this? I thought we had gone over this before."

"The concern has never left me, your Lordship. I simply agreed to try
to ignore it for the time being. It has grown to the point where I fear
I can no longer do this."

"Are you continuing to sense Portal energies?"

Vanlo shook his head. "I have sensed nothing. But I am finding that my
other mental faculties are suffering. I fear that soon I will do more
harm than good if I continue in this role."

Roquan simply uttered a long sigh. "Very well," he said in a tired
voice.

Vanlo felt a twinge of guilt. He knew he was leaving the Overlord in
something of a lurch. But he had no choice. His conscience would not
let him do anything else.

"You will, at least, make yourself available for emergencies."

"Emergencies are mercifully rare at the Manor, your Lordship."

"Yes, but so were Imperial agents trying to abduct a Trainer," Roquan
said sourly.

"Point noted. Yes, I will be available. I will dearly hope I will not
be called on for such a thing. I do not trust myself to make decisions
that could affect another's life."

Roquan looked at Vanlo. He realized that this would be the right moment
to thank the Healer for his years of service. Roquan had never had a
better Healer than this man, and he would consider Vanlo's absence to
be a terrible loss.

But as beset as he was with his problems, and his worry over the
Conclave, and his regrets over the actions he had taken that got him to
this point, he could bring none of these to mind. He could only feel
anger towards the Healer for bringing him yet another problem to deal
with. Yes, he knew this was petty, but he had little fortitude at that
moment to think otherwise.

Pleasantries would have to wait for another time.

"Your resignation is noted," Roquan said crisply. "You may go."

Vanlo gave the Overlord a slightly nonplussed look and hesitated a
moment before leaving.

As he walked out, the Healer tried to understand Roquan's position, and
his feelings. It was another burden that the man did not need. Yet at
the same time, he could not help but feel a bit hurt that his work had
not been acknowledged.

He tried not to let this affect his friendship towards the Overlord. It
was proving to be very difficult.



Amanda could also be counted among those whose slumber had been
anything but restful the night before.

It had not been through lack of basic comfort. Freya was not that
cruel. Even though Amanda had slept on the floor, this had been simply
because there was no other place. Copious furs and soft pillows had
been provided to her, and she had been able to form a makeshift bed
from this.

Yet it could do nothing to soothe her emotionally, and it was largely
this that had kept sleep at bay. It mattered little to her mistress.
She put the girl to work right at the crack of dawn.

Now as the sun cleared the trees past the bluff, Amanda lay writhing
and quivering on the bed as her pussy was gently and maddeningly
stroked to just short of release by the merciless actions of the prison
within which Freya had placed it the night before. It made it harder to
concentrate on her task, a task at which she knew she dared not fail.

Freya was positioned over her, naked, straddling Amanda's body. The
Overlord's knees lay on either side of Amanda's head, her hips lowered
until her very aroused pussy was pressed snugly against her slave's
face. Amanda panted as she licked at Freya's pussy, having to tilt her
head back to be able to breathe. Even then, the musk of her mistress'
arousal was almost overpowering, the woman's steaming pussy making her
feel as if she were suffocating anyway.

Freya was positioned over Amanda as if intending to perform the same in
return, but instead she simply gazed down at the black triangle of
enchanted cloth as it rippled and undulated against Amanda's sex. "Mmm,
I do love watching your little pussy squirm, Amanda," Freya cooed. "I'm
sure you want to cum so badly, don't you?"

Amanda uttered a soft whimper. Freya pressed her sex more tightly to
Amanda's face in response.

"Satisfy me," Freya said in a sultry, lustful voice. "Satisfy me if you
want to be satisfied yourself."

Amanda uttered a muffled moan, her breathing growing ragged as she
licked faster. She slid her tongue quickly and firmly over the shaft of
Freya's womanhood, feeling it swell further at her ministrations, until
the Overlord was softly panting.

"Mmm ... not bad ..." Freya said. She leaned into her again, causing a
muffled yelp as Amanda had to reposition her nose again to breathe.
Freya grinned. "Better get used to this, Amanda ... this is my favorite
position ..."

Amanda closed her eyes and tried desperately to block out all
distractions, both the infernal thing on her pussy and her mistress'
taunting words. She clamped her lips to Freya's folds and sucked,
licking frantically at the same time.

"Ooo, yes ... oh, yes, very nice ... " Freya's eyes slid closed as
well, and she began rocking her hips back and forth.

Amanda let her lips slide up and down Freya's slot. She lashed out with
her tongue, and soon Freya was uttering soft, deep moans. They rose in
pitch, the Overlord panting with her rising lust and pleasure. Her
pussy pressed down again, but this time Amanda was ready, spearing
Freya's tunnel with her tongue and then lapping madly at the tip of
Freya's nub.

Freya's breath grew short and she quivered as she rose. She dipped her
head, her hair spilling down and tickling Amanda's thighs, making her
squirm even more. Finally, the Overlord issued a single long moan, and
her body shuddered as her pussy throbbed. She panted hard as she came,
much of the intense excitement of the moment generated by her complete
domination of the girl.

Her lips curled into a smile. No, there simply was nothing more
exciting than this.

Freya lifted her hips from her slave's face when her orgasm had faded.
She paused a moment, listening to Amanda's desperate little whimpers
and moans as she continued to hang short of release. She gazed down at
Amanda's pussy and touched it lightly.

The stimulation slowed and stopped. Amanda uttered a despondent sigh as
her head lolled to one side, her face still wet from Freya's juices.

Freya rose to her feet and looked back down at Amanda. "That was
actually not bad," she said, her voice still a little breathless. "But
we will wait a little longer on your reward."

She detached the end of the chain from a bedpost and gave it a hard
snap. Amanda immediately rose from the bed, her pussy uncomfortably
aching and swollen.

"Let's get you bathed, get you some breakfast, and then we'll show you
off to the other Overlords so they can see my new acquisition," Freya
said with a sly smile. She raised a finger and held it warningly before
Amanda's face. "Now, you will be a good girl for me. You will behave
yourself in front of the others." She lowered her finger and gave one
of Amanda's nipples a hard flick, making her jump. "Understand me?"

"Yes, mistress," Amanda said at once.

"And what is it you said you would do for me, Amanda?"

"Obey you, mistress."

"Very good. See that you remember that. And if you do, just maybe I'll
let you cum later. Would you like that, Amanda?"

Amanda nodded quickly. "Yes, mistress, I ... oh!"

Freya had given the chain a sharp yank.

"Wrong answer. Try again."

Amanda swallowed, looking up fearfully at the Overlord and struggling
to remember what she was supposed to say. Just when it looked like
Freya would flick at her nipple again, she blurted out, "It's whatever
you would like, mistress!"

Freya slowly smiled. "Better. Yes, exactly. It is whatever I like. What
you would like is irrelevant."

Amanda said nothing in response, as she had not been asked a direct
question that time. Freya looked at her for a few moments, looking
vaguely disappointed, as if wanting to catch her again violating some
minor point of protocol.

Freya snapped the chain again and let her charge lead her into the
sanitary and the bathing room beyond it. Amanda uttered a small sigh of
resignation to herself. She blinked her eyes to wash away the tears
that threatened to well up again.



For the first time in a long while, Doran was a very happy man.

Unlike many of the others, he slept like a baby, and awoke feeling as
bright as the morning. Things were finally taking a turn for the
better, and they became even more so as he mingled with the other
Overlords that morning in the merchants' bazaar. Rarely could anyone
not hear him laughing or see him smiling as he spoke with the others.

He even got into a conversation with Freya that did not force him to
quell thoughts of how she would care to be bound and helpless like a
common slave. Or like Amanda, who trotted along beside her mistress,
her wrists bound behind her with cuffs that held her wrists more
tightly than the ones Sirinna had used.

Just as Doran was leaving the bazaar, he ran into Roquan at the gate to
the Manor. Doran beamed at him. "Ah, Roquan, I have the most wonderful
news! It would appear ..."

Roquan was not listening to him, but instead was looking over his
shoulder towards the bazaar. "Look at that infernal woman."

Doran was startled by the venom in Roquan's voice and the icy fury in
his eyes. Doran felt forced to turn and look with him. "What, you mean
Freya?"

Roquan sneered. "Look at how she parades Amanda around. Look how she
shows the girl off like a piece of jewelry."

Freya had stopped before two merchants. The two men were obviously
ogling Amanda, looking her over lasciviously. Freya gestured towards
Amanda's body as she spoke. One of the men grasped Amanda's breasts and
kneaded them, Freya looking on with a wry grin.

Roquan's eyes narrowed and his hands curled into fists.

"While I admit, Freya is ... flaunting her acquisition a bit ..."

"That is not flaunting. That is abuse, plain and simple. She should not
be an Overlord."

"/Roquan!/" Doran hissed and pushed Roquan back a few steps from the
gate. It was like trying to move a stone wall. "Do not let anyone hear
you say such things! Not this close to victory!"

Roquan blinked and shifted his gaze to Doran. "Victory?"

"Yes, Roquan, /victory/. Assuming you have those last deals sewn up
..."

"I do," Roquan said tonelessly.

"... then all it took was a little persuasive talk from me, a reminder
of your generosity towards those that support you, and I have your
remaining votes! You are now virtually guaranteed the ten votes you
need." He clapped a hand on Roquan's shoulder. "We did it, Roquan!"

"Did what?"

Both Overlords turned at the sound of the voice. "The vote, it would
appear, Rennis," Roquan said quietly.

Rennis stopped near them, but kept a respectable distance. His arms
were folded and his face was set hard. "Oh, the vote," he said
listlessly.

Doran looked at him oddly. "Are you quite all right, Rennis? One would
think you would be more enthusiastic about this. Roquan is your friend,
after all."

Rennis and Roquan looked at each other. Their shared gaze was cool.
Roquan's was more pleading.

"Didn't cost much, did it?" Rennis commented, a slight acid sting to
his voice.

Doran sighed. "Please do not tell me you are going to go on again about
Amanda as well! Never have I seen such a simple slave transaction been
agonized over to such a degree! Hmph. One would think it was Sirinna
that was being offered."

"I do not believe he is speaking about Amanda," said Roquan. "Are you?"

Rennis paused, and then shook his head. "No, I suppose I'm not. Not
directly."

"I did as I needed to do. As I felt I had to."

"I'm sure that's what you thought at the time."

"Would you have me say I would do things differently had I to do it
over again?" There was a small sarcastic edge to Roquan's voice, yet at
the same time there was a forlorn and almost wistful look in his eyes.

"You could say that. I doubt I would believe you." Rennis paused. In a
softer and more yielding tone, he said as he unfolded his arms, "But
then if you did do things differently, you wouldn't be Roquan, now,
would you?"

Roquan just gave a small nod of his head. Rennis cast a somewhat warmer
look at Roquan before turning and walking off.

Doran made a face. "Now what was that all about?"

Roquan watched Rennis leave before turning back to Doran. "A
friendship."

Doran gave Roquan a nonplussed look.

"A friendship that may be salvaged."

Doran continued to stare for a few more moments before finally rolling
his eyes and shaking his head. "Every time I talk to you, Roquan, I
understand you even less. No matter. This Conclave will not last much
longer."

"Are you saying we should call the Full Conclave soon?"

"Not yet. Let things settle for another day. But we won't wait too
long. I believe we've given Gronnus a bit of a blow. I have not seen
him very active this morning."

"Perhaps he is admitting defeat."

"Or he is planning something," Doran said darkly.

Roquan frowned. "What could he possibly offer? I have managed to
counter all the deals he could possibly make with the Overlords. It is
now his word against mine. I have the upper hand there."

"I certainly hope the other Overlords continue to see it that way!
Which is why we shall not wait long. I have them primed. Unless Gronnus
insists on carrying on a debate, we will see an end to this."

Roquan nodded. "And an end to the Emperor's meddling."

Doran's expression became more serious. "Yes, well, the details of
/that/ will have to wait. There will be much to work out with regards
to that." Doran clapped Roquan on the shoulder once more before heading
off.

Roquan looked back towards the bazaar. He could no longer see Freya or
Amanda through the crowd.

There had to be a way to get Amanda back. He could not let Freya leave
the Manor with her. He would never get her back after that.

Yet he had to do it in a way that would not jeopardize the vote.
Whatever he did, it would have to be after the Conclave had concluded
and before Freya left. It was a slim window.

He took a deep breath. He knew he should be focusing on making sure all
his deals would be concluded smoothly. Instead, he chose to trust that
once things had been set in motion, Gronnus could do little to stop it.
He needed time to think. And the only way he could do this is someplace
without distractions, such as his quarters.

He took one last look towards the bazaar and started away from the
gate.



Gronnus was a nervous wreck.

Much of the night, he had been plagued by bad dreams. First they were
of the conversation with Herdon. Then they pictured Herdon doing the
deed, Roquan lying dead, bright red blood staining the floor. Then he
imagined himself dead along with him, killed by the Emperor himself.

By the time he managed to get up that morning and steady his nerves
with some brandy, he came to a realization. He could not let this
happen.

It had nothing to do with whether Roquan was in the right or not. This
was beyond that. It no longer mattered. The simple fact was that you do
/not/ murder an Overlord! In light of this, the whole debate was almost
a petty, meaningless squabble.

But as Gronnus sat in his quarters, still trembling despite the brandy,
he wondered now if maybe Roquan had been right all along. The Emperor
had taken things too far. He remembered the revelation that the Emperor
had indeed been training his own slaves. He still balked at that! There
was no disputing Roquan's arguments here. Only Overlords train and own
slaves!

But what could he do?

Gronnus finished off the last of his brandy in one gulp, groaning as it
blazed a bright trail down his gullet and burned like a coal in his
stomach. He took a few deep breaths, trying to clear his mind. He had
nobody to turn to. Except perhaps ...

He leaned back in his seat, his eyes slightly glazed, partially from
the alcohol and partially from the thought he just had.

He would think Gronnus mad. Or he would think it some kind of lie or a
trick. No matter. If nothing else, it would ease his conscience in the
end. He could at least live with himself after that. Maybe.

Gronnus stood up and straightened his clothing. He tried to arrange his
hair a little neater, but he grew too flustered and just let it be. It
really didn't matter any more. He had no plans to try to get any votes.
There was no point.

He walked out into the morning sun. The already oppressively humid air
hit him full force, making him stagger with his brandy-dulled senses.
There was no breeze to stir the sodden air around him, and he broke
into a profuse sweat by the time he had walked up and over the bluff.
Admittedly, not all of it was from the heat.

Gronnus' breathing became labored as he started down the path along the
north end of the Manor. It took a few moments for him to realize that
he had quickened his pace, as if the urgency of his task had suddenly
become greater.

Up ahead, he spotted Roquan, walking down from the Manor gate. He
stopped and watched Roquan turn down the path to his quarters.

Gronnus took a deep breath, though it did him little good. He still
felt like he was suffocating. He took a step forward.

"Going somewhere, Overlord?"

Gronnus froze. The next moment, he felt something sharp pressing
lightly into his back. His eyes widened, and he swallowed hard, an
audible click sounding in his dry throat.

"You're not thinking of discussing something in private with Overlord
Roquan, are you?" said Herdon's voice, low and deadly.

Gronnus was too frightened to speak.

"I thought you might try this, Overlord, so I have been keeping a close
eye on you," the assassin continued. "So you are too much of a coward
to want to see this through. So be it. But you will not stop it. You
will not thwart the Emperor's will."

"Herdon ... please ..." Gronnus croaked, his voice quavering. "You
can't ..."

"I can and I will. And you will do your part. And know this: I will
keep watching you all day. And when night falls, I will keep vigil
somewhere near Roquan's quarters once he retires for the evening. You
are not to approach his quarters. If you do, I will kill you. You will
not send another Overlord, either. I will kill him as well. Do you
understand this?"

Gronnus felt his fear as an icy hand around his heart, a heart that now
thumped painfully in his chest. He tensed and gasped when he felt the
point jab into him.

"I asked you a question, Overlord."

Gronnus nodded. "I understand ..."

"Good. Now remember. Make a Point of Order. Invite him in the morning
to your quarters for debate. Then I will handle the rest."

The point in his back disappeared, and he felt Herdon move away from
him. It took Gronnus several moments before he dared move. He turned
around, but Herdon had already vanished.

Gronnus felt weak and had to stagger off the path and into the grass to
find a tree to lean against. He took out a handkerchief and mopped his
brow, though the perspiration reformed almost as soon as he had
finished.

"Are you unwell, Overlord?"

Gronnus spun around, nearly falling over. It was only the fact that he
backed up into the tree that saved him from a spill. He uttered a sigh
of relief and embarrassment as he saw who it was.

"Ah, but I startled you," said Jollis. He gave a respectful half-bow.
"I ask forgiveness."

"It's ... i-it's all right. Um ... do I know you?"

Jollis smiled pleasantly. "Perhaps. Perhaps not. I am but a simple
merchant."

Gronnus tensed again at the word "merchant", but slowly relaxed again
at the man's unassuming manner. "Wait ... I may have seen you. With
Roquan."

"Yes, I have conducted some business with him. Perhaps that is it."

"What is it you want?"

"I only wished to see that you were well. You had appeared as if the
heat of the day had disagreed with you."

"No, I'm ... er, I mean, yes, that is likely it. I am not used to this
tropical weather."

Jollis nodded respectfully. "Of course. May I assist in any way, your
Lordship?"

Gronnus glanced nervously towards Roquan's quarters and slipped out
from in front of the tree. He started to back away through the grass,
stumbling a bit. "No, that's okay, I ... I just need to get back into
the shade. I'll just head back to my quarters."

The Overlord turned and staggered back onto the path and headed quickly
towards the bluff.

Jollis watched the man go, then his eyes darted silently around him. He
did this without moving his head at all.

The man was here somewhere. Watching him. Watching the Overlord. He
thought of Roquan's quarters behind him. Whatever was going to happen,
it was going to happen soon.

And Amanda was the captive of this cruel female Overlord. Jollis had
personally witnessed some of the things that Freya did or allowed to
have done to Amanda at the bazaar. It had disgusted him. His personal
feelings aside, however, having Amanda away from Roquan's side was very
bad.

Jollis was reasonably sure that Herdon did not know of Amanda's
Draughtless state. And as it was becoming very apparent that Herdon was
the enemy, this made Amanda a valuable weapon. But the weapon would do
no good if not in the hands of the person that needed to wield it.

He paused. He realized that he had been thinking of Amanda in terms of
a thing, no better than the way the Overlords treated her as property.
He was most displeased with himself. Fortunately, he still felt that
the ultimate ends had justified the means. He had to keep that in mind.
Sometimes it was difficult.

But then again, there were difficult times indeed ahead for everyone.



"I don't think we have anything to worry about," Doran said. "I have
not seen him leave his quarters all morning, so I cannot see him
attempting to ..."

"Wait, there he is," commented Rennis, nodding his head towards the
entrance.

Both Doran and Roquan turned as one as Gronnus ascended the rising path
into the gazebo. He looked a bit ashen, as if he were ill, and his eyes
were listless, though with a hard edge to them. He glanced over at the
other three and glowered, though it was half-hearted at best.

"He doesn't look well," Rennis said with genuine concern in his voice.

"Bah. Probably going for a sympathy vote if nothing else," Doran said
dismissively.

Rennis gave Doran a mildly irritated look. Now even the attitude of
Roquan's other nominal ally was starting to grate on him. "I was more
concerned about his health. This tropical weather is not good for
everyone, you know."

"There will be time to worry about that later, Rennis! Now, Roquan, no
need to be elegant. You've got most of them won over by this time. With
Gronnus putting up no fight whatsoever, the less you say at this point,
the better. Don't give anyone any openings to debate you."

"I do not fear debate, Doran," Roquan said crossly.

Doran sighed. "Fine, you don't fear it. But you don't have to /invite/
it."

"So you are saying I should forgo any statements?"

"Exactly. Let's wait until we're ready to hold the Full Conclave. Once
we do that, debate can no longer be delayed or shelved. Everything is
resolved now."

"No doubt you will want a say in what words I use."

Doran smirked. "Probably just skim over them, since I've already seen
how you managed to ..."

"Wait a minute," Rennis called out, looking past them. "What is /she/
doing here?"

The other Overlords again turned. Freya was walking into the gazebo. Or
perhaps a better term would be /strutting/. She smiled slyly at the
others, lifting her hand so the others could see the end of the chain
in it. Before her walked Amanda, looking a bit tired and stressed. Her
arms twitched, the tightness of her cuffs making her muscles ache. She
looked oddly embarrassed.

Briefly, her gaze met Roquan's, and anger flashed in her eyes. She
quickly looked away.

Freya snapped the chain hard to bring Amanda to a stop. The Overlord
took her seat, and then tugged on the chain to bring Amanda closer so
Freya could slip an arm around her. She turned to Amanda and gestured
towards the girl's legs. Amanda spread her feet apart slightly.

Roquan's eyes darted down to the dark shape over Amanda's mound, then
rose to meet Freya's gaze, giving the woman a hard, cold look. Freya
simply smiled back and pursed her lips in a kiss.

"She is here to show off," Roquan said stiffly.

"Or she wants to throw another Point of Order at you," Doran said
darkly. "Perhaps she realized she did not get as good a deal as she
wished."

"You do not wish me to speak on the 'deal' we made," Roquan said icily.

Doran raised his hands. "All right, all right, forget I mentioned it. I
just remind you of what happened the last time she showed up."

"You don't need to do that," Rennis said quietly. "He already knows
quite well."

Roquan cast a softer gaze at his friend in silent acknowledgment for
that small show of support. Rennis simply nodded back. Roquan shifted
his eyes back to Amanda again, and the thing over her pussy.
"Contraband," he muttered in a low voice.

"What was that? I didn't catch it," said Doran.

"Nothing. Nothing at all." Roquan wrenched his gaze away. "I believe we
have all that we will. We should begin."

Doran and Rennis stepped away and found their seats. Roquan strolled
casually to the back of the room and turned to face the other
Overlords. Quickly, they fell silent, faster than they have been doing.
Roquan wondered if this were a good sign or not.

"Welcome again to the Conclave. Debate is now open. I am at your
convenience."

And at once, Gronnus' hand went up.

Roquan paused only a beat. "Overlord Gronnus D'yoran, your concerns are
ours."

Behind Roquan, Doran cast a most vile look as Gronnus rose slowly to
his feet. Near him, Freya likewise looked askance, her self-satisfied
smile quickly fading.

Gronnus paused for a long moment, his mouth working with no sound
emerging from his lips. Briefly, Roquan wondered if perhaps Rennis had
been right about the man feeling ill. Yet this passed, and when Gronnus
did speak, it was with a loud voice. "Overlord Roquan D'ronstaq! I
contend that ... that you have had no authority to call for this
Conclave in the first place!"

Doran and Rennis lapsed into a stunned silence, exchanging an
astonished look. Roquan simply stared at Gronnus as if he had gone
stark raving mad. The other Overlords also looked on with a mixture of
interest and confusion, and not a small amount of soft murmuring among
the lot of them.

Gronnus faltered a moment when he was aware of all attention now on
him. He cleared his throat awkwardly. "The matter at hand is ... a
grave one. Or we are so led to believe. Yet Roquan has but two
generations behind him! Are we to trust his judgment as to the validity
of these claims?"

"Why should the longevity of my ..." Roquan began to say with a clearly
indignant tone, but was cut short when Doran jumped out of his seat and
pulled at the Overlord's arm. Roquan violently yanked his arm back but
said nothing.

Freya furrowed her brow, her lips parting. She glanced between Gronnus
and Roquan, her fingers holding the end of the chain more tightly.

"Face it," Gronnus continued, relaxing a bit as he found his stride.
"Overlords believe in influence. And influence comes from how far you
can trace back Overlords in your Clan."

Several of the others nodded, though many thought Gronnus rather
audacious -- and perhaps a little out of order -- to be stating
something so blatantly, even if it were true.

Yet they had witnessed Roquan lose his cool. Obviously the sign of
someone with little Clan wisdom upon which to draw.

Roquan forced himself to take a deep breath to relax. When he spoke
again, his voice was calmer but definitely had an edge to it. "This is
a case, Overlord Gronnus, where I believe the facts are indisputable.
Who is presenting them, who has summoned the Conclave, all of this
matters not. What matters is what the Emperor has done and what he is
trying to do."

"So you claim!"

Silence descended. Roquan's eyes became hard as diamonds. In a very low
and deadly voice he said, "Would Overlord Gronnus be accusing a fellow
Overlord of /blatantly lying/ to the Conclave about the Emperor's
actions?"

All eyes shifted to Gronnus.

Gronnus paused again. "No, I am doing no such thing," he said in a
softer voice. He appeared to search for words for a moment. "I am
instead questioning your perception of them."

Roquan's eyebrows shot upwards. "My /perception/ of them? Indeed? I
would think there are a limited number of ways to interpret such
actions as training his own slaves and attempted kidnapping."

"But is he truly training his own slaves? Or have you taken this
incident and perhaps come to the wrong conclusion?"

Doran was gaping at the Overlord. None of this made any sense! It was
ridiculous! Gronnus was disputing facts that needed no debate! He
turned his head and cast a pleading look at Rennis. Rennis simply
shrugged and shook his head, unable to offer an explanation.

Roquan's eyes darted over the assembled Overlords. Certainly they
looked interested. At the same time, not many looked very convinced by
Gronnus' words. At least one looked amused.

The exception was Freya. For some reason, she appeared positively
livid.

Remaining calm was easier now for Roquan. It was clear to him that
Gronnus was making a last desperate bid to stave off defeat. And in
doing so, making a fool of himself. If there was one thing that Roquan
knew about such debates, it was far easier to let his opponent damage
himself than it was to attack him.

"There are few men that can take clear facts and come to wholly
disparate conclusions about them," Roquan said mildly. "And since I
have heard no dispute from any other Overlord here as to these facts,
this does not leave us with much latitude for alternate
interpretations. Would you not agree, Overlord Gronnus?"

Doran blinked and broke into a wide smile. He just caught on to the
same thing Roquan already had. In fact, some of the other Overlords
were already nodding their heads. They had indeed accepted Roquan's
words. There was little reason not to, even as extraordinary as some
thought they were. Indeed, they were backed up by a second Overlord,
one that was more respected, namely Rennis. Two Overlords witnessing an
event was more than enough proof. Now it was Gronnus who was the
upstart, alone in his convictions that things were otherwise.

Gronnus appeared momentarily floored by Roquan's statement. His mind
raced, and perspiration trickled down his forehead. He shivered despite
the heat.

The debate had managed to pull Amanda from the depression into which
she had felt herself spiraling. Now she looked at Gronnus and Roquan
with interest. She was also confused as to why the other Overlord was
disputing these basic facts. Confused and indignant, for she had
witnessed some of them. She knew first hand that all of it was true.

"Yes, there has been no debate on them," Gronnus finally said. "This is
true. But it is also true ... it is also true that none of us were
there!"

Roquan frowned and glanced back at his cohorts. Now there was no
disguising the contempt in his voice when he spoke again. "What are you
talking about, Gronnus?"

"You said yourself at one point to another Overlord that it was a very
stressful time. Could that have possibly affected your judgment? Could
you have -- honestly, not maliciously -- made a mistake in what you
believe you saw?"

"I did not base things solely on what I saw, but also on what others
saw."

"Ah, yes, indeed. A slave and an outworlder."

A renewed murmur rose from among the others. Amanda's indignation was
turning to outright anger, and it was showing in her eyes. They burned
hotly with both her growing fury and the urge to speak up. The former
was impossible to suppress, and the latter she barely held in check.

"And why would a slave -- a properly trained slave, mind you, Gronnus,
and not the /filth/ that the Emperor sent us in the form of Yanna --
choose to lie so blatantly in such a situation? And understand ... the
slave we are speaking of is Sirinna."

It was very clear that Rennis had been right. No matter how much the
Overlords may disparage her amongst themselves, none doubted that she
was the best, and it showed on their faces now. Some looked at Gronnus
as if daring him to say otherwise about Sirinna.

"I have no dispute with her account!" Gronnus declared. "But I have
every right to dispute the words of an /outworlder!/"

It was too much. The words were boiling up inside Amanda. Yet before
she could let them go, there came a tug on her chain. It was not hard.
In fact, few others had seen it. It was just enough for her to feel it,
and to distract her enough such that she looked down at Freya.

Freya stared back up at her with a gaze that made Amanda quiver. She
placed a hand along the inside of Amanda's thigh.

"Say one word, just one word, and I will never let you cum again.
Ever."

Amanda's eyes shimmered and her mouth dropped open. For a moment a look
of defiance crossed her face, and she nearly spoke anyway. Freya saw
it, and slid a hand upwards, touching the black material over the
girl's pussy. It came to life immediately, making Amanda bite her limp
and whimper softly.

"Do not test me, Amanda," Freya said, her lips twisting into a
humorless grin. "You will lose. Now ... will you be quiet?"

Amanda felt herself blushing as her body reacted to the gentle
stimulation. "Uhhn ... y-yes mistress ..."

Freya paused another moment and touched Amanda's pussy again, ending
her torture for the moment.

Roquan had had no immediately reply. For a moment he had been
distracted by what was going on between Freya and Amanda, though he had
not heard what Freya had said. He had only seen the action, his eyes
narrowing. He turned his gaze back to Gronnus. "I cannot even dignify
your comment with an answer," he said tersely. "The outworlder you so
casually dismiss is standing right here, being trained to be a proper
slave. She would not lie."

Amanda swallowed, her heart thumping.

"Then perhaps the question remains as to how much she could be trusted
before the training had begun!"

"That is hardly relevant in light of the fact that ..."

But Gronnus was already shaking his head. "No, Roquan, no, you cannot
this resolve here to my satisfaction. I call a Point of Order."

Doran shot to his feet. Rennis gabbed at his arm but was shaken off.
"What?! Are you mad? You cannot do this!"

"And when is it mad to abide by the rules of the Conclave!" Gronnus
called out loudly, though his voice was shaky.

Doran shook a finger at Gronnus. "Yes, but for a debate that actually
means something, not this ... this /prattle!/ You're doing nothing more
than trying to buy time!"

"You would deny me an open debate, Doran? You? Old 'serpent-tongue'
himself?"

"Listen to me, you duplicitous ...!"

"/Enough!/" Roquan shouted. "I would remind everyone that I am the one
who called this Conclave. I am its host and will decide. As I told you
before, Doran, I do not fear debate. He wishes a Point of Order. So be
it. It is noted."

Doran fumed, both at Gronnus and at himself for losing control. He
turned away and sat down heavily in his seat.

The other Overlords looked almost disappointed. This was the first true
excitement they had witnessed since the Conclave had begun.

Amanda looked briefly at Gronnus and saw the look of satisfaction on
his face, even though it was tinged with something else. If she didn't
know any better, she would have said it was fear. But that was
ridiculous. What would this Overlord be fearing now that he got what he
wanted?

Amanda had already gleaned that Gronnus was Roquan's chief rival here.
She believed she knew what was going on. Gronnus was on the losing
side, so he was filibustering.

She felt another tug on the chain and looked down just as Freya stood
up. "We're leaving," she hissed, giving the chain another, hard yank
which made Amanda stumble briefly. She had to jog to keep up with her
mistress' angry, brisk pace.

Roquan took a moment to calm himself as he watched Freya and Amanda
leave. "When do you wish to debate, Overlord Gronnus?"

"Tomorrow morning in my quarters, after dawn," Gronnus said quickly.
There was a nervous quaver to his voice. He cleared his throat to try
to get rid of it.

"Very well. We will pick up the debate on this point then and hopefully
resolve it quickly."

Gronnus nodded, swallowing. "Yes, Overlord Roquan," he said in a softer
voice. "I do believe we will resolve it quite satisfactorily."
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