In truth, had Amanda not been as nervous about the deflowering, she might not have flown off the handle like that. She already felt guilty about it by the time they turned down the path to Roquan's quarters. She quickly ceased to dwell on such matters, however, as the Overlord's residence loomed ahead of her. Despite the fact that she remained in full sun all the way to the door, she felt it casting a shadow over her nonetheless.

Chain or no chain, she had to resist the urge to bolt.

It was only after Sirinna had opened the door and bid Amanda to step inside that she understood why. Her collaring the night before was supposed to have been the point of no return. In reality, what she was doing today was the true turning point. She was about to lose not just her virginity, but whatever sense of innocence she may have had left.

Amanda's eyes darted nervously around her. Briefly they were drawn towards the fireplace and the implements of bondage and discipline that hung prominently from the wall to the left of it. She swallowed hard. She knew that Roquan was unlikely to use any of them at a deflowering; but then again, only a few days before he had put her across his knee and actually spanked her when she had pushed him too far with her insolence.

Sirinna brought Amanda to a stop in the center of the room with a light tug on the chain. Before either of them could say a word, the curtain to the inner chamber parted, and Roquan D'ronstaq stepped into the room.

Amanda's eyes glazed for a moment, as she was unsure of what she would see at this moment. It was only after she saw that the Overlord's body was clothed that she managed to relax a little. She had had the terrible notion that Roquan might have come to her naked, already fully aroused and advancing on her like a lustful satyr.

At the same time, the robe he wore was very light and very thin. It clung to his chiseled form, the smooth sinew of his arms and shoulders clearly outlined. The folds were parted wide near his neck, coming together in a "V" at his waist. Amanda glimpsed a bit of his broad chest through the gap.

Her eyes lingered on this bit of exposure for a moment. It was the most she had ever seen of him. Did she find him attractive? Amanda was not sure. She had so little experience with boys -- let alone older men -- that she had no idea what she liked.

But then again, it was not as if what she liked mattered anymore.

Roquan stood just inside the opening to his bedchamber, his steady gaze falling solidly on Amanda. She quivered at his attention, and one leg moved briefly as if to take a half-step back. She stopped only when she saw something a little different in those eyes this time. They were not as cool and hard as she had remembered them just the day before.

The Overlord stepped towards them, the bottom edge of the robe swirling around his bare feet. Amanda could not decide if the ease in which he moved was born out of confidence or arrogance. She almost could not fault him for the latter. Before Amanda was collared, he had little or no control over her. She could see him wanting to savor a moment like this.

Roquan stopped before her and shifted his gaze towards Sirinna expectantly.

Sirinna could not help but smile despite the solemnity of her voice. "She is ready for you, master. Please treat her well, and give her pleasure."

Amanda felt a flash of heat over her skin as ownership of the end of the chain was exchanged. Just another moment passed as Sirinna quietly made her exit, leaving Amanda alone with the Overlord.

Amanda had no idea what to do or what was expected of her. Her hands clenched and unclenched nervously behind her back, pulling the chain taut between the cuffs. She kept her eyes on his, not knowing where else to place her gaze.

A very small smile played across Roquan's lips. "You're trembling, Amanda," he said, a bit of bemusement in his voice.

Amanda took a breath and let it go. Her voice was small and weak. "I-I know, master."

One eyebrow lifted slightly. "And should I be impressed that you used my proper title on the first attempt?"

The amusement was more apparent in his voice now, but it was not mocking.

She uttered a short sigh. "I'm not going to give you any trouble, master."

"Oh? And how are you so sure of this?"

"I'm too scared to do anything but what you tell me."

Roquan cast a thoughtful but penetrating gaze at Amanda. This was finally too much for her and she dropped her eyes. She nearly flinched when Roquan's hand caught her chin and gently coaxed her into lifting her face towards him again. The next moment, she was so stunned by the gentleness of his touch that she had no idea what to say or think.

"Is that what you believe?" the Overlord asked softly. "That I wish you frightened of me?"

Amanda swallowed and said nothing.

"Turn around."

She hesitated a moment before complying. She felt a tug on her restraints, and then heard two clicks. The cuffs fell away from her wrists. Seconds later, the chain was detached from her neck.

"Face me."

Amanda turned again. In the silence, she could actually hear the little padlock that still remained on her collar swinging from its eyelets. Roquan dropped the cuffs and the chain into the chair near the entrance to the inner chamber. "I hope to show you that your fear is misplaced. I do not wish my slaves to be afraid of me."

Amanda opened her mouth briefly, but caught herself and closed it without saying a word.

"You remembered yourself. I am indeed impressed now, Amanda. Or was that out of fear again?"

"I'm just trying to follow the rules," Amanda said evenly, though there was still a slight quaver to her voice. "I'm not supposed to speak with you unless asked a direct question. Did I get that right, master?"'

Roquan smiled. "Ah, that is more of the Amanda I know. Willful and headstrong."

"I'm sorry, master."

"I did not necessarily mean it as a criticism."

Now Amanda was confused, and she remained silent more for this than any rule.

"You'll learn this in time, but slave training is not meant to destroy your spirit. It is meant to show you obedience and submissiveness. There is a difference."

Amanda said nothing.

"You are free to speak. That rule is suspended for the time being."

"I guess I can't see the difference yet, master."

Roquan reached down and took one of Amanda's hands in his. Again, his touch was unexpectedly light. His fingers squeezed hers almost tenderly. Her eyes turned to his with mild surprise, and when he spoke again, his voice was soft and husky. "I wish only to bring out the best in my slaves, Amanda. That includes you."

Amanda did not know how to react to this. His words did not have any significance to her. She was sure that he did not truly understand what her real reasons were for staying in Narlass. She could not believe that Roquan had no idea at all; he was too intelligent and too observant of his slaves for that. Yet she doubted that he understood how deep her feelings for Sirinna went. Or how desperate she had been to escape the life she had on Earth.

"I-I'm not sure what you expect to find in me," Amanda finally said.

"That is part of why you are here right now."

She trembled again and felt panic threaten to rise up inside her. "I don't know what you want me to do. I ..."

Roquan gave her hand another squeeze, silencing her. "You do not understand this yet, but this is for you, not for me. You do not need to do anything except submit to it."

Amanda could not help herself. She gave him a cynical look. "Is that all, master?"

"It is, perhaps, easier than you believe. Come."

When Roquan stepped back towards his bedchamber, tugging lightly on her arm, Amanda resisted. She stood rigidly in place, as if daring him to show his true self. She expected him to pull on her more insistently, until finally losing patience with her and hauling her inside. Perhaps he was looking for the excuse to do just that, to simply take her brutally and forcefully, to make it nothing more than a rape.

Yet none of these things happened. All he did was give her another light, coaxing tug on her arm, and squeeze her hand again. It was only when he fixed his gaze to hers that she saw a little of the insistence that she had sought. What was missing was the impatience.

When Amanda still did not yield on the second try, Roquan actually smiled at her. "The collar has done nothing to cure you of your defiance. Would you be surprised to learn that I actually find that a relief?"

Amanda did not answer; the surprised look on her face was reply enough.

On Roquan's third try, Amanda relented, and stepped past the curtain and into his bedchamber.

On the other side of the curtain, when her eyes fell upon the Overlord's inner sanctum, she briefly froze up again, advancing no further than a few feet from the door. Roquan did not force the matter and let go of her hand. Amanda, ever observant, realized that he was putting his trust in her. She could have bolted out the door before he could grab her. Perhaps there was some significance to the fact that he removed her bonds before bringing her into the bedchamber.

Curiosity began to overcome fear. She looked around, and discovered that the Overlord's bedchamber was not all that different from slave quarters. It had the same wood pole and thatch construction, save that some of the former had heatless and smokeless torches attached to them.

She heard a rush of water somewhere. She glanced towards the sound, and saw another curtained entrance leading to what she had assumed was the sanity. Yet it was apparent from the vague movement she saw beyond the veil that his was a bit more.

"Amanda."

She flinched when she saw Roquan standing before her again, but her eyes were instead drawn to the curious object in his hands.

"You will need this first."

Tentatively, Amanda accepted a small flask filled with an odd-looking bluish-green fluid. Before the Overlord could speak again, Amanda made the connection. "This is to protect me, isn't it, master? From pregnancy, I mean."

"So you know of it already?"

"Sirinna mentioned it to me a few days ago."

"Then you know you must drink it before anything else may commence."

Amanda held up the draught to the light. A distressed look came over her face.

"Yes?" asked Roquan.

She lowered the flask. "Um ... is this permanent, master?"

"Of course. There is no reason it should not be."

Amanda's fingers tightened around the neck of the flask. Motherhood was not something that had ever really entered her mind. Being only fourteen, there was little reason for it to occupy her thoughts. Yet now she was being asked to give it up forever.

In Narlassi logic, it made perfect sense. No one who was a slave stopped being a slave, so there would be no need to reverse such a thing.

She looked up. Roquan was watching her with a curious look. Amanda wondered what that meant. Did all other Captives simply accept this fate at this point without hesitation? She thought perhaps they did.

Amanda did not care what the rules said. She could not change her attitude so quickly. Thus it was only a sense of duty and requirement that made her lift the flask to her mouth and drink down the rather bland contents in just a few swallows.

There was something of a small grin upon Roquan's face as he took the empty flask from her. "I believe my assessment was correct when I said you would be challenge to train, Amanda. Will you be as much a challenge to me today?"

"I honestly don't know, master."

Roquan stepped up to her and placed his strong hands lightly on her shoulders. To as much her surprise as his, she did not shrink away from his touch. His hands slid gently down her arms. He could still feel her body quivering, but less so than before. When Amanda raised her eyes to his again, there was less anxiety and more curiosity in them. Yet ever-present was that faint gleam of defiance.

"You do not seem quite as frightened now as you were."

There was truth to his statement. She was at least not so scared of the Overlord. Her feelings on other matters, however, had yet to change. "Looks can be deceiving, master."

"Then perhaps you will still benefit from a little diversion."

Before she could inquire about this, he took her hand and led her through the side doorway.

As she had surmised, only the part closest to the doorway contained a sanitary. Beyond it was another full room nearly as large as the bedchamber, and housed something that looked very familiar to her.

Unlike the bedchamber, the floor here was rock, carved into a smooth bowl-shaped depression. It was filled with clear water that steamed gently. In the center, a spring bubbled steadily, sending ripples over the surface of the pool. Where the waves crested, a bit of soapy froth had formed.

Amanda recognized it because there was one behind Sirinna's quarters, though it was open to the air. She shuddered, for her experience with it had not been completely pleasant. That was when she had unwittingly brought the Disalla into the water with her, driving herself and Tanyee nearly insane with lust.

Tentatively, she dipped the toes of one foot into the pool. It was quite warm, even more so than that of Sirinna's. She flicked her toes, and where the water splashed, a thick, soapy froth formed almost instantly. Her panic spiked, and she yanked her foot back.

"Ordinary soap," Roquan said. "Nothing more."

Amanda jerked her head around, her gaze sharp for a moment before softening as she reluctantly remembered her place.

"I intend to use nothing magical on you, Amanda. Surely Sirinna has told you this."

"She did, master." She paused a moment, her heart starting to pound again. "Will ... will you be entering the pool with me?"

He placed a hand on her shoulder. Suddenly the steam felt oppressively warm to her. His voice was as soft as his touch. "What do you think?"

Amanda swallowed hard. She felt that the idea of just seeing Roquan naked, let alone being in such an intimate setting with him, was still beyond her ability to cope.

"At some point, you must be willing to trust me, Amanda."

Had his voice hinted at anger, or impatience, or even amusement, she might not have responded. Instead, it was more like a plea, and very unlike what she thought an Overlord would be like when dealing with a reluctant slave. Trust on her part was not something she thought would even enter his mind. Was he truly that concerned about it?

Amanda took a deep breath, but it did little good. The steam had thickened, and moist warmth was making her feel a bit lightheaded. She turned herself away from Roquan, as if making a point that she was doing this herself and not because he had wanted it. She lowered herself and slipped into the pool.

She felt her breath taken from her for a moment as the heat of the water slid over her naked skin. Just the simple movement of her body slipping into the water was enough to ring her with dense suds. The soap seemed to leave a bright, oily sheen on her skin which glistened brightly. When she placed a hand along her side, it felt not so much slippery as silky. As her hand slid along her skin, it sent a tingle through her body.

Amanda began to turn around, her movements generating a widening ring of suds around her, hiding the bottom of the pool from view. "Master, are you sure this is not ..."

But her words stopped abruptly with a sharp gasp as she saw that in her distraction, she had not noticed that the Overlord was already in the pool with her.

Her eyes darted to the side, where his robe lay neatly folded to the side. Her mouth dropped open, her heart racing. Her gaze was drawn back to Roquan, his broad, powerful chest bared to her. Already, suds had formed in the water around his waist, hiding the rest of him from view for the time being. Yet her gaze tracked downward anyway, partially from fear, and partially from simple curiosity.

Roquan approached her, slowly and easily, the water rippling around him. Amanda closed her mouth and watched him intently. As he grew close, she tried to muster up one last bit of defiance in her eyes. It failed when he placed his hands gently against her sides and slid them very slowly down and around the curve of her hips. Even under the water, the soap seemed to cling to her, making his touch extremely sensuous.

But not sexual. Not yet. He made no move to touch her in any intimate areas. His hands drew upwards, along her sides and under her arms, yet avoided her breasts. They slipped behind her, drawing her towards him and massaging her back, but never descended below her waist.

He finally withdrew and pulled back from her slightly. "Perhaps you trust me a bit more now."

At the same time, however, Amanda noticed his voice had grown quite husky and deep.

"And there is nothing magical in the water, master?"

"If you feel anything, Amanda, it is not the doing of magic."

"I'm ... I-I'm not quite sure what I feel right now."

"That is perfectly understandable. You are not experienced enough yet."

"But that's why I'm here, isn't it?"

To her surprise, he shook his head.

"This is not for experience. This is for enjoyment."

"Mine or yours?"

Roquan paused, and then laughed softly. It was the first time Amanda had ever heard the Overlord laugh. It suddenly made him seem a little more human to her.

"It is largely for you. But I would be foolish if I told you I did not wish enjoyment for myself." Roquan paused a moment, and then added in a lower voice, "And it would be a most outrageous lie if I said I did not find you very desirable."

Amanda's eyes widened. For the first time since entering Roquan's quarters, she felt a flash of heat that had nothing to do with the water or the steam. Yet it was also mixed with an equal measure of fear. She knew now what she had suspected, that he was already quite aroused and ready to have her, but she was not there yet herself.

At least now, however, she thought she might have a chance of getting there.

Roquan, ever the master at reading his slaves' feelings, sensed this and smiled softly at her. Without a word, he picked up one of her hands, lifting her arm from the water. He scooped up some suds with his free hand, and began to bathe her.

Amanda felt another flash of heat, stronger this time, and focusing on her sex. As with everything else, part of the feelings invoked were good, part were not. She remembered her Disalla-induced tryst with Tanyee starting in a similar fashion.

With Tanyee, however, it had devolved into a sexual, lustful frenzy of touching and stroking. Here, Roquan kept the same slow, purposeful movements with which he started the task. He slowly and methodically washed one arm and then the other, her heart racing each time his hand slid up her arm and closer to her body.

The first time she drew her breath in sharply and held it when his hand left her arm, only to feel it glide over her shoulders instead of where she thought it might. He moved behind her, working his fingers into the muscles of her shoulders and her upper back. Amanda closed her eyes briefly and let her breath go as a long sigh. The massage actually felt good.

His fingers slid up and over the back of her neck, just above the collar. Amanda uttered another small sigh as her neck muscles relaxed under his touch.

Roquan attended to the other arm. This time, when his hand left it, it traveled along her side, and then her stomach. Amanda panted lightly as it slipped upwards, just barely touching the curve of her breasts, the sides of his fingers only brushing the swell of her flesh. Likewise, when his hand drifted down, it only just flirted with the top edge of the tuft of pubic hair over the apex of her sex.

Amanda realized now that he was not simply showing restraint. He was teasing her. What she did not want to admit was that it was starting to work.

Roquan had her sit back against the side of the pool with her hips slid forward. As she carefully settled back against the polished stone, the water lapped at her shoulders. Only now did she notice that the sudsy foam was thinning. She could see shadowy shapes under the pool's surface.

Strong fingers curled around one of her ankles and lifted her leg. She resisted just for a moment before letting him raise her calf out of the water, making her bend the leg at the knee. As her weight settled back, she realized suddenly that she was very vulnerable in this position. She had almost no leverage with which to rise from her position without him first letting go of her leg.

As he did with the rest of her, he bathed her leg with slow, sensuous strokes of his fingers across her flesh. He leaned towards her, making her leg bend a bit more at the knee, allowing him to reach her thigh. Amanda swallowed, her heart pounding, as he slid along her now quivering flesh. As he grew closer to her pussy, her muscles twitched, and her hands clenched under the water.

His fingertips came just short of touching the very edge of her mound before his hand withdrew.

Amanda let a breath go as a ragged sigh. "Th-there must be something in the water," she blurted in a strained voice. "There has to be."

Roquan carefully lowered her leg back into the water and regarded her with a bemused look. "And why is that?"

Amanda couldn't answer that. She would have to admit to what her body was feeling in order to reply.

Without a word of contention, he simply attended to her other leg. This time it appeared he lingered a little more. His fingers played along the inside of her thigh, his strokes as light as her skin was slick. They flirted with the outside edge of her sex again until Amanda was trembling, not so much with desire as the raw sexual tension. When his hand left her and her leg was lowered back into the water, the look she gave him was almost one of disappointment.

It was not lost on Roquan. He took her hand and coaxed her away from the side of the pool. Amanda hesitated, but did not truly resist as he pulled her deeper into the water. Fewer suds appeared with her movements now, and what did appear were being swept away by the current in the spring. Her eyes flicked downward for a second as he drew her closer. The surface of the pool still churned too much for her to see anything more then vague shapes, yet her imagination filled in much of the detail. She felt another wave of heat come over her.

Roquan turned to the side and scooped up what little remained of the soap in his fingers. When he returned his gaze to Amanda's face, she could see the growing excitement in his eyes, even though his voice remained carefully controlled and steady. "There is just enough left to finish your bath, Amanda. Turn around."

Amanda's breath quickened. Renewed fear threatened to well up inside her, but she quashed it as best she could. Yet it expressed itself as one last flicker of resistance in her eyes in the moment's hesitation before she turned around in the water, presenting her back to him.

There was a pause at that moment, Roquan remaining still, his eyes darting over Amanda's glistening body. He found himself taking a slow, deep breath and letting it go. Amanda's assessment of him had been correct. He had been intensely aroused since entering the pool, having purposely taken advantage of her earlier distraction so he could slip into the pool without her seeing his erection. He knew it would have frightened her.

Roquan was unsure of why he so desired the girl. It was natural for him to feel some degree of lust for a nubile, young slave, but rarely to this degree. He was actually worried over whether she would respond to him even after all this, and even after what he had already sensed from her.

Amanda had no idea of the emotional quandary in the Overlord's mind. To her, this pause was another tease, making her anticipate his touch, whether for good or bad. It was almost a relief when she felt his hands on her, pressing against her waist. They began a slow slide up her torso, and this time she knew there would be no restraint. She drew in her breath and let it go as a rattling sigh, her body quaking as his fingers curved over the soft flesh of her breasts.

She felt the Overlord's body against her back, his breath hot in her ear. Amanda uttered a second, deeper sigh, her eyes sliding closed. His fingers squeezed her gently, lifting her breasts and pressing her nipples into his palms. Despite the effect the bath had on her, she was still surprised as she sensed her own rising excitement at his touch.

Roquan forced himself to take it slowly. He felt her responding to him, but he knew it was slow, and more importantly, delicate as well. If he did anything out of turn, he would ruin it. He took his time spreading the soap over her breasts, the flesh growing slippery. He marveled at the soft pliancy and shapely contours despite her youth, and understood what a prize he had in her as a slave.

His fingertips found her nipples, and stroked them in gentle, lazy swirls. Heat grew in Amanda's pussy, and she parted her knees under the water. She panted lightly as her nipples swelled to raised nubs under Roquan's touch. When he flicked at the hardened nipples with his fingers, she trembled and moaned softly.

Roquan's own excitement was growing as well, and his already hard cock ached with the desire to consummate the act. Some of his control slipped, and in that moment of weakness, one of his hands slid from her breast and down into the water.

Amanda's eyes and mouth flew open, and she froze when his fingers suddenly slid into her folds. The next moment, she shuddered against his body, her thighs quivering with conflicting desires to both open to him and close against him. His fingers still had soap on them, yet instead of stinging her tender flesh, it made him glide over her in a most delightful way. Barely seconds later, her own natural wetness joined it, and her breath became a ragged pant.

It was too much for her. She surrendered to the desire he had finally sparked within her. She parted her legs wider for him, letting his fingers slip into her tunnel.

"Oh my God ..." Amanda moaned.

One of his hands still held her breast. As skilled as he was, he was able to continue fondling her at the same time he stroked her. Amanda's excitement grew to a fever pitch. She felt weak, leaning back against him for support.

The move was unexpected to Roquan, and he had little choice but to let his hardness press against the small of her back. Amanda shuddered again as she felt it, but she did not pull away from it. Instead, her heart raced in renewed fear, but it was tempered by her desire and her growing curiosity.

Roquan drew his fingers up her slot and swirled the tips against her womanhood. The pace increased steadily, as did the pressure, stroking her faster and harder. Suddenly Amanda was reminded of her first sexual tryst with Sirinna in the park near her home back on Earth. She had been so excited that she had cum in seconds. She felt she was nearing the same point with Roquan now as she started to rise precipitously.

Yet before this could happen, his fingers stopped and withdrew. Amanda blinked in surprise, and after a moment's pause, she whimpered softly in sexual frustration.

"I believe you are ready, Amanda."

Her heart skipped a beat. His voice was breathless and desperate. She knew he wanted her very badly. She wasn't sure she could make it back into his bedchamber without losing her nerve in the face of that.

Roquan would not give her the chance. He pushed her gently away from him, making her turn around in curiosity. Her eyes fell on him as he positioned himself against the side of the pool, sliding his hips forward as Amanda had done earlier.

The water was calmer at the edge, and for the first time, she could see catch a glimpse of what lay in store for her under the surface of the pool.

Through the rippling water, she could see the vague shape of his engorged manhood. For a moment, it looked quite massive to her, until the ripples along the surface of the pool ceased enough for her to get a clearer view. Here it settled into something more believable, yet the thought of its length and thickness trying to fit inside her body almost made her shrink back from it.

The Overlord would not give her the chance. Already he had grasped her hand and was pulling her towards him.

"Wait, w-we're not ..." Amanda protested weakly, though she offered little more than token resistance as she was drawn to him.

"We will do it here," Roquan said, his voice urgent. The eyes that met her gaze were intense and needful. "I do not think I would make it to the bedchamber."

The admission so stunned her that what remaining last-second protests had formed in her mind died in her throat. He took both her arms in his hands and pulled her towards him with a suddenness that made her gasp. Her knees spread wide as she straddled him, and he tipped her forward until she was forced to place her hands on his shoulders to stop from falling into him.

One of Roquan's hands reached under the water and lifted his cock towards her. His other hand lay against her waist and guided her into position. Yet there he stopped, and gave Amanda an expectant look.

It took a few seconds for it to dawn on Amanda that he was waiting for her to make the next move, to commit herself to this act. Suddenly, it all felt different. It was no longer the Overlord taking her virginity, but Amanda giving it. She had no idea whether Roquan had planned it this way all along, but the end result was the same. It gave the entire thing a completely different tone.

Amanda drew in her breath, and lowered her hips.

She did not pause when she first felt the swollen head of his cock press against the lips of her pussy. She knew if she paused, if she thought about it, she would not go through with it.

Amanda closed her eyes and bit her lip as he penetrated her, expecting to feel a moment of pain despite her lack of a hymen. Instead, it was just a gentle pressure, a slow filling of her tunnel that made her let her breath go as a deep, soft sigh. She heard -- and then felt through her hands -- a deep, reverberating moan from Roquan as he slid inside her.

"Oh God ..." Amanda whispered huskily as her pubis made contact with his, all of his length snugly inside her.

Roquan grasped her hips tightly in his hands and urged her upwards. Beyond any rational thought at this moment, she let him guide her actions. Before long, Roquan had her slowly pumping her hips up and down on his cock. Amanda moaned softly at the sensation of his manhood sliding back and forth in her tight cunt.

He let her find a comfortable rhythm, and then took her hips between his hands again. "Lean forward," he said in a low, strained voice.

Amanda paused in her thrusts to comply. When she started again, she felt Roquan's hands guiding her hips into a slightly different pattern, one where they swung back and forth as she humped. Suddenly the firm shaft of his cock was stroking against her more deliberately, drawing a gasp from her, and then a single, loud moan.

"Oh God ... oh God ..." Amanda groaned, feeling herself rise. She wanted to move faster, to pump her hips against him harder, but Roquan forced her to remain steady with a gentle squeeze of her hips.

"Slowly, Amanda," the Overlord breathed, his own eyes closed. "Do not rush it."

Amanda was shaking in her excitement. Her fingers curled and dug into Roquan's shoulders. She heard Roquan's breath quicken, and felt his hands finally urge her onward. She complied willingly, water rippling around her as her hips thrust faster against him.

The hot pressure in her pussy mounted. Roquan's hands slid up her sides and drew her even closer to him. She moaned and let him pull her to him. It forced her to slow her hips, but it put him into even more contact with her clitoris. She whimpered loudly into his ear.

Finally, Roquan nudged her away with a sense of growing urgency in his eyes, his own breath short.

Amanda understood. She renewed her pace, and soon she was humping him fast and hard. Her moans turned to cries as she rocketed upwards. As she neared the edge, however, her rise slowed, and her movements became a frenzy. Before she had come here that morning, she had been in fear of what might happen to her body; now it was begging for release. She uttered several sharp cries as she flared and fell back.

Finally, she flared one last time, soaring up and over.

"Uhhh!"

Amanda's hips jerked at the intensity of her orgasm throbbing against the hardness of his cock still sliding in and out of her. She threatened to falter, but Roquan picked up the slack, keeping her hips moving. His own noises grew steadily louder, his head tilting back. Even as Amanda's climax faded, she was still very much excited at the sensation of him inside her, and she willingly humped him.

Then to her intense surprise, she rose again. It was quick and short, and before she could comprehend what was happening, she felt her pussy throb again. Seconds later, Roquan uttered a deep, strained groan, his body shuddering. She gasped as his cock began to pulse inside her. Her fingers curled again into the muscles of his shoulders as it deepened her renewed orgasm.

Roquan pulled her down upon him one last time, letting the last of his orgasm throb deep inside her. Even after he was spent, he remained coupled to her as he drew her into a gentle embrace. Amanda uttered one last soft moan and lay with her face against his chest, her head tucked under his chin. As his arms tightened around her, she found she enjoyed the simple contact. It suddenly made the experience a little more than just a raw expression of lust.

And, to be truthful, she liked the sensation of him inside her, and wanted to enjoy it just a little longer.

"Are you surprised you enjoyed it?"

Because she heard it largely through the ear pressed to his chest, she did not hear the undertone of amusement to it. She raised her head, the look in her eyes sharp until she saw his face. It softened quickly, and a very tiny smile played at her lips. "Maybe a little."

Slowly, Roquan eased Amanda from him, letting him finally slip out of her.

Amanda's smile faded as they parted. Roquan noticed it immediately. "Something the matter, Amanda?" he asked.

She paused, then shook her head silently.

Roquan gave her a dubious look.

"May I ask a question, master?" Amanda asked.

"Certainly. You are still free to speak until I replace your chain."

Amanda had to briefly finger the collar about her neck. She had actually managed to forget it was there for a short while. "Did you expect that this would change my attitude about anything?"

"Such a thing would have been a boon, indeed, Amanda. Yet I am not such a fool to actually expect it from you."

His answer was delivered in a neutral tone of voice. Amanda simply nodded.

Roquan rose, and helped Amanda to her feet as well. "That is not to say, however, that you did not surprise me today."

"Surprise you? In what way?"

"I expected far more resistance from you than I actually got."

Amanda gave him an inquisitive look, but the Overlord did not respond to it. Instead, he guided her out of the pool and procured a towel from a niche in the wall near the sanitary. He used this to gently pat down Amanda's body before fetching a second towel with which to dry himself.

Too curious, Amanda pushed the issue. "Why did you expect more resistance from me, master?"

Roquan paused to finish hanging up the towels and to slip into his robe before responding. "I thought that would be obvious. You were never properly prepared to be a slave."

"You mean the Draught of Forgetfulness?"

"Yes, Amanda, the Draught. Here, come along."

He led her out of the bath and back to the outer chamber.

"Why would that matter, master?"

Roquan picked up the chain from the chair. "What does the Draught do, Amanda?"

"It makes you forget your past."

Sirinna had not initially intended Amanda to become a slave when the Trainer had brought her into Narlass. The Draught was commonly given to new Captives before they even awoke for the first time on Narlass, to make it easier for them to accept their situation.

"It's too late to give it to me, right?"

Roquan sensed the panic in her voice. "Far too late."

Amanda tried to force herself to relax as Roquan turned her collar around and reattached the chain. Yanna had been the one that told her about the Draught, and that it was too late to give it to Amanda. Yet since much of what Yanna had told her turned out to be lies afterward, she had feared this was just another of the agent's lies as well.

"But if it just makes you forget, why would it affect ..."

Roquan gave the chain a snap, silencing her.

"The chain is back on, Amanda," the Overlord admonished softly. "Your silence in my presence is required again, unless I ask you a direct question."

Amanda stared at him for a moment, and very nearly dared to defy that rule. Ultimately, she subsided, and gave him a look of resignation.

Roquan picked up the cuffs. "Turn around."

She complied, and dutifully placed her hands behind her back.

He began to secure the cuffs to her wrists. "I shall escort you back to Sirinna's quarters. I will be sure to inform your Trainer that you performed admirably during your deflowering."

"Thank you, master."

Despite her remaining misgivings, Amanda allowed herself a small smile. Roquan had been right. She had enjoyed it. It made her forget her thoughts about the Draught for the time being.

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