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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And his accusations about the Emperor?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her smile faded slightly. "Or perhaps not."

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

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

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

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

"Freya, be reasonable about this ..."

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

She smiled sweetly at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Apparently, appearance was everything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Submissiveness, Roquan?"

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

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

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

Amanda tried in vain to regain her composure.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rennis' jaw tightened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You just answered your own question."

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

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

"I beg your pardon?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Which is?"

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

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

"And you can offer him this?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Moments later, another hard snap of the chain.

"Stand up straight. You're slouching."

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

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

"In here."

Amanda swallowed and turned into the house.

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

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

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

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

"A bit uncoordinated, I see."

Amanda swallowed. "Sorry, mistress."

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

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

"You're panting."

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

"Is it because you are aroused?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amanda moved her feet apart, looking down nervously.

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

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

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

"Always ...? Um ..."

"Surely there is something."

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

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

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

"What is it you wish me to do?"

"Paddle me, mistress."

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

"Please paddle me, mistress."

Snap. "Tell my why."

"Because it ..."

Snap. "Say the whole thing properly."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amanda moaned again as Freya stroked her slot.

"I asked you a question, Amanda."

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

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

"Perhaps we can keep you that way."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Uhhn!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amanda did as she was told.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What was that? Speak up."

"I don't know, mistress."

"You don't?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ohhh! ... uhhhnnn!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, mistress," Amanda said softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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