Overlord Trennan D'vard had a bearing similar to Rennis in that he was lean of frame and not overtly muscular of build. He was not quite as tall, however, and much of his hair had gone silver. Yet like most Overlords, he was fit, with a face that was hard without being haggard. Other than his hair, he showed no evidence of his advancing age.

He was soft spoken, though his eyes remained attentive and sharp as they gazed at his fellow Overlord and host.

"So you see, Trennan, it is my wish to have your support when the Conclave comes to a vote in the days hence," said Roquan. Despite the fact that Doran had told him to simply state the offer to the other Overlord, he could not resist making his case anyway. He kept it short, no more than reiterating what he had said at the open of the Conclave.

And he remained true to his promise not to mention the trade agreement with Colos.

Trennan, however, was the least political of the Overlords. His desires never lay around what the Overlords "should" or "should not" do. Thus he was less impressed with Roquan's speech than Roquan had hoped.

He clasped his hands behind his back and stepped to the side, appearing to be lost in thought for the moment. "It would appear this is quite important to you, Roquan," he said simply.

"I believe I have made that apparent, yes. We are speaking of the separation between the venues of the Overlords and the Imperium."

Trennan gave a single nod at this in acknowledgment, though it factored very little in his thinking. He cast a small but pleasant smile at the other Overlord. "And were the Conclave to act, one could see it as stumbling into the same quagmire."

"Only to correct the mistake of the Emperor."

"One good mistake deserves another, then, eh?"

Roquan paused a moment to collect his thoughts. "One would hope our intention is not to make a mistake. It would indeed be a mistake to do nothing."

Trennan, one of the oldest of the Overlords, could see right through the naivete of Roquan, but he decided not to point it out. It ultimately mattered little. "Doing nothing is what Overlords are ultimately best at," he said, allowing himself a small smirk, just to see how it might rile his host.

Roquan remained steady, though his eyes did grow a touch cool. "Perhaps, then, it is time to discuss a means by which we avoid doing nothing."

Ah, now he comes to it. Trennan wondered why the man did not simply come out with it in the first place. It would have saved so much time. Trennan's smile grew easy, and he turned more fully towards Roquan. "I can see my way clear to be convinced to come to your side. It all depends on how much you wish my support."

"I wish it enough to offer twenty casks of fine wine."

One of Trennan's eyebrows arched almost imperceptibly. "Really? What vintage?"

"Doran's own vineyards."

Trennan cupped his fingers under his chin. "Twenty, you say ..." he said softly.

"I believe you will find it satisfactory. Doran's wine is well known abroad."

"Indeed, indeed."

The reality was that Trennan was quite excited about Roquan's offer. Gronnus had already offered him ten, which was all that Gronnus had stockpiled. This was by far the better deal. He would gladly give his vote for such a take.

In the silence of Trennan's pause, Roquan decided not to take any chances. "Actually, Trennan, you will forgive me. My mind is elsewhere today."

"Oh?"

"The number was, in fact thirty."

"Thirty?" Trennan declared before he could catch himself.

Roquan simply nodded, yet inwardly he was quite pleased. He had the deal in his hand, he knew that now.

Trennan swiftly recovered, returning to his calm, subdued demeanor. "I shall consider your offer, Roquan. It is quite generous of you. You will have my answer in the evening."

"I thank you, Trennan. If it would please you, as a show of hospitality on my part, I would offer you my Trainee Amanda for your pleasure."

Trennan slowly smiled. "I would indeed find that pleasing. Bring her at your earliest convenience."

"I shall fetch her now. Good day to you, Overlord Trennan."

"Good day, Overlord Roquan," replied Trennan, completing the protocol.

Trennan smiled to himself after the Overlord left. Yes, this was going to turn into a very profitable experience for him. More so than the two previous Conclaves he had attended in his life combined.

And yet he would have more opportunity later. Why, only that morning Gronnus had visited with him and hinted that he should expect another Overlord later that day, who would sweeten the deal even further. He had to admit, however, Roquan's offer was rather hard to beat. Thirty casks! Even twenty he had found to be quite astonishing an amount.

Yet he would do as he did with Roquan. Each side would get their chance to have his vote. And as for the Emperor and Roquan's grievances? Feh. He could care less about that. It was nothing in the larger picture. No, regardless of the decision of the Conclave, things would continue as they always had for centuries.

Nothing ever truly changed across the face of Narlass. And the Overlords liked it that way.

Amanda hid her disappointment at being summoned to the Overlord's quarters that morning right after breakfast. She knew why as soon as she saw the slave girls again waiting for her. She was bathed, though more quickly than before, and they offered her no sexual release.

She was surprised at how calm she was. Or perhaps it was more resignation. Despite Sirinna's earlier reassurances to her that she had likely experienced the worst with Freya, she still was not looking forward to any more encounters with the others.

Unfortunately, it was a foregone conclusion that this was exactly what she would endure when Roquan stepped into his bedchamber, the now clean and dried Amanda standing before him, bereft of her collar from when it had been removed for her bath.

Roquan examined her critically for a moment. Amanda maintained her gaze to his for only a moment before it was to much for her. She dropped her eyes and folded her hands before her and remained still. She had been dreading this moment more than any further encounters with the other Overlords.

Roquan raised an eyebrow at this and stepped forward. "Why do you cast your eyes down, Amanda?"

"Isn't this proper for me, master?" Amanda said in a soft, forlorn voice.

"Proper?"

"For when I am about to be punished."

"And why do you feel the need to be punished?"

"Mistress Freya was not pleased with me, master."

Roquan's jaw tightened. He paused a moment to relax it. "Look up."

Amanda slowly raised her head.

"You are not to be punished. You have done nothing wrong."

Amanda looked confused. She opened her mouth, caught herself, and closed it again.

"You may speak."

At first she was just going to shake her head and deny that she wanted to say anything at all. But the memory of the day before sparked a renewed streak of defiance in her, albeit subdued, and she did not want to lose the chance to give vent to it. "Why do you think I don't need to be punished, master?"

"Do I really need to explain this to you, Amanda?"

"Yes, master, you do."

"Very well. Freya D'yros is rather strict with her own slaves. She applied that expectation to you as well. I, however, do not abide by that. Thus in my eyes you have done nothing wrong."

For some reason, Amanda did not find this answer acceptable to her. "But, master, I was trained that I am supposed to please the one I am given to. I didn't please her."

Roquan drew in his breath slowly and let it go. "As I said, her expectations were different."

"I don't understand, master."

Roquan allowed himself a small sigh, and there was a trace of exasperation in his voice. "Why is this hard for you, Amanda?"

"What you just said about Mistress Freya. Can't you say that about your clients? Aren't their expectations all different as well?"

"That may be true, Amanda, however, it does not apply in this case."

"Why not, master?"

Roquan's eyes hardened. "I said you could speak, Amanda," he said coolly. "I did not say you could argue with me."

Amanda paused a moment. In a softer voice, she said, "I'm sorry, master. I just want to learn."

"That is admirable, Amanda, but there is little you can learn from this."

"But there is! I want to know what I would do if I were given to a client like her."

"This is not something you need to know."

"Why not?"

"Because I would never give you to a client such as her!" Roquan snapped.

Amanda fell silent, satisfied. Her gaze remained level and unyielding, even as the Overlord's grew icy.

Roquan had not been angry with Amanda before, but now he was quite furious with her. She had made him openly disparage a fellow Overlord. It mattered not what his opinion of Freya was. Overlords were to be respected by the slaves. That was the rule. There were no exceptions to that rule, regardless of their actions.

Worst of all, she made him lose his temper. That was even worse a transgression, at least to Roquan, a man who prided himself on remaining calm and confident before his slaves at all times.

"Thank you for answering me, master," Amanda said softly.

Roquan glared at her, but it quickly faded. No, he would have no more loss of self control.

He swiftly moved to the bed and swept up her chain and collar. She stood still as he secured the collar again to her neck. "You are to be brought to Overlord Trennan D'vard," he said in a crisp voice. "You will attend to whatever his needs are. You will be on your best behavior and will remember your training."

"Yes, master," Amanda said, dutifully crossing her wrists behind her so that he may restrain her.

"Another Overlord has requested your attentions as well. I will allow you a short rest before bringing you to him."

"Thank you, master."

She felt the cuffs drawn tight around her wrists. A little too tight, in fact. It was just slightly uncomfortable, but she could tolerate it if this Overlord were a little kinder to her than Freya. She could tell she had angered Roquan now. For some reason, this did not worry her as much as his anger because of poor performance would.

She uttered a small gasp as he abruptly whirled her around. Her eyes shimmered as she looked up into his face, though she refused to cringe.

"Do not believe you can take liberties in the privacy of my bed chamber," he said in a dark voice. "You are as much a slave here as you are out there. You will not provoke my anger needlessly. Is this understood, Amanda?"

"Yes, master."

Roquan gave the chain a hard snap that made her blink. She turned, and took the lead before her Overlord as they headed out the door.

Overlord Freya D'yros stood in her quarters just off to the side of the bed. As she had risen only a short while ago, she was still quite nude. This did not seem to bother her, and she willingly -- or perhaps purposely -- left the shades up on her window, apparently without a care as to who might see her.

She looked down, pondering the clothing she had laid out for herself, wondering which would be most appropriate to wear. All were very simple pullover dresses with a tie to cinch it about the waist. Her underthings were few, and comprised only of the bottom half. She finally picked up one and lay it against her body, peering down at it. It barely reached down to the tops of her thighs, and would obscure her sex only if she were standing upright and there were no breeze to speak of.

It was also bright red in color, considered to be rather unusual and unfashionable for an Overlord, even a female one.

There was a brief knock at her door. She put down the dress. "Enter," she said without looking up.

The door opened, and Gronnus let himself inside. As soon as his eyes fell upon Freya, he paused, and a small smirk curled his lips. "Have I interrupted something?"

Freya rolled her eyes. "Please. Spare me your dry humor. I was merely deciding what to wear today."

"I daresay you have chosen well."

"It is getting only worse. You have moved from dry to hackneyed. What is it you wish? And no more jokes, please."

Gronnus cut off another saucy reply. He let himself admire her beauty for a few moments before closing the door behind him and assuming a more businesslike air. "I had not had a chance to speak with you yesterday. I was wondering how it had gone with Amanda."

Freya picked up the red dress again. She held it up and twirled it around once. "Oh, she was everything I thought she would be. Undisciplined. Defiant." She paused and looked up. "And clever."

Gronnus raised an eyebrow. "Did you say 'clever', Freya?"

"Yes, clever. She knows how far to push things, and she knows when to listen."

"I believe you have lost me."

"That's not hard to do, dear," Freya said with an amused grin. She lifted the dress and slipped it over her lithe frame. She wriggled her body until the bottom fell into place over her hips. "I tried to trip her up about the Draught."

"And?"

"She almost slipped. Almost. But she managed to stop herself. Even when I had her just short of begging to be allowed to cum."

Gronnus rubbed his chin. He knew Freya was most accomplished at disciplining her slaves through lack of sexual release. What Roquan occasionally did to his slaves was considered light compared to what Freya could do.

She also used a slightly altered formula for the Draught, one that insured her methods had maximum effectiveness on slaves she trained herself.

"So you did not get what you wanted from her," Gronnus ventured.

"Oh, I got enough. It is obvious to me that the girl is thoroughly untrainable. At least by normal methods."

Gronnus felt uneasy at this. It was one thing to want to strike at Roquan, but he drew the line at torturing slaves. Naturally, the definition of "torture" varied from Overlord to Overlord. The only thing that all could agree on was that anything that drew blood or caused extended, chronic pain or discomfort was forbidden. Yet that left a lot of room for other methods. Nothing restricted the psychological, for one, and Freya played this to the hilt.

Freya tugged down the sides of her dress and cinched it about her slim waist. She turned, the dress fluttering lightly about her hips. Each time it did, the triangle of her sex was exposed.

Gronnus could not help but grin at this. "And this was better than nudity ... how?"

Freya gave Gronnus an icy look and snatched a pair of lacy red panties from the bed. "You could wish to have as much as I do to show off, Gronnus."

Gronnus bristled but said nothing. Nevertheless, his reaction brought a satisfied smile to Freya's face. He despised that cutting tongue of hers. He watched her slip the panties on before speaking again. "So when do you intend to make a play for the girl? Today?"

"Oh, no, that is far too soon. I wish to have her one more time, and then I shall have enough to confront Roquan over it."

"Then when you have this, will you finally throw your support behind me?"

Freya sighed. "Are you still harping on that?"

"Yes, Freya, I am!"

"You have my vote. What more do you want of me?"

"Your influence over the others! It is important that Roquan be allowed few allies."

"I thought you had that well in hand already. You told me you would get Trennan. Or did Roquan outbid you when I saw him leaving Trennan's quarters just a short while ago?"

Gronnus grinned. "Whatever Roquan told the old sot matters not. I already have plans to tip the balance. I am one step ahead of him already."

"And Doran?"

"Yes, I have that taken care of. Let him talk all he wants, the blowhard. I already have secured deals with some of those he will be speaking with today. Words do not hold up against goods and platinum."

Freya pulled her panties up closer to her body, making the crotch outline the contours of her sex more. She turned and let her dress twirl about her hips once more and her breasts bounce naturally under the fabric.

"By the way, Freya," said Gronnus. "How do you expect to have Amanda again? As I told you before, the tradition is once for each Overlord and no more, whether you care for that or not."

"Oh, that's easy. You're going to give up your turn."

"I am what?" Gronnus declared, aghast.

Freya came around the foot of the bed. She gave the other Overlord a sultry smile, giving her hips a bit of extra swing to them as she approached him. Some of his initial indignation faded as his eyes flicked up and down her body. "You're going to give me your turn at her, dear Gronnus," Freya said in a soft, husky voice.

"And why is that?"

Freya smiled, hearing less resistance in Gronnus' voice. She went up to him gently brushed a strand of hair out of his eyes. "Because I'm asking you, that's why. And if that's not enough, then consider it payment for my vote."

Gronnus glowered at her. "The vote you have already given me!"

Freya just grinned mischievously at him.

"All right," he finally said in resignation. "But Roquan will have to leave her with me first."

"Of course. I'll be in your quarters already long before that. Simply meet him before he can get too close and see me."

Gronnus sighed. "This was supposed to be an equal partnership, you know."

"Oh, it is, Gronnus. You'll get what you want. You just have to realize that the cost is a little more than you anticipated."

To Amanda's relief, Overlord Trennan was much more civilized to her than Freya had been, and certainly more in line with how Roquan thought one should treat a slave.

Trennan at the very least spared her a small smile as he took the chain from Roquan. It did not vanish, either, as Roquan left, so it was not simply a nicety to keep up an appearance. He also wasted no time in releasing her restraints and removing the chain from her collar.

He was dressed in only a light, flowing robe, much like one Roquan would wear when preparing to have one of his own slaves. When he stood still, it was clear to Amanda he was already excited, sending a small shudder through her of both nervousness and anticipation. At least she could feel anticipation. It amazed her how just a few simple kind gestures could help her along in this regard.

Trennan said very little to her beyond simple, soft-spoken commands. He sat at the edge of the bed and had Amanda sit in his lap, his robe still closed over him. It was made of a silky-smooth material, and the way his hardness pressed it against her backside made her grow faintly flushed. He reached around and coaxed her into splaying her legs around his before sliding his hands up to her breasts.

His touch was slow and gentle. Amanda was able to let go of her nervousness. Her nipples rose, and his fingers stroked them as they hardened. His cock shifted slightly behind her, sliding a bit between her ass cheeks. She uttered a soft moan as she let go and let herself feel pleasure from his touch.

"Softly, Amanda," she heard him whisper in her ear as her voice rose.

Amanda was grateful. He let her know exactly what he wanted. She did as he wished, keeping the noises she made to breathy sighs and murmured moans. He made it a little harder for her when his fingers dipped into her pussy, now quite wet and willing. She uttered a single sharp sigh when he first touched her, then murmured a low whimper of rising excitement.

Without realizing it, she had begun to writhe in his lap, moving slowly and deliberately, rubbing his cock against her more.

"You are quite the sensual one, my dear," Trennan said. He sounded pleased.

Amanda felt relief wash over her, quickly followed by mounting desire. When his hands withdrew from her, she was disappointed.

He gently pushed her from him until she stood. "Remain where you are."

"Yes, master," Amanda said in a breathy voice. She resisted the urge to touch herself, even as aroused as she was.

She heard the robe slide from his body, her heart quickening. He placed his hands lightly on her shoulders and guided her back towards him as he had before. He again sat her upon his lap, but this time making an adjustment, and coaxing her hips further back.

"Uhhhn ..." Amanda moaned deeply as he slid into her.

He pulled her slowly into his lap, the rather long length of his cock entering her bit by bit, making Amanda gasp as she realized just how much of him was entering her. She could not contain herself and uttered a louder whimper as he filled her beyond what she thought was possible by the time he was completely buried inside her.

She heard Trennan chuckle briefly. "I suppose I can allow you that reaction initially, Amanda."

"Th-thank you, master," she said in a weak voice.

"But softly again from now on."

Amanda swallowed and nodded, panting. "Yes, master."

He let her stay like this for a bit, his manhood deep inside her, her legs splayed wide around him. He reached between her legs and touched her nub with the tips of his fingers, moving in light caress against her wet flesh. Amanda closed her eyes, breathing hard and moaning as softly as she could manage.

Still stroking her gently, he nudged her to lean forward with his other hand. He slid forward, allowing Amanda to stand on her feet again, though his length still quite buried inside her. He nudged her a little further, until she was leaning over. He withdrew his fingers from her slot and placed his hands firmly around her hips, gripping her more firmly than his wiry frame would suggest he could.

He began pumping her hips up and down on his cock, moving slowly and assuredly. He pushed her out until only his head was still nestled inside her folds, and then drew her back until he was deep inside her again. Amanda panted harder, moaning urgently as the huge length of his shaft slowly speared her over and over.

"You may pleasure yourself if you wish," he said with a small smile.

Amanda didn't have to. She was excited enough, and he was long enough, that she could feel his hardness stroking against her womanhood. He raised the tempo, more swiftly than she thought possible, but she was slick enough that it did not matter.

Her hips came down on him hard and fast. Yet she made only a very light slapping sound each time she came back down on his cock. The swells of her breasts bounced under her. She rose steadily, her moans threatening to escalate out of her control. She closed her eyes tightly and parted her lips. Her moans became quick, ragged sighs.

She rose, hovered, rose again, hovered again. Her body quaked with the need for release. She heard the Overlord moan softly behind her as he neared his peak. She glanced under her and saw the telltale signs of him growing close as his sack pulled up towards his body. She was so close but quite there!

She dared to move without his bidding. She leaned forward a little more and tried to angle her hips. To her surprise, his grip loosened on her to allow her to do just that. She gasped as she abruptly soared. A long moan escaped her lips as her body shuddered, cresting over, her pussy throbbing hard against his hardness inside her. She barely restrained herself, letting out high-pitched little whimpers as her cunt pulsed.

Trennan let go with a sudden, intense pant as he reached his own peak, his hands squeezing around her hips tightly and pulling her down closer to him as his own orgasm began. She could feel him convulsing inside her against the walls of her tunnel. Her last whimper came out as a short but shrill cry.

Slowly she came down, and he disengaged from her. She was both surprised and relieved. She had actually enjoyed it that time.

She was about to straighten up when he placed a hand against her back and bid her to remain where she was. She uttered a surprised gasp when she felt his hand between her legs and over her mound, stroking her. Her fading orgasm briefly renewed itself, triggering a second, weaker round of throbs that nevertheless made her quiver with pleasure.

He withdrew his hand, leaving her panting in the aftermath.

Trennan rose fully to his feet and slipped his robe back on. When he touched her shoulder to bid her to turn, he was still smiling pleasantly at her. "Well done, Amanda. You may be inexperienced, but your sensuality does you well."

"Thank you, master," Amanda said, her gratitude sincere.

There was a quiet knock at the door.

Trennan looked away from Amanda. "Enter."

A stout, middle-aged man with light brown hair and an impish smile entered. "Morning to you, Trennan!" he cried in a hearty voice.

"Good morning, Berin," Trennan said with a slight inclination of his head. "I will be with you shortly."

Overlord Berin D'flaar gave a single nod of his head and smiled, closing the door behind him. He looked on with mild interest as Trennan turned to his temporary slave.

"Now, Amanda," Trennan said. "Lie down on the bed and pleasure yourself slowly. Do not make yourself orgasm if you can avoid it."

"Yes, master," Amanda said, turning away from him.

"And remember: softly. Just enough so that we may enjoy it while we conduct business."

Trennan watched long enough to see Amanda stretch herself out on the plush furs of his bed. He gave a nod of satisfaction as the girl drew her feet towards her and spread her thighs to properly expose herself. He turned away just as she dipped her fingers into her pussy. Her gentle sighs and moans of pleasure came to his ears as he stepped up to his fellow Overlord.

"Gronnus informed me you would be by, Berin."

Berin smiled mischievously. "And did he mention why I am here, good Overlord Trennan?"

Trennan allowed himself a very small smile. "Oh, he may have hinted at such a thing, yes."

"Then I thank you for giving me some of your time." Berin strolled past Trennan, pausing to take an appreciative glance at Amanda as she slowly masturbated. "Mmm, fine one that Roquan Presented to us, is she not?"

"Quite pleasant, yes." Trennan clasped his hands behind his back as he stepped up to the other Overlord. "And eager to please, which is always good."

Amanda had to suppress a small smile at this. She never thought she might be happy hearing praise for being a good slave. Yet she had been so desperate in the last few days for something to reassure her that she was doing well that she was happy for it.

Yes, she had changed since coming to Narlass. For all her desires to be of her own mind, she had learned how to act the part of the slave convincingly enough to fool even herself. Otherwise, she would not have remained aroused enough to be able to do what she was doing.

The two Overlords lingered over her for a few more moments before turning away, Trennan first. "Admittedly, Berin, my time is limited. So you may wish to get down to business."

Berin nodded quickly. What Trennan had really meant by that was: "I already have a very good offer; do not waste my time with trifles." Berin noted that he must remember to mention this to Gronnus. It would do him well to know that Roquan had offered something very good, and yet they were going to top it. For there was simply nothing Roquan could do to better this offer.

"I'm given to understand that Gronnus offered you ten casks of wine from Doran's vineyards, did he not?"

"Indeed he did. What of it?"

"I have been asked to augment his offer, to assist in persuading you to see things our way when it comes to a vote."

"Oh? Have you more wine to add to Gronnus' rather vast stores? All of which he claims he is giving to me, I might add. He has no more to give."

Amanda found her attention drawn to the two men as the spoke. It was out of habit rather than any intent to actually overhear them. Yet her attention had been distracted from her task enough that she was sending herself upwards too fast, her breath already becoming a light pant.

Trennan turned to her. "Slowly, Amanda," he admonished, never raising his voice. "Do not reach orgasm before I say."

"Yes, master," Amanda said in a breathy voice. She pressed her fingers to her womanhood, breathing out a sigh. After a moment's pause, she resumed stroking herself, her movements more controlled and deliberate. She was still a little higher than she wanted, and she moaned in pleasure for it.

"If it is the wine of Doran's vineyards, then, no, I do not have more of that to give you."

Trennan smiled tightly. "Then I would say that perhaps we do not have as much to discuss as you might think."

Berin, however, was undeterred. In fact, now his smile widened. "But if I were to offer something better?"

"Better than Doran's wine?"

"How does Colosi wine sound to you?"

Trennan gave him a shocked look. "Colosi? But the Emperor stopped trading with the Colosi."

Amanda was panting in earnest, still rising despite her best efforts. She dipped a finger into her cunt and slid it back and forth, careful to touch the tip of her clitoris only lightly. Her moans became more urgent, though they remained soft, so much so that she could still hear the conversation of the two Overlords clearly.

The mention of Colos reminded her of the map in Roquan's quarters, where she had first seen for herself that Narlass had the same continental arrangement as her Earth. Colos occupied the lands that on an Earth map would be westward of the Mississippi River to the Pacific Ocean in North America.

Her rising tide of pleasure made it difficult for her to casually listen to them. Yet now she was intrigued enough to purposely listen. It was an opportunity to learn more about Narlass, she told herself. Her loyalty meant she simply could not repeat it, not that she could not listen to it.

Berin chuckled. "My dear Trennan, we are Overlords. We can find ways around such things. Or at least we could before the Emperor closed the embassy."

"Did he really do that? I must say, I did find that a little disturbing ..."

"Let us not cloud this meeting with talks of the politics of the Imperium," Berin said with a wave of a beefy hand. "We should concentrate on the here and now, and here and now I am prepared to offer fifteen casks of Colosi wine and an additional ten of their fine brandy. And that is in addition to the ten casks of Doran Red that you have already been offered."

Trennan's eyes lit up. "That is a generous offer indeed! Are you quite sure you have that much?"

Amanda bit her lip. She was still climbing. She even stopped briefly, keeping her fingers pressed to her womanhood to stop her from fading back too far as Sirinna had shown her. Yet she had never quite mastered it in time, and it was doing her little good. She resumed stroking herself as slowly as she dared, fingers squishing against her abundant moisture.

She was having trouble concentrating on the conversation now, and just when it was getting interesting. She had already learned something about the current political situation (Oceanus was not on good terms with Colos anymore) and something about the economy (Colosi wine was worth more than Doran Red). She wanted to learn more.

"Quite sure!" said Berin merrily. "And I can guarantee we could get it down here before the Conclave is over. You could be taking all of it back with you yourself on your journey home. Surely that is better than anything Roquan has offered you."

The mention of her master's name made Amanda jerk slightly, and almost sent herself over the top. As it was, she was starting to strain, her muscles tensing as her climax approached. What did Roquan have to do with this business deal?

Trennan had no need to play the game here. This was the deal he wanted. The idea of Roquan topping it was not even in his thoughts. "Done," he said simply.

Berin beamed. "Wonderful! I shall inform Gronnus immediately. May I tell him he can expect your vote when the time comes?"

"Do so!" Trennan called out with a smile. "So long as he comes through on his end."

"Oh, he will," Berin said as he headed towards the door. "Good day to you, Overlord Trennan."

"And a most good day to you as well, Overlord Berin!"

Amanda whimpered. Her whole body was tensing from the effort to stop herself from cumming. Trennan turned back to her and grinned. "You did well for a Trainee. You may ..."

"Ohhh!"

" ... orgasm," he added with a small chuckle.

Amanda closed her eyes, her hips jerking as she came. She slid her fingers back and forth, drawing it out. She writhed for him, looking as if she were in ecstasy. As her climax faded, she slowly opened her eyes and cast a languid gaze at him. She had done it perfectly, just as she had been trained.

When she had spent herself, Trennan gestured to her. Amanda swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up.

"I will tell Roquan that you pleased me well," he said as he reattached the chain.

"Thank you, master."

"Yes, you'll grow up to be a very lovely woman and a very fine slave." He slipped the restraints back around her wrists. "I am sure of that."

Amanda smiled. It was nice to hear praise for a change.

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