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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Herdon relished this.

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

"Then why are you doing this?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, yes, fine. And?"

"Four thousand platinum."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gronnus shook his head.

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

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

"Your preferred weapon?"

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

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

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

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

Gronnus looked interested. "Indeed?"

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

Gronnus scratched his chin. "How much?"

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

"Really?"

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

Gronnus smiled. "Very good, Herdon."

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

Gronnus shook his head.

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

"Yes?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Some do, this is true."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes?"

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

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

"Very good."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amanda glanced up at Roquan when she heard this.

"Oh? The Presenting will continue?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, master."

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

"I'll try, master."

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

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

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

Overlord Doran D'jorus was growing increasing frustrated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Roquan sighed. "What is it now?"

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

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

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

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

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

"And is this a problem?"

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

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

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

Roquan cast a displeased glance towards Gronnus' quarters.

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

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

"So what do we do?" Roquan asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, mistress," Amanda answered automatically.

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

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

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

Amanda trembled. "Yes, mistress."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amanda didn't know how to answer.

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

"Answer me, slave," Freya said darkly.

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

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

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

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

"Yes, mistress."

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

"Do you crave it?"

"I ... what?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Uhhh ... uhhnnn ...."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, mistress," Amanda said breathlessly.

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

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

"So you are enjoying this?" Freya asked.

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

"Are you quite sure?"

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

"What was that, Amanda?"

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

Freya's lips curled. "Yes?"

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

"Mmm?"

"Ohhh gods, please stop!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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