Damiana seemed content, Saletha even complimenting her on her brood, ordering Rainer to release the cord throttling Carmela's massive, already darkening breasts, and to withdraw the bodkins, starting with the longer ones piercing the lacteal ducts. The heavy slave girl moaned as she was freed, spending almost hysterically, which again delighted Damiana.
"Now you're ready for service, all of you," their mistress announced and then pointed at Silvana slumped against the wall. "And you will join Saletha's cohort as of now."
The company disbanded, leaving Mila to take the slaves back to their quarters.
Although still blinded with tears, Silvana thought she glimpsed Thanon making his way to the farther portico. If indeed it was he, she hoped he was pleased with her resilience and her promotion. Expectancy of praise always outweighs the tribulations of pain.
Left to recover, Silvana readied herself for her first encounter with whatever member of the Bithynian nobility would summon her, for now she knew she was available to be used by those who seemed to have nothing better to do than whip and torture stark-naked slaves. Nervously, she wondered what her coming destiny would entail. Would it be again the Chamber of Gratification, a precinct or a private bedchamber? Or would Thanon protect her?
Rumours spread rapidly through the palace corridors and courtyards. One such piece of gossip on the grapevine concerned the Lord Menthif. The mighty equerry to the Princess of Bithynia had heard of the new slave girl, his two heartless and sycophantic concubines urging him to try her out without delay. They proposed she should be whipped, strung between two of the pillars on the terrace - the same area the slaves had viewed on their initial entry.
Delay, however, was necessary. The blonde was in no state to be used as she was, despite Odile's scrupulous attentions. The matter was duly brought to Thanon's attention.
Discussions ensued with Menthif. Although disgruntled, the regal equerry was obliged to contain his resentment and his mistresses' discontent. Disturbed, despite his rank, the Master of Slaves felt obliged to propose a compromise, explaining he had decided, as was his right, to retain the blonde female as his personal concubine and whipping chattel, loaning her only on special occasions. Sensing the turn of events, Silvana became aware of the agreement only some days later by virtue of the low whispering that went on in the Slave Quarters. Elated at the prospect of serving her loved one, at the same time she felt dismayed to learn she would have to leave the Slave Quarters; that would deprive her not only of a comradeship hard to replace and nightly orgies, but also of providing normal slave service to the nobility. Having no choice in the matter, yet flattered, she bided her time. In any case, her welts having yet to subside and heal before being put to the whip again, she lingered in abeyance.
The only consolations that came her way were with Odile, particularly after the dark-haired senior returned, spent and bleeding, from a spell with the Countess Castriada and her husband in Precinct Six. Without giving her a chance to wash, Silvana enticed the excitingly scarred beauty into her bed. Eva provided further divertissement by bending over and showing her what a group of her regular floggers - 'admirers' she called them - had ordered Sefket to insert through the flesh-whorl of her sphincter: a small silver ring, similar to that every female had through the root of the clitoris, adorned the muscle. "They add to your pleasure and theirs when they sodomize you. The little rings roll in and out, see?" Eva explained. "I must say they do help, as least as far as I'm concerned." Silvana could not believe her eyes or ears. "Oh, really?" she murmured, hoping Thanon would not adjudge her in need of the same... She felt Damiana's dildos had enlarged her sufficiently, at least to content Thanon.
When she was once again fit enough to be used, with Thanon's grudging permission , Silvana graced several gatherings of the high and mighty in various precincts and bedchambers; until very suddenly one evening, as thunder clouds gathered beyond the lancets, the jays and swallows hastening to their nests, Saletha came for her, giving her welts a brief look.
"The Slave Master wishes to see you. Comb your hair, animal, and frot those teats so they're thick and erect. You are a mess, and don't look as if you're going to be sent down to Sefket. Apparently, your admirer wants to talk to you. He's in the feasting hall and alone. In there, be sure to kneel, forehead to the floor. And speak only when you're told to, understand?" Clipping the chain to the clit ring, Saletha tapped the arse. "By the holy Bracon, you're so erotic when your butt sways like that. But let those breasts swing too." As if to help them, she lifted each by the teat ring, swabbed off the sweat below and set the bulges bouncing like ripe papayas. "You know, we overseers are going to miss trouncing those bubs of yours, my beauty. And my scourge will also. It's rarely tasted meat as responsive as that..." Saletha continued to talk as if chatting with her colleagues in the Overseers' Quarters.
The ascent to the Great Hall proved arduous for Silvana, the ankle chains limiting her gait. The rolls of evening thunder, sounding far off beyond the mountains, added to her anxiety, the sudden gusts of wind causing the canopies to thud, reminding her of a particularly vicious beating a young noble had given her some nights before. Finally, in the vast emptiness of the banqueting hall, Saletha released the chain and retired, the nude feeling that she had been abandoned; but only for a moment. For she saw Thanon seated at the table's end, cloaked in shimmering, jewelled silk. Bowing to the marble tiles, the stone's cool kiss on her brow and on her clammy palms, she felt it strange for her hands to be free and sensed that very shortly they would be needed.
As grains of sand seep through an hourglass, the moments went by in silence, Silvana feeling she had been forgotten by Time, the jailer of slaves and indeed of all humans. The hush was broken only by the distant rumble of the storm beyond the darkening casements.
"You may rise," the figure finally informed her. "Rest on your haunches and listen."
The slave gazed at her god just as she used to contemplate the constellation of Orion shining in the sky far above the window at home. Thanon's voice seemed deeper than usual.
"I have decided to take possession of you as my private property. You will serve me and me alone, and no longer be available to our palace predators, worthy though they are."
Hearing the rumours confirmed, Silvana bowed. "I am honoured, master, being only a humble slave. I shall serve you in whatever way you decide to make use of my body." Odile had made her rehearse a wealth of responses.
"Indeed you will serve. And I warn you, my requirements are many. You will live in my quarters and there obey my orders without scruple. Since your arrival here at the moon's plenitude until now, its waning, I've watched you perform and notice you accept pain willingly. It seems to please you. Would it enchant you also to be chosen for sacrifice?"
"Oh, yes, dear master." The eyes sparkled. "To be whipped there on the square..."
The bearded face smiled fleetingly. The reply was forthright. "But there is no question of that. Others have been designated, I forget who. You will be my mistress and sex slave."
Silvana could not be sure of what he had said. Then, a second later, the message burned into her brain. Tongue-tied, she became rigid where she knelt, her heart pounding.
"However, before you take up residence permanently in my apartments, I have agreed to lend you to the gracious Lord Menthif for a session in Precinct Nine. Thereafter..."
The blonde turned pale. "And to his...women?" Rouxel's warning came back to her.
"Oh, noble master, I don't think I could take that... from them."
"Of course you can. And shall. It will be only for one session - true, long and hard but His Lordship is, after all, the palace equerry with privileges and has to be placated. However, in view of the compromise and agreement I have reached with him, I know you will do your best to satisfy his lust and that of his whores. Thereafter," he reiterated, "you will serve only me as the sole owner of your flesh, which I
find to my liking."
Silvana discovered herself trembling but resisted the urge to protest further. After all, a slave existed solely to satisfy the nobility. At that point, Thanon took hold of a silken bell cord near the lancet. Like those solemn drums on that distant night of initiation, a tolling resounded somewhere beyond the hall. In the ensuing silence, Silvana dared to glance at the great timber Y of beams on which the divinely proportioned Zelda had hung - so long ago, it seemed - impaled, awaiting further flagellation and penetrations. The recollection reminded her that she had seen no more of the female, which seemed just as well, Odile having warned the newcomers not to become involved with her. For one could well end up in Sefket's torture cloister where Zelda was kept for use by courtiers requiring exceptionally staunch subjects.
Silvana's attention returned to what the bell rope had summoned. The appearance of the turbaned eunuch was insignificant enough - such turbaned castrated subordinates abounded throughout the palace, as did the half-naked Numidians who disciplined unruly domestics. But when Thanon nodded and said: "Yes, Haroun, bring her in", Silvana paled in dumbfounded shock at what entered. She was quite unprepared for such an apparition.
Damiana was stark-naked, bereft of boots, gloves and even the customary visor of lace and the emerald in the navel; never having seen her overseer totally unclothed, Silvana was disconcerted and yet aroused. Thighs well parted, the woman knelt before Thanon.
"This resplendent female, of course, you know, Silvana," Thanon smiled. "A former chattel slave, a senior overseer, and recently replacing my Gerda as my whipping slave, she is now, as you may have heard, being promoted to more important duties. It is you who will take her place as my personal sex slave. I intend now to legitimize both advancements."
Settling in his chair, he drew back the hems of the cloak to free the penis. "To start with, you, Damiana, will fellate, conserving my sperm in your maw until I tell you to donate it to my new flesh slave. You will ensure her cunt receives the entire load without spillage." Damiana nodded, as Thanon turned to Silvana. "And you, lying spread beneath the crotch of this dutiful woman who was your overseer and temporarily your predecessor, will then lick her to orgasm, as she will you. You'll discharge together. Your climaxes will endorse the transfer of duties and legitimize your new assignments - you, Damiana, to assist Sefket and you, Silvana, to live with me and surrender your body to my wishes and the whip."
The instructions were given dispassionately, Silvana finding the little ceremony quaint and moving, a touching way in which to celebrate the advancements.
Haroun shifted his master's chair to allow the slave mistress clear access to the huge phallus pulsing between the borders of the cloak. Damiana bent the shaft towards her mouth, at the same time gazing up at the bearded face in lascivious adoration. She would show this precocious youngster just how a cock should be sucked to produce the maximum of pleasure and spunk. Silvana watched the cheeks hollow as the truncheon slid in and the work began; she studied - from below, where she had been positioned - the flawless expertise of the fingers, rather than merely the circle of lips, sliding up and down the penis. She saw again how Damiana used her grip to slick the foreskin over the helm before stripping it back for the bulb to enjoy the lips, tongue and suction, the other hand grasping the neck of the scrotum and jerking on the sack. A moment later, after licking and lapping hard, she took as much of the bag as she could into her mouth to roll the balls round, tugging and even biting gently. Still sucking and massaging the rod, the woman then slid a hand under the perineum to caress the vital area and tube within; Silvana saw the fingers burrowing under the man's weight to probe the anus. It was not only the roving fingers that fascinated the blonde but Damiana's tongue - that organ, like the clitoris, teats and cock, bereft of bone, as Odile used to say. It flicked and curled everywhere, even probing the meatus until she had the man groaning. Despite the incalculable number of times Silvana had drained cock - in precincts, bedchambers, dark cells or merely on her knees in passageways - to watch her senior was an education. She felt she had much to learn if she hoped to advance as a fellatrice worthy of the palace.
Lying prostrate and grasping Damiana's buttocks, she wedged her face between the thighs and did what was expected of her - tonguing, licking, lapping and reaming the older woman's slit. She used every knack the palace had thrashed into her. Masturbating at the same time, as ordered, she fretted over her capacity to manage like her overseer. Did she have the qualities required? Could she fellate as skilfully as she performed cunnilingus? True she would become used to some of the appurtenances worn by male courtiers - and Thanon - such as the gold ring encircling the groove below the cock-helm and, below, the whipcord they slipknotted round the cock root and ball sack to enhance the pleasure of orgasm, but there were other problems, such as being thrashed while fellating; yet, thanks to the repugnant Mila, she was coming to terms with that. Further, she had become proficient at holding sperm in her mouth until receiving permission to swallow. Above all, she realized that punishment and pain gave her as much pleasure as sex; the whip improved her work, despite always bringing her dangerously near to ill-timed climaxes - such self-indulgence during service usually earning a slave a night in the oubliette and a severe crotch whipping, both being devoid of any erotic return. But she was learning and Damiana's present forbearance while fellating and being licked served as a further lesson. Silvana continued to observe the woman's technique.
Ultimately, Thanon tensioned and, with an unexpected groan from the usually taciturn deity, spent into Damiana's throat. The jolts seemed to go on forever until a peaceful period of licking and siphoning followed. Thanon then gave a further order.
The directive consoled and thrilled the yearning blonde below. The two women were told to lie supine, head to tail, and, as palace parlance expressed it, 'to drain each other's creek'. Immediately, Silvana opened her thighs as her overseer swung round and went for the drenched slot like a bird of prey, clawing the labia apart by the rings to denude the cunt and rigid clit. Simultaneously, the slave's tongue speared the all-too-familiar cleft that had leeched on to her mouth.
Thanon watched the sumptuous bodies become the proverbial two-backed animal of carnal lechery - a sight that never failed to delight him, while Silvana had his gluten tongue-shovelled into her mouth. She would have preferred a more direct delivery of her demigod's discharge but, in gratitude, her vagina funnelled in the gift, mingled with Damiana's saliva, as if it were ambrosia. Then the twofold squelchings began in earnest.
From where she sweated under her overseer's delicious weight, the gorgeous blonde could just see Thanon over the curved rump crouched above her; his elegant right hand was engaged in resurrecting his phallus. As her orgasm took shape, her sole regret lay in the fact that the man's whip failed to appear. Glancing aside while gasping for air, her eyes fell upon the monstrous construction where Zelda had been given the lash; she would have given much to climax on that, rather than on the floor. But that would just have to wait...
It did, however, drive her to cross her leather-bondaged ankles over Damiana's back, giving the slurping mouth the entire reach of her sex flesh from pubis to anus. And the woman licked it eagerly, the promoted one sucking the veteran's overused clit. It resembled Vreni's.
With a strange thrill of compensation for what the slave mistress had recently done to her in the various precincts of pain, she bit indulgently into the prong, recalling how it always emerged so arrogantly as the woman flogged or tortured her when spread and chained over a trestle. Damiana seemed to respond immediately to the nips and did the same to Silvana.
The two heads continued to work assiduously, the sounds of suctioning and muffled moans filling the vast hall, the blonde occasionally jerking as her senior bit a trifle harder on the base of the little spearhead. She began to have trouble when the woman drew the clit ring, and even the metal piercing the labia, into her mouth and tugged. The seasoned domi
nant seemed to swallow the slack flaps of sex flesh, the metal clicking against her teeth. Her climax threatening, Silvana realized she could not hold on much longer. The mere thought that she was writhing naked before him who had slit her hymen and brought her to her first real climax - together with the fact that she was being tongued crazy - drove her onwards.
The man's hoarse remark seemed to come from a distant planet. It was curt.
"Delay your pleasure until I say. Orgasm together."
But the invading tongue gave Silvana no respite. Arching her loins into a sinewed vault of sweating flesh and tensed muscle, she uttered a weird shriek and spent. She felt her body soar into oblivion beyond the undulating curtains, beyond the terrace, out into space.
"Normally that would have earned you two score and one lashes, girl," her master assured her, his hand caressing a new erection. "So now, Damiana, you may come."
On the brink herself, the slave mistress cried out once, went rigid and sank on to the pulsating body beneath her. Thanon smiled, speeded his hand and discharged a chaplet of opalescent gobs over the two nudes, most of the sperm spreading over Damiana's back. Then he folded his gorgeous cloak over his lap. To him, who had seen so much in his time, the sight of a couple of females gasping in sexual release amounted to little more than downright lechery; yet, when the climaxes came, they gave him pleasure - it was as if the couple had never orgasmed before. Indeed, they had honoured the trite ceremony admirably and he felt they had to be among the most attractive female bisexuals the palace possessed. Although he had planned to wrist-hang them, belly to belly, and macerate the rumps, he refrained for once. It was enough that he had appointed each to a prestigious position - one to assuage his lust, the other to work under Sefket, both roles implying strict disciplining from those they served.
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