"She is on loan from Maash—Maash Enari, you know her? Only I believe that she has eaten quite enough stuffed figs in her life."
"Oh, but she's so nice like this; such a lovely round belly, and bottom. You don't suppose Miss Enari could be convinced to lend her?"
Jalah shook her head. "Maash is very young, and filled with foolish notions. Perhaps I will convince her to relax her guard, but for now, no. And no, not another fig, please. The furniture is quite valuable, Arith; I should not wish to see it overstrained."
Arith laughed. "Oh, she's a piglet, not a sow, Jalah." She took one of the long-handled tine knives that they used for fish, and jabbed it in Liera's butt; Liera jerked and squealed. "See? A high pitched little oink, and while the flesh moves pleasantly, it does not fold around the fork."
Jalah laughed. "Nonetheless, I do not wish to return her fatter than I received her."
"Oh, if you insist," said Arith. "On your side, piglet; with your breasts up to the bars."
Liera looked at Jalah, who gave her an impatient nod, and Liera did as she was told. As she expected, she was jabbed in the breast. The left nipple, again, which was already sensitive. She'd resolved not to make any noise, but there was nothing she could do; another little squeak got out.
"So lovely," said Arith. "And she still blushes! A very charming entertainment, Jalah."
Jalah smiled, bowed slightly, and Arith bowed in return, winking at Liera before she left.
"Such a delightful lady," said Jalah. "And wonderfully cruel, even for an artist."
"Please, lady," Liera started. She'd been too distracted to be hungry, but that fig. . .
Jalah held a finger up to her lips, and rang the bell again. Liera moaned, her hand dipping back down between her thighs; she watched the last of the guests leave through something of a haze.
When they were gone, Jalah rang the bell again, and called over the flute girl. "Tsui," she said, "feed my pet her dinner. Greens, some peppers, and buckwheat. Perhaps a fingerlength or two of fish, and a fruit at the end, if she behaves well. When she is ready, bring her to the bedchamber."
"Yes, Lady Jalah," said Tsui. "May I . . . " Her hands made a small movement, like she was grabbing at something.
"Oh, Tsui," said Jalah with a small laugh. "I'm afraid that only the Krin and myself are to handle her directly. But whatever else you feel is needed in the course of your assigned duties is to be done, naturally."
"Of course," said Tsui. She bowed deeply to Jalah, who touched her forehead with her thumb, and swept out of the room.
There were a few other servants left, clearing the tables, putting out the lights. Tsui ran over, talked to them for a bit, and then returned with a pail of greens and a small dish of buckwheat.
Liera wasn't particularly fond of either greens or buckwheat, but she was hungry. Tsui had set the dishes in front of the cage, so she pressed up there, hopeful.
Tsui kept them just out of reach, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She speared a length of frilled lettuce with a fish fork, extended it into the cage. Liera bit at it, but it was back out of reach. Tsui laughed, put it back in. Again, nothing. The third time, she let Liera bite it loose. Liera chewed her lettuce, watching Tsui resentfully. Tsui laughed.
"There, there!" she said. "Oh, Lady Jalah's pets are all so much fun. Would you like another bite?"
Liera wasn't sure what she was supposed to call Tsui, and didn't want to get punished for guessing wrong. She nodded.
"Well, here, if you could just . . ." There was a spear of asparagus. There was a butter sauce on it, and little flakes of something fried. Liera wanted it more than anything, but it was just outside the bars. Tsui waved it back and forth slowly. Finally, Liera stuck out her tongue, and she was allowed to lick it.
Tsui giggled. "If you clean the whole thing without biting, I'll give you three spoonfuls of buckwheat."
It was pretty long, and it was hard to have it in her mouth and not just bite it off, but Liera cleaned her stalk of asparagus, and then had three spoonfuls of buckwheat.
Liera didn't get a lot of food for dinner, and it took a long time for her to eat what little she was allowed.
When she'd licked the last of the buckwheat from the bowl, the rest of the servants had gone, and only the lamps near Liera's cage were still lit.
"It is a pity that only the Krin and the Lady Jalah are to handle you directly," said Tsui. "But I am supposed to ready you for the bedchamber."
Liera flushed, bowed her head, and Tsui giggled again. "It may be that all she meant was that I had to feed you, but . . ."
She undid the belt on her robe. it was hard to see, with the dim light, and the shadows, but Liera could see the curve of her breast, the darkness of her nipple.
Tsui loosened the chain holding Lierah's right hand in place, and then moved around to the back of the back of the cage. "Still hungry?" asked Tsui.
Liera nodded.
"Well, maybe I'll give you a shiny red apple if you behave. Move back here, piglet."
First Jalah, then Arith, whoever she was, now a flute girl. Piglet wasn't a cute name to start with, and now . . . Liera wriggled to the back of the cage.
Tsui looped her belt through the bars, over and under, and tied it taut. She hadn't touched Liera, but she'd trapped her completely, pressed up against the cold metal of the cage. Then she stepped back out to where Liera could see her, holding one of those fish forks.
It had two long and pointy tines, and she had already been poked in the ass and breast with one. Only now, the way that Tsui had tied her, there were considerably more vulnerable parts that could be poked, and she couldn't get away from it.
"Please," said Liera. "Please don't, I've been good, please?"
Tsui giggled. "Please, or please don't?"
"Please don't," said Liera. "I don't. . . nnngh."
Tsui was behind her, and had started stroking her inner lips with the handle of the fork. "Sure about that?"
Liera didn't answer.
Tsui laughed again, softly. "Oh, but you are an eager little piggy." She was touching so softly, and Liera couldn't move against it; she was tied so tightly that her hips couldn't thrust at all.
The touches stopped, and then Tsui was back around to the front of the cage, holding the fork by its tines. "And now you've gotten the handle all slippery," she said. "I'll tell you what; if you'd like me to use the other end, you can clean the handle off. If not, we'll get you out of the cage, and over to where the Krin and Lady Jalah are waiting."
Tsui held the fork through the cage. Liera could see the shine of her juices in the light, Tsui's amused smile. "Well, if you're sure," she said, and started to pull it away. Liera leaned forward, took it in her mouth.
"See?" said Tsui. "Good girl! That's what you want. Why do you pretend not to? It wastes time, and sometimes people might believe you, if they don't know about you."
She pulled the fork out, held it up to the light. "Very good," she said, and went around to the back of the cage, and hurt her.
The fork was on her inner lips, it was on her clit, it was prodding around her asshole. It was very sharp, and Tsui seemed to know exactly how hard she could push without breaking the skin. Then she would trap a fold of skin between the tines, and twist. Liera yelped and squealed, tears starting to fall. If she could've twisted away, she would have, but she couldn't.
Tsui stopped, just when it reached the point of too much. She untied the belt, letting Liera drop to the floor of her cage; Tsui was breathing a little heavily when she came around to where Liera could see her, and there was a flush to her cheeks. She saw Liera's face, clucked, and picked up a napkin.
"Here, piglet," she said, and Liera moved back to the front of the cage. Tsui wiped her tears away with the napkin, her hand warm underneath the cloth. Then she unlatched the cage.
"Follow, please," she said, and Liera followed. She didn't even think about standing, until Tsui looked back at her, and doubled over laughing; then Liera flushed.
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p; "One day with the Lady Jalah," said Tsui. "And you're crawling rather than walking. I think if she had you for a month, you'd forget how to speak!"
Liera's flush deepened, and she looked down.
"Oh, very well," said Tsui. "You may crawl, if that's what you want."
Liera considered standing up and walking, but she knew that Tsui would find some way to establish what she really wanted, and she'd have to crawl anyway. Besides, it was nice to follow behind Tsui's trim legs and cute little butt.
The bedchamber was up another flight of stairs, which was tricky. Unlike Jalah, Tsui didn't go at a normal pace and wait for Liera to catch up; she went slowly, giggling as Liera climbed. Finally, the arrived at the room. The bedside lamps were lit, and both Jalah and the Krin were sitting in the bed, reading.
Jalah looked up at Tsui, who bowed. "I cannot help but feel that you have strained against the limits of your brief, Tsui."
"I am sorry, Lady Jalah," said Tsui. "She has been fed and prepared for you. I am afraid that she did not earn a fruit during the course of these preparations."
"Oh?" Jalah's expression was neutral.
"She pretended that she did not want to be stabbed in her cunt with a fish fork, Lady Jalah."
During the course of the conversation, Jalah had kept her book on her lap. At that, she put it to the side. "Tsui," she said. "You must not abuse the kindness of my friends in this manner; the Lady Maash was kind enough to lend me her possession, and while the limitations she placed on the gift may well reflect the foolishness of youth, it is not your place to violate them."
Tsui bowed her head.
"It may be that you have not violated the precise wording of my agreement, but you have been coming up to that line. Amend your behavior in the future, Tsui, or you shall not be allowed the privileges to which you are accustomed."
"Yes, lady," said Tsui.
"And as for you, piglet," said Jalah, "You must not continue to pretend to be something other than you are. Now, I shall give you another choice, but I warn you, I shall not bother to extract from you an accurate answer; should you continue to pretend, you will not be given the opportunity to change your mind. You will next service both the Krin and myself with your mouth. You shall not be permitted to orgasm—that shall wait until tomorrow evening when my husband returns from his work. But you shall be under considerable discomfort during the entire time you are allowed to touch me with your lips, and when we are done using you, you shall be chained to the foot of the bed until morning."
"Yes, lady, thank you, lady," said Liera. It was deeply embarrassing, but thanks to the dinner and Tsui's attentions, that all sounded really good.
"Do you wish for your new friend to observe you as you are put to use?" asked Jalah. "I imagine there shall be a great deal of grunting and squealing on your part, and very little of the dignity to which you pretend. And Tsui will certainly be greatly amused by your skill and efforts."
Liera looked back at Tsui, who was right on the verge of laughing, and then at Jalah, who just looked impatient. "Yes, lady," said Liera. "I would like for Tsui to stay while you put me to use. Thank you, lady."
Tsui clapped, delightedly. "Well, up on the bed, then," she said. "May I fetch the tools, Lady Jalah?"
"No," said Jalah. "You are in disgrace, Tsui. You shall stand and observe, and nothing else—you may not whip her, or attach the clamps, or anything else you have in mind."
"Yes, Lady Jalah," said Tsui. "Shall I play?"
Jalah looked over at the Krin, who shrugged. "Very well," said Jalah. "But soothing music, Tsui. And softly enough that you do not wake the Krin, after he is finished."
Liera crawled up onto the bed, waiting for instructions. "The Krin first, piglet," said Jalah.
The Krin was wearing a night robe. Liera nudged it aside, took his cock in her mouth. It wasn't quite the same as the first time, when she'd been mad with lust. Without that impetus, she couldn't get the whole of him in her mouth. But she tried, and she used her hands, and touched his legs with her chest, with her stomach, doing the best she could.
Jalah was rummaging in her bedside table; there were small sounds of metal and wood, of a chain uncoiling. Liera didn't look there, and didn't look at Tsui, who was playing a slow, low tune on her flute. The Krin hadn't put down his book, and she was going to make him; she sucked, ran her tongue across the bottom of his cock, swirled it around the head.
And was nearly started out of her skin by a sharp slap on her ass.
"You can and have done better than this, piglet," said Jalah. "Must you be in pain before you will perform in an acceptable fashion?"
Liera didn't answer; she was pretty sure she wasn't supposed to talk with her mouth full. But she did her best to do better, breathing in and then going forward, trying to swallow him whole.
"That, or worked into a frenzy, it seems," said Jalah. "And I have neither the time nor the inclination for the latter. Very well."
There was a pinch on the outer lip of Liera's pussy, and then a sharper, smaller pinch, and then another, and then another. Then on the other lip. Liera pushed down harder on the Krin's legs, trying to ignore the pain, and finding that impossible.
"The inner lips are more sensitive, of course. If it had not been for your splendid performance with the lime, I should have to insert the retractors at this point. But I feel that they reduce the effectiveness of the mouth, and do not allow for proper use of the lips. But remember; should you bite down, even slightly, you shall regret it."
Liera tried to calm her breathing, tried to . . . the metal pinch on her inner lip was amazingly painful, and it stayed painful, and started getting more painful. She whimpered, snuggled up to the Krin's cock, which was warm and firm and the skin was soft against her lips.
"There, Tsui, you see?" said Jalah, and attached a clip to Liera's other inner lip. "It is not pain that requires attention that is desired, when you are readying a girl. It is for the pain to be a constant, for the only relief to be full and attentive service." She gave Liera's pussy a slap, which hit all of the clips. Liera sobbed softly, and moved forward onto the Krin's cock, welcoming the feeling of it against the back of her throat.
"One more, I think, on the outer lips," said Jalah. "And do not delay, piglet. The agony will abate over time, but it will be amazingly painful when those clips are removed."
It hurt. They all hurt, but the Krin was there, and he was starting to thrust into her, though he hadn't lowered his book.
The flute was low and lazy, and she hurt, and while she couldn't see her, she could feel Tsui's laughing eyes on her, measuring her twists and squirms, listening to her sobs and moans. And the agony wasn't abating. All of the clamps hurt, and when they rattled with each of the Krin's thrusts, they hurt more. And they weren't coming off; each of those clamps was firmly in place, biting into her where she was tenderest, where it hurt the most. Jalah was very expert at what she did.
Finally, the Krin put his book aside, smiled at her desperation, His thrusts came faster and deeper, his head sank back into his pillow, his eyes closed. Liera had been told to look at him, so she didn't look away, watched as the muscles tightened in his chest and neck, watched the veins stand out on his throat as he spasmed inside of her, into the back of her mouth. It tasted awful, and she wasn't used to it, and it was back at the point which made her gag, but she knew that she'd be punished for doing anything other than swallowing. So she did, despite her strong impulse to gag and spit.
Liera held him in her mouth as he grew soft, as the last few drops oozed from him, until Jalah pulled her away. "Now, while I am sure that Maash has neglected a number of important aspects of your education, I am equally confident that you have been fully trained in this aspect of your service."
Jalah's pubic hair was neatly trimmed, with traces of gray here and there. And yes, Maash had been very specific about what Liera was expected to do, and had corrected her when Liera didn't perform to her requirements. She licked, long strokes at first, with just a sm
all touch at the clit at the end of each stroke. Small nips at her outer lips, more long licks. Jalah sighed contentedly, started to move under her tongue and lips.
Then Jalah took off one of the clips, and spots bloomed behind Liera's eyes. She had gotten numb, at least a little, and hadn't realized. But every instant, every moment of pain that she hadn't felt, and everything she had, all at once, on her outer lip.
Jalah laughed. "Yes, you see?" she said, and pulled Liera's head up, holding her by the chin as she sobbed. "And there are five more clips in place. Each one will hurt more than the last, of course, because of the longer duration."
Which was what happened. Each time it seemed like Jalah was getting close, she would stop, and remove one of the clips; then, when that wasn't enough, she would swat Liera's pussy. The clips that were still on ached, and her pussy lips hurt where the clips had been, and when Jalah hit her, it was absolute agony, everywhere.
The pain meant that instead of the controlled technique that Maash had taught her, Liera was crying into Jalah's pussy, tears and saliva and Jalah's juices mingling together. Finally, there were only the two clips on her inner lips left.
"Now you must not be loud, piglet," said Jalah, her hand lightly brushing against the clips. "The Krin is asleep, and you must not wake him."
Liera swallowed, nodded fearfully. Jalah chuckled, smiled, put one hand on her cheek, and took off the clips, both of them, one after the other. Liera would've screamed if she hadn't been told not to. She did scream, silently; it hurt, it hurt, it hurt.
"Very nice," said Jalah. "Lovely. Here."
She pushed her down by the back of her head, not roughly, but firmly. Liera melted down into her; there was so much pain, but there was comfort between Jalah's thighs, there was sweetness there among her curls.
"Ah!" said Jalah. "So lovely, piglet. So lovely!" She arced up off of the sheets into Liera's mouth; her thighs trembled, and then she gave three, four thrusts. Liera paused, looked up for guidance. Maash would use her over and over again some nights, but it seemed like Jalah was done.
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