Marketplace

by Laura Antoniou

  Chapter Twelve

  The added dimension of being asked to serve after traditional lights-out time became something none of the slaves were prepared for, even though several of them had longed for it. Grendel and Alexandra seemed to be distant apparitions during the day. Even the private sessions they had with the slaves were more teaching instruments than personal episodes of dominance, submission, and erotic slavery. The daylight and the intrusion of meals and chores served to make the day seem more like a working or learning environment. Somehow, at night, the mystique deepened. They were allowed into rooms where beds suddenly became the center of attention. They were admitted into a world of privacy and intensity, with no interruptions or time limits. It was frightening and thrilling and stressful. And it produced a new element into their relationships with each other. Real jealousy.

  The first weekend, Robert and Brian were called twice, and both sent back to their own beds each time. Claudia noticed and did her best to remain silent, but Sharon was simply livid! How dare the owners call the fairy and the sissy when they had a fully trained, eager and more-than-willing pleasure slave at their beck and call? Why was she giving blow jobs and getting screwed by the filthy stableboy, for crissakes, while these two half-men get called up to the luxurious bedrooms? She expressed her anger and indignation to Claudia whenever she had a chance, until Claudia learned to ignore the sound of Sharon’s voice.

  Come Monday morning, all four were barely speaking to each other. It wasn’t because of fights they had. Fighting, as Chris would put it, was unacceptable behavior. But unspoken protests, accusations, apologies, and sheer gloating made all of them wary of what they were actually saying. After breakfast, Chris came to give them their week’s assignments, and kept them a little later for a special announcement.

  “This week starts a new phase in your training,” the short man began. He was dressed up today, in a suit and a tie. The jacket emphasized the blockiness of his shoulders and body. So far, even in the summer’s heat, they had never seen him in anything as casual as a polo shirt, even though both Grendel and Alex varied in their own dress.

  “Starting this morning, some of your instruction and duties will include a newer, more intense level of sensual interaction with Mr. Elliot, Ms. Selador, myself, or each other. That does not change your habits in regards to the servants at all. In fact, your eager submission to them is very important this week, as most of them will be taking a vacation after this weekend.

  “What this means for you is that you must strive to be pleasing not only in your deportment and in the tasks you have been assigned to do, but to be constantly available, in mind and body, to serve whatever function you may be called upon for. This is not a reward, but a new responsibility. Fail to please, and you will be punished severely. Fail to show proper submission and an outstanding willingness to perform, and you will be denied the opportunity to show what few skills you may have.” He glanced at his notes.

  “Starting this morning, Sharon will offer to perform oral sex on the other three of you until orgasm. Keep in mind, however, the boys must withdraw and deposit their come on her body, or in a receptacle suitable for such disposal, and not in her mouth. That style of service is reserved. Anyone wanting to take advantage of her offers may do so at any free time during the day, providing that they are not late for any appointment or in completing an assigned chore.”

  Sharon gasped and her mouth dropped open in shock. Claudia echoed her and blushed. Robert coughed out a piece of apple that tried to go down the wrong way and covered his face trying not to look at Sharon as she reacted to this pronouncement. Brian raised an eyebrow and grinned.

  “Brian will begin afternoon outdoor work under Jack, the stableman. Robert, you will now begin to work more with me, but in the afternoon, you and Sharon will have some special training sessions with either of the owners. And Claudia, you will work with Ms. Rachel in the afternoon. The new schedules are printed up, and one will be posted in your room.

  “Did you have a question, Sharon?” Chris asked innocently.

  “I have to ask the other slaves if they want...?” Sharon shook her beautiful head in confusion. “Did you say...?”

  “I shall be more precise. Every morning, you are to go to each of your companions, and in some mannerly and inviting way offer your oral services to them. That means offering the boys fellatio and offering Claudia cunnilingus. If they accept, you will arrange with them the time and place, so that neither you nor they are inconvenienced, and then you will perform to the best of your abilities until they are satisfied. This duty begins today... now, as a matter of fact. Is that clearer?”

  Sharon’s mouth worked silently. There was a long moment when everyone waited for her outburst, but it didn’t come. Instead, she nodded, her teeth tightly clenched.

  “Then we are settled. You three,” he cast his cold eyes on the others, “are neither obligated to receive nor reject Sharon’s service. But I will remind you that you are still forbidden any other form of sexual release, and choosing this may provide you with an allowable pleasure. If any of you choose to accept the attention, you may be expected to critique her skills, either to me or to the owners. Do you all understand this?”

  Three nods answered him.

  “Good. You have twenty minutes if you choose to begin this new ritual. If there isn’t enough time for Sharon to grant the favors she offers, you may always make an appointment for later in the day, such as during or after lunch, or just before lights out. As soon as everything is worked out, Sharon and Brian are to report directly to Mr. Elliot, who is out near the south paddock, Robert, you come find me, and Claudia, I believe you have a workout waiting. You are all dismissed!”

  As he left, three heads turned back to look at Sharon, who was licking her lips nervously. Robert looked away quickly.

  “Well, let’s hear it, sweetie,” Brian taunted.

  “OK, wise ass,” Sharon snapped back in a rush of bravado. “You wanna blow job?”

  Brian hooted his derision. “Wow, with a come-on like that, no wonder you always had guys fighting over you! Hey, don’t do me any favors, gorgeous. I’ll have the whole rest of the week to think about when you’re gonna suck my big fat one.” He waggled the spoken-of member at her. “And I can’t wait to see this big lad put it to you nicely. Let’s see what sultry, seductive language she lays on you, huh Robert?”

  Robert immediately rushed the door and fumbled for the knob. “I-I... you don’t have to ask, Sharon. I’m not... I mean, you’re lovely, but I can’t... I wouldn’t... why won’t this damn door open! Ah!” He pulled it open in a flourish and dashed away.

  Sharon smirked at his retreating back and turned to Claudia, her voice heavy with sweet sarcasm. “Oh, Miss Goody-Two-Shoes, do you want me to lap your cunt until you come like a little alley cat being gang banged by a bunch of stud-cats?”

  Claudia didn’t say a word. She just turned and fled. Sharon laughed after the retreats of her companions and sat down to finish off a particularly ripe peach. This was turning out to be easier than she thought. She looked up at Brian, who seemed lost in thought, and bit into the soft fruit and let the juices run over her chin. It was kind of obvious, wasn’t it? He was so queer, he didn’t think he could keep it up if she played music on his hairless pipe there. So, he toughs it out, leaving empty threats. Meanwhile, wimp one and wimp two run for their lives.

  Sometimes, Sharon thought, licking her fingers, being a slave can be awfully easy! She walked to the bathroom casually and cleaned herself up for this new session time with Grendel. She was so happy to be out of the stable for a while, she even sang to herself.

  * * * *

  Robert escaped the impossible situation in the servants’ dining room with nothing but a wholehearted sense of terror. If beautiful Sharon (the bitch, he reminded himself) could be put to such use, what could possibly happen to him? And how embarrassing, to have to ask everyone else if they wanted you! He fretted over his refusal. Surely Sharon wouldn�
�t see it as a rejection, would she? She couldn’t possibly want to do... that... for him, could she? The big man shook his head and went to find Chris.

  “‘So, wise ass, wanna blow-job?’ That was her invitation this morning?” Grendel sat on the top rail of the paddock fence, one leg swinging. “Tell me, Sharon, have you had much success with that particular line? Or were you intending to do something to get you punished so severely that you’d wish you had died before this day ended?”

  Sharon fumed, glared at Brian, and then looked back at Grendel. “No one said I had to, like, ask any special way, OK?” she complained. “I did ask!”

  “That’s not entirely true, Sharon. I wrote out Chris’s instructions last night, and they included the phrase ‘mannerly and inviting.’ Now, I know that Chris obeys me. He’s rather good at being literal. Are you suggesting that he forgot to say those words?”

  Sharon bit her lip, considering. Did the little bastard say something like that? Probably. She dropped her head down a little. “No, sir,” she mumbled.

  “OK. Why do you think you were given this particular assignment, Sharon?”

  “Uh, because you wanted to... I don’t know!” Next to her, Brian winced. Grendel sighed and kicked his free leg back and forth. He casually pulled a length of braided leather out of his pocket and began to unbraid it.

  “Sharon, ever since you’ve gotten here, you’ve bitched and moaned and bragged about what you think you should be doing. You’re supposed to be a pleasure slave, correct? Well, I’ve decided that you haven’t done enough pleasing around here. As to how you were supposed to ask, you’re supposed to ask and perform like the slave you supposedly want to be, regardless of who is receiving the dubious pleasures you offer. So, since you neatly scared away everyone this morning, I think it’s only fair that you give them all a second chance. You’ll start with Brian right now.” He gestured for them to face each other. In the distance, they could hear the horses calling to each other as Jack brought them out for the morning sun.

  Sharon clenched her teeth together. Why did it have to be him? she asked herself, staring back into Brian’s teasing, insolent eyes. She drew a deep breath and stopped herself before she started to talk in a higher pitch than she usually did. She coughed to cover up her error and concentrated, closing her eyes and imagining that it was one of her former masters standing in front of her instead. “Would you like me to suck your cock?” she asked finally. She liked the sound. Her voice was low and throaty, and when she actually said it, her body made a sensual movement like a slight twist. She kept her mouth slightly open at the end of the question and ran her tongue along her upper lip. What man could resist her?

  Apparently, Brian could. “Sorry, not today, sweetie,” he answered lightly. “But thanks for the offer.”

  “Dull and unimaginative, but serviceable,” Grendel admitted. “You’ll have to come up with more original lines than that, Sharon. Brian, put your hands behind your back. And you too, Sharon.” He jumped down from the fence and quickly passed a leather loop around first Brian’s and then Sharon’s wrists, binding them in place. The two slaves stood facing each other, their wrists now tightly held behind their backs.

  “Put a little more creativity in the actual deed,” Grendel suggested, looking at Sharon. “Get down there and start working.”

  “But sir,” Brian said, shifting nervously. “I said ‘no.’”

  “To her, Brian. Not to me. There’s a big difference. Remind me to punish you later. And I did give you an order, Sharon.”

  Sharon dropped to her knees on the grass, and was faced with Brian’s entirely uninterested cock. It hung limply, framed by a long, pale ball sac, the area smooth and very clean. At least it was better than Jack, who rarely wore underwear and worked with horses all day. His crotch often smelled more of horse than of man. This one was at the very least, soft and clean. She moistened her lips and moved in.

  Brian hissed a breath through his teeth as she slurped the entire length of his cock into her mouth and began to work it with strong sucking movements and a fast whipping of her tongue. His toes curled into the ground and his body actually shook. She was good! No, correct that, she was great! His cock went from slumber to attention in record time, and he arched his back to give her better access to him.

  “So you might not have been lying outright,” Grendel commented, flicking his last strand of leather at Sharon’s shoulder. It stung her lightly. “You can get a man who’s been sexually frustrated for two weeks to pay attention to you. No, don’t stop, keep going. I’m going to want to see all of your techniques by the time we’re through. And Brian,” another flick, and a sting to Brian’s chest, “you will not do me the discourtesy of coming without permission, will you?”

  Brian moaned, “No, sir!”

  “You should have taken her up on her offer, Brian,” Grendel teased, hitting Brian again. “If you had, you would be sure that you would have a nice orgasm this morning. Now, it’s entirely in my hands.”

  Brian began to breathe more regularly and nodded. “Yes, sir. As it should be, sir, if you’ll excuse my saying it.” He planted his feet more firmly in place and closed his eyes.

  “I will this time,” Grendel said idly. He looked down at Sharon, who was moving her head back and forth to stroke Brian’s cock with her tongue. It was a nice move, but nothing impressive. “Get your mouth on his balls,” he said, punctuating his words with more flicks. “Let me see how you treat a pair of nuts.”

  Sharon obediently swept her mouth off of Brian’s cock and twisted her shoulders to get underneath it. Despite the fact that it kept slipping across her face, she managed to start licking at at the spheres in question. Brian sighed.

  Grendel made a little slip knot in one end of the strip of leather he held and looped it neatly behind the curved head of Brian’s cock. Then, he tugged up, raising the cock so that it was flat against the man’s belly. He pushed Brian’s head down a little and put the tether end of the cock leash into his mouth, and then stepped back.

  Oh yes, much better. Brian stood, his feet planted far apart, his hands behind his back, and his head bent forward. His cock was stiff, up against his belly, and his balls were exposed for Sharon’s ministrations. And Sharon took advantage of the opportunity. She lavished attention on them, licking them up and down and back and forth. Then, she gently sucked one into her mouth and ran her tongue around it. The same treatment was given to its twin. The result of this was Brian making several sharp sounds between his clenched jaws. Sounds very much like whimpers.

  Sharon suppressed a nasty grin and extended her tongue up behind his balls, as far as she could. That always got them going! And it worked on Brian, too. Whadda you know, she thought, feeling him jerk and tasting new sweat on him. He’s not as queer as he acts. So where’s his snottiness now, huh? He’s nothing but another guy, crying like a baby because someone knows what to do with his precious cock! She nibbled on the loose flesh around his balls, enjoying the sounds he continued to make around the piece of leather clenched in his teeth.

  Grendel was, despite his reservations concerning Sharon, mildly impressed. If nothing else, she seemed to be a good cocksucker. He reached in and freed Brian’s cock. Brian made a gasping sound as the tension was taken away, and moaned out the air when Sharon instinctively brought his cock back between her lips and massaged the head with pressure from her tongue.

  “Oh my God, oh sir!” Brian’s back arched even further and his hips thrust forward. “Oh please, I can’t hold it, sir!”

  “But you will,” Grendel said sternly. “This is only the beginning.”

  Brian groaned and tried to think of the multiplication tables, the subway schedules, the number of colored handkerchiefs in the hanky code. Anything but what was happening to him! It was just amazing how good this crass, ignorant piece of stuck-up girl was! As she pulled back, drawing her tight, wet lips along his shaft, he began to pant.

  Don’t fuck it up now! the nagging voice in his head scre
amed. Think of nasty things, hotdogs with ketchup, liver with onions, pastrami with mayo! Think of cold things, like freezer pops and ice cubes, falling on your crotch, where there was now enough heat to... to...

  “Argh!” he finally yelled out, twisting and pulling away from her. His cock slipped out of her mouth and her eyes opened wide in surprise. Glistening wet and stiffly jerking in front of his body, his cock flopped up and down, the very motion a hellish erotic wave.

  Grendel stepped closer and pushed Brian violently forward, spearing Sharon’s mouth with that cock once more. Sharon yelped and tried to keep her balance, but she fell back and then onto her side in the grass. Brian stumbled to his knees next to her.

  “Looks like we’re going to have to try that again,” Grendel said. He gazed down at the two of them and reached into a pocket. Then, he tossed a strip of six wrapped condoms onto the grass between them.

  “Between the two of you, I want one of these separated from the others, opened, and on Brian’s stiff cock in...” he took a quick glance at his watch. “Two minutes. Starting now!”

  They scrambled for the strip of safes, bumping into each other as their heads dived for them. Grendel sighed. “And you’d better figure out a good way to achieve this,” he added, watching them fumble and fight. “We’ll have five more to go through by the end of this session.”

  * * * *

  Robert found Chris in the library, picking through a stack of binders and books on one of the tables. “There is a special assignment for you, Robert,” the majordomo said, beckoning the man forward. “These,” he shoved a small stack of paperbacks to one side, “are books of soliloquies, poems and famous speeches. Several are marked off. You are to begin to memorize them in preparation for a recital every other day.”