A Gentlemen's Agreement (9 page)

Tamarind leaned back in her chair.
“Anyway, I guess my owners liked me well enough. Not well enough to keep me for
a long time, but well enough that they never sold me to the professor. Or to a
brothel.”

“What’s the longest that an owner
has kept you?”

“Almost two years. I was nineteen
when Sir
Goulfkik
bought me and I was twenty-one when
he sold me. It was winter when he bought me and winter when he sold me, so I
know that it was nearly two years.”

“My first owner only kept me for a
short while. I think it was about three months.” Irene wasn’t certain but she
had tried to keep a rough count of the weeks. “He didn’t sell me. He traded me
to Lord Snow in return for a promise of knighthood.”

“A lot of owners turn over slaves
pretty fast. It doesn’t take a gentleman long to get bored with a slave when
there are new ones available at auction every month.”

Irene knew that her ex-husband
seldom kept a slave for more than a few months. She wondered how long Lord Snow
would keep her. “I guess Lord Snow will sell me when I can’t think up any more
amusing entertainments.”

“I guess.” Tamarind was quiet for
a moment. “I… We… Me and the other slaves… We understand that Lord Snow
doesn’t… Doesn’t use you like the rest of us.”

“You mean that he doesn’t use my
sexual services?”

She nodded.

“No. He doesn’t. Damn him. I used
to be the wife of his best friend and I think that bothers him. He’d feel like
he was betraying James if he used me.”

“That must be nice. Not having to
service anyone.”

Irene shook her head ruefully.
“You think that chastity is nice? It’s awful. I want to get fucked so bad, I
can taste it.”

Tamarind looked at her with wide
eyes. “You can’t mean that.”

“Of course I mean it. When I was a
lady, I didn’t get fucked often enough so I sold myself into slavery. Now, it
turns out, I’m the only slave in the world who never gets fucked at all. If I’d
known that this would happen, I would have stayed a lady.”

“I’d rather never get fucked than
get fucked a dozen times in a night, every couple of nights.”

Irene smiled. “That’s because
you’ve never had chastity forced on you. It might not be nice to get fucked too
much, but I’d take that over never getting any. What’s the longest that you’ve
ever gone without getting fucked?”

Tamarind thought for a minute. “Four
or five days, I guess. My owner got the flu once and he didn’t use me or lend
me out until he got better.”

“So, since the age of fifteen,
you’ve never had to go for longer than five days without sex. Look at me. How
long has it been since Lord Snow bought me?
A couple of
months, at least.
That feels like a long drought. The big question is
how long is he going to keep me. For all I know, I might not get fucked again
for the rest of my life. He might well keep me until I’m too old and then sell
me directly into labor. I’m twenty-eight. That’s much too young to be left high
and dry for the rest of my life.”

“Well, if you ever want to trade
places with me, just let me know.”

“I wish I could. You don’t know
how badly I wish I could.”

* * *

Irene set a small box on the kitchen table in front of each
of the slaves, Nickel included.

The slaves looked at them but
didn’t open them. Slaves seldom took the initiative. They were trained to wait
until they received an order.

She stood and addressed them. “You’ve
all had sex with a lot of men in a lot of different ways. But I want you to be
better at it. It’s not enough that you are more available to gentlemen than
their own wives. You should also be much better at sex. Especially when he’s
fucking your cunt in the same way that he fucks his wife. The more that your
owners value you, the safer you are. And the most valuable thing that you can
do for a gentleman is to be the best sex partner that he’s ever had.”

“We’re pretty damned good,” Peach
said. “You think you got some trick that all the ladies know that we don’t?”

“No. That’s why you can stand head
and shoulders above them.”

“When we’re lying on our backs?”

“Especially then.”

Nickel opened her box. She was not
surprised by what she found inside. “Shut up and listen,” she told Peach. Her
hand brushed the handle of the strap hanging by her bust.

Peach shut up.

“This is a trick that I learned as
a slave. I learned it because I asked a
kennelman
what I could do to be a better sex partner. You know what he told me?”

The slaves shook their heads in
answer to her rhetorical question. Slaves tend to take things literally.

“He told me that I needed to have
a stronger cunt. You’ve got muscles down there but you never exercise them. If
they’re strong enough and if you have good control over them, then you can do
things to a cock that gentlemen and their wives never dreamed possible. Things
that will make a man practically faint with delight. Things that will make your
owner want to keep you forever.”

Peach snorted in derision, but the
rest of the slaves were listening.

“You will find a set of small
weights in the boxes that I have given you.”

The slaves looked at her.

“Go ahead, open your
boxes
and take a look at them.” Irene sometimes found
slaves’ compliance to be annoying. She wondered if gentlemen found the same
thing. Maybe
gentlemen would be amused by slaves who were not
automatically compliant
. She was still looking for a way to entertain
the gentlemen on Saturday night and made a mental note to explore this idea a
little.

“Okay, pick up the thing that
looks like a little anchor with a double cone on one end. The part that is
narrow and gets wide and then narrow again is like a little dildo. The anchor
part at the end keeps it from sliding too far inside. If you insert it, you’ll
find that you have to squeeze hard to keep it from slipping out because it
won’t go in far enough to stay by itself. Stand up, now and try inserting it
into your cunts.”

Two of the weights fell to the
floor. The other four slaves kept their hands close enough to catch them when
they squirted back out.

“Hell,” Apple said, “you can’t
keep that thing inside you.”

“You can’t, but I can,” Irene
said. “I’ve developed the muscles to do it. It’s made of light plastic. Without
any weights attached, it’s an eighth of an ounce. Your box contains weights
that screw into each other and into the base of the device. You can increase
the weight in eighth-ounce increments until it weighs half a pound. But you
won’t be able to hold that much. The most that I’ve ever been able to hold if
five ounces and that takes an extraordinary effort.”

“Yeah?” Apple said. “Well, if
you’re so keen on this,
where’s your weights
?”

“Inside me,” Irene said and
reached between her legs to let her weights drop into her hand. She held it up.
“I have three ounces attached. See?” She turned it to show the brass weights
screwed into the bottom. As she unscrewed them, she recited, “An eighth weight
added to the original eighth makes a quarter. Plus a quarter makes a half. Plus
a half makes one ounce, plus the two ounces makes three.” She reassembled the
weights and reinserted them back into herself. She spread her legs slightly to
make certain that the others understood that she wasn’t squeezing it with her
thighs but was holding it in place with her cunt muscles alone.

The other slaves stared in
amazement.

“Three ounces takes a considerable
effort,” Irene said. “I put it in when I left my cell and I’ve had to keep
concentrating on my cunt all the time that I’ve been talking to you. I can do
this because I’ve been practicing for about a half hour a day every day for
months. You won’t be able to do it right away, but if you keep working at it
every day, you’ll get strong enough to do the same thing.”

“Why would we want to do that?”
Lime asked the question. Irene thought that she was sincerely curious and not
trying to heckle her.

“A couple of reasons. First, you
can please a man better if your cunt is stronger. You can squeeze his cock when
he’s inside you. I can mount a man, both of us can stay motionless, and I can massage
him with my cunt until he climaxes. Believe me, men find that really
pleasurable.

“More interesting, it will make
sex better for you. If you can manipulate the cock when it’s inside you, you
can get more stimulation from it. You can come easier and more reliably. And
not just when you’re doing the motionless stimulation trick. You can keep
working him with your cunt while he’s thrusting away. The feeling can be quite
delightful for you.

“Third, you want to do that
because I intend to feature it in an entertainment some day. We’re going to
have a competition – a kind of cunt Olympics – and you don’t want
to be the loser. The penalty will be quite unpleasant. I lost a competition at
an entertainment once and I was rewarded with the worst half hour of my life. I
shudder at the memory. I really recommend that you work hard because you do not
want to be the weakest cunt in the room when the games begin.”

The slaves looked at each other
and then began inserting the weights back inside themselves and trying to hold
them.

Irene explained about how to
tighten their vulvas as though they were trying to hold back urination and was
gratified to see that, one-by-one, the slaves figured out how to hold the
un-weighted dildo for a minute or two.

Nickel seemed to be doing a little
better than the others, but that was to be expected. She had known about cunt
weights for more than a month. Likely she had been flexing her muscles once in
a while since then, just for amusement.

It was time for Irene to leave
them alone to work on their technique.

When she walked back to her cell,
all the other slaves watched her with new respect. If they hadn’t seen, with
their own eyes, her assemble and insert three ounces, they wouldn’t have
believed that she was walking around with it inside her.

It was like a miracle.

* * *

Irene entered the billiard room alone. Her gold
lamé
catsuit
sparkled under the
spotlight.

Every eye in the room ogled her with
undisguised lust.

Cocks were getting hard in
anticipation of a delight that they knew they would never be permitted to
enjoy.

Irene wished with all her heart
that she would be permitted to fulfill their desires but that pleasure was
denied her.

“Gentlemen,” she said, “I have
some bad news. I don’t have any slaves here to service you.”

“You’re a slave,” someone blurted.

“Yes, and I would love to relieve
you of your heavy load, but as director of entertainment, that I am not
permitted that joy.”

There were groans of
disappointment. She suspected that, after last week, word had circulated that
she was forbidden fruit. But, hope springs eternal in the male libido.

“I was supposed to bring a bunch
of eager slaves with me. But I have failed you.” She hung her head in mock
shame.

A couple of men booed, but only
because it was expected. They didn’t sound angry. They were confident that Lord
Snow would provide them with some kind of satisfaction before long.

“As I was bringing nine slaves
over here, the tricky devils escaped into the garden. Right now they are all
out there hiding somewhere. Will you help me find them?”

There was a round of lusty cheers.

She gestured to the table.
“Please, good sirs, help me out. Grab one of these leashes and capture one of
those nine mischievous nymphs.”

She opened the door to the garden
and stood aside.

The gentlemen wasted no time
filing out of the room, each grabbing a leash on their way by.

Lord Snow was the last to leave.
He said nothing but grinned and winked at her. He didn’t bother taking a leash.
It would be his guests’ pleasure to capture slaves to sate their lust.

Irene stepped out to watch the
fun, ready to provide guidance or intervene, should anything unexpected come to
pass.

The garden was
lit by torches
. The dim, flickering light provided plenty of hiding
places.

She was relieved that the weather
was good. Her backup plan had been to have the slaves hide in the billiard
room, under furniture and behind curtains, but that would have been a far less
interesting game.

The garden was almost three acres
and had a variety of shrubs and trees, as well as a garden shed and a
greenhouse.

She had told the slaves that they
were not to hide inside any of the buildings. They could climb the trees if
they liked but were warned that they were to come down voluntarily if spotted.
She didn’t want any slaves to be pushed out of trees. More important, she
didn’t want to any aristocrats to climb up after them and risk falling.

The slaves were permitted to flee,
but had to stop running if ordered. And they were not to resist or fight under
any circumstances. Once they were touched, they were to fall to their knees and
wait to be leashed.

They seemed to understand and were
in a light mood when they were scattering to find hiding places under bushes
and in distant corners.

It didn’t take long before one
gentleman shouted to another and Lime squealed as she was flushed out from
behind a tree. She ran several steps before one of the gentlemen grabbed her
arm.

She immediately dropped to her
knees and began begging for mercy.

The gentlemen were laughing as
they clipped a chain around her neck.

Irene had imagined that the
gentlemen would bring the captured slaves back to the billiard room where they
could fuck them in comfort. That was not to be. One gentleman pushed Lime onto
her back on the grass and held her down. Two other gentlemen grabbed her ankles
and pulled her legs apart while the first gentleman dropped on her and
proceeded to rape her.