The Concept of Freedom

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Portia

One of the bed slaves opened the curtains to let the sun in and Portia stretched in the bed before rising. 'Why didn't I keep Jessiwe in the bed with me last night?' she wondered. Then she heard screaming from up above. 'That's right,' she thought as she remembered.

"Inform Dorothea that I'm awake and would like to see the new slave when Eurebius is finished, Demiessa," Portia said.

"At once, my Lady, unless... you might find me of other service first," the bed-slave said coyly.

Portia considered the idea, but only for a moment. "Later, my little mink. Be off."

"Yes, my Lady," Demiessa replied and left the room at a fast walk.

Portia attended to her morning toilet and was brushing her hair when Dorothea entered and knelt. The new slave crawled in behind her. Portia smiled at her.

"Jessiwe! Come here, my darling pet. Stand up and let me get a look at you."

She clucked sympathetically at Jessiwe's tear-steaked face and turned in her seat to allow herself to reach out and stroke one of her nipples. Jessiwe winced and shuddered.

"Has she been given something for the pain?" she demanded of Dorothea.

"No, my Lady. She resisted."

"Even an animal would resist. Bring a draught at once."

"Yes, my Lady." Dorothea rose and backed out of the room.

Portia dropped her fingertips down Jessiwe's belly and between her thighs. Gently she lifted the ring to pull back the hood and expose Jessiwe's clitoris. As Jessiwe trembled Portia lowered her mouth to Jessiwe's sex, gently sucking the soft pearl between her lips and letting her tongue rest against it. The flesh was sweet to the taste and very, very warm. Portia smiled and lapped upwards once along the entire length of Jessiwe's sex, annointing it with her saliva.

"I'll make it all better," she promised in a soothing tone and released the ring.

Dorothea hurried into the room with a cup and a saucer in her hands.

"The draught, my Lady," she said as she offered up the cup with one hand. Her other hand offered up the saucer. "And the salve."

Portia took the cup and handed it to Jessiwe. "Drink this, pet. It will dull the pain and make you sleepy."

She dipped a finger into the salve and began slowly applying the greasy mixture to Jessiwe's nipples. When she had coated them, she applied her finger to the ring between Jessiwe's thighs, being careful to only apply the salve to the exterior of the skin.

"There," she said. "You'll feel much better very soon. You may rest on my bed, my dear."

She turned her attention to Dorothea. "Are preparations for this evening well in hand?"

"Yes, my Lady."

"Good. Send word to Mistress Hildegaard that I wish to see her."

"She's waiting in the lower house, my Lady. I'll have her escorted in."

 

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Jessiwe closed her eyes and shivered with a confusing mixture of tension, pain and excitment all intermixed as Lady Portia licked her gently. She was gasping and breathing heavily as a result, barely noticing the salve being applied to her nipples and clitoral hood. She took the drink offered hoping it would work quickly to dull the pain. Thankfully, it began to take effect on her petite body almost immediately. "Mmmmm." she sighed, greatful to be offered the comfort of the bed to rest. "Thank you Lady Portia." she answered softly before crawling off to a drugged sleep.

 

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Geraldus

Demissa came out of the house and stalked over to Musa.

"The new bitch is sleeping in the Lady's bed," she hissed. "She's infatuated with her!"

"Easy now," Musa counseled, "she's always infatuated with the new slaves. And she always comes back to the reliable performers. Besides, the little bitch won't be getting much pleasure from the Lady for a couple of days. After Eurebius nailed her first tit I shook her around a little, like she was fighting. They didn't give her anything for the pain." He smiled maliciously at Geraldus.

"You're a true bastard, Musa," Geraldus stated in admiring tones. He stepped forward and took Demiessa's hand, placing it on his cock.

"If the Lady doesn't have time for you, I still do," he said with a smile.

Demiessa hefted the weight of him in her slim hand and pumped him twice. "When?" she asked.

Geraldus smiled at Musa as he replied, "Soon." He leaned forward and gave her a kiss he'd practiced with Gaianna. She followed him slightly as he pulled back from her and he chuckled. "Or maybe you're not such a true bastard, Musa. I'm not even positive you're a man. That might just be a big clit."

Musa looked ready to explode, but Demiessa restrained him with a hand on his chest. "No fighting," she said. "Dorothea promised to beat you bloody the next time you fought." To Geraldus she hissed, "Stop provoking him. He'll kill you one day."

"You'll have to be satisfied with his tiny dick in your ass then, Demiessa," Geraldus stated. "Or his tongue on your cunt. Hey! You can lick my cum out of Demiessa when we're done, Musa," he said brightly.

Musa roared and lashed out with his fist, catching Geraldus on the side of his face. Geraldus went with the force, falling to the ground and curling into a ball. The big man kicked him twice before a clattering sound announced the arrival of a guard. Dorothea arrived a moment later, just as Geraldus was picking himself up. She gave him a hard glance.

"That one can wait at the post for judgement," she pronounced, pointing her finger at Musa. The guard gestured and, for a moment, Musa looked like he was going to resist, but he didn't. Geraldus was mildly disappointed.

"You're of no use for the party tonight, so you can get your exercise scrubbing the floors. And if I catch you participating in any fighting I'll have your back striped as well."

She strode away from the scene as a few of the other slaves tried to get her attention on matters of their own concern.

"You prick!" Demiessa hissed.

"After the party?" Geraldus asked.

She looked like she was going to hit him, but instead she simply spat out "Yes," and stalked off.

Geraldus probed his jaw tenderly and didn't find any loose teeth, though it was obvious his face was going to be a purple mess for a while. He rose unsteadily to his feet and walked slowly across the yard towards the gardens. Musa's hands were secured high above his head to a ring at the top of pole.

"I wonder if they'll give you anything for the pain?" he muttered as he walked past.



The house-slaves gave him hell, of course. Bed-slaves didn't usually do menial work and weren't shy about lording it over house-slaves when they had the chance. So Geraldus collected surreptitious kicks, knocks from mops, stepped on fingers and toes, and more than one 'accidental' drenching. They tracked over his assigned areas and spilled dirt, sand, spit, and, in one case, urine. Which all proved, of course, that bed-slaves didn't do menial work because they were too stupid to do it properly. The overseer gave him the switch twice, about as much as he dared, and they were light blows to avoid leaving a bad mark.

Geraldus had thought he might be able to parley his cock into cultivating a contact amongst the house-slaves, but the opportunity didn't present itself. Two of the house-slaves looked interested, but sarcastic comments from the other slaves about the livestock that was obviously in his background quenched that spark. And the fat eunuch was simply more than Geraldus could bring himself to do.

When Dorothea came by and ordered him back to the sleeping quarters he was more than happy to go. He spotted Musa lying on his side on one of the pallets and whistled. Dorothea had indeed had him beaten bloody. It looked like he'd had a good dozen or more cane strokes. And they'd finished matters by tying his arms to his ankles and bowing him back. Uncomfortable in the present, and painful in the morning when they let him loose and his skin would stretch and break the scabs.

"Say, 'Thank you, Geraldus', Musa," he said.

"Huh?" the man asked blearily. Someone, Demiessa, had slipped him something for the pain.

"I said, say 'Thank you, Geraldus.'"

"I'm going to kill you," the black man mumbled.

"No you're not. You won't even remember this in the morning. Which is a pity, because you're in my debt. I've saved you the embarassment of wandering around the party and having people snicker at your tiny dick."

"Gonna kill you."

Geraldus shrugged and walked over to the basins and washed up before finding a pallet as far away from Musa as possible.

OOC: Portia part coming up.

 

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Portia

She smiled as the young woman crawled onto the bed and feel quickly asleep. Dorothea collected the cup and saucer.

"Is that the new salve, Dorothea."

"Yes, my Lady. The wounds should be healed by dawn tomorrow."

"Excellent. She'll be of no use at the party tonight, so I'll keep her here for afterward."

"Yes, my Lady."

Portia went back to brushing her hair as Dorothea chained Jessiwe to the bed, attaching the chain to the ring between Jessiwe's thighs.

"With your permission, my Lady?"

"Yes, of course. And Mistress Hildegaard?"

"She should be here, my Lady. I'll check."

Portia carefully put her hair up with a glass comb and turned as Hildegaard came into the room.

"Good morning, my Lady," she said, accompanying her words with a standing bow.

"Good morning, Mistress. Is there anything new?"

"No, my Lady. My agents have had no luck in locating Master Democritus."

"I doubt they will. He's a cunning rat. I will... What was that?"

Hildegaard had her hand inside a fold of her pleated garment but withdrew it empty after a moment. "A disturbance in your slave quarters, my Lady. Though it seems to be over now."

Portia sighed. "Musa. Dorothea will have him beaten and I'll have to confirm it. Such a bother sometimes. You'll be ready to brief me on our guests this evening?"

"Of course, my Lady."

"Good. I'm going to go get this over with."



Musa was already secured to the pole when Portia appeared in the courtyard. Dorothea bowed to her.

"Musa struck Geraldus. I suspect Geraldus was baiting him. His face is going to be bruised by this evening so I sent him to work with the house-slaves preparing for the party. The last time Musa did this..."

"You said you have him beaten. Yes. I confirm your decision. No more than twenty strokes, though. What was Geraldus baiting Musa about?"

"I regret I don't know, my Lady. Demiessa was involved."

"Musa has always had more balls than he actually has and Geraldus has always had less. Did anything unusual happen this morning?"

"No, my Lady," Dorothea replied. "Nyssa was ill and I sent her back to bed. Berna and Iolos were sluggardly, so I put them to work cleaning the bathing area... Geraldus gave Jessiwe a piece of leather to chew on."

"She managed to bring him to climax last night," Portia said. "And you had Musa hold her down?"

A glance at Dorothea's face provided the answer to her question.

"So Geraldus was fighting over Jessiwe and Musa was fighting over Demiessa."

"Your pardon, my Lady, but Musa hardly needs an excuse to fight."

"Yes, he does tend to over-compensate. Interesting. Have Geraldus sent to my room during the party."

"Yes, my Lady."

 

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IC: Jessiwe's sleep was at first peaceful, lying upon her pallet at home in her lover's arms...then it turned to the raid times and the beatings and rapes from the slave traders, and her first master...she awoke in a cold sweat, screaming out for mercy and feeling her pearl's new jewellery throbbing painfully.

 

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Geraldus

Geraldus was escorted to the Lady's chamber by one of the guards. Despite being eunuchs to the man, the guards were all volunteers and devoted to Lady Portia. Geraldus felt safe around them, not the least because tormenting slaves was both against the Lady's rules and beneath the dignity of the guards. So the guard simply walked Geraldus to the Lady's room and then chained him to a ring in the floor near the entrance before leaving.

Geraldus looked around the room and spotted Jessiwe lying on the Lady's bed. His eyes wandered and wondered over her body; she had more scars than Musa, but they didn't affect the soft curves of her body. After a moment he saw that she had been chained to the bed in much the same way that he had been chained to the floor. I should expect that a newly ringed slave would be shown any particular kindness?

As he watched, she rolled slightly and the chain tugged at her new piercing, resisting her desires. He couldn't rise from his knees, or even roll over onto his side, but he'd quickly learned how to sleep in a kneeling position. He lowered his head to the floor, resting it on folded arms, and tried to get some sleep. Could be a long night, he mused.

Her screaming awoke him at the same time that it awakened her. "It's okay," he called out. "You're safe. You were just having a bad dream. Stop struggling against the chain!"

 

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Jessiwe heard a voice, "It's okay," he called out. "You're safe. You were just having a bad dream. Stop struggling against the chain!" she recognized the voice as Geraldus and looked over to see him chained to the floor beside the bed. Jessiwe panted a little, wiping the beads of sweat from her brow as she groggily remembered where she was and why her private areas were throbbing so. In her resistance to her nightmare's lash whips she had accidentally tugged against the real life chain attached to the ring in her clitoral hood and that was what had awakened her. She shivered and struggled but managed to prevent herself from vomiting yet again at the thought of the pain. She looked again over at Geraldus, if she reached out her hand all the way she could touch his head with her fingertips. She patted his soft curls and asked in a subdued tone, "Have you ever been whipped, Geraldus?" she had to admit she was still quite afraid of this punishment, remembering how it had almost cost her life before. "Do they whip slaves here?"

 

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Geraldus

"Disobedience has its due, a slave to owner must be true," Geraldus quoted in a monotone voice. "The black slave that held you down when you were ringed, Musa, they just gave him twenty strokes with the lash." Geraldus pointed to the livid purple bruise on his face. "For fighting. I thought he might go after one of the guards and get himself impaled, but he managed to control his temper."

Her fingers felt good and he felt himself getting hard, tightening the chain beneath him.

"So, yes, they whip slaves here. But only when we break big rules. It's much more likely that we'll get assigned to a cleaning detail or get a quick slap or a stroke of the switch."

He pointed to her body. "Are you going to be a bad slave?" The thought was unsettling. He couldn't afford to associate with someone who was going to get into trouble all the time. But no one else... Life is too damned complicated, he groused.

 

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"Are you going to be a bad slave?" he asked.

Jessiwe's eyes widened and she shook her head responding almost reflexively, "No. Never. No, I obey, always obey as much as I can...I just happen to know that in some places you can be whipped even when you are obedient, simply for the sound your voice makes when you scream." she pointed out her own scars, "I had a master who liked to see women in pain and loved to hear them plead for their lives...I...was young...stupid...proud...I nearly died."

 

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Geraldus

Geraldus shuddered at the thought of what life might be like in such a place.

"The Lady doesn't take pleasure in such things, though she and her servants will not hesitate to use pain as a corrective tool. She will also use pleasure as a reward, but our task is to serve her pleasure, not her ours."

"Very good, Geraldus," Portia commented as she swept into the room. "As you remember so much of your training you will assist Dorothea by instructing Jessiwe in the rules of the house. Dorothea has... high standards."

Geraldus shifted his body to face her and dropped his head to the ground. "Yes, my Lady."

He heard her footsteps pass by him, silken slippers whispering on the tile, and she sat on the bed.

"You're grovelling, Geraldus. Are you afraid I'll be mad you were baiting Musa?"

"Yes, my Lady."

"I am, a little. Musa is of no use to me while he's lying tied on the floor waiting for his back to heal. You cost me his service and yours on a night when I could have used that service. Look up at me."

Geraldus raised his eyes from the floor and saw her sitting on the bed, hand casually stroking Jessiwe. She made a small moue of distaste.

"You knew he would do that to you before you began baiting him?" she asked.

"Yes, my Lady."

"Yet you baited him anyway. Would you have done so if you knew you would share his punishment?"

Geraldus thought of Musa's bloody back and swallowed hard. "I think not, my Lady."

"Why did you bait him?"

"I was angry, my Lady."

"He gave our little Jessiwe a traditional welcome?" Portia asked.

Geraldus felt his eyes widen as shock swept through him. Portia laughed gaily.

"I grew up in this house, Geraldus. Did you really think the secrets and traditions of the bed-slaves were unknown to me? You're so very delightfully innocent sometimes, it's part of your charm. I know all about the traditional welcome, and while I'm not aware of every clandestine coupling I am aware that they occur on a daily basis. Is that what made Musa so mad? You flaunted Demiessa's lust for your cock in front of him?"

Geraldus nodded. "Yes, my Lady," he croaked. His throat and mouth were very dry.

"Naughty. Why did Musa's treatment of Jessiwe make you mad?"

Geraldus hesitated. He didn't want to discuss this but that wasn't an option, not after a direct question. Lying was an option, but not a good one. Breaking the code of silence would earn him no friends amongst his fellow slaves, but they would all tell the truth if asked directly. "It wasn't the welcome, my Lady. It was the ringing. He bragged that he made it appear Jessiwe had resisted so that she would receive no draught or salve."

"That is interesting, Geraldus, but it doesn't answer my question. Why did Musa's treatment of Jessiwe make you mad?"

"He's a bully, my Lady. He compensates for his tiny dick by bullying others. He bullied me when I arrived and I resent it. And Jessiwe..." he blushed and looked away. "She gave me a climax, my Lady."

"And you don't have many of those," she stated.

Geraldus nodded his head, not trusting his voice to reply.

"That's because, as you are aware, your duty is my pleasure. I don't object to you taking a little pleasure from your sisters, or giving it to them, so long as it does not interfere with your duty to me. I do object to having my slaves damaged and unavailable due to bickering."

The silence after her last statement stretched on for over a minute and Geraldus felt himself breaking into a sweat.

"Are you wondering how I am going to punish you, Geraldus?" Portia asked softly.

"Yes, my Lady," he whispered.

"Are you afraid?"

"Yes, my Lady."

"Look at me," she ordered.

He raised his eyes again and forced himself to meet her gaze.

"I'm going to make you wonder. I will punish you, eventually. I will consider the quality of your service in the meantime when I make my decision. Come to my bed."

 

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Portia

Portia turned her attention to Jessiwe as Geraldus unfastened his chain. She kissed the little female slave hungrily, sliding her tongue into Jessiwe's mouth to taste her. The feel of Geraldus' lips on her foot surprised her and she laughed softly, breaking off her kiss.

"A little fear does wonders for your demeanor, Geraldus."

The young man continued kissing up her leg, under the folds of her garment.

"And you, my lovely pet, have benefitted from observing this conversation. A clever girl like you should have no problem avoiding the pitfalls of misbehavior. I have no interest in punishing, though I'll admit that a little pain can be interesting."

She slid a hand between Jessiwe's legs and flicked the ring with a finger. "Pain and pleasure are two sides of the same coin. When you cause one it echoes within the other. This ring," she flicked it again, "is painful right now, but your body responds in much the same way as it would if you were receiving pleasure."

She easily slid two fingers inside Jessiwe's wet treasure and moved them in and out a couple of times. Then she withdrew them and brought the finger tips to her lips, delicately tasting them with her tongue. "So sweet," she breathed. "Taste," she ordered, extending her fingers to Jessiwe.

 

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Jessiwe tasted her own wetness on Portia's fingers, somewhat familiar with the taste of herself in her lover's kiss but it was a little different in concentrated form. She had to admit she was sweet and indeed quite wet. She locked eyes just for a second with Geraldus over Portia's shoulder before falling into another deep kiss with Lady Portia, tasting how delicious her mistress was and becoming hungry for more as she remembered what other parts of her tasted like as well.

 

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Shiro's Calling

Meanwhile, Shiro was adjusting to life as a stable boy and slowly learning the common ways as well as the common tongue. He had a favorite horse, a grey and black stallion named, 'Razor' and Castor's men allowed him time to ride Razor at the end of every day before brushing and cleaning him well and settling him in for the night. He slept most nights in the stables near the horses in order to best attend their needs and was complimented often on how well he cared for all of the horses there. Shiro enjoyed his work and loved the horses as if they were his own children.

 

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Geraldus

Geraldus kissed slowly up Portia's thigh; her musk grew stronger as he approached her sex and he guessed she had been aroused by something, or someone, at the party. He nuzzled her gently, lips and tongue teasing her. Though he'd bartered several bouts of sex for lessons from some of the other slaves, he knew he was no more than adequate at this. She'll let me start her but it's Jessiwe she'll have finish her, he thought.

Above him he could hear Jessiwe and Portia kissing and he felt Portia's hand pushing his head against her.

"Much better, Geraldus," Portia complimented him. "But you know what I want."

Geraldus nodded and climbed up on the bed, laying back against the pillows. Portia pulled her garment off and tossed it aside before climbing astride him. Facing away from him, she slowly lowered herself onto his cock.

"Aaahhhh, yesssss. Very nice," she whispered. She pulled Jessiwe to one of her breasts as she shifted subtly, settling herself upon Geraldus.

 

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Jessiwe nearly fell atop Geraldus as she was so forcefully pulled down. She placed her hand on the bed, just against the soft part of his flesh between his ribs and hip, she bent to suckle Portia's breasts but her hand was subtly rubbing circles on Geraldus's tender soft spot where they touched as well.

 

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Portia

Portia hummed softly in delight as she filled herself with Geraldus. That's so very nice, she thought. Geraldus was large enough to be just shy of painful. It was fortunate he was so large, because he wasn't particularly skilled; just big and young and eternally horny.

Fortunately, she thought as Jessiwe's mouth massaged her nipples, I have other resources. She lay back against Geraldus and pushed Jessiwe's head down between her thighs.

"Give me your best, my pet, and turn around so I can taste you."

She felt Geraldus' hands creeping up to her breasts and laughed deep in her throat. "If you pinch my nipples, Geraldus..." she warned him.

 

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Jessiwe faced the new challenge of pleasuring Lady Portia as she was filled with Geraldus's intimidating phallus, Jessiwe found their rhythm and, careful to not be too much in the way, began to suck and lick at the pleasure pearl only touching Geraldus on occasion as a purely accidental move from being in such close quarters, nonetheless, she could see from his facial expression that he did indeed feel it each time she touched him. She smiled at this power she wielded that apparently no one else held over him.

Meanwhile, she welcomed the soft feel of Portia's mouth on her moistened sex, she just hoped her Masteress would be gentle with her tender, still achingly throbbing new piercing. The first lick was pure electricity and sent a rippled thrill of pleasure bordering on pain it was so strong, straight through Jessiwe's entire body, head to toes. She gasped and moaned against the sex(s) she pleasured.

 

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Geraldus rocked gently beneath Portia as his hands carefully fondled her breasts. He lifted his mouth to the back of her neck, straining to reach her as she was lifting her head to gain access to Jessiwe. He was a little afraid of what she might do to punish him, but at the moment he was mostly aroused. He could feel Jessiwe's mouth occasionally making contact with him, and she seemed to be deliberately touching him with her hands. He wondered if he was going to cum again tonight and what the Lady would think of that. Since Eurebius and his red hot needles had worked on him he wasn't going to be able to get the Lady pregnant, but she was fastidious and might not appreciate his contribution. She might decide to really punish him.

Both Portia and Jessiwe were making muffled moaning noises and he thought he heard the occasional slap. He wondered, for a moment, if Jessiwe would moan like that when she was sucking him to an orgasm. Portia came then, loudly, screaming encouragement.

"Like that, my pet! Yes! Yes! Again! Ooooooohhhhhhh..."

Geraldus maintained his tempo throughout. She wouldn't be satisfied with just one, she never was.

 

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Jessiwe hurried to lap up the juices which spilled from Lady Portia, as the woman rocked against her mouth even then, obviously not satisfied to stop now. She would continue. Fine for Jessiwe since she had discovered Lady Portia had some talent with her own mouth as well and Jessiwe was enjoying the pleasurable release.

 

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Portia

Portia rode the wave of pleasure, seeking to hold on to the warm euphoria as another wave built. Geraldus was almost forgotten, a contentable presence that filled her, but it was Jessiwe that drove her wild. She delighted in the little slave's sweet taste as Jessiwe's tongue sent shuddering jolts of sensation through her body.

The second wave caught her unawares and ripped the breath from her body in unintelligible cries that filled the room, mingly with the heady scent of their sex. That one however, was nothing more than a prelude to the first, sensation so wonderful that her sight dimmed and she collapsed, her body torn between pleasure and a panicked desire to breath.

"It's okay," she dimly heard Geraldus telling Jessiwe. "You've given her more pleasure than her body can sustain. She'll be very pleased with you when she recovers. Just cuddle her now, hold her as you would wish to be held."

She felt herself being rolled onto her side, Geraldus still inside her, and Jessiwe was suddenly there to kiss her and stroke her hair and body with soft hands.

 

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Jessiwe cradled Lady Portia in her arms whispering assurances that all was well, humming a soft tune from her people as Geraldus continued his long, deep strokes within the woman between them.

 

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Geraldus

Geraldus slowed until he was merely resting inside of the Lady. Jessiwe was humming a tune he didn't know and holding Portia as she slowly returned to awareness.

"That was nicely done, my precious pet," Portia murmured, to Jessiwe Geraldus was certain. "You're a good pairing. I'll keep that in mind when I next want you. For now, though, my body is spent while my mind desires more. I think... yes. Withdraw from me, Geraldus."

"Yes, my Lady," Geraldus replied and did so.

"Your hands need more practice, and Jessiwe deserves a reward for her good service. On your knees, my pet."

Geraldus watched, puzzled, as Jessiwe obeyed the Lady.

"Enter her from behind, Geraldus."

"Yes, my Lady. Though I fear I might injure her." Geraldus knew the rules, question all you want, but do so while obeying. He crawled over behind Jessiwe.

Portia chuckled throatily. "Perhaps a little at first, but she's very wet. Do as I say."

Geraldus carefully positioned himself, placing the head of his cock against Jessiwe. They were both very slick and he slipped in more easily than he had thought he would. He pushed forward slowly but steadily, not wanting to painfully bottom out in her. Lady Portia slapped him on the ass.

"All the way, Geraldus. Our little Jessiwe can take you."

Apparently, Geraldus thought. He was surprised that a woman so tiny could; many of her larger sisters couldn't. He finally came to a rest, his abdomen against her ass.

"Good. Hold still."

Portia's hand dipped into the chest on the table beside her bed and then worked beneath Jessiwe. Geraldus felt a tug on his scrotum ring and heard a soft gasp from Jessiwe.

She's chained us together! he thought incredulously. He tried to move and found that even the slight motion caused Jessiwe pain.

"Yes, you'll learn a great deal from this, Geraldus. Your cock is marvelous, but you ignore other skills you should learn. You'll use your hands to give Jessiwe three orgasms, and I will watch. You may also learn that the line between pain and pleasure is very thin indeed."

She lay back on the pillows and made herself comfortable.

"You may begin," she said in a lazy voice.

 

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Jessiwe was loathe to admit how eager she actually was to feel what it must be like to have something as magnificent as Geraldus inside her. Although, she doubted very much he would fit without hurting her. But, to her surprise and delight she felt him spread her walls to their limit but not strain her beyond comfort. He felt really very good inside of her privates and she wanted to be taken by him wildly the second he entered her. Only, Lady Portia had other plans for them.

Jessiwe gasped with surprise and pain as she felt something get clipped to her new clit piercing...it was Geraldus's scrotum piercing...they were now chained together! Jessiwe silently prayed Geraldus wouldn't test the bounds of their confinement and cause her undue pain but he did, twice, and her wimpers finally caused him to still. He caressed her abdomen gently as if in silent apology for any pain he had caused, or would cause.

Lady Portia eyed them with a mischievous gleam in her eye as she lay back and watched the spectacle. "Yes, you'll learn a great deal from this, Geraldus. Your cock is marvelous, but you ignore other skills you should learn. You'll use your hands to give Jessiwe three orgasms, and I will watch. You may also learn that the line between pain and pleasure is very thin indeed."

Jessiwe sighed wearily, seeing no possible pleasure in this new task. It was simply another test for Portia's amusement. She was a puppet, a plaything, and her pain or shame did not matter to anyone but herself.

Geraldus shifted his weight and Jessiwe inhaled through her teeth, prepared for more pain again but he was more careful this time as he slid his hand down her abdomen to her throbbing pearl. Jessiwe bit her lip, a tear watering her eye as she prepared for loads more pain. She could sense him wincing too, his body felt tense against her as he fumbled with her sensitive nub, causing her to even cry out once, whispering apologies in her ear all the while. Jessiwe raised her tear-filled eyes to meet Portia's for just a moment in a silent plea for pity, but only long enough to see how very amused her Masteress was and then her gaze was back down to the duvet beneath her. Soon, Geraldus had found that she wasn't pained if he gently tapped at the spot just below her pearl and he began to work at the intricacies there sending new vibrations throughout Jessiwe's body, less like pain and more like pleasure. As her breathing changed and she moaned softly, he relaxed more against her and grew a little more confident to keep trying.

 

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Geraldus felt the panic rising in him as he discovered that even the slightest movement would cause pain for Jessiwe. He leaned in close to her, maximizing body contact to minimize movement, and slid his hand down between her thighs. He felt for her clitoris and found that it was covered by her hood, their rings pulling the flesh tightly over her nub. When Jessiwe whimpered he whispered "Sorry, sorry," into her ear and tried to massage her through the hood. Her soft cry of pain startled him and he apologized again, and again as his trembling fingers tried to find some way to bring her pleasure instead of pain.

His finger trembled against a spot beneath her and she sighed, a barely heard sound, but one that he grasped at. He tried tapping gently again and she seemed to relax a little beneath him. Ecstatic with relief he worked slowly at this, thanking the gods that her body had told him this was pleasureable.

Oh gods curse me, he suddenly thought, disgusted with himself.

"Jessiw... Sister, help me. Tell me what you need for your pleasure," he asked her.

Portia's laugh was like a bell, but it made Geraldus tremble again.

"You're a quick study, Geraldus. You learn the important lesson early on, though you really ought to have learned this lesson months ago. Pay attention to your lover and let her body, her mouth if she will, guide you. Keep on," she commanded.

"Yes, my Lady," Geraldus answered, his face flushed with shame and his hands shaking.

 

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"There, just there." said Jessiwe quickly, finding her voice. "Don't wander further." she said, not wanting a repeat of her previous pain. "Please be careful." she pleaded softly. Although, she could sense he was trying so very hard to do just that. She could feel moisture gathering at the small of her back from him sweating with nervousness. She realized he needed her help not just to figure out how to pleasure her but also not to panic. He was trying so hard to be careful. Jessiwe tried to stop thinking of her own suffering and imagined how it must feel for him to know he was responsible for her pain. It made her heart go out to him, his suffering was in some ways worse than hers. She relaxed more, a concentrated effort but she did it for his sake now, relaxing against his hand which was, indeed, beginning to make her body react with pleasure and she whispered encouragements, "Yes, that's it, ohhh, don't stop. You're doing well." she cooed.