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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?”