Foreign Exchange (The Concubine Chronicles Book 1) (6 page)

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 small 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.

Another pat on Liera's cheek.  "I shall have to compliment Maash.  Once you are properly motivated, you are entirely serviceable.  Now, to remove the more cumbersome chains, and the ornaments, before they are damaged."

It didn't take long before all the gold was off, and Liera was left with her wrists and ankles manacled to each other, and fastened to hooks on the side of their bed.  There were carpets, anyway.

"You may put those in their place, Tsui," said Jalah, with a wave of her hand.  Tsui bent down, picked them up, and Liera watched her leave the room with a sway of her hips, gold and iron over her arm.

The carpets were thick and soft, but Liera  ached from the clips, and where the chains had pressed into her.  And she'd slept for a while in the cage, and while she wasn't held tightly in place, she couldn't turn around to get comfortable.  And there weren't any pillows, and she was used to sleeping with pillows.

Liera stayed awake for a long time, as the bedside lamps burned down, listening to the soft sounds of Jalah and the Krin sleeping, and thinking about what had been done to her over the day, and what she had done.

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It seemed like as soon as she'd fallen asleep, there was someone prodding her, trying to get her to wake up.  "Nm!" said Liera, curling into a ball.

There was a chuckle, and then a hand on her ear.  Which twisted it, hard.  "Dammit Maash!" said Liera, "I'm up!"

"Such manners," said Jalah.  "And that is not the person to whom you are speaking."

"Yes, lady," said Liera, trying to scramble to her feet, and rediscovering her manacles and falling over.  "Sorry, lady," she added, from a tangle of limbs.  Mornings.

Fortunately, Jalah seemed more amused than upset.  She unlocked the manacles, and Liera was able to stretch out for the first time since the last afternoon.  "Very comely," said Jalah.  "It does not detract from the punishment you have earned, but it is nonetheless pleasing to see."

Liera blushed, and Jalah patted her on her head.  "And a remarkably sound sleeper, for one who has not been given wine or poppy.  The Krin is already at his business, and your Maash shall be here soon.  You may bathe, and relieve yourself; you shall be constrained a good deal today, and it would be best if you did not soil yourself."

Liera really needed to use the toilet, and she was pretty sure she knew how to get to the bath from the bedchamber.  She stood, and Jalah gave an angry tsk.  "Piglet," she said, "you do not stand unless you are given permission.  If allowing you this liberty during your sleep leaves you this confused, there are measures which can be taken."

She'd been given a lot of instructions; Liera was legitimately unsure if that was something she'd been told.  It was something she knew, anyway.  She crawled naked through the house, past maids and manservants, who were putting the estate order for the coming day.  Some of them looked at her as she passed, made comments to each other, or snickered.  Most just ignored her, and concentrated on their work.

There were still aches and pains from what had been gone to her, and the bath was perfectly warm, and it was still morning, and she was really tired.  But not only would that get her in trouble with Jalah, Maash was coming over to see her.  She used the toilet, and then washed as quickly as she could while still getting clean, and headed back towards the bedroom.

She met Jalah in the hallway, who shook her head.  "Your hair is wet, piglet.  If you cannot be trusted to keep from dripping on the floors, there is a kennel in the gardens.  And now come with me—you shall be allowed to assist me in my bath."

It was nice to do something for Jalah; to wash her hair, and scrub her back, and . . . well, to touch her.  Jalah had been doing things to her, but Liera hadn't generally been allowed to touch.

"Lady," she said, cautiously.

"Mmm?" asked Jalah, leaning back in the bath as Liera combed her hair.

"May I please kiss you, Lady?"

Jalah laughed.  "Oh, you are an affectionate one.  Of course you may not.  Now, fetch my towel, and remain at my heel."

Liera bowed her head, then did as she was told.

Jalah didn't seem to feel the same urgency that Liera did about Maash's visit.  Maash was going to be here, and Liera was going to see her, and it was going to be weird and terrible and great.  She did her best to keep her excitement contained as Jalah dried herself, dressed, and then made her gradual way through the house to a couch in a sitting room.

As she sat there, and read, she twisted her hand in Liera's hair.  Jalah had very strong hands, and Liera winced at the pressure.  But she wasn't pulling her anywhere, just keeping her where she was; on her hands and knees, head up, just like usual.

Finally, one of the maids came over, and presented Jalah with a card.  "Ah!" she said, and her hand twisted in Liera's hair, twice, three times.  "Come along now, piglet.  Your lady is here."

Liera scurried as quickly as she could.  If it wasn't for Jalah's hand in her hair, she'd have gotten ahead of her.  As it was, it kept her crawling alongside, just like Jalah had intended.

When they reached the door, Maash was there, taking a cup of tea from one of the maids.  She was wearing a rigidly formal jacket, and her land-owner's cap, and she gave Liera a happy, wicked smile that made her blush.

"You may greet your lady, piglet," she said, letting go of her hair.

"Hi Maash," said Liera, half-hiding behind Jalah's leg.  Maash had seen her naked, of course, but this was different—there was a maid there, and Jalah, and she was doing things she was told, and—

"Tsk!" said Jalah.  "Maash, haven't you taught your girl anything about proper deportment!"

"Oh, but she's so lovely the way she is, Jalah," said Maash.  "And we're—"

"What you do in your own house is nobody's business, I'm sure," said Jalah primly.  "But if you are going to have her out in society, she must know what is expected of her.  Piglet, when you greet your lady, you kiss her foot, and put it atop your head."  She kicked her lightly.  "Go!"