Amber's Enslavement Ch. 06

"Of course. I'd be honored to have you witness my pain/pleasure symbiosis. Even more so, if it'll help you with your training."

As the meal came to a close, Marlena asked Bressala, "Bres, can I borrow Amber this afternoon during our outside time? I want Stephon to have someone new to practice on."

"Of course."

"Practice, what practice?"

"Amber. What did you forget?"

"Mistress, I'm sorry. I forgot to use, 'Mistress.' Punishment?"

"Yes. Bend over my lap."

"Yes, Mistress," she muttered with a bit lip. She turned on the bench and laid herself over Bressala's lap. Tears were in her eyes before the slaps started.

Yolanda, sitting on the other side of Bressala, took Amber's hands in one of her own and stroked her hair. "It'll be okay."

Bressala slapped her hand against Amber's ass ten times, each blow three seconds after the previous. Afterwards, she felt between Amber's legs, finding plentiful moisture there.

Through her tears, Amber cried, "Mistress, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."

"Shh. There's nothing to forgive. It wasn't defiance, simply forgetfulness. The spanking was simply a reminder. It's done and forgotten."

"It's so…" Amber caught herself before she finished her thought with, "different." She continued to cry some, not in pain, for there hadn't been an overly large amount of that; but in, of all things, happiness. Bressala loved her. Amber was sure of that. Bressala didn't want to punish Amber and wasn't intentionally cruel like the trainers in Ravenshore. She was beginning to believe that she could very well come to want this slavery; this so different type of slavery. Right now she was resigned to it, but she could see herself becoming enamored with it and that no longer scared her.

Once Amber was herself again, the eight slaves worked their way to the bowl, as they called it. Amber remembered being here once before. This was the place Garth had demonstrated the near immunity that slaves had to physical injury. Other slaves were already there, most of these not being human. They seemed to be engaged in a variety of sexual activities. Following Bressala's instructions, Amber went to the left, following Marlena and her trainees.

"Luce, strap Carli onto the post and whip her with the number one whip until I tell you to stop. Use the arousal stroke I showed you."

"Yes, Mistress."

The two slaves went over to a post standing eight feet out of the ground. Carli's hands were bound above her. Amber noticed that the pain sticks weren't removed from either one. Once she was bound to the whipping post, Luce took a whip off a rack next to the post and started bringing the whip down on the bound slave.

The first few strokes had Carli tensing against the pain. Shortly, however, she let herself go and seemed to thrust her back against the strokes, seeking them out. Tears were streaming down her face, yet she didn't cry out. Softly, so that only Carli could hear, Luce whispered encouragement. "Feel the pain, accept the pain, crave the pain, revel in the pain. Let it flow through you, reach into you and pull the pleasure from you. You can do it, Carli."

While this was going on, Marlena instructed Amber, "Amber, we're going to bind you to the table here. Stephon needs to practice orgasm holding. You haven't been trained in keeping still in pleasure, so we're going to make sure you are. You're not in trouble and aren't being punished. Once Stephon starts, feel free to give voice to your pleasure and desires."

"Yes, Mistress."

Amber climbed onto the table and let herself be strapped down. Her hands were pulled above her head and her legs were bound open, with her feet against her ass, just like Bressala had lain that morning. She tugged against the bindings when they were done. She found that the restraints didn't frighten her at all. In the last few days, Amber had come to trust her fellow slaves. She wasn't sure why.

Once she was secured, Marlena tapped a timing stone several times and nodded to Stephon, who started licking Amber's legs; the area close to her cunt. Amber closed her eyes, letting the pleasurable feelings slowly build. When he let his tongue brush her pussy lips the first time, she hissed as an electric-like shock coursed through her. Involuntarily, her legs and arms tugged at her bindings. A whisper of, "More, please more," escaped her lips. Stephon obliged her with more gentle licks at her sex. As the arousal ran through her like a fire through dry brush, Amber tensed repeatedly, anticipating her orgasm.

The feeling built as Stephon put his training to good use. Slowly, yet steadily, Amber crept towards her climax. She could feel it just over the horizon and readied herself for the explosion of ecstasy that was to come. Panting heavily, she waited and waited…yet the orgasm never came. With alternating gentle and probing licks, Stephon held her at the edge of her cum. Amber was moaning uncontrollably as she fought against her bonds, trying desperately to reach her climax. Nothing worked; she hovered on the edge for seemingly forever.

"Please, let me cum. I need to cum."

Marlena leaned close to Amber's head. "Stephon has to hold you here, on the edge, for an hour."

"No, please, I can't take this that long. I'll go nuts."

"You can, dear. You don't have a choice either. But your orgasm will be out of this world when he gives it to you. Let the sensations wash over you; building to unbelievable levels."

"Please, please, no, let me cum."

Amber wept and pleaded ceaselessly for what wasn't to come her way as soon as she needed it. She strained against her bindings, sweat pouring off her body. Soon her cries and pleadings became incoherent as the strain of being on the cusp of cumming for so long had her unable to think straight. Throughout it all, Stephon licked with a gentle firmness that prevented Amber from culminating her arousal nor allowed it to ease in the slightest.

As the timing stone turned fully red and gave a little flash, Stephon looked to Marlena as he continued his frustrating ministrations. She shook her head slightly and leaned in close to Amber's head.

"Would you like to cum?"

"Yes! Please, anything, just let me cum!" she screamed.

Marlena nodded to Stephon and whispered, "Cum for us, Amber. Show us how much a slave you are and cum right now!" The last word was shouted and Stephon bit gently on Amber's clit, sending her to heaven on a rocket. Amber screamed and shook as her body was wracked by the strongest orgasm she'd ever felt. With her clit in his teeth, Stephon flicked his tongue against it like a feather duster against a dirty tabletop. Amber's orgasm went on, pushed beyond normal cums by the constant attention to her clit.

More than a minute passed before Stephon let Amber's clit go and started licking softly at her pussy lips. Amber's body started to ease out of the intensity to a milder level of pleasure as little aftershocks of orgasm swept through her. Her body twitched for several more minutes as Amber regained her senses. Her breathing began to slow again, her body no longer demanding massive amounts of oxygen.

"My God! What did you do to me?"

"One of the skills a slave must have is to be able to hold a Mistress, Master, or another slave at the edge of orgasm for a long time. When the climax finally comes, it can be extremely intense. Would you like to feel such an orgasm again, Amber?"

"Oh yes, Mistress. I'd do anything to fell such ecstasy again."

"I think that can be arranged. If memory serves, one of Gardina's slaves will be ready for testing in a few weeks. Edge testing requires the slave to hold someone on the edge for two hours."

"Oh God, Mistress. Two hours? Can anyone survive two hours of such torture?"

"Yes, though you will feel like you're being driven to death's door by the time you cum. In all likelihood, you'll pass out from the orgasm."

"What a way to go, Mistress."

"I think I said something like that after my first time. Let's get you untied. I think Bressala wants to take you back inside."

"Yes, Mistress."

Amber found her muscles to be very sore from the strain of constantly pulling against her bonds. She was taken to the bathing pools where she could soak in the hot water and let her muscles rest. Afterwards, she returned to their rooms and studied the anatomy scrolls for a while. Garth showed up while she was reading.

"Bressala, have Amber taken to Lord Inclon's quarters after the evening meal."

"Yes, Master."

"Master Garth? Have I done something wrong?"

"No, Amber. Lord Inclon simply wishes to see the slave who woke. You're an oddity, Amber, and Inclon prefers mysteries that are solved."

"He wants to know why I woke up, Master?"

"Exactly."

"But I don't know why I woke up."

"Tell me, Amber, do you still think slavery is evil?"

Amber bit her lip in embarrassment. "Master, I'd rather be free than a slave. I just would rather be alive than dead."

"Amber, you need to always answer the question you were asked. Again, do you still believe that slavery is evil?"

"Yes. No. I don't…I'm so confused. I don't know what I think any more."

In truth, Amber couldn't call what she was experiencing evil. She believed the Venturer when he'd said that every captive agreed to become a slave. She didn't know why she believed him, she simply did. Is it evil to enslave someone who agrees to be enslaved? Amber knew that she had accepted this slavery. Her past, her life before Destran, was a lie. House Grantlo had been honest with her every step of the way. Everything she'd been told was just what things really were. As much as she hated slavery in general (not surprising considering her past in Ravenshore), she couldn't hate these people and the place she found herself.

"This is why you're such a mystery. Not only were you so certain of things you had no reason to be certain of before your collaring, your certainty has changed after it. On top of this, you've done the impossible; you've woken from a collaring sleep. Amber, it pains us every time a slave sleeps at his or her collaring. If it's possible to waken them and save their lives, we want to know how. I'm certain that's part of what Lord Inclon is looking for."

"I…I'll try to help, Master. I just don't know what I'll be able to do."

"Leave that up to the Lord. Just be honest."

"Fat chance of that," Amber thought to herself. "They'll kill me if they learn that I remember everything. What am I going to do?"

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