The Amazon Queen

The Amazon Queen

by RiverOtter

Warning! Adult Content!

This story contains strong sexual content and is intended for mature audiences and is not suitable for minors.

This story is copyrighted © 2007 by RiverOtter. This story is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any real persons, living or dead, is unintended and purely coincidental. It may not be sold or redistributed for profit in any form. Archiving and posting online is permitted if the story is kept intact in its original form, and proper credit is given.

Sincere comments, feedback and criticism are welcome.

Characters are listed at the beginning of chapter 1.

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Chapter 13: The Matriarch

The twins were disappointed to be sent to bed early; one of them flashed Amber a jealous look. The Matron fed them and let them share a bed that night so that they could at least enjoy each other, for which they were grateful.

Amber dutifully brought plates of food to Sheila as the Matron ate, and refilled her wine glass whenever it was close to empty. She felt she could not serve her well enough. The dining room of the Matron's temple was larger and more ornate than any Amber had seen in the village before, accustomed as she was to the other Amazons' more spartan cabins. There was a candlelit chandelier and cabinets filled with polished ceramic dishes.

Even in the evening, people visited Sheila with questions and asked for her decision on all kinds of issues, from disputes to distributing property and tribute. Sheila spoke with a casual air of command, never raising her voice higher than she absolutely had to. Amber offered the guests food and drink, and was otherwise ignored. Rather than her usual feelings of humiliation at this kind of servitude, she felt oddly privileged to be there. The fact that Sheila never addressed her as she served was a sign that Amber was fulfilling her duties adequately.

Finally Sheila was finished and announced to her scribe, the man who was always writing on pieces of parchment, that she would receive no more visitors. Amber went with the Matron around the temple and help extinguish any remaining candles that were still lit. When all was dark and quiet, they retired to Sheila's bedroom. It was a large room, covered in lovely scarlet drapes, with modern-style dressers, cabinets and other furniture. Amber thought the Matron's style of living was not so different from that of her own homeland. In the center rested an ornately carved four-post bed with satin sheets and sumptuous looking coverlet. The room was lit by soft candlelight, giving it an inviting, feminine glow, and the pleasant aroma of incense filled the air.

Sheila sat at on a cushioned high-backed chair facing a tall mirror. The glass was straight and polished, with no blemishes, and must have been very expensive to make, Amber thought, in an age when even small hand mirrors were the prerogative of noblewomen. Without a word Amber was beckoned to her side. The lovely blonde stepped carefully, as if entranced, and knelt on the soft, carpeted floor. Sheila raised her leg up between Amber's breasts and gestured casually to her her boot. Amber understood what Sheila wanted; first, she kissed the tips of the boot submissively, with unfeigned affection, and unlaced it, removing it from Sheila's leg. She then removed the other one and the Matron stood up and stretched, enjoying the feel of the cool air against her bare legs. Amber kissed her bare feet and Sheila smiled at her. The Matron sat down again and held out her gloves, which Amber also removed, kissing the Matron's hands as she did so. The Matron stood up again.

“Now, unfasten my skirt,” she commanded.

Amber's heart fluttered inside. She stood behind Sheila and unfastened the leather skirt, letting it drop to the floor. The Matron then stripped out of her the thong and sash she wore beneath it, and removed her halter top. Amber could see her full, ripe breasts in the mirror, with their large, inviting nipples. She wanted to kiss and suckle them, but remained where she was, waiting to be commanded.

Sheila stretched out again. Amber saw the neatly trimmed triangle of hair above the Matron's pubis and blushed a little, despite her constant exposure to nude women by now.

“Now, that's more civilized,” said the Matron languidly.

She took Amber by the arm and brought her over to the foot of her bed. Amber noted the rings on the bedposts; there didn't seem to be a wall or column in the whole village a slave couldn't be chained to. Sheila raised Amber's arms, faced her away from the bed, and clipped her wrist restraints to the bedposts. Amber's legs were then stretched apart and similarly restrained. The blonde girl shivered with nervous excitement.

“You're trembling, dear,” said the Matron. “Surely, the worst is behind you, h'm?” Amber smiled bashfully. The Matron's dark hair was normally combed straight back, behind her ears, giving her a serious appearance, but she let it fall forward now. Her cheekbones were soft and rounded, and she looked wonderful when she smiled, Amber thought; if only she did so more often. She would have done anything for the Matron to smile at her the way she did now.

Sheila took Amber's chin in hand and lowered the slave girl's head to her breast. Amber took Sheila's nipple in her mouth, sucking greedily. The flesh felt warm and inviting. She moved her tongue around the nipple, feeling it quickly grow hard and straight. She felt like a child suckling her mother's bosom. Sheila closed her eyes and moaned softly. She cupped Amber's head and ran her fingers through her long golden hair.

“So beautiful,” she said with her smile. “You make me jealous.” She turned Amber's head to her other breast and the slave girl took the nipple between her teeth, biting ever so gently and rubbing it, sending ripples of pleasure through Sheila's body. After a little while Sheila put a finger under Amber's chin and turned her head up, and kissed her fully on the lips. Her tongue entered Amber's mouth aggressively, and she held the kiss for what seemed an eternity. Amber thought the Matron's lips were strong enough to suck the life out of her. As Sheila continued the powerful kiss she put her hand between Amber's legs and stroked her bald sex, rubbing and opening the vulnerable folds of her labia. Amber felt herself quickly growing very wet; her sex throbbed with anticipation of the older woman's touch.

Sheila drew back at last and went over to her dresser. Amber admired her athletic figure as she moved. Sheila came back with a cloth blindfold that she wrapped around Amber's eyes, tying it off behind her head. She teased Amber further, running her hands over her silky skin, fondling her breasts and lightly pinching her nipples. When Amber was sufficiently roused and responsive, Sheila went to get something else. Amber heard her coming close again, and suddenly felt a series of cold sharp prickles against her skin. The sensation moved up and down her torso, over her breasts and down to her sex. She shivered as goosebumps formed on her sensitive flesh. The prickling feeling continued to move down her thighs and back up to her bosom. It was as though a tiny wheel of small pins was being rolled against her skin. She whimpered ever so slightly as the pins pressed into her nipple.

Sheila had other things in store for her as well. Amber felt what she guessed to be a feather duster pressed against her bosom soon after the prickling stopped. The slave thrust her chest out, eager to languish in the soft, comforting warmth Sheila offered her. It seemed to smooth over the the memory of the pinpricks on her skin. She moaned softly, like a pampered pet, smiling as the feathers made their way all over her body.

When the pleasant softness of the feathers ceased, she heard Sheila open a chest and take something out. The next thing she knew was an intense feeling of cold; a block of something hard and intensely cold was pressing against her stomach. Amber gasped as the the warmth was sucked out of her. Ice, she thought. Why would the Matron waste such a delicacy on a poor slave girl like herself? She shuddered as the relentless cold sensation made its way up her body, inexorably moving to her exposed nipple. When Sheila moved the ice cube around the aureole of her breast, she shivered and squealed a little. It burned in its way.

“Wait until you feel this,” the Matron said slyly. Amber tried to remain stoic as the cold feeling made its way back down her body. It didn't stop at her waist, but kept going down, between her legs...

“Ah...ah...ah...” she moaned helplessly as the cruel block was plunged into her quivering sex. It seemed to have melted a little, but not much. The feeling was too much, and she quivered helplessly, trying in vain to bring her thighs together for additional warmth. Sheila cruelly held it in place, smiling wickedly at her helpless, blindfolded captive. Amber's bosom heaved with each ragged breath now. The air seemed to have been drawn out of her, as her tormented vagina cried out in her mind. She moaned even louder as Sheila moved the cube around, rubbing her clit. Finally, mercifully, the freezing block was withdrawn from her, leaving Amber panting and quivering.

As Amber tried to regain he composure, she felt something hard and narrow invading her numbed sex. A pair of tweezers suddenly moved to clamp down on her clitoris, gripping the sensitive flesh and rubbing it vigorously. She felt the Matron's hand rubbing the folds of her sensitive labia, and Amber's hips began to buck involuntarily. The intense feelings of her sex would soon overwhelm her. She inhaled more and more deeply with each breath, until she shuddered and moaned in a violent orgasm that washed away all other thoughts. Sheila caressed her captive's cheek as Amber tried to calm herself and bring her wild breathing under control.

“I can see why my daughter is so taken with you,” said the Matron.

Amber blushed as Sheila removed her blindfold and released her wrists and ankles, knowing she had made a spectacle of herself. The Matron took the trembling blonde to her bed, where they lay next to each other, and embraced her in a long, passionate kiss. Amber closed her eyes and threw her arms around Sheila's neck. She felt she was losing herself in this woman, and the Matron's kiss threatened to devour her.

Sheila produced a jar of scented oil and had Amber rub it on her back. Amber massaged the pleasant smelling substance against the Matron's shoulders and back, savoring the intimacy she felt with her. She kissed Sheila's skin, from her shoulders to her waist.

“Quite incorrigible, aren't we?”said the Matron.

Sheila sat up, opened Amber's legs, and overlapped her own with them. The two women lay at opposite end from one another now, legs entwined, as Sheila rubbed her pelvis against Amber's with powerful thrusts. Sheila held Amber's gaze with a low, seductive smile as she ground harder and harder against her. Amber reached out and tentatively fingered Sheila's hard, inviting nipples. Their moans began to coincide with one another as they rubbed their sexes against one another. Amber closed her eyes and leaned her head back as her chest heaved in increasingly deep breaths. Just when her moans reached their highest pitch, the Matron stopped and laid down, opening her legs.

“Pleasure me, girl,” she commanded. “I want to see what you can do with that tongue of yours.”

“Yes, Mistress,” said Amber, foregoing her own satisfaction in order to please the Matron. She bent down and buried her head in Sheila's pussy, tracing the folds of her labia, with her tongue, and pushing it deep inside her, moving it vigorously. She found the mound of Sheila's clit and held it between her own lips, rubbing it gently for the Matron's pleasure. Sheila closed her eyes and moaned in satisfaction. She held Amber's head down with one hand and rubbed the nipple of her breast with the other. Not long afterwards, Amber's efforts brought her to a climax, and her face winced in an expression that might have otherwise been mistaken for one of intense pain. As her breathing settled, she took Amber onto her and kissed her deeply, rubbing a pair of fingers against Amber's eager, moist sex. Amber sucked the older woman's wonderful breasts, savoring the taste of the smooth skin and jutting nipples. She kissed Sheila's mouth again, and her bosom heaved against the Matron's when she was finally brought to orgasm. She nuzzled her head against Sheila's neck to relax. She could feel the woman's heartbeat against her face. She loved the matriarch, she realized, though in a different way than she loved her Mistress, Keira. Keira was someone she was always trying to impress; Amber wanted the Amazon's attention and approval. With the Matron she simply felt overwhelmed, as though her own feelings didn't even count. She would have dome anything for her, and accepted any punishment.

They spent the night in each other's arms, with Amber's collar leashed to a ring in the bedpost as was customary for slaves, as if she would ever try to run away. She kissed the Matron's feet and gradually made her way up the Matron's firm legs to her sex, as Sheila encouraged her with a continuous tug on her leash. They both had several more orgasms that night.

Amber awoke with a start. She had spent the night in a deep, dreamless sleep, savoring the feel of the bed's silk sheets and of the warmth of the Matron's body. When she opened her eyes Sheila was already up and dressed.

“Get up, lazy one, or you'll get a spanking,” Sheila said in her customary soft, commanding tone. Amber tumbled out of the bed and knelt down at its foot, waiting for instructions. The Matron unclipped Amber's leash and directed her to make the bed. Amber obeyed wordlessly.

Sheila left the room for a moment and came back with her beautiful twin slave girls, Amanda and Jessica. They had passed the night making love to one another, but for them it was no substitute for the company of their beloved Mistress. The twins were a point of particular pride for Sheila; she had taken them in as young girls and trained them to be highly responsive sexually. They adored her, and made little effort to hide their jealous glares at Amber. They were a bit older than she was, in their early twenties, and were taller and more slender. Their wavy copper hair was combed neatly and fell just to their shoulders. They were not leashed as they followed Sheila in. Amber saw that they were both wearing strapons, with phalluses jutting provocatively from the crotch.

“You may have her for a little while,” said the Matron. “Then she has to go back.” The twins smiled and approached Amber eagerly. Amanda took Amber to the bed and lay down, pulling the blonde on top of her. Jessica knelt behind Amber. Amanda cupped Amber's head and kissed her, before lowering Amber's head to the phallus between her legs. Jessica held Amber's hips as the blonde slave took it in her mouth, moving her head back and forth as though sucking a man's cock. Jessica fingered Amber's sex, and smiled as it quickly grew wet.

“I think she's ready,” said Jessica to her twin. Amanda responded by bringing Amber's head up to her own and kissing her. The twins had wonderfully pert, pouting lips and Amber languished in the young woman's kiss. Beneath her, Amanda took hold of her phallus and slid it into Amber's sex, thrust upward vigorously. Amber began to heave her bosom and sigh; already she was aroused again, her long night with the Matron had only made her eager for more. Then, she felt Jessica fingering open her anus. She wondered what was happening when she felt the hard shaft of the dildo pushed inside her ass, filling her. She moaned with each breath now, as her lower body was filled and the twin slaves thrust the polished wooden cocks into each opening, stretching her. She bent her head and kissed Amanda's perky, jutting breasts. From behind her Jessica cupped Amber's own, squeezing and playing with the blonde slave's nipples. Amber breathed louder and louder, her eyes now squeezed shut. She had never experienced anything quite like this before. All her sensations were sexual. She could feel nothing but the dildos filling her inside, moving back and forth against her most sensitive areas, and saw nothing but Amanda's breasts when she opened her eyes. Jessica spanked her bottom roughly, and Amanda slapped Amber's breasts and pinched her nipples until she squealed.

Amber had two, maybe three orgasms before the twins were satisfied with her, and she wasn't entirely sure which of the wooden cocks had directly caused them. Sheila watched the whole display with a bemused smile. When she thought Amber had had enough she clapped her hands and the twins got up off the bed, removing the strapons they both wore. They took Amber downstairs to a kind of preparation room, where she had to stand in a tub of water as they scrubbed her down with soap and washed her hair. It took a long time to comb and dress, as it now came down well past her shoulders. When Amber was properly cleaned and set she was sent back to her own Mistress.

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Keira greeted Amber neutrally; whether she was angry with her slave or not she didn't show. Amber waited on her as Keira ate and cleaned up afterwards. Her Mistress was quiet and indifferent to her the whole time, which may or may not have boded well for her. Amber felt a terrible tension growing inside her. She had to know if she was still in Keira's good graces, and risked saying something aloud, even though she had not been spoken to. She knelt at Keira's feet and apologized for her clumsiness, which had caused the Matron to take her away for the night.

Keira took Amber's chin in hand and raised her head up.

“Listen Amber,” she said. “I need you to set a good example for Lydia. She's new, and she's nervous. She'll be looking at how you behave. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Keira kissed Amber's forehead. “Now clean the place up. I'm going hunting today.”

Amber kissed Keira's feet affectionately, grateful her Mistress was not too angry with her. When she left, Amber went upstairs where Lydia was already sweeping. Amber noted the fresh red stripes on the girl's back.

“Ar you all right?” Amber asked.

“Yes, thank you,” Lydia said. “Mistress Keira was training me last night. It wasn't too bad. Actually, I rather liked some of it. But I can't imagine what you went through,” she added. She hugged Amber, who was caught a little off guard, and then Lydia sat down on the bed. She looked down at the floor. “I don't know how to repay you,” the brunette slave said.

Amber sat next to her and put and arm around her. “It's all right, the Matron saw the whole thing.”

“She did?”

“She said she was granting you a reprieve this time. She must have decided you had already been punished too harshly recently, or something.”

“Oh,” said Lydia. “Well, that was kind of her.” She then felt the stripes on Amber's own back. “But she worked you over pretty good, didn't she? I wish I could make it up to you.”

“The punishment part was awful,” Amber admitted. “But that was over soon enough. I am curious as to what happened to you before, if you don't mind my asking.”

Lydia nodded. “I guess I can tell you,” she said. “When I first came to these islands I was purchased by a beautiful Amazon in Blackmount; she had a vicious temper. I couldn't do anything right; she punished me all the time, and kept saying how worthless I was. I felt awful, like I deserved it, and I was in horrible pain all the time. She didn't leave many marks, though—the Amazons can hurt you by touching pressure points or bending you certain ways; they all know how. So the Matron who inspected me never suspected anything. I was too terrified to complain.”

“That's awful,” said Amber. “Mistress Sheila made it pretty clear I had to tell her everything that happened to me, no matter what; even beg for mercy if I had to.”

“Yes, well, I finally did...one time I made a really trivial mistake, and my Mistress just lost it. She whipped me until my back was good and bleeding, and she didn't stop. She was in a rage. I thought she would kill me. Finally I put out my hand to stop her and begged for mercy, and she dislocated my finger as a punishment. Then she dragged me to the village Matriarch and said I broke my oath, and that I deserved to be killed. I wish I could say I was dignified, but...”

“I understand,” said Amber sympathetically.

“I pleaded my case and the Matriarch decided she had been too abusive—the bloody stripes on my back gave that away, I guess. She made her sell me, and I ended up here. I don't think that woman will be allowed to have another slave.”

“I have to admit,” said Amber, “I was jealous of you. I didn't want Keira spending time with someone else.”

“Really?” asked Lydia. “I can't compete with you; you're so beautiful. I just took it for granted that she would favor you, since you were here first anyway. I don't care if you get all the attention, I'm just happy to be safe.”

Amber embraced Lydia. “I'll be more friendly from now on,” she said. “And no one will hurt you with Keira to protect you; you'll see.”

“I won't forget what you did for me,” said Lydia sincerely.

“Let's finish cleaning, and I can show you around,” said Amber.

“I'd like that,” said her fellow slave.

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Timberwood was more open and spread out than the walled compound of Blackmount where Lydia had lived in before. She rather liked it; she had never been able to walk around so freely before in her time on the island of Lyria. Amber showed her the well, where they could fetch water if ordered, and the nearby spring and pond, where Amber sometimes relaxed. They also went to the village square with its shops and stalls.

“We can almost pretend we're shopping, can't we?” said Lydia with a smile. They picked wild berries together; Keira had shown Amber which were edible in her time there. Lydia was quite taken with Amber, and openly admired her beauty. Amber thought Lydia was quite pretty herself. They came back to the house and Amber made a lunch for them, sitting cross legged on the floor. Slaves did not eat at the table without permission; it was the kind of rule Natalie might have broken when her Mistress was away, but Amber tried hard to obey Keira even when she was absent.

Afterwards Amber showed Lydia Chandra's home, near the temple, where Belle was leashed outside. Her Mistress had gone away with Keira for most of the day. Lydia was fascinated with her. Belle lay on her side on the soft springy grass, enjoying the sun but was rather bored. The young ponytailed blonde was tethered to pole by a long lead. When she saw Amber she smiled and crawled over to greet her. They hugged.

“Nothing to do today?” asked Amber. Belle shook her head. She eyed Lydia nervously.

“Does she, um, enjoy this kind of thing?” asked Lydia. She noted the tail protruding from the girl's backbone and the way she had to walk on all fours.

“Well, if it's with someone she knows, yes; but not really in front of strangers,” said Amber.

“I suppose I wouldn't want to be seen like this either.” It must be terribly humiliating for the girl, she thought, to be reduced to a “pet” like this.

“Belle, this is Lydia,” said Amber. “She's very nice. If it's okay with you, we can play together for a while.” Belle nodded, grateful to have company. Amber picked up one of several colorful balls lying on the grass and rolled it away. Belle chased it down, scampering as far as her tether would allow, and rolled it back with her nose.

“Good girl,” said Amber. Belle laughed shyly, embarrassed but having fun. She chased the ball down a dew more times.

“Well, she's certainly cute,” said Lydia. “Come here, Belle.” The younger, ponytailed blonde crawled over to where Lydia sat cross legged. “Are you ticklish?” asked the brunette slave with a smile. Before Belle could back away Lydia gathered her in her arms and moved her fingers over her tummy. Belle tried to get away but she wasn't very strong. She laughed as loud as her raspy voice allowed and squirmed in Lydia's embrace, tears welling in her eyes. “I think that's a yes,” said Lydia. Lydia rolled the “pet” onto her back and Lydia put her head to the girl's stomach, vibrating her lips against her skin. Belle arched her back up, swaying side to side to escape this torment. Lydia let her get back up again.

“I'm sorry Belle,” she said. “I just thought you looked so adorable.” Belle's laughter subsided and she wiped a tear from her eye. She went up to Lydia and placed her mouth over the girl's breast, sucking her nipple.

“Ohh, that's nice,” said the brunette.

“I guess she likes you,” said Amber. She knelt next to Belle and stroked her head.

“Can we...?” asked Lydia, reaching her hand to feel the young “pet's” plump breast.

“Mistress Chandra doesn't mind if I keep her company...I think it's all right,” said Amber. Belle looked at Lydia and smiled seductively. She rolled over onto her back. Lydia crept forward and knelt over her, her moist sex over Belle's face. The pet slave licked her moist labia, kissing the folds of her pussy, and tongued the button of her clit, sucking it between hr own lips.

“Oh my...she's good,” said Lydia with a surprised laugh. She closed her eyes and bent forward, placing a hand on the ground to steady herself and rubbing her nipple with her other. “Ooohh...” she moaned softly, and licked her lips. Her breathing became a series of sharp gasps.

Amber saw the pink lips of Belle's own pussy, shaved but for a a few wisps of brownish gold hair above her crotch. Her lips were swelling now, and began to glisten with moisture. Amber knelt and placed her tongue in the wet folds of the pet's vagina, tasting the vaguely salty juice. She traced her tongue around Belle's clit and pushed three fingers into her welcoming sex. Belle climaxed after just a little while of this, and Lydia heaved in her orgasm soon after. She massaged Belle's breasts gently.

“Such a sweet girl,” she said.

They spent some time throwing the ball back and forth between the two of them,with Belle chasing it each time. They were sad to leave the lonely girl, but they had to return home soon. Keira returned with a couple of rabbits that they stewed for dinner.

Late that evening, Keira conducted a training session before retiring to bed. Both her slave girls had to walk back and forth across the room carrying wooden blocks in each hand, holding them steadily at shoulder's height, and one on their head for balance. Young noble born women sometimes did this to learn to move with fluidity and grace. Amber's own parents had never made her do this before, for which she was grateful. Nobles often used books for this sort of exercise, but those were hard to come by. The girls were supposed to move sensually and fluidly, although neither felt particularly sexy at that moment. If they did the blocks would balance perfectly. Lydia bit her lower lip nervously and looked up with her eyes, bending her knees a little to keep her balance. Keira tapped her bottom with her riding crop. Tentatively she stepped across the room, holding her breath and hoping she could make it. She walked a little too fast and the block slid off her. Keira smacked her backside several times until she placed the wooden board back on her head, and her Mistress put the other two back in her hands. She had to start over again.

“We can do this all night if we have to,” said Keira impatiently. After some time, and more than a few marks on their backs, the slave girls were able to make it across the room at least a couple of times without dropping their burdens. When Keira was satisfied for the time being, she put the blocks aside and took the girls to the hanging spreader bars. A second one now hung parallel to the first, and the slave girls were each chained to one by the wrists, facing one another. Their ankles were left free for the time being. Keira gagged them both.

The Mistress produced a now-familiar pair of small clamps. Amber whimpered a little through her gag, and Lydia looked nervous. Keira put the hated clamp on Amber's nipple, and stretched the chain across to Lydia, attaching the other end to hers. She took out a second pair of clamps and repeated the process. Both slave girls had to lean forward to avoid being stretched unbearably. Keira smiled wickedly and pulled the chain up at the middle, straining their poor nipples and eliciting a pathetic whimper from both helpless captives.

Keira took her cane and began walking around them, striking them each on the bottom, just hard enough to make them wince. She tapped their bottoms and thighs, and lectured them on the importance of good posture. When she brought the cane down hard on Amber's bottom, the blonde girl squealed and tossed her head back, which made the pull of the chain worse for both Lydia and herself. She realized she had to keep still to avoid aggravating her poor nipples.

“See what I mean?” said Keira. “If you don't stay still, it's going to hurt for you both.”

She next caned Lydia, who moaned and closed her eyes tightly, biting hard on her gag. Lydia tried to keep her composure, but it was hard. Keira caned each girl in succession, sometimes from the front, sometimes on the back. Fresh new stripes appeared over the fading ones Amber had received the previous night. Each time the girls were hit they couldn't help but move a little, if only out of reflex, and the tyrannical clamps tugged on them each time. Tears began to water in Lydia's eyes after Keira's cane made a long welt across her bottom.

After the slave girls had received a dozen stripes each, Keira went to her chest and pulled out something new. It looked like a long set of tweezers, or pincers. She brought the long, thin metal to Amber and placed the clamped ends under her sex. She felt for Amber's clit and squeezed it between the two small metal tongs, just enough to hold it suspended in place. Amber moaned nervously as the cold metal put a merciless, continuous pressure against the sensitive bud. Keira took another one and Amber watched her Mistress put a similar clamp on Lydia's sex. Worst of all, Keira took a thin chain and clipped the two clamps together, as she had with the other ones. Amber and Lydia had to push their hips forward a bit to relieve the pressure.

Satisfied with her handiwork, Keira took her flogger and began to smack the girls' backsides thoroughly with it. Most of the blows did not hurt excessively, but they still made the two helpless slaves rock back and forth, tugging on the cruel clamps that squeezed their most tender areas. Amber felt herself becoming very wet. She expected that by now; she was well aware that such pain and humiliation excited her, and she didn't mind at all if Keira noticed. She saw a tickle of moisture forming between Lydia's legs as well, although the girl looked very frightened. The blows of the flogger came slower and harder now. The pressure on Amber's clit and and breasts increased. She was very much aroused now; her sex throbbed in both pleasure and pain. She closed her eyes and eagerly awaited the next blow of the flogger. The hard slap was something like a caress to her. She breathed heavily, taking in all the sensations—the pressure on her nipples, the tugging of her wrists, and the pincer on her clit that made her move her legs involuntarily. She moaned each time she was hit, as though someone were making love to her. Keira swung the flogger downwards, upwards, or spun it to the side as she wished. Lydia trembled, trying to hold still as it struck her back, bottom, breasts and thighs. The blows to her breasts were particularly cruel for her.

Keira put an arm on Lydia's shoulder. She brought her head close to Lydia's and spoke softly in her ear.

“You see Amber?” she whispered. Lydia nodded. In front of her the blonde slave's eyes were closed in some kind of reverie.

“She's enjoying this, isn't she?” Keira asked, and again Lydia nodded. “That's what you need to do. Just let it all go. Focus on the feeling.” Lydia nodded a third time. Amber could probably hear, but she didn't show it. She was in her own world now. Keira felt between the brunette's legs. “You're wet, dear,” she said with a smile. Lydia blushed and closed her eyes. “No need to be ashamed,” said her Mistress. “You're coming along very nicely.”

Lydia tensed and remained stoic as Keira continued to administer blows with her flogger. Amber sighed and rolled her head to the side, savoring each sting even as it hurt her a little. Finally, Keira was satisfied. Removing the clamps caused almost as much pain as putting them on, as the blood suddenly rushed back the skin that had been pinched. When the clamps were taken away from the girls' legs they squealed and lifted their knees reflexively. It hurt just as much to have her nipple clamps removed, but Lydia was grateful to have them off when the throbbing subsided. Her nipples seemed unusually sensitive for the next hour or so.

Keira took two separate lengths of chain and clipped each girl's collar to a bedpost. Amber was excited to know she would be with her Mistress that night. First, Keira directed the two girls to make love to each other. Amber sat across from Lydia and pushed her sex against the more nervous girl's. The blonde slave girl was already very aroused and licked her lips sensuously, moaning contentedly as her first orgasm washed over her. She moved to Lydia and sucked her breasts, rubbing the other girl's sex vigorously by hand. Eventually Lydia, too, climaxed. Satisfied that her slaves were well warmed up, Keira disrobed and lay down between them. Each slave girl sucked at one Keira's breasts. The Mistress stroked their heads affectionately. Owning two slaves, for all the work involved, definitely had it advantages.

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