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CHAPTER 33: SUPPRESSION
The week passed in a blur for Mariah. Each day Mistress Dominique called her up. Each day at Mistress Dominique's command Mariah chose two slaves, one for Mariah to whip and one to pleasure her while she did it. Mariah tried to make her choices randomly, but nevertheless the other slaves avoided her, even avoided eye contact with her. During the act Mariah focused on coming as quickly as she could, on inflicting as little pain as possible.
When at last Mistress Dominique had her choose only one slave, she was prepared. She sent each groan from the girl straight to her cunt, imagined that the girl had her mouth on her, that her groans were vibrating her. She was so deep in concentration -- on the whip, on Serena's cries, on the sensations radiating, expanding, dizzying, from her center -- that she did not even notice when Mistress Dominique told her to stop, not until Mistress Dominique touched her, which was enough to make Mariah explode.
Mistress Dominique nodded in satisfaction. "Very good," she said. "I knew you had it in you."
* * *
Rose's limbs felt too heavy to move, and her eyes would not open. When at last, with huge effort, she forced her eyelids apart, it was dark in the room. Still night. She could go back to sleep.
She heard voices through the window, and realized that was what had woken her. Master Gabriel and Master Animal. They were arguing. "You've got to protect her," Master Gabriel said deeply, angrily. "You owe her that."
And Master Animal said, sounding reasonable but not quite calm, "If I stopped sending her out, babysat her every minute like you've got us doing for Mariah, I would need another slave to do what she does now. And that one would be no more safe, and you'd tell me I'd have to protect her too. And in the meantime I'd have no paints and none of us would eat."
There was a silence until Gabriel said, strained, "Send Mariah with her, then. They can look after each other."
Now Master Animal's voice rose louder. "No!" he said. "Trouble might find Rose from time to time, but Mariah looks for it. Rose is a lot safer on her own than if Mariah were with her."
There was a thud against the wall, as if something had hit it. Master Gabriel's voice, insistent: "You must find a way so she's not in fear all the time." Perhaps they walked away from the window then, because the next morning Rose could not remember if Master Animal replied.
* * *
After, Mariah stayed to herself. Mistress Dominique never again took any particular interest in her. Mariah did what was necessary to avoid incurring punishment, but the tasks she was being taught bored her until she thought she would go mad.
On the occasions when she was sent out into the mansion she took the lead in encouraging her group to take shortcuts, to go outside, to test the limits of what they could get away with. But she never exchanged smiles with the other slaves, and she felt no joy in it. She concentrated on memorizing every hallway, every path. And if one of her group tried to catch her eye, to include her in the contained exuberance of breaking rules, she would look away, stone-faced.
When her need became great she would choose someone to have sex with. Always newer arrivals, too new to have witnessed her shame, although she was sure they had heard talk of it. She did the act efficiently, enough to fulfill her physical imperative but not make her care, or let on that she noticed, who she was doing it with. Sometimes, after, if the person was especially new, he might follow her around with puppy dog looks for a few days. Mariah remembered how she had done the same with Taejon. Then she remembered how that ended, and made no effort to summon his initial kindness.
One evening, Mariah looked around the room to choose a partner, and she realized that she had been in the training center longer than anyone else. Even Taejon had been sent on. Her turn would surely come soon. She allowed herself to feel the faintest glimmer of hope at the prospect, but quickly stuffed it down.
* * *
When Rose woke up in the morning she was alone in the bed. She sat up, her heart pounding, and threw off the covers. Then she remembered, Master Animal had told her to drink Master Gabriel's tea. He knew it would make her sleep.
She felt the space in the bed next to where she had lain. It was warm. Master Animal had not been up for long, then.
Cautiously she opened the bedroom door. Master Animal was sitting on the couch, scribbling in his sketchbook with an orange colored pencil, one side of his mouth curled in frustration. His other pencils spilled on the coffee table in front of him.
He looked up when Rose came out. His face relaxed. "Hi," he said softly. For some reason the greeting made Rose blush. Master Animal rarely allowed himself to be distracted from his work by her.
When Animal did not look back down to his sketchbook, Rose faltered, "Master, forgive me for . . . "
Master Animal interrupted her with his crooked smile. "Hush," he said. He pointed with his pencil at a couple of jars on the table. "Gabriel gave me some salves last night for your injuries."
"Th . . . Thank you, Master," Rose said, and she walked over to take them.
But when she reached for them Animal stopped her, putting his hand on her wrist. "I'll do it," he said, and he was looking at Rose with an odd, intent look that made her heart pound hard. He gestured for Rose to sit next to him on the sofa. "Lean back," he said, softly.
As Rose complied, he unscrewed the first jar. "Arnica," he said. He dipped the his fingers into the cream, and rubbed it onto her breast. Rose gasped with the coldness of it. But Master Animal was being gentle, so gentle, and slow. Without putting any pressure on her bruises, he spread the salve all around, so softly massaging her. When Rose realized that he was going to do the same to the other breast, her pussy leapt awake. And then his hand was there, slow and gentle. "I've always loved the color of your nipples," he said.
"Master, I haven't satisfied you in so long . . ." Rose said.
"I know," Animal answered. "It's been two and a half days." He continued to rub the salve in, then massaged both of her breasts once.
"Master, let me, now," Rose said.
Animal didn't stop, but he shook his head and smiled a little. "No," he said. "You know I only fuck at night." He brushed his thumbs across Rose's nipples, and her pussy gushed.
"Without discipline, I would lay around in bed with you all day, and never get anything done." Rose closed her eyes, the sensation overwhelming her. Animal continued to rub her breasts. And he continued to speak, softly. "This wasn't the first time you didn't satisfy me, you know."
Rose opened her eyes and tried to sit up, but Animal didn't lift his hands off her breasts. She said, "The first night Master Gabriel came."
Animal nodded. "I had forgotten that. I was thinking of the time before that."
Rose blushed crimson. "My first night with you, Master," she said.
Animal nodded again. "You were so tired, and so scared. Too scared to rest. Yet so responsive." He looked her in the eye as he cupped her breasts, still gentle. "Do you remember what I did?"
Rose's mouth was dry. Hoarsely she said, "You ate me until I fell asleep."
"You came and came," Animal said. His hands slowed on her breasts, his eyes far away. "You made these amazing sounds when you did, nothing I expected from you."
He finally took his hands off her breasts, and wiped them on his pants. He picked up the other jar. "Comfrey," he said. "Lie across my lap."
There was a wet spot on the sofa under Rose. She couldn't remember her cunt ever dripping like this. She would have to clean it up. Then Animal was tugging on her and laying her across him, in a position she had only even been in to be spanked. But Master Animal was a pansy. He wouldn't spank her.
Instead he traced the whipslashes with his finger, leaving the comfrey tincture there. The marks were not deep; she hadn't even bled from them. Master Animal's touch was electrifying. Rose couldn't help it. She wriggled, trying to invite more contact. But Master Animal acted as if he did not notice, although Rose could feel his hard cock pressing into her stomach. When she tried to rub against it, Master Animal rearranged her so there was no direct contact. He was tracing next to her wounds now, where there was no pain.
He said, "That first day, I couldn't wait to come back here, to plow into you. I thought about you all day, about what it would be like to be inside you." He moved his hand so it was resting on the bottom of her ass. "And it was even better than I thought. You were so smooth, so giving. You came for me so easily."
"Master," Rose begged. "Please, let me do that for you now. Let me please you."
Master Animal seemed to be considering her request. But just then the door from the courtyard opened, and Gabriel and Mariah walked in. Gabriel started and backed away, almost stepping on Mariah. Animal stood up in a hurry. "Breakfast is late," he said hoarsely. "That tea you gave Rose made her oversleep." But he helped Rose up and whispered in her ear, "Tonight."
* * *
Mariah stood in Mistress Dominique's office, feet shoulder width apart, hands at her side, back straight, eyes down. She heard Mistress Dominique sigh. "You may look at me," she said. Mariah raised her head obediently.
Mistress Dominique's fingertips were pressed together as she contemplated the slave girl. She presented well-enough. Pretty enough. Dark hair, green eyes, a little on the tall side but not excessively so. Shapely but not spectacular. Certainly well-groomed; Mistress Dominique would tolerate no less.
And she did her tasks well enough. Her food never burned and was never undercooked, and she remembered recipes easily. She could clean; and she could be sent into the mansion with no fear of becoming lost, and not much fear of being stopped on the way.
Her torso was marked from a recent punishment. Mistress Dominique couldn't recall what is was for, but she was sure it was nothing too serious. Mariah was well-behaved and generally obedient.
And yet . . . There was something about the girl that worried her. What was it Corinne had said? That she was entirely unnatural, that was it.
And maybe she was. Goodness knows, she had tried to help the girl, teaching her to use the whip, to feel mastery over her fellow slaves. The depth of the girl's resistance was remarkable, really. Oh, Dominique had won in the end, that was inevitable. The slave would feel pleasure on inflicting pain for the rest of her life. But Mistress Dominique knew, somehow, that she would never choose to.
Well, it was time for Mariah to move on, and then she would be someone else's problem.
"You're new owners will be here in an hour to pick you up," Mistress Dominique said. "You may say your goodbyes."
At first Mariah didn't understand what Mistress Dominique meant. Say her goodbyes to who? But then she realized -- some slaves, on leaving the center, had made friends who they would miss. Some even coupled up, which to Mariah seemed simply foolish.
"Thank you, Mistress," she said, and turned to go.
But her mistress called her back. "It's a good placement," she said, almost kindly. "It could last a long time, if you behave. Make the most of it."
"Thank you, Mistress," Mariah said again, and waited, eyes down, until her mistress dismissed her. Once again that flaring of hope, quickly suppressed.
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