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Amber's Enslavement Ch. 01

By: dweaver999





Amber's Enslavement Ch. 01



"Move her on to symbiosis training. It may be that she's actually experiencing pain after 20 minutes and that's causing the loss of control. She may need to be able to experience the pain as pleasure to hold off her orgasm."

Marlena looked thoughtful. "I hadn't thought of that. It should also help Carli to not be alone in her symbiosis training." She turned to Luce. "We'll start you off slow today, but expect intensity tomorrow. I intend for you to share in Carli's pain while she's with us."

"Yes Mistress. Will this help?"

"It can't hurt, at least not much," she replied with a grin.

Garth left and returned to Bresalla's quarters to give her the news.





Amber's Enslavement Ch. 01



"Oh my God! Is it always like that?"

"Yes, very much so. Fixative day is a very popular day in the house."

"God! I'm a mess. Do I get to wash before Garth takes me anywhere else?"

"I think so. Why do you keep saying, 'God?' Do you have only one on your world?"

"I don't know. It's just how I think. How many Gods are there?"

"I know of 17 and there may be more."

Garth and H'Renith walked back in. Garth took Amber down from the chains and refastened the cuffs behind her back. The leash was reattached.

"Come along Amber. We need to clean you up and continue with your orientation."

A motion of the leash started Amber walking. There was much to show her and little of today's events would be pleasant or enjoyable for her.

Thanks to D. for another great editing job. I want to hear what my readers think, so please send me your feedback.



Amber's Enslavement Ch. 02



Chapter 2

Pain and Pleasure

Garth guided Amber through more corridors. They looked the same to her and she wondered how he knew where to go. At one of the curtain covered doorways, he gave a light jerk on the chain to have her stop. He stuck his head into the room.

"Aurora, come with me."

"Yes, Master."

The owner of the musical voice exited the room. Amber looked at her and started to back up in shock. Amber's hands tugged at the cuffs as she tried to bring her hands to her mouth. Aurora wasn't human! The first thing Amber noticed was that Aurora's eyes had vertical slits for pupils. Her ears, while located on the sides of her head just as Amber's were, extended to points above her head. A wave of nausea hit Amber as the two ears swiveled independently from each other.

"What do you wish of me, Master?" Aurora's speech was almost like listening to music. For the first time, Amber was aware that the words she heard and the sounds that were being produced by the slave in front of her did not match. Her mouth did not have teeth, it had fangs.

"This is our new captive, Amber. Take her to the baths and clean her. When you finish, bring her to the testing grounds."

As he spoke, Garth handed the leash to Aurora. Amber noticed, as she watch in horror at the passing of the leash, that Aurora's hand, and the rest of her body, were covered in a fine layer of fur. From a distance, the fur was not noticeable.

"Garth, no, please don't!"

"Amber! You will go with Aurora to be bathed."

"She's not human!"

"No, she's not. What has that to do with anything?"

"But she'll…she'll…"

"She'll clean you off. You're not in any danger. Any more resistance and she'll simply drag you to the baths."

With that, Garth turned and walked away. Amber couldn't know it, but Aurora was part of her orientation. Few dimensions, certainly not Amber's home world, had more than one intelligent race. Slaves were taken from a large number of worlds and some were not human. Even without memories, that instinctive terror of the unknown manifested itself when a slave encountered another race for the first time. It was best to get the shock over before the captive became a slave.

"Do I frighten you, Amber?"

Amber pulled away, nodding her head. The short leash kept her from putting much distance between her and the alien creature holding her leash.

"I know how you feel. I was terrified when I awakened. There was no one who looked like me. I found that we're very much alike. We're all slaves and have no memories. I won't hurt you, Amber. Even if I was a violent person, if I did do something to you, I would be punished severely."

"I…I can't help it. I'm terrified and it won't go away. I'm sorry."

"It'll be alright. Being scared is not a problem, it's what you do when scared that could be a problem. You do realize that I will have to touch you to bathe you?"

Amber nodded.

"Just don't try to run or lash out."

"Okay."

"It's this way."

Amber found herself calming a bit as they walked. Aurora still frightened her, but the panic had faded. Just knowing they had something in common eased the panic. As she walked, following the slight movements of the leash, Amber tried to place why Aurora frightened her so much. She resented her lost memories. The fear was so visceral that it had to be in response to another memory that her body recalled, but her mind didn't. What Amber was able to figure out was that Aurora felt predatory.

The baths were strange. The room had several holes in the ground with steps descending into them. There was no water to be found anywhere. The room was warmer than the rest of the complex, warm enough that Amber started to perspire. In one corner of her mind, she noted that Aurora did not sweat, but was starting to breathe a little heavier.

"Where's the water?"

"It comes when it's needed. Do you see the colors in the pools?"

Amber thought it strange to call empty holes pools, but did notice that they were tiled with three different colors of ceramic. "Yes, blue, red and yellow."

"The colors tell you what type of water will fill them. The blue will fill with clear water. We use that to rinse after cleaning. The red will fill with soapy water for cleaning, of course. The yellow pools fill with oil. You'll be told if you need to oil yourself. Now, for me, the water is somewhat cool, but your body is colder than mine, so I expect it will be warm to you, possibly a little hot."

"How did you know that I'm colder than you?"

"I can see heat on objects, especially if they're warmer or colder than the air around them. It looks like a rippling in the air around you. Move into the red pool."

Amber walked down the steps leading into the hole. Shortly after she had stepped down, the sides of the hole became damp and water started to fill the pool. It reminded her of the sink in the room where she woke up. The water was, indeed, very warm, though not uncomfortable. Amber could feel the soapy film on her skin. Aurora walked into the pool as well and Amber's panic started to rise.

"I won't hurt you."

"I can't help it. You being close to me makes me panic. I feel like you're hunting me."

Aurora knew that was a common reaction to her presence in new captives. The water continued to fill the pool as Aurora held her hand up.

"Look at my hand."

When Amber was looking, Aurora flexed the muscles in her fingers and the retractable claws slid out of their sheathes. Amber's eyes went wide. The claws stayed out.

"I'm not surprised at how you feel. Look at me. I can see body heat, even through thin walls. I have lethal weapons in my hands that can never be taken away. I can sprint faster than a Grachin. I have fangs, not teeth such as yours. I can identify a scent that's a week old. While I have no memories, I have no doubt that my race is a race of predators, hunters, and meat eaters. I don't believe it's a coincidence that I'm the only slave of my kind here. I suspect I worry the Masters."

"Is this supposed to reassure me?"

"No, this is."

Aurora swung her hand back and lashed its claws towards Amber's face. The terrified girl screamed, only to see Aurora crumple and collapse into the water, seemingly asleep. It took quite a few seconds before the feline woman woke and stood back up.

"What happened?"

"My collar won't let me use my claws on anyone. The same goes for my teeth. When I try to hurt someone, it puts me to sleep. If I were to keep trying, it would keep me asleep for longer periods of time until I simply didn't waken. When I say I won't hurt you, it's because I can't."

"That's horrible! How could you defend yourself if you were attacked?"

"I can't. Slaves aren't attacked, we're too valuable and everyone knows that we won't take any action against a Master."

"So I could kick you to death and you would either have to let me or sleep to death?" When Aurora nodded, Amber looked disgusted. "That is so wrong."

The water was up to their breasts and had stopped filling. Amber and Aurora stared at one another for a minute. Amber took a breath and stepped closer to Aurora. She could feel her heart racing.

"Touch me."

Aurora smiled and ran her hands along Amber's arms. Amber shivered and made a whimpering sound. The cat woman simply rubbed Amber's arms repeatedly, letting her grow used to the feel of the fur clad fingers on her skin. Amber could swear that Aurora was purring.

"You're very brave."

"No I'm not, I'm scared spitless. I'm a coward"

"Being scared doesn't make you a coward. You're letting me wash you in spite of your fear. Not everyone does."

"If you say so."

"I have to start cleaning you now. You're going to feel a hunter's hands all over your body. They will not hurt you."

Amber nodded; her lower lip between her teeth. Aurora rubbed the soapy water all over Amber's body, washing the sweat and sexual fluids from her. Her hair was cleaned as well, Aurora having Amber dunk herself to get her hair wet. Soon, the surface of the water was covered in suds created by the agitation their movements were creating. The last place cleaned was between Amber's legs. When Aurora's finger caressed Amber's pussy lips, Amber gasped and started to plead with Aurora.

"Please don't, don't play with me."

"Don't you like sex?"

"I do, too much. Everything feels too strong."

Aurora continued to brush Amber's pussy with her fingers. The light strokes coaxed gasp after gasp from the captive. Amber couldn't help but thrust her hips against Aurora's hand.

"Tell me that you don't like what I'm doing."

"Oh God! I do like it. I like it too much. There's something wrong."

"There's nothing wrong with feeling pleasure."

"Please, I don't want to be a slave. You're going to make me want it anyway."

As Amber clutched herself to Aurora's body, humping the fingers at the entrance to her cunt, Aurora smiled, thinking, "That's the point, dear one." Lost in her passion, Amber's will to resist vanished and she allowed Aurora to drive her onward towards ecstasy. Pulses of sensation swept through her body, emanating from her pussy like bolts of lightning. The talented slave coaxed Amber's orgasm out and held it there, rocking her body again and again, until Amber was sagging against Aurora, unable to stand on her own.

Amber clutched the fur covered woman panting from the exertion of cumming for so long, yet another thing that just felt wrong. Tears leaked from her eyes as she felt her will to remain free weaken a little bit. "Is it always like that, so good, so intoxicating?"

"Yes it is. Would you like more?"

Like a shot, Amber pulled away. "No! Please no, I want to be free. Don't do this to me."

"Didn't you enjoy that?"

"That's the problem, I did. Every time I receive pleasure from one of you, some of my resistance fades. Don't you get it? I don't want to be a slave! Even if I want it, I don't want to be a slave. I may not remember anything, but I know there's something wrong with me. The sex is too intense, the orgasms too great, too tempting. If I give in, I'll stop being me."

Amber could see the look of confusion on Aurora's face. It was as if she had never seen anyone fight against the pleasure or retreat from the sexual ecstasy that could be had. Aurora had been cleaning captives after the fixative treatment for years and this was the first one that had not begged her for more of those wonderful caresses her hands could provide.

"Come," Aurora instructed, "we need to rinse you and return you to the Master."

Amber was led to one of the blue rimmed pools. The soapy water in the pool they left drained away, even though there was no visible drain. The blue pool started to fill with water, this time even warmer than the water in the other pool. Aurora rinsed Amber's body, refraining from initiating any sexual touch as the soap was removed from her skin. The soap film seemed to flow towards the edge of the pool where it disappeared, even though there wasn't a noticeable flow in the water itself.

Once out of the rinsing pool, Aurora used a brush to clear the tangles from Amber's hair. Amber recognized yet another enchantment as the brush dried the hair that flowed through it. The water on her body seemed to evaporate very quickly. In short order, Amber was clean and dry.

"Come along, Amber. I should return you to the Master."

Leading the way, Amber was guided through the halls until they reached the first solid door Amber had seen in the complex. There was no handle visible and, in fact, the only sign that it was a door was when it opened at Aurora's touch. Looking closer, she noticed that the spot where Aurora touched was a different color. Moving through the door, she stopped, noticing the light. She was outside.

The first thought Amber had was that there were too many suns. The color of the sky was wrong as well. Against the light green canopy blazed a bright blue sun. To the left of that one was another, much smaller, red sun. Several trees grew in the courtyard beyond the door. Amber found herself focusing on those familiar spots of greenery. There were several men and women in the courtyard as well. Amber couldn't tell what they were doing at this distance. Aurora indicated that Amber should head to the left with a light jerk in the leash. Turning that way, she saw Garth observing two women.

When they were closer, Amber felt herself becoming embarrassed. One was laying back, her hands grasping a pole behind her. The other was knelt between the legs of the first; her head flush against her pussy. Amber could now tell that the kneeling woman was licking at the pussy of the reclined one. The moans of pleasure coming from the first woman caused Amber's cunt to moisten. It took very little time before Amber was thoroughly wet.

Aurora waited quietly while the activity continued. Amber found herself unable to tear her eyes away from the tableau in front of her. She felt a slight quivering between her legs, the beginnings of arousal. So engrossed was she in the sex taking place in front of her, Amber did not notice that Garth was holding a small, smooth rock in his hand. The flat surface of the stone was partially shaded in a red hue, a hue that was advancing steadily.

No one spoke while the tryst was taking place, save for the moans and small cries of the woman being pleasured. Amber detected an increasing note of desperation in her voice, a pleading without words for something. It was only then that she realized that the girl's cunt had been licked at for several minutes and she had been on the verge of an orgasm the entire time. The girl licking seemed to be holding the other girl short of climax.

"Very good, Milan, a full 20 minutes. You may take Bethela over."

Amber looked at Garth, seeing the smile on his face as he spoke. The scream snapped her head back to the couple. Bethela, she assumed, had arched her back and was clearly in the throes of an intense orgasm. Milan did not let that stop her. She continued licking at Bethela's pussy for another minute, driving the woman lying before her to a prolonged climax. When Milan finally looked up, her face was covered in Bethela's juices and beamed a smile that spoke of accomplishment.

"You've done well, Milan. Will I be seeing you ministering to Kelt soon?"

"I hope so, Master. Men are harder to hold on edge though."

"We can be. I'm sure you'll manage it soon. How is orgasm control coming along?"

"Slowly, Master." Her face was not as happy now. "It seems like once the pleasure builds to a certain point, I don't want to hold off any more. How do you want to not cum?"

"It's different for each slave. You have to find your reason. Have you asked your trainers?"

"No, Master, I've been embarrassed to admit why I fail."

"Trust them, Milan. They all went through the same struggles. Call on their experience, it'll serve you well."

"I will, Master. Thank you."

"Run along now. I'll send the official report soon, but I'm sure your trainer will be happy to hear that you've passed."

Milan jumped to her feet and sped off towards another of the doors into the complex. The courtyard seemed to be roughly oblong in shape and was surrounded by high walls of rock. It gave the impression of being at the bottom of some hole in a mountain; which, in fact, it was. The reasons for this were something that Amber would not discover for quite some time, mostly because everyone in the complex took it for granted.

"Amber, you're looking better." His eyes strayed to her pussy. "I'm glad that seeing oral sex arouses you. Don't be embarrassed, you're going to be a sex slave. Sex, in all its forms, should bring you pleasure. Do you have anything to report, Aurora?"

"Yes, Master. She is able to deal with her fear well. I did not need to restrain her for her bath. She has normal sexual responses, though she believes that they are abnormally strong and dislikes them."

Amber wanted to sink into the stone at her feet as she heard herself discussed like some animal. With her hands still cuffed behind her and the leash making escape impossible, she had to be content with turning a deep red as humiliation and anger grew inside her.

What Amber did not see was the look of concern that passed briefly over Garth's face when Aurora mentioned Amber's belief that her sexual responses were too strong. It was very unusual for a captive to have any thoughts associated with their forgotten past. Garth knew Amber was correct; her sexual responsiveness was greater than it had been before she had been taken. The amnesia potion had more than one effect.

"Thank you, Aurora. You may return to your normal duties." He turned to Amber. "What do you think was going on here?"

"It sounds like there was some sort of test going on. That girl," pointing after Milan, "seemed to be trying to keep her," pointing to the woman on the ground, "from cumming."

"That's right. I'm glad to see that you can use your head. Slaves must know a wide variety of skills. Prolonging pleasure for another is just one of them. It takes anywhere from 2 to 3 years for a slave to be fully trained. When their training is complete, a slave is able to provide sexual service of the highest order to anyone, male or female, human or otherwise."

"Is this what you all want for me, to be a well trained whore?"

"No, not whore. Never mistake a slave for a whore. Whores give the bare minimum of sexual service in exchange for money. Slaves give the penultimate sexual experience because they want to. By the time you finish your training, you will want nothing more than to please your client."

"So you're going to brainwash me. You've taken me hostage and you're going to engage in a deliberate program of brainwashing."

"Yes, that's exactly what we're going to do. Not only that, but we'll have your full cooperation. You'll be brainwashed, as you put it, because you'll want to be."

"Never! I'll die first."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I hope we can change your mind in the next three days. I don't want to see you die. You're a lovely, intelligent woman. I'm also certain that you'll love being a slave, if you'll just give it a chance. The venturer wouldn't have brought you back in the first place if he or she didn't believe that you would be a good candidate."

"How do I know you're telling me the truth? You could just be trying to shine me on, trick me into being compliant."

"Remember when you were told about the enchantments on the collars? Those are expensive. There's a reason translation spells aren't commonplace among diplomats and merchants. The Wizard's guild charges an arm and a leg for them. They can't be used once the slave in them dies until the guild recharges them, which costs as much as a new one. Simple economics dictate that house Grantlo makes sure slaves don't die as soon as a collar is put on."

Amber couldn't argue with the logic. They would want to minimize costs. She still didn't take his reassurances at face value. She didn't want to believe that she was "slave material." If only she could remember her past. Maybe slavery was better than what she'd had before. She shook her head at the thought.

"Now what? I suppose everything you show me is for a reason."

"Yes, it is. This test was to show you something about what you'll be expected to master as part of your training." Turning to the slave who hadn't yet risen from where she was laying, he asked, "Bethela, how long did it take you to learn how to hold someone on the edge?"

The slave rose to her feet. "That was especially hard for me, Master. I think it took three months and numerous punishments."

"You were punished for taking three months?"

After looking for Garth's permission to respond, Bethela answered Amber. "I asked to be punished when I failed. My trainer was not planning on it at first."




Amber's Enslavement Ch. 02



"You asked to be punished? That doesn't make sense. Why?"

"I wanted to learn. I wanted to be the best slave I could. I love what and who I am. Being punished helped me learn control, to see the pleasure that others received from holding them just shy of orgasm."

"Why do you love being a slave? Don't you realize that they kidnapped you, stole your memories from you, and took everything that was you away?"

"Yes, they did. But it had already been done. Honestly, the choices were slavery or death. But that's not the real reason. As a slave, I'm useful, I serve a purpose. I bring people pleasure. I love to see the rapture on a Master or Mistress' face when I give them ecstasy."

"That's now, but what about when you were a captive, before you were collared? You can't tell me that you wanted to be a slave then?"

"Yes, I did. I know some come to accept their fate slowly, but I saw what slaves did, what they enjoyed, and I wanted that from the second day. Please, try to understand, being a slave on Destran is something wonderful. We're valued, greatly valued. We lack for nothing and we serve a noble purpose. What more can one ask for?"

"Freedom!" came the emphatic reply. "You're in a cage. It's a luxurious cage, made of gold and silver, but a cage none the less. You're nothing!" Amber yelled, "They can kill you with a word!"

Garth pulled Amber back from Bethela by her chain. "No, we can't. You don't understand anything yet." He drew a knife from that magical pouch in his jacket. Handing it to Bethela, he ordered, "Stab yourself in the heart, Bethela."

Amber screamed, "No!" and lunged against the leash, tripping two feet short of the slave as she calmly took the knife and plunged it into her chest, sinking it to the hilt. She gave a low cry of pain and sank to her knees. Amber raised her sobbing face to look into the eyes of the slave who had just killed herself, only to see that same slave pull the knife from her breast, the wound closing visibly. Soon, the only evidence that she had been stabbed was the scar forming on her breast and the trail of blood down her torso.

"Amber," Garth started, "slaves are protected by the strongest magic known on Destran. I've never tested it, but the guild assures us that nothing short of decapitation would kill a slave, and even then, if it did not separate the head from the neck, it would reattach and leave the slave alive. The only way for a slave to die is by the collar being removed, something only the slave him or herself can do, or by the slave wishing to no longer be a slave, in which case, the collar will put her to sleep."

"We…They can't be killed?"

Garth did not comment on the mental slip of counting herself as one of the slaves. "No, you can't, at least not easily or casually. I suppose that something that destroyed the entire body, like being immersed in acid might do it, but not something as simple as being stabbed. You don't know this yet, but the laws protecting slaves are more sure than those protecting the rights of nobles. That's one of the things you'll learn as a slave. To be honest, your revulsion to slavery is far more intense than other captives."

"You mean that I'm different?"

"Yes, very different. For one thing, you seem so sure of things that you have no memory of, or shouldn't have memories of."

"I've wondered about that. I just know things, but I don't know how. For example, I know that sexual slavery is the worst kind of slavery there is."

"The amnesia doesn't take away skills for the most part, things that you know how to do because they are trained to the point of being routine. Many slaves have found an aptitude for certain types of athletic activities that we don't specifically train them in. It could be that certain attitudes and information are so ingrained into the inhabitants of your world that they're as second nature as pussy-eating will eventually be for you."

"You mean you don't know?"

"Amber, it takes a long time of immersion to learn about a culture. The venturers learn about the potential captives, whether they have the personality to be a slave, and whether they can be easily abducted."

"Easily abducted?"

"Yes, are they someone who will not be missed? We want to be able to continue visiting the world, and unexplained disappearances of the wrong sort would raise too much suspicion. Also, can they be easily separated from others and taken to a place where the portal can be opened without being seen?"

Amber shook her head at the seemingly well-oiled slavery operation. Clearly this had been going on for quite some time. She watched as Garth recovered his knife, cleaned it off, and returned it to the pocket (she didn't know it, but the knife was kept in a different magical construction, one more like a sheath).

"Come along, Amber, there's more to show you today."

Amber rose and let herself be guided to the door they had used earlier. She was led to a large room that was obviously a dining area. Several slaves, both male and female, were sitting at tables eating. The slaves sitting at one table all had pointed ears and almost childlike features. On one wall was a counter full of food, with another room beyond that. When they were closer, she saw that the other room was a kitchen. Slaves were doing the cooking. With the smells came the realization that she was, in fact, hungry.

Indicating she should select what she wanted, Garth carried a plate with her food to a table. Four slaves were seated at the table. They smiled as he approached.

"Master, it's good to see you. Is this the new captive?" asked the slave with a red collar.

"Yes, Bressala, this is Amber. I wanted to give you a chance to meet her before her collaring."

While Bressala started to speak, Garth clipped one of Amber's ankle cuffs to the bench, released her hands, and left them alone. "Amber, I'm looking forward to being your trainer. These are my current trainees: Thebes," Bressala pointed at the one male slave, "Yolonda, and Carli. Carli won't be with us once you're collared. Marlena will be taking over."

Amber couldn't help but notice that Carli had things attached to her nipples and seemed to be in pain. "What's wrong with Carli? What are those things?"

"Those are pain sticks. Carli has started a particularly intense training regimen."

"What kind of training? Will I have to go through that?"

"Pleasure/pain symbiosis training. Carli is learning to experience pain as a source of pleasure. Once she's completed the training, she will be able to climax from being whipped."

"What!" Heads turned at the loud exclamation. Amber didn't notice them. "That's impossible. Pain and pleasure are different things. You can't cum from pain."

"All slaves can. I can."

"You're saying pain doesn't hurt anymore?"

"No, it still hurts. I'm simply able to experience it as a source of pleasure, to orgasm from the pain."

Turning to Carli, Amber asked, "And you want this…this…training?"

"Oh yes. In fact, I asked for the pleasure free week because I can't seem to reach symbiosis."

"Pleasure free week? Why do I think I'm not going to like this?"

"Until I reach symbiosis, I will experience only pain, no pleasure of any sort."

"You asked for nothing but pain for an entire week?"

"No, not a week, as long as it takes to reach symbiosis. That could be tomorrow, or a month from now, though I hope not that long."

"You're crazy. You're fucking insane."

"I'm a slave. I want to be the best possible slave. Some Masters enjoy causing pain and a slave has to be able to bear up under it. Knowing that I will climax eventually from the pain, makes it possible to take whatever a Master wishes to give me."

Every slave had been through the rejection phase of captivity, though none as intensely as Amber was experiencing. That experience allowed them to ignore the harshness of some of her comments.

"Should I tell her, Mistress?" Carli asked.

"That would be a good idea. I think it'll help her accept it later."

"What?" Amber asked, suspicious, "what do I need to know?

"Have you been told that you will see a demonstration of punishment?" When Amber nodded, a look of dread coming to her face, Carli continued. "I'm the recipient. I volunteered for it."

"Why? Why do you want to be hurt?"

"I want to be a slave. I want symbiosis. I want to help you understand how important being a slave is. Amber," she said as she reached across the table to clasp Amber's hands, "we're going to be fellow trainees for a while. It helped me to have someone further along in their training those first few months, someone who could talk about how hard it is because they'd been through it recently. When I heard that the new captive was going to be one of Mistress Bressala's trainees, I volunteered for the demo. I'm just sorry that I'm going to be transferred to Marlena. We won't be able to see as much of each other."

"But you don't even know me. Why?"

"I knew you'd need it."

Amber was speechless. Carli was a stranger, yet was willing to help her; even if Amber didn't understand the kind of help she was being given. It occurred to her that everyone, from Garth to the lowest of the trainees, had treated her with the utmost kindness and respect. She couldn't deny the fact that these slaves acted anything but oppressed.

Amber ate; her thoughts, and the emotions they provoked, displayed for all to see. The conversation among the other slaves, as they gave her time to absorb what she had learned, would have sounded just like table talk from any other world: gossip, advice shared on any number of subjects, jokes. Lost in thought, Amber's gaze kept returning to Carli.

"Carli?" she ventured many minutes later.

"Yes, Amber?"

"Are you afraid of what's coming, the whipping?"

"Yes, but probably not for the reasons you would expect."

"How do you mean?"

"I suspect you mean 'Am I afraid of the whipping, the pain I will suffer?' Am I right?" Amber nodded her head. "That's not what I'm afraid of. I want to feel the pain; I need to reach symbiosis. What frightens me is not being able to. That would be a failure. If I fail, never reach pleasure/pain symbiosis, I wouldn't want to be a slave anymore. My collar would put me to sleep."

"Your only fear is of failing to be a good slave?" Carli nodded. "I don't understand. How can all of you be so happy being owned by someone else, to have no freedom, to be at the whim of whomever is using you? I could never feel that way."

Thebes spoke up. "Amber, we all felt like you do right now. We all accepted and embraced being slaves in the end. It's all we know. Everything we used to be is gone, the memories lost forever. I do wonder what my life used to be like, but I know that I'll never be able to have it, whatever it was, again. Being owned is not all that bad. We're well taken care of. Plus, there's plenty of sex."

Tears filled Amber's eyes as she recognized a joy in Thebes' words that she was convinced she would never experience. The reality that she would likely die in three days hit her and she lost it. Huge sobs rocked her body as she broke into tears, tears of fear and loss. Carli came around and sat beside Amber, holding her as the pent up emotions released themselves. Tears dripped onto Carli's breasts and ran down her belly.

"I don't want to die. I don't want to be a slave. I'm so scared."

"I know, I was too, we all were. It's okay to be scared. We'd be worried if you weren't."

"Everything feels wrong, too. I'm too sexy."

"How can you be too sexy?"

"I mean, I respond too strongly. I don't know why, but I do. It's like something's made me hornier and more responsive to sex."

"How would you know what's normal? There are no memories to compare to. You may have always been this way."

"I don't know; I'm just so sure it's wrong."

Amber's tears had eased, though Carli was still holding her. Carli's hand slipped down to Amber's cunt, finding the lips moist and slick. Amber gasped and bit her lip. Part of her wanted to push Carli away, but she didn't. The sensations were just so good.

"Can this be so wrong?" Carli asked.

"Yes…no…I don't know. Oh God! That feels so good."

Carli's fingers caressed the fold of Amber's pussy. Instinctively, Amber opened her legs to allow Carli greater access. Thebes sat on the other side of Amber and coaxed her to turn slightly, allowing his mouth access to her breasts. The two trainees, already well skilled in basic pleasuring techniques, played Amber's body like a fine instrument.

Amber found her body responding with gusto. Her already damp pussy was producing copious amounts of lubricant, preparing itself for penetration. Her nipples hardened like little rocks, becoming increasingly sensitive to Thebes' damp caresses. Carli smiled as Amber's hood pulled back from her clit, letting the pleasure button seek out loving contact.

Amber's eyes were closed, her body spreading to allow more contact. Hands roamed across her body, pleasuring places she had not even suspected were capable of experiencing sexual joy. When Carli's finger probed the inside of her cunt, Amber hissed and arched her back. Her body was trembling in anticipation. Carli, nearly fully trained, knew how to keep a man or woman on the edge for as long as she wanted. She applied these skills to Amber, prolonging the glorious feelings of arousal. Amber found that someone had taken hold of her hands, keeping her from forcing her orgasm.

"Please…please?" she begged.

"What? What do you want?"

"I want to cum. Please let me cum."

"All right. Think, as you explode, how wonderful it would to be able to give someone else this." As she spoke, Carli thrust three fingers deep into Ambers cunt, pressing on the sensitive patch of inner flesh every woman had, while simultaneously thumbing her clit. Amber, oblivious to the spectacle she was giving, screamed in ecstasy as her body was catapulted over the edge. As her orgasm shook her body, her thoughts, guided by Carli's words, imagined a lover writhing like this in her own arms. A feeling of joy joined the ecstatic feelings already present. At that instant, Amber could not imagine anything more wonderful than having someone experiencing such feelings at her hand.

When Amber came back to her senses, she saw that four men and women were near her and numerous others were looking on, smiles on their faces. Her body started to redden in embarrassment. She had just been driven to a mind blowing orgasm in front of the entire cafeteria. It was only then that she realized what she had been thinking as she came. A sob was torn from her lips.

"What's wrong, Amber?"

Struggling to free herself from the hands holding her, she exclaimed, in tears, "I wanted it! For a second I wanted to be able to give pleasure like that."

"What's wrong with giving pleasure?"

"You don't get it! I wanted to be a slave! What are you doing to me? Get away from me! Don't touch me!" Her leg jerked at the clip holding her to the bench. Unable to free herself, she collapsed her head onto the table and sobbed, terrified that she would break, that in three days she would want to be enslaved, that she would be as brainwashed as the poor fools surrounding her. She didn't respond to Carli's comforting hand as it rubbed Amber's back.

It was like this that Garth found her. Her tears had slowed to a trickle, but her fear and sadness remained. Bressala explained what had happened while out of Amber's hearing.

"Master, Amber is still struggling with what's happening. It's much stronger for her than I've seen in any other captive. She's also convinced that there's something wrong with how sexual she is."

"I've heard her mention that as well. I'm not sure where it comes from. She has nothing to compare her present state to. Is she ready to witness the punishment?"

"I think so. It'll be hard on her. She already knows that Carli volunteered."

"It's hard on all captives. I smell sex. Was she…?"

"Yes, Master. Carli gave her comfort and soon she was in the throes of pleasure. The thought seed was planted as well."

"Good, good. We'll let her remain in her current state, smelling of her pleasure. It's time to prepare Carli for her punishment."

He walked over to the table. Touching Carli on the shoulder, he said, "Carli, it's time to prepare. Are you ready?"

Carli pulled away from Amber to kneel at Garth's feet. "Yes, Master, please punish me."

Amber's head jerked at the exchange, her eyes open wide. "Please don't hurt her."

Garth looked at Amber. "This has to happen. She's chosen to help you this way. Don't belittle what she's doing."

"Carli, I'm so sorry."

Carli looked up at Garth and, at his nod, stood next to Amber. "It's not anyone's fault. Every captive has to see a maximum punishment, that's the law. You can't choose to be a slave if you don't. Let me do this for you without guilt on your part." She turned Amber's face towards her. "You didn't cause this, no one did. I'll be all right. My collar will keep me from being injured. It's only pain."

"I don't understand, I just don't understand how you can do this, let this happen."

"Do you want to take my place, save me the pain?"

Amber gasped at the thought, and at the realization that she would, if she could, suffer in Carli's place.

"Then you do understand. I want to do this for you, to save you from something worse."

"Worse?"

"Yes, you see, before the demonstrations were mandatory, half of all captives rejected slavery and slept when collared."

"I don't get it. How can seeing a cruel punishment make one want to be a slave? I'd think it would do the opposite."

"Because the punishment is the worst that can happen to you. When you see what that is, and know that nothing a slave experiences will be worse than that, you'll find it reassuring. I did, eventually."

"Eventually, as in I won't right away?"

"No, I doubt it. It is hard to watch, to imagine being there yourself, feeling the pain of the whip. But I, and everyone else, came to understand that it wasn't as bad as the nameless fears we imagined for ourselves."

"Does it have to be you?"

"I want it to be me."

Amber gave a sob and clutched Carli tightly to herself. "Can I see you after?"

"Of course, I'd love for you to be with me. I have to go; there is some preparation I must go through."

Carli walked off, leaving Amber feeling very alone. Garth gently took her hands and bound them behind her again. He attached the leash and freed her ankle from the bench. Saddened, Amber stood and let herself be guided from the dining hall. The walk was longer than any previous trip in the facility. There were also stairs to climb. Through an opening was a large room with a vaulted ceiling and seating for many people. The seats were on a slope, allowing for people to clearly see the front area.

The sight there caught Amber's breath. On a small stage were two poles that stood taller than a man. There seemed to be metal rings at the base and top of the poles. Garth directed her to the seats on the lowest level, directly in front of the dais.

"Is that where she'll be whipped?"

"Yes, the slave is strung between the poles for punishment."

A musical tone sounded through the room. Shortly after, people began to enter the chamber from the numerous entryways. Most were slaves, but some were clothed as Garth was. Three more people, naked, but without collars were brought to the front of the room. All three were on leashes, directed by someone. Garth nodded knowingly at the three overseers.

The three captives, two males and one female, were what had Amber's attention, however. They were different. Two seemed to be human, but had a different skin color than Amber did. While Amber's was what many would call white or flesh tone, the male had ebony black skin, even the palms of his hand (a thing that Amber knew, again without knowing, was unusual). The woman's skin was a deep crimson and Amber first thought that she had been burned by the sun. When she noticed the woman was also looking at her as if Amber was strange, Amber realized that the reddish hue was normal for her.




Amber's Enslavement Ch. 02



The second male was clearly not human. He had the pointed ears and child like features Amber had seen in the dining area. Up close, Amber could also tell that his feet and hands were different. The fingers were longer, almost twice as long as the palms of his hands. His toes were also too long and looked prehensile. Like Amber and the other two, he didn't look happy to be here.

The hall was filling with more people than Amber had thought possible. She realized then that she had seen but a small portion of the complex. She could also see that people like her made up a small percentage of the slaves. While most appeared to be human at a distance, the variety of shapes and appearances were significant.

A rustle of noise form the front brought a quiet to the room. Carli was being led out in a white robe, all her features covered. Her eyes were covered and her hands bound behind her. There was a smile on her face. The man who led her out fastened a thong around his throat, a small blue stone resting over his larynx. When he spoke, Amber could hear him clearly. Later she would realize that the stone must have been enchanted, because everyone heard him as clearly as she did.

"Slaves, Overseers, others of house Grantlo, it is a captive day. Four captives are being inducted. Slave Carli has volunteered to demonstrate punishment. As is custom, and in accordance with the law, she shall receive 30 strokes of the Halrisin whip."

A gasp came from the crowd. Amber wondered what a Halrisin whip was and why everyone was so afraid of it. Carli moved between the poles and spread her arms and legs out. Cuffs were fastened to her wrists and ankles. As the man touched each with a small stone, the cuff was stretched towards the nearest ring on the poles. The result was Carli spread eagled between the poles even though nothing seemed to be holding her there.

"Captives, come forward and feel the Halrisin."

All four captives were directed by their overseer to the stage. The man held forth a whip with several strands of something that looked like leather. Tentatively, she reached out and touched the material. It was coarse and seemed to be laced with miniscule barbs. Closer inspection showed the barbs to be part of the leather itself. Jerking her hand away, Amber was horrified at the thought of anyone, let alone Carli, being whipped with such an instrument.

The other three captives reacted similarly. Looking up, Amber saw that Carli was both nervous and smiling. The speaker, still holding the vicious whip, stepped up to Carli's bound figure and ripped the robe from her with one swift motion. Amber thought she looked beautiful. Carli and Amber jumped together as the whip cracked against Carli's skin. Carli gave a cry, her head jerking up in pain.

Amber wanted to look away, but couldn't, her eyes drawn to the scene of Carli's agony. After the first stroke hit, the platform they were on began to turn, letting the observers see the whipping from every angle. Amber could see the red stripes, ugly and jagged, appear after each blow. Carli's voice cried out, signaling her pain as it grew. The lashes landed once every ten seconds. After the tenth blow, Amber noticed bits of reddish color on the ground beneath Carli. Horrified, she realized that the red was Carli's blood, though there was no blood visible on her back. Amber's stomach tried to heave as it occurred to her that Carli's collar was healing the cuts the whip was causing; the whip coming away with blood that fell to the floor, yet the wounds didn't have the chance to bleed freely.

Each time Carli turned to face Amber, Amber tried to lock her eyes on Carli's, trying to let her know she was still watching, suffering with Carli. As the twentieth stroke landed, Amber was aware of a sensation in the depths of her body, a stirring of some sort. "What's happening to me?" she thought to herself. Her scream of, "No!" echoed above Carli's cries of agony and the cracking of the whip, as she recognized the feeling as the first hints of arousal. Amber's hands tugged at the leash, trying to pull away, to not watch any more.

By the time the whipping stopped, Amber and Carli were equally in tears, though for very different reasons. The other three captives, while clearly disturbed by the whipping, were not as devastated as Amber was. Confusion or disgust showed on their faces as their overseers led them away. Garth grasped Amber's bound arms gently, leading her, recognizing that she was incapable of following the leading directions.

In the hall, Garth said, "Amber, Carli asked to see you after the demonstration. Come with me."

"No! I won't see her, I won't go!"

She jerked away, the leash slipping from the startled slaver's hands. She ran blindly, her bound arms keeping her from making much speed. At a step she didn't see, she tripped, scraping her knees on the stone floor. Garth caught up to the sobbing, incoherent woman and took the leash in hand. His confusion grew as he heard her repeated whispers, almost inaudible under the sobs.

"No, I'm evil, sick, I'm horrible. I'm a degenerate, I can't do this. I wish I were dead."

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Amber's Enslavement Ch. 03



Chapter 3

The Lure of Slavery

Thabian Y'Grantlo was a small man, not at all what you'd expect of someone who was the Lord of one of the great houses of the Helshenti Empire. The Lord was incredibly observant and had a memory like a steel trap. As Carli's punishment came to an end (yes, he knew the name of the slave being punished), his eyes tracked the female captive that fled from the punishment hall.

"Inclon, was that the captive from Calufrax?"

The man next to him, a graying figure leaning on a walking stick, closed his eyes for a second. "Yes, my Lord, I believe her name is Amber." Anticipating the next question, an ability every skilled advisor learned, he added, "No, I don't know why she fled, or how she was able to do so, for that matter. Do you want me to investigate the matter?"

"Yes. I can't recall any previous case of a captive fleeing a punishment demonstration. Fainting and retching, yes, but not flight such as that. Garth was apparently caught totally off guard for her to have escaped his leash."

"I imagine so. You're right, this has never happened before. The lack of memories should've made such a reaction impossible."

"When was the last time we took captives from Calufrax?'

"Five turns Lord. The Venturers have visited regularly, but the social conditions make taking captives from there rare."

"Yes, I recall. I also recall that we continue visiting there because captives from Calufrax make superior slaves. I believe that no captive from Calufrax has failed to accept slavery."

"That's right, my Lord. Much like finding a star fire. If you have no need of me right now, I'll find out why she fled."

"No, nothing for now. I need to review the service offers for the upcoming graduates."

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Garth was staring in shock at the captive at his feet. Amber was sobbing uncontrollably, muttering how evil and depraved she was. So shocked was he by what he saw, he didn't even feel the embarrassment that losing control of a captive would normally bring. "This has to stop," he thought to himself.

Garth reached down and grasped Ambers head, turning it towards himself. "Amber! Stop this at once! What has gotten into you?"

Amber, startled from her tears, looked at Garth with revulsion, though not for him. "Can't you see it? Can't you smell it?" As she spoke, she spread her legs, revealing the damp pussy and engorged lips that showed her arousal.

Garth looked at the familiar signs and squinted in confusion. "You're aroused. So what? Captives and slaves are aroused on a regular basis. After all, you're going to be a sex slave."

Amber collapsed to her ass and let her head slam against the wall of the corridor. She was oblivious to the small crowd of spectators and the elderly man pushing his way through them. "I was turned on by Carli's punishment. Don't you get it? Her pain and suffering made me all hot and bothered. I liked it that she was in agony. I'm evil! I should just die."

Garth rocked back on his heels. He'd never heard of such a thing. Oh, the arousal from watching a punishment wasn't unheard of, though it was unusual. What had him at a loss for words was the utter horror Amber had for the effect. Part of him, however, was nodding. This was yet another case of Amber's reactions that seemed to stem from unremembered beliefs. It was almost unheard of that a captive would be so sure of things that they had no memories to support.

Inclon stepped forward, his stick tapping against the floor as he did. Garth, aware of his presence now, stood and gave a small bow. "Master Inclon, you honor us with your presence. How may I help you?"

"I think it is I that can help you. If I may talk to the captive?"

"Of course, sir."

"Amber." The advisor waited until Amber looked up. "Am I to understand that you feel guilt and shame over the way your body reacted to the punishment?"

Amber nodded, unable to bring words forth.

"Would you mind standing up? I'm old and the floor is so much farther away than it used to be." He smiled at Amber's unconscious smile to his little joke. Once she was standing, he cupped her chin in his hand. "Something you must understand is that your body reacts to things whether you want it to or not. Yes, you were aroused by the sights and sounds of a punishment. That doesn't mean that your mind wanted Carli whipped. Surely you've noticed that you're aroused at the drop of a feather?"

Her voice back, Amber was able to mutter a weak, "Yes."

"That's because of what you are and will be. Trained slaves find the prospect of anything that is pleasing to their Masters to be arousing. I think that in here," he tapped at her heart as he continued, "you understood that the whipping was something Lord Grantlo desired, and reacted appropriately. This should make certain parts of your training very easy."

"So I didn't enjoy Carli's whipping?"

"No, my dear, you didn't. You simply responded to the pleasure of a Master." He turned to Garth. "Does Carli know Amber?"

"Yes, Master, they shared lunch. There was bonding between them."

"Ah, I see. That would explain the intensity of the reaction. Amber, would it surprise you to know that Carli will be very happy for you, because of your arousal?"

"Yes, though I guess I shouldn't be. The weirdest things seem to make you people happy."

Inclon raised an eyebrow and looked at Garth who gave a discreet nod. "So, her emotions remember what her mind doesn't. This is happening more often. I must find out why," he thought to himself.

"Are you ready to see Carli?" Garth asked.

"I think so. There was blood, wasn't there?"

"Yes. It's not as bad as you think. The collar..."

"Yes, I know, the collar kept her safe; healed her before she could be maimed. You all seem to think that makes it all right. Never mind, just take me to her."

Garth guided her back through the hall and out another of the entrances. They passed through one of the ubiquitous curtains and found Carli lying on a table, her back showing a criss cross of wicked looking scars. Bressala was standing beside Carli, one hand on her back. Carli gave an occasional gasp of pain as Bressala's hand brushed over a scar.

"Carli," Bressala whispered, her head nodding towards the entrance.

Carli looked up, giving a moan of pain as her back shifted. "Amber," came Carli's excited cry. "I'm so glad you came. This is as bad as it can get. How are you feeling?"

"Horrible. Guilty. It...I was aroused by it." Shame covered Amber's face and she was unable to look Carli in the eyes. She missed the great smile that Carli had at the news.

"Amber, that's so wonderful! Do you know how rare that is? You're going to be a wonderful slave."

"Wonderful? Carli, I was hot because of your pain. It's like I wanted you hurt. How can that be so wonderful?"

"You don't understand. This'll make your training so much easier. The hardest part of training is symbiosis; to feel the pleasure that comes with pain. Your body already understands that pain can bring pleasure. I envy you."

"I don't understand. What's to envy? I'm going to die in two days."

"No, you're not. I want pleasure/pain symbiosis so much. That's why I asked for the pleasure free week. I just know that if I'd reacted to the punishment demonstration as you did, I'd already have achieved symbiosis."

"So all slaves like pain?"

"No, we don't enjoy pain," Bressala answered. "We can find pleasure from pain, that's different. Some Masters and Mistresses enjoy seeing pain in their sexual partners, so slaves must be able to endure through the pain. Being able to climax from pain means that enduring is so much easier."

"I suppose you can do that, have an orgasm from just pain." Hostility was creeping into Amber's voice.

"Yes, I can. I have, on numerous occasions."

"Prove it! Cum from pain right now."

Bressala actually smiled. "Master, would you be so kind?"

"Of course, Bressala. Fetch a number three paddle."

Bressala winced and left, only to return with a paddle. The instrument was about nine inches across with a handle just as long. One side of the paddle was covered in small bumps of some kind. Garth took the paddle and pressed it against Amber's ass.

"Oh my God! That's horrible. Those bumps are sharp."

"Yes, they are. The whole point is to show you that pain can bring pleasure. Bressala, against the wall, if you will."

"Yes, Master."

Bressala walked to the wall and placed her hands against it, leaning forward so that her ass was thrust out towards Garth and Amber. Garth attached his end of the leash to the table Carli was lying on. It stayed in place in spite of no visible mechanism holding it there. Looking down, Amber saw a look of longing on Carli's face. Amber would swear there was a touch of envy in the look. The first impact jerked Amber's head back to Bressala with a snap.

There was a red patch on Bressala's right ass cheek. Garth brought the paddle down again, this time on the left. A small cry escaped Bressala's lips as a matching mark appeared. Garth had stood so that Amber's view was unimpaired. Every three seconds, the paddle fell with a solid smack. Bressala's ass took on an increasingly deeper red hue. Amber couldn't help but count the strokes. At 21, she noticed that there were trails of liquid running down Bressala's legs and that her cries were more erotic than painful. At 33, Bressala was clearly moaning with desire while tears flowed down her cheeks.

Amber was crying as well. While she watched Bressala being beaten, Amber's own pussy was dampening as well. Again, someone else's pain was arousing Amber. This wasn't a small arousal either. Amber felt an aching emptiness in her cunt that longed for filling. When Carli snaked her hand between Amber's legs, the captive's deep need caused her to spread her legs wider. Carli's hand fondled Amber's wet pussy, brushing the lips with consummate skill. Amber backed up, closing the distance between herself and Carli. This allowed the slave to push two fingers into Amber's slit, slowly fucking the captive.

Bressala's and Amber's moans were now an erotic duet, both closing in on an orgasm. In spite of her own mounting pleasure, Amber couldn't take her eyes off the woman being paddled, nor could she stop counting the blows. At 55, Bressala gave a loud shriek and collapsed to the floor, writhing in ecstasy. The sight of the orgasming slave sent Amber over the edge and she collapsed against the table, pinning Carli's arm against the rough edge. As Amber bucked her pleasure, Carli cried at the pain in her arm, smiling as she did.

When her climax passed, Amber sunk to her knees, crying deeply. Carli asked, "Why are you crying? Wasn't it good?"

"It was good, that's why I'm crying. I didn't even try to fight it this time. I was aroused by her pain and I let, no, encouraged you to fuck me. I'm so afraid."

"Of what," Carli asked, "of dying?"

"No, of not dying. I'm afraid I'll accept slavery. I can feel the lure, the draw of the sex, so much wonderful sex."

"That's a good thing."

Amber shook her head, realizing that she could never explain her fear to the slave, her new friend. Carli saw this slavery as a good and wonderful thing. "Perhaps, for Carli, it is. But I don't want it to be wonderful for me. I don't want to be a slave." Lost in her thoughts, Amber didn't see Bressala and Carli leave.

"Amber, we have more to do. Are you up to walking again?"

"Yeah, I think so. That was unbelievable. Bressala had an orgasm from being spanked. You didn't touch her anywhere else."

"That's pleasure/pain symbiosis. Every slave is capable of it, though some experience the pleasure of the pain to a much greater degree. One of our slaves, currently in service, is able to orgasm from such a spanking after a mere 20 swats."

"Will I be able to...you know...cum from being whipped?"

"Once your training is complete, yes, you will. Ah, we're here."

While they had been talking, Garth had directed Amber along the passageways. Slipping past the curtain, Amber was assaulted by the sounds of pleasure. This struck her as being odd, given that the room had three slaves in it who were not being stimulated in any way. Instead, they were bound in total helplessness in some way. All three were struggling against their bindings, yet Amber was sure they weren't trying to free themselves.

"What's happening to them?"

"Absolutely nothing. This is bondage training. Some Masters and Mistresses like to bind their slaves, either for use or for control. It's not needed, since slaves are completely loyal, but some enjoy it."

"So they're learning to take pleasure from being bound?"

"Not exactly. Listen closer."

As Amber paid closer attention to the bound slaves, she realized that their moans were not of pleasure, but of frustration. Moving closer to one of the males, she saw that he wasn't totally human. She had seen him or someone like him in the dining hall. His features were very childlike and he had pointed ears. His cock was erect, very erect. Amber imagined that it must be painfully erect. His wrists and ankles were bound together with some type of rope, arching his back. There didn't seem to be much strain on his muscles. "He must be more limber than me," Amber muttered under her breath. His mouth was covered with a leather strap, preventing him from speaking clearly. Amber, now that she had moved closer, could make out part of what he was trying to say. It sounded much like, "Please."

"Oh my God! He's begging for something. Why is he aroused?"

"For the same reason you are," Garth replied, causing Amber to blush. "Bondage excites him. He's desperate for release, sexual release that is."

"Will he be able to cum?"

"If he does while bound, he'll be punished." A man moved closer, leaving the shadows that had hidden him. "What stage of training is he at, Frolon?"

"Manix is due to spend four hours bound. This is his second hour. If I may, Master?" Once Garth had nodded, Frolon pointed to a female human bound on her back to a bed. She was spread eagle, blindfolded, but not gagged. Her cunt was dripping moisture and the pussy lips were engorged and open. It was clear that her body was desperate for sex.

"Kathleen is in final bondage training. If she completes this session, she'll be ready for testing. She hasn't made a sound, nor has she moved in any way since she was bound four hours ago."

Amber whispered, "How long...?"

"She has another four hours and then she must go about her normal duties for the remainder of the day, 18 more hours, without receiving or asking for any sexual touch or relief."

"How can she do it?"

"It's part of the training. A slave is trained to put their owner's pleasure and desires before their own. The test is a full week of bondage and denial, while being used to provide sexual service at every opportunity."

"She'll have to give orgasms for a week without receiving even a touch?"

"Yes, that's it."

"What happens at the end of the week?"

"She'll be soundly fucked until she passes out, with permission to cum as often as she can," he said with a smile.

Turning towards the third slave, Frolon pointed towards a creature that Amber wasn't sure was male of female. It was very small, about the size of a small child. The prominent feature on it was a pair of wings that were as tall as the creature was. Seeing no penis, Amber decided that she must be a female. The wings had a metal clip on them, pinning them together. Given how fragile they looked, it was no wonder such a binding was so effective. One twitch of the wings and they'd be ripped. Small metal cuffs were on her wrists and ankles were linked by fine chains.

"There's no need to rise, Imri. How are you feeling?"

"Very horny, Master. Do I have much longer?"

"Just one more hour." Turning to Amber, he explained, "Imri is just starting bondage training. She simply has to stay bound, not touching herself, for two hours. Later, she'll have to be silent as well."

Amber looked closely at the tiny woman, no more than two feet tall. "What kind of creature are you? I'm sure I've never seen your kind before."

"I'm called a Fairy, though I have no idea if that's what my people call themselves."

"Do you like being a slave?"

"Oh yes, I love it. I can't imagine being anything else. You're one of the new captives, aren't you?"

"Yes. I don't want to be a slave."

"I'll be sorry to see you die. Would you like to cum?"

The casual response and blatant question caught Amber by surprise. She took a step back. "No...no thank you."

The little creature shrugged her shoulders. "Your loss. I give fantastic orgasms."

"She does. She's unable to engage in intercourse at this time, due to her size, but her oral skills are second to none. I suspect that she was already well trained in them prior to capture. Are you sure you don't want her to pleasure you?"

Amber nodded her head, ignoring the desires building in her body. The scenes of bondage were turning her on. She could feel her pussy lips swelling and juices running down her inner legs. Her nipples were also hard and erect. Trying to change the subject, she turned to Garth.

"I've heard more than one person talk about slaves going into service. Just what does that mean?"

"It depends on the type of service. Most slaves are purchased outright by their new owner. They become the property of the client and we don't usually hear from them again. A few clients, however, don't want or need permanent slaves. These owners rent them for specific periods of time or for specific occasions. We have one customer who celebrates Nargoth by throwing a party for all his friends and he rents a dozen slaves for it. The party lasts for the entire festival and then the slaves are returned. It's actually very useful for training purposes. He doesn't require slaves trained in pleasure/pain symbiosis or orgasm control, so many of the trainees can serve at the party and become accustomed to what service can be like."

"What if one of his guests wanted to give pain to a slave?"

"That's why we send some of the trainers as well. We have one more thing to show you before I return you to your quarters."

"What is it?"

"You'll see. Come along."

Garth led Amber along more corridors. She had difficulty telling one passage from another. It struck her as odd that so much of the slave training complex was underground. She didn't know why, but she was sure this type of construction wasn't normal for her. It occurred to her to ask Garth, but she was reluctant to do so. Every time he talked to her in that understanding way of his, she felt her ability to resist his lies get a little harder.

Even worse was how all the slaves seemed so happy with their lot in life. Not only were they happy, they seemed honored by their position as slaves. Could she ever become like that? How did it happen? Everyone admitted that they didn't like the idea of being a slave at first, but they'd come to accept, and even embrace, it. Amber was terrified that these slavers were far better at their jobs than she liked.

They had arrived at Garth's next stop. Even before the curtain was drawn aside, Amber could hear the moans of someone in ecstasy. Inside was a scene that Amber could only find one term to describe; gang bang. A female slave with dark blue skin was the center of sexual attention for seven other slaves. Her hands were bound behind her back. She was straddled on a male slave, his cock plunging in and out of her cunt. Another female slave was behind her, holding some device at her ass. As it too was moved, Amber could see it was a carved phallus of some kind, a cock without a body. Another female slave was in a leather sling suspended from the ceiling. That slave's pussy was at the blue slave's mouth, being pleasured orally. Two more slaves had their mouths on her breasts, licking and nibbling at the nipples and areolas. The last two slaves surrounding her were running their hands along the parts of her body that weren't receiving attention from the other five. As Amber watched the blue-skinned slave, her body awash in sweat and other unnamed fluids, shuddered in a climax.




Amber's Enslavement Ch. 03



Only one thing came to Amber's mind. "Is she being rewarded?"

Garth chuckled at the question. "It definitely looks like it, doesn't it? Listen closer."

Amber looked up at Garth, wondering what he meant. It was then, her attention finally torn from the orgy, that she saw five more slaves standing against the walls, apparently waiting their turn. She listened closer, trying to figure out what he wanted her to hear. Then she noticed the undercurrent to the blue slave's moans. Yes, they were moans of pleasure and ecstasy, but there was an undercurrent of agony as well.

"My God!" Amber whispered, "She's almost in pain, isn't she? Just how long has she been doing this?"

Garth caught the attention of one of the slaves against the wall, motioning him closer. The slave knelt at Garth's feet.

"How can I serve you, Master?"

"How long has Fruella been in pleasure?"

"Three hours, Master. She is scheduled for another two."

"Has she asked for an ending?"

"No, Master. Her training is holding."

"Her training?" Amber asked, eyes wide. "What training are you talking about this time?"

Garth gave a small nod and the slave answered. "Endurance training."

"Do you mean that you train slaves to hold up under hours of sex with hordes of partners?"

Garth dismissed the slave with a motion of his head and turned to Amber. To his surprise, he didn't see shock or horror on her face, but excitement. Endurance training, being fucked until the slave literally passes out, is usually horrifying to captives. They tend to see it as making something pleasurable into something infernal. "Yes, we do. Owners sometimes make slaves available to others in their houses, or to guests. A slave has to be able to serve a multitude of people for as long as physically possible."

"You mean, until she passes out?"

"Exactly."

Under her breath, Amber muttered, "What a way to go." Then she caught herself, looked at Garth in anger and spit out, "Never, I'll never be a slave, not even for this. Take me back to my room. I don't want to see any more today."

"Only because the tour for today is already finished. Remember, Amber, you're a captive and aren't in control here. You'll see and experience what the law says you must. You will be a slave, or you'll be dead. I intend to maximize your chances of living."

Garth led her to the room she woke up in. The chain was connected to her ankle again and her hands released.

"Is there anything you need, other than your freedom?"

"Go away, just go away," she cried out, trying to hold her tears in until he left. Once Garth was on the other side of the curtain, Amber threw herself on the bed, her sobs wracking her body as she fought against the sense of hopelessness that was growing in her heart.

*****

Inclon Meracula, first advisor to Thabian Y'Grantlo, sat back in his chair, his thoughts in turmoil. When the first slave showed signs of non-remembrances, knowing things without the knowledge or memories to know them, it was thought to be an aberration. In the last 20 cycles, it had happened again and again, with increasing frequency. Most slaves still remembered nothing of their past, accepting what Destran had to offer their slaves as the only thing there was for them.

Still, Amber was the fifth slave this cycle to be so sure of things they had no business being so sure of. Inclon was afraid that the Captivity potion was beginning to fail. That however, was impossible. All the laws of magic said a potion would work the same way, every time it was used, for all time. This was true of any magic, but so much more important for alchemy, as alchemy was the only branch of magic that the Guild could not control.

This was because only alchemy required nothing from the practitioner. Every other form of magic demanded that the mage have the spark, that indefinable something that allowed them to tap the mana flows of the universe. Alchemy used the mana stored in the ingredients themselves, freeing the alchemist from having to do so. The only way to change how a potion worked was to change the ingredients in some way. The captivity potion was one of the oldest formulas known to house Grantlo. Even the wizard's guild didn't know the exact combination of ingredients needed to make it. Other houses used an inferior potion mix supplied by the guild. The formula was one of the reasons why their slaves were the best in the empire.

Arguably, the potion still did what it was supposed to do. The captives/slaves lost their memories and their sexual responsiveness was increased. This unknowing knowledge thing that seemed to be on the increase might be nothing, or it might be a prelude to the failure of the potion in some way. At least the sexual responsiveness effect was still intact with no sign of side effects. The only possibility he could think of was that the ingredients themselves were changing in some way. Testing that hypothesis would be well nigh impossible, since he would have to be able to compare ingredients from 20 cycles ago with those of today. Potion ingredients don't keep that long.

*****

"Amber, may I come in?" A woman's voice called softly from the curtain separating Amber's room from the rest of the complex.

Amber looked up to see the female slave that had comforted her earlier, Leesha. Her tear-streaked face nodded. Leesha sat down next to Amber and brushed her hand through Amber's hair.

"You have lovely hair. It goes well with your lovely body. Do you want to talk?"

Amber turned her head. "Did you get aroused?"

"What do you mean? Aroused by what?"

"The whipping?"

"Ah, you were aroused by the punishment." Amber nodded her head at the non-question. "No, I wasn't aroused. I threw up. I've known slaves who have been aroused by the punishment. How are you feeling?"

"Evil. It's like I wanted her to be in all that pain, to be bloodied like that."

"Did you, really?"

"No!" Amber's wail of anguish tore at Leesha's heart. Leesha crawled into bed with Amber and held her as the sobbing continued. Under her hand, Leesha could feel Amber's nipple, hard and erect. The frightened captive was aroused, possibly at the memory of the punishment. Slowly, the sobbing wound down.

Amber sniffed a couple of times. "Can you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Cum from pain?"

"Yes, I've reached symbiosis."

"Will you...?"

"You want to see what symbiosis looks like?"

"No, I saw that with Bressala. I need you to...hurt me."

"Hurt you? Amber. You've haven't done anything that deserves a whipping. You can't, you're only a captive."

"No, you don't understand. I need to know...I need to know if pain turns me on."

"You haven't had any training."

"Please," she begged, tears coming to her eyes again. "If I'm not aroused by being in pain, then I was aroused at the punishment by someone else's pain. Don't you understand? I need to know it was wanting it for myself that turned me on. Then I'm just sick, not evil."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea."

"Please, I need this, I need to know. I'll never choose to be a slave if I'm a sadist. I won't go there."

"I need to think about this. Let me bring you some food. I'll let you know after you eat."

"Please don't tell Garth."

"I'll have to if I'm going to be allowed to use a whip."

"Then don't use a whip. Spank me, just do it hard."

"I'll think about it."

Leesha left Amber alone and went to bring her some food. It was normal for captives to eat in their rooms as opposed to the dining hall. Once she'd delivered a tray of meats, fruits, and cheeses to Amber, Leesha traveled the stone corridors until she reached Bressala's quarters. She walked in to find Yolanda studying an anatomy scroll while several pain pins hung from her breasts.

"Yolanda, is Bressala here?"

"Yes," the trainee said with a grimace.

"Still struggling with your lessons?"

"Yeah. There's so much to know. I'm afraid I'll never learn this."

"You will, we all did."

As Leesha headed to the back room, she noticed that Yolanda had returned to her reading, but her finger was slowly moving under the words on the scroll one by one, and her mouth was moving, as if trying to sound the words out.

In the back room, the training room, Bressala was instructing Thebes in giving pleasure to another male, using a wooden carving of a penis to demonstrate. She waited respectfully for Bressala to finish.

"Okay, Thebes, try it on your own. Remember, the tingling will go away if you're doing it right." Rising to her feet, Bressala greeted Leesha. "Leesha, what do you need? Aren't you supposed to be with Amber?"

"I need your advice. Amber has asked for something out of the ordinary." Leesha looked towards a secluded corner, indicating a need for privacy. Once they were out of earshot, she continued. "Amber asked me to hurt her.

"Hurt? What do you mean?"

"She wants to be whipped or spanked. She's desperate to know that her arousal at the punishment was because she wanted to be receiving it, rather than witnessing or inflicting it."

"You'll need Garth's permission to whip her, and he's unlikely to give it."

"She doesn't want Garth to know."

"I see. This is a dilemma. Even with a spanking, while we're not required to have permission first, it's so unusual to punish a captive at all; Garth would expect to be told, even if it wasn't required. Are you concerned about being punished?"

"No. I'm more concerned about the affect on her willingness to be a slave. She says she would never choose to be a slave if she's a sadist."

"Oh my! If there's one thing Amber's not, it's a sadist. The Venturers screen for that early on. Why does she think she might be one?"

"She was aroused by the punishment."

"I see. Yes, that might create such an impression. I think you should spank her. Use position three. Make sure you can tell if she's becoming aroused. I suspect she will be. Make sure she knows that once you start, she can't stop you, she'll have to bear the entire spanking."

"How long should I spank her?"

"Until she's dripping in arousal." At Leesha's confused look, Bressala added, "Trust me, she will be. I've trained slaves who were aroused by the punishment demonstration; every one was a natural at pain/pleasure symbiosis. They were naturally aroused by pain and only had to learn to ride it to orgasm."

"Thanks, Bressala. There's something you need to see. Be quiet, I don't want her to know we're looking."

The pair walked silently to the curtain separating the two areas. Leesha pulled the curtain a little and pointed at Yolanda. Bressala's eyes went up. When they had backed up, Leesha asked, "Did you see it?"

"Yes, Yolanda can't read. No wonder she's struggling with anatomy. Why didn't she say anything?"

"Bressala, illiteracy is something shameful to many. Every slave she knows reads like it was easy. I suspect we could all read before capture. She probably couldn't. I don't know exactly how the translation function of the collar works, but I suspect it has to have something to work with. I'll bet that if a slave had no native tongue prior to capture, they wouldn't be able to understand speech."

"If you're right, she'll never be able to learn to read. There'll be nothing for her to understand."

"Actually, I don't think she's illiterate. I think she's simply a very poor reader. Still, I suspect she'll never be able to read any better."

"So, she needs to learn her anatomy a different way. Thank you, Leesha. This'll help her training immensely."

Leesha left and Bressala entered the front room. She looked down at her trainee. Yolanda looked up.

"Tell me, my little slave, when were you planning to tell me that you're struggling with reading."

Yolanda's eyes widened in shame. "I...I...I can read, just very slowly."

"And that is slowing your training. You're supposed to be honest with your owners. During your training, I'm your owner. Two things are going to happen. You're going to be punished. Slaves don't keep secrets, at least not secrets that interfere with their service. Then, we're going to modify your training. I'm going to have you taught your anatomy by demonstration, not by scroll."

The look of happiness in Yolanda's eyes was telling. Bressala had already noticed how quickly she remembered things that were shown to her. Her anatomy lessons should go much better now. Fetch the number 2 paddle."

"Yes, Mistress."

Bressala didn't recall ever seeing a slave so happy to be punished before.

*****

Leesha entered Amber's room as soon as she had returned from Bressala's. Amber was sitting up, her tray of food setting off to the side. Amber looked up expectantly. Leesha sat down beside her.

"Amber, if you're sure about this, I'll spank you. Understand that once the spanking starts, you'll have no say in when it ends. It could go longer than you want it to. Are you sure?'

"Yes, very sure." Amber suddenly clasped Leesha in a tight embrace. "I'm frightened, too."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Maybe afterwards. What should I do?"

"First, let me take this tray away. I'll be right back."

When Leesha had returned, she was carrying a small paddle and a chair. "Are you ready?" Amber nodded. Leesha sat on the chair. "Lay yourself over my lap." Leesha guided Amber to the correct position and then locked her legs around Amber's, preventing Amber from moving away. A small cord bound her hands behind her back. The position made sure that Amber's pussy was against Leesha's leg so that the slave could tell when the captive was very aroused.

Knowing that Amber wanted to feel real pain, Leesha started in with a spanking that was frequently given as punishment. The paddle hit each ass cheek with a solid slap, turning the flesh red. Back and forth between cheeks, the paddle fell. Each blow caused Amber to cry out. It only took ten blows for Leesha to feel the first hints of moisture on her leg. She smiled and kept the paddling up. Amber was soon sobbing at the pain, unaware that her pussy was leaking as much fluid as her eyes were, or at least that's what Leesha thought.

However, when Leesha stopped the spanking and rolled Amber over onto her back, Amber was thrusting her hips as if she was fucking someone. Through her tears, she pleaded, "Make me cum, please, I need to cum."

Leesha set Amber on the sleeping mat and bent her face to Amber's dripping pussy. When her tongue made contact, Amber screamed at the sensation and pulled at the bindings on her wrists. Inarticulate gasps escaped as her hips mashed her cunt into Leesha's face. Leesha's tongue delved into Amber's slit, lapping at the primed folds of flesh covered in juice. Amber's clit was erect and extended from its hood. When Leesha took it between her lips, Amber bowed her back, straining for orgasm. Her arousal was so intense that it actually held the climax off for dozens of seconds more. Leesha brought her hands up and penetrated Amber with two fingers from each hand, massaging her pussy lips and pressing against the sensitive spot inside her vagina.

The dam broke and Amber started to thrash in ecstasy. Leesha pushed herself closer, sucking on Amber's clit and pussy with a gentle, yet persistent pressure that prolonged the orgasm for over a minute. Amber received the full attention of a fully trained sex slave who was reveling in the pleasure she was providing. Leesha's own cunt was dripping and she felt an ache for satisfaction of her own. She hoped that Amber would be willing to reciprocate, but knew that any number of other slaves or trainees would be ready and willing.

As the captive's orgasm began to diminish, Leesha eased off, only using light caresses to soothe the excited tissues still quivering in Amber's pussy. Slowly, the climax faded. When Amber's body had finally relaxed, she started crying again.

"What's wrong, dear?"

"I'm so confused and frightened. I'm scared of dying in two days. I'm scared of living as a slave. I'm afraid of how my body is reacting. I wasn't just aroused by being spanked; I was so hot I couldn't stand it. What's happening to me?"

Leesha lay down beside Amber, cradling the frightened captive in her arms. "I know you are, I was too when I was a captive. Amber, you're going to make a great slave, even if you don't want to right now." Amber gave a sob at the comment. "It's okay to be scared. You've lost your memory and you're going to become something you think is horrible. That would scare anyone. I promise you, Amber, being a slave is something wonderful. I know you can't see it right now, but give us a chance to show you what is possible."

"Is it really so good, this being someone else's plaything?"

"It's not like that, really. Yes, we have to do what our owners tell us to do, but, once we're trained, what they command are things we enjoy. Service as a slave is such a joy."

"What's it like?"

"Being in service?"

"Yeah."

"The last time I was in service, I was owned by a merchant traveling to Zelaphon. He didn't speak Zelphanese and needed a translator. I sat in on his negotiations and he was able to get a fair price for his goods."

"He didn't use you for sex?"

"Oh, yes, he did. He couldn't take his mate with him and I was able to keep him company."

"You mean he had a wife, and he still had sex with a slave?"

"Does that seem strange to you?"

"I don't know. Maybe. I can't remember."

"It's okay, I can't either. I know that on Destran, men and women only have one mate, but mating isn't all about sex. It's more about sharing lives, thoughts, and emotions. Having sex with a slave is no big deal. In fact, on my last day in service to him, he and his mate shared me for sex. I was so tired when I returned."

"All night with both a man and a woman? I'll bet you were tired!" Amber actually laughed a little. Are they always like that?"

"No, each contract is different. Sometimes it's almost always about sexual service. I enjoy those a lot, but they can be tiring. If the Master or Mistress enjoys slaves in pain, it can be very hard service. Even then, though, the pain is worth the looks of pleasure on a Master's face. There are even contracts where sex is not expected."

"And you enjoy every contract?"

"Yes. Some more than others, of course. I'm not a saint, after all." Leesha's hand moved down to Amber's crotch. It was wet again. "Would you like some more?"

"No, not now. I want to think. I still don't want to be a slave."

"I understand. I'll be out for a while. Will you be okay?"

"Yeah. I'm going to think and then sleep. Will you wake me before Garth shows up?"

"Of course."

"Leesha, what's going to happen tomorrow?"

"You'll have a chance to see the nicer side of slavery. Today was the bad, so to speak. Tell me, do you still feel evil?"

"No, perverted maybe. I'm sure I was aroused because the thought of pain for myself turned me on. If I become a slave, that'll be something potential owners will be told, isn't it?'

"Yes, you're right. They do try to encourage owners to pick slaves that truly enjoy what the owner wants. It makes everyone happier. Don't worry, not only will the collar protect you from serious permanent injury, whippings like the punishment you saw today are very rare and strongly discouraged. If House Grantlo suspects that a potential owner would use a slave in such a way regularly, they will refuse the contract."

"Thank you for talking with me, and for spanking me. Will you get in trouble?"

"No, I don't think so. I'll have to tell Garth about it in the morning."

"I suspected as much. By then, it won't matter to me. I just didn't want to have him do it."

"Until the morning, Amber."

"Good night, Leesha. Leesha?"

"Yes?"

"Do you need relief?"

"Yes, pleasuring you has made me needy."

"Would you like me to...?"

"Only if you're really okay with it."




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"I...tomorrow maybe."

"I understand. It's early enough; one of the advanced trainees will want someone to practice on."

"Enjoy."

Leesha left. Amber lay there, thinking about what she'd said. It was true; Amber didn't want to be a slave. She just wasn't sure her body was in total agreement with her mind. Her hand slipped down to her cunt, slick with a new batch of lubricant. She found herself wishing she had a man to fuck her. With a sigh, she rolled over, putting her hands under her head, trying to keep from giving into her growing lust. She was successful, but thought, perhaps, it wasn't worth the effort.

Thank you Dani for the great proofreading job. Remember, folks, I love reading what you think, so leave feedback.



Amber's Enslavement Ch. 04







Amber's Enslavement Ch. 04



"You mean it's not all fun and games?"

"I never claimed it was. I said that slaves enjoy and are fulfilled by their slavery. No one likes every part of their place in the world."

"What do you dislike?"

"I don't like placing slaves in permanent contracts. My slaves, as I think of the ones I'm responsible for, are like my family. I feel like I've lost a son or daughter when one of them is placed in a permanent position."

"Do you think of me that way?"

"Not yet. Until you're collared, I don't let the feelings grow. If you should die and I felt that way about you, it would hurt more than I could bear."

Amber walked on in thought. In spite of herself, she was coming to understand how these strange people thought. She had no trouble believing that Garth loved his slaves. Unless there was an incredible amount of acting talent in this house, she had to believe that the slaves themselves loved what they were and did. She couldn't help but wonder if there was something to what they were telling her.

When they arrived at the dining hall, Garth directed her to a table with seven slaves she didn't recognize. The slaves stood and said, "Good day, Master." One of them added, "What can we do for you?"

As he uncuffed Amber and chained her ankle to the seat, he replied, "This is one of the new captives, Amber. I've given her permission to ask you anything she wishes. You're to answer her with total honesty. If she wishes to ask any other slave in the hall questions, bring them here and tell them what I told you."

"Yes, Master." Turning to Amber, the slave, a male human, hugged Amber saying, "Welcome. I know you're probably a little scared right now; we all were. We'll try to answer all your questions. Would you like something to eat before we start?"

Garth had moved away, leaving the room. "Yes, if you don't mind." She pointed at some meat rolls. "Those look good. May I have some of those and some fruit?"

"Mel, would you?"

"Of course, Tham. I'll be right back." The short, stocky, female slave rushed off towards the serving area.

"Do any of you remember your past lives?"

All of them shook their heads. The leader, as Amber came to think of Tham, replied, "No, the potion is quite effective. I remember nothing before waking that first time. I cried like a baby when I realized that I couldn't remember anything. I think it was over an hour before I knew that I was also chained to the wall. That had me crying for another period of time."

"When did you know that you wanted to be a slave?"

The slaves at the table looked at one another, apparently trying to decide who was to answer first. Tham, the defacto leader, answered first.

"I knew it by the end of the first day as a captive. The sex was great and there was nothing else, so I just went with it." He turned towards one of the females and added, "Yerna, your experience was different, wasn't it?"

"Yes, Tham. Amber, I didn't know I'd accepted slavery until I was collared and didn't fall asleep. Until then, I was as frightened as you seem to be now. I was sure I was going to die and was shocked when I didn't."

The other slaves all had their own experiences, similar in many ways, but all ending with their having come to accept being slaves. It also seemed that for some, such as Yerna, that acceptance came in two stages; living through the collaring, accepting it subconsciously; and accepting it emotionally and coming to terms with the fact of being a slave.

Yerna explained how it was for her. "You see, once the collar was on and I was alive, I didn't have a choice. The first few days of training were hard for me. I didn't think the collar had worked right. I was resisting my training and being a pain in the ass. I was punished a lot back then."

"How did you come to like it?"

"It was a combination of getting tired of the punishments and coming to enjoy the sex."

"Have you ever seen a captive reject slavery and die?"

Yerna and two of the other slaves looked sadly at the question. "Yes, I have. All three of us have. It's so hard to watch a slave die at collaring. They just fall asleep and a few days later they stop breathing. One I saw (there were two) was sharing my quarters and died in my room."

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry you had to experience that."

"It was sad. There's a rumor going around that you're very resistant to slavery. Are you going to die on us, Amber?"

"Yerna! We're here for Amber to question, not to question Amber. Report for punishment tonight after the evening meal." Tham was mad at Yerna's audacity.

Amber looked distressed. "No! Please, don't punish her. It's a natural question. Yerna, I don't want to die, but I don't want to be a slave. Today's made it so hard to maintain my hold on that. I've seen slaves doing things that are noble, good things. I've seen that my death will make others sad. I can feel my resolve slipping away. I don't know Yerna, I just don't know if I'll die. Can I ask another question?"

"Of course, anything."

"What don't you like about being a slave?"

She could see the looks of surprise on all the slaves' faces. Amber wondered if they'd ever thought about what was unpleasant about being a slave. She suspected that the slave training was as much about learning to love being a slave as it was about how to be a slave. She waited, counting on, ironically, their ingrained need to obey. One who hadn't spoke before answered first.

"Amber, I'm called Kazil. I don't like pain." The other slaves looked at Kazil in surprise. "Don't look at me that way. Why is it so surprising? Pain hurts. Of course I don't like it."

"But, symbiosis…?"

"Yes, I can orgasm from pain, but pain is still unpleasant. There are much better ways to cum. I know all of you truly enjoy pain, but I don't"

"Thank you, Kazil. I needed to hear that. Everything I've seen makes it look like slavery is this immensely blissful experience. You've all made it sound too good to be true. What about the rest of you? What don't you enjoy about your slavery?"

Yerna looked down, and then back up. "I'm not fond of pleasing women sexually. Don't get me wrong, I'm good at it and will do it anytime my Masters ask it of me, but it feels weird whenever I do. It's a little uncomfortable and I really prefer to fuck men."

With two slaves admitting their dislikes, the dam seemed to break. Each slave had something that they described at least as their least favorite part of slavery. The subjects were highly varied. One disliked the idea that she would have to serve with a physician. Another had problems with anal penetration. When they'd all answered, Amber asked another question.

"Haven't you ever told them about your problems? Don't you think they'd want to know?"

"I don't think it's ever occurred to me. I've always accepted everything that's been asked of me without thinking about if I'd like it. I've never thought about like and dislike. Why would the Masters care what I liked?"

"Garth told me that slaves are placed with Masters that fit the slave's profile. The slave's strengths and weaknesses are taken into account. Shouldn't your preferences be included as part of your profile, your strengths and weaknesses?"

She could tell from their faces that none of these slaves had thought that way. Amber recalled Leesha's answer the previous night. "Of course I don't (enjoy every contract), I'm no saint." Leesha was aware of what she did and didn't like. It hit Amber then; Garth had used her to further these slaves' training. "How many placements have you had; I mean outside of the house?"

When they all answered that they'd never been so placed, Amber knew she was right. Thinking about and acknowledging that there were parts of being a slave that they didn't enjoy was part of their training. Amber wondered how slaves were taught to think of those things in the past. Everyone was so shocked at Amber's resistance levels that this kind of questioning couldn't be normal.

The rest of the meal time passed with just small talk among the slaves. Garth returned and led Amber, bound once again, away. The rest of the day went much like the morning; seeing slaves engaged in non-sexual activities. Many of these were activities that Amber suspected she would enjoy doing if she was free. Leesha was waiting for Amber in their quarters. Once Amber was chained at her ankle and Garth had left, Leesha sat beside her.

"How are you feeling tonight?"

"Still scared, but it doesn't feel as strong. I still don't want to be a slave."

"Amber, remember when you asked me to spank you last night?" Amber blushed as she nodded. The memory of the arousal and sex that followed was intense. "I'd like you to return the favor."

"You want me to spank you?" Amber was incredulous.

"Yes. It would help you know whether you're a sadist or not. If you aren't aroused by spanking me, then you're definitely not a sadist."

"What if I am aroused by it?"

"Then you may be one, or you may not. I think a sadist would be unable to be aroused by anything else." 

In truth, Leesha had no idea what made one a sadist. Her goal was to reassure Amber no matter what happened. Amber bit her lip, thinking about what she'd been asked. Part of her wanted nothing to do with such things. Another part, however, was curious; would she enjoy spanking someone?

"Okay. I'll try."

"I'm glad. Here, use this paddle." Leesha retrieved the same paddle she'd used the previous night. "I'm going to stand against the wall like this." She put her hands against the wall and thrust her hips out, presenting her ass as a prominent target. "You paddle me. Don't hold back, I can take it."

"Do you…should I…are you going to cum?"

"If you want to do it long enough for me to do so, that would be great."

Amber picked up the paddle and stood behind Leesha. She gave a tentative stroke. Leesha took a deep breath.

"Harder, go ahead and give me harder. I'll need more to cum."

Amber gave another slap, this one leaving a slight redness behind. Leesha moaned invitingly, asking for more and harder. Amber hit Leesha's ass again, her strength increasing. When Leesha asked her not to stop between strokes, Amber started hitting Leesha repeatedly. Soon, Leesha's ass was bright red and little trails of pussy juice were running down her leg. Still, Leesha asked for harder strokes. Amber started to put her back into it. Leesha's moans increases in volume and sensuousness. Her tears ran in accompaniment to her pussy juice. When she came, Leesha sank to the floor, her body quivering in orgasm. A couple of minutes later, Leesha stood back up, her body gleaming with sweat and sex.

"So, are you aroused?"

Amber looked at the floor in embarrassment. "Yes, a little."

"But not as much as getting spanked made you, right?"

"Yeah, you're right. Does that mean I'm not a sadist?"

"In all likelihood." Leesha sat next to Amber, wincing as her ass touched the bedding.

"I'm sorry, that still hurts doesn't?"

"That's okay, it was worth it. Would you like comfort tonight?"

"It's a little surprising, but I would, just not from you. Don't get me wrong, you were fantastic, but I'd like a guy."

"You want to be fucked?" Leesha asked with a smile.

"You're not offended?"

Leesha laughed. "Of course not! I like a hard cock in my cunt too. I just didn't think you'd be comfortable with that yesterday."

"I wouldn't have been."

"I'll fetch someone."

"Leesha, human please?"

"Of course. Familiar is best at first. Think about that hard cock, thrusting in and out of your pussy while I find you one."

Amber laid back, her hand absentmindedly caressing her pussy lips. She wondered if this was to be her last fuck. She wondered if this was to be her first fuck. She knew her maidenhead was missing, but that didn't mean she'd slept with a man before. It wasn't long before Leesha returned with a male slave.

"Amber, this is Hastur. He'll give you what you want tonight."

"Hi, Hastur." Now that he was here, Amber found herself surprisingly shy.

"Amber, you're lovely. But, really, a slave such as myself enjoys all parts of sex. Would you steal from me the chance to build your arousal into a burning fire in your loins?"

Amber blushed as Hastur entered and sat beside her reclined form. His hand caressed her leg, drawing a shiver from her. Leesha backed out to leave the two alone. Hastur's hand moved up to rub Amber's belly. Amber's breath was coming in shorter gasps as she found herself becoming desperate for pleasure. Hastur hadn't even touched her anyplace sexual, yet her nipples and pussy were responding as if many hands were caressing them.

"God, what are you doing to me?"

"Giving you pleasure. Let yourself feel the need, the tension and the release. Sink into ecstasy."

"Oh yes, please, take me there. If this is my last night, let me spend it happy."

"Your wish is my command."

With that, Hastur increased his ministrations. One hand reached for her breast while the other cupped her head, pulling her into a kiss. His tongue entered her mouth while her nipple was stroked with the lightest of touches. Her skin was tingling with a thrilling sensation as they tasted of each other. Amber's arms grasped his body, trying to pull him closer. He slipped down her body, his mouth finding her other breast to lavish kisses upon.

Amber arched her back, thrusting her breast to him; as if to beg for his attention. He responded by taking the nipple in and flicking with his tongue. The combined sensations of sucking and tongue lashing caused Amber to cry out. She pulled his head tight, not wanting him to stop. One of his hands moved down to her pussy and lightly brushed the hair surrounding it. She screamed in ecstasy without cumming. Her body was covered in sweat and her pussy juice flowed freely.

Hastur kept up this assault on her body for some time, switching between her breasts and never touching her pussy itself. By the time he moved his head to her cunt, she was sobbing in pleasure, desperate to be taken higher, to cum. His hands gently pried her lips open, leaving a space for his tongue to work. When he took the first light lick, her back bowed and she came. As her pussy quivered, he lapped at her lips, gently soothing them while he enjoyed the taste of her cum.

Amber came down slightly, yet was unsatisfied. There was an ache in her cunt; an emptiness that wouldn't be satisfied with this orgasm. It needed to be filled, to be fucked hard and fast. She cried out, begging him to fuck her, to take her body and use it. Hastur's cock was hard and long. His training allowed him to maintain his erection until his Mistress was satisfied. He pulled himself up, his cock hovering about her sex.

"Do you want a little, or should I fuck you to oblivion?"

"Fuck me! Fuck me senseless. Make me delirious with ecstasy."

With that plea, Hastur rammed his cock into Amber's cunt, pulling her into a tight embrace. His mouth found hers again as he thrust into her repeatedly. Amber's arousal soared and she held on tight, as if to let go was to fall and drown. Within minutes, she came, her body shaking with intensity. Hastur didn't stop, but continued fucking her with abandon.

Amber barely came down before she rocketed up to another climax. Amber was panting, moaning with desire and exhaustion. Her clit and pussy ached from the hard use; but she didn't want to stop. She felt a need to experience the great bliss that was on the horizon. She knew she was possibly dooming herself to accepting slavery, but she didn't care right now. The last two days had been an emotional roller coaster and she needed peace. The only peace she could find was sexual bliss, so she chased after it.

A third orgasm hit her and Hastur began to slow. Amber cried out, "No, don't stop. Fuck me until I pass out. Fuck me silly."

Hastur resumed his fucking, plowing into her again. Amber was gasping, unable to breathe fully. She thrust herself against him, desperate for every bit of pleasure from this man. Her clit was practically in pain, so sensitive that it couldn't handle the constant friction it was being subjected to. She had no breath to scream out her fourth orgasm. Nearly delirious, she begged for more, for him to not stop. Leesha reentered the room, watching with concern on her face. She didn't interrupt, but stood ready to help in needed.

As Amber rose to those heights again, she gasped, "Cum in me, let me feel you in me." As her last orgasm hit her, Hastur let himself cum, emptying himself into her cunt. Amber's eyes rolled into her head and she passed out. Hastur pulled out and stood, his cock wet with cum and cunt juice. Leesha knelt and cleaned him with her mouth. Once she was done, she stood.

"I didn't expect that."

"She seemed unhappy and searching for it," Hastur replied.

"She's been more afraid of slavery than I've ever seen a captive before. Most captives settle down after the second day, but not Amber. I'll sit with her. I expect she might have a nightmare. Thank you, Hastur."

"It was my pleasure. I hope she accepts. Her passion will make her an exceptional slave.





Amber's Enslavement Ch. 04



Aurora was waiting for them next to the pools. Garth handed Aurora the leash. His words had the ring of formality to them. "Slave Aurora, I commend to you the future slave Amber. Wash her so as to be a suitable and pleasing slave for House Grantlo."

"Thank you for this honor, Master Garth. I will see that she is clean and pure, ready to enter service and training as a slave."

Garth walked off, leaving the two alone.

"Isn't that just the silliest ritual you've ever seen?" the cat woman asked of her charge.

Amber couldn't stifle a giggle. "I take it House Grantlo lives on formality?"

"Not always, but today is one of high ritual. I keep thinking of red ribbons tying everyone up and keeping them from doing what needs to be done."

"Aurora, I'm scared and nervous."

"I know, I can smell it on you. It's all right to be frightened. No matter what happens, you'll change today. Do you know which change you want?"

With a sob, Amber answered, "No, I want and don't want both. What do I do?" The last came out as a wail.

With surprising gentleness, the predatory slave clasped the captive to her breast. "Don't do anything. Just let it happen. What will occur will do so no matter what anyone else wants. Amber, if you go to sleep, I'll be proud of the strength that allowed you to remain firm to principles you once held dear but have forgotten. If you live, I'll welcome a fellow sister in service. Nothing today will be about sadness, not for me."

"You don't think I'm off my rocker?"

"Of course not! You're confused by having what I think of as a bad food choice. You can eat poison or you can eat your friend. Both will have a good and bad effect. Dying will be your ending, but it will affirm something you believe so strongly that you remember its importance without remembering what it is. Slavery will turn your back on a deep held belief, but save your life. Even when it's an unconscious choice, it's a hard one to make, isn't it?"

"Yes, it's so hard. I don't know what I want."

"That's because you want both and neither. Come; let's wash away the fear, if we can."

Aurora led her into one of the soap pools. The warm water felt soothing as it rose to fill the pool. Once their bodies were covered, Aurora began to wash the oils and dirt from Amber's body. The clawed hands went about their task with infinite softness. Amber felt her arousal start to build at the touch. She'd long since become used to the fact that she was easily aroused. At Aurora's request, Amber immersed her head, allowing the soapy water to saturate her hair. The vigorous scrubbing on her scalp brought a head full of suds into being.

Once she'd finished the primary washing, Aurora let her hand slip down to Amber's pussy. Amber spread her legs in invitation and Aurora stroked the protruding lips with her fur covered hand. Aurora's other hand held onto the locked cuffs, supporting Amber as her legs lost strength in the increasing pleasure. Amber let herself go, sinking into the feelings growing in her body. Her first climax arrived without Aurora ever penetrating her or touching her clit.

"Don't stop, please keep going. Let me feel bliss. Drive the fear away."

"Of course, you have only to ask."

Aurora hugged Amber close and plunged her fingers into Amber's cunt. There were no caresses this time. Amber's pussy was fucked with a vengeance. She gasped at the force, her hands writhing helplessly behind her back. She buried her face in her lover's fur as she reached another orgasm. Her body rocked, causing waves in the pool that splashed against the rim.

"More?" the cat woman asked.

"Yes, please."

Aurora gripped Amber tight and tickled Amber's clit with the side of a claw. Amber screamed at the intensity of the sensation. Her body rocketed to unbelievable heights as she came again. Not stopping, Aurora pulled racking sobs from Amber as she fought to continue and stop the maddening pleasure and pain that was washing over her. It was only when, four orgasms later, Amber was gasping non-breaths in exhaustion, that Aurora stopped.

"Are we feeling better?"

"Oh God, yes. There's no room left to be afraid. If I live, I want to return the favor sometime."

"I'll remember that promise. Come, we need to wash a little more, rinse, and dry you."

They barely finished by the time Garth had returned. From the baths, he took her to a room Amber didn't recognize. Inside, four slaves took her, after another ritual of some sort, and rubbed some kind of fragrant oil into her skin. By the time they'd finished, Amber's skin gleamed with sensuousness.

Her last stop surprised her. Leesha and Bressala were there. The ritual caught her by surprise.

"Leesha, guardian of the captive, I place Amber once again into your care. Bring her to the appointed place. Bressala, trainer of this future slave, I charge you to teach Amber the ways of the slave. House Grantlo awaits her in the collaring hall." With that, Garth left them, unclipping her wrists and taking the leash with him.

"Amber, are you ready?"

"Is anyone ever ready?"

"I suppose not. You need to wear this."

Leesha brought forth a one-piece gown of white. It went over her head and covered her from neck to feet. Bressala answered her questioning look.

"It's part of the ritual of collaring. When the collar is placed on you, you'll signify your acceptance of slavery by disrobing in front of the entire house."

"Great, one more thing to make this a pressure-filled day. What if I don't? What if I go to sleep?"

"Then you'll stay in the gown until you die, and we'll send you to the heavens as a clad-free woman."

"Is it going to be much longer?"

"No, Garth wasn't speaking hollowly. The entire house awaits your presence; yours and that of the other three captives."

"Let's go."

With the two slaves at her side, Amber walked towards the great hall. Entering it, she saw that the other three captives were already there, flanked by two slaves each, presumably the guardian and trainer for each. She was led to the end facing a man she'd never seen before. He spoke.

"Who have you brought before me?" he asked of the group at the other end.

"Lord Grantlo, I bring you the captive Yungil to be enslaved by your hand."

"Very well."

He approached, a collar in his hand. With an air of formality, he placed the collar around the captive's neck with a loud click. A few seconds passed and the slave pulled his gown over his head and knelt before his new Lord. The ritual repeated itself two more times until he stood before Amber.

"Who have you brought before me?" he asked again.

Leesha spoke up. "Lord Grantlo, I bring you the captive Amber to be enslaved by your hand."

"Very well."

The Lord of the house stepped up and placed the collar around Amber's neck with a click. Amber immediately fell asleep and was caught by a sobbing Leesha and Bressala before she hit the floor. Murmurs of sadness and shock broke out in the hall. Leesha cradled Amber as she sobbed at the loss of a dear friend, known for far too short a time. Through it all, no one noticed Amber's eyes moving rapidly beneath her lids as she dreamed…

To be continued…

Thanks to Dani for the great proofreading job, especially keeping me straight on the spelling of the characters' names. Let me know what you think of my stories. I love to get feedback.



Amber's Enslavement Ch. 05







Amber's Enslavement Ch. 05



"We're going to the city of Ravenshore. The journey will take us through the void."

He had stopped, anticipating their horror at his words.

"I'm a pathfinder. That means I know the secrets to traversing the void. While traveling on your own would indeed be deadly, with me it is nothing more than a day's journey through a meadow."

"So people can live in the void?"

"Live, not really; they can travel in it though for short distances. The danger is becoming lost. A pathfinder's job is to not get lost."

"Have you ever been lost in the void?"

"The only people who become lost in the void are dead men. Come, I don't have all day."

The trek to the barrier was short. Gavin didn't even break stride as he walked into the swirling colors that made up the energy screen that kept the chaos of the void at bay. The sight that greeted them was like nothing they had ever imagined, let alone seen, before. Colors, every color of the rainbow, sparkled in front of their eyes. The girls couldn't see more than ten feet in front of them. The kaleidoscope seemed to make up the very air they were breathing. The air was warm, much like a summer day that wasn't too unpleasant. The most unpleasant thing about the void was the dryness. Within minutes, both girls were thirsty.

Gavin stopped after just 15 feet of walking. Setting his pack down, he pulled water bottles out and let each of them drink their fill. Afterwards, he put them back.

"Turn around, both of you. I need to bind you more securely."

Amber tried to explain, "Sir, we won't run away, I promise."

His hand lashed out, smacking her face. "Quiet! Let me make this clear. You're both slaves and you'll do as you're told. Now, turn around."

Amber turned around, wanting to avoid another bout of pain on her face. Gavin pulled out leather cuffs and fastened them on each of the girls' wrists, then clipped the cuffs together behind their backs. He then added two leather collars that buckled tight on their necks. Leashes were attached. He took a pole and placed it into what Amber assumed was the ground and tied their leashes to the pole.

Putting a curious contraption over his eyes (Amber had no idea what eyeglasses were), he instructed them, "Stay here and don't try to move. If you do, you'll become lost in the void. I have something I have to do."

After Gavin had moved out of sight, Theresa asked, "Amber, what's going on? This doesn't feel right."

"It hasn't felt right since I turned 18. He's treating us like property, isn't he? Is that how your mom was treated by your dad?"

"No, my dad loved my mom."

"Mine too. I wish I knew more about the rest of the world. Have you noticed that our lessons left some pretty important stuff out?"

"Yeah, I did. I assumed it was so we wouldn't freak when we were little. Are you okay? I know you've only had a week to adjust to the whole wife-slave thing."

"Not really. I've been dreading the lottery since before my birthday. I wasn't sure why, I just knew that it wasn't anything I wanted to be part of."

The girls fell silent, each lost in thought. They had no idea how much time was passing. The usual clues: the length of the shadows, the position of the sun, what people around them were doing, were all absent. It was a little over an hour before Gavin returned. When he did, he wasn't alone. Behind him, led on leashes from their own collars, were the twins. Their hands were bound behind them with cuffs as well. The second twin was leashed to the collar of the first.

Gavin forestalled any questions with a curt, "Quiet, no talking." He deftly attached Theresa's leash to the collar of the second twin while Amber's leash was attached to Theresa's collar. Once the pole was back in his pack, he led the girls deeper into the maelstrom of flashing color. Gavin seemed to have no difficulty with where he was going. Soon, there was a barrier in front of them again. Without hesitation, Gavin led the girls through the barrier, out of the void.

Their relief at being out of the alien environment was cut short by the sight of their new one. The first thing to hit them was the noise. There was an omnipresent roar of some sort that undulated in volume and intensity. The smell followed closely. The air stank. The closest equivalent that Amber could come up with was the noxious smell that accompanied a tallow candle. While similar to the odor of burning, rendered fat, the actual smell was worse.

As her eyes adjusted to the no less bright, yet much whiter light, she saw a scene from a nightmare. Buildings were everywhere, laid out in a confusing sort of order. Worse was what traveled between these buildings. Metal monsters belching smoke from their tails rolled on round legs. It was these that made all the noise. The roar was the accumulated sounds of each monster added to make the cacophony that assailed her ears.

"Welcome to the city of Ravenshore, your new home, slaves."

"When will we meet our husband-masters?" the twin in the lead asked.

"Husbands?" he laughed. "You're not being married. You're slaves and will be working in a government run brothel."

Amber cried out in horror and tried to turn and run back through the barrier. The leash brought her up short. In making the attempt, however, she saw something that filled her with a greater horror. In her town, the barrier had been concave, surrounding the town in a circle. The barrier around…no, around was the wrong term…in Ravenshore was convex, as if it encompassed the void rather than the city. The void didn't surround Ravenshore, Ravenshore surrounded the void!

"It was all lies, everything we've been taught," she whispered.

"You're absolutely right, Amber. Your home town is nothing more than a breeding farm for sex slaves. The disparity in births was programmed into your DNA."





Amber's Enslavement Ch. 05



The first man came in just a few minutes later. He was fat; there's no other way to put it. He climbed on Amber and she felt like she could barely breathe. He thrust his cock into her cunt, causing her to cry out at the flash of pain that accompanied her hymen breaking. Not aroused in the slightest, Amber cried during the entire fuck as her pussy lips were painfully rubbed. It didn't take him long to cum. Once he had, he simply dressed and left, ignoring the bound woman with the blood between her legs.

Shelia came out of the back room and used a cloth to clean Amber off. With a shallow pan to catch what came out, she also used a bulb of water to wash out the inside of Amber's cunt. Blessedly, Shelia coated Amber's pussy with a slick gel, making the rest of the fucks far less painful. A couple of the men even managed to make the physical sensations somewhat pleasurable.

Thirty-five men fucked Amber that day. After her virginity was gone, her lessons moved on to fucking men and making it pleasant for them. She learned how to ride on top, show enthusiasm she didn't feel, how to fake an orgasm, and how to make cleaning herself with her fingers look erotic. In the afternoons, she saw from six to ten clients. While it was rare, there was the occasional client that took the time to give Amber a true orgasm.

It was a month after her arrival that something happened that changed her world. The man was her seventh client of the day. There was something different about him, but Amber couldn't place just what that something was. Perhaps it was the way he seemed to not be in a rush for sex.

"Tell me, slave, what's your name?"

No client had ever asked Amber her name before. If they called her anything, it was simply slave. She answered, "Amber, Master."

"Do you enjoy it here?"

"Master, I…"

"Don't answer that. Of course you have no right to enjoy it or not." He brushed her hair to one side, caressing her face as he did so. "Don't hide how you feel; never hide yourself."

With that, he began to caress her body, putting her hands back at her side when she tried to return the caresses. She felt something she hadn't felt since she'd been in the lottery. Amber felt loved. She was convinced this strange man was arousing her because he cared about her, not because he thought it would make her a better fuck. Without ever touching her sexual zones, this man had Amber writhing with sexual excitement. When he bound her hands to the head of the bed, it didn't feel like a punishment, but like a game.

Once she was bound, the man started caressing her breasts and pussy. The touches were feather light at first; just enough to tease. In short order, Amber was pleading to be fucked. Her cunt ached with an emptiness that she had never known before. She felt like she would die if she wasn't filled and taken. Her tears of frustration finally came to an end as he climbed over her and thrust into her cunt. She gasped with an ecstasy she'd never experienced before. One orgasm wasn't enough to satisfy this build up of pleasure and she came a second and third time before he came in her.

Afterwards, he untied her and held her in his arms. Amber cried in a mixture of gratitude and sadness. Never before had her pleasure mattered so much to the man, yet never again would it; that she knew. He'd given her a taste of what sex could be and now he would leave.

"Amber, would you like sex to always be like that?"

"Oh yes, Master."

"I don't know if I can ever help you, but if you have the chance, go to the void and I'll take you away from this."

"The void, Master? The void is death."

"Not for me. I come from the void."

"How…?"

"That's not important. Do you see this?" He held up a small stone he had retrieved from his pants. Amber nodded. He touched the stone to her arm and Amber felt a tingle that spread over her entire body. "Now I'll know if you ever enter the void. If you do, I'll come for you."

Amber looked confused. How would she ever get to the void? She was a prisoner in this brothel. Still, the very thought of going with this man created a bright spot in her soul. "Master," she asked with some trepidation, "what's your name?"

He chuckled. "Call me Venturer. My time is up. Remember, I'll find you in the void."

He left; leaving Amber with a pleasant memory and a mystery she didn't dare share. Amber knew that even talking about taking a slave was punishable by death. The slave that allowed herself to be taken from slavery would be tortured to death. She savored the pleasant memory, using it to get through the parade of thankless clients who fucked only to get off.

Another month had passed, though Amber didn't know that. Time had little meaning in the brothel. Each day was much like another. Clients came and came. She was trained to be taken anally and was soon servicing men with every part of her body. On this particular day, she'd just finished with her sixth client. A quick wash down and douche later, she met another man. As soon as she saw him, she was afraid. He just looked vicious.

"Lie down, now!"

"Yes, Master."

Amber lay on the bed. He took rope from the toy cabinet and bound her to the corners of the bed. Amber had never been able to open the cabinet. She couldn't even find it when she was alone. She was occasionally surprised by what clients found inside. This time the surprise was horrifying. The evil man pulled a wicked looking whip out.

"Please, Master, don't hurt me."

"Scream, you slut!"

With that, he brought the whip down against Amber's body. The burst of pain was excruciating. Amber obeyed his rhetorical command and screamed from the top of her lungs. The whip came down over and over again. Welts former on her belly, legs, and breasts. Each time she heard the swish, Amber flinched in fear of her face being hit. Her arms and legs ached from her trying to pull loose to escape the never ending pain.

Amber wasn't aware of the whipping stopping until another slave came in and untied her. Amber curled into a ball, sobs racking her as she fought the pain that still ravaged her body. She was unaware of her body being washed or of being told there would be no more clients that day or the next. Eventually she fell asleep, her sobs and the pain sapping her strength. The next day she found her morning meal in her room. Eating was an agony as she was forced to move her body. Then it happened. The lights went out. It wasn't the dimming of evening, but a sudden blackout. She also caught the faint click of the door lock.

Biting back her moans, Amber walked to the door and found it unlocked. His words came back to her, "I'll know if you ever enter the void. If you do, I'll come for you." Amber didn't know if it was possible, but death would be preferable to having to face such a client again. With a burst of determination, Amber pushed her door open and walked slowly into the dark hall outside. Calling on two-month-old memories, she tried to retrace her path into the brothel.

Fortunately, the path hadn't been complex. Amber was surprised that she ran into no one in the hallway. She didn't know that there was a fire somewhere else in the building and everyone who wasn't a slave was trying to either fight the fire or escape with their lives. Soon she was pushing the door to the outside.

The sun was high in the sky. Amber didn't see anyone nearby. While she didn't know where she was; Amber was in an alley that was only used to make deliveries to the brothel. Instinctively, she knew that trying to escape in the daylight would only lead to her death. Looking up and down the alley, she saw a large container of some sort. Looking closer, she saw that it was made of metal and had a lid on top that could be lifted. Crying at the pain it took, she lifted the lid and saw piles of refuse. She figured this was a good place to hide and crawled in, reopening her welts and wounds as she did.

Inside the trash bin, she could see a crack of light. When she heard someone come close to the bin, she threw trash over herself just in time to not be noticed by the young man who emptied a trash can into the bin. The day passed slowly and Amber was in agony from the open wounds and the filth that was getting into them. She waited as long as she could after it got dark, but after the fifth bug crawled over her, she bolted from the bin; the lid slamming loudly behind her.

The alley was dark. She could see a little light at the end. It wasn't bright, but it was there. Her form darkened by the refuse that'd stuck to her body, Amber crept up to the end of the alley. She once again encountered that strange orderly chaos of paths between buildings. Her heart sank as she realized that she couldn't see the barrier and didn't have a clue as to which way to go. One of the metal vehicles announced its approach with that roar they all made and she ducked against the wall in a shadow.

With nothing better to do, Amber picked a direction and just walked as straight as possible. She didn't know it, but Ravenshore actually had eight void areas in it, evenly spaced around the city. The only way to kiss one was to wander in a circle. It only took an hour of avoiding vehicles before she saw the barrier. It wasn't the same one she had come from, but neither did she know that nor did it matter. What mattered to Amber were the guards.

The barrier was mostly surrounded by a fence. This was for the safety of the citizens, as the void actually was dangerous to those without the right gear. It was the nature of the void to interfere with one's ability to navigate. Getting lost and dying of starvation or thirst was a very real possibility. The only accesses were guarded by two men. Amber hid near some bushes and pondered what to do.

She knew she couldn't force her way past them. In her naked state with a slave collar on, they would peg her as a slave, obviously escaped. She had two things, she assumed, going for her. First, for whatever reason, Ravenshore didn't light their streets at night. The only light was from the stars and a nearly new moon. Secondly, Amber assumed, correctly, that no one expected anyone to try to purposely sneak into the void.

Amber crept closer. When she was as close as she dared, she took a branch that she had snapped from the bush and threw it as far as she could away from the entrance, against the fence. She nearly cried out from the pain the throw caused her, but was overjoyed to hear the branch rattle the chain. Even better, both the guards looked up and walked towards the sound.

Waiting until they had left the circle of light at the entrance, Amber broke cover and ran as fast as she could towards the barrier. She was seen halfway there, but the guards, caught totally by surprise, hesitated just long enough for Amber to run through the barrier, leaving them speechless. Once in the void, surrounded by the sparkling colors, she came up short and she stood for a minute, wondering what to do. She knew she'd only run a few feet past the entrance and had to get farther away, so she started walking in a straight line, figuring anyplace was good as long as it was away from the barrier.

What she didn't know was that it was impossible to walk a straight line in the void. Soon she was walking a corkscrew path that took her closer and then farther away. She trusted Venturer to find her; he'd promised he would. When he did, she was nearly scared out of her wits. He literally walked out of the lights and grasped her in his hands. She screamed.

"Quiet!" he whispered. "They're looking for you. I'm glad you were able to…Gods! What happened to you?" He had just noticed the wounds on her body.

"A client whipped me. I escaped and hid in some trash until night."

"Amber, we need to get you to a healer. But, I have to tell you something and then you have to agree to come with me."

"Of course I'll agree. It's…"

"No, Amber, you can't agree until you hear me out. We don't have much time, so listen. The place I'm going to take you is another world, another dimension. More importantly, I'm not taking you away from slavery." He held up a hand to forestall her question. "I will be taking you away from this travesty of true slavery. Slaves here in Ravenshore are treated as less than things. No one cares about them and they're considered expendable. It makes me sick each time I come here. In my world, slaves are adored and cherished. We'll train you to give and receive sexual pleasure. You'll be a sex slave, but it's a life that anyone would envy you for. You'll be kept healthy, free from abuse, and everything you do will result in pleasure and joy."

"Is that even possible?"

"Yes, very much so. No slave comes to Destran, that's what my world is called, unwillingly. Everyone is told what to expect and makes their choice to come and be enslaved. Ravenshore is unique in that the captives we take from here are already slaves. Most choose to leave the worlds where they're free to become our slaves."

"Please, don't lie to me. Tell me the truth."

"I am, Amber. Being a captive of Destran is a wondrous thing. You'll be protected, cherished, loved, and trained right. There's one other thing. You'll forget your past. The first day you awaken on Destran, you'll be a blank slate. It makes the training so much easier if you forget everything you knew."

"Forgetting this would be a joy. My choices seem to be, stay here and be tortured to death as a runaway slave, or go with you, forget everything and take a chance that the slavery on your world will be better than here. That's a no brainer. Take me to this Destran."

The Venturer pulled out a small stone and concentrated on the healer's quarters. A beam of energy sprang from the stone and a hole in space opened up. As it grew, Amber could see a room on the other side. Someone was standing in the room, naked, next to a raised bed. She looked startled at the appearance of the hole. When the hole had grown to six feet across, the Venturer led Amber through.

Immediately, Amber was assaulted by waves of dizziness. She was aware of voices around her.

"Good Gods! What happened to her?"

"She was brutalized just before she escaped to us. She said she was covered in trash. I thought it best to bring her directly here."

"You're right. We have to treat this now if there's any chance of the fixative working on her. What's her name?"

"Amber."

"Amber, I'm Dawn. I have to give you the memory erasing potion. Will you drink it?"

"Please, I feel like I'm dying."

"That's just gate shock. It always happens on the first trip through a gate. Will you drink the potion? It'll put you to sleep and you'll wake with no memories of this…evil that happened to you."

"Yes, please, I want to live. I want to live. I wan to…"





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Chapter 6

First Lessons

 "Master, it's time to wake up, Master." Justilia gently shook Inclon as he sat face down at his desk, scrolls unrolled beneath his head.

Inclon's eyes opened. He was suddenly aware of hunger pains and a dry mouth. He pushed himself up in his chair and rubbed his face. Sometime during the night someone, most likely Justilia, had capped his ink bottle and put his quill away. As he finished waking, he remembered what he'd been doing the night before.

Amber had fallen asleep two days ago, saddening the entire house. Inclon was convinced now that there was something wrong with the memory potion; something that allowed Amber to remember enough of her past, if only subconsciously, to create a dread of slavery so strong that she would rather, in her heart of hearts, die.

In the light of day, after his body forced itself to catch up on its sleep, the conclusion he'd come to seemed preposterous. Yet, there could be no other explanation. Alchemy was, like all magic, a precise science. The proper reagents mixed in the proper way would have the results they were supposed to have. The potion should have worked to subdue every memory, and every connection to those memories, that Amber had of her past. The only way it could fail was if the potion had been made with the wrong mix of ingredients. Inclon had even calculated the most likely wrong recipes that would allow a captive to access memories in some way.

The problem was that the memory potion wasn't made a dose at a time. One batch could last for over a year's worth of captives. If the potion Amber had taken had been mixed wrong, it would've been wrong for the last seven month's of captives. That meant that whatever the problem was with the potion, it was one that only affected some of the captives. That's where knowing about Calufrax and the conditions that Amber was taken under pointed the way. The potion was just a little weak. In normal captives, the memories stayed unreachable. In Amber, with the extremely strong associations her recent memory had, there was enough bleed over to allow a sense of her memories to come through; enough to give her those strong feelings of knowing.

So, Inclon had drawn a dose of the same batch that Amber had been given and tested it. It was perfect. There was nothing wrong with the potion in any way. All the reagents were present in the correct amounts. The forensic stone showed that the mixing methods had been textbook. The potion should've worked perfectly, blocking all access to Amber's memories. Yet it obviously hadn't. Inclon found himself on the cusp of having to accept the impossible. On another world, what he was faced with would have been called Occam's razor. He'd eliminated every other possibility. The only one left was so improbable as to be unworthy of consideration. However…

Knowing only one way to test this impossible solution, Inclon rose and left the room. Justilia looked perplexed as her Master left without a word or acknowledgement of her presence. She knew something was seriously wrong and followed after Inclon. He would need her, she was certain.





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"That's it, Amber, you can stand up again."

"Thank you, Mistress. Mistress, it happened again."

"You're aroused?"

"Yes, Mistress." Tears formed in her eyes. "Is this going to happen every time?"

"It might. Does it bother you?"

"Yes, Mistress. It's very embarrassing."

"It shouldn't be. Amber, you're a slave now. You'll be doing things far more…open and revealing…than being spanked to arousal. Imagine lying on a bed with a dozen people looking at you while you shamelessly bring yourself to the edge of orgasm and hold it for over an hour."

"Oh my God. Mistress, I'd just die."

"No you won't. That's part of what your training is about. Not only do you have to be able to perform sexually, you have to be able to do so without embarrassment as well. I intend to have you proud of your arousal when you're punished. The downside today, of course, is that when it's a true punishment, such as now, you're not going to cum afterwards. An orgasm would defeat the whole purpose, wouldn't it?"

"Yes, Mistress, I can see that."

"Let's see what Thebes and Yolanda are up to."

Bressala led Amber to where the other two slaves were. Thebes was taking a wooden cock into his mouth and lavishing attention on it with his mouth and tongue. Yolanda was licking at a wooden carving of another woman's pussy. Yolanda was moaning with some discomfort, though Amber couldn't see why. Both slaves knelt up with their legs spread.

"Yolanda, are you having difficulty?"

"Yes, Mistress. The tingles are beginning to get painful."

"They're supposed to get that way if you take too long to pleasure the aids. Let me see what you're doing."

Yolanda bent back towards the aid and started licking at it again. Bressala looked close as the trainee did. Her practiced eye caught the mistakes Yolanda was making after a short while. She let Yolanda continue for a while, until her discomfort started again.

"Okay, that's enough, Yolanda. Yolanda, watch me carefully. First, I'm going to imitate you exactly." Bressala bent to the same artificial pussy and started licking at it. She could feel the tingles that the device made when the user wasn't licking at it properly. When she stopped, she instructed, "Yolanda, I'm going to do it properly now. See if you can see the differences." Bressala bent back and started again. The tingling stopped in short order as she matched the required actions. She continued until the pussy had a warm, pleasant feeling, signifying the completion of the sequence. "Did you see the difference, Yolanda?"

"Yes, Mistress, I think I did. Shall I continue?"

"Yes, spend another half hour at it." Bressala turned towards Thebes. "How are you doing?"

"Mistress, I completed three times while you were away."

"Very good. You're ready for testing. I'll set something up for you tomorrow. Thebes, stand up. Amber, kneel before Thebes."

"Yes, Mistress," they both answered. Amber's response was filled with tension.

"Amber, I want you to please Thebes with your mouth. I'm tying your hands behind you to keep you from the temptation of using your hands." As she continued talking, Bressala looped cord around Amber's wrists and tied it off.

"Mistress, what should I do?"

"Do whatever comes naturally for you. This is a preliminary evaluation. I want to see what we have to work with from you. I know you can't remember having any sex before captivity, but your muscle memories will be intact. That's why you can still walk and talk. Just do what you think he would like to feel. Thebes, no cumming for ten minutes. I want to see plenty of her technique."

"Yes, Mistress."

Amber thought back to her time in the brothel. While she'd hated the training she'd received there, she did remember the techniques she'd been shown. She started using those techniques on Thebes.

"She's actually quite good for a beginner, Mistress."

"I see that. Three more minutes."

"It won't be a problem, Mistress."

"Amber, this is your first lesson. A slave always swallows and she swallows everything. When Thebes cums, you need to swallow all of his seed."

Amber wondered what Thebes tasted like. Untold swats from the crop in Ravenshore had taught her to swallow. As she was moving her mouth up and down Thebes' cock, Amber had a thought. Just how different was it here from her past? Wanting to know as soon as possible, Amber increased the suction she was using; unaware that Thebes had already completed his first levels of orgasm control. Twelve minutes after she'd started, Thebes came, spurting cum into Amber's mouth.

Amber flexed her cheeks out and forced quite a bit of cum out her lips to drip down her chin and drip onto her breasts. Amber looked up with pleading eyes.

"Mistress, I'm sorry; I tried."

Bressala knelt beside her trainee, putting one arm around her. "Amber, it's okay. You haven't been trained yet. You'll need to learn this, though." Bressala used a finger to scoop up some of the spilled semen and brought it to Amber's mouth. "Here, let's clean up the spill. I'm not going to punish you for being unable to do something before we talk about and show you how to do it."

Tears filed Amber's eyes as she realized just how different her training was to be here. Ravenshore had taken a virgin and expected her to have already mastered a wide variety of sexual skills. House Grantlo took a frightened young woman and was going to lovingly train her to be the best sexual creature they knew how to be. Amber was still a slave, but this was just so different from what she'd experienced already.

"I'll do better, Mistress, I really will. Can I practice some more?"

Bressala chuckled as she answered, "Yes, we'll have plenty of chances for you to practice. First, however, I want to see how familiar with a woman's pleasure you are. Come with me."

Bressala helped Amber to her feet and led her to the main bedroom. Kneeling Amber at the foot of the bed, Bressala lay down with her feet drawn up to her ass, her legs splayed out. The pose had her cunt open and available. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked at Amber.

"Amber, lick at me and bring me to orgasm. Just do what you know how to do."

"Yes, Mistress."

Amber bent down to the pussy before her. There was only a small amount of hair, nicely trimmed, above the lips and clit. The pussy itself was glistening with lubrication and Amber could actually see the clit poke its way past the hood. Having no idea what to do, she took a tentative lick at some of the fluid. The taste could only be described as musky. More juice replaced the amount she'd licked at. She took another lick and was rewarded by a quiver in the pussy lips.

Bressala kept her overt reactions stilled as she watched the clearly inexperienced slave's tentativeness. This wasn't to say that Amber wasn't pleasuring Bressala; she was. The level of pleasure wouldn't result in an orgasm anytime soon. Slowly, however, Amber's attention became more pronounced and energetic. Bressala smiled. Amber may not have much skill, but she had the one quality that was nearly impossible to teach; enthusiasm. Bressala let Amber work on her for 20 minutes before shifting just enough to provoke clit contact and hiss. Amber took the hint well and focused on Bressala's clit, driving the trainer to an orgasm five minutes later.

Amber knelt back up and moved her jaw around, trying to ease the strain of 25 minutes of constant licking. Her face was covered in Bressala's juices, some of them dripping down her face.

"Nice, Amber. I can tell you've probably never done this before, certainly not often. I can also tell you wanted to please me. That's the most important thing for a slave. When you truly want to bring your Master pleasure, you'll always be able to find a way to do so. Come here, dear."

She pulled Amber down on the bed and licked the female fluids off Amber's face, savoring her own flavor. While she did, she caressed Amber's back and sides, letting the slave feel the affection and approval Bressala had for her.

When she'd finished, she asked, "We have some time before the midday meal. Would you like to learn some basic techniques?"

"Oh yes, Mistress."

"Let me introduce you to the basic training aid."





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"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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Thank you Dani for the great editing job. Let me know what you think about my story, I love to get feedback.



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Back in her room, Amber pulled the anatomy scroll out and waited the few seconds for the writing to change for her. Bressala noticed the pause and asked, "Amber, why do you do that?"

"Do what, Mistress?"

"Wait several seconds before you start reading."

"It's to give the writing a chance to change for me, Mistress."

"What do you mean, change for you?"

"You know, Mistress. When I first open the scroll, all the writing is gibberish. In a few seconds, the collar changes the words for me. I guess it really translates them for me. Anyway, I can't read it until the change happens."

Bressala gave Amber a confused look. Bressala had no memory of having to wait for the translation from the collar. When she opened a scroll, it was in her own tongue, every time, without fail. She wasn't planning on doing anything more about it, but recalled that Garth wanted everything strange in Amber's training reported. She'd been on her way to tell Garth about the need to punish Amber during a training session; this would be just one more thing to mention.





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Chapter 8
Truth and Consequences

Inclon jerked awake at the touch to his shoulder. "Master," Justilia whispered. "You should go to bed, Master. Your back will give you no end of grief if you sleep at your desk again."

The sage looked up at Justilia's tense face. He knew what she was worried about. Inclon wasn't young anymore and his bones and muscles were prone to pain when he didn't take care of himself. Wearily, he looked at the notes he'd been working on last night and sighed when he realized he couldn't remember just what he'd last been working on.

"You're right, Justilia. I can't even remember where I left off. Bring me a cup of Melrose and then you can help me relax. While I'm sleeping, would you find out how Amber's doing in her training?"

"Of course, Master. I'll be right back."

*****

When Amber woke up, she didn't feel rested at all. The dream stuck in her memory, haunting her with what she'd been doing for the last month. With each lie, Amber found it harder to go on. With each lie, it seemed as if Bressala struggled even more to believe it. Her ability to feign enjoyment for her training was stretched to the limit. While there were aspects she enjoyed, or would have if not for the constant knowledge that she was keeping secrets, more and more of the training went past what the brothel wanted. Each time that happened, she needed to be punished as part of her training to get over the conditioning that had been imposed on her in Ravenshore.

Amber went through her morning ablutions like a zombie; something that had become normal for her. Thebes and Yolanda tried to engage her in lighthearted banter, but failed to bring a smile to her face for yet another time. Once the morning meal was finished, Bressala announced a new subject for Amber's training.

"Amber, we're starting your orgasm training today."

"Orgasm training, Mistress? Don't orgasms come naturally?"

"They can, and we hope they come that way as often as possible. No, orgasm training is actually a combination of controlling when you cum and being able to cum when the pleasure you're getting is not enough, or totally absent."

"Like pain/pleasure symbiosis, Mistress?"

"Symbiosis training is the culmination of orgasm training. No, we start by teaching you to find pleasure enough to cum when your Master or Mistress isn't providing it, yet clearly expects you to. Thebes, Yolanda, show Amber what I mean."

Yolanda lay down on the sleeping pallet with her legs splayed. Instead of bringing his mouth or cock to bear, Thebes simply caressed her pussy and tits with very light strokes. Amber could see immediately that such touches were incapable of bringing Yolanda off. Incredibly, Yolanda started to writhe on the pallet, as if she was fast approaching her climax. Several minutes later, Yolanda gave a squeal as her body shook.

"She faked that very well," Amber thought to herself. "That shouldn't be too difficult."

"Okay, Amber. Lie down and we'll show you what you're up against."

Amber laid down and spread her legs. Yolanda got between Amber's lags and started licking around Amber's pussy, but never actually touching it. Amber could certainly see why this would be a problem. There was no way Amber would be able to cum. She waited a few minutes and started imitating how she thought she acted when her arousal was increasing.

"Amber, do you find this arousing?"

Amber's lie of, "Yes," left her mouth without even a thought. Yolanda looked up in shock and Bressala motioned her away from Amber.

"Amber! A slave never lies to her Master or Mistress. Just what were you thinking? It's clear you aren't aroused."

"Mistress? But...what...that's...I thought that's what I was supposed to do; convince a Master that I was enjoying him."

"No, you've missed the meaning of my words completely. We're not trying to train you to fake your Master. We're planning on showing you how to take such insufficient pleasuring and actually cum from it. The penalty for a slave lying in house Grantlo is a whipping; one on par with Carli's demonstration punishment. Slaves are entrusted with so much on Destran; they simply have to be above reproach."

"I'm sorry, Mistress. I didn't realize."

"What bothers me is that you just assumed that we wanted you to deceive. Amber, have you ever been lied to by another slave?"

"No, Mistress."

"Exactly! None would even think of it, especially about sex. Where did you get the idea that we wanted you to lie?"

"I don't..."

Amber broke down, unable to utter that same lie yet again. Her control lost, she broke down into deep, wracking sobs; crying in grief at the pain she'd suffered and brought to those around her. Bressala was right: no one from Destran had ever lied to her; from the venturer who first contacted her in the brothel in Ravenshore, to her trainer and fellow slaves. Bressala held her close, letting the tears flow; realizing what could be the only explanation for things.

"Amber, this isn't the first time you've lied to us, is it?" the trainer asked, once Amber's sobs had eased. Amber nodded, unable to force the words out. "What is it, dear? Why did you think you needed to lie; to hide the truth?"

"You'll...Garth will...I'll be killed if anyone finds out."

"I promise, Amber, no one's going to kill you. What is it? What are you hiding?"

"I remember."

The way she said the word made its meaning clear. It was hard to believe that the potion had indeed failed, but her memories might very well explain much of Amber's difficulty in training.

"How long have you had them?"

"Ever since I woke from my collaring. I dreamed of my past, and when I woke, I remembered."

"Is this why you're having so much trouble with your training?"

"Yeah, but it's not like you think. I was a slave then too, but it wasn't like here. They were cruel and we were worth nothing. I was trained by being beaten until I did it the right way."

"And we're trying to train you in different ways." Amber nodded. "That explains much. We have to tell Garth, Amber. You'll have to be punished as well."

"I know. I want to be. I've been so torn up inside with all the lies. I wish I'd never started them; that I'd just told the truth the first time."

"I know. Come. Let's go see Garth."

As Amber was led through the now familiar corridors, Bressala whispered instructions to her. "It'll be best if you tell him what you did wrong and ask to be punished."

"Mistress, I don't know if I can. I'm so scared."

Bressala stopped, grasping Amber by the shoulders. "I understand how frightened you must be. Being punished is never fun, and the punishment for lying is severe. But, how much of what you're feeling is guilt?"

Amber felt tears running down her cheeks. "A lot, Mistress. I'm so sorry."

"I know you are. Think on this. How will you feel if Garth tells you, 'that's okay, we know you're sorry.'?"

Amber stared, her mouth open. The very thought of being treated so lightly horrified her. She remembered how much she feared her father's punishment for misdeeds; and how much she was relieved when they were over. Once punished, it was forgotten and forgiven. The worst thing her mother could ever have done was to utter those dreaded words, "Wait until your father gets home." That statement condemned her to hours of guilt before that dreaded, cleansing punishment. The expression on her face answered Bressala's question.

"You see, you need to be punished, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress. I understand. I'm still frightened though."

"Of course you are. I'd be shocked if you weren't. Amber, I know you're brave." She held up a hand to forestall Amber's denial. "Bravery isn't being unafraid. It's doing what you're afraid of when you have to. I know you're brave because you've overcome your fears of punishment to train successfully. You can do this. Are you ready?"

Amber nodded and the pair continued. Soon they were outside Garth's quarters. Bressala brushed the curtain and led Amber in after the command to enter was heard. Amber walked forward, trembling with every step. She sank to her knees and bowed her head.

Garth looked up at Bressala with a raised eyebrow. The trainer nodded towards Amber.

"Amber, what do you wish of me?"

"Master, pl...please...pun...punish me."

"What do you need to be punished for?"

"I've been lying, Master; for months."

Garth stared at Amber, his eyes wide. He knew immediately what Amber had lied about. It would explain much. "What, Amber, were the lies." His voice was soft and gentle, trying to reassure Amber.

"I...I remember, Master. I remember everything. I have since I woke in the collar."

He cupped Amber's chin in his hand, turning her face towards him. "Is this why you've had so much trouble with your training?"

"Yes, Master. I remember Ravenshore and the punishments there. They punished any deviation from the right methods. Bressala's training is in different methods and I keep remembering not to change."

"Why didn't you tell us what was happening?"

"I was afraid that you'd send me back or kill me."

"Amber, slavery is for life on Destran. You can't be killed, not legally or practically, and you can't be sent back. I guess we're stuck with you," he said with a smile.

"Yes, Master. Master, will you punish me? I don't want to be punished, but I think I need to be."

"Very well put, Amber. You will be punished. It'll be harsh. Lying is one of the worst things a slave can do. Come with me."

Garth stood and Amber followed him out of the room. Bressala followed them, smiling in pride at her trainee. The punishment room was only a short distance away and the three were there in a short while. The slaves they passed on the way knew that someone was to be punished, but no one followed. It was the rare punishment that was public.

The inside of the punishment room was surprisingly inviting. There were several sleeping pallets lined with soft cloths. Near them were low tables with jars of ointments. If not for the whips and paddles on one wall and the binding frame in the middle of the room, one would think the room was one meant for luxurious sex.

Amber knew what to do from the demonstration she'd witnessed earlier. She walked to the frame and let Garth strap her in. By the time her fourth limb was bound, Amber was trembling in fear. Bressala caressed her face and kissed her.

"Be brave, my little slave. It'll be over soon."

"Yes...Mistress."

Bressala stood back and Garth, who had retrieved the number three whip, lashed the first blow out. Fire burst from her back and Amber screamed in pain. The second lash followed shortly and her scream was even louder. Her arms and legs pulled against the bindings involuntarily. After several more lashes, Amber was sobbing convulsively. Blood was running in small rivulets down her back. At the end of 15 lashes, Garth stopped and Bressala moved up to release Amber and help her to one of the pallets.

The collar had already closed the wounds, stopping the bleeding. Bressala took the ointments and began rubbing them into Amber's back. The salves soothed the pain, reducing it to a mild ache. Amber continued to cry for quite some time, her tears releasing the anguish she felt at her misdeeds. When her crying had abated, Bressala handed Amber a glass with a sweet liquid in it.

"Drink this, Amber. The collar heals you, but it does so by drawing energy, mana, from you. This will help restore what you've lost and let the healing happen faster."

Amber sipped the liquid, then gulped it feverishly. The cool juice soothed her sore throat, gone ragged from her screaming. She could feel a tickling sensation beneath the underlying pain in her back. Her muscles twitched at the sensation.

"That's the healing taking place. The wounds from the whip are closing in front of my eyes. How are you feeling now?"

Amber's look of incredulousness soon faded as she realized that the pain was fading. "Not as bad. This thing really works, Mistress."

"Almost everyone has trouble believing that it'll work on them until the first time it does. Now, how are you feeling, Amber."

"Mistress...I feel forgiven. I also feel so stupid. I should've trusted you all. I should've told the truth from the start. My mom used to say, 'If you tell the truth, there's less to remember.' It's been so hard."

"That's in the past now. The truth is out and we can work with it."

Garth had cleaned the whip and put it away. "Bressala, take Amber back to your quarters and resume her training. However, Lord Inclon will probably want to talk with her soon."

"Yes, Master. Come along, Amber."

*****

Inclon woke up, his back stiff. Justilia was there with a steaming mug of warm juice. She smiled and handed it to her Master as he sat up in the bed.

"What are you dosing me with, Justilia?"

"Just a pain reliever, Master. Nothing to impair your ability to work."

"Very good. I think I need a bath before I start back at those scrolls."

"Right away, Master."

Justilia went to fill his bath. Inclon sipped the juice, letting the potion that had been added soothe his aching muscles. He knew he was working too hard, but the implications of what he'd discovered in the scrolls were monumental. With his mind fortified from sleep, he realized what he'd been missing yesterday. The changes in mana levels in the reagents were predictable. The formulas could be adjusted over time to keep them working at full efficiency.

He thought it fortunate that the memory potion had been created when the strength of the mana in the reagents was at its most powerful. Had it been the reverse, the potion would've left slaves brain dead when the mana was stronger. At least now, it was simply a case of memories being available where they shouldn't. Traumatic, but not deadly.

He joined Justilia at the pool and allowed her to clean him. She knew his age meant that sexual activity would be limited and that he preferred evening trysts. Once Inclon was dry and dressed, he went back to his desk and started plotting the changes in mana concentrations. The pattern soon became clear. Mana concentrations followed the timing of the burning times. It was as if the heat from Fron burned the mana out of the reagents. That couldn't actually happen, of course. Mana couldn't be destroyed, only moved. It was also hard to understand how the changes took place steadily. Fron had no affect on the climate for more than 50 years. Were mana concentrations that sensitive? If they were, why didn't seasonal changes in temperature affect mana levels?

"Master? Garth is here to see you."

"Oh, bring him in, Justilia."

"Lord Inclon, I have news about Amber."

"Oh, have her memories returned?"

"Not exactly. Her memories have been back ever since she woke up. She'd been hiding it ever since for fear that we'd kill her. It finally came to light."

"She's been lying to us for months?"

"Yes, Lord. She's been punished already."

"Good. This makes sense. My research shows that, given her pre-capture past, her memories should have broken through by now. What effects will this have on her training?"

"Her training has already been suffering. Bressala has had to use excessive amounts of punishment to complete more and more aspects of her training. I'll have to question her about what she remembers and why it's in the way."

"Fine. Send her to me. I want to know what she's experienced as well. The Venturer's report can't tell us everything. I want to know what happened in that brothel. My research shows that only particularly intense memories could have broken through the weakened potion."

"I'll see to it, Lord. Lord, is the potion failing?"

"Yes and no. The formula needs to be adjusted from time to time to keep it at full strength."

"Are the secondary effects being affected by whatever's causing the memory erasure to be diminished?"

"I'm not sure. Have there been any reports of changes?"

"Well, Amber, before she was collared, was insistent that her responses to sexual stimulus weren't normal. The potion is only supposed to heighten a slave's sensitivity. The change shouldn't have been enough for her to notice, even if she did have her memories."

"That bears looking into. We certainly don't want slaves so sensitive to sex that they become practically addicted to it."

"Yes, Lord. I'll send Amber to you."

*****

Amber was surprised when Bressala didn't lead her back to their quarters. Instead, Amber found herself outside of Marlena's room. They entered after being invited in.

"Bress, Amber, what brings you here?"

"Marlena, Amber told us that she's remembered ever since she woke from the collaring."

"Amber, you remember? You lied?"

"Yes, Mistress. I'm so sorry. I was punished."

"I see that. I wasn't going to ask. Are your memories why training is so hard?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Now we have to figure out how to adjust her training in light of what her memories are," Bressala added. "But to do that, Amber, we have to know just what those memories are and how they're affecting you."

"I understand, Mistress. I was born and raised in Billa. That's a town on Kafta; at least I believed it was. So much ended up being lies that I don't know what's true anymore. The void surrounded our town and only so many people could be supported. There were also so many more girls born than boys. So every year, all the girls who reached adulthood were subjected to the lottery. Some would stay in Billa, as the wives/slaves of the boys that had become adults. The rest were taken through the void to other towns, or at least that's what we were told. In reality, Billa, the void, the other towns; we were all slave breeding farms for Ravenshore. I was taken to a slave brothel and trained to give men pleasure."

"Just how did they train you? I can't say I think much of it from what I've seen."

"They had these things, much like our training aids, but not magic. I had to practice on them until I got it just right. Every time I did anything other than exactly what I was shown, they used a crop on me. I learned pretty quickly to do it right or suffer."

"I see. That's horrible. That's no way to train a slave. How can a Master enjoy your company if you're that afraid of punishment? Amber, are you afraid of being punished here?"

"No, Mistress, not in the same way. There, I was terrified of the pain, of not being good enough. Here, I'm afraid of disappointing you. I want to please my Masters. But, I've been so afraid of doing sex with men wrong that I just can't change..."

"...without being punished into it. Tell me, what was sex with the...Masters...is it?"

"Clients, Mistress, not Masters. They paid for a short time with us, to do whatever they wanted. We weren't valued there; we were just a body to fuck. The night before I escaped and found the Venturer, a man paid to beat me bloody. I could've been killed. If a man was pleased with us, we weren't punished. If they complained about anything, the crop was used on us. I learned to do whatever the men wanted."

"I see," Marlena whispered. "Bressala, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Yes, it should work. This Ravenshore place sounds like the epitome of evil, but we can use how they've programmed Amber."

"Mistress, what do you mean? You're not going to use their methods are you?"

"No, not use them. Take advantage of what they've done, in a way. It hasn't been done that way for ages, but it can work." At Amber's look of confusion, Bressala explained. "Amber, if I'm understanding you right, when you're with a man, the most important thing is to make them happy, correct?" Amber nodded. "Did you ever go against your training because a man wanted it different?" Amber nodded again, a smile coming to her face. "Exactly, you need to be live trained. If a man wants some new method from you, you'll do it, just to avoid the crop, right?"




Amber's Enslavement Ch. 08



"Oh, Mistress, yes, that's right. That's what they taught me. Can you train me that way?"

"Yes, so long as we don't have to train many slaves with live training. The boys wouldn't be able to keep up with it otherwise. As it is, we'll have to borrow males from other trainers. I'm sure they'll sacrifice themselves to help you train," she added with a sly grin. "Come on; let's see if this will work. I have a new trick to show you for oral."

Amber hurried after her Mistress, hopeful that her training would once again be able to progress normally. They didn't make it as far as their training room before Garth found them and sent Amber to Inclon's office. While not as fearful about her fate, Amber still entered the suite of rooms with some trepidation.

Justilia saw her worry and tried to reassure her. "Amber, Master Inclon isn't going to punish you. He wants to hear what you remember and try to understand why you, of all the recent captures, overcame the potion. Just be honest and answer all his questions as best you can."

"I know, and I will. I'm just nervous. He seems so terribly important."

"I don't know about the terribly part, but he is important. Go on, he's waiting for you. Remember to kneel when you reach him."

"And ask how I may please him."

"Very good. You're going to be an excellent slave, Amber."

Inclon started by asking Amber what she remembered of her past. She told him the same things she told Bressala and Marlena; though he asked far more questions, especially of the training methods used in the brothel. Like the two trainers, he was appalled at the harsh and careless methods used; and the valueless status slaves had in Ravenshore. He could also see how such methods, when applied to someone as innocent as Amber had been, would leave lasting mental scars. Such scars would definitely interfere with her training. Inclon suspected that they would do so even if she hadn't recovered her memories.

"Amber, Ravenshore is not what slavery is about on Destran; do you understand that?"

"Oh yes, Master. I realized that from the moment I could remember. Everyone here believes I'm worth something. Mistress is kind when she trains me. I've been punished, but it's not the same as it was there. I was even asked if I wanted to be a slave."

"Why did you say yes?"

"Master, I wanted out of there. I'd do anything to escape the brothel. They let someone beat me to a bloody pulp. While I didn't know that I'd be losing my memories, that wouldn't have stopped me. Did every slave get asked if they were willing to be a slave?"

"Yes. Amber, we used to have unwilling slaves, but the death rate from collaring was high, almost 50 percent. That was hundreds of years ago. When mind magic was first developed, we hired mages to probe the minds of the surviving slaves to try to find out what made them survivors. What we discovered shocked us. Nearly 90 percent of the collaring survivors had a desire to be controlled. The mage called them natural submissives. Further investigations revealed that every one of those who died weren't that way. House Grantlo decided that willing slaves that always survived was a better way to go. It didn't take more than a decade or so to demonstrate that these willing slaves made better slaves; easier to train."

"If we're all willing, why take our memories away, Master?"

"It turns out that even those who are natural submissives have doubts. When self-identified submissives were collared, some still died as their doubts betrayed them. A few weren't really submissive and had fooled themselves. Those are the ones that still die today. For the rest, it turned out that their memories of their pasts fed the doubts in their minds. The potion takes those memories away and saves them."

"Master, may I ask another question?"

Inclon raised an eyebrow. That she asked to ask meant she was afraid her question was forbidden or impertinent. "Of course."

"Does the potion do anything else to me?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Master, ever since I've been here, my body reacts too strongly to sex. I feel pleasure stronger and get wetter than I used to. My orgasms are stronger than I remember too."

Inclon thought that was interesting observation. It seems that the secondary effects of the potion were enhanced rather than diminished. It never occurred to him to try to lie to her. "Yes, there're ingredients in the potion to enhance one's enjoyment of sex. It's not supposed to have as strong of effects as you describe. It looks like the same thing that made the memory suppression weaker made the pleasure enhancing effects stronger."

"Is that dangerous, Master?"

"I don't think so. It just means you'll want sex even more than a typical slave."

"Yes, Master. That's not a bad thing, is it?"

"No, not at all," Inclon chuckled. "You should get back to your training. Bressala should be able to find a way around your blocks, now that she knows what she's dealing with."

"She already has, Master. I'm to start live training."

"Ah, the boys will like that."

"They will if I have anything to do with it, Master."

"That's the right attitude. Train well, Amber."

"Thank you, Master.

Inclon watched the young slave scamper off, seemingly happy with her lot in life, in spite of her memories. Once she was gone, he frowned as he thought of her future. While Inclon hadn't lied about anything he'd told Amber, he hadn't told her everything. There was another reason why use of the memory potion was adopted. When they had their memories, even slaves who willingly chose slavery, were less happy with their lives and were harder to train. The knowledge of what it was like to be free, to make your own choices about your life haunted those who chose this life. Amber may well experience periods of depression; or at least sadness for what she'd lost. He hoped that it wouldn't get so bad that the collar would put her to sleep before her time.

*****

Heversham Ranslan looked over the scrolls that Brotin had given him. The wily scribe had not only copied the scrolls for Inclon, but had compiled an analysis of the results. It seemed the mana levels in many of the reagents used in alchemy varied over time. Even more surprising was that the cycle seemed to coincide with the orbit of Fron, the second sun; the same sun that was the source of the Burning times. It was clear why the Wizard's guild required the alchemy guide to be recycled every 50 years. With the guild the only possessors of the knowledge of the changes, their potions would always be superior in quality; just the right strength without being too strong or weak. If this got out, the Wizards would have a serious public relations problem. The question had to be asked, "What else had they been lying about?"

He looked up at the roof of the tunnel the clan was traveling through. With the Burning times well under way, all travel between enclaves had to pass through the tunnel system; at least that's what the wizards claimed. Was the burning time dangerous? That much Heversham knew was true. He'd seen the result of someone venturing out into the sky fires. It hadn't been a pretty sight. Yet, it was the claims of the wizards that no magic could protect from the fires. What if a potion could be made that protected from the sky fires completely? It took magic to maintain the safety of the tunnels; magic that the governments of Destran paid heavily for.

The clan was en route to the clan moot. Every Burning time, the moot decided how to divide the subterranean trade lines. The tunnel system didn't allow for much in the way of competition. Clan Leader Ranslan hadn't decided whether to bring this issue up to the moot. If he did, it could change the face of Destran society forever.

*****

It took Bressala all of five minutes to know that live training was going to work for Amber. The slave in training was sucking on Thebes' cock, employing the new technique with nary a flinch or whimper. In fact, Amber's enthusiasm was reminiscent of her early training days. Thebes was struggling to hold himself steady against the combination of caresses to his balls and the light teeth action to the head of his cock. Intense bursts of pleasure jolted his body each time Amber dragged her teeth across the tip of his prick.

"Okay, now add the humming."

When a moaning hum purred from Amber's throat, Thebes cried out and came, several spurts of cum pouring into Amber's mouth where they were quickly savored and swallowed. Amber lavished a couple of more minutes on Thebes' cock until she was sure she'd cleaned it and extracted all the cum she could from it. She looked up at her trainer, smiling at her success with the new technique.

"Very good, Amber. I think we've gotten over the hump with your training."

"I think you're right Mistress. I have a lot more to learn, don't I, Mistress?"

"Yes, quite a bit more. I plan on starting you on orgasm control soon."

"Orgasm control, Mistress?"

"Learning to control when you cum and don't cum. A slave should be able to hold their own pleasure in until their Master gives them permission, and they should be able to cum on command."

"Mistress, how can someone cum on command? What if they're not ready to cum?"

"Amber, order me to cum for you."

"Mistress?" At Bressala's stern look, Amber imitated her trainer's command voice, "Mistress, cum for me!"

To Amber's shock, Bressala stiffened and shook, her pussy leaking fluids to run down her legs. A moan escaped her lips and Bressala's body flushed with sexual excitement. A minute passed before Bressala opened her eyes and smiled at Amber. "Thank you, Amber. You too can do this, with the proper training. I think you're ready to start helping Yolanda and Thebes with their orgasm control training. I want you to pleasure Yolanda orally until she cums. She'll be trying not to, so make sure you're in a comfortable position. If she orgasms in under an hour, I'll spank you and then have Thebes fuck you to at least two orgasms. If she lasts the hour, I'll spank you and restrain you from pleasing yourself."

"Mistress, that's wicked. Do I have a chance?"

"Of course. She'll be playing for similar stakes as well. Now get started."

Amber looked over at her sister slave and licked her lips. Amber had long since accustomed herself to the fact that she was aroused by pain. The promise of a spanking and then a sound fucking had her excited. Yolanda spread her legs, bending at the knees and spreading them to the side. Amber lay down between Yolanda's legs and brought her mouth to the wet pussy in front of her.

She heard the timing stone being tapped and started to lick. Long months of training were brought to bear and soon Yolanda was moaning softly under Amber's now expert attention. She started by licking at the outer cunt lips, encouraging them to spread open while leaving a sheen of moisture to replace the wetness she had removed. Once the inner lips were exposed, Amber lavished attention on them. Near constant strokes of her tongue were interspaced with her drawing them into her mouth and tugging with her own lips at them (Amber knew this was a favorite type of attention for Yolanda). Every time Amber's mouth sucked on those pussy lips, Yolanda gasped and her hips raised off the mat slightly.

By now, Amber's face was covered in the plentiful juices that Yolanda was producing. Deciding the time was right, Amber moved in closer and probed Yolanda's cunt with her tongue. Yolanda was open and ready, her pussy sucking Amber's tongue in. Amber could feel the tension in Yolanda's muscles as she worked to keep her orgasm at bay. Amber pressed herself against those muscles, making the tension work for her. Each time Amber pressed her tongue against the taut muscles in Yolanda's pussy, the more experienced slave would groan and pant, arching her back a little to fight down the waves of pleasure Amber was inducing.

Amber had no idea how long she'd been licking at Yolanda's sex when she made her move on the gasping woman's clit. When Amber swiped her tongue across the erect bundle of nerves, Yolanda screamed, tensing her entire body with back bowed. In no time, Yolanda's pussy ached from trying to keep rigid against the wave of ecstatic sensations radiating from her clit. Amber was unrelenting. Taking the clit between her lips, she fluttered her tongue across the head and Yolanda lost it. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her body collapsed against the pallet to shudder in orgasm. Amber kept up her ministrations, drawing Yolanda's climax out as long as possible.

When Amber looked up, she saw the timing stone was nearly all red. In fact, it flashed red only a few seconds later. He face glistened in Yolanda's fluids and her tongue licked at what she could reach. Thebes helped Yolanda sit up. The panting slave hugged Amber and licked at her own wetness covering Amber. In spite of losing the little contest, Yolanda was happy that Amber had come along so well in her training in pleasing women.

"Yolanda, you were so close."

"I know, Mistress. It's that clit flutter that gets me every time. Did I last longer this time?"

"Yes, not more than a minute left on the stone. Thebes, would you fetch the number 2 paddle?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Thebes ran off while Bressala turned back to the two trainees. "Yolanda, I'm going to couple your penalty with some more bondage training. Turn around please."

Yolanda did and Bressala bound her arms behind her back, pulling them to the small of her back and tying the strap to the back of her collar. Thebes returned with the paddle and handed it to the trainer. With one hand supporting Yolanda on her belly, Bressala gave the slave ten strong swats, leaving it bright crimson. Amber couldn't tell if the glistening pussy juice on Yolanda's cunt was new or left over. From the moans, she assumed it was new.

"Your turn, Amber. Lean against the wall."

Amber had done this before and leaned against the wall, her hands at shoulder level. She trembled slightly in a combination of anticipation and nervousness. The promise of being well and truly fucked afterward helped ease the latter. When the swats started, tears flowed from her eyes. Amber was easily brought to tears from the pain. She had also come to be, over the months of training, much more aware of her state of arousal. Her desire started to climb from the first blow. This time, however, something was different.

Normally, Amber's arousal from pain crested far short of climax. This time, she soon passed the level she was used to hovering at and kept climbing. When Bressala stopped at 20 blows, Amber cried out, "No, Mistress, don't stop. I'm so close. Please, more."

Bressala saw Amber's trembling body and realized that something special was happening. She started slapping Amber with the paddle some more and mouthed, "Number three," to Thebes. The slave ran for the harsher paddle and held it out to his trainer. Bressala tossed the first paddle to the side and grabbed the new one in a single fluid motion. With barely a break in the pain, the studded side of the new paddle came down and Amber arched her back, crying out in pain and pleasure. Amber's pussy quivered with each blow. Her clit seemed to absorb the rebounding impact of the paddle for its own and throbbed in ecstasy. Twenty blows later, Amber's screams changed to those of climaxing and her body shook as her orgasm caused her to sink to the ground. Thebes caught her and gently powered her to the pallet.

The three slaves smiled widely as they watch Amber accomplish something that hadn't been done for over ten years; spontaneous pleasure/pain symbiosis. Thebes brushed the hair from Amber's face as she came out of her orgasm. Amber looked up with a face filled with awe and surprise.

"Wow! That was so..."

"...fantastic?" Bressala completed. "Amber, this is so wonderful. You've achieved symbiosis without training. Very few can do that."

"Mistress, I had no idea. It hurt so much, but it felt good too. Did you know it was going to...?"

"No, I was as surprised as you were. If I'd known, I wouldn't have stopped. Amber," Bressala asked softly, "how do you feel right now?"

Amber thought a moment. "I feel like I'm at home; the place I belong. Is that what every slave feels like?"

"Yes, that's exactly what we feel like," Yolanda answered while Thebes nodded vigorously.

"Welcome home, Amber."

"Thank you, Mistress. I'm so glad I'm here."

Amber was truly glad. While her memories told her she agreed to slavery on Destran to escape the hell that was Ravenshore, her heart told her that she would've no matter what her circumstances had been. Here, in house Grantlo, Amber had purpose and respect. While she accepted the label of a slave, she knew that in reality, there was no one freer than she was at this moment.

The End

Thank you all for reading my story and for the patience you've shown in waiting for this chapter. This quarter at school has been extremely busy. Please let me know what you think of the story. Thanks also to Dani for her wonderful proofreading. And yes, there will be more stories from the world of Destran and Amber's new life.