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against
Nickel’s shoulder.
    “So that, when a man, Lord Snow or
some other man, does fuck you, it’ll hurt like hell and you’ll get no pleasure
from him. You understand me?”
    “Yes, ma’am. I will always give
you my best effort. You have my promise on that.”
    “Good. Now I’m going to see how
Apple and Lime fared with Lord Snow. You can come or stay. I don’t care.”
    Irene followed Nickel out of the
cell.

 
    * * *

 
    The muffled screams finally stopped and no sounds emanated from
the pleasure room for a long time. But Apple and Lime didn’t return yet.
    Irene sat with the other silent
slaves, waiting to see what would happen.
    She wondered if she had made Lord
Snow so angry and frustrated that he’d killed them. He could do it if he wanted
– they were his property to dispose of as he wished – but Irene
couldn’t imagine her old friend doing such a thing.
    But what did that mean? A couple
of hours ago, she couldn’t have imagined him being so expert with a strap that
he could cover Tamarind’s entire ass with an even, unbroken bruise, either. Or
imagine him making the two slaves, Apple and Lime
scream themselves horse in response to some kind of agonizing torture behind a
closed door.
    She wondered if other ladies
suspected that their husbands were capable of such cruelty or if she had been unusually
naïve.
    Then she wondered if her own
husband – ex-husband – James, beat his
slaves when he went out to his kennel. Extrapolating from all the other
gentlemen that she’d encountered as a slave, she had to conclude that it was
likely.
    The idea startled her.
    Then she had another epiphany. If
she’d known that he was capable of cruelty, she would never have dared put
herself on the auction block. Refusing to buy her had been the cruelest thing
that any gentleman had ever done to her, before or after enslaving herself.
    She was relieved to see the door
open and the two stray slaves emerge alive.
    They looked disheveled and acted
subdued. Exactly how Irene would expect women would appear after they had been
beaten into submission for over an hour.
    Lime raised her eyes and looked at
the other slaves waiting in the kitchen.
    Irene could see trails of sweat
and tears marking her cheeks. Her hair was matted against her head.
    “He was an animal,” Lime said.
    “A beast,” Apple confirmed.
    Irene looked for bruises but could
see none. She looked for dried blood but couldn’t see that, either.
    Apple slumped into an empty chair.
“I’ve never been fucked like that in my life.”
    Lime sighed. “He was hard as
steel.”
    “And it took him only a couple of
minutes to get hard again after he came,” Apple said.
    “He fucked me twice,” Lime said.
    “Me, too.” Apple looked
disappointed. Then she smiled softly. “But he was slower the second time. I
came three times before he was finished.”
    “I can’t believe that a man could get
it up four times in an hour.”
    “Was it only an hour?” Apple
asked. “It felt like days.”
    “It was a good thing that there
were two of us,” Lime said. “I needed a break between fuckings .”
    “Not that it was much of a break,”
Apple said. “It was so hot seeing him go at you that I almost came just
watching.”
    “I’ve never seen a man so … so
energetic. He was like a jackhammer. I felt penetrated all the way from my tits
to my toes.”
    “You screamed like a banshee.”
    Lime giggled. “I did, didn’t I? I
barely knew what I was doing.”
    “I know,” Apple said. “Nothing in
the world mattered when he was going at me.” She turned to look at Irene. “I
don’t know what you did to him in there, but you sure turned him on.”
    “To the highest setting,” Lime
said.
    Irene felt a flush of envy. She
wanted Lord Snow to fuck her like a beast. She deserved to feel like there was nothing
in the world but his cock thrusting deep in her cunt. She wanted to bask in the
contented exhaustion of multi-orgasmic afterglow.
    Nickel looked