Foreign Exchange (The Concubine Chronicles Book 1)
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"Here, observe," said Jalah. Her fingers closed on Liera's nipple, turned, twisted.
Liera yelped, aware of Taril's hand on her pussy, knowing that he could feel her response.
"I see," said Taril. "I suppose you're right." He let go, patted her butt. "It will nonetheless be peculiar to have the use of a girl who might have been a colleague, but I suppose that we all make our choices."
"We do," said Jalah.
Then Maash came in, and Liera bounded over. Maash was wearing her land-owner's cap, and riding boots, tight trousers and a loose brocade coat. She looked absolutely lovely. Liera kissed her boots, put Maash's right foot on top of her head, which she pressed down against the tile.
"Well," said Maash, chuckling. "You seem happy to see me."
Liera nodded, her head still under Maash's foot.
"Good," said Maash. She took her foot away, lifted up Liera's face, studied it, smiled again. And then she saw Jalah's cuff.
"Jalah," she said, "you are impossible."
Jalah had come over while Liera had made her owner welcome. She raised an eyebrow at that.
"It is far too much of a gift for a day and a half of use," said Maash. "And how shall it look when she's wearing that, and I have—"
"You are welcome, of course," said Jalah, and Maash grinned at her. "And if you wish to commission a bracelet to match, that can be arranged. Of course, it would be a very expensive piece of jewelry, if it were to be a proper match, but I am sure that your reserves can—"
Maash laughed. "You have a positive genius for sales, Jalah. I'll think about it."
The two of them were headed to the tables; Liera had been following them, when two men walked in, and she went to welcome them. It was the Krin, who gave Liera an absent pat on the head, and the Yail, who Liera recognized as Arith's husband. He was tall and slim and was wearing an absolutely magnificent green and blue robe, with dragons and starbursts embroidered on it. There was a lazy amusement in his eye when he looked at Liera, a hidden intelligence that made him almost as alarming as his wife.
"There are benefits to our foreign trade connections," he said to the Krin. He looked down at Liera. "Cunt."
She turned, lifted her hips. He laughed. "That was a description, rather than an instruction. But very nice, I'm sure." He turned back to the Krin, who walked with him over to the tables.
Liera turned to face the guests. They were arranged on small tables; Maash next to Jalah and the Krin at one, Taril and the Eraath at another, the Yail and Arith at a third. There was a space in the middle, where she had been chained to the ring; the floor there was open. On the sides there were tables with foods, and silver pitchers. She didn't know what to do, and looked up gratefully as Tsui came over, and clipped a golden chain to the clasp of her collar.
"Come, piglet," she said. "Let us introduce you to the guests."
Liera had thought that the introductions had been made, but she followed docilely as Tsui led her over to the table with the Yail and Arith.
Liera wasn't at all sure what she was supposed to do. Tsui sighed. "You really should be taught what to do," she said. "During the first course, you are to provide oral service, as an introduction. Start with the Yail."
The Yail smiled down at her, lazy, intelligent, cruel. She undid the front of his trousers; he was half aroused, no more. Liera looked up at him, and he slapped her stingingly across the face. "Go on," said Tsui, by her side. Liera took him in her mouth, began softly caressing his thighs, his balls. Slowly, he grew and hardened in her mouth.
"Whip her cunt," said the Lady Arith. "I am sure that she will whine and complain if you over-exert yourself, so by all means, continue until you hear complaints of that sort."
Which were the complaints that the Lady Arith had forbidden her to make. Liera did not take her lips and hands off of the Yail, but she looked over to the Lady Arith, who was giving her full attention to breaded partridge and red berries.
"And the retractors, if you don't mind," said the Yail. "If you encourage her to my specifications, I imagine that they'll be needed."
"Of course, sir," said Tsui. "Back on your heels, mouth open, piglet."
She hadn't bitten into the green lemon! This was unfair and unnecessary, and there was a sly amusement in the Yail's eyes, and a sidelong look from the Lady Arith, and Liera wanted to go over to Maash and curl up around her feet, and let her protect her from people like that. And she wanted to do whatever the Lady Arith and the Yail told her, as best as she possibly could.
The retractors were metal and fabric and springs, and they kept her mouth open. She leaned forward again, took the Yail in her mouth again. Tsui was behind her. She nudged Liera's legs apart with one bare foot, then adjusted the angle of her hips and back with her hands.
"Keep your toes off the floor, Liera," said the Lady Arith. "If you wish for the beating to be milder, or to stop, simply drop them down. You understand, right? Toes up, now. Yes! Just like that, good girl! And if you want the beating to be milder, what do you do? Right, on the floor, just like that!"
She looked over at Tsui, brightly. "She has such a good grasp of the language, too! What a clever little piglet. Now, toes up, and you may begin."
The first few swats hurt, but they weren't that bad. But it didn't take long before Tsui picked up the pace, and started hitting harder. Every so often, she'd check Liera's feet, but Liera kept her toes off the floor. Which made her knees hurt even more, putting all the pressure on them, rather than on her feet. It was terrible, and at least the Yail wasn't insisting on eye contact, because she was crying too hard to see anything. But she kept quiet, because she'd been told to, and also because the Lady Arith was probably next.
At last, the Yail started thrusting. Tsui's breath was getting a little ragged, too, but Liera trusted her; if she let her toes touch the floor, she wouldn't be hitting as hard, or she'd be using something a little less stringent than the short whip she was using. . . if Liera wanted, she could probably stop it all—Maash was there, and she'd listen to her.
But she kept off her toes, and sucked as best as she could. The retractors made it hard to get her lips on the Yail's cock, and her knees hurt, and it was hard not to jerk violently every time the whip landed on her pussy—across her lips, on her clit, wherever Tsui wanted it to fall. Finally, finally, his hands tightened on her hair, and he spasmed—once, twice, three times, pushed her away.
Only with the retractors in, she couldn't close her mouth and swallow. Semen didn't . . . it wasn't like ladies, who tasted good. It was harsh, and acrid, and she couldn't. "Ankoo lor or or ahtehnon," Liera gasped out, spitting out semen and drool with every syllable.
"Stand her up," said the Lady Arith, and as Tsui helped Liera back to her feet, a streamer of mixed come and saliva dripped down from her mouth, onto her breasts and stomach.
"What a lovely picture you make, Liera!" she said. "A model of Ossian womanhood and elegance, and a credit to our people."
She turned to Tsui. "I will perhaps use her later. For now, make her dance."
Tsui hesitated. "Yes, Lady," she said. "But she is not trained in the—"
"You are a flute girl," said Arith. "Surely you can make a girl dance for us?"
"Yes, Lady," said Tsui. "May I remove—"
"No," said the Lady Arith. "She will dance as she is."
Liera had danced a bit when she had been in university, and once she'd met Maash, Maash didn't go to clubs much. The sort of dances they wanted probably weren't club dances, either, and there was still that mess of come and saliva on her, in her mouth.
She coughed, and couldn't stop coughing, getting more of the come onto her chin, dribbling down between her breasts.
"Now please," said Arith, and Tsui started playing, a slow, sultry tune.
Liera started to sway, not sure what to do, trying to find something, some pattern she could fit into, some way of avoiding the Lady Arith's cruel laughter, Jalah's affectionate exasperation, the hard, flat looks in the mens' eyes. S
he closed her eyes, rolled her shoulders, posed—which provoked more laughter from Arith—shifted, twisted.
"This is the wrong music, I fear," she said. "The whip, flute girl."
"Yes, lady," said Tsui.
There was a moment when the music stopped—Liera stood uncertainly, not knowing if she ought to keep dancing—and then a whip caught her around her right leg, the one without the cuff. She yelped, spun, and Arith laughed, started clapping.
The clapping became rhythmic, and the others picked it up—Jalah, then the Eraath and Taril, then the Yail and Maash. And Liera danced, jerking away from the whip where it hit her, on her legs, on her arms, around her stomach and breasts and back; whichever way she turned, Tsui caught her, turned her again, the whip flicking in time with the clapping.
It didn't last long—a few minutes, maybe—but it seemed like it lasted forever, and when the clapping changed to less regular applause, Liera was panting, striped by the whip. "You may return to your knees," said Tsui, behind her. "And go to the Eraath."
The Eraath seemed to have enjoyed her dancing; he came out fully erect. And large. She took him in her mouth, or tried to; he didn't seem entirely satisfied. "Will its ass be available?" he asked Tsui.
"Yes, of course," she replied. "With the desserts."
"Hm," he said, and scowled down at her.
Liera looked up, tried to convey her willingness, desire to please him. It didn't seem to be entirely convincing. He grabbed the back her head, forced her down onto his cock.
With the retractors in, she couldn't—there wasn't any way to stop it. She gagged, tried to stop gagging; he pulled her back, but then back down. If she vomited, Jalah would . . . from the corner of her eye, she could see Maash watching while she talked to Jalah. Maash was happy, laughing, slightly worried. If Liera vomited, Maash wouldn't . . . she'd lose the happiness.
She relaxed as best she could, took the Eraath's length; she didn't have a choice—he was stronger than her, and he had a tight grip on her hair. But she relaxed as best as she could, tried not to show how close she was to failing. Tsui crouched down beside her, tweaked her left nipple, and then put her hand around Liera's throat, squeezing down on the Eraath's cock as he thrust inside of her.
He pulled out between each thrust, letting her breathe, his cock dripping with the thick saliva from the back of her throat. It was . . . uncomfortable, and difficult, and . . . well, there was the intensity in his expression, the tension in his arms. She wriggled against Tsui, who laughed, but didn't stroke her pussy, like Jalah had, when Liera'd sucked on the Krin.
The Eraath was big, but he didn't seem to have the sort of refined tastes of some of the other guests; he came hard, in one deep thrust, then pulled out, pushed her away. "Good enough," he said, after Liera made noises that were a bit like what Jalah had taught her to say after being fucked. "Probably should loosen it up before the dessert, though."
"Yes, lord," said Tsui. "I will be certain to."
Liera fought back a cough, and crawled over to Taril. She looked up at him, and he looked down at her.
"The clips, lord?" asked Tsui. "Or the whip?"
Taril hesitated, the muscles of his jaw working. Finally, he groaned. "Both," he said. "Light clips, and remove them with a whip, if you can."
"Yes lord," said Tsui. She patted Liera on the butt, comfortingly. "This will hurt a great deal, piglet," she said. "I believe you shall enjoy it."
Maash shook her head at that.
"Oh, it's very true," said Jalah. "She sniffles endearingly, and would ask for it to stop were she allowed. But pain of this sort . . . it is why the Lady Arith chose something differently distressing, I imagine—she prefers pain which is not so well enjoyed."
Liera wanted to argue, but she couldn't, and also, Tsui was putting the clips on, and they hurt like anything. Well, they hurt pretty bad, but Liera was absolutely sure that they were going to hurt more when they came off. With the whip? How was that even possible?
Taril wasn't quite as large as the Eraath, but he was . . . substantial, and his hair was thick and dark. He looked down at her, a smile at the corner of his mouth as the clips went on, and Liera moaned.
It would've been better if Maash had said no to Taril coming to the party. It was difficult enough, and Jalah was trying to match-make, and that wasn't right, because Liera was with Maash. Only in the last few days, Liera had also been with Jalah and the Krin, and also now with the Yail and Areth, and the Eraath. And . . . well, Maash wasn't going to marry Jalah, obviously, but maybe it would be okay with someone else also. But Taril?
At least Tsui hadn't put the clamps on her inner lips, or on her clit. Four clips, two on each of her outer pussy lips, spaced pretty wide apart. Then she moved Liera's thighs apart, and her hand was soft and sure. She stepped back and Liera kept sucking.
The whip was like a bolt of lightning; it hit the clip, and if it hadn't been for the retractors, Liera might have bit down. She definitely would've fallen if Taril hadn't been holding onto her head. It hurt so much; it was worse than anything.
She tried to beg to be let loose, not to have another clip whipped off, but there was a cock in her mouth, and there were the retractors, and she couldn't—it wasn't that she didn't want to upset Maash or anything, she just couldn't. And then the whip landed again, and it hurt just as much. It was terrible.
Only Taril was smiling down at her, and Maash looked . . . impressed? Liera was sobbing uncontrollably, but she lifted her pussy up, held her legs as far apart as she could, and when the whip landed again, she lurched into Taril's cock, screaming around it, but not letting him go; he groaned, and thrust deeper. Again, and he was coming as she twisted, trying to keep from falling over, trying to keep from giving up.
When he was done, she still couldn't swallow, exactly, but she held him in her mouth, licked the last drops from his cock with a mouth full of cum and saliva. Finally, Tsui took the retractors out, and she swallowed gratefully, then thanked Taril, rubbing her cheek against Tsui's hand, looking for reassurance in her laughing eyes.
"And now the Krin," said Tsui, and at least that was familiar. It wasn't Jalah beside her, keeping her stimulated, but it was the same as it had been, Tsui working her up to a frenzy, with the Krin finishing just as she was at the edge. Jalah was next, but before Liera was allowed to service her, the table there was cleared, and she was raised up for inspection.
"My goodness," said Jalah, her fingers coming away sticky from Liera's thighs. "There, Maash, you see? She is suited for this life, though she would like to deny it."
"Perhaps," said Maash. "But she is also suited to other things."
Liera found herself wriggling slightly at that. Maash was . . . Maash understood her, anyway, even if nobody else did.
Jalah gave a disgusted tsk, and pulled Liera's pussy lips apart, brought a lamp close, which was hot, and it hurt.
"You ought not use the larger clips, Tsui," said Jalah. "They make easier targets, yes, but you risk tearing the skin."
"Yes, lady," said Tsui.
"Nonetheless, commendable work with the whip. I think . . . I think more clips this time, and they should remain on until I'm finished, at least," said Jalah. "Would you like that, piglet?"
"Yes, lady, thank you, lady," said Liera, who definitely would not like more clips, certainly not on her pussy, which was still aching from the last set. Jalah patted her cheek. "Such an enthusiastic girl. So eager to please."
"Jalah," said Maash, "If she said anything else, you'd punish her."
"True," said Jalah. "She is also obedient and has learned her lessons well. But it's rude to brag about your girl like that, Maash."
Maash laughed, and Tsui helped Liera down from the table and affixed clips to her pussy—four on the outer lips, two on the inner, and one on her clit. Clips on her nipples and on her ear lobes. Some of them had weights hanging down from them, and others didn't, so they all hurt, but they all hurt differently—it would've been easier if they were all weighted.
And she didn't want to short-change Jalah any, really. I mean, it was great that Maash was there, and Liera wanted to watch Maash watching her, but Jalah had . . . there was the anklet, if nothing else, and the way that she'd touched her, and . . . it was an opportunity to show how she felt about her visit, and Liera wanted to show Jalah how she felt about her visit. The pain from the clips was enough that it couldn't be ignored, or sort of shifted into something else. It hurt too much to be anything else. But it was . . . it wasn't like having the clips whipped off. It was good.
Jalah came three times before she let Liera go; Liera chanced one final kiss, just above Jalah's clit, before Tsui pulled her back to thank Lady Jalah, and she wasn't punished for it.
And then there was Maash! Finally, finally! Liera bounded forward, rubbed her face against Maash's boot, and surged forward toward her crotch. Tsui had her hand on Liera's collar, and held her back, mostly. Liera strained against Tsui, as Jalah and Maash laughed.
"I see you're enjoying your party," said Maash. "And would you like to see how I'm enjoying your party?"
Liera groaned. "Oh, please, yes, please."
"Manners," said Jalah, and she pulled on the weight she still held. Liera groaned again.
"Yes, lady," said Liera. "Thank you, lady. Please!"
Maash grabbed her, pulled her up against her. The clips made a constellation of pain, wherever they were caught between them, but Liera was far too far gone; she pushed into Maash, trying to melt into her, taking the kiss, glorying in it, until Maash pushed her back. "And it seems that Jalah has left you somewhat uncomfortable."