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ever start out with a
little sex show?”
    “Huh?”
    “You know. A couple of the slaves
demonstrate a little girl-on-girl action before moving on to the men.” Irene’s
previous owner did that once. And when she was doing solo entertainments, she
usually started with a kind of pantomime about starting as a lady and
descending into slavery.
    “I never heard of that. We go
there for the gentlemen to use, not to get each other off.” She frowned. “Not
that we would. Nickel is the only one of us who likes to get her cunt licked by
another woman and she always does that in private. She wouldn’t consider doing
anything like that in front of gentlemen. They’d probably beat her half to death
for getting off without them.”
    They probably wouldn’t. One thing
that Irene had learned from experience was that a lot of gentlemen enjoy seeing
two women together. They don’t care if the women like it or not, as long as they
go at each other with enthusiasm.
    Now she knew why her previous
owner had become known for his entertainments. Also, it explained why, the one
time that Lord Hoffman had hired a professional entertainment director to stage
a sex game, it had been so notable that gentlemen were still talking about it
months later.
    It seemed that it wouldn’t take
much effort to make Lord Snow’s after-dinner entertainments a lot more
entertaining.
    Muffled sounds were beginning to
come from the pleasure room where Nickel was cosseted with Lord Snow. The whiphand’s predilection for female service didn’t matter to
the lord. The sounds indicated that he was doing a lot more than talking
business in there. Nickel wasn’t expressing her pleasure with exuberant squeals
as the other slaves had. She was grunting loudly enough to penetrate the heavy
door.
    She didn’t sound happy at all.
    Cherry and Irene’s eyes met and
they exchanged cheerful smiles.
    “Pity that Peach is still up at
the manor. She’d enjoy this,” Cherry said.
    “I’m enjoying it enough for both
of us,” Irene replied. Since arriving, servicing Nickel had been a duty that
was no longer shared among the slaves, but was reserved for her, exclusively.
    “I’m sure you are.” Cherry
giggled. “If Lord Snow is as lusty with her as he was with the two of us
yesterday, Nickel is getting the workout of her life.”
    A sharp crack was followed by a
shuddering groan.
    “That’s the sound of strap on ass,
if I’m not mistaken,” Cherry said.
    Another crack and groan.
    “Not at full force – Lord
Snow is a strong man – but not a gentle one, either.”
    Crack! Groan.
    “He’s got her full attention now,
no question about that.”
    Lime and Tamarind entered the
kitchen. Their duties at the manor were complete for the day and they’d stopped
by their cells to shed their housedresses. Slaves weren’t allowed to sit around
the kennels clothed, even briefly.
    Another crack of the strap was
followed by a shaper groan. This one rose in pitch at the end, edging toward a
scream.
    “What’s happening?” Tamarind
asked.
    “Nickel is servicing Lord Snow,”
Irene said.
    “Irene was in there, raising his
lust again.” Cherry giggled.
    This time the crack of the strap
was followed by a definite scream.
    “Nickel is getting her ass
tenderized by the sound of it,” Lime said. “I wonder if he’s using her own
strap on her.”
    Apple and Peach entered in time to
hear Lime’s comment.
    “I hope so,” Apple said as she
took a seat.
    Peach said nothing, just glared at
Irene. She hadn’t yet forgiven her for getting her cunt tenderized. Even though
it had been her doing, not Irene’s.
    Irene didn’t care. If Peach tried
to start something again, then Nickel would tenderize her cunt again. Peach
suspected that all Irene had to do was make a false accusation, either to Lord
Snow during one of their private consultations, or to Nickel after eating out her
cunt, and either one of them would visit a terrible punishment on her. Neither
would bother with