settling herself over the chess piece's mitral head. The tip touched her flesh, pushed against the centre of her forbidden hole, then slipped inside her rectum.
Indifferently, Master Vince sipped his brandy.
The blonde squirmed against the table, urging the chess piece deeper, before releasing a satisfied sigh. She raised herself on unsteady legs, walked with strained grace toward the fireplace, and then turned to face her tormentors. After placing a foot on either side of Master Bernard's brandy glass, she slowly squatted until her buttocks touched the rim. Defiantly staring at a neutral space between Pearl and Master Vince, the blonde placed her hands on her thighs, tightened her jaw, then closed her eyes. Her smile looked like the epitome of contentment.
Rachel watched with mounting horror. She put a hand over her mouth to conceal a shocked gasp but the sound was covered by the tinkling of the chess piece as it fell into the brandy balloon.
With a surprising amount of dignity, the blonde pulled herself from the floor and watched her mistress in anticipation of another instruction.
Pearl pointed for the blonde to return to her sister's side. She turned to Master Vince and, with a victorious sneer, said, 'I'd like to see one of your stock to do that.'
'What makes you think they won't?'
Pearl rolled her eyes. 'It's a humiliating task,' she explained. 'It's an inordinately humiliating task. Even though they thrive on anal penetration, stock are always reluctant to take anything up the arse in front of strangers.'
Ruefully thinking of her own experiences, Rachel conceded that Pearl was right. The ordeal of anal penetration was a mixed blessing - a noxious blend of sweet delight and bitter shame - but the humiliation always bit deeper when it was done publicly.
'And,' Pearl continued, her smile shining wickedly, 'that aspect aside, they're even more loath to squat and drop anything in the glass because the process feels like something far more taboo. I've seen stock in tears because they couldn't manage the last part of that task.' Laughing nastily, she said, 'It really can be a trauma for poorly-trained slaves.'
Master Vince shook his head in staunch disagreement. 'Any one of my slaves would do that.'
Pearl looked sceptical. 'As efficiently as mine?'
'Of course. Maybe even more efficiently.'
'Would you care to bet on that?'
A half-smile lilted his lips. 'What stake are you proposing?'
Pearl frowned as she considered her choices. She placed her index finger against one ruby lip and chewed thoughtfully on the nail.
Watching her, Rachel got the impression the woman was only feigning indecision. She was struck by the thought that Pearl was acting and had decided earlier in the evening what stakes she would gamble should the opportunity present itself. She didn't know where the insight came from, or why Master Vince and Master Bernard seemed oblivious to the woman's charade, but Rachel felt certain Pearl had planned her response to this question before it was asked.
'What about the first month's profits from our proposed joint venture?'
Master Vince nodded enthusiastically and extended his hand. 'OK. It's a bet.'
Rachel didn't hear the remainder of their discussion, reeling from the discovery that Master Vince had already committed himself to a business partnership with Pearl. She saw Master Bernard return the bishop to the chessboard - and from a distance heard Master Vince and Pearl outlining rules for their impromptu game - but the details were beyond her comprehension as she tried to accept the enormity of what she had done.
She placed a hand over her mouth, beseeched Helena with a helpless gaze, and tried to think if there was any way of redeeming the situation. She had lied; Master Vince had believed her lie; and now he was dealing with an untrustworthy business partner. The fact that events had progressed so quickly didn't help
Indifferently, Master Vince sipped his brandy.
The blonde squirmed against the table, urging the chess piece deeper, before releasing a satisfied sigh. She raised herself on unsteady legs, walked with strained grace toward the fireplace, and then turned to face her tormentors. After placing a foot on either side of Master Bernard's brandy glass, she slowly squatted until her buttocks touched the rim. Defiantly staring at a neutral space between Pearl and Master Vince, the blonde placed her hands on her thighs, tightened her jaw, then closed her eyes. Her smile looked like the epitome of contentment.
Rachel watched with mounting horror. She put a hand over her mouth to conceal a shocked gasp but the sound was covered by the tinkling of the chess piece as it fell into the brandy balloon.
With a surprising amount of dignity, the blonde pulled herself from the floor and watched her mistress in anticipation of another instruction.
Pearl pointed for the blonde to return to her sister's side. She turned to Master Vince and, with a victorious sneer, said, 'I'd like to see one of your stock to do that.'
'What makes you think they won't?'
Pearl rolled her eyes. 'It's a humiliating task,' she explained. 'It's an inordinately humiliating task. Even though they thrive on anal penetration, stock are always reluctant to take anything up the arse in front of strangers.'
Ruefully thinking of her own experiences, Rachel conceded that Pearl was right. The ordeal of anal penetration was a mixed blessing - a noxious blend of sweet delight and bitter shame - but the humiliation always bit deeper when it was done publicly.
'And,' Pearl continued, her smile shining wickedly, 'that aspect aside, they're even more loath to squat and drop anything in the glass because the process feels like something far more taboo. I've seen stock in tears because they couldn't manage the last part of that task.' Laughing nastily, she said, 'It really can be a trauma for poorly-trained slaves.'
Master Vince shook his head in staunch disagreement. 'Any one of my slaves would do that.'
Pearl looked sceptical. 'As efficiently as mine?'
'Of course. Maybe even more efficiently.'
'Would you care to bet on that?'
A half-smile lilted his lips. 'What stake are you proposing?'
Pearl frowned as she considered her choices. She placed her index finger against one ruby lip and chewed thoughtfully on the nail.
Watching her, Rachel got the impression the woman was only feigning indecision. She was struck by the thought that Pearl was acting and had decided earlier in the evening what stakes she would gamble should the opportunity present itself. She didn't know where the insight came from, or why Master Vince and Master Bernard seemed oblivious to the woman's charade, but Rachel felt certain Pearl had planned her response to this question before it was asked.
'What about the first month's profits from our proposed joint venture?'
Master Vince nodded enthusiastically and extended his hand. 'OK. It's a bet.'
Rachel didn't hear the remainder of their discussion, reeling from the discovery that Master Vince had already committed himself to a business partnership with Pearl. She saw Master Bernard return the bishop to the chessboard - and from a distance heard Master Vince and Pearl outlining rules for their impromptu game - but the details were beyond her comprehension as she tried to accept the enormity of what she had done.
She placed a hand over her mouth, beseeched Helena with a helpless gaze, and tried to think if there was any way of redeeming the situation. She had lied; Master Vince had believed her lie; and now he was dealing with an untrustworthy business partner. The fact that events had progressed so quickly didn't help
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