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And this is their use after training...
"Turn on the shower," I said. "Medium temperature. Get ready to soap me."
"Yes, Master." She went quickly into the adjoining bathroom. I followed at my leisure. She was waiting for me, tense, soap in hand.
"What is your name?" I asked.
"A strange name. What was it originally?"
"Lavinia, Master," she answered.
"Haahhh..." I said. "A bit too up-market for a slave, that." I saw a cheek twitch. I had touched her on a sore spot. I stepped under the shower. "Soap me," I ordered. She began on my chest. I fondled her breasts and she shuddered. "What is your full name?" I asked.
Montesque," she answered. I kept on fondling her nice big boobs.
"The Honourable Lavinia Montesque," she added... and a great sob choked her.
"Quite a change of lifestyle," I said, grinning. Another big sob shook her. She was soaping my belly. Soon she would be down to my cock. Nice. "How old are you Lavinia?"
"Twenty eighth, Master," she answered, taking hold of my cock and soaping it gently. My balls as well. Rather a humble task for one so high-born!
"What are you snivelling about, girl? You should feel honour to serve me!" All slave-girls are called girl, whatever their age. "Do you want a cane across your backside?"
"No...ahh no, Master... please... please..." She began to tremble more violently. She wiped the tear away and began to tremble even more. A woman definitely under stress. Not altogether surprising in view of her background. I wondered idly how Bianca managed to pick up such prizes.
"Have you been fucked today, Lavinia?" It was a question I always like to ask a slave-girl.
"M-My Overseer, Master."
"Is he white or black,
Lavinia?" I knew Bianca had whites, half-castes and
blacks in the slave quarters.
"Dry me," I ordered. "Do you like a nice big black cock up you, Lavinia?" I asked.
Her face seemed to crumble momentarily. "No... ahh... no... Master..." she whimpered. Well, at least she was honest.
"Too bad," I said, "because I expect you get plenty. Are you fucked every day, Lavinia?" I was deliberately using the name she had been known by in another world.
"N-Nearly every day, Master..."
"But sometimes more than once?"
"Yes, Master." She finished drying me. Her mouth was quivering, tears trickling.
"Whats the most youve been fucked in a day, Lavinia?"
"I... ah... I think... tw-twelve times... mmmff... mmfff... M-Master." The memory did not appear to be very pleasant by the look on her face!
"Mmmm... quite a treat for an ex-Lady of the Manor." She sobbed openly at that. "I told you to stop snivelling, girl! Go into that bedroom and get your arse up."
"Pleee... eeease, Master... oooh... pleee... eeease..."
"Move!" She scuttled into the bedroom, bottom bouncing. I went to the cabinet where I knew the corrective instruments were kept and took out a cane. Turning, I saw a buxom bottom up high and quivering with dread. The Honourable Lavinia Montesque, I thought. Well, well. Not the kind of image she had once presented in The Tatler.
"Now youre going to get something to snivel about," I said.
I gave her half a dozen good and hard and had her scrabbling and squirming all over the
floor, crying out in pain. Her lack of experience was pretty obvious. A well trained,
hardened slave-girl can take half a dozen like that and kept her hindquarters raised high
in more or less the same position. But not Lavinia! When I had done, she knelt on the
floor, hands over her face, sobbing.
"Send up a black Overseer," I ordered.
"Yes, Sir," replied a polite operator. The sobbing intensified. Lavinia knew what was coming now...
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