It was Leanna who woke Tara the next morning, and after sending her for breakfast and a wash, she lead her to a chamber within the slaves' quarters that she had not yet seen. As she followed Leanna into the room, Tara drew in her breath. The floor was covered with thick rugs and strewn atop them were several cushions of all different shapes, sizes and colours. On either side of the room, there were long chaise lounges, upholstered in velvet and also covered with large, plush pillows. The centrepiece of the room, flanked by ornate side tables, was the biggest bed Tara had ever seen, its gauzy canopy drawn back and tied to its four golden posts. In the middle of the bed sat Siara with Katya sprawled out next to her. Both girls wore lovely robes of sheer, shimmery fabric and the jewels on their collars sparkled in the morning light. It made Tara acutely aware of how naked and plain she was next to them.
"Enough chit chat, girls," Leanna said briskly. "The Stewards will be here after lunch to put our little novice through her paces and I expect her to be ready. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Mistress," both girls replied and Leanna took her leave.
"Alright, let's start with positions," Siara said.
Tara immediately dropped to her knees and began to move through the series of positions Liam had so thoroughly drilled into her memory, but laughter from both Siara and Katya made her stop.
"Those are slave positions," Siara said. "I'm talking about pleasure positions."
Tara stared at her, feeling embarrassed and confused.
She felt even worse when Katya rolled her eyes and said, "She really doesn't know anything."
"Well then, we'll have to teach her," Siara said, pouncing on the raven-haired beauty next to her.
Tara watched as the girls tumbled about the bed in a playful fight that ended with their robes on the floor and their naked bodies intimately entwined. Siara opened Katya's mouth with a deep kiss and then pressed her fingers to Katya's moist lips. Wet with spit, Siara's hand pushed between Katya's legs and began a rhythmic thrusting. Without stopping what she was doing, she reached over to the side table with the other hand and withdrew from the table's discrete compartment what looked to Tara like an erect cock made of a rubber attached to a leather belt. Sitting up on her knees, Siara put the contraption on and then rolled over so that she had Katya pinned beneath her. Katya wound her legs around Siara's body and Siara pushed forward with her hips, sliding the phallus deep into Katya's wet pussy. Siara looked Tara directly in the eye. "Position one," she said.
Tara watched transfixed as Siara and Katya moved fluidly from one position to the next, covering some eight positions in all. It wasn't long after Siara had pulled Katya's body to hers in the last position and sunk her shaft in again that Tara heard Katya give a sharp little cry and saw her whole body tense and shudder.
"Bad girl, Kat," Siara said as she disentangled herself from Katya's embrace. "You know better than to cum without permission."
The passion Tara had felt radiating from Katya just a moment before was gone, replaced again by a haughty indifference and a cool glare.
"Maybe I was faking" she taunted, retrieving her robe from the floor.
Siara unfastened the belt around her waist and tossed the rubber phallus in Katya's direction.
"Clean that off and then try and make yourself presentable. You look like a common whore," she said. With robe in one hand and toy in the other, Katya turned to leave. "And Katya," Siara called, stopping her in the doorway. "You weren't faking."
A small smile turned Katya's lips upwards and then tossing her dark hair over her shoulder, she was gone.
"Well, let's see if you were paying attention," Siara said, turning her attention back to Tara and reclining on the bed. "Start from position one."
Tara rose uncertainly and made her way to the bed. She lay down on her back next to Siara and stared nervously at the ceiling. Siara laughed and shook her head. "Don't just lie there like a dead fish," she said, rolling on top of Tara and taking her head between her hands. "If you aren't blindfolded, invite me to fuck you with your eyes." Siara placed Tara's hands on her hips and continued, "If you aren't bound, entice me with your hands." Tara felt Siara's hands slip beneath her buttocks and lift slightly. "Seduce me with your hips," she whispered and Tara instinctively thrust her sex towards Siara's pulsing heat.
"Yes, that's it," Siara said. "That's good. Now switch to position two."
Tara felt dazed as Siara's weight shifted off of her and she found she could not remember what position Katya had assumed next. Laying back on the coverlet, Siara guided Tara to sit astride her and coaxed her to lean back on her hands, pushing her breasts out and arching her back.
Tara's first pass through each position was awkward and halting, but Siara was a patient teacher, offering gentle instruction and encouragement as they went. On her third pass through the series, Tara began to feel more comfortable and found that she could anticipate what position Siara wanted her in next without having to be told, even when they switched in no particular order.
Well over an hour had passed before Siara finally lay down on her belly next to Tara, resting her head on her arms.
"I think you're ready," she said, giving Tara a wide smile.
Tara smiled back but her eyes fell on the scars on Siara's back and her smile faded.
"My mother had scars like these," she said quietly, brushing her fingers lightly over the slightly raised and discoloured skin. "Do they still hurt?"
For a moment, Siara's eyes clouded over and she seemed lost in her own thoughts. But the moment passed and she rolled off the bed.
"No," she replied matter of factly. "Not anymore. Now, let's get ourselves ready. We have guests arriving soon and we don't want to keep them waiting."
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Lucas reclined comfortably amid the large cushions strewn over over the thick rug. He let the slave Katya remove his boots and pour him a cup of wine.
"Sir Liam, may I offer you some wine?" she asked.
Liam had pulled back the curtain that opened on to the chamber's small balcony and was leaning on the stone rail, staring into the distance. He held out his arm absently to accept the wine the girl offered, but otherwise paid her no mind. It was only when she turned around that he gave her a second look.
"Wait," he called and Katya stopped in her tracks. With a hand on her back, he guided her to a chaise lounge and bent her over one of its ornately carved arms. Lifting her robe, he exposed her creamy thighs and buttocks and frowned at what he now could see clearly. The angry red welts had faded to uneven pink lines and Liam shook his head.
"Sloppy work," he muttered. "If they wanted to mark her, the cane would have been best. This is the work of a whip, probably in a drunk man's hand."
Lucas stood up and looking down at the girl, put an arm around his friend's shoulders. With his other hand, he caressed her white globes and then with thumb and forefinger, separated them to reveal the tiny, puckered opening.
"How is it that you and I can look at the same thing and yet see something completely different?" he said. Liam sighed and turned back to the balcony.
"We're here to work, Lucas," he said.
"Indeed," laughed Lucas. "And you should learn to take more pleasure in your work!"
Liam didn't answer him and he turned his full attention to what was before him. Spreading Katya's cheeks wide, he pressed his thumb to her asshole and found it already slippery with oil.
"Ah, my little house cat," he said as he slowly pushed his thumb into her tight ring of flesh. "It has been too long since I made you purr."
Just then, the chamber door opened and Siara walked in with the Old Master's slave behind her.
"Sir Lucas, Sir Liam," she acknowledged them both with a perfect bow. "May I present the slave Tara for your use today?" She gave Tara a slight nudge forward and the girl sank gracefully to her knees.
"Duty calls," Lucas said, withdrawing his hand.He gave Katya's ass a last caress and said, "We'll finish this some other time."
"May I be of any service to you, Sir?" Siara asked.
"Yes," replied Lucas as he approached the kneeling slave, unbuttoning his tunic as he went.
"You and your kitten can entertain Sir Spoilsport over there so that I can work in peace."
Liam was standing in the arch between the chamber and the balcony and he flushed at Lucas' words. Across the room, his eyes met Siara's and he saw the question in them. He gave a small shake of his head and she dropped her gaze. He knew her dilemma at once. Obeying Lucas meant disregarding him and obeying him meant disobeying Lucas. He sat down on the lounge which Katya was still bent over and motioned for Siara to take Lucas' place behind her.
"Perhaps you can entertain each other," he said through gritted teeth.
Siara moved behind Katya and slipped one hand between her legs and the other around her body to fondle her breasts.
"Sir?" Siara asked.
Liam could plainly see the fine curves of Siara's body through her robe and her very nearness was having an effect on him that he didn't care for at all.
"That's fine," he said curtly and turned his attention back to the work at hand.
Lucas was standing over Tara, looking down at her. Her hair had been brushed and braided prettily, her skin scrubbed and scented sweetly - a different creature entirely than the one he had carried into Blackmore Estate.
"Up," he commanded.
She rose instantly without breaking the clasp of her hands, chest out, eyes down, back straight. Standing behind her, he drew her in towards his broad chest and began to explore her body with both hands.
