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Breaking a pet

He sighed with her kisses, and held her closer. "I'm sorry, it slipped my mind. I remember now, but it's been... it's been a busy day." He stroked her hair, and then leaned forward to lay her back against the bunk, allowing her to recline comfortably. He kept her close in his arms as he nuzzled against her neck. "You would do magnificently. You already did; it was amazing to watch." He began to kiss his way down her neck, while specifically avoiding telling her what to do, how to react. Given what they'd just told each other, it didn't seem right. "Truth to tell," he whispered between kisses as he made his way down her chest to her lovely breasts, "it was highly arousing, as well."

His fingers stroked her thighs as he moved, parting them, and moving up between them. He found her nether lips by touch, and skillfully, gently, moved between them with his index finger, unerringly finding her pleasure button, which he caressed with a fingertip. As he took one of her nipples within his mouth, he began to stroke her clit in little circles, gently but insistently, sending little shocks of pleasure through her body. His tongue lashed her stiffening breast-flesh as his fingers began to play in her most sensitive regions, swiftly and expertly pushing her into a state of arousal.
 
Kaura let Janek push her gently back onto the bed, her lips turning up into a smile. This was what was missing on the deck, with Hamek, between the other slave women and men who used them. The tenderness and arousal that came from just having him touch her. He didn't need to spank her to get her heart throbbing, her juices flowing. He nuzzled into her neck, and she smiled, a satisfied moan that had nothing to do with her arousal falling from her lips. "Master..."

He moved down her chest, licking and kissing as he moved, speaking to her in a low and lusty voice. Kaura groaned in response, feeling him reach the rise of her breast, moving to her nipple. His fingers urged her legs to part, and she was more than eager to respond, moaning as he dipped his fingers into her sex. "Janek!" She gasped, writhing as both his mouth and his teasing fingers reached her most sensitive spots at the same time. He swirled his tongue around her nipple, while his fingers rubbed, sending bolts of pleasure raging through her. He rubbed slowly at first, teasing, stroking, adoring, and all she could so is groan in ecstasy, begging for more with every gesture and movement. For once, letting Janek work his magic on her, while she simple enjoyed.
 
She was so responsive, always so quick to react to his touch, his kiss. It was one of the things that made her magical even apart from her magic. And right now, he had no lesson in mind, he had no ulterior motive -- he was working to bring her pleasure, and reward her for a job well-done.

"You know," he said while he dragged his lips between her breasts on the way to the other nipple. "Hamek told me he'd never been with a slave like you. Did you magic him, or are you just that wonderful?" He grinned as he looked up at her face, loving the expression she wore in the throes of her passion.

His fingers kept up their arousing dance, continuing to work her directly, bring her higher. He wasn't looking to draw it out, in part because she had already been aroused for a long time, and in part because he wanted to see if he could bring her off more than once from just this before he took his own pleasure. He'd done his rounds, sampled the skills of some of the slavegirls. but he had been saving his climax for the afternoon for her. He knew he had a decent but finite number of orgasms his flesh could stand in a day, and he knew that it brought her pleasure to please him sexually, entirely apart from her own arousal and satisfaction, so he saved his ultimate release for Kaura, today. It just seemed right.
 
Kaura was already moaning and squirming under his touches, her breathing coming faster as he expertly worked her body. He might think she was magical... Incredible... But in her mind she was nothing compared to him, his touches, and embraces. Everything that he did to her was like a dazzling spell, a glorious dream.

She groaned again as Janek moved to the other nipple, and she arched slightly, her head tilting back as a moan of pure joy escaped her. "I didn't enchant him." She gasped as Janek worked, and she ground her hips up into his fingers, desperate for more of the sensation. "I just let him use me... I... I didn't do anything special."

Bliss consumed her expressed, and she smiled in joy, her fingers tightening slightly on the bedspread as pleasure rocketed through her body,. singing to her every nerve. "I'm close!" She gasped, "Please... Please may I cum?"
 
"Maybe you being you is special enough," Janek hissed against her nipple, feeling her writhe beneath him, dance on his fingers. He knew she was approaching her climax, and in just a few moments, she confirmed it.

"If you promise to come again before you try and please me," he said to her chest, "then yes. Come for me, my gorgeous slut, my sweet slave, come for your Master!"

He felt her buck, and didn't relent, didn't stop his fingering action, pushing her higher through the orgasm, continuing to work her into what he hoped was a series. Some women did that, others did alternate peaks and valleys, but he hoped to wring as much pleasure out of her as he could. She'd earned it.
 
Kaura moaned softly while Janek lavished attention onto her breasts, flicking his tongue across her again and again. She arched and cried out, desperately craving so much more. "Janek!" She groaned when he gave her permission to cum, his fingers pushing and playing while her hips bucked forward. "Master!" She called again and again, her tone bordering on desperate.

She came hard, crying his name again as he pushed her through, extending her orgasm until she thought she would explode, and when he finally let her come down again she was panting and out of breath. He brought her up again a minute later, and again after that, drawing out her pleasure each time. She wasn't even sure how much time passed before he let her come down, and she lay against the sheets panting for breath. "You're special..." She whispered. "You're very special... You taught me well, Master."
 
He settled in next to her on the bunk, enjoying her exhaustion. He'd figured her compensated a while ago, but he'd kept going because he liked to see her writhing in pleasure like that. "My role with you has ever been gardener," he said softly, tracing his moisture-wrinkled fingertips gently along her breastbone, a casual, idle, personal gesture. "I've merely brought out and presented that which was within you already. The fact that you didn't realize it yet also made me teacher, but once I showed you what was there, you've done with it only what was natural."

He moved in closer to her side. "I was pleased with your performance, even though I could tell you were holding back on your own pleasure. But I want you to stop holding back in the future. Pleasure is one of the few advantages you get in this life; you need to let yourself enjoy it. So you not only have my permission, you have my encouragement!" He nuzzled against her, falling to silence. His lips and tongue were a little tired, but it certainly wasn't from talking too much. Still, he let them rest, and let his body's closeness to her reassure her and let her know he was there. Highly unprofessional, but he'd been coming to the conclusion that he couldn't stay detached from her in moments such as these. He could, normally, but Kaura was far from his normal experience.
 
Kaura wasn't sure how much time passed before she was laying on her back again, her chest heaving as Janek brought his body up next to hers. They became a tangle of limbs, pulling and lopping, drawing the other He traced his fingers over her, touching and exploring idly as she panted, exhausted from her multiple releases. She smiled, and curled close. "Of course, Master." She whispered, kissing him lightly. She giggled, and moved closer, her hand inching towards his need, so very close.

And there was a knock at the door, and a low voice calling through. "Captain?" He questioned, the voice of one of one of the newer recruits. Behind him stood the youngest slave on the ship, a petite and pretty girl with cropped black hair and grey eyes. Her tiny frame was already littered with welts and bruises, some new and others old. Her eyes were cast down, sad and regretful.

They waited outside while Kaura scrambled silently to get into resting position on the bed, not knowing in the man would open to door, and see her and Janek in the intimate embrace.
 
Janek gave her time to scramble into place, recognizing that she'd be perfectly in place as he opened the door. "Amrek." His eyes flickered over to the girl. "What's up with Sweet Tits?"

"Can I put her inside, Captain?" The other man's voice was tight, so Janek nodded. The crewman brought the girl inside by her leash, tugged downward, and watched as she dropped into her resting pose. That, at least, was competent; she wasn't having trouble with the poses and the memorization, it was the central purpose of her training that was giving her issues. Amrek sighed, and nodded. "Can I speak to you outside, Captain?"

Janek nodded and stood aside for the crewman to move through. He caught Kaura's eye, nodded, then glanced down to the kneeling slavegirl, her head bowed and her back to him. He pointed at the human girl and gave the elf a questioning look, then gestured to Kaura with an open hand, palm up, and nodded again. With that, he closed the hatch and took a few steps away to where Amrek was waiting. "Okay... what's the trouble?"

"Sweet Tits isn't learning, sir," Amrek hissed. "I mean, she's learning, yes, but there's so much resistance. It's like that Pictairn girl all over again."

"She... tried to bite your cock off?"

"No! No, nothing like that, sir, it's just..." he sighed. "I'm finding myself pushing the usual limits. I know we're supposed to come down hard at first and ease off as they get more obedient. But she's not improving very fast, and it's very frustrating." He looked Janek in the eyes. "I was wondering if you had any advice, sir?"

Janek considered. "Well, she's on the low end of the scale, but her progress is still within acceptable time frame. Most girls adapt pretty quickly, but some take time. Hell, that Pictairn girl was giving us trouble until the week before we hit port, remember? But she learned enough to keep herself alive." Janek put a hand on Amrek's shoulder. "Perhaps she just needs a bit of further education. I know you have been doing your best, but I'll take a crack at it for tonight, we'll see what we can do by morning, all right?"

"Thank you, sir." Amrek shifted a bit on the deck. "You don't think that... while you've got Sweet Tits, that Elf Slut might..."

"Ah. Ah-ha. No." Janek shook his head, smiling. "No, I'm going to need Elf Slut to talk to Sweet Tits. No, but tell you what, you go down, and help out with either Butt Slut or Hot Lips. Or both, if you've a mind to. You've got dispensation from me, all right?"

It wasn't what he'd hoped for, but it was adequate compensation. Amrek nodded, and moved off. Janek considered his door, then sighed. If Kaura was any indication, he'd probably need something bribe worthy. And the elf woman could probably use a little more time to talk to the other slavegirl. So he went below to hunt up a couple more apples. At the rate he was going, they'd have to pause for more fresh fruit before too long...
 
Kaura had managed to get into resting position when the door opened, and she stood with perfect posture while the aggravated slaver brought a young looking slave in, her head bowed submissively. He tugged on the leash, and she fell into ready position, her head ducked low as she waited for the men to leave, and shut the door behind them.

"It's okay, you can relax now." Kaura whispered, rising to her feet as she watched the smaller girl. No doubt one of the younger woman captured, her body was still changing, still thin and petite, small pert breasts and narrow hips. Her dark hair was cropped short, barely brushing her shoulders in messy curls that Kaura suspected weren't too well maintained even before her capture. Large grey green eyes that would be far prettier if they weren't rimmed red.

"But what if they come back?" She asked softly, glancing nervously towards the door, considering what punishment they would have for her if they found she had broken her position. Her master already had to bring her up to see the captain himself because her progress was so slow, if she continued to disappoint... She didn't want to think of the outcome then.

"It's fine." Kaura assured her, moving to the bed. "Janek gestured for me to help you, and I will." She assured the girl with a smile, and slowly she rose to her feet, only to dart for the bed, and pull the covers to cover all but her head. Kaura stared for a moment at the shy girl before her expression softened some. "Embarrassed?" She asked, and waited for her to nod quietly, her eyes locked on the wall.

"I don't want to be beaten, so I try." Teyha whispered softly. "But I don't want him to touch me, to see me, so I tense. So he gets angry about that."

Kaura watched the girl in silence for a moment. "Listen Sw..."

"Don't call me that!" The girl snapped, her eyes locking on Kaura. "My named is Teyha."

"Teyha." Kaura responded after a moment, sitting almost casually on the bed next to her. "I can't call you that when the trainers are listening." The young woman nodded, murmuring that she knew that, and Kaura sighed again, tilting her head up to look at the ceiling.

For the next few minutes the young women talked quietly, but Teyha didn't let Kaura bring up the subject of slavery again. Anytime she mentioned sex or training Teyha would stop talking, and simply stare forward, telling the woman without words that she would not say anymore. With a sigh Kaura leaned back, and watched the small girl hide under the sheets.
 
When Janek came back to the cabin, he had two mugs and two bulges in his pocket -- apples, once more. He made plenty of noise opening the latch, so the girls would have time to react as they wished; he knew Kaura would get back into position, just in case someone was with him, but the other girl... he just didn't know.

He studied her when he stepped in and closed the door behind him. She was lovey, of course, or else she wouldn't have been chosen. But stubborn. Well, he knew what that was like, he thought, as his eyes flicked over to Kaura for a moment, and he half-smiled.

"I understand you've been under punishment just about the entire voyage," he said, addressing the new slavegirl. "That probably means you haven't had anything to eat or drink that didn't come out of a trainer's cock." He held out a mug. "Come, you have permission. Drink. It's just grog. And here," he fished out an apple, and held it up. "You can have this after we've talked a bit."

He hooked his stool with one toe and slung it over in front of the two slavegirls. He favored Kaura with a smile, and then let his face grow serious again to look at the new girl. "You'll find that a slave in the household, while the person with the least authority, seems to witness the most of the goings-on. Smart slaves don't talk about what they hear, and as a result, they get to hear a lot. In that vein, I'm going to allow you to witness the personal interaction between me and my slave," he gestured at Kaura, "trusting that you'll be discreet."

Turning more to face Kaura, he took a sip from the remaining mug of grog and then offered her a sip. "So, can you tell me how we can help her?" he asked Kaura, trusting her as an ally in getting the new girl through her difficulties.
 
The last few minutes passed in utter silence, with Teyha unwilling to speak and Kaura not knowing what to say. She stared at the young woman for a few moments before they heard the unmistakable sound of the hatch door opening. Both girl hurried to the floor into ready position, though Teyha was somewhat bent forward, trying to find a way to hide herself while keeping posture.

One Kaura saw it was only her master and the door swung closed again, she pulled her arms down, and gestured for Teyha to do the same. The younger woman immediately sat on her bottom and raised her knees before her, hugging them close and looping her ankles together to hide her breasts and womanhood. She winced slightly when Janek brought up drinking a man's seed, and she made a face of disgust at the memory. Still, she reached out to accept the grog, and held it to her as if she was afraid he would take it away again. "Thank you, sir." She murmured, and took a sip, never breaking her eyes from Janek's face. She did enjoy having something to drink, even if it was the strange tasting 'grog', and eagerly drank again.

"I don't know, Master Janek." Kaura said after a moment, turning fully to face her owner. "She didn't tell me anything!" She glanced over at Teyha with a concerned expression before sighing. "I don't know why, but she said she freezes during sexual play, she wants to do well and avoid a punishment.... But she can't seem to manage."

Teyha paused for a moment, and looked away, turning from both the Elf and her trainer. "There's nothing to say." She told the man firmly. "I don't like sex, I don't like the idea of it, and I don't want it forced on me. I'm not a grand actress, I can't pretend to enjoy what I despise, and that gets my trainer agitated."
 
Janek nodded. "All right. That's a place to start... I'm going to break with tradition and ask you what you want to be called. It's not a slave's place to have a name of their own, but you're still new. So, what was your name when you were free?"

Once she'd answered, he sighed. "All right. Teyha, then. Can you tell me your reasons why you don't like sex? It's one of the basic things humans do, it's got all the sensitive parts giving pleasure... so what is it that turns you off of it. You know, other than the conditions under which you find yourself?" As if those weren't enough, he admitted to himself, but that's what she had.
 
Teyha found herself openly staring at the captain, wondering why it was he was being kinder to her, even calling her by her name instead of the horrid title that trainer assigned to her. She stared for a moment, obviously considering her answer.

"It okay." Kaura urged for a moment, reaching over to place a hand on the girl's shoulder, but she tugged away. Kaura's eyes widened for a moment, before she withdrew her hands, and gave Janek a long look.

"I don't like being seen, and I don't like being touched." Teyha said at last, setting the mug down so she could wrap both arms around herself, and hug her legs in tightly. "That's all there is here, and I hate it!" She huffed slightly, and leaned her chin on her knees, resting there while her eyes dropped to the floor. "Why does there have to be a reason to hate it? Not everyone's the same. I can dislike sex just because I dislike sex."
 
"Yes, you're allowed not to like it... if you're a free woman. You can still dislike it if you happen to be a sex slave, you just aren't allowed to let that affect your performance. And unfortunately, that's what's been happening."

Janek sighed, and then he started to explain, in a patient, calm, soothing voice. "Look, my crew is supposed to explain this, but perhaps the time never came up, or the lesson got lost in the midst of the training and punishment. But what has happened to you... it's not your fault. But you have to learn to deal with it..." He explained to Teyha, just as he had to Kaura, how the life of a pleasure slave was a cut above those of conventional slaves, how they were traditionally set free upon their master's death, how the youngest, prettiest, and most obedient pleasure slaves were commonly purchased by the older and more decrepit Masters in a vain attempt to recapture their youth, and thus gained their freedom earlier.

"I was once approached by a freewoman who had been a pleasure slave that I had trained," Janek admitted. "She told me that after she was initially sold, she had never had to use more than her mouth on her owner, and that only for a couple of months before his heart gave out. And then she was free, with a bit of inheritance and a lot more knowledge about the world."

He looked at her with compassion. It wasn't hard; he'd had to deal with this kind of problem before, and understanding always helped. But he was particularly empathetic because of Kaura's influence, he realized. And he was fine with that. "Teyha, the issue is with you. Your lot has been decided, out of your hands, and you can either try and make the best of it or endure a much more difficult life because of it. Now, you can learn to fake appreciation for what is demanded of you, sure, and keep your hatred of the act intact. But it would be easier and much better in the long run if you could help me understand where this feeling came from, and try and get past it. Sex is one of the most powerful things we can do, whether slave or free, and to cut yourself off from that... it worries me, frankly."

He fell silent, trying to encourage the young girl to speak up.
 
"None of it's ever my fault." Teyha responded softly. "It doesn't make it easier. If someone stabbed you, and said 'it's not your fault' while you bled, would it make the pain easier to take?" She demanded, and laughed bitterly. "No. It's easier to deal with something if it's your choice your doing. Being powerless wont make anyone feel better, unless their only reason for protesting is pride." Teyha's eyes flickered over to Kaura briefly. She was, no doubt, the youngest of the women aboard, but far from the prettiest. Evident by the lovely elf sitting right next to her. Again she sighed, and fidgeted, looking down at her hands as she wrung her fingers slightly.

"Sex is worthless, not powerful." She told him. "You use it as power to control, to scare, to get what you want but it's just an act of pleasure. There's nothing wrong with denying it, or disliking it." Kaura watched the girl as she spoke, tilting her head slightly to the side to examine her reactions. "I'm doing my best, I just need a little more time to learn the right reactions."
 
"But you learn the right reactions by feeling them, for the most part," Janek said softly. This girl had been damaged long before she came into their command; it happened, it wasn't pleasant, and it sometimes actually helped the adaptation to the new life. On the other hand, sometimes it resulted in resistance like this.

"Look, your situation isn't your fault, but how you choose to react to it, that is your responsibility. It's not your fault that you get stabbed, but do you stop the bleeding, or call for help, or fight back, or just give up and die? It's a choice you make. We... don't give a lot of choices. But I'm suggesting to you that there are better choices you could be making than the ones you are currently making."

"And sex isn't worthless. I'm... I'm sorry you were used, before. That sex was made something awful. It's supposed to be something wonderful, the benefit you get from being conscripted into this life, the reward for enduring what you're asked to endure." Janek sighed. "In that context, I think there is something wrong with disliking or denying. Because then you get all the pain and none of the pleasure. But... I have a saying. You can force the body, but you can't force the soul."

He stood, and started searching through some of his gear at the side of the chamber. "You'll stay here tonight, and think about what you might do. If you want to talk about your past, about what made you hate sex so much, that might be a way to get past it. Otherwise... we'll think of something." He finally fished out a length of canvas with ropes at the end. He quickly strung it up between posts, revealing it to be a hammock. He attached a length of chain to the "head" post, and gestured to Teyha. "Come on. Climb in. I won't ask more of you tonight."

He planned to chain her collar loosely to the post; it would keep her from milling about, but would be loose enough that she wouldn't hurt herself if she fell out of the hammock. He also, once she was in and settled, planned to give her the apple. The second one he was saving for Kaura after they discussed what Teyha had told them.
 
But I don't want to feel them. Teyha wanted to tell the man, but kept quiet, watching him carefully as he considered his words. Probably says close to the same thing for every woman who comes through. Products for sale, he has to keep us in good condition. She told herself grimly as he spoke, listening to his speech about responsibility, but that didn't apply here either. She could scream for help, the way she had in the past, but to what avail? If she screamed she would be whipped and punished for pitching a fuss. The collar that held tight around her thin neck cut off any chance for fighting, if she tried they could cut off her air or send that burning pain surging through her... Reducing her fight to whimpering and clawing desperately at her throat. She couldn't even stop the bleeding, since she was being stabbed time and again. All there was was to endure it, to try to survive.

He took a guess at why she might hate sex, and nearly hit it dead on. Teyha's eyes widened slightly, before quickly narrowing on his face once more. Remember, he's had untold amount of women come through his possession, my story is not the most tragic. He knows how to deal with women. She tensed slightly and watched him stand, searching through his equipment. She saw briefly a cane, a whip, and her face paled slightly, sure that he was going to beat the useless self-pity out of her. Instead, he emerged with lines of rope and canvas, which he strung to poles, and stretched tight. Teyha stared as he made a hammock for her, a small place that she could rest the night, and told her to get in, and that she would not be used that night.

Slowly she pushed herself to her feet, her eyes never leaving the slaver, and she walked to the hammock. She crossed her arms over her chest as she moved, and climbed into the hammock and curled ontop her side, staring up at the slaver as he attached a leash to her collar to keep her in place, and pushed the apple into her hands. She tilted her head down to stare at it a moment as he turned from her once more. "I was never raped." She said softly. "I kept myself from it, kept myself safe. I was never used once until I got onto this ship." She paused for a moment, and took a small bite of the apple chewing it slowly before she decided to speak again. "I should be grateful you you. It would have happened eventually if I stayed where I was. I... I'd rather it have happened here than there."
 
He had been on his way back to the bunk when she spoke, and he stopped in place, listening. His eyes were on Kaura's as he heard what the young slavegirl said.

"Never raped, but anything short of, hm?" he said softly. "I'm sorry that happened to you. And I'm sorry you have to deal with this now. I wish you could... stop connecting sex with the people who do it to you." He wanted to say It's possible to enjoy it, even when those who do it are evil, but she had heard that before, and hadn't believed it then, so he didn't waste time on it. He had to give her time to think about it.

He finished his walk to the bunk, and put Teyha's key conspicuously on the edge of the nightstand shelf; well out of Teyha's reach, but Kaura wasn't bound or fastened in any way, at the moment. He sat down on the edge of the bunk and sighed, his hand finding Kaura's.

"Remember what I said about slaves witnessing the household secrets? One of the big secrets is: sometimes, slaves aren't treated as slaves. In training, we usually start with the hard stuff, make it harsh, so that when we back down to a normal level, it's a relief. And when they find that most Masters who buy them are, at their worst, no more harsh than our everyday rigors, well, that's an eye-opener. There are special cases where we make exceptions," and here he squeezed Kaura's hand gently, "but by and large, that's how it goes. It seems your case could have used some more understanding, as well. You have my sympathies for that."

He didn't have anything else to say just at that moment, so he fell silent. He looked to the elf woman sitting next to him, her own collar glinting in the candlelight, and nodded toward the hammock. "If you want to say anything, you have full freedom to," he murmured, and then smiled gently at her before turning and clambering over to the far side of the bunk, trying to give the illusion of privacy for the girls without actually having to leave the cabin.
 
Teyha didn't really know how to respond, so she curled up tighter, and watched silently as Janek put the key well out of her reach, and sat down with his slave. Her eyes widened slightly when she saw them grasp one another's hand, squeezing lightly. She gave him a look that could only be seen as adoring, and something dawned on the young woman. They had honest emotions for one another. That was what the slaver was hinting at, that it was not a one sided affection from his elf. She shook her head in wonder, now she had seen everything. Not only did an Elf fall for a human, but that human was her master.

Kaura sat quietly for a moment, her finger tapping on her leg. "I do have an idea." She admitted at last, glancing back at Janek before speaking. "But it would be another secret for you to keep, do you accept?" She asked the girl, moving to sit at the edge of the bed closest to her. When she nodded, Kaura smiled and Teyha couldn't help but to stare for a moment, and she flushed and ducked her head when she realized what she was doing. "Well." Kaura continued without pause. "I have the power to change sensation, to heighten or dull it, depending on what I wish done." She looked back at Janek once more, nodding her head slightly. "Sometimes, when an Elf is suffering from a pain for which there is no source, the healer will numb the area magically. Over the next few weeks they will slowly return the nerves to normal, and only rarely can the healed note any difference from day to day. I could do much the same with young Teyha. Increase her sensations and feeling until her mind has to accept the pleasure, then slowly bring her down. I doubt you will notice a difference, Teyha."

She smiled again, encouragingly, and Teyha smiled back briefly, "You can do that?" She questioned.

"Yes, it is well within my power... But again, do not breath a word." Kaura responded quietly, sharing the precious secret with her.

Teyha stared for a moment, before she forced herself to look away from both of the people in the room. "But I don't WANT to feel."

Kaura sighed, and folded her hands in her lap, smiling sadly at the girl. "Just once." Kaura said softly. "Let me to it once, and allow my Master to have you. If you still dislike it then I will release it." Teyha still looked unconvinced, shifting on the hammock restlessly. "The choice is yours." Kaura whispered.

"There is only one choice." Teyha sighed, staring up at the ceiling.

"No." Kaura said with amusement, "There are always choices, but sometimes only one is an option." She told the girl, ignoring when she protested that that made no sense. "Master? Is this acceptable for you?" She asked Janek softly. "Can we show her pleasure?"
 
He blinked at the elf, a little in wonderment. "I... I could do that. I could, perhaps, do for her what I did for you, that first time." He looked over at Teyha, uncertain. "I can be a gentle lover, Teyha. I can give you a pleasant experience. But... given the circumstance? I'm going to have to let it be your choice. I gave Kaura something of a similar choice, but yours is of a different caliber. If you agree, we can... we can try it." He turned his gaze onto Kaura. "I trust your skills. I just... If it's her decision, I'm happy to try and please her. If you believe I can."

It was very odd. He was normally good at dealing with such slaves. This wasn't the first time he'd dealt with such a difficulty, but Kaura's idea was novel. He normally tried to talk it out, when he thought that would do any good. This... this would be something entirely new, if it worked. And it only really had a chance through elf magic. But he was game, if she was. If they both were.
 
Teyha shifted uncomfortably on the hammock, and sat up, her arms folding over her chest. She eyes Janek for a moment in consideration. She knew she had seen him before, she absolutely knew it! The question was where, and she tried to puzzle it, before finally it struck her. "You relieved my punishment, the first day." She said at last, looking between him and Kaura. That was something he did not have to do. It was obvious by the way she was beaten before and since that the slavers had no qualms drawing blood, but he spared her, a simple act of kindness that meant quite a bit to the young girl, considering her current dilemma.

"Master is a kind man." Kaura said softly, and reached out, her hand scooping up Teyha's to look her seriously in the eyes. "Don't be afraid Teyha." She whispered, and smiled, moving off the bed to lightly brush some curly black hair from the other woman's eyes. "You can live in the past, child, or you can surpass it."

Teyha looked away, her eyes falling to the ground. "Surpass it by behaving like a slut?" She asked, hesitating slightly on the last word.

"No." Kaura said sharply, and placed a finger under Teyha's chin to tilt her head up and meet her eyes. "Surpass it by loving life. Are you happy just like this, child? By denying how you feel out of pride?" Slowly she slid onto the hammock, and wrapped an arm around the smaller woman, hushing her softly when she tensed. "There is no shame in loving the life you have. It is foolish to never try, and that is where regret is born." She whispered. "Live without regret, Teyha, and experience."

Teyha shifted again, and sighed softly, lifting a hand to run through her hair in agitation, though her other still covered her small breasts, hiding them from view. "Alright." She said after a moment, prompting Kaura to grin. "But... What happens if I still do not like sex even with a magical influence and a gentle trainer?
 
Janek couldn't help but chuckle at overhearing this. "Teyha, your body is programmed to appreciate it. Everyone's is. It's your mind that is causing the issue, transforming the sensations into something they weren't intended to be. If I understand Kaura's plan, she intends to make your body's reactions powerful enough to drown out the interference your memories tries to cast upon your sensations. To make your body shout louder than your past."

He looked at Kaura in appreciation. It was a very therapeutic application of her power, and very positive. And... he had to admit that the two of them sort of snuggled against each other in the hammock was rather... interesting. Almost against his conscious will, his manhood started to stir, just from the sight of them.
 
"He's riht." Kaura whispered, and rubbed Teyha's arm lightly, giving her a bright smile. "You will enjoy it, just allow this, once."

Alright." Teyha whispered, and at Kaura's urgings she laid back, and allowed her to part her legs, spreading them wide while her arms wrapped around her chest. She tilted her head up to watch as Kaura's fingers moved over her, and hundreds of threads appeared, invisible to only Janek's eyes. "Fire threads?" She questioned after a moment. "Why are you using that?!"

Kaura looked briefly startled, and shot Janek a look before nervously continuing. "Fire and Earth make effects like electricity." She explained slowly. "It is how the body tells sensation. I spark it through too activate the nerves and make the body more sensitive." Slowly Teyha nodded, and continued to watch in interest at the magic spell. "You can see the weaves?" Kaura whispered after a moment, watching carefully as Teyha nodded. "Then you contain a magical gift?" Again, Teyha nodded, and dropped her eyes some, and Kaura finished her spell, moving to the side. "Color, strength?" She asked softly.

"White." Teyha responded with a sigh. "Spirit, then water are my strongest elements."

Kaura laughed softly, and moved to the bed, chuckling as she sat next to Janek, her hand seeking his. "You attract odd creatures." She told him fondly. "An Elf... And a witch."
 
"A witch?" Janek said with equal parts incredulity and resignation. He'd become suspicious from the little whispered snippets she'd overheard of their exchange, but Kaura's confirmation was the nail in the coffin. "Damn it. That's as much trouble as if they knew what YOUR true capabilities are!" What he'd told Kaura at the start of her servitude was true: he had no inclination to enslave someone forever, which is why he was in the pleasure slave business (besides the obvious benefits).

But he nodded. "Well, this issue goes beyond the magic or non-magic involved. It's a basic life issue. That hasn't changed." He climbed out of the bunk and took up the key. Crossing to the hammock, he unlocked the chain from her magical collar. "Teyha, I am not ordering you to do anything, tonight. But I would be honored if you would join Kaura and me in the bunk. I promise it's much more comfortable, at the very least, and the other benefits... well, it's still up to you. Tonight is not about force. Tonight only, you're allowed to say no. But... honestly, I hope you don't." He said that as humbly as he could.

She was a pretty young thing, and while not as exotic as Kaura, she was still attractive. And... he rather did enjoy giving pleasure. This was always true, but his last few days with Kaura had brought that out even more. So he honestly looked forward to seeing if he could push Teyha through the block she had about sex. He felt it was important, even besides the needs of her new role.
 
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