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Breaking a pet

The witch's orgasm, the contortions of her body and throat and the noises she made, it was enough to coax yet another orgasm out of Janek's body. It had been a while since he'd had quite this constant level of drainage, and he knew he was quite done for a short while. He unloaded into her mouth and throat, adding yet another thing she was expected to cope with in the throes of what was likely the most powerful paingasm she'd ever experienced, and possibly the most powerful orgasm entirely. But it was part of the training, a sort of trial by overwhelming sensation, one of the necessary steps to break her down so she could be built back up. As in the military, so in the slave game.

He finally disengaged, pulled away from her gasping mouth. "Oh, excellent work." He motioned for Kaura to stop her whipping. "I think you have suffered enough for the day, on several counts. And lovely work, my elf." He caressed Teyha's face a moment, then patted her gently. "Rest. You've done well. Take a few moments."

He took Kaura aside while Teyha gathered herself. "Nicely done. I think you've got an instinct. I wouldn't have thought it a few days ago." He stroked her chin as he chuckled. "But now, I should let the two of you go about your daily duties. Deck washing, rope coiling, that sort of thing." He glanced over at the witch. "When you're ready, of course."
 
Teyha couldn't fight the urge to squirm, her body alight with sensations that surged up from her groin. Short, quick strike from the thin rod sent her orgasm only so much higher, and try as she might she couldn't deny the pleasure then it sent such a powerful warmth flooding into her body. It was as if every inch of her delicate body was bathed in sensation, the epicenter her dripping womanhood. She choked and groaned, surrendering to the burning heat that scorched it's way up through her body.

It was then, her wails muffled by the thick meat in her mouth, that Janek reached his peak as well. His cum, though thinned from over use, still coated the inside of the girl's mouth, and ran in thick streams into her throat. She swallowed by reflex, almost surprised by how easily she was letting the seed seep in her mouth. She had spit the first load she tasted out, choking both on the consistency and taste. That certainly that hadn't made her trainer then happy, but she hadn't cared about her punishment then. What had changed so drastically that she ended up here, trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm. Janek stroked her like a prized pet, and stepped away, leaving the girl to curl forward, hands on her knees and head bent.

Of course Kaura wasn't nearly so disturbed. In fact she smiled brightly at Janek's praise, grinning as she swished the cane through the air once or twice more for the feeling, and held it carefully at her side when content. "I simply imitated you as best I could." She laughed. "How you focus on not simply the pain, but pleasure of the strikes."
 
“Well, you’re an able student,” he murmured, stroking Kaura’s cheek. “I have to go and do captainly things, see about the maintenance of the voyage. I would like it if you would see after Teyha, make sure she recovers well. I’ll send someone to bring you to your work detail. I’ll… I’ll see you soon.”

The sun was bright when he emerged from the cabin, and he was approached almost immediately by his mate. “Cap’n, sir. Good to see you this day!”

“If that’s a dig,” Janek said drily, “I’m not hurt.”

“It’s only understandable, sir. You’re retiring when we get to port. Your mind isn’t on your work.”

“It’s on enough. What’s the status?”

“Oh, everything’s ship-shape, sir, we don’t have any wrinkles at this point. The slaves are progressing nicely, but for your two. And, I’ve meant to talk to you about that.”

“I thought I made my arrangements clear.”

“Oh, you did, you did, sir, no worries. But the men and I, we… we decided on a parting gift. It’s ship tradition.”

“I know it. And what gift did you fine gentlemen decide?”

“Well, sir, we thought to let you leave the life with a prime slave of your own.”

“Let me guess… Sharp Tongue.” Janek put both hands on the rail and hung his head, chuckling. Oh, the ironies. “She’s the most difficult, and thus the least profitable.”

“Well, er… that did factor into it, sir.” The mate seemed almost embarrassed about it. “Oh, well, then,” he said, more cheerfully, “I noted you pulled a limiter belt out of storage. Are you doing deprivation therapy on Sharp Tongue? Would you like the usual: all fucking done in front of her, or using her as a table for it, that sort of thing?”

He thought about it. If he were still training her, that would be his prescription: put arousal and satisfaction in front of her all the time, taunt her, keep her aroused, so that she would be aware of her own mounting desire, and eventually would beg for satisfaction. But now… now she was being ceded directly to him, as a parting gift. Was there a point to further training?

“Not… at the moment. Right now, just treat her normal, except hands-off. Don’t avoid her when training the others, but don’t push her, either.”

“And… the elf?”

“Same as before.” He watched his two girls being led from the cabin, their naked flesh nearly sparkling in the sun, and felt himself get distracted. He knew it was happening, but what else was he going to do?

“Aye, Captain,” he heard the mate say, before the man moved off. He sighed. It was a strange situation, and a strange reaction he was having. He could blame it all on Kaura, but he couldn’t really see it in himself to curse her for it. If anything, it was as if something had been unlocked in him. He just didn’t know how to handle it.
 
Oh course Teyha had no clue the of the brief discussion concening her future happening just outside the cabin door. To her the present, the remainder of pleasure still tormenting her, seemed far more important. She didn't deny it as she had before, but the force still took her off guard. Panting she pushed herself up rom the floor as Kaura approached. The other slave settled down on her knee, and stroked the girl for a moment, a silent apology for the pain she was no doubt in. Softly she spoke, in the lyrical language of her people.

Only briefly did Kaura's voice waver, her highly developed ears picking up on the conversation taking place mere feet away. Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn't dare look up at Janek, to see his expression at the idea of having Teyha his own. Her grip tightened a fraction of the younger girl, and she felt a pang of sorrow shoot through her. Her species alone ensured she would be far too valuable to be simply given away as a gift. She could fight it. Backtrack until she was the least trained of the slaves, but exoticism alone ensured her pricetag, and misbehaving only upset the one she wanted to see smile.

So silently she allowed herself be drawn up, releasing her friend so they could be brought to their daily chores. She didn’t curse Teyha for having the luck of being with Janek, but said not a word all the same. The child would learn, and perhaps the surprise would help brighten the poor girl when it came time for her sale.
 
The day went reasonably quickly, if with some difficulty. The standard shipboard work was arduous, but not terribly complex, and neither of the women was sexually used, although many of the other slaves were utilized. They seemed to enjoy it, even as they endured the interruption of their work, and picked up again with their duties as soon as they’d given their masters pleasure. Their training was proceeding apace, even ahead of schedule. For all but Kaura and Teyha.

They took their shift on the virgins together, and were then put back to work. They passed the whole day, naked and mostly in the sun, exposed under the eyes of the other men and women. It was a mark of how far their training HAD gone that they didn’t even consider this the entire time, that it wasn’t impossible to forget about it. But eventually they were escorted back to the captain’s cabin.

The cabin was in a bit of disarray, a number of Janek’s personal papers strewn about, and he was still in the midst of collecting them as the women came in and took their usual expected positions. He slid a drawer closed, and then turned to the girls, smiling. “Welcome. I’m told you performed excellently today. The collars supply your needs, but I’m sure you’d appreciate a bit of a reward for good work.” He gestured to two plates of food and drink over by the bunk. “By all means, relax and help yourselves.”

He sat on his stool and watched them as they partook. “I should inform you of some happenings that affect your training. I… there’s a crewman who’s leaving the ship. Turns out he’s not much suited for the slaving life anymore. Getting a conscience, apparently. And… in Scythian slaver tradition, the crew voted to send him off with a parting gift: the least valuable of the slaves. Now, since they don’t know anything about either of your special abilities, they made their judgment according to the difficulty of training. Which, by any objective standard, means you’re it, Teyha. You won’t have to be sold, you won’t have to worry about serving multiple masters… in a very real way, you’re almost free.”

He paused, trying to gauge her reaction, before he continued.
 
It seemed that Kaura and Teyha would be paired as a team from then on, not that either girl minded particularly. They enjoyed the other's company, and Kaura added a degree of fun and humor to the daily routine. Her smile easy and laugh soft but clear it was hard to imagine that she felt so sick inside, the conversation her advanced Elven senses were all but forced to pick up. She looked at her friend, her gaze soft, but a seed of jealousy trying to cut into her heart. Janek was a man close to her, someone she admitted she felt far too powerfully for. Pleasures of the flesh aside, whatever they experienced together unimportant, she should never allow a human to worm his way so deeply into the deepest most hidden corners of her heart.

At the same time she couldn't ignore the friendship she was developing with Teyha. How could she despise the luck of this young woman when she knows so well she would be ruined in sale? Weaker than most humans the girl was emotionally stunted, bright enough, but lacking confidence and courage to show the sides of her personality that peeked through from under layers of doubt and fear. Janek she trusted, knowing the man would show Teyha pleasure, joy, lust, with a clear understanding of her limits. She knew him well enough to see pain was not what drove him, what added fire to his passion, though Teyha might enjoy it well on occasion. She deserved him, and that alone kept Kaura's envy in check, and lightened her mood enough to never dare think of ruining the witch's chance at happiness.

That in mind both girls went through the day with little difficulty. It seemed the only girl still shy about her nudity was the small witch, who now sought the most discrete ways to hide herself. Half turns from crewmen who watched the slaves, half sitting to bend forward and scrub the deck, rather than perch on her hands and knees with her charms clearly displayed, and arms help close at her sides to cover her bosom at angles.

Apparently it was an innocent enough slight to her training, for when both girls returned to the cabin they were met by a smiling Janek, and plates of food for their enjoyment. "Thank you, Master." Both women said simultaneously, reaching forward to take their meals. They ate quietly as Janek spoke, his message becoming clear.

Teyha froze then, that hard biscuit wedged between her teeth. She couldn't believe what she heard! She didn't dare believe it! Hurriedly she broke off her piece,and chewed it down. "I wont be sold?" She asked once her mouth was clear, staring at Janek to find any edge of cruel humor to his eyes, but of course there was none. "May I ask who is it?"

"This is wonderful news, my friend." The elf told her quietly, flashing a slight sad smile. Teyha, too excited by the prospect of not being sold on the block to a stranger to notice her reserve simply grinned in return.
 
“Certainly, you may ask,” Janek said softly. He had picked up the tone of Kaura’s voice, and he felt an unexpected pang in his chest because of it. “I’m afraid the crewman who’s leaving is… well, it’s me.”

He sighed. “I’m afraid this voyage has been far too damaging to my conscience. After a decade of work in the field, I’ve been… changed, now.” He looked steadily at Kaura. “I think I’ve let my emotions become too engaged, and now I cannot divorce my actions from the stress they cause. I… I don’t feel up to it, anymore.”

He shook it off, at least on the surface. “So I’m leaving the ship. And you, Teyha, are my going-away present. Which means… you aren’t subject to the usual training requirements. At this point, I’m not sure what I want to do with you for the rest of the voyage, or… afterward. I’m not sure what I’m going to do afterward, myself.”

He looked over at Teyha. “But first thing to cover is: how about we take that belt off? Stand up; let me put in the release code.”
 
In such a situation many women would dive for the chance to pass on the rougher lifestyle of slavery. Teyha knew Janek by now, trusted him above any on the ship, and knew well that her chances of happiness after being sold were rather slim. Though she was never told it directly she guessed the stubborn ones like her were referred by the sadistic masters who wanted to play at least a small hand in breaking the spirit of their slave. The perfectly behaved well trained ones were far more costly, and lacked the same degree of thrill. Passing on the opportunity to escape the life she would receive after her sale was foolish to the point of sheer stupidity, and all in the room knew it.

But the matter of emotion was still present. It would take a fool to not notice the way Kaura turned her head from both her small friend and the master who she had grown close to on the voyage. One delicate hand raised up to brush away any evidence of the hurt of being removed from the one she had grown so fond of... Even Janek looked as if he was trying to swallow a stone, his eyes locked on Kaura as he spoke of emotion and conscience.

What sort of monstrous woman would consider her own comfort above the love that the two very obviously shared for one another? "I don't want to be your gift." Teyha declared, crossing both arms firmly over her chest with a frown. "This is ridiculous! It's an insult to everyone in here, and I don't want to be a part of it!"

"Teyha!" Kaura started sharply, biting back her words at the glare her friend shot to her.

"I'd rather be sold then to be a consolation prize."
 
Janek drew himself up, straightened just a little. “This is, I am sorry to say, exactly why you were selected. You appear to be under the impression that you have any choice in the matter. That’s rather the point of slavery, you know: no options.”

“While I appreciate your… bull-headedness on the subject, and I understand you’re coming from a laudable place, I’m not asking your opinion. I am informing you what is. Now, I expect you to be appreciative, and I expect you to be obedient, at least for the extent of the voyage. If you require a reminder of the appropriate behavior expected of you, I’m sure a reminder can be arranged.”

He allowed a bit of steel to show through in his tone on that last sentence. He didn’t like the larger situation any more than either of the women, but there was little enough he could do. He’d been examining his holdings, his finances. He wasn’t sure what he could do, precisely, but he had to consider any options. This tradition of the gift was one other concern he had that had been alleviated; now he only had to focus on his primary and overriding problem: Kaura, and her pending sale.
 
Missing how Janek drew himself up at her protest was all but impossible, and made Teyha draw back away hesitantly, unsure about her actions. A quick sideways glance at the slave to her side helped fortify any reserve Janek was trying to force down. All the same she swallowed, ad had to glance again at her friend, taking in every detail from the downward cast of her eyes, to the ever so faint trembling along her fingers. She couldn't in all good conscience take her place beside Janek, not when neither her nor the captain particularly desires that fate.

Again the witch turned to her trainer, drawing herself up to full height. "I can't." She agreed, a firm note in her voice clearly saying that she would not be easily swayed now. Her light eyes locked onto Janek's dark with equal strength. "But you can. I'm sure yu can protest your parting gift, or even opt to sell me once we're at the docks and pocket the money yourself. I'm sure you wouldn't be the first captain to do so, when faced with the possibility of being stuck with a particularly stubborn charge for the rest of their life." She paused briefly, the corners of her lips turning lightly up in the very slight bit of humor, but she looked down at her lap all the same, at the belt wrapped around her tiny waist. "There's still time to get to the docks, that I could work hard and raise my value. Pocket it and you can put it to something you actually want in your life instead of a consolation prize." She continued softly, the sideways dart of her eyes towards Kaura unnecessary at this point.

"This is not your decision to make." Kaura cut in softly, "What you are suggesting will not save our master or me. I know you mean to help, but you need to trust in your master. This is what you lack, what part of the training you miss time ad again. You give in to the pleasure, you're learning to submit... But only when presented. Each tie it's the same battle to prove to you that no one will take you past your limits, and no one will hurt you more than you can take. Still you think too much, you question too much. You will never sell well if your master has to prove time and again that he's not out to make you suffer."
 
Janek closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose with thumb and forefinger. “All right, enough. No more. No more discussion. Teyha. You will come with me. If I have to leash you, I will, but you should practice some vague semblance of obedience and follow. Kaura, please prepare the room for bed.”

He paused long enough to select one of his more wicked-looking punishment whips, and then led Teyha out of the cabin and forward to the prow of the ship, far enough away that even elven ears wouldn’t be able to discern specifics. There, he just put his hands on the rail and gazed out. “The moon is going to rise right over… there, I believe, very shortly,” he said in a conversational tone. “Moonrise on a clear night over a surging ocean… it’s one of the things I’m going to miss about being on the sea.”

He paused a while, then leaned forward, resting his elbows on the rail and looking over at the witch woman. “Seriously, I do understand and appreciate your gesture. But you have to understand: it’s not like I have a choice. I want to be with Kaura. She’s wreaked such… destruction in my psyche. She’s changed who I am as a person, even without me knowing it. I’m just realizing how much has occurred.”

He turned to look at Teyha. “But you became part of that equation as soon as Kaura took a liking to you. As soon as she bonded with you. Because how could I let someone like you be sold? The others, they’ve accepted their roles, and they’ll profit by it, in the long run. You never will, and given what I’ve come to realize, I can’t allow that. I had been wondering how I was going to purchase you both, you see. I don’t think I could manage it, wholly, even though your price wouldn’t be nearly as much as anyone else’s.”

“But now you’re gifted to me, and I can focus my finances on her. IF, that is, you can stop being such a damnable hero. Look, my share from your sale is not going to be enough to tip the scales, do you see? Your resistance to what has been handed to you is not going to win me anything, and if I couldn’t pull off the purchase by other means, that would mean three people in misery, instead of just two.”

“If you want to help, you can try and restrain your uncanny impulse to do the exact wrong thing at any given moment, and just… be obedient for a change. Yes, I do need to find the money, but your sale isn’t going to help, so we have to figure out something else. If you want to be of use, maybe come up with an idea how we can do that, and perhaps we can pull it off.”

“But… I don’t want you to tell Kaura that I’m trying to wrangle buying her myself. In the very likely occurrence that I won’t be able to do it, I would… I know she accepts that she’s too large of a prize for me to claim, I can’t do that to my men. She’s willing to sacrifice herself, take the long view like the others and go from there. A few years means little to a near-immortal, after all. I don’t want her to end up with a stranger, but if I can’t manage it, better she goes with what she’s already resigned herself to do. It would be crueler to get her hopes up and then disappoint her. It will crush me quite enough for both of us, I think.” He leveled an intense gaze at Teyha. “I want you to swear to me you won’t tell her.”
 
Briefly Teyha was sure she was being led out to be beaten. She pushed herself tow wobbling knees, eyes full of doubt and fear as she made her way to follow the slaver out from the room. He took with him a dangerous looking whip,and panicked Teyha looked over her shoulder at Kaura to save her before she was led out from the room and the door was closed securely behind them, separating her from the young maiden.

She expected the man to take her down to the bowels of the ship, to the only too familiar room she was punished in time and again for speaking her mind. Instead he took her up to the railing, and paying no mind to the frightening weapon in his hand he leaned over to watch for the glimmer of moonlight over the ocean. Without it the ocean seemed black as ink, the peaks of small waves only visible by the soft reflection of starlight and flickering torches that lit their vessel. Surprised the girl blinked, and moved by his side to look over at the dazzling scene herself. For a long moment neither of them spoke, gazing out absently at the ever changing sea, bathed in the icy cold drizzling splashes that made their way up the side of the ship.

Finally the slaver spoke, and Teyha could only listen, her face changing colors in response to her annoyance, embarrassment, and shame in turn. She didn't say anything until he finished, and she leaned back with a soft sigh. "I only want to help." She told him gently. "Aboard this ship it's all lust and it seems so... Dead." The young woman almost whispered. "Not just for the women, but the trainers. I'm sure it feels good... But they look like it's a duty. It's their job to train these women, and it's passionateness and impersonal. What you and Kaura do... It's not the same. It so almost beautiful, at least as beautiful as such a thing can be. I just don't want to add to the reason why she can't stay by your side."

The girl sighed, pushing herself away from the railing to turn away from him. "I wont tell her." She said after a few seconds. "But if there is anything I can do to help you get her... Please, let me help?"
 
He sighed. "I welcome your help. I just don't know what can be done. If you think of anything, please let me know."

He stared out over the water. "I think you put your finger on the problem, though. It's... passionate. Personal. I had to engage her, to get past her defenses, and while it... worked, it also worked on me. I'm just coming to realize what that means." He gave the young witch a sideways glance. "And it's contagious, you know. I start caring about her, I find I have the capacity to care about you, about Butt Sl... um, Ophelie. It's fair ruined me as a slaver, I can tell that already." He sighed again. "Perhaps it's best that this forces me to give up the life. Even if I don't succeed, I can't go back to it." He chuckled under his breath. "Damn, it seems so strange when I actually say the words out loud. I'm not sure I actually realized it fully until I said it."

He leaned on the forward gunwhale, the rail that raised higher against the prow of the ship, and angled himself to gaze at Teyha. "You know, you're a handful and a nuisance as a slave. But as a friend and lover and confidante, you're significantly better. I want you to know, I appreciate what you feel, for Kaura and for me. Given the circumstances... it means a lot."
 
For a long moment Teyha stood silent, unmoving before the man, before she turned half away to gaze out at the sea herself. The young girl made a small noise, quieted herself, and ducked her head down as if lost in deep thought. When she did manage to speak a few long seconds later there was an obvious note of confusion and self doubt in her tone, as if deeply questioning what she was saying. "It's weird." She said in a near whisper. "I want to try to tell you to continue slaving. That you're a great at what you do, and I honestly mean it..." The girl stopped, looking troubled by what she was saying, and shook her head. "I have to wonder how much you and Kaura have affected me too, to actually want you to keep kidnapping women and forcing them to be sex slaves for the enjoyment of strange men."

She turned back to the slaver, smiling brightly. "What the others do is depressing." The girl told him honestly. "I'm sure you agree, and not just for the women, but the men too. It's just not the same, and it's a bit sad." With a sigh she leaned against the railing, enjoying the splash of cold water against her naked skin. "Really I don't think what Kaura has done for you is bad at all, not for this trade. Of course I'm not a slaver or anything of the sort, but you could take any one of the women on this ship and turn them into prizes that masters would pay dearly for. Not a sexy act, or teaching a technique, but spreading passion. You said it yourself, it's contagious, and if you give it to one of the others..." The little witch couldn't help but to pause and smile softly. "The value would go much higher for a slave who loves sharing her body, rather than just having been adjusted to it."
 
He listened and considered. "You may be right. I don't know. Maybe in the future, it might be something I can do, but for now... I don't know." He sighed. "All right. Let's go back. I find I don't want to be apart from her for too long, considering the potential." He turned to face back at the rest of the ship. "It's a good ship; I'm going to miss being at sea, I think." He gestured and took a couple of steps toward the aft, then he paused.

"Oh, right. Um." He turned and looked at Teyha sternly. "There should be no talking back. You're a slave, and you need to get that through your thick skull, et cetera, et cetera, chastisement, chastisement..." He took the whip and kind of waved it at her, drawing a vague X in the air with the coiled leather, not swinging the lash at all. "It would be better if you could use your cleverness to come up with less directly confrontational ways to raise your objections, but I suppose it won't matter too much shortly, one way or another."

He sighed, and nodded with a slight smile. "There you go. Punishment done. Do you feel properly scolded?"
 
Teyha had honestly been expecting some form of brutal punishment for her tongue, even a halfhearted beating to drive home the even illusive fact that she was no longer free to say whatever popped into her mind. Her previous trainer would have, really any trainer on the ship would have... And it might have been every bit as much for her sake as theirs, the little witch realized with an inward sigh.

But now, be it because of the changes to Janek's psyche, or perhaps the change in her own status aboard the ship, she only received a ghost lashing. The slaver didn't so much unwind his whip before gesturing halfheartedly back towards her, a mock punishment completed by the almost humorous way he scolded her. He stood before her, a smile on his handsome face while he waited for a reaction from his trainee, and decided slave.

Teyha didn't know what to say in return. She stood rooted for several long moments, staring up at the man as though there was something she wanted to say, but couldn't. What was there to? The slave questioned distantly. Smiling and saying he was a good man she feared would only drive in further his own newfound shortcomings as a slaver. The fact that he had turned so soft now that even the most stubborn of slaves could address him casually following a punishment, without fear of retribution. It almost seemed an insult!

Without thinking she took a half step forward, and dropped to her knees on the deck, folding forward to lay a simply kiss on the top of the slavers foot. "My master is good to me." She whispered softly. "I wont disappoint you again."
 
"Oh, stop that," he said gently. "I know the gesture is heartfelt, and I appreciate it. But I'm realist enough to know you aren't a slave like that. Maybe you'll commit yourself to be someday, but you've never been the type to be forced."

He helped her to her feet. "Honestly, I think it was a mistake taking you in the first place. You're gorgeous enough, but your personality is all wrong. There are always those who can't be trained, broken like we want. Well... not in the space of one voyage, at least. It's rare, but it happens. I'd have noticed it before if it weren't for my... distractions. Which you're well aware of."

He sighed. "But now, now it doesn't matter. You're not to be sold, you're to be my personal slave. And I don't normally keep slaves. I know, that's strange to hear. I have one or two to keep my house, but I'm hardly ever there, so they're basically more employees than slaves. I'm largely self-sufficient, and if it weren't for my job, I wouldn't have much call for them."

He leveled his gaze at her. "I'm telling you this because I'm no longer training you for sale. And as such, I can train you for my personal preferences. Which are minimal, and which you basically already possess. With the exception of tact, of course, but that's more politeness, and avoiding just blurting out the first thought that comes into your head. But... I like that you don't just obey, I like that you question and that you are sure of your answers before you comply. You're a thinking woman, and that's challenging, exciting. You can keep me on my toes, and too many people, slavers and freemen alike, don't realize how important that is. It's what I like about Kaura. She's just... smoother at it than you. But you can learn."

He put his hands on her shoulders. "So as much as the gesture means to me, as much as it must have been a powerful choice on your part... I want you to know that I don't require displays from you. If you do end up caring about me and Kaura enough to make that kind of a display, let's have it work through other means, as well. Maybe together, you and I can think of some way to pull it off, pull off saving her from a stranger."

He knew he was different now, because he had let himself care, and that basically spoiled his career. But he hadn't lost his skills or knowledge, he wasn't less of a trainer or less of a man, just less of a professional slaver, because he had lost his detachment. Still, there were advantages to becoming attached, and he hoped his newfound ability to care would bond him with Teyha as much as it had with Kaura. And perhaps it would work out well for the three of them, if it did.

Of course, if it didn't, it would be devastating. But he'd deal with that if he had to.
 
Almost reluctantly the girl rose back to her feet, a timid, uneasy smile on her face as Janek spoke softly to her, his words soothing the worries that she hadn't quite yet been able to quell. His profession aside, the now claimed slave girl found herself realizing that the man really was quite sweet, which only made the girl more curious about what led him here, to this life. Spurred forth by love or not, a man simply does not simply begin caring without having the ability prior... And if this was his real disposition, it seemed strange he would ever consider such a callous career.

Of course she was not present when the man described the social structure of his nation to the Elven woman, and the trainer who was in charge of her had never explained in detail just what kind of country they came from. Really, she realized more than anything that she knew nothing about this man short of what he does aboard the ship. Her focus had always been so securely locked onto her own plight, that she never took much chance to understand where she was heading, nor what life the slavers might lead when not training their charges. They were still very much an enigma to her, even Janek, who she had grown so close to still only seemed to settle into the place of a slave trainer, a good one, but that hardly seemed to justify the casual dismissal.

The startling realization was that as victimized and abused as Teyha wanted to feel, it was always Janek that offered her support and kindness. He wasn't always gentle, not did he always say what the young woman wanted to hear, but never did he wrong her. Never did he push her past her limits, without knowing that it was an obstacle that she would be able to overcome, and be a better slave and woman for it. Patiently and kindly he led her forward, and in return she would stomp on his feet, and spit in his face for it. Acts not just detestable by one to be owned, but from one human to another.

Without pausing to think, the girl shot to her master. Her arms moved to wrap securely around his muscled neck and her face burred itself against his collar, clinging tightly. "I will make you proud." She swore, voice muffled by his flesh against her own. "Even if I'm not going to be sold. Even if I have a bad personality to be a slave. You're a good man, Master, and I want to honor that." Slowly she pulled back, lips trembling slightly as she smiled. "And I'm sure we can think of some way to keep Kaura. Don't you worry about that, Master. But now... I think you're right, we've neglected her long enough. I'm sure she'll think the worst of my 'whipping' if we don't get back soon." Her arms released their death grip on his neck, to softly grasp at his hand, waiting for him to lead them both back to the cabin where the Elven woman dozed, waiting for her lovers to return.
 
He was momentarily stunned by her display, shocked into silence. His arms automatically encircled her as she hugged him, and he couldn't help but smile at her words. "I hope you're right, Teyha, I hope you're right."

He led her back to the cabin, and back to Kaura.

The next week was instructive. Working together, the two slaves displayed immense improvement, both of them perfecting their skills beyond almost any slave Janek had worked with. He continued his readings to Kaura, and now Teyha, and along the way, he realized how little Teyha had been told of Scythia, and corrected that oversight; after all, what sort of Master would he be if he didn't inform his personal slave of his history and culture? Finally, he realized, he'd trained them as much as he could in solo service. So it came to the point where he knew if Kaura was to be considered "fully trained," he had to introduce her to... other men.

It was one evening after an excellent session of service (Teyha was becoming a deft hand with the cane, assisting him in teaching Kaura to focus on her duties despite painful distractions) that he finally had to lay out the issue, and what needed to be done. "I have to teach you to please more than... more than myself," he admitted, trying to quell the quaver he felt at the words. "You have to see that your lessons are applicable to every man, with some minor variations. It's... necessary."
 
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