beyond that, it gave her a temporary sense of well-being.
“You please me,” he said, and the shadow of a smile crossed his face.
“Three out of nine? At this rate, she’ll be ready for next year’s assembly…” A reedy voice caught her attention and Phaedra, still kneeling, turned to see a tall, elegant Traoian male in sapphire robes walking in leading a cat-eyed brunette on a golden leash. The woman was wearing what looked like a breastplate, but with holes that exposed her breasts. The breastplate was short, ending at the middle of her ribcage. From there, the garment was looked like a golden waterfall that fell to mid-thigh. The sandals the brunette wore were laced to the top of her calves by golden straps. Phaedra couldn’t help but to stare.
The man jerked the leash attached to a thin gold collar, pulling the slave to him.
“First presentation,” he said, and the brunette dropped, beautifully arching her back and presenting her nipples. Her master reached out and pinched both so hard that Phaedra gasped. But the slave only moaned with pleasure.
“Very good, Dakara. Stand.”
She rose, and now she too was staring at Phaedra with something between condescension and hatred.
“Senator Primus,” Bron said. “I wasn’t expecting you to be back from your campaign to Sector 3.”
“I’m sure you were hoping I’d miss the embarrassment of this display. My Dakara mastered all the positions in the first day.” He reached out and ran a hand down her hair, as one might pet an animal. “Your little flame-haired pet is unusual and comely, that I will concede. But I must ask, General Bron—was she injured during transport? There must be some explanation for her obvious learning disability?” Beside him, the brunette smirked.
Phaedra found herself riled by this insult to her intelligence. “Not all of us were born simple beasts. For some, it takes longer for us to lose our identity and bow to simple males.” The words were out of Phaedra’s mouth before she could stop them, and the shocked silence of the others had Phaedra quickly realizing her mistake.
“Well…” Senator Primus smiled broadly. “She’s surely eloquent, and bold enough to dishonor you, General Bron. Tell me, do you plan to give her a platform at the assembly? Perhaps have her emasculate you publicly by speaking in your stead? She certainly is good at it.” He chuckled. “My, oh, my. And you’re the man seeking to convince this district of your strong ‘leadership’ skills? Well, let’s just say I have my doubts.” He looked down at Phaedra. “It was nice to see you, little human. I’m sure I speak for everyone when I say I look forward to the outcome of this battle of wills. It will be interesting to see which one emerges as master, and which as pet. Come along, Dakara.”
She’d humiliated him.
That much was apparent even before Phaedra looked into the disapproving eyes of General Bron. And it gave her mixed feelings. On one hand, she’d been dehumanized and humiliated since her arrival. On the other hand, what happened left her unsettled. Senator Primus had clearly baited her. If she’d trusted her instincts, she’d have ignored his barbs and remained silent. What had she done?
“I’m taking you home.” The statement was delivered coolly.
“I can try again. With the positions, I mean.” Phaedra felt a sudden sense of dread and put aside her pride to try to repair the damage. “I can go onto the next position.”
“No.” Bron took her arm. “I clearly need to conduct some sessions privately. Senator Primus is correct. You are overly proud, Phaedra.”
“Are you going to beat me?” Her voice was shaking.
“No. What I have in store is something much more effective.”
She felt sick as the pod sped back to this compound. The loop had been terrible, but obviously General Bron didn’t think it was enough.
He’d removed the leash from the thin silver collar she wore, but now as he snapped it back on,
“You please me,” he said, and the shadow of a smile crossed his face.
“Three out of nine? At this rate, she’ll be ready for next year’s assembly…” A reedy voice caught her attention and Phaedra, still kneeling, turned to see a tall, elegant Traoian male in sapphire robes walking in leading a cat-eyed brunette on a golden leash. The woman was wearing what looked like a breastplate, but with holes that exposed her breasts. The breastplate was short, ending at the middle of her ribcage. From there, the garment was looked like a golden waterfall that fell to mid-thigh. The sandals the brunette wore were laced to the top of her calves by golden straps. Phaedra couldn’t help but to stare.
The man jerked the leash attached to a thin gold collar, pulling the slave to him.
“First presentation,” he said, and the brunette dropped, beautifully arching her back and presenting her nipples. Her master reached out and pinched both so hard that Phaedra gasped. But the slave only moaned with pleasure.
“Very good, Dakara. Stand.”
She rose, and now she too was staring at Phaedra with something between condescension and hatred.
“Senator Primus,” Bron said. “I wasn’t expecting you to be back from your campaign to Sector 3.”
“I’m sure you were hoping I’d miss the embarrassment of this display. My Dakara mastered all the positions in the first day.” He reached out and ran a hand down her hair, as one might pet an animal. “Your little flame-haired pet is unusual and comely, that I will concede. But I must ask, General Bron—was she injured during transport? There must be some explanation for her obvious learning disability?” Beside him, the brunette smirked.
Phaedra found herself riled by this insult to her intelligence. “Not all of us were born simple beasts. For some, it takes longer for us to lose our identity and bow to simple males.” The words were out of Phaedra’s mouth before she could stop them, and the shocked silence of the others had Phaedra quickly realizing her mistake.
“Well…” Senator Primus smiled broadly. “She’s surely eloquent, and bold enough to dishonor you, General Bron. Tell me, do you plan to give her a platform at the assembly? Perhaps have her emasculate you publicly by speaking in your stead? She certainly is good at it.” He chuckled. “My, oh, my. And you’re the man seeking to convince this district of your strong ‘leadership’ skills? Well, let’s just say I have my doubts.” He looked down at Phaedra. “It was nice to see you, little human. I’m sure I speak for everyone when I say I look forward to the outcome of this battle of wills. It will be interesting to see which one emerges as master, and which as pet. Come along, Dakara.”
She’d humiliated him.
That much was apparent even before Phaedra looked into the disapproving eyes of General Bron. And it gave her mixed feelings. On one hand, she’d been dehumanized and humiliated since her arrival. On the other hand, what happened left her unsettled. Senator Primus had clearly baited her. If she’d trusted her instincts, she’d have ignored his barbs and remained silent. What had she done?
“I’m taking you home.” The statement was delivered coolly.
“I can try again. With the positions, I mean.” Phaedra felt a sudden sense of dread and put aside her pride to try to repair the damage. “I can go onto the next position.”
“No.” Bron took her arm. “I clearly need to conduct some sessions privately. Senator Primus is correct. You are overly proud, Phaedra.”
“Are you going to beat me?” Her voice was shaking.
“No. What I have in store is something much more effective.”
She felt sick as the pod sped back to this compound. The loop had been terrible, but obviously General Bron didn’t think it was enough.
He’d removed the leash from the thin silver collar she wore, but now as he snapped it back on,
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