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Samantha listened intently to their back and forth, still, quite ignored and she was fuming at how right Master Prince was. She also didn't understand why she was so angry about it, she knew her place, she'd accepted what she was, why was this particular event driving her insane? Suddenly she was brought back into the conversation when she heard that someone was getting fucked and she groaned when she thought of the concept of Charlotte and Master Prince fucking while she watched.

Charlotte was coy, much more intelligent than Samantha had originally given her credit for, and now Samantha was beginning to understand why Master Prince took a liking to this woman. the back and forth continued and it finally fell on Charlotte deciding Samantha's fate. Charlotte getting the better of Master Prince in the final exchange then used her finger to lift Samantha's chin as she gazed at the woman who then asked what she wanted. This was unexpected...

"I desire only to pleasure Master Prince and whomever else he deems worthy of my attention Ma'am." She automatically responded, as she was attuned to do. Looking into Charlotte's eyes, Samantha smiled. "If you do desire a more truthful answer, then I suppose listening to this entire exchange has lead me to believe that your intelligence might rival that of Master Prince's. Either that, or your reluctance to obey him, as he's instructed you to not ask my opinion because it isn't relevant, yet you still did, might make him even more interested in you. Then I would want to pleasure you both, not solely because Master Prince deems you worthwhile, but because you seem to be an immensely confident woman, and I was wrong about you."
 

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"I'm not that confident," Charlotte confided.

"You're more confident than you feel. At least, you are when you're backed into a corner. That's why I'm so curious to see what you do with power. Will you wield it or relinquish it?" Mr. Prince didn't seem upset that Charlotte had defied him. That might just have been one of his games, or it might have just be a good poker face as he was seething inside.

"So, if I chose to use the power by having you both focus on pleasing me?"

"Then we would do it, and I assure you, you would enjoy the experience." There was not a hint of doubt in the gentleman's tone.

"And if I said you could both please me but have no release yourselves?" Charlotte took a sip of her tea.

"It would cause Samantha more grief than me, I'd wager, but we would abide by that choice. Once, the Owner edged dear Samantha for nearly 36 hours straight. The fact she maintained her sanity is a testament to her strength."

"What in the world did she do to earn that?" Charlotte asked, shocked at that revelation.

"Nothing, I think. To my knowledge, he just wanted to see how long her could keep her on the edge. The owner is more sadistic than I." He glanced down to the slave, "Feel free to correct me. You know the motivations better than I."

"I... I don't see how I can pass up the opportunity to sleep with the pair of you. You are both..." Charlotte shook her head, "You both look like you've stepped out of a fantasy."

"Excellent. Finish your tea so Samantha can pick up, and we'll see if we can make those fantasies come true."

Part of Charlotte didn't like that he was rushing her. Another wanted to be rushed. This was complicated and confusing, but she did finish her tea and set the empty cup next to his.
 

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Samantha felt like she was going to be cut open the way she felt Master Prince was feeling towards her. As Prince spoke of one of her particular sessions with The Owner, she audibly gasped before looking down at the ground, blushing like mad now. Samantha groaned just thinking about it, cause it wasn't one of her most... favorite things to think about. "My Owner is quite... Curious... To see how his property can handle certain things done to them Ma'am. Master Prince is not at all lieing."

As she complimented them both, Samantha would smile as she watched Samantha finish her tea, placing the cup back onto the tray, both cups now there, empty, as Samantha would go to stand, and cry out from the weight moving. "Fuck... I'm sorry Master, I had completely forgotten..." Samantha said, wincing as she finally stood up and took the tray away, bringing everything back inside and over towards the kitchen to be washed later on, something she assumed she'd be doing.

Returning to them outside, Samantha would get back to her knees, looking between the two of them, waiting for the next order to be given on how things would transpire here. She knew Charlotte was completely oblivious as to how things worked, but she knew Master Prince was quietly enjoying himself, taunting the young lady Charlotte and tormenting Samantha.
 

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Charlotte winced at the cry of pain, causing Mr. Prince to smile. "If it's up to me, I would leave them on while we play with her. The idea of her bent over the back of one of these chairs, the weight swaying like a pendulum as I claim her... well, it's a lovely image. However, the clips, the weight, I've already given them to you. You'll decide when they come off because you're going to take them off."

"But when I take them off, it's going to really hurt her."

"Oh, yes." Mr. Prince replied, leaning closer to explain, "You see blood flow is restricted in the areas most affected by the clips. When you remove them, said blood will return to the flesh that's been compressed, reviving those nerves. The resulting pain will be exquisite. If it makes you feel better, you aren't hurting her. You just decide when she feels the pain I ordered her to inflict upon herself."

"No... I can't say that makes me feel better. And if I refuse to deal with them, it'll just make things worse for her." She said just as Samantha left the greenhouse.

The two continued to converse while Samantha was gone and ominously seemed to fall silent as she returned. Both watched as Samantha knelt between them. After a moment, he broke the silence, "She hates this you know. Sweet Samantha hates this. The uncertainty, the torment, the anticipation. And yet, she loves it despite herself. My methods of discipline are so different than her Owner. He'd have attached another clip to her clit, with a similar weight, and made her do all of this in ballet boots, with an inflatable plug in her ass and a vibrator in her cunt."

"That, you see, would be comforting. All that effort to make her suffer is what she expects, what she wants. What you and I are doing, that's a different sort of torture. But it's still torture, and this little slut does so love to be tortured." While he was technically speaking to Charlotte, his piercing gaze never left the slave kneeling by his chair.

Charlotte slipped out of her chair, joining Samantha in the floor, also on her knees as she knelt before the slave. Rather than ask if it were true, she slipped a hand under the apron, sliding her middle finger across Samantha's smooth sex, stroking her to test her heat. To see if Mr. Prince's assessment were true. That middle finger continued to stroke back and forth across the slave's clit as Charlotte made a mistake.

Or was it a mistake? Perhaps she was intentionally choosing to prolong Samantha's agony. She removed the weight from the nipple chain, then, still stroking the clit, removed just a single clip from the left breast. As blood rushed back into that tortured nipple and agony lit up Samantha's world, she had to know she'd feel it again, when the right clip was removed, instead of doing both at once.
 

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Samantha did truly hate just how on point it seemed Master Prince was. Was this some gift he had, to be able to perfectly read some human and how they interacted and reacted to certain things? It was annoying, and she hated it, but at the same time... Samantha shivered at the thought of her Owner doing exactly what Master Prince said. She hated that inflatable plug. His gaze was on her, she gazing back as he pierced her soul and she looked away, looking down at the ground as Charlotte suddenly slipped from her chair and caught Samantha completely off guard as she looked at the woman and suddenly felt her on her aching pussy, gasping loudly at the first touch.

She was incredibly turned on, her thighs were slick and her pussy was a wet mess Charlotte would find. Almost to the point she could have likely been fisted, not that she wanted to. Samantha whined as she felt the finger on her clit and then groaned loudly as the weight was removed, but screamed out as the clamp was removed. "FUCK!" Samantha yelled out, her hands coming up and making that sort of claw like motion when you couldn't grab anything. She wasn't about to grab Master or Charlotte, so her hands just moved to her back, gripping her forearms instead.

"Oh god..." Samantha moaned out lustfully as she shivered and quaked in Charlottes 'grasp', still teasing her pussy. Samantha desperately wanted to rub her own nipples, but she didn't dare without permission, her body quivering as her pussy got even wetter and her body was already close to climax. Hell, she almost came when the pain hit her.
 

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The curse startled Charlotte a little. She dropped the clip, but the small jerk on the still clamped nipple was inconsequential compared to the flare of pain from the freed one. It also caused her to press a bit harder on the clit, and when Samantha didn't actually pull away, she went back to stroking, her own eyes beginning to dilate from arousal. She didn't comment on just how wet and hot Samantha's pussy was. Mr. Prince knew. Hell, he could probably smell her.

Charlotte, after that initial shock passed, realized that her own breath was coming a little quicker. Perhaps it was just empathy, her growing more aroused because Samantha was so turned on. But... just maybe, she'd enjoyed hurting the other woman.

Her free hand moved around to cup the back of Samantha's neck, pulling her closer as she slid first two, then three fingers into the slave's hot sex. She moved in like she was going for a kiss, only to lean over, lips finding Samantha's ear. Her breath was warm as she whispered to the woman, trying to speak soft enough for Mr. Prince not to eavesdrop. "I'm not here because I want to punish you. I don't care that you didn't find me interesting. That night, I was low, so very low."

Throughout the whispering, she worked through three fingers in and out, lewd noises coming from between Samantha's legs. "I let a man diminish me. Make me doubt myself. How can I blame you for doubting me? I feel better now. I feel stronger, sexier. I'm going to take off the other clip now, and when I do, I want you to cum for me. I want you to cum all over my hand. I don't want to punish you. He'll do that. I want to make you cum." Her teeth bit sharply on Samantha's ear as her hand began moving so quickly it began making wet slapping sounds. Releasing Samantha's neck, she reached for the chain, and plucked it right off the captured nipple.
 

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Samantha felt the hand on her neck ,and she also assumed a kiss was coming, however then Charlotte tilted her own head and the warm breath made Samantha shiver a bit more as she moaned out. She listened intently as Charlotte spoke whining and moaning as the fingers worked her pussy over, pumping her full, the pain still rolling through her for a moment, Charlotte's words were... oddly comforting? It was weird, Samantha felt like she brought this out, but maybe it was only Master Prince who did that?

Samantha yelped out as she was bit, her pussy aching and coming ever closer to her climax as Charlotte released her and finally pulled the second clamp off, Samantha gasping loudly as she arched forward onto Charlotte with her body as it started shaking hard. "OH GOD!" Samantha cried out, once more screaming but not angling it towards Charlotte's ears as she came, hard, her juices flowing and coating Charlotte's hand as she shook almost violently.

Her body had been tormented for quite sometime, so she was very, very ready to cum, and cum she did. Gasping and whimpering like a puppy as her body shook and slowly started to come down, her breathing ragged and labored, still using Charlotte for support, though not voluntarily, she just hadn't really recovered from subspace yet.
 

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Charlotte tossed the clamps to the side and cradled the trembling woman in her arms, stroking her hair and holding her close. "There you go... there you go. Yes... such a good girl."

Mr. Prince couldn't help but smile at the sight. He was leaning to the side, chin braced on a fist and watching the pair. "You have a compassionate heart, Charlotte. You would make a perfectly lovely Domme." He sighed a bit and rose to his feet, "Well, I feel like I've accomplished what I sat out to do today and have other things to attend to. You two enjoy yourselves. Don't worry about cleaning up and you're welcome to whatever I have in the cabinet over there. Do try not to damage anything, much less each other."

"Wait? You're leaving?" Charlotte sounded shocked.

"I am. Believe me, I'd happily fuck the two of you, but you don't need me and I think the moment is better without me. We'll get together another time." He leaned over and kissed Charlotte atop the head, then Samantha, whispering to the slave, "You took your punishment well, as always. Take the afternoon as you see fit." And with that, he left, shutting the door as he went.

"What a total asshole." Charlotte still sounded a bit shocked, but just shook her head and looked back to the woman in her arms. She nestled Samantha into her breasts and went back to stroking her hair. "He's right though. I don't know that I could have done that. You must be very strong."
 

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Samantha was breathing quite hard as she rested in Charlotte's arms, coming down from subspace as the woman affectionately held her. This was an insanely unusual feeling for Samantha because typically noone really cared for her after she was used, she was just left to continue or recover in whatever position she was used in. This Charlotte was a different kind of woman and as Samantha started to relax, it was oddly... comforting, for the first time in the years she'd been taken.

As Master Prince rose to leave, Samantha feared she'd done something wrong and he was going to discipline her more, but instead he spoke of them enjoying themselves, told her she took it well, and gave her the afternoon. What was going on? Charlotte went back to stroking her hair and Samantha felt... good. She sighed and squirmed a bit, still feeling the effects as she brought her hands up to caress her nipples, groaning a bit as she massaged them gently to work the pain off and get some feeling back as Charlotte spoke.

Samantha shook her head as Charlotte complimented her. "I'm not strong at all, believe me, but I've been trained to endure, otherwise the treatment is much worse Ma'am. I'm sure you wouldn't have lasted, never having been treated like that but then again, I'm a slave. It's as Master Prince said, you have a bad day, then it's no big deal you move on. I do not. I'm sorry for having thought so little of you Ma'am." Samantha spoke, not having the confidence to even look at Charlotte.
 

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"Well, I forgive you. You are in a profoundly strange situation compared to what I know. You're a bird in a cage, meant to be an object of desire for men, and apparently women. Part of that sex appeal is confidence. How could you not, just in playing that role, have that go to your head from time to time?" She glanced back toward the door, "I still don't understand why he wanted me here for this. I'm not comfortable being the belt he beat you with, if only symbolically."

"Of course, the last bit was... something I enjoyed. Not the hurting you part, but the trying to take the sting out of it." Charlotte smiled and gave her a squeeze, "When you pop off, you really pop off. Tell me, is he right? Or rather, how much was he right? The pain, the humiliation. Is that what really gets you going? And if so, what about it? I get mad if I think someone's disrespecting me, but then, I've never been treated quiet like he was treating you. I've had a man call me a dumb cunt or a slut before, but that doesn't really strike home, it's just rude. It felt like he was going after you wit a scalpel."

"Oh, and if you don't want to talk about this, you don't have to. I know it's maybe uncomfortable and I'm basically a stranger. I just... well, I've had my fingers in you so I sort of feel I should know more about you." Her cheeks, for whatever silly reason, blushed at that admission.
 

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"Well, it would appear Master Prince has taken a liking to you. After all, he finds people oddly fascinating. He's not from around here." Samantha smiled, as she finally managed to regain some of her composure as Charlotte was holding it. "I'm sure he wanted to see more how you handled the situation and reacted towards things, not so much use you as much as use me to unlock you." Samantha snickered a bit as she was squeezed, finally managing to get up as her legs shook a bit, helping Charlotte to her feet.

"Oh, so you enjoyed fingering me to a powerful orgasm then Ma'am?" Samantha smiled, removing her apron entirely as she stood there completely in the nude now, looking to fetch some clothes before she stopped and turned back to Charlotte when she asked her question. "Before I became a slave? I couldn't tell you what I was interested in. Now? It makes me feel small, insignificant. Master Prince could do anything he wants to me, and I have no power to control that. It's terrifying and incredibly hot. Of course, it's a bigger turn on when I have no idea what's happening, then it hits me, then of course you hit me in a sense."

Samantha tapped her chin for a moment. "It depends the context, I guess. Being called a dumb cunt or a slut can be a turn on, depending on the context and who it's coming from. Have you never wanted to just be taken by someone. Completely used up and drunk on their cock or pussy? It's very confusing to explain, and trust me, if Master Prince wanted to, he would actually scalpel me." Samantha smirked, pointing back to her clothes. "Would you prefer me naked or am I allowed to get dressed? Or perhaps you'd like to have some fun? I know you had your fingers inside of me, which reminds me." Samantha stepped back over towards the standing Charlotte and knelt down in front of her, taking her hand in her mouth as she licked and suckled on each finger, cleaning herself from them.
 

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"I will admit I had trouble placing his accent. He has that ambiguously brown thing that could make him from anywhere. Let me just say between us girls, I'd kill for that skin tone. It was the first thing I noticed about him, aside from his eyes. There's... there's something very odd in the way he looks at you, like he's taking you apart with his eyes. I don't know why that works for me, but after seeing him in action, maybe I just have a thing for sociopaths." She accepted Samantha's help as she rose back to her own feet.

Charlotte listened, clearly interested by Samantha's description, going so far as to smile with a bit of a blush as she spoke of being cock drunk. "Honestly, that's sort of what I expected. A rich eccentric gives me a free membership to his exclusive sex club that isn't just swingers or a brothel, but literally seems to have something for every taste. I came expecting there to be strings or some price to be paid, and instead, it was about you or us... I don't know. I just know I expected him to get physical and I showed up anyway. That probably says something about me, but I'm not too interested in introspection right now."

Charlotte was about to tell Samantha she could get dressed when the woman dropped to her knees and began to fellate her fingers. From Samantha's perspective, it would be very hard to miss the goosebumps blooming across Charlotte's arm. The sensation of her fingers being 'cleaned', was nice, but more thrilling was just this beautiful, naked woman kneeling at her feet. The situation contributed to the excitement. They were surrounded by glass walls and beautiful flowers. People in surrounding buildings might be able to look down and appreciate them. Mr. Prince or someone else could come by at any moment.

Biting her lower lip after Samantha finished tending to her hand, Charlotte reached back to unzip her skirt, shimmying it off her hips along with a white lace pair of panties. She stood there for a moment, bottomless and blushing a bit before reaching forward to take ahold of Samantha's hair. Stepping, so that she was half straddling the woman, she pulled Sam's face into her warm, wet arousal.
 

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"Well, it isn't his, in actuality, but that's neither here nor there Ma'am. You were drawn to the idea of something more, something desirable. Everyone has that, so it's nothing to think is something that makes you less or anything. If anything, it means you're willing to explore, and to open yourself up to new things, and new experiences, and maybe for once, just enjoy yourself." Samantha smiled, having finished with Charlotte's fingers.

As Samantha watched Charlotte unzip her skirt, she tilted her head a bit and gave a smile, realizing what Charlotte was doing, shy as she was, blushing like someone who'd just revealed them self for the first time to their crush. For once, she was pleasantly surprised when her hair was grabbed and her face was straddled, angling herself upward so her mouth could latch onto Charlotte's aroused womanhood. Samantha quickly ran her velvet tongue along Charlotte's entire length, lapping at the aching pussy as she expertly swished her tongue along those sweet lower lips, pushing her tongue in occasionally as she did so. Bringing her hands up, she run her fingers along Charlotte's legs and up to her ass, gripping it firmly as she pushed her tongue in deeply before running circles around the woman's clit.

Truth be told, it had been quite awhile since a woman had used her mouth, however Samantha was no slouch in the oral department, and before long she was tongue fucking Charlotte and nibbling on her clit like she was starving for the tasty treat that Charlotte was keeping from her, as her eyes looked up towards Charlotte, not seeking recognition, but instead, seeking desire, seeking to see how Charlotte was reacting.
 

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"Ahhh!" Charlotte gasped as Samantha dove right in, her hips bucking into the slave's face at the first soft touch of the tongue, not out of a desire to grind into her mouth, so much as just a raw electric jolt of pleasure shooting through her body. "Oh, god..." there was a reverent tone in her breathy groan as she praised the slave, "Yes... oh yes. That is so good." Looking down, she met Samantha's upturned eyes, smiling with a blissful glaze over her eyes. "You are so very forgiven."

Before long, she needed Samantha's hands on her ass, not just for the sensation, but the support. She pressed herself into the slave's face, the hand in Samantha's hair pulling at her scalp, just by virtue of maintaining her balance. Her thighs began to trembles, knees began threatening to buckle. She glanced back to the chair, then got a different more wicked idea. Or at least one that felt wicked to her.

Pulling back on Samantha's hair as she knelt forward, Charlotte forced the slave down onto her back and settled over her face. With both hands, she held either side of Samantha's head as she began to ride the woman's face, rocking her sex back and forth, grinding and twisting as she work toward her orgasm, vocalizing soft, short prayers intermixed with curses as she did so. As her orgasm really began to blossom, she arched her back, grabbing her own nipples and pulling, twisting until she began to cum with while crying out, "Samantha!" Her hips jerked with the force of her pleasure, a bit of wetness flooding out into Samantha's mouth.
 
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