Pleasure Slave

By Capitalist
peacewish@hotmail.com

Chapter 4
‘training’

It was empty.  
Touya had broken into the house and then the barn, combed every inch of them both, but it was no use.  There was no sign of any Trinlot, and definitely none of his sister.  The trail that had been so promisingly warm an hour earlier was now cold and dark again.  Choking back tears, Touya sank to his knees on the scuffed dirt floor.
“Who’s there?”  A patch of gold light approached the barn doors, and a teenaged boy holding a torch slipped through the opening.  He gaped at Touya.  “Hey, who are you?  Get out!”  Touya stood, wearily, but made no move to leave.  “Hey, djew hear me?  Get on out!”
“I’m looking for a man named Trinlot.”
“Oh.  Well, he’s not here so you’ll have to come back.”
“Where is he?”
“Gone on to Clearwater, he has, and won’t be back for another day at least.”
Touya’s chest tightened painfully at the confirmation, though he’d already guessed as much.  “And when did he leave?”
“Ah, yesterday afternoon I think it was.”
Yesterday!
All of Touya’s strength evaporated and his legs crumpled underneath him; he dropped to the floor in a heap.  
“Hey, you all right?”
Yesterday.  This Trinlot must have left almost immediately with Sakura, she was already on her way to Clearwater before he even knew she was missing.  Had they already taken her to Terriene?
With difficulty he kept himself from retching, probably because there wasn’t anything to come up anyway, and buried the thought.  It still wasn’t too late, he might still have a chance.  
“You a friend of Trin’s?”  The boy knelt before him on the floor, squinting curiously.  “I don’t know you, an’ I’ve been working for Trin for a year now.”
Somehow Touya managed to get a grip on himself and inhaled deeply, forcing back the panic.  “What work does Trin do?”
“He’s a merchant, he brings goods up from Clearwater.  An’ I help him sort -”
“Does he trade in anything else?”
The scruffy teen hesitated and dropped his eyes.  “Wot do you mean?”
“Do you ever see him buy and sell something besides goods?  Like girls?”
“Um, I…”  He fidgeted, clearly not at ease.  “I’m not supposed to talk about that.”
Touya reached for the purse, now looped over his shoulder and under his shirt, and withdrew a gold coin.  Pierce’s money he had kept, not because he wanted the filthy stuff, but because even in his anger recognized it might be useful in the search.
“Try talking about it,” he encouraged, pressing the coin into the boy’s hand.  “Trin won’t know.  Did he have any girls with him when he left yesterday afternoon?”
The teen pressed his lips together and nodded.  “I think so.  He was set to head off to Clearwater that day anyway, or I think he would have waited for more.  Usually he won’t make the trip for just one girl.”
Touya wanted to bang his head into something, but managed to keep himself in check.  “Did you see what she looked like?”
This time the boy shook his head.  “I jes saw something under a blanket in his wagon, you know?  I’m not supposed to say anything…”  He glanced anxiously back at the doors, as if afraid his boss would come striding through any minute.
“Relax.  I won’t tell him you said anything.  Just tell me where he would go in Clearwater, and then I’ll leave.”
Again the boy hesitated, looking hopeful, and Touya dropped another coin in his hand.  
“He buys merchandise from a man named North, Samuel North.  His stores are on the edge of the town.  That’s all I know, I’m not sure about that… other thing.”
It would have to do.  Touya nodded and stood up, swaying slightly.  
“You all right, then?  Look a bit pale, you do.”
“I’m fine.  Show me which path will lead to the Clearwater road.”
“You’re going to walk?  But it’s hours away!”
“I don’t care,” Touya snapped, his voice rough with fatigue and impatience.  “Just show me the way.”
“All right,” the boy sighed, “if you want to go that bad.”  He led Touya from the barn and indicated the well-trodden dirt path.  “This leads back to Hunter’s Junction, but there’s a fork in the path by an old oak tree.  Take that and it will join with the main road that leads from Junction to Clearwater, you can see it well enough.”
“Thanks.”
“But are you sure you want to -”
“I’m sure.”  
Without another glance back, Touya started walking.

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Morning triggered an automatic lightening of their interior rooms, and a well-rested Tomoyo opened her eyes at the pale beckoning.  There was a warm body next to hers and she turned slightly in the sheets to see Sakura, fast asleep and expression smooth and untroubled.  She must be very tired still, after all she’d endured these past two days.
What a horrible experience.  Tomoyo pressed her lips together at the thought of it, disgusted.  To be stolen away from her home with no explanation, and wake up in a strange city, surrounded by strangers, told that she now belonged to someone and could never go home… no wonder she was so terrified.  Most pleasure slaves were bred for this role, as she’d explained, even if they were kept virginal until their auction.  Sometimes a girl was sold by her own family as a means to relieve debt, like Tomoyo, but even then they at least understood what was happening to them.  Sakura was no less than bewildered, and Tomoyo could hardly blame her.  
Imagine, not even knowing what a virgin is.  What a sheltered life she must have led, up there in the mountains.  It rather added to her appeal, though, and fondly Tomoyo combed a few strands of hair back from her face.  Innocence like that was very rare in Tomoyo’s world, and she almost regretted having to strip Sakura’s away.  But there was no room for such sentimental pity, not when Sakura was to be sold to a new owner.  Better that she was instructed by Tomoyo and not some less forgiving master.
The object of her thoughts stirred slightly and mumbled something incoherent, then subsided again.  She’d be awake soon, and Tomoyo slipped out of bed as unobtrusively as possible.  Tying a lace-edged robe around her waist, she left the room and almost walked into her owner.
“Tomoyo, there you are.  Good morning.”
“Good morning, Jereth,” Tomoyo answered primly, raking her hair back over her shoulders in a semblance of presentability.  
“Where’s that new girl, how is she?”
“Her name is Sakura, and she’s in my bed right now, asleep.  This hasn’t been very easy on her, Jereth, she was kidnapped from her home.”  She shook her head disapprovingly.  “You should not have bought her, that’s not right.”
“How was I to know that?  Those traders, they pick up girls from all sorts of miserable places.  Saw her face and went with my instincts; she’ll fetch a pretty price this next auction, anyway.”  The portly businessman smacked his lips with anticipation, and Tomoyo stiffened.
“Wait, the auction in two days?  That’s when you want to sell her?”
“That’s right.”
“Jereth, she won’t be ready!  I’ve hardly begun and there’s still so much to teach her – she barely knows what sex is.  I can’t possibly train her up to our standards in just two days.”
Her owner shrugged.  “Sorry, Tomoyo, but she cost a fair amount and I can’t wait another month to recoup the expense.  Cash flow situation is rather thin just now.  And I don’t have any other virgins, you know we have to offer at least one.  They’ll be at each other’s throats to buy her, I can’t pass this up.”  
Jereth was not a cruel master, but he was a businessman at heart and Tomoyo knew the futility of trying to dissuade him.  Unhappily she nodded. 
“I know it’s not a lot of time, just do what you do best and she’ll be fine.  It’ll work out.”  He patted her on the shoulder and moved on, leaving Tomoyo to sigh at the closed bedroom door.  
Poor thing, sleeping in there.  She simply didn’t know what was happening to her.  
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When Tomoyo returned several minutes later with breakfast, Sakura was lying quietly in bed and staring at the ceiling.  
“How can you stand it?”
“Stand what?”
“Not having any windows.  You can’t even see the sky, if it’s a fine day or it’s raining.  You can’t see the world.”
“I’m just used to it, I suppose.  I see the sky plenty whenever I go out, it’s not necessary to look at it from in here.”  Tomoyo set the tray on her dresser and slipped her robe off her shoulders.  Sakura had turned her head to face her as she spoke, but at that action turned pink and looked down.  “Sakura, honestly, it’s okay to look.  I don’t mind.”  
Tomoyo shook her head as she made herself comfortable on the bed again, atop the sheets this time.  While the blushing modesty was very cute, her future master was likely to be less than patient about it.  And if they only had two days before her sale, then Tomoyo couldn’t afford to waste any time.
She piled up her small cushions behind her so she was sitting up comfortably, then took Sakura’s chin in her hand and turned her face back.  “Sakura, it’s disrespectful to look away when someone’s talking to you, you know that right?”  Sakura nodded.  “So if I’m talking, you need to look at me even if I’m not dressed.  It will be the same for your master.  Understand?”
Sakura’s cheeks turned pinker at the word ‘master’, but she nodded again.  “Good.  Now I’m sure you’re hungry, but if your master has breakfast brought to his bed then he will expect you to feed him.  So let’s practice that first.”
On the tray were two steaming cups of tea, a pair of crusty and aromatic bread rolls, and two small bowls of fruit chunks.  She offered Sakura one of these, who looked surprised but nodded.  Compliantly she speared a strawberry and extended the fork uncertainly; Tomoyo helped by leaning forward just enough to close her mouth over it.  
“A little closer next time.”
“Sorry.”
“That’s all right.”
“I’ve never fed anyone before.”  Sakura tried again with a chunk of melon and Tomoyo slid it free of the fork tines, nodding approvingly as she chewed.  “I remember once, one winter I got terribly sick.  My brother sat by my bed and fed me at every meal for days; I was too weak to even lift my own hands.”  Her lips quirked in an approximation of a smile, then she dropped her eyes.  
“Sit up a little straighter,” Tomoyo instructed quickly, anxious to distract Sakura from any homesickness.  “It’s very important to have good posture, Sakura, slumping is not attractive.”
“Oh, sorry.”  Sakura straightened her back obediently, apparently no longer noticing that the sheets puddled in her lap left her bare from the waist up.  Tomoyo couldn’t help but admire her young breasts as Sakura fed her another mouthful; they were a little small but high and well-shaped.  A loud gurgle interrupted her thoughts and Sakura blushed in embarrassment.  “Sorry,” she said again.  “It’s just that I haven’t eaten since – um, before.”
That must make it two days, at least.  Tomoyo melted and pushed the fruit dish back towards Sakura.  “Don’t worry about it, Sakura, that’s enough practice.  Please go ahead and eat.  I don’t want you to be hungry.”
Sakura hesitated, but only briefly.  The pace that she consumed her breakfast with, moderated slightly by her innate good manners, made Tomoyo wish she’d offered some food the evening before.  But it couldn’t be helped, and she’d make sure to prepare an extra large lunch.  It did no good for slaves to appear bony.  
Patiently she sipped her tea while Sakura ate, donating her share of the bread to Sakura’s appetite as well as some of her fruit.  
“Thank you,” Sakura said politely when she’d finished.  “That was very delicious.  I’ve never tasted bread like that before.”  
Tomoyo just barely managed to keep from raising her eyebrows.  If cheap loaves from the bakery around the corner were all it took to impress her, this country girl must have been brought up on a very simple diet.  
“That was nothing, just wait until you try some of the richer foods we have here.  I’ll be sure and make some of my custard later today, you’ll love it.”
“You cook?”  Sakura looked so astonished that Tomoyo giggled.
“Why so surprised?  Can’t anyone?”
“Well, I suppose so, but…”  She gestured toward Tomoyo’s dresser and all its glittering bric-a-brac.  “You have so many beautiful things.  Surely you’re too rich to bother with cooking.”
“Oh, don’t I wish.  But none of those things are really mine, remember.  They’re bought with Jereth’s money.  This is a high-class establishment and he prefers that I work with quality materials.  It’s the only expense he’s willing to fork out, though, so I do a lot of the cooking and cleaning.  But I enjoy it, I think it’s fun.  And I’m rather good at it, if I do say so myself.”
She primped and Sakura smiled, the first genuine and relaxed smile Tomoyo had seen out of her.  The effect was startling, to say the least.  From the beginning Tomoyo had recognized her beauty, fragile like a pale pink shell on the beach.  But when she truly smiled some light seemed to blossom within her and her whole appearance transformed, she became radiant.    
She wondered if Sakura had smiled like that at her kidnapper.
The look faded away when Sakura bit her lip uncertainly.  “Tomoyo?  Is something wrong?”
The darker-haired girl realized she’d been staring, and quickly shook her head.  “Er, no.  Sorry.”  She returned her empty teacup to the tray on her dresser and tried to collect her thoughts.  “Sakura, do you remember what we did yesterday evening, before we went to sleep?”  The blush flared up again and Sakura nodded minutely.  “Would you like to try it again?”
Sakura tensed and stared fixedly at the bed pillows, unwilling to commit.  Tomoyo helped by reaching up and brushing the back of her hand over one of those tempting breasts.  She jumped and nodded quickly, wadding the material of her blue satin sheets within her fists.  
“Wonderful.  But this time we’ll do it a little differently.  I want you to participate.”
“Participate?” Sakura echoed uneasily. 
“I want to show you how to touch me, just like I did for you last night.”
Sakura looked a little panicky and shrank back, but Tomoyo took one of her hands in hers.  It was trembling.  “You needn’t worry, it’s very easy.”  
Tomoyo placed Sakura’s hand on her own chest, just above her breast.  Sakura looked apopletic with embarrassment, still trying to look away from Tomoyo’s unclothed body though she was touching it.  
“Sakura, look at me.”  She let some sternness slip into her voice and Sakura actually obeyed, though she kept her eyes on Tomoyo’s face.  “I want you to watch this.”  Firmly she guided Sakura’s hand downward, rubbing her open palm over her own nipple.  Flickers of excitement resulted and she took a quick breath, not missing that Sakura’s breathing had also become a little faster.  
“It feels good for you too, doesn’t it?”  Sakura nodded.  “That’s good, it’s supposed to.  Try it with just your fingertips now.”  Tomoyo released her hand, wondering if Sakura would only pull away again, but her young trainee brushed her fingers delicately over Tomoyo’s nipple.  “That’s good, now move in a more circular motion.  Good, good… now – very carefully – I want you to squeeze.  Just a little.”
Sakura looked doubtful about this, but dutifully she pinched the puckered aereola.  Inexperienced though they were, Sakura’s tentative caresses were all the more stimulating in her innocence.  Tomoyo arched her back a little more and hummed with approval.  
“Lovely.  Now, lean in a little and do the same with your tongue.  I want you to taste me.”
“Tongue?” Sakura repeated worriedly, and Tomoyo nodded.  Sakura leaned in closer, but balked, and Tomoyo had to place a hand on her head to steer her closer.  
“Just a little lick,” she encouraged.  A slight warm moistness flecked her skin and Sakura tried to pull away, but Tomoyo maintained her grip.  “Ah, more than that.  Try again.”
This time her tongue swept over her jutting nipple, and Tomoyo sighed.  “Much better.  Again, and a little more slowly.”
Sakura was relaxing, she could feel it, and licked at a more appropriate speed as instructed.  “Now I want you to close your lips over it, and suck.”
“Like a baby?”
“Um, yes.  Like a baby.”
That, at least, was something Sakura seemed to understand and she enclosed Tomoyo’s nipple within her mouth, sucking with a puppyish enthusiasm.  Tomoyo moaned out loud and pushed up to meet her, only just stopping herself from reaching between her own legs.  This was Sakura’s lesson, after all.
“Did I do it right?”
“You did it exactly right, Sakura.  Come here and kiss me.”  Sakura hardly hesitated at all and raised her head to meet Tomoyo’s lips, allowing Tomoyo’s tongue to slide into her mouth without demur.  The kiss was long and loving, and Tomoyo could feel her own moistness spreading.  No doubt it was the same for Sakura.  As they kissed she encircled the other’s body in her arms, pulling Sakura close so that they lay embraced against the pillows.  
“Do you feel how my hands are moving across your back?” she murmured into Sakura’s ear, when they parted.  Sakura nodded.  “I want you to do that for me too.  Feel all of me.”
As she spoke her hands roamed lightly over Sakura’s soft skin in example, rubbing, pressing her body into Tomoyo’s, cupping her little behind.  Sakura squeaked softly but did the same for Tomoyo, trying to copy her every motion.  At the feel of their hips bumping against one another Tomoyo moaned again, enjoying the sizzle every time their nipples made contact.  She kissed Sakura again, pleased to note that Sakura actually pressed her body against Tomoyo’s to participate fully.  She was panting when they parted.
“You’re doing so good, Sakura.  I’m so happy.”  She moved in again with her lips, but this time she avoided the mouth and closed them over Sakura’s earlobe.  A stifled gasp sounded when she sucked, and then Tomoyo traced her tongue along Sakura’s jaw and down her neck.  “Did that feel good?”
“Y-yes.”
“Now you try on me.”  Timid lips sought Tomoyo’s ear, and by accident or design her tongue caressed the skin.  “Oh… very good, Sakura.  Now go lower, down my neck.”  Sakura dropped a series of chaste kisses down to Tomoyo’s collar and then halted, unsure.  “Bite me just a little with your teeth and suck.”
“But -”
“It doesn’t hurt.  I want you to.”  Sakura obeyed, delicately, and Tomoyo pushed her hips against Sakura’s.  “Harder!”
Quickly Sakura increased the suction, Tomoyo crooning in ecstasy, until the trainer finally pulled away.  “Oh, that was lovely, Sakura.  You did very well.”
Sakura stared at the slight bruise on Tomoyo’s neck, aghast.  “I did that?  Doesn’t it hurt?”
“Not at all.  It feels wonderful.  I’d show you, but I don’t want to mar your skin.  Just trust me on that one.”  She grinned and Sakura smiled weakly.  Tomoyo resettled herself so she was sitting up against her cushions again, combing all her long hair back and out of the way.  “How do you feel?  All right?”
Sakura nodded.
“Good.  Now do you remember what we did after the kissing?”  A little of the fear returned to Sakura’s eyes, a very clear indication that she did.  “But it did feel good, didn’t it?”
“Yes,” she admitted, in a very small voice.  
“Would you like to try with me?”  Tomoyo rubbed her own hand enticingly along the length of her stomach, and Sakura cringed a little.
“I don’t think I can -”
“Of course you can.  I really want you to, so please don’t disappoint me.”  It was an underhanded move on her part, Tomoyo knew, targeting Sakura’s obvious eagerness to please.  But at least it worked, and she only felt a slight trace of guilt when Sakura ducked her head and nodded.
“All right.”
“Good.  Now, I’d like you to remove the last of my clothing.”
Predictably, Sakura paled.  “I could never -”
“Sakura.  Now.”  Tomoyo eyed her sternly and guided her hands to her hips.  “Your master will expect you to undress him and you musn’t ever hesitate.  Go on.”  
Looking as if she wanted to hide under a rug somewhere, Sakura pinched the thin silk cords that laced Tomoyo’s panties closed over each hip, and pulled them free of their bows.  
“Keep going.”
Sakura grasped the edge of her underclothing and tugged them off of Tomoyo’s body, the other girl assisting by lifting her hips slightly.  
“They’re wet!”  
Tomoyo choked back laughter at Sakura’s astonished observation.  “Yes, remember how that warm feeling inside you produces moisture?  Well it happens for me too.”  Sakura looked abashed, as if she should have realized that on her own.  “It’s all right, you’re very new at this.  You just forgot.  Do you feel that warmth too?”
Sakura nodded.  
“Then I’m sure you’re wet as well.  I’m very wet, would you like to feel?”
Sakura swallowed, and patiently Tomoyo took her hand to guide it to her opening.  Sakura flinched at the touch, but all Tomoyo did was press her open hand over the crevasse and hold it there.
“Do you feel how hot it is?”
“Yes.”
“It would make me very happy if you rub your finger inside.  Will you do that?”  
Sakura whimpered unhappily, but she did as she was told.  Tomoyo kept her hand over hers to demonstrate the right motion and pace, then let go so Sakura could practice on her own.  She did not pull away but kept at it, stroking in a diffident manner that made Tomoyo squirm with delight.  
“Oh… there’s so much of it.”
“It’s because you make me feel so good, Sakura.  Try two fingers now.”
“Okay.”
The change in pressure provoked another flush of heat inside her, and Tomoyo moaned, now caressing her own breasts.  She checked on Sakura and saw that her trainee’s face was flushed pink, her own breathing light and unsteady.  She was stimulated too, good.
“Now I want you to try pushing inside me with your fingers.  I’ll show you where.”  Tomoyo guided Sakura’s pointer finger to the appropriate place and plunged it in before Sakura could protest.
“Oh -”
“It doesn’t hurt at all.  Now move it in and out, okay?”  Sakura obeyed, in small motions at first before she grew more confident.  Soon her finger was gliding up and down Tomoyo’s passage, and Tomoyo bucked her hips with every thrust.  “Oh… yes… that’s very good, Sakura.”  
She lost herself in the pleasure of it for a few moments, then took Sakura’s hand and guided it to the top of the crease.  “Do you feel that small nub?”
“Yes.”
“I want you to wiggle it.”
Sakura complied quicker than she expected, and the fantastic pleasure almost swamped Tomoyo’s conscious thought.  Gasping, she threw her head back and writhed, moaning her desire to the ceiling.  
“Tomoyo, I feel – it’s so hot…”
“I know.”  Restraining herself, Tomoyo nudged Sakura’s hand away.  “Take a moment, catch your breath.”  
Shakily Sakura nodded and wrapped her arms around her waist.  She was trembling with her own tumultous sensations, not yet able to control them as Tomoyo could.  “I promise I’ll take care of you in a moment, Sakura, if you do something for me.”
“Do something for you?”
“Yes.  I’d like you to give me a kiss.”
Sakura looked surprised, but she rocked forward to get closer.  Tomoyo put a hand on her shoulder.  “Not on my mouth.”
“Not on your mouth?”
“No.  I want you to kiss me here.”  Tomoyo indicated her throbbing, soaked cleft, and Sakura’s eyes popped open wide with shock.  
“I couldn’t!”
“You can and will.  Just a kiss, Sakura.  I want to feel your lips there.”  This was too fast, for her, but Tomoyo had no choice.  There was just so little time.  “You must never argue when your master tells you what to do, Sakura, that is not your place.  Please understand this.”
Why did her eyes have to look so vulnerable?  Tomoyo was sympathetic to her fear, but a trainer had to be firm.  Resolutely she pressed Sakura’s shoulder downward, lowering her head to Tomoyo’s thighs.  
“Be a good girl, Sakura.  Just do as I say, and I promise that it will be all right.”  She heard Sakura’s low whimper, but her conciliatory nature must have won out over her fear.  Soft lips pecked her quickly and Tomoyo chuckled.
“It needs to last a little longer than that.  Try again.”
Sakura looked petrified, but she lowered her face again and brought her lips to the folds of Tomoyo’s flesh.  “Now, slip your tongue out and wiggle it, just like you did with your finger a few minutes ago.”
Warm moistness met more warm moistness, as an unsure Sakura tried to follow Tomoyo’s directions.  Tomoyo groaned at the sensation and combed her fingers through Sakura’s hair, unconsciously holding her in place.  
“That’s right, oh that’s good… mmm.  Just a little more, Sakura.”  Tomoyo closed her eyes, embracing the familiar sensations as they escalated inside her, moaning to a crescendo.  “Oh… oh… yes!”
The orgasm released and she shuddered, almost falling forward on top of Sakura.  Sensing the completion of her task, Sakura backed away hurriedly and sat up, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.  
“I don’t think I like that so much, Tomoyo.”  There was a slightly betrayed look in her eyes that triggered guilt, and Tomoyo nodded in understanding.  
“A lot of girls don’t like it very much the first time, I know, but it was important that you learn to do what I ask.”
Sakura looked wounded, still, and Tomoyo relented.  “Come here and I’ll make it up to you.”
Sakura crawled closer and Tomoyo directed her to turn around, settling her in between her legs so that their bodies nestled cozily together.  “You don’t have to do anything right now, Sakura.  Just let me make you feel good, like you did for me.”  She bent Sakura’s legs to point her knees to the ceiling, then moved her hand between her thighs.  She was already considerably moist from her activity with Tomoyo, and at Tomoyo’s touch a fresh wetness soaked her fingertips.
Sakura moaned and arched her back into Tomoyo, rubbing against her sensitive nipples.  With her left hand she began to caress and massage Sakura’s breasts, fondling them and tickling her nipples.  
“Oh, Tomoyo…”  The breathy whisper sparked fresh excitement in the trainer and she pressed her hips into Sakura’s, penetrating with her finger at the same time.  Sakura bucked and moaned again, starting to writhe within Tomoyo’s embrace.  “So… hot.”
“I know,” she whispered into Sakura’s ear.  “Do you like that, do you want more?”
“Yes!”
Tomoyo inserted a second finger and continued to pump in and out, and Sakura pressed herself right back into Tomoyo with a tiny grunt.
“Does that hurt?”
“No… it’s all right.”  More than all right, if Sakura’s frantic aspirated breathing was anything to go by.  Tomoyo decided to try an experiment, and moved her hand from Sakura’s breast up to her face, tracing a finger over her lips.  Without any instruction at all, Sakura captured it within her mouth and began to suck hungrily and desperately as a baby.  It was an instinctive reaction on her part, and Tomoyo moaned with both pleasure and satisfaction.  It might take some prompting to get her started, but for just two sessions Sakura showed promise.  
She decided against inserting a third finger, however, and continued to thrust until Sakura’s moans waxed into a climactic cry and she went rigid in Tomoyo’s arms.  Then a shudder moved through her body and she melted, panting, against Tomoyo’s chest.  
“How can you stand it?” she asked for the second time that morning.
“Stand what?”
“That… every time.  It’s so much.”
Tomoyo laughed.  The things that came out of Sakura’s mouth were just so amusing, in a childlike way.  “Well, I suppose I got used to that too.  You will too, I’m sure.”  It felt nice, lying here with Sakura resting in her lap, but there were a lot of things to get done that day.  Reluctantly Tomoyo extricated herself and crawled off the bed.
“I’ll draw us a bath, and you’ll feel fresher once you’re clean.  Then we can do something about your hair.”  
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The surface of the water that wasn’t covered in bubbles reflected Sakura’s awed face, as she leaned over the marble edge to touch.
“It’s so warm!  How is it hot when there’s no fire?”
“Heating stones, underneath the basin.”
“But where did it all come from?  How did you bring in water from outside?”
Tomoyo bit her lip to keep from giggling.  Sakura was simply adorable when she was like this.  “I don’t have to bring it in from outside.  It comes through a pipe.  See?”  
She turned the tap and a stream of crystal clear water flowed out.  Sakura’s eyes were almost circular with amazement.  “It’s like magic!”  
“Well it is, in a way.  Heating stones and water pipes are both things made by sorcerers, just like the mage-lights.  Anyone upper-class in the city will have them, makes life so much easier.  Worlds away from what you’re used to, huh?”
Sakura was swirling a finger through the bubbles, still entranced.  “The water, it even smells nice.”
“Crushed rose petal perfume, I make it myself.  Sakura, are you just going to stand there and stare at it, or do you want to get in?”  
Sakura didn’t look as though she thought she deserved to, but at Tomoyo’s prompting she clambered over the edge and settled herself neck-deep in the warm liquid.  “I can’t believe you have all this to yourself,” she sighed, looking over the small porcelain bath room.  To her it probably did look like a palace, but Tomoyo shook her head.
“This is nothing.  You should see the bath that the other slaves use, it’s much bigger.  I didn’t think you’d want to bathe with them, though.”  
Sakura shook her head rapidly, and Tomoyo smiled affectionately.  “Dunk your head back and I’ll wash your hair.  Okay?”
“Okay.”
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Tomoyo was spoiling Sakura.  She knew it, and yet she couldn’t help herself.  While it was true she often shared her bath with slaves the morning after, there was no reason to keep them in her room all day.  And yet that was what she did, taking special care to wash Sakura’s hair with her own custom made shampoo, and then rinsing it with herbs.  She trimmed her rudely-hacked hair herself, rather than taking her to the groomers, so that her thin wispy hair framed her face like the feathers of a baby bird.
Sakura stared wide-eyed at her reflection after that, as if she couldn’t believe the girl in the mirror was her.  And Tomoyo even painted her nails, the palest shade of petal-pink that she had, to compliment Sakura’s creamy skin.  She didn’t want to send Sakura back to the holding pen, for fear of what might happen to her, it didn’t seem right that she suffer any more than she had to.  Tomoyo had trained many virgins, but she felt rather protective of this one in particular.  She couldn’t bear to break any more of that innocence than she had to.
“Sakura, these things that I’ve shown you how to do, in bed… you know that it will be different with a man, right?”  She blushed and nodded, rather uncertainly.  “Sakura, do you know what a man looks like, without clothing?”
Sakura turned pinker and looked away.  “Sometimes my brother chops wood without his shirt on.  He’s very strong…”
“But you have never seen a man undressed?”
“No!  He would never allow it.”  Tomoyo sat back and sighed.  She could teach Sakura intimacy and proper behavior in bed, but some things were simply out of her reach to demonstrate.  She wondered if she ought to go fetch Jereth, but her owner was in his early forties and sported a considerable amount of flab around his waist.  She could not bring herself to put Sakura between his legs, even for oral practice.
She drew a picture instead.
“And he will expect you to take that in your mouth, and suck.  Like this.”  She took Sakura’s finger and inserted it between her own lips, sucking as Sakura had done for her that morning.  “Do you remember that feeling, when you’re so hot you can’t bear it anymore and you feel as if you’ll explode?”  Sakura nodded, green eyes wide with apprehension.  “When that happens for a man, something will come out – right here.  If he is in your mouth, don’t be surprised and spit it back out, because he won’t like that.  You must swallow it.”
“What?” Sakura squeaked, horrified.
“Don’t worry, it won’t hurt you.  It’s possible that won’t happen at all.  He may release when he puts this inside of you, here.”  She gestured between Sakura’s legs, who pressed them together nervously.  “Just like with my finger, only it’s a little bigger and a little longer.”
Sakura looked from her to the picture again.  “Does it hurt?”
Tomoyo hesitated, and Sakura got a panicky look in her eyes.  “Yes, Sakura, it does hurt a little.  Especially the first couple times.  In fact, you may bleed a little.”  Sakura looked stricken, and Tomoyo somehow resisted the urge to hug her close.  Something about the girl seemed to bring out the nurturing side of her.  “It’s normal, so please don’t be frightened.  And once you get used to it, it won’t hurt at all.”
Sakura wrapped her arms around her waist and trembled.  
“I’m scared, Tomoyo,” she whispered.  “I don’t want to.”
Tomoyo’s heart thudded in her chest and she adjusted her position so she was facing Sakura directly.  
“Sakura, look at me.  This is very important, are you listening?”  Pale, Sakura nodded.  “You must never, ever resist your master when he wants to have sex with you.  It’s why he bought you, it is his right, and he’ll be so angry with you if you say you don’t want to.  He might hurt you, and I don’t want that to happen.  Do you want to be hurt?”
Sakura shook her head, eyes glassy with fear.  “If you just do exactly as he tells you, I promise everything will be all right.”
Sakura was silent, but she nodded and Tomoyo was quick to move on.  She spent the rest of the day instructing her trainee in the art of massage, demonstrating on Sakura with her personal scented oils and then allowing Sakura to practice on her.  She taught her how to clean herself properly so as to stay fresh, and the correct etiquette necessary when eating with her master.  And Sakura tried very hard, listening closely and copying whatever Tomoyo did with a little pout of concentration.  She never suspected that Tomoyo was avoiding mention of the other things slaves ought to know: things like bondage and blindfolds, subjugation and the occasional light whipping.  
Tomorrow, she told herself.  Time enough to bring that up tomorrow.  Instead she made gentle love to Sakura that evening, once again inviting her to sleep in her room and not sending her back to the holding pen as she ought to.  She wished she could not hear the quiet sniffles on the other side of the bed, as Sakura cried herself to sleep.
She was scared, and all of Tomoyo’s spoiling could not delay what was to come after her sale.  Sakura simply didn’t belong in the world of slavery, and Tomoyo momentarily cursed the fate that she should have been blessed with such tempting beauty.  Again she felt a flash of disgust and anger at the men that so callously stole her away from her home, but it was short-lived.  Was she really any better?  Instructing Sakura in the art of passion, stripping away her innocence, preparing her for a role that she didn’t want instead of helping her to get back home?
Tomoyo shuddered at the audacity of her own thoughts.  Given the trust between her and Jereth, it might not be all that difficult to sneak Sakura out of the house.  But she wouldn’t know which direction to send her and she knew Sakura wouldn’t know either.  And Jereth would know it was her, when his newest slave disappeared.  She enjoyed an amiable relationship with her owner, but Tomoyo could kiss that goodbye after such a serious crime.  All the luxuries and status she held as a trainer would vanish, and she didn’t like to contemplate what would happen to her after that.  Helping Sakura escape was out of the question.
Was it such a terrible thing?  Tomoyo snuggled closer to Sakura and curled an arm around her small waist, trying to mollify her own guilt.  She had heard of horror stories, it was true, but the clientele of Silken Flowers were the genteel class of the valley.  Sakura was lucky she’d come to this company, really, Jereth’s slaves were so expensive that most men wouldn’t dream of injuring such valuable property.  Those girls that Tomoyo had kept in contact with, she knew, led almost royal lives, wanted for nothing.  From what Sakura had mentioned, her home was little more than a shack in the wilderness.  It sounded perfectly miserable to Tomoyo.  Surely it was preferable to be pampered and indulged, rather than live a life of dirty poverty.  
Wasn’t it worth the price of a collar around her neck?

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