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Cherry, Lord Snow wants you right now.”
    The two slaves ran to the pleasure
room.
    Peach looked at her but said
nothing.
    “What?” Irene asked.
    “Nothing,” Peach replied.
    One of the slaves started
squealing in the pleasure room. A minute later, the other joined her. They
didn’t sound like they were in much pain.
    Peach stared at the door. “Some day,
you’re going to give Nickel some reason to tenderize your cunt. It’s going to
happen, sooner or later, as sure as I’m sitting here.
When that day comes, I’m going to laugh in your face. Count on it.” She left
the room in the direction of the cells.
    Irene listened to the squeals from
the pleasure room for a few minutes. They rose in joyful crescendos and then
collapsed in happy giggles. She didn’t know what Lord Snow was doing to his
slaves, but she wished with all her heart that he were doing it to her,
instead.
    She would cheerfully get her cunt
tenderized by Nickel every day for a week if it would earn her a single hour of
happy fucking.
    She couldn’t listen any longer.
She retired to her own cell, took her vaginal weights out of the wardrobe,
assembled five ounces, and inserted it. That was a lot of weight. Having begged
Lord Snow to give her the treatment that he was heaping on Tamarind and Cherry and
then hearing their ecstatic ejaculations had made her as slippery as hell.
Keeping the weights from falling out required an extraordinary effort.
    Then, to make it harder, she began
doing deep knee bends.
    It was working – the
concentration was distracting her from thinking about what was happening in the
pleasure room – when Nickel opened her cell door.
    The weight clattered to the floor.
    “What the hell?” Nickel said.
    “Nothing,” Irene replied and
scooped the weight off the floor.
    “My cell, now.” Nickel left.
    A minute later, when Irene entered
Nickel’s cell, she found her sitting on the edge of her cot, her legs splayed
wide to expose her open cunt.
    There was no surprise here. She
saw this every day and was prepared to do what was required. She sank to her
knees in front of Nickel and put her tongue and lips to work on Nickel’s
crotch.
    In a minute, Nickel was moaning
and, a few minutes later, coming to a screaming climax.
    This was the only sex that Irene
ever got in Lord Snow’s kennel and it did nothing for her but to make her wish,
for the dozenth time, that Nickel had a cock instead
of a cunt. Irene would love to taste a cock again.
    As always, Irene stayed on her
knees on the cold concrete floor, waiting for instructions.
    After Nickel’s breathing slowed to
a normal rhythm, she said, “Now you tell me what the hell you were doing in
your cell.”
    “I was exercising, ma’am.”
    “Exercising what?”
    “My cunt, ma’am.”
    Nickel stare at her. “You better
tell me that this is some kind of stupid joke.”
    “No, ma’am. I started exercising
to make my cunt stronger after I became a slave. I wanted to be able to service
gentlemen better.”
    “What in hell does that mean? Make
your cunt stronger?”
    Irene explained that there were
muscles in the vulva that could squeeze the vaginal walls. If they were
exercised, they became stronger and could be used to massage a man’s penis when
it was inside her. Holding slippery weights helped her develop those muscles.
    “You think your cunt is stronger
than mine?” Nickel asked.
    “I don’t know. I’ve never felt you
squeeze anything with your cunt so I don’t know how strong you might be.”
    “Stand up.”
    Irene stood up.
    Nickel shoved the index and middle
finger of her right hand into Irene. “Squeeze me.”
    Irene squeezed.
    Nickel sniffed. “Okay. Not exactly
crushing me, but I can feel what you’re doing.” She withdrew her fingers and
inserted them in herself. Her stomach rippled and her face contorted for a
minute. Then she looked at Irene. “What are you doing when you do that?”
    “I’m tightening my muscles. It
takes some practice. Think of