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at Irene with
an accusatory frown. “I’d say that he wasn’t in a happy mood when you left
him.”
    Another high-pitched scream
penetrated the closed door.
    Irene cringed. She would have
liked to say that it wasn’t her fault that Apple and Lime were being punished,
but everyone including her, was pretty sure that it was.
    “You say that he didn’t do
anything to you?” Nickel asked.
    “He didn’t touch me.”
    “Pity,” Nickel said. “It’s high
time that someone did. Go to your cell.”
    Irene walked out of the kitchen,
not hurrying, but not dawdling, either. Nickel scared her but she suspected
that she scared Nickel, too. She was getting special treatment from Lord Snow.
At best, that created uncertainty and, at worst, Nickel could be replaced.
Either way, special treatment for one couldn’t be good for the rest of the
kennel.
    She didn’t think that Nickel would
dare do anything too drastic to her.
    The day would come when she would
have to revisit that assessment.
    As soon as she entered her cell,
Nickel stepped in with her and closed the door.
    The cell was so small that her
breasts were almost touching Nickel’s black leather corset.
    “Do you like getting your cunt
licked?” Nickel asked.
    Irene shook her head. “Not much.”
    “I do. A lot. And you know what
happens when I like something a lot?”
    “No,” Irene said, but she was
pretty sure that she could guess.
    “If one of my slaves can give me
what I want, then I get it. I get it a lot,” Nickel said. “What do you think
about that?”
    Irene’s stomach churned. She had no
interest in women. Once she had to partner with another slave and give a sex
show for a group of gentlemen. She had no choice but to lick the other slave’s
cunt so she had done it – slaves did what slaves were told to do –
but she had not liked it.
    This, though, was not part of a
sex show. This was an intimate service. It felt more real. Irene hated to think
that she was going to have to satisfy Nickel with her lips and tongue, but
slaves did what they were told to do. Their feelings were irrelevant.
    “I think that your cunt is going
to get an excellent licking,” Irene said.
    “Damn right, it is.” Nickel sat on
the edge of Irene’s cot, leaned back until her shoulders and head were braced
against the wall, and spread her legs wide. Her corset did not extend below her
hips. Her bald crotch was naked and her nether lips spread wide to reveal the
moist pink tenderness within.
    Irene didn’t need instructions.
She lowered herself to her knees and bent her head over Nickel’s sex and drew
her wet tongue along the pink slit, from the bottom end to the top.
    Nickel tasted stronger than the
other slave that Irene had licked. She was muskier. Saltier.
    Irene licked at the hooded clit
softly, gently, and then kissed the area with relaxed, open lips.
    Nickel sighed.
    Irene wished with all her being
that it were cock rather than cunt in her mouth, but wishing wouldn’t make it
so. She had to service what was here. She slipped her tongue back down the slit
and probed as far inside Nickel as her tongue would reach. She listened to
Nickel’s reaction. The whiphand’s increased rate of
breathing and a soft moan said that she was doing the right thing. So she kept
it up.
    A few minutes later, when Nickel’s
hips began to rock, trying to push themselves into
Irene’s face for more stimulation, Irene backed off.
    She could do to Nickel what she
did to gentlemen when she sucked their cocks – tease and frustrate them
– bring them to a higher level of lust than they had ever before
experienced.
    “God damn it, don’t stop!” Nickel
shouted.
    Irene didn’t stop. She began to
explore Nickel’s cunt with her tongue. The fat outer lips protected the more
sensitive inner lips. She licked the fold between the two, up one side and down
the other. Then she licked along the slit between the two inner lips, noting
different reactions, mentally cataloging the more and