Peaches spent two days at Jaq’s house and got to know him well. Better in some ways that Sir Ross, who only saw the man’s private persona. As Peaches was rapidly learning, being a slave made for a great opportunity to be treated as furniture, and so she got to learn her users’ secrets. Things they hid from each other, they automatically let her see, because it made no difference what she saw!

Jaq’ asked to play with Peaches several times a day, and sometimes, in a spirit of good fellowship, Sir Ross shared her with their host. Jaq’ was uninhibited and relaxed about the whole thing, accepting without question that they came from another part of his own world and that Peaches was simply to be treated as an object. It came naturally to him, she had to admit!

On their return to Slaveworld, Sir Ross was debriefed extensively by the Prince and by his peers, and even Peaches was asked for her impressions, though in a less formal setting!

Squatting in her perilously high heels over a gently vibrating dildo, her wrists cuffed into a spreader bar that held them bent and out, her wrists level with her neck, Peaches’ breasts were covered with whip marks, candle wax, the punctures of little pins and the marks of the Prince’s teeth. She had cum countless times and knew from experience that if a couple more orgasms were forced from her she would pass out!

The Prince swished his whip behind her and then knelt behind her, the fingers of one hand touching Peaches’ asshole as the flat of his other hand pressed on her tummy, making her sigh softly despite her exhaustion as her owner’s hand pressed on the fat dildo that was humming gently inside her.

‘How was your first mission?’
Peaches had begun to get used to the way aristocrats and troopers spoke to her, a mixture of amused indulgence and casual, proprietary rudeness.
Peaches thought for a second before answering.