<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Melrose1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jol'andra Melrose<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Holding Cells<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Beautiful Tavia, Hedger, Sheng.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Training Attire</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://denyaraythern.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/104394-gladiatorin-lederruestung-braun-female-gladiator-leather-armour-brown.jpg)</div></div></div><br/><br/>She locked the unruly knave once more and was about to leave the premises when she sensed footsteps of a much cherished sister approaching. Once more Jol’andra fell upon one knee – however not the extent of subservience she showed the Queen – and beamed at the lovely lady.<strong>“I’ll make sure he behaves, my lady. Thank you.”</strong>She took control of the new offering.<br/><br/><strong>“Nobody has claimed this other imbecile yet, my lady… he is however…”</strong>She turned to look at Hedger, her eyes shooting contempt.<strong>“… not ready yet, perhaps a few more days with Artemis and I, and we will see him fit to serve you, unless of course you’d like to partake in the venture, or take it on yourself?”</strong><br/><br/>It was not unheard of her cherished sisters to sometimes accompany Jol’andra for training of their faithful pets, sometimes they even took on the duties all by themselves, but that was quite unusual. There was a certain art to breaking slaves, sometimes requiring flexible morals and tough exteriors, to pursue and break at whatever the cost. After all, how good was a slave who refused to bend the knee or remain flaccid when his mistress beckoned? A good mutt was always ready to please and pleasure, to serve and obey, perhaps even defend and die for his Mistress’s honor when duty called for it.<br/><br/><strong>“No, you don’t. Not until you’re spoken to.”</strong>She responded to Hedger’s enquiry, before turning to face Sheng when he spoke.<br/><br/><strong>“Oh, is there, kind Sir?”</strong>Jol’andra’s voice ever so sweet and seductive, she took Sheng’s hand as she guided him to another cell.<strong>“Are you sure we made a mistake? Did we not take the proper measure to greet your royal highness the way he deserves?”</strong>She led him to a bunk and dipped her hand below to cup him, slowly stroking him. She faced him, her bosom and musk against his face.<br/><br/><strong>“I am so sorry, but you see… you’re our guest now, our special, special guest. And our special guests account for nothing.”</strong>Her tone slowly began to change, but the hand kept stroking him.<strong>“You will laugh when I ask it of you. You will cry, beg, moan, plunge and roll over backwards at my call!”</strong>Her grip tightened against his shaft, but not enough to cause him pain or send him jizzing.<strong>“So the next time you tell me – in front of my darling sister, who happens to be the second most important person after the Queen – how there is a misunderstanding, I will twist this cock and pummel it right in your ass until you sang praises for the great Mistress and her super hospitality.”</strong><br/><br/>Jol’andra shoved him back on the bed and locked him in the cell. New slaves and new toys were always fun for her, and deep inside she took great pleasure in preparing them.