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Rose and MD went to look in on her new slaves while Slut led everyone else to the exercise room. She opened the door and showed us inside. I looked around too. If we were going to be here for long, I needed to start exercising as well.
"After your workout, you're invited to have supper with us, Mistress," Slut said. "Do you need to go to work tonight?"
"Midnight and I'm not your Mistress."
"Everyone who isn't a slave, I'm required to address as Mistress, unless you'd like to see me punished."
"Fine. Call me Mistress."
"Thank you, Mistress. Should I set an extra plate for supper?"
"Please, that would be lovely."
Slut departed.
"If you have no objection, Sergeant Meadows, the others were hoping to watch us spar," Lucia said.
"Call me Rhonda, please. I guess it's okay as long as they stay to the side so they don't get hurt."
"Rhonda. An unusual name for a black woman isn't it?" I asked.
"My parents liked The Beach Boys. What can I say."
"Is that why you became a police officer?" I asked.
She looked at me inquisitively.
"Help me, Rhonda. People asking you for help?"
She laughed. "Maybe, but no one's asked me to get her out of their heart yet."
Lucia asked, "We were hoping to undress again. We're more comfortable naked. Would you mind if we stripped?"
She thought about it for a few seconds. "Shit, I don't care. Do as you please."
The rest of the slaves undressed, including Lucia, her sparring partner. Rhonda appraised her.
"You've got a tight body, lots of tone. You look good."
"Thank you. You look nice yourself. Long shapely legs, nice tight glutes, flat stomach. I'm imagining those long legs wrapped around my head."
Rhonda blushed. I'd always wondered if you could tell if someone black blushed, especially someone as dark as Rhonda was. It wasn't easy to see, but you could see it, though more by attitude than coloring, which was very subtle.
She glanced at us, wondering what we thought of the comment.
"Don't look at us," I said, "we're all wondering the same thing."
"Are you all lesbians?" She asked.
"Only Lucia," I answered, "but we all appreciate a nicely turned out woman anymore. We've all had sex with women. Reneé is bi, but you definitely look good enough to eat, even to me."
She blushed again. Cute. They started stretching prior to sparring. It looked like Rhonda had a six or seven inch height advantage on Lucia, with the attendant advantage in reach. I wondered about that and what Lucia would do to counter it. But Lucia was probably used to taller opponents. Both Marcia and Chantelle were taller than she was, and they were the ones who trained her. Rhonda also appeared to be stronger than Lucia, her muscles rolling under her skin while Lucia appeared the more wiry of the two. When they were ready, Lucia bowed to Rhonda and started bouncing around on the balls of her feet.
The action, when it occurred, was sudden and abrupt, a flurry of activity so fast it was hard to follow with the eyes, mostly sounds, like slapping, as various strikes and hits were blocked or parried, then back to circling. It appeared to me that Lucia was attempting to negate the reach advantage by getting closer to Rhonda, inside her reach.
"You're slippery," Rhonda said.
"An advantage of nudity. Nothing dry to grab hold of."
Another flurry. Smack, smack, smack, smack, then break.
"Good one," Lucia said, rubbing her ribs.
"You too," Rhonda said, massaging her inner thigh.
I hadn't notice either blow land; that's how fast the action was. They went for another fifteen minutes, starting to breathe hard.
"Do you mind if I take off these things," Rhonda said, panting, pointing to her exercise gear.
"I was hoping you would," Lucia said, smiling.
It looked like Lucia had a bruise on her ribs and cheek, and one of her calves. I couldn't see any on Rhonda, but I suspected they were there, her skin hiding bruises like they did her blushing. She pulled the sweat soaked, skin tight clothing off, showing smaller sized breasts and a closely trimmed cunt. It was hard to tell if she was wet with sweat or arousal, probably both, but her pussy glistened. Now when they grappled, it would be even, both slick skinned.
After Rhonda stripped off, they started again, hard. As far as I could tell, neither one of them had a clear advantage. There was grunting and slapping and the unmistakable scent of arousal with two lesbians wrestling naked with each other. Mistress Dark and her two naked slaves came in about five minutes later, watching, eyes bright and wide. Lisa and I were holding hands, observing our protector going head to head with a larger trained opponent. Janet and Reneé were doing the same, and I think we were all nearly as aroused as the two combatants. Finally, I saw Lucia do this amazing thing where she had hold of Rhonda's wrist, swung her legs up around her neck, unbalancing Rhonda and bringing her to the ground. It looked like something out of an Avenger's movie; something Black Widow would have done. One of Rhonda's arms was locked in two of Lucia's and Lucia's legs were locked around Rhonda's neck.
"Yield," Lucia said.
If Rhonda could have turned around, she'd be eating Lucia's cunt, they were locked that tight together. Rhonda tried to pull Lucia's legs off with her free hand, but didn't have the strength or grip to do so.
She tapped Lucia's thigh, "I give."
Lucia relaxed her legs and Rhonda lay on her back, puffing hard.
"It's been a long damn time since another woman beat me," she panted.
Lucia got up and sat on Rhonda's stomach. She bent down and kissed her, then sat up slightly, about a foot away from Rhonda's face.
"I want to fuck you so bad right now. Mistress Dark, how long until supper?" Lucia asked.
"Scott won't be here for another 45 minutes," MD said.
Lucia leaned down and kissed her again. "Plenty of time. Right here, right now, or do you want to shower first?"
Rhonda looked around at the seven other people in the room. Lucia laughed. "You're shy. Could you please give us a little privacy, please?" Lucia called out. "She wants to do it now, but without an audience."
As we filed out of the room, Lucia was sliding down Rhonda's sweat soaked body and those long legs were going around her head.
******
Lucia and Rhonda recovered enough to shower and join us for supper. Janet left to feed Chen prior to the poker game, but Reneé was here. Since Master was home, Rhonda was somewhat attired. By somewhat, I mean she was wearing a thin t-shirt over her small boobs and some brief cotton panties. Her prominent nipples made cute bumps on her tee. Master didn't make a big deal about her being at the dinner table with us. He greeted her as if she were a member of the family, though still calling her Sergeant Meadows as he wasn't here when she told us her first name. She told him he could call her Rhonda.
This is the first time in awhile that I was Master's slave to play with so I sat in his lap and he fed me. In deference to Rhonda, he was wearing shorts, though they didn't hide the fact he was sporting an erection. When the meal concluded, he gave me two orgasms by finger fucking me as he usually did when he fed one of his slaves. Rhonda was somewhat surprised by the blatant sexuality of it all, but also aroused, as evidenced by the damp spot on her panties. No one was too surprised when she and Lucia disappeared immediately after supper. Reneé left, looking like Jerry would get a good fucking later.
Master had the same idea and after we'd helped clean up after supper, we were all in the room next to theirs banging as well. Master had Lisa and I lined up on our hands and knees on the bed next to each other and fucked first one, then the other. He finally ended injecting his cum into me, Lisa cleaning us both up. Since the room was on the small side and Rhonda and Lucia were making too much noise to rest, we got up and joined Mistress Dark and the others in her dungeon. Mistress Dark was leaning back in a comfortable chair while all three of the slaves in training took turns licking her cunt to improve their skills. While they were working on her, Slut would fuck their asses with a big strap on. The male was in his cock cage, fighting the urge to get an erection. MD had a riding crop. Every time they slacked, the crop came down on their backsides. The male had the most red marks on his. Fighting his urge to get hard while licking cunt and getting pegged not doing much for his concentration.
I showed Master the photos of our house Reneé sent me. He was getting angrier at Jack as he looked at each picture.