We decided to start our interviews with Lord Anthony's personal slaves. To do so, we'd emptied out the drawing room and sent everyone to go hang out either in the dining hall or outside. We found a stash of blankets and linens, and I'd given all the slaves who needed one a temporary modesty blanket, to cover their bits. Some half-decent slave clothes would be on the shopping list as well.
The drawing room was set up so the interviewee was sitting in the single chair, and us, the interviewers sat on the couches. Our panel consisted of me, Chloe, Maddie, Lysander, and Lothelea.
The slave we were interviewing sat in her chair, giving us all a nervous smile. She was slender with short messy hair and an androgynous figure. She was feminine, but if she wore male clothes, she might have been able to pass as a boy.
"So… Paintoy, right?" I asked.
"Yes Mistress," she nodded.
"Age?"
"Nineteen, Mistress," she said.
"Class and level?" Lysander said.
"Level sixteen [Maid]," she answered.
"Sexual orientation?"
"Uhm what do you mean?" she asked.
"Are you sexually attracted to boys, girls, or both?" I clarified.
"Um… both? Doesn't really matter who holds the whip, does it?" She said uncertainly.
"Do you have another name? Paintoy doesn't really sound like someone's birth name," Maddie asked.
"That is my real name, I have no other," Paintoy replied. "I suppose my full name is technically Paintoy Oh-nine-seven. The ninety-seventh Paintoy to graduate."
"Paintoy was raised at a specialized slave school that produces extreme masochists." Lothelea added helpfully. "From early childhood, all the way until she was sold at age sixteen, she was raised exclusively for the purpose of sadism play. She probably has the highest market value of any of us thanks to her rigorous training."
Paintoy nodded proudly.
"What does that involve?" Maddie asked.
"Um… Constant pain, mixed with pleasure. From a very early age, we were taught to associate food and affectionate contact with pain. We would suffer, then get fed. We would suffer, then get hugs, pets, and positive attention. If we wanted something, we had to ask for pain before getting it. All our playground games involved flogging each other, either as a penalty for losing, or a reward for winning. We started and ended our days with pain. Some of my best friends growing up tortured me daily. Once we reached sexual maturity, we were also taught to associate sexual pleasure with pain. I cannot achieve orgasm unless I'm in physical agony, and conversely, pain alone can give me an orgasm if its sufficiently intense, without any genital stimulation at all." Paintoy explained.
"That's a pretty fucked up thing to do to a kid…" Maddie grumbled.
"Some girls and boys didn't adjust so well, but I believe I had a rather happy childhood, Mistress. Once I learned to love torture, even the most extreme and intense stimulations only brought me joy," Paintoy countered. "In fact… I'd much prefer torture over being ignored again…"
I gave her a puzzled look, there was a story behind that.
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Lothelea, once again, helpfully explained. "Lord Anthony bought her at great expense, then tortured her mercilessly for an entire week. After that, he grew bored with her and moved on to other girls. He realized he didn't want a torture toy that enjoyed torture."
"Absolute best week of my life… but after that, well," Paintoy gave us a tight, pained smile, and a resigned sigh. "It is what it is."
"So what did you actually do for him then?" Lysander asked.
Paintoy shrugged, "Maid stuff mostly… Cleaning, mixing drinks, tending to brothel slaves, that sorta thing. I stood around in the background, ignored, while he tortured slaves that didn't like it. It's a bit ironic, that I was the only slave he treated gently and spared from the torture devices in the dungeon."
"What a waste," Chloe said sadly.
"Well you're my Mistresses now, if you want a torture toy, there here I am, eager to suffer and cry for your pleasure. No agony is too great. You are the proud owners of an authentic Paintoy, worth almost five hundred gold pieces new, and with a second-hand value that's still probably still above four hundred. But… if you only want a maid slave then I'm halfway competent at that too. Either way, I hope I'll be able to earn my keep."
"Come sit on my lap for a moment," Lysander said.
Paintoy looked a bit confused, but got up from her chair and obeyed. She settled down on Lysander's lap, legs together and to the side. Lysander gently patted her on the head, and smiled affectionately. Then she gently cupped Paintoy's nearly flat chest, over the thin fabric of her maid uniform, and grabbed a nipple between two fingers. Paintoy bit her lower lip and smiled.
Lysander pinched hard, crushing down on the poor torture toy's nipple as viciously as she could. Paintoy made a hiss of pain.
"Ah!" she cried out softly. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.
Lysander twisted her wrist, and wrenched the nipple around, twisting it almost a full rotation.
"A-Ah!" Paintoy gasped, and squirmed on Lysander's lap.
Lysander twisted a little harder, adding just a touch more pain.
"M-mm," Paintoy moaned.
"That looks fun," I said.
"Indeed it is. It appears our dear Paintoy was not bluffing," Lysander grinned at me.
"It hurts Mistress," Paintoy whimpered pathetically.
"I know," Lysander said with a cruel smile.
"T-thank you," Paintoy whispered.
Lysander let go of the nipple, and rubbed her victim's sore breast.
Paintoy sighed with relief as her nipple was released. "Whew… nice grip for a lady. You made my eyes water a little bit." she said, smiling.
"I'd like to play with you later," Lysander said.
"Me too. She looks fun." I replied.
"Mistress… C-can I try torturing her too? I've never done it before," Chloe said.
"Oh of course," I replied.
Paintoy whined nervously, staring into the eye of all her potential torturers. Then she grinned lewdly. She looked like the happiest girl in the world.
"We'll need to play later, there are more interviews to go through." Lysander said.
Paintoy nodded.
"Are we done then?" Maddie asked.
"I think so." I replied.
"Go on then, and send in the next," Lysander ordered.
Paintoy hopped up off her lap cheerfully. Lysander gave her a parting spank on the bum.