"Thank you, Master." Trophy said as she lay in his arms after he once again made her body sing.
"It's not over yet. Open your eyes." Baralai commanded her in an odd voice.
Trophy did as she was told, finding herself in Gippal's embrace and he had a disturbing smirk on his face as he let her go. She looked around at the small chamber they were in. It had a toilet and a pedestal sink, and a mattress lying on the floor between them. On the mattress was a diamond studded collar and a long metal chain which had one end attached to the wall, and the other end to the collar. The only piece of décor was a small plaque on the wall that said A HAPPY LITTLE HO LIVES HERE! "What…what is this room, Master?" she asked, feeling a deep chill come over her as she realized Nooj was also in the room, holding a riding crop and watching her reactions.
"This is your new room." Baralai informed her casually. "Since you have all pleased us at one time or another, we decided that it would be best if that's all you did from now on."
"But Master…" Trophy felt sick as she started to object before Nooj brought the riding crop down hard on her backside and she cried out.
"You will no longer speak unless given permission to." Gippal told her coldly. Trophy stayed quiet, sure something must be wrong…maybe this was some kind of joke. Unsure, she put her hands over her stomach protectively.
"Oh, once the baby is born, they'll be well taken care of." Baralai assured her. "You're still nominally my wife, after all, but we're all your Masters now."
"I claim right of punishment for that transgression of hers with both of you." Gippal said to Baralai and Nooj.
"Very well." Baralai agreed. "On your hands and knees." he ordered her. When she hesitated, he pushed her down onto the mattress. "Don't make your punishment worse." he warned her. "Take off your robe."
"I'm…I'm sorry, Master." Trophy replied shakily as she obeyed, scared of the possibility that Gippal was going to take her up the ass. That was only for her Master!
"Not as sorry as you will be." Gippal said as he put the collar on her. "You know how bad you were, don't you?"
"I apologized to you already, Gippal." she protested, then cried out again as he reached forward and tweaked her nipples painfully.
"You will only address them as Master from now, I already told you once." Baralai told her sternly. "You're really begging to be punished more, aren't you?"
"No, Master." she said quietly, hoping for a last minute pardon.
"I'll leave you two to deal with her then." Baralai said, closing the door securely behind him as he left, Trophy staring forlornly after him.
"You can scream all you want now, this room is soundproof. Nooj gets you next." Gippal taunted her as he unzipped his pants and forced himself into her.
"It hurts, Master, please stop!" Trophy did indeed scream in pain as he started sodomizing her without any lubrication..
"Wake up, Rikku! It's okay, you're safe now!" Tidus exclaimed, shaking her to snap her out of it.
"What…what happened?" Trophy stammered as she woke up.
"You must have been having a nightmare." Yuna said. "You were screaming about something hurting. It's not the baby, is it?"
"Oh, I'm fine now." she replied, still feeling horribly chilled by the thought of being betrayed and abandoned by her Master. "It was probably just because of last night's problems. The charity dinner auction is still today, isn't it?" she asked with forced cheerfulness.
"Yep, it is." Tidus said as Yuna stared thoughtfully at her cousin. "Is it time for breakfast yet?"
"Don't touch those yet!" Stan slapped Trophy's hand away from the tray of appetizers he had just finished.
"Laura said you were a tyrant in the kitchen." Trophy smiled at him. "But I'm eating for two now and need a snack, what can I eat?" she asked. Stan had commandeered their kitchen just after lunch to prepare for the dinner auction, and that was still three hours away.
"Oh, that's right, you're pregnant." he commented absentmindedly as he started on the next dish. "There's the rejects over there, help yourself." Stan gestured at a tray full of miscellaneous tidbits, all of what looked just perfect to her, but apparently not to him.
"Thanks, Stan. Oh by the way, we hired your mother as our future day nanny." she teased him as she grabbed the tray and hurried to the conservatory, giggling over his cursing trailing after her when his distraction caused him to almost burn the meat.
Trophy took a deep breath as she stood up from her vanity. It was almost time for the auction to start, and she had to take her position in the foyer to greet guests as they arrived. She really wished her Master could have been here, she had never felt more in need of his support, but she was also a teeny bit glad he wasn't here, in case the fundraiser wasn't the success she was hoping for. She didn't want to fail him and risk being punished again. Her nightmare came to mind again and she shuddered, promising herself she wouldn't fail him. At least Yuna and Tidus were here to support her, and their presence was sure to help make this an evening to remember.
"I thank you all for coming." Trophy stood up from her table with the other board members plus Yuna and Tidus, gently tapping her fork against her non-alcoholic wine glass to get everyone's attention, "I'd also like to thank Stan, one of Spira's most talented chefs, for graciously donating his services to cater for us. And a very big thank you to our two very special guests, High Summoner Yuna and her husband, Sir Tidus, who were responsible for bringing the Eternal Calm to Spira. They were generous enough with their time to attend tonight, so let's be more generous when it comes time to bid on our surprise, a private luncheon date here with them!" Excited whispers were heard throughout the room at her revelation. "But of course they're not the real guests of honor, that's for the wait staff tonight, all success stories courtesy of Hope House, let's give them a big round of applause!" She put her glass back down on the table and started clapping, Yuna and Tidus quick to follow her example.
Once the applause ended, the planned auction started, the auctioneer saving the luncheon date for last. Finally it was their turn. "Alright, I'm starting the bidding at ten thousand gil for the private luncheon date with Lady Yuna and Sir Tidus." A bidding frenzy ensued until a loud voice broke through the clamor.
"One hundred thousand gil!" Alase exclaimed with a contemptuous look on her face. She wanted to find out if all the hype over the married couple was true, and being so 'generous' would score her points in reclaiming their rightful place in society. Money was all her family had left to give after all, thanks to Lady Yuna and her guardians.
Gasps were heard along with a higher bid. "One hundred and twenty!" Laura casually offered.
Alase fumed for a moment before bidding higher still. "Two hundred thousand!" she blurted out as the butler hurried over to Trophy and whispered something urgently in her ear and handed her a sheet of paper, and she quickly conferred with the other board members.
"Two hundred thousand, going once…" the auctioneer looked over at Laura, who shrugged and took another sip of wine. "Going twice…sold!"
Trophy stood up again and spoke as loud as she could without yelling. "Thank you all for your generosity, but I've got some bad news, we have to cut tonight short. The hurricane hovering off the coast has picked up steam and will be making landfall in about two or three hours. We have all your bids on record and once the storm is over and the damage is cleared up, we will honor them. Please get home safely!"