Darkest Desire (Kindred Tales – The Twisted System #2) Read Online Evangeline Anderson

Categories Genre: Alien, Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi Tags Authors: Series: Kindred Tales - The Twisted System Series by Evangeline Anderson
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
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“The best thing is, you never have to take them off if you don’t want to, so you never have to wear a bra again,” Kat informed her once she had them on. “No more ‘over the shoulder boulder holders’ for you,” she added, laughing as she nodded at Phoebe’s discarded bra. “Isn’t it nice to ditch those straps cutting into your shoulders all the time?”

Phoebe had to admit that the float dots were much more comfortable and provided much better support, but they caused a new problem—now that her large breasts were so perky, her nipples poked out more than ever from between the strands. No matter how she tried to cover them, the minute she moved or if even the least puff of air came her way, the green and gold feathers floated up, flashing her bare breasts at anyone who happened to be looking at her.

The bottom of the outfit wasn’t much better. It also had a wide band that wrapped around her full hips and the same kinds of strands—fabric, beads, and feathers—that fell straight down to her ankles. There were, at least, a tiny pair of green panties that went under the skirt, but they barely covered Phoebe’s pussy mound. In fact, if she moved the wrong way, the panties shifted downward, revealing her plump outer lips and the top part of her slit. Thankfully, that area wasn’t as visible because it didn’t stick out like her breasts did, but it was still embarrassing.

There were no shoes to go with the outfit though—apparently women on Salacious Prime weren’t allowed to wear them.

So much for fashion from head to toe, she thought, looking down at her bare feet critically. And do I really have to go around barefoot everywhere?

Kat assured her that she did—it was apparently the law on Salacious Prime to keep the women literally barefoot and pregnant.

“I’m afraid it’s not a very progressive place, doll,” she’d told Phoebe, when she complained. “You’re pretending to be a Sex Slave after all, not a US Senator.”

She had assured Phoebe that she looked amazing and reminded her that the “sexy outfit” she was wearing wasn’t her most important article of clothing.

“This is what you need to keep on at all times,” she said, fastening a collar of soft, pearly white velvet around Phoebe’s neck. “From what I can tell in my research, this collar is what’s going to keep you out of trouble.”

“Keep me out of trouble? How?” Phoebe ran her fingertips over the velvety collar as she looked at herself in the 3-D viewer.

“They have a colored collar system on Salacious Prime,” Kat had explained. “White means ‘pure and untouched.’ It also means that no other man besides your ‘Master’—which is Commander Sirex—can lay a hand on you. So this…” She pointed at the collar. “Makes you off limits to anyone but him. Never take it off. There are a lot of grabby men on that planet and you don’t want to be vulnerable to them.”

“I’ll keep it on at all times,” Phoebe promised with a shiver. She didn’t want anyone but Sirex touching her—especially not when she was wearing this revealing outfit. “But you said they had a whole system of colored collars—what do the other colors mean?” she asked, frowning.

“Hmm, well I know that yellow means any man who sees you can part your top strands and look at your breasts. And green means he can look at both your breasts and your hoo-hah, if you know what I mean.” She nodded at the long strands of Phoebe’s skirt. “Pink means any man can touch your breasts and red means any man can touch your breasts and also down below. Dark blue means you’re available for anal play and black means you’re open to anything at all.”

“Wow—that’s an elaborate system,” Phoebe remarked.

“Yes, it is—so be sure you keep on your pure white collar. It’ll keep you safe,” Kat had promised. “No one but your ‘Master’—Commander Sirex—will be allowed to touch you.”

Those words echoed in Phoebe’s head as she showed her Salacious Prime slave girl outfit to her mentor. What would he think of how much skin she was showing?

“Well, do you like it?” she asked, since he hadn’t answered her the first time.

“Hmm?” Sirex’s attention had been fixed on the ship’s control panel. He was already wearing his own outfit—which didn’t look much different from his regular clothes to Phoebe. His black leather trousers, vest, and high black boots looked pretty much the same, except the vest had richly jeweled buttons running down the front of it—presumably to show his wealth—and the boots had golden buckles at the knees and ankles. There was also a long black cloak that fastened with golden clips at his throat, but she hadn’t seen him put that part on yet.


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