Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
“I…I’ve always been really sensitive there,” she admitted. “I can’t help it.”
“I don’t want you to help it,” Sirex rumbled. “I just want to let you know—”
But whatever he was going to tell her was drowned out by a sudden knocking on the door.
“Excuse me! I’m here to lead you to the Great Hall for the banquet!”
The voice was familiar—it must be the same servant boy who had brought their clothing earlier, Phoebe thought, feeling frustrated. What had her mentor been about to tell her? That he wanted more from her than just a partner or a fellow agent? That he felt for her the way she felt for him?
Apparently she would never know because Sirex took her hand and led her to the door.
“Come on—I guess it’s time for the banquet,” he murmured.
“Yes, Sir,” Phoebe sighed. But her nipples were throbbing from his touch and with every step she took the new gear she was wearing stimulated her almost unbearably.
God, how was she going to get through this banquet?
20
PHOEBE
The Great Hall was another vast gold and glass space, but this time the glass was purple which threw the entire enormous room into grand but gloomy shadow.
The servant boy led them to a low table in the center of the room. Instead of chairs, there were cushions to sit on—but not for the women. Phoebe saw only men sitting around the long table.
Sirex seemed to notice the same thing because he asked,
“Where is Phoebe supposed to sit?”
“Your female?” the servant asked. “Why, under the table with the other females, of course.”
“What? Why must the women stay under the table?” Sirex demanded, frowning. “I don’t like putting Phoeve in such a small, cramped space.”
“But the females must be under the table so they can suck the shafts of the males who own them during the banquet,” the servant said, looking shocked that he didn’t already know this detail.
Sirex frowned.
“And what if I don’t want Phoebe to suck me in public?”
“Oh, this isn’t public, my dear Sirex.” The high, nasal voice could only belong to Lord Thruck. Sure enough, when Phoebe looked up, she saw the enormous Trollox smiling down at them with his sane head. The insane one was lolling on his shoulder and drooling disgustingly as usual.
“If it’s not public, what is it?” Sirex asked, frowning.
“Why just an intimate little dinner with our fifty closest friends.” Thruck chortled with laughter. “So don’t fear—just let your girl pleasure you as we dine.”
“Such pleasures should be reserved for the bedroom,” Sirex growled.
“Nonsense!” Lord Thruck frowned. “Your female must show us that she’s worthy to be at the Royal Dining table—or rather, under the table.” He chortled with laughter again and then frowned at Phoebe. “Besides, she must be hidden from sight in case the Emperor himself deigns to join us for the banquet. He must not be subjected to the sight of a female with unpierced nipples.”
Phoebe held back a sigh and an eye-roll with great difficulty. What was it with the huge Trollox wanting everyone to get their nipples pierced? It was so weird!
“Come now, you’re sitting at the end of the table with us,” Lord Thruck went on. Nodding at Sirex, he led him down the long row of cushions to the far end of the table. Leaving the chair at the head of the table empty, he settled in the cushions directly to the right of it. Actually, he took up two cushions, Phoebe saw, as the Trollox settled with his thick legs hanging down into the well under the table.
Sirex settled beside him without comment and motioned for Phoebe. Pulling her close on the pretext of smoothing her hair, he murmured in her ear,
“Just pretend. You don’t actually have to do what he said.”
Phoebe nodded and ducked her head, allowing him to help her down into the dark space beneath the table.
Underneath the table it was much roomier than she would have expected, possibly because the dining table was extremely wide, which left space for everyone. It was a good thing because every single male seated at the table had a corresponding woman sitting between his legs.
After she settled between Sirex’s spread thighs, Phoebe found that she was seated beside the girl with pale blue skin and long dark blue hair who Undersecretary Y’sfer had used to demonstrate the non-con bracelets by making her shock herself. She was diligently sucking on the extremely small shaft of the man whose thighs she was sitting between.
By angling her head, Phoebe could look up and see that it was Y’sfer himself who’s cock the girl was sucking. This was because there was a kind of glass window in the table, presumably so the males being pleasured could watch the pleasuring.
There was a similar “window” at every place in the table and Phoebe could also see Sirex talking to Lord Thruck. The huge Trollox was, surprisingly, the only male at the table who wasn’t getting his dick sucked. There was no one between his tree-trunk sized thighs. Phoebe wondered why not.