Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
As Lucy watched, the guard pulled a broad leather strap across his lap and fastened it to both arms of the chair. The strap had a slit in the middle for his cock to stick up through. It looked very strange when he was finished—at least to Lucy.
“There now—is everything in place?” Lady Twa’linda asked him.
He nodded eagerly.
“Yes, my Lady! I’m ready for you to take your seat—more than ready.”
The Dom’mesque nodded.
“Good, then let me just show our guest how to seat herself…”
Lady Twa’linda did something to her long pink gown and Lucy saw that it had a split up the front of it—and also up the back—which enabled her to expose her pussy completely, which she did with no sign of any self-consciousness at all. Her outer pussy lips were as pale as the rest of her skin but her inner folds appeared to be a bright, almost neon pink.
“Now, you just settle yourself on the seating straps,” she told Lucy, as she did exactly that. “And you can…ahhhh…ride your manservant as you eat dinner.”
While she spoke, she settled herself on the horizontal leather seat strung between the chair’s arms. As she did, the guard’s long, dark green cock, which was poking up through the slit in the center of the seat-strap, thrust slowly into her shockingly pink pussy. Until at last, Lady Twa’linda was settled all the way down and the entire throbbing length was buried inside her to the root.
Lucy bit her lip. Oh God, was she really going to have to do this? Was she really going to have to sit through a whole dinner with T’zaren’s cock up inside her? She barely knew the big Monstrum and she’d never really been into casual sex!
“Er…that’s a very, uh, unusual seating position,” she said at last, weakly.
“Yes—it’s quite useful, too,” Lady Twa’linda lectured. “For you see, the controls just here allow you to raise or lower yourself on your manservant’s shaft. Like so…”
She pressed some buttons on the side of the strange chair. At once the metal frame of the chair’s arms elongated, growing upwards and lifting the leather strap seat she was sitting on. This raised her up until only the head of the guard’s cock was inside her.
“Like that—you see?” she said, smiling coquettishly at Lucy. “Sometimes one must punish one’s manservant by teasing him this way. Why, often I’ll be adjusting the seat settings through the entire meal—riding up and down—and whichever guard is on penetration duty just has to stand it. For they know if they come in me or try to fuck me without my express permission, they’ll get into dreadful trouble!” she added, turning her head to give the guard named Burnes a severe look.
“Yes…my lady,” he gritted out. There was a look of agonized pleasure on his face—it was clear he was enjoying this “teasing” as much as Lady Twa’linda—though apparently he wouldn’t be allowed to come.
“Well, now that you know how the entropy chair works, do be seated my dear,” Twa’linda said, pointing to Lucy’s chair as she lowered her own so that the guard’s shaft was deep inside her once more. “We must hurry for the cook has informed me that the fleur’igan soup should be ready by now. We don’t want to eat it a moment past its peak, do we?”
“Um, no. I guess not,” Lucy mumbled.
She turned to look up at T’zaren who was just standing there, waiting for orders. Was she really going to do this? Though she wracked her brain, she couldn’t see anyway around it.
“Um—have a seat, T’zaren and then fasten the seat straps for me,” she said, not knowing what else to do.
The big Monstrum seated himself obediently in the dip in the middle of the many metal wires and then brought the horizontal leather seat strap with the slit in its center across his lap. But then he paused.
“Forgive me, my Dom’mesque but which of my shafts do you wish to ride during dinner?” he asked, absolutely stone-faced. “My primary shaft or my secondary shaft?”
Lucy bit her lip even harder. His primary shaft was so long and thick—bigger even than the biggest toy in her private collection. She honestly wasn’t sure if she could take it or not. Plus, there were other things to think about.
“Look,” she murmured, leaning towards the big Monstrum. “I’m not on any birth control right now. The pill makes me crazy and I don’t trust IUDs so Mike—that’s my ex—and I, always just used condoms but—”
“If that’s what you’re concerned about, the warming cream from my secondary shaft can’t impregnate you—it contains no seed at all,” he interrupted her.
“Oh…okay, good.” Lucy nodded gratefully. His secondary shaft, which sat above his primary one, was much shorter and considerably less girthy. “That, uh, looks more manageable anyway,” she said, giving a nervous little laugh.