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)
Lucy knew lots of people might see the fact that T’zaren was going to let her strap on a shaft to fuck him as weakness, but she thought it was quite the opposite. It took incredible strength for him to open himself like this—to let himself be this vulnerable, especially in front of so many people. He was so big and strong—a mountain of alien muscle—yet he was going to let a short, curvy girl from Earth penetrate him and fuck him until she made him come.
It was almost more than she could wrap her mind around.
Well, you’d better come to terms with it pretty quick, a little voice whispered in her head. Look—they’ve got the arch up already!
The “Penetration Arch” as Mistress Shin’dara had called it, was a metal structure with heavy weights at the bottom to hold it in place—it took six guards just to bring it in. It was at least ten feet tall which was probably a good thing, since T’zaren was seven feet tall himself and would presumably have his hands stretched over his head.
Lucy was pretty sure of this because she saw two thick leather cuffs connected by chains dangling from the underside of the top of the arch. There was also a sturdy-looking, adjustable step stool—Lucy thought that was where she was supposed to stand when she did the deed. Otherwise, there was no way she could reach the big Monstrum and get into the right position for what they had to do. They—
“Here you are, my Lady,” a familiar voice said in her ear.
Lucy turned to see the seamstress standing there with a large leather case in her arms.
“Oh, um, hi,” she said awkwardly. It seemed strange to talk to someone she felt like she knew at this moment. The guards were pretty much strangers but the seamstress felt more like an acquaintance, due to their interaction that morning.
“My Lady, I have your shaft,” the seamstress murmured.
She flipped open the lid of the leather case revealing a strange looking thing that Lucy didn’t recognize at first. Then she realized what she was seeing.
“It’s…a double headed dildo,” she whispered at last.
It was—a sleek gold one that looked like it was made of some flexible but firm material. The two heads were of unequal size. There was a shorter one that had a fan-shaped wedge at its base. It was connected to a thicker, longer shaft that looked positively scary.
“It’s a double shaft, my Lady,” the seamstress said. “The shorter end fits inside yourself—it’ll hold in place because of the grip technology of the pentha-sleek material it’s made of. The other end goes into your manservant.”
“What?” Lucy stared with horror at the thick golden cock. “No way!” she exclaimed. “That’s much too big. I don’t think that T’zaren’s ever done this before.” She looked at him. “Have you?”
The big Monstrum shook his head.
“I have never given myself before, no,” he rumbled.
“Well this is way too big for you to take, then!” Lucy said firmly. She shook her head at the seamstress. “Take it back and bring a smaller one.”
The seamstress gave her a distressed look.
“Forgive me, my Lady, but this is the one Mistress Shin’dara ordered you to use.”
“Yes, exactly right!” Shin’dara, who had been supervising the placing of the arch, swaggered over to them, her hips rolling in the tight black cat suit and her long white cloak dragging on the black marble floor. There were definitely red stains on it—they looked like blood stains to Lucy. But she had more important things to do at the moment than inquire if the Twainer had hurt her back.
“When I agreed to do this, nobody said anything about shoving something way too big for comfort into my manservant,” she snapped. “This is too big—I won’t use it!”
Mistress Shin’dara’s eyes flashed.
“Watch your mouth, my dear Dom’mesque. I told you I get paid in pain, didn’t I? Just be grateful that size is all your manslave has to contend with! Why, I have shafts that get white-hot once they’re situated deep in an orifice. And others studded with stinging pain-thorns—and still others coated in pepper salve. There’s really no end to the inventive ways one can bring pain to a male during forced penetration.”
Lucy was horrified! Even after watching the deranged Twainer brand over a hundred guards with a red-hot iron, the level of cruelty she was suggesting now was almost inconceivable.
“That’s horrible!” she exclaimed. “I would never use anything like those things you’re describing on T’zaren.”
Mistress Shin’dara’s mouth twisted into a scowl.
“I know you wouldn’t—you’re clearly too soft-hearted,” she snapped. “But you must agree to use this shaft on your manslave or the deal is off.”
“Why?” Lucy looked at her suspiciously. “Does it shoot poison darts or grow spikes once you get it inside someone?”
“What intriguing ideas! But no.” Mistress Shin’dara smiled. “It’s perfectly, boringly normal except for the fact that it’s considerably too large for someone who has never had their ass penetrated before. Why, it even has its own reservoir of slick so you don’t have to bother with getting a bottle of the stuff!”