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)
FORTY-SIX
LUCY
Lucy couldn’t believe what she was hearing…what she was seeing! She’d just had the most intense sexual experience of her life with the man she was pretty sure she was falling in love with. And now that bitch, Mistress Shin’dara was trying to hurt him!
It really had been incredible, fucking the big Monstrum. Lucy would never have believed she could enjoy an act like that so much. But seeing his big, muscular body so open and vulnerable just for her did something to her insides. She’d wanted to make the experience good for T’zaren and by the way he had groaned and begged for more, she’d certainly succeeded.
Lucy loved it when a man was vocal in bed. Mike, her ex, had never done more than grunt once or twice. She loved it that T’zaren had begged her to fuck him and had given himself to her so completely. She only hoped she could return the favor soon, since they were definitely officially dating now.
But first they had to get the dimriel and get out of here, and Mistress Shin’dara seemed determined to keep them from doing either.
The cruel Twainer stepped forward, stroking the base of the thick black dildo, studded with hooked silver thorns, which protruded from her pussy.
“I said, it’s my turn,” she snapped, her eyes narrowed as she glared at Lucy. “Step aside—if you can’t fuck your manslave correctly, I’ll show you how it’s done!”
“The hell you will!” Lucy didn’t care that they were in the other woman’s stronghold with guards all around—she’d be damned if she let that bitch get anywhere near T’zaren with the instrument of torture she had strapped to her pussy!
Pulling the golden dildo out of herself, she cast it aside and marched down the steps of the stool to come put herself between T’zaren and the evil Mistress.
Mistress Shin’dara looked annoyed.
“Step aside, you little pretender,” she snapped at Lucy. “It’s clear you don’t know the proper way to dominate a male so I’m going to show you.”
“If you come anywhere near T’zaren with that thing you’re going to be sorry!” Lucy snarled. She was so angry, she could barely see straight! “We did everything you asked and now you’re trying to back out of the bargain,” she told the Twainer. “I’ve had just about enough of you—let me talk to Lady Twa’linda. Right now!”
Mistress Shin’dara’s dark eyes narrowed.
“Oh, so you want to see my Other Half?” she hissed venomously. “Well who am I to stop you? Here she is!”
She tore the long, red-stained veil that had been fixed to the back of her head away with a single motion and let it drift to the ground. Then she turned her back to Lucy…
Only her back wasn’t a back, Lucy saw with horror. It was another front! It was, in fact, Lady Twa’linda!
The Light Face of the Twainer was clearly dead. Her tongue lolled limply from her slack lips and her eyes were open but seeing nothing—well one was, anyway. The other looked like it had been gouged out by a sharp object. The rest of the limp body had been pierced multiple times as well.
Looking at the discarded white veil, Lucy realized that the red stains on it really were blood, just as she had suspected. And the spikes on the throne were clearly the cause. She remembered the way Mistress Shin’dara had been leaning against them so obviously—had she been killing her Other Half on purpose? Murdering the only part of her that was in any way decent and kind?
It seemed clear that she had. So now there was only darkness and evil left in the Twainer…which was very bad news for Lucy and T’zaren.
“Do you see?” Mistress Shin’dara spun back around, a cruel smile twisting her thin lips. “Lady Twa’linda is no more! She’s never coming back to usurp my rightful place again!”
“But…but if she’s dead, doesn’t that mean she’ll begin rotting?” Lucy demanded, completely horrified. “How can you live, tied to a decomposing corpse like that?”
Her question seemed to make Mistress Shin’dara angry.
“Do you think I care?” she screeched at Lucy. “She kept me locked away for fifteen solar years…fifteen years! I would rather die myself than let her live! I will never regret what I have done! NEVEEEEER!”
The last word was a screech so shrill that Lucy winced and put her hands to her ears. Mistress Shin’dara was getting more and more upset. So upset that her features were changing, running together in an odd way, like some invisible hand was re-molding her face into a whole other shape…
“Watch out, Lucille!” T’zaren shouted from behind her. “She’s changing—taking her third form! Get back—get away from her!”
But Lucy felt frozen to the spot. The big Monstrum was right, she saw, staring at the slowly writhing Twainer in front of her. Mistress Shin’dara’s black cat-suit seemed to have become part of her and her body was growing and elongating. At the same time, her dark eyes had turned a glowing yellow and her face had become streamlined while her lips had disappeared altogether. This made it easier to see that two of her upper teeth had turned into long, curving fangs that protruded from her mouth like twin daggers.