Pierced (Brides of the Kindred #28) Read Online Evangeline Anderson

Categories Genre: Alien, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Brides of the Kindred Series by Evangeline Anderson
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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
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She was looking everywhere for a Mistress dressed all in pink but as it turned out, Mistress Hottalot found her first.

“My dear, are you all right?” she demanded, coming up to Sky and taking her by the arm. She was somewhere in her middle years and had a spray of pink festa flowers in her blondish-pink hair. She was wearing a pink pinstriped dress that showed most of her breasts and a pair of bright pink satin panties with pointy-toed shoes to match.

“I’m fine,” Sky said, trying to make herself believe it. “Why do you ask?”

“Why, because I saw that display up there!” Mistress Hottalot exclaimed. “Now, I don’t like to offer unsolicited advice, but it’s not good to have a bodyslave so big and strong that you can’t possibly control him—and that male you have there is an absolute monster!” She nodded up at Torin, who towered over everyone in the room—even the other bodyslaves.

“Oh, Torin is all right,” Sky said, trying to smile. “He just gets…carried away, sometimes. He just really loves to, uh, taste and pleasure me,” she added, remembering how Torin had said that all Kindred had a biological need to taste their females.

“My dear, he penetrated you! And not just with his tongue, either—he used his fingers! I saw him!” Mistress Hottalot’s pink eyebrows were nearly at her pinkish-blonde hairline.

Sky could feel herself blushing. There was no shame attached to sexual acts on Portex Three, but one generally didn’t do them in public. Every person in this room had seen the big Kindred make her come. They were really going to have to talk about that once they got back to Torin’s ship! But for now, she needed to keep her mind on the case.

“Honestly, penetration isn’t a big deal where I come from,” she said, trying to play it cool.

“Well, it’s a very big deal, here! It’s not allowed under any circumstances! You’d best punish him immediately,” Mistress Hottalot lectured. “Otherwise, he’ll never learn his lesson and he’ll do it again. Is that a pain collar or just a regular one he’s got on?”

“Oh, er—it’s just a regular collar,” Sky said, feeling awkward.

“A pity.” Mistress Hottalot shook her head disapprovingly. “Well, you’ll just have to use the powders on your breasts, then. Go on…” she gestured at Torin, who was standing silently beside Sky. “Have him suck your right nipple. The Fire powder should teach him a lesson about being overly familiar with his Mistress!”

“I really don’t think that’s necessary,” Sky said quickly. “Listen, you’re Mistress Hottalot, right? I’ve come all the way here from Portex Three to speak to you about the murders of your Sacred Seven.”

“Oh my! Yes, that was dreadful!” Mistress Hottalot put one bejeweled hand to her plump, pink bosom. “But I’m afraid I simply cannot speak to you until you discipline your bodyslave. An untrained bodyslave is a menace to us all and until he learns his lesson, I won’t feel easy. I’m the Chief Agent you know and I wouldn’t want to have to cite you for having an uncontrollable body slave,” she added, giving Torin a scathing look.

Sky suppressed a sigh. It seemed she would have to do as Mistress Hottalot was insisting or the other woman wouldn’t be willing to deal with her. She supposed it was no big deal to let the big Kindred suck her nipples—he had, after all, just licked her pussy until she came so hard her knees buckled. But she loathed the idea of any more public displays.

“Fine, I’ll punish him,” she said shortly. “But is there anyplace private? We’ve already put on enough of a show for one night.”

“But of course, my dear! Come out to the balcony—there’s no one there but a few Mistresses smoking Dream Gas pipes.”

Mistress Hottalot led the way—though not very fast since her pointy-toed, high-heeled shoes caused her to take tiny, mincing steps—out to a balcony overlooking the city. There were, as she had said, a few Mistresses holding strange contraptions to their mouths.

The dream gas pipes were made of glass with many loops and swirls so that the multicolored gas they were inhaling could be seen moving through the clear tubing. It was obvious that the multicolored gas was affecting them like some kind of mood-altering drug, Sky thought. Some were laughing…some were crying…and one was masturbating furiously with a long-handled vibrator shoved down the front of her shiny yellow silk panties while she sucked bright red gas from her pipe.

None of these women paid any attention to them and Mistress Hottalot led them to a quiet corner away from the Dream Gas smokers. Opulex was spread around them, its many towering spires alight in the deepening gloom as night crept over the city.

Sky thought it was a gorgeous view—it was a shame they couldn’t just enjoy it. But no—she had to “punish” Torin. Though he definitely deserved it—he’d certainly blindsided her earlier when he was only supposed to kiss her panties—she wasn’t sure how he would feel about it or if he would obey her orders now that he had pushed past that boundary.


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