Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
“Take off…take off my clothes?” she’d whispered, feeling sick.
“Take them off. Grox wants to see your cunny, little female,” the middle head said and the other two heads on either side nodded and giggled—high, evil laughter that raised the short hairs on the back of her neck and made her stomach clench into a slick fist.
Sonya wanted desperately to run—to hide. But there was nowhere to go. The Trollox was between her and the door and even if she could get out, she’d only manage to make it into the corridor which was regularly patrolled by the Flower House guards. And even if she dodged past them and managed to get all the way out onto the street, where could she go?
She’d been told—along with the other new “flowers”—that the planet they were on, Yonnie Six, was completely ruled and dominated by males. A woman wasn’t allowed to go anywhere without a man because all women here were slaves and property—it was like the Patriarchy on steroids.
“Unaccompanied females will be reported and rounded up the moment anyone sees them,” Oozle had informed them in his burbling voice. “You will simply be brought right back here and punished severely. You will lose your ranking and be immediately cast into the bottom tier of flowers. There is no escape from Yonnie Six or from The House of a Thousand Flowers—do not even attempt it.”
So Sonya was stuck here and she knew it.
She was a sex worker now—she had almost accepted that. But she’d been able to imagine that she would only have to go on singing for the various “clients” she entertained. None of them had asked her to undress before now—not even the Zoporan who had wanted to suck her toes.
Hands shaking, she had taken off the long, slinky gown she’d been wearing during her last performance in the Flower Lounge and draped it over the vast silver platform bed in the corner of the apartment. Then, feeling cold all over, she turned around and stood naked before the enormous Trollox.
The monster…the monster…the little voice kept chanting in her head.
Sonya was horribly afraid he wanted to touch her—to paw her with those huge, grimy sausage fingers with dirt under every nail. Or God, what if he wanted to fuck her? How could that even work? There was no way the enormous thing she saw bulging in his brown leather trousers would ever fit inside her! It would be like trying to have a baby in reverse—as if you were cramming it back up into yourself instead of pushing it out!
It was a sickening thought and it did not appeal to Sonya. She stood there naked, rubbing her arms with her hands to try and dissipate the chill bumps that had broken out on her skin. But it was useless—she was cold and frightened and horrified at what might happen to her. Her nightmare was coming true and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
“Show Grox your tits,” the middle head directed her.
“I…what?” Sonya’s voice had come out in a paper-thin whisper.
“Come here, little female—show us your tits,” it commanded.
Sonya had taken a hesitant step forward and then another and another until she was standing there in front of the enormous ogre-looking creature. All three heads were far above her but Sir Grox bent down to stare at her and she was suddenly enveloped in a horrible, moist cloud of hot, fetid breath blowing from all three of the mouths, which were open. Two of the heads were drooling, as though they were staring at something they wanted to eat…to bite and grind and chew…
She tried not to look at the blunt, jagged teeth—half of them stained yellow or black. There were chunks of flesh caught between them and she tried not to speculate what kind of meat the giant had been eating. His breath smelled almost as bad as his body odor—which was truly saying something.
After what felt like forever, the middle head spoke again.
“Spread your legs for Grox,” it ordered. “Show Grox your cunny.”
Feeling like she might throw up, Sonya had parted her thighs.
Oh God, if he touches me…
If Sir Grox touched her, she was certain she really was going to be sick. She would probably puke all over his three massive boulder-like heads. And she was certain that wouldn’t make Master Oozle happy at all. Grimly, she held on to her gorge.
To her surprise, though, Sir Grox had simply sat there and looked at her, examining her bare pussy with his greedy little eyes.
But it was the way he looked at her—it was the way he was looking now, Sonya thought, trying to keep her voice from wavering as she sang her set in the Flower Lounge. There was something so sinister in those slitted yellow eyes—it made her sick with fear and loathing and brought back all the old night terrors.