Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“Er…locked in what?” Andi asked. This place was getting more and more bizarre by the minute, she thought.
“In chastity. She locked his penis in a cage,” Shanna explained patiently. “So he can never penetrate her or even get hard. It’s all the rage this season—I’ve even thought of doing it to Rux. But I find I like teasing him too much.” She wiggled her bottom, which was firmly planted on her male-wife’s lap and Rux gave out a faint groan. “See?” She grinned at Andi. “Try it—it’s fun to tease them!”
“Oh, er…” Feeling extremely awkward, Andi copied her actions, wiggling her hips as she pressed against Thrax’s groin.
Almost at once she felt something hot and hard growing under her ass and Thrax’s big hands gripped the chair arms so tightly his knuckles turned white. A muffled, “Fuck, Andi!” drifted to her ears and she knew she was definitely having an effect on her partner.
“There, see?” Shanna giggled. “Who would want to lock their male-wife in chastity when you can tease them instead? I just love tease and denial games. Poor Rux is always getting all worked up and then I don’t allow him to come.”
“Is that…a normal thing to do here?” Andi asked uncertainly. “I mean, is it part of the, er, Female-led lifestyle?”
“It can be. It’s an excellent way to train your male-wife,” Shanna assured her. “It’s one reason we use our male-wives as chairs. The more you rub against him without letting him come, the more he knows who’s in charge. Look—even Queen Pantyitch does it.”
She nodded at the head of the table where the leader of the Ruling Collective was indeed rubbing her behind against her male-wife’s groin in a leisurely fashion. There was a stoic look on his face, as though he was used to this kind of treatment, Andi noted.
She wondered how Thrax would feel if she kept rubbing against him. She also wondered if the lump she felt under her ass was going to get any bigger—it already felt enormous. How big was her partner when he was fully hard, anyway? Andi had never seen him naked—though she couldn’t help noticing he was packing quite a weapon in his tight leather trousers. She’d heard that the Kindred were all hung like horses and it seemed that Thrax was no exception.
She pushed the thought away, telling herself she ought to be ashamed. They were here to find Commander Kier, not to get off on each other like a couple of horny teenagers!
“So where did, uh, Queen Thingybottom go to get the designer seed?” she asked Shanna, trying to steer the conversation in a productive direction.
Shanna shrugged.
“Some new conception center on the Northern Continent. She told me the name, but I forgot it. Apparently they stock seed from males all over the galaxy. She was going on and on about how it’s always fresh—never frozen—and they get it from only the best specimens. They milk them right there on the spot, you know, so you can be sure you’re getting the seed you’re promised from the male you choose—as if that makes a difference.” She sniffed disdainfully.
Andi felt a surge of excitement. That certainly sounded like a milking farm. She was about to ask more about it when the servants came around and served the first course.
“Oh good—speedor sandwiches!” Shanna exclaimed, taking one from the platter the servant had placed in front of them.
“What kind of sandwiches, did you say?” Andi asked doubtfully, picking one up herself. It appeared to be a section of warm, crusty blue bread. That was fine—aside from the odd color, the bread looked and smelled delicious. But… was there something moving between the two pieces? Surely not…she hoped not, anyway.
Cautiously, Andi peeled back the top layer of bread and was horrified to see an enormous purple spider sitting there on a bed of red lettuce-like leaves. Its long, hairy legs were splayed out and twitching—that was what she’d seen moving.
“What the hell?” she gasped, and dropped the sandwich on her plate, fighting the urge to jump up from the table and run away. She could handle almost anything but spiders—she hated them.
“Oh, be careful—don’t let the speedor escape!” Shanna exclaimed. She was gripping her own sandwich tightly in both hands. “They make such a mess if they get loose!”
As though in answer to her question, the enormous purple spider—it looked like a tarantula to Andi—shook itself and rose up from the bed of red lettuce it had been lying on. Andi watched in horror, knowing she ought to slap the top piece of bread back down but unable to make herself do it.
What if it gets on me? What if it runs up my arm? She could just see the horribly plump purple body skittering up her arm on its long, hairy legs.