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)
At least her partner sounded more like himself again, she thought. That was a relief—it had been spooky the way he’d drifted off when she was inserting the tail.
“If you’re both ready to go, then come this way,” Queen Pantyitch said, breaking Andi’s train of thought. She stalked off, through the door of the lounge and Andi felt they had no choice but to follow her.
16
THRAX
Andi was giving him worried looks as they walked down the corridor at Queen Pantyitch’s heels. Thrax wondered if he had slipped into the past again when she had inserted the tail. It seemed possible—all he could remember was the Mistress whispering in his ear about what a good, beautiful boy he was and how she knew he could take it—take it deep inside, just for her while he panted and groaned that it was too big…too thick…
Gods, why did that memory fill him with so many mixed up emotions? Shame that he had submitted so easily—so willingly to the Mistress…anger that he hadn’t been able to fight back because of the chains binding him… desire to feel her soft hands on him again as she stroked his shaft and slipped her fingers inside his body, and last but certainly not least, a burning hatred for her and what she’d done to him…what she’d turned him into…
“Thrax? Where did you go?”
“Huh?” Thrax looked down to see that Andi was still staring at him with a worried look on her lovely face. For a moment, he hadn’t seen her at all—only the Mistress with her vivid purple eyes and red lips.
But Andi’s eyes were clear brown—the color of whiskey—and they were filled with concern for him.
“Where did you go just now?” she repeated, keeping her voice low so Queen Pantyitch couldn’t hear them. “And where were you when I put in the tail? It was like you zoned out or something.”
“I don’t know,” Thrax lied automatically. Because it was unthinkable to tell Andi about that part of his past—that one little part that he’d almost entirely managed to forget until this damn mission…
Andi shook her head.
“Something’s going on with you. Be honest with me, big guy—are you okay?”
Thrax nodded and winced.
“Sure. If by ‘okay’ you mean feeling like I’m getting fucked with every step I take by this damn tail up inside me.”
“I’m sorry about that,” Andi murmured. “We’ll get it out as soon as we can.”
“Yeah, thanks.” Thrax shrugged. “It’s fine. I’ll be fine,” he said. But he wasn’t sure if he was trying to reassure his partner or himself.
Because he very definitely didn’t feel “fine” and he didn’t think he ever would again until they got the Seven Hells out of this fucking place.
17
ANDI
The entrance to the Seed Arena, as Queen Pantyitch called the milking room, was a sliding silver door that opened automatically when they approached. It led into a vast, round metal area which was partitioned into sections or stalls at regular intervals with metal dividers that jutted out from the curving main wall.
Each stall had an occupant who was held in place with thick leather straps, Andi saw as she looked around. Most of the alien males she saw were bipedal and humanoid, but there were a few that seemed to go on four legs or even six. She even saw one who lived in a tank—long green tentacles were protruding from the top of the murky liquid inside.
Most of the males were blindfolded and gagged but there was one who wasn’t. Standing directly opposite them was a warrior with no blindfold or gag which made him easy to recognize—it was Kier, the one they had come to rescue.
Andi tried not to let her expression change as she saw him. He was a huge Kindred—at least a foot taller than Thrax—with gray skin and black hair.
His eyes were closed and his muscular arms and legs were strapped to the metal wall behind him. Andi couldn’t tell if he was asleep or just exhausted. He was naked and the head of his limp shaft, which hung between his legs, reached almost to his knees.
“Wow, that’s, uh, quite a specimen you have there,” she said to Queen Pantyitch, as she nodded at Kier. “Is that the Kindred you told me about?”
“Indeed, yes—he’s one of our best producers. A real stud,” the other woman said proudly. “In fact, let me use him to show you how our milking farm works.”
“Oh no—you don’t have to—” Andi began, but Queen Pantyitch was already striding over to the bound warrior. On the wall beside his head was a large red button. She pushed it and then stepped back.
“Just watch, my dear,” she said to Andi. “You’ll see how it works—it’s all completely automated.”
A sound like a bell ringing went off and Commander Kier’s eyes popped open. They were a pale, wolf-like blue Andi thought—but a moment later they were squeezed shut as his face twisted in what looked like pain.