“Oh, um…actually I was…was about to get up,” she said.
“But the slaves are ready.” Malik motioned to the line of slaves—many of them coated in gold paint but many others in black trousers and with bare chests, as he himself was dressed. Every single one was handsome and muscular though none of them was quite as big and imposing as Malik. And all of them had huge erections—apparently when Mistress Hellenix went slave shopping, she was looking for size.
They were lined up along the wall of the massive room and to Nikki’s discomfort, she counted at least forty of them. And these were only the downstairs slaves! Exactly how rich was her evil twin? How could she afford to own and house and feed so many slaves? And how many more were in the upstairs chambers?
“Mistress?” Malik raised an eyebrow at her and she realized she had been lost in thought as the black grass of the throne-couch continued to stroke her. It was an incredibly embarrassing situation to be in, yet she couldn’t do anything about it without outing herself as an imposter. If only she had never sat down on the damn thing in the first place!
“Um—okay,” she said and cleared her throat, trying to ignore the ticklish way the black tendrils were caressing her clit. “They can, uh, pay me obeisance now.”
“Very good. Then as your primary bodyslave, I will commence.”
Malik ascended the dais and dropped to his knees before her. Before she could stop him, he leaned forward and wound his muscular arms around her thighs, splitting her even wider.
Nikki couldn’t repress a gasp as he pressed a hot kiss to her open pussy through the thin red fabric of her panties. The black grass actually seemed to want to help him reach her because it spread her outer pussy lips wide and pushed the strand of desire beads away so he had free access to her clit. She could even feel a strand of the grass winding around her throbbing button, as though to make it stick out more prominently.
Malik took full advantage of this, molding his lips around her aching little bud through the thin panties and sucking gently. Nikki let out a little moan and found her fingers were buried in his shaggy mane as waves of teasing pleasure shot through her. Between the black grass and his hot, wet mouth pressing against her most sensitive spot with nothing but the cobweb-thin panties between them, she felt like she was just about to lose control—and all while the forty other slaves watched her with avid interest.
It was this last detail that brought her back to her senses. She couldn’t come in public like this—she just couldn’t!
“Malik—Malik, stop,” she exclaimed breathlessly, trying to disentangle herself from the big Kindred’s muscular arms.
Very reluctantly, he drew back, a little frown playing around the corners of his sensuous mouth.
“But I have not even made you come yet, Mistress. Do you not want to begin your inspection with a public orgasm?”
“Absolutely not!” Nikki exclaimed and then remembered who she was supposed to be.
Probably Mistress Hellenix loved coming in public—and the louder the better. But she still couldn’t bring herself to let Malik get her all the way off in front of the forty other slaves who were watching with wide eyes.
“I mean…” She cleared her throat. “I, uh, don’t choose to have a…a public orgasm right now. You may stop, Malik.”
His frown grew but he withdrew from her and stood at attention at the side of the throne-couch instead.
“Very well, Mistress. Then shall I allow the other slaves to come forward and make their obeisance?”
Suddenly Nikki understood what he meant—or thought she did, anyway. Was he really expecting her to sit here, while the couch groped her, and let forty strangers kiss her crotch?
Apparently so, because the first slave in line was already kneeling at the foot of the dais, waiting for his chance to come up and “pay obeisance” to her and the others in line were waiting their turn as well.
Oh no—I can’t do this! I can’t handle it—no way! Letting Malik kiss her was one thing—she was sort of beginning to feel like she knew the big Kindred bodyslave, in a strange way. But she didn’t know these other slaves and she was not interested in the reverse harem situation that Mistress Hellenix seemed to have set up here.
“Actually, you know, I think I’d like to continue the rest of the tour instead,” she said, jumping up. Thankfully, this caused the black grass to release its hold on her instantly and she felt it leave her panties with a profound sense of relief.
“Then do you wish to let the downstairs slaves perform their obeisance later?” Malik asked.
“No,” Nikki said quickly. “These, uh, downstairs slaves are excused from performing obeisance at this time. We can, uh, do it at another time. Maybe during the next inspection.” Which would hopefully only take place after the real Mistress Hellenix was firmly back in place.
“Will you not even allow them to kiss your feet?” Malik asked. “I thought that was why you chose not to wear shoes.”
Nikki hadn’t worn shoes because the big Kindred hadn’t offered her any when he was getting her dressed, so she had assumed that the real Mistress Hellenix just walked around her mansion barefoot for the fun of it. Actually, her toes were kind of cold from the hard marble floor but she didn’t want the slaves slobbering over her feet any more than she’d wanted them kissing her crotch. What kind of a twisted, perverted place was this world where her evil twin lived anyway?
“They don’t need to pay me any obeisance at all,” she said. “Not at this time, anyway. I don’t feel like it.”
Malik frowned and looked like he wanted to say something but Nikki did her best to put an imperious look on her face.
“Malik, please—let’s continue the tour,” she said firmly.
He shrugged, his broad, bare shoulders rolling with the motion.
“As my Mistress wishes. Come.”
He led the way down the dais and Nikki heard him telling the other slaves to disperse and go back to their regular duties. This meant that the golden statue slaves went back to pose on their pedestals and the rest melted away to do whatever domestic tasks they were regularly assigned.
Some of them seemed to be murmuring among themselves and casting covert glances at her as they left but Nikki didn’t care. She gave a little breath of relief when she saw them leaving—at least she didn’t have to worry about forty muscular strangers kissing her crotch now!
“Come, Mistress—the upstairs slaves await,” Malik said, making her feel worried all over again. But what else could she do but follow?
Chapter Six
Malik led the way down the black marble dais and Nikki followed him along the cavernous black and gold room until they came to a vast, curving staircase that extended to the upper floor. As they climbed it, she admired the walls, which were decorated with art. Golden frames stood out against the black background and though she couldn’t make out what the paintings were supposed to be, all of them looked expensive.
Some kind of modern art, I guess, she thought, looking at one which was a series of shifting patterns in pink, blue, and bright green flowing over a black canvas.
At the top of the staircase, she was greeted with another long hallway, lined with more of the golden statue-slaves. But there was something new—the vaulted ceiling high above was clear glass and she could see a cloudy purplish sky.
The long, continuous skylight wasn’t the most interesting thing about the hallway though. Just under the ceiling was a clear tube half filled with pale turquoise liquid. It might have been water but Nikki didn’t like to assume too much after the weird spa treatments. The tube ran the length of the hallway and then took a curving bend around the corner and disappeared in a downwards slant.
Nikki wondered about the tube. Was it part of the immense mansion’s plumbing system? But why would it be there, right out in the open? And what was the use of so much water—if it was water—anyway? Was the opulent dwelling powered hydraulically? She was a naturally curious person and she was itching to ask Ma
lik all about it, but of course she couldn’t. She had to keep playing her part and walk along as though she belonged here when in fact, she felt like a fish out of water.
Not that I couldn’t get used to this kind of luxury, Nikki thought as they toured the upstairs bathing suite, which featured a sauna, a massive hot tub, a padded black massage table, and a solarium filled with hundreds of leafy, exotic-looking plants in various shades of green, blue, purple, and turquoise.
“Would you care for a massage before dining tonight, Mistress?” Malik asked as the various slaves who worked in the bathing suite bowed low before her.
“Um, maybe later,” Nikki said. In fact, she would have loved a massage—she usually got one once a year because Gary and the kids would give her a certificate for Christmas or Mother’s Day—but she always chose a female massage therapist. And since there were nothing but male slaves, she decided against it. Besides, she preferred to keep her clothes on in Mistress Hellenix’s house, where the furniture fondled you and everyone was so eager to press their lips to your panties.
Speaking of that, every room they stopped in, Malik asked her if she wished the slaves to perform obeisance to her and in every room, Nikki declined.
“Later—they can do it on the next inspection,” she told Malik, who seemed more and more disturbed that she was turning down this sign of respect that Mistress Hellenix apparently demanded. But Nikki couldn’t help herself—she simply didn’t want a bunch of strangers pushing their faces into her crotch! Was it so much to ask that she be left alone?
Apparently so because the big Kindred had a constant frown on his face as he led her through the inspection.
There were plenty of bedrooms—or sleeping chambers, as Malik called them—and each one had their own bathroom (though not quite as opulent as the bathing suite, they still all featured vast, round marble tubs and private saunas) as well as a slave to tend them.
Nikki wondered again about how rich her doppelganger was. Why did Mistress Hellenix need a slave for every single bedroom? Did she have guests over often? What did the slaves do with themselves when there weren’t any guests? She had counted forty slaves downstairs and at least another thirty up here. Why would one woman need seventy people to wait on her?
There was a Vid room, which appeared to be a private movie theater, a game room, which included several board games Nikki had never seen before as well as a long alley with round blue balls at the end. The set up reminded her a little of bowling but there were no holes in the balls and when she picked one up, it wasn’t heavy at all. In fact, it threatened to float away from her hand, it was so light.
“Do you wish to play a game of hard-shaft?” Malik asked her. Before she could answer, three slaves—all of them completely naked—had run to take their places at the end of the alley. They stood at rigid attention, like human bowling pins, their chins lifted, their expressions blank.
They were the first slaves she had seen, Nikki thought, that didn’t have either cages around their privates or massive, raging erections. Honestly, she had seen more penises today than she’d seen throughout all of high school and college! And absolutely all of Mistress Hellenix’s slaves were well-endowed. Either alien men were just well-hung, or her evil twin was a size queen.
“Oh, uh—okay.” Experimentally, Nikki leaned down, still holding the ball. There were three colored stripes painted on the long alley and she picked the middle one—which was purple—and rolled the ball down it.
She half expected the ball to leave the alley and float up into the air but the purple stripe seemed to have some kind of magnetic property because the ball stuck to the alley all the way down until it bounced up at the very end where the stripe ended.
Nikki watched as the blue ball took a hop into the air and adhered itself to the middle slave’s crotch. He gave a muffled gasp and went rigid at once. When he pulled the ball away, she saw that his formerly soft member had stiffened into a full erection.
“A good shot, my Mistress,” Malik said politely. “You haven’t lost your touch.”
“I, uh, guess not,” Nikki murmured. At least now she knew why the game was called “hard-shaft.”
She declined to play any more and they went on through several other rooms until they came to a kind of salon that had the most amazing ceiling Nikki had ever seen. It was glass, crowded with jewel-tone objects in all shapes and sizes. Beneath it was a large round piece of furniture that seemed to be somewhere between a bed and a bench. It curved in the middle and was padded so that you could lie on it and look up without craning your neck, Nikki saw. Also, it was slowly rotating around and around.
“Ah—the relaxation grotto,” Malik rumbled and looked around, a frown creasing his face. “But where is Ugger, the attendant?”
Nikki didn’t know and didn’t care—she suddenly felt exhausted and just wanted to lie on the rotating bed-bench and look up at the fabulous ceiling.
Well why shouldn’t I? I’m the Mistress here, right? I should get to do what I want.
She settled back carefully on the slowly rotating platform and looked up. The upper curve of the bench supported her head and she was able to study the amazing ceiling above which looked like shapes made from blown glass—except the shapes kept changing.
Cobalt blue spheres curved into amethyst purple pyramids which in turn melted into fiery red cubes and vermillion rectangular boxes. From somewhere behind her, soft music was playing—a low, tantalizing flute and the deep sound of intermittent drumming. Even the air smelled nice—a soft, sweet scent a bit like a mixture of lavender and honeysuckle filled her senses and made her feel relaxed and calm.
“Ohhhhh,” Nikki breathed. “This is amazing—I think it’s my favorite room in the entire house.”
“Really?” Malik sounded like he was frowning again. “I thought you only had it installed to show off the living jewel ceiling that cost you so much? You told me once that it was the most impressive room in the mansion—and the most boring at the same time.”
“Did I say that?” Nikki tried to keep her tone relaxed and honestly she didn’t have to try very hard. The shifting, melting shapes in the ceiling seemed to have a calming, almost soporific effect. Like visual valium, she thought dreamily.
“Yes, you did, Mistress,” Malik growled.
Nikki shrugged, never taking her eyes from the constantly shifting ceiling.
“I must have been having a bad day. This is really quite lovely.”
She wished she had someplace to relax like this back home. A room to herself where the kids weren’t always barging in—the way Gary had his “man cave.” How come you never heard of a “woman cave?” she wondered. Why did men get space to themselves and women just had to make do? It really wasn’t fair…
“I will go and search for Ugger, the attendant,” Malik said, breaking her train of thought. “He should be here—he knows it is time for the weekly inspection. Such disrespect cannot be allowed, Mistress.”
“Okay, fine…” Nikki waved a hand languidly. “Go ahead and do that.” She was feeling more and more relaxed as the padded bench-bed revolved and the living jewels, as Malik had called them, continued to glow and shift and meld and change. She could feel her whole body relaxing, her legs turning to melted butter as her thighs opened and her muscles went limp…
Suddenly something shoved between her legs and started vigorously nuzzling her unprotected pussy.
“What?” Nikki gasped, jumping up. To her horror, she saw a strange man was rooting around between her legs. He was pressing his face to her panties and trying to push them to one side with his tongue while he breathed heavily on her crotch.
He looked up for a moment, his eyes wild. He had long, greasy black hair and a swarthy, thuggish face.
“You love it, don’t you Mistress? You love it when Ugger turns the tables on you,” he rasped. “Just had to wait until that fuckin’ Kindred got out of the way to make my move. Lay back and enjoy it while Ugger gives you the tonging of your life!”
Then he ducked back down and started mauling her panties vigorously with his mouth.
“No—no I don’t want that! Stop it—get off me!” Nikki pounded on his broad, bare shoulders but there was no stopping him—he seemed determined to orally violate her and she wasn’t strong enough to push him off.
“Help!” She shrieked, fishtailing wildly beneath the strange man. “Help me!”
Suddenly Malik was there, looming above her. He seized the other male by his long, greasy black hair and dragged him, protesting, off of Nikki.
“What in the Seven Hells do you think you’re doing, Ugger?” he growled. “Didn’t you hear your Mistress saying no?”
“She likes it like that—rough and unexpected.” The man called Ugger shrugged sullenly. Nikki thought he looked like the bad guy in a movie about motorcycle gangs and drug lords.
“I don’t care what she’s allowed you to do in the past, if she says stop, you fucking well stop,” Malik snapped, shaking him like a rag doll. He looked at Nikki. “Mistress—what punishment do you desire for this miscreant?”
“P-punishment?” Nikki stuttered. She was still trying to get her breath back and rearranging her clothes. She’d had a guy try to date rape her once in college but she’d gotten away in a moment of luck with only a sprained wrist to show for it. That same, shaky feeling she remembered from that attack had come over her now—her heart was pounding and her hands felt like ice. Her stomach was churning and she wasn’t sure if she might be sick or not.
“Of course. Such behavior cannot go unpunished—he was trying to violate you.” Malik shook the other male again and Nikki saw something strange—tiny little sparks of electricity like miniature lightning bolts seemed to crackle from the fingertips of the hand that wasn’t holding Ugger by the hair. Even stranger, she could have sworn she saw sparks shooting from his silver eyes as well. What was going on?
But there was no way she could ask why he was suddenly shooting lightning from his fingertips and eyes—presumably the real Mistress Hellenix would know. She wished she’d had a chance to find out more about the big Kindred before the E’lo stones had cut off their conversation. But in the meantime, Malik was looking at her expectantly, clearly waiting for her to pronounce a punishment.
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