Twisted: Brides of the Kindred 23

by Evangeline Anderson

  And then his tongue was replaced by two long, thick fingers thrusting inside her.

  “Oh!” Nikki gasped again. “Oh, Malik,” she panted in a whisper. “I thought…thought that any kind of…of penetration wasn’t allowed.”

  “It’s all right,” he growled, looking up at her. “My old Mistress was always pushing the boundaries—this crowd expects this kind of thing from her.” His silver eyes were glowing and sparking with desire as he spoke. “Now hold onto me and let your honey come down.”

  “I…I don’t know if I can in public but I’ll try,” Nikki half-moaned.

  “Close your eyes,” he advised. “Don’t look at anyone or anything. Just close your eyes and let yourself feel as I pleasure you, Mistress—as I taste your sweet pussy and make you come.”

  Then he went back to lapping her quivering pussy, paying special attention to her aching clit as he thrust deep and hard inside her with two long, thick fingers.

  Maybe the lust dust had something to do with it or maybe there really was a wild woman inside her, eager to get out, but despite the fact that they were in public, it didn’t take Nikki long to come after that.

  Maybe I’m a closet exhibitionist, she thought dimly as she thrust towards him and let Malik do what he wanted, which appeared to be ravaging her pussy with his fingers and tongue. Then he seemed to do something inside her—hit some spot that she hadn’t even known she had—and suddenly she was flying.

  “Oh!” she heard herself moan as the warm flood of intense pleasure washed over her. “Oh, Malik, yes! Yes!”

  The big Kindred seemed to know she was coming because after a few more thrusts, he withdrew his fingers and lapped hungrily at her entrance, clearly eager to lick up her honey as it gushed out.

  And she really was gushing, Nikki thought dimly. She wondered if that spot he’d hit inside her—(was it her G-spot?)—had anything to do with it? But for whatever reason, her pussy was incredibly wet. It seemed no matter how much Malik licked and sucked her, he always had to go back for more.

  At last she pushed gently on his shoulder, unable to take any more pleasure for now. Her legs felt like spaghetti and she was actually seeing little bursts of light like fireworks in the corners of her vision.

  “Malik,” she whispered weakly. “Please, I think I’m getting faint.”

  “Of course, I’m sorry!” He gave her one last long lick and then pulled back respectfully. “Forgive me, Mistress,” he said in a voice loud enough to carry to the watching audience. “Your pussy is so sweet and soft and your honey tastes so delicious I couldn’t bring myself to stop kissing your…panties.”

  “That’s…that’s all right, Malik,” she managed to pant out and then made herself stand straighter and pulled down her skirt. “Let’s just, um, join the party.”

  “As my Mistress Commands.” He rose and nodded obediently to her.

  Nikki took a wobbly step in the thigh-high boots but nearly fell down the short flight of stairs. Swiftly, the big Kindred caught her and swung her up in his arms. Then he strode confidently down the steps, still carrying her.

  For a moment the world was a whirl around her. The many tropical plants were all different shades of blue and green and turquoise and the huge bubble shimmered overhead with rainbow brilliance.

  Then they came down into the crowd and Nikki became aware that the other Mistresses were clapping and murmuring with obvious admiration. Clearly they had done a really good job at the all-important introduction because there were smiles of approval everywhere

  All except on the face of Mistress Tangle-Skank, Nikki thought, as she happened to catch the other Mistress’s eye. There was a pinched, furious look on Tangle-Skank’s rat-like face and when she saw Nikki watching her, she glared angrily back before turning away.

  Well, I guess there’s one person who wasn’t happy with our performance, Nikki thought. But she couldn’t bring herself to care too much. After all, they were only here for a few hours. What could the other Mistress do to her in that time? And if there were any lingering repercussions, that was just too bad—the real Mistress Hellenix could deal with them herself.

  “Well, well, my dear Mistress Hellenix—that was a grand entrance,”

  Nikki turned to see a woman with sensibly short red hair and a surprisingly modest blue dress standing there, smiling.

  “Oh, hello…”

  “Janda,” Malik whispered in her ear. “She is the head vendor I was telling you about—the purveyor of pain and punishment devices.”

  Oh, so she was a businesswoman, Nikki thought. No wonder her clothing was more conservative than the gaudy Mistresses all around her.

  “Hello, Janda,” she said aloud, smiling at the other woman. “So nice to see you here tonight.”

  “Likewise, of course, Mistress Hellenix.” The other woman smiled and nodded. “I just wanted to let you know that the device you wanted to demonstrate to the other Mistresses during your speech is lubed up and ready to go.”

  “Uh, lubed up?” Nikki asked.

  “Yes. Of course, that’s not too hard since the self-lubing feature is one of its main selling points.” Janda laughed. “Anyway, it’s up on the stage behind the curtain. I’ll meet you there in about twenty minutes to get you strapped up and ready to go.”

  “Oh, I—” Nikki began but the other woman was already making her way purposefully through the crowd, nodding and exchanging pleasantries with various Mistresses as she went.

  Nikki watched her go, frowning. The other woman’s words seemed ominous and her stomach was in knots all over again.

  “I don’t like the sound of that,” she, murmured, leaning back towards Malik to be sure she was inside the invisible privacy bubble the devices they wore projected around them.

  “It sounds like my Mistress had something special planned for me this evening,” he said blandly.

  “But Malik, I don’t want to—”

  “Mistress Jankypoo straight ahead,” he muttered and Nikki looked up to see an anxious looking woman with a huge poof of bright pink hair bearing down on her.

  “Oh Velka!” she exclaimed. “I’m rather surprised to see you here tonight. I thought you’d be preparing to run after the warning I sent you.”

  “Well, I couldn’t miss the Banquet of Pain,” Nikki said, hoping she sounded enough like the real Mistress Hellenix to be convincing. “After all, I have to give the opening address.”

  “And then show us all the new device you’re recommending this year,” another Mistress—one with pale blue hair—said as she came up beside Mistress Jankypoo. “Oh, I do hope it’s a brand-new rod!”

  “Me, too!” a third mistress, with white-blond ringlets styled to look like a bird’s nest with three golden eggs arranged artfully in the middle, joined in the conversation. “I always love to watch you give your slave the rod. Especially since he shoots rainbows when you force his pleasure. So unusual—I’ve never seen anything like it!”

  “Does he really?” the Mistress with blue hair exclaimed.

  “Oh, yes.” Mistress Jankypoo nodded eagerly. “Something to do with his race, you know. His seed has a pearlescent sheen to it that’s most unusual. And he shoots so far, too!”

  “It looks like rainbows arching out of his shaft,” the mistress with the bird’s nest hair said. “Most amusing.” She tittered.

  Nikki got a tight feeling in the pit of her stomach. These women were speaking casually about watching her rape Malik—laughing and joking about it as though it was some exciting entertainment they couldn’t wait to view.

  She opened her mouth to say something about it—to tell them she would never hurt him that way. But then she felt his hand on her lower back and he was murmuring into her ear.

  “Easy, Mistress. None of this is unusual. Just keep playing along.”

  Knowing that the big Kindred was so used to hearing himself discussed in this way—used to hearing the open anticipation of his pain and degradation—made her even angrier. But his low, steady
voice also gave her the presence of mind to keep her temper.

  “I think I’d like a drink,” she said, hoping to change the subject. “What are they serving tonight?”

  “Oh, the Flamebush ale is very nice,” Mistress Jankypoo said brightly.

  “Only if you want your tongue burned,” the Mistress with blue hair sniffed. “Try the sparkling wine from Terga—that’s my recommendation.”

  “I’ve had one of both, just to loosen up,” the bird’s nest Mistress announced. “Each is lovely.”

  “All right. Malik?” Nikki began, turned towards him. But he was already coming towards her, holding out a tall, fluted glass of pale purple liquid.

  “I anticipated your needs, Mistress,” he remarked. “I thought you would rather have the—” Suddenly he tripped and half the contents of the glass sloshed out onto the ground at her feet.

  Nikki recognized this as her cue to “punish” him, but she hated to do it. Still, she knew that it would look strange if she didn’t, considering how strict the real Mistress Hellenix was with her slaves.

  “Malik!” she exclaimed, frowning up at him. “That was unbelievably clumsy of you!”

  “You’re right, of course, Mistress,” he rumbled, bowing his head penitently. “I must be punished.”

  “You certainly must!” Nikki said, frowning. “Come here and…and taste the, uh, the fire of my displeasure.” She pointed to her right breast, which had the nipple dusted with gold and crimson granules—they looked like that shiny decorating sugar you could buy in specialty shops to finish your Christmas cookies with, she thought.

  And then Malik was dropping to his knees before her and taking the tight bud of her nipple into his mouth, driving every other inconsequential thought out of her head.

  Nikki bit her lip and closed her eyes to shut out the sight of the other Mistresses as waves of pleasure washed over her. God, how could he do this to her? Even after giving her an Earth-shattering orgasm not ten minutes ago, the big Kindred was turning her on all over again. The way he was sucking and nipping at her tender bud was sending sparks of pleasure straight to her swollen pussy. It almost made her wish that she could be “introduced” all over again back at the platform.

  But no—she couldn’t think that way, she reminded herself. And she had to remember what this treatment was doing to Malik. Though it was pure pleasure for her, it meant intense pain for him—what he was doing was the equivalent of sucking intensely fiery hot sauce off her nipple which couldn’t be pleasant.

  “That’s enough, Malik,” she snapped, frowning at him. “Now suck the other one.”

  “Oh? You’re not going to make him suffer for a bit?” Mistress Jankypoo raised bright pink eyebrows that matched her ridiculous poof of hair. “You’re not usually so lenient, Velka.”

  “I have to go get ready for my opening speech and the demonstration,” Nikki said, thinking fast. “I don’t have time to waste on drawing out his punishment.”

  “Oh. Of course.” Mistress Jankypoo nodded respectfully.

  “Now Malik, what are you waiting for?” Nikki demanded, pointing to her other nipple.

  Immediately he stopped sucking her right breast and switched to the left. Nikki had to bite back a moan as he drew hard on her tight nub, as though he was determined to get as much of her breast into his hot mouth as he could. She couldn’t stop herself from carding her fingers through his thick, wheat-colored hair and purring in pleasure. God, he was good at this! He’d probably had plenty of practice but she had an idea that some of it was just natural skill.

  Before she had closed her eyes but now she concentrated on the erotic sight of the huge warrior on his knees before her, sucking on her nipple. Watching him give her pleasure made her shift from foot to foot, her pussy feeling wet and needy all over again.

  At last Malik drew back, allowing her now bare nipple to slip from between his sensuous lips.

  “Malik? Why did you stop?” she breathed.

  “You will be late for your meeting with Janda, Mistress,” he growled softly, looking into her eyes. “I know you do not wish that.”

  Actually, this was one meeting Nikki would have been more than happy to put off. But she realized she couldn’t. Well, maybe the device she was supposed to demo wasn’t as bad as she was imagining, she thought hopefully.

  “Oh, of course.” She nodded. “Good job remembering that.”

  His silver eyes shone with amusement.

  “I thought you might be too…preoccupied to notice the passage of time yourself, Mistress.”

  Nikki cleared her throat. “I, uh, was a bit preoccupied,” she admitted. “But I guess we’d better get going.”

  “Yes, I think most everyone is here now so the banquet should be about to begin,” Mistress Jankypoo remarked. “Have fun up there, Velka! We’ll be waiting to applaud you!”

  The other Mistresses murmured support and encouragement too and Nikki nodded and thanked them. Then she and Malik made their way to the raised stage in the center of the rooftop garden.

  Chapter Eighteen

  “Oh Mistress Hellenix—there you are. I was just about to send a slave to come find you!” Janda looked around as they entered the curtained-off area on the stage which had been set up in the middle of the rooftop garden. Looking up, Malik noticed there was a metal framework with a set of leather manacles already dangling from the crossbeam. There was also a sturdy step-stool that would be useful for a short person—i.e. his Mistress—if she was fucking a much larger and taller one—i.e. himself.

  He eyed the set-up dispassionately—it was no more than he had expected—no more than he had been prepared to take. Mistress Hellenix had often fucked him for the entertainment of her friends, who enjoyed watching the pearlescent sheen of his seed as it arced from his shaft when she forced his pleasure.

  At first he had been enraged when she took him so—even though he had known it was a distinct possibility when he allowed himself to be bought by her at the Blood Circuit auction. Later he had gone through a period of self-loathing and shame. How was she able to make him come, even when he didn’t want to? Why did his body betray him again and again, even when he ordered it not to? It was a shameful thing for a warrior such as himself, who had never lost a battle in the Blood Circuit, to be dominated and mastered by such a diminutive female who seemed to know his body better than he knew it himself.

  That had been a dark period for him and at times he had even questioned whether his mission was worth the pain and degradation he was going through. Even though he knew that a male often cannot help coming when his prostate is stimulated the right way, he still hated himself for being unable to keep from orgasming on command like a trained animal—which was all he was to his Mistress.

  It was about that time—at the lowest point in his slavery to Mistress Hellenix—that the dreams began. In them he was loving and being loved by someone who looked exactly like his Mistress and yet somehow he knew it wasn’t really her. This new Mistress was the exact opposite of the real Mistress Hellenix—she was kind and loving and gentle. And when she took him—for she did take him sometimes in his dreams—she was careful not to hurt him and she whispered softly in his ear. Words of encouragement and love and admiration for his strength and his bravery in opening himself to her.

  After the dreams started, little by little, things began to change. Malik no longer hated himself for coming when Mistress Hellenix took him. When she made a spectacle of him, he closed his eyes and dreamed of the other Mistress—the kind and loving one who made love to him for the sake of their mutual pleasure and not because she reveled in his pain. Malik never got used to getting the rod exactly, but he learned to make peace with it with the help of the dream of the Mistress who loved him so tenderly.

  Now he wondered, as he looked at the set up before him, if the dreams had been sent by the Goddess. And was it Nicole he had been dreaming of all along? Was she the kind and loving Mistress who made love to him and gave him what they both needed so despe
rately—that deeper connection that only penetration could achieve?

  For no matter who was being penetrated and who was the one doing the penetrating, it seemed clear to Malik that it brought two people who cared about each other closer together. One of them had to open and become vulnerable while the other had to be enveloped.

  Of course it had never been that way with his old Mistress—there was nothing loving about the way she treated him. But deep down, he had always longed for something more—felt that the act she forced on him could be different, meaningful—if she had actually cared for him.

  During his earlier life, before the Knower had taken over his planet and wiped everyone out, he never would have dreamed of being the one who was penetrated and made vulnerable. But it was, as he had told Nicole earlier, the price had had to pay to save his world. And so he was willing to pay it.

  Might be paying it for the last time tonight, he thought, eyeing the large strap-on phallus that the head vendor, Janda, was showing to Nicole. Can I do it one more time?

  He felt a flutter of unease in his midsection but he knew there was no other way. If Nicole refused to do this to him, it would become obvious to everyone that she wasn’t the real Mistress Hellenix. Under the recent laws against impersonation passed by the Sacred Seven, that would mean a death sentence for her. And though he knew he couldn’t have her, the idea of letting her die like that was unthinkable.

  I care for her—maybe I’m even starting to love her, he thought, watching as she stood there, stone-faced and silent, while Janka explained the rod she was holding. As wrong and stupid as it is, I’ve allowed myself to fall for her, even though we’ve barely known each other two days.