At this, all of the Mistresses pulled down the tops of their dresses—not that they had very far to pull in most cases—and began to rub their bare breasts against the long, silky fur of their pillows. There were appreciative moans from all of them and several congratulated Lady Zangelo on her very good taste.
“Now where are those bodyslaves?” another Mistress asked, frowning peevishly. “I’m getting quite chilly lying here all open like this!”
“They’ll be coming in a moment. They just have to put on their friction sleeves,” another Mistress told her. “Oh, Lady Z, did you ever get that one you just bought—that Nightwalker Kindred—trained enough to participate?”
“Not yet, more’s the pity.” Lady Zangelo sighed. “For he’s hung like a Prosperian thunder-beast! But he’s still completely savage—won’t obey, though I used the pain collar on him fifty times a day!”
“Well, he’ll come around,” another Mistress said. “They always do. Maybe you’ll get to feel that long, thick shaft of his during your next friction party, Lady Z.”
“One hopes so,” Lady Zangelo sniffed. “I swear that shaft of his is the only reason I bought him. That and that awful Mistress Bittlebum goading me and saying that he was completely untameable and nobody could handle him if she couldn’t.”
“Lady Bittlebum couldn’t train a seventy-year old bodyslave with only one good eye and a limp—let alone a young, virile warrior,” another Mistress said.
“It’s not Lady Bittlebum I blame for the Kindred’s savagery,” Lady Zangelo said. “It’s that old Mistress Hownow—the one who owned him in the first place. Do you know she actually raised him as her child without the use of any kind of collar or pain device?”
“She did?” Many of the Mistress’s eyes widened behind their masks.
“Whatever for?” one of them asked.
Lady Zangelo snorted.
“Why, to be her heir! Can you imagine? A male heir?”
“No wonder he’s so intractable,” another Mistress remarked. “If she raised him as an equal to females. How perfectly ridiculous!”
“Nevertheless, I will break him eventually,” Lady Zangelo said, frowning. “I have a new spiked neuro-collar that I ordered specially made for him, coming in tomorrow. Its spikes hook directly into the nervous system and stimulate the pain centers in the brain. That should make him behave!”
“Oh, how awful!” Lilli breathed behind Karn.
“Yeah, our Lady Z there seems to be quite a piece of work,” he growled, nodding at her image on the liquid crystal screen. “Look—here come the bodyslaves.”
As they watched, five bodyslaves—all very well hung—came into the camera’s frame. Each of them appeared to be wearing some kind of covering over his shaft. Some of the coverings had raised bumps and ridges and one had tiny blunt nubs studding its surface.
“Those must be the ‘friction sleeves’ they were talking about,” Karn murmured.
“I guess so,” Lilli breathed.
At a signal from one of the masked women, the bodyslaves approached and took up positions behind their respective Mistresses.
“Is everyone ready?” Lady Zangelo asked.
“Just a moment—I must adjust,” one of the Mistresses said.
The bed’s height was such that it put most of the Mistresses in line with the cocks of their bodyslaves. But for a few, the distance wasn’t quite right. Several of them did something to the tops of their pillows—possibly manipulating some controls hidden in the fur. The pillows rose and got plumper or flattened accordingly, lifting or lowering the Mistresses to the right height.
“All right—all good,” one of them called.
“Good.” Lady Zangelo’s eyes narrowed in anticipation. “Then let the friction party begin!”
As if on cue, the five bodyslaves came up behind their Mistresses and did something which looked very much like penetration, though Karn knew that was strictly forbidden. It was hard to tell if they were actually inside their Mistresses or not, due to the angle of the camera which was recording the proceedings, but most of the women on the pillows wiggled and moaned in reaction to their bodyslave’s actions and several of them began issuing orders.
“Pok, rub faster,” one of them demanded. “I can barely feel you!”
“Use the vibration function,” another Mistress told her bodyslave. “Ah—that’s right—hold it right there,” she added, squirming against his thick shaft.
“What are they doing?” Lilli asked in a shocked voice. “Are they letting their bodyslaves penetrate them?”
“I don’t know.” Karn looked up at her. “Why—what do you think about it?”
“I think they…” Lilli broke off, her cheeks going red. “I don’t know what to think. Of course, you’re never supposed to let your bodyslave, er, do that. But…”
“But what, baby?” Karn murmured, catching her eyes.
“Um…” She pressed her thighs together and he noticed that her little pink clit—which had been hidden for a while after he licked her on the stage—was now beginning to peep out from between her pussy lips as though begging for attention again.
“Are you starting to feel the tingling again?” Karn murmured.
“Well…” Lilli bit her lip. “Maybe…maybe a little bit.”
“Do you need me to lick you again, baby?” he asked, his voice dropping to a low, lustful growl. He loved the sweet-salty taste of her little virgin pussy.
“I…I’m not sure if you should,” Lilli whispered.
“But you want me to, don’t you?” Karn asked. “Don’t you, little Mistress? Don’t be shy—you can tell me,” he added gently. “If you need me to lick your soft little pussy, just say so. You know I fucking love the way you taste.”
Just thinking of it made his shaft get even harder.
“You…you do?” Lilli asked, her big brown eyes growing wide.
Karn nodded.
“Couldn’t you tell by the way I was kissing your ‘panties’ earlier? Fucking delicious,” he growled. “And you must be in real pain by now. I’ve been touching and tasting you off and on ever since you woke up this morning but you still haven’t had a chance to come.”
“I am awfully tingly,” Lilli confessed haltingly. “I mean, it’s really driving me crazy.”
“Then why not let me lick you, baby?” he growled softly. “You don’t have to be ashamed. Just bring that sweet little pussy over here and spread your legs for me. Let me lick your hot little cunt until you come all over my face.”
“Oh, Karn…” Lilli blushed again but he could tell she wanted him to do what he was offering. “If…I mean, are you sure you don’t mind?” she asked softly.
In answer, Karn lowered the chair he was sitting in until his face was level with her tiny gold lace panties.
“Come here, little Mistress,” he growled. “Let me taste your sweet pussy again.”
Pulling her forward, he brought her pussy to his mouth and yanked the skimpy panties down and then off. They might be tiny but he didn’t want anything in the way of tasting her—and this time he was going to do it right.
This time he was going to lick her soft little cunt until she came all over his face.
“Oh!” Lilli gasped as he parted her outer pussy lips with his tongue and lapped her inner folds. She was hot and wet and trembling with need as he licked her. “Oh, Karn,” she moaned and he felt her clutching at his shoulders for a moment and then her fingers wove themselves into his hair.
He growled in approval, his cock throbbing, as she pulled him closer, riding his face. Gods, he loved to taste his female—loved to drive her crazy with his mouth!
Lilli was practically vibrating under his tongue, her swollen little clit throbbing in time with her heartbeat as she rubbed and pressed against him, giving in to the pleasure he was causing with his licking and sucking.
“Karn!” she cried again, and he knew she was near the edge. “Oh Karn, I’m so close! Please…please don’t stop!”
“Well, well, Lilliana—at least now we know why your slave is so good at kissing your panties! Clearly the two of you are doing a lot more than a Mistress and bodyslave should!” a nasty, familiar voice announced.
Lilli grew suddenly stiff in his arms and Karn heard his Mistress gasp, “Priss!” in a horrified voice.
They had been caught.
Twenty-Nine
“My, my—just look at the two of you!” Priss grinned at Lilli nastily. She had her bodyslave with her, as well as Bodie and Beelie and Yulla, who all had their bodyslaves trailing behind them too. “I don’t think that’s your panties your bodyslave is kissing, Lilliana,” she remarked. “In fact, where are your panties, anyway? Oh wait—there they are!” And she pointed to the tiny scrap of gold lace which was lying at Lilli’s feet.
“I…we…” Lilli felt frozen with mortification. Her heart was pounding and her mouth was dry. “I didn’t…we weren’t…” she began, but then couldn’t finish.
“Well, I can see what got you all worked up, anyway,” Priss remarked. Her sharp eyes had left Lilli and were focused on the liquid crystal screen, where Lady Zangelo and her cronies were still being pleasured by their bodyslaves. “My, my,” she murmured. “I had heard a naughty rumor that Mistress Zangelo did this kind of thing, but I never thought I’d get to see it for myself!”
“What is it?” Yulla asked, frowning.
“Yeah, what’s going on?” Bodie asked.
“Why, it’s a friction party, of course!” Priss exclaimed as the people on the screen continued to writhe against each other. “Haven’t you heard of them? They’re so naughty. I’ve always wanted to go to one!”
“You have?” Beelie frowned. “But what are they about?”
Priss’s sharp blue eyes flashed.
“They’re about pleasure. Come on—I’ll show you.”
She led the way back into the large bedchamber and its huge round bed but Lilli hung back, her heart pounding unhappily against her ribs.
“Go on, little Mistress,” Karn murmured to her. He was working rapidly with the cube, presumably recording the other information they had wanted to save. “I’m right behind you.”
“Let’s just leave,” Lilli murmured, reaching down to scoop up her discarded panties. “I’ll tell Mother I have a headache and I need to go home early. We can call a transport.”
“Suits me.” Karn rose from the chair. “We got what we came for.” He leaned closer and murmured in her ear, “And I’d like to finish what we started—this time without an audience.”
Lilli couldn’t agree more. Despite the embarrassment of being discovered by Priss and her gang, she was still throbbing with unfulfilled need. As unobtrusively as she could, she peeked around the doorway. Priss and the other three girls had all settled themselves on their stomachs, lying on the long furry pillows and were in the act of pulling up their skirts.
They look distracted, Lilli thought hopefully. Maybe Karn and I can just walk out past them.
Moving as quietly as she could, she started to sneak out of the strange bedchamber. But before she had gone three steps, Priss called out,
“If you leave now, Lilliana, I’ll tell your mother and my mother and everyone on the Sacred Seven exactly why your bodyslave appears to be so well trained.”
“What…what do you mean?” Lilli froze in her tracks.
“I mean, if you’re letting him lick your pussy without your panties on, no wonder he acts like he loves you and wants to serve you,” Priss snapped, looking over her shoulder. “Now come here!”
Lilli walked over to her unwillingly.
“What do you want?” she asked, not sure what else to say.
“Why, I only want you to join in the fun!” Priss gave her a glittering smile that looked about as real as plastigold. “Pick a pillow and join the friction party.”
“Oh, but…but I couldn’t do that!” Lilli exclaimed. “I mean, did you see that vid? I think those Mistresses might have been letting their bodyslaves penetrate them!”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” Priss snapped. “Their bodyslaves weren’t penetrating them—they were simply rubbing against them. That’s the point of the friction sleeves they were all wearing. They position their shafts between their Mistress’s pussy and the pillow and just rub.”
“Oh…” Lilli murmured. That made sense, she supposed. No wonder the colorful sleeves the bodyslaves had been wearing over their shafts had all had nubs or studs or raised bumps on them—it was to stimulate their Mistresses when they rubbed against them.
“So that’s what we’re going to do? Let our bodyslaves rub their shafts against our pussies?” Bodie asked, frowning.
“Exactly.” Priss smiled that fake smile of hers again. “We’re going to do it exactly as the older Mistresses do! They think we’re too young to have fun but what do they know?”
“But Priss,” Yulla said timidly. “Our bodyslaves don’t have friction sleeves. So won’t they be rubbing their bare shafts against our bare pussies?”
“And isn’t direct contact between a bodyslave’s shaft and his Mistress’s pussy against the law?” Beelie asked.
“Shut up and stop being so stuffy!” Priss snapped at all of them. “Haven’t you ever wondered what direct flesh-to-flesh contact feels like? If it’s against the law, it must feel good!”
“Better than a toy?” Bodie asked, frowning.
“We’ll find out, won’t we?” Priss said. “Come on—this is going to be fun! We don’t need friction sleeves to enjoy ourselves. And you…” she pointed at Lilli. “Pick a pillow and get into position. We’re about to have the time of our lives and I don’t want you missing it.”
“But we shouldn’t!” Lilli protested, although she kind of wanted to. But not in front of all the other girls—she would much rather have done this kind of thing alone with Karn in the privacy of her own bedchamber.
“Well, you shouldn’t have been letting your bodyslave lick your pussy without your panties on, either,” Priss said, smiling at her meanly. “Now get on the pillow or I’m telling your mother!”
Lilli exchanged a helpless glance with Karn. What else could they do but comply? Going as far as she could from Priss, Lilli found a long, furry, magenta pillow and lowered herself down on it.
The soft fur seemed to rub and tease her nipples—which were still bare and encircled with the nipple drops that matched her dress. It tickled the bare mound of her pussy too and she thought she had never felt so open and vulnerable as when she straddled the pillow, putting her knees on the mattress and her open pussy on display.
“That’s better,” Priss said, frowning. “Now, is everybody ready?”
“I guess so,” Yulla said.
“Ready,” Beelie and Bodie said together.
All three girls still looked uncertain but it was clear they didn’t have the courage to go against Priss’s orders. Lilli wished she could, but she feared what would happen if the other girl told on her. Oh, if only she hadn’t caught her and Karn! If only—
“Bodyslaves, in position!” Priss ordered bossily, cutting off her thoughts. “You know what that means—position your shafts between the pillow and your Mistress’s pussy. No actual penetration allowed, of course.”
“Yes, Mistress,” all of the bodyslaves rumbled—Karn included.
Lilli held her breath as she felt the big Kindred’s thick shaft slide into position between her swollen pussy lips and the slick, silky fur. She bit her lip and couldn’t help moaning as she felt the broad head bump over her aching clit before he settled into a resting position behind her.
“Now, hold it for a minute,” Priss ordered. “Everybody wiggle against your bodyslave’s shaft. See how it feels.”
Lilli shifted h
er hips back and forth and up and down, rubbing against Karn’s hot, throbbing thickness. She couldn’t help the moan that rose to her lips at the illicit action. That morning in the shower she’d allowed him to shoot his seed over the inside of her pussy, but she’d never actually expected them to touch this way. It felt amazing.
“Feels pretty good,” Bodie murmured and her twin agreed.
“My bodyslave has a really big cockhead,” Yulla complained breathlessly, shifting her hips. “And it’s rubbing right against my clit.”
“It’s supposed to,” Priss told her. “Now on the count of three, I want all of our bodyslaves to start thrusting. Work up some friction—that’s what this party is all about. One…two…three.”
Lilli bit her lip as Karn gripped her hips and pulled slowly out until only the head of his cock was pressed against her slippery inner folds. Then he thrust forward, pressing his thick length against her inner pussy, the flaring crown of his shaft bumping over her tender clit as he went.
“Oh!” she heard herself moaning as he did it again…and again and again. “Oh, Karn, yes!”
“Gods, little Mistress, your pussy is so wet,” Karn growled in her ear. “Love to rub against you like this—love to feel how wet and hot and open you are against my shaft!”
His dirty words made Lilli throb all over. Once more she was feeling close to orgasm. Once more the pleasure was building inside her, threatening to push her to the peak and then over the edge with the power of need and desire. If only he would just keep it up…
“Stop!” Priss exclaimed so loudly that everyone froze at once.
“What…what is it? What’s wrong?” Beelie asked, panting.
“Yeah, Priss—why did you stop us? That was better than a toy!” Bodie pouted.
“I like the feel of flesh-on-flesh,” Yulla declared, wiggling against her bodyslave’s shaft. She turned her head. “And I forgive you for having a really big cockhead, Bolif.”
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