“Bedtime, Lalli,” Rone murmured, smiling down at the past Kate. “Are you ready for your goodnight kiss?”
“Of course.” To her surprise, Kate saw her past self raise the lace hem of the nighty to well above her belly button and spread her legs with absolutely no shame at all. She wasn’t wearing panties so her pussy was fully on display with its little mound of red curls. And when she spread her thighs wider, the pink outer lips opened, showing her slippery interior, already glistening with her juices.
“Mmm…just look at that soft little pussy, all ready for a goodnight kiss.” Rone’s deep voice was a low, lustful growl. “And already so hot and wet, baby.”
“Just for you,” Past Kate agreed with a naughty little smile. “Come and get it, sugar.”
She didn’t have to ask Rone twice. He lay full-length on the bed in front of her and buried his face between her legs. He was gentle at first, kissing her outer lips softly and lapping at her inner thighs. Then the Kate in the vision put a hand on his head and pushed him down, shamelessly demanding more.
The big Kindred wasn’t shy about giving her what she wanted. He redoubled his efforts, sucking her outer pussy lips into his mouth in a slow, teasing way first and then, when she moaned softly, spreading her with his thumbs to lap the sensitive inside of her pussy and bathe her clit with his tongue.
Kate watched, both horrified and intrigued as Past Kate moaned and bucked her hips up, her hands tightening in the big Kindred’s hair.
“Oh God, Rone, yes,” she gasped. “Right there—keep it right there. I’m so close!”
Kate shook her head. It was clear her past self wasn’t just tolerating this—she was eager for it and completely enjoying it. And Rone was loving it too. He went down on her, tasting her pussy as though he couldn’t get enough of her. His broad shoulders split her thighs wide and Past Kate writhed under him, pulling his hair and calling his name like she just couldn’t get enough.
Just look at him, Kate thought, watching the scene with awe and uncertainty as the Rone in the vision lapped and sucked her past self. He’s licking me like I’m his favorite flavor in the whole world! But how could that be? After what Greg Compton had said back in college…
“Your pussy is my favorite flavor.” Rone’s deep, rumbling voice pulled Kate out of the vision and she opened her eyes to see him standing in front of her, his eyes half lidded with lust.
“Oh!” She jerked her hand away from the side of his face. “How did you—did you read my thoughts?”
He shook his head. “I wish. That isn’t possible until our bond is restored. You said it out loud.”
“I did?” Kate felt incredibly vulnerable. “I, uh, didn’t mean to.”
“Do you believe me now?” he asked, looking at her earnestly. “You know the Knowing doesn’t lie to you. I’m telling the truth, baby.”
“I know.” She couldn’t look at him anymore. Her heart was pounding and she needed to get some space…some air so she could breathe properly. “Excuse me,” she said, pushing past him. “I…I really want some tea.”
“Sure, baby.” He sighed again. “Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I just wanted you to know I wasn’t making all this up. I know it probably sounds kind of strange to you.”
“No, it’s fine,” Kate lied. “I asked about our routine. It’s just, uh, hard to imagine I was so comfortable letting you do that to me.” But she had been—in the vision she’d been positively eager to let him taste her. How had she gotten to that point?
“It took a long time to build up to it,” he admitted. “But it was worth waiting for—you’re worth waiting for, Kate.”
Kate forced a laugh. “That’s sweet but I have a feeling the Madam of Shadows won’t agree with you. We’d better get going—she’ll probably be here any minute and if we’re not dressed and ready to go she might make us wear our sheet and towel outfits to this weird exercise class she has planned for us.”
He sighed. “You’re probably right. Okay, let’s see what the magic closet has to offer us this morning. If it even is morning on this benighted planet.”
While Kate brewed her tea, he walked over to the closet by the bed and opened it.
“Looks like exercise clothes all right,” he murmured. “They’re tight and stretchy at least. Well—in some places more than others.”
“What do you mean?” Kate turned from the counter and saw that he was wearing some extremely form fitting clothes. At least, the shirt was form fitting—it was a sleeveless black t-shirt looking thing that left his muscular arms bare and clung lovingly to every hard line of his broad chest. The pants were somewhat looser—something like black sweats or maybe black karate pants. Except for the crotch which was made of some thin, shiny silver material that was stretched tight across the bulge of his shaft.
“See?” Rone looked down at himself. “Weird.”
“Uh…wow.” Kate managed an unsteady laugh. His thick shaft was clearly outlined in the thin silver material which left absolutely nothing to the imagination. “They’re not very subtle around here, are they?” she said, trying not to look and failing.
“Not a hell of a lot, no.” Rone shrugged. “I guess it beats a towel though.”
“What do they have in there for me?” A wave of unease flowed over her. If they expected Rone to wear the weird, show-everything pants, what in the world might the closet hold for her?
“Looks like exercise clothes for you too.” Rone pulled out a hanger with a t-shirt and a pair of tights and handed it to her.
“I’ll put them on in the bathroom,” Kate said.
“Or I can just turn around if you feel uncomfortable.”
Before she could answer, he turned, putting his broad back to her, considerately giving her privacy.
Quickly, Kate stripped off the sheet she’d been wearing since the night before and slipped into the outfit the closet had provided. At first she thought it wasn’t that bad. True, there were no panties or bra to go with it but at least there were no slits or holes anywhere in the fabric to show off her more sensitive areas.
But once she had the clothing on, she realized there was a problem. Her clothes were white instead of black but they had something in common with Rone’s outfit. On her chest, were two patches of thin, silver material that molded to her breasts so tightly it looked almost as if she had on silver body paint. Both nipples were clearly outlined and even the outer rings of her areolas were visible.
Even worse, she also had a silver patch in the crotch of her tights and the thin material seemed to cling to every curve of her pussy. Looking down, Kate could actually see the outline of her clit, peeping out from between her inner folds.
“Oh my God,” she muttered. “This is obscene.”
“What is?” Rone asked, his back still turned. “Can I see how you look?”
“Not yet.” Kate tried frantically to pull the clinging, silver material away from her private areas but the more she tried, the tighter it clung to her. At last she gave up. “Oh, hell,” she muttered furiously. “Freaking perverts!”
“Problems?” Rone asked.
“No—not if I want to be in some kind of exercise themed porno.” Kate said, frowning savagely down at her new clothes.
“Can I look?”
“I don’t know. It’s embarrassing.”
“I saw you naked last night,” he reminded her gently. “Saw you and touched you, baby. Come on—don’t be shy.” He turned around slowly.
“I can’t help it. This is worse than naked.” Kate crossed her arms over her chest protectively and pressed her thighs tightly together. “This is like…like I’m framing all my girly parts on purpose.”
“You’re not doing it on purpose.” Rone’s blue eyes flickered over her. “We have to wear what they give us.”
“No, we don’t. The sheet was better than this!” Kate reached for her discarded sheet—only to have it vanish out of her hands. “Hey!”
“I think that’s a not too subtle clue that you�
��re going to have to keep the outfit on,” Rone remarked. “Come on—your tea is probably getting cold and Madam Shadow might be here at any minute.”
“All right. You’re right I guess.” Still irritated and embarrassed, Kate walked back to the kitchen counter. She tried not to notice how the stretchy silver material seemed to grow warmer and even clingier as she moved. Snatching up the steaming tea cup, she breathed in the Sencha’s nutty aroma, trying to calm her nerves. All right. Everything was going to be all right. She hoped.
Rone gestured at her tea cup which she had unthinkingly lifted to her lips. “You want some help drinking that or would you rather just pour it all over yourself?”
“Oh!” Kate hastily pulled the cup away from her lips aware that he had probably just saved her some nasty burns. Knowing how the bubble apartment worked, she was certain she would have been pouring tea down the front of herself in the next minute when she tried to take a sip by herself. “Do you think I have to drink it out of your hand, though?” she asked as Rone took the cup from her. “Because it’s really hot.”
“Hopefully the apartment will take that into consideration. Here—let’s stand over the sink just in case.” They stood over the kitchen sink and Rone carefully put the steaming cup to her lips. “Go ahead, baby—have some,” he murmured.
Kate sipped obediently, and to her relief, she was able to drink the tea without the hot liquid scalding her front. She took another, deeper drink, feeling the warming liquid run down her throat. As it always did, the hot tea made her feel calm and centered.
“Mmm…thank you,” she murmured when Rone pulled the cup away. “Tea always makes me feel better.”
“I know.” He smiled at her. “It’s going to be okay, you know? As long as we stick together everything is going to be fine.”
“I hope you’re right.” Kate tried to smile at him and couldn’t quite manage it.
“I know I am,” he said firmly. “You want another sip?”
“Sure.”
Kate leaned over to take a sip from the proffered cup but just then Madam Shadow walked through the door.
“Hello my darlings.” She smirked at them. “Come. We have much to do.”
Kate exchanged a look with Rone.
“And what exactly are we going to be doing?” the big Kindred demanded.
“As I said—some exercises.” She glowered at him. Today instead of a cigarette, she held a long, flexible black cane in one hand. She swung it idly through the air, making a menacing swooshing noise. “Unless you’d rather stay in here?”
“No! No, we’re coming,” Kate said quickly. Who knew when their next chance to get out of here might come?
“Good. Then follow me.” The Madam of Shadows turned on the heel of her black leather boot and strolled out the door. Kate followed her and Rone put down the tea cup and went as well.
As they paced down the long, dark stone corridors, making several twists and turns, Kate wondered where they were in the complex. Would they be able to find their way out, even if they could make a break for it and escape?
They seemed to walk forever and Kate was wishing she had shoes on—the stone floor was hard and cold—when Madam Shadow came to an abrupt halt in front of a large black door. With a wave of her black-gloved hand, the door swung silently inward revealing a large room with stark white walls and a gray floor.
“What is this place?” Rone growled. Clearly, he was reluctant to enter and get trapped inside another area they couldn’t easily exit. Kate didn’t blame him. She hung back on the threshold too, not willing to go past the heavy black door.
“A gymnasium…of sorts.” Madam Shadow cocked one perfectly shaped black eyebrow at them. “You’ll enter, my darlings—if you want to win your freedom from the Shadow.”
“So you’ll let us go if we do a few exercises?” Rone was clearly skeptical.
“Exactly.” Madam Shadow smiled and tapped her long, black cane against the doorway. “And don’t think you’ll get free on your own. Even if you run from me now, you’ll never find your way out. Frost is configured to my commands. Observe.” She snapped her fingers and the corridor ahead of them, which had appeared long and straight just a moment before, shimmered. When it solidified again, there were three paths to pick from, not just one.
Kate gave a little gasp. “How…how did you do that?”
“As I said—this part of our little resort is configured to my mind and mine alone. It obeys my commands—and you should too, if you ever want to get out of here, my sweet little maggots.”
The Madam of Shadows gave them a cruel smile and Kate saw malice in her purple eyes.
She’s telling the truth, she realized. We’ll never get out of here on our own—not if she can snap her fingers and keep changing the configuration of the tunnels! We’re trapped—we have to do as she says.
Rone seemed to realize it as well because, with a final angry growl, he stepped into the gymnasium. Kate followed and watched, with a sinking heart, as the heavy black door swung shut behind them with a booming clang.
* * * * *
“All right—here we are. Now what are we supposed to do?” Rone demanded, turning to the Madam of Shadows. “Run laps? Do sit-ups?” There didn’t seem to be much else they could do in the large empty space. There was no equipment anywhere to be seen.
“Not exactly.” That cruel smile curved her perfect lips again. “The exercises I have in mind for the two of you are a bit more…intimate than that.”
That sounded bad. Rone hoped like hell whatever exercises she had planned for them weren’t too sexual in nature. He’d had a hard enough time calming his Beast the night before. He didn’t need anything to rile it up again.
“Let’s start with some stretching exercises,” Madam Shadow proclaimed. “Both of you on your hands and knees now.”
Very unwillingly, Rone got to his hands and knees on the soft, spongy gray floor. The gray color came from some short, silky fibers that seemed to be a cross between a carpet and a kind of grass. It was surprisingly comfortable to kneel on.
“Very good,” the Madam said when Kate was kneeling beside him. “Now, Kate, lower your head to the floor and raise your bottom high in the air.”
“Why?” Kate asked flatly, not moving.
“Because I said so,” the Madam of Shadows hissed. “But if you won’t comply on your own…” She made a gesture in the air and suddenly Kate gave a little cry and dropped her head to her folded arms. Her rounded ass rose high in the air and her legs spread wide, revealing the patch of clinging silver material between her thighs which had molded itself to her pussy in a very distracting way.
“What did you do?” Rone demanded, rounding on the Madam of Shadows because it was clear that Kate hadn’t acted on her own. “Let her go—now.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Warrior.” She smiled again with those black painted lips.
“You—” Rone started to surge towards her, only to find himself held in place by invisible bands. “What the—?” He struggled against them but it was no good. Though he couldn’t see them, it felt like iron manacles were locked around his wrists and chest, holding him in place. He couldn’t reach the Madam no matter what he did, even though she was less than two feet away from him.
“I trust you see why my orders must be obeyed? Now, then…” Her purple eyes gleamed. “Let’s have you right behind your mate there. Go on—get up close and press against her. Let her feel that thick cock of yours against her sweet little cunt.”
To his horror, Rone found that he was doing as she said, though he didn’t want to. Though he fought the invisible iron bands with all his might, he was forced to get into position behind Kate as though he was taking her from behind. Worse, he was forced to press the throbbing ridge of his cock against the vulnerable slit of her pussy. He felt her stiffen beneath him and she gave a little gasp of protest when the head of his cock rubbed over her folds.
“Sorry, baby,” he breathed in her ear. “I don’
t want to—she’s making me somehow.”
“Me too,” Kate whispered back and he could feel her breathing, light and frightened, beneath him.
“Cup her breasts,” the Madam of Shadows commanded him. “Tug her nipples a little, Warrior. Let’s see if we can’t warm her up.”
Though he didn’t want to, Rone found he was forced to do as she commanded. Reaching around Kate, he let her full breasts fill his hands, the hard little points of her nipples rubbing against his palms. Doing as he had been commanded, he captured the tight little peaks between his thumbs and fingers and tugged gently, twisting in just the way he knew Kate loved. She let out a low moan and arched under him, pressing her ass against his cock.
Rone bit back a groan. Gods, it felt incredible even though he knew it shouldn’t. He couldn’t help remembering the many times he’d taken her this way, the way she used to moan and buck against him, begging her to fuck her harder, to get deeper into her sweet little cunt…
As though reading his mind, the Madam of Shadows gave another command.
“And now—let’s have a little friction,” she said, smirking at them. “Come on, Warrior, slide against her—let your mate feel how much you want her. How much you need her.”
Again, Rone was forced to act. Though he didn’t want to, he could feel his cock rubbing hard against Kate’s open, vulnerable pussy. The thin, silky fabric between them seemed almost to melt away. Even though it looked like it was still in place, he swore he could feel the hot, wet folds of her sweet little cunt enfolding him as he slid against her.
“Oh…oh!” Kate gasped and writhed helplessly beneath him.
Rone groaned as the unwanted contact had what was clearly the desired effect—his cock was now rock hard as he rubbed against Kate—even though he didn’t want it to be. Even worse, the Beast inside him was waking up and demanding to be set free—demanding to take its due and breed Kate, to bond her to him completely.
No, I can’t let that happen! Have to stay in control!
“Please,” he begged, though the words tasted like ashes in his mouth. “Please, Madam Shadow, don’t make me do this to Kate. She’s not ready for this yet. I don’t want to hurt or force her to do something she doesn’t want—please.”
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