Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Show them, Viola,” he had commanded, and I had performed the shameful act, biting my lip to keep from whimpering as I reached back and spread my buttocks to display the little flower where my master took his pleasure almost every night.
Reb, naked like me, knelt gracefully by Dr. Thorne, her blue hair catching the soft natural light of the agricultural station’s rustic conference facilities. Her transformation from ambivalent student to devoted concubine had been as complete as my own, though achieved through very different means. Where I had required public correction to break through my resistance, she had surrendered with the eager enthusiasm of someone who had finally found her true calling.
Reb’s night with her Guardian and her Mistress, when they had used her body so thoroughly and relentlessly, had in the end helped her break through to an acceptance of her deep needs. From what she had told me, Dr. Thorne’s desires were almost insatiable, and he valued Reb all the more highly for the way she submitted to his manhood whenever he chose to fuck her—and for however long.
The self-appointed president of Kamnos, a grizzled man named Torven who bore the scars of the decades had spent in the gravitium mines of Vion Seven, was explaining his world’s resource allocation with the kind of bluster that immediately set my political instincts on edge. His claims about production capacity didn’t align with the orbital survey data I’d glimpsed in Prince Hendren’s briefing materials.
I caught Reb’s eye and made a subtle gesture with my fingers, spelling out letters in the silent communication system we’d developed during our training for this mission. He’s lying about the eastern farms.
Her hazel eyes widened slightly, then she responded with her own careful hand movements. Confirmed. His breathing changed when he mentioned the harvest dates.
I nodded almost imperceptibly, then turned to look up at Prince Hendren. He raised his hand to request a pause in Torven’s delivery, then bent his head toward me so I could murmur in his ear.
“Master,” I said, “Torven is concealing information about the eastern farms. The production figures he’s citing are deliberately understated.”
Prince Hendren’s ocean-blue eyes sharpened with interest, though his expression remained diplomatically neutral. “No, Viola,” he said in an apparently annoyed voice as he used the subterfuge we’d agreed on. “You may not use the facilities now.”
The negotiations that followed were masterful to watch, as Prince Hendren used our information to systematically dismantle Torven’s position while appearing to offer generous concessions. By the end of the session, the Federation had secured food contracts that would have been impossible without Reb’s and my covert assistance.
Later, in the private quarters Prince Hendren had claimed in the bare-bones prefabricated Federation embassy, he thanked me with the open, genuine smile that always made my stomach flip. I felt a now-familiar surge of pride that came from serving him effectively. But then his face changed slightly to the expression that made my belly lurch in the opposite direction. I recognized the particular combination of authority and anticipation in his eyes as he fetched his handheld from his breast pocket and pulled up the controls for my governor. My evening was about to become considerably more challenging.
“To start our celebration of this diplomatic achievement, you’re going to assume the seven positions, Viola,” he commanded, his voice carrying that dangerous quiet that never failed to send shivers through me. “I want to inspect what belongs to me.”
I obeyed without hesitation, my body automatically moving into position one—Presentation. I knelt with my thighs spread wide, hands resting on my knees, back straight, offering myself for his inspection. The familiar pose sent heat flooding through me despite the brusque nature of my master’s command.
But then I felt the governor activate with a sensation I hadn’t experienced in months—complete suppression. The warmth between my legs vanished instantly, replaced by that cold, neutered numbness that made my most intimate flesh feel as distant as my elbow. My breath caught as I realized what he intended.
“Perfect,” Prince Hendren murmured, circling me slowly. His hands traced my shoulders, my breasts, my hips, mapping my body with possessive thoroughness. “Position two.”
I rose and moved to the stark white wall, shifting into Inspection, my hands flat on the surface in front of me, my feet spread and far enough back to make me bend. The pose revealed me completely to my master, but the governor’s suppression meant I felt nothing but the cool air against my bare flesh. Prince Hendren’s fingers explored my pussy intimately and deeply, parting my folds to examine what belonged to him and thrusting a finger inside, but my body remained utterly unresponsive.
“Position three,” he commanded, and I moved into Reception, lowering myself to the floor again so that I could sit back on my heels.
I felt the governor’s suppression decrease slightly, warmth beginning to return to my flesh. I bit my lip as Prince Hendren’s hands moved to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples with familiar possession. The sensation was muted, but present, sending faint ripples of pleasure through my body.