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“Please,” she said simply, her tongue seemingly tied into knots.

Kriss activated the zapper and she yelped in quick succession. Jago inspected her ass. Two faint lines, hardly a weal and likely to vanish by the end of the day. She probably could take much more if her mind allowed her body to relinquish control.

“Keep going,” she urged amongst her moans. “Oh, please, help me.” She tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Between her glistening thighs, her hand continued to circle its prey.

Kriss realigned the zapper and the rod sparkled, sending out another stream of static. She danced on her feet.

The orgasm was abrupt, too soon in its arrival. In the space of minutes she had gone from unable, or unwilling, to desperate. Her knees buckled beneath her and she sagged. The tips of her fingers parted to reveal the entertained bud, flushed with blood and shiny with the nectar coated on her hand. Everything was natural, all of her own making.

Kriss whistled. “She’s so perfectly wet. We should fuck her.”

Jago gazed at her bosom. It rose and fell rapidly, and she parted her lips, releasing a low sigh of completion. Gradually, her muscles ceased tormenting her with their spasms and she fell silent.

“No,” he said softly.

Kriss deactivated the zapper. “She took about fifty zaps at level two,” he remarked. “Just think if we raised the level—”

“From now on we should punish her with our hands.”

“Why?”

Jago reached to her bound wrist and released it. She flopped forward into her arms. “Untie her legs.”

Kriss knelt and removed the ropes from her ankles.

“Why? Because we still don’t know her limits.” He lifted her into his arms and carried her to a pile of cushions. “Rest there,” he said to her.

Her eyelids fluttered. “That was amazing,” she whispered.

Behind him, Kriss was tidying away the ropes. He doubted her words had reached his ears—Kriss lacked Jago’s enhancement.

“Watching you was truly special. Thank you,” he replied, equally quiet.

“Would you make love to me?” She rolled onto her side, removing the pressure from her sore bottom.

“I said we wouldn’t fuck you. I don’t want to harm you in this weakened state. You are too delicate.”

She propped herself on her elbow and stared right into his eyes. “I wasn’t asking for a fuck. I want you to make love to me.”

He stroked the back of his hand down her rosy cheeks. “I can’t... I don’t know...” How could he explain? “My love is for the queen. She has my heart.”

“Oh.” The little sound of disappointment touched him. She hadn’t been told how nestors were raised to worship their queens.

“But, she gave birth to you... I mean she made you. You love her as a son, don’t you? So why can’t you make love to me?”

Kriss poured himself a drink of water and held up a glass to Jago. “Water?” He beamed, delighted with himself. Kriss was easily pleased.

“The Odesta queen is not my mother.” Jago rose to his feet. “Go to sleep.” He walked away from her and accepted the glass, tossing the water down his throat.

“What is it?” Kriss asked. “What has she done to you?”

“Nothing,” he growled. “She’s confused.”

“So am I. You’ve taken a simple punishment and com

plicated it. Why not zap her another time? Why let her rest when our cocks are so hard? Soon, it will be the Hunger and we have done little to test her.”

“There is time,” Jago said, glancing to where she lay in the cushions, asleep, he hoped.


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