Sark, also frozen in place, was just behind them. Isla could feel him back there, towering over both her and Baslik, but she was powerless to even turn her head and look at him. Such was the strength of the black leather nerve-immobilization bands her husband had tricked them into wearing.
Oh, I wish we’d never let them put these things on us! she thought unhappily. Now we’re both stuck and Baslik is going to force me to glow and then breed me and who knows what he might do to Sark when all this is over? Oh, Sark—I hope he doesn’t kill you! I’m so sorry, my love!
Her attention was so focused on the giant Kindred guard behind her, that she barely noticed what was happening on the stage. It wasn’t until several Fenushian workers rolled a strange metal contraption onto the wooden platform that she began to watch.
“At the Festival of Fertility, we must give thanks to our great god, PASS’lix, who was the very first Two-Tail among us,” Feed’lix was intoning as the workers behind him configured the metal into what appeared to be three rectangular tables which stood upright on their ends. The tables seemed to be joined in some way so that they almost looked like three metal doors standing side by side, Isla thought.
Feed’lix went to stand in front of the middle door and stepped up onto a platform affixed to the end of it. Tam’lah came to stand at the door—or upended table—on his left, and stepped onto her own platform. Churr’um came to stand by his right side, also stepping up. Then all three tables tilted backwards slightly, so that the three Fenushians were lying in a half-reclined position, though they were still clearly visible to the watching crowd.
Isla wondered what they were going to do next, for all of them were completely naked and none of them seemed to be ashamed of their nudity.
Beside her, Baslik tapped the toe of his imported Gushman leather driving boot impatiently.
“All this nonsense to sit through before we can get to the main event!” he muttered. “Which, of course, will be your breeding, my dear,” he added, speaking to Isla. “I tried to pay them just to give me the fertility potion for you to drink so I could breed you at my leisure, you know,” he continued conversationally. “But no—everything has to be a spectacle with these people. So watch carefully what happens because you’re next!”
Isla couldn’t look away now if she wanted to, for she was compelled to obey her husband’s orders through the nerve-immobilization band. If only she could get it off her wrist, she’d run far away from here! But of course she couldn’t. Instead, it was almost as though an invisible hand had taken her by the chin and forced her to watch the events unfolding on the stage before her.
“As we celebrate fertility, I and my Threesome will offer our thanks to the great God PASS’lix through a public breeding!” Feed’lix was announcing.
As he spoke, the long, two-part tentacle that hung down between his legs, almost to his knees, writhed to life. It seemed to lengthen even more and Isla had a clear view of the two ends of the double shaft. One was a broad head like the one at the end of a regular male’s shaft and the other was a kind of sucking orifice that looked slick with moisture.
Isla watched, helpless to look away, as the double-ended tentacle shaft writhed in both directions, reaching for Feed’lix’s mates.
The end that had a shaft head reached to the left and found Tam’lah, who had spread her legs wide to show her pussy. The tentacle probed between her thighs, finding her entrance and thrusting deep inside her.
At the same time, the end of the two-part tentacle that had an orifice reached to the right and found Churr’um, whose shaft was already hard and erect. The orifice of the tentacle fastened onto the end of his shaft and then appeared to almost swallow it, engulfing it down to the root.
“Ahhh! The agony and ecstasy of breeding!” Feed’lix groaned as both ends of his tentacle shaft began working on his mates—the left one pumping into Tam’lah’s open pussy and the right one impaling itself over and over on Churr’um’s shaft.
Though Tam’lah had told her the Two-Tails took no pleasure for themselves, Isla thought that the Fenushian high priest appeared to be enjoying himself immensely as his double tentacle worked on his mates.
“We offer this sacrifice to you, PASS’lix!” he groaned as all three Fenushians writhed shamelessly, side-by-side on the tilted metal tables. “For tonight I shall take seed from a One-Tail and mix it with an egg from a No-Tail to form a new life dedicated only to you!”
“Oh…oh!” Tam’lah moaned, spreading her legs wider to let the tentacle that was fucking her get deeper into her pussy.