“And then I will choose which of the Pets I wish to move on to the next round of the show,” he added. “Now go on—let me see your Pet’s very best paces.”
“Head up, little one and walk the way I taught you,” Sir murmured to me. The stern sound of his voice made butterflies take off inside my stomach. Had I once tried to tell myself I didn’t like to be dominated by him? What a fool I had been! I wanted nothing more than to have that stern, deep voice in my ear for the rest of my life. But of course, Sir was still determined that was impossible.
Trying to put that problem out of my mind, I lifted my chin proudly and walked with the smooth, sexy stride Sir had taught me during all those training sessions in his spaceship, what seemed like a hundred years ago.
As we walked, I was very conscious of the way the golden nipple springs made my stiff peaks even more prominent and the way the spreader in my pussy showed off my glistening inner folds and my throbbing clit. The long white tail moved erotically in my rosebud, making me almost feel like I was being fucked with every step.
Sir walked with me, shortening his stride to match my pace, and kept an eye on me. I tried to do everything right—I couldn’t help it, I wanted his approval.
After we made a complete circuit of the room, we came to a stop right where we had started and Mister Takalook paced up and down the line of Pets and Masters, frowning and stroking his chin.
“Hmmm,” he murmured, eyeing us speculatively. “So many fine Pets in the show, it’s difficult to choose who to advance. However, I believe we’ll have you...” He pointed to the girl with the double pussy, which had been bought by two Korrigons who appeared to be identical twins. “And you…” He pointed at La’le’la. “Andyou.”
I bit my lip. He was pointing right at me and Sir. We were one of the three couples to be called back for the next round of judging!
The question was, what was involved in the next round and would Sir agree to it?
SIXTY-EIGHT
ELLI
Ilooked up at my Master, but of course I couldn’t read his face because of the mask.
“Sir?” I asked tentatively when he didn’t move for a long moment.
At last, he sighed restively.
“All right,” he said. “Come on.” And we walked up to stand with La’le’la and her new Master and the double-pussy girl and her two Masters as well.
“Very good,” Mister Takalook said, clasping his small green hands together. “Now, for the next round of judging, I want to see how well each Pet can hold still as her Master fills her with his cock. Mind you,” he added, raising a finger in warning. “I will be looking for proper form and complete submission. A good Pet will accept her Master’s shaft deep in her pussy without an instant’s hesitation or protest. If you are ready, please place your new Pet on a platform and prepare to enter her,” he added, speaking to the Masters.
I glanced up at Sir again, wondering if he could go for this. He leaned down to me and I was certain he was going to tell me that this was too much and he was taking me home to Earth. Instead, he murmured,
“All right, little one—I trust you remember all your training?”
“Yes, Master,” I whispered, looking up at him. “Are…are you going to slide all the way inside me this time?”
He nodded.
“I think I’ll be able to. You were very close to being able to take my cock to the hilt the last time we practiced. Do you remember?”
I nodded, feeling a little shiver of pure lust running through me.
“Of course, I’ll have mycandallaprepare you first with some lubricant,” Sir added. “Come—let’s get you onto your platform.”
He lifted me onto one of the floating pedestals—the one in the middle—and I couldn’t help feeling exposed as I settled on my hands and knees and spread my thighs wide. As often as Sir and I had practiced this, I had never done it in front of an audience before. But I was still eager to do it—eager to have my Master inside me, even if it was only one last time. If only I could find a way to make him keep me…
And then his long, graycandallaappeared, dancing in front of my face, as though saying hello and asking permission for what he was about to do—which was getting me ready for Sir’s thick cock.
Suddenly, I knew what to do.
“Hey,” I whispered to the long, gray tail. It tilted its metal-tipped end at me in a listening gesture. “Listen to me,” I told it. “When you get me ready, give me the breeding cream! Got it?”
The candalla seemed to waver for a moment uncertainly, it tilted its head, almost as though it was looking at Sir to see if he had heard us.
“Seriously,” I hissed at the candalla. “It’s the only way we’ll get to stay together. If Sir breeds me, I might get pregnant. That way, he can’t send me back home because a woman who might be pregnant can’t fold space—right?”
The candalla considered this for a moment, and then nodded.