The woman gasped then moaned and writhed. From where she knelt, AJ could see the look of resignation on the woman’s face. She’d witnessed enough sessions to know the passionate cries and gyrations were only an act, deliberately executed to create the illusion that Elias was the most virile partner the harlot ever had.
Meanwhile, AJ was honestly squirming and panting from Miriam’s manipulations. Every tug on the tail sent a fresh lick of flame through her back passage. Witnessing the crude performance in front of her drew her thoughts to Kaden’s masterful seduction.
She closed her eyes. Imagining it was his hand tugging on her tail turned Miriam’s torment into Kaden’s wickedly arousing teasing. The wave of heat spread to her pussy.
Her eyes snapped open when the harlot let out a shrill cry. Elias had withdrawn from her pussy and yanked on her tail to pull the device out of her back passage. He was trying desperately to cram his semi-stiff member into her rear opening..
“This is why you wear the device.” Miriam kept her voice low, but there was no chance she’d be heard over Elias’s loud grunts. “Your ass is being trained to receive a master’s rod, no matter how long or thick it may be.”
Although she was horrified, AJ couldn’t tear her eyes away. Before coming to Petra, she’d never dreamed that males and females would ever indulge in such an act, let alone find pleasure in it.
Elias’s fingers dug into the harlot’s bottom cheeks. His cock, finally hard and swollen, slid nearly all the way out with every stroke before he rammed it back in. To AJ’s surprise, the harlot’s passionate response no longer looked like an act. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth open. She rocked her hips against him with every thrust, as if to take him in deeper.
AJ found herself rocking back and forth, too, as Miriam continued to manipulate her tail. The intense heat spread to her core. She could feel the slick juices of arousal dripping between her thighs.
She pictured Kaden thrusting into her from behind, taking her the way Elias was taking the harlot. His thick cock would be long and hot, as hot as the fire burning inside her. And his hands would be busy, stroking the hard nub he called her clit until she ached to feel his tongue on it again.
Her pussy spasmed. She gasped as her rear passage involuntarily clenched around the horrid device.
AJ didn’t know what might have happened if Elias had not chosen that moment to let out a harsh cry, shuddering as he spilled his seed. He pulled out, slumping against the harlot’s back, then turned to his audience.
“Well, Sister, do you think your new slut learned what a real man wants?”
“I thank you, Elias, for allowing us to witness your display of masculinity. I’m sure it will be impossible for any of us to erase it from our memory.”
Miriam’s voice was smooth as silk, but AJ had been around her long enough to pick up the underlying note of disdain. Elias preened, unaware that he’d been labeled as an inadequate sexual partner.
Elias dressed quickly and left without bothering to spare a glance for the woman who’d suffered his attention. With a weary sigh, the young woman closed her eyes. Her body sagged down onto the bed.
Miriam busied herself unfastening AJ’s leather straps and removing the tail. It seemed her trainer had lost interest in tormenting her further. With one quick jerk, she pulled the device out of AJ’s bottom, handed it to her, and ordered her to return to her dormitory for the night.
Shuddering, AJ slipped out of the room. Her training would end soon. Unless she found a way to gather the information she needed about Tok’s operation and then escape, she’d be the one enduring the pawing and poking of total strangers night after night.
Chapter Ten
The next morning, AJ decided it was time to take action. She was nearly through with her training, and more tasks would soon be added to her daily list. Each harlot had assigned chores to perform to keep the Lyceum and the Citadel running smoothly.
She’d go crazy if she had to be cooped up inside these walls much longer. Strangely, being indoors hadn’t bothered her on Earth. There, she lived her entire life in an artificial atmosphere. Winter and summer did not exist. Trees and shrubs were genetically engineered, never shedding leaves, never growing beyond a prescribed height.
But in Petra, a riot of color bloomed outside her window every day. She luxuriated in the cool morning breezes, followed by the warmth of Neodyma’s twin suns. Twilight brought the sweet fragrance of night-blooming moon lilies on gentle currents of air.
One night, it rained. Only a scant shower on the parched landscape. But the next morning AJ woke to an enchanted world. She breathed in the crisp fresh air, marveled at tiny droplets of water glistening in the early-morning sun. They magnified the dazzling hot pink of the blossoms cascading over the stone walls outside her window.
She yearned to wander in the general’s garden, feel the kiss of sun on her skin, touch the flower petals and find out if they were as velvety soft as they looked. Besides all that, she needed an excuse to get near the outer walls of the Lyceum and search for a way to sneak out from time to time.
AJ dressed quickly, slipping on a pair of the flat leather sandals harlots wore while doing their chores and taking lessons. The uncomfortable platform shoes were reserved for times when they appeared before the men of Petra.
She made her way soundlessly to the kitchen, where she found Dianna already at work, slicing sweet bread and fruit for the Sisters’ breakfast.
“AJ!” Dianna’s face lit up with a smile. The two women had become friends, taking every opportunity to exchange a few words in private.
“I need your advice, Dianna. I want to know how I can be assigned to work in the garden.”
“Sister Sophia is in charge of the garden. Why don’t you take her breakfast tray to her? You can ask her if she will take you on. But, be careful. Kneel when you ask. Better yet, beg her…or else she may decide to punish you. Harlots are not allowed any say in what we do. Ours is but to serve.”
AJ nodded and thanked Dianna then hurried down the long hall to Sister Sophia’s room. Once a woman attained the rank of Sacred Sister, she was allowed to take back her name as well as have her own quarters. AJ had heard rumors that along with instructing and punishing them, some of the Sisters used their private quarters to take their own pleasure with harlots.
She knocked softly.