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“What?” Lucy stared with horror at the thick golden cock. “No way!” she exclaimed. “That’smuchtoo big. I don’t think that T’zaren’s ever done this before.” She looked at him. “Have you?”

The big Monstrum shook his head.

“I have never given myself before, no,” he rumbled.

“Well this is way too big for you to take, then!” Lucy said firmly. She shook her head at the seamstress. “Take it back and bring a smaller one.”

The seamstress gave her a distressed look.

“Forgive me, my Lady, but this is the one Mistress Shin’dara ordered you to use.”

“Yes, exactly right!” Shin’dara, who had been supervising the placing of the arch, swaggered over to them, her hips rolling in the tight black cat suit and her long white cloak dragging on the black marble floor. There were definitely red stains on it—they looked like blood stains to Lucy. But she had more important things to do at the moment than inquire if the Twainer had hurt her back.

“When I agreed to do this, nobody said anything about shoving something way too big for comfort into my manservant,” she snapped. “This is too big—I won’t use it!”

Mistress Shin’dara’s eyes flashed.

“Watch your mouth, my dearDom’mesque.I told you I get paid in pain, didn’t I? Just be grateful that size isallyour manslave has to contend with! Why, I have shafts that get white-hot once they’re situated deep in an orifice. And others studded with stinging pain-thorns—and stillotherscoated in pepper salve. There’s really noendto the inventive ways one can bring pain to a male during forced penetration.”

Lucy was horrified! Even after watching the deranged Twainer brand over a hundred guards with a red-hot iron, the level of cruelty she was suggesting now was almostinconceivable.

“That’s horrible!” she exclaimed. “I would never use anything like those things you’re describing on T’zaren.”

Mistress Shin’dara’s mouth twisted into a scowl.

“I know you wouldn’t—you’re clearly too soft-hearted,” she snapped. “But you must agree to use this shaft on your manslave or the deal is off.”

“Why?” Lucy looked at her suspiciously. “Does it shoot poison darts or grow spikes once you get it inside someone?”

“Whatintriguingideas! Butno.” Mistress Shin’dara smiled. “It’s perfectly, boringlynormalexcept for the fact that it’sconsiderablytoo large for someone who has never had their ass penetrated before. Why, it even has its own reservoir of slick so you don’t have to bother with getting a bottle of the stuff!”

By ‘slick,’ Lucy assumed she meant lube. But she still wasn’t happy about using something so large on T’zaren.

“I really think—” she began but T’zaren himself intervened to stop her.

“It will be all right, myS’rentha,”he told Lucy. “I can take it.”

“What? Buthow?”she demanded. “It’s almost as big as your own primary shaft!”

“Nevertheless, I’ll manage,” he said firmly. “It’s certainly better than the alternatives Mistress Shin’dara mentioned.”

“Yes, it rather is. And I can’t wait to see it shoved up your ass, manslave,” Mistress Shin’dara purred, looking up at him. “We’ll see how stoic you are with this golden beauty rammed up your rosebud!”

T’zaren looked back at her impassively and said nothing, though Lucy didn’t knowhowhe could keep his temper. For her part, she wanted to slap the horrible woman who was forcing them to do this!

“Better get that on,” Mistress Shin’dara said to her, nodding at the golden shaft. “The penetration starts very shortly and you wouldn’t want to be late for your own show.”

Then she glided away on her stiletto heels, throwing a last knowing smirk over her shoulder.

FORTY-THREE

LUCY

Lucy looked back at the double-headed golden dildo again in disbelief. It seemed so awkward and unwieldy and she didn’t have any lube—though presumably the larger end of the dildo had some somewhere. Plus, she was in public here—or as good as, with all the guards running around.Howwas she going to manage to put this into herself without looking completely obscene?

T’zaren seemed to have an answer for her dilemma.

“Come back here, Lucille,” he murmured in her ear, taking the case from the seamstress’s arms. “Let me help you.”


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