Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
But a moment later, when he moved and the dull light hit his hair differently she realized it wasn’t hair at all—he really did have long black spikes growing out of the middle of his head in an orderly stripe that went from his eyebrows all the way down to his neck.
“What…who…who are you?” she asked weakly, looking at both of them. “Why am I here? Is…is this Hell?”
“Hell?” The Paradisian burst out laughing. “Well, I guess you could call it that, considering your position, girly. But our customers don’t agree.”
“Customers?” Kara was beginning to have a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach—a very bad feeling indeed. “What are you talking about? What customers?” she demanded.
In the back of her mind, a memory was trying to surface—something about Gaela and Brother Nono and some bitter green wine—but the images were still hazy and confusing.
“Yes, customers. This is The Exotic Beauty Lounge and you, girly, are our latest acquisition,” the Paradisian informed her.
“Which means you’re gonna be seeing a lot of customers—all of the ones on the girthy side,” the man with black spikes for hair said, chuckling unpleasantly. “But don’t worry—with the amount of y’thosin I gave you, you’re gonna be eager to have them plowing your pussy!”
Kara felt cold all over and not just because she was totally nude.
“What…what are you talking about?” she asked through numb lips. “I never agreed to this! I’m a citizen of Earth and I live on the Kindred Mother Ship—you can’t do this to me!”
“Seems like we already did, girly,” the Paradisian remarked. “You’re gonna earn us a lot of money with that golden pussy of yours.”
“That’s what we call it for the girls who can take the y’thosin,” Spikes informed her. “Because a humanoid who can stretch big enough to take a Trollox is worth her weight in gold!”
“No—let me go!” Kara struggled with the bonds wrapped around her wrists and ankles. They were oddly stretchy, like extremely thick rubber bands or bungee cords, but she quickly found that even though she was able to pull away from the posts she was bound to a little way, there was no way to break her bonds.
“Settle down, girly,” her Paradisian captor told her. “Just let that y’thosin work on you. In a minute you’ll be so horny you’ll be begging for a nice thick cock to fill you up.”
“See, that’s the thing about y’thosin,” Spikes told her. “Once you get a big enough dose of it—and believe me, I gave you a big one—it’s fuck or die. So get ready—you’re about to be more dick-hungry than you’ve ever been in your life.”
“Right—you’d better thank the customer when he gets here,” the Paradisian told her. “Because he’ll be saving your life by fucking you and filling you with his cum!”
“Where is he, anyway?” Spikes asked.
“Oh, he’s coming in from the southern quadrant so it’s going to be a little while—but he said he was going to drop everything to be here,” the Paradisian said.
“The southern quadrant? But that’s so far. I gave her a really big dose—she’s going to need to get fucked soon,” Spikes protested.
The Paradisian shrugged.
“What do you want me to do? I can’t control where the client is. I’ve had him on standby for the past five years, waiting until we found the perfect little princess, just for him.”
“Well he’s going to be happy tonight!” Spikes said. “A golden pussy, just for him that nobody’s touched yet. Lucky bastard.” He frowned at Kara. “If she lives through the dick-fever long enough for him to reach her.”
“Hey—you told me your dosage was never wrong!” the Paradisian snarled. “Are you telling me she might die before he can get to her?”
“You didn’t tell me he was coming from the fucking southern quadrant!” Spikes snapped.
As they bickered and quarreled, Kara felt something strange happening to her body. Her nipples were suddenly so tight they hurt and her pussy felt incredibly tender and sensitive. Her clit seemed to be throbbing with need and she was getting extremely wet all of a sudden.
What was wrong with her? Was this the “dick-fever” Spikes was talking about? And could she really die of it?
As if in answer, she began to feel a deep emptiness inside—an aching, yearning hunger that made her need to be filled—to be taken long and hard and deep.
“Ahhh!” She let out a strangled cry. “Oh God, what’s wrong with me?”
“There—see? I told you! You gave her too much!” The Paradisian growled. “The client is still twenty mimims away. Now what are we going to do?”
“I don’t know—fuck her yourself, maybe?” Spikes suggested. “I can’t promise she’ll last twenty minims in this state—she’s reaching Peak Need.”
“I can’t do that and neither can you—you know the Owner would kill either one of us if we fucked a golden pussy ourselves and didn’t make any profit off it!” the Paradisian protested. “We can’t just—”