Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Oh my God—he really thinks I’m lying. He’s not going to let me go!
The Magistrate raised one long-fingered hand, his golden cuffs glinting in the dim light. With a swift, cutting motion, he passed judgment.
“I sentence you, harlot, to one hour in the sexual stocks with a officering device implanted in you in the public square. Perhaps public discipline will teach you not to attack innocent men who merely wished to partake of what you so clearly offered.”
Lexi’s knees nearly gave out.
“The sexual what?! What does that even mean? Please, you can’t—”
But before she could finish her sentence, the officers hauled her backward.
“Enough talk—you’ve been sentenced,” one growled harshly. “You can’t take any more of the Magistrate’s time.”
“No—wait! Please!” She struggled, but their grip only tightened as they dragged her through the doors. “I didn’t know! You have to believe me! I’m not a prostitute—er, harlot! I’m not—”
The heavy doors slammed behind them, closing them out of the vast chamber. And Lexi, heart hammering, realized she was being dragged toward something that sounded a whole lot like public sexual humiliation.
Oh God. What have I gotten myself into?
And how was she going to get out of it?
29
LEXI
The officers dragged her down another stone corridor, narrower and darker than the grand hall. Gone was the faint perfume of incense—here the air smelled metallic, sharp, and ugly—like rust and blood. Their boots clanged on the stone while her bare feet slapped against it, echoing too loud in this dark, foul place.
They shoved her through a heavy iron door, and Lexi’s breath caught.
The chamber beyond was no courtroom—it was a dungeon. Rows of racks lined the walls, displaying devices she couldn’t mistake for anything but instruments of torment.
Her eyes darted from one to the next in horror.
There were iron collars, their insides studded with teeth meant to bite into a neck…straps lined with spikes or hooks, designed to pierce skin when tightened. Wooden paddles studded with glowing stones crackled faintly—clearly they would shock anyone they struck.
And then there were the phalluses. Lexi’s eyes went wide when she saw them.
Dozens of devices were lined up on a wooden shelf. There were rods of glass with veins of light running through them…dildos of metal engraved with raised runes of punishment…implements as thick as her wrist with twisted ridges so exaggerated they looked like drill bits. Some were barbed…others glowed red-hot as if forged in fire.
None of them looked like they would be fun to wear.
Lexi’s stomach turned and she felt sick. What are the two Terian officers going to do to her in here? Whatever it was, she was sure she wouldn’t like it.
This isn’t punishment—it’s torture dressed up as justice! she thought grimly. But there didn’t seem to be any way to get away.
One of the officers reached for a metal device that looked like something from a museum about Medieval torture devices—a heavy chastity belt forged of iron. He set it on the table with a metallic clank that made Lexi go cold all over.
“What…what the Hell is that?” she breathed as she examined it.
The belt was a contraption of curved metal bands, designed to lock around her waist. Two other curving metal straps hung down in the front and back. At their intersection, protruding from the crotch panel, jutted a thick iron dildo.
Lexi eyed it in horror.
The shaft was long and blunt, covered in cruel nubs—knobs and bumps that were not rounded for pleasure but jagged enough to rub tender flesh raw.
She stumbled back, shaking her head.
“No. No way. You can’t—”
The officers didn’t answer. One seized her arms, forcing her chest flat against the cold table, while the other kicked her legs apart.
“Be still!” one of them ordered, holding her down.
But Lexi couldn’t hold still. She writhed, panic surging up her throat like bile.
“Stop! No—don’t do this to me!”
“If you don’t hold still,” the one at her back growled, “We’ll use this instead.”
His partner lifted another device from the rack and Lexi’s blood went cold.
The new dildo was twice the size of the first, its thick length bristling with short, sharp spikes. Each one gleamed under the lamplight, promising unrelenting agony.
Lexi froze, terror rooting her in place.
If they shove that inside me, I’ll be torn apart. I won’t survive it!
She trembled violently but stopped struggling, too afraid of the spiked monstrosity to fight any more.
“That’s better,” the officer holding her down muttered. And then, without warning, he lifted her skirt and forced the rough dildo up inside her.
Lexi bit down on her lip until she tasted blood. The intrusion was brutal—stretching her too far, the cruel nubs scraping her insides raw. There was no preparation…no gentleness…not even any lubrication.
Tears burned her eyes.
Oh God, it hurts…hurts so much!
This was nothing like what happened with Dr. Brandt during the milking sessions. The big Kindred was always careful with her—always made sure to take things slowly. He touched her like she mattered and made her feel good when he did. It was nothing like this vile pain and humiliation she was feeling now at the hands of the Terian officers.