Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 119846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
She used the apple-scented one for her hair, luxuriating in the feeling of washing away the grime and stress of the prison ship. The bubbles were thick and rich, clinging to her hair in shimmery layers.
She was glad to see that she was able to touch her hair enough to wash it, though she had to be careful not to touch the rest of her bare skin. The damn collar she was wearing made washing tricky, but she found an oversized sponge on a stick and used the mint and honey soap to scrub her body.
For a little while, she pushed everything out of her mind—the fact that she was now owned by a Trollox and the way her body was throbbing with sexual need—and let herself enjoy the simple, human pleasure of being clean.
If only everything else could feel this normal, she thought wistfully, as she finally started to relax.
But her body’s needs intruded on her peace and soon she couldn’t ignore the persistent ache in her breasts any longer. They felt even fuller and heavier than before.
Madre de Dios, they’re so sensitive. And my nipples… She glanced down, feeling a sharp stab of concern. Are they… darker than usual?
Her pussy was throbbing too—swollen and tender in a way that made her horribly uncomfortable. Even pressing her thighs together made her wince. And every time she forgot herself and reached to rub her breast or scratch her hip, the collar shocked her—a sudden, stinging pain that left her gasping and blinking away tears.
This is torture. I can’t even scratch an itch and my whole body is itchy and needy. Why did Lupin say this would happen if I didn’t take that second treatment? Nectaritis… and what was the other one? Advanced sexual hyper-neediness? Is that what’s happening to me? Dios, I wish I knew!
She finally dragged herself out of the bath, wrapping up in one of the giant towels hanging on a very high rack mounted on the wall. Noelle had to stand on her tiptoes to pull it down.
But once she had it, she found it wasn’t like any towel she’d used before. It was coarse and rough—like drying off with sandpaper, she thought, wincing as she blotted carefully at her over-sensitive skin. She dabbed at her aching breasts and between her thighs as gently as she could, but the rough towel still made her flinch.
As soon as she was dry, she decided to get dressed for bed—preferably in something that covered her enough that she wouldn’t be shocking herself all night.
The green gown from the auction was out of the question, of course. For a moment, she thought about wearing the oversized men’s shirt she’d found in Burn’s closet. But that made her wonder if there might be clothes in the closet in her own room. Hope fluttered in her chest as she crossed the room and opened the enormous wardrobe.
Sure enough, there was a whole row of outfits in varying sizes—many of which looked like they might fit her. For a brief, wonderful moment, she thought she might have found something to make her feel safe and normal. But her heart sank almost immediately as she examined them more closely.
The first outfit was a black vinyl corset with matching thigh-high boots—definitely the kind of thing you’d see in a club, not a bedroom. The second was a silvery mesh catsuit, with holes strategically cut out so that her nipples and pussy would be completely on display. The third was a pair of red lace panties attached to garters and absolutely nothing else. There were also latex mini-dresses, mesh halter tops, and even a sheer skirt that would have left her backside entirely bare.
Madre de Dios, what kind of person picked out these clothes? Noelle wondered. Every single outfit was obscene or provocative in some way.
At last, she found a sheer red nightgown—the only thing in the closet that looked remotely wearable, even if it was nearly transparent. She pulled it over her head, grateful for the soft, slippery fabric against her hypersensitive skin.
At least it doesn’t itch me. And the color looks pretty against my skin, she thought.
But when she looked in the enormous floor-to ceiling mirror mounted on the wall, she saw that her nipples and the soft mound of curls at the top of her pussy were clearly visible beneath the thin fabric.
Oh well. It’s better than being completely naked, she told herself. And it’s not like anyone is going to see me.
It was time to get some sleep—if she could— with her body throbbing the way it was. But just as Noelle was about to climb into the massive bed, she glanced down and felt her heart fist in her chest.
There were drops of liquid beading at the tips of her nipples, clearly visible through the sheer silk fabric of the nightgown. In fact, the nightgown already had wet spots on it so she must have started leaking a while ago.