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)
That wasn't the only effect, however—the strange, achy fullness she’d felt earlier in her breasts returned with a vengeance—a deep, throbbing need that made her nipples pull into painfully tight, sensitive peaks.
But between her legs, things were even worse. A sudden, shocking heat bloomed in her core—a wet, aching emptiness that made her gasp. She had to squeeze her thighs together tightly, trying to alleviate the sudden, fierce ache of desire that clenched deep in her belly.
Noelle looked at the empty bottle in disbelief.
What the hell was in that drink?
On either side of her, it was obvious Bright and Burn were feeling the effects too. Their cocks—which had been soft moments before—were now rising, thickening, and lengthening with startling speed. They swelled to their full, impressive dimensions, standing thick and hard and proud between their legs.
Burn’s shaft was a masterpiece of brutal thickness—heavily veined and dark with desire, while Bright’s was slightly longer—a graceful, elegant weapon.
The sight of them, combined with the strange, potent cocktail coursing through her veins, sent a fresh jolt of pure, undiluted lust straight to her already soaked pussy.
Suddenly, Noelle had never felt so needy… or so empty. A vivid, unbidden image flashed in her mind—she saw herself dropping to her knees right there on the cold stone floor and taking both of them into her mouth at once, just as she had on the auction stage at the Flesh Bazaar. She wanted to taste them…to feel their weight on her tongue…to hear their groans as she sucked them both…
She fought the feeling, clenching her fists, but it was a losing battle. The pink drink was stripping away her inhibitions…amplifying every carnal impulse and filling her with a desperate sexual need.
She could tell Bright and Burn were equally affected. Both were looking at her now, their earlier reluctance burned away by a predatory, half-lidded hunger. She could almost smell their desire—a hot, masculine scent of clean sweat and dark, spicy musk that burned her nose and made her feel weak in the knees with a lust so profound it was dizzying.
“Good—now the three of you ought to be feeling it, aren’t you, my piggy-wigs?” Thune crooned from his couch, taking a long, noisy slurp of wine from his skull-tankard. Without waiting for a reply, he waved the remote. “Now, let’s have another look.”
The camera drone rose and flew in another slow circle around the three of them, its lens zooming in on both Kindred’s erect cocks.
“Hmm, very impressive equipment for such small humanoids,” the middle head remarked. “But which is biggest? It’s hard to tell…one of you is longer…” The drone hovered directly in front of Bright for a moment. “But the other is thicker.” The drone switched to a view of Burn. “Hmm…we wonder which of you fits best into your little female’s tight pussy? Maybe we ought to find out.” He waved the pain collar remote at them. “Go on, get on the mattress. Right in the center. Yes, that’s right.”
They moved stiffly to obey—the drug they’d all ingested and the threat of their pain collars forcing their compliance. The black fabric of the mattress was cool and slightly rough against Noelle’s bare skin as she knelt in the center.
“Now you—“ Thune pointed a thick, dirty finger at Noelle. “On your back and spread your legs.”
Noelle’s heart felt like it was going to explode.
Oh God, is this really happening? Am I really going to have to spread my legs and make a porn film for this perverted monster?
Shame warred with the relentless, chemically-induced throb of need between her thighs.
Better that than getting shocked again, whispered a little voice in her head—a voice that sounded suspiciously turned on.
She looked up at Bright and Burn, who were standing over her, their hard cocks level with her face. The sight was almost enough to make her come untouched. Gods, she felt so empty inside—so needy.
“You don’t have to do this, baby,” Burn’s voice was hoarse, strained with the effort of fighting both the drug and his own protective instincts.
“Yes, I do,” Noelle answered, her own voice coming out breathy and wanton. “Unless we all want to get shocked.”
Swallowing hard, she lay back on the mattress. The stone ceiling was lost in shadow, the harsh lights creating a stark, dramatic pool around the huge black mattress. Slowly, feeling the eyes of the drone and the Trollox upon her, Noelle let her knees fall apart, spreading her thighs wide, exposing herself completely. The cool air hit her wet, swollen folds, and she shuddered, her hips giving a tiny, involuntary jerk.
I’m so wet…so ready. This is wrong, so wrong, but I can’t help needing it.
The camera drone buzzed lower, positioning itself for a perfect, obscene close-up. On the viewscreen across the room, she saw herself magnified—a woman in a porn vid, with her large, full breasts…her tight, aching nipples…and the glistening, berry-dark flesh of her pussy laid bare for anyone to see.