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  She leaned forward and braced her hands against the rough wooden post as the slave instructed. But then, to her surprise, he began tying the leather thongs around her wrists.

  “Hey, you don’t need to do that,” she said, feeling a moment of panic. “I’m not going to move!”

  “It’s just to hold you steady, Mistress.” He gave her a smile that didn’t reach his e yes and didn’t untie her. “Now what plant would you like to start with?”

  Tandy thought of the way Vrox had penetrated her so gently the night before, using a single big finger to do it. The little white plants seemed to be about the same size, she estimated. Maybe that would do to start.

  “A…a white one,” she said, nodding at the mass of writhing vines just a few inches from her feet. “I think a white one to begin with.”

  But instead of obeying, the slave shook his head.

  “Come now, Mistress, I’m sure you can do better than that. What about a yellow one? Those are still quite small but they make much more seed juice.”

  “Well, I guess maybe…”

  Before she could finish, the slave was parting her skirts—which were split in the back as well as the front—to bare her ass and pussy. Tandy felt embarrassed and exposed but since showing your body off was part of Yonnite culture, she told herself it was no big deal.

  “Here you go,” the slave said and reached down to pick a vine. But instead of the yellow plant he had promised her, Tandy saw he was holding a wriggling orange one in his grip.

  “Hey!” she gasped. “That’s an orange one—it’s a lot bigger than the yellow! I didn’t agree to that.”

  “Too bad, Lady Sweetbottom.” Mistress Tillabong laughed nastily. “We don’t have all day to do this, you know. We need to see if you can take a shaft as big as your slave’s—you’re lucky we’re not starting with a red one!”

  “I don’t want—” Tandy began but then the slave let the writhing orange shaft plant go and she felt the bulbous, waxy head poking at her naked pussy lips. “Hey!” She tried to shut her legs but she was slippery from the way Vrox had tasted her earlier and the plant was able to slide its way inside anyway. Soon it was poking at the mouth of her pussy.

  Speaking of Vrox, where was the big Kindred? Why wasn’t he stopping this?

  Tandy turned her head and saw that he was just standing there, watching.

  “Vrox?” she asked, her voice catching in a gasp as she felt the orange flower penetrating deeper into her.

  “Just relax, Lady Sweetbottom,” Mistress Poodlefart advised. “And let us see. How can we tell if the shaft is too big for you if you’ve got your thighs clenched like that?”

  Tandy bit her lip. Well, the whole point of this stupid exercise was to prove that she wasn’t able to take a shaft the size of Vrox’s. Maybe if she let the other Mistresses see that, they would let her go.

  It’s not really hurting me, it just feels strange, she thought, taking a deep breath and trying to calm down. She forced herself to unclench her thighs and open up a little, though she really didn’t like the sensation of the cool, waxy plant pushing up inside her.

  The orange shaft-plant seemed to be happy that she was no longer obstructing its progress. At least, it started to work itself more vigorously into her. As it burrowed deeper, propelled by the whipping purple vine, Tandy felt its long, clit-tickling leaf fluttering against her slippery inner folds in a way that actually felt kind of good. Not as good as Vrox’s tongue, of course, but it was still pretty pleasurable.

  Maybe this won’t be so bad after all, she told herself. Taking another deep breath, she tried to relax even though the rigid shaft of the plant was stretching her to the limit. It didn’t exactly hurt but it was a very tight fit. Tandy tried to concentrate on the pleasure of the clit-tickling leaf instead of the thickness invading her until at last she felt the bulbous head pressing hard against the mouth of her womb.

  “There it goes!” she heard Mistress Poodlefart say. “It will be releasing its seed juice any minute now!”

  Sure enough, there was a feeling like something flexing quickly inside her and then a sensation of wet slipperiness. The clit-tickling leaf abruptly stopped moving and the entire plant went limp inside her. Then, to Tandy’s great relief, the orange flower slid out of her and dropped limply to the ground.

  “There.” She looked up at Mistress Tillabong, frowning. “You saw that—it barely fit in me so there’s no way something the size of Vrox’s shaft would fit. So let me go, now.” She tugged at the leather thongs holding her tied to the rough wooden post to illustrate her point.

  But the blonde Mistress was smiling at her cruelly.

  “So you say nothing the size of your slave’s shaft would fit in you. But how can we know? Unfortunately, we don’t have any shaft-plants that are anywhere near his impressive girth.” She rounded on the slave. “Or do we?”

  “As a matter of fact, Mistress, I think we do.” Grinning evilly, the slave reached down into the mass of vines and brought out a shaft-plant with a flower that was a deep, ominous purple. “This one is really over-ripe,” he explained, waving it in front of Tandy’s face. “Notice how big and swollen it is—it’s full to bursting with seed juice. Makes it really rigid and hard, I’m afraid.”

  Tandy felt her breath catch in her throat as she looked at the massive plant he was showing her. The purple flower, which writhed so powerfully in his hand he could barely contain it, was probably over a foot and a half long and five inches thick. Its clit-tickling leaf was bigger than her palm and three times as long. with crimson fronds on the end that almost looked like nettles.

  “There’s no way you can fit that into me!” she protested, shaking her head. “It’ll split me in two! Get it away from me!”

  “But it’s about the same size—give or take—as your slave’s impressive equipment,” Mistress Tillabong purred. “I think we need to see if it fits just to be sure that big Kindred of yours isn’t pumping your pussy every night, my dear.”

  “No! No—Vrox—help me!” Tandy cried, twisting her head over her shoulder again to stare at him. But once again, the big Kindred was just standing there. He seemed to be trembling but he wasn’t moving to do anything to stop this. Was he really going to let her be penetrated and hurt by the huge, out-of-control shaft plant?

  “Vrox?” she pleaded again, trying to twist her hips away as the slave let the massive plant go. “Vrox, please! I need you!”

  TWELVE

  It was killing him, not being able to move when the female he cared for was in danger! Vrox strained against the invisible force that held him, longing to break free and save her as the huge purple shaft plant pressed hard against her bare bottom. Tandy had shut her thighs again tightly but he wondered if that would be enough to keep the fucking thing from well…fucking her. His guess was not for long. Goddess-damn it—he had to get free somehow!

  “You really care for her, don’t you?” Mistress Tillabong murmured, smiling up at him. “I can tell by the way you’re trembling—it’s tearing you apart not to be able to help your sweet little Mistress while she gets her pussy penetrated by a shaft that’s nearly as big as your own!”

  You bitch! Vrox glared at her. He had never hurt a female before but at that moment if he could have gotten free, he would have ripped the blonde bitch to shreds—after he saved his Mistress.

  “I tell you what,” Mistress Tillabong continued, still giving him that superior little smirk. “I like you, Kindred—I like your obvious devotion to that little half-breed, illegitimate bitch you call your Mistress. So I’m going to give you a fighting chance. I’m going to take off the freeze setting…” She held up the black rectangular remote, right under his eyes. “And change it to the pain setting.”

  She pressed one button and then another, in quick succession.

  For one split second, Vrox felt the invisible force that had been holding him in place release him. And the next moment, his entire body felt as though it was on fire.

  He gas