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  “A willing sacrifice,” she had said. “A way to show how much he cares for you.” And didn’t he care for Tandy?

  I fucking love her, he realized, casting a sidelong glance at the little Mistress with the big brown eyes and the smooth, creamy brown skin. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a mate and even though I can’t bond her to me and give her children, she still wants to be with me. Is it really so much to ask for me to do this for her—to offer myself and let her take me the way I took her last night?

  Every instinct inside him rebelled against being taken like this—penetrated like a female. And yet Tandy had been more that willing to open herself to him, even though it was against her cultural norms and values and was, in fact, considered the biggest taboo it was possible to commit on Yonnie Six.

  Besides, she’s not doing this for herself, he reminded himself. She’s trying to save her kid brother. There’s no way in hell she can manage that without a fucking huge amount of cash. And there’s no way she can get the cash—get her hands on her rightful inheritance—unless I let her do this without a fuss.

  He was dimly aware, as these thoughts went through his head, that other slaves were at work around them. They were bringing in some kind of kneeling platform with a padded bench for his knees and a handrail he could lean his elbows against. The bench was adjustable so that he and Tandy could be on the right level for fucking.

  For her fucking me, he thought and felt his body go tight again at the thought as he looked at Tandy.

  Another slave had brought her a black leather harness that would strap between her legs and a selection of phalluses to go with it.

  “No, that’s too big, I don’t want to hurt him,” she was saying with a frown. As she spoke, she threw a look over her shoulder at Vrox and he saw how desperately sorry and upset she was about the situation.

  I’m so sorry, her big brown eyes seemed to say to him. Please, please forgive me! I know you don’t want this—I don’t want to do it either. But we’re stuck.

  Vrox wished he could reassure her—tell her everything was going to be all right. But the fact was, he was still feeling fucking nervous himself. Though he had pretty much screwed up his nerve to allow her to penetrate him, it was still hard to watch her choose from the array of phalluses and know that the slim black, flexible rod she held in her fist was shortly going to be buried inside him.

  It’s not so bad, he told himself. No bigger than one of the yellow shaft plants as that fucking garden party yesterday. But that was still considerably bigger than anything else he’d ever had in his ass and he wasn’t looking forward to it.

  But it didn’t seem to matter if he was looking forward to this experience or not, it was happening—as he soon realized when Tandy turned to him and motioned towards the kneeling platform with its crimson cushion.

  “I’m so sorry, Vrox,” she murmured, taking his arm in her small, soft hands. “But please, can you come with me?”

  His muscles felt like stone as he forced himself to take the few steps to the bench. He was wearing slave trousers today with an open crotch in front and in back to allow his shaft and balls to hang free, so getting to him should be no problem. Also, the phallus she’d chosen was the smallest one they’d offered her. But when Tandy urged him to kneel on the damn crimson cushion and spread his thighs for her, it was almost a full minute before Vrox could force himself to comply.

  “Sorry, so sorry,” she breathed in his ear again. “I don’t want to do this to you.” He could feel her small, soft hands on his shoulders, trying to massage away the tension but it wasn’t doing any good—his body felt as hard as an iron bar and just as unbending.

  “It seems you’ve having some trouble getting your slave to comply with you, Lady Sweetbottom,” Mistress Gladbag remarked, frowning.

  “He’s just…never done this before,” Tandy said desperately. “And it’s hard for him. Please don’t make me rush him.”

  “It’s all right, my dear—you take all the time you need,” Mistress Sinda told her. “And please remember that whatever you do, be sure to lube and stretch him carefully before you place the phallus inside him.”

  “Oh, um…of course.” Tandy looked at the selection of lube packets a slave was holding out on a silver tray. Vrox watched dully, wondering which she would pick.

  “I recommend that one in the red packet,” Mistress Sinda advised from the podium. “It has a warming effect that can be soothing to reluctant slaves—especially virgins that have never been give the rod before.”

  A grim laugh rose in Vrox’s throat to hear himself described as a “virgin.” But he guessed in a way, it was true. He was a virgin—his ass was at least—and there was no denying it.

  Won’t be a virgin for long, he thought dryly.

  Just as Tandy isn’t a virgin after the way you took her last night, a little voice in his head pointed out. Why is it so hard for you to open up and give her what she gave you so willingly?

  Well, that was true enough. Taking a deep breath, Vrox tried to relax as he felt her reach between his legs. He stiffened at first when he felt two small, slick fingers rubbing soothing circles around his nether entrance but then he heard Tandy whispering in his ear.

  “I’m going to be really gentle—really careful, Vrox,” she murmured, keeping her voice low for his ears alone. “I won’t hurt you—I swear it.”

  He couldn’t force the tight muscles of his throat to relax enough to answer, but he was able to open to her fingers as she pressed first one…and then a second inside him.

  “Gently,” Tandy murmured to him. “Just try to open up for me a little. Please, Vrox—the more open you can be the better.”

  “Trying,” he grated out, finally getting his voice to work. “Trying to…to be open for you, Mistress.”

  “I know you are.” She kissed the side of his cheek gently and her warm, feminine fragrance filled his senses. “You’re wonderful, Vrox—so brave to give yourself to me like this.”

  He wasn’t feeling brave at the moment but he did have to admit that so far, it wasn’t quite as bad as he’d feared. The feeling of her small fingers scissoring inside him was strange, but not painful. In fact, she seemed to be caressing and touching a lot of sensitive nerve endings down there that sent surprising sparks of pleasure through his entire body. He was just beginning to relax a little more when Deelee spoke up again.

  “Enough with getting his virgin ass ready—just fuck him,” she said rudely and Vrox saw there was a small, cruel smile on her narrow face as she stared at him and Tandy.

  She thinks she’s got this in the bag, he realized suddenly as Tandy gave her aunt a sharp reply. Thinks the minute Tandy starts putting that fucking rod in me I’ll go crazy and try to kill everyone in the room. She can tell how hard this is for me and she’s sure it’s going to break me.

  The thought brought with it a sense of determination and pride. Fuck Tandy’s aunt and her lying, conniving ways! Fuck her certainty that she could break him by making him submit!

  I love Tandy, he told himself again as she withdrew her fingers and pressed the tip of the rod to his slick entrance. I’m not going to let her down now—and I’m not going to let that bitch break me.

  He was a fighter—a warrior—and it was against his nature to submit. But in this case, his strength was a weakness and weakness was strength, he realized. In order to get through this, he had to take what his Mistress was giving him—he had to be strong enough to let himself be weak.

  The new determination was what kept him still with his thighs spread as he felt the black shaft begin to penetrate him.

  “Gently,” Tandy breathed in his ear again. “I’m going slow, Vrox. Let me know if it’s hurting and I’ll stop, I swear.”

  It was so much like something he himself would say to a female while taking her that Vrox almost had to bite back a laugh. But the laugh turned to a groan of surprised pleasure as he felt her slide home inside him, her full hips flush with his ass.

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