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  And then his tongue was replaced by two long, thick fingers thrusting inside her.

  “Oh!” Nikki gasped again. “Oh, Malik,” she panted in a whisper. “I thought…thought that any kind of…of penetration wasn’t allowed.”

  “It’s all right,” he growled, looking up at her. “My old Mistress was always pushing the boundaries—this crowd expects this kind of thing from her.” His silver eyes were glowing and sparking with desire as he spoke. “Now hold onto me and let your honey come down.”

  “I…I don’t know if I can in public but I’ll try,” Nikki half-moaned.

  “Close your eyes,” he advised. “Don’t look at anyone or anything. Just close your eyes and let yourself feel as I pleasure you, Mistress—as I taste your sweet pussy and make you come.”

  Then he went back to lapping her quivering pussy, paying special attention to her aching clit as he thrust deep and hard inside her with two long, thick fingers.

  Maybe the lust dust had something to do with it or maybe there really was a wild woman inside her, eager to get out, but despite the fact that they were in public, it didn’t take Nikki long to come after that.

  Maybe I’m a closet exhibitionist, she thought dimly as she thrust towards him and let Malik do what he wanted, which appeared to be ravaging her pussy with his fingers and tongue. Then he seemed to do something inside her—hit some spot that she hadn’t even known she had—and suddenly she was flying.

  “Oh!” she heard herself moan as the warm flood of intense pleasure washed over her. “Oh, Malik, yes! Yes!”

  The big Kindred seemed to know she was coming because after a few more thrusts, he withdrew his fingers and lapped hungrily at her entrance, clearly eager to lick up her honey as it gushed out.

  And she really was gushing, Nikki thought dimly. She wondered if that spot he’d hit inside her—(was it her G-spot?)—had anything to do with it? But for whatever reason, her pussy was incredibly wet. It seemed no matter how much Malik licked and sucked her, he always had to go back for more.

  At last she pushed gently on his shoulder, unable to take any more pleasure for now. Her legs felt like spaghetti and she was actually seeing little bursts of light like fireworks in the corners of her vision.

  “Malik,” she whispered weakly. “Please, I think I’m getting faint.”

  “Of course, I’m sorry!” He gave her one last long lick and then pulled back respectfully. “Forgive me, Mistress,” he said in a voice loud enough to carry to the watching audience. “Your pussy is so sweet and soft and your honey tastes so delicious I couldn’t bring myself to stop kissing your…panties.”

  “That’s…that’s all right, Malik,” she managed to pant out and then made herself stand straighter and pulled down her skirt. “Let’s just, um, join the party.”

  “As my Mistress Commands.” He rose and nodded obediently to her.

  Nikki took a wobbly step in the thigh-high boots but nearly fell down the short flight of stairs. Swiftly, the big Kindred caught her and swung her up in his arms. Then he strode confidently down the steps, still carrying her.

  For a moment the world was a whirl around her. The many tropical plants were all different shades of blue and green and turquoise and the huge bubble shimmered overhead with rainbow brilliance.

  Then they came down into the crowd and Nikki became aware that the other Mistresses were clapping and murmuring with obvious admiration. Clearly they had done a really good job at the all-important introduction because there were smiles of approval everywhere

  All except on the face of Mistress Tangle-Skank, Nikki thought, as she happened to catch the other Mistress’s eye. There was a pinched, furious look on Tangle-Skank’s rat-like face and when she saw Nikki watching her, she glared angrily back before turning away.

  Well, I guess there’s one person who wasn’t happy with our performance, Nikki thought. But she couldn’t bring herself to care too much. After all, they were only here for a few hours. What could the other Mistress do to her in that time? And if there were any lingering repercussions, that was just too bad—the real Mistress Hellenix could deal with them herself.

  “Well, well, my dear Mistress Hellenix—that was a grand entrance,”

  Nikki turned to see a woman with sensibly short red hair and a surprisingly modest blue dress standing there, smiling.

  “Oh, hello…”

  “Janda,” Malik whispered in her ear. “She is the head vendor I was telling you about—the purveyor of pain and punishment devices.”

  Oh, so she was a businesswoman, Nikki thought. No wonder her clothing was more conservative than the gaudy Mistresses all around her.

  “Hello, Janda,” she said aloud, smiling at the other woman. “So nice to see you here tonight.”

  “Likewise, of course, Mistress Hellenix.” The other woman smiled and nodded. “I just wanted to let you know that the device you wanted to demonstrate to the other Mistresses during your speech is lubed up and ready to go.”

  “Uh, lubed up?” Nikki asked.

  “Yes. Of course, that’s not too hard since the self-lubing feature is one of its main selling points.” Janda laughed. “Anyway, it’s up on the stage behind the curtain. I’ll meet you there in about twenty minutes to get you strapped up and ready to go.”

  “Oh, I—” Nikki began but the other woman was already making her way purposefully through the crowd, nodding and exchanging pleasantries with various Mistresses as she went.

  Nikki watched her go, frowning. The other woman’s words seemed ominous and her stomach was in knots all over again.

  “I don’t like the sound of that,” she, murmured, leaning back towards Malik to be sure she was inside the invisible privacy bubble the devices they wore projected around them.

  “It sounds like my Mistress had something special planned for me this evening,” he said blandly.

  “But Malik, I don’t want to—”

  “Mistress Jankypoo straight ahead,” he muttered and Nikki looked up to see an anxious looking woman with a huge poof of bright pink hair bearing down on her.

  “Oh Velka!” she exclaimed. “I’m rather surprised to see you here tonight. I thought you’d be preparing to run after the warning I sent you.”

  “Well, I couldn’t miss the Banquet of Pain,” Nikki said, hoping she sounded enough like the real Mistress Hellenix to be convincing. “After all, I have to give the opening address.”

  “And then show us all the new device you’re recommending this year,” another Mistress—one with pale blue hair—said as she came up beside Mistress Jankypoo. “Oh, I do hope it’s a brand-new rod!”

  “Me, too!” a third mistress, with white-blond ringlets styled to look like a bird’s nest with three golden eggs arranged artfully in the middle, joined in the conversation. “I always love to watch you give your slave the rod. Especially since he shoots rainbows when you force his pleasure. So unusual—I’ve never seen anything like it!”

  “Does he really?” the Mistress with blue hair exclaimed.

  “Oh, yes.” Mistress Jankypoo nodded eagerly. “Something to do with his race, you know. His seed has a pearlescent sheen to it that’s most unusual. And he shoots so far, too!”

  “It looks like rainbows arching out of his shaft,” the mistress with the bird’s nest hair said. “Most amusing.” She tittered.

  Nikki got a tight feeling in the pit of her stomach. These women were speaking casually about watching her rape Malik—laughing and joking about it as though it was some exciting entertainment they couldn’t wait to view.

  She opened her mouth to say something about it—to tell them she would never hurt him that way. But then she felt his hand on her lower back and he was murmuring into her ear.

  “Easy, Mistress. None of this is unusual. Just keep playing along.”

  Knowing that the big Kindred was so used to hearing himself discussed in this way—used to hearing the open anticipation of his pain and degradation—made her even angrier. But his low, steady