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  Goddess, what was happening to her? Surely it was wrong to lie there and let the big Havoc clean her with his tongue as if it was normal and right. And yet, she couldn’t seem to help herself or ask him to stop. She could only lay there and watch as he stroked his tongue over her open pussy time and again, as if he was trying to get every last drop of her honey.

  “There,” Thrace murmured at last, sitting back just when she was beginning to throb and ache again with renewed need. “I think you’re clean now, Mistress. Let’s get you dressed and we’ll go see Lady Tam-tam.”

  “All…all right,” Trin whispered faintly. “Let’s…do that. Let’s go.”

  She allowed Thrace to find another dress for her—this one deep green with white lace—and put it on her. Then, still feeling slightly dazed as well as hot and swollen between her thighs, she and Thrace followed the complicated directions to Lady Tam-tam’s viewing room.

  Chapter Twenty-five

  “Come in, my dears. Do come in.” Lady Tam-tam ushered them into a small, plush room decorated with many priceless little knickknacks arranged in shelves hung on the deep red walls. It had two overstuffed chairs and a blazepit in one corner where a small fire crackled softly, giving the light a soft, reddish tinge. The room was carpeted in long, white fur that moved in swirling patterns as if in response to some unseen current.

  Trin thought it looked like a lady’s private refreshment room—one she could go to in order to get away from the rest of the world and just relax with a hot libation and some fanciful reading material. Well—three fourths of the room looked that way, anyway. In contrast to the rest of the snug little parlor, large viewscreens lined one of the walls. Under them was placed a complicated looking control panel. The sleek technology clashed with the cozy comfort of the rest of the room, making it seem strange and out of place.

  “Do take off your shoes please,” Lady Tam-tam said before Trin had barely taken a step. “You have to be gentle with the Pompa fur rug. It’s alive, you know and it doesn’t take harsh treatment well.”

  “Alive?” Trin looked down at the soft white fur as she slipped off the ridiculously high heels that went with her dress. When she stepped into it barefoot, she sank in up to her ankles. It was like walking on silk that massaged her feet with every step but she didn’t love the idea of walking on a living organism.

  “Oh, yes indeed! And it’s very delicate.” Lady Tam-tam frowned. “In fact, someone must have been walking all over the poor thing with shoes on last night. See this?” She pointed to a spot in front of the control panel where the white fur was matted and trampled as though someone with heavy boots had stood on it. “One of the cleaning slaves no doubt. I’ll have to speak sharply to them later.”

  “I see…” Trin frowned but she was looking at the control panel, not the Pompa fur rug. There were several knobs that seemed to have nothing to do with the viewscreens but they were labeled with colors rather than words. She saw blue, green, scarlet, white, yellow, orange, pink…and black. What could it mean?

  “I see you’re admiring my viewscreens,” Lady Tam-tam said, mistaking where Trin was looking. “Indeed, they’re most useful. This one corresponds to Dreaming Suite One.” She pointed to the viewscreen on the far right of the viewing wall. “This one is Dreaming Suite Two…” She motioned to the middle screen. “And this is Suite Three. Four and Five are hardly ever used.”

  “Wait—that’s our room.” Trin motioned to the middle screen which showed nothing but an empty room.

  “Indeed it is,” Lady Tam-tam said tartly. “And I was preparing to ask you to leave it before the little show the two of you put on just now.”

  “So…you really were watching us?” Trin felt the familiar burn of embarrassment as the blood rushed to her cheeks.

  “Of course I was. I watch all the guests in my Dreaming Suites.” Lady Tam-tam settled herself in a plush chair before the control panel. “Look—this is Lady Needra and her love-slave Yorth last night.” She pushed a button and the image on viewscreen one blurred for a moment.

  When it came back into focus, Trin was shocked to see the blonde mistress on her hands and knees in the center of the vast bed with her slave behind her. He was gripping her hips and thrusting—clearly shoving his shaft as deeply into her pussy as he could and Lady Needra was loving every minute of it. She moaned silently and thrust back against him, trying to take him as deep as possible.

  “He’s fucking her,” Thrace said flatly. “Thought you people didn’t believe in letting a male do that to a female here.”

  “Well we don’t, not officially, anyway.” Lady Tam-tam giggled. “But look, he’s not just fucking her. He’s breeding her. Watch.” She gestured to the screen.

  To Trin’s dismay, she saw the muscular slave stop thrusting and press deeply into his mistress. He held rigidly still, his fingers white as he gripped her hips, almost as though he was pulsing inside her.

  Coming—oh my Goddess, he’s actually coming inside her! The ultimate blasphemy! The worst shame imaginable! she thought numbly as the slave pulled out, giving a clear view of his cum dripping from his mistress’s pussy.

  “Such a chance she’s taking” Lady Tam-tam tittered. “You know she isn’t on any sort of contraception. But of course, that’s what makes her little display so much fun—the risk.”

  It was risky indeed—if Needra got pregnant with a male child there was no way to deny that she had made love with a male. Like the Daughters of Zetta Prime, the Yonnites went to contraception centers and chose to have only female children.

  Trin was shocked by the blatant display, but somehow the sight didn’t sicken her as it should have. Instead, she suddenly had a mental image of herself and Thrace in the same positions. The forbidden mental picture started a tingling and throbbing between her thighs and at the tips of her breasts. She shut her legs tightly and crossed her arms over her chest, trying to push the disturbing image away.

  “There, you see?” Lady Tam-tam said. “Lady Needra always gives a stellar performance—that’s the reason she’s forever welcome here and gets a Dreaming Suite every time she comes.”

  “We see,” Thrace rumbled. “But what about us?”

  “I’ll show you—let me run back the feed.”

  Lady Tam-tam pushed more buttons and the middle viewscreen whizzed into life as the empty room blurred to static. After a moment, their hostess pressed another button and the screen was filled with a new image—Thrace lying on the bed with Trin curled up beside him, naked, her head pillowed on his broad chest.

  “Oh no, that’s too far. That’s from last night. A very disappointing performance!” Lady Tam-tam muttered, frowning at Trin. “I don’t believe you did a thing after allowing your slave to touch you and suck your breasts. Oh, besides a few kisses between your thighs that weren’t even very deep.”

  “I—” Trin started to say but something stopped her. It was hard to tell in the dark room, but it seemed as if the image had suddenly gotten darker and more hazy. Almost as if some kind of black mist had filled the air over the sleeping platform and settled down on the sleeping forms of herself and Thrace.

  “What’s that?” Thrace rumbled, obviously seeing the same thing.

  “Dream gas of some kind.” Lady Tam-tam frowned. “But…” She looked at the time signature at the bottom of the screen. “This was after I had gone to bed. So who could have administered it?”

  “I know who,” Thrace growled. He was staring at the trampled place on the carpet—the spot where Trin had thought it looked like someone with boots had been standing. She exchanged glances with him.

  “Lord X—he knew about my nightmare. He did this!”

  “Nonsense—he has no idea where this room is.” Lady Tam-tam waved a bejewled hand dismissively. “Only a select few do, you know. And besides, he’s much too well mannered to do such a thing.”

  “I think you’re wrong,” Trin said. “But why would you have a way to slip dream gas into the rooms anyway?”

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