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  “Gods…can’t help it,” he groaned and she felt his entire, huge body go rigid against her much smaller, softer one. “Coming, Mistress,” he groaned and then she felt his shaft swelling even thicker in her fist. “You’re making me come so fucking hard…”

  And then the first hard spurt of seed shot from the tip of his cock and splattered on the polished floor. It was followed by another and another until Tandy almost felt as though she was holding a living pulse rifle. Through it all, Vrox pumped helplessly into her hand, his own bolder-sized fists clenched tight at his sides as he allowed her to force his pleasure.

  At last he stopped coming, but only after shooting a truly impressive amount, Tandy thought. She would have to have one of the staff come and clean that up and they would probably need a mop.

  Vrox was breathing hard, his big chest expanding and contracting rapidly and she swore she could feel his heartbeat pounding against her cheek as she pressed against his back.

  To her surprise, even after he was done, he never got soft. She had to look to make certain he was no longer shooting to see that he was finished. When she was certain, she released him and went to stand by the side of the force field.

  “And that, Judge of the Change, is the progress I have made,” she said, nodding her head formally at Mistress Sinda and ignoring her Aunt Deelee, who was fuming silently in the other chair.

  “Well, I must say I’m impressed,” Mistress Sinda said. “It seems you truly have your new slave well in hand, my dear. Ahem—no pun intended,” she added, blushing a little.

  “I still don’t like it,” Deelee muttered angrily. “If he’s so Goddess-damned tame, she ought to bring him to Mistress Badonkadonk’s garden party tomorrow. Let’s see how well he does kissing her panties. Many males who have only recently been enslaved don’t like that,” she added importantly, as though she knew everything about new slaves. “They’ve never been trained in the fine art of kissing panties and pussy—and they don’t want to learn either.”

  Tandy bit her lip, wondering if this would be the case with Vrox. She had heard that many male slaves didn’t enjoy kissing their Mistresses panties and pussies and only did it because they were compelled to. Would the big Kindred feel the same way? Would he feel like Tandy asking him to kiss her there was pushing their agreement too far?

  But she had little choice in the matter because Mistress Sinda was already nodding her approval.

  “I think that is an excellent idea,” she murmured, smiling. “It will be a good test of how tame and well-behaved Tandace’s new slave is out in public. And it would also be a good place to show off her new training technique which I think is most impressive! I’ll speak to Mistress Badonkadonk at once about getting you an invitation, my dear,” she said to Tandy.

  “Thank you.” Tandy nodded, trying to smile. Well, she had known this wouldn’t be easy. She just hoped the Vrox would be willing to play along once more.

  “Until tomorrow, then,” Mistress Sinda said, standing. “Come, Mistress Deelee—we should leave Tandace to herself. She has much to do in order to prepare her new slave to be seen in public.”

  Deelee rose too but there was a malicious look in her poison-green eyes.

  “This isn’t over yet, so don’t get too comfortable here,” she hissed, so low only Tandy could hear her. “As soon as I take possession of my rightful inheritance, you’ll be out on the street, niece.”

  Then she stormed off after Mistress Sinda, the set of her narrow shoulders angry and tense.

  Tandy watched them go, a knot of tension fisting in her gut. If only she didn’t have Deelee to contend with, she was certain she would have had this test in the bag! Mistress Sinda was clearly impressed with her and she was certain the Sacred Seven would follow her recommendations, whatever they might be. But her greedy aunt was determined to make things difficult for her—as if dealing with the giant Kindred wasn’t difficult enough, Tandy thought resentfully.

  Speaking of Vrox, she ought to go and see how he was doing. She had pushed the limits a bit, touching him and making him come. But at least she hadn’t hurt him at all so there should be no reason for a quid pro quo. Her bottom was safe from his big, warm hand tonight at any rate, she told herself.

  But when she went back to the force field, she saw him pacing angrily.

  “Vrox? Are you okay?” His face was as dark as a thundercloud and the look in his mismatched eyes sent a flock of flutterbyes racing through her stomach.

  “Oh yeah, little girl—I’m just fucking fine,” he growled, rounding on her. “If you can call being made to come on command ‘fine.’ I thought the deal was for you to pretend to tame me—not make me into some kind of a one-male sex show!”

  “I couldn’t help it!” Tandy protested. “It was my Aunt Deelee—she kept pushing and Mistress Sinda kept agreeing with her. You saw how it was—I had no choice.”

  “No, and you’ve got no choice about the consequences either,” Vrox rumbled.

  “Consequences?” Tandy looked at him blankly. “What are you talking about? I didn’t use the pain collar or cuffs on you even once. There should be no consequences.”

  “I think you’re misunderstanding the nature of our bargain, little girl.” Vrox looked at her sternly. “The deal was, whatever you do to me, I get to do back to you. We didn’t specify pain or pleasure—we said everything—and you agreed to it.”

  Tandy felt her stomach flutter again and her breathing began to grow short. Goddess, he was right!

  She thought of everything she’d done to him—the ways she’d touched him. The way she’d forced his pleasure. And now the big Kindred had every right to do all of that right back to her. Her heart began to race in her chest, beating against her ribs as though seeking a way out.

  Oh Goddess, she was in trouble now! What was she going to do?

  Eight

  “You ready, little girl?” Vrox gave her a stern look and watched as she swallowed nervously.

  “I…I guess so,” she whispered but she stayed where she was, sitting on the side of the bed.

  They had moved into her bedroom—Tandy said it was the only place they could be certain of absolute privacy. And they were certainly going to need it. She was still wearing the flowing red robe that showed most of her breasts and bared her tiny red panties as well but Vrox didn’t think she would keep her clothing on for long.

  Gods but she was a beautiful female, he couldn’t help thinking. With her full, lush hips and breasts and her heart-shaped ass, she was what some of his people would call an “Elite”—a female the Goddess had blessed with extra curves. Add that to the fact that she had such an exotic creamy brown skin tone and she was unforgettable.

  He couldn’t help thinking of the way she’d touched him—teasing him so sensually and claiming him by name before stroking him off right there in the middle of the fucking ballroom. Gods, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d come so hard! And the way she’d sung to him and marked him as her own in that crazy, mystical ceremony she’d preformed…it had been truly surprising—the last thing he would have expected.

  And the strangest thing was, it seemed like it had somehow really worked. He felt a connection to her now—not a true Kindred bond—as a hybrid, that was pretty much impossible for him. But there was something there—some pull—some attraction that he definitely wanted to explore further.

  Which was exactly what he was about to do…if the little female would ever get over her fear and come to him.

  “Tandy,” he said, letting his voice lose a little of its sternness. “Come to me, little girl—don’t be frightened, I won’t hurt you.”

  “I…thought you were mad at me,” she said in a small voice. “For…for forcing your pleasure in front of an audience.”

  Vrox sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

  “Not mad exactly,” he growled. “More like annoyed. I wasn’t expecting it and I don’t like being caught off guard.” He frowned. “Where did you get that ceremony, anyw