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  “Oh, um…actually I was…was about to get up,” she said.

  “But the slaves are ready.” Malik motioned to the line of slaves—many of them coated in gold paint but many others in black trousers and with bare chests, as he himself was dressed. Every single one was handsome and muscular though none of them was quite as big and imposing as Malik. And all of them had huge erections—apparently when Mistress Hellenix went slave shopping, she was looking for size.

  They were lined up along the wall of the massive room and to Nikki’s discomfort, she counted at least forty of them. And these were only the downstairs slaves! Exactly how rich was her evil twin? How could she afford to own and house and feed so many slaves? And how many more were in the upstairs chambers?

  “Mistress?” Malik raised an eyebrow at her and she realized she had been lost in thought as the black grass of the throne-couch continued to stroke her. It was an incredibly embarrassing situation to be in, yet she couldn’t do anything about it without outing herself as an imposter. If only she had never sat down on the damn thing in the first place!

  “Um—okay,” she said and cleared her throat, trying to ignore the ticklish way the black tendrils were caressing her clit. “They can, uh, pay me obeisance now.”

  “Very good. Then as your primary bodyslave, I will commence.”

  Malik ascended the dais and dropped to his knees before her. Before she could stop him, he leaned forward and wound his muscular arms around her thighs, splitting her even wider.

  Nikki couldn’t repress a gasp as he pressed a hot kiss to her open pussy through the thin red fabric of her panties. The black grass actually seemed to want to help him reach her because it spread her outer pussy lips wide and pushed the strand of desire beads away so he had free access to her clit. She could even feel a strand of the grass winding around her throbbing button, as though to make it stick out more prominently.

  Malik took full advantage of this, molding his lips around her aching little bud through the thin panties and sucking gently. Nikki let out a little moan and found her fingers were buried in his shaggy mane as waves of teasing pleasure shot through her. Between the black grass and his hot, wet mouth pressing against her most sensitive spot with nothing but the cobweb-thin panties between them, she felt like she was just about to lose control—and all while the forty other slaves watched her with avid interest.

  It was this last detail that brought her back to her senses. She couldn’t come in public like this—she just couldn’t!

  “Malik—Malik, stop,” she exclaimed breathlessly, trying to disentangle herself from the big Kindred’s muscular arms.

  Very reluctantly, he drew back, a little frown playing around the corners of his sensuous mouth.

  “But I have not even made you come yet, Mistress. Do you not want to begin your inspection with a public orgasm?”

  “Absolutely not!” Nikki exclaimed and then remembered who she was supposed to be.

  Probably Mistress Hellenix loved coming in public—and the louder the better. But she still couldn’t bring herself to let Malik get her all the way off in front of the forty other slaves who were watching with wide eyes.

  “I mean…” She cleared her throat. “I, uh, don’t choose to have a…a public orgasm right now. You may stop, Malik.”

  His frown grew but he withdrew from her and stood at attention at the side of the throne-couch instead.

  “Very well, Mistress. Then shall I allow the other slaves to come forward and make their obeisance?”

  Suddenly Nikki understood what he meant—or thought she did, anyway. Was he really expecting her to sit here, while the couch groped her, and let forty strangers kiss her crotch?

  Apparently so, because the first slave in line was already kneeling at the foot of the dais, waiting for his chance to come up and “pay obeisance” to her and the others in line were waiting their turn as well.

  Oh no—I can’t do this! I can’t handle it—no way! Letting Malik kiss her was one thing—she was sort of beginning to feel like she knew the big Kindred bodyslave, in a strange way. But she didn’t know these other slaves and she was not interested in the reverse harem situation that Mistress Hellenix seemed to have set up here.

  “Actually, you know, I think I’d like to continue the rest of the tour instead,” she said, jumping up. Thankfully, this caused the black grass to release its hold on her instantly and she felt it leave her panties with a profound sense of relief.

  “Then do you wish to let the downstairs slaves perform their obeisance later?” Malik asked.

  “No,” Nikki said quickly. “These, uh, downstairs slaves are excused from performing obeisance at this time. We can, uh, do it at another time. Maybe during the next inspection.” Which would hopefully only take place after the real Mistress Hellenix was firmly back in place.

  “Will you not even allow them to kiss your feet?” Malik asked. “I thought that was why you chose not to wear shoes.”

  Nikki hadn’t worn shoes because the big Kindred hadn’t offered her any when he was getting her dressed, so she had assumed that the real Mistress Hellenix just walked around her mansion barefoot for the fun of it. Actually, her toes were kind of cold from the hard marble floor but she didn’t want the slaves slobbering over her feet any more than she’d wanted them kissing her crotch. What kind of a twisted, perverted place was this world where her evil twin lived anyway?

  “They don’t need to pay me any obeisance at all,” she said. “Not at this time, anyway. I don’t feel like it.”

  Malik frowned and looked like he wanted to say something but Nikki did her best to put an imperious look on her face.

  “Malik, please—let’s continue the tour,” she said firmly.

  He shrugged, his broad, bare shoulders rolling with the motion.

  “As my Mistress wishes. Come.”

  He led the way down the dais and Nikki heard him telling the other slaves to disperse and go back to their regular duties. This meant that the golden statue slaves went back to pose on their pedestals and the rest melted away to do whatever domestic tasks they were regularly assigned.

  Some of them seemed to be murmuring among themselves and casting covert glances at her as they left but Nikki didn’t care. She gave a little breath of relief when she saw them leaving—at least she didn’t have to worry about forty muscular strangers kissing her crotch now!

  “Come, Mistress—the upstairs slaves await,” Malik said, making her feel worried all over again. But what else could she do but follow?

  Chapter Six

  Malik led the way down the black marble dais and Nikki followed him along the cavernous black and gold room until they came to a vast, curving staircase that extended to the upper floor. As they climbed it, she admired the walls, which were decorated with art. Golden frames stood out against the black background and though she couldn’t make out what the paintings were supposed to be, all of them looked expensive.

  Some kind of modern art, I guess, she thought, looking at one which was a series of shifting patterns in pink, blue, and bright green flowing over a black canvas.

  At the top of the staircase, she was greeted with another long hallway, lined with more of the golden statue-slaves. But there was something new—the vaulted ceiling high above was clear glass and she could see a cloudy purplish sky.

  The long, continuous skylight wasn’t the most interesting thing about the hallway though. Just under the ceiling was a clear tube half filled with pale turquoise liquid. It might have been water but Nikki didn’t like to assume too much after the weird spa treatments. The tube ran the length of the hallway and then took a curving bend around the corner and disappeared in a downwards slant.

  Nikki wondered about the tube. Was it part of the immense mansion’s plumbing system? But why would it be there, right out in the open? And what was the use of so much water—if it was water—anyway? Was the opulent dwelling powered hydraulically? She was a naturally curious person and she was itching to ask Ma