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  “Lyra, what are you doing?” Kaylee hissed at her friend in desperation. “Why are you saying this?”

  “I’m sorry, Kaylee—it just slipped out.” Lyra looked at her wide-eyed but Kaylee thought she could see a spark of malice dancing far back in the depths of her “friend’s” innocent gaze.

  “Lyra, I hope you have some evidence to back up such scandalous statements,” Lady Minora said. “If you don’t, there is no excuse for spewing such filth in my presence.”

  “Oh, your Eminence, I didn’t mean to say it,” Lyra cried. “But I do happen to have something here,” she continued slyly, pulling her thin little Commnuni-K out of her yellow gotha-hide handbag. “Do you have a viewing screen?”

  “I do indeed.” Lady Minora made an imperious motion with one hand and a muscular slave wearing nothing but a brief blue loincloth came forward and held out his hand to Lyra. “Give Manos here your device, Lyra,” the older female commanded. “Let us dim the lights and see if your accusations are well founded. If so, some serious punishment must be considered. Allowing a dangerous slave to escape by accident is one thing—setting him free after fornicating with him is quite another.” She fixed Kaylee with a stern and disgusted look. “I only hope that Lyra here is mistaken.”

  “I…but I…” Kaylee couldn’t think of anything to say in her own defense. She watched in horror as the large, muscular slave hooked Lyra’s Commnuni-K to a home projection system, dimmed the lights, and pulled down a large white screen at the front of the room.

  “I was originally just trying to document this for training purposes,” Lyra was explaining. “I mean, he was a new slave and I wanted to have a record of everything so we could see what worked and what didn’t. And then, well, things started getting out of hand…”

  “Enough, Lyra. I will watch for myself,” Lady Minora made an imperious gesture for silence with one hand.

  Kaylee wanted to sink into the ground as the screen flickered to life. She was filled with dread for what was about to be revealed. Not because she regretted what she had done with Solar—she couldn’t regret it no matter how she tried. But there was no doubt she would be perceived differently now—in a very negative light. Allowing a male to penetrate you was considered little better than bestiality on Yonnie Six—even in her small home town it would have gotten her shunned. Here in the capital city of Opulex, it was likely to get her imprisoned.

  The scene opened with a shot of Solar standing with his muscular arms spread and bound in the dungeon. He looked up, as though staring into the lens of the Communi-K on purpose, his gold and green eyes flashing.

  Kaylee was surprised at the surge of sadness that hit her at the sight of him. It wasn’t just lust she felt when she saw his big body—there was something more. Something that tugged her towards him like an invisible cord fastened somewhere under her heart. She couldn’t help remembering the hurt look in his eyes before he left and his words came back to her too… “Would you want to be bound to me forever?” he’d asked her.

  It had seemed unthinkable at the time. She barely knew him and he was a male and a slave. But now Kaylee wondered—what would it be like to be bound to Solar? To know he was always there to care for and protect her? To be able to seek shelter in those strong arms anytime she needed to? To let him penetrate her every night and revel in the feeling of him inside her…on top of her…

  The thought sent a shiver of pure longing through her. Even the dread of what was about to happen to her couldn’t dispel it. Suddenly she wished more than anything else that she’d gone with him. She couldn’t have kept him with her—she knew that now. On Yonnie Six he would always be a second class citizen, marked as unfit because of his gender. But there were other places in the galaxy where that wasn’t true. Worlds where males and females lived together in peace and harmony. What if they had found a world like that to be together on? Would it really have been so bad?

  No, she thought, a little sob catching in her throat. It would have been wonderful. Much better than being stuck here pretending to be something I’m not. I’m not some powerful, fashionable mistress. I’m just a plain little shop girl from Tulga and I’ve been fooling myself with all this wealth and power. Letting Lyra tell me what to do so I could try to fit in and look where it got me! I’ll probably be thrown into prison or—

  An indrawn breath coming from the elevated chaise lounge of Lady Minora interrupted her bitter thoughts.

  “My Goddess.” Lady Minora sounded well and truly scandalized. “I can scarcely believe this!”

  On the white viewing screen, a close up shot of Solar’s shaft sliding against her cleft was in full view. Her panties were pushed up and to one side, hiding her tiny patch of red-gold curls, but the inside of her pussy was clearly revealed. How had Lyra gotten such an intimate shot? She never would have done anything like this in front of the other girl if she’d realized she was being recorded!

  She blushed with mortification, feeling all the blood in her body rush to her face as the scene went on and on. There was no sound with the recording—of course Lyra would have gotten rid of that. If she’d left it in, Lady Minora would have heard her urging Kaylee to “harvest” her new slave’s nectar and seed. As it was, with only the images to go by, the video was damming evidence indeed.

  Kaylee closed her eyes, unable to watch anymore. This was going to land her in prison—she was sure of it. There was no greater crime on Yonnie Six than to allow male penetration. She would be labeled a dirty pervert and a criminal who had conspired to have penetrative sex with her dangerous slave and then set him free. They would lock her up and throw away the key. She would never see the light of day again. She—

  “Lyra! What is the meaning of this?” Lady Minora’s sharp, angry exclamation made Kaylee snap her eyes open and focus on the screen again. What she saw made her jaw drop.

  The penetration—or attempted penetration really, since she’d never gotten that far while Lyra was still in the dungeon—was still playing. But when the image went from a close up to a full screen view, the face of the girl who was trying to mount Solar’s shaft wasn’t hers—it was Lyra’s!

  Kaylee blinked, trying to process this. How in the world could it be? Had Lyra somehow gotten to Solar when she wasn’t looking? But no—that was impossible. And besides, the body Lyra’s head was on was wearing the outfit Kaylee had been wearing yesterday. Somehow, someone had put Lyra’s head on her body but it had been done so seamlessly and perfectly that no one who hadn’t been there would ever have known it was a fake.

  “Lyra!” Lady Minora snapped again. She clapped her hands at her slave. “Manos—turn off this filth! I cannot see it any more lest I shall be sick.”

  “At once, my Mistress,” the big slave rumbled.

  The video stopped playing and the lights came up, showing an angry Lady Minora and a red-faced Lyra.

  “Your Eminence,” she began. “I assure you this is some kind of a fake—a forgery! I would never—”

  “Except it appears that you did,” Lady Minora snapped. “What happened, Lyra—did you show me the wrong part of the vid by accident? Maybe you and Kaylee here took turns with her new slave and you recorded both encounters.”

  “No, of course not!” Lyra protested, but Lady Minora was not to be stopped or interrupted.

  “Silence!” she snapped. “I think I see what went on here. Kaylee is an innocent—she knows nothing of our ways here in Opulex. I know because my dear friend, Jamelda, told me so when she explained why she was leaving everything to Kaylee in her will. She had hoped that her niece would remain unspoiled by the wealth she left her but in that, I am afraid, her wishes were thwarted. Thwarted by you, Lyra.”

  “Your Eminence,” Lyra sputtered. “I never—”

  “You latched onto the poor, innocent Kaylee and got her to buy a slave that wasn’t suited to her at all,” Lady Minora went on. “And then you taught her depravity and filth. Oh yes, young lady—I know your reputation,” she continued, glaring at Lyra. �