“Hmmm,” he rumbled again. “The two of you look well together, yet you are somewhat mismatched in size. Your body-slave is much bigger than you are, Mistress Cassandra. Are you not the same species?”
Luckily, they had prepared for this question, too.
“Stone is a Blood Kindred,” Cassie said quickly. “He was taken by pirates from his people at a young age and raised to serve. I bought him at the Flesh Bazaar five cycles ago precisely because I liked his size and strength. The bigger and stronger one’s body-slave is, the higher one’s status on my home planet of Yonnie Six.”
Which was true, at least according to Stone, who seemed to know a lot about the strange world Cassie was claiming to be from.
“We see…yes, we see…” Gozeriam burbled, nodding ponderously. “Very well, then, if the size difference is acceptable—even preferable—to your people, then it should not present a problem. But let us see your body-slave’s shaft.”
Cassie swallowed hard.
“His…you want me to show you his…”
“His shaft,” Xempi Gozeriam repeated, somewhat impatiently and the slime around him began to take on the slightest yellow tinge. As though to illustrate his point, part of the slime suddenly extended into the air in front of him in a distinctly phallic shape.
“Ah yes. Yes, his shaft.” Cassie cleared her throat. “Stone, allow his Slimefullness to see your, uh, shaft.”
Again, without a trace of embarrassment or a moment of hesitation, Stone opened the front of his leather trousers and pushed them down, exposing his cock.
Cassie tried not to look but she couldn’t help herself, she cut her eyes to the left to catch a glimpse of her partner’s equipment. He was soft at the moment, but his size was still quite impressive. Not as big as The Beast but that was a good thing, in Cassie’s view. You didn’t want to be with a guy who was so big he could literally split you in two.
“Well? I hope my slave it to your liking?” she asked Gozeriam, feeling confident the porn king would say yes.
But Gozeriam frowned, his wide, lipless mouth turning down at the corners.
“It is impossible to tell the true size when your slave is flaccid. Take him in hand and make him hard, Mistress Cassandra.”
“You want me to…to…” Cassie cleared her throat.
“Were our instructions somehow unclear?” Xempi Gozeriam burbled.
Cassie opened her mouth to answer—or perhaps make an excuse as to why she couldn’t do what he was asking…And then she saw that Gozeriam’s slime layer was taking on a distinct yellowish-orange tinge. Clearly he was beginning to get annoyed, which was a bad thing.
“Of course not, your Greatness,” she said quickly.
Hugging Stone hadn’t been a bit awkward, but actually grabbing hold of his dick and starting to stroke him, was awkward as hell. Cassie hoped her partner wouldn’t mind that she was doing this to him—they hadn’t really discussed how they would handle intimate touching if their cover called for it. They had kind of glossed over it, hoping it wouldn’t be an issue.
Well, it’s an issue now, Cassie thought to herself. I hope Stone isn’t one of those guys who has performance problems. If having somebody watch while I touch him keeps him from getting hard, we’re going to be in trouble here.
Luckily, that didn’t appear to be a problem. Almost as soon as she touched him, Stone’s shaft began to grow and harden in her hand. Cassie tried not to stare at it—if she was really his Mistress, she would have touched and handled his body thousands of times by now. But it was hard not to look and to keep the surprise off her face at the impressive size and girth her partner achieved after only a few strokes of her hand.
Wow, he’s really big! she couldn’t help thinking. She knew all Kindred were supposed to be well-hung but knowing that and actually seeing Stone with his pants down were two different things.
In fact, the sight was so mesmerizing that she just kept stroking, marveling at the way she couldn’t even wrap her fingers all the way around his thickness and at the silky feel of his skin and the heat and heft and length of his cock and…
“Mistress…” Stone’s deep voice was hoarse. “Mistress, please…”
“Hmm?” Cassie looked up and saw a strained look on his face.
“Forgive me, Mistress, but your hand feels too good,” he grated out. “If you do not stop, I fear I will shame myself.”
Oh my God—he’s saying he’s about to come!
Hastily, Cassie yanked her hand away. What was wrong with her, anyway? Gozeriam had told her to make him hard—not jerk him off! How embarrassing! How was she ever going to explain this to Stone when they were finally alone together?
“Hmmm….” Xempi Gozeriam burbled, his slitted eyes directed at Stone’s crotch. “Most impressive, for a non-slime entity. In fact, he appears to be too impressive to achieve penetration of you, Mistress Cassandra, if your size differences hold true. Do they?”
“Oh, um…” Cassie cast another sidelong look at her partner. Would Stone fit if they made love? Not that they ever would, of course. But hypothetically, would he?
I don’t know, she thought uneasily. If he did, it would certainly be a tight squeeze and I would have to be really, really wet for him…
Just the thought made her want to blush but she knew she couldn’t show any embarrassment or hesitance.
“Well…” she began.
“You non-slime creatures are not able to alter your thickness or size,” Xempi Gozeriam went on, ignoring her. “As we Slimerians can,” he added proudly.
Once more, the slime around his midsection formed into a kind of glistening, clear phallus. It grew and lengthened, snaking through the air until it came to the closest guard—a woman of Amazonian proportions who looked to be around six and a half feet tall at least. She had blue skin and flame-red hair and a stoic expression on her face.
Cassie watched, fascinated and sickened at the same time, as the slime phallus found the gap in the tall guard’s metal bikini bottom and slid smoothly into her exposed pussy.
“Do you see?” Gozeriam burbled. “We can adjust our slimeshaft to fill Bertrina here as much or as little as we wish.” As he spoke, the narrow slime phallus which had slipped up inside the guard’s pussy suddenly thickened to twice its original width.
Bertina’s stoic expression never changed, but Cassie saw the hand holding the spear tighten until her knuckles showed white. The slimeshaft had to be stretching her inner walls to the limit and yet she never said a word as her boss penetrated her cruelly, the thickened slimeshaft thrusting in and out of her unprotected pussy with a wet squelching sound.
Ugh! That poor girl!
Cassie had to work hard to keep her expression neutral as she looked away from what Gozeriam was doing to his guard.
“That…that is an impressive display, your Slimefullness,” she admitted, her throat going dry. She was thanking her lucky stars that Pocker had warned her against applying for the guard job. She felt she would rather die than endure what Betrina was going through at the moment!
“Our point is, that we are able to adjust our thickness and size,” Gozeriam said, at last withdrawing his slimeshaft from Bertrina’s pussy. “But non-slime persons, such as your body-slave, cannot. Given that he is, in all probability, too large to penetrate you, how do you intend to make a good showing for us?”
Luckily, Cassie was ready for this question.
“Your Greatness,” she said, keeping her chin high. “As you probably know, we Yonnite Mistresses never allow a male to penetrate us. So the size of my body-slave’s shaft in comparison with my own, er, opening, is a complete non-issue.”
“We see…we see…” Xempi Gozeriam nodded. “So what do you intend to do as your display for us today?”
“If I may answer, Mistress?” Stone looked at her and Cassie nodded.
“You may, Stone.”
“Thank you.” He nodded and turned to Gozeriam. “Your Slimefullness, my Mistress and I intend to display f
or you today an erotic massage in the true Yonnite tradition,” he said. “It is a scenario that will titillate any Yonnie Mistress who observes it and it should prove that we will be excellent performers for your intended pornography.”
“Very well,” Gozeriam rumbled. “You may proceed.”
“Um, we’re going to need some props, though,” Cassie protested. “We can’t exactly just lie down in the middle of the floor to do a massage. We’ll need a massage table and oil and towels…”
She had been hoping that the porn magnate would declare that he didn’t have all of that equipment on hand and they would have to put off the display until later, but Xempi Gozeriam only said,
“Of course. We understand.”
He motioned to one of the other guards—not Bertrina—and she pushed a button on the back wall. Suddenly, a glowing orb began descending from the ceiling. It was the size and shape of a volleyball but it shimmered all over, throwing dazzling rainbows in every direction. It was so bright Cassie could barely stand to look at it.
“What is that?” she breathed, taking a cautious step back from the shimmering rainbow orb. It was certainly pretty, but it might also be dangerous, she thought.
“That is a dream-star,” Gozeriam rumbled. “One of you must touch it and envision all the things you need for your display.”
“I see.” Cassie was reaching out to touch the shimmering rainbow surface when Stone put a hand on her arm to stop her.
“Mistress, may I?” he asked, giving her a protective look. Clearly he was afraid the dream-star thing might hurt Cassie and he wanted to put himself between her and any possible harm.
Cassie wanted to sigh at his over-protectiveness, but that would be breaking character. So she simply nodded and said,
“Of course, Stone. As you massage me all the time, you must know even better than I do what supplies we need.”
“Thank you, Mistress.” Stone touched the glowing orb with his fingertips, his lids fluttering closed as his brow furrowed in concentration.
And then, suddenly, everything changed.
Twenty-Six
“What…where are we?” Cassie looked around herself in wonder.
The vast, shadowy throne room of Xempi Gozeriam had disappeared and in its place was a tropical hut.
She knew the hut was tropical because there was a wide-open door in one wall which showed a shimmering layer of pure white sand outside. Just past the sand was clear turquoise water. Waves were lapping lazily at the beach with a soft shush…shush…shush sound.
Strands of large, waxy flowers in bright shades of vermillion and crimson had been strung together and hung on the wooden walls of the hut. The air was filled with their heady scent as well as the faint fragrance of coconut. A soft, warm wind from the ocean swirled in through the open door, adding a tang of salt to the air.
In the center of the hut, was a padded massage table covered in a snowy white sheet. There was another, smaller table to one side which was filled with many different bottles of all different sizes and shapes. Were those…massage oils?
“What is this place?” she asked again. “How did we get here?”
“The dream-star has created the environment you find yourself in, Mistress Cassandra,” Gozeriam’s deep, burbling voice answered her from somewhere outside the hut. “It makes thoughts into reality—for a time.”
“So…you thought all this up?” Cassie asked, turning to Stone. He was still bare chested and wearing his black leather trousers and slave collar, she noticed, but he was barefoot on the sandy floor of the hut.
She was barefoot herself, Cassie saw. And she was no longer wearing the metal bikini Kat had made for her. Instead, she had on a white halter top which tied at the neck and back and a pair of white boy-shorts to match it. Both were made of the kind of material that would be completely see-through if you got them wet, Cassie thought, and both were much softer than the hard metal bikini.
“You made all of this—including my clothes?” she asked Stone again.
He nodded and reached out to brush a strand of hair out of Cassie’s face.
“I hope you like them, Mistress,” he murmured. “I want you to be as comfortable as possible.”
Cassie bit her lip. Without her cape and the twin swatches of crimson cloth that had attached to the front and back of the metal bikini bottoms, she felt much more exposed. Which made her wonder—did Stone like to see her exposed? Had he been fantasizing about something like this? After all, the tropical hut in all its minute detail and the clothing she was wearing was a lot to think up on the spur of the moment.
“We suggest you get on with your display, Mistress,” Gozeriam’s voice burbled. “As I said, the dream-star only lasts for a time. You do not wish to waste your illusion of privacy, or bore and annoy us by wasting our time.”
Cassie read his message loud and clear—put out or get out. It was time to prove she and her partner could do porn together.
The trouble was, she was extremely nervous. She’d been in stressful situations at work before—being a cop wasn’t easy or stress-free, after all. But she’d never been in a position that made her feel so vulnerable—so unsure of herself. What if she hyperventilated? What if she couldn’t go through with it? What if—
“Mistress…” Stone’s voice was deep and soothing as he placed a big, warm hand between her shoulder blades. “Why do you not lie down on the massage table and let me begin to relax you?”
“Oh, um…okay, sure.” Cassie nodded and shot her partner a grateful look.
If Stone was angry at her for nearly jerking him off earlier, he certainly didn’t show it. He helped her up onto the massage table and twisted her hair gently into a bun at the nape of her neck to get it out of the way. Cassie stiffened a little when he untied the strings of her halter top, but he didn’t make any other move to take the top off—he simply laid the strings aside.
“So I do not get massage oil on your hair or clothing, Mistress,” he murmured in her ear.
“Oh… Thank you, Stone,” she whispered back.
“You will be all right,” he rumbled softly. “Simply relax and let me tend to you, Mistress.”
“All right,” Cassie murmured. Taking a deep breath, she tried to relax as Stone began rubbing up and down her bare back in long, slow strokes. His big, warm hands actually felt really good on her and he seemed to know exactly what he was doing.
In the past, Cassie had taken a sensual massage class with her ex—another failed attempt to save their marriage. According to their teacher, the idea was to massage each other and say nice things about the body part they were massaging as they did. So Cassie was supposed to say things like, ‘What strong legs you have!’ or compliment Keith’s dick while she rubbed him with massage oil in those places.
Unfortunately, her ex hadn’t been very good at returning the compliments or the massage. He just kept talking about how “thick” her thighs were and how she could stand to lose some weight in her hips and how her ass was too big—none of which translated into a very relaxing or sensual experience for Cassie. Also, he either rubbed her too hard or too soft and he kept stopping to complain that his hands and fingers were tired.
All-in-all, it had been the worst massage Cassie had ever had. She’d felt judged every minute—which was one reason she always asked for a female massage therapist now.
It was different, however, with Stone doing the massaging. He worked slowly and methodically, using an oil with a light, delicious fragrance that sent warmth tingling through Cassie’s skin and muscles.
“Stone,” she murmured, sighing deeply. “You’re so good at this.”
“Thank you, Mistress.” His strong hands kneaded her shoulders, releasing the tension that had been trapped there ever since they’d walked into the palace. “You are most kind. I feel privileged to handle and massage your beautiful body.”
“Oh, Stone…” Cassie bit her lip and shifted a little. Did he mean that or was he just saying it because he was pla
ying the part of her devoted body-slave?
It was hard to tell, but whether he was enjoying giving her a massage or not, her partner was certainly good at it. In fact, Cassie had relaxed so much that her muscles felt like melted butter…until Stone started tugging on the waistband of her shorts.
“Stone?” Her voice went high and uncertain as he began to pull them down. She had to stifle the urge to reach back and make a wild grab to keep the fabric in place over her hips and ass.
“Please relax, Mistress,” Stone murmured soothingly. “You know that I always massage you everywhere in order to release tension and maximize your relaxation.”
“Everywhere?” Cassie’s voice was almost a squeak and she lost the struggle to hold still and snatched at the back of her shorts.
In that instant, she had forgotten that anyone else was watching and that she was supposed to be playing a part. The tropical hut with the waves shushing outside felt so real, it seemed like it was just her and her partner alone. And normally, Stone wouldn’t be trying to get her naked—the big Kindred was always very respectful of her, especially when it was just the two of them. He had never once made a pass at her.
But now he was being quite insistent, tugging at her shorts to pull them down as Cassie tried to pull them back up.
“Mistress…” Stone rumbled warningly. Cassie felt the heat of his big body along her spine as he leaned over to her, and then his warm breath tickled her ear as he rumbled softly, “Gozeriam is watching, Cassandra. Please…trust me.”
Reality came back and Cassie realized she could be blowing their cover by trying to keep her partner from getting her naked. Reluctantly, she released the shorts and allowed Stone to pull them all the way off, leaving her completely bare on the massage table.
Well, at least I’m still face-down, she thought, pressing her thighs together tightly. Which meant her partner couldn’t see her breasts and sex. Although he was probably getting an eyeful of her problem areas—her too-large hips, thighs, and ass.
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