Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Very well.” Ketha put a hand on her hip and tapped her fingernails. She was just about to check her communications device and see if her Mother had found out she’d skipped her appointment yet, when Schulo came back in leading the biggest male she’d ever seen in her life.
“Here he is, Little Mistresss,” he hissed proudly. “Your new Kindred bodyssslave!”
3
KETHA
For a long moment, Ketha was at a loss for words. This new male looked nothing like Speaks Softly—nothing at all.
He was much bigger for one thing—he must be over seven feet tall, Ketha estimated. The top of her own head would barely come up past his elbow. And he was massively muscular—his muscles had muscles!
But Speaks had been fairly tall and well built, even though he had been bent with age at the end. However, the similarities between the two Kindred ended there. Because this new male had dark red skin, covered in curving black tattoos. Even stranger, he had glowing golden eyes and two short horns that curved up from either side of his forehead.
“What in the name of the Goddess?” Ketha demanded, staring up at the enormous male. “Are you sure he’s even Kindred? He doesn’t look like any Kindred I’ve ever seen!”
To her surprise, it was the bodyslave himself who answered her.
“That’s because I’m a Dae’mon Kindred, little girl,” he rumbled in a voice so deep Ketha swore she could feel it vibrating her bones. “We’re pretty fucking rare.”
“A Dae’mon Kindred?” Ketha looked at Schulo for confirmation.
The Saurian slaver nodded eagerly.
“Yesss, yesss—they are quite rare, little Mistresss,” he hissed. “I had to do a rather expensssive deal with a Qurathian smuggler to get him for you!”
“Fuckin’ Chu’lex!” the Dae’mon Kindred growled. “He told me he had a special delivery—he never said I was the delivery he was talking about.”
He had thick black hair and cheeks that were dark with stubble but Ketha could see his jaw clenching with anger just the same.
“What’s he talking about?” she demanded of Schulo. “He doesn’t sound like he’s been conditioned properly at all!”
While the majority of the Mistresses on Yonnie Six used pain collars to keep their slaves under control, Mistress Morebutt preferred to use the much more expensive mental methods to keep her slaves in line.
This involved the use of a special conditioning helmet which linked directly to the slave’s brain and actually changed the pattern of their thoughts. A properly conditioned slave was happy to serve and needed no pain collar to make him obey his new Mistress.
It might have sounded more humane than a pain collar, but Ketha knew the truth—her mother was no great humanitarian. Mistress Morebutt was simply squeamish about seeing a slave writhe in agony. She had all her slaves re-conditioned on a yearly basis so she never had to worry about revolts or runaways. The only exception had been Speaks—after Ketha had come along, he had stayed of his own free will, without the need for conditioning.
He stayed because he loved me, Ketha thought wistfully. But there was no way a big brute like this was going to grow tender feelings for her or her mother—she was certain of that. And having a male this big and powerful under her roof if he wasn’t properly conditioned would be downright dangerous!
But Schulo was already hastening to deny her fears.
“No, no, little Mistresss!” he protested quickly. “I would never sssell you an unconditioned ssslave! It is true that he took a little longer to take to the conditioning than other ssslaves do—that wasss the delay in getting him ready for you. But now he is perfectly content to ssserve you. Go on—examine him and sssee for yourssself!”
“Well…” Ketha took a cautious step closer to the enormous Kindred and confirmed something for herself before she even touched him—the hot, spicy, masculine fragrance she’d been smelling since she stepped into Schulo’s office was definitely emanating from the big bodyslave.
Now that he was close, his scent was filling her senses and affecting her in strange ways. Once more she felt her nipples getting tight under the thin green silk gown she wore and she had to squeeze her thighs together to stop her pussy from throbbing.
“Touch him! Examine him!” Schulo urged. “Isss he not a fine ssspecimen? Your mother will be the talk of all Opulex if ssshe walks into a gala with him trailing behind her!”
Ketha had to admit he was right about that. She’d never seen a bodyslave so huge and imposing looking before! He looked like some kind of death deity or maybe a primitive God of War. But could he really be trusted?
There was only one way to find out.
Boldly, she stepped up and put her hand on the massive bodyslave’s bare chest. His skin was warm—almost hot—and his muscles twitched under her hand but he didn’t try to pull away. In fact, he leaned down to look at her, his golden eyes glowing into hers.