Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
I’ll be damned if I give up now! she thought angrily. She’d already endured the humiliation of a public spanking—a few hours of wearing the stupid bracelets wouldn’t make any difference.
Sirex seemed to come to the same conclusion.
“Very well, give me the bracelets,” he growled at last. Y’sfer handed him the box and he removed one of the thick golden manacles and turned to Phoebe.
Silently, she held out her wrists to him. There was no point in fighting about it—this was going to happen. It was the only way they could complete their mission.
“Ah, I see she’s better behaved now,” Y’sfer remarked as Sirex fastened first one and then the second manacle around Phoebe’s wrists.
“Yes, she is.” Lord Thruck sounded less than pleased about it. Phoebe wondered why and then she remembered the greedy look in his yellow eyes as he had watched Sirex spanking her. Maybe he liked watching women get punished.
“There,” Sirex said, as he finished putting the second manacle around her wrist and snapping it in place. “Now, is there some kind of key I can use if I want to take them off her?”
“We are afraid not. We hold the key to all the non-cons ourself,” Lord Thruck said, with a self-satisfied smirk. “You may use the key to free your female when you leave the palace. If you wish to—many of our guests decide to keep their female in the bracelets indefinitely,” he added. “It makes them so much more tractable.”
“Yes, I’m sure it does,” Sirex growled. “Very well. Now may I have an audience with the Emperor?”
“We never got to finish examining your female,” Thruck said, frowning with his sane head. (The other one, with three eyes, looked completely crazy to Phoebe.) “Strip her and bring her forward again.”
This time it was Sirex removing her clothing. As he pulled away her top, Phoebe instinctively tried to cover her breasts with her hands—at once a powerful jolt of electricity shocked her.
“Ow!” she cried. It was like sticking all ten of her fingers in a light socket at once!
“Ah-ha—that is what you get for trying to hide your body from a male who wishes to look at you!” Thruck remarked in his high, whiny voice. There was a self-satisfied smirk on his face that Phoebe wanted to wipe away with her fist!
But she couldn’t, of course. She couldn’t do anything but stand there with her hands at her sides—very carefully not touching any of her “lady bits” as her Granny called them—and wait as Sirex removed her skirt as well.
“There—look! Now we know why she was trying to hide her tits,” Undersecretary Y’sfer exclaimed, pointing at Phoebe’s breasts. “Why, her nipples aren’t even pierced!”
“What? How shocking!” Lord Thruck leaned down to get a better look and Phoebe was suddenly confronted with both of his heads—each as big and as a large watermelon—right in her face.
She had to fight to keep herself from flinching back from the Trollox’s scrutiny. The breath of the crazy head was foul—it smelled like rotten meat and hot garbage—not surprising since all the teeth in its wide, drooling mouth were little brown stubs.
But having the non-crazy head so close to her was even worse somehow. There was a hungry light in the tiny yellow eyes—much too small for the enormous face—that made Phoebe’s blood run cold.
He really does like seeing people get hurt—especially women. He hates women, she thought and knew it was true.
Sirex stepped closer, pulling her back against his side protectively.
“What does that have to do with me getting to see the Emperor?” he demanded.
“Why, we cannot have a female with unpierced nipples abusing the eyes of the Shining One!” Thruck remarked, straightening up at last to Phoebe’s immense relief. “Besides, everyone knows nipple rings are the only proper way to control a female when she’s wearing a harness!”
“I am not piercing my female’s nipples—I don’t care what you say!” Sirex growled. “I’ve punished her enough for one day.”
“Well, then I suppose you’ll have to leave the palace.” Undersecretary Y’sfer shrugged his narrow shoulders. “We can’t have unpierced nipples here!”
Phoebe’s heart sank. Were they really going to fail their mission over this? Maybe she should go ahead and let them pierce her nipples—though the very thought of anything sharp going through such a sensitive area made her wince in horrors.
“She’s once for dinner and twice for tea. Some for the lady and some for me!”
The new voice was low and rumbling—after a moment, Phoebe realized it was the crazy head of Lord Thruck that was talking.
“What’s that? What did you say?” The sane head turned toward the mad one, frowning.
“She came to see and stay she must. The Emperor’s gaze will see her lust,” the second head said in that deep, grating voice. Then the third eye in the center of its forehead abruptly popped open, showing a vivid purple iris with a slitted pupil, like a cat’s eye. “I see you, little girl,” the crazy head’s voice went high—almost as high as the normal head’s voice. “You’re going to stay but you might be sorry you did!”