Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
But T’zaren was suddenly alert. The sleepy lust on his face had been replaced by a grim protectiveness.
“She’s flipped, hasn’t she?” he growled, frowning at the seamstress. “Her Dark Face has come out and it’s dominant, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” The seamstress looked ready to cry. “I worked for Mistress Shin’dara—for the Dark Face—long ago, but it was the Light Face, Lady Twa’linda, who hired me permanently. I remember the bad old days too well—I knew I had to warn you!”
“Thank you but I’m afraid this isn’t wholly a surprise,” T’zaren growled. “It’s as I’ve always said—you can’t trust a Twainer.”
“So…she’s dangerous now? Now that she’s gone over to the, uh, Dark Side, I mean?” Lucy asked uncertainly.
“Dangerous and unpredictable,” T’zaren told her. “We must be on our guard.” He nodded at the seamstress. “Thank you for warning us.”
“It was the least I could do. I am Lady Twa’linda’s oldest servant—and the only female one,” the seamstress said. “She told me last night she felt ‘the change’ coming. She was trying to hold it back—to keep Mistress Shin’dara locked up tight—but she said if she couldn’t, I must see to you.” She looked at Lucy. “She really likes you, you see—even though she doesn’t believe you’re a true Dom’mesque.”
“If Lady Twa’linda didn’t believe our act, it’s doubtful if Mistress Shin’dara will either,” T’zaren growled.
“But…but what about the dimriel?” Lucy asked. “Will we still be able to get some?”
T’zaren scowled.
“If I had to guess, I’d say our deal with Lady Twa’linda to get the dimriel is dead on the table. We’ll have to make a new deal with Mistress Shin’dara—if she’s willing to deal with us at all, that is.”
“Well how do we get her to deal with us?” Lucy asked.
Despite this new wrinkle in their mission, she was still determined to get the heart-stone the Monstrum Mother Ship needed to survive. She’d be damned if she’d run away with her tail between her legs just because their hostess had literally woken up on the wrong side of the bed!
“You must begin by looking like a true Dom’mesque,” the seamstress said. She had apparently brought her cart full of spray cans with her because now she ran to get it and brought it to the side of the bed.
“I see you’ve come prepared,” T’zaren said.
The seamstress nodded.
“The trousers you had on last night will do fine for today—though I must fashion you some cock rings and a collar and leash,” she said. Then she turned to Lucy. “But you, my Lady—you must be dressed much more severely than you were last night. Allow me to help you and we must hurry—Mistress Shin’dara may call for the two of you at any time.”
“Oh, of course.” Lucy nodded and got out of the bed. She was still stark naked but modesty was taking a back seat to expedience now. She and T’zaren would have to look and act their parts as never before if they wanted to pull this deal off!
The seamstress got to work at once. From the bottom of the floating cart, she pulled out a large golden spray can that Lucy hadn’t seen earlier. It had a dark circle on the side and when the seamstress pointed it at her, the paint that shot out was as black as midnight. But instead of the stretchy texture of the spray-paint dress she’d worn the night before, this paint hardened into a much stiffer fabric. In fact, it didn’t really feel like fabric at all.
“This is like leather,” Lucy said, feeling the ragged edge of the top, which was sprayed across the top swells of her breasts.
“Yes—it’s sprayable banthum hide,” the seamstress said, sounding distracted as she finished applying the top of Lucy’s outfit and put the can down. “It’s quite expensive and Lady Twa’linda hardly ever wants it. She prefers looser, more flowing fabrics—ones that grant easy access for penetration so she can interact with her staff and guards, you know.”
“I’m guessing Mistress Shin’dara isn’t quite so permissive with her staff,” T’zaren growled as he pulled on the black trousers from the night before. The deep V in the front clearly showed both his shafts but neither was hard at the moment.
“Oh no—certainly not!” the seamstress exclaimed. “Why the guard on duty this morning came into her room to give her a ‘good morning fuck’ and I’m afraid he got a dreadful surprise when he found Mistress Shin’dara instead of Lady Twa’linda!” She shook her head sadly. “The poor man! He’ll be lucky if his head doesn’t wind up on a spike outside the stronghold before the day is through!”
“What? She’d kill him?” Lucy asked, aghast.
“Oh yes—for wrongful penetration? Most certainly.” The seamstress nodded as she pulled out her tools and started working on the sprayed-on leather top. “And for Mistress Shin’dara, any penetration of a female by a male is wrongful penetration. She absolutely will not tolerate it!”