Unwrapped – Brides of the Kindred Read Online Evangeline Anderson

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Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 121146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
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“Oh, I don’t mind,” Celia assured her. “I’ll manage just fine on my own.”

“Oh good, thank you my dear.” The Mistress of Silks glanced at her breasts and shook her head. “It’s such a shame your nipples haven’t turned blue yet! You’d be such an asset to our Silk Production—I’m sure of it.”

Meaning that unless her nipples turned blue pretty quickly, she was going to get fed to the Mother Tree, Celia thought, feeling that icy cold fear in the pit of her stomach again. She really had to do something about that! But what?

The answer presented itself when she went to dump a fresh basket of silk into the “Pleasure Blue” dye. The silk landed with a splat and a droplet of the dye flew up and landed on the back of Celia’s hand.

It wasn’t hot, despite the way the liquid was steaming, but it did leave a little blue freckle on her skin, no matter how she tried to wipe it off.

Celia frowned.

“Well, apparently this stuff dyes skin too,” she muttered to herself. “Guess I’ll have to be more careful from now on.” And then a light bulb went off in her head. “Wait a minute, if it dyes skin…”

Looking around to make sure no one was looking, she opened the slits in the front of her red silk dress as wide as possible. Then, holding her right breast in both hands, she bent over the vat of Pleasure Blue dye and dipped her right nipple directly into it.

She was careful not to let the dye go past her areola and also careful not to let it drip down the underside of her breast. When she came up from the warm dye vat, she blotted her nipple on a bundle of undyed silk and made sure it was completely dry before she stood upright again.

“Hmm…not bad,” she muttered to herself, looking down. Her formerly pinkish brown nipple was now brilliant blue—the same color as the other women’s nipples in the Sisterhood.

She repeated the process with her left nipple and when she was done, she felt a lot more confident in her ability to survive in the sex/death cult for at least as long as it took to get the ship fixed.

At least, she hoped.

40

CELIA

“What the fuck happened to your nipples?” Fierce asked bluntly, when they all met again for the evening meal at the end of the day.

“Did they turn blue on their own?” Hold wanted to know. “I thought you had to have some kind of stimulation?”

“Shhh! I’ll tell you later,” Celia put a finger to her lips, since La’ver’na was walking around the dining area, observing everyone. When she finally got to the three of them, she took a look at Celia’s nipples and her face broke into an approving smile.

“Well, at last! I’m so pleased to see that the Mother Tree’s energy finally worked on you, my dear,” she said to Celia.

Celia let out a relieved breath she’d been holding and smiled back—even though she absolutely detested the unicorn priestess by now.

“Yes, thank you. I guess it just took a little time and, er, stimulation by my worshippers,” she said, nodding at Fierce and Hold.

“Indeed! And you can finally be considered full members of the Sisterhood. I also think you’ll find your worshippers easier to control, now that you have pleasure drops to give them,” La’ver’na added, winking at Celia and nodding at the two big Kindred. “Males can be such trouble if they’re not kept quiescent.”

“Oh, er—yes. You’re certainly right about that!” Celia nodded. “From now on they’ll behave much better, I’m sure,” she added.

“Well, they could hardly behave worse,” La’ver’na remarked, shooting Fierce a scathing look. “However, now that you’re all full members of the Sisterhood, we’ll let bygones be bygones.”

She nodded at Celia and walked away, her hooves tapping on the wooden floor.

“So I guess the pleasure drops do act as a mind-control substance,” Hold murmured. “That would explain all the blank stares I got today when I tried to talk to the other males on my work crew as we were tapping the leaf stems for the ‘Blood of the Mother.’ They’re like mindless machines, just doing what they’re told.”

“Speaking of which, we still don’t know exactly what this stuff does to a person,” Celia remarked, nodding down at her bark cup filled with the thin brown liquid.

“Oh, actually yes, we do—or I do. I found out from the foreman on my work crew who was the only one who was capable of carrying on a conversation,” Hold told her. “It actually does act a lot like the Bonding Fruit we grow on Twin Moons—it allows a female to become more, er, accommodating inside for a male’s shaft. Or shafts,” he added pointedly, looking over at Sess’ely, who was servicing two of her worshippers at once while the third one watched and jerked off.



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