Slade had never believed he would get out of there. Solitary had been a bitch but he’d resigned himself to a life of it…until a chance to escape came up. Slade grabbed it with both hands and didn’t let go until he’d gotten to the Kindred Mother Ship.
Where he was told they had Pairing Puppets.
The android girls weren’t real, Slade reasoned, so it wouldn’t really be breaking his vow to Cinda to be with them. And maybe sinking his shaft into one of the artificial girls would finally quell the effects of the eroto-lust enhancer. He’d been living with the constant overwhelming sexual need caused by the drug his mistress had given him for almost six years by now and he was damn tired of being horny all the time and not being able to do anything about it.
Well, I’m going to do something about it now, he thought, shifting on the exam table again. He even knew who he wanted to do it with. For the last several months, he’d been dreaming of a Pairing Puppet with big brown eyes—a girl with a pretty face and a full, curvy figure. Wide hips, big breasts tipped with ripe, juicy nipples just made to be sucked, and a sweet little pussy able to accommodate his larger-than-average shaft were all just waiting for him.
Slade knew the girl of his dreams was a Pairing Puppet because in all his dreams he saw her in the Pairing Puppet house, surrounded by others of her kind, all ready and waiting to accommodate the unmated males of the Mother Ship. As soon as he got off this damn exam table and away from the med center, he was going to go and find her.
Or a puppet that looked like her, anyway. He knew he couldn’t really expect to find the exact Pairing Puppet he had been dreaming of. But hell, one with a full figure and brown hair and eyes would be good enough for him.
When he found her, he was going to sink his shaft deep in her willing pussy. But first he was going to drop to his knees and lap her long and hard between her thighs. He hadn’t tasted pussy in over six years which was a damn shame since in Slade’s opinion, there was no finer flavor in the entire fucking universe. He…
Slade realized that his thoughts were going in circles. Damn it, he had to get out of here! He had to scratch the itch that had been driving him crazy for the last six years. Then maybe he could think straight again and wouldn’t have to walk around with a constant hard-on.
Finally, after years of torment, relief was in sight.
“All right, Mr. Slade,” said the little human nurse, interrupting his circular thoughts. “Now that I’ve taken your vitals, Dr. Brike will see you for a more thorough exam.”
“Don’t need to be examined,” Slade growled. “I’m perfectly fine.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” A Blood Kindred doctor in a white coat came into the exam room as the nurse left. “Now then, it appears you’ve just come in with my colleague, Dr. Lathe, from BleakHall prison. Knowing the reputation of that place, I expect you’ll be physically run down—possibly even malnourished.” He was studying a tablet as he spoke but when he looked up at Slade’s massive, muscular bulk his eyes widened. “Well,” he murmured, making a note on the chart. “Perhaps not malnourished then.”
“The only thing I’m starved for is sex, Doc,” Slade said bluntly. “I’ve been locked up for six years now with no female companionship, if you know what I mean. If you’ll just point me the way to the Pairing Puppets I’ll be healthy and happy both.”
“Well…” The doctor’s pale blue eyes widened. “Direct, aren’t you, Brother?”
Slade shrugged his broad shoulders.
“It’s the only way I know to be. Now could you point me in the right direction, please? I’ve got a six-year itch that needs scratched.”
“I’m afraid the Pairing Puppets’ House is closed for the evening,” the doctor said, frowning.
“Fuck,” Slade growled in frustration.
“Not until tomorrow, I’m afraid,” the Blood Kindred doctor said dryly. “I’ll tell you what—I’ll check you out of the med center and get you assigned to a guest suite for tonight. Why don’t you rest and shave and shower—get a good hot meal and a good night’s sleep. Then you can be at the Puppet House first thing in the morning when they open to, ah, scratch your itch.”
It sounded like the best offer Slade was going to get.
“All right.” He sighed. “I’ve waited six years—I guess I can wait another six hours.”
“That’s the spirit.” The doctor clapped him on the shoulder. “Now let’s get on with this exam. I have to look you over before I can release you and have you assigned a suite.”