Protecting His Mistress (Kindred Tales)

“Stop!” Priss exclaimed so loudly that everyone froze at once.

“What…what is it? What’s wrong?” Beelie asked, panting.

“Yeah, Priss—why did you stop us? That was better than a toy!” Bodie pouted.

“I like the feel of flesh-on-flesh,” Yulla declared, wiggling against her bodyslave’s shaft. She turned her head. “And I forgive you for having a really big cockhead, Bolif.”

Her bodyslave grinned and nodded. “Thank you, Mistress.”

Priss didn’t answer any of them. Instead, she turned her head and glared at her bodyslave who was frozen with a look of fear on his face.

“Randor,” she snarled at him. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”

Her bodyslave swallowed with an audible gulp, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously.

“Forgive me, Mistress,” he muttered quickly. “I didn’t mean to. It’s just that you’re so wet and slippery and—”

“Oh my Goddess!” Bodie’s eyes went wide. “Did he actually penetrate you, Priss?”

Priss turned back to glare at her. Then she tossed her head defiantly.

“So what if he did? It actually feels really good.”

“You’re lying,” Yulla said flatly. “I was penetrated at the conception center and it hurt.”

“That’s because the conception nozzle that impregnates you is really big and cold,” Priss said loftily. “A bodyslave’s shaft is warm and not nearly as big in diameter. So it feels good going in.”

“Well, we’ll take your word about that,” Beelie said, frowning. “None of us is going to get penetrated by our bodyslaves.”

“Oh, yes you are!” Priss snapped, glaring at all of them. “I’m not going to be the only one breaking the law here. If I get penetrated, you all have to, too!”

“But…I don’t know how I feel about that,” Yulla protested.

“I do—we could get in really big trouble if anyone found out!” Bodie exclaimed.

“But nobody is because we’re going to take this to our graves!” Priss told her. “If we all get penetrated, then none of us can tell on the others because we all participated.”

“But we haven’t all been penetrated—just you,” Lilli pointed out—and then wished she’d kept her mouth closed.

Priss turned on her.

“Well, you’re about to be penetrated,” she snarled. “Because if you’re not, I’m going to tell on you. I mean, what would your mother say if she knew you were doing what we saw you doing with your brand-new Kindred bodyslave? I bet she might be upset. She might even send him to the Diluthian mines—don’t you think?”

Lilli bit her lip in mute misery. Why was Priss so awful? And would she really tell Lilli’s mother and get Karn sent to the mines?

“And Yulla—I’ll tell your mother about the bracelet you stole at the Sundown festival,” Priss went on. “Bodie and Beelie,” I’ll tell how the two of you are always changing places when you have to take tests in your finishing classes. I’ll let her know that Beelie can’t do a lick of math and Bodie can’t string two words together to form a sentence because the two of you always switch off.”

There was silence in the room and nobody could meet Priss’s sharp blue eyes.

“You see?” she sneered. “I have something on all of you. Now spread your pussies wide for your bodyslave’s shafts! And don’t think you can cheat and just pretend, either. We’re all going to be penetrated right now.”

She flicked a green gem on one of the many rings she was wearing and it popped open. Out of it flew something no bigger than a blood-gnat. It circled the room and suddenly a 3-D image began to form in the center of the bed.

“There—that’s me,” Priss said, as a close-up shot of her pussy came into view. Sure enough, her bodyslave’s shaft was halfway inside her, clearly penetrating her entrance. “Now, let’s see the rest of you,” she snapped. “Come on, Bodie—you first!”

Bodie turned her head to look at her bodyslave.

“Go on,” she murmured. “Just…don’t go too deep.”

“Yes, Mistress.” The male nodded his head respectfully and then the tiny surveillance gnat flew in close and captured an image of him inserting the head of his shaft into his Mistress’s pussy.

“Oh!” Bodie gasped, gripping the sides of her pillow as he slipped in. None of their bodyslaves had small shafts, owing to the fact that Yonnite society used the size of a male bodyslave’s equipment as a literal measuring stick for status.

“Are you okay?” Beelie asked, her eyes filled with concern for her twin.

“Yes, I…think so.” Bodie wiggled some, which caused her bodyslave’s shaft to enter her more deeply. “Actually, it doesn’t feel too bad—once you get used to it,” she told her twin.

“Good. Now it’s your turn, Beelie. Spread your pussy and let your bodyslave penetrate you,” Priss demanded.

She must have known that the twins wouldn’t do anything without each other and she was right, because Beelie didn’t even protest. She simply opened her legs wider and nodded at her bodyslave to do the deed. She moaned a little as he slipped into her, but didn’t make anymore comment as the surveillance gnat showed that she had, indeed, complied with Priss’s order.