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She took the plug and rubbed it between Giles’ ass cheeks. “Welcome, and happy solstice to you. It’s a pity I have but one eunuch for you today,” she murmured silkily, breaking into the familiar script as Giles bucked helplessly under her and Brendan’s dual assault. Her voice stern, she ordered, “Open for me.”

“No.” His buttocks tightened as though to keep out the plug when she began to work it around the crinkled opening to his anus.

She slapped his ass smartly with one hand, using more pressure on the plug to nudge him to let her in. “Yes. In order to get the full service you paid for, you must 9

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experience the pleasure of being fucked by another male. Since there are none here, and since my eunuch’s tool is limp and useless…” Slowly, sensually, she massaged his tense glutes until she felt the tension in them give way. She slipped a finger up Giles’ ass, then two, and moved them in and out while Brendan gave him head.

Giles moaned, as though resigned to this particular intrusion into his body. Star knew this type of sex play had long been forbidden on Earth. All her Earthling clients fought the pleasure, but they all gave in—some more readily than others. “There now.

Relax. Think about how delightful Brendan’s mouth feels on your cock. Sucking.

Licking. Feel the bite of the Gates of Hell on your balls and anticipate the fullness of my dildo up your ass. You’ll want to come, but the cock ring will prevent that. Maybe if you’re very, very good…”

She withdrew her fingers and inserted the lubricated butt plug instead, going slowly, inch by inch, as his resistance gave way. When it was fully seated she secured its base in a device that moved the plug in and out. She would silently direct its motion by means of the remote control transmitter seated in her ass.

He shuddered as she moved to the head of the frame and adjusted its height so his face was level with her dripping pussy.

Star. She was gilded golden from head to toe, but for the long black braid that flowed from her crown to brush her rounded ass cheeks. As he’d remembered every day since their first encounter, she had eyes the color of the midnight sky back home.

Eyes that had haunted his dreams.

He noticed she had rouged her nipples again, as her lush breasts were fully exposed above the tightly laced silver basque that was her only garment. As much as Giles wished to remain aloof, he could not prevent the sudden and painful swelling of his cock and balls against the leather restraint that bound them.

Her musk enflamed him. The same unique, arousing scent that had stayed in his mind for two years now, it robbed him of the will to resist, to hold on to a shred of his 10

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dignity, preserve his manhood. Giles fought his bonds to no avail as his nemesis stood before him, the ring that decorated her tempting, reddened clit poking impudently from the tattooed flower garden that adorned her plump mound.
Temptation. Like the
legendary Garden of Eden…and its serpent.

For a long time he stared at the neat numerals that proclaimed her a licensed pleasure-giver. A whore, who back on Earth wouldn’t have lasted beyond one trick before being arrested and turned into a drone. That revelation should have cooled his lust. But it didn’t. It merely sent more blood flowing into his already tightly restrained genitals.

The eunuch’s tongue tickled Giles’ slit then slid down his shaft to ring the base of his cock where the leather and metal bit into painfully swollen flesh. The plug in his ass vibrated as it slowly moved in and out, reaming him, stimulating his prostate while the eunuch sucked and swallowed his swollen cock.

Giles had to come. No. He couldn’t. Wouldn’t. He gritted his teeth against the incredible stimulation of the eunuch’s mouth on his tightly restrained cock, the slow, steady motion of the large dildo fucking his ass. Perhaps if he closed his eyes to the delectable prize not a foot from his hungry lips…

She stepped closer, tilting her hips forward, offering her honey for his delectation.

“Go ahead. Pleasure me, Earthling. Make me come with just your mouth and tongue.

Please me, and I’ll provide your release. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she purred, her warm breath tickling his scalp when she bent over and blew on him there.

“No.” He hesitated for a minute then tilted his head back. When he looked into her violet eyes, he was lost. His balls ached and his entire body throbbed from the dual stimulation he was helpless to control. “Yes.”

“Yes,
Mistress
. And keep your eyes averted from my face unless I give you permission to look.”

Chastened, he focused on her garden of pleasure, on the rosy, ringed nub of flesh that protruded, tempting him. “Yes,
Mistress
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and drew her to him. In this position he was spared looking at those numbers—the evidence of her profession, of the scores of men she’d serviced and would service again.

She tilted her hips toward him, offering her prize. With both hands she took his head, guided his mouth to her clit. “Lick me. Suck me. Fuck my cunt with your tongue.

You know you want to.”

Gods, but he did. There was something about her flesh—the hot, damp smoothness of her rigid clit with its dangling ring and the heady smell of her sex mingling with curls of arousing smoke from the incense that smoldered near the door. His balls tightened. The intense pain, when the leather bit into his sensitive flesh, reminded him that his pleasure was at her command.

When her eunuch sucked harder on his throbbing cock, he opened his lips, caught her clit between his teeth and flailed it with his tongue, licking her and eating off the scarlet aphrodisiac she’d applied to her clit and labia. When he tasted the slick lubrication start to flow from her cunt he redoubled his efforts, sliding his tongue slowly along her slit then faster until she began to moan.

“That feels…incredible.” She widened her stance. “Tongue-fuck me now.” Her ecstatic-sounding moan when he penetrated her vagina and licked her honey was like music to his ears. She caressed all the erogenous places on his skull, stroked the sensitive flesh of his earlobes then used them to tug his face to her cunt as though to drag him into her. It seemed she was determined to absorb him into her until he was no more than the inanimate plug now reaming his ass or the eunuch slave who was sucking him off. But it pleased him beyond measure that Star was not immune to the pleasure he could give her, even bound and helpless as he was now.

He could tell by the increased cadence of her breathing, the flow of her hot juices over his chin and from the way her clit swelled and hardened against his upper lip. The tremor in her widespread legs and in her soft, practiced fingers revealed her own arousal as she pressed herself close, ever closer.

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His fingers itched to stroke her taut, silky skin, pluck the reddened tips of those full, creamy breasts that bobbed invitingly above the neckline of her tight, shimmering costume. He wanted to break his bonds, snatch his cock from the well-trained mouth of her eunuch, mount her, and fuck her until he made her scream his name.

His name. Not some meaningless endearment. He wanted her to beg for
his
cock in her cunt, her mouth, her ass.
His
hands on her body, kneading and pinching her delightful breasts, tangling in the ebony fall of her hair.

He wanted to fuck her the way he had two years ago. It had been just the two of them. No eunuch had knelt beneath him as he lay helpless on a fucking frame, his cock and balls stimulated beyond belief. No ass plug had reamed him from above, its accelerating rhythm apparently dictated by the motion of his tongue as it fucked her cunt.

Though she’d dominated him, she’d allowed him a certain degree of freedom.

Freedom he yearned for now. It made no difference when he reminded himself that she was nothing but a Pleasure Mistress—a whore by Earthling standards.

The pressure built in his balls, almost unbearable, yet the restraint bit into his shaft and the base of his scrotum. His testicles throbbed as if they were about to burst but he couldn’t come. He redoubled his efforts, tongue-fucking her cunt faster, harder, rubbing his upper lip softly on the sensitive tip of her clit then grinding his mouth against her wet, fragrant flesh. Desperate now, he strained against his bonds.

They held. Clearly he was in her power until she chose to set him free.

“Oh gods, don’t stop!” She ground her cunt into his face, tugged at his earlobes with both hands. Her honey flooded his throat, his chin.

Gods indeed! The plug in his ass fucked him harder, faster. The eunuch’s tongue probed his slit, lapped up the lubrication that oozed from his cock despite the constricting ring. His balls burned as if they were on fire.

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His ass burned. It felt as if the plug there moved faster as he heightened his own attention to Star’s swollen labia, and when he tugged her clit ring and ringed her asshole. It fucked his ass fastest when he was tongue-fucking her cunt.

She let out a high-pitched, keening scream. “Giles, help me. I’m coming now.” Giles had to come but he couldn’t. Not with the Gates of Hell strangling his cock and balls. Clenching his fists, he fought the tension that was bubbling in his balls, threatening to destroy him in a fiery conflagration. Helplessly he absorbed Star’s climax in his mouth. The way she screamed his name made him wonder…

“Be still while we release your bonds.” Star sounded not like a dominatrix but more like an ordinary woman who’d just enjoyed an explosive orgasm and wanted more.

Giles felt her tremble as she loosened the straps that held his arms and chest to the frame. “Careful, Brendan,” she cautioned when the eunuch began to unstrap the device and release Giles’ genitals.

Relief. Blood slammed into his cock, making him even harder than before. His asshole ached, but he refused to show submission by begging for the removal of the butt plug. Sexual tension sizzled through every cell of his body when they freed him from the frame.

“You’ve pleased me well, Earthling. Very well. You may now please yourself.” Star indicated three doors that led from the dungeon. “Choose one.” At the entrance to the first lay a whip and chains. The center door bore a carving of a male being pleasured by a trio of buxom females. The third was unadorned, but Giles recalled it was from that door that Star had emerged. The first would afford him safety.

The second would feed the ultimate of male fantasies.

Without a doubt, the third represented danger—the risk he took by ignoring Federation rules, choosing pleasure over duty. He took a step forward, uncertain of what his choice would be until he laid a hand on the third door.

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wanted Star herself. Giles turned, met the gaze of his obsession and smiled at her.

“Leave the eunuch behind and come with me.”

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Star went to her knees before him, her cunt still thrumming with the aftershocks of her climax. Soft music filled her ears. The strains of ancient Earthling melodies of the season surrounded them, soothing yet hauntingly erotic. When she looked up at Giles, she saw it—the golden halo around his gleaming skull, formed by reflection of the candlelight with which she lit her private haven.

What had made her offer this place where no other client had ever gone, her place of rest and refuge?

Giles was different—he had touched emotions she’d long reserved for family and countrymen. When he’d invaded her body that first solstice night, he had left part of himself. Though she surely would pay a steep price for it, tonight she’d forget her job and join him in his pleasure. She’d pretend there had been more to his seeking her out tonight than lust that demanded release.

“How can I please you, Earthling?”

With strong but gentle hands, he urged her head closer. “I want you to suck my cock. Nothing against your slave, but I want to feel your mouth on me.” He was hard as stone. When she looked at him, she hurt because he bore angry red lines where the Gates of Hell had pressed so hard against his flesh.
The last thing I
wanted to do was hurt him.

When her fingers brushed him, she heard his sharp intake of breath, wondered…

“Will it hurt you if we fuck?”

He laughed out loud. “It will hurt me if we don’t. But now I want to feel your mouth on me, soothing away the pain.”

“As you wish.” She took his scrotum in her hands, caressed him there while licking around each stripe left by the leather. Then, wanting as much to bring him pleasure as 16

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to soothe his wounds, she took him in her mouth. Swallowed his huge cock and deep throated him. She wanted to take his semen, experience the taste and texture of him in a way more personal to her than taking it into her ass or womb.

“I won’t last long. Hurry.” His order sounded gruff, as though he had endured all her torture and now had to find release.

It amazed her that he hadn’t come already. The average male should have been bursting by now, yet he maintained control when she took him in her mouth and sucked the blunt, fat head of his massive cock. When she heard him moan with apparent delight, she rolled his balls between her hands and gently squeezed.

Suddenly he pulled her mouth off him, lifted her and laid her across the bed. “I have to fuck you now. Spread your legs. Wide.” He slid his hand between them, his calloused fingertips abrading her needy flesh. “You’re wet. So wet. Tell me you want my cock in your cunt.”

“Gods yes. I do. Please fuck me.” Gods, but she’d give her last breath to take him inside her again. The smells and tastes of him—of sex—surrounded them. It made her crazy. “Please…”

“Say it.” He rubbed the broad head of his phallus over her clit, catching her tiny ring in his thick Prince Albert jewelry and setting up a delicious vibration that had her cunt clenching, aching. “Tell me what you want.”