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“Are you finished at last?” Queen Pantyitch demanded. “We really must be going. Turg, give her a cleaning cloth to wipe her fingers with,” she added.
The little male-wife handed Andi a damp cloth that smelled faintly of cleaning solution and waited until she wiped her fingers thoroughly. He then hurried to put away the box the tail and lube had been in. But just as he finished, there was a crackling sound and a voice could be heard speaking over some kind of com-link system.
“Message for Queen Pantyitch,” it said. “Your business partner has called to say that she’s running late. She conveys that you should start the tour of the facility without her and she’ll be here as soon as possible.”
Queen Pantyitch made a face.
“How annoying! She’s always running late!” she exclaimed. “Well, come on then—let’s start the tour.”
Andi was ready to go, but Thrax seemed frozen. He hadn’t moved a bit and still had one knee on the seat of the chair, she noticed.
“Thrax? Hey, Thrax?” she asked, reaching up to put a hand on her partner’s broad shoulder. She shook him gently. “Are you okay? Talk to me.”
“Huh?” He blinked and it was almost like he was waking up from some kind of trance, Andi thought. “What?” he asked, looking confused.
“We’re about to go on the tour of the milking farm,” Andi told him, giving him a significant look. “Come on—let’s go see everything.”
“Oh, uh, right. Sorry.” He straightened up and winced, looking over his shoulder almost as though the tail he was wearing had surprised him. “What the fuck? What did you shove up my ass?” he demanded hoarsely.
“Language!” Queen Pantyitch sounded shocked. She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at Andi. “Do you really let him speak in that way around you?”
“Sorry,” Andi said quickly. “Thrax, please watch your language. I’m sure you’ll, uh, get used to the tail soon. ”
“Right.” He nodded shortly and took an experimental step.
Andi couldn’t help noticing that though he was complaining about the tail inside him, his long, thick shaft was rock-hard and leaking precum from its flaring crown. She wasn’t sure how he felt about the extra stimulation mentally and emotionally but physically it definitely seemed to turn him on.
At least her partner sounded more like himself again, she thought. That was a relief—it had been spooky the way he’d drifted off when she was inserting the tail.
“If you’re both ready to go, then come this way,” Queen Pantyitch said, breaking Andi’s train of thought. She stalked off, through the door of the lounge and Andi felt they had no choice but to follow her.
16
THRAX
Andi was giving him worried looks as they walked down the corridor at Queen Pantyitch’s heels. Thrax wondered if he had slipped into the past again when she had inserted the tail. It seemed possible—all he could remember was the Mistress whispering in his ear about what a good, beautiful boy he was and how she knew he could take it—take it deep inside, just for her while he panted and groaned that it was too big…too thick…
Gods, why did that memory fill him with so many mixed up emotions? Shame that he had submitted so easily—so willingly to the Mistress…anger that he hadn’t been able to fight back because of the chains binding him… desire to feel her soft hands on him again as she stroked his shaft and slipped her fingers inside his body, and last but certainly not least, a burning hatred for her and what she’d done to him…what she’d turned him into…
“Thrax? Where did you go?”
“Huh?” Thrax looked down to see that Andi was still staring at him with a worried look on her lovely face. For a moment, he hadn’t seen her at all—only the Mistress with her vivid purple eyes and red lips.
But Andi’s eyes were clear brown—the color of whiskey—and they were filled with concern for him.
“Where did you go just now?” she repeated, keeping her voice low so Queen Pantyitch couldn’t hear them. “And where were you when I put in the tail? It was like you zoned out or something.”
“I don’t know,” Thrax lied automatically. Because it was unthinkable to tell Andi about that part of his past—that one little part that he’d almost entirely managed to forget until this damn mission…
Andi shook her head.
“Something’s going on with you. Be honest with me, big guy—are you okay?”
Thrax nodded and winced.
“Sure. If by ‘okay’ you mean feeling like I’m getting fucked with every step I take by this damn tail up inside me.”
“I’m sorry about that,” Andi murmured. “We’ll get it out as soon as we can.”
