Handling the Hybrid Page 17

  “A willing sacrifice,” she had said. “A way to show how much he cares for you.” And didn’t he care for Tandy?

  I fucking love her, he realized, casting a sidelong glance at the little Mistress with the big brown eyes and the smooth, creamy brown skin. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a mate and even though I can’t bond her to me and give her children, she still wants to be with me. Is it really so much to ask for me to do this for her—to offer myself and let her take me the way I took her last night?

  Every instinct inside him rebelled against being taken like this—penetrated like a female. And yet Tandy had been more that willing to open herself to him, even though it was against her cultural norms and values and was, in fact, considered the biggest taboo it was possible to commit on Yonnie Six.

  Besides, she’s not doing this for herself, he reminded himself. She’s trying to save her kid brother. There’s no way in hell she can manage that without a fucking huge amount of cash. And there’s no way she can get the cash—get her hands on her rightful inheritance—unless I let her do this without a fuss.

  He was dimly aware, as these thoughts went through his head, that other slaves were at work around them. They were bringing in some kind of kneeling platform with a padded bench for his knees and a handrail he could lean his elbows against. The bench was adjustable so that he and Tandy could be on the right level for fucking.

  For her fucking me, he thought and felt his body go tight again at the thought as he looked at Tandy.

  Another slave had brought her a black leather harness that would strap between her legs and a selection of phalluses to go with it.

  “No, that’s too big, I don’t want to hurt him,” she was saying with a frown. As she spoke, she threw a look over her shoulder at Vrox and he saw how desperately sorry and upset she was about the situation.

  I’m so sorry, her big brown eyes seemed to say to him. Please, please forgive me! I know you don’t want this—I don’t want to do it either. But we’re stuck.

  Vrox wished he could reassure her—tell her everything was going to be all right. But the fact was, he was still feeling fucking nervous himself. Though he had pretty much screwed up his nerve to allow her to penetrate him, it was still hard to watch her choose from the array of phalluses and know that the slim black, flexible rod she held in her fist was shortly going to be buried inside him.

  It’s not so bad, he told himself. No bigger than one of the yellow shaft plants as that fucking garden party yesterday. But that was still considerably bigger than anything else he’d ever had in his ass and he wasn’t looking forward to it.

  But it didn’t seem to matter if he was looking forward to this experience or not, it was happening—as he soon realized when Tandy turned to him and motioned towards the kneeling platform with its crimson cushion.

  “I’m so sorry, Vrox,” she murmured, taking his arm in her small, soft hands. “But please, can you come with me?”

  His muscles felt like stone as he forced himself to take the few steps to the bench. He was wearing slave trousers today with an open crotch in front and in back to allow his shaft and balls to hang free, so getting to him should be no problem. Also, the phallus she’d chosen was the smallest one they’d offered her. But when Tandy urged him to kneel on the damn crimson cushion and spread his thighs for her, it was almost a full minute before Vrox could force himself to comply.

  “Sorry, so sorry,” she breathed in his ear again. “I don’t want to do this to you.” He could feel her small, soft hands on his shoulders, trying to massage away the tension but it wasn’t doing any good—his body felt as hard as an iron bar and just as unbending.

  “It seems you’ve having some trouble getting your slave to comply with you, Lady Sweetbottom,” Mistress Gladbag remarked, frowning.

  “He’s just…never done this before,” Tandy said desperately. “And it’s hard for him. Please don’t make me rush him.”

  “It’s all right, my dear—you take all the time you need,” Mistress Sinda told her. “And please remember that whatever you do, be sure to lube and stretch him carefully before you place the phallus inside him.”

  “Oh, um…of course.” Tandy looked at the selection of lube packets a slave was holding out on a silver tray. Vrox watched dully, wondering which she would pick.

  “I recommend that one in the red packet,” Mistress Sinda advised from the podium. “It has a warming effect that can be soothing to reluctant slaves—especially virgins that have never been give the rod before.”

  A grim laugh rose in Vrox’s throat to hear himself described as a “virgin.” But he guessed in a way, it was true. He was a virgin—his ass was at least—and there was no denying it.

  Won’t be a virgin for long, he thought dryly.

  Just as Tandy isn’t a virgin after the way you took her last night, a little voice in his head pointed out. Why is it so hard for you to open up and give her what she gave you so willingly?

  Well, that was true enough. Taking a deep breath, Vrox tried to relax as he felt her reach between his legs. He stiffened at first when he felt two small, slick fingers rubbing soothing circles around his nether entrance but then he heard Tandy whispering in his ear.

  “I’m going to be really gentle—really careful, Vrox,” she murmured, keeping her voice low for his ears alone. “I won’t hurt you—I swear it.”

  He couldn’t force the tight muscles of his throat to relax enough to answer, but he was able to open to her fingers as she pressed first one…and then a second inside him.

  “Gently,” Tandy murmured to him. “Just try to open up for me a little. Please, Vrox—the more open you can be the better.”

  “Trying,” he grated out, finally getting his voice to work. “Trying to…to be open for you, Mistress.”

  “I know you are.” She kissed the side of his cheek gently and her warm, feminine fragrance filled his senses. “You’re wonderful, Vrox—so brave to give yourself to me like this.”

  He wasn’t feeling brave at the moment but he did have to admit that so far, it wasn’t quite as bad as he’d feared. The feeling of her small fingers scissoring inside him was strange, but not painful. In fact, she seemed to be caressing and touching a lot of sensitive nerve endings down there that sent surprising sparks of pleasure through his entire body. He was just beginning to relax a little more when Deelee spoke up again.

  “Enough with getting his virgin ass ready—just fuck him,” she said rudely and Vrox saw there was a small, cruel smile on her narrow face as she stared at him and Tandy.

  She thinks she’s got this in the bag, he realized suddenly as Tandy gave her aunt a sharp reply. Thinks the minute Tandy starts putting that fucking rod in me I’ll go crazy and try to kill everyone in the room. She can tell how hard this is for me and she’s sure it’s going to break me.

  The thought brought with it a sense of determination and pride. Fuck Tandy’s aunt and her lying, conniving ways! Fuck her certainty that she could break him by making him submit!

  I love Tandy, he told himself again as she withdrew her fingers and pressed the tip of the rod to his slick entrance. I’m not going to let her down now—and I’m not going to let that bitch break me.

  He was a fighter—a warrior—and it was against his nature to submit. But in this case, his strength was a weakness and weakness was strength, he realized. In order to get through this, he had to take what his Mistress was giving him—he had to be strong enough to let himself be weak.

  The new determination was what kept him still with his thighs spread as he felt the black shaft begin to penetrate him.

  “Gently,” Tandy breathed in his ear again. “I’m going slow, Vrox. Let me know if it’s hurting and I’ll stop, I swear.”

  It was so much like something he himself would say to a female while taking her that Vrox almost had to bite back a laugh. But the laugh turned to a groan of surprised pleasure as he felt her slide home inside him, her full hips flush with his ass.

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p; Inside me, he thought. Gods, all the way inside me!

  He had never felt so filled…so taken. And she hadn’t even started moving yet!

  “Now fuck him!” Deelee demanded rudely. “Shaft him hard—force his pleasure and make him come for us!”

  “Mistress Deelee, that will be enough!” Mistress Sinda’s voice cracked like a whip. “This is obviously difficult for Tandace and her slave. If you speak out of turn again I’ll have you thrown out of the Justice Hall.”

  Deelee muttered something foul under her breath but was silent, her skinny arms crossed over her bony chest as she glared at them.

  “Don’t listen to her,” Mistress Sinda told Tandy. “It is true that you must bring your slave to completion, but it need not be a rough or violent experience. Simply turn on the prostate stimulator in the phallus and stroke gently inside him until he spends.”

  “Yes, Mistress Sinda,” Vrox heard Tandy saying. And then she murmured in his ear, “Are you ready, Vrox? Can you handle this? Can you let me take you?”

  No words came to his lips—he was in a place too deep for words, Vrox thought. Instead, he leaned forward on the handrail and widened his stance. Laying his head on his arms in a gesture of ultimate submission, he gave himself up to her fucking.

  Tandy seemed to understand what he was doing.

  “Thank you,” she breathed. She did something to the phallus buried deep inside him and Vrox felt a buzzing vibration start. Tandy began to move and the buzzing thing—it must be implanted in the head of the phallus—began to rub a certain spot inside him—a spot that caused pleasure he hadn’t even realized existed until that moment.

  Vrox gave a low growl of surprised need as she began to fuck him, slowly and carefully but deeply too and making certain to caress that spot inside him—his prostate he supposed—with the buzzing tip of the phallus with every stroke.

  “Gods, Mistress…” The words were torn from his throat. “Gods…feels so…so…” But he had no way to describe the strange mixture of emotions inside him. Pleasure…fear…shame…desire—they all swirled inside him and with every stroke of the rod inside him, they all seemed to intensify—especially the pleasure.

  He became aware that his shaft was hard as a rock and leaking a river of precum as Tandy pumped inside him. Gods, was this turning him on somehow? Submitting to her? Being fucked?

  It seemed so because as she continued to rub the spot inside over and over, he felt the cum boiling in his balls, ready to erupt at any moment. But still he couldn’t quite get off.

  “Take him in hand, Tandace,” he heard Mistress Sinda saying. “Stroke his shaft, let him know that you value his submission to you and that you care for him as you bring him to pleasure.”

  “Yes, Mistress Sinda,” Tandy said and then a soft little hand was encircling his cock and rubbing up and down his rigid, aching length even as the black phallus continued to pump inside him.

  “Mistress?” he said hoarsely. “Gods, your soft little hand…and you’re in me so fucking deep…”

  “Come for me, Vrox,” she murmured in his ear. “Come knowing that you’re mine—mine forever.”

  And then the buzzing head of the rod inside him pressed and stayed on the spot inside him and Vrox knew he couldn’t hold out any longer.

  With a low cry, his body spasmed around the phallus at the same time his shaft jerked in her small fist. Coming…he was coming harder than he ever had in his entire fucking life and he couldn’t seem to help it—didn’t want to help it, he realized. He just wanted to give it up completely for his Mistress—to spend his seed and his pleasure while she fucked him and made him come.

  Spurt after spurt of his seed was milked from his shaft, decorating the black marble floor of the judging chamber as Tandy whispered in his ear that she cared for him, that she was sorry, that he was so good to come for her, so brave to give himself completely and let her make him come…

  And then, at last, he stopped spurting and she turned the buzzer off.

  “Thank you,” she whispered in his ear and withdrew from him, leaving him feel somehow empty and bereft inside—cold and alone without her.

  The loneliness was intense and suddenly he couldn’t bear it. Rising from the kneeling bench, he turned to face her. Dimly he was aware of an intake of breath and then a tense silence in the room as the Sacred Seven and Tandy’s aunt waited to see what he would do. Doubtless they thought he would attack her for taking him the way she had.

  But Vrox only wanted to get close to her again—to feel her soft, warm, luscious curves against his own hard body. To know that she was still there for him, even though she had withdrawn from his body. Was this how a female felt after intense sex when he withdrew from her pussy? Vrox didn’t know but he suddenly understood the female impulse to cuddle after making love a great deal more clearly.

  Tandy had taken off the black phallus and dropped it to the floor but she didn’t try to run away from him. She only looked at him uncertainly.

  “Vrox?” she asked in a low, tentative voice.

  He gathered her to him, pulling her into his arms and burying his face in her long, curly hair. Again, he had no words but he wanted to hold her—wanted to feel her against him and fill his lungs with her sweet fragrance. The orgasm she’d given him had been intense—he didn’t want to be alone after it.

  Tandy froze for a moment, then she put her arms around him and hugged him back, dropping kisses over his cheek and forehead and anywhere she could reach while he pressed his face to her neck and breathed her in.

  “Mistress,” he muttered brokenly. “Little girl…”

  “I’ll be either one you want,” Tandy whispered back to him. “Only please, Vrox—don’t hate me!”

  He started to answer—started to say that he could never hate her—but then Mistress Sinda was speaking again.

  “That was a lovely display of submission and loving domination, my dear,” she was saying to Tandy. “May I be the first to call you Mistress Sweetbottom and confer upon you the honors and duties of a full-fledged Mistress of Yonnie Six. Congratulations.”

  “So that’s it? She just gets to keep all the money and everything my sister worked all her life for? Just because she fucked a slave?” Deelee’s voice was high and querulous.

  “Mistress Sweetbottom has passed the Test of Mastery—passed it with flying colors, I might add,” Mistress Sinda replied evenly. “I’m sorry, Mistress Deelee, but it is the ruling of this Council that Mistress Zora’s will shall be upheld and as she named Tandace as her sole heir, she is now able to claim her inheritance. As of this minute, I am lifting the hold that was placed on her money and assets and she is free to do with them as she pleases.”

  “Arrrgh!” Deelee’s green eyes were narrowed with rage and hate but she had no choice in the matter—no say anymore. Tandy had her inheritance and nobody could take it away from her.

  The thought made him glad in a dim way, but Vrox was still feeling decidedly hazy. It seemed as though he’d had to put himself into another space—a frame of mind that was alien and unknown to him in order to submit to the rod inside him—and he was having a hard time pulling himself out of it.

  “We did it,” Tandy whispered in his ear and kissed his cheek again. “You did it, Vrox! Thank you so much—I swear I’ll make this up to you somehow.”

  He wanted to say there was nothing to make up but he was still feeling cloudy-headed.

  “Mistress,” he finally managed. “Need to…clean up.”

  “Oh—of course. Come on—there are necessary rooms outside the Judgment Hall,” she told him. “You can get yourself together while I sign the paperwork and send the money to my mother.”

  Vrox nodded dumbly and was vaguely aware of Tandy thanking the Sacred Seven and of Deelee storming out angrily but none of it made much impression on him. Then Tandy was leading him down a long, echoing marble corridor and placing him in a room with fresher fixtures in it.

  “I’ll just be a minute,” she murmured to him
and looked deep into his eyes. “Vrox, now that we’re alone, you have to let me know—are you angry? Do you hate me now? Will you ever forgive me?”

  “Don’t hate you,” was all he could manage. Gods, why wouldn’t his head clear? He felt so lethargic—almost drowsy. It was a strange feeling for someone so used to being constantly alert to his surroundings.

  “Thank you.” She kissed him swiftly on the mouth. “I’ll be back soon. I just have to sign some paperwork and send my mother the money.”

  And then the door was shut behind her and she was gone.

  Nineteen

  Vrox took a moment to gather himself and then slowly, forced himself to clean up. He wasn’t even sore, he realized. Tandy had been as good as her word and had fucked him as gently as possible. There was a little tingling around his nether entrance and he felt strangely empty inside where she had filled him, but that was the only evidence that he had been taken so thoroughly.

  He went to the sink and splashed his face with cold water, trying to wake himself from the strange stupor he had somehow fallen into. He looked the same as always when he viewed his face in the mirror. Same wild black hair and beard, same mismatched eyes—gold and blue—staring back at him. So what was wrong with him? Why was he—

  Suddenly the door of the necessary room beside him opened and closed and two female voices could be heard through the thin wall.

  “…going to Mistress Tornflesh’s country estate,” the first voice said. “I don’t want to be late for the gelding.”

  Gelding? Suddenly Vrox felt the lethargy that had fallen over him like a heavy cloak melting away. Mistress Tornflesh—that was the Yonnite who had bought his friend and partner, Dannen! What the hell was going on?

  “Oh, and who is she gelding this time?” another voice asked in a lazy, unconcerned way as though it was no big deal to cut off a male’s balls—as though Mistress Tornflesh did it all the time. Which, knowing Yonnie Six, she probably did, Vrox thought grimly as he pressed his ear to the wall and listened avidly.