He nodded.
“Answer me.”The flogger struck his right shoulder, leaving a fiery path of pain in its wake.
“Yes, Iseult.”Her name left a dirty taste in his mouth.
“Better.”
She walked into his field of vision, her gaze avid and disturbing.Fuck, she made him feel unclean, both inside and out.He couldn’t wait to crawl into a sanitizer unit.
“Does your cock feel tight?”
“Yes, Iseult.”
She kneeled at his feet and ran a fingertip along his shaft.His body jerked, both with fear and desire.Her pointed black tongue traced her bottom lip then she tipped back her head to smile at him.“I think we’ll do something different today.”
Fear slithered through Leo like a stealthy serpent.Sweat beaded on his forehead, collected in his armpits.He stared at her but panic colored his vision.Different wasnotgood in conjunction with this woman.His breaths rasped in and out and a silent scream broke out inside his head, deafening him.The urge to close his eyes was almost too much for his restraint.
She rose and surveyed his tense muscles, his rigid posture.Her cheerful smile widened, and she let out a sharp, high-pitched cry.
Her Spiderus minions scampered into the circular room on all fours, their small, round heads alert yet submissive.Hell.He couldn’t look at them, wouldn’t look at the spider version of them without a shudder.He was beginning to understand his sister’s dislike of the hairy insects.If he could ever talk to her about this experience, he’d tell her the larger version was even more hideous.
“Prepare the mating bed,” she ordered.
The minions hesitated.Maybe in confusion because she wasn’t following the usual path of torture and sex.The skin on his backside was hot and tight, but it wasn’t bloody yet.She hadn’t struck his cock with her flogger as she had during the previous sessions.
“Now,” Iseult snapped in a hard voice.“Make haste, and I’ll allow you each one taste of his blood.”Her black tongue slid over her pink lips, and she made a smacking sound.“It’s delicious.”
The minions scattered like flies disturbed on a carcass.Leo’s biceps trembled from holding his arms in the air.
“You can put your limbs down, pretty Leo.”
Hearing her say his name was another shock.She’d never, ever used it before, had always objectified him.Fuck, did this mean he’d pleased her?
A whimper sounded in his mind, and she issued a delighted chuckle, making him realize the cry had been real.His knees trembled and gave way without warning.He crumpled and dropped to the ground.
Iseult laughed again, a shudder of what looked like ecstasy shaking her frame.She stalked away, leaving him curled up on the cool tiles.
Click.Click.Click, went her heels.Leo moaned.Even though he couldn’t see, every scuttle, every tap, every slap amplified, echoed through his head and screamed of danger.
“Perfect,” Iseult said.“Escort Leo to the mating bed.”
Leo tensed at the increased scuttling, jolted at a sudden high-pitched shriek.
“One taste.No more,” Iseult warned.“Any warrior who dares to take more will suffer instant death.Put him on the mating bed first.”
A hairy black hand grasped his forearm, jerked him off the floor.Leo tried to retreat, but a second minion grabbed his other arm and propelled him toward a round white bed.Their rancid scent, lightened with a touch of a green herb, made his stomach swirl.Nausea ripped up his throat and exploded from his mouth.Once he started throwing up, he couldn’t stop.The sounds, the scents crowded in on him.His heart beat so fast he thought the organ might pound right out of his chest.The minions holding him released him, and he fell onto the firm bed.
A series of shrieks filled the air, fast and choppy and indecipherable.Furious.
A hairy arm grasped him again, dumped him on the floor.His head struck the tiles, and everything went black.
“That is disgusting,” Iseult said.“Primitive creature.”
Her head of security grunted.“What to do?”
“Clean the mating bed.Clean him up and get him in position.No instance of wastage once he gains his senses.”
“We can still taste him?”
