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  “No.” I pushed his legs open and lowered onto my hands and knees.

  “Bad girls get punished, Maritza.”

  I rubbed grease into both my hands. His cock had straightened into an iron rod and was tilted a few inches up above the bulge that protruded from his groin.

  “Sounds like S&M talk.” I started rubbing the testicle sacks in his inner thighs.

  Elentinus gasped and winced. I massaged up and down with both hands at once. The fluid deep inside shifted below my fingers.

  He took a deep breath and swallowed. “I know what S&M is. There’s a…a similar tradition among the Dak-Hiliah. The non-collar beating…for pleasure.”

  I attached my mouth to the bulbous head of his cock and sucked hard.

  “Fsst!” He started clawing the blankets. “I’ve…watched Earth pornography. Even some from your era.”

  I let his cock pop free from my mouth. “Did you jerk off?”

  It looked like he was catching his breath. “Men…of my stature…don’t masturbate.”

  “Uh huh.”

  I started sucking again with gusto. I moved my hands up from his testicles to massage his groin bulge. Elentinus’ teeth chattered.

  “Robots…service us.”

  My eyes widened. I wanted to stop for a full inquiry but he was squirming with pleasure. Kang was going to have to do some explaining tomorrow.

  I tilted my head so I could stick my tongue in his slit.

  Elentinus jolted partway up from the bed. “Maritza!”

  I got my mouth off. “I’m sorry!”

  He collapsed back down and whimpered. “Do it…again…”

  My brow rose.

  I tortured his slit nonstop with my tongue. Elentinus made his loud groans, squirmed, chattered his teeth—he even tore at the blankets with clenched fists. It didn’t seem like I could do anything wrong in that general area. My greased hands eventually moved from his bulge to his shaft to make upward strokes one hand after the other. This was what got him off. His cock pulled itself out of my mouth to aim his orgasm to the side. I kept stroking throughout it. When he couldn’t take anymore he jerked sideways out of my reach. I kissed him on the swell of his sexy butt and curled next to him. He wrapped both arms around me.

  “Your skills…” He was still out of breath. “So evil.”

  “You’re welcome, husband.”

  He squeezed me closer and kissed my cheek.

  ***

  “They’re here! Why are you two still in bed?”

  Elentinus and I unfurled from the closely cuddled position we’d slept in enough to look at Whore. He was wearing a fancy white cape that connected to his body armor things in several places. There were also jewels attached to him, here and there, with an especially big cluster on his chest. It looked like he did his hair up special, too. The left corner of his forehead had some bangs hanging down.

  I blinked the sleep out of my eyes. “Wow, Hor-Denay. Don’t you look pretty.”

  Elentinus laughed.

  Whore made an affronted scoff. “Conceal yourself!”

  It took a few seconds for me to realize the edge of my areola was showing. “Oops.” I pulled the blanket up.

  Elentinus laughed harder, hugged me, and kissed my forehead.

  “Tell them we’ll address them in an hour.”

  “Master!”

  Elentinus made a ‘go away’ gesture with his hand. Whore fumed, but obeyed with his customary grumble. Elentinus stroked my hair once he was gone.

  “He gets so excited when we have visitors.”

  I laughed through my nostrils.

  “And why did he have to wear the ceremonial costume? Now we’re going to have to dress up as well.”

  “Ooo! I want to dress up.”

  “Bleh.”

  I gave him a soft punch on shoulder. He rolled over and started to rise. I started crawling my way to the other side of the bed, but then realized he’d stopped moving. Elentinus sat frozen on his edge of the bed.

  I stared at the defined sinews on his back. “Husband?”

  He ran a hand through his hair. “Maritza…your ceremonial dress, it’s very revealing. You may not care for it.”

  I frowned. “Does it cover the important bits?”

  Elentinus seemed to be considering. “Shindray said that when you have a male guest you should display your wife to him as a trophy. He came up with a bright red dress with a bodice open down the middle. It shows far more flesh than the drab black dresses he proscribed for everyday wear.”

  My brow furrowed. I had no idea their old evil druid had been a fashion designer.

  He looked back at me. “I suppose since we are no longer bound by Shindray’s rules you could wear your normal dress, adorned with jewels.”

  “Can…can I at least try on the other dress? If you think I look too slutty I’ll change for you.”

  Elentinus smiled. “You may wear whichever dress you prefer, my dear.”

  We went to our respective bathrooms to shower and so forth. Kang brought me the red dress just as I’d stepped out of the shower. I’d stopped covering up around him, but then I remembered what Elentinus said about having sex with robots. I looked at his cylinder head, trying to see if there was any lust in his glowing eye-band thing. (Keep in mind, I hadn’t had my coffee substitute yet).

  Yes, the dress was revealing, but it was too elegant to be slutty. The sleeves were open on the shoulders and the bodice that molded to me was open almost to my navel. It magically lifted my bosom without the need of a bra, though. The skirt was long, but open on one side to show my leg all the way up to my hip. There was a couple of pink jewels and silver piping with a metal belt thing built in. I spun around in front of my mirror to make the skirt flounce out.

  When I emerged before Elentinus his mouth opened wide with a gasp. He walked over to me and took my hands.

  “You’re stunning, my darling. You’ve never looked more lovely.”

  I made a demure smile and fluttered my eyelashes. “You look amazing, too.”

  Elentinus had on a fancy cape similar to Whore’s except it was black with purple edging. He had white and violet jewels covering his breast. The thing that took my breath away though, was his delicate crown made from silver filigree and covered in small pale blue gems. He really looked the part of an alien king. His eyes glittered among all the sparkly jewels.

  I made him stand beside me in front of one of the big wall mirrors he had scattered about. Separately we were beautiful, but together…my God…

  “We’re the king and queen of the universe,” I said.

  “All shall bow before us in reverent subjugation.”

  “Um…”

  We headed up the stairs out of our room and down the elevator to greet our guests in the lobby. They emerged from my favorite sitting area with an especially harried-looking Whore.

  I was surprised (but shouldn’t have been) we had three guests instead. There were two male Dak-Hiliahs with the human woman.

  “Master, I present Lord Nayjoor, his servant Rolf-Tem, and his wife Inga.” He turned to our guests. “I present my master, Lord Elentinus and his wife Maritza.”

  I made a half-hearted curtsy since I didn’t know what was expected. Nayjoor looked about twenty years older than Elentinus. His white hair had straw-like gray strands in it and was plaited into a long braid that went down to his butt. He had a massive round belly that spread out his armor adornments and obscured the one on his groin. Rolf-Tem looked like he was my age. He had a burnished tint to his silvery hair. A long face with a severe pointed nose made him as homely as Whore. I locked eyes with Inga.

  She was staring at me with this sad face that cried out, ‘Help me.’ My lips parted. She was probably my age also. Thin, pale, with a round face and wispy auburn hair that went to her shoulders. Brown freckles were scattered across her nose and cheeks.

  Nayjoor let out a deep sigh, “I didn’t know you were going to do a ceremonial greeting, Elen. I would have dressed fo
r it.”

  I realized they were in their everyday clothes. Inga wore the same black dress I usually wore.

  Elentinus lowered his head. “You must excuse us. My servant insisted. Please don’t feel embarrassed. I would have preferred to keep the visit casual.”

  “I will never wear such a horrible dress,” Inga said in Russian.

  First I thought, ‘Wow! I speak Russian.’ Then I looked down at myself as my face got hot. I never considered how she might react to it. I felt ashamed of how selfish I’d been.

  “I don’t mean you look bad in it,” she said. “You’re beautiful. It’s just…” She struggled to find the words a few moments then put her face in her hands and started crying.

  I ran over to her with a pang of anguish in my middle. “Oh, sweetie!”

  I pulled her into a hug. She grabbed on to me with both arms and started sobbing loudly against me. The tears had her quaking with emotion. It was as if she finally released the tumult of pain inside her. I held her tight and soothed her hair. Her suffering made my chest ache. I felt like she was my responsibility now. I had no right to be happy while this girl was suffering.

  “Bah, fine,” Nayjoor made a dismissive gesture with his hand. “Let the womenfolk commiserate.” He walked beside Elentinus. “I’m dying for some breakfast, Elen.”

  “Of course.”

  Elentinus exchanged a look with me before leading him away. I nodded to let him know I’d be fine. Nayjoor, Elentinus, and Whore headed toward the back of the lobby where I’d never been. Rolf-Tem lingered behind.

  I frowned at him. “Go follow your master. She’ll be fine with me.”

  He stuck his nose in the air and hmphed, but then turned and caught up with them.

  I urged Inga over to the sitting area. Kang rolled over and produced something like tissues. She dabbed her face with one.

  “You…you’re American?” She still hiccupped with sobs.

  “Yep. That’s right.”

  “So I…I speak English, too. Great. I could have done so much with this in my home. What’s the fucking point in this place? All the other girls are Russian, you know?”

  “Really? I didn’t come with the first group. I’ve only been here a week or so. You’ve met the other wives?”

  She nodded and wiped her nose. “Just the other high council wives. They bring us with them twice a year to the capital for the council sessions.” Her tears renewed. “But those fucking assholes keep us separate. They sit us in different corners of the gallery so we can just stare at each other, wanting to talk so badly. Can you imagine a sicker fucking torture?”

  “Wow.” I shook my head with my lips parted.

  “Then there’s those fucking shock collars.” She paused to tremble as the tears ran down her face. “They…they used to put them on us every time we were punished. At least we had warning. Now there’s these new ones. Invisible ones. On our necks every fucking minute of the day. You don’t even have a moment to brace yourself. His asshole servant can shock me any second he feels like it. I don’t even know what I did wrong half the time. He says I give him dirty looks. I can’t help the expression on my face! I hate it here! He shocks me…so easily…so often…like it’s nothing. Like it’s not the worst pain you can feel in your life! Oh, God—they’re monsters!”

  I hugged her against me again. My own tears started to flow. “You poor thing.”

  “If he shocks me one more time—just one more—I’m going to kill myself!”

  “No!” I pulled back to look at her. “Don’t even think like that.”

  “Why not?” She wiped her nose. “What the fuck do I have to live for in this horrible world?”

  “Inga, your husband brought you here because he wants things to be better.”

  She looked away from me. “Fuck that!”

  “My husband said he was crying. He told him he’s miserable too.”

  She was shaking her head but I kept talking.

  “They were following idiotic rules from this old high druid. But he’s dead now. The new druid doesn’t want women to suffer anymore. Things are going to change.”

  “Yes. I know about the new druid and all that bullshit. I read your letter, too, you know? Of course you’re happy with this gorgeous young husband who’s so famous all over the empire for being compassionate.”

  I blinked.

  “How would you like it if you were married to a fat old pig who farts and belches?”

  I closed my eyes but managed not to make a grossed out face.

  “He doesn’t care if I’m happy or not. He just wants to rip my pussy to shreds twice a month with his giant freak dick that moves all by itself. And then to tear my babies out of womb to scatter them God knows where. He probably sells them, that fucking fat slob. That’s all the good I am to him.”

  She rapped her knuckles on Kang to demand more tissues. He produced them out of a compartment I didn’t know existed.

  I rubbed a hand over my face. “Oh, dear God.”

  She blew her nose. “Honestly, though, you’re a very lucky girl. I believed your letter was a lie. I thought Elentinus was trying to get more famous by pretending to love his wife.”

  I shook my head resolutely. “No. I really wrote it. I meant every word.”

  Her bottom lip started to quiver. “I wish I could trade with you.”

  I soothed her shoulder. “We’re going to make things better.”

  “I don’t want it better.” She closed her eyes and lowered her head. “I want it over.”

  I saw Elentinus and Rolf-Tem walking over to us, but continued to rub her shoulder.

  “Please don’t talk like that,” I said. “You can survive this, Inga.”

  She eyed me and also caught sight of the two approaching. “I’m not talking about killing myself.”

  Elentinus and Rolf-Tem stood before us.

  “Would you like to join us for breakfast?” Elentinus said to Inga.

  “No.” She gripped my sleeve. “I want to stay with her.”

  He made the Dak-Hiliah nod, but Rolf-Tem drew breath to speak.

  “Husband, Rolf-Tem shocks her way too much. She’s terrified. Make him promise not to shock her while she’s here.”

  Rolf-Tem’s jaw dropped with a gasp of shock. He pressed his splayed fingers over his chest. “How untrue! I shock her exactly as many times as necessary.” He looked at Elentinus. “My Lord, not all your kinsmen were as lucky with their brides as you were. Inga is perpetually defiant. Why—she would spit in my master’s face if I didn’t control her.”

  Elentinus held his hand out. “Give me your control unit.”

  Rolf-Tem continued to look affronted. He glanced around the room while scoffing as if he was going to find some reason to refuse Elentinus. Finally he opened his satchel and dropped the control unit into Elentinus’ hand.

  My wonderful husband crushed it.

  Inga clasped her trembling hands together in the prayer position. “Oh, God…” She collapsed forward over her knees for a new volley of tears. I patted her back.

  “Thank you so much, husband.”

  “Return to your master,” Elentinus told Rolf-Tem.

  Rolf-Tem stuck his pointy nose in the air and obeyed.

  “I need a word with you, Maritza.”

  I stood. Inga lifted her head with a look of panic.

  “I’ll return her momentarily.”

  Inga nodded and Elentinus led me a few steps away from her. He huddled near to me.

  “Things between them are worse than I thought,” Elentinus said.

  “I know.” I kept my voice at a low coconspirator whisper.

  “I forgot that Nayjoor was raised by his Dak-Hiliah parents. He’s been exposed to Shindray’s rules all his life, Maritza. He treats Inga the way his father treated his mother. And he’s old. Too old to change, I think.”

  “I can’t believe that.”

  Elentinus frowned. “I fear you may have to. That’s why I wanted to talk to you. You must no
t get too invested in this woman’s problems. Give her a nice reprieve while she’s here, but don’t expect you have the power to change her home life. It’s not your fault or your responsibility.”

  I felt the tears welling up again. “Husband…she’s suicidal.”

  He tsked with genuine sympathy. “It’s a pity. Nayjoor has no trouble telling me what he’d like to see change, but he rails against all my suggestions to bring about that change. Younger Dak-Hiliah—they may have the chance to adopt new thinking. This stubborn old fool? He’ll stomp away and claim the situation is impossible before making the slightest attempt.”

  “Then let’s switch. Let me go talk to him and you listen to her for a while.”

  Elentinus made an exasperated smile. “That would be so awkward for him I almost want to allow it. But, Maritza, I couldn’t speak to Inga alone. I would only give her false hope.”

  Now the tears flowed out. “I’m still going to try. We at least have to get that Rolf-Tem under control.” I sniffled. “And maybe make sure Lord Nayjoor gives her that drug when they sleep together. She says he hurts her every time.”

  Elentinus soothed my hair and embraced me. I clutched him.

  “Oh, my sweet Maritza. Your compassion will be the end of you.” He leaned back and looked at me. “If all we can give her is a short reprieve you must accept that.”

  “I still have to—“

  “Shh.” He touched my lips. “I seldom make demands of you. Isn’t that true?”

  I nodded, but only slightly so his finger could stay on my mouth.

  “This is one demand you must obey. Don’t let this girl shift her suffering onto your shoulders. She has no control over his situation—and neither do you.”

  The way his words stung my insides…it made my cheeks hot and my legs weak. I wished I could pull out the arrow my husband had just shot into me.

  I’d turned away from him without thinking about it. Elentinus put his hand on my chin and made me look at him.

  “You’ll obey me—won’t you, Maritza?”

  “Yes, husband,” I said, without thought or hesitation.

  Elentinus closed his eyes and let out a shuddering sigh. “I love you so dearly, Maritza. You prove yourself an irreplaceable treasure again and again.”