Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 108211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Chief Stern-son’s voice rang out almost as loudly as Mother Strict-ezz’s tones when she was preaching on the evils of sex with Manimals. Andi winced and fought to keep her face from betraying her fright.
She and Goodie Bo-long were standing in two round, fenced-in enclosures—each about twelve feet high. They were side by side but not connected, which made them cellmates again, Andi supposed. The sun was up but a chilly breeze was whipping through the empty field where they had been sent. It wasn’t too far from the Boom-boom field where she and Cade had crash-landed in the first place. In fact, she thought she could see the sunlight winking off the viewscreen of their ship. But it might as well have been on the next planet—there was no way she could reach it.
All around the fenced enclosures stood the New Order Members. Goodie Tight-azz was among them, leering through the chain-link type fence at Andi in anticipation, clearly excited by the trial and the eventual punishment that would no doubt be handed down.
“You have both been seen having indecent and carnal relations with your Manimals!” Chief Stern-son continued loudly. “For which you must be punished!”
“Don’t be ridiculous—we were only doing what comes naturally,” Goodie Bo-long said. She had her arms crossed over her chest and a sardonic little smile playing around her lips. Her snarky attitude didn’t bode well for either of them, Andi thought, uneasily.
“I mean, if just one of you dried up old prudes would let your Manimals fuck you once in a while, you’d see how much fun it can be!” she continued flippantly.
This statement was greeted with hisses and boos and shouts of,
“Whore!” from the watching New Order members.
Andi didn’t like where this was headed—not one bit.
“So you are unrepentant, Goodie Bo-long?” the Chief demanded.
“I’m not sorry because I have nothing to be sorry for,” Goodie Bo-long said firmly. “I was doing what came naturally—allowing my Manimals to pleasure and mount me. They’re still men, after all—even if they do have more simplified minds now. You should try it—believe me, you’d all feel a hell of a lot better if you got mounted once in a while!”
“And do you agree with Goodie Bo-long?” Chief Stern-son demanded, turning to Andi.
“I…” Andi licked her lips nervously, trying to think how to phrase things. “Look, I’m not even from this planet. My Protector, Cade, and I crash landed here. We didn’t have any kind of sexual relationship before we came here and I never intended to have that kind of…of relationship with him.” She swallowed hard. “But once we got here and he breathed in The Scent, Cade became a Manimal. He’s very big and very strong and he was very determined to, er, to have me.”
“Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it!” Goodie Tight-azz shouted from the crowd. “I walked in on them and saw her, Chief Stern-son!” she added. “I saw her with her Manimal’s face between her legs and she didn’t seem to mind it one bit!”
Andi felt her cheeks growing red with shame and guilt. She wanted to protest that Cade had held her down—that he had insisted on tasting her. But while that was true, what Goodie Tight-azz had said was true too—she had enjoyed it. In fact, just thinking of it made her pussy feel overheated and her nipples go tight and achy. God, how addicted to sex did you have to be to get horny at your own trial, she wondered?
“Multiple witnesses have seen the two of you having relations with your Manimals!” Chief Stern-son went on relentlessly. “Therefore, it is my judgment as Chief Peace Keeper, that the two of you shall be enclosed with those same Manimals for an extended period of time until you have each learned your lesson.”
“And what lesson is that, Stern-son?” Goodie Bo-long demanded. “That you get to make the rules just because you don’t like people fucking their Manimals? Who died and put you in charge?”
“Enough of this! Put them to their punishments!” Mother Strict-ezz’s voice drowned out even the boos and hisses. She was standing right beside Goodie Tight-azz, Andi saw, and her mouth was puckered in a sour expression of disapproval and disgust.
“Agreed, Mother Strict-ezz.” Chief Stern-son nodded. “Bring in the Manimals—but don’t remove the shock collars and leashes until they’re safely in the pens,” she ordered.
Several women came forward. Two of them were leading Manny and Gobi on long leather leashes through the tall grass. Both Manimals were growling—their eyes red with angry lust. The moment they caught sight of Goodie Bo-long, the growling increased and the two of them started yanking on their leashes.
“They know their Mistress, I see,” Chief Stern-son said, sounding extremely self-satisfied. “Go on—put them in the pen with her and see how well they play with her now that they’ve both gone Primal.”