20. Phoebe

20

PHOEBE

T he Great Hall was another vast gold and glass space, but this time the glass was purple which threw the entire enormous room into grand but gloomy shadow.

The servant boy led them to a low table in the center of the room. Instead of chairs, there were cushions to sit on—but not for the women. Phoebe saw only men sitting around the long table.

Sirex seemed to notice the same thing because he asked,

"Where is Phoebe supposed to sit?"

"Your female?" the servant asked. "Why, under the table with the other females, of course."

"What? Why must the women stay under the table?" Sirex demanded, frowning. "I don't like putting Phoeve in such a small, cramped space."

"But the females must be under the table so they can suck the shafts of the males who own them during the banquet," the servant said, looking shocked that he didn't already know this detail.

Sirex frowned.

"And what if I don't want Phoebe to suck me in public?"

"Oh, this isn't public, my dear Sirex." The high, nasal voice could only belong to Lord Thruck. Sure enough, when Phoebe looked up, she saw the enormous Trollox smiling down at them with his sane head. The insane one was lolling on his shoulder and drooling disgustingly as usual.

"If it's not public, what is it?" Sirex asked, frowning.

"Why just an intimate little dinner with our fifty closest friends." Thruck chortled with laughter. "So don't fear—just let your girl pleasure you as we dine."

"Such pleasures should be reserved for the bedroom," Sirex growled.

"Nonsense!" Lord Thruck frowned. "Your female must show us that she's worthy to be at the Royal Dining table—or rather, under the table." He chortled with laughter again and then frowned at Phoebe. "Besides, she must be hidden from sight in case the Emperor himself deigns to join us for the banquet. He must not be subjected to the sight of a female with unpierced nipples."

Phoebe held back a sigh and an eye-roll with great difficulty. What was it with the huge Trollox wanting everyone to get their nipples pierced? It was so weird!

"Come now, you're sitting at the end of the table with us," Lord Thruck went on. Nodding at Sirex, he led him down the long row of cushions to the far end of the table. Leaving the chair at the head of the table empty, he settled in the cushions directly to the right of it. Actually, he took up two cushions, Phoebe saw, as the Trollox settled with his thick legs hanging down into the well under the table.

Sirex settled beside him without comment and motioned for Phoebe. Pulling her close on the pretext of smoothing her hair, he murmured in her ear,

"Just pretend. You don't actually have to do what he said."

Phoebe nodded and ducked her head, allowing him to help her down into the dark space beneath the table.

Underneath the table it was much roomier than she would have expected, possibly because the dining table was extremely wide, which left space for everyone. It was a good thing because every single male seated at the table had a corresponding woman sitting between his legs.

After she settled between Sirex's spread thighs, Phoebe found that she was seated beside the girl with pale blue skin and long dark blue hair who Undersecretary Y'sfer had used to demonstrate the non-con bracelets by making her shock herself. She was diligently sucking on the extremely small shaft of the man whose thighs she was sitting between.

By angling her head, Phoebe could look up and see that it was Y'sfer himself who's cock the girl was sucking. This was because there was a kind of glass window in the table, presumably so the males being pleasured could watch the pleasuring.

There was a similar "window" at every place in the table and Phoebe could also see Sirex talking to Lord Thruck. The huge Trollox was, surprisingly, the only male at the table who wasn't getting his dick sucked. There was no one between his tree-trunk sized thighs. Phoebe wondered why not.

After a moment, Y'sfer's hand reached under the table and tapped the girl beside her on the head.

"That's enough for now, Be'ti'ta," Phoebe heard him say. "I need to be able to concentrate on the table conversation. I'll call for you again when I want more pleasure."

"Yes, my Lord," the girl murmured submissively. She cast a sidelong look at Phoebe. "He never wants to come right away because he can't get hard again for ages ," she murmured so only Phoebe could hear. "'Lord limp-dick' we call him in the harem!"

Phoebe put a hand over her mouth to muffle her laughter.

"Sounds like an apt nickname," she whispered back. "But maybe ‘Lord little-dick' would be even better," she added, nodding at the tiny finger-sized member still on display between Y'sfer's thighs. "Or maybe ‘Undersecretary of Micro-penises!'"

This time it was the other girl who put a hand to her mouth to stifle her laughter.

"Oh, don't!" she begged softly. "If I laugh too loud he'll punish me!"

"Sorry—I'll keep it to myself." Phoebe grinned at her. "You're Be'ti'ta, right?"

"Yes, that's me." The girl nodded. "And who are you?"

"I'm Phoebe," Phoebe said. She would have offered to shake hands but since she was sitting between Sirex's spread thighs and Be'ti'ta was sitting between Undersecretary Y'sfer, it would have been too awkward. Plus, she didn't even know if people shook hands on this planet. She'd had a shot of Translation Bacteria before leaving the Mother Ship to help her understand alien languages, but it didn't do anything to help her understand alien social norms and customs.

"So how long have you been here? In the palace, I mean?" she asked.

Be'ti'ta sighed.

"Oh, ages…a year at least," she said. "My father sold me to Undersecretary Y'sfer on my coming of age birthday and he brought me here to try and curry favor with the Emperor. How about you—are you going to stay for a while do you think?"

"Only until my mentor, er, my Master can get a Royal Audience with the Emperor," Phoebe said. "How hard is that, anyway? Getting an audience?"

"It's not easy." Be'ti'ta frowned. "Lord Thruck restricts access to the Shining One severely. Why, there are people here who have been waiting months to see him!"

Phoebe tried to imagine living for months in the palace, wearing the harness that fucked her with every step and the non-con bracelets that kept her from touching herself and shivered. She loved submitting to Sirex, but the situation they were in would get old very shortly.

"Isn't there any way to speed up the process?" she asked, frowning. "I mean anything my Master could do or say to Thruck to maybe gain an audience sooner?"

"Well…Lord Thruck loves a public display of pain or pleasure," Be'ti'ta said frankly. "Once he had my Master tie me up and flog me for an hour . It was shortly afterwards that he made him the Undersecretary," she added, casting a glance up at Y'sfer who was talking to the male beside him.

"So he just likes to watch other people getting busy?" Phoebe asked. "Is that why he doesn't have a girl of his own between his legs?" She looked at the tree trunk legs on the other side of her and made a face.

"Exactly—Lord Thruck never takes a woman of his own but he certainly likes to watch other males with their women." Be'ti'ta made a face. "I've always thought that was strange. Not that I'm complaining," she added quickly. "Y'sfer would give me away to him in a heartbeat if he asked, so I'm thankful he never has."

"I don't blame you for not wanting to be given to him," Phoebe said. "The sane head is bad enough but that crazy head of his is so creepy."

"It really is! Especially when the third eye opens and it speaks prophecy." Be'ti'ta's own eyes opened wide. "Why, do you know the other day it foretold someone's death?"

"What? How could it know when someone was going to die?" Phoebe asked skeptically.

"I don't know, but it was right. It said something like, ‘behold the dead—he fell on his head'—or something like that. I can't remember exactly," Be'ti'ta said. "But then the very next day the male it was looking at when it spoke, fell off his gallumpher during the weekly hunt and broke his neck and died."

"That's awful!" Phoebe wondered what a gallumpher was—maybe the Salacious Prime version of a horse?

"Yes, it was! And his poor female, Ta'li was one of my best friends. I begged Y'sfer to keep her here, but he wouldn't. He had her sold on the open market and now I'll probably never see her again." Be'ti'ta looked so sad that Phoebe really felt for her.

"I'm so sorry," she said softly. "But it's awful how women are bought and sold on this planet! Like they're nothing more than property ."

"That's how it's always been here," Be'ti'ta said with a sigh. "Why—is it different where you come from?"

"Well, we don't—" Phoebe began but Be'ti'ta interrupted her with a glad little cry.

"Oh good, they're passing out the Sparkler early!"

"The what?" Phoebe frowned as she watched the other girl crawl out from between Y'sfer's legs and take something from the girl on the other side of her. It appeared to be a silver can, kind of like a soda can from Earth, only there were no markings on it. Be'ti'ta took one for herself and passed one to Phoebe, who frowned at it.

"What's this?"

"Sparkler!" Be'ti'ta's eyes were bright with excitement. "Here—I'll show you how to open it."

She took the can back again and did something to the top of it. Then she handed it back and Phoebe saw that a perfect circle had been punched in the top of it. She took a whiff of the contents and pulled back for a moment.

"Whew—that's strong!"

"It only smells strong—the taste is actually really mild. Try it," Be'ti'ta urged her, taking a swig from her own silver can.

Phoebe took a small sip and found that the other girl was right—the "Sparkler" had a sweet, tart, fruity taste that reminded her a little bit of a mimosa, though it didn't taste particularly alcoholic. It also had a lot of bubbles, which she liked. She took a bigger sip and before she knew it, she had drunk half the can.

"This stuff is pretty good," she remarked to Be'ti'ta.

"Oh, I know! We look forward to getting it every day." Be'ti'ta took another swig from her own can. "It tastes so good and it really makes the nights so much more bearable ."

"What do you mean, ‘more bearable?'" Phoebe asked, frowning.

"Oh, you know. Sleeping with our Masters." Be'ti'ta looked up through the round glass "table window" and made a face at Y'sfer. "You think it's easy to put up having sex with him every night? Because it's not—it's a fucking nightmare! "

Phoebe was a little taken aback by the other girl's unguarded words. Earlier, Be'ti'ta had seemed like the type who "wouldn't say ‘shit' if she had a mouthful of it,'" as her Granny liked to say. But now she was much more uninhibited. What was going on?

"Er…are you feeling okay?" she asked, frowning.

"Fine. Never better." Be'ti'ta drank some more. "I won't be if Y'sfer doesn't get me pregnant with a son soon though," she added morosely. "Of course being here in the palace is supposed to help with fertility issues—that's why he brought me here. But so far it's not working."

Phoebe's ears perked up.

"So…the rumor is that coming to the palace increases your fertility?"

"Oh, yes! Just breathing the air around here is supposed to make a female more fertile. Take a look around and see how many of the girls here are pregnant," Be'ti'ta said.

Squinting in the darkness under the table, Phoebe looked down the long line of women sitting between their Masters' thighs. She couldn't see everyone but it was clear that a fair number of them were, indeed, pregnant.

"Wow," she murmured. "I guess you're right."

"Of course I'm right!" Be'ti'ta said crossly. "But it's not my fault I'm not pregnant yet. Maybe if his Lordship the Undersecretary could squirt more than a few drops at a time and he didn't waste it all in my mouth, I'd already have a baby stretching my belly!"

Before she could go on, something thumped on the table hard enough to make all the silverware and glasses above rattle together. It sounded to Phoebe like someone had hit the table with a ham-sized fist.

"Oh, that's Fuck—I mean, Thruck!" Be'ti'ta gave a little giggle and then hiccupped before taking another swig from her silver can. "He's making his nightly announcement now."

"What announcement?" Phoebe asked. But Thruck soon answered her question.

"Friends and fellow males, it appears that once again the Shining One has not deigned to grace us with his presence. We grieve, of course, for we love to see his Royal face, but since the Emperor is not here, let us begin our banquet."

There was some polite clapping from the males sitting above them and Be'ti'ta rolled her eyes.

"See? That always happens! And then Fuck—I mean Thruck—gets to run things however he wants because the Emperor never shows up anymore."

"Do you think there's something wrong with him? The Emperor, I mean?"

Phoebe took another sip from her can. She really did like the fruity flavor, but she was beginning to feel slightly light-headed and loose—kind of like the way she'd felt that one time when her friend gave her an edible in college. Maybe she ought to slow down…

"Dunno if there's anything wrong with him or not. I guess you could ask the servants—they're the only ones that can get into his room since Fuck locked the main door." She hiccupped again. "They just?—"

But Phoebe never got to hear the end of her sentence. Just then Y'sfer reached down under the table and grabbed a handful of her long blue hair.

"Get over here and service me, woman!" he demanded. "The food is being served and I want you sucking me as I eat!"

"Yes, my Lord!" Be'ti'ta dove back between his thighs and began sucking his tiny, shriveled cock again. She was displaying more enthusiasm for the task than she had before, Phoebe noticed—almost as though she wanted to suck him. Which was definitely strange.

And then she heard Thruck saying,

"But why is your female not servicing you?"

"She was a moment ago but I prefer to concentrate on my food while I eat without any distractions," Sirex said smoothly.

Looking up through the round glass "table window", Phoebe felt like she was at the bottom of the ocean, looking up through the waves to the sky above. For a moment, it almost seemed like everything was swaying around her—like she was deep in the sea and the ocean current was rocking her gently from side to side…

Then it occurred to her that this strange sensation wasn't normal. And why was she having thoughts about being under the sea? Also, why did her nipples suddenly feel so tender and why was her clit throbbing with need?

Did I suddenly just get a hundred percent hornier in the last ten minutes? she wondered. And if so—why?

Looking down, she found the silver can of Sparkler was still in her hand. But when she shook it, there was only a swallow left. Had she really drunk almost the whole thing? She tilted the can to get the last drops but they somehow missed her mouth and the last bit of sweet, sticky liquid poured over her breasts instead.

"Oops!" Phoebe muttered and then giggled because the accident seemed really funny for some reason. She started to try brushing the sticky stuff off her breasts but remembered at the last minute that she was wearing the non-con bracelets and didn't want to shock herself. Well, it looked like she was just going to have to stay sticky—at least until the banquet was over.

Suddenly she felt even hornier. Putting down the empty can, she scooted closer to Sirex's crotch. Reaching up, she began to rub the thick bulge between his thighs.

But she barely had time to enjoy the warmth of his cock through the smooth leather of his trousers before his big hand shot down and grabbed her by the wrist. Sirex's face suddenly appeared as he ducked down to look under the table.

"Phoebe! What in the Seven Hells do you think you're doing?" he growled, glaring at her.

"Why…just pleasuring you, Master. Like all the other girls are giving pleasure to their Masters," Phoebe protested innocently. She was still feeling pleasantly light-headed and extremely horny. The idea of kneeling between her mentor's thighs and sucking him off made her feel naughty and deliciously submissive.

"Why are you trying to stop your female from giving you oral pleasure?" she heard Thruck asking in a disapproving voice. "Here in the Royal palace it's customary to allow your female to suck you as you eat."

"It seems like a strange custom to me," Sirex growled. "Why would you make up a tradition like that in the first place?"

He still had hold of Phoebe's hand, keeping her from touching him. So instead, she turned her head to the side and began rubbing her cheek against the hard bulge of his cock. Mmm , his spicy, masculine scent was stronger here—it seemed to invade her senses and make her want to suck him even more!

"We consider it a kindness to allow your female to suck you," Lord Thruck said. "Females are not allowed to eat at the dinner table with males since they are not our equals. So the only nourishment they receive is the seed you spurt in their mouths to warm their bellies. If you don't allow your female to suck you, it's the same thing as saying you want her to starve!"

"But…but she doesn't…" Sirex didn't seem to know what to say. Phoebe was still rubbing her cheek lovingly against the hard bulge in his trousers. Looking up at him, she breathed,

"Please, Master—let me suck you. Don't deny me your seed and the pleasure of your cock!"

"Phoebe?" He looked uncertain but it was clear he couldn't ask if she really wanted to do this with Lord Thruck watching.

"Please," she begged again. And, turning her head, she placed a hot kiss over the bulge in his leather trousers—which was already considerably larger than it had been before she started rubbing it.

" Gods ," Sirex groaned. "Phoebe…baby…"

"Let her do it. It's clear she wants to." Lord Thruck's high voice sounded interested—even excited. Phoebe remembered what Be'ti'ta had said about the Trollox being a voyeur who liked to watch the pain and pleasure of others. Maybe putting on a good show would make him more likely to let them meet with the Emperor.

It was a valid consideration, but to be honest, she mostly just wanted to suck her mentor's cock. When she shifted her hips, she could feel the thick plug moving inside her and the clit jewelry was teasing her too. She was getting hotter and hotter and more and more desperate. It came into her head that maybe swallowing Sirex's seed would help ease the urgent cravings she was feeling.

The moment she had that thought, Phoebe was sure it was true. That was what she needed—a drink of his seed!

"Please, Sir," she begged again. "Please, I need to suck you!"

"Gods…all right." Reluctantly, she thought, he unfastened the magno-tabs that held his trousers together.

Phoebe couldn't wait. She reached eagerly into his leather trousers to claim her prize. What she saw when she drew it out made her mouth water.

Sirex was big—even bigger than the pussy plug currently filling her. Eagerly, Phoebe rubbed her cheek against the long, hard shaft, inhaling his spicy, masculine musk. Then she saw something really surprising—he had more than one shaft.

She stared in surprise at what she saw. There was a second shaft that was much shorter and thinner sitting directly above the large shaft.

"Wow," she blurted. "Two cocks for the price of one!" The phrase struck her as funny for some reason and she went off in a gale of giggles.

"Oh, do you have a second shaft?" Thruck leaned over eagerly to see—which he could by peering through the round glass "table window."

"Er…yes. I'm half Scourge." Sirex sounded uncomfortable. "The bottom shaft is for breeding while the top shaft is for lubrication purposes."

Speaking of lubrication, the top shaft was already leaking a creamy white liquid, Phoebe saw. Curiously, she leaned over and swiped at the mushroom shaped head with her tongue.

A flavor like warm caramel spread over her tongue and Phoebe was sure it was the best thing she'd ever tasted. Eagerly, she leaned closer and took the entire smaller shaft in her mouth—something she couldn't have managed with the much larger bottom one. She began bobbing her head, sucking eagerly to get more of the delicious caramel cream.

"Gods, baby!" Sirex groaned hoarsely and she felt his big hand stroking her hair. "That's right—you're being such a good girl, sucking me like that!"

" Mmmm ," was Phoebe's only reply as she continued to suck eagerly.

"I'm curious, can your two shafts orgasm independently of each other?" Thruck asked. Clearly the huge Trollox was enjoying the show.

"Uh…yes. Yes, they…they can," Sirex panted. "Take it easy, baby," he added, stroking Phoebe's hair. "Gods, you're making me fucking crazy!"

Phoebe loved it when he cursed—it wasn't easy to break through her mentor's cool composure and draw such words from him. She redoubled her efforts, swirling her tongue around the smaller shaft as she sucked.

A moment later she was rewarded by a low groan from Sirex and then more of the creamy caramel liquid was flooding her mouth. Phoebe swallowed it all, sucking a little longer to be sure she'd gotten every last drop. Then she turned her attention to his lower shaft.

"My, my—your little female is certainly eager for your seed," Thruck remarked. His high voice sounded almost greedy as he continued to watch and he was rubbing himself under the table—not that Phoebe cared. She was too busy sucking the larger shaft to see what flavor cream it might produce.

She wasn't disappointed—the flavor of the lower shaft's precum was like melted chocolate—which went perfectly with the caramel cream she'd just swallowed.

" Mmmm!" she moaned happily as she sucked the entire large head into her mouth and began to work the thick shaft with both hands.

"My, my—she's positively milking you," Thruck remarked to Sirex.

"Gods…yes, she fucking is!" Her mentor's words came out in a low groan. "Be careful, Phoebe," he warned in a strained voice. "My lower shaft…produces much more seed…than the upper one. If you don't stop, you're going to get more…more than you bargained for!"

Phoebe stopped sucking for just a moment, though she kept on working his shaft with her hands.

"I don't mind, Master," she purred giving him a naughty little smile. "In fact, I want your cream. I want you to come in my mouth and shoot your cream down my throat. "

Her dirty talk seemed to be almost more than Sirex could bear. With a low growl, he twisted his hand in her hair and brought her mouth back to the head of his cock.

Phoebe sucked it eagerly, taking him as deep as she could, swirling her tongue around the broad head to get as much of his melted-chocolate precum as she could.

It didn't take long after that for her mentor to start coming.

"Gods, baby—going to come now," he rumbled, stroking her hair. "Going to shoot my cum in your hot little mouth!"

Phoebe moaned and sucked him even harder…and was rewarded a moment later by a gush of hot cream.

His cum tasted every bit as good as his precum had and she swallowed eagerly as he pumped it down her throat, just as he had promised. Spurt after spurt of melted chocolate—it was utterly delicious and Phoebe couldn't get enough of it.

Luckily, there was a lot of it—so much so that Thruck actually remarked on it.

"My goodness—you are a big producer, aren't you?" he said. Phoebe could see from the corner of her eye that he had opened his velvet breeches and was rubbing a cock that looked ludicrously small compared to the rest of his massive body.

Not that she cared—her Master was giving her what she needed and that was all she wanted to concentrate on at the moment.

At last Sirex finished coming. He groaned softly as Phoebe sucked gently on the broad head of his lower cock, making sure to get every last drop. Then she looked up at him.

"Thank you for giving me your cream, Master," she purred, giving him another naughty smile. She was still feeling horny—though not as urgently as she had before. Still, it was nice to rest her head on his knee and look up to meet his eyes as she slowly twirled her tongue around the head of his cock—which for some reason, still hadn't gotten soft, though he had pumped about a gallon of his cream down her throat.

"You're a good girl, Phoebe." Sirex couldn't seem to stop watching her as she teased him. He stroked her hair gently as she continued to lap at the crown of his cock. "A very good girl."

"Thank you, Master," she murmured demurely and went back to her leisurely licking. How many times had she fantasized about submitting to him and sucking him this way? And now her fantasy was a reality—she didn't want it to end.

Dinner was over at last, however and Sirex reached down to refasten his trousers. He got up from the cushion he was sitting on and then reached down to pull Phoebe out from under the table.

"That was quite a show you put on," Thruck remarked, also rising from the two cushions he'd been sitting on. "I was much impressed by your female's eagerness. I mean, the Sparkler is supposed to make a female thirsty for a male's seed, but she really seemed to enjoy sucking you!"

"Yes, she did." Sirex gave Phoebe a confused frown. "But what do you mean about ‘the Sparkler' making her want seed? What's that?"

"Why, it's the special drink we brew here to give to our females," Thruck explained. "It's an aphrodisiac mixture made from locally sourced ingredients. It drives the females wild— makes them very sexually needy, you know."

"It does?" The look of confusion on Sirex's face was replaced by one of dismay. "You mean Phoebe drank this stuff—this Sparkler—and that's why she was so eager to suck me off?" He looked at her. "Phoebe? Is this true?"

"It tastes like a mimosa," Phoebe confessed. She made a face. "But I spilled some on me and now my breasts are all sticky." She reached up to brush at her chest, forgetting this time about the non-con bracelets. A sharp shock in her fingertips reminded her and she yanked her hands away. "Ouch!"

Sirex turned back to Thruck, who was still watching them, his yellow eyes avid with interest.

"How long does this stuff last? An hour? Two?"

"One can of Sparkler will generally last the entire night—it's why we give it to them at supper time," the Trollox told him. "That way a female is thirsty for seed and needy to be bred all night long."

"All night?" Sirex sounded dismayed.

"Yes—it's long lasting because we use a special ingredient, you know." Thruck leaned closer as though telling a secret. "I oversee the brewing myself—during the final stages we stir the concoction with The Lust Finger."

"Is that right?" Sirex's red-on-black eyes were suddenly sharp. "What is this ‘Lust Finger?'"

"Oh, it's an ancient artifact that grants arousal and fertility," Thruck told him. "It's from the Emperor's own private collection—very valuable because of its aphrodisiac qualities, you know."

"I see." Sirex looked back at Phoebe again. "So my female will be really eager for sex all night, then?"

"She'll want it badly." Thruck nodded. "So I hope you're not too tired for another round," he added, laughing that high, tittering laugh that Phoebe found so annoying.

Suddenly, his mad head spoke up.

"The need for seed will drive her greed," it babbled in that hoarse, low voice that was so different from the sane head's voice. The eye in the center of its forehead was open, glaring at them both. "All night long, she'll sing love's song. But in the morning, all will be wrong."

"Hush!" Thruck's sane head looked at the mad one nervously. It was clear that the words unnerved it. However, the mad head had slumped on his shoulder again. The third eye had closed and the other two eyes were back to staring blankly into space as the slack mouth drooled.

"Master, can we go now?" Phoebe asked, looking up at Sirex. "I'm all sticky!"

"Yes, we need to get you cleaned up. Come on, then." Sirex put an arm around her and started to leave the Great Hall, but Thruck stopped him.

"I was very impressed with you tonight, merchant," he told Sirex. "You might yet have a chance to meet the Shining One and show him your technology…if you continue to be entertaining."

Sirex simply nodded.

"I'll keep that in mind. And now, good night."

"Good night." Thruck nodded with his sane head but Phoebe couldn't help thinking that the insane head was watching them too, as Sirex shepherded her out of the banquet hall and towards their bed chamber.