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tongue again. I reflexively licked them and moaned again as the pleasure built.
    "Please, Dark Skies," I said.
    "Please, what, Andromeda?"
    "I-" I didn't know.
    "Do you want me to touch you?"
    "Yes!"
    She set her hands moving, leaning closer, and my panting increased.
    "I want you to think about something," she said. "If you can still think. I want you to think about belonging to me."
    I moaned. "Yes," I whispered. "Yes."
    "Kissing me."
    "Yes."
    "Making love to me."
    "Yes, Dark Skies. Please, yes."
    "Already this feels so good, doesn't it, Andromeda?"
    "Yes," I whispered, dragging it out.
    "We have only been here for a while, not even ten minutes. Imagine a life with me. I would be your queen, and you would obey me completely, wouldn't you?"
    "Yes," I agreed.
    "I will give you a choice, Andromeda. Beg to kiss my feet. Beg to kiss them, and I will make you feel very, very good. Or ask me to stop, and I will walk away."
    "No!" I said. "Don't go."
    "Then beg," she said. Then she licked my lips again, and I was filled with more pleasure and such need.
    "Please, Dark Skies," I said. "Please let me kiss you feet. Please don't stop. Please... Please..."
    As begging goes, it probably wasn't very good, but I didn't have enough brain power left for eloquence.
    She moved from me, standing, and I felt such loss.
    "Kiss my feet, Andromeda," she said. "Kiss them very thoroughly, and I will give you pleasure."
    She didn't need to order twice. I slid from the sofa and lowered myself to her feet. I kissed them, and I kissed them, and when she ordered me to lick, I licked. She ordered me to open my mouth, and then she slid two fingers into me, and I sucked on them greedily. Then I kissed her feet some more before she pulled me to my feet.
    Then we were kissing again, her tongue in my mouth, and I knew nothing else but pleasure for along time after that.

Negotiation
    When next I could think, I was back in my cell, lying on my side. The shackles were gone, but I still wore the visor. I didn't remember getting there, but I felt deep loss. Dark Skies was not there.
    I didn't remember getting there. I didn't remember anything but pleasure after I kissed her feet.
    I closed my eyes and slept.
    * * * *
    I woke to a voice saying, "Breakfast will arrive in ten minutes, Mating Candidate Hayes."
    I opened my eyes slowly. I reached up to rub the sleep from them, surprising myself when I found the visor in place. I tried to remove it, but I couldn't.
    I lay there for a while, trying to put the pieces together.
    The battle of wills wasn't a battle at all. I'd have done anything she asked, anything at all. And it took her only a few minutes.
    Eventually I sat up. Breakfast arrived. I took a look at it then saw to my morning needs, cleaning up as best I could.
    I found evidence I had deeply enjoyed my time with Dark Skies, although my panties were fresher than they should have been. I didn't ask myself too closely how that could have happened.
    I was ravenous by the time I turned to the food. It was basic breakfast: pancakes, eggs, and bacon. There was orange juice to go with. I ate every bite then placed the tray back where I'd gotten it.
    Then I went back to the bed and curled up, closing my eyes.
    I didn't sleep, and it was only a little while before the visor dimmed, then brightened. Administrator Brighteyes appeared.
    "Good morning, Ms. Hayes."
    "I lost," I whispered.
    "That was a given. In all fairness, I would also have lost, although I would probably find a way to cheat."
    "You drugged me."
    "I didn't drug you. Dark Skies did."
    "How?"
    "Her scent."
    "Can all of you do that?"
    "Most species produce pheromones. The Octal are especially potent. But tell me. Do you doubt me when I tell you that we are able to cheat?"
    "No," I whispered. "Oh god, what did she do to me? I barely remember."
    "Almost nothing. Dark Skies is a very kind woman, Ms. Hayes. She asked me to thank you."
    "Why?"
    "I think she told you. She's never done that before. Although you were