His Black Pearl by Jena Cryer Read Free Book Online Page B

into my paw-like hands.
    This is all too much. It’s just too damn
much.
    Across from me, Miss Priss roots around the
corner of her kennel. I know I shouldn’t look, but I can’t help it.
I’m curious.
    She picks up something long and pink in her
mouth, and when she dangles it through the bars of her cage, my
stomach heaves.
    It’s a dildo. A massive, flesh-colored
dildo.
    Her tongue dances circles around its tip, and
only sheer willpower keeps me from throwing up.
    Why is she doing this to me?
    Amusement colors her eyes, and the sicker I
feel, the harder she goes at the giant phallus.
    I’d hoped for an ally, possibly even a
friend, but this woman, this…animal, isn’t any creature I’d ever
trust. Her lips curl into a Sphinx-like smirk. She wraps her mouth
around the silicone cock. When she tilts back her head, the whole
length of it disappears down her throat.
    This time I can’t hold back the bile.
    My stomach empties itself in the back of my
kennel, and Miss Priss’s deep-throated chuckles echo through the
room.
    She doesn’t stop laughing for a very long
time.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Seven
    It’s morning.
    White Coat enters our kennel shortly after
sunrise, and Miss Priss is already moaning for him through her
cage.
    God, I hate that woman.
    All night I could hear her sucking and
gurgling and thrusting herself upon the sex toy in her cage, and I
know it wasn’t just for her pleasure. She was torturing me. She was
trying to make my night the worst possible hell it could ever be,
and she just about succeeded.
    My eyes burn.
    I wish I could have slept at least a little
last night, but I was too sick with fear to do anything other than
just curl up into a ball and shiver. Now my muscles ache, and my
stomach still churns. I’m nowhere near strong enough to face the
nightmare to come, and from the look on White Coat’s face, he knows
it, too.
    But of course, that doesn’t change
anything.
    He takes Miss Priss from her cage first. I
watch him groom, bathe, and primp her for nearly half an hour
before he does the same to me. Not once does he force himself on
either of us. I guess that’s not his place. We belong to Master,
after all, and from what I can tell this man is just our groom.
Heaven forbid he should ever play with the animals he’s paid to
look after.
    He pulls out a couple of dishes and feeds us.
I’m too hungry to even question the mound of boiled chicken and
chopped vegetables placed before me, and I eat it all without ever
lifting my face from the bowl.
    He strokes my cunt. “Sona.”
    I’m already so used to this I don’t even look
up, and I’m just swallowing the last bite of my food when something
sharp bites me in the rear.
    I jump.
    What in God’s name…
    He rubs my back and says a whole string of
words I don’t understand, but I can’t focus on anything except the
syringe in his hand. What did he just give me?
    Miss Priss’s ass is already in the air when
he leans forward to administer her shot, and she coos when he’s
done. Dear God, is this what made her into the animal she is now?
I’m shaking hard. A whole list of chemical compounds roll through
my mind, and I’m busy trying to figure out what the most likely
intoxicant would be when the vial slips out of White Coat’s hand
and falls to the floor beside me.
    I steal a quick peak at the label.
Medroxyprogesterone. The name sounds so familiar, but I can’t place
it. The drug’s not a hallucinogen or a barbiturate. It sounds
almost hormonal, almost like…
    Birth control.
    I let out a shaky breath. Of course they’d
have to give us birth control. No self-respecting master would ever
wear a condom, and what good would a sex slave be if she was always
getting pregnant?
    I’m trembling hard when White Coat slips the
gag into my mouth. The leash comes next.
    I keep expecting for a bathroom break at some
point, but when White Coat opens the front door I curse myself for
ever hoping for something as mundane as a toilet. These