Page 103 of Wrapped in Their Arms

The drone whirred in a slow circle around them, its lens focusing intently on their groins.ButneitherBrightnorBurnwas hard.Theystood with their fists clenched, their postures rigid with tension and defiance.

This seemed to displeaseThune.Themiddle head let out an angry snort.

“Well now, this is no good—we must be able to see what kind of equipment you have before we start the breeding, piggies.Eachof you, take a pink drink from the cooler unit.”Hegestured with a massive hand towards a sleek, humming unit in the corner.“Andwhile we’re at it, we think it would be good to have some wine.”

He heaved himself off the couch and lumbered towards the cooler.Ashe did,Noelle’seyes, sharp with fear and desperation, caught a glimpse of something long and silver sticking out of the pocket of his sagging, filthy trousers.

Her heart gave a wild leap.

Could it be?Thekey to the shuttle?

It had the right shape, the right metallic glint.ShenudgedBrightsubtly with her elbow and nodded her head minutely towardsThune’sretreating back.TheLightTwin’sgaze followed hers, and he gave an almost imperceptible nod, catchingBurn’seye to pass the silent message along.

Is there any way to get it?

But the hope was immediately crushed by the sight of the silver remote, still held securely in theTrollox’sother hand.

Thune opened the cooler, the light from within illuminating his grotesque features.Hepulled out a large, dark bottle of wine and poured a truly enormous amount into a tankard that looked like it had been carved from a dinosaur’s skull.Thesmell that wafted across the room was pungent and fruity, with a sharp, alcoholic burn that stungNoelle’snostrils even from a distance.Itwas clearly potent stuff.

“Well?Whatare you waiting for—come here and have a pink drink, piggy-wigs,” he demanded, turning back to them and waving the remote again.

Reluctantly, they walked towards the cooler, their bare feet silent on the cold stone.Noellefelt utterly exposed and vulnerable under the unblinking gaze of the drone andThune’ssix hungry eyes.

“What’s in this fucking stuff?”Burngrowled, picking up one of the small, chilled bottles filled with a vibrant, pepto-bismol-pink liquid from the door of the unit.

“Nothing bad—it only gives good feelings,”Thunepromised, all three of his heads nodding in unnerving unison.“Allgood feelings for the piggy-wigs,” the middle head remarked with a wet-sounding chuckle.“Nowdrink up…or would you rather drink pain?”

He pointed the remote directly at them, and the collars around their necks hummed ominously.

Noelle hastily uncapped her own bottle.Thesmell that hit her was cloyingly sweet and minty, with a chalky, medicinal undertone that reminded her exactly of thePepto-Bismolit looked like.

She had never been able to stand the taste or smell of wintergreen—it made her want to gag.Butthe threat of the shock collar was more immediate.Shepinched her nose and took a sip.

The taste was worse than the smell—thick, syrupy, and disgustingly sweet, with a bitter, chemical finish that coated her tongue.Sheforced herself to swallow, then took another, larger gulp, desperate to get it over with.Thankfully, the bottle was small, and it was gone in only a few revolting swallows.

Bright andBurndowned theirs with similar expressions of disgust.

Almost immediately, a wave of dizziness washed overNoelle.Theroom seemed to tilt slightly and she had to put out her arms to keep her balance.

That wasn't the only effect, however—the strange, achy fullness she’d felt earlier in her breasts returned with a vengeance—a deep, throbbing need that made her nipples pull into painfully tight, sensitive peaks.

But between her legs, things were even worse.Asudden, shocking heat bloomed in her core—a wet, aching emptiness that made her gasp.Shehad to squeeze her thighs together tightly, trying to alleviate the sudden, fierce ache of desire that clenched deep in her belly.

Noelle looked at the empty bottle in disbelief.

What the hell was in that drink?

On either side of her, it was obviousBrightandBurnwere feeling the effects too.Theircocks—which had been soft moments before—were now rising, thickening, and lengthening with startling speed.Theyswelled to their full, impressive dimensions, standing thick and hard and proud between their legs.

Burn’s shaft was a masterpiece of brutal thickness—heavily veined and dark with desire, whileBright’swas slightly longer—a graceful, elegant weapon.

The sight of them, combined with the strange, potent cocktail coursing through her veins, sent a fresh jolt of pure, undiluted lust straight to her already soaked pussy.

Suddenly,Noellehad never felt so needy… or so empty.Avivid, unbidden image flashed in her mind—she saw herself dropping to her knees right there on the cold stone floor and taking both of them into her mouth at once, just as she had on the auction stage at theFleshBazaar.Shewanted to taste them…to feel their weight on her tongue…to hear their groans as she sucked them both…

She fought the feeling, clenching her fists, but it was a losing battle.Thepink drink was stripping away her inhibitions…amplifying every carnal impulse and filling her with a desperate sexual need.

She could tellBrightandBurnwere equally affected.Bothwere looking at her now, their earlier reluctance burned away by a predatory, half-lidded hunger.Shecould almostsmelltheir desire—a hot, masculine scent of clean sweat and dark, spicy musk that burned her nose and made her feel weak in the knees with a lust so profound it was dizzying.