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“No—I say we tie her legs apart and each have a turn in her pussy!” a third called out, giving her a lustful look. “And after that—burn her alive—assuming she survives,” he added.

Phoebe was horrified—what the hell was wrong with the bloodthirsty bastards?

“You can’t touch me!” she protested. “I’m wearing a green collar—and I’m another man’s property.”

“We are afraid, my dear, that your collar means nothing now. You have transgressed our law which means you may be punished in any way we see fit,” Thruck’s sane head said, leering at her.

But suddenly the hoarse, gravely voice of Lord Thruck’s crazy head spoke up.

“The little female won’t be so fierce, if at first her nips you pierce!” it said.

Lord Thruck’s sane head gave the crazy one a wary look, but seemed to like the idea.

“Indeed—a public piercing!” it called out. “Servants, go get the whipping cross and the piercing equipment. We’ll teach this little whore a lesson right now!”

There was another cheer and a burst of trollish laughter and then everything was happening too fast.

Before Phoebe knew it, the servants had brought in a large wooden frame shaped like the letter X. They stripped her naked and chained her to it, hooking the non-con manacles she wore to the top of the wooden X and tying her ankles to the bottom.

“Look at her—not even wearing a harness! Has she no shame?” Thruck’s sane head demanded, gesturing at her naked body. He was already holding the nipple piercer—the tool that looked like a pair of pliers with needles attached to its pinching ends.

Phoebe shivered as she saw it coming towards her. Oh God, she didn’t want to go through this! And who knew what other nasty things they would do to her once Thruck was done piercing her nipples? The suggestions some of the men had made were horrifying!

As though reading her mind, the sane head gave her a nasty leer.

“Don’t worry my dear—this little pain is going to be nothing to what we do to you afterwards. After the public piercing, I think we’ll have a public fucking! And every male here will get a turn in your pussy!”

“If you lay a single hand on me, Sirex will kill you!” Phoebe snapped, trying to look fierce instead of scared to death.

“We don’t see him anywhere—do you? We do believe your Master is lost, sweet Phoebe. Which means you’re a female alone—which makes you fair game for any punishment we can think up for you,” Thruck sneered at her. “Now tell us—which nipple did you wish to get pierced first?”

“Please!” Phoebe gasped. “Please, if you’ll just listen?—”

“Listen to what? More of your pitiful excuses? We don’t think so.” Thruck’s sane head smiled, revealing rows of sharp teeth. There was sadism dancing in those piggy yellow eyes—the look of a torturer who enjoys his job and who is just getting started. He positioned the piercer around her right nipple and Phoebe clenched her jaw, getting ready to endure the pain when suddenly a new voice rang through the Grand Salon.

“Get your fucking hands off my woman before I kill you!”

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SIREX

Every head in the Grand Salon jerked around to stare at Sirex as he strode into the room. He’d had a hell of a time finally getting his mount to turn back towards the Royal Stables and he’d been anxious when he saw that he was clearly the last one back from the hunt. He didn’t like leaving Phoebe alone in the palace when there were so many predatory males around.

And now he saw that things were even worse than he’d feared—Phoebe was chained naked to a large wooden frame and that fucker, Thruck, was about to hurt her!

Rage rushed through him, and a blood-red curtain dropped over his vision. Fury like he had never felt before flooded his body with adrenaline and it was all he could do not to rush forward and rip both the fucking Trollox’s heads off! His fangs lengthened and sharpened and he bared them like a beast in a show of pure aggression.

“Get away from her!” he roared, striding forwards and ignoring the gaping stares of the other males. “If you lay a hand on her I’ll fucking cut it off! She’s mine!”

Thruck stepped back with obvious reluctance, a scowl on the sane head’s face.

“She was caught trespassing in the room of the Shining One—indeed, she was in his very bed trying to seduce him! I would think you would welcome a punishment for such whorish behavior!”

“It’s not true!” Phoebe pleaded. “I mean, I was in his bed but I was hiding because I heard someone coming in. I went in there by mistake—please, Master—believe me!”

“Of course I believe you,” Sirex said firmly. He took a deep breath, trying to tamp down the Rage that threatened to completely overtake him. He turned to Thruck. “It sounds like an honest mistake. To make amends, I’ll take my female and leave the palace right now so you never have to see either of us again.”

“Not good enough!” Thruck crossed his arms over his muscular chest. His sane head was scowling. “Your female was caught trespassing in the Emperor’s private rooms—she must be punished!”

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