Page 20 of Kidnapped from the Paradise Resort

“Admittance granted. Welcome, Kara.”

The door clicked and then swung open. Kara’s handprint remained on it, outlined in pink for a few minutes, before slowly fading.

“This is your suite, we hope you enjoy your stay,” Feex mumbled. He turned to go and shuffled down the hallway, leaving her alone.

Well so much for explaining any amenities,Kara thought indignantly. He hadn’t even told her where the pool was or what time meals were served! But she supposed she could find all that out on her own.

She was about to enter her suite when the door opposite hers opened and a curvy, middle-aged woman with bright pink skin and long blonde hair came out. She was wearing a black gown with a slit up the front of it and a plunging neckline that practically showed her nipples, which poked at the silky fabric.

Coming right behind her was a monk—a Paradisian, Kara saw by his third eye and shiny gold skin. He looked to be somewhere in his twenties and was wearing a long green robe like Feex had. His silvery hair was tied in a braid at the back.

“Come along now, Brother Nono,” the woman in the black dress was saying to him. “We must get to the shopping district before the traffic gets bad.”

“Yes, my Lady Winthrip,” the monk said, nodding subserviently. “I’ll get you there in time—I promise.”

“I know you will, Nono. You’re a sweet boy.”

She patted his cheek affectionately and seemed about to say something else when she noticed Kara standing across the hall from her.

“Oh, hello there!” she said, smiling in a friendly way. “You must be the new guest we heard was coming today. I’m Lady Gaela Winthrip but you can call me Gaela. And this is Brother Nono, my personal attendant.”

“Hi, I’m Kara,” Kara said, smiling politely. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“And you as well. But where is your attendant?” Gaela looked around the hallway, but Brother Feex was long gone by that time.

“Er, he left,” Kara said. “I, uh, don’t think he really wants to be here,” she added. “He’s certainly not very enthusiastic about doing his job.”

“Oh, do you have Brother Feex?” Gaela asked, frowning.

“How did you know?” Kara asked.

“Because he’s simplydreadful,my dear! Why the last girl in your suite left early because his service was so bad. He never wanted to wash her hair or massage her oranything.”

“Wash her and massage her?” Kara asked, frowning. “I, uh, didn’t know that was part of the service here.”

“Oh my, yes! It’s one of thebestthings about coming to the Fem Lovely,” Gaela told her. “You get your own personal attendant who’s supposed to meet all your needs—and I do meanallof them, you know?” She winked her third eye—the one in her forehead—expressively.

“Uh…” Kara wasn’t sure what to say about that. Did Gaela mean that the monks took care of sexual needs as well? “I thought all the attendants here took a vow of celibacy,” she said.

“Oh, theyhave.And you never have to worry about them breaking it either, because they all wear these little chastity cages on their man parts. Nono—show her your cage,” she commanded the monk who was attending her.

Brother Nono’s golden cheeks went dark with a blush and his third eye closed in what Kara imagined was an expression of shame, but he didn’t disobey or protest. Instead, he pulled his robe open, showing a golden penis between his legs. It was enclosed in a small cage made of silver wires.

“See that?” Gaela actually reached between her attendant’s legs and cupped his “man parts” as she’d called them. “It keeps them from getting hard,” she told Kara. “Which means you never have to worry about them getting too frisky with you. That’s why my husband, Lord Winthrip, doesn’t mind me coming here as often as I like. He knows nobody’s going to try anythinguntoward.”

“My Lady Winthrip,please,”her attendant groaned, though he made no move to stop her from handling him. “Please, your touch is a torment to me!”

“Oh—are you hurting him?” Kara exclaimed. She hated to see anyone mistreated.

But her new neighbor only laughed.

“No, of course not! I’medginghim. See, he can still feel sexual desire and sexual pleasure, he just can’t get hard or come because of the cage,” she explained. “Which keeps him in a constant state of sexual arousal and makes himextremelywilling to please me and give me anything I want. Isn’t that right, Nono?” she asked, caressing her attendant through the silver cage and then cupping his golden balls.

“That’s true, my Lady,” he agreed in a slightly strangled voice. “I ammosteager to serve you.”

“Nonolovesto be of service,” Gaela said, grinning at Kara. “Watch this. Nono—give me the Kiss of Pleasure,” she commanded.

At once the attendant dropped to his knees before her and pressed his face between her thighs. Now Kara could see why she was wearing a dress with such a high slit in it—the monk had no problem at all getting to her bright red panties, which were barely more than a thong.

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