Well, it’s an issue now, Cassie thought to herself. I hope Stone isn’t one of those guys who has performance problems. If having somebody watch while I touch him keeps him from getting hard, we’re going to be in trouble here.
Luckily, that didn’t appear to be a problem. Almost as soon as she touched him, Stone’s shaft began to grow and harden in her hand. Cassie tried not to stare at it—if she was really his Mistress, she would have touched and handled his body thousands of times by now. But it was hard not to look and to keep the surprise off her face at the impressive size and girth her partner achieved after only a few strokes of her hand.
Wow, he’s really big! she couldn’t help thinking. She knew all Kindred were supposed to be well-hung but knowing that and actually seeing Stone with his pants down were two different things.
In fact, the sight was so mesmerizing that she just kept stroking, marveling at the way she couldn’t even wrap her fingers all the way around his thickness and at the silky feel of his skin and the heat and heft and length of his cock and…
“Mistress…” Stone’s deep voice was hoarse. “Mistress, please…”
“Hmm?” Cassie looked up and saw a strained look on his face.
“Forgive me, Mistress, but your hand feels too good,” he grated out. “If you do not stop, I fear I will shame myself.”
Oh my God—he’s saying he’s about to come!
Hastily, Cassie yanked her hand away. What was wrong with her, anyway? Gozeriam had told her to make him hard—not jerk him off! How embarrassing! How was she ever going to explain this to Stone when they were finally alone together?
“Hmmm….” Xempi Gozeriam burbled, his slitted eyes directed at Stone’s crotch. “Most impressive, for a non-slime entity. In fact, he appears to be too impressive to achieve penetration of you, Mistress Cassandra, if your size differences hold true. Do they?”
“Oh, um…” Cassie cast another sidelong look at her partner. Would Stone fit if they made love? Not that they ever would, of course. But hypothetically, would he?
I don’t know, she thought uneasily. If he did, it would certainly be a tight squeeze and I would have to be really, really wet for him…
Just the thought made her want to blush but she knew she couldn’t show any embarrassment or hesitance.
“Well…” she began.
“You non-slime creatures are not able to alter your thickness or size,” Xempi Gozeriam went on, ignoring her. “As we Slimerians can,” he added proudly.
Once more, the slime around his midsection formed into a kind of glistening, clear phallus. It grew and lengthened, snaking through the air until it came to the closest guard—a woman of Amazonian proportions who looked to be around six and a half feet tall at least. She had blue skin and flame-red hair and a stoic expression on her face.
Cassie watched, fascinated and sickened at the same time, as the slime phallus found the gap in the tall guard’s metal bikini bottom and slid smoothly into her exposed pussy.
“Do you see?” Gozeriam burbled. “We can adjust our slimeshaft to fill Bertrina here as much or as little as we wish.” As he spoke, the narrow slime phallus which had slipped up inside the guard’s pussy suddenly thickened to twice its original width.
Bertina’s stoic expression never changed, but Cassie saw the hand holding the spear tighten until her knuckles showed white. The slimeshaft had to be stretching her inner walls to the limit and yet she never said a word as her boss penetrated her cruelly, the thickened slimeshaft thrusting in and out of her unprotected pussy with a wet squelching sound.
Ugh! That poor girl!
Cassie had to work hard to keep her expression neutral as she looked away from what Gozeriam was doing to his guard.
“That…that is an impressive display, your Slimefullness,” she admitted, her throat going dry. She was thanking her lucky stars that Pocker had warned her against applying for the guard job. She felt she would rather die than endure what Betrina was going through at the moment!
“Our point is, that we are able to adjust our thickness and size,” Gozeriam said, at last withdrawing his slimeshaft from Bertrina’s pussy. “But non-slime persons, such as your body-slave, cannot. Given that he is, in all probability, too large to penetrate you, how do you intend to make a good showing for us?”
Luckily, Cassie was ready for this question.
“Your Greatness,” she said, keeping her chin high. “As you probably know, we Yonnite Mistresses never allow a male to penetrate us. So the size of my body-slave’s shaft in comparison with my own, er, opening, is a complete non-issue.”
“We see…we see…” Xempi Gozeriam nodded. “So what do you intend to do as your display for us today?”
“If I may answer, Mistress?” Stone looked at her and Cassie nodded.