Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
I glanced around at the other girls, seeing similar expressions of shock and embarrassment on their faces. Camille’s jaw was clenched tight, but I could see a telltale flush creeping down her neck. Sophie’s eyes were glazed over, lost in the memory.
I… I can’t argue with that. To my dismay, even the voice of reason brought itself into line with Sven’s words. The internal admission sent a jolt of arousal through me, making my nipples tighten and my pussy throb with need.
But… The rational corner of my brain whispered an urgent contradiction. I can decide what to do about it, can’t I? Do needs have to be met?
Sven’s eyes locked onto mine, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his mouth, before he turned to address all of us. “Your bodies know what they need, even if your minds struggle to accept it.”
He began to pace again, his powerful presence commanding our full attention. “Some of you will soon be sent into the field,” he continued. “Part of your mission will involve the seduction of dominant men. We have told you that you belong to each of us, and that here in our halls your individual masters retain certain essential rights—the sole right to your bottom holes, and the sole right to come in your fisse. When you go into the field, however, other men will of necessity trespass on those rights, as you perform your missions of seduction.”
My breath caught in my throat at his words. Seduction? Of strangers? The idea both terrified and, distressingly, excited me. The thought that Sven would let men I didn’t know use me in contravention of his ownership, for the sake of saving the world, made my heart skip a beat. I couldn’t discover, in my mind and my heart, whether I detested the idea or loved it despite myself.
“The Pretorian Guard, like the Institute and Selecta, is organized around the same patriarchal, traditional gender roles as the Sons of Odin,” Sven explained. “The girls sent into the field will attempt to become the fuck toys of Pretorian Guard agents in order to gather intelligence. As I said, they will use you in every way, and before you leave on a mission you will receive time-release birth control medication.”
I swallowed hard, my mind reeling with the implications. My cheeks burned as vivid fantasies flooded my mind unbidden. I imagined myself on my knees before a stern-faced man in an expensive suit, his hand fisted in my hair as he guided my mouth onto his cock. In another flash, I saw myself bent over a desk, skirt hiked up around my waist as a different man pounded into me from behind. My body responded helplessly to these images, a rush of wetness suddenly threatening to coat my inner thighs.
Ashamed and aroused in equal measure, I snuck a glance at Camille. Her face was flushed, her breathing slightly uneven. Our eyes met for a brief moment, and I saw my own inner conflict reflected in her dark gaze. It helped, if only a little, to see that she too had to grapple with unwanted desires—that her body, like mine, betrayed her mind’s resistance.
Sven’s deep voice drew my attention back to the front of the room. “Those of you not immediately sent into the field will learn to assist us with data analysis of signals intelligence,” he explained.
I blinked, trying to focus on his words rather than the lingering fantasies. Data analysis? It seemed so mundane compared to the seduction missions he had just described. And yet, a small part of me felt relieved at the thought of a less dangerous assignment. Surely I would be a data analyst—my Herra wouldn’t part with me, would he?
“You will be trained in advanced cryptography, pattern recognition, and data mining techniques,” Sven continued. “Your natural intelligence, combined with our training, will make you invaluable assets in our fight against the Pretorian Guard.”
I found myself leaning forward slightly, intrigued. This sounded more like the academic pursuits I had always excelled at. My thoughts were interrupted as Sven’s tone grew more serious. “Usually, we take more time to determine which operatives are assigned to which duties,” he said, his blue eyes scanning our faces. “But an urgent mission is waiting, and two of you will have to go into the field in the next few days.”
I felt my heart begin to race, a mixture of excitement and fear coursing through me. Would I be chosen, despite my belonging to the Overherra? Did I want to be chosen? Contradictory emotions left me feeling dizzy and unsettled.
“So now, girls, you will be taken to the training hall,” Sven announced. “There, we will conduct a trial to determine which of you are ready to be sent into the field.”
I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. Whatever this trial entailed, I felt sure it would push us to our limits—both physically and mentally. As I rose to follow Sven out of the classroom, I caught Camille’s eye once more. The determined set of her jaw told me she was steeling herself for whatever lay ahead. I took a deep breath, trying to summon the same resolve.