Alien Redemption [Clans of Kalquor 06] (38 page)

Erybet tugged her down its length, meeting an attendant that came around the corner at the end. The man, his gentle face suggesting Imdiko status, looked startled to see Rachel. He recovered quickly and bowed to the two of them. Erybet returned the respectful motion.

“The restraint table room, Dramok?”

Erybet nodded. “Please.” He rummaged in a pouch on his belt and withdrew his account identification.

The attendant didn’t immediately take it. He swallowed nervously, his gaze darting back and forth between Rachel and Erybet. “Ah, Dramok. We’ve never had an Earther Matara involved in play here before. I beg for your pardon, but I must ask her if she truly wishes to be on display for the pleasure of our other patrons.”

Still feeling Erybet’s incredible kiss made Rachel bold. She didn’t just wish to be seen by the others, she needed it. She was sure it would finally end the last of Earth’s poisonous hold on her emotions, to stomp into oblivion the fears that still plagued her.

She met the nervous attendant’s gaze. In a firm voice, she said,
“Eryi.”
Then she emphatically pointed at the door she thought led into the playroom.

The Imdiko’s lips twitched in a smile. He bowed deeply before her. “As you will, then.”

He accepted Erybet’s payment, scanning it and returning the identification. Then he opened the door to the playroom and bowed yet again. Rachel thought the man would have a hell of a backache before the day was out.

His voice followed them as they stepped into the brightly lit room. “Matara, Dramok, the room is yours. I wish you much enjoyment and pleasure.”

Chapter 14

Rachel’s determination and excitement ebbed the moment she stepped up beside the table.

Beyond the window, she could see Kalquorians moving towards the room’s viewing area in a huge tide. Excited rumbling voices rolled through the room like oncoming thunder. Her heart beating madly, she turned to Erybet. Rachel typed so fast her panicked message was filled with spelling errors:
wat of they thik Im ugly?

Erybet’s warm hand stroked her cheek. He smiled at her. “I promise you, they won’t see anything ugly about you. Wait here. I have an idea.”

He went to the wall where gags and restraints of all kinds hung together. He selected a dark blue satiny blindfold and a flexible strap and brought them to her. He tucked the strap into his belt. He brought the blindfold up and slipped it over her head. The soft fabric settled on her closed eyes.

“Better?”

She nodded. She could still hear the mutter of the growing crowd beyond the glass, which left her trembling. Not being able to see them calmed her racing pulse, however.

“Let me take your handheld. Remember, you say
sholt
if you can’t continue.”

She nodded and let the little computer leave her hands when she felt him tug on it. Then his hands closed over her forearms. “I’m going to tie your hands, so that you can’t resist what I do for our audience. Remember, you have your word.
Sholt
stops everything immediately.”

Rachel didn’t resist as he bound her wrists behind her back. He did that while still standing in front of her, so that her face burrowed into his chest. She inhaled the good scent of his musk and arousal.

Then he leaned back and grasped her shoulders, leading her. “This way.”

She followed him with cautious steps, moving forward and then a couple of steps to her left.

“Stop here. Face this way.”

He turned her slightly, and then moved around to stand behind her. His hands settled on her shoulders again and his lips brushed her ear.

“You are facing the window. They are watching you with such hunger in their eyes. They want to see this beautiful woman. Her beautiful body and how it responds to a man’s touch. I am going to seduce you on their behalf, for their pleasure.”

Rachel swallowed. She couldn’t help but tense a little. People were watching her, and they would soon see the imperfections.

Erybet’s hands moved from her shoulders, rubbing down the front of her body. Despite her nervousness she arched into his palms as they ran over her breasts. Her nipples tightened beneath the warmth of his touch. He plucked at them with his fingertips, making them swell so they would poke brazenly through the fabric of her dress.

Rachel heard low growls of appreciation. She was suddenly well aware of her physical helplessness to stop Erybet. He was blatantly showing her off to the assembled patrons of the pleasure club, showing how her body responded to him. She trembled with mingled tension and arousal.

Erybet cupped her breasts, pushing them up as if offering them to the crowd. More growls, louder with intensity. He squeezed, making them ache a little, and Rachel arched with a groan, her head falling back against his chest. Shouts of approval greeted her submission to Erybet’s use.

Hearing their acclaim gave Rachel strength. She thought of the sad and hungry looks they’d given her, these men who desired women in vain. Yes. She would be theirs to enjoy. This was what she wanted to show them; that they mastered her through the proxy of her Dramok. That she belonged to all of them since they had no Mataras of their own. She surrendered herself in that moment to every last one of them, utterly.

Erybet’s hands flattened over her ribcage and swept down to the swell of her hips. Then, wrapping one arm about her waist, his other hand moved over her mound, cupping her crotch.

The feel of him touching her there made Rachel cry out, and she jerked instinctively, rubbing herself against his fingers.

“So eager, this little Matara,” Erybet said, loud enough for the onlookers to hear. “Show us how you desire us, my love.”

She ground against the press of his hand, rocking her hips back and forth to rub her flesh as her masters commanded. Choked cries escaped her throat. Heat bloomed with every call of encouragement they offered.

So many voices, calling on her to show them her pleasure. She worked herself against Erybet’s hand, determined to obey. She panted, the knots in her belly tightening with need. She wanted to come for them.

“Let us see all this beautiful woman offers us,” Erybet said.

His hands moved to the top of Rachel’s dress to part the resealable seam at the hollow of her throat. It opened with a soft purr just far enough to expose her breasts.

Groans and sighs rippled through the unseen crowd. Once more Erybet plucked at her nipples, making them harden and swell all the more. Darts of pleasure sprang from them to spear her pussy. Her head lolled from side to side against his chest and she moaned throatily.

“See how sensitive she is. How she succumbs to our touch. Such a sweet, soft creature.

She is ready to give of herself, to trust us though she has been harmed so terribly in the past.”

All was silent now but for the Dramok’s voice and Rachel’s soft sounds of pleasure. The room itself seemed to be holding its breath.

Erybet cupped her breasts, gently massaging the mounds with his big, calloused hands.

“They tortured this poor little innocent. Shamed her. They tried to steal her beauty. They told her she was ugly.”

Rachel barely noticed the low rumbles of angry growls. She was lost in the touch of those hands, those strong yet tender, teasing hands.

“They could not succeed in their determination to mar her perfection, though they left their marks upon her body. The fools, in their mindless zeal to destroy, only emphasized her strength and purity.”

With that, he gathered the open edges of the dress and parted the seam to Rachel’s waist.

She was suddenly exposed, her scars laid bare for all to see. She froze.

There was a collective intake of breath. Rachel cringed, waiting for the insults. The catcalls. The disgust.

“Touch her for me, Dramok.”

“Yes, touch her. Show her how beautiful I think she is.”

“Let your spirit be healed, little one. There has never been any woman as lovely as you.”

More calls. More proclamations of her beauty, of her perfection. The men urged Erybet to demonstrate their attraction, their desire for her. Tears welled in Rachel’s closed, blindfolded eyes.

Erybet murmured, “You see? You are gorgeous to all these men. They are crowding up against the window to enjoy the sight of you. Every man in the observation room is looking at you and wanting you right now.”

He turned her around, showing the scars on her back. The calls of praise doubled. Rachel wept in gratitude. She didn’t believe she was anywhere near as perfect as they claimed, not even that she was pretty, but she thought she could accept she wasn’t hideous. Profound gratitude for the kindness of those gathered welled inside her heart.

“Now we will show them all the rest,” Erybet whispered. He parted the entire front of the dress, pulling it back to hang from her bound wrists. Then he turned her around to face the window again, exposing her to all.

Applause resounded, echoing through the room. Shouts acclaimed her beauty. Rachel smiled at her unseen audience. She felt uplifted by their approval.

“I’m putting you onto the table now.” An arm went under her knees, lifting her up. Cradled in Erybet’s arms, Rachel relaxed, her nervousness completely departed.

He sat her onto the slick surface of the table. “I’m untying the restraint, but you will be cuffed to the table,” he said. Her wrists were suddenly freed. “Lay down,” came the order.

Rachel did as she was told. Erybet slid her upward, and a slight touch against her forehead reminded her of the head restraint at that end of the table. She gasped softly, a twinge of anxiety shivering down her spine. Erybet said nothing; instead he set her hand a few inches to one side of her head. A strap drew tight across her wrist, locking it into place. Erybet’s finger slid between the bind and her skin, checking to make sure it wasn’t so tight that it would cut off her circulation. Satisfied, he tied down the other arm.

The restraint tightened across her forehead, rendering her unable to move her head.

Rachel’s pulse pounded. The table suddenly moved beneath her arms only, spreading them perpendicular to her body. Rachel remembered how the table surface had looked as if it was in sections. Apparently it was, allowing Erybet to position her to his satisfaction.

Her ankles were also cuffed down. Now she was absolutely helpless but for the power of the word Erybet claimed would stop everything should she speak it. Rachel licked her dry lips.

I trust him. Erybet will keep me safe.

She was sure of it, but she trembled just the same. She was incredibly vulnerable.

The table moved, bringing her torso upright until she was only slightly reclining. Then she felt the part between her legs fall away, leaving only a slight ledge for her to sit upon. Her pussy and anus were completely uncovered.

Then the leg parts bent down below her knees and rose and spread her thighs. Now she was really exposed, her most secret parts wide open for everyone to look upon. She could almost feel the alien purple eyes crawling over her, evaluating. She’d thought she’d felt vulnerable before.

Now she truly knew what that word meant.

“Lovely, isn’t she?” Erybet asked. Murmurs of assent drifted through the room. He continued. “And most responsive, as you will see.”

A feather-light touch wafted over Rachel’s clit. In her state of high anticipation, a bolt of elation shot through her. She cried out, jerking in reaction.

Delighted chuckles rang out, Erybet’s the loudest of all. “She does enjoy us touching that spot.”

Someone called, “There is another she likes too, one inside.”

“Indeed. Let me see if I can find it for you.”

Fingers spread Rachel’s pussy lips wide open, and then there was pressure at her entrance.

She groaned as two thick fingers invaded her, curling slightly to rub the front of her sheath. It took Erybet only a matter of moments to find the sensitive cluster of nerves. A knot of aching need bloomed, making Rachel wail and strain.

“Krewet! Krewet!”
she gasped as the heat built into an inferno.

“She can beg better than that. Would you like to hear her do it?”

Cries of “Yes!” and “Make her beg!” answered him.

Erybet’s fingers slowly withdrew from Rachel’s passage, leaving her whimpering for his touch. “I know, my little one. But these men want to enjoy you much longer, and we cannot disappoint them.”

Rachel heard someone say, “Look at how wet she is.”

“Taste her for us,” someone else encouraged Erybet. “Lick the juice from your fingers and describe her flavor.”

“Of course,” he agreed. There was a sucking sound, and Rachel wished his mouth was on her.

“Like rain in the summer,” he said. “Sweet and salty and fresh.”

The room sighed. Erybet’s footsteps told Rachel he went to the wall. She heard him rummaging about. Oh heavens, what was he getting? What was he going to subject her to in front of all these people?

“I’ve decided to use something I know she enjoys. I do not want to try something new in case she doesn’t like it. No one must be disappointed today, least of all her.”

Grateful murmurs greeted Erybet’s words. Meanwhile, Rachel’s mind rushed through the catalog of accessories the clan had already exposed her to, trying to figure out what her Dramok was up to.

She didn’t have long to wonder. A low hum started an instant before the vibrator brushed against her clit.

Rachel fought to arch as pleasure blasted through her. Her binds and the position she was in kept her from doing so. A grating cry flew from her lips, and she writhed helplessly until it moved away.

She panted in reaction. Eager laughter and throaty growls greeted her hearing. Then the vibrator was back, sending ticklish fingers of bliss through her pelvis as it pressed on her pleasure button for several seconds.

When it pulled away again and she’d had a moment to recover her voice, Rachel asked,

“Krewet?”

“So soon, my Matara? But we’ve barely started.” Erybet sounded positively evil.