Alien Redemption [Clans of Kalquor 06] (39 page)

The vibrator touched her again, moving all over her clit, then sliding over the folds of her pussy. Its length settled inside her slit all the way up to her aching pearl. A dim part of Rachel’s mind still capable of thinking realized it was one of the fake penis toys, one that vibrated as well as being made to go inside her.

Pressure swelled within, gathering strength. Rachel needed to come with a terrible desperation, desperation that was made worse from knowing Erybet would not allow it to happen yet. She wailed in anticipation of the denial.

The toy cock shifted, moving away from her clit and out of her slit. Rachel moaned to feel it go. Then the tapered tip of it was at her pussy’s entrance.

She was so wet that Erybet slid it inside her with barely any effort. It wasn’t as large as any of her clan’s primary cocks. In fact, it felt slightly smaller than their anal cocks as well. But with her channel swelling in need, her body adjusted to make it feel nice and full. Sighs of pleasure left her lips as Erybet pressed it deep inside her, and then moved it out again.

It suddenly occurred to Rachel that Erybet was fucking her with the vibrating cock in front of a roomful of men. Dozens of complete strangers were watching it slide in and out of her pussy, wet from the juices that flowed heavily from her. And from the low-pitched growls that filled her ears, they were enjoying the sight of her bound and helpless, being made to take a fucking for their pleasure.

Her insides clutched hard around the toy. Her mouth widened with a cry that was pure wildness. The vibrator froze. She fought to grind against it, to make it move, to come for everyone watching.

“Easy,” Erybet said. He caressed her cheek. “Not yet, my little love. Hold on for us.

We’re not ready for you to climax quite yet.”

Rachel sobbed in need. Then the vibrator was pulled free of her, leaving her empty. She wailed a protest.

Erybet chuckled. “Our woman is greedy, isn’t she?”

Strained laughter answered him.

Pressure against Rachel’s anus told her where the vibrator was going next. Slippery from her juices, it eased its way into her tight channel. She moaned at the heavy pleasure its invasion gave her, though she really wanted it against her clit or inside her pussy. Still, she remained on display, and her audience was watching her do the most forbidden activity she knew of. Fresh desire licked through her.

She moaned encouragement as Erybet moved the fake cock in and out, over and over. She warbled with every stab of sensation, letting them know how much she liked be taken this way.

And it did feel good. Sensual. Erotic.

Erybet pressed the cock all the way in until its wider base stopped it. He left it there, thrumming deep inside her. His light steps told Rachel he was getting something else for her.

“Nipple clips,” he said when he came back. “Some pain to heighten your pleasure.”

Rachel felt his fingers slide a metal ring over one tip, and braced herself for the pain. He tightened it, and a heated barb stabbed into her breast. She hissed. He tightened it more until she cried out. She writhed.

“Remember your word,” he whispered.

Rachel shook her head as much as the restraint would allow. It hurt all right, but for some reason she liked it. She thrust the other breast up, insisting he torture it as well. He did so, tightening that ring until she yelled again.

“Your word, my Matara?”

“Etav.”
She told him no through clenched teeth. Her nipples felt like they were on fire, but it somehow adding to the strange, thick pleasure of the vibrator in her ass. She was giving herself to Erybet, to every man in the building, demanding they accept her acquiescence to their power over her. In a weird way, she felt she was dominating them into dominating her.

After a moment of expectant silence from her Dramok, he stepped away, heading for the toys again. Rachel shuddered to think what he might add to the delicious torment she was already in.

She found out quickly when another fake cock pressed against her pussy, seeking entrance.

It was bigger and she already had the other one filling her ass, making the fit tight. She made herself pliant to the invasion. Erybet was careful, letting her juices wet it thoroughly as he pushed it in. There was a part where it was much thicker, a round bulge that her swollen passage resisted. Erybet persisted, and it slipped inside with only a little added ache. As the cock slid to its end, Rachel felt the gentle enclosure of a clitoral stimulator surround her most sensitive flesh.

Once the toy was fully seated inside her, Erybet didn’t move it in and out, as he’d done with the other one. Instead, he switched it on and let it do its work.

This one didn’t feel like the vibrator shivering her back end. It wasn’t simply thrumming, it was – it was – turning. The thing was rotating inside her and the bulbous part that her body had been hesitant to accept moved around and around, the motion directly affecting the sensitive spot inside her. And the soft clit enclosure was sending mindblowing pulses that completely unhinged her mind.

Heat billowed inside, and Rachel’s body was immediately covered in perspiration. Her mouth stretched open in a scream.

“You may not come yet. Resist, my Matara. Your Dramok commands your obedience.”

The voice was one of no compromise. And though Rachel couldn’t summon a single coherent thought, she immediately clamped down on the climax attempting to bulldoze through her.

She shrieked her frustration, her desperate need. Her body quaked and seized in turn, battling to abide by that voice of authority even as orgasm fought to wrest all control from her.

Mini spasms licked through her womb, attempting to relieve some of the awesome pressure.

“You will not climax. Do as you are told.”

Rachel howled. Insistent sparks lit her insides, trying to burst into inferno. Something slid out of her ass, leaving her open and terribly empty.

“Not yet, my Matara. Just a moment longer.”

The thing filling and moving in her pussy was also withdrawn. The worst of the need retreated, but she was still in agony. She didn’t know what was worse; fighting not to come when she needed to so badly, or being deprived of the ability to release all that pressure. Her cries became heartbroken sobs.

“Almost there, my love.”

New pressure on her pussy and anus, something warmer with silkier surfaces than what had filled her before. It was him. It was all of them, all the men watching her, preparing to fuck her through Erybet. Rachel begged for them to take her with wordless vocalizations of desperation.

And they did. New, hot pleasure forged into her body, drumming hard inside and against her. The insane pressure returned and the need to release it. The cocks pounded, and a hard groin slapped furiously against her. Tension wound tight, tying her in knots. Then the calloused pads of fingertips closed on her clit, rubbing the swollen flesh between them.

“Come, little one. Come now.”

Rachel flung herself headlong into the cataclysm. All was hurtling elation chasing through her, flinging her to and fro, breaking her into bits. White noise filled her ears, and for a long time there was nothing but heaving ecstasy and a buzzing roar.

Rachel wasn’t sure if she’d lost consciousness at some point. The next thing she was aware of was opening her eyes and looking into Erybet’s heavy lidded gaze. Wild applause and roaring approval filled the air.

“Well done, lover,” the Dramok said. He sounded out of breath, as if he’d just run a marathon.

He straightened, having collapsed over her at some point. His cocks slid from her body in a wash of hot liquid. He tucked them into his short pants with a lazy grin. Rachel noted the table had been shifted slightly to one angle, and she realized the new position would have allowed the still cheering audience to see Erybet as he took her. She thought of how it must have looked, his cocks plunging in and out of her pussy and ass. She shivered.

I think we’ve had enough for now. Put a lid on it, wild woman.

Erybet worked to release her from the table. She detected a fine tremor in his frame, but when her legs didn’t want to hold her up when she was finally free to stand, he scooped her up in his arms. With a nod to their appreciative audience, he carried her out of the playroom.

Rachel looked up into his beautiful face and smiled. “
Gutug ze
.”

Erybet smiled back. “You are most welcome, my love.”

The attendant, looking flushed, hurried to them. “This way, please.”

They followed him to a doorway set against the back wall. “This is the recovery room. You may relax here for as long as you need. I will fetch your dress and leave it outside the door for you, Matara. And thank you for a most wonderful demonstration.”

He unlocked the door and left them with another of his deep bows.

The lighting in the room was soft, almost dim to Rachel’s eyes. Golden beige walls enhanced the calming atmosphere. Soft cloud-white cushions with backrests abounded in the small space and a cooling unit sat in one corner. Erybet set Rachel down on the cushions, and went to the cooling unit for a water pouch. He opened it and handed it to her. She drank greedily as he fetched a downy blanket from a stack in one corner. He sat down, pulled her into his lap, and covered her in the mink brown blanket. When she finished her water, he set the refillable container to the side. Rachel snuggled against his chest, feeling secure in his arms.

She burst into tears.

Erybet hugged her closer than ever, frantically smoothing his hand over her hair, forehead, brows, and cheeks. “Ray-Ray? What is it? Damn it, I never should have taken you in this place.”

She shook her head, still weeping. She told him, “Happy. Good.”

The poor man looked completely confused and a little panicked. “Then why are you crying?”

Rachel indicated she needed her handheld. Erybet drew it from a pouch on his belt and handed it over to her.

She told him,
I’m not ugly or bad. I’m not a monster. They liked me.

Erybet’s breath whooshed from his lungs. “Of course they did. How could they not?”

You don’t understand what it meant to me. Being on display and getting their approval
healed something inside. I’m not my scars anymore. I’m Rachel again.

Erybet read her words and smiled. “I’m not sure it’s therapy Conyod would have prescribed, but if it worked, I’ll take it.” His smile faltered. “Maybe I should bring Sletran here.”

It was an opening she’d been hoping for. Rachel quickly typed,
Tell me what happened to
him. To you. Conyod says you’ve both changed so much.

Erybet’s full lips pressed together, thinning. He shook his head. “It’s classified information, Ray-Ray. If I tell you, it could put me in prison.”

Rachel felt shock reverberate throughout her body. He could be jailed for revealing his pain? To anyone? She scowled. If Erybet and Sletran were suffering, they needed some outlet to express themselves. They wouldn’t heal otherwise.

You are my clan. I would never keep secrets from you because I trust you. You can trust me
to keep your secrets no matter what. You know how strong I am when it comes to keeping my
mouth shut.

Erybet snorted dismal laughter. “A little too strong, my love. To the point where you can’t even speak your own language.”

He’d called her his love several times over the last hour. It warmed Rachel’s heart, and she reasoned it had to count for something in the realm of trust.
You are healing me. Let me do the
same for you.

Erybet’s struggle was evident in his face. She sensed he wanted to tell her, but fear of authority, of punishment, and maybe even more was making it difficult for him.

He finally sighed. “Secrets are destroying my clan. A unit such as ours cannot survive under their weight. I nearly lost Conyod because I kept quiet. I still may lose Sletran if we don’t handle the issue carefully. His life would be at stake if it all came out.”

Rachel’s eyes widened. That was serious.

Erybet sat in silence for so long that Rachel thought he might not speak after all. It gave her time to wonder if she really wanted to know what had happened during the war.

When he spoke, it was so sudden that she jumped. “You know of the New Bethlehem Slaughter of Innocents?”

Rachel nodded. It was the worst crime to come out of the war next to Armageddon.

“Sletran and I were there. We gave the orders that killed those people.”

Rachel stared. Her heart felt as if it had stopped. She couldn’t believe it. Wouldn’t believe it. She shook her head.

Erybet stared into her eyes, and she saw the truth in them. “Yes, Ray-Ray. We are the men directly responsible for the murders of over twenty Mataras and their children.”

Her heart lurched into gear again, thumping painfully against her breastbone. Betrayal and rage lit and burned in her head. Words of hate wanted to spill from her lips, but she couldn’t utter them.

Over and over in her head the words ran.
I am clanned to monsters
.

She typed with shaking fingers.
How could you? The war was over. What could you gain
by slaughtering those who had never harmed you?

She was crying again, crying in fury that she had been so stupid to trust in these men, these brutal killers. Her instincts had been all wrong about Erybet and Sletran. Completely, totally wrong.

Erybet didn’t try to hold her in his arms, perhaps discerning she would fight him. “It was a terrible mistake, Ray-Ray. Please, for your sake and mine, let me tell you how it happened, from start to finish.”

A mistake? How did one call that massacre a mistake?

Yet something inside Rachel made her sit there, made her listen to Erybet. Perhaps it was because she still wanted to believe. It could have been the naked anguish in his eyes that froze her there. And as he related the story in a voice shaken with emotion, she slowly came to grips with the horror.