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.
The vibrator touched her again, moving all over her clit, then slidin
g 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.”
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