“No! It’s not!” Rena said, shaking her head.
“Yes, it is. I’ve been training you without giving you what it is you need most. Love. You remember that I love you, don’t you, Rena Rain?”
The words made her melt against him as fresh tears ran down her cheeks. He let her cry there like that, until she was spent of all the emotions that had been building up inside her. When she looked up again, his face seemed kind.
“That better?” he asked.
Rena nodded.
“I want to hear it, Rena. I want to hear you say it,” he whispered. “Tell me that you know that I love you.” She felt his hand drift down her back and find her rear. She looked up as she felt a sharp swat. He was smiling. She couldn’t help but smile back.
“I know it. I know you love me,” she whispered, then leaned her head back against his chest.
He held her like that for another moment.
“Good. Now listen up. The boys are on their way back. We’re still going to the viewing but things might heat up a bit afterwards. Just keep your head down. You got it?”
Rena nodded again.
“Good. Now let’s see you present.”
Rena got down on her hands and knees as she’d done so many times during their voyage to the planet. Arching her back, she pushed her ass into the air, the way she’d been taught and spread her legs slightly, ready to be inspected.
“Perfect,” Riks said. A shiver ran through Rena at the excitement in his voice. “Voida will take you now. I won’t be far behind.”
“You’ll be fixing the part? The stabilizer control?”
“Something like that,” Riks said, shifting his gaze. The door to the cabin swung open.
“You’re ready,” the Bani Voida said, his voice sickly sweet, his eyes roving Rena’s tender flesh. “Let’s go. I’ll do my best to deliver you to the gallery in one piece,” he said as a thin smile sprouted across his lips.
Rena shuddered at the thought of what he might be thinking.
“Remember the money, Voida. She’s a lot more useful to us the less she’s been used.”
Rena couldn’t help but look shocked at what he’d said. She realized he was only doing it to reassure the creature of his ruse, but it just sounded so… crass.
“You’re right,” Voida replied, tearing his eyes away from her body. “I’ll behave. We’ll both be richer for it. Don’t take too long fixing that part. I don’t want to be stuck at the viewing with this thing without a trainer.”
“Don’t worry. Like I said, an hour. Tops.”
Before she knew what was happening, the Bani had attached a collar and a leash around her neck. Rena balked. She knew she was supposed to act like a pet but… but this was too much!
“Hey!” she said in protest at what he’d done. A split second later she felt Riks’ hard hand on her soft ass.
“You’ll do as you’re told,” he grumbled at her. She turned her head down and realized that this must all be part of the act. She would just have to endure it, being walked through the spaceport, completely exposed and at the end of a leash. As the alien gave her a tug, Rena began to walk behind him.
Her first steps into the spaceport were tentative. She’d imagined so many times what it would feel like, emerging from the ship completely unclothed. She peeked around the door before stepping out, as if she had any choice had anyone been there. It wasn’t until she was a few steps from the ship that she realized the entire docking crew were around the corner of the craft. As soon as they saw the two of them emerge, the group grew silent and Rena could tell all eyes were on her. Her face began to flush a deep red.
“Hey!” one of the human men called to Voida as he stepped away from the others in the group. “This your ship?”
“Yessss… what of it?” Voida sounded irritated at the intrusion.
The man approached, clearly with business for the Bani, but the entire time he was walking toward them, his eyes never left her body. She watched his eyes moving up and down her curves, pausing at her breasts, the nipples of which were already tight with her awkward excitement, then settling on the space between her legs. It was only once he was standing right beside them that the man turned his attention to Voida.
“You know you’ve got a stabilizer control out in there? Left side? Want me and the boys to fix it for you?”
“Ha!” the Bani cried, throwing his head back in a laugh. “At your prices! You must be crazy. I can’t believe they let you get away with that kind of piracy here. No. I’ve got someone on board who will fix it.”
“Fair enough,” the man said, backing away and turning his attention back to Rena. She looked the other way but could feel his eyes on her still. “Where you taking this pretty little thing?” the man asked, stepping forward and bringing a hand up to her cheek.
“Hands off,” Voida growled. Rena saw the look of fear register on the man’s face and when she looked at Voida, she saw why. He’d drawn his gun almost instantly, as soon as the man had moved toward her.
“Hey! Just curious is all…” the man said, taking a few steps back.
“She’ll be at the gallery soon. First showing. Though I doubt you and your ilk will be able to afford the fare,” Voida said.
The man shook his head. “Shit, dude, no need to be a dick…” he said, turning around and walking away.
“Hm. Come!” Voida ordered, snapping her leash and leading her toward the massive building in front of them.
Chapter Sixteen
The gallery was the strangest space she’d ever seen. It was a huge place, lined with rows upon rows of seats, a place that must have easily seated at least ten thousand. Rena shuddered as she saw the platform in the middle. It was raised and had on it a large podium covered in flowing fabrics. Overhead, one-eyed camera bots were lined up, perched on a tube, ready to spring to action the moment the show began.
Rena felt a tremor of apprehension. She knew exactly what they were for. They were there to provide a live view of the entire event. Their lenses would be focusing on all of her most private parts and broadcasting them to the large screens that hung overhead so that the entire audience—not just those in the front—could witness her humiliation and Riks’ control over her in intimate detail.
The strange mix of shame and desire filled her again. With just Riks there, training her, she’d become used to being treated like a pet, used to obeying his commands and doing exactly what he ordered. Now it wouldn’t just be him. Now there would be thousands of people there watching. She felt her pussy begin to drip.
A large man in a red uniform approached them with a computer tablet in one hand.
“Pet’s name?” he asked in a bellowing voice.
“Rena Rain,” Voida answered.
“You the trainer?” the man asked, making notes on his screen.
“No. He’ll be here soon,” Voida replied.
“Alright. In the back. Section 5C. She’ll be on first.”
As the man lumbered away, Rena watched Voida’s eyes widen. “First! This certainly is a blessing!” he said to no one in particular. “They’ll have plenty of credits left to spend on you!”
Rena looked away, unable to stand his leering gaze. She was too humiliated to reply. If Riks hadn’t caught her, she would never have found herself in this position with one of the Bani or anyone else. He snapped her leash again and led the way to the back of the stage.
Rena gasped as she was led behind the stage. Human women of all heights and shapes were sitting in cages. The smell of sex was everywhere.
“I guess you’ve never been to Anat before then?” Voida asked, chuckling at her outrage.
Rena could barely believe her eyes as she was led past the women, all of whom stared at her as intently as she was staring at them. When they came to a cage labeled 5C, Voida stepped forward and swung the door of it open.
“In you go!” he ordered.
Rena turned and looked at him in disgust. “I’m not getting into that thing!” she sn
apped. She might have done it for Riks, but he wasn’t here right now.
“Yes, you are,” his deep voice boomed from behind her and the two of them turned to see Riks standing there.
“Done already?” Voida asked about the repair.
“It was a cinch. I told you, I could do one of those in my sleep. Now hand her over.”
Reluctantly, Voida handed Riks the leash then stepped to one side.
“Okay, pet. In the cage,” Riks ordered.
With a whimper, Rena bent down onto her knees then crawled on all fours through the small opening. As she tried to turn herself around in the tight space, she heard the door close behind her.
In the arena, the sounds of the first wave of spectators could be heard entering. The din of the crowd made it sound enormous. Rena couldn’t believe what she was about to do. Or rather, what she was about to let happen to her. She tried to turn around in the cage but it was far too tight to be able to do so. She was forced to wait on her hands and knees, as she would be in the presenting position, unable to see what was happening behind her.
“You the trainer?” she heard the same bellowing voice of the man who’d met them on the way in.
“That’s me,” Riks replied.
“Doc’s here for first medical. Won’t take long.”
“Fine,” Riks answered and she heard him stepping aside.
Suddenly there was a hand on her bottom cheek, pulling her apart. It was warm but it was definitely not a human hand. Rena bucked against the bars of the cage.
“Now, now, hold still. It won’t take but a moment,” a voice said behind her. Rena craned her neck, trying to see who was touching her but she could barely make out his shape.
A rigid rod was pushed against the entrance to her pussy. Rena couldn’t catch the moan before it escaped.
“Ahhhh!” she cried as the hard object began to press inside her. It felt like her entire body had begun to throb as the thing moved inside her tightness. It brought with it a heat that coursed through her, making her head swim; she felt like everything but herself. She tried to look back, tried to look at Riks, to find strength in his gaze, in his presence, but she couldn’t crane her neck enough to see him. She began to shudder.
The pleasure started inside her soft flesh where the rod seemed to be pulsing ecstasy right into the deepest part of her body. She tried her best to push back the climax that threatened to take her out of her mind, but the intense energy of the rod pushed up into her would not relent.
“Oh, no!” she screamed as her body quivered around the thing, each muscle shaking as she succumbed to the ecstatic convulsions. When it was over, she collapsed, her chest pressed against her knees in shame as she heard the sounds of chuckling behind her.
“Rena!” came Riks’ stern reprimand. The chuckling voice tried to soothe him.
“Oh, don’t be too hard on her. It’s very often that human females react that way.”
She felt the rod sliding out of her slowly and when it left, she missed its presence desperately. For a moment she wondered what she had become. Unable to control her own body’s reactions to everyone else’s touch.
“Everything seems in order,” the deep voice behind her said. “You may make your way to the entrance. Her performance will begin soon.”
Rena heard the entrance of the cage opening and soon after Riks’ deep voice.
“Back out, pet.”
Once she’d stood up, she hung her head in shame at her lack of control. Riks only smiled.
“I told you it was a common reaction. Don’t worry. I know you’ll be perfect on the podium.”
Riks led her toward the door through which she’d entered the space behind the stage. The din of the crowd was much louder now and Rena imagined that the seats of the place would probably be filled. When they got to the entrance, she saw the throngs of spectators, some human but many alien. The noise of the place was overpowering. She stopped and felt Rik’s hand on her arm.
“It’s alright, pet. I’ll be here the whole time. Don’t worry.”
His words were reassuring but it was difficult to make her way forward. Riks pushed her gently and made her step through the entrance and into the massive space. As soon as she was inside, the camera bots she’d seen before swooped down from their perch, aiming their dark eyes at her. The image of her naked body sprang to life on the massive overhead screens above. The crowd exploded into shouts and cheers.
The same deep, booming voice of the man in the red uniform exploded from the massive speakers overhead.
“Good evening to you, human and alien alike! We present for your viewing pleasure, our first display of the evening. Once she is settled on the podium, please withhold your applause until after her medical examination.”
Rena looked at Riks out of the corner of her eye.
“I already did that!” she hissed.
“Don’t worry,” he said in soothing tones, “it’s just for show. You’ll be fine.”
Her heart started pounding inside her chest. Glancing up at the monitor, she realized that the image was a close-up of her body. She began walking. The bot followed in front of her, its dark eye sweeping slowly down her body. When her breasts came into view, the crowd erupted in furious cheering and applause. Rena looked at the screen to see that her nipples were hardening as she walked. The camera lingered on her chest until they were completely tight.
Fresh waves of shame washed through her. These were probably some of the same pilots she’d met on her adventures and now here she was, being displayed in front of them like livestock. But the feeling of all those eyes on her body was also arousing and she soon felt a slickness on her thighs as she walked.
Once they’d climbed the stairs of the stage, Riks leaned close.
“Alright. Resting position,” he said. Rena took comfort in the sound of his deep voice. Trembling slightly, she mounted the last few steps to the podium and climbed onto it, assuming the position she’d come to know so well, on her hands and knees with her legs slightly spread.
Glancing up at the screen, she saw that the cameras were behind her now, displaying the moist folds of the soft flesh in between her legs in vivid detail for the crowd. Suddenly, a silence gripped the throng. Rena didn’t dare turn around but knew what must be happening. As the image on the screen changed, it confirmed her hunch.
A large man in a long white coat stepped up to the podium. In his hand he held a large black rod. Rena assumed it was the same one she’d been penetrated by inside the cage, but couldn’t be sure. The man nodded at Riks, who stepped toward her and, placing his palms on her rear, held her open.
Rena looked up. The image on the screen had changed again. Rena’s face began to burn a fierce red at what she saw. The image was a close-up of her pussy, the soft folds parted by Riks’ strong hands, revealing the darkness of her opening. Rena knew that the hushed silence of the crowd meant they were all staring at exactly the same thing she was. Thousands of eyes were looking right at her most intimate place. The thought made more shame swell inside her at her humiliation. Then, to her horror, she saw her own juices begin to drip from her, revealing to everyone how aroused she’d become by the whole thing.
There wasn’t more time to contemplate it though. She felt the rod at her core again, pressing against her. It began to move inside her and Rena closed her eyes, steeling herself for the pleasure that would come and hoping she could resist the urge to climax when it came. When the heat of the thing began to move through her though, she knew that resistance would be almost impossible.
Her body began to tremble again as the hard thing settled into place inside her. Rena’s mouth opened and try as she did, she could not suppress the moan that came out. She felt her thighs begin to shake. Her nipples became even harder and soon her whole body was overcome, slow spasms moving through her and causing her to jerk back and forth on the podium. She closed her eyes, ignoring the pained look she was making and tried desperately to brace against the overwhelming heat and
pleasure that was pulsing inside her. She could not resist.
With a scream she let the climax tear through her body, once again collapsing and nearly falling on her side. She felt the stiff shape leaving her and let out a mournful wail as emptiness took its place. As soon as it was out of her body, the crowd erupted in a massive roar, cheering and screaming at the image of her lying in a crumpled heap on the podium. Rena once again heard the doctor chuckling behind her.
“She’s all yours,” she heard him say as Riks leaned in over her. When she looked up at him, he was smiling.
“Are… are you mad?” she asked, searching his eyes for an answer. She sighed with relief as she shook his head.
“No, pet. You were perfect. But it’s not over yet. Presenting position.”
Happy that Riks didn’t seem too disappointed, Rena clambered back up onto her hands and knees, spreading her legs. The crowd cheered again. Still reeling from her orgasm, she did her best to steady herself and look straight ahead. The booming voice exploded through the speakers once again.
“And now we let the voting begin!”
Overhead, the screen exploded into bright colors. There appeared to be four or five choices, but they were in a language Rena couldn’t read. She watched as the strange symbols began to spin slowly. Glancing out toward the seats closest to the stage, she realized everyone was pushing buttons, obviously voting on what was displayed. Even though she desperately wanted to look back at Riks for reassurance, she held herself in place and kept staring forward.
Glancing up with just her eyes, she saw the symbols were slowing. When they finally stopped, the crowd erupted in another loud roar.
She felt his hand on her bottom, then between her legs. As soon as he touched her, pleasure gripped her body again. His fingers moved down her soaked slit, parting her again and sliding inside. She breathed a deep breath, pushing back against the sweet sensation so it wouldn’t plunge her into ecstasy again.
Riks pushed another finger inside her, stretching her open further and moving his hand in and out. Rena began breathing heavily. She bit her lip, hoping the pain would keep the rising tide of another climax at bay. It did, but barely. Her body began to hum with an energy she’d never felt.
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