The main floor was lit by the rooms behind those huge windows. Rachel could see people moving in the spaces, but with men crowded close to the windows, it was hard to make out exactly what was going on. It was from those rooms that all the sounds came from. The watching audience barely made a sound.
“Let’s see if any of the playrooms are putting on a good show you’d like to see,” Erybet said. He guided her down the ramp into the midst of the onlookers.
The men who surrounded them looked hungrily at Rachel she walked by, but they made room, almost cringing as if afraid to touch her. She was glad they were so determined to keep their hands to themselves, because Erybet had no hope of fighting off so many. Apparently, respect for a clanned female in the company of her Dramok was blessedly great.
They were allowed to the front by the parting tide of Kalquorian bodies, and Rachel blinked at the bright light spilling from the playroom in front of her. She gaped at the view in front of her.
On the other side of the glass, a sleek Kalquorian male about the size of Conyod was tied with black cords in a complicated pattern all over his otherwise nude body. His wrists had been secured to his ankles, forcing him to balance on wide-set legs and the top of his head, making his body an inverted ‘v’ shape. A heavily-muscled man stood behind him, plunging his larger cock in and out of the tied man’s ass. At the same time, he swung his right arm from side to side, splashing multiple knotted lengths of what looked like leather against the tied man’s back.
Snick-snick-snick-snick sounded with each strike. Angry red welts rose across the expanse of the guy getting beaten and fucked … and jerked off. The muscle man’s left hand worked the tied-up guy’s livid erections, bringing choked cries of growing ecstasy between the surprisingly few cries of pain.
Erybet’s voice in her ear interrupted the mesmerizing sounds. “Are you all right with this?”
Rachel was dimly aware of her mouth hanging open. Boy, was she ever all right with it.
Cream slid down her thighs, as her soaked panties could no longer absorb the tide flowing from her incredibly aroused core. She couldn’t believe she was getting turned on by the display, but there was no doubting her reaction, either. She had a vision of herself in the tied man’s place, with Erybet administering the pleasurable punishment. Something deep inside clenched and she bit back a moan.
The dominant male growled something to his partner. Despite the pane of glass or whatever it was separating the main observation room from the playroom, Rachel heard everything going on perfectly well, including the moist squelching sounds of slippery cock working ass.
Whatever the dominant had said made the other man shudder. His groans grew louder. The muscular man grunted, pounding harder against the wide-open buttocks, nearly knocking the submitting male off his feet. Somehow he kept his balance.
The one on top whipped the bottom’s primary cock with quick, hard strokes. The knotted leather strips fell faster until they blurred against the submissive’s back. His mouth fell wide open. He cried out. Then he screamed. Thick, white ropes of ejaculate burst from his cock, coating his belly and chest.
The dominant dropped his cords, which Rachel could see were all bound at the bottom to a handle. He grabbed the other man’s hips with both hands, yanking his partner back and forth onto his dick. He shuddered and groaned. He pulled out and erupted on the other man’s ass.
Rachel’s knees were wobbling as other onlookers broke into applause. It took her a moment to realize her hands were slapping together too. It had been a hell of a performance.
She took her handheld off her belt and wrote a quick question to Erybet. Are they all customers in the rooms, or are the performances put on by the club itself?
“The club hires people to play with paying customers. But a lot of what you see takes place between friends and lovers. That Dramok and Imdiko are probably clanned to each other.
They’re relatively young, so they may be using such displays to interest Nobeks.”
The muscled dominant was now carefully untying the smaller man, occasionally rubbing with gentle hands the lash marks he’d left on his skin. The Imdiko smiled almost sleepily up at him, looking as content as a cat in a sunbeam.
Many of the onlookers were moving along to other windows where no doubt more vignettes were playing out. Erybet asked, “Do you want to see more?”
Rachel nodded and they stepped towards the next window. As they neared, Rachel heard the constant peal of screams issuing from that playroom. There was an instant of seeing bright splashes of blood against the glass and walls before she turned away, looking up at Erybet with horror.
He nodded and pulled her to the next playroom display. “A group of Nobeks. They play hard with each other. Don’t worry, Ray-Ray, nothing life-threatening is allowed and there are medics standing by at all times. Let’s keep moving.”
All the warm tinglies from the first window had evaporated with that brief glimpse into the second. She forgot about it as they drew close to a trio of three Earther females who were before the third window watching wide-eyed and giggling. The Kalquorians were giving the women a wide berth, but their gazes were riveted on them every bit as much as whatever was going on in the playroom. Agonized desire filled most expressions. It was hard to see these men standing so close to what they wanted more than anything and unable to claim it. Feeling sad for their plight, Rachel turned away from them to see what was happening in the window.
She was surprised to see what she thought must be a clan surrounding an Earther male. He was suspended in a harness from the ceiling, his body horizontal and level with the Kalquorians’
groins. The young man, blond and blue-eyed, his body defined but nowhere near the chiseled musculature of his companions, swung back and forth between two of them. His hands were bound at his back, and his legs were snared in the harness, keeping him wide open for the Kalquorian pumping into his ass. Another enjoyed the use of the Earther’s mouth. The third Kalquorian knelt to one side, gently masturbating the blonde. The Kalquorians looked at their Earther playmate with expressions of lust mixed with genuine affection. Perhaps even love. It reminded Rachel of how Erybet’s clan looked at her.
“Not all clans want to be with females,” Erybet confirmed. “Some are predisposed to preferring men and have taken in male Earthers as sort of permanent companions. They look happy, don’t they?”
Rachel nodded. After the bloody carnage of the second playroom, this group seemed downright sweet. And hot. She was getting excited all over again.
They watched until the blonde was brought to climax, his cries muffled by the thick cock in his mouth. The two inside his body quickly followed with their own orgasms, and then the third Kalquorian took his turn between the young man’s thighs. Rachel’s nipples had gone hard during the display, and she was wetter than ever. She followed Erybet to the next window as the satisfied Kalquorian pair patted and stroked their still gasping Earther male.
They didn’t have to wait for a crowd to part to view the fourth playroom because no one was using it. Rachel looked the accessories displayed. Right in the middle was a segmented table.
She couldn’t imagine what it did as its padded surface appeared to have several sections. What she could identify on it were wrist and ankle cuffs and a circular band that might be a head restraint at one end. Scary. Exciting.
The implements hanging on the side walls were every bit as confusing in some instances, fearsome in others, and thrilling in still more. One of the tailed whips like she’d seen demonstrated in the first playroom waited to be used on soft flesh. More objects like crops and leather straps meant to punish were there. Fake cocks of every imaginable size lined up on shelves. Tiny clips with chains between them. More things than her dazzled eyes could take in.
Erybet’s voice was low as she contemplated the tantalizing room in front of her. “Would you like to play?”
She inhaled sharply and looked at him. The idea was incredibly arousing. And all those eye
s watching as she was tormented and pleasured by Erybet only got her hotter until she thought of the scars they’d also see. Those terrible, disfiguring scars that Kalquor’s doctors hadn’t been able to completely erase. The marks of her failure.
Her Dramok’s expression betrayed no emotion beyond kind patience. “I won’t be upset if you say no. Even if you say yes and then don’t like it, we can stop at any time. I leave the decision entirely to you.”
Rachel looked at that frightening, tempting table. She peered over her shoulder into the dark observation room, filled with Kalquorian men. Men who eyed her with desire, not knowing she was ugly with scars. She felt so sorry for them, many who would not win a Matara because there were so few women to go around. And sorry that if she did agree to play, they’d be disappointed with seeing such an imperfect example of what they wanted.
But what if they felt as Conyod, Sletran, and Erybet claimed they did? That her marks were honorable, heroic even because she’d survived the horror of torture? She knew she liked being watched as she was subjected to erotic pain and pleasure. And if these men weren’t dismayed by her body, if they in fact appreciated it, she might finally be able to reclaim a part of herself. The part she’d lost in prison when jeers and disgust were all that greeted her as she was stripped naked for mutilations and beatings.
It was ridiculous to depend on the opinions of others for her self-esteem. But she didn’t want to feel ugly anymore. Or worthless. Or undeserving.
Even though he’d left it up to her, there was still Erybet to consider. She didn’t want to do anything to upset her Dramok, though he seemed devoted to making everything she wanted come to pass. She told him, It’s no good if you don’t like being on display yourself.
His face reddened. “I’ll admit, I find it … arousing to perform in these settings. It wouldn’t be my first time in a room like that one.”
Rachel cocked an eyebrow at him. Well, that was interesting information. It won’t make you jealous for others to see me?
She’d actually wanted to ask him if he’d be ashamed for others to know his Matara was marked so hideously. Putting it in those words would make him angry however, so she went with an out that wouldn’t make either of them feel bad … or prompt Erybet to do something he didn’t want to just to prove something.
The lecherous grin he gave her made her stomach flutter. “I don’t mind them looking, but no man outside of my clan may touch you. That is our privilege alone.”
That should have settled things, but Rachel found she couldn’t leave the issue alone after all.
Bracing herself, she typed, What about my scars? I’m not a perfect beauty for you to show off.
In an almost comical gesture of frustration, Erybet’s hand smacked over his eyes and he groaned. He dropped his hand to glare at her. “Ray-Ray. Rachel. There is no part of you that any man would see as flawed. To let these others know that I possess someone as faultless as you is an honor.”
His hands framed her face, holding her captive for a kiss. His tongue claimed all of her mouth, ruthlessly invading to make her moan and cling to him in desperate need. She rubbed up against him, her body rioting from finally being touched after seeing all the heady sex.
Erybet’s mouth released hers. His eyes were dark and he looked down at her with an attitude of possession. He growled, “I am the luckiest Dramok on Kalquor and proud to show everyone why. I am happy beyond words that my clan was rejected by the others who were nowhere near as amazing as you. I want to play with you and fuck you in front of everyone to proclaim my good fortune.”
Under that demanding gaze, her mouth still tingling from his kiss, all thoughts of being found lacking left Rachel’s head. Erybet released her face to yank her body up against his. His arm doing more to support her than her own legs, he took her to the wall next to the playroom’s window. He opened a door Rachel’s light-dependent eyes hadn’t seen and they entered a dimly lit hallway.
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.
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