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Allyson strained against her ropes, cursing and struggling. The coarse hemp cut into her wrists and ankles. She screamed into the gag covering her mouth. She had been forced by the huge man over this padded, sawhorse-like structure that he set up in the hotel lobby, her arms and legs tied to the supports. She was mortified to be bent over and spread out like this, her ass and cleft exposed to any visitors who came in.
Apparently, she was some sort of perk for the man's guests. He was retaliating for her obstinate refusal to do her chores in a manner befitting a slave. The starship commander would rather die than clean latrines and sweep courtyards. However, this indignity was far worse.
Fortunately for Ally, business was slow this time of day. So far, only one man had checked in, two slaves in tow, and he was too tired to partake of the manager's kind invitation to relieve his stress with the bound woman. Instead, he merely spanked her sharply a few times on her bare ass and let it go at that. The hotel owner laughed at her discomfort as she squirmed under the man's blows.
So she was still waiting for her first real "customer" when Niktus walked in with Beth mid-afternoon. Beth gasped when she saw her commander. "Oh my God, Commander Egerton! Hang on, I'll try to get you out of there."
She whispered a few words to Niktus, holding the U.T. close so the brooding hotel manager couldn't hear. Niktus nodded and said, "I will speak to him."
They approached the desk. "Greetings, Pitus! How is business?"
"Good, Niktus, good. I see you are out with your slave today—I hope she is more obedient than mine! What a difficult slave!"
"Yes. But let me tell you, Pitus, these slaves are very unusual. I can see you are trying to discipline her, I just hope you do not ruin her value while you do it."
"What do you mean?"
"Did you not hear about the big one they captured and sold to Dolnark?"
"Yes, I did hear that. She attacked his son—most distressing."
"That is my point. Where have you heard of a slave attacking a man—not only that, but knocking him to the ground twice!"
"It is odd. I heard Dolnark has given her to Keltar to train for a jamkalut in two suns' time."
"It is true. She and one of Keltar's fighters will match before the big Klasdor-Ripatus fight to warm up the crowd. I hear she is good fighter."
He snorted. "I will have to see."
"This woman is from same tribe," Niktus said, pointing at the bent-over Ally. "They are not easily tamed. I do not think they would make good hotel slaves."
"I paid good money for her, I use her as I see fit."
"Of course." Niktus stepped close and allowed his hand to rest on Ally's naked ass. She flinched, as if trying to get away. He stroked her as he continued to speak to Pitus. "But as you yourself have seen, these are exotic creatures, not at all like the hairy slaves we are used to."
He rubbed his hands over her, letting his fingers stray into her cleft, drawing juices from her against her will. A groan slipped from her lips into her gag. "Yes, they are highly sexual women—I can tell you from my own experience with my slave here." Beth blushed. "But they have many more qualities that you have not been able to determine."
His fingers worked into her slit, finding her clit and rubbing it gently. Ally couldn't help but be aroused. She told herself it was because she hadn't had sex in several months, but she knew being exposed here like this was incredibly erotic, despite—or maybe because of—her acute embarrassment.
Pitus moved closer as well to observe the heated woman writhe against her bonds. Beth was embarrassed, but she couldn't take her eyes off the scene. She was grateful that Ally couldn't see her from her bent-over position.
Niktus's fingers were soon coated in Ally's juices. Pitus sniffed at the pungent odor and made some comment Beth didn't catch. Both men laughed. Niktus pulled away and tasted his fingertips. Pitus dipped a finger in as well for a taste. Beth could see both men were becoming aroused—their loincloths stretched against their erections. Niktus returned his hand to Ally's cleft and continued to rub her.
Ally, a prisoner of her own body's arousal, wanted Niktus to stop—and she wanted him to continue. She was embarrassed, she was turned on. Her clit thrummed with need. His fingers felt so good, so good. Yes, that's it, please, please…
Suddenly, she spasmed and groaned softly, as if she was trying to hide her climax, though it was obvious to all.
"You can see how responsive she is, and you tie her up like a common slave. Of course, I cannot blame you for not knowing. How could you? You cannot even talk to her."
Niktus segued cleanly into his sales pitch, taking the U.T. from Beth and turning up the volume so the man could hear. Pitus jerked back when it spoke in a strange language, but when Beth spoke a few words and it translated for her, he began to see the possibilities.
He removed Ally's gag. The commander hung limply, lost in her euphoria. Then she seemed to come to her senses as her embarrassment and anger returned. Pitus held the machine close to her mouth and told her to speak. "Untie me, you damned asshole!" the commander spat out. "I don't care if you are a giant, I'll rip your balls off!"
"See? You would never get such vile curses and demands from a Baktu woman after bringing her such pleasure. These slaves are different. I tell you, Pitus, this woman may make you a fortune if you stop trying to treat her as an ordinary slave."
Pitus was intrigued, although he didn't quite follow what Niktus was saying. "She could stand some manners. Being the guest greeter works wonders with most slaves—what else could she do for me?"
"My slave tells me she is good with numbers. Perhaps she could help you increase your profits."
"A slave who can add and subtract? Impossible!"
"Do not take my word for it. See for yourself—if you can talk to her."
Niktus quickly sold the U.T. to the manager, then left him studying the box and Ally's backside. Beth wanted to see her released, afraid that the big man would rape Ally after they left. That possibility didn't concern Niktus. But he assured her that Pitus would release her soon enough.
"You cannot order a Baktu man to do anything," he said. "You can only suggest that it is unprofitable and hope that he agrees with you."
The more Beth learned about this race, the more intrigued she became.