“Everything okay, little girl?” Dra’vik asked, looking down at her anxiously. He had wanted to carry her in his arms, once they got down to the tram platform and saw how crowded it was. But Iyanna had been afraid she might kick someone in the head if her feet were sticking out—plus it would make it much harder to hold onto her suitcase. So she vetoed the idea.
Now she was beginning to wonder if she’d been wrong to do so.
“I’m okay, it just felt like some asshole grabbed my ass,” she told him, frowning behind her again.
But the guilty party—if he hadn’t moved off in the crowd—was impossible to spot. Nobody would meet her eyes—they just looked right through her. It was like she was invisible, just because she was a woman, Iyanna thought indignantly!
“They fucking what?” Dra’vik growled. He also turned and glared behind them. This caused an uneasy shuffling amongst the crowd but it was still impossible to identify the culprit.
The big Drake looked ready to explode—his chest was glowing with his inner fire and his yellow-gold eyes were angry slits.
“Calm down!” Iyanna told him quickly. The last thing they needed was for him to “flame up” in the middle of the packed tram station.
“How can I calm down if some fucker is grabbing you?” Dra’vik objected. “I’m not going to stand by and let that happen to you!”
“It was probably just an accident—we’re so packed in here,” Iyanna said, though she didn’t believe it for a minute.
She shifted some more, trying to make a little room around herself and then looked down in front of her and saw something that made her want to shout with anger.
Directly in front of them was a Lix’dorian couple—a man with his left arm wrapped around the shoulders of his cherished wife, much the same way Dra’vik had his own arm wrapped around Iyanna.
This might have presented a sweet picture if she hadn’t seen what he was doing with his right hand, which was down by his side.
Standing beside the first couple was a second one—this time a Master with his pleasure slave. The pleasure slave was directly beside the first male who had his left arm arm around his wife. But his other hand was thrust between the pleasure slave’s legs.
She had her thighs shut and was clearly trying to keep him out but the first male was persistent. He was shoving his fingers deep into the crack between her legs, obviously trying to get to her pussy. As Iyanna watched, horrified, he delivered a sharp pinch to the pleasure slave’s inner thigh causing her to gasp and part her legs at last.
Triumphantly, the Lix’dorian male jammed his hand between her thighs and his fingers into her unprotected pussy. She gave another little gasp and then hung her head, not trying to fight any longer as the bastard explored her thoroughly. And all the time he had a blank look on his face and his arm around his wife, as though nothing was going on. Iyanna knew, because she could see him from the side when she tilted her head.
She was horrified by what she was witnessing.
Oh my God, he’s not just grabbing or brushing her—he’s freaking molesting her! This is awful!
She was about to open her mouth and say something but just then, the pleasure slave happened to look back and catch her eyes.
Iyanna raised her eyebrows and looked pointedly down at what was going on. Do you want me to say something to this asshole? her look asked silently.
But the Lix’dorian pleasure slave, who had pale lavender skin and long pink hair, shook her head frantically. She directed a look at her Master and then, widened her eyes in obvious fear.
Iyanna took this to mean that she was afraid her Master would be angry with her if he found out another man was groping her. He might even hurt or beat her later, blaming the pleasure slave for “cheating” even though it was the other male’s fault she was being compromised.
She hated to see what was going on, but she could understand if the girl was in an abusive relationship. So though it didn’t sit right with her to let such blatant groping go on, she was prepared to clamp her lips closed, so as not to get the girl in even bigger trouble.
Unfortunately, just then Dra’vik also saw what was happening. But he hadn’t seen the pleasure slave girl’s face or read her unspoken communication to Iyanna.
“Hey, you bastard!” he snarled, gripping the Lix’dorian groper by the shoulder and spinning him around. “You get off on groping helpless females?”
“What?” The groper stared at him, clearly shocked to be confronted about his crimes.
“What’s this? What’s going on?” the Master of the pleasure slave who had been groped demanded, turning to see what was happening.