“This asshole was touching your female!” Dra’vik told him, his yellow eyes blazing.
“She tried to stop him but he wouldn’t let her alone,” Iyanna added. Now that the cat was out of the bag, she might as well make it really clear the abuse wasn’t the girl’s fault, she thought.
“Lee’anni, is this true?” the Master asked sternly, looking down at his pleasure slave.
Hanging her head, she nodded.
“I’m sorry, Master. Yes, it is true—that man was touching me.”
“And you tried to stop him?” the Master asked.
She hung her head even lower.
“Yes, I…I tried to keep my legs closed.”
“Which was very wrong of her!” the groper declared, surprising Iyanna with his brazenness. “I was well within my rights to touch her!”
“What?” Dra’vik growled, glaring at him. “What in the Seven Frozen Hells are you talking about? What the fuck gives you the right to touch a female you don’t even know against her will?”
“The law, of course!” the groper declared. “Or are you too ignorant to read?”
He pointed to a sign on the wall which Iyanna hadn’t noticed earlier. Now, thanks to the shot of Translation Bacteria she’d been given as soon as she stepped aboard the Monstrum Mother Ship, she was able to read the curving Lix’dorian script.
Carnal Importuning is Legal in all Public Areas and Trams, it read. Wives and Pleasure Slaves who do not wish to participate may ride the female-only tram cars, available every seventh day of each solar month. Please do not attempt to avoid importuning or penetration under penalty of prosecution.
The Tram Authority thanks you for your cooperation in this matter.
“Oh my God,” Iyanna muttered under her breath. The situation was worse than she’d imagined. Not only was it a normal thing for women to get groped in public places on Lix’dor Prime—it was actually legal.
“That’s fucking crazy!” Dra’vik exclaimed, after reading the sign himself.
“No, it’s the law,” the groper informed him self-righteously “Maybe be sure you understand it next time before interfering in another male’s simple pleasure, stranger.”
“He’s right—it is the law,” the Master of the pleasure slave girl said. He wasn’t talking to Dra’vik though—he was speaking to the pleasure slave and giving her a stern look. “You’re supposed to allow carnal importuning, Lee’anni, and you know it.”
“I’m sorry, Master,” she whispered softly, hanging her head so that her pink hair nearly obscured her face. “I just…I don’t want anyone but you touching me.”
“It doesn’t matter what you want,” her Master said, frowning. “You’re my pleasure slave, not my cherished wife. And if you can’t behave yourself and act properly in public, you’ll never be my cherished wife. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” she murmured, nodding.
“Good. Excuse me, friend?” He tapped the groper on the arm to get the other male’s attention.
“Yes? What is it?” The groper was frowning.
“I believe my pleasure slave owes you an apology for trying to impede your carnal importuning,” the Master told him. “She’ll be good now, won’t you, Lee’anni?”
The girl nodded, her eyes downcast.
“Yes, Sir—I’ll be good.”
“All right then—spread your legs. No—wider!” her Master snapped, glaring at her.
Sniffling a little, the girl did as she was told, spreading her legs wide so that the triangular cut out in her dark blue jumpsuit gaped open invitingly.
“Thank you—don’t mind if I do.” The groper shot Dra’vik a look of smug self congratulation as he slipped his hand into the pleasure slave’s outfit and cupped her pussy from behind. As he slid his fingers deep inside her, he nodded in satisfaction. “Nice and wet,” he told the girl’s Master.
“Thank you.” The Master nodded approvingly and then looked at his pleasure slave, who was biting her lower hip as she allowed the groper to touch her. “That’s very good, Lee’anni. Just let him finger-fuck your tight little pussy,” he said sternly. “You’re lucky I don’t let him fuck you with his cock as well. I would if the tram wasn’t almost here.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master,” the girl whispered. Looking down at her feet, she widened her stance even more, allowing the groper to fuck deeply into her unprotected pussy with his fingers, moaning softly under her breath as he did so.
Iyanna and Dra’vik exchanged glances at this egregious display and she saw anger rising in his slitted yellow eyes. The scales over his broad chest had begun to glow again—a deep, bright color like he had a bar of gold under his skin that was melting and getting ready to spray forth molten lava.
“There’s nothing we can do,” she hissed at him, uneasy with how close to exploding he looked. “It’s legal here—it’s their law.”
“It shouldn’t fucking be!” he snarled. “Females shouldn’t be touched without their permission. Come on!”
And grabbing her hand, he started to pull her away.
Iyanna wasn’t sure where he thought he was going—the crowd was packed tight all around them.