“What do you mean?” she demanded, looking up at him. “Where are we going?”
“I’m not staying here where any fucking male in the crowd can legally grab your ass!” Dra’vik growled. “We’ll find a different way to the hotel!”
“But—” she began.
Just then, however, a new tram pulled into the station. As the doors slid open on both sides and people began to pour out the far side so that new passengers could file in the near side, Iyanna and the big Drake were pushed forward as the crowd surged eagerly.
Iyanna lost sight of the groper and his victim at this point and nearly lost hold of Dra’vik as they were swept relentlessly towards the tram.
But the big Drake wasn’t letting go of her.
“Hold on, little girl!” he roared, over the noise of the crowd. “Stay with me!”
Clutching at his hand, Iyanna found herself swept relentlessly forward and into the large silver tram car where there was standing room only.
She gasped as she felt something brush against her bare ass and wondered miserably if it was a hand. Was she going to have to put up with getting groped, like the hapless pleasure slave on the platform? Was this simple tram ride to their hotel going to feature in her nightmares for years to come?
But just as she was about to give up hope, Dra’vik pulled her close and then pushed her against one of the tram’s walls.
“Hey!” Iyanna gasped as the cold metal of the wall made contact with her ass through the triangular cut out. “What are you doing?”
“Protecting you, little girl. Told you I wouldn’t fail you again.”
And Dra’vik placed himself directly in front of her. Leaning down so that they were nearly face-to-face, he braced his arms on either side of her shoulders and spread his legs wide, planting his feet outside of hers. He basically encircled her, using his large, muscular body as a shield to keep any seeking hands at bay. Then he glared around the train with a snarl on his face, as though daring anyone to try anything.
Unsurprisingly, no one did.
Dra’vik held his position the entire tram ride and Iyanna was grateful for his watchful protection. Looking out under his muscular arm, she could see another pleasure slave, standing at an angle to her. Her Master was beside her but he wasn’t making any effort to protect her.
The tram lurched into motion and Iyanna watched as another male stepped up behind the pleasure slave and casually pulled his cock out of the front of his long robes. Kicking her legs apart, he shoved himself inside her, thrusting his shaft into her pussy as though he had every right to do so.
The girl gasped and stiffened and her Master turned his head to look down at her.
“Getting fucked again, are you?” Iyanna heard him murmur in a bored, slightly amused voice.
“Y-yes, Master. I am,” the pleasure slave whispered breathlessly.
“Hmm. Seems like other males just can’t resist your pussy,” her Master remarked. He turned to look at the man who was penetrating her and appeared to recognize him. “Ho, Stave’or!” he exclaimed. “Didn’t see you back there. Did you finish the report on those O-rings?”
“Unhg…ungh!” the other male grunted as he continued to thrust. “That I did. I’ll be…presenting it…tomorrow. Your pleasure slave has a tight little cunt,” he added casually. “Damn hard… to get my whole shaft… inside her.”
“That she does and I’m happy to share her with you.” The first male gave his pleasure slave a stern look. “Spread wider, Tee’la—let Stave’or all the way in. Hopefully he’ll leave a nice big load of cream in your cunt. That’ll make it even easier for me to slip inside you myself when we get home.”
“Yes, Master,” the girl moaned, spreading her thighs wider as the male behind her continued to thrust into her pussy.
Then the two men continued talking business—apparently they worked at the same office—while the first man fucked the second one’s pleasure slave. The only time they stopped talking was when the first man started coming.
Gripping the handrail above his head with one hand, he held the pleasure slave’s hip with the other and drove in deep, making a low groaning noise. At last he sighed in apparent contentment and began to withdraw his shaft.
“Oh, stay inside her if you want to,” the pleasure slave’s Master said courteously. “You can fuck her all the way to the Tr’goth bridge—that’s our stop.”
“Many thanks.” The other man nodded. “I’ll leave a second load in her pussy for you if I can.”
“The more the better—we’re trying to start a brood, you know,” the first man said casually. “And it’s always better if at least a few of the eggs are fertilized by other males, don’t you think?”
“Absolutely.” The other male nodded and began fucking again.
“In fact, we’re thinking of having a breeding party,” the pleasure slave’s Master said. “But I’m not sure who to invite. Do you think the entire Accounting department would be too much?”