Ravenous Virtue

by Tracy St. John

  “Why do you have this picture up?”

  “I keep it as my inspiration to catch and kill that prick.”

  Raven had to smile. She felt the same way about Taambaa.

  After a few minutes, she realized she’d committed the sneering smile of Vendeen’s enemy to memory. She had no need to continue to look at that, especially since it made her want to smash her robotic fist through the glass. She turned back to see her companions still engrossed in their work and wondered how much longer it was going to be before they were through.

  Feeling very much the third wheel and more than a little useless, Raven asked, “What should I do? Stand guard outside the door?”

  “Bored, my darling?” Daagiis asked, his eyes never leaving his screen.

  “I hate standing around. I do warn you, the first one of you to tell me to make coffee gets punched with my robotic arm.”

  Both men smiled a little as they continued to work. Daagiis said, “This office is well-protected with armor and sensors. Relax while you can. If you really need something to keep you occupied, run your laws and regulations program. We may be going outside the enforcement area soon, but you can at least know what the law is inside the Consolidated territories.”

  If standing around was a snoozefest, Raven knew looking at regs would put her in a coma. Still, with nothing else to do…

  “How do I run that?”

  “Simply say, ‘run laws and regulations program’. Your interface will do the rest.”

  Raven frowned. “Will it make me freeze all over like I did when you downloaded that fighting program?”

  Vendeen answered her. “Yes, since it’s a document and not a physical application. You’ll go offline while you study it.”

  Daagiis added, “You’ll see an ‘exit’ command while it runs. Just concentrate on that, and you’ll come back to normal.”

  Raven’s frown deepened. “I can’t say I like that much. Why can’t I just know it like I did the other stuff?”

  Vendeen sighed. “There’s too much legalese and it updates constantly. If it was part of conscious programming, it would fry your synapses. You need to periodically update your knowledge for that reason, so get used to running it.”

  Daagiis smiled up at her, his expression sympathetic. “You can simply tell your interface to record an incident to determine if it’s illegal, but you’re really better off knowing the general laws and offenses. The basic Articles of Jurisdiction never change, so learn those first. Next, concentrate on amendments to the articles.”

  Raven barely refrained from making a face. It sounded like this would be every bit as much fun as memorizing the Code of Federal Regulations back on Earth … which she had never done, as that would have fried her synapses as well.

  Grumpily, she said, “Okay.”

  Before she could order the program to start, Vendeen gave her his half-smile. “You might want to sit down first. Just in case you’re off balance when you go offline.”

  That made sense. There were no more chairs, however, so Raven ended up sitting cross legged on the floor, her back supported by the wall. She took a deep breath and thought of something else. “What if you need me for something?”

  Vendeen waved her off. “I’ll interrupt the program and bring you back online.”

  “I’m not comfortable it being like this. I feel like I’m at your beck and call.”

  “You are.”

  Raven scowled, but both men were ignoring her now. Damn it, she didn’t like being Vendeen’s slave, but she had agreed to it. She’d admitted she would have even gone into servitude willingly, just so she could get her hands on Taambaa and stop him from bringing more slaves over. She’d have to make the best of the situation.

  “Run laws and regulations program.”

  Raven went offline.

  * * * *

  Raven went through the Articles of Jurisdiction, quickly loading all fifty to her permanent memory. She’d managed to get through the first ten amendments when Vendeen’s deep voice interrupted.

  “Raven, close program. Come back online. Remain in position.”

  The seemingly neverending lines of legal babble abruptly blinked off, much like a television that had been turned off. The real world flickered back into being.

  The first thing Raven noticed was that Vendeen’s office had gone horizontal. She was staring at Daagiis sitting about three feet away at his desk. Then she felt smooth, hard coldness beneath her body from the waist up as well as under her cheek. She suddenly realized she was bent over the desk.

  She was also naked.

  “What the fuck?” she spluttered, trying to rise. Her body remained stubbornly glued to the surface, with her legs draped over the edge. Warm hands rubbed up and down her ass, telling her exactly where Vendeen was at the moment. She tried to kick him, but her legs were as unresponsive as the rest of her.

  Daagiis raised an eyebrow at her, noting her fruitless struggles to move. “Relax. We’ll be leaving soon, but Vendeen wanted another round with your hot ass.”

  “You can’t–” she started, but he could, couldn’t he? He could and he would. “Damn it!” Raven yelled.

  There was nowhere to go. Nothing to do but put up with her servitude once more.

  Behind her, Vendeen snorted. “Stop whining. I already prepared you.”

  His fingers stopped massaging the mounds of her butt to probe around her anus. Raven was suddenly aware there was something already lodged in her ass. It eased partly out, then pumped her passage. Raven instinctively tensed and grinding pain erupted.

  She squalled. “Damn it, it hurts! Stop!”

  Vendeen slapped her ass, adding a sting to the ache. “Relax. The butt plug didn’t bother you until you tensed up so hard.”

  Despite her moans, he showed no sign of stopping the plug-fuck. Raven forced her backend to relax. Just as Vendeen had said, the pain stopped as soon as she softened. The butt plug moved in and out of her ring with ease.

  Vendeen spoke with approval. “Much better.”

  Raven drew in a couple of deep breaths before trying to reason with her … ugh, she hated to call him the word … owner. “Look, I know you’re enjoying being the master to my slave and all that shit, but there have to be limits. I don’t appreciate waking up to finding you ready to plow my ass.”

  Daagiis folded his arms over the desk and leaned his chin on them so he could look her in the eyes. “You agreed to be his servant in all things. Vendeen loves a tight ass, as do I.”

  The Gilothean still worked her ass with the plug. He told her, “Which you will share with both of us.”

  Raven wished they could go back to the fight room. Pounding the pair of them would make her very happy right now. “Bastards!”

  Daagiis’ amused expression disappeared. His golden eyes were brittle as he said, “I believe she wants a spanking to go along with her ass fuck, Vendeen.”

  “I think you’re right. I do not appreciate my property calling me names.”

  Raven held her tongue with effort. She closed her eyes to shut out the view of Daagiis, trying to keep her temper in check before she got herself into more trouble than she can handle. She needed to exercise a lot more caution, what with being so utterly helpless. She couldn’t move, couldn’t defend herself, and the two men could do anything they wished with her…

  To her horror, her body woke with a vengeance. Arousal flared deep in her womb, and honey gushed from her pussy. All at once, that butt plug moving in and out of her ass felt damned good.

  What the hell? She didn’t want her ass fucked or spanked! Yet her body had gone eager at the threat of taboo sex and punishment, at the knowledge she was vulnerable to her captors’ whims.

  She heard Daagiis’ deep inhalation. His tone filled with appreciation, he said, “Lovely scent coming from you, Virtue. Someone wants her butt packed.”

  Raven squeezed her eyelids tight, refusing to look at him. Her face was flooded with heat as humiliation filled her. Yet she only
got wetter, her belly warmer at his words. Fuck.

  Vendeen’s chuckle made her want to squirm, and she was suddenly perversely glad she couldn’t move and therefore not betray herself any worse.

  Her bronze-skinned tormentor spoke. “Let it never be said I don’t give my servants what they want.”

  He pulled the plug out. Raven bit back a groan to feel it go. Damned if she’d let them know she actually enjoyed being filled that way. She didn’t even want to admit it to herself, so she wasn’t about to tell these sadistic bastards.

  “Vibrator, please Daagiis? The one with the clit stimulator. I think it’s in the top drawer.”

  Raven heard the face-changer rise from his seat and walk around to Vendeen’s desk. The sound of rummaging let her know he was searching for the toy.

  He sounded thoughtful when he spoke. “You are being generous with her.”

  “I think sometimes great pleasure can be as much a punishment as pain. Or have you forgotten the lessons I’ve taught you?”

  “I forget nothing.” Daagiis’ tone was surly and filled with threat. “This large one with the remote?”

  “That’s it.”

  “What about the lube?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “You are being profoundly generous.”

  There was a squelching sound that Raven recognized. Someone was squeezing a thick liquid from a tube. Then came soft squishy noises.

  “Just a moment while I get the vibrator nice and slippery for you, my servant,” Vendeen said. “There we go. All ready now. Just relax, my lovely girl.”

  Raven ground her teeth together, but she had nowhere to go and no way to resist. She felt the bulbous head of the vibrator pressing against her pussy. Vendeen’s last statement had made her muscles lax, ready to accept the invasion. It slid slowly inside her, big and thick and slick with gel. Vendeen pressed it into her steadily, filling her up until soft petal-like protuberances surrounded her clit.

  Raven suddenly realized she was panting from excitement. She clamped her teeth together once more, furious with her body’s betrayal as her sheath clenched eagerly at the vibrator shoved deep inside.

  “And now for me,” Vendeen said.

  Raven heard the tube squirt, followed by moist sounds. He lubed his cock, readying to fuck her ass. Her insides quaked at the knowledge, once more sending piercing arousal through her belly. Damn it, she was screwy in the head.

  Vendeen groaned, presumably at his own touch. Daagiis chuckled.

  “Good thing you’re wearing your cockring.”

  “Never leave home without it. Her ass is nice and open now, but I anticipate it will still be quite snug for my cock.”

  “Of course. The plug’s circumference isn’t quite that big.”

  “I do want her to know I’m in there, after all.”

  They laughed. Raven thought about how much she hated them both. Unfortunately, despising Vendeen and Daagiis couldn’t stop her from anticipating the coming fuck.

  She really wished she didn’t want what was about to happen. However, she was getting hotter and wetter with each passing moment.

  I’m a masochist. An out and out masochist. Surprise!

  Damn it, this sucked.

  Vendeen stroked her hair, making her shiver despite herself. “Since you’re already nice and greased from the butt plug, I think we can begin.”

  He’d barely finished speaking when the vibrator came to life, humming and quivering Raven’s insides. More than that, the petals surrounding her clit thrummed enthusiastically, sending white-hot shards of pleasure through her. She didn’t even try to stop the moan that escaped her throat. Ticklish bliss tumbled through her, making her clenched hands fling wide open.

  Then a broad, hot object pushed against her ass. Vendeen’s hard cockhead was there, seeking entrance. Raven tensed.

  “Relax, my servant. I’ve prepared you quite well. It doesn’t have to hurt if you’ll stay easy. You might as well, because I’m fucking you no matter what.”

  He’d formed it more as a request than an order, leaving it up to Raven to loosen her sphincter muscles. She forced herself to relax as Vendeen began his invasion.

  He entered her with shocking ease, pressing all the way in with one smooth thrust. She gasped to feel his groin meet her ass in short order. Raven made herself breathe, refusing to let instinct make her tighten up again.

  Okay. I can handle this. It’s a bit snug and aches a little, but it’s not bad. It’s okay.

  Actually, it was more than okay. With the vibrator in her pussy, she felt quite pleasantly full. Now that she wasn’t concentrating so much on the terror of being split in two, she was again aware of the clit stimulator buzzing around her most sensitive part. Acutely aware.

  Eager arousal came roaring back, curling Raven’s fingers and toes. Vendeen drew back, slowly emptying her of himself, dragging sensational friction through her tighter sheath. It made the vibrator buried in her pussy thrum hard against her most sensitive interior spot. She moaned throatily, pleasure burgeoning throughout her body as Vendeen thrust hard inside once more.

  “There’s a girl,” her lover whispered. “That’s right. You love this, don’t you? You want to show me how good it feels. You want to come for me.”

  Yes, she did. Raven fought the command keeping her pinned down, fought it so she could raise her ass in offering to Vendeen. She made a sound of desperate entreaty, wordlessly begging him to keep the delicious, aching thrills coursing through her body so she could climax.

  His loins slapped up against her ass with increasing frequency and power. “Feel me inside you, Raven,” he growled. “Feel my cock going deep in your ass. Tell me how good it feels.”

  “Yes,” she moaned, barely aware she was speaking as the vibrator continued its demanding pleasuring of her pussy and clit. Delight sizzled through her veins as her body reached for nirvana, closing in on her now.

  “Tell me.”

  “Please, more. Harder,” she gasped. She was getting near. All that mattered was the coming explosion that would sear her to her very soul.

  “Yes. You’re going to come for me.”

  “Yes.” So close now. Her insides began to light up, readying to detonate fit for the Fourth of July.

  “Do it, Raven. Let go. Let it happen.”

  As if she’d only awaited his approval, rapture suffused Raven’s gut and unfurled in molten streamers through her body. She was aware she screamed, but knew little else. All was pulsing, pounding fury, making the earth quake all around her.

  She came back to reality, her breath sobbing, eyes streaming, and pussy still shuddering. Vendeen continued to whipcrack his hips against her ass.

  “She’s back.” Daagiis’ amused voice sounded far away. His form seemed dim before Raven’s blurred eyes.

  “Not for long.” Vendeen was gasping. “You will come for me again, my servant. I demand it.”

  Raven moaned, but ecstasy already ramped up once more, driving her into elated oblivion. Then another explosive orgasm was on her, tearing her apart, sending her flying in all directions. Convulsion after convulsion seized her, as if to wring her insides of all their strength.

  She returned to Vendeen’s office in time to feel him sliding from her body. The vibrator had fallen quiet.

  “My turn,” he grunted. “This cockring is killing me.”

  After a moment he shoved into Raven’s ass again. His groan sounded pained as he filled her once more. “Fuck,” he whispered. He pumped once, twice…

  A bronze-colored fist slammed on the desk’s surface a few inches in front of Raven’s face. Vendeen screamed, and she felt his cock jerk inside her, spilling heat. His fist slammed to the desktop again, and she was amazed it didn’t shatter beneath his heavy blow.

  He sagged over her body, groaning as the pulses of his deliverance slowed and finally stopped. Vendeen drew a deep breath and kissed the exposed cup of Raven’s ear.

  “Oh, that was good. You have a most delicious ass, my
servant.”

  He patted said ass as he straightened and withdrew. Raven felt a glow of unwanted pleasure at his approval. Damned submissive tendencies.

  As Vendeen pulled free of her in a wash of fluids, Daagiis stood with an anticipatory grin.

  Great, Raven thought. Here comes round two. What sucked was that as little as she wanted to look forward to it, she was already getting aroused again.

  The Paatiin took Vendeen’s place between her spread legs. “I think this pussy needs my attention,” he said, easing the quiet vibrator free.

  “Now who’s being kind?” Vendeen said. He sat on the edge of the desk next to Raven and grinned down at her.

  “You inspired me,” came Daagiis’ dry tone. “Your generous mercy is legendary.”

  Vendeen’s gaze went sharp as he looked up from Raven’s face. “Careful, or I’ll remind you of exactly how merciful I tend to be.”

  Daagiis did not answer. Instead, Raven felt the prod of his broad cockhead at her opening. She thought he was probably pissed off with their exchange and tried to ready herself for an angry taking.

  Instead, the face-changer entered her slowly, treating her with tenderness she was shocked to receive. She had been stretched by the vibrator, and there was no reason for him to not simply press inside. Yet he advanced with leisure, pushing forward a little ways before backing out a bit, then pushing just slightly deeper the next time. He was actually being nice to her.

  So was Vendeen. Her bronze-skinned master combed his fingers through her curls, drawing her hair away from her face and shoulders. He gently tugged free the few tangles he found. Every now and then he stroked her cheek or temple. The touches were tender, like those of a solicitous lover.

  After a little while, Daagiis’ cock buried all the way inside her. He sighed and caressed her ass with his fingertips as he stilled for a few seconds, apparently enjoying the warmth of her enfolding flesh.

  Now he’ll start the rough stuff, Raven thought. Now he’ll pound my pussy just to get his jollies.