Driven to Inertia

by T C

  “Oh?” Linora asked, only half turning to face her. “By all means, show me.” Kaydia pushed past her, reaching for a jar of Merakuya Honey.

  “There is a saying that I think applies to this situation. ‘You can catch more flies with honey…’”

  Merakuya.

  Quentin's eyes widened as he caught the scent, and as he saw the peculiar opalescent sheen of the thick amber fluid. Even in his current predicament, bound and waiting torture, watching the woman he loved aid in selecting the method of that torture, he felt his mind ache and his cock harden at the memories it awakened. The sensuality of his heightened senses and his enhanced perception of psionics, and of days and nights with Nyriah as she'd taught him everything she knew. Used properly, he knew, merakuya could break him like no other drug or chemical could. "Kaydia!" he called, desperation and shameful eagerness in his voice, "you don't have to do this! Whatever she's told you..."

  "I told her the truth about you, Quentin," Linora snapped. "About what you are and what you've done."

  He ignored her, reaching out to ha lover with words and with psionics. "Whatever she's told you, Kaydia, you know me. You've been in my..."

  Her lips silenced him, her honey-sweetened tongue thrusting into his mouth as her hands slid over his face in rough mockery of a caress. The drug hit him hard, making him acutely aware of the rigid edges of his shackles’ abrasion against the skin of his wrists and ankles. Of the cool air contrasting with the heat of her body, and the lazy currents from the air circulator ghosting over his skin. He felt the small, soft hairs on her forearms tickle his chest, and the slight chopping of her lips on his, and the bitter-sweet flavor of the knarr she'd drunk under the sweetness of the merakuya.

  He had no idea how long she kissed him. He couldn't say for sure if he was kissing her back, or if he was just greedily seeking every last speck of the honey in her mouth. But when she pulled back, his nerves were alight and his body rigid with the craving for more. More of the merakuya. More of her lips and touch. More of the air currents and the harsh manacles and...

  Shutting his eyes for a moment, he tried to ignore the desperate aching need created by the drug. Tried to focus on the calming rhythms of meditations of the Litany. Tried to ignore the feel of each of the ridges of her fingerprints as they trailed over his skin, and the way his body arched into her touch.

  He felt air displace and his eyes snapped open to see her kneeling between his thighs, and he gave an involuntary moan as she worked open his pants. "Kaydia," he groaned, voice desperate, "no. Please, no. Don't... don't... do this..." Her breath caressed his rigid shaft and he bucked, dick bobbing as his hips rocked upwards. "Kaydia!" he repeated, frantically.

  Her mouth closed around his throbbing cock like a wet, sultry oven, and he thrashed in his restraints. "Kaydia!" Her name tore itself from his lips in a desperate plea, both for her to stop and for her to continue. He told himself he wanted to pull away, but the sight of his lover with her lips wrapped around his glistening meat as her head moved up and down, and the agonizing merakuya-enhanced pleasure it brought, left him desperately offering himself so she could take more.

  "Please," he whimpered, tears trickling from the corners of his eyes. "Please."

  ***

  I want to make him understand, Kaydia.

  And if he won’t?

  Then I am going to have to kill him.

  Kaydia knew in that moment she was a monster. She had likely always been a monster. It wasn’t the drugs or the torture or the rape. None of those things had made her into this, they had only worked because she was already this way. It was always just her.

  Even still, hearing Quentin beg her, beg for some small mercy she wasn’t capable of granting him broke her heart, while the haze of Merakuya gripped her mind. While she felt his own body fight against his mind, and she was filled with sympathy and guilt and bliss. While her mouth enveloped him and slid over and along the veins and ridges and smooth skin. While she felt the subtle vibrations of her throat as she moaned against him, and left a slick trail of saliva in the wake of her lip. How easily she glided up and down his shaft, and how the slight pressure of her tongue rubbing heightened the pleasure all the more.

  She had long suspected that she were good at his, given the way she had used it in the past to get what she wanted out of men. Never before had the knowledge of how good she was tormented her so. She felt every fiber of Quentin’s being fighting against the skill of her mouth and tongue, against the silken heat of her cheeks and the tightness of her throat. To think, the last time they did this he forced her to take all of him. Fucked her throat without a care.Playfully of course, and never really against her will. Unlike now, as she swallowed his cock to the base. Last time she watched the delight on his face as she sucked, as she let him use her. Now she couldn’t bring herself to look, just feel the empathic tears forming in her own eyes as she moved faster down him.

  ***

  Linora shuddered as she watched it all play out before her. One finger dipped into the jar and sucked slowly, lingeringly, tapping into the immense rapture taking place before her. Kaydia was good at his, very good. Not merely the blow Job, though she was indeed incredible at that, but at the whole cruelty thing, and once she learned to actually embrace it all she would be truly terrifying. Linora found herself on her knees beside Kaydia, one hand rubbing her back, the other caressing her inner thigh.

  She watched up close as Quentin’s cock disappeared between those plump lips basking in the nirvana they both experienced and fought against. So she stoked the fires a bit, sliding fingers up Kaydia’s thigh until she reached that apex of soft heat. Metal fingers maneuvered around her panties and parted her lips, causing her to stumbling along the rhythm she had built up. For a few moments she just shuddered and moaned against the manhood buried in her mouth, lips trembling around the base of him. A second set of lips trembling around Linora’s fingers until fingers and mouth moved along the same pace.

  A few more strokes before Linora pulled out, slipping one finger soaked in Kaydia’s desire in her mouth. After slurping every last bit off her finger, she pulled Kaydia off of Quentin’s cock, thrusting an eager tongue into her mouth. The musk of Kaydia’s cunt on Linora’s tongue, and Quentin’s salty precum on Kaydia’s lips mixed in their kiss as both women savored one another. And then Kaydia was back to sucking Quentin off as Linora stood.

  ***

  The sudden presence of Linora –her heat mingling with Kaydia's warmth, her metallic fingers slick with Kaydia's arousal as they caressed his lips– was erotic agony. Even without the merakuya he'd have been able to smell both women's arousal, but with it their musk was a physical presence in the room. Kaydia's soft sighs and Linora's husky moans were like shouts, as were their elevated pulses and the soft hum of servos mingling with the wet sounds of Kaydia's sex. "Don't let him cum yet," Linora whispered, her attentions a chill black wind. "I want to hear him beg."

  Desperately Quentin screwed his eyes tight shut, trying to shut out the erotic vision of the two gorgeous women tangled together. But the sense of perception he'd learned at his master's bidding betrayed him, showing him his lover and his former lover through psionic, causing his blood to surge and his cock to harden painfully...

  ***

  "Did he ever tell you about us?" Linora whispered, lips caressing Kaydia's ear as a second dark metal finger plunged into her dripping slit. "About our first time?" Her teeth grazed Kaydia's earlobe as her thumb grazed the assassin's clit, and she opened her memories to the other woman.

  "We'd known each other for years," she whispered, "and we'd been assigned to assist in the Great Library." Teeth nipped at Kaydia's neck, and the callused heat of her flesh hand cupped and squeezed the softness of her breast.

  "It was hot in there, and both of us were stripped down to our undershirts. And I still remember how it clung to him, showing off those back muscles as he lifted boxes of data tapes, and I wanted to feel them." Her tongue played over the little bruise
she'd left on Kaydia's neck, and her fingers slipped in and out.

  "So I did, and he turned, and then... hell, I don't remember who kissed who first. But neither of us stopped at kissing..." Her memories played out as she half -turned Kaydia, tongue filling her mouth as her fingers thrust deep within her. Fevered sense-impressions of a younger Quentin, bare tattoo-less chest glistening with sweat in dim light filtering in from high windows. Of hesitant, desperate skin on skin as her back pressed against shelves and one leg hooked around lean buttocks. Of clumsy fumbling followed by a shocking sense of almost painful fullness as he filled her...

  "Fuck me," Linora pleaded, staring into Kaydia's eyes. Lust danced in her own dark orbs, lust fueled by memories and the delicious deceptive softness of the assassin. "Bend me over Quentin, and make me cum on him while he watches." Fingers slick with Kaydia's lust caressed her cheeks as she kissed the assassin with a fierce hunger. "Let him see how wrong the code is about desire..."

  Kaydia shuddered, climax gripping her mind, and Linora turned her attention on Quentin. She activated the chains that bound Quentin, slacking until he was on the ground. Then she forced him into a sitting position, cock throbbing up in unwilling desire, and slipped out of her clothing.

  ***

  Kaydia watched her disrobe, admiring her slender, athletic figure, admiring its movements and contortions as Linora positioned herself over Quentin. She watched Linora submerge him within her body, her slit swallowing his pulsing meat, soaking with desire. The sight caused her to lick her lips, moving to hand and knees to savor their intercourse. Her tongue slid along his shaft, collecting Linora’s lubrication until she reached Linora’s clit.

  Even more, She could feel the sex happening before her eyes. Feel through Linora’s mind how good Quentin felt within her, thickness pressing into all of her walls. Feel through Quentin’s mind, that silken grip tightening around his meat. Felt the shudder in both of their minds as her tongue teased them, as Linora’s pace faltered and Quentin buck involuntarily into her. Felt her own clit throbbing with ache as she licked and sucked at Linora’s.

  The empathic link she had shared and Quentin before same amplified as all three minds worked in concert, a confusing mass of paradise, even as reluctance and hesitation lingered. Linora fucking herself on Quentin, using him for her own delight as Kaydia used her tongue to send them both to even greater heights.

  “Are you going to cum, as I do?” Linora asked, but whether to Quentin or Kaydia, none could be entirely sure.

  ***

  Under normal circumstances, Quentin knew, he was... well, not stronger than Linora. Better trained and more disciplined, though. Normally, he could have fought her off. But there was nothing normal about these circumstances. Not when he had been fed a drug he associated with bliss, not when a woman he'd loved assaulted his mind with memories of their first time and the sensations of her own arousal.

  His eyes bulged and he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as Linora's slick walls slid over his engorged shaft, swallowing him whole. He gasped as she took his length with a single smooth thrust, the knowledge that he was being raped warring with the agonizing pleasure as her walls gripped his length and her juices flowed down his shaft. He gritted his teeth as he fought back the primal urge to fuck, to ease his torment by spilling his seed into her body.

  Kaydia's tongue traced his shaft and he cried out, hips arching involuntarily as he lifted Linora off the ground. Linora cried out as well, her own pleasure flooding his mind as her fingertips played hot and cool over his chest. He felt them tangle in Kaydia's hair as Linora spread herself wider to take more of his shaft and Kaydia's tongue, and he felt Kaydia throb as he tasted his meat and Linora's juices through her tongue. "Are you going to cum, as I do?" Linora breathed, arching her back and playing with her own nipples.

  "F... fu... fuck me," Quentin whimpered, eyes tearing as he begged Linora. Begged Kaydia. Begged both women.

  "I didn't hear you, Quentin," Linora answered with a feral grin of triumph. "What?"

  "Fuck. Me," Quentin snarled, shame at being raped, and rage at his rapist, and lust and the confused emotions pouring off both women warring in him. "Fuck me, you bitch!"

  In response, Linora pulled Kaydia away from her ministrations and devoured her lips, sucking all traces of mingled flavor from her lips. "Such a mouth on him, Scarlet," she murmured, holding herself still on Quentin's cock. "Why don't you ride his face, so we don't have to listen as we use him?"

  ***

  “No,” Kaydia murmured, pushing herself back against the wall.

  “Hmm?” Linora moaned, reaching out for Kaydia, not stopping her pace on Quentin. Kaydia could feel Linora’s impending orgasm, tightening within her own core. “You want to…ride him?” Linora moaned out, eyes wild and unfocused, “I’m almost there. Then you can have -ahhh- him!”

  “This isn’t…” Kaydia struggled with the words, struggled against her own longing, against the foreign lust and repulsion invading her mind. Memories of her own rape overlaid with Quentin’s as her heart pounded in her chest. “This isn’t right. Stop.”

  “He loves it. Listen to him beg for me,” Linora growled. She caressed his face in a mocking manner.

  “Stop!” Kaydia screamed, psionics pushing Linora into a far wall. The sudden impact contrasted greatly with the pleasure of her release, leaving her dizzy and confused for a moment. Kaydia took advantage of her disorientation, lunging at her, unleashing pent up rage and hurt in the form of fists. Pain cleared the haze that had filled Linora’s mind, driving her to defend herself against the unexpected turn of events.

  “Scarlet! Scarlet stop!” Linora reasoned with her, trying to remind her of who she was, who she really was, deep down. But the name only brought hatred, Kaydia bringing her hands down to strangle Linora.

  “That’s not my name! That’s not who I am!” Kaydia screamed at her, throttling her with both thumbs pushed into her larynx and with psionics. Linora drew on her own darkness now, to letting the pain of Kaydia’s betray fuel her rage. Kaydia flew into the opposite wall, impacting with enough force to drive the air from her lungs.

  “You are going to defend him? Really? You raped him too. You got wet on forcing yourself on him. You are just like me,” Linora accused, keeping Kaydia light headed with her own psionics choke. “Don’t fight it. Give in. No one can hurt Scarlet. Never again.”

  “I’m KAYDIA!” She screamed, louder the invisible pressure constricting her breathing. Purple lightning sparked from her finger tips, distracting Linora from her own psionic choke, forcing her to defend. Now, with both women drawing on powerful emotions to power their attacks, they were evenly matched. Unable to overcome Linora’s defenses, Kaydia turned her power towards Quentin, psionic electricity destroying the restraints that held him back.

  Escape

  Just as he was about to cum, Linora's amazing, unwelcome weight was hurled from him. Quentin grunted, eyes flying open as he tried to make sense out of what was going on as psionics raged in the room like a hurricane. Hate and anger and fear and self-loathing swirled and boiled, echoing the turmoil in his own mind to the point that he couldn't decide if it was without or within. And then blue-black lightning played over his skin, the burning pain scouring all thoughts of lust and arousal from his mind.

  But, he realized, his wrists and ankles were free.

  Drawing a deep breath, he quickly ran through the focusing exercises he'd learned as a youth. They helped, a little. Enough to let him focus and assess the situation. Fact: he was stark naked, with a rapidly dwindling hard-on. Fact: he could now move. Fact: Linora and Kaydia were both stark naked. Fact: they were lashing out at each other with raw hatred, the emotions mainfesting through psionics in brutal displays of psychokinetic power.

  Fact: both were distracted.

  He didn't waste time with anything fancy. Wrapping himself within a protective cloak of psionics, he rolled to his feet and charged. Linora saw him coming and lashed out, her telekinetic grip splashi
ng and sliding away from him as he drove his knee into her gut. She turned two shades of green as she folded over his blow, gagging and vomiting. His fist smashed into her ear, helping her crash into the ground, and he kicked her in the stomach. "Bitch!" he shouted, stomping on her head with each word. "I'll! Kill! You!"Her plasma blade lept into his hand as he screamed the word kill, igniting with a snap-hiss sound as he brought it up. Crimson light splashed the walls like blood, and burning hatred flickered across his features.

  The cell door opened, and two figures entered firing. Quentin twisted, self-defense overriding his need for vengeance. The blade swung and slashed, deflecting blaster bolts into walls and ceiling and floor.

  Kaydia pulled Linora up, pressing the pistol against her head, “Walk.”

  “You really think you are going to make it out of here alive?” Linora snickered.

  “No, I don’t think any of us are. I just want to deal as much damage to the Digital Sun as possible,” Kaydia explained, pushing Linora out into the hallway. Digital Sun thugs waited in the hallway, dozen of guns pointed in their direction.

  “Tell them to drop their weapons.”

  Linora scoffed, and sighed. “Drop you weapons,” she gritted out.

  Captured plasma blade thrumming in his hand, Quentin followed the two women past the confused guards. Turmoil raged through him. He wanted them, wanted them both. Wanted to murder them both. Wanted to fuck Linora's brains out, or chain her to a wall and make her watch as he fucked Kaydia. Wanted to attack, take his rage and shame out in an orgy of violence that would end with both women in sizzling chunks. Wanted to curl in a ball and just wish the world away.