Ravenous Virtue

by Tracy St. John

  Vendeen said, “Completely against their will. Unlike you Raven, or those brought across by the Lurers, Hanos’ ‘recruits’ have no interest whatsoever in being brought here.”

  She kept as much of the scorn out of her voice as possible. “I still argue with your definition of ‘interest’ as it pertains to me coming here. However, if my people are being victimized this way, I’d very much like to help stop it.”

  Daagiis sounded genuinely pleased. “Good. Because we are going straight to the source in hopes of disrupting Hanos’ clandestine operations. It will be extremely dangerous. In fact, we probably won’t survive the attempt, though we’ll do our utmost to try.”

  Raven looked up at him, thinking it was probably safe to do so with a fellow servant. “I thought I was here to protect Vendeen, not take down criminal kingpins.”

  Daagiis nodded. “Vendeen’s safety is your paramount concern as we make the attempt to kill Hanos.”

  She frowned. “Kill? Without benefit of a trial?”

  Vendeen’s fingers reached out to stroke through her long curls. Raven contained a shiver at his touch. She had the crazy urge to lean into it, which made no sense at all. What the hell had they done to her head?

  Vendeen said, “A trial will bring all of the Corporation to its knees, an impossibility as we’ve already outlined to you. If we pursue him through the courts, Hanos might very well cease all production, investments, and the like just to demonstrate his company’s overreaching power. However, if he was to meet an untimely death under undetermined circumstances, the Corporation would continue on. Its reputation would remain blameless to the general population. Consumer confidence would not waver, employment would remain stable, and life would plod along as always.”

  Raven dared to look up at Vendeen. “I prefer swift and sure justice, but my main objection to this is that you are willing to execute him without due process. Without evidence.”

  He met her gaze. “I am the evidence, Raven.”

  “Excuse me?”

  Daagiis again added to the story. “Hanos killed Vendeen’s parents right in front of him when he was only eight years old. After that, he raised Vendeen as his own son.”

  “His heir,” Vendeen spat out. His restless fingers stilled in Raven’s hair. “He liked me for some reason only his mad mind can conceive of. I was forced to kill on his behalf, to hurt people as I had been hurt. He stole my soul, and every opportunity I’ve had to oppose him has brought it back, a little piece at a time.”

  Raven stared at him. She thought of the horror of such a life, to see one’s own parents killed in cold blood and then forced to live as their murderer’s son.

  She couldn’t help but find Vendeen utterly riveting. She was drawn by his tragic persona and the strength he displayed in trying to thwart the pain that would have destroyed so many others.

  Raven swallowed. She didn’t want to admire Vendeen. She didn’t want to feel understanding or sympathy for what had happened to him. Yet she couldn’t drag her gaze from his face.

  Trying to hide the rush of these unwelcome feelings, she said, “Holy shit. Let me guess … he’s tried to kill you for turning on him.”

  One side of Vendeen’s mouth twisted in a smile. “Every chance he gets.”

  Daagiis tossed his drink back and swallowed with a grimace. “That is who you are going to protect Vendeen against. I have been a warrior for many years, and even I can’t do it on my own.”

  Raven looked at the two men. “So what do I need to do first to prepare?”

  Vendeen’s gaze sharpened, and alarm coursed through her veins at the calculating smile he gave her. “We can get to that part soon enough. For now, I wish to become intimately familiar with you. Truth, Raven. Do you find me attractive?”

  “Yes.” She loosed a little scream of frustration. “Damn it! That’s doesn’t mean I want to have sex with you!”

  That half-smile of Vendeen’s twisted larger. “Can you imagine me touching all over your naked body; getting you aroused with my mouth, hands, tongue; making love to you, making you come?”

  As he spoke, the images his words suggested rolled through Raven’s head. A surge of pure lust lit her pussy. She was suddenly, blatantly wet.

  She tried to fight answering Vendeen’s question, but the damned collar-computer interface wouldn’t let her keep her mouth shut. “Yes. You son of a bitch, if you touch me—”

  “Quiet.” Vendeen’s smooth, deep voice cut her angry words off cleanly. He looked her up and down slowly, and Raven was aware her nipples were hard against the clinging fabric of her blouse.

  He smiled with satisfaction. “You have already been with Daagiis. Did he pleasure you? Were you happy with the way he fucked you?”

  “Yes!” Again, she screamed with rage. “But I thought he was my boyfriend!”

  “So what has you so excited right now?” Daagiis asked, his smile as gratified as Vendeen’s. “You’re aroused. Wet. I can smell it from here.”

  “I am not willing to do this part,” she snarled.

  The words she had come to dread passed Vendeen’s lips. “Speak only truth, Raven.”

  That brought a squeal of rage passing through her gritted teeth. Raven stared at him in impotent fury.

  Vendeen’s fingers traced lazily through her hair. “You may not pursue Taambaa unless you have sex with me and Daagiis in the fashion we prefer. I will let the bastard go free, as the Paatiin are out of my jurisdiction anyway. You will not be allowed to exact justice unless you have served us as befits one of your station – my least senior indentured servant. What is your answer?”

  Raven knew she was caught. She could refuse and keep her pussy out of bounds. Yet, the faces of all those women haunted her, and with or without Hanos’ patronage, Taambaa might very well go back for more to sell to the highest bidder. She could not let him do that.

  It was only sex, she tried to console herself. Prostitutes traded on their bodies all the time. At least Raven had what she felt was a noble reason to whore, one beyond mere survival. Once she got hold of Taambaa and made him pay, she could always escape.

  “Fine,” she muttered, hardly believing she was agreeing to fuck complete strangers. “Don’t expect me to enjoy it.”

  “We shall see. Stand, Raven,” Vendeen ordered. “Keep your hands behind your back.”

  She did so, climbing to her feet in a rush that had everything to do with helpless obedience. Unable to do anything else, she bared her teeth at him.

  The judge chuckled. “Widen your stance so that your legs are far apart. Now keep still.”

  Raven yelped as Vendeen tugged her leggings down, exposing her pussy to both men. His hand cupped her, and she was suddenly very aware of his touch, more so than she should have been. She looked down and gasped in shock. Her pubic hair was gone. How had she not noticed that before? Had she been so determined to get dressed as fast as possible that she somehow missed the fact her pussy was entirely bare?

  The shock went by the wayside as Vendeen stroked his fingers through her parted folds. Raven tried to wrench her arms forward, to pound the bastard’s head in with her fists. They remained laced at the small of her back however, and no amount of furious will was freeing them. Neither could she move her feet to get away from the golden-haired judge.

  She forgot she’d just agreed to this. “Get your fucking hands off me!” she shrieked.

  “My fucking hands?” Vendeen grinned, his look utterly cruel. The next moment a finger pressed, going inside Raven. He pushed in and out. “What about my fucking finger?”

  Raven tried to twist away to no avail. Vendeen curled his finger inside her as he stroked, rubbing against the bundle of nerves at the front of her sheath. She choked on her own spit as brutal arousal flared bright. She gushed honey on her tormentor’s hand.

  Vendeen’s eyebrows lifted. “You are very aroused,” he said softly. He added a second finger.

  To Raven’s mortification, her sex clamped eagerly around the driving finge
rs. She groaned at the sensation of not just being filled, but the heady friction Vendeen applied to her hot spot. She couldn’t stop the groan that fled her lips.

  The judge’s voice was so subtle, it almost seemed to be coming from inside her head. “Do you enjoy being dominated, Raven?”

  Her mind grabbed onto the memory of how Daagiis, disguised as Todd, had been so very strong with her. How he’d been forceful and how good it had made her feel to be with someone so demanding.

  Her voice sounded suspiciously like a whimper. “Yes. This is not fair, damn you.”

  “I believe we’ve covered how unfair life truly is, my pet. Take your top off.”

  At last her fingers unlocked, but only to do his bidding. At his next command, Raven finished removing her pants. Then she stood before Vendeen and Daagiis completely nude. At least Vendeen had stopped finger fucking her so she could take her clothes off.

  Both men looked her over with obvious appreciation. Raven felt moisture sliding down her inner thighs at their eager stares. Damn it, this couldn’t be happening!

  Vendeen sighed. “You are quite lovely. I am going to enjoy you very much.”

  His hands moved to touch her again, testing the weight of her breasts, tugging on her nipples until she gasped from the ache. Somehow though, the pain shivered down to her sex and became pleasure along the way.

  Stop responding to him! I cannot be wanting this!

  Vendeen massaged her breasts, testing their softness in his big, warm hands. “I am not a tender lover, Raven. I am quite rough, as Daagiis can attest to. But then again, so is he. We need someone who responds to strong use.”

  A blast of heat kindled in her belly at his words. Her pussy gushed in reaction. Raven’s mind recoiled in mortification at her body’s responses to him and the idea of his being harsh with her. What was wrong with her?

  She gritted her teeth as Vendeen rolled her nipples between fingers and thumbs, setting off a thunderclap of sheer want through her shaking body. Her voice grated as she said, “I do not want this.”

  Vendeen lifted an eyebrow. One hand released her breast to dive into the folds of her pussy, making her arch and cry out as a jolt of pleasure resounded through her. He withdrew his fingers to show Daagiis how soaked they were. He stuck them in his mouth and sucked the moisture from them with the air of a gourmand.

  “Tell me then, why are you so wet?” he asked.

  “Because I want it.” Raven gasped in horror to hear herself say it. No, that couldn’t be true, could it? Just because her body was responding to the stimulation didn’t mean she really wanted to fuck Vendeen – did it?

  Vendeen’s lopsided grin was back and more evil than before. “Do not fret, my lovely little Raven. We will most certainly give it to you. Go to the bed.”

  Raven’s legs turned her around and marched her right up to the side of the bed. At Vendeen’s command, she spun around and faced him and Daagiis. She couldn’t help but cringe as the pair stood over her.

  Her heart thundering madly, she choked, “Both of you?”

  Vendeen played with her breasts once more. “I share all with Daagiis. He is mine. As much as he wishes it was the other way around, that is the truth of it.”

  Daagiis gave him a narrowed glare. “Some day it will be you under my lash once more. You will kneel at my feet and call me master.”

  Vendeen answered the challenge with a cold stare. “Perhaps. For now I own you, and there’s not a damned thing you can do about it.”

  The men stared at each other. Raven sensed a struggle of wills happening. She wondered if it was possible to turn Daagiis against Vendeen enough to allow her to escape this sentence of servitude.

  Vendeen’s tone was unfeeling as he asked the other man, “Do you wish to have this out now, or shall we enjoy the lovely protector you acquired for me?”

  For a moment, Daagiis’ features twisted. Raven saw frustration, anger, and agony mixing in his expression. For all that, there was no sign of hatred. In fact, Daagiis looked at Vendeen with a kind of desperation that made her think of – love? Was that what put the tortured feeling in his golden eyes?

  The moment lasted barely a second before Daagiis turned his gaze on Raven. Her stomach executed a slow roll as the heat in his stare sought to sear her. A smile crept over his face. “Having already had a taste of this exquisite creature, I am definitely on the side of making love, not war.”

  “Good.” Vendeen also returned his attention to her. “Raven, you will remain quiet but for your moans and screams of pain and pleasure. No speaking. Lie down and spread yourself for our enjoyment.”

  Even as her thoughts stuttered over the word pain, she climbed up on the bed and lay before the two, her legs opened wide. She tried to scream denial, but no sound would leave her straining throat.

  Vendeen and Daagiis stripped quickly. Even as she fought to make her body obey her desperate need to run away, Raven could not help but look at the amazing bodies being revealed.

  Their identical one-piece uniforms peeled back from torsos and arms made of rippling muscle. Daagiis was a lithe dream of masculine beauty, his body streamlined like that of an Olympic swimmer. Muscles and tendons undulated with every movement, as sinuous as a serpent.

  Vendeen was thicker, a feast of muscularity with bronze skin enhancing the carved bulk of his body. Raven had seen her share of gym rats, men with bulging muscle that made them far too hulking to move well. While definitely a vision of sculptured mass, Vendeen had none of that fumbling stiffness that came from too much brawn. He made Raven think of a tiger: big and heavy, but fast and graceful. Imminently dangerous. A spasm of pure erotic want left her gasping.

  Boots came off next, then the men were stripping the bottoms of their clothing off. Raven knew she was staring in a way that was humiliating for them to see, but she couldn’t help it.

  Cocks, long and thick, curved from the gorgeous bodies. They were a matched pair, except for the metallic sheen of Vendeen’s. Thick shafts with veins stood out from crisp, curled hair; the changing chameleon hues of Daagiis’ brown, blond, and red on her left, Vendeen’s dark gold on the right. The flared heads were flushed with darker color than the rest of their skin.

  “That’s right. Have a good look, my darling,” Daagiis smiled, stroking his enthusiastic organ. “You will be feeling them inside very soon.”

  Raven’s mouth went dry even as her other end salivated in anticipation. They were going to fuck her with those big, hungry cocks. She was splayed wide open for them, without being able to defend herself from what was about to happen. Yet her body was eager for it, her pussy clenching with desire.

  I should be screaming. I should be terrified, rather than nervous and aroused. What has happened to me?

  “Look how wet she is, waiting for us,” Vendeen whispered. “Look at how hard her nipples are. I think you found a true submissive, Daagiis.”

  I am not a submissive. I am a strong, tough woman. Words Raven could only think, not say. Yet her body heated under their gazes and her innards coiled tight.

  Vendeen reached towards her. Raven instinctively tried to cringe, but her body remained still. He surprised her by not grabbing anything intimate. He didn’t even touch her breasts. Instead, the big man brushed her long, black curls back from her face. He gazed at her, his face going unexpectedly soft.

  “Have you ever seen such big, blue eyes, Daagiis?” he asked in a quiet voice. “They are amazing with that black hair.”

  “She is an astounding beauty,” the face-changer agreed. “The loveliest part of it is that I don’t believe she recognizes just how stunning she is.”

  Vendeen regarded Raven with a quizzical smile. “How can you not know you are beautiful, my servant?”

  She swallowed at the feeling in his voice. It was as if he didn’t see her as just a slave Daagiis had brought back. Not an object or tool for use, whether it be for sexual pleasure or his personal protection. He saw her as a person. A live being.

  It was in the
way he stroked her face. It was in his eyes. Okay, so he was claiming ownership. He was going to fuck her. But Vendeen also recognized her.

  Raven wasn’t sure that it should make her feel better about what was about to happen, but it did. It helped knowing she wasn’t just a pussy for him to shove his dick into.

  Daagiis also looked at her with what looked like genuine affection. Raven had the idea he wouldn’t have brought her to Vendeen if she didn’t mean something to him more than a protector. Hadn’t he cried over her as she lay dying? Again, it didn’t change the fact that he was getting ready to enjoy her body in a way more carnal than she was actually ready to offer him, but it made the coming activities not so awful.

  “Lovely,” Vendeen groaned, his touch moving from her face down her throat. His hand surrounded the slender column and the collar. His palm was warm, and Raven found herself straining against the order to be still, trying to arch her chin back to offer her throat.

  “I like seeing you wearing my collar,” he said. “I like that such a beautiful woman belongs to me.”

  Daagiis’ hand was just as warm as Vendeen’s. It swept over her breasts, making her nipples tighten. Wet warmth seeped from her sex as sensation zapped from his touch to her pussy. He trapped one hard tip between finger and thumb, rolling it in his grip. A moan escaped Raven’s throat as her guts tumbled with delight.

  Daagiis pinched, his hold becoming a vise. Pain sparked, chasing the more pleasant sensations to merge with them. A sound, too much like a whimper for Raven’s liking, tumbled from her lips. Daagiis’ gold eyes darkened.

  “A little hurt, my darling?” he chuckled. His other hand reached down, checking her splayed pussy. “And very, very wet. Do you remember how I spanked you in your apartment, Raven? How good it felt to be at my mercy? Here we are again.”

  Raven moaned throatily, knowing Vendeen could feel the vibration of it. She had enjoyed Daagiis’ firm hand, his control. It didn’t matter that she’d thought it was Todd being so strong with her. She’d responded to the power, not the man.