“What of my authority over you?” Vendeen asked. He released her throat. Abruptly his hand clapped against the side of the breast Daagiis wasn’t handling with such callous attention. The slap stung more than it actually hurt, but pulsing heat rose from the strike. Raven yelped.
Daagiis withdrew his hand from her pussy and showed Vendeen the dripping wetness. “She enjoys your control.”
It was humiliating for them to see such blatant proof that she had strange urges, urges she didn’t understand herself. Unfortunately, she couldn’t seem to calm her body. She was responding to the harsher play and they could see it. Fear of how far they might take it was taking hold … and making her even more aroused.
Vendeen bent down to seize one breast in his mouth. He suckled hard, causing equal parts torment and pleasure, then withdrew. The Gilothean dragged his teeth along her soft flesh, leaving reddened stripes behind. Then he gave the rigid tip as sweet a kiss as Todd had ever bestowed on her. Last, he slapped the breast as he had before, bringing warmth to the throbbing mound.
“You will come screaming for me,” he told her before delivering the same exciting abuse to the other breast.
Raven shuddered. She wanted to believe she’d never experience the ultimate enjoyment from this man’s rough play, but thrills chased through her belly.
Daagiis’ fingers once more fondled her sex, investigating the folds with a gentle touch that confused her hyper-alert senses. She was definitely keyed up, waiting for the next twinge of pain or stinging slap. Vendeen lapped at her nipples now, the silk of his tongue matching the tenderness of Daagiis’ caresses. He moved from one to the other, swirling wetness over the tight nubs, stroking them with those marvelously calloused hands.
Daagiis stroked over her clit, galvanizing Raven’s reactions. She warbled a cry as lightning shot from his touch all the way up her spine. Her pussy spasmed. Vendeen slapped her breast, and her sex convulsed again. Her body felt superheated, and every contact was intense and stirring.
“I have something special for you, my servant,” Vendeen said, his black eyes hooding with pleasure as he watched her face and heard her growing moans. He turned to the bed’s headboard and pressed his thumb over the naked breast of one of the carved, cavorting women. A deep drawer slid out, and he withdrew what looked like a small flesh-colored rubber penis with a bulb just above its wide base. He also took out a tube, which he opened and squeezed into his palm. Clear gel squirted out. Vendeen replaced the top and set the tube back in the drawer. He slicked up the dildo.
Raven wasn’t impressed with his choice of toys. It was quite small compared to the two men before her. She didn’t even think it vibrated. At least it wouldn’t hurt, she decided. That was a plus, given how these two liked to play so rough.
Vendeen knelt between her wide-open legs. Daagiis continued to fondle her sex, smearing her honey all over, sending rippling bliss through her womb. Raven decided having something inside, even the small dildo, would be good after all. She was aroused and feeling terribly empty.
With his devilish half-smile, Vendeen lowered the dildo. Instead of feeling the toy prodding at her needy pussy, its slippery tip settled against her anus.
“Push against it,” Vendeen told her.
Raven’s eyes went wide. Her sphincter muscles drew tight against the would-be invader, desperately trying to block its entrance. No. He didn’t dare put something in there. He didn’t dare.
Vendeen’s eyebrow cocked at her obvious fear. “Ah, an ass virgin. How sweet. You didn’t tell me I’d be her first, Daagiis.”
“I like to surprise you.”
Vendeen’s full grin appeared, giving him the aspect of a shark. He told Raven, “You need to be stretched, my dear. The next thing going up your pretty ass will be my cock, so I suggest you allow me to start you easy.”
Raven tried to scream at him, but the order that she would make only sounds of pleasure or pain stifled her response. She didn’t want to be the sex slave of these men, and she definitely did not want to be ass-fucked. However, she could not make the denial she was desperate to utter.
“I am doing it whether you like it or not,” Vendeen warned her. “Push against the plug or you will be more miserable than is necessary.”
The bastard would pay, Raven decided. Collar or not, under his control or not, somehow she would make him pay. But that was in the future, and she had no choice in the here and now. She pushed against the pressure at her anus.
Her backside opened, allowing the slick dildo easy passage. She was startled that there was no pain. It felt strange, but not terrible. In fact, as Vendeen pressed it deep, it felt kind of … exciting.
There was an ache when he got to the bulbous part near the base of the thing. “Push harder,” he said.
Thinking words that would have peeled paint if they’d escaped her mouth, Raven obeyed. The round ball popped into her ass, and Vendeen left it wedged there.
She felt full. Now that the widest part was past the tight ring of sphincter muscles, it was once more not uncomfortable. It was definitely strange, however. The stretch burned a little, and the heat seemed to seep from her ass to her pussy.
Damn it, I am not going to find this arousing! I refuse!
Vendeen kept his eyes riveted on her, obviously interested in her reaction to having something wedged in her ass. After a moment he chuckled.
“What next?” he wondered out loud, returning to the open drawer to rummage in its contents.
Raven watched him with mingled fear, lust, and loathing. She was aware of Daagiis’ gaze on her face, his own expression amused as he waited to see her response to whatever Vendeen decided to use next. She refused to look back at the face-changer. It was all his fault she was in this mess. He’d pay for her humiliation too.
Vendeen brought out what looked like a couple of metal alligator clips, minus the teeth. The clamp parts had soft, clear sleeves over them. Raven could think of only one place those might go, and she shuddered all over.
The bronze-skinned alien grinned at her. He plucked gently at one of her still erect nipples, sending delight spearing through her. Vendeen bent to it, tenderly licking and sucking, making it as hard and eager as he could. When he had it engorged and red, he backed off. He put one of the clips on the swollen bud.
It wasn’t much worse than a light pinch. Heck, they’d done worse to her with their fingers. But it did bring extra thrills to her body, making her groan throatily.
“Hmm, not bad,” Vendeen said. “A little more tension though, I think.”
He made an adjustment, and actual pain speared through Raven’s breast. She cried out.
“Yes, yes, I know. Give it a moment, my servant. The endorphins will kick in rather quickly and you’ll adjust to it.”
Raven panted. Adjust to it? Was the sadistic shit crazy? But even as the talon of agony pulsed through her, it did seem to lessen with each passing moment until it no longer owned her every thought. It wasn’t comfortable by any means, but she didn’t feel like her nipple was being pinched off anymore either.
Vendeen waved the other clamp before her eyes. Raven insides twisted to see it. She desperately fought to shout a protest, but her throat locked up, refusing to utter a sound.
With a grin, he attached the second pincer to her other nipple. Again he adjusted the tightness until she yelped in bright agony.
As she lay there helpless against the torment, Daagiis again checked her folds. “Wetter than ever,” he reported. “Either she likes pain or the inability to resist. Or maybe both?”
Raven wanted to deny his evaluation, but her pussy was throbbing with want more than ever. Humiliation burned more fiercely than her poor trapped nipples.
“How delightful,” Vendeen said. His expression registered approval, and Raven felt a surge of pleasure.
Why? Why am I glad I’m making him happy? What is this damned collar doing to me?
Her reaction to her captor’s satisfaction was the most humiliating part of this
entire experience.
“Now. One more thing to try, I believe,” Vendeen mused after her moans had tapered off to loud gasps.
Raven watched him rifle through the drawer’s contents with overwhelming dread. She didn’t think she could take anymore. She’d go insane. She’d lose her fucking mind. It had to stop.
Yet her body still remained in place, her arms stretched over her head, her legs bent and flung wide, her tits in clamps and an anal plug filling her ass. She couldn’t escape. She could only endure this nightmare in which her body delighted in every excruciating debasement Vendeen visited upon it.
He drew out a thick, padded blue cylinder with a black handle that fit in his big hand. His thumb touched a button and it hummed.
A vibrator. Not like any she’d seen on Earth, but there was no doubt in Raven’s mind that was what Vendeen was bringing towards her trembling pussy.
“Remain absolutely still,” he told her. He lowered the tip of the instrument, aiming for her engorged clit.
Raven already couldn’t move, but she felt additional heaviness weigh her body down. All she could do was watch as the vibrator bore down on her.
The toy touched her clit, its thrum quivering the erect button. Brutal elation shot through Raven’s pussy, filling her womb to bursting with pleasure. She shrieked in reaction, and the vibrator moved away.
“My, my,” Vendeen chuckled. He traded grins with Daagiis. “She is a sensitive little thing. I’m going to have to turn the intensity down.”
He touched the button again, and the vibrator quieted a little. “Let’s see how this feels,” he said.
The instrument lowered to Raven’s pussy once more. Now the pleasure broke through her in sweeping waves, slowly climbing higher. She moaned in reaction, feeling the sweet pulses in every cell of her body. At the same time, she was excruciatingly aware of Vendeen and Daagiis watching her, their gazes flicking from her face to her sex as she voiced the growing rapture of arousal.
“Not a bit inhibited,” Daagiis said. He tugged on one nipple, sending darts of pain that somehow turned to pleasure, adding to the heat in Raven’s belly. She groaned with need.
“And quite ready to explore the more intense sensations too few can properly appreciate,” Vendeen agreed. He rubbed the vibrator over her clit, making her insides coil tight. “Bondage, pain, and sensual torment. You did do well capturing her, my servant.”
Raven was losing the thread of their conversation. Daagiis continued to play with her imprisoned nipples as Vendeen moved the vibrator against her eager flesh. Pain and pleasure swirled together, clenching her insides until climax appeared on the horizon. It stole towards her, coming closer with each passing second until Raven shook all over. The sensations were brighter, sharper now, drawing towards culmination. Her body opened to the ecstatic release, needing only a few more seconds to realize it. Nearer … nearer … right on the brink now … condensing into one tiny spark ready to explode wide…
The glorious vibration against her clit disappeared, leaving Raven teetering on the edge of culmination. She reached desperately for orgasm, willing it to take her. Instead, it receded, leaving her aching and empty.
Raven sobbed with loss, her gaze finding Vendeen. He wasn’t even looking at her. Instead, he faced Daagiis. After a moment, Raven realized they were having a conversation about work, of all things. They stood there discussing the merits of allowing the execution of convicted murderers at the hands of victims’ families while she suffered. The still humming vibrator drifted slightly above Raven’s swollen, red clit, as if Vendeen had accidentally let it lose contact.
Raven did not for one second believe he’d left her on the verge of climax by mistake. The man was sadistic to the extreme.
She tried to scream her frustration. All she could manage were sobs of loss. She strained to move her hips up so she could regain just enough contact to reach nirvana. Her hips remained stubbornly weighted to the bed’s surface. She could not claim the orgasm her body clamored for.
Raven had never known such need. Daagiis’ continued stroking, pinching, and tugging at her nipples, while painful, only increased the desperation to come. Yet she was forced to lay still, open and waiting for attention that might never be resumed.
She struggled for control. Her moans told Vendeen how he’d gotten to her, and that wasn’t acceptable. Raven was determined to give him as little evidence of control as possible. The sounds she made were definitely of the pleading variety, and she made herself stop. Even when Daagiis pinched hard, she made no sound.
A little at a time her pulse slowed. Her breathing regained a more regular rhythm despite the ache in her pussy. A bit at a time, the awful, desperate need to come receded.
Just as she was beginning to think she was going to be all right, Vendeen lowered the vibrator to her clit once more. Blistering arousal burst through her intimate flesh and Raven howled with agonized elation. All thoughts of resistance, of hiding the brutal need riding her body, disappeared. All that existed was the rising tide of pleasure. Orgasm was closing in once more, leaving her emitting high-pitched cries that grew louder with every breath.
The vibrator shifted and rubbed, demanding her surrender. Raven submitted, wanting only to reach the promised nirvana. It was nearly there, tightening her insides, drawing taut. Here it was, she was teetering on the edge, ready to go over…
The vibrator was taken away once more.
Tears filled Raven’s eyes and spilled out the corners. She’d never known arousal could hurt, but it did. Her thwarted sex ached like a rotting tooth in the wake of the near climax. And still Vendeen and Daagiis conversed as if she wasn’t even there, but for the face-changer’s insistent hands that continued to bring painful pleasure to her clamped nipples.
Raven’s body shook violently, the epicenter of a human earthquake. She couldn’t stop the tears flowing from her eyes, nor the harsh sobs spilling from her throat. Right now she would have welcomed Vendeen shoving his thick cock in her, just to send her over the edge and relieve the torment. If she’d had a voice, she would have begged for it.
Her pride was slow to return this time. The moment it did, the very second she had regained control over herself once more, the vibrator pressed to her flesh again as if to punish her for it.
Raven’s mouth opened wide to scream. Her body went rigid as it battled to gain release quickly before Vendeen could refuse her again. She strained with all she had to find gratification, to relieve the now torturous demand. Yet again she was denied.
Raven lost track of how long the hellish desire tortured her. Vendeen always knew the exact moment to refuse her and when she had recovered enough to resume the assault on her clit. After a while, her mind no longer registered anything but the moments of excruciating stimulation intercut with aching need.
At some point she became aware that the vibrator had not touched her for some time. Her vision hazy, she looked at Vendeen and discovered he and Daagiis had changed positions. Daagiis was now standing a few feet away, watching her with a sly grin on his face. Vendeen knelt between her legs. The vibrator was nowhere to be seen.
“There you are,” he said. “Enjoying yourself?”
She couldn’t answer, and it was a good thing. Even better that she couldn’t jump up and choke the bastard. Raven had no idea what the penalty for killing a supreme judge was.
Now, looking at Vendeen as he stroked his erection, her mouth went dry and all thoughts dried up as well. He was about to fuck her. Excitement and terror warred for supremacy.
“Yes, I’m very ready myself,” Vendeen said, as if they’d been carrying on a conversation. “Perhaps a little too ready. I’d better make sure I can last long enough to enjoy you properly.”
He showed her a gold ring. It was too big for his fingers. He pulled on it so that it separated into two pieces, a half circle in each hand. Then he surrounded the base of his cock with them, sliding them back together to fit snugly.
“There. Now I can play with you
for as long as I wish,” Vendeen said. His black eyes were half-lidded in anticipatory pleasure.
The bronze godlike bastard leaned over her, one hand next to her upraised arm, supporting him as he used the other to position his cock at her pussy entrance. His long golden hair spilled to curtain around Raven’s head.
She tried to force herself to relax. She’d resigned herself to sex with Vendeen and Daagiis. Hell, her body burned for it, not that she’d admit it willingly. They’d fucking better deliver Wills … Taambaa … like they’d said.
The hot, weeping crown of Vendeen’s cock burrowed against her pussy. It pushed against her, slowly spreading her, making her accept it. He was big, and Raven thought if she’d been any less wet she wouldn’t have been able to take him.
But she was soaked with flowing juices as she’d never been before. The broad cockhead eased into her passage, aching a little as it filled her. Vendeen watched her, his lips parted, his breath coming quickly.
“Tight,” he breathed. “So very snug. To think your ass will be tighter still. Thank Creation I put that cockring on.”
The mention of him shoving that big cock up her ass made Raven tense. Damn, he made her pussy ache. What kind of hell would it be to have that thing in her rear?
Vendeen shifted just the smallest bit, but it was enough to make her terror of what was yet to come flee. As he moved deeper inside, he’d found the cluster of nerves at the front of her sheath. The surge of passion from her G-spot was almost violent in its intensity as he pressed against it.
Raven’s mouth dropped open and she cried out, her voice ringing in the purest note of pleasure she’d ever uttered. She’d never been so full with contact so strong. It was then she remembered the anal plug that was still inside her. No wonder the friction was so incredible.
Vendeen didn’t shove brutally, but he didn’t waste time burying his cock all the way either. Raven moaned again as his cockhead found contact with her cervix. The pleasure was almost overwhelming as her sex jolted with renewed fire.
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