Daagiis’ tone held a warning. “Abnet, that’s enough. You will quiet yourself and deal with the cleansing.” He sighed and said, “It is my fault. I have not introduced them to such a thorough treatment before.”
Vendeen’s black eyes went towards his pretend master. There was no mistaking the threat in them. Veins stood out on his frozen muscles. He was enraged.
Raven noted one of her attendants also held an identical bottle, one he rubbed a gel on the neck of. He smiled nastily as he walked behind her, where she couldn’t see what he was doing.
An instant later, something prodded her asshole. Raven stiffened. The questing object slid in with careful slowness.
She looked over at Vendeen. His Paatiin attendant was putting the tapered neck of that bottle up his ass. What the fuck was going on?
The Paatiin behind her said, “Just relax. The liquid is warm and will clean you thoroughly. It will not hurt anything but your pride.”
Raven suddenly got what was happening. Her face flooded with heated embarrassment, and she nearly cursed Daagiis right then and there in front of everyone. The bastards were giving her an enema.
She felt the welling heat of fluid filling her ass. She groaned in humiliation, especially when the bottle was removed and gravity did its awful work of emptying her out into a bowl held beneath her.
Raven kept her eyes averted from Vendeen, knowing he was going through the same thing. She didn’t want to shame him any worse than he already was by witnessing his own embarrassing cleansing.
She thought being shot might have been an easier thing to bear.
When that bit of humiliation was finally over, the two Paatiin not arranging her hair poured a sweet-smelling oil out of a glass bottle into the palms of their hands. They rubbed it all over her body, missing nothing. The Paatiin paid close attention to every fold and crevice she possessed, especially the crack of her ass and her pussy. Raven couldn’t help but squeal at the attention, much to their undisguised delight. Daagiis seemed quite amused by the whole thing. Vendeen got similar treatment. Unlike the enema, he bore the rubdown much better than she.
Soft, moist cloths were used on Raven and Vendeen to wipe the oils off. Their skin gleamed softly, Vendeen’s more metallic-seeming than ever. He looked like a bronze statue rather than a flesh-and-blood man. Despite her discomfort at being handled so intimately by her attendants, Raven couldn’t help but put that unhappiness aside to admire the Gilothean. He truly was beautiful. It was no wonder they now handled him with near reverence, stroking and caressing him with more attention than cleaning off the oil demanded. He very obviously enjoyed the attention too, his cock standing at attention.
Daagiis emerged from his bath, and his attendants dried him. They set out a stool for him to sit upon. One began to artfully arrange his hair in a complicated pattern of braids while the other massaged his arms and shoulders. Daagiis’ eyes were half-lidded in quiet pleasure, a tiny smile playing about his lips. He looked as if he’d been born to such treatment. Perhaps he had been. If he’d once been betrothed to Saazeer, who was obviously some kind of royalty among the Paatiin, then Daagiis himself must have possessed some pedigree.
Raven’s attendants set a box next to one of her feet. All the rolling of her eyes downward wouldn’t give her a clear view of what it contained. When they opened it, she saw the gleam of metal at the bottom of her vision.
One attendant, a Paatiin whose body resembled Vendeen’s for its muscularity, stepped before Raven. With a devilish grin, he ducked his silver-haired head and seized one of her nipples in his mouth. Raven squealed, earning her laughter from everyone except Vendeen.
She absolutely hated not being able to move. She wanted to punch her attendant until his face couldn’t shift anymore.
Her fury lasted only a moment. The man turned out to be quite the accomplished tit-sucker. His tongue rolled around her nipple in such a way as to bring her senses alight. Ripples of pleasure rolled from the mound down to her belly, where it gathered in a warm ball.
Raven tried her best to ignore the tongue rubbing and lolling all over the stiffening tip of her breast. She did not want to be aroused. No damned way. Yet wetness seeped from her core, sliding down her inner thighs as her body responded to the suckling.
The Paatiin released her and smiled victoriously at the reddened and stiff nipple now jutting with decadent demand. He slipped a ring with a loop attached to it around the nipple and tightened it.
A spear of heady pain shot through her breast and Raven groaned. The Paatiin nodded with approval and bent his head to her other tit. More sucking and licking commenced, bringing pleasure to that orb. Raven tried not to enjoy it too much, reminding herself that in a few seconds that breast would be in as much torment as the first. But damn, that bastard’s mouth was good. Her pussy was warm, as if to beg the mouth to visit it as well.
He had the second nipple painfully ringed soon after. Raven took consolation in that the pain from the first clamp was fading, so the other one eventually would too.
Then the attendants began attaching fine draping gold chains to the loops on the nipple rings. Multi-colored jewels sparkled from these lengths, adding weight and pain to Raven’s breasts. As much as it hurt, she had to admit the effect was beautiful.
Booby bling, she thought, trying to find something – anything – amusing about the whole horrible affair. I wonder if this would become a status thing among the kids back on Earth.
A thicker gold chain was draped about her hips. Raven felt a moment’s relief that at least this decoration wasn’t painful until the matching gold chains with clips were added. The clips were attached to her pussy lips, holding her labia wide open. Then the Paatiin with the magic mouth and tongue put those to work on her clit.
Raven couldn’t help the cry that flew from her lips as the attendant kissed and stroked her eager nubbin. She poured juices as his tongue worked gently, luring her clit out from its hood to stand at rosy, swollen attention. Her entire body quaked, too damned excited to remain motionless whatever Daagiis’ tag might attempt to do. Eager need blazed through her pussy, begging the Paatiin, an absolute stranger and probably an asshole, to fulfill it.
Raven could have sobbed when the Paatiin released her hungry nub and placed another gold ring like the ones on her nipples around it, trapping it. This too was tightened, leaving it jutting in unabashed need and easily seen with her clipped-open pussy lips held out of the way.
The attendant looked towards Daagiis with a raised eyebrow. “For her pleasure only,” Daagiis said. “I do not share.”
All three attendants turned to Raven, bright grins on their faces. A throb of terror snaked through her trapped body, but it only seemed to feed the arousal that refused to leave.
The Paatiin who had been arranging her hair swept a portion of it back and up on top of her head. He left the back to trail down her spine. Then he reached around her torso. His fingertips tapped the reddened tip of one nipple, sending a sizzle straight from it to her trapped and throbbing clit. At the same time, another attendant tugged gently on one of the jeweled chains depending from her breasts. Raven felt actual hurt from that but, as pain often did with Vendeen and Daagiis, it twisted into something more scintillating than torment.
The Paatiin who had placed the rings on her naughty bits knelt down. Looking Raven in the eye with a salacious grin, he stuck his tongue out and approached her vulnerable clit. The anticipation of his touch had her moaning more than what the other two did to her tits. The tip of his tongue came nearer … nearer…
Contact.
Honey gushed from Raven’s pussy, actually dripping to the floor as a shock of heated need barreled from that light touch. Had she been able to move, she would have come up on her toes. Hell, she thought she might have gone right through the ceiling from the intense feelings.
The Paatiin at her feet chuckled and then plied his expertise over the engorged flesh. His tongue lolled all over Raven’s clit, like someone enjoying an ice cre
am cone on a hot day. She had no time to think before violent need stole her senses away.
A thunderclap shook her lower body, and brutal convulsions laid hold of her. The Paatiin kept the orgasms coming, taking advantage of Raven’s inability to move. She had no choice but to stand there absolutely still as tongues and fingers played, drawing paroxysms of agonizing ecstasy from her womb. Raven screamed until her voice went ragged.
It was only Daagiis’ command of “She’s had enough,” that stopped the ravishing. Raven gasped, her heart thundering and brain re-learning to think by small degrees.
“That was lovely to watch and hear,” Daagiis chuckled. “I do love the sound of her screams.”
While her overwrought body gradually recovered, the attendants resumed their ministrations to ready her for the night’s dinner. The tears streaming down her face were washed away and light makeup was carefully applied. More jewelry made of gold and sparkling gemstones adorned her ears and arms.
They placed a mirror before her. Raven couldn’t help but blink in surprise. Her skin had been made flawless. Her blue eyes seemed to be twice as big and bright what with the careful application of cosmetics and her hair pulled away from her face. Her lips were ruby fire, a shade too daring for her to have ever chosen. Her mouth looked amazing and seductive.
The forward part of her hair had been braided and coiled around the top of her head. Strands of pearls had been woven into the braid and diamond-like gems studded the arrangement until it looked as if she wore a crown. The rest of her curls cascaded down her back in a waterfall of spiraling ebony. She had to admit the Paatiin knew how to make a girl look breathtaking.
When the mirror was taken away, she saw that Daagiis had gotten to his feet. The top layer of his Saazeer-approved long golden hair had been set in tiny braids and adorned with gem-like beading. He wore his armored one piece now, over which complicated layers of robes in colors of silver, midnight blue, and black were placed. Strategically placed slits allowed him easy access to the collection of knives on his belt. A sash of deepest red was tied over the ensemble, placed just above his belt and carefully arranged so that it didn’t interfere with his ability to draw a weapon.
Raven’s breath caught to see Daagiis looking so stunning. He was all at once beautiful, regal, and lethal. A hunting tiger couldn’t have been more awe-inspiring.
Then she checked on Vendeen. The muzzle was an awful adornment, but his gold hair had been brushed and an oil applied until it shone more finely gold than the chains she wore. It required nothing more than that, its luster too amazing to be adorned or styled.
The Gilothean’s body had also been oiled to make it shine, the muscles all the more astounding. Accentuating the chiseled perfection of him was what he wore: a complicated collection of black leather straps that covered nothing. One circled his throat like a collar. More had been cinched just below his biceps, several on his forearms, one beneath his pecs, one about his waist, three on each thigh, and one on each ankle. The effect made him look remarkably vulnerable.
Vendeen’s erect penis had been placed inside a silvery metal cage-like contraption, which also cinched around his balls. At this moment one of the attendants was inserting an anal plug. As he set it inside Vendeen, he ground it in to make the Gilothean shudder. A pearl of pre-cum formed at the tip of his cock. One of the other attendants got his tongue between the bars enclosing the prick and licked the drop off with undisguised delight.
Daagiis looked from one to another of his ‘servants’. He almost sounded breathless. “Look at my darlings. Are they not beautiful?”
The attendants stepped back to look at their handiwork and murmured with agreement. Raven was much more interested in the way Daagiis continued to gaze at her and Vendeen. The adoration in his expression was profoundly poignant, and Raven’s heart stuttered to be looked at like that. No one had ever looked at her that way.
The attendants gathered their boxes and toiletries. As soon as they departed, Daagiis spoke in his own language, and Raven’s body was hers again. Vendeen was also released.
At first none of them said anything. They simply looked as if they’d never seen one another before.
At last Daagiis said, “You are both beautiful, you know. So much so that it makes my heart hurt.”
Vendeen looked over the gorgeously robed Paatiin and then Raven. Raven thought she heard a smile in the muffled voice that came from behind his muzzle. “Daagiis, I hope you will show your appreciation for our beauty after we get through this dinner as well as allowing us to show ours.”
The Gilothean seemed to shake himself. His shoulders squared and he added in the firmer tone Raven was used to, “And then maybe we can finally go hunting.”
The spell lifted as the three of them remembered what they had come to this place to do. Daagiis smiled grimly. “Absolutely. We need to strike quickly and get out of here before your real identity is discovered … and before Saazeer can screw our mission up.”
Raven looked down at herself, noting how dreadfully exposed she was. She really wanted to remove the clips holding her sex open for all to see. “The sooner we can get this over with, the better. I have never been so humiliated.”
Vendeen came over to her. Before she knew what he was about, he cupped her splayed pussy and then held up his hand to show her how wet she was. “Humiliated, huh? You’re turned on as well, I see.”
She scowled at him. “Fine, laugh. You look pretty damned miserable yourself.”
Daagiis still looked from one to the other, his smile softening once more. “I will treasure this memory for the rest of my life. Hopefully, I’ll have a long time to enjoy it.”
A knock at the door brought Raven and Vendeen to their knees in their appropriate spots behind Daagiis. Raven frowned. They’d assumed their positions a little too easily for her liking. However, there was no time to worry over that now.
Daagiis called, “Enter.”
Laaruu came in with four Paatiin at his back. His robes were black and dark green, which was all Raven could tell about his appearance since her head was bowed.
The head of Saazeer’s security said, “We are ready to go to the show and dinner.” That was followed by a slight pause, and then Laaruu said with obvious appreciation, “My, your pets are exquisite. If you ever wish to sell, I have fine properties I can guarantee you will enjoy.”
Daagiis reached back, his hand briefly warming the top of Raven’s head. “These are priceless to me, but thank you. Come, my darlings.”
Daagiis started for the door. Raven and Vendeen rose to their feet and followed him out into the corridor. The sentries fell into step, the one next to Raven walking far too close for her liking. She could practically feel the Paatiin guard’s panting breath on her exposed skin.
Feeling burning gazes all over her, Raven concentrated on breathing and looking out for trouble.
Chapter 19
The group moved down the halls. Raven’s sense of direction told her they were going back towards the exit where Daagiis had landed his small ship. She wished like hell they could board the damned thing and leave.
Abruptly all the doors lining the corridor opened. Many men, mostly Gilotheans, sprang out at them. They attacked the small group of Paatiin, Vendeen, and Raven.
She had only an instant to realize that some of the faces of the attackers had been among Hanos’ group of soldiers earlier that day. On the heels of that, she noted Daagiis was already in the midst of the fighting and too far away for her to grab any weapons from his belt.
The soldiers paid her little mind, shoving past her to get at the armed and battle-ready Paatiin. The fight had already turned bloody, though no one used the firearms they possessed. It was a knife fight and hand-to-hand battle, which gave Raven a real chance. Her programming clicked in and she went to work, tearing through the surprised soldiers who hadn’t expected a naked female to pose any problem.
Though Laaruu’s people had weapons, they were badly outnumbered and quickly be
ing overwhelmed. Raven cared little for them anyway. She had to get to Vendeen, who was being set on by half a dozen of Hanos’ men despite his obvious slave status.
As she fought her way towards him, shoving, kicking, and punching a path through the fighting, happy to see the damage she was doing with her robotic arm, Vendeen was overcome enough that one of the soldiers cut his muzzle off.
“It’s him!” someone shouted.
Raven saw a syringe hover over Vendeen’s shoulder, and she screamed fear and fury as it plunged down. The man holding it shot its contents into Vendeen. He collapsed.
The soldiers guns were out now, shooting and mowing down the blade-wielding Paatiin in a hurry. A slice of terror went through Raven for Daagiis’ sake, but her programming put Vendeen first and foremost. She renewed her fight to get through the clot of soldiers surrounding him.
The shooting stopped and she heard someone say, “Just as Hanos said. We’ve got him!”
Vendeen’s slack body was slung over one man’s shoulder. Leaving the mostly dead or injured Paatiin behind, Hanos’ soldiers took off with Raven’s master. They thundered at full speed down the corridor towards the building’s exit. Raven chased after them, her face twisted in a snarl. Not only was she desperate to reach Vendeen, but the weighted nipple clamps hurt like hell as she raced to get to him.
One soldier at the rear of the retreating group turned and threw a small black box down on the floor. Raven didn’t know if it was an explosive. In her desperation it didn’t matter. What mattered was catching Hanos’ men and getting Vendeen back.
The box was inches away when Raven ran straight into a wall she couldn’t see. She hit it hard, and it knocked her back several feet flat on her back. She lay dazed for less than a second before her programming kicked in and drove her to her feet. She walked back to where she’d been stopped, her hands extended. An invisible but solid wall greeted her fingertips and palms. The box had sent up some sort of force field.
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