Righteous Fury (To Protect and Service Book 2)

by Tracy St. John

  “I did okay up to a point, but he did hand me my ass. Let’s do it.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Kimi scowled ten minutes into the flight to Paatuun. She’d boarded Laaruu’s ship mere minutes after the medical facility of the space station had released her. The computer array and plug-in port had been installed in her brain two days prior—a freaky concept that left her squirming though she felt no different than before. She couldn’t stop fiddling with the plug-in at the base of her skull.

  She opened her mouth to complain about not being a super-cyborg. Sitting across from her, Laaruu held up his hand. “I swear, if you ask me where Sarah Connor is again, I’ll sedate you for the rest of the trip.”

  She snickered. “I’m getting bored with that joke myself. Seriously, I don’t feel any different. Didn’t Dr. Putz say I could download and access files today?”

  “His name is Dr. Puutziis, you awful creature.”

  “Fine, Dr. Puts-its. What was loaded in this thing to start with? When will I, uh, assimilate any of it?”

  “Recite the five columns of Paatiin society.”

  “Dignity above all else. Pride in oneself as a Paatiin. Honor, even if it means death. Self-sufficiency or self-destruction. Loyalty to our esteemed leaders.” Kimi recited the words without thinking about them. Her jaw dropped, and she stared at Laaruu in shock.

  He grinned. “Everything you should understand, the rules, decorum and practices of a slave are now in your computer matrix. It’s all second nature.”

  She touched the port with trembling fingers. “This is weird. I feel as if I’ve been brainwashed.”

  “No, just given access to new files, the same as any computer. The information retrieval is instantaneous.”

  “Holy fuck. What else?”

  She’d barely finished the question when Laaruu lunged at her. Her startled reaction was sublimated by her body going into immediate action. She dipped low and tried to sweep Laaruu’s leg. When he evaded by dancing out of reach, Kimi jumped to the end of the cramped cabin and set for his next attempt.

  He smirked. “Effortless, was it not? I bought you the top-of-the-line fighting package. You may thank me now.”

  “Shit! That was crazy!” She hugged herself with glee as Laaruu settled back in his seat. “This is so weird. But cool! But weird. I’m freaked out and loving it at once.”

  “You have the knowledge of over five hundred fighting masters of multiple disciplines. I may have gone overboard, but you have to be ready when you encounter Hanos again.”

  Kimi started to sit down and found she was too excited to do so. She paced instead. “I bet he’s got a top-of-the-line program installed too.”

  “No doubt.”

  “He must have quite a few fighters programmed to the gills as well.”

  “With hand-to-hand expertise, not to mention knives, blades of all kinds, and firearms. However, most are simply cannon fodder or mercenaries. They usually can’t afford upgrades, not like you have.”

  “So am I a war machine or just a bump in the road to him?”

  “Don’t get cocky, but don’t discount yourself, either. The fact you got free from him, even for only a few seconds, is impressive. You should have had no chance against him whatsoever.”

  “I relied heavily on the element of surprise, and Hanos’s attitude that I posed no threat.” Realizing the odds against her being alive at that moment put a damper on her excitement. She truly did owe Laaruu her life.

  “You have several tricks up your sleeve he’s not prepared for. I learned how your kind fights while I was on Earth. I look forward to using those skills against my enemies.”

  “Ah, the master became the student.” It didn’t sound as witty out loud as it had in her mind. Maybe she should ask for a humor program too.

  “During my free time on your planet, I studied many of your kind’s fighting techniques and added those to my own matrix.”

  “Let me guess—you have more programs than I do, and you’ll be more than happy to demonstrate if I don’t play nice with you.”

  “I don’t need extra programs to keep you in line. On your knees, slave.”

  Kimi was on the floor in an instant. She stared at Laaruu in horror. “You bastard.”

  “It’s for our mutual pleasure.”

  “Mutual, my butt.” Kimi attempted to force herself up to her feet and couldn’t move. “Damn you, let me loose!”

  Laaruu slid from his bench to kneel before her. “You will surrender to me.” He kissed her, his palms cupping her breasts. Kimi attempted to shove him away. Instead, she kissed him in return and pushed against his hands. She moaned as he stroked her sex, already wet in anticipation.

  The kiss ended and Laaruu licked his dripping fingers. “Do you continue to insist this is all for me? You enjoy being at my mercy, my darling.”

  She did. There was no denying his mastery lit her like a Christmas tree. “Shit. I’m so screwed.”

  “We’re getting to that. First, you’re due for a thorough spanking, don’t you think? A nice, ass-reddening spanking. Maybe a few smacks to that naughty pussy too.”

  She groaned as a spasm seized her cunt. He’d gotten to know her far too well.

  “I thought so. Face on the floor, rear in the air. Hold very still until I’m done.”

  His hand was firm, reminding Kimi of her elementary school principal’s wooden paddle. She’d gotten acquainted with that paddle on multiple occasions. She’d not adored it as she did Laaruu’s palm cracking loudly against her cheeks. She whimpered and quivered as he blistered her flesh, finding his order to hold still kept her from moving when the hurt began to overwhelm her. She sobbed his name when he punctuated the agony by smacking her cunt every few moments, sending gorgeous hurt into her core.

  “Naughty little slave, dripping on Master’s floor. How dare this hungry pussy enjoy punishment so much.” He paused to lick her juices from his fingers before continuing the chastisement.

  When he finished and opened his pants, allowing his swollen cock to spring free, Kimi moaned. “Please. Please.” She wriggled her stinging ass, not caring where he shoved his sex so long as he fucked her.

  “Please, what?” Laaruu took his position between her legs.

  “Fuck me hard.”

  “You can do better than that. Say it properly.”

  Kimi wasn’t sure if the inspiration was hers, or if it came from her computer program. The words spilled from her lips in a hectic rush, and she meant them. “Please fuck your slave’s pussy, Master. Or your slave’s ass. Whatever you wish, Master, I’m begging you to fuck me.”

  “Very good. That’s what Master was hoping to hear.”

  Laaruu shoved in, taking her cunt in a single, determined thrust. Kimi squalled with equal pain and ecstasy as he forced her to accommodate his generous length and girth. He gave her no opportunity to adjust, ramming his thickness deep, over and over. Though her body protested the harsh treatment, incredible friction rubbed where it felt best. Kimi pounded the floor with her fists, her cries going silent with breathlessness as exhilaration rose. Her sleeve tightened on him, and a thrill shot straight into her skull.

  He emptied her, pulling out and leaving her desperate. She squalled, an unlovely, desperate cry. An instant later, he spanked her again, both hands landing with cracking sounds on her upturned cheeks.

  “You accept what you are given. Accept it when I decide to withhold. No complaints!”

  She shrieked against the floor, from the pain of being denied orgasm and the ruthless discipline. Laaruu ended his chastisement with two slaps to her cunt. Torment soared, and her womanhood convulsed, ready to achieve completion from any kind of touch. Yet she held in place, not denying her master any of his rights to correct his slave.

  She refused to cringe when the flared tip of his cock pushed against her tighter opening. Kimi shuddered but voiced only moans as Laaruu shoved the taut aperture open, forcing it to yield to his desire. The hurt fed the confused sensation
s that insisted she find pleasure in being his.

  Heaven help her, she did enjoy it, even when the pain grew harsh. Her womanhood convulsed again as she imagined Laaruu watching his shaft pierce her.

  He buried himself deep, making her burn. “That’s better, slave,” he crooned, rocking back and forth, fucking her tight hole. “Push back. Show me how you love having your ass fucked by me.”

  She obeyed, shoving herself onto the swollen manhood without regard for her own comfort. She served him, greeting his thrusts with her own.

  Excitement grew to dizzying heights as Laaruu panted louder. He gripped her hips, forcing her to his groin. Her sex spasmed nonstop, gathering itself for climax though it was left empty and no caresses were granted to her pulsing clit. Kimi ached to touch herself, but she didn’t dare. Not without her master’s permission. She would not stroke herself to orgasm no matter how she wished to.

  Laaruu jerked her against himself, his rhythm failing. He hammered against her, his flesh beating a wild tattoo against hers. He was close, Kimi realized, on the brink. Her cunt clutched tight. Heat walloped her core, going molten, concentrating deep inside. She’d have sworn she was about to come too, but how could it be possible with no cock inside her, no contact with her clit? But damn it, she’d swear it was happening…

  “Oh yes. Here it comes. Here it comes. Yes!”

  His shaft jerked, flooding her with warmth that spilled down her legs. Then rapture filled her, a delicious starburst of pleasure that lit her from head to toe. Her breathy cries rose with Laaruu’s. She was coming for him, her body entirely enslaved to his, with no need for anything but his gratification.

  Afterward, they remained sprawled on the floor with Laaruu’s cock nestled in her. Kimi asked, “Did you make climaxing without direct contact part of my programming?”

  He chuckled. “No. I was surprised by that too. It’s said on Paatuun that there is no greater treasure than a slave who transforms the master’s passion into his or her own.”

  Kimi frowned. She wasn’t sure she liked achieving orgasm because she’d given Laaruu what he wanted. That was how it had happened though, wasn’t it? Giving him pleasure had granted hers.

  I am all kinds of fucked up, even without this asshole playing his games with my head.

  Laaruu sighed happily, stroking her breasts with the air of ownership. Kimi thought she should shift away, demonstrate she had no appreciation of the attitude. Yet something within her flickered and warmed, making her wet. The thought of being his to enjoy, however he pleased, brought a throbbing excitement to the fore.

  She stayed in place when he pinched and pulled her nipples. His. They are his to do with as he wishes. I am his to do with as he wishes.

  He must have been realizing the same thing, because he whispered, “I’m glad you decided to stay. We have far too much fun to not remain together.”

  “Oh, shut up. I hate it when you believe you have all the answers.” She hissed when he twisted her nipple, but remained in place.

  “You hate it when I’m right.”

  True, but she was damned well not going to admit it. Not even as she prayed he would fuck her again before they reached Paatuun.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Kimi stepped off the ship behind Laaruu, at last on Paatuun. She blinked in surprise at the pink-hued grass beneath her feet. Pretty. For a moment, she forgot to seethe over having to be naked in front of Laaruu’s master and friends.

  Worse than being nude was having to maintain a lowered gaze. Kimi counseled herself not to pout about it. It was a cheap price for being allowed to pursue Hanos and tear him a new one for what he’d done to her and other women. She’d be a slave if it meant the chance to rip his guts from his carcass.

  At least she didn’t have to look like Laaruu. Sure, he got to wear a nice belted robe, but the physique beneath it—well, she admitted to a stab of sympathy for him on that score.

  “Esteemed Saazeer” dictated that Laaruu be in an androgynous form. His masculine features had softened, making it difficult to discern whether Laaruu was male or female. The longer hair that sheeted to his waist failed to help. The hint of breasts tipped the balance a touch, but they were smaller than Kimi’s teacup bosom and his shoulders were broad, so Laaruu was neither truly male nor female.

  “Does it bother you?” she’d asked before the hatch had opened. She knew it wasn’t his preference.

  “I’m used to it,” had been his curt reply.

  A gentle breeze wafted the scent of flowers to Kimi. She inhaled appreciatively, tilting her face up to search for whatever blooms supplied such a gorgeous perfume. Her jaw dropped at the landscape around her.

  Beyond the pink plot of grass Laaruu had landed on was a sapphire ocean, foaming with waves. It stretched beneath a perfect aquamarine sky. Lush gardens with flowers of every conceivable size, shape, and color dotted Kimi’s surroundings. The manner in which the blooms sprayed in their manicured plots was akin to viewing fireworks on the ground. It was stunning.

  Polished white walkways ranged throughout the parcels, along which tall, robed figures glided. Over them soared the glass-walled, metal-ribbed buildings of Saazeer’s home compound, where Laaruu lived and worked with hundreds of other Paatiin. A sun roughly the shape of Earth’s star, and another winking small and distant, set the structures twinkling.

  “If you’ve had your fill of gawking, bow your head,” Laaruu muttered. “Esteemed Saazeer of Gliin, third in line to the throne of Paatuun, approaches.”

  Kimi ducked, quelling her dazzled response to her surroundings to note the figures closing in on them. She peeked up to take in Laaruu’s employer.

  He wore at least three layers of thin robes shaded green, blue, and a pink to match the grass he swept over. The clothing did not mask a lithe, powerful frame that spoke of strength. Long, luxurious tri-colored tresses of gold, copper, and silver swept to his waist, topped with an iridescent black crown that shimmered on an elegant brow.

  The features she noted in her quick glance made her heart stutter. Never had she viewed such incredible beauty in any living creature before. His features were masculine, but possessed a delicacy that elevated him to unearthly exquisiteness. His cheekbones were high and defined, his nose straight as an arrow, pointing down to plush lips. Kimi swallowed and hoped no one would notice the wetness between her legs.

  At least the storm-gray eyes warned her against lusting for such a creature. A single glance at those assured Kimi that Saazeer was as unmerciful as he was beautiful. In an instant, her mind declared that she wouldn’t want the man for a lover or an enemy.

  Saazeer and his entourage stopped before Laaruu. As Kimi’s “master” dipped a low bow, she sank to her knees and adopted the humiliating pose he’d insisted she’d have to take. Her legs splayed wide, and her hands came to rest, palms up, on her thighs.

  “Esteemed Saazeer. It is an honor to be greeted by you personally.”

  “I have missed you, my friend. Too many weeks have crawled past in your absence. I’m disappointed you refused a grander reception. After all these years of unwavering service, you deserve more than me merely welcoming you.” Saazeer’s tenor was as lovely as his face. Kimi restrained a shiver.

  “There is no greater honor than returning to your service.”

  “Thank you.” There was a pause as they moved close to each other. Kimi couldn’t be sure with her head tucked down, but she guessed they hugged. “Now, my curiosity about your darling has admittedly reached an unseemly level. Rise, girl. Let me have a look at the prize my favorite has won.”

  She climbed to her feet, fighting off a grimace. Prize, indeed.

  Saazeer’s long fingers rested under her chin, tipping her face up so that their gazes met. Her breath caught yet again at his perfection. Angels in heaven couldn’t hope to match him.

  The prince examined her minutely, and his lips curled in an expression of approval. “She is spectacular. But then, most of the Alt-Earth women I’ve seen are. Welcome,
Kimi.”

  The program loaded in her matrix spurred her automatic response. “You honor me, esteemed Saazeer. With my master’s leave, I hope to serve you in gratitude.”

  As she said the words, her mind growled, oh hell no. As astonishing as Saazeer appeared, she sensed he was a thousand times crueler than Laaruu at his worst. The clit stimulator would have been a mere warmup for this guy.

  Saazeer chuckled, as if he could discern the thoughts racing through her mind. “The upgrades are fully operational.”

  “I have found all her programs to function at optimal standards.” Laaruu licked his lips, as if nervous.

  “It’s a pity she had to be healed as well as enhanced. I assure you, lovely Kimi, the hurt you suffered from that monster Hanos will be avenged.”

  Her programming told her no response was necessary—discouraged it, in fact. However, she overrode it, though she allowed the function to use the proper, respectful speech the prince’s rank demanded.

  “It is this slave’s dearest wish, esteemed Saazeer, to be allowed to exact revenge myself. As you hold your servant Laaruu in such high regard, so I hope you’ll accord me a portion of that. Grant this lowly and undeserving creature’s petition.”

  Several of the other robed figures, whom Kimi hadn’t been able to acknowledge in the company of the overwhelming Saazeer, gasped. Laaruu slowly twisted to stare at her, his turquoise gaze wide.

  She’d overstepped, as usual. Same shit, different planet.

  “Ah, there it is. The Alt-Earth attitude and eagerness to speak.” Saazeer’s expression hadn’t changed, but his interest had sharpened.

  “A lamentable characteristic. If you’ll pardon her, she has endured recent trauma.” Laaruu barely spoke above a whisper.

  “I’ll not only pardon her—I’ll give her what she desires. First, she needs to meet with those who can inform her best of Hanos’s quirks and shortcomings.” Hurt flashed in Saazeer’s tone and expression. He released Kimi’s chin.