Sunday’s Serving – To Protect and Service: Ravenous Virtue (WIP)

“Raven, you are free to move about on your own.”

Vendeen’s command loosened the hold on her body.  Raven thought about jumping up, maybe even kicking both of their asses, but she couldn’t muster the energy.  Like Daagiis, her body seemed to be in shock from the wild lovemaking.

Lovemaking?  No, nothing so sweet as that.  We had sex.  There was no love involved.

“Fatigued, little one?” Vendeen asked.  His expression was still relaxed, still lending extra beauty to his face.  It made Raven’s mouth go dry just to look at him.

He rose from her side and gently picked her up.  Cradling her lax body in his arms, Vendeen carried her into the connected bath facility.

It was certainly a lavish room with double sinks, a deep tub, and a huge glassed-in shower.   Everything was gleaming white, including the fixtures.  Vendeen took Raven straight to the shower, setting her on her feet.  She expected the tiled floor to be cold, but it radiated gentle warmth.  If there had been any tension left in her soles, it would have been soothed by the heated floor.  She nearly moaned in delight.

Daagiis had apparently re-discovered the ability to walk, because he joined them.  “Temperature setting, Vendeen custom, steady stream,” he said.

A delicious hot torrent of water poured down from the ceiling, drenching them within seconds.  Now Raven did moan, enjoying the feeling of flowing liquid warmth all over her body.

“Close your eyes, Raven.  Our cleansing agents aren’t geared to your biology and it will sting if it gets in.  Add soap, unscented.”

The water falling on Raven’s shoulders seemed to get heavier.  She kept her eyes shut.  Soap dispensed with the water ... well, that simplified bathing, didn’t it?

Coarse but careful hands worked her scalp, building a lather.  More hands bathed her body in slow circles.  Raven gasped a few times with how meticulous the men were as they bathed her.  Not one crease, crook, or cranny went unwashed.  It was actually a little embarrassing to be so scrupulously scrubbed.

“Water only.”

They rinsed her, still handling her as tenderly as fine china.  It was so nice to be treated kindly after all the revelations about what had happened to her.  Nearly shot to death, taken from her home, rebuilt with robotic parts, placed in servitude that included allowing men to enjoy her body...

The realization of her situation steamrolled over Raven.  She drew in a breath and released it in a sob.  One tear begat hundreds, and she was shuddering and bawling her eyes out with abrupt violence.

She somehow heard Daagiis’ voice over her cries.  “There it is.”

“I wondered when she’d let go.”  Vendeen pressed a kiss to her forehead, stroking her face.  “It’s a lot to come to terms with, and we are not the kindest of people, are we Raven?  Water off.”

She continued to blubber as they led her out of the shower and dried her off.  They wrapped her in a silky-soft robe that was much too big for her, but all the more comforting for its size.  Raven was unsure which of the two carried her back to the bed and laid her down, but they both crowded in to hold and comfort her as she wept uncontrollably.

Daagiis whispered in her ear, his voice a soothing warmth there.  “Cry it out.  Get as much of the shock out of your system as you can because we need you strong.”

Releasing end of August.