Tale of the Velvet Hand

The smoggy city of Doskvol lies on the shores of the Void Sea, ensconced behind its incredible lightning barriers for protection from the abominations - ghosts, devils, leviathans, all - that wander the broken, unlit world. Within the city, the people are crammed one atop another, as are the buildings and the crimes. The rich live high lives powered by electroplasmic technology, fueled by the blood of leviathans hunted for their natural power - the poor exist in squalor and misery, toiling to keep their masters' society running. It is a world where power is taken and held by , coin, or cunning, it is up to each person to make their own way in the world. In this world, only a scoundrel can rise up.

And three scoundrels have plans to do just that...

In a forgotten, abandoned tower in the wall that surrounds the oldest buildings of the city - the Charter Wall - Kristov grunts impatiently as he shoves his cock further into Satine's throat. The 20-year-old girl looks up at him, brown eyes watering, as he grips her mouse-brown hair. The waif is skinny - underfed, really - but she has lovely globular tits that sway and shudder as she chokes on his member, pink nipples enticingly erect.

"Come on, girl, can't you take it any deeper?" the tall, deceptively affable-looking man demands. He withdraws for just a moment to allow the girl to gasp for air, then shoves his cock back into her, getting a sputtering cough. Spittle flies from the edges of her mouth as he holds her down. "Some men are going to demand a meaningful facefuck, you know..." As she whimpers and taps on his thigh, he sighs and lets her go.

"Please, sir - if I could use my hands - " Satine says, coughing.

"No, and a stroke for you for asking." Moving lightning fast, Kristov seizes the slender cane leaning on the wall next to him and strikes the girl's round tits with it. She cries out, tears starting down her cheeks as a red mark rises across her breasts. "I'm trying to train you, here, not send you on vacation. You'll need to be ready to please a customer however they want. Why do you think I tied your hands?"

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir," Satine sniffles.

Kristov reaches out and grabs the dark-skinned girl kneeling a foot or so away by the hair, shoving Satine away with his foot. Dragging the second (also bound) girl forward, he pulls her mouth to his eager, throbbing cock. "Watch Noriel, here. She's a good cocksucker." As promised, the Severosi girl quickly swallows his rod up to the hilt, and Kristov closes his eyes in pleasure as he gently grips her tightly coiled black hair.

"You put so much drama into this, Thistle. It's fuckin' ridiculous," a dry voice says from the other side of the room. Kristov opens his eyes and squints at his partner in irritation. Dagger is sitting on a tumbled-down pile of masonry on the far side of the tower's floor, their third and final girl servicing him quietly but industriously. Both Dagger and the girl, Stella, are Tycherosi, though their demon-touched blood shows itself in different ways: he has feathers rather than hair on his head (and no hair anywhere else) and his hands are scaled and end in talons like a raptor's, while she has yellow eyes with vertically slit pupils, a long, faintly scaly tail, and a forked tongue. That forked tongue is currently playing gently with Dagger's hairless, uncannily slender and straight cock, the two halves of the fork gently wrapping around it in embrace as she licks up and down its length. Dagger hisses in pleasure and tilts his head back. "Stella's good. Ready to go, I'll tell you that."

"Noriel's got this down, too," Kristov admits. "Though we ought to test every possible skill. Still, I imagine it has something to do with their history...I bet the Lampblacks put you to heavy use, didn't they?" Noriel looks up at him, still slurping slowly up and down on his rod, and nods. "Yeah. You've probably had gallons of Lampblacks' cum blasted down your throat, eh?"

Noriel sucks him to the tip, then pops off. "Yessir. I'm glad there's only the three of you, truth be told." With a slight smile, she leans forward and begins gently suckling his balls, pulling first one, then the other into her mouth.

"Well - ungh! - well, you won't have to worry about that," Kristov says, unintentionally gripping her hair more firmly as a wave of pleasure washes through him. "Only three of us, and only two cocks among us. And besides, once we're done with evaluations we won't be using you except when we need to check on things. Never mix business and pleasure, I say."

"Oh, sure. You never do that," Dawn says. The third member proper of their gang - the last part of the triumvirate leadership - is leaning against one of the walls, watching the goings-on with a faint air of distaste. Tycherosi like Dagger and Stella, Dawn has medium-tan skin and unusual red hair. She dresses unusually for a woman, too, in a collared shirt, fitted leggings, and suspenders. But her most striking features are her demon-touched eyes: completely black, without even a hint of whites or irises. She sighs irritably as she watches the proceedings. "Aren't you two nearly done?"

"Patience," Dagger says snarkily. "Can't rush quality control."

Just then, there's a knock on the door. Dagger, Kristov, and Dawn all tense. Kristov instinctively holds Noriel still, not thinking about the fact that she's got his cock all the way down her throat. After just a second she starts to quiver and sputter, but then the second half of the gang's coded knock comes, and they relax. As Dawn crosses to the door and begins to pull back the various bolts keeping it closed, Kristov absentmindedly picks up the cane and strikes Noriel's buttocks with it. "That's for flinching."

As Dawn pulls the door open, a wave of enthusiasm comes bounding through in the form of a young Akorosi woman. Anya Helker is diminutive, with a pixie-ish face, black hair tied back in a bun, and intelligent dark eyes. She's clad, as she usually is, in a stylish fitted dress. "My friends, I have the most excellent news, I - oh! Well, I see I'm interrupting something."

"Not at all," Dagger says, stroking Stella's hair gently with one claw. "Just evaluating the girls' skills. Please come in."

"How is it going?" Anya asks curiously, trotting closer and plopping down on a large stone block that serves as a seat.

"Much to do," Kristov grumbles. "Two passable at oral pleasure, but the girl from the streets needs work."

"Really? She looks so yummy. Mind if I try out her tongue?"

"Be my guest," Dagger says.

"Satine, go serve Lady Anya," Kristov orders. The street girl blushes as Anya, quite unashamed, pulls her skirts up to her waist, baring her neatly trimmed black bush and pink pussy.

"I - I've never done that before, Mr. Thistle," Satine stammers. "And be - besides, aren't you supposed to...pay me?"

"Pay you? Only if you get to be decent at this. Otherwise no one'll pay you. And no one'll pay us, either. And there where will we be?" Kristov snaps. "You need the practice if you've never done it before. Go on, get." Satine awkwardly shuffles over to Anya on her knees, and tentatively leans forward to begin lapping at the other young woman's crotch.

"So, Anya? What brings you here? You said something about news?" Dawn asks impatiently.

"Hmmm? Oh! Yes," Anya says, clearly slightly distracted as she weaves her fingers gently into Satine's hair. "Yes, yes. Well, as you all know, I'm big fans of the Velvet Hand. I think you're all excellent - individually and as a collective. You've got a real eye for talent, too. Oooh! Yes. This one might not be a great cocksucker, but she has some good instincts with a pussy."

"Really? Interesting." Kristov says, filing a mental note away on Satine's skills.

"Yes, indeed." The noble young dilettante grins and flexes her hips slightly, grinding onto Satine's face. "Mmmm. But! That's not the point. The point is, you have some good talent here - " she gestures at the girls. "...and no good place to put it to work. Right? I know you were trying Ankhayat Park, but that didn't work out well, right?"

"We ran into some...trouble with the local security," Dagger says darkly.

"Exactly. Istandar Ankhayat's men, right? Wanted to keep the park 'proper,' by which of course they meant that you hadn't paid them off yet. Well, you could do that, of course - pay them off each month, on the first of the month, et cetera et cetera. But that seems foolish. After all, the park is open to the public, right? So I got to thinking...what if you just circumvent the guards entirely?"

"How do you mean?" Dawn asks, tucking a strand of her shoulder-length hair behind her ear.

"Well - oooh, she really is pretty good, Kris - well, the Istandar is holding a party in three days' time. In the park itself, as a matter of fact! Going to be a big do, with all sorts of people from the military, the nobility, and the up-jumped merchants there. Including yours truly, naturally."

"So what?" Kristov asks. He can feel the blood starting to pound in his ears slightly as Noriel continues to work his cock. He keeps one hand on her head, gently but firmly guiding her to maintain her rhythm.

"So, it's a perfect opportunity! Don't pay them - instead, get their boss to pay you! A connection's a great way to start a business. Get the Istandar a sample of your...'product'...and I'm sure he'll give you his blessing to operate in the park. The security goons'll have to listen! Mmmm. And if this is a sample, I have full confidence in this working!"

"You know..." Dagger's breath is starting to come more raggedly, and he pants slightly as Stella works his cock more energetically. "That's not a bad idea."

"Not at all," Dawn says with a little smile.

"Fuck! Yeah, let's do it. Thanks, Anya," Kristov grunts as he thrusts vigorously into Noriel's mouth. The Severosi girl opens wide and extends her tongue, patiently waiting as he starts to fuck her throat.

"Ooooh. No p-problem, friends. You know me - I'm always looking to help out someone with a - a creative - ideaaaa oh, sweet FLESH this is good!" Anya closes her eyes and grabs Satine's head with both hands, pulling her firmly against Anya's cunt as the noble girl climaxes, legs shaking slightly with her orgasm. She releases Satine as she falls back, panting slightly, and the other girl reels away, face shining with Anya's juices. Kristov grins.

"Come on, Dagger. I doubt Satine's been a cumrag before. We should give her the experience before someone tries to pay for it, eh?"

"Good plan."

Kristov thrusts one final time and pushes Noriel aside. Striding forward, he seizes Satine's hair and pulls her head back to tilt her face toward him, making her gasp. He holds her inches from his cock as he furiously jerks himself. Dagger stands and comes to join him over Satine, though he brings Stella along. The Tycherosi girl kneels behind him and begins to stroke him as well, wrapping her arm around his hip while she plants little kisses on his opposite leg. Kristov is the first to blow, and he groans as he shoots several ropes of hot, sticky cum onto Satine's face. Dagger follows just a moment after, letting out a hissed exhalation as he cums and splatters Satine's substantial tits. Kristov lets go of her hair and the bound Akorosi girl sags slightly, spunk dripping down her face and off her breasts as she pants.

"Hot. And fun!" Anya comments. She's rearranged her skirts while Dagger and Kristov were "working," and now stands, smoothing them out as though they were never otherwise. "Always a pleasure, gentlemen. Dawn. I'll see you at the party! Don't waste this chance." She gives them all a sunny smile and a wave, then starts to head for the exit. "And don't worry if this feels overwhelming, sweetie! You did great," she calls cheerily to Satine as she opens the door and lets herself out.

The Hand catch their breath - or at least, Dagger and Kristov do, while Dawn watches them languidly. "Right then," Kristov says after a moment. "We're going to this party, eh?"

"Sounds like it," Dawn says.

"I have some ideas for how to prepare," Dagger says with a smile.

"Right-o then. All agreed." Kristov squats down and twists Satine's face toward him. "So, Satine. You like your cumbath?" Mutely, the girl shakes her head. One of her eyes is still glued shut with spunk. "Well, sorry to hear that. You still want the job?"

"Yes, sir," Satine says hoarsely. "I - I need it." She hangs her head, ashamed.

"Good girl. Glad to have you on board. Don't worry, training'll be over soon!" As Kristov straightens up, he sees Dagger pulling his trousers back on. "Heading out?"

Dagger nods. "Like I said, got an idea. But feel free to carry on."

"As you command." Kristov grins. He holds a hand out to Dawn, and she mutely deposits a small, red pill in it. As he pops it in his mouth, he can feel himself swelling and growing again. He grins.

"Right then. Anal training next! Thinking poor Satine here likely needs the most. Stella, Noriel, you two get her on her back and hold her legs up near her head. And find something to stick in her mouth - I imagine this could get loud." Satine lets out a shuddering sigh, but complies, as Kristov cheerfully begins to spread lubricant on his dick. The rest of the evening should be productive, indeed.