Breaking Brandi (4 page)

She was done, thank you very much, and ready
to get up.

Apparently, she was right and they didn’t
notice she’d had a little climax.

Or they didn’t care because it wasn’t her
pleasure they were interested in?

Her embarrassment and emotional discomfort
increased, prompted by guilt that she’d enjoyed something she
thought—knew—she shouldn’t have.

Because she hadn’t consented to this.

But then again, it wasn’t likely these
aliens had ever heard about ‘no means no’ or would care if they
had.

The sucking continued unabated and
annoyingly. The sense of irritation about being stimulated when she
wasn’t interested grew for a short time—until she felt like
screaming and possibly killing something with her teeth and bare
hands—and then she felt her body burgeoning toward another
climax.

She hadn’t expected that.

She wasn’t particularly happy to find that
to be the case—not at first anyway. After a time, despite her
reluctance, she began to feel anticipation growing in her
belly.

When the dam ruptured that time, it was hard
enough to make her suck her breath in sharply.

It was not a mere explosion of release that
sent a few waves of spasms through her. It showed no sign of an
end. Instead, it seemed to grow harder for many moments, drawn out
by the relentless sucking on her tender erogenous flesh. In moments
she found herself struggling to keep her gasps contained. And still
she was wracked with the pleasure until she began trying to
struggle to evade the mouths.

She discovered then that she’d been so
firmly secured that she couldn’t do anything but jerk and that
availed her nothing at all. The sucking continued until she was
nearly mindless with the jolt after jolt of pleasure washing
through her, until she could not longer restrain herself at all and
began to utter sharp cries.

Finally, thankfully, her body simply reached
a surfeit and ceased to spasm.

Unfortunately, she discovered that wasn’t
the end of her torment. The sucking persisted as if they were still
trying to wring pleasure from her. And since it didn’t stop, the
pleasure didn’t cease to flow through her. Her nerve endings began
to feel fried and yet she didn’t achieve the numbness she’d
expected, hoped for, when the stimulation persisted. The heat
continued to throb dully through her and in all too short a time,
her body began to coil toward another release.

Dread invaded her that time. She’d never
climaxed so hard or so long before in her life and it was as
debilitating as it was pleasurable. She wasn’t certain her heart
could take another without bursting.

Was that the plan, she thought a little
wildly, to make her come until she died from pleasure?

It began to seem that way. Her third climax
was harder and longer than either of the first two—but that
signaled a trend that Brandi was vaguely worried about. Vaguely
because she was semi-comatose by the time her body ceased to
convulse with the third climax.

For a handful of moments, she was so
inundated with the throbbing heat from a horrendous climax that she
lost awareness of the mouths, but even as that dawned on her she
realized they hadn’t let her go. They were still firmly attached,
still pulling in a way that her body responded to with
pleasure.

A fleshy rod was forced into her channel
abruptly enough to completely divert her from the pull of the
mouths for many moments, but even as it began a pounding rhythm
that threatened to buckle her spine, fire seemed to erupt from her
belly from the lava spilling through her veins. She was so wracked
by hard contractions of ecstasy that she began to scream and kept
screaming until she was hoarse.

They had a solution for that, she discovered
when that rod was removed and another, larger one, thrust inside of
her. Her jaws were pried open and a second cock penetrated her
mouth.

She should have been reluctant, repulsed.
Instead, the heat boiling her alive had so scrambled her brains
that she latched onto the dick and sucked for all she was worth, as
if she could pull sustenance from it—as if it was a lifeline she
needed.

Thereafter she was double teamed. She wove
in and out of semi-consciousness, never fully aware or immune
because she was unconscious. But she was fairly convinced every
priest in the temple had fucked her before they were done and left
her to sink into complete oblivion.

She was unshackled at some point and carried
to another place and dropped onto something vaguely like a
mattress.

When she awoke, she felt like someone had
beaten her half to death. Even breathing hurt.

If she hadn’t been so near dead, she felt
sure that sheer terror would have enveloped her and she might even
have died of it when the priests entered the room and lifted her
from the pallet she’d slept on. She was in no shape to feel a great
deal, however, beyond relief when she discovered that they’d taken
her to the pool.

Maybe this time they would drown her and be
done with it?

They didn’t. They bathed every inch of her
tortured flesh despite her weak cries whenever they touched
particularly sensitive areas.

When they’d dried her, she discovered that
the Tank had come to collect her. He manacled one hand around her
upper arm. She managed a few painful, shuffling steps and her knees
buckled. He caught her, preventing her from hitting the floor, and
then swung her into his arms so that she was resting against his
chest.

Brandi was surprised but grateful.

Until she remembered
he
was the one
who’d brought her!

What she didn’t understand was why.

Had he been one of those who’d lined up to
fuck her to death the night before? Or the only one?

She dismissed that. She might’ve been nearly
comatose but the sizes of the dicks were definitely different.
Well, she didn’t know that they
all
were, but there’d been a
couple big enough to make it clear it wasn’t the same man/male
wielding that particular sword.

The sad thing was that, as angry as she was
with him, she was too weak from her ordeal to hold herself away
from him. When he settled in the saddle with her, he cradled her
against his hard chest and belly and she simply slumped against him
like a rag doll.

Chapter Three

Brandi was certain they couldn’t have been
traveling long when Tank pulled the beast to a stop, even though
she’d promptly dozed off as soon as she’d settled, because she
still felt as if she hadn’t slept more than a few minutes.

She discovered once she’d managed to focus
her eyes and look around, though, that there was no sign of the
temple and the terrain looked entirely different.

There was a pool of water in a rock basin
not far from where he’d halted the beast.

He dismounted with her clutched against his
chest, strode to the pool and dropped her in.

Brandi let out a shriek and commenced
gyrating like a cat trying to manipulate its body to land on its
feet. She only had time for a couple of gyrations, however, before
she hit the water and went under.

She didn’t know what was more
startling—being dunked at all after being rudely awakened or the
fact that the water was heated to the point that she thought for a
few moments that she would be cooked alive.

When she managed to struggle back to the
surface, it was in time to get a full view of Tank stark naked as
he stepped into the pool.

He looked impossibly bigger naked—harder,
more muscular—hung like a stallion!

She dismissed that thought. She’d seen
stallions that weren’t hung like he was.

Good fucking god! As big as he was, that
thing still looked almost freakishly huge!

Which clarified things for her. He had
definitely
not
stuck that thing in her the night before! She
would’ve been ruined.

She
would
be, she realized abruptly.
Oh my god!
He probably expected to!

He settled his rump on a flat stone as if
taking a seat in a hot tub.

Brandi stared at him blankly. Slowly, it
dawned on her that that was, basically, what it was as far as he
was concerned—a natural hot tub.

The panic subsided. Embarrassed, although
she thought she’d had plenty of reason to panic, she tried to
pretend he hadn’t scared the shit out of her.

She sent a resentful look in his direction,
encountered a speculative gaze, and instantly regretted the
impulse. Trying to be unobtrusive, she sidled away from him and
settled.

“Tank certainly gives untalkative a whole
new meaning,” she muttered under her breath.

“What is dis Tank?”

If the rocks had spoken, she couldn’t have
been more startled. She whipped a look of both dismay and stunned
surprise at him.

She’d forgotten he seemed to understand and
speak English very well.

To say nothing of the fact that she hadn’t
expected him to overhear her anyway—or acknowledge that he had even
if he did since he’d made it clear she was beneath him and not
allowed to talk to him.

She supposed, in reality, given the way he’d
acted before, she’d figured he would just ignore her even if he did
hear her.

And then she could insult him to make
herself feel better.

She debated, briefly, whether to answer
honestly or not, but she couldn’t think of a damned thing but the
truth with him glaring at her.

“A big war machine that can go through walls
and over pretty much everything in its path,” she finally retorted,
inching a little further away just in case the comment pissed him
off.

She felt a faint tug at the rings in her
privates and sent Tank another startled look. He had the other end
of the chain in his hand. He gave it another tug that convinced her
he meant ‘come hither’.

Swallowing with an effort, she moved because
she had no choice. He stopped pulling when she was against him.
Grasping her hair at the back of her head, he tilted her head back
until she had, perforce, to look at him.

“I am Ulrick—warrior, former slave,
gladiator. I have killed a hundred men in battle and a hundred more
for sport in the gladiator arena. I have bought my freedom and now
I have bought you.” His gaze flickered over her face. “You may call
me master.” He tilted his head thoughtfully. “I will call you my
laywoman. You understand this? It means I will fuck you when I feel
like it and, Nhewa willing, I will breed a son on you.”

Alrighty then! All questions answered and no
doubts about his intentions left open for interpretation.

Except for the part about the events the
night before.

She wasn’t
about
to point out that he
had yet to fuck her himself but he’d let everybody and his brother
fuck her already and if they could breed on her she might already
have conceived!

And she strongly suspected
she
would
be blamed if she did get pregnant and it wasn’t his!

He released her after a moment when she said
nothing. Standing, he turned and moved out of the pool, tugging at
the chain to get her to follow him.

He went straight to the beast and removed a
large pouch and the flask he’d given her to drink from before.
After glancing around, he settled on a fallen log and tugged her
down onto the grass at his feet.

Brandi tried to ignore the prickle of the
vegetation against her bare, still wet, ass, but it felt like bugs
were crawling on her.

Ulrick-Tank-THE MASTER—nudged her to get her
attention and handed her another chunk of the bread-like stuff he’d
given her before. She was still so tired she had little appetite,
but she nibbled at it.

“Eat. You will need your strength. We will
reach the next temple to Nhewa by dusk on the morrow.”

Brandi’s stomach instantly knotted with
nerves and she thought she would throw up what she’d already eaten.
“It’s … you mean like the place we stopped last night?”

He shrugged. “They are much the same, I
suppose.”

Not surprisingly, he didn’t seem too
concerned about how she had spent
her
night!

“What I mean is … uh … are they going to …
uh … do that again?”

He stared at her. “You will serve Nhewa,
yes. Travelers are required to give at each temple. Otherwise evil
will befall them before they reach their destination. In any case,
I must give before I can petition for a son.”

Oh well! In that case …. Anything for a good
cause!

She’d thought it was damned weird—even on an
alien world like this—that he’d bought her and then straight off
handed her over to the nuts at the temple!
Now
it made
sense.

Not that it wasn’t still insane, but so many
religions
were
in her opinion!

The worst of it was that, now that she
understood the situation, she knew she was going to have to deal
with it until they reached their destination if she’d understood
him correctly.

Well, it actually sounded like that was the
coin primarily used on this world for ‘favors’ from their god.

Which seemed to indicate that any time
Ulrich thought he needed help from his deity, she was going to be
tied down to the altar and screwed half to death to find favor.

Brandi was so rattled for several moments
she felt like crying. Her stomach tied itself into so many knots it
was all she could do to choke any food down at all.

Unfortunately, as he’d pointed out before he
completely ruined her appetite, she wasn’t going to be able to
endure what she had the night before very many times if she didn’t
keep her strength up.

She supposed she shouldn’t dread it so much.
It wasn’t as if they’d hurt her—close, but she wasn’t hurt and,
under the circumstances, she was grateful not to be harmed.

And although she wouldn’t have admitted it
under torture, she had actually enjoyed it—some of it.