Breaking Brandi (2 page)

As Brandi lay stunned, panting in pain and
fear, thoroughly confused, another, similar object penetrated her
channel.

If it was sex, it was the most bizarre rape
on record!

After the third such intrusion, Brandi
finally concluded that she wasn’t being molested, per se. She was
being examined. For what, she didn’t have a clue, but she was
fairly convinced that it was fingers being inserted—for whatever
reason.

To examine her for defect or disease?

To size her up?

Maybe all of the above?

But what to make of that?

She realized she’d been working very hard
not
to try to analyze why she might have been taken, what
purpose they had for her.

It seemed inescapable at this point, though,
that she’d been taken for the purpose of sex or breeding or maybe
both.

And that she was a slave.

She was still struggling to think up an
alternative that seemed less threatening/ nightmarish when she was
hauled onto the auction block, led by the chains attached to her
nipples and her clit, and displayed in the leather corset that had
clearly been designed to package her as a sex slave since it
covered only her middle and displayed her breasts and her
genitals.

* * * *

Brandi had been enveloped in darkness by the
hood so long that it seemed to take forever to bring her
surroundings into focus when it was finally removed. She blinked
over and over, trying to rid herself of the blurriness and darkness
while they pushed and pulled at her, releasing her, she finally
realized, from the restraints that had been placed on her to keep
her docile while they pierced her most intimate places and probed
her.

Or she supposed it might have been potential
buyers probing her.

A wave of dizziness washed over her as she
was stood on her feet. She thought she might have gone to her knees
if not for the grip on her arm by one of her jailors.

She was almost grateful.

He had a firm grip on the chains threaded
through her nipples and her clit. It didn’t bear thinking on what
might have happened if she’d fallen.

She was forced into a tube-like corridor so
tight she could barely move, sandwiched between two other women—one
in front and one behind.

There were frightened whispers all around
her.

“What are they going to do?”

“What’s going on?”

“What’s happening?”

“Where are they taking us now?”

Brandi thought she knew, but she didn’t see
that speculating would help anyone’s feelings.

“I don’t think they intend to kill us or
they would have already,” she responded finally, keeping to herself
the thought that they might all
wish
they were dead before
very long.

She cut that thought off immediately.

She didn’t want to be dead! She wanted to
live!

That was the only thing she knew with
absolute conviction.

As they slowly shuffled forward, Brandi
tried to divert herself from her fears of what was happening to the
women in front of her—soon to be her fate—by examining her
surroundings.

Her chains had been hooked into some sort of
device that ran the length of the tube—one on either side of them.
She was urged forward each time someone in front was removed by a
tug on the chains that sent a twinge of discomfort through her
nipples and clit.

And yet she felt something snug to the point
of discomfort around her.

When her eyes finally adjusted enough to
allow it, she looked down to examine the thing she was wearing.

Her breasts, she discovered, had been
squeezed into something cone-like, a sleeve of sorts that left the
tips completely exposed.

She had to suppose the bottom was similar.
Although she couldn’t see it, her buttocks felt bare and exposed
and the lips of her sex pinched in a way that she thought must have
forced the inner lips and clit out and exposed enough flesh for the
ring she could feel brushing her inner thighs with each step.

It was a very effective control, but also
displayed her in a way that increased her certainty that she was
here to make money for her captives.

Although she supposed it depended on who
bought her whether she was simply used for sex or if she was to be
bred for some purpose—whether she only had to worry about being
used by one man/male or many.

Or if any of the spectators/potential buyers
might consider it worth paying a lot of money to get hold of her
strictly for the enjoyment of taking her apart piece by piece.

Cattle—food—flickered through her mind, but
she resolutely dismissed that possibility as quickly as she had the
first horrific possibility.

It didn’t bear thinking on.

She thought she could endure sex.

She didn’t want to think about having to
whether she wanted to or not, or having to do things she might not
want to do.

Being screwed. She could handle
that—whatever ‘it’ might look like. She could just close her eyes
….

She hoped she could …. As long as it didn’t
include pain. She was allergic to pain.

She thought she might even be able to stand
it if she was used to breed.

Surely it would be too expensive to
transport all of them so far only to be sold as food?

She was so preoccupied she found herself at
the front before she knew it. As she watched the woman who’d been
directly in front of her led away, she saw she was being controlled
by the chain, unable to struggle without giving herself pain.

It gave the woman the appearance of
willingness/being completely docile though Brandi very much doubted
that was the case.

There was a fairly sizeable gathering of
almost-human-looking-aliens beyond the platform that was used to
display them for the auction.

She heard the creatures calling out, but the
language was nothing like anything she’d ever heard. It might even
have been several languages. It seemed fairly clear that they were
haggling over a price for her, however.

In a few moments, the woman was led off the
stage and the alien came for her. Disentangling her chains from the
device, he led her center stage and made her turn this way and
that. Finally, she was made to put her back to the buyers, spread
her legs, and bend down to touch her toes.

Her genitals were thoroughly examined and
then the haggling began.

Unfortunately, she had no idea whether her
captors were happy with the money they got for her or even if she’d
been sold. The calls stopped and she was led off of the stage where
she was shoved into what basically looked like a crate—or maybe a
coffin.

The urge to run, to escape, gnawed at her
mind no matter how hard she worked to banish it with reason—reason
being she had nowhere to go and no idea of how to survive on a
hostile, alien world, even if she could succeed in escaping.

Trying not to let terror completely steal
her wits, Brandi settled to wait, to gather her strength, to try to
figure out what she was going to do—could do—to save herself.

Chapter Two

Time passed while Brandi crouched in fear in
one corner of her crate. Hunger and thirst began to eat away at the
fear, weariness, too. It seemed hours passed while women were
paraded across the platform, displayed, bid on, purchased …. Or
not. One by one they were brought to the same huge room where
Brandi and others had been thrown into crates, locked inside and
abandoned.

After what seemed hours had passed, a shadow
fell across the crate where Brandi was crouched and she looked up
to discover a giant of an alien looming over her, staring down at
her through the slats. He was accompanied by one of the frog aliens
that had captured her.

This one was more humanoid than the frog
people. His skin, although it wasn’t the same color as her own—or
the way hers looked under the red sun—seemed to be similar in
texture. His hair was long and black, but she couldn’t imagine any
circumstance that would encourage anyone to think of him as
girly.

He was built like a tank—like someone who
spent every waking moment lifting weights. His muscles had
muscles.

His face was also more human-like, but still
so alien there was no doubt he wasn’t human. He had two eyes, one
nose and a mouth—none of which were shaped entirely like the human
counterpart.

Oddly enough, for all that, it wasn’t a
hideous face or repellent but rather almost attractive in a
strangely exotic way.

The frog alien unlocked her cage, grabbed
the chain, and gave it a tug that brought her surging to her feet
with a gasp of fear and pain.

The ‘tank’ slid a narrow glare at the frog
creature and grunted out something Brandi didn’t understand. The
frog shrugged and babbled something back.

The ‘tank’ turned to give her an assessing
look.

Brandi had a bad feeling the bastard had
just told him she’d tried to escape.

Well, she supposed, technically, she had,
but could she help it that her flight instincts had kicked in at a
very bad moment?

She hadn’t
really
been trying to
escape because she didn’t know that was why everybody was running,
damn it!

Wasn’t the damned rings in her nipples and
clit and the chain running through them enough punishment for her
stupidity?

It wasn’t like she could try again without
losing or horribly maiming her privates.

She didn’t see any reason for the bastard to
tell him except to excuse himself for pulling her up by the
chains.

The tank clamped a hand around one of her
arms like a vice and the three of them moved from the warehouse
where she’d been left to wait in terror to learn her fate through a
door, down a short hallway, and into a small room that had the look
of an office.

One of the frog creatures was sitting behind
a desk.

Without a word, the Tank pulled a set of
manacles from his belt. Fastening one to the wrist of the arm he
held, he grasped her other arm and manacled it, as well. Pulling a
bag from his belt, he tossed it to Captain frog creature.
“Your
pay for the female.”

The bag landed on the desk top, jingling.
Frog grabbed it up with shaking hands and pulled the tie from it,
pouring the contents onto the desk top. What looked like a pile of
golden coins spilled out.

She didn’t have to understand what he’d said
to comprehend that a transaction had just taken place. Brandi was
still staring at him blankly, in complete disbelief despite her
suspicion that she was being sold, when the Tank pulled on the
chain attached to her manacles and turned toward the door once
more. She stumbled as she was hauled across the threshold.
Instinctively, she righted herself once more, struggling to keep
pace with the man-creature who led her away.

The sun was low on the horizon as they
exited the building. A trio of tiny moons had already emerged from
the opposite direction and begun what she presumed was their
nightly trek across the alien sky.

She was led to some sort of domesticated
beast that had been left tied at a post. Beyond having four legs,
though, and vaguely familiar tack, it bore no resemblance to the
beasts of Earth—
any
of them, let alone a horse.

But it was clear it was transportation.

Catching her around her waist, the Tank
lifted her up onto the beast and climbed up behind her. Holding the
prancing creature to a walk, he urged it along the road and through
the streets of the village. Some of Brandi’s numbness began to wear
off as they rode. A flicker of thought here and there entered her
mind.

She had been sold by her captor to
another—as a sex slave? Breeder? A sacrifice?

She was going to die, she thought
abruptly.

She had not even lived yet! She was only
twenty-five. She had never even dated anyone with a serious eye
toward marriage, let alone
been
married. She’d never had a
baby. Had barely managed to launch a career! Now she wouldn’t get
the chance of any kind of future at all.

For a few moments the horrible thoughts ran
away with her, controlled her, drove her closer and closer to
‘losing’ it and trying to fight her way free.

She shied away from the thoughts, struggled
to push them into a dark corner of her mind.

There had to be something she could do! Some
way to save herself!

She wanted to go home! She wanted to be
surrounded by things familiar, things she had some hope of dealing
with!

Thoughts of home ran rampant through her
mind for a while—unchecked—making her feel more and more lost,
frightened, hopeless.

She thrust them to the back of her mind
after a little while. The memories weren’t helping, weren’t even a
comfort. That life was over whether her actual life was or not. She
couldn’t get home. She couldn’t even begin to imagine any sort of
scenario that would take her home.

But she was still alive and that meant she
had some chance of continued existence!

What would she do to live?

What might she be called upon to do?

She had no clue. The frog creatures had
stolen her and sold her. She knew what had motivated them—too late
and she’d been helpless to stop it, but she knew.

This Tank-like man-creature was another
situation entirely. She couldn’t know what to do until she figured
out what his intentions were.

If this was about sex and or breeding—well
she could endure that in order to survive. It might not be
pleasant. It might, in fact, be very unpleasant, but she could
endure and the longer she survived the better her chances of
continuing to breathe.

He distracted her after they’d left the
village behind, shoving something at her.

She looked down to examine the
unrecognizable lump he’d placed in her hand.

“Eat.”