Breaking Brandi (5 page)

Almost to the point of expiring, but there
was no getting around the pleasure part.

She felt horribly guilty that she’d enjoyed
any of it—perverted! It wasn’t a side of herself she was familiar
with and she wasn’t happy to have found it, but she supposed, under
the circumstances, she should just be relieved she was a
pervert.

And she still felt a horrible sense of dread
invade her when she spied the towers of another temple in front of
them toward dusk of the following day.

* * * *

Brandi supposed she shouldn’t have been
surprised to discover that the world didn’t just look primitive—it
was
. And they clearly had primitive religious practices.

Thankfully—apparently—not the practice of
blood sacrifice, or killing the sacrifices!

Although ….

It was terrifying to realize she’d landed on
a world so primitive they still believed in gods and she’d been
sold to a megalithic, primitive,
alien
being who thought he
could breed her.

It was also bizarre.

He spoke English! She’d arrived by
spaceship! She’d been brought by aliens!

She examined those thoughts and realized
that, although it didn’t seem to fit, didn’t seem logical, there’d
actually been vast differences between various cultures existing on
Earth at the same time—primitives on remote islands back during
World War II that had thought the military pilots that landed
airplanes on their island were gods.

In any case, here was proof that it was a
fact and entirely possible that primitive people could live
side-by-side with technologically advanced people, maintain much of
their tradition and culture, and still be completely aware of and
interact with that alien culture.

Somehow the culture on this world hadn’t
advanced a very great deal despite advanced alien visitations.

Possibly because they were just that
determined
not
to allow the aliens to influence their
culture?

She might, and did, feel almost as if she’d
been caught up in some sort of very elaborate hoax, but that was
less likely and less logical than accepting everything as a new
reality for her.

And, unfortunately, she counted her chances
of convincing the big lug that had bought her that nothing bad
would happen if they just sneaked by the temples at slightly lower
than zero.

More unfortunately
, it seemed she was
the currency he was using for travel!

Boy didn’t those
bastards
at the
temple have a sweet deal going! Everybody that went by had to pay a
toll—so they got in all of their screwing, blessed the travelers,
and waited for the next!

“Do you …uh … travel much?” she asked
tentatively.

He frowned—a look of confusion—but after a
moment his brow cleared and his expression lightened. She almost
thought she saw a flicker of amusement in his strange eyes.
“Why?”

Brandi felt heat blast her face. She gaped
at him, unable to force the heat of embarrassment from her face or
to think of a response. After a moment, though, he transferred his
gaze from her face to the temple in the distance, staring at it,
his expression unreadable at first but hardening slightly.

It gave Brandi food for thought as they
closed the distance between themselves and the temple. Was there a
chance—even a tiny one—that she might actually survive this? Was
there a hidden kernel of decency or pity—of empathy—inside this
great, hulking monster that had bought her?

And, saying there was, could she figure out
a way to tap into it?

Or was she doomed to horror, misery, and
eventual death? Was the life she’d had before all that she would be
allowed in relative happiness?

Because if that was the case it totally
sucked ass! She hadn’t been particularly happy, damn it! She hadn’t
been particularly
un
happy, if it came to that, but there was
no getting around the fact that she hadn’t been particularly
satisfied with the life she’d had. She’d been working hard to make
it better!

* * * *

As if they’d been expecting
them—
known
they were coming—the priests began to beat the
temple gongs even as THE MASTER—Ulrick –the Tank pulled his beast
to a halt at the base of the temple. Dismounting, Ulrick dragged
her from the saddle and led her up the stairs. Her knees trembled,
threatening to give way beneath her and send her tumbling down the
stone steps once more. By the time they reached the piazza, she was
shaking all over.

Despite the pep-talk she’d given herself
about the futility of resisting—indeed the likelihood that it would
make things worse for her, she
did
resist as the priests
moved to take her—couldn’t help it—pulling back against the chain.
The priests on either side of her grasped her arms, dragging her
toward the entrance of the temple, lifting her when she
stumbled.

The temple looked much the same as the
first. Inside, torches lined the stone walls of a long corridor.
She was marched down it and down a flight of stairs and at the end
she saw that there was a room with a pool as there had been in the
other temple.

They stripped her and bathed her as the
priests had at the first temple and it dawned on her that this was
a part of their strange religious ritual—they weren’t just cleaning
her up for usage. It was like … a purification, she supposed. When
she was led from the pool, she was forced down on a bench. Because
she had struggled, one priest knelt at the head of the bench and
held the chain to her manacles tightly. Two others grasped her
ankles and held them while another priest spread oils over her body
and scraped her flesh, though she thought it impossible that she
could have so much as a follicle of hair left.

It was worse, she supposed, because her
shock had abandoned her allowing her absolute clarity of
perception. Inwardly, she cringed when her legs were spread wide
and her genitals scraped as the rest of her body had been, but
they’d made it impossible to shy away outwardly.

It would’ve been a relief when they finally
finished and led her into the pool again, except that she knew what
came next. She would be led to the altar.

And she knew what was going to happen once
there.

She would be fucked half to death so that
they could extract—whatever the hell it was they thought they were
getting in sacrifice to their god.

Supposing they actually believed the
bullshit they’d convinced the other people on this world to
believe!

Despite every effort to convince herself
that cooperation was her best defense, she fought them, trying to
break free in a mindless panic that took no consideration of the
fact that she had nowhere to run to and no real chance of escaping
all of them even if she managed to break free for a few moments.
They caught her, lifting her up into the air and carrying her down
the stairs on their shoulders.

She didn’t know whether to be glad or sorry
that they didn’t cover her head with the hood.

It was frightening to be blinded.

On the other hand, she wasn’t sure she
actually wanted to
see
what was about to happen—would
happen.

To her surprise, once they reached the
ceremonial room, she didn’t see anything that looked like it might
be the same sort of contraption she was bound to before. She looked
around in confusion when they’d set her on her feet. The chain
attached to her manacles was seized and her arms lifted above her
head. Seeing their intent, she began to struggle again, tugging at
the chain. She was caught and held while the chain was attached to
the hook hanging from the ceiling. When the two men released her,
they caught her legs. She kicked out at them, but the struggle was
all too brief. Within moments, they had captured her legs and
fitted a manacle around each ankle. Chains pulled her legs apart
until she was forced to stand on her tiptoes or hang from her
arms.

She couldn’t see the High Priest as he
entered the room, but she heard him as he called out something to
the other priests—in the manner and tone of an announcement. The
priests dropped the robes they were wearing to the floor and moved
toward her, chanting.

A jolt of shock went through her when they
discarded their robes.

They actually looked more human than
alien—although their skin tones were certainly not human.

Regardless, they were clearly another race
than the Tank—Ulrick, if not a completely different species.

Each wore an obscene red penis strapped to
their bellies above their own cocks.

So this god they worshiped, Nhewa, had two
penises?

Or did it mean something else entirely that
totally escaped her at the moment?

Brandi stared at them, horrified, as they
began to shuffle around her, striking her with some sort of
whip-like instruments, except that the fibers hanging limply from
the tips didn’t hurt—not precisely. As they slapped them against
her breasts, her belly, thighs and buttocks, her skin began to
tingle, to grow more sensitive the longer the ‘thrashing’ went on.
They’d moved around her three times when one of the priests stepped
from the line and knelt before her. Grasping the lips of her sex,
he parted them and began to suck at her tender flesh.

A jolt went through her. She jerked, lost
her precarious pose, and the weight of her body tugged painfully at
her arms. With an effort, she caught her balance and rose up on her
tiptoes once more. She’d barely regained her stance when another
man detached himself from the group and caught one of her nipples
between his teeth, tugging at it almost painfully, forcing fiery
sensation through the receptive tip and into her body.

She closed her eyes, fighting her body’s
response, but knowing even as she tried that she could not really
fight it. Pleasure surged through her despite her best efforts.

She groaned in despair as another man
detached himself from the group and began to tug at her other
nipple. Behind her, yet another grasped her buttocks and parted
them, licking the cheeks and the cleft between them.

The man sucking at her clit moved away.
Before she could draw a breath of relief, another took his place.
As they had at the previous temple, the priests moved over her body
as if they meant to devour her, gnawing almost painfully at her
flesh at times, licking, sucking any part of her body that was
sensitive to stimulation and she began to think every part of her
body was sensitive, some more than others. They came and left
again, moving steadily around her, taking turns driving her almost
to the breaking point. Her nipples quickly began to throb
incessantly. Her belly clenched and unclenched, saturated with warm
moisture. Her clit pulsed with need when no one touched it and
pounded harder when they did.

By the time the third had knelt between her
legs, pushed the fleshy petals apart and began to suck her clit,
she was so drunk with the haze of lust filling her that if they had
not surrounded her, holding her in place she would have fallen and
hung from her arms until they separated from their sockets. The
third rammed a large finger into her passage, thrusting it inside
her over and over as he caught her clit in his mouth and sucked it.
He’d barely begun to suck the achingly sensitive bud of flesh when
her body began to convulse in waves of keen rapture.

Unable to stop herself, she groaned as it
seized her in an uncompromising grip.

Either he was unaware of the fact that she’d
reached culmination, or it was immaterial to him whether she did or
not. He continued to lick and suck her clit, driving his finger
into her over and over until she was screaming with the jolts of
pleasure that continued to wrack her body as long as he stimulated
it. She collapsed weakly when he moved away, struggling to catch
her breath. Her body was still pounding with the hard echoes of her
release when another stepped from the circle.

Her nipples ached from the almost constant
fondling. The muscles along her passage continued to spasm many
minutes after her climax began to fade. Blood beat in her clit to
the pounding rhythm of her heart, making it almost painfully
sensitive.

It almost seemed more devastating to her
senses than having release denied her for so long and she tried to
move away from the man who opened his mouth over her breast and
began pulling at the nipple.

A man knelt between her thighs, pushed the
flesh apart, and fastened his mouth over her clit, thrusting a
finger inside of her. One knelt behind her, parted her buttocks and
pushed his finger into her rectum.

That intrusion was such a surprise that it
shifted her focus abruptly. She flinched, struggled to elude the
invasive touch, pressing more tightly against the man in front of
her who was tugging at her clit with his mouth. Despite the
discomfort, pleasure began to radiate through her body from the
fingers thrusting into both orifices. Within moments, her body
surged swiftly toward release. She was still hovering on the edge
when both withdrew. She slumped, gasping, feeling almost as stunned
as if she’d stepped inadvertently onto nothing but air when she’d
expected something solid.

She was still struggling to come to terms
with the abrupt withdrawal when another took his place. Almost the
moment his mouth closed over her clit, her body began to tremble
with impending release. She cried out as he rammed his finger
inside of her passage, coming. Blind and deaf to her jerking,
convulsing body, her desperate, gasping cries as she passed beyond
her endurance, the ritual proceeded without pause. The man
continued to thrust his finger in and out of her, tugging and
sucking on her clit as if he’d found a particularly succulent berry
and meant to suck it dry. His stimulation, and that of the others
who fondled and sucked her breasts and belly, forced her body to
continue to spasm with release until she was screaming.