Breaking Brandi (6 page)

She fainted, she thought, for several
moments, completely losing awareness of her surroundings. Still,
the ritual continued unabated. Brandi surfaced to consciousness
once more as the pleasure coursing through her body began to wind
the tension inside of her toward release again.

Over and again, they brought her to
culmination that was so intense, so devastating to her senses that
she would reach a point where she couldn’t bear it any longer and
swoon. She had climaxed until there wasn’t an ounce of strength
left in her body by the time they finally ceased to torment her.
Only half conscious, she was barely aware of being released until
she collapsed into someone’s arms. Lifting her head with an effort,
she saw that it was Ulrick who held her and relief went through
her.

She’d begun to think she would die from the
pleasure, but it was over. They would allow her to rest.

To her stunned surprise, she was set on her
feet and pushed down on a cold stone slab that bit into her belly
and ribs. Weakly, she tried to rise as she felt her ankles caught
in two hard hands.

Her legs were pulled apart and her ankles
manacled once more. When she felt a tug on her wrist manacles, she
looked up and saw that Ulrick was in front of her, removing
them.

A mixture of surprise, relief, and confusion
filled her when she saw him. She hadn’t expected to see him, hadn’t
thought he’d had any part of the ritual before.

And maybe he hadn’t.

But he was here now and she couldn’t decide
whether he was here to rescue her or take part in her torment.

As her arms dropped limply on either side of
the bench, they were caught and her arms manacled once more, this
time to either side of her.

She felt a hand skate over her buttocks.
Despite her exhaustion, she twisted, trying to look behind her. She
could only move far enough to get a glimpse of the man, however.
Her heart began to pound as she felt the man behind her pushing her
buttocks wide, felt—a finger she thought at first—probing her
rectum and one probing her vagina. Both were a good deal larger
than a finger she discovered. The moment he had aligned both
penises, he thrust inside of her.

Brandi gasped at the double penetration,
feeling more surprise than either pain or pleasure at first. Ulrick
seized her hair, turning her head so that she faced him and shoved
his cock into her gasping mouth. Belatedly, she tried to struggle
but found with little surprise that she had been bound so tightly
she could not move in any direction, could not escape the triple
penetration as the priests rammed into her body.

If she’d had the energy, or even the ability
to think, she might have tried to bite the cock that was shoved
into her mouth, but she had neither.

Which was probably just as well, or maybe
much better than that.

They all seemed almost as if they had lost
all awareness of the real world, had been caught up in some sort of
blind trance, but one bite might have broken the spell in a bad
way—for her.

That thought spawned the rather belated
sense of self-preservation she needed. She could endure this! She
could, and then she had a chance to live.

If she kept fighting she wasn’t going to win
and she might not live long.

There
was
pleasure.

She wouldn’t have volunteered to take part
in such a thing, but she at least had the consolation that they
were forcing her to experience pleasure—some discomfort—but very
little actual pain.

She should just count her blessings and be
very, very good.

With those thoughts to bolster her, instead
of simply remaining docile and allowing Ulrick to move his cock in
and out of her mouth, she cupped her tongue and cheeks around his
engorged member, sucking him. She felt a shudder go through him. It
sent an answering wave of pleasure through her, joining with the
rising tide of pleasure she could not stem from the man pounding
frenziedly into her vagina and rectum.

Within moments, her body exploded with
ecstasy. Almost mindless with the pleasure, she sucked the cock in
her mouth ravenously as the convulsions swept through her.
Abruptly, he caught the sides of her face in his hands, jerking as
he reached his crisis. She sucked harder, felt his hot seed hit the
back of her throat and kept sucking until she’d milked him dry.

When she released him at last, Ulrick was
trembling with the effort to remain standing.

A sense of triumph penetrated Brandi’s dazed
mind.

Gasping for breath, Ulrick finally knelt and
released her hands. To her relief, her ankles were released, as
well, and Ulrick hauled her limp form from the stone, cuddled her
against his chest and carried her up the stairs.

She struggled to retain her consciousness,
but she was only vaguely aware of being lain on the bed and the
heat of Ulrick’s body as he settled beside her and threw an arm and
leg over her. It was enough, though, to bolster the vague sense of
triumph she’d felt when she’d pleasured him, to convince her she’d
just had at least a small ‘win’.

When the sound of movement woke her, Brandi
realized that it was morning. Blearily, she lifted her head and
stared at the priests who’d filed into the room. She didn’t protest
or struggle when they caught her up and walked her down to the
pool. The bath was soothing, almost enjoyable after her ordeal of
the night before. It would’ve been more soothing if her body had
not hummed to life almost the moment they began stroking her.

She began to have her first inkling that her
ordeal wasn’t over when she was dried, but led from the room naked.
She didn’t fully grasp the implications, however, until the
procession turned toward the stairs once more. By then, it was too
late to offer any resistance.

She was almost relieved when they didn’t
chain her as they first had the day before. Instead, she was placed
on her back on the altar. Her wrists were manacled to her sides. A
strap was placed over her ribs just below her breasts and
tightened. Another was strapped across her hips. They caught her
ankles then, secured a manacle to each and her legs until they were
almost perpendicular to her body before they spread them wide. The
chanting and dancing began almost at once.

The stone altar they’d placed her upon was
too short to support her entire body. Her hips dangled over the
edge of one end, her head and neck the other. She strained to hold
her head up for a time and finally allowed it to fall backwards,
resting, her eyes closed.

Except for the difference in her
positioning, the ritual began much as it had before, with the
dancing and chanting and the chafing of her flesh with hair flails.
When they had completed three circuits of the altar, one by one
they detached themselves from the group. Brandi lay limply as she
felt a mouth cover one breast, and then the other, felt fingers
part the flesh of her sex and a mouth settle there and begin to
suck at her as if they would draw her essence through her flesh.
For a time, the discomfort of her position kept her focused away
from what they were doing to her.

Slowly, the stimulation penetrated her mind,
bringing it to focus on the pleasure rather than her discomfort.
With dread, she felt her body skating upward toward culmination as
they continued to tease her flesh. She’d begun to groan and
struggle feverishly against her bindings when she felt a probing of
her lower orifices. She was penetrated simultaneously. It wrung a
gasp from her and as it did, someone caught her head, shoving a
cock into her mouth. They pumped into her with almost mindless
frenzy, driving her body rapidly toward the pinnacle. Both priests
came almost simultaneously as her body crested and the first
tremors began to quake within her passage. Withdrawing, they left
her hovering on the edge.

She gasped, shuddering, stunned by the
sudden cessation.

Chapter Four

Hours passed in a blistering haze of nearly
unbearable pleasure.

Brandi had long since lost any concept of
pleasing the aliens to save herself. She could think of nothing but
the teasing that left her on the edge, unfulfilled, desperate to
have her ache appeased. It was nearly unbearable when the priests
teased her with their mouths, bringing her to the edge again and
again, but leaving before they’d given her surcease from the
throbbing ache that only grew worse the longer they tormented
her.

Dimly, as she lay at their mercy, hoping
they’d finish and stop, it flickered through her mind that there
might actually be some objective to the priests’ demands rather
than just an excuse to relieve their boredom and expend their lust
by demanding to screw every passing female.

They had made her expend herself
exhaustively.

Maybe it was the energy released during
culmination that they were ‘extracting’ in sacrifice?

Maybe.

And maybe the priesthood just gave them the
excuse they needed to bind women and do whatever they wanted to
them?

Or some of them. She’d been blindfolded the
first time, at the first temple. These hadn’t blindfolded her this
time and she’d seen the look in their eyes. She thought it was
likely they used some sort of drug as part of their ritual, maybe
some sort of hallucinogenic?

Ulrick was there, although she still didn’t
believe he had taken part in the ritual the first time. But he
almost seemed zombie-like—enough so that she had to wonder if he
had any real awareness of where he was or what he was doing.

Had he volunteered to take part? Or had he
not had any choice than she’d had?

She almost felt like weeping with relief
when she felt one move between her legs after hours of teasing,
felt the prod of cocks in her body’s openings, penetrating. When a
third cock was thrust into her mouth, she began sucking it at once,
felt her body struggling to reach the peak. They pounded into her
like pistons, jarringly, forcing their bodies to rapid
culmination—forcing hers over the edge at last into the bliss she’d
been frantically seeking.

She gasped in relief when they left her,
sated, basking in the aftershocks that rippled through her and, for
many moments, only dimly aware of the ritual that continued around
her even more frenziedly than before.

She groaned in protest when they began to
prod her passion from her body once more. They alternated,
sometimes penetrating her body, at others merely licking and
sucking her until she was ready to scream. Dimly, she began to
realize that the ritual would not cease until all of them had used
her body to find release—or maybe just until she’d been sucked dry
of any ability to react?

In time, she was only conscious of her body.
The sound of the drums became the sound of her heart. The chanting
was the rasping of her breath, in need, in torment, in blessed
release. She drifted in and out of even that much awareness,
prodded to focus by the demands of her body in response to the
stimulation that was ceaseless, remorseless, almost unbearable.

When she was finally released, she was
lifted from the altar and carried to the bath once more. The bath
was almost as much torment. As many times as her body had found
release, it still hovered on the brink, still trembled with the
aftershocks. She didn’t even know when she was deposited on the bed
once more.

She was too sore and exhausted to feel fear
when she woke once more to discover the priests had come for her
again. A good deal of dread suffused her, however.

To her surprise, they merely dressed her in
the leather corset she’d come to think of as her slave costume.
Before she could consider whether or not she was up to attempting
flight, Ulrick stepped through the doorway, the manacles in his
hands.

Numbly, she watched as he secured them
around her wrists. Her legs folded under her when he pulled her to
her feet. Without a word, he bent down, scooped her into his arms
and strode from the temple. When he’d climbed up behind her on the
beast, he slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her back
against him. She twisted, looking up at him in surprise and caught
a flicker of something very human in his eyes before the cold,
emotionless alien surfaced once more.

A tiny ray of hope filtered through her
despite her weariness. She had thought even when the notion
occurred to her that she might be able to reach some spark of
empathy inside Ulrick that it was no more than wishful thinking. He
wasn’t human. How could she expect to find humanity in him? She
began to think, though, that, regardless of the life he’d
led—regardless of the fact that he was alien, not human, there
might still be some sense of fairness, some empathy—some gentleness
that she could tap into to save herself.

Perhaps there was a chance of saving her
life after all?

She didn’t go beyond that in her musings,
refused to allow herself to think in terms of a happy life or a
good life, or even a satisfactory one. At this point she wasn’t
sure she would live a lot longer to worry about the quality of life
and she thought it best to focus on breathing and worry about
comfort, security and possibly happiness when she was more certain
of having a life span long enough to pursue those things.

Instead of stopping to eat as he had when
they’d left the first temple at dawn, Ulrick merely pulled food
from his pack and handed it to her. As she nibbled it, Brandi
considered her situation carefully and, she thought, more
rationally than she’d been able to in the beginning.

Because she’d lost most of the fear that
made thinking rationally almost impossible.

The priests had pounded a great deal of the
sheer terror out of her—or the routine they’d established had
convinced her, right or wrong, that she’d experienced the worst and
had nothing more to fear.

Ulrick had been pretty blunt about his
intentions.