Breaking Brandi (8 page)

She saw when he released her nipple that
he’d pulled his cock from his loincloth. It stood stiffly erect,
pulsing. Grasping her around the waist, he lifted her up and
speared her flesh with his hardened member, bearing down on her
until he’d forced his cock past the resistant flesh of her passage
and buried himself to the root inside of her.

Grasping her manacled wrists, he looped her
arms around his neck and wrapped one arm around her hips, pulling
her tightly against his belly, shifting slightly and grinding into
her and drawing a low moan from her throat. Taking the reins once
more, he kicked the beast into a gallop.

The bounding motion of the beast beneath
them bounced Brandi upward so that his turgid cock slipped almost
completely from her body, then slammed her down against him,
impaling her on his cock, before bouncing her upward again. Despite
the painful depth of his possession and the brutal pace with which
his hard flesh was rammed repeatedly into her body, heat flashed
through her with his first ramming thrust, soaking her passage so
that her body slipped more easily over his erection. It spiraled
upward rapidly, until she was gasping and shaking with impending
orgasm.

Her belly clenched around him as the muscles
began to convulse with release. The continuous, rapid pounding of
his cock drove her to the edge of darkness, forcing her body to
convulse on and on in release without cease or even a lessening.
She was near to weeping when she felt his cock jerk inside of her
and begin to spasm as he found his own release.

When his own body had ceased to convulse
with his climax, he slowed the beast and finally brought it to a
stop. Quivering, only dimly aware of her surroundings, Brandi
gasped as his spent flesh finally slipped from hers and she slumped
against him, resting her forehead on his chest as she fought to
catch her breath.

Her breathing had barely returned to normal
when he grasped her hips and lifted her and she felt his hardened
cock probing her once more, thrusting deeply inside of her as he
pulled her tightly against him again. Wearily, she lifted her head
to look at him, feeling her passage clench around him as he urged
the beast forward once more into a fast walk that moved her gently
along his turgid length, then a jog that began to jounce her a
little harder, and finally a gallop.

By the time he’d urged the beast into a
gallop, her body was already high on the scale to completion.
Within moments, the ramming motions of his cock inside her set off
another wave of bliss.

His body climbed slower toward completion
the second time. Hers convulsed in blinding rapture until she
blacked out for many moments. Slowly awareness began to drift back
into her mind. Still, she lay limply against him, completely spent,
unable to lift her head for some time. When she finally managed to
pull away and look around, she discovered that they’d reached the
outskirts of the tiny village that dwelt in the shadow of the
Temple. She stiffened, trying to move away.

His arm tightened, holding her against him.
“You are mine,” he growled into her ear.

As she looked up at him in surprise, she
felt his cock harden inside of her again. He set the beast to a
trot. The animal’s gait jogged her up and down on his cock in a
quick, hard rhythm that stirred the ashes of her passion. Aware
that the curious were glancing at them as they passed, she tried to
hold the sensations at bay, but they quickly overwhelmed her,
driving her upward toward her peak. She bit down on his shoulder to
keep from crying out as her body began to convulse once more in
spasms of pleasure.

She was hardly aware of the cessation of
movement until Ulrick lifted her arms from around his neck and
loosened his grip on her, allowing her to slide from him. She
looked around then and discovered he’d reined the beast to a halt
at the foot of the temple steps.

Without a word, he adjusted his clothing and
climbed down, dragging her off with him and settling her on her
feet. When he’d tossed the reins to a waiting priest, he led her up
to the piazza. They were halfway up the stairs before the priests
began to pound the gong to call the worshippers of Nhewa.

She saw when she reached the piazza that the
priests who waited looked both worried and confused. Ulrick ignored
them, passing the chain he used to lead her to the High Priest and
stepping to one side.

Collecting himself after a moment, the High
Priest began the ritual of display.

Brandi was still so dazed from their
coupling she merely stumbled after them as they led her across the
piazza. Finally, almost with a sense of relief, she saw that they
had turned to enter the temple.

Brandi had thought she knew what to expect.
She found that she was wrong. Instead of taking her to the bathing
chamber, they took her to a small chamber, empty save for a narrow
cot, a pitcher of water, and a chamber pot for her needs, and
locked her inside.

At first, she was too exhausted from her
coupling with Ulrick and the hard, multiple orgasms he’d driven her
to to be greatly disturbed by the difference in her reception at
this temple to what she’d come to expect. Bathing herself, she
drank a little of the water and collapsed on the narrow bunk,
falling asleep almost instantly.

She was awakened sometime later by a
scraping noise. When she sat up, she saw that a tray of food had
been set inside the door. Hungry from days of travel, little food,
and the expenditure of energy in fear and the pleasure that had
been wrung from her body again and again, she retrieved the tray,
sat on the bed, and ate.

She began to wonder why she’d been placed in
the chamber, whether it was because she had arrived before they
were ready to perform the ritual or if it was because they had been
in no doubt that Ulrick had sampled before them.

Slowly, fear began to creep inside of her as
the thought took hold that that was exactly the case and that her
‘pilgrimage’ would be cut short, that she would be told they’d
displeased the god, Nhewa—or she had—and they would ‘sacrifice’ her
to appease him.

Maybe Ulrick, too, but she didn’t have a lot
of empathy reserved for him when he’d gotten her into this
mess!

Of course, most of her thoughts were nothing
more than fear inspired speculation. She didn’t have a clue of how
things ‘worked’ here beyond the fact that they had a damned temple
erected, from what she’d seen, in or near virtually every tiny
hamlet and no more than two days’ ride apart.

And
she
was expected to ‘give’ at
every single damned one!

Maybe Ulrick wasn’t supposed to sample in
between?

She thought that notion probably wasn’t just
her imagination given the way the priests had acted upon their
arrival when Ulrick had made no attempt to hide the fact that he’d
made use of her. In fact, had made such a display that it was
almost as if he
wanted
them to know rather than just that he
was indifferent as to whether they found out or not.

He’d provoked them, she thought angrily!

And
she
was the one they were going
to punish!

She thought for several moments that she was
going to puke from the emotions roiling in her belly.

She’d finally begun to make some headway,
she thought, with Ulrick! He at least seemed to have reached a
point where he desired her enough to begin to let down his guard,
but what little power that might give her over him, if any, would
be of no use to her if the priests demanded her in sacrifice to
appease their angry god. She stood no chance of escaping if that
was the case.

It occurred to her after a while that she
hadn’t even tried the door to see if it was locked. She knew it
must be, but she moved to it and tried it anyway. Without much
surprise, but with a great deal of disappointment, she found that
it was.

“Damn it!”

Moving away from the door, she began to pace
once more, glancing now and then at the tray. Finally, she settled
to watching the door, deciding when it opened, if only one priest
stood there, she would see if she could catch him off guard and
escape.

She would’ve felt better for her chances if
she were closer to the outer door to the temple, but she realized
fairly quickly that her chances were virtually nil any way she
looked at it. As long as she had felt that she had some chance of
coaxing Ulrick into lowering his guard, she had thought patience
the wisest course. Any attempt to escape would put him on guard and
make another attempt useless. She had to wait until the most
opportune moment. Then maybe she would have a chance of escaping
and … she could figure out the rest
after
she got away,
if
she got away.

Despite her fear, or perhaps because of it,
exhaustion finally got the better of her once she’d stopped pacing
the room and settled to watch the door, but it was the sound of the
door opening that woke her. She surged to her feet at once, swaying
slightly with the grogginess of sleep. Two priests entered.
Ignoring the tray, they seized her and dragged her from the room,
down the long corridor that led to the bathing chamber.

She had already learned that trying to fight
them was useless and yet she could not command herself not
to—possibly because she couldn’t rid herself of the fear that this
time would be horribly different. She struggled as they forced her
down on a stone bench beside the pool. They held her, anointing her
body with oils and scraping her skin until she throbbed all over.
When they had bathed her, they led her from the pool and dried
her.

As they left the chamber, they turned and
followed the steps downward to the offering room. Below, she could
hear the priests chanting and an almost hissing noise as they
shuffled their feet across the stone floor. Brandi’s dread grew
with each step. As relieved as she was that it seemed that they
would perform the offering anyway, she feared what she would have
to face in the chamber. It might have frightened her less if the
ritual had been exactly the same each time, but each time it
differed except that the priests, she knew by now, would whip
themselves into a frenzy of carnality and that they would wring
pleasure from her until they’d sapped her of all strength.

As in the other temples, she saw that a
stone altar stood in the center of the chamber. Instead of leading
her to it, however, she was seized by the two priests who had
walked beside her as they descended the stairs. Dragging her beyond
the altar, they forced her down on the stone floor in the center of
a circle made up of different colored stones. The stone was cold
beneath her and she began to shiver as they knelt and removed the
manacles that bound her wrists together.

Each man took one of her arms and pulled it
straight out from her body, manacling her directly to the stone
floor. They moved down her then. A third man approached, carrying a
wedge shaped stone, and knelt beside her hips. The two who were
binding her for the offering lifted her hips. The wedge was pushed
beneath her buttocks. When she was lowered once more, she realized
that it had curled her hips upward. Catching her legs then, they
bent them at the knees and spread her legs wide, chaining her
ankles to the floor.

She lay staring up at the ceiling, shivering
from dread and the cold, trying not to think what they planned to
do, listening to her heart hammering in her ears and the breath
rasping from her chest in frightened gasps.

The High Priest came to stand between her
legs. He lifted his arms to chant.

The priests dropped their robes and advanced
toward the circle where she had been chained. When they reached the
outer ring of the circle, they began to chant and dance in a circle
around her, writhing, moving their arms sinuously. After a time,
the chanting began to sound more like the hissing of serpents than
voices. As she watched, they knelt to the floor and then lay upon
their bellies, moving around her with the sinuous, undulating
movements of serpents, resembling huge snakes.

Their bizarre behavior threw her into
complete confusion. Just as she’d begun to think she understood—to
a degree—what their religion was all about, they thoroughly
befuddled her again.

The god Nhewa was the god of all things that
walked and crawled on this horrible planet, she guessed?

Maybe.

Did it really
have
to make sense? It
was a religion. It was nonsense from beginning to end, superstition
perpetuated by someone who wanted to benefit from the power it gave
them and the fear it engendered in everyone they subjugated.

One moved toward her, dragging her reluctant
attention back to the proceedings as he undulated around her,
flicking his tongue over her breast until her nipple grew turgid,
standing erect. He bit down on it, drawing a gasp from her. She
relaxed fractionally when she felt no more than a twinge of pain,
but even as he moved away again she wondered if the next bite would
actually hurt, or the one after that. She knew once it began that
it would continue much the same and feared once the fever was fully
upon them that they would begin to bear down on her harder each
time, biting her in truth rather than merely simulating a bite.

Goosebumps erupted all over her at the
thought.

As he left, another approached her from the
other side, flicking his tongue over belly, nipping her flesh
before he moved on. Both fear and heat surged inside her as another
approached her, flicked his tongue over her other nipple and then,
lightly, bit down on her, raking his teeth along the distended tip
before he released it and moved away. Within moments, she felt them
all over her, felt the flicking of their tongues over her skin,
felt the sting of their teeth nipping her. Sometimes it bordered on
pain, occasionally one bit her hard enough to draw a gasp from her,
but she began to relax as pleasure began to far outweigh the
discomfort and even the harder nips with sharp teeth sent heat
spiraling into her belly.