Shared by the Barbarians (11 page)

“I will,” Hed growled. He put his hand on the small of Jalinda’s back. Pag saw that a tremor went through her at the touch. He had come to terms quickly with the idea that Hed’s strict, taciturn ways had a tremendous effect on Jalinda—more powerful, he knew, in its own way, than anything Pag could do. Never had any man, Pag thought, been better suited to the second’s role as disciplinarian. He didn’t know if he would send Jalinda to Hed for whipping when she misbehaved in front of him, as the informal code of the marriage in one cunt foresaw. He took too much satisfaction in teaching her the lessons she needed himself. But certainly whenever Jalinda needed punishment in the view of all three brothers, or even of two, she would go over Hed’s knee, or over the whipping stool that would always stand awaiting her necessary attendance in the corner of her room, with Hed behind her holding the family strap, ready to make her very sorry she had forgotten her duty.

“Kar, youngest, will you give Jalinda the pleasure she deserves, when she behaves herself well? Will you touch her cunt softly, and fuck her gently, if she has done well in your sight, and not forbear even to taste her between her thighs, until the wetness comes fully into her cunt and she cries out in pleasure? Will you praise her when her mouth, her cunt, and her bottom give pleasure to your cock, and reward her with pleasure of her own?”

“I will,” Kar said with a smile, and put his hand on her shoulder.

The second elder began the final part of the ceremony. “A woman in whose cunt more than one husband be united, one with the other, belongs to the eldest. Thus says the law. I lay the charge upon you, Pag of the Trestrimar, to claim the mouth, the cunt, and the rump of your bride here, now, in our sight.”

“I lay the charge upon you,” said the third elder, “Hed of the Trestrimar, to lay your second claim second, as soon as you have brought her to your hut.”

“I lay the charge upon you, Kar of the Trestrimar,” said the first elder, “to lay your third claim third, once your brothers have finished with their fucking. I lay the charge upon all of you, Pag, Hed, and Kar of the Trestrimar, to share your bride equally for the first moon of your marriage, for equality goes hand in hand with harmony. When thirty-three days have passed, I finally lay the charge upon you to take your wife together, and fill all her body’s fucking places with your cocks. Let her thereafter have one such three-cock night every month, so that she knows your strength and your resolve all the days of her life.”

“Let the fucking bench be brought,” Pag said, for, as the eldest and now the first husband of Jalinda, the authority to order the bench brought out belonged to him.

From its place below the platform several cousins of the three bridegrooms brought out the padded bench, festively covered in white synth-cotton that would show the evidence of Jalinda’s virginity very clearly once Pag had taken it from her. Pag looked at Jalinda, who had now turned toward him as Hed and Kar had stepped back to watch the defloration, and saw through the veil that her brow was troubled and she caught her lip between her teeth.

He put his arms around her, and the guests sighed with an audible “Aw,” and applauded.

“I’ll be gentle, sweetling,” he said. “I promise. I love you.”

“I love you, too, sir,” she said, her face buried in the fur sash across his chest.

Pag put his forefinger under her chin, lifted her face until, still through the veil, her green eyes met his. “Do we need to bind you tightly to the bench?” he asked.

Chapter Thirteen

Jalinda had discussed this part of the ceremony with Yora several times, because she couldn’t seem to grasp the principle behind it. “I understand,” she told her kindly tutor hesitantly, “about the… the
fucking
…”

After a few days with Yora, Jalinda had finally managed to say the word, but she always lowered her voice in a way that seemed to make Yora smile. Now she felt her face get hot once again.

“I mean, you know I understand about that, itself, with the… with our bodies… but I mean I also understand about the… doing it… on the platform, in front of everyone. Because it’s a celebration.”

“And a demonstration of love,” Yora prompted. “Even though it will hurt, no matter how gentle Pag is.”

Jalinda wrinkled her nose at that, wondering if she could confess to Yora that with every passing hour she spent in the village of her bridegrooms she seemed more in need not of Pag’s gentleness but of his authority. Yes, part of her definitely hoped he would be gentle.

But another part hoped he would not. The shivery way she felt when Hed came near her: she wanted that with Pag, too, because she loved Pag more with every passing day, and she wanted to belong to him completely. She loved his concern for her feelings and her health, but she also felt the way her body responded to Hed’s way of communicating to her beyond words that if she needed his whip, his hand, or his cock, he would give all of them to her according to his own judgment and without reference to Jalinda’s desires or her comfort.

She decided she probably didn’t need to confess it; Yora seemed to understand that side of Jalinda’s nature much better than she herself did.

“But is that
why
I have to be tied to the…” Again she found she couldn’t say
fucking.
“…the marriage bench? It seems like that’s not the real reason… I mean, it seems like if it was just because they think the bride might squirm when… it happens…”

Yora patiently completed her sentence. “They could hold you down. That’s right. You’ve gotten to know how strong the men of the Trestrimar are very well, haven’t you?”

The heat in Jalinda’s face seemed to radiate downwards uncontrollably now, as she remembered the way Pag had gripped her though she struggled, the night he had come to the general’s antechamber to carry her away. In her imagination she saw the scene soon to be enacted on the platform in front of the wedding guests—saw herself trying to get away, brought back in the strong arms of her laughing bridegroom, put down over the bench and held there until not a girl but a married, fucked, cherished woman rose from it when at last her husband allowed her to rise from the terrible ordeal of his pleasure.

“Yes,” she whispered. “So why…?”

“They will bind you to the fucking bench because they must show the tribe that they will enforce your obedience when necessary. They do not expect that you will try to escape from the necessity of taking Pag’s cock in your mouth, your cunt, and your bottom. No woman of the Trestrimar would ever try to escape. They will bind you in place for fucking because
you
, the bride, must learn that a married woman of the Trestrimar belongs to her eldest husband, and may not refuse him his cock’s pleasure, when the hardness comes upon him and he wishes to be inside her. That is why Pag will ask you whether you wish to be tied tightly.”

Now, on the platform, she thought she finally understood. “Tie me tightly, sir,” she said, softly. “I belong to you, and I want to know that I will not be able to deny your cock any pleasure of me.”

Still in the veil that seemed to her somehow to make her more naked than she would be when at last they returned her to the nudity of the rest of the women here in her new home, they laid Jalinda over the bench. One leather strap went over her waist, and she shuddered as she felt it buckled so tightly that now she really could not move her bottom at all. Pag truly would be able simply to have her there, her quim and her well-trained secret blossom at the ready, just as he liked and for as long as he liked.

Two more straps around her knees, the veil drawn up to her thighs and made taut over her buttocks as they fastened her, so that Jalinda felt sure that even through the fabric the guests could see the pout of the quim Pag would deflower and the way her training belt claimed the bottom-hole in which he would finish his pleasure on this sacred day.

Straps for her forearms and her wrists. She would not be able even to hold the little pouch under Pag’s cock the way Yora had taught her men liked so much, when a girl had to have her face fucked.

Then, the frightening one: the one that had made her hesitate in Pag’s arms though she had felt almost sure she would ask to be bound tightly. The strap went around her neck, over the veil, which would prevent it from chafing. She had a terrible moment of irrational fear, coupled with an even more dismaying, confusing gush of arousal, that they would draw it so tight she couldn’t breathe, but they did not really tighten it all that much; only enough to render her upturned face, at the very end of the bench and turned away from the guests, completely motionless and ready for Pag’s pleasures.

She could not see him for long moments, as Hed, Kar, and their cousins got her ready on the bench. She wanted to see him; to see his face and that look upon it with which he had smiled down upon her only a minute before, when he had asked her about how tightly she wanted to be bound to the fucking bench. Happiness, but also hunger, and the will to use his young bride’s little body until she cried out for her defloration to end, but it didn’t end because he wanted much more pleasure from her, and only his pleasure mattered.

Then a part that she had forgotten Yora had mentioned began. From behind her, Hed said, loudly enough for all the guests to hear, “Look at that sweet cunt. You can see she’s wet even through her veil! Pag will have a fine ride here on the bench!”

Laughter and cheers.

Kar said, “Look at that sweet rump, in training for Pag’s cock. What a lucky bastard, to be the first inside it!”

The oldest cousin said, “Pag, what are you waiting for? Is it not time to fuck?”

Another cousin: “Fuck that mouth, Pag! Teach her what a girl’s mouth is good for!”

Then, general shouts, from all the men, “Fuck the bride! Fuck the bride!”

Then, the first elder: “You may fuck the bride.”

Jalinda thought for a moment that she had lost consciousness and begun to hallucinate. She certainly felt faint; her head spun and seemed to rise above herself to look down at the bride in the transparent blue veil, bound down to the bench by leather straps. Her whole body felt like it had caught fire, and the fire centered in her quim, where the bawdy talk, to her shame, was making her wetness drip down until she thought there must be a wet spot on the white cloth that covered the bench, which soon would bear a much more visible mark.

At last Pag came into view in front of her, looming above her, himself now entirely naked and holding his enormous cock in his left hand. With the back of the knuckles of his right hand, he stroked her cheek gently, as Jalinda tried to muster a brave smile. He looked down with a grave, almost angry expression.

Then he turned his gaze upwards and beyond her, to the guests Jalinda could not see, but who could see her most private places, exposed and bound ready for her bridegroom’s use. “I cherish my bride,” Pag proclaimed. “That is why I will use her for my pleasure in front of you all, now, so that you see my love and my resolve to demand my rights of her: to satisfy my wish to fuck and her need for cock.”

Jalinda trembled as he let go of his cock, then, and with the thumbs of both hands he tore the veil where it covered her face, then pulled it away from her whole head. The guests gave an audible gasp, perhaps—Jalinda supposed—because of the way it revealed her flaming red hair, bound simply at her neck with a golden hairpin, and a round of applause rippled through the assembly on the green.

Yora had told her that Jalinda would hear the sounds of fucking behind her, as she herself was fucked, and that she should of course take those sounds as a compliment to her beauty and the way Pag’s use of her aroused the men of the Trestrimar. Now she heard an unfamiliar man’s voice say, “On your knees, girl,” and, from another direction, the wet sounds of an already well-filled mouth.

She had never thought, even as a captive in the Women’s Tower on Vion 4, as she began to understand what it was that men wanted of women, and warriors of all kinds seemed to want in a rougher fashion than the men she had known growing up on peaceful Sherdon, that it might inflame her so thoroughly to hear other girls being used for men’s pleasure. She would never have even imagined that it would make her quim burn that her own new husband, in the sight of his guests as they fucked their own women, would not delay to enjoy his bride; that he would plunge his own cock inside her mouth, seeking the back of her throat and taking advantage of the little training Jalinda already had to enjoy himself to the fullest.

“Good girl,” Pag murmured. “That feels nice. So nice. Your mouth is coming along so nicely. You’re doing so well.” Then, when the degradation almost seemed too much, “I love you, Jalinda. It’s time.”

He pulled his cock out of her mouth. “Kiss it,” he said, presenting it to her lips and once again stroking her now unveiled cheeks. She focused her eyes on the sight that seemed so shameful and so wonderful at the same time: the head, with the little eye, where a tiny bit of the sticky stuff that came out before the seed spurted glistened. She pursed her lips and kissed, keeping her eyes turned respectfully down, so that she could see only the wiry nest of his masculine hair, so different from the bareness that women must maintain there, to show that they might have no secrets, but must display all their private charms to the men to whom they belonged.

“Look at me, sweetling,” he said, and she raised her eyes to see him smiling down at her. “While I fuck you, in your cunt and then in your bottom, remember that my brothers and I will care for you, for the rest of your days.” Then he bent down and kissed her mouth for the very first time, as the guests applauded. Jalinda thought she might truly faint then, for the unexpected, delicate pleasure, after the hard service Pag had enforced on her mouth, overwhelmed her senses.

Then the kiss was over and Pag had taken his place behind her, and now he put both hands through the stuff of the veil and rent it completely to ruins, to the cheers of the assembly as Jalinda’s quim and bottom finally returned to their proper state of nudity.