Breaking Brandi (12 page)

Slowly, the shaft was pulled from her
body.

The warmth of her release vanished as
abruptly as the shaft was pulled from her for she knew her ordeal
had only just begun. She waited in tense dread for the next assault
upon her senses.

When her body had cooled completely, she
felt fingers tugging at the lips of her sex. A heated, round-tipped
shaft spread the mouth of her channel. Her belly clenched in
resistance as it was pushed deeply inside of her. After a few
moments, the tongue began stroking her flesh again, bringing her to
heat. This time, however, instead of feeling a mouth and sharp
teeth on her breast as she began to tremble with release, fingers
pulled her nether lips back and she felt the hot, rough stroke of
the tongue on her clit. The fourth stroke brought her to a
shattering orgasm.

Weak as she was after two hard climaxes,
dread filled her when she felt the shaft removed. A few moments
later, she was stretched wide to receive an even larger shaft. She
panted as it was forced slowly inside of her, stretching her until
her muscles quivered and cramped painfully around it. The rough
stroking of the tongue began almost at once. Her body responded
with reluctance, tense from the probing shaft. The caresses became
more and more insistent, demanding a response. The stroking of the
tongue ceased and her breasts were sucked into a hot mouth, teased
unmercifully until her body began to quake in nearly painful spasms
around the hard lance stretching her passage.

She was left to rest while her body cooled.
All too soon, she felt the touch on her sex again. She fought the
suffocating terror that filled her as she felt the size of the
thing they wedged into her opening, telling herself it was no
bigger than the stone demon’s cock, that her body would adjust.

She didn’t know whether it was or not, but
she realized very quickly that if it wasn’t, she’d forgotten more
of the experience than she realized. She was weeping by the time
they’d forced it inside of her.

Despite the pain, relief filled her as the
manacles were removed from her wrists, for she knew, hoped, it
meant that she would not have to endure having anything bigger
forced inside of her. A moment later, her thighs were released and
her legs lowered. As the weight of her body shoved the enormous
thing more deeply inside of her, she uttered a choked gasp.

Her feet touched--nothing. Her whole body
rested on the hard shaft as her arms were bent behind her back and
her wrists bound together and for many moments her mind was so
clouded with red hot pain that she could not even think. As the
pain began to subside, she realized her buttocks were resting on
something hot and covered with hair.

She was not even vaguely curious to know
what it was, however. She could think of nothing but the huge, hot
thing inside of her, stretching her to the point of pain until she
could only pant for breath, couldn’t seem to fill her lungs. So
long as she remained perfectly still, her body merely pulsed and
throbbed on the edge of pain. The slightest shifting dug the thing
deeper and sent a new wave of agony through her.

When the stroking began, she fought to close
her mind from it. After a few minutes, however, the tenor of the
caresses changed to a demand. The sharp teeth clamped over her
flesh, bearing down just hard enough to promise suffering if she
resisted. Her nipples were stimulated with the heat and adhesion of
a hot mouth, the abrasion of the rough tongue until she began to
pant and moan with rising need and moisture flooded her
passage.

The need rose and fell, climbing until she
felt close to release, then dropping from under her when the
muscles of her sex clamped painfully around the thing that yielded
not at all.

The fondling moved down her belly. The
fleshy lips of her sex were pulled back and the tongue began
stroking her clit. She could not hold back the rising tide of fire
inside of her then. Within moments, her body was scaling the
heights, flying off the edge in a wracking orgasm that drew a sharp
cry from her throat.

She’d barely caught her breath when the
stroking began again, wringing a response from her, forcing her
body to explode in ecstasy. Even as the last tremors of release
shuddered through her, it began again.

She began to hope for unconsciousness as her
body was wracked over and over by climactic seizures until she was
exhausted, trembling all over. It did not come to her rescue, but
weariness eventually did. When she’d reached the point where her
body simply ceased to respond with more than a twitch, she was
pulled from the hard shaft and borne away.

The hood was removed when she had been taken
to a small cell. She was left to attend her needs and rest. She
managed to choke down a few bites of the food that was left for
her, but she felt no hunger, only complete and utter exhaustion.
Her entire body throbbed. Her sex pounded harder, clenching each
time her mind settled on the memory of that enormous thing that
she’d been impaled on. Despite that, exhaustion held the upper hand
and she slept. She was rested when they came for her again, but
tired still.

The hood was placed over her head once more
when she’d been prepared and she was taken to the offering chamber,
bound as she had been the day before. She should have learned long
since that the only thing that she could count on, ultimately, was
that she couldn’t count on anything. No matter how similar her
ordeal began, it always differed from what she expected.

Dread instantly filled her when they placed
the hood on her head, but so, too, did the half formed thought that
the tremendous, stone cock was something she would not have to face
at once. She was bound just as she had been the day before.

She began to get her first inkling that it
would not be the same when her sex was swathed with something
slick… and still she expected they would allow her to gradually
accept a larger and larger shaft. Instead, when her flesh was
pulled back, the frighteningly huge thing was forced into the
opening, the pressure relentless until she had been impaled on it
to the root. The lubricant helped them force it inside of her. It
did nothing to help her body adjust to the massive size of it.

She was sobbing by the time they ceased to
push it into her, her body spasming painfully around it. The pain
subsided after a few moments, because of a numbing heat that seemed
to radiate outward in every direction and finally began to leave
her as the hot stroke of the tongue moved over her body.

Tortuous hours seemed to pass in a heated,
mind numbing haze. She came to dread the touch of that rough
tongue, the sharp teeth and hot mouth almost as much as the thing
inside of her, for they forced her to climax over and over again
and each time she did the pitch of rapture was excruciating.

When she passed the point of exhaustion, she
was left pinioned on the shaft. All too soon, they began anew to
torment her. She realized after a while that the hood itself seemed
to prevent her from blacking out completely. Before, when she would
begin to gasp air in really quickly, blackness would begin to crowd
in around her. Now, no matter how desperately she gasped, oblivion
eluded her.

That was enough in itself to make her want
to rip it away.

In time, it filtered through the haze of her
exhaustion that the ritual didn’t seem to have summoned
Nhewa—although ‘he’ had supposedly appeared every other time.

Was she wrong in thinking that was the
objective? To summon their god to partake of carnal pleasures?

Had he decided not to take the offering? Had
she failed to please him?

Fear tickled at the back of her mind, but
she was in far too much distress for it to overtake her. When she
had rested a second time, they began again and she felt like
weeping. Her body was no longer her own, however. It responded with
or without her consent, no matter how tired she grew, no matter how
sated she was. Her body responded to the determined stimulus even
when she thought she couldn’t anymore.

At last she reached the point where her
throat was so raw from screaming that she couldn’t even make sound
anymore, when her body had climaxed until it merely quivered. The
torment stopped. The hood was removed. Slowly, as her bindings were
released, her eyes adjusted to the light in the room.

Beneath her was the man beast Nhewa, not a
likeness wrought from stone that she realized had greeted her at
the entrance of every temple, the beast himself. His lower body was
strongly reminiscent of a ram, his upper body that of a man.

His head—it looked like nothing so much as
the face and head of a lion—certainly feline.

It was ‘high priest’ she realized, who’d
announced their ‘treachery’ and punishment and torn Ulrich’s back
to shreds with that horrible whip.

He grinned at her and sat up. Wrapping his
arms around her, he thrust his tongue from his mouth and dragged it
along the side of her neck. A shiver went through her as she felt
the roughness of it, her mind simply refusing to accept for many
moments that she had been pinned astride him for nigh two days,
that it had been his mouth, his tongue—his cock that had brought
her to such ecstasy that she’d thought she would die of it.

After a moment, he lifted her from his cock,
caught her against his chest and stood. She was too weak with
exhaustion even to feel fear. She hung limply in his arms as he
strode across the chamber. When he stopped, she glanced around
vaguely, wondering why.

Ulrick, she saw, was chained to the wall so
that he could watch as Nhewa pleasured himself with her—as Nhewa
dragged cries of pleasure from her. For an instant, she thought she
saw a flicker of rage and hate in his eyes as he faced Nhewa, but
it was gone so quickly she wasn’t certain of it.

“Go. We will hope that you have learned your
lesson. I may return the woman to you when I am done with her,”
Nhewa growled. “Or not, but it is for me to decide.”

To Brandi’s relief, she fainted dead
away.

She swam upward toward awareness after a
time, but she fought it until she sank into exhausted slumber. When
finally she awoke, she saw that she was staring up at a vaulted
ceiling. She lay still, allowing her gaze to encompass the room she
found herself in.

It looked like a cavernous bedchamber. She
was lying upon a bed.

She felt a tug on her clit and nipple rings
and glanced down to discover a chain had been threaded through them
once more. Her gaze followed the chain to the hand that held it.
Nhewa was studying her through narrowed, feline eyes. “Come here,
my pretty, and mount me,” he said in a rumbling growl.

Brandi swallowed convulsively, glancing at
his erect cock and the gleaming wetness that coated it. Finally,
she rolled over, crawling to him on her knees. Her heart was in her
throat as she studied the monolith, trying to figure out how, and
if, she could take it inside of her when it had been forced inside
of her before. Finally, she simply straddled his belly. He lifted
her, perching her on top of it.

She put her fingers between her legs,
spreading herself so that he could push the head of his cock into
the mouth of her passage. Her body objected, but the slickness
coating his shaft, and the pressure as he bore down on her defied
the resistance. She squeezed her eyes shut as he seemed to fill her
beyond capacity, panting as she tried to catch her breath when he’d
ceased at last to force her over his rigid member and she’d sank
fully upon him.

Finally, as the discomfort eased, she opened
her eyes. She saw that he was watching her expectantly. When she
did not move at once, he tugged on the chain. Dragging in a
shuddering breath, she lifted away from him and pushed down again.
His eyes began to glaze with pleasure as she moved over him. After
a moment, he sat up, flicking at one of her nipple rings. A shaft
of pleasure arched through her at the touch and her muscles
clenched around his hard shaft.

“These are pretty things,” he murmured,
flicking at the other ring. “How clever of the priests to adorn our
pretties.”

His mouth covered her entire breast. She
jerked reflexively as she felt the prick of his sharp teeth, but as
his mouth closed around her breast and he began to suck her, her
entire focus became centered on the pleasure. She began to move up
and down his shaft faster as her body heated toward culmination,
spurred by his thorough attention to first one breast and then the
other.

Suddenly, she felt his cock jerk. The
movement sent her over the edge. He growled a long, rumbling growl
as his body convulsed with ecstasy. He lay back when the shudders
abated, studying her once more through narrowed eyes. Brandi held
herself upright with an effort, struggling to catch her breath.

His hands moved from her hips to her thighs,
stroking them for several moments before he skated his hands
upward, following the curve of her hips and waist until he had
cupped her breasts. He kneaded them for several moments before he
moved his hands to her back. Slipping one down to her buttocks, he
sat up, turned and laid her on the bed.

Gripping her hips, he began to pump his cock
in and out of her, slowly at first, but quickly increasing the pace
until he was slamming into her painfully. She came, uttering a
hoarse cry. He did not. He continued to pump into her until her
body convulsed yet again before he followed her.

To her relief, he pulled his cock from
her.

“Rest,” he growled. “I would not like to
break my pretty so soon.”

If she hadn’t been so exhausted, the command
would have terrorized her, but she was well beyond fear. Sometime
later, as she drifted toward awareness once more, it was with the
feel of his tongue in her cunt. Reflexively, she tried to close her
legs. He placed his hands on her thighs, holding them against the
bed, and continued to lap at the walls of her passage as if feeding
off of her. Her belly clenched at the rough stroke of his tongue.
It brought her to crisis within moments, but she discovered very
quickly that that hadn’t been the objective. He continued to lap at
her until she would’ve screamed if she’d been able to force the
noise past her raw throat. She came again. Her body had already
begun to quake in a third wracking climax when he withdrew his
tongue from her passage and fastened his mouth over her clit,
sucking and lathing it with his rough tongue. He lingered over it,
feasting off of her until her body was convulsing almost endlessly
and she blacked out from the overload to her senses.