by Jena Cryer
She was so alive.
Her head lolled back against the chest of the bull behind her. She blinked up at the monster who was grinding into her rectum. Samson. It was Samson. He thrust into her so hard her breath caught in her throat, and when he jerked back her hair to nibble at her bare throat, she knew she was lost for sure.
As if you ever even had a chance.
More banging rumbled up from beyond the door, but she couldn’t focus on it. She couldn’t focus on anything but the twin cocks grinding through her insides. Oh, God, it felt so good. The pain added to the pleasure so deliciously. She hadn’t had anal in so long, and the last time…the last time…
A roar erupted from behind her. Strong hands grabbed her by the arm. She jerked to the left. When she opened her eyes, Achilles was prying her from between the other bulls.
No, she wanted to say. No, I need this so bad. It’s what I deserve.
But all that came out was a strangled gasp.
She didn’t have to worry about fighting to keep her spot, though. Goliath tightened his grip around her waist. Samson dug his fingers into her hair. The two of them growled back at Achilles, but the smaller bull wouldn’t give up his piece of the spoils. He pulled at her arm until she screamed. She could already feel the bruises forming beneath his fingers, and her shoulder… Just one more tug, and she was sure it’d be ripped from its socket.
Again.
Memories of Matthew and the basement and the box popped into her mind, and she panicked. Oh, God, this wasn’t what she wanted. This wasn’t what she wanted at all.
She squealed and kicked and fought but the men taking her were made of stone. They didn’t even acknowledge her pathetic resistance. Just when she thought her arm was sure to be torn loose, Goliath released his grip on her just long enough to send a bone-shattering right cross straight into the smaller bull’s jaw.
A pop echoed through the room followed by a crash as Achilles collapsed into the shelves of milk behind him. Glass shattered. Milk splattered across the ground. When she looked down, the smaller bull was out cold, the right side of his jaw caved in while milk and blood mixed together across the frosty floor below.
But Goliath wasn’t done yet.
He threw a second punch at the bull still fucking Julia from behind. She gasped when Samson’s hand tugged at her hair, desperate to hold on to anything as he fell backwards, his manhood sliding from her rectum and a half-pained growl billowing up from his throat.
They’re about to fight. They’re about to fight, and you’re caught right in the middle of it.
She tried to get away, but even just one of Goliath’s arms was more than strong enough to pinion her to his chest. She shivered as his cock pulsed inside her and his heart beat just beneath her left ear.
They were going to tear her apart. There was no way around it.
All she could do was dig her fingers into Goliath’s meaty traps and hold on as he pummeled Samson into submission. Blood flew. It smeared across her cheek and shoulder but none of it was hers.
She cringed when she heard the crunch of a broken nose. Samson landed a single blow that opened a fountain of blood above Goliath’s left eyebrow, but the wound did nothing to slow the giant bull. Instead, he let loose a roar loud enough to shake Julia to the core. His hand was so big it nearly wrapped around her waist as he ripped her off his still-hardened cock and tossed her across the room.
She whimpered when she hit the floor, but any sound she made was lost beneath the fury of Goliath’s blood lust.
Look away, she told herself. You need to look away.
But she couldn’t.
It was like watching a nature documentary. Goliath, the alpha, the clear superior of the two, leapt atop his rival and pounded into him with everything he had. Samson didn’t stand a chance, and from the look on his face, Julia was sure he knew it.
Screams echoed through the freezer until slowly they dwindled to nothing more than wet crunches and grunts. Julia pressed her body against the side wall and shivered. Most of Samson’s body lay hidden behind the overturned table, but a single, bloody arm stretched out towards her. It bounced with each of Goliath’s punches until finally the giant let out one last, feral roar, and everything went still.
When he stood, blood stained his torso and hands. He turned towards her, and the savagery in her eyes was fiercer than ever before.
Moisture coated her pussy despite her growing fear.
“Please,” she managed to whisper, but he didn’t wait for her to say more.
He grabbed her by the hair. He shoved her face into the floor before digging his fingers into her hips and mounting her from behind.
She squealed when he entered her again, but within seconds her baser instincts took over. She thrust her hips into his. She moaned and panted and drove her breasts into the frigid floor until milk shot from her teats and coated steel panels beneath her.
Oh, God, she really was an animal, and so was he.
His seed shot into her once more, and the surge of warmth was enough to drive her over the edge.
Dear God, it was so good, so very, very good.
She expected him to go soft, but he didn’t. She didn’t even know if he could. He just rode her over and over again, forcing her into one orgasm after the next until she was nothing but a pathetic, mewling beast.
And that’s all he needed her to be.
She didn’t try to fight any longer. The pleasure came so easily now. All she had to do was give in and let it pull her under. All she had to do was just submit, and she would be the perfect little whore Matthew had always wanted.
Her head listed to the floor.
She didn’t have enough strength left to hold herself up. Every one of Goliath’s thrusts sent her face scraping across the icy ground, but she didn’t care. She deserved it. She deserved whatever this beast did to her because she was a beast, too, and beasts deserved to be punished.
After what felt like hours, Goliath pulled himself out of her.
His manhood, still hard but not nearly as rigid as it had been when he first took her, dug into her spine as he pulled her into his lap. He held her like a doll. He fondled her breasts. He ran his giant hands across her semen- and milk-encrusted skin. He looked down at her body like a child unsure of what to do next, and all she could do was blink up at him with exhausted eyes.
“Please,” she whispered. “I need…”
But she didn’t know what she needed.
More sex? Her body couldn’t handle any more. Already hot moisture pooled between her legs, and she couldn’t say if it was from leftover arousal or internal damage. Either one seemed deadly enough in its own right, though if she had to guess, she figured she would lose her soul long before she lost her body.
Or maybe she needed to leave, but if so, where could she go? Back to her stall? She was an animal, after all. Maybe that’s where she belonged. Or perhaps she’d rather leave the dairy entirely. She could put his lordship and all the rest of his sick little perversions behind her. She could go back to pretending she was a normal girl with normal needs and a normal past. She could live the lie she always wanted.
But a lie was a hollow death in itself.
For the first time, tears slid down her cheeks. She didn’t know exactly why she was crying, but now that she’d started she couldn’t stop. Sobs billowed up from her throat. Her whole body shook and trembled in the giant’s arms.
She heard the beast growl before she caught the anger that passed over Goliath’s face. She had no idea why but for some reason her tears provoked the giant’s wrath even more than Samson’s punches. He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her hard. When she still didn’t stop, he slammed her back into the wall behind her and growled.
“Stop!” he screamed into her face. “Stop!”
It was the first word he’d said to her, but his order was impossible to follow. The more he threatened her, scared her, aroused her, the harder she sobbed and the angrier he became.
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sp; “Tears bad,” he told her. “Stop.”
She shook her head. She tried to tell him she was trying, but her sobs choked away all words. Over and over again he slammed her into the frigid wall until her head ache and her back felt permanently bruised.
When she still didn’t obey, he placed one giant hand over her face and pressed down hard.
Julia’s eyes popped open.
She struggled to breathe, but the giant’s palm blocked off her air supply. She tore at his arm, but he didn’t let go. He just growled as tears ran down her face and slowly, painfully slowly, her world grew dark at the edges.
This is it. You really fucked up this time. You lost control, and now just look at you. Killed by a brute in a freezer. Wouldn’t Momma be proud?
Just when she felt death’s fingers prying at last shreds of her soul, a crash echoed through the room. Goliath’s hands left her a second later, and she sucked in one deep, chilling lungful after the next.
Alive. You’re alive.
But for how long?
She looked up, and there above her stood Lord Ashe. Her heart tightened when she saw him staring down the giant bull.
She squeezed her eyes shut. All for nothing. Everything she had done was for nothing.
She’d wanted to save his lordship from these monsters, but instead she’d lured him into an even worse arena than the one in the barn. The room was cramped, narrow. There was no space to move, and as soon as they went to the floor, she had no doubt his lordship would end up just like Samson.
She sobbed even harder.
Metal crashed behind her. Glass shattered. Labored breathing filled the room, followed by the meaty smack of flesh against flesh.
She curled into a ball.
She couldn’t tell if seconds, minutes, or maybe even hours had passed before everything finally went still. Too scared to open her eyes, she shied away as soon as a hand touched her back.
“Jewel? Are you all right?”
Slowly, she opened her eyes.
Her breath caught as soon as she saw his lordship leaning over her. His hair fell wildly about his forehead. Blood coated his jaw and neck, though she couldn’t tell whether or not it was his. Behind him, Goliath’s giant body lay immobile and unconscious across the floor.
She was sure the shock on her face had to be priceless.
His lordship swept her hair behind one ear. “You really must give me more credit, my dear. I’m more than capable of subduing a single bull.”
His smile was what undid her.
With the last of her strength, she threw herself into his arms and sobbed against his chest. His lordship didn’t push her away. He held her close, almost as if she was still human, and whispered soft shushing sounds while others rushed in to offer assistance.
“Oh, my God!” Lady Sybil cried. “My bulls. What did you do to my precious bulls?”
Julia heard the woman fussing over her prized pets. Dr. Polliver came in behind her. He checked each body before moving on to the next.
From what he said, none were dead at least. Samson was close. His beating from Goliath had nearly been the end of him, but he still had a pulse. Achilles had a broken jaw and concussion. And Goliath…
“You broke his back!” Lady Sybil screamed. “Sweet Lord, Brother, do you not know what this bull is worth. I planned to put him to stud. Why, if we’d bred him with your little Jewel, just imagine the offspring.”
Julia’s mouth went dry when she heard the word “offspring,” and she shook even harder.
I’m only here for a week. I’m only here for a week. I’m only here for a week.
With each passing day the lie grew harder to swallow.
“That’s enough, Sybil,” his lordship said. “My Jewel isn’t to be bred with anyone, least of all one of your monsters.”
“They aren’t monsters,” Lady Sybil said. “They’re prize breeding stock.”
“They’re beasts that should have been properly restrained, which I was assured you would make certain of when I agreed to let you house them on my property.”
“But I did,” his sister said. “I checked each of their pens myself. The cells were solid. Not even Goliath could have broken out unless someone released him, and who would ever be foolish enough to do a thing like that?”
“Who indeed,” his lordship muttered. “Doctor, if you would be so kind as to come with me.”
Lord Ashe lifted Julia into his arms. He carried her out of the refrigeration unit and back into the barn. Lady Sybil screeched about needing the doctor for her bulls, but one look from his lordship was enough to shut her up.
“He’ll see to my Jewel first. Then he can deal with your monstrosities.”
From the look on her face, Lady Sybil knew better than to argue.
Julia’s heart still raced and her muscles jumped against her skin, but his lordship’s embrace calmed her more than she would have ever imagined possible. She burrowed her face into the crook of Lord Ashe’s neck. She dug her fingers into the fabric of his shirt even as he settled her onto the floor and the doctor began his examination.
Especially as the doctor began his examination.
Memories of Matthew and their time together mixed with the present. The doctor parted her legs, but it was her former fiancé’s fingers she felt probing her nether regions. Her tears fell. His lordship cradled her against his body. He stroked her hair gently while whispering a steady string of soft, comforting words.
She couldn’t focus on everything he said, but her lord’s voice kept her grounded in the present just long enough to rebury the memories of her past.
And did they ever need to be buried.
Only the rarest of sobs erupted from her throat when the doctor finally patted her thigh and said he was done. “No lasting harm,” he said. “Just a few bruises, but otherwise she’ll be fine for work in the morning.”
His words made sense even if they didn’t match the pain now radiating through her body. She was spent. All she wanted was to curl up into a tiny ball and pretend nothing had ever happened, but the look on his lordship’s face was far too tense to let her relax.
He dismissed the doctor with a nod then barked out an order for a basin of water to be brought to her stall. He offered no “thank-you.” He said no words at all while he cleaned the semen and milk and blood from her body. His tenderness had dried up with his voice, and with each passing moment her nervousness grew.
Was she in trouble? Did she do something wrong? She’d only meant to help, but maybe his lordship hadn’t seen it that way. She’d undermined his authority. She’d offered her body to a trio of monsters—not that she’d wanted to, of course, but she’d done it all the same. And even worse, at one point, she’d liked it.
She shivered.
His lordship had just finished cleaning the last flecks of semen out of her hair when she finally summoned up the courage to speak.
“Are you mad?”
His face was stoic. “I’m certainly not pleased.”
Her chest tightened.
“I’m sorry,” she said in such a low voice she could barely hear the words. “I didn’t mean to be bad.”
His hand froze.
Her mind played tricks on her. For a moment, maybe a second at most, Matthew was the man holding her in his arms. His lips quirked into the same malicious grin she’d grown all too accustomed to seeing.
She shook even harder.
“Please don’t punish me,” she said before she could stop herself. “I won’t do it again. I won’t speak. I won’t be bad. I’ll be whatever you want me to be, Matthew. Please, just don’t hurt me.”
She squeezed her eyes shut and drew her hands over her face. She knew she needed to calm down, but she couldn’t. The aftermath of everything that had happened was just too much. They’d dredged up more memories than she could deal with, and if something didn’t happen soon, she didn’t think her sanity could last much longer.
Strong hands pulled her arms away from her face. A si
ngle thumb tipped back her chin.
“Open your eyes.”
She obeyed automatically.
Above her, his lordship stared down at her in stoic appraisal.
“Who am I?” he asked.
She choked back a sob. “Lord…Lord Ashe.”
He nodded.
“And have I ever hurt you?”
Her massive breasts heaved against her chest. He’d given her those. He’d turned her into his perverted dairy cow, but he hadn’t hurt her. No, he’d done everything but that.
“Jewel,” he said when she didn’t respond. “Answer me. Have I hurt you?”
She shook her head.
“Do you think I ever will hurt you?”
Again, she shook her head.
“Just because I’m upset does not mean I’m upset with you.” He took a deep breath. “Though you did certainly give me reason. Tell me, just what were you thinking when you ran off as you did?”
Julia bit her lip.
“Don’t play coy with me, my little cow. My sister might not wish to hear you speak, but I do.”
Julia licked her lips. Just knowing his lordship cared what she thought—in this matter, if nothing else—lit a spark inside her that she didn’t care much to think about.
“I don’t know. I just…wanted to do something.”
His eyes narrowed. “You wanted to get killed, you mean.”
“No,” she said quickly. “I mean…I just thought it’d be better me than you.”
He didn’t speak. He just stared down at her while she fidgeted in his arms.
Stupid, so stupid, a voice whispered in the back of her mind. You’ve just let him know you care about him. He’ll use that to manipulate you, just like Matthew did.
But maybe she didn’t care if he manipulated her. Maybe she wanted him to. Maybe…
“From now on you will follow my orders without question, am I understood?”
She nodded quickly.
“I promised to protect you, and I will endeavor to do so, but I can only succeed so long as you place the same value on your life that I do.”