by Black, Jaid
Nicoletta swallowed roughly as she watched two males gaze hungrily at her nipples, nipples that were kept perpetually swollen and stiff from the rings she’d worn on them since the day Abdul had purchased her. She was not surprised when both of the men’s mouths dove for a nipple, their lips latching around them and greedily sucking. The expressions on their faces were of bliss, of finally experiencing a wondrous sensation neither man had ever thought they would know.
Ah gods, Nicoletta thought, her breathing growing labored. These males will not let me go without a fight. Perhaps to the death.
She could only pray to Cyrus she was wrong and that these males had seen and been with real women before. If she was their first and last hope at obtaining a communal wife…
She briefly closed her eyes, terror lancing through her. If these five brothers wished to make her their communal wife, the consequence of that didn’t bear dwelling upon. Escaping one husband had taken her twenty-five years. Escaping five? Sweet Cyrus, Nicoletta thought, her heart wrenching, she’d never be free.
“When’ll the fuckin’ Holyman get here?” one of the brothers mumbled from around her clit. “I want inside her bad.”
Nicoletta winced. Oh no…no, no, no! They were calling for an Officiator, for a male they believed to be sanctioned of Cyrus to perform the rite of marriage. In other words, they needed someone with knowledge of metals and brandings in order to remove the nipple rings she currently wore and replace them with their own—as well as to attempt to conceal the brand of Kan on her right buttock with the seal of their lineage.
“Dunno.” One of the brothers with a nipple in his mouth let it pop out long enough to answer. “I already done paid twenty-five lizards to the Commune for her, though.”
Nicoletta didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, be insulted, or all of the above. Perversely, it was insult that won out. Her nostrils flared from above the gag as she considered the ugly truth that her worth this go-around was but twenty-five lizards. Twenty-five lizards! It was a far cry from the half-million yen Abdul had paid unto her sire. She cursed muffled Italian atrocities at the disgusting brothers from behind the gag, but they paid her no heed at all.
“I’ll go see what’s keepin’ him,” the youngest-looking of the brothers muttered as he stood up and stomped off. “Sweet Cyrus, my poker is hard. He best hurry up.”
For the next fifteen minutes, the four remaining brothers took turns licking and sucking all over her intimate parts. Nicoletta felt disgusted by her traitorous body for responding, even realizing as she did that the unwanted arousal was a perfectly natural reaction to having her clit and nipples licked, kissed, and suckled. She knew as much, yet she still despised the dampness between her legs.
The eldest brother took her entire pussy into his mouth and sucked hard. Nicoletta whimpered from behind the gag, her already stiff nipples growing impossibly stiffer.
The brothers sucked harder. Her tits. Her cunt. A finger in her asshole. Their appreciative moans reverberated within the earthen chamber as they sucked harder, and harder, and—
Nicoletta groaned loudly from behind the gag, her body involuntarily bucking up as she came. Blood rushed to her face, heating it. Blood rushed to her nipples and clit, making them extraordinarily sensitive. She cried from behind the gag as they sucked even harder, the feeling painful with her body as sensitive as it was.
“Sweet Cyrus,” one brother muttered. “I wanna poke her bad.”
The brother sucking from her left nipple moaned his agreement. He released the pink nipple with a popping sound then flicked it around with his forefinger and stared at it, his elbow propping him up.
“He’s on his way!” the fifth brother announced between pants as he ran back into the earthen chamber. “Cut her loose so he can work on them nipple rings!”
No—please no!
An ear-shattering growl reverberated throughout the Underground, the sound snaring everyone’s undivided attention. The brothers stilled.
Something was coming, Nicoletta thought, terrified. Something with a growl eerily similar to that of a sub-human…
No! That wasn’t possible. This wasn’t the first Underground catacomb she’d seen since fleeing from her now-deceased husband. The Outlaws always kept the series of tunnels and chambers sealed off from the predators that dwelled in the jungles. The two species lived as though they’d declared an unspoken, shared tenant: man ruled the caves, man-beast ruled the jungles. How would a sub-human break in? Why would one even try?
The growling sound grew closer, deadlier. She hysterically noted that none of the brothers were armed with flash-sticks. Ah gods, they’d all be made a meal of by the monster. They were all as good as dead!
The brothers cut her legs loose, her arms and mouth still bound, and jerked her up to her feet. “Let’s go!” one of the brothers bellowed as he pushed Nicoletta out of the cavern and into the corridor opposite the one from the growling sound. “Move, wench!” he angrily warned when she struggled with him. He carried the ashen look of a man who knew death was coming. “Move or I leave you here to die,” he rasped.
The attack came without warning—a gruesome bloodbath straight out of a nightmare. In shock, Nicoletta backed up, not stopping until the barrier of a muddy wall prevented further movement. Her heart pounded in her ears. Her haunted eyes stared unblinking as she watched the creature kill off its second victim.
Run! For the love of the ancient saints—run!
The beast whipped its head around. Its crimson-red gaze snared hers.
Nicoletta’s eyes widened. Her face drained of color and her blood ran cold as she got her first good look at its face.
It had found her. That…that…thing that had kidnapped her as she’d searched for Nellie—that thing that had dragged her into its jungle lair and mounted her body for two days and nights.
That thing that had done its damnedest to impregnate her.
It had come back…
For her.
Nicoletta opened her mouth to scream, only then recalling she was still gagged. Run, you idiot! While its attention is turned on the brothers—sweet Kalast, Nica, run!
Finally—finally—her feet cooperated. Ignoring the sickening sound of tortured death screams, Nicoletta fled from the catacombs as fast as her feet would carry her. Faster! she mentally prodded herself, fear feeding her adrenaline. She refused to look back, refused to know if the man-beast was closing in on her. Her naked breasts bobbed up and down as she ran—faster and faster and faster.
Faster! Faster! Faster!
Missing her footing, she fell to her knees, roughly scraping them. She ignored the fire that shot through them as she wrenched herself back up, her hands still bound before her, and continued running aimlessly through the jungle. Her heart pounded against her chest, perspiration soaked her forehead.
It was a solid hour before she stopped running, an hour before her body gave out and, exhausted, Nicoletta collapsed on the ground. You must get up. Her mouth and hands still bound, she attempted to force herself to her feet.
Ah gods she was so tired—too tired to stand up using only her leg muscles, she conceded between pants. But if she didn’t find some sort of shelter she knew she was as good as dead. If it didn’t find her, another sub-human would.
The fuck-doll of a demon or another one’s meal. She didn’t know which scenario she should hope for.
Her dark eyes narrowed as she spotted the entrance to a cave. She realized it might very well be the lair of a sub-human, but also knew there was a good chance it was not.
It’s your only hope. Go, Nica…
With the last bit of energy she had left to expend, Nicoletta used her elbows to crawl into the cave. It was dark, it was cold, but it was also, thank the ancient saints, empty.
She whimpered as she fell back down. Please, Nellie, find mama, she silently begged. Her eyes slowly drifted close. Please find me.
Chapter 4
“You are never—never!—to look at another man, let al
one flirt with one!”
His eyes were wild, frightening. The rage consuming him was unlike anything Nicoletta had ever seen. Ice-cold fear seized her as he forced her over his knee and spanked her hard.
“Do you hear Me?” he bellowed, his hand striking her bare ass over and over again.
“Stop!” she cried, the pain overwhelming as he struck her a fifth time. “Ah gods, Master—no more!”
“Do you hear Me?” he raged, smacking her impossibly harder.
She refused to answer. She lay there suspended over his knee, sobbing like a child as he repeatedly spanked her again and again.
“Stop,” she gasped, feeling close to fainting from the pain of it. “Please…”
Abdul growled as he spanked her harder, his rage at a crescendo. When finally he was finished, he yanked her up from over his knee and jerked her to her feet.
“I asked you a question!” he bellowed, his jaw as tense as his eyes were wild. “You are never to flirt. Did you hear Me?” he howled.
Her nostrils flared as she struggled to stand. “No,” she panted. Momentary fear showed in her eyes as he grabbed her by the shoulders, his fingers painfully digging in there, but she controlled it. “You took a third wife,” she ground out, her anger as tangible as his. “How could You do that to me? How! I hate her!” she cried, tears welling up in her eyes. “And I hate You!”
“Thank the gods!” he raged back, shaking her by the shoulders. His fury was all-consuming, over-powering. “I don’t want your love,” he hissed as tears rolled down her cheeks. “Now get into the bed!”
“Never!” she cried, tears of heartbreak flowing freely.
She had prayed to Cyrus for a happy marriage. She had forsaken her plans to run from the moment they’d been joined because she’d foolishly believed Abdul’s love for her was as powerful as her love for him. But that love didn’t exist—it never had. And now, two years later, all she wanted was to leave him. She wanted to be free.
Nicoletta broke away from his hold, her eyes blazing with anger, with hatred, with hurt and betrayal. She straightened her shoulders as her gaze penetrated his.
“Force me if You must,” she said icily, the venom in her voice barely controlled, “because I vow to You that I will never again willingly seek Your bed…” If looks were lethal, the god of death would have claimed him then and there. “Never.”
She awoke to the sound of an eerily familiar growl, a low keening sound that reverberated throughout the cave as if to remind her she belonged to him…to it. Her heartbeat accelerating, Nicoletta shivered from where she lay naked on her belly. She was too afraid to turn her head and gaze upon the man-beast, though she knew it was there. She would recognize his growl and his scent anywhere.
She opened her mouth to scream, remembering when she couldn’t she was still gagged. Her heart sank in her chest, resignation settling in. There was no point in screaming anyway—nobody would rescue her. And even if someone tried, it would only kill the unfortunate for daring to come near her.
Good Cyrus above, why was this happening? Why!
Still on her belly, her head came up and snaked around to gaze upon the creature. It was there, just as she knew it would be, standing upright over her body as if guarding her or preparing to possess her—
Or both.
It walked upright like a man, it gazed upon her with the carnal hunger of a man…
But it was no man.
The haunting red eyes were like a demon’s, the heavy musculature like a superhuman’s. The serrated teeth were like something out of a nightmare, the vampiric nail on each finger sent chills coursing down her spine.
The creature growled low in its throat, baring its dagger-like teeth. The gray, death-like pallor of its skin lightened a fraction as its muscles corded and tensed. It looked like it was preparing to kill her…it should have killed her, Nicoletta knew. That’s what sub-humans did—it’s all they did. They hunted prey and they killed it. Why was this one different?
Why was she different?
Nicoletta forced herself up from her belly and onto her buttocks. Her hands were still bound before her, her mouth still gagged, but nothing signified. All she could do was simply stare at the beast, every question she’d ever entertained there in her eyes for it to see.
Why do you want me? Why will you not leave me alone? Why do you not kill me!
One hand came toward her, the fingernails sharp enough to slice her to ribbons. She tensed, her breasts heaving up and down as her eyes widened from above the gag. It was going for the vicinity of her face…ah gods, her jugular perhaps? No! No! No! No—
She gasped as a single fingernail sliced through the gag, unbinding her mouth. She stilled, too surprised to so much as breathe. Wisely, though, the beast made no move to unbind her hands, as if it knew that would better enable her to flee from him.
Maybe it did know, she considered as she stared into its strangely hypnotic eyes. After all, this creature had once been a man…
Another atrocity she could lay at Abdul’s feet. He had provided the human chattel Hierarchy scientists had experimented on. Had Master Kan not had an ample supply of prisoners to hand over like dogs in a madman’s lab, there would have been no depraved experiments and sub-humans would not exist—this creature that thought it owned her would not exist.
“Why me?” she whispered, her gaze searching the beast’s. Her heart pounded in her chest. Her breath caught. “I don’t understand…”
It growled again, its razor-sharp teeth prominent. She should have been frightened it meant to kill her, the only sane conclusion in an insane world. But this time Nicoletta recognized the sound for what it was: territoriality, domination…
Possession.
Keep him calm, Nica. Sweet Cyrus she felt close to fainting! Just keep him calm.
The growl deepened, reverberated in its throat.
Keep him calm.
“This is what you want?” she whispered.
Lying down on her back, she stretched her bound hands above her head and stared at the creature from between two large breasts capped off with stiff pink nipples. Its crimson eyes tracked each nuance of movement. She slowly spread her thighs open as far as they could go. “This?” she murmured.
The growl continued as it slowly came down to its knees, its jaw tensed and serrated teeth bared as if preparing to deliver a death-bite. Perspiration dotted her forehead, her breathing rate accelerated. She had no idea if it meant to kill her or fuck her.
His thick, hard cock and heavy-lidded gaze suggested the latter. This time, strange though it was, she was hoping for the latter.
“I-It’s all right,” Nicoletta whispered, her assured tone at odds with the ever-present hysteria that threatened to envelope her. “I-It’s all right.” She wiggled her fingers from above her head, reminding him she was bound, showing the creature with superhuman strength she would offer it no resistance.
The growl deepened, though it was lower, less threatening. The man-beast sat before her splayed thighs, his crimson vision tracking the steady rise and fall of her breasts, then lower to her intimate offering.
A roughly callused gray hand palmed one large breast. He kneaded it then released it. She shivered as she watched a single vampiric-black fingernail trace the outline of one nipple ring. The action was done with such gentleness as to induce her forehead to wrinkle with confusion.
The fingernail gently scraped her stiff pink nipple. She moaned, having no idea why a single touch could inflame her entire body.
It was just as it had been back in that cave when it had stolen her the last time. She hadn’t understood it then. She didn’t understand it now.
“What do you to me?” Nicoletta panted, her arousal heightening as the beast gently scraped at both breasts.
Forgetting that her hands were bound, she unthinkingly began lowering them, the instinct to shield herself fairly overwhelming. His answering snarl frightened her, made her jump.
“I-I’m sorry,” she breat
hed out, blood pounding in her ears. She immediately placed her bound hands back above her head. The action made her breasts raise, the imagery of a submissive offering again complete. “I will not fight you.”
Not that fighting would help, she thought, her tongue darting out to wet her parched upper lip. The sub-human male could kill her outside of a second.
“I give myself to you willingly.”
She didn’t know that it comprehended her words, yet its answering growl of dominance said that it comprehended her actions. Within moments, the sub-human was on her, sucking her nipples and making her moan with fear and arousal.
“What do you to me?” she gasped, her back arching and her eyes closing. “Ah gods…”
The beast palmed both breasts, gaining Nicoletta’s undivided attention. Her gaze sought his. She watched the sub-human male stare at her through heavy-lidded eyes as it settled itself between her legs. Her breathing grew labored, remembering from their last run-in how sexually insatiable the creature was.
It hadn’t managed to breed her the last time. Surely her scent told it as much. She swallowed heavily as she realized it knew—it knew—and perhaps this time it would make certain it impregnated her.
The beast surged inside her pussy on a loud, reverberating roar. Nicoletta gasped, having forgotten how long and thick its cock was. He slid all the way in, burying himself to the hilt, reminding her again and again with his growls of ownership just who her cunt belonged to.
Her legs splayed wide open, her hands submissively bound above her head…it wasn’t difficult to remember she was his possession.
He took her hard, mercilessly, sinking in and out of her flesh in deep, branding strokes. Nicoletta moaned as it fucked her, her big tits jiggling with every thrust.
“Deeper,” she gasped, deciding now was not the time to dwell on the fact she shouldn’t encourage it. “Faster—ah gods—like that.”
The creature rode her harder, faster, fucking her as its low, steady growl continued. She could hear the sound of her pussy suctioning him back in with every outstroke, could smell the scent of her own arousal.