Virile (9 page)

Inserting his smallest finger directly to her spot of joy he feathered across it. Adara’s eyes popped open, and she was back with them. He rubbed it with whisper fine movements, watching her face intently, then increased the pressure. Kellis and Orion, moving like a well-trained team of gryphons, each plucked a beaded coral nipple. Adara’s lips parted and she came on a scream, green eyes brilliant with her release before they drifted shut. Her thighs tightened as they tried to close around him, and the silky skin on her belly rippled in tiny wave-like movements. Thorn removed his finger with great care and eased the speculum out. The twins murmured in her ears and kissed her temples, and he allowed himself a press of his mouth to her apex, the taste of the sweet lube mingling with the tart, musky flavor of his bride. Their bride. And he couldn’t think of her differently.

Opening the silver salver, he selected a warm cloth and pressed it to her open sex, gently wiping away the lubricant and the excessive liquid of her orgasmic juices. He was aware she observed him, felt her response to his touch, but kept himself from reading her. He needed to care for her and couldn’t bear to see her reject even that.

When her breathing evened out, and her thick lashes fluttered down again, Thorn motioned to Orion who actually hesitated to take his place between Adara’s thighs. He motioned again, impatiently. They had little enough time to break down her resistance, and he had the niggling worry other forces were at work.

Once Orion was in position, his brother visibly calmed—his lustful stare at Adara’s splayed cunt was evident, but love stood in his eyes. Thorn wished for a mirror. He was certain he looked the same. He hoped he did, because of all of them he had the most difficulty expressing himself and now was not the time to hold back for her.

“My sweet?” Adara opened her eyes and looked at Orion. Tears trickled from the corners and dampened her hair. Thorn reached to smooth it—and she flinched. Godsdamnit. Kellis then stroked her, and Adara seemed to press into
his hand
. Thorn set his teeth.

“I am going to play here. I want you to tell me, tell us, how it feels. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.” A faint whisper, but she’d answered.

Thorn observed as Orion’s mouth dropped between Adara’s legs and then checked her beautiful visage. The shocked look in her eyes told him she wasn’t very familiar with oral congress. Orion could live with his face between a woman’s thighs and now that Adara was here a schedule would be required in order to get the work done on the farm. It lifted his spirits to think of it. Little moans and whimpers began to spill from her lips, and he knew she would thrash her head if not restrained. But they needed to see her face. The collar would be useful for other things as well, but extremely so at this time.

“Please,” she begged.

Kellis spoke softly but Thorn heard him. “Tell him and he will do it, my love. Anything.”

“I need him to…I need him to keep doing…oh gods…Orion, please.”

“Tell him, Adara. Is he eating your cream? Licking that little hole? Sucking your inner lips? Or are his teeth nibbling that little bud? Come for us, my heart.”

She shrieked and bowed up as much as the restraint across her abdomen would allow, the strength of her orgasm apparent in her writhing form. Thorn reached for another cloth and handed it to Orion who carefully tended to Adara before wiping his face clean. It was hard to miss the contentment on Orion’s features, and Adara was clearly sated.

Kellis went to the foot of the chair and extracted a further length of stirrup board, carefully lowering Adara’s leg so that it lay flat before repeating the process with her other leg. He then drew a light sheet over her. Thorn stepped back and just watched her gorgeous face.
 
He knew she was adrift on endorphins and other key substances released by the brain. The key was to move ahead before she started thinking. Kellis was already choosing his toys, also aware of the need to keep her off balance. If she could think of nothing but the pleasure they could bring her, it would serve to help her commit that much sooner.

As she began to come back to herself, Kellis whisked the sheet off and quickly moved her legs back into position, aided by Thorn. Her swollen folds beckoned, and the scent of her perfumed the air. She sucked in a gasp as Orion placed his mouth over the turgid tip of her breast, his fingers working the other nipple. Thorn was torn. He wanted to suckle that other breast but wanted to watch Kellis bring her off. When Kellis lubed the slender anal wand there was no contest. He would pay homage to her heaving, full mounds later. He pressed the button to lower the mirror and angled to reflect the activity—he wanted Adara to see the erotic torture as well as feel it.

“A little pressure, Adara. Smaller than the plug.” She moaned in protest and tried to shake her head, the straps holding her in place undulating.

“No, Kellis, I don’t want—” The wand was obviously going in because she quit protesting and bit that succulent bottom lip. Thorn leaned over and licked it. She didn’t flinch—she snapped at his tongue. Holy shit. That punishment board was going up on the morrow. He hurriedly placed his mouth out of harm’s way and glared at her. She glared back and then her eyes widened. Kellis must have turned on the wand. He could hear a faint hum and knew it was gently stimulating her back passage.

“Look in the mirror, little one. See how you embrace this.”

Her eyes flew to the mirror and popped wide, then shut tightly. Thorn debated ordering her to watch but knew Kellis’s next action would pique her curiosity.

“This will feel large, my sweet, but you are so wet and I have lubed it as well. Now be a good girl and breathe it in.” Kellis pushed a wide dildo up inside her sheath. Thorn watched as it split her cunt lips and worked out of sight, the dark color such a contrast to her skin. Out of the corner of his eye he could see her watching too and turned fully to observe how her pupils dilated. Her breath came in little pants once again. They were seducing her with pleasure, overwhelming her as planned. There would come a time when even a look from one of them or a mention of the playroom would make her cream flow. And he would drink it from her.

“Do you see this, Adara?” His brother held a little silver bullet up for her to witness. “You may have one, but I know just how to use it.”

Orion paused in the laving of her breasts, and they glistened with his saliva. Thorn wondered if he might find the clamps, but Orion caught his thought and gave a minute shake of his head. So his brother had other plans for those breasts. Adara appeared to try to push her nipples at Orion’s mouth and look at the little bullet all at once, so of course Orion avoided touching them at all. Thorn knew he was biding his time and wanted nothing to distract their woman from those plans.

They both went to hold a knee—Kellis would make this climax the most spectacular of them all. Adara’s eyes followed them, a hint of fear coloring the desperate need, and Thorn’s sadist rejoiced. That was the kind of sexual fear, the fear of devastating pleasure that he needed to see. The sad, beaten down woman he’d glimpsed since the confrontation with Ronnie seemed banished. If she appeared again, he would sensually torture the information from her and seek to expunge that woman for good.

Kellis took hold of the large phallus and turned it as he pulled it out and pushed it back in, simulating the sex act. The sweet sounds of wet, clenching pussy flesh were heard above the hum of the wand and Adara’s moaning entreaties. When he touched the bullet to the red pearl peeking from its protective hood, her cries reverberated and Thorn nearly came in his pants.

With quick little glancing movements Kellis tormented that wee bundle of nerves, first one side then the other, the top and underside, following the cord of her sex down to where the phallus protruded in a graphic parody of lust. He built her until she was pleading for him to end it. When she at last begged him to push her over, using explicit earthy language, Kellis applied the vibrator directly to her clit and she flew. The dildo was nearly sucked inside by her spasming channel, and the star of her anus sweetly kissed the wand in a pucker of passion.

Instantly Orion was at her wrists to release her hands and unfastened the collar next, slipping an arm beneath her to hold her close to him, tucking her sweet face into his neck. Thorn pulled the belly restraint loose and stretched out the stirrup boards, working alongside Kellis as he switched off the wand to slide it out. Removing the phallus was a struggle—her pussy was reluctant to relinquish it—but at last it came free, fragrant and coated with her cream. Thorn reached for a handful of warm cloths, passing them to his brother who so caringly cleansed her of her passion. Adara’s voluptuous body slumped in Orion’s arms as he slid his other arm beneath her to lift her and carry her to the bed.

Thorn hustled to get there first, struggling out of his boots in order to shove his pants off. He rolled to the middle, and Orion set Adara on top of him before lying on Thorn’s opposite side. She curled up and sought his heat—he well knew she was near pleasure-shock and willingly warmed her. Kellis arrived with a warm blanket and settled it over her then took his place. The twins propped up on an elbow, mirror images, to stare down at their bride.

“She took everything we gave her,” commented Kellis.

“Well, not everything,” said Orion. “But I want first choice at those amazing breasts.”

“Then I get her mouth.”

And I get her ass,
Thorn thought to himself before reprimanding his brothers, reminding them, quite hypocritically, that this was their bride they were sparring over. But he still would get her ass.

“We’ll spar a lot, Thorn.” Orion teased, just tempting a punch, which he’d get if it weren’t for the sweet weight on Thorn’s chest. “Our bride has an amazing sensuality she hides from the world. It matches her feistiness.”

“And we mustn’t break that spirit,” Kellis cautioned.

They were all silent after that comment. A month wasn’t very long to train their woman to meet their expectations as they learned to meet hers. Adara slept, deep in REM sleep, totally slack as she recuperated from three intense orgasms. She would need her rest because they meant to push her hard again tomorrow. Her obvious inexperience and that curious emotional retreat meant the three of them had immediately decided to wait to take her, without discussion. Their own need for satisfaction paled when it came to ensuring they swept Adara along on a river of pleasure and trained her to meet their expectations, if she was to fulfill the prophecy and meet her full potential.

Chapter Seven

It seemed that three square meals a day were on the agenda for the sex slave. After waking from a really long nap, Adara was treated to yet another luxurious bath, Orion providing the service this time. Then he fed her a light repast, mostly fruit and vegetables grown on the farm or in its greenhouse. A mind-numbing massage followed that, and he brushed her hair again. No one had brushed her hair since she was a little girl. The one thing he’d done that she was presently trying to ignore reposed in her back hole.

He’d made her kneel on the bed with her chest dropped to the mattress, right after the rub down. Then he lubed up her anus, murmuring encouragement all the while. He was as determined as Thorn to stretch her back there, using two of his big digits patiently but intrusively no matter how she protested, although the massage had relaxed her. The plug was larger than the first and while she couldn’t see his face, she could hear the satisfaction in his voice when it was seated deep inside her colon. The damn thing made her ache and throb, although not in a really bad way.

Stretching out beside her as she became accustomed to another unyielding object in her ass, Orion talked quietly about the history of Virile and how the introduction of technology had wrested it into this century, all the while coasting the pads of his fingers lightly over her skin. He sensitized her and calmed her at the same time, and she wanted to preen beneath his touch—and then in no time at all it was dinner. Both Kellis and Thorn had apparently been working, and one or both of them must have found time to make the food. Adara, normally not idle, felt a tad uncomfortable with not contributing, then consoled herself when remembering her
participation
in the playroom earlier. Besides, she’d been pampered like a princess and wouldn’t have wanted to miss that, although she doubted that too many princesses had a plug in their butt.

The evening meal was a quiet affair with the exception of some good-natured ribbing of one another by the twins. Mostly it was informational. They ate once again in the huge kitchen, although she spied another darkened room full of a long table surrounded by a great many chairs. Kellis had answered her unspoken question as she sat on his lap, positioned so the plug didn’t cause her discomfort. The paradox didn’t escape her.

“We eat in the kitchen area unless we are entertaining, Adara,” he advised. “And we rarely entertain. There is much work to be done and if we seek distractions we go to the center.”
Before Ronnie.
She was glad he hadn’t added that.

“Where the clubs are.” Now why did she have to say it?
Because you hate to think of other women’s bodies being skillfully played like a rare instrument by these men, stupid.
Which was insane, because she’d just met them and this was a temporary deal.

“There are other things at the center besides clubs,” he responded. “There is the market and various stores, activities to showcase our sports and prowess in other areas. But mostly we work.”

“We’ll take you,” Orion asserted cheerfully. “And you may wear clothing. And purchase whatever you might like. After the harvest of course.”

“When is harvest done?”

“It should be complete in under five months. We have crops in various stages of growth.”

She wouldn’t be around in five months, but appreciated the sentiment. A trip to the so-called center, which was apparently the only city of importance on the planet, sounded like fun. Adara liked to travel and explore. But she kept her own counsel, aware Thorn sent Orion one of his looks.

They patiently explained what their crop—vamvaki—was used for, an amazing variety of uses, and how they processed much of it right on the property. Nothing was wasted, and the crop, rendered down, provided energy to run the equipment the solar energy didn’t. Her query about natural resources such as water was addressed. The farm had its own water treatment plant, and every drop was utilized and recycled.

She listened intently and asked as many questions as she could, soaking up the information. She wanted to share her knowledge of her family’s business but refrained—it just didn’t fit with sitting naked, worn out from sexual adventures with these men. It seemed impossible they would view her as anything other than a sexual creature with no real working brain. Not that she’d been given a lot of time to think.

Calling up an overhead projection of the farm on a screen in the kitchen, Thorn pointed out the designated areas that would be safe for her to explore. The entire house appeared to be at her disposal with the exception of the study—the workings of the farm, all the documents and such would be of little interest to her, it was tolerantly explained. Adara knew her decision to avoid any reference to her education and interest in business was well founded on solid intuition. They may as well have patted her on the head.

Ensuring he had her complete attention by dint of deepening his voice and looming over her, Thorn reiterated the condition of Adara never being outside of the outlined areas without one or all of them. Her bottom twinged in sympathy with her jogged memory.

“I haven’t forgotten,” she said levelly.

After a brief hesitation, Thorn desisted and without another word began to clear their dishes. Kellis asked her to accompany him to the great room, and she accepted with alacrity, any desire to help out in the kitchen gone after the condescension she’d felt.

The tiles cool beneath her feet, Adara walked beside him, her nudity even less bothersome, although her gait was affected by the plug. Personally, she would have thought a little mystery might be more titillating, but all three brothers regarded her with admiration or outright lust—when Thorn wasn’t dictating to her. They looked semi-tumescent all the time, and never made an overt attempt to hide their erections, so if that wasn’t their natural state, she had their interest.

Orion had grimaced and adjusted himself when bathing her, but made no demands. It kind of bothered her that they would show patience—she didn’t want to feel their kindness or like them. The waiting also built anticipation, and she didn’t want to want their attentions either. Just
when
were they going to assert their rights or whatever they called it here when they won a sex slave? She didn’t allow herself to think about anal sex. While they insisted they didn’t want to hurt her, it was going to. These men probably had differences of opinion on what hurt. It wasn’t them facing a cock shoved in there. Not impressed, but she couldn’t see any way around it.

The great room lived up to its name, stone fireplace predominating. Full of large, comfortable looking furniture, couches, love seats, chairs and even a chaise lounge with tables situated in handy locations, there was even a thick carpet over the ubiquitous tile. Strange, abstract art hung in sets of threes and fours and suited the room. But it was the windows that took her attention. Windows, lacking in all the other rooms she’d been in so far with the exception of the kitchen skylight, made up one whole wall and looked out onto the bleak landscape. The view was breathtaking in a harsh, empty and desolate kind of way.

“The glass is especially strong to protect against the wind storms and filter out the UV rays and heat,” Kellis explained as she wandered closer. “We save cooling energy by having windows in only this room. And they face away from the suns.”

Adara pressed a palm against the window and nearly yanked it away. He instantly captured her hand and examined it. “It’s fine, Kellis. It was just really hot, is all. Not enough to burn but it startled me.”

“You have such perfect skin, my love. We’ll ensure you have a full coverage sandsuit when outside. The little exposure you received while entering Thorn’s craft marked your cheeks. The hood of the dress didn’t cover enough of your head. Orion was most displeased, having thought he had it made to the proper specifications.”

She was speechless. She didn’t know the ugly garment Thorn insisted she change into was for her protection from their suns. She’d noted the slight chafed soreness of her face, but thought it to be the result of the salt of her tears. Why hadn’t Thorn explained?

“Adara?”

She turned from the study of the landscape. “Thorn didn’t tell me why I was to wear the dress.”

“Was it uncomfortable?”

“No, it was soft actually and not restrictive. But ugly.”

“It was to serve a purpose, Adara. We would see past any ugly garment.”

“But he didn’t tell me why.”

Kellis sighed and tugged her to a big chair situated to enjoy the view. Once he had her settled on his lap to his satisfaction he commented, “Orion and I especially will entertain most of your questions because we understand you wish to learn. But there are some things you needn’t question and shouldn’t question. Some large and some small.

“Thorn expects you to obey him, my love. He won’t ask anything of you that isn’t in your best interest or tell you to do something that won’t keep you safe. Resisting him, whether overtly or not will bring only correction and detract from your relationship with him.”

“He expects me to ignore his arrogance and simply trust him.” And that was the crux of the matter. Adara didn’t date arrogant men—Sammy possessed that trait in spades and witness how it quashed any romantic notion she might have had about him. And how was she to trust someone she had just met? It was all a dreadful muddle, and she hated it. Fighting with the man for the next while was unpalatable—especially when she was unlikely to win and losing held some unhappy connotations.

“Thorn knows what is best for you, Adara.”

“How can you know that?” she inquired angrily, wanting to pinch him.

He hesitated, clearly weighing his words. “I just do. He is my brother, and I suggest you comply."

“Trust is earned, Kellis.” Her stubborn streak flared to life, and she tried not to take her ire out on the messenger.

“Then things will play out, my love. The end result will be the same, but you will have some difficulty sitting, I suspect.”

So sweet, dirty boy Kellis just lost a whole bunch of earned Brownie points with her. Adara gritted her teeth then forced a smile. He was arrogant too, so sure of his brother’s freaking perfection, like Thorn couldn’t make mistakes. Perversely, tears burned at the back of her eyes, the result, she was certain, of frustration and not the loss of someone she had come to hope might be a friend. Short term, like camp friends, but a friend nonetheless.

Kellis cuddled her close and said nothing more, but she wouldn’t let herself relax. It was like good cop, good cop with the bad cop in the wings—Kellis and Orion would soften her up, and she’d fall at Thorn’s feet. Fat chance.

A short while later, Orion and Thorn joined them, and Adara refused to look at either. The tension thickened, and she was determined to outwait them.

“Come to me, Adara.” Thorn’s face didn’t give away much of anything, but she heard the pissed off inflection in his voice. Uh oh.

Kellis helped her to her feet, the plug shifting and announcing its presence. Adara forced herself to walk to where Thorn sprawled on another of the large chairs, feeling heated gazes on both her back and front. There didn’t seem to be room to sit beside him, and she resigned herself to sitting on his lap and feeling his hard, muscled body beneath her own. But he didn’t reach for her and she fetched up just short of his knees, feeling awkward and uncomfortable. He pointed to his feet, and she realized he was asserting his dominance, putting her in her place.

Sinking down, she stared at the floor and willed the tears back with everything she had. She hated him, and feeling powerless tied her belly in knots. She felt him shift, and an arm looped around her to turn her sideways and tuck her body against his calf. His hand coasted up her arm and over her shoulder to stroke over her hair and rest on the crown of her head. Maybe she should bark or purr. Or bite a chunk out of his leg.

The position wasn’t uncomfortable—the rug was thick under her knees and much of her weight was supported by his strong limb. The way his fingers sifted through her hair and idly scraped over her scalp was nearly mesmerizing. She could watch out the windows if she chose or close her eyes against the view. What obviously wasn’t required of her was conversation, negating her attempt at giving them the silent treatment. She hated him more.

The brothers discussed the upcoming harvest, made some preliminary plans regarding the encroachment of the outlaws on their land, commented on the general state of the planet and some of the new politics governing off-planet sales. She understood Orion managed the books and Kellis the labor side of the farm, while Thorn oversaw the sales of their product and generally ran the place. Head overseer. It figured. Her resentment boiled and nearly negated the calm, caring way he petted her. She wasn’t his pet and wished his touch didn’t feel even a trifle good.

She listened intently, hiding behind her subservient pose, remaining relaxed no matter what she heard, almost absorbed into Thorn’s leg. She didn’t learn anything of moment, but supposed having a better understanding of the workings of the farm might prove useful at a later date. The shadows lengthened behind the wall of glass as the suns retreated over the horizon and the velvet of the cold night blanketed Virile.