Broddock-Black 05 - Force of Nature

  In those first terrifying moments, she silently swore vengeance, wanting these men to pay dearly for what they were doing to her, an incoherent rage filling her brain. But in the next choking breath she understood that her survival depended on compromise or perhaps capitulation—for only a few hours, she reflected hopefully. And with that thought in mind, she swallowed again.

  “She’s looking good enough to lick now, Hughie,” Langley crowed. “Look at all that fine whiskey running into her crotch . . . and over those big tits. Make her stand up. I want to see that cunt up close.”

  “Up, bitch,” Hugh ordered, jerking on her hair, forcing her to rise. “Didn’t you hear Langley? He wants to see your cunt up close.” He kicked her feet apart so her thighs were spread wide, pulled her arms behind her back with a vicious twist and held her wrists captive.

  “I like that pose, Hughie, with those tits jutting out like that.” Picking up a gold-handled letter opener from a nearby table, he balanced it for a moment on his palm as he moved toward them. “Such great big tits,” he murmured, coming to rest before Jo, running the chased gold hilt around one of her breasts, lifting the weight of her breast slightly with the flat of the handle, as though gauging its size.

  Jo trembled, the blade nearly touching her breast, the man’s intentions unclear.

  “Don’t worry, my sweet. I wouldn’t hurt such a succulent body. We have better uses for you,” Langley drawled. Leaning forward slightly, he slid the hilt down her stomach, slipped it between her spread legs, traced her cleft with one light stroke and then without warning, rammed the metal hilt guard deep into her vagina.

  She gasped, frozen in fear, the opener blade only a hair’s breadth from her pubis, the filigreed guard her only protection.

  “That’s a smart little bitch.” Langley surveyed her with a faint smile. “That blade could do damage.”

  Terrified, she stood motionless, scarcely daring to breathe.

  “There’s no need for me to hold her now,” Hugh said with a grin, releasing his grip. “Looks like I have time for another drink.” Walking to the table, he picked up a whiskey bottle and put it to his mouth.

  “That’s what I call a nice showy piece of ass,” Langley murmured, taking a step back to survey her. “She’d fetch a prime price in the slave markets of Marrakech, now, wouldn’t she? Nice, big tits”—he slapped them lightly, set them quivering, but she stifled her startled response, afraid to move. “And such a high, flaunting mound, just made to lure cock,” he added, lightly, stroking her pubic hair for a moment before he slid his fingers downward to trace the verge of her labia encircling the hilt. “Ah, she’s getting wet, just like a well-behaved submissive little slave should.” He held up his glistening fingers. “She’s going to be a tantalizing little sultana for our entertainment, gentlemen. I’m guessing, she’ll be able to last for hours.”

  His words sent a chill through her, but any utterance, any agitation could be dangerous with the blade so near.

  Sliding his wet fingers up her stomach, Langley ran his palms over her hips. “Fine, strong hips . . . just made for fucking,” he whispered. “You like to fuck, don’t you? All Flynn’s women like to fuck.” Stepping back, he slowly circled her, pinching her buttocks. “And a beautiful ass, smooth and round, perfect for taking the strap.” Walking around to face her again, he took her nipples between his fingers and rolled them gently. “You’ll like the strap, my sweet. Here, on these plump titties”—he pinched the crests so hard she almost cried out—“and between your legs on your wet little cunt and on your silky bottom when you don’t please us quickly enough. You must please us . . . you know that, don’t you?” His grip on her nipples tightened. “Answer me.”

  Bile rose in her throat, but she had no choice. She nodded. “Say yes; I want to hear you.” And he compressed the soft tissue so cruelly, she choked out the word. “I knew you could talk,” he said with a wicked grin. “You just need a little encouragement—like this.” He stretched the tips painfully. “Is that making you hot? Tell me.”

  She shut her eyes and gave him the required answer.

  “She’s going to be such fun,” Hugh exclaimed with glee. “She likes to resist. It makes everything so much more interesting, doesn’t it?” The exhilaration in his voice was alarming and for a shaky, tremulous moment, Jo wasn’t sure she had the necessary courage to endure.

  “She’s going to be a delicious little charmer,” Langley agreed. “Disobedient enough to require frequent spankings and chastisement and a bit of disciplining like this. See how long I can make these enormous nipples,” he said, softly pulling on them until she moaned in pain. “Come, Nigel, come closer. You can’t see from so far away. Look, I’ll do it again . .. and I can lift them. Is that high enough?” he playfully inquired, hoisting her heavy breasts upward by her nipples until she cried out.

  “I’ll watch from here,” Nigel answered, his gaze on Jo’s quivering, shuddering breasts as Langley released them.

  “Maybe he’ll get closer later,” Hugh jibed. “When his cock is stiff enough to make him forget Hazard Black. We’ll tie her up for you, Nigel, then she won’t hurt you. Bring her here, Langley,” he ordered, setting his whiskey bottle down, moving to the billiard table. “And careful taking that handle out. We’re going to need that cunt in good condition.”

  It wasn’t often Hugh had an opportunity to exercise his depravities free of scandal. The brothels frowned on rough play; they didn’t like their merchandise damaged. But here in the wilds, surrounded by his hired guns, he was exempt from social censure.