Reetha’s Claiming
Reetha watched the last of the Vishanee circle the choosing platform. He was the biggest she’d ever seen and that terrified her. But also, he was her last chance to become a thunder rider.
She’d trained since childhood for this, prepared her body, done everything right. And for seven years, she’d been rejected. At twenty-five years old, this was her last chance. Once a woman passed that age, she was considered too old to mate the Vishanee and would not be allowed to return.
When the thunder god suddenly stopped circling and swooped towards the platform, Reetha held her breath. Was it coming for her?
But, it didn’t come for any of them. The giant beast flew right past the line of remaining young women and towards the back of the platform, fast enough that her naked nipples hardened in the breeze of his flight. Reetha swiveled, craning her neck to see what had attracted the Vishanee.
She gasped in horror.
There, at the edge of the platform, was a man. He was struggling against two of the females who guarded access to the mating dance. The massive Vishanee male landed in front of the three and growled.
He’ll be killed. Reetha thought sickly. Once, four years ago, she’d seen a Vishanee decapitate an offering that he thought was unfit. The girl had been eighteen, at her first mating dance. Afterwards, she’d learned that the woman had been fouled, raped before the mating dance. She’d known that it would be her death to go, and had done it anyway. The thunder gods only mated virgins, and they were well known to vent their displeasure lethally.
Reetha always wondered why the girl had done it, had she wanted to die? Similarly, she wondered now about this man. Everyone knew what had happened to the Teganese. The entire group of male thunder riders and their mounts had died within a decade. And, for decades after, no thunder beast had visited the Teganese mating platform. To be safe, male thunder riders had been outlawed throughout the entire land.
No tribe wanted to risk becoming outcast to the Vishanee. It was because of the thunder riders that the humans were able to survive in this inhospitable land. Without the aid of the giant beasts, the tribes would starve or become prey to enemy tribes
As much as she should hate the man for daring to risk that horror, part of her was awed by his courage. The man stood tall and proud as the Vishanee inspected him. Jealousy flooded Reetha as the beast turned it’s back to the man, preparing to submit. But, then it simply waited, standing.
Reetha frowned, did it want to be mated or not? Her admiration of the man’s fearlessness grew as she watched him climb the beasts back and mount it. And then, they were flying. Tears pricked her eyes at the glorious sight of the Vishanee mating dance.
This was the last she’d ever see of it. All her life dreaming of flying, and now she was too old to offer herself again.
Reetha sank to the ground, pain bowing her down. Tears leaked from her eyes as she watched the mating dance of the first man to become a thunder rider in hundreds of years.
A man had mated the Vishanee, but not her. She was unworthy. It was done.
She knew she wouldn’t return and risk the wrath of the thunder gods as that man had done, nor as the girl had done so many years ago. Reetha would bear her dishonor and live – she wasn’t suicidal, just devastated.
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“Come on, Reetha.” Bartam cajoled, “There’s no reason to keep yourself pure anymore. Let’s fuck.”
Reetha grit her teeth and turned away from her childhood friend. He’d been chasing after her since she’d lost her status as an offering and taken a job as a server in a tavern near her family’s home. She still remembered the day he’d asked her father for her as a wife. That was the day she begged to be trained as a thunder rider. She wanted to mate a god, not a man.
“You should just marry him,” another serving girl, Lace, advised. “There’s no reason to be alone, now.”
“No, thank you.” Reetha replied tersely.
The other girl shook her head sadly at her. “A girl needs protection in this life, Reetha. Bartam would be a fine protector. It’s him, or the men’ll think you’re free for any of them. You don’t want to be used like that.”
Reetha knew Lace was right. She’d seen how the men pawed at her. Lace enjoyed the attention, and loved the sex. But, she wasn’t ready to give up on her dream. Her age was one thing, but if she lost her virginity… She wasn’t ready to throw away the last seven years of her life yet.
“Are you too good for us, Reetha?” Bartam sneered at her. “You weren’t good enough for the thunder gods, you know. Maybe you’re not good enough for us either. Maybe we should teach you your place.”
Fear coiled in Reetha’s stomach as men closed in around her. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled and she turned around. Bartam’s brothers and friends surrounded her.
Reetha looked for Lace or the innkeeper, any friendly face. But all she saw was the flutter of a swinging door, she was alone.
This was planned. Reetha realized, fear constricting her throat.
One of the men grabbed her and pulled her arms behind her back. The move made her chest thrust forward. Eagerly, another man grabbed her boobs roughly, mashing them with this strong, callused hands.
No one had ever touched her breasts before. Even while the other women training to become thunder riders had made out with each other, toeing the line of their virginity, Reetha had taken no chances. She’d only worked to stretch her life hole with the dildos that were carved like the life rods of the Vishanee. And, when she’d felt pleasure, pressing the dildos into herself, she’d stopped and waited for the feeling to pass before continuing.
She knew the other girls enjoyed themselves with the dildos, and even used their fingers on their pleasure mounds at the same time, but Reetha had held to the old ways. She had wanted to be a true virgin for the gods. Yet, still they’d rejected her, had left her to be claimed by men.
The man mashing her breasts, Bartam’s friend Zax, ripped open her blouse and pushed it away from her body, exposing her breasts to the group. The feel of his rough hands as they kneaded her chest was painful. And yet, beneath the pain was the pleasure that she’d always denied herself.
Reetha cried as heat began to grow in her pelvis. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. They were fouling her. The small hope she’d harbored, the little dream that maybe she might still mate one of the Vishanee died in her as the men ripped away her skirts and pushed her onto the bar top.
The men arranged her so that her butt rested at the edge of the bar, facing the room and her head fell off of the back of the bar. Then, they tied each of her arms to the poles that ran up from the bar to the ceiling.
They brought rope. Reetha catalogued the proof that this had been planned, trying not to think of what they would do next.
She tried to pull her legs together and up to her chest but strong arms pushed them open. Bartam bent over between her legs and pressed his head into her crotch.
“Whooee, she stinks down here!” He whooped.
“Sweeten her up with some of this rum!” Bartam’s older brother, Ernat, laughed and handed a bottle to the man between Reetha’s legs.
Bartam took a swig, then poured it over her life hole. He stuck his head in again and inhaled deeply, then pressed his mouth into Reetha’s vagina, his tongue delving into her. He pulled back the hair on her nether lips, opening her up to his mouth. He licked along her inner folds savoring the rum soaked taste of her soft flesh.
At the same time, other men were exploring the rest of her naked body. Her breasts, her arms, her legs, her feet. No part of her was left unmolested.
Ernat, who had jumped over the bar earlier to grab the rum, pressed his tented pants into her face. She could feel the solid warmth inside pulsing as he rubbed it over her mouth and nose. The smell of sweat was sickening and Reetha gagged.
Ernat laughed at her as he undid his pants, freeing his cock.
“Promise not to bite me, sweetheart, and I’ll promise not to choke you to death with my cock, how’s that?”
Without waiting for an answer, he plunged his penis into Reetha’s mouth and it slid into the back of her throat. She gagged and retched, trying to dislodge the invasion. But there was nothing she could do. Her eyes watered and snot ran out of her nose as she choked.
At that moment, Bartam switched his focus from her life hole and nether lips to licking her pleasure mound. He made one long, slow stroke of his tongue over her clitoris and heat spread through her, from her pelvis to her nipples, which were being suckled and massaged at the same time by Zax and Jerg, Bartam’s younger brother.
Reetha felt horrified as she realized that she might actually have an orgasm during this torture. This rape, she corrected herself.
Bartam’s tongue on her pleasure mound was flicking wildly at her clit. The hot feeling grew until she dishonored herself by grinding her mound up into Bartam’s mouth.
The men all roared with laughter when they saw her do it.
“Not too good for us now, are you Reetha?” Bartam sneered as he stopped. The heat in her pelvis faded away, leaving her feeling the pain of her choking throat and her mashed boobs again.
Bartam opened his trousers and slid his penis into his hands. It was a bit limp and he stroked it to full hardness as he stared at her body.
“Have you ruined yourself for men, honey?” Bartam asked sweetly. “Is your vagina all loose now, that you’ve been stretching it out, thinking you’d get to mate a god? Well, we’ll see. If it isn’t good enough anymore, you still have your virgin ass, don’t you?”
Bartam stepped up onto the platform under the bar, bringing his pelvis onto the same plane as Reetha’s. He plunged his cock into her.
“Mmmm,” He commented as he rolled his hips in a small circle. “Not too bad.”
Reetha clenched her vagina muscles as she felt herself being penetrated. There was nothing she could do to stop it, however.
Bartam began thrusting, in and out, in and out.
As he was ramping up in speed, Ernat stiffened and she felt his cock pulsing in her mouth and then liquid spurted into her throat. Instinctively, she swallowed.
Gradually, the cock softened, and then pulled out of her mouth. Her jaw ached from being forced open for so long and she slammed her teeth closed. Her head throbbed too, from being dropped over the side of the bar.
She didn’t get any relief though, as another cock took the place of the one she’d just got rid of. TShe ground her teeth, determined to keep Jerg’s cock out of her mouth. But he pinched her nose shut and soon she had to open up to breathe, only to immediately have her air cut off by the penis that rammed down her throat. At least he no longer pinched her nose, he wasn’t trying to kill her.
Not yet. Reetha thought, fear flooding her. Maybe they would kill her, though. After.
Jerg’s cock was bigger in girth than his older brother’s and she couldn’t keep her teeth from scraping against it as he pumped into her. Jerg didn’t seem to mind, though.
A hard bite on her toe distracted her from the cocks ramming into her mouth and pussy and the manipulation of her breasts. She jerked her body, trying to save her foot. She couldn’t imagine why any of the men would want to bite her toe anyway.
“Knock that off,” Jerg said. “If you make her jump like that again, she’s liable to bite my cock.”
“Why should I give a shit about your cock?” The man at her foot complained. He was another one of Bartam’s friends, Karn. “If I want to bite her goddam toe off, I will. She doesn’t belong to you.”
“Shut the fuck up you fucking cunts!” Bartam roared.
The other men glanced at him and shut up.
“This is no fucking good, she’s too fucking loose after all.” Bartam growled after a few more thrusts. “Find me some fucking lube back there, dipshit.” He snarled as his older brother.
Ernat poked around the back of the bar and finally came up with a stick of butter that was used for some of the drinks. Bartam grabbed the butter and rubbed it all over his penis, then he rammed the butter into Reetha’s asshole.
Reetha screamed around the cock in her throat and tried to pull her ass away from the man. But he grabbed her hips and slammed her ass onto his hard penis.
“Feel that bitch?” Bartam asked. “Fucking ignore me, will you? Not so high and mighty now, are you?”
Jerg ejaculated down Reetha’s throat and took out his softening dick. Then he pulled her head up towards him. The move lessened some of the pressure in Reetha’s head and she nearly cried in relief.
Jerg pressed his mouth over hers and thrust his tongue into her. He dug down and lapped up any of his and his brother’s cum that he could, moaning the whole time.
Reetha was shocked when heat flooded from her pleasure mound again at this new stimulation. How could this possibly be enjoyable?
Finally, Bartam came, grunting as he unleashed his semen into her ass.
Karn, who had been molesting Reetha’s foot, looked up expectantly as he saw Bartam finish.
“Finally, my turn!” Karn called as he pulled Bartam backwards.
Bartam growled and backhanded the foot fetishist. “Back the fuck off me. This bitch’s ass is mine and her pussy is too loose to do you any fucking good.”
Bartam stared down at Reetha’s gaping vagina and asshole as his white cum slowly leaked out of her butthole. He grinned and balled his hand into a fist, then plunged it deep into her life hole. Even as stretched out as Reetha was from her training to become a thunder rider, the fist still hurt going in.
Bartam leaned down and flicked his tongue across Reetha’s pleasure mound, yearning to see her want it, want them. He’d waited for her for seven long years, waiting and hoping for her to be rejected by the thunder gods so he could have her. Then she had rejected him.
The bitch.
Well, she couldn’t say “no,” now, could she. Not with his brothers fucking with her mouth. Unlike Reetha, Bartam adn’t spent his early adulthood hiding from pleasure, he’d learned a lot. He used that knowledge now as he lapped Reetha’s clit. Inside her, he turned his arm and angled it to where her other pleasure mound should be.
He was going to make Reetha cum, make her appreciate the attention he, and his brothers, and their friends were giving her.
Bartam could still taste the rum on Reetha’s pussy, but it was getting a little weak. He grabbed the bottle and poured it over her again. This time, the alcohol burned as it flowed over her raw skin.
Reetha couldn’t help it, she started moving with the rhythm of Bartam’s strokes. The heat was building in her pleasure mound and she was trying to escape the sinful feelings. But, each time she tried to buck away from Bartam’s tongue, he followed her with his arm. He timed his strokes to match her writhing, making it seem as if she was trying to get off on his arm.
Reetha had had a lot of experience denying herself orgasms, but never had she had so much stimulation. Her whole body was sore and tired from getting fucked in every hole she had. Her breasts burned with the sensation of being kneaded like dough, and her nipples had been sucked and nibbled until they throbbed with pain.
She didn’t understand why the pain felt so good. She didn’t understand why Bartam was trying to make her orgasm. Why couldn’t he just be satisfied with his own pleasure? His brothers and friends were.
As she thought this, she felt hot liquid spurt on her toes from Karn’s cock which he’d been rubbing on her foot. He then sucked his own cum off her toe as he stroked his softened penis.
Zax was still playing with her breasts. Now, he climbed on the bar and straddled her chest. He gripped her boobs and squeezed them into his cock, then began thrusting, fucking her breasts.
The heat in Reetha’s pelvis kept growing.
Ernat pushed his brother Jerg off of her mouth and stuck his narrower, but longer, penis into it again. It choked her as he thrust.
Zax watched Reetha’s throat move with Ernat’s thrusts hypnotically. Soon, he grunted as he came, spurting his cum all over her upper chest and neck. Some even landed on her chin and on Ernat’s cock.
Ernat flicked the cum off his dick angrily. “Keep your juices off me you fucking twat.”
Zax laughed. “You’re a fucking twat.” He retorted as he climbed off Reetha and off the bar.
Bartam had finally begun to feel that tell tale hardening of a nub nestled in the folds of Reetha’s pleasure mound. Eagerly, he sucked at it. It made him excited as the little nub grew and hardened, like a little penis. His own penis roused again at the thought. He couldn’t wait to taste her cum.
Bartam teased at Reetha’s clit with his tongue, flicking it rapidly. At the same time, he thrust into her with his fist. Reetha’s pleasure built, and it terrified her. She’d had so much control, before. But there was no where to escape now, no way she could stop this.
The heat grew and grew and then she felt her clit pulsing and her whole pelvis contracting around Bartam’s arm. Her throat throbbed around Ernat’s cock, and he came too, his cum invading her.
The orgasm, she knew this must be an orgasm, went on and on. Bartam kept licking her as she writhed, and when Ernat let his cock slip from her mouth, she gasped and cried out.
“Stop! Stop! Please, Bartam! I can’t, no!” She moaned, her voice raw, as the orgasm faded away and Bartam continue to lap at her. He loved the sweet and sour taste of her cum, like cinnamon and butter. He didn’t want to waste a bit of it. It had taken a lot of work to get it.
Reetha bucked against Bartam as he licked her. She had never felt so much, not pain exactly, just so much feeling. Not even getting fucked in the ass, or choked by a cock had felt so intense. And while Bartam’s fist in her life hole had felt a bit painful before, except for when his knuckles grazed that special place inside, now it felt amazingly good.
Her whole vagina was going numb with pleasure. Reetha burst into tears.
Is this what it would have felt like, to mate a thunder god? She wondered. She would never know, now.
Jerg leaned over her head, pulling it towards him again as he had before. Instead of kissing her, though, this time he tasted her tears. He loved to see a beautiful woman cry, especially when it took a lot to get those tears. Reetha had taken a lot from them this evening, and her tears tasted delicious.
Slowly, the men stopped touching her, as if, by breaking her, they’d calmed their own lust. Bartam stood back from her and slowly stroked his cock as he looked at her helpless and disheveled body, his brother licking at the tears that ran down her face.
At that moment he felt disgusted with himself, with all of them. What had they done to this woman? Had she deserved this, just because she’d rejected him?
All his anger drained away and now he felt strangely protective of Reetha. Savagely, he elbowed Karn away, who was still massaging his cock with Reetha’s cum covered foot.
“That’s it. We’re done here.” He growled as the other men.
Bartam wasn’t the oldest among them, or the biggest, but he was the one they all listened to. Ernat and Zax stepped back and started working on untying Reetha’s hands.
Jerg looked up at his brother as he licked another tear from Reetha’s cheek. Seeing the expression on Bartam’s face he sighed and let go of Reetha’s head, standing and backing away.
The men had untied Reetha’s hands and she’d curled in on herself on the bar.
Bartam stared at her, wondering what to do with her now. His plans, when he’d paid off the innkeeper to have this night, had never extended past his own ejaculation. He had never planned to make her cum too. He had never planned to feel bad about it.
Bartam sighed. He scooped Reetha up in his arms and headed out of the inn towards his house.
“Clean this fucking mess up,” He called to the others as he stalked out with his woman.
Reetha was beyond caring where Bartam was taking her or what he was going to do to her next. Her arms were sore from pulling at the ropes, her wrists were raw and bleeding, her throat hurt, and her ass hurt. Her pussy was throbbing with the remnants of pleasure, and she was covered in five different guys cum.
At his house, Bartam started a fire and boiled gallons of water, filling his steel tub inches by inches. He had to boil the water first, he didn’t want any of Reetha’s wounds to become infected from dirty water.
As he worked on the bath, Reetha lay curled on his rug, not caring about anything.
When the water was cool enough to not burn her, Bartam picked up his woman and laid her in the bath. Gently, he cleaned her, all of her. He wiped Karn’s cum from her foot, and Zax’ cum from her chest and neck, and his brother’s cum from her mouth. As he cleaned each spot, he kissed it.
When he kissed her lips, gentle and kind, Reetha began crying again. Rivulets of tears streamed down her cheeks as she quietly wept. Bartam kissed her eyes, gently. Then he washed her hair.
Lastly, he cleaned his own cum from her pussy and ass.
Bartam picked Reetha up out of the bath and laid her on his bed. He dried her with his towel. And he rubbed his own lotion into her skin. Everything gentle, everything kind.
He dressed her in his softest robe and put her under his covers and tucked her in. Bartam kissed Reetha on the forehead and, surprising himself, sang her a lullaby.
When she drifted to sleep, Bartam got up and walked outside his house. He needed air.
Ernat, Jerg, Zax, and Karn were waiting for him on his porch.
“What the fuck are you doing, man?” Ernat asked his younger brother.
“I don’t fucking know,” Bartam answered honestly.
“That bitch is not going to forgive you,” Zax commented cheerfully.
“I fucking know that, you cock sucking twat.” Bartam replied calmly.
“Then why the fuck bother to be nice to her now?” Jerg asked, genuinely confused.
“Shit,” Bartam sighed. “She just looked so fucking beautiful after she came, and she took all our shit and still came. Damn, I don’t know. I think I fucked up.”
The men all laughed then. “Well, we had a lot of fucking fun. That was the best fucking night I’ve had since, ever!” Ernat commented.
“Maybe she liked it?” Karn suggested. “Maybe we can do it again?”
“You’re a fucking idiot, Karn.” Zax slapped his shoulder. “No woman likes getting raped. Even if she fucking came, she’s going to hate all of us.”
“I’m OK with being hated,” Jerg commented. “I would love to make her cry again. Can we, Bartam?”
Bartam looked at his friends and brothers, a little disgusted with them all right now.
“Aw fuck off home, all of you. We can talk about it later.”
The men all looked a bit disappointed as they went their separate ways.
Bartam slept on the floor next to the bed that night. He wanted Reetha to feel safe when she woke up, and not like she’d was about to be fucked, again. It was a stupid idea, but he just couldn’t bring himself to sleep on the bed with her.
Reetha woke up slowly. She hurt, but she didn’t feel bad, exactly. Her body was sore, but she was clean, and comfortable, and warm. She thought of what had happened the night before and instead of feeling disgust or fear, her pussy tingled and her nipples tightened.
She thought about that for a while, before opening her eyes. What Bartam and those other men had done to her was wrong. It was deeply wrong. And yet, when she tried to summon up some hatred for them, some anger, it wouldn’t come. Well, maybe she was angry at Karn. It really was disgusting that he’d used her foot as a fuck toy. She didn’t think she could approve of that.
She remembered afterward, when Bartam had carried her to his house, had bathed her, had tucked her in and sang to her. That had been confusing, but nice too.
Even more surprising, though, was all her pain at being rejected by the thunder gods, it was gone. It was like all the bad feelings had been fucked out of her, and then she’d been cleaned up and put back together as a new person.
Catharsis, that was the name of this feeling, what she felt now.
Reetha opened her eyes and looked around Bartam’s house. And there he was, sleeping on the floor. Reetha frowned, why was he sleeping on the floor? This was his house, shouldn’t he sleep in the bed?
As if they were connected now, Bartam woke and looked at her. They stared at each other like that, silently, for long minutes. Finally, Bartam got up.
Despite the fact that she didn’t feel angry or afraid, she shrunk back from Bartam as he rose. She didn’t know what to expect from him. Would he be the monster who’d raped her or the gentleman who’d cleaned her and put her to bed?
Bartam flinched when she pulled back from him.
“I won’t ever hurt you again,” He told her. “I am sorry for what I did last night. I know that an apology is worthless.”
Reetha stared at Bartam. “What do you want from me?” She finally asked.
Bartam shook his head, “nothing.”
Reetha felt like she’d been slapped. The anger she hadn’t felt before surfaced now and seared her blood white hot.
“Nothing?” She sneered. “You stole my body, used it for your own pleasure, then you stole my pleasure, made me feel… Made me feel things I’d never felt, never wanted to feel. And now, what? I’m nothing to you?”
Bartam stared at Reetha, confused. “Do you want to be something to me?”
He definitely still wanted her. But, whereas before he felt that he absolutely deserved her, now he felt not nearly good enough for her. An uncomfortable feeling stirred in his gut, it was regret.
Reetha threw back the blankets from the bed and stood up. Suddenly she was enraged to even have this man’s robe on her. She tore it off and threw it at him.
“I want nothing from you,” she growled. “I never wanted anything from you.”
That disdain, that God damn pride. Now he remembered why he’d wanted to teach her a lesson. Bartam was amazed to feel the anger rise in him again.
“I fucking know that, princess. But I know you loved that orgasm I gave you. I bet you’ve never had one like that before. Have you?”
“I’ve never had an orgasm at all, you worthless selfish prick!” Reetha screamed at him.
“What?!” Bartam asked in shock.
Reetha just shook her head at him and stalked toward the door, still naked.
“You can’t go out like that!” Bartam reprimanded and grabbed her arm.
“Why the fuck not? You think someone will rape me? Well, it’s too late to prevent that now isn’t it?” Reetha snarled.
“Shit, Reetha! I’m sorry,” He was back to feeling guilty. “But, you can’t let everyone see you naked.”
“Did you fucking forget who I am, Bartam? I’ve spent more of the last seven years naked than clothed, fucking trying to become a fucking thunder rider. And it was all a fucking waste. What have I got now, Bartam? This body?” Reetha gestured at her body coldly, “it’s worthless to me. If you and your fucking friends want it, you can have it. I don’t give a shit anymore.”
Bartam reeled back. “Reetha, I…”
She wrenched her wrist from his grip and strode out the door, stomping naked across town to her own house. As she walked, people looked up at her curiously, then at him. They probably thought he was dating her now, that this was just a lover’s quarrel.
Bartam saw Karn leave his house and walk towards Reetha.
No fucking way. Bartam thought as he stalked out to intercept his friend.
“Fuck off, Karn.” Bartam said as he pushed him out of Reetha’s path.
Karn grinned at his friend, “you’re fucking nuts, Bartam. That woman is going to be nothing but trouble now. We fucking raped her, and you’re just going to let her go and tell whoever she wants? We should have killed her. I thought that was the fucking plan.”
Bartam glared at Karn. Ok, maybe he’d given the impression that they were going to kill Reetha. It was just that he hadn’t thought of anything past wanting to fuck her. Dealing with consequences had not been part of his plan.
“We’re not fucking killing her, Karn.” He gritted out the words.
“You better get her under control then, my friend. Walking out your house naked is not painting a good picture.”
Bartam huffed, “I know. Just, let me handle it. Anyway, we have more friends in this town than she does, nothing’s going to happen to us, no matter what she says.”
Karn shrugged and stalked away.
Bartam walked slowly to Reetha’s small cottage, and went in without bothering to knock.
“We’re done talking,” Reetha told him as she put on a skirt and blouse.
“No, we’re not. Look, Reetha, you can’t say anything to anyone about what happened last night. The other’s will kill you if they think you’ll talk.”
“I’m not a fucking idiot, Bartam.” Reetha knew that Bartam and his family had all the power in this town. She was just a rejected offering to the thunder gods. All her potential worth, wasted and gone.
“I didn’t say you were.” Bartam was getting angry again, Reetha always had that effect on him.
“Look, Bartam. I already said you can have my fucking body. If you want to fuck me, just do it. Don’t waste my time insulting me otherwise.”
Bartam frowned, he didn’t like it when she just gave up like that. Guiltily he realized that he liked it when she fought, it excited him. He wanted her to put him down, because then he could feel justified in fucking her senseless. This new Reetha, who was ready to just give it up, he didn’t like that. And he done this to her.
“I don’t want you to just lay down and take it, Reetha. I want you to fight me.”
Reetha’s mouth dropped open. “I am fucking tired of fighting, Bartam. You know what? All that fucking last night actually helped me let go of that dream I’d been holding on to. I’m never going to be a thunder rider. I need to be realistic now.”
Bartam’s stomach roiled. He didn’t like this at all. He wanted her hate, her passion, and he wanted it aimed at him. Angrily, he grabbed Reetha and pressed her body to his, kissing her roughly.
Reetha gasped as she felt Bartams hard cock press into her stomach. Unbelievably, to her, heat spread up her pelvis. Despite what she’d just said about how Bartam could have her body, she pushed him away and slapped him. He could only have her body if she wasn’t going to feel turned on by it. She couldn’t take another of those brutal orgasms. Once was enough.
Bartam snarled, “I thought you said I could have you?”
“I lied,” Reetha said, savagely.
“Fucking bitch, you’re fucking mine. You’ve always been fucking mine. I let you waste time trying to be a thunder rider, but you’ve always been meant to be mine. In fact, you’re not going to spend another night in this place. Pack up, you’re moving in with me.”
“Not in a million years! I hate you!” Reetha screamed at him.
“Perfect,” Bartam replied sardonically. “You can hate me as my wife.”
“That was a bullshit fucking proposal, Bartam. And we don’t practice those old ways anymore. You don’t have to marry me just because you raped away my virginity, you backward asshole fucker!”
“I don’t have to do shit, Reetha. But I am fucking marrying you. Someone as traditional as you should fucking appreciate this.”
Reetha seethed. Worryingly, part of her was thrilled at the idea. She had been desperately old fashioned, saving even her orgasms for the possibility of becoming a thunder rider. What else did she have now? Why not become a rape wife?
And the terrible truth was, she hadn’t felt more alive since her last mating dance, than when she fought with Bartam. He’d taken it too far last night, though. And she knew, knew deep in her bones, that he would do it again. He’d felt guilty, sure, but he’d loved sharing her with his brothers and friends. He’d loved forcing her to orgasm, fucking her brutally.
Heat pooled in Reetha’s pussy as she remembered getting thoroughly fucked. Her face burned red with shame.
Bartam was packing up her clothes and her few belongings into her bed sheets. Reetha sat down on her only chair and looked around the little cottage. It was a hovel compared to Bartam’s fancy house. She was a nobody compared to him, he was important in this town.
“Why me? You could have any woman in this town. Why do you want the one woman who doesn’t want you?” Reetha asked.
“Because you hate me, and I deserve it.” Bartam said, as he savagely threw her things into the pile on her bed.
“I don’t hate you,” Reetha denied, shocked to realize it was true. She should hate him, after what he did to her.
“You should hate me,” Bartam said, echoing her thoughts.
“Well I don’t. So go rape some other girl and get her to hate you instead. Shit! No, that’s not what I want. Don’t rape anyone else, Bartam. That’s not OK.”
“You’re right, Reetha. It’s not OK. I promise I’ll only rape you. Now, let’s go.” Bartam gathered up her stuff wrapped her sheets and heaved it over one shoulder, shoving her towards the door.
Reetha allowed herself to be shepherded back to his house.
She walked inside and saw Ernat, Jerg, Zax, and Karn, waiting for them. She stopped moving forward, fear flaring through her.
Bartam stepped around her and dropped her stuff next to him.
“Everything is fine, guys. Reetha is going to marry me, and she’s never going to talk about what we did to her,” Bartam said. “So you can all go fuck off again.”
Reetha stared down at the floor as Bartam talked, her back pressed against the wall. Somehow, she’d felt safe with Bartam, but not with these men here too.
“Ok, you can have her,” Ernat said, soothingly. “But we want to have a taste every now and then too. Reetha won’t mind that, will you Reetha?”
“It’s not Reetha’s fucking choice,” Bartam growled at his brother. “I say who touches her, and how, and when. Got it?”
“Oh, she’s crying,” Jerg said, lovingly. “Oh, let me kiss those tears away, Reetha. That will be OK, won’t it, Bartam?”
“Everyone out, right fucking now!” Bartam shouted.
The men shuffled out the door to sit on the porch. They weren’t done with Bartam and Reetha yet.
“Reetha, you’re going to have to service my brothers and friends, you got it?”
“Not Karn,” Reetha begged quietly. She no longer felt like she any control over her life. She was beginning to accept that she belonged to Bartam.
Bartam looked at her sharply, he wasn’t exactly happy with Karn right now either. “All right, not Karn.” He agreed.
“Now, you’re not going to do anything today, you deserve a rest after how hard you worked last night. I’ll let the guys know. You start unpacking your stuff and get some rest, all right?”
Reetha nodded wearily. She was glad that Bartam wasn’t going to make her suck his brother’s cocks today or let Zax fuck her boobs. And she was glad he’d agreed to ban Karn. All her anger about last night could be directed at Karn, she decided. That was the safest way to get comfortable with her new life.
Bartam confronted the men on his porch. “Look, I’ll allow Reetha to suck your cocks, Ernat and Jerg, sometimes. When I say. And that’s not fucking today, OK? And Zax, you can fuck her boobs sometimes. But her fucking ass and pussy belong to me and you only get yours when I say, understand?”
The men nodded, his brothers and Zax were smiling as they imagined the future fucking.
“What about me?” Karn demanded.
“You get fucking nothing, Karn.” Bartam snapped at him. “In fact, were not friends anymore. I don’t want to see you around Reetha, ever.”
“Fuck, man?! What did I do to you?” He asked, hurt.
“You fucking pissed me off, that’s what. Get over it, Karn. Go find some other woman to foot fuck, you’re never getting my woman again.”
“Yeah, well fuck you too!” Karn yelled as he stalked off the porch towards his home.
“Well, fuck!” Zax laughed. “Glad I didn’t piss you off. Just let me know when you need to remind that bitch of yours what her place is, and I’ll be happy to help you out. Enjoy fucking married life, you dumb fuck.”
“Yeah, you all fuck off now and leave me the fuck alone, at least for a whole damn week!” Bartam commanded his brothers and best friend.
“Sure, brother,” Jerg winked as he sauntered away. The others followed.
Bartam went inside and locked the door. He had a wife now, and he was going to show her just how many ways there were to fuck.
She thought she knew some things after last night, but there was so much more. It was a good thing for her that she had such a caring teacher. Bartam laughed.
Reetha looked at her new husband. The way he was laughing sent chills up her back and tingles through her pussy. She had a feeling that what they’d done last night was only the tip of the iceberg when it came to things Bartam wanted to do to her.
Somehow, despite everything, she couldn’t wait to get started.