Chapter 9
R hyder strode up to the table and threw the bloody dick he had just cut from a corpse in front of Osric.
“Is this the kind of discipline in your Congregation?” he spat coldly. “This man touched what’s mine.”
Then there were apologies and shock, angry denunciations of the deceased man, and I felt Eli watching me.
What if I told Rhyder that Eli had been the one to give permission? Would it make things more dangerous for me?
“I will get the dogs,” Osric said. “He will be torn limb from limb as Holy Writ decrees.”
I felt a little shiver go through me.
“Go wait for me there,” Rhyder instructed, pointing out to where he had pitched a heavy canvas tent.
The urge to refuse to sleep with him was on the tip of my tongue, but what good would it do?
Rhyder wouldn’t allow it, and I should be smart enough to know next to him was the safest place in camp.
But it burned my gut to have to be so dependent on him.
Sometimes when we were kids I had raged at Rhyder for always stepping in for me.
Everyone in the Congregation had to carry heavy packs to make winter camp?
Not me. Rhyder would carry mine.
Everyone have to pull their weight with a barn building, catch 4 pounds of fish, stand in the holy waters to purge our sins?
Rhyder was always there pulling weight for me too, catching extra fish to count for mine, holding me up in the holy waters so I wouldn’t fall into the frozen, icy rapids.
“Let me do things myself!” I would cry.
“No,” was all Rhyder said. “I am big and you are small.”
And nothing I said ever convinced him to let me do it by myself.
I trudged over to the tent, still trembling all over.
Eli did not like that Rhyder had claimed me, and I thought he was going to use me to get at my brother.
That was a very dangerous game, and I didn’t like to think where it would end.
I didn’t want to lie down but I was exhausted, and I slumped to the ground, too tired even to wipe my brother’s semen from where it clung to my thighs, made a sticky mess of my calves.
The howls of the dogs as they were sent out to tear up the corpse frightened me, the tan canvas of the tent barely any protection against them.
But it wasn’t the tent that kept me protected.
It was Rhyder.
My lips were sore and aching, and I gently touched one to feel them swollen and puffed-up.
Despite my fear and panic, I still felt sleepy as I lay my head down on the pillow and blankets. Rhyder was methodical, neat and tidy with everything he did, and it looked like he hadn’t changed. I rubbed my dirty legs all over his sleeping bag as one last weak defiance.
The ground was hard and cold, but the blankets were soft.
I should be trying to think of ways to escape, but I felt drowsy and weak, my obedience reluctant and resentful.
If I ran, Rhyder would chase.
There was no escape for me
But I didn’t have to like it, didn’t have to like his power or his control.
My cunt still felt soft and supple, my body still covered with the sticky drying mess of his releases and mine, his cum running down my throat, covering my breasts. I could even feel it pooled in my belly button, running in rivulets down to my ankles.
The way I had come on his hard thigh, the way I had felt the vibrations through my body. . . shameful. It was unnatural . Wrong. I had come with his voice in my ear and my tits tightening.
Depravity. I was being brainwashed again, like my deprogrammer had warned would happen if my brother ever found me again.
The only thing was that my mouth had agreed with my deprogrammer that it wasn’t likely he would ever catch up with me. . .
But deep in my soul I had known that was a lie. . .
Rhyder would find me.
I was almost asleep when he came in.
Drowsily, I heard him pull off his jacket and step out of his pants, then lie down beside me.
I tried to stay very still as he moved so close that I could feel my skin buzz, even though he wasn’t touching me.
The Holy Relic around his neck brushed cool against my back, and I heard him raise it to his mouth to kiss.
“Sister, I’m going to mark you as soon as I can,” he said. “With my sign, so it’s clear who you belong to.”
I was exhausted, too tired to protest as he put a hand on my belly, pulling me back into his arms.
His skin felt heated, burning to the touch.
“I wanted the first time to be in front of everyone,” he rumbled, stirring the fine hairs on my neck. “So I could claim you as mine in front of the Allfather and the whole Congregation.”
I was too sleepy to have a good response to this, so I just closed my eyes tighter and tried to go to sleep.
“Truly we have been blessed by the Allfather,” Rhyder said. “To have found each other again. Nothing was right without you.”
His voice rumbled on my back, vibrating through my chest, his rough fingers on my chin, trying to encourage me to turn around and kiss him.
But I wouldn’t.
His cock hardened on my back as his fingers moved down my throat to cup my small breasts.
Then he was rolling over me, laying me on my back and pulling up my dress again, groaning as he sunk so deep into me it felt like I would split in two.
This time I felt the slick give as he reached greedy hands into the shredded bodice of my dress, rough fingers skimming my breasts, the callouses on his fingers catching on my sensitive nipples as he thrust into me.
When I gasped, he moved up to my mouth, kissing my sore lips, though they felt swollen from his cock.
“Temperance, open for me,” he growled, and I knew he meant more than just my cunt.
He wanted all of me. He wanted an open cunt, sweet lips, me to love him back.
But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.
Rhyder was big and overpowering, his arms and legs caging me in powerfully. My nipples stung a bit, unwilling heat there and in my reluctant cunt.
The tent was dark, my brother’s body big and powerful.
How many times had he already come that day, and his cock was still taking me with such an urgent, punishing pace?
When he came, I felt like a tiny bird trapped in a wicked spider’s web, that all my flailing around had gotten me was ensnared and tightened in the web.
Rhyder moved back behind me, pulling me firmly against his chest as his seed sat heavy and wicked inside me.
“I didn’t want the first time to be out in the woods,” Rhyder said, his voice raw with emotion. “I wanted the first time to be after the claiming ceremony. I wanted it to be in front of the Prophet and the whole Congregation. So everyone would know that you belong to me, would see it written on your throat, in lines down your back and arms.”
His hands traced reverential lines down my face, a low note of pain in his voice as he felt the tears leak from my eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
I didn’t know how to say everything that was wrong, my cunt and core aching and raw, his cum pooling in my thighs, seeping into my skin.
“My books,” I said, bitterness lacing in my voice. “You wouldn’t even leave me one. You wouldn’t even let me have one .”
“What do you need a book for? You have me.”
I cried out in the helpless struggle against his power and obsession.
“It’s always the same with you, Rhyder! You’re too jealous to let me have anything of my own.”
“You can’t love anything but me,” he said again, his voice hard and angry.
“Whatever. Fuck me if you want to. Just don’t talk to me.”
And I squeezed my eyes shut and refused to say anything else.
But it didn’t stop him from whispering in my ear, and I fell asleep as I always had, to my brother’s whispered devotion.
His voice a low, jagged croon.
I love you
You are mine
You belong to me