Page 74 of Bought to Break
Lana coughed and spluttered but swallowed. ‘Begin what?’ she asked groggily, trying desperately to remember what was going on.
‘The ritual, of course,’ said Vie, holding something up. ‘I should tell you now that I’m a witch. I was born though, so different than you, but a witch just the same. You have to keep it to yourself though. As far as my neighbours are concerned, I’m a simple wise woman with herb skill.’
‘Why are you telling me?’ Lana tried to focus on the blurry object the woman held and, seeking to rub her eyes to clear them, tried to move her arm. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t move anything; not her arms or her legs – only her head.
‘So you understand that I know what I’m doing,’ the witch replied.
She began to breathe quickly and shallowly, unable to draw a full breath. ‘Why can’t I–’
‘Calm down, Lana. It’s just part of the ritual. You won’t be able to move this body until it’s done, but don’t worry; you won’t need to once it begins. Look at me.’
Lana did as she was told. Her eyes had cleared and she was finally wide awake. She also saw the strange item Vie held with clarity. It was a thick cylinder with a rounded bulb on one end and what appeared to be a handle on the other. ‘What is that?’
‘This,’ she said, bringing the long, stone thing closer to her, ‘is a phallus that once adorned a statue in the first gods’ temple on the Mount. It will get you to the ones who can help you.’
‘How?’ Lana swallowed. ‘What are you going to do with it?’ she asked, fearing the answer.
‘Exactly what you’re thinking, I’m afraid. The Gods have odd senses of humour,’ she said simply, giving Lana a sympathetic look. ‘Sorry.’
Lana tried to struggle, but it was useless. There weren’t any bonds to strain against. In fact, she wasn’t even on the bed, but hovering in the air quite far over it, she realised.
‘No!’ she shrieked. ‘Why are you doing this? I thought you were going to help me!’
The witch grimaced. ‘I’m sorry, Lana. God magick is generally a carnal thing, and its the only way to get you to where you need to go so you don’t die. I’m not some pervert gaining pleasure from this, I assure you. If there was another way, I’d do it.’
Lana gasped as her legs were suddenly wrenched wide by some unseen force. Vie parted her inner lips gently.
‘I beg you. Please don’t.’
‘Hush. I’m being paid well to save you, and this is the only way I know. I will go as gentle as I can,’ she said, sounding distracted, and Lana felt the head of the very cold instrument probe her opening. ‘Try to relax. I’ve used oil so it will move easily within you. And, Lana,’ she hesitated and gave her a look of warning, ‘just do what they say, all right?’
Lana cried out as the phallus entered her, the stone forcing her channel to widen. It was pulled out and thrust back in, this time going further and forcing her to bite back a moan. Vie did this a few more times as Lana twisted and whimpered. It didn’t hurt; it felt good and that was perhaps the worst part. She should not be enjoying this, she thought, as she began to welcome the feeling of it filling her, pleasure mounting quickly. But, then, the energy the potion had given her left her and she spiralled down into darkness, thinking that at best the ritual hadn’t worked and at worst Vie was depraved and evil and there was no ritual at all.
‘Well,well, it’s been a while since one of you found your way here, mortal.’
Lana was standing in a white stone hall. Majestic columns surrounded an enormous room. Fountains nearby trickled and babbled, their sound unnaturally pleasing to the ear. A stream meandered through as well, its path in the marble of the floor worn completely smooth.
She looked down at herself and saw a flowing white dress that was held at the shoulders by two rows of delicate gold clasps.
‘Are you simple?’
She looked around, trying to locate the speaker, and finally spied an impossibly beautiful man lounging on a bed. He was dressed in white as well. She approached him cautiously.
‘No, I’m not simple. Am I dead?’
The man chuckled. ‘No, my sweet girl. You aren’t dead. Not yet, but your aura suggests you will be soon.’
He sat up slowly, surveying her. ‘What do you think, Magnus?’ His question was directed at someone behind her, and she quickly turned to find another man, just as handsome as the first. His garb was similar, but his hair was blond where the other’s was a light brown.
‘I think you’re right, Bastian. It’s been a long time since a mortal girl came looking for us.’
His eyes danced with mischief – at her expense, she realised. Anger rose in her. Where was Vie? Who were these men? They were pleasing to look at, to be sure, but the last she remembered, the witch had been defiling her with a white marble phallus.
‘How did you get here, girl?’ Magnus asked.
Lana blushed crimson and her anger was replaced entirely with mortification. ‘A – a ritual,’ she stammered. ‘A woman…a witch …’
Bastian chuckled again. ‘I don’t suppose it had something to do with a big, stone cock?’
