Page 56 of Given to the Fae
I stifle a sob.
‘I’m Fate Touched!’ I hiss in one last ditch effort to get them to stop this.
‘Never heard of you.’
They snigger low, so they can’t be heard.
‘She has a good, firm arse,’ one of them says, slapping me too lightly for it to hurt.
I kick back at him, catching him on the shin, and he yelps.
‘She’s still trying to get out of the block,’ I hear the demon remark. ‘Sheisa feisty one.’
‘Aye, she is at that,’ Warrior laments.
‘You wouldn’t consider selling her, would you?’
Warrior laughs. ‘I’m afraid not. Despite her intractable nature, I’m quite attached to her.’
‘Of course. Would you have any objections to the bulls giving her some discipline to subdue her struggles, then? She could hurt herself quite badly if not corrected soon.’
‘No, though her skin is thick. As you can see from the scars, a few slaps across the arse with a palm doesn’t do much. I usually start with the cane.’
‘No!’ I wail, struggling more, pulling my wrists until they pop, but it’s fruitless.
‘I’ll release her with a phallus afterward,’ the demon says. ‘She’ll be more than malleable after that, and it’ll stretch her cunt enough to take my bulls’ cocks easily.’
My head hangs and I start to sob quietly.
I hear the cane whistle through the air before I feel it crack across my cheeks.
I jump and squeal loudly at the flare of agony, and the bull is quick. He gets two more lashes in on the same spot, making my stomach roll before fate intervenes. I don’t see it, but there’s a crash and a loud thud as he falls to the floor.
‘Master, Black was hit by one of the mallets. It fell off the wall. He’s breathing, but he ent awake.’
‘Gods,’ Warrior exclaims, ‘your bull. Perhaps this was a mistake.’ I hear him gathering the gold he spilt over the table. ‘I’ll take my coin elsewhere.’
‘No!’ the demon says. ‘There’s no need. I have plenty of bulls, as you saw. Continue, Roderik. Arc, move Black out of the way.
The cane hits me again, harder this time and I scream loudly. The fifth swing hits me low on the thighs.
Then there’s silence followed by a crash. Something hot splatters my legs. There’s a pregnant pause before I hear another of the bulls swear softly.
‘Gods, he’s fallen on the jug. The shard’s gone right through his chest. He’s dead, master.’
‘What is going on here?’ Warrior snarls, his tone thick with accusation. ‘Your bulls are nothing but clumsy oafs!’
‘That’s not... This has never happened before!’
‘I’m Kismet!’ I cry.
The demon is silent, and then I hear an incredulous laugh, which turns into a loud guffaw.
‘The things they say!’ he chuckles.
And then he’s next to me, patting my shoulder almost lazily. ‘You’ll do anything not to be rutted, but this is best for you. You’ll thank your master in the end.’
He takes a smooth stone phallus off the wall. Its shaft is thick and the head bulbous, and I shake my head vigorously.
