Brain(13)

I motioned to the other girl. She hadn’t recovered yet, but I needed her horny so I could smell them both aroused at the same time. “On your back in front of her, so she can eat you while I fuck her.”



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When I left the room after my two hours, the girls were flat on their backs, exhausted. My cock was pretty happy, and I figured I’d be okay around Ice for at least a couple of days. Or, a couple of hours, anyway. Such a sexy brain inside a beautiful, muscled body.

I took my mind off Ice’s body and checked my texts. Not surprisingly, Bash wanted more beer, and some steaks.

I wanted to text to make sure Ice was okay, but it’d only piss Bash off, so I didn’t. I picked up some brownies and cookies from the grocery store bakery, though, as well as the beer and steaks. Ice needed something sweet in her life.

The ride up the mountain was perfect — no cars in my way, the sunshine on my arms, and a perfectly banked curvy road.

However, my good mood evaporated when I shut off my motorcycle, and could smell Ice’s distress from the damned driveway. I smelled sheer terror, layered over humiliation, anger, pain, and pissed off female. Bash was sitting on the front porch, alone, but I didn’t ask where she was.

I carried the groceries in, and kept my mouth shut as I saw her in the dog crate — naked and bound, on display in one of the most uncomfortable and humiliating ways Bash could’ve put her without actual penetration. As it was, her pussy was on display. Empty and dry.

I’d seen her small breasts when I changed her clothes the other night, but she’d been knocked out, and ogling them as her kidnapper hadn’t felt right. Ogling her now felt even sicker, and I looked away as I carried the grocery bags to the kitchen.

I’d also seen the piercing, and thought it odd she was basically holding her labia closed around her clit, but hadn’t investigated then, and wouldn’t bring it up, now.

“She said she needed to be alone,” Bash said from behind me, his voice hostile. “I told her she’d have to be bound and confined if she wanted to be in a room without a guard.”

He knew I’d be pissed, and now undoubtedly smelled my anger and was trying to defend his actions. Too angry to trust my voice, I merely nodded as I put groceries away. Finally, I managed, “Why don’t you get started on the steaks. I’ll clean some potatoes and get them in the oven, then let her out. How long’s she been in?”

“Since about twenty minutes after you left.”

Including the time I’d spent driving before going to the hotel, and then my stop by the store… over four hours. Shit.

I cleaned the potatoes, wrapped them in aluminum foil, and had them in the oven in less than two minutes, and then made my way to her cage.

Bash had used our biggest ball gag, and secured it to the sides of the cage so she had no choice but to keep her face on the plastic floor. She hadn’t wet herself, thankfully, or her face would’ve been in it. She was probably about to pop, though.

I released her face, first, and then cut the ropes tying her knees to the side of the cage. Bash had intentionally situated her, and the cage, so I’d see her pussy and ass, fully spread and open as I walked in the door. Bastard.

Her arms were restrained behind her back, and another rope pulled her spine down, forcing it into an arch.

I coached her through backing out of the cage, but had to reach in and touch the sides of her bottom in order to cut the rope at her arms, and the one forcing her spine into an arch.

She was so damned shaky as she finally made her way out, but I kept my mouth shut. She didn’t want my sympathy.

I’d need to massage her arms and shoulders, get the blood flowing again, but first, I gingerly lifted her shaking body and carried her to the bathroom. She hurt so bad, and needed to go so bad, she peed without complaint while I held her up as she sat on the toilet. I was afraid she’d fall over if I let go.

There’d been no tear streaks on her face when I released her, but now, she fell apart and finally cried.

Nothing we’d done up till now had broken her, but Bash had managed.

He came to the bathroom door, looked in, but I moved my body in front of her so he couldn’t see. “Watch the steaks, dude. What did she do to deserve the way you bound her?” I wanted to trust her, but I also wanted there to be a reason for Bash to have bound her. I didn’t want to lash out at my brother, but I wasn’t far from it.

“I told you, she wanted to be alone. I warned her she’d have to be bound and confined, she said she didn’t care.”

I nodded, relieved she hadn’t tried to escape again, but pissed that Bash had mistreated her for no current reason.