Page 6 of Breaking the Bloodstone Curse
“Yes, well—this way, ladies.” Maximus gestured to them and then pointed at Brax. “And you, get ready to go. The young lady is buying you as her bodyslave and I expect you to behave for her.”
“Yes, Master,” Brax rumbled. It wasn’t like he had much to pack—he literally didn’t own anything except a few ragged pieces of clothing his Master gave him to wear so he wouldn’t be indecent. The leather and chain outfit he fought in while in the ring belonged to Maximus and he would no doubt keep it for the next fighter he bought to wear.
As for Cheeky, Brax decided he would pack the protein crunchies, since they seemed to be the little chirler’s favorite food. That ought to keep him happy in their new home—wherever it was.
As the girl and her aunt—the overly made-up Yonnite Mistress—left with his ex-Master, Brax couldn’t help staring at her. Her full bottom twitched becomingly under the pale-yellow gown she wore and he could feel his shaft getting hard all over again.
On one hand, he was glad to be leaving the Blood Circuit. On the other hand, it seemed he wasn’t going to get to taste the sweet little female, as he had hoped. His Thirst, which was exacerbated by his Ryther half, was growing but, at least for now, there was no way to slake it.
Well, he would deal with that later, he told himself. For now, he was in the Goddess’s hands and he didn’t believe she would play him wrong.
And who knows—maybe my new Mistress will want to ‘train’ me the way Mistress Leelah did, he thought and felt his shaft straining against his towel once more. Those “training sessions” were still the stuff of his dreams—the fantasies he pictured when he took himself in hand.
If his new Mistress wanted that kind of relationship with him, well, he would be more than happy to serve her on his knees every fucking night.
He would just have to wait and see if that was the case.
4
SERENAI
Feeling like she was in a daze, Serenai completed the sale and signed all the documents of ownership for her new bodyslave. She couldn’t get out of her head how the huge warrior had looked, wrapped only in a towel with water beading on his broad, bare shoulders and his long, black hair slicked back from his high forehead. The crimson tattoos that wound around his muscular left arm and the left side of his chest stood out like blood against his gray skin.
He looks so different from old Geordo back at the Convent, she thought, comparing him with the only other male she’d ever really known. He’s so big and tall and muscular…and what was that thing hanging between his legs?
She’d seen him showering himself off before she’d dared to go and talk to him and had seen a kind of thick hose with a broad head dangling between his thighs. It had surprised her because she’d never seen any kind of male anatomy before. She did remember one of the girls in her dorm room talking about the “snake” that lived in a man’s pants, but Serenai had thought she was lying. After all, who could live with a serpent in their trousers?
Honestly, she wouldn’t have dared to speak to the huge warrior at all if she hadn’t seen him talking so gently to the little chirler. He could have crushed the tiny creature in one huge hand, but it was clear that “Cheeky,” as he called him, had no fear of him at all.
And what was that he was saying to me before Aunt Nibblegrim came around the corner and started speaking? Something about never hurting me?
But there was something else too—something about “tasting” her, wasn’t there? What had he meant by that?
Serenai had no idea but for some reason the memory made her stomach feel like a hundred flutterbyes had taken off inside it. The huge half-breed warrior’s voice was so deep and soft and the way his pale eyes had almost seemed to glow when he spoke to her…well, she’d never felt like this around anyone before. She didn’t know how to name the emotion, but she found she rather liked it, even though it made her stomach feel fluttery and strange.
Still, I must be on my guard around him. Aunt Nibblegrim says no bodyslave wants to be owned. She says they’re all trying to escape all the time—which is the reason they all have to wear pain collars.
Serenai hated pain collars herself. She had seen them used by several Mistresses—they usually carried tiny remotes, often in a chain hung around their neck. When they pointed the remote at the pain collar worn by their bodyslave, the poor male would crumple to the ground in agony. It seemed so inhumane—so cruel. So?—
“So now, what about the pain collar? You said it’s included in his price, correct?” Aunt Nibblegrim’s voice interrupted her train of thought.
“Yes, indeed and let me tell you, it’s the strongest one on the market,” the little man who had sold her the huge warrior boasted. “But to tell you the truth, Brax isn’t one to misbehave. He gets most of his aggression out in the ring. Other than that, as long as you buy him a girl to taste every now and again, he won’t cause you any trouble.”
“I beg your pardon? A girl to taste?” Aunt Nibblegrim raised her eyebrows delicately.
“Yeah, you know. He likes to eat pussy.” The little man shrugged his scrawny shoulders. “It’s the Kindred part of him—they get a thirst for female juices.”
“Such things are not tolerated here on Yonnie Six!” exclaimed Aunt Nibblegrim.
“They’re not?” He looked surprised. “But I’ve seen the way you Mistresses make your bodyslaves kneel in front of you and?—”
“That is simply the custom of allowing a bodyslave to kiss his Mistress’s panties,” Aunt Nibblegrim corrected him. “Nothing more happens than that!”
“Oh, well, excuse me.” The man shrugged again. “Anyway, if you’re not going to let him eat pussy, you might need the pain collar more than I thought.” He nodded at Serenai. “Here, I’ll transfer the remote over to you. All you have to do is press this button with your thumb and then you’ll be the only one who can touch it. That way the bodyslave can’t just grab it and set themselves free,” he added. “Because it’ll shock the hell out of them if they try.”
“You’d better allow me to use the remote as well,” Aunt Nibblegrim said, puffing her chest out importantly. “I’m afraid my niece is rather tender-hearted—she might hesitate to punish the big brute if he gets out of line, whereas I will not.”
Serenai watched as her Aunt pressed her thumb to the remote and then allowed the man to press her own thumb to the correct button as well. She put the remote, which was on a long chain, around her neck. But inside she was feeling so shocked she could barely speak.
