Page 29 of Feast

Ika gave up biting and struggling. Fighting was clearly useless against this, the most brutish of the four ukkur.

She was carried back toward the darkness of the cave.

Once inside, Slaine removed his hand from her mouth, but an instant later, a thick piece of cloth was forced there, gagging her and stifling her attempts to scream more.

“Give it here,” Thusar commanded then.

Slaine obediently handed Ika over to his boss, and Ika found herself staring into that scarred face that was now only inches away from hers. His blue eyes had taken on a glacial coldness that sent a chill down her back.

She had thought the ukkur had been bluffing earlier when he said he would hurt her.

Now Ika realized she was mistaken.

Thusar sat down on a boulder near the blazing fire in the center of the cave. He dragged Ika face down on his lap with her naked backside bent and exposed over the muscles of thighs. Gods, he was every bit as hard as the stone he was sitting on. He was a piece of the cave itself broken free and come to life.

But what was he going to do to her?

What torture did this monster have in mind?

Ika twisted on his lap and looked back over her shoulder to see Thusar’s huge hand upraised and lit by the flickering orange glow of the fire. An even bigger shadow of that hand jumped and shuddered on the stone wall behind.

Thusar’s hand came down with so much speed that it made a whooshing sound in the air, and Ika gave a muffled cry through the gag in her mouth.

CHAPTER 11

Smack!

That massive hand came down hard on Ika’s bare bottom, sending a shockwave through her entire body that seemed to loosen her joints and rattle her teeth. She gave a muffled cry through her gag, more from surprise and shame than from actual pain, though there was plenty of that too.

Her backside burned. A stinging, scalding imprint in the shape of Thusar’s heavy hand.

“Stop!” Ika tried to shout. “Stop it right now!” But all that came through her gag were muted, meaningless sounds.

Thusar raised his hand and brought it down again. The sharp sound of skin connecting with skin echoed through the chamber. Ika’s skin felt seared where he had struck her.

Ika struggled on the ukkur’s lap. She squirmed and writhed, but the giant fist kept her hands clasped at the small of her back. She could not get free. The only thing that her wriggling achieved was to rub her sensitive places against Thusar’s hard, hot muscles.

With intense shame, Ika realized that her nipples were as stiff as beads again, and her slit was leaking more of that embarrassing wetness.

“Stop struggling,” Thusar growled. “You will endure your punishment.”

“It doesn’t understand you,” the one called Gunnar said as he set about bandaging his bitten hand.

“Perhaps it doesn’t understand my words. But it will understand the strength of my hand.”

And right on cue, that brutal hand came down again, three times in quick succession.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Each hard blow stung Ika’s skin and set the mounds of her rump to jiggling. The force of each hard impact sent vibrations deep into her core, causing shameful sensations of arousal like what she had experienced under Gunnar’s invasive touching.

It didn’t make sense. Thusar was beating her, punishing her. Yet here she was, on the verge of climaxing yet again.

What Gunnar had achieved with his fingers, Thusar was about to achieve through brute force and violence.

Ika couldn’t let that happen.

She couldn’t endure another one of those strange fits of pleasure. Not here on this horrible ukkur’s lap while he tortured her naked bottom with his big hand.