Breaking Maddie

“We brought a little surprise for you,” Hael said.

“Pepper spray?” I asked.

“Tsk, tsk. You’re being disrespectful, little mouse,” Loch snarled.

The lamps glowed green again. Loch and Hael stood in front of me, shirtless and clad in their usual leather pants. Loch held two glasses of red wine. He offered one to me.

“We thought you’d want to loosen up,” Loch said.

I wanted to let one loose right in his jaw. But instead, I took the glass. He watched me, pleased, swirling the purple liquid in his own.

“This is one of the finest wines money can buy. Aged eighteen years. Just like you, mouse.” He snickered, gulping half of his glass. Hael topped him off with the bottle.

I considered my glass and then brought it to my lips. Loch and Hael smirked eagerly. I wanted to wipe those dumb looks off their faces.

“Oops!”

I turned my glass upside down, spilling wine all over the floor. Slowly. So they knew it was one hundred percent intentional.

“Guess I’m too much of a stupid human to hold a wine glass properly. How silly of me. Now there’s a big stain on the floor of your spotless dungeon.” I shook the glass, splattering Loch and Hael with the dregs. I watched with delight as their expressions turned to stone.

I offered my glass to Loch. He flung it into the steel wall, shattering it to pieces. I barely blinked.

“Brother,” Hael warned. “We talked about this.”

It was my turn to smirk. I was pushing their buttons. The Dobrzyckas deserved a taste of their own medicine. Maybe it would make them realize what assholes they were being to their mate.

“She’s not acting like a pet should act,” Loch growled at his brother.

“She’s not a pet, Loch. She’s our mate. She fulfills the prophecy. The rules are different.”

“She needs to be taught some manners.” Loch stepped into the puddle of wine between us. “You made a mess, mouse,” he said, his voice quivering with rage.

I was done with the good cop, bad cop routine going on between the two of them. Either they’d punish me for my insubordination or not, but I wasn’t going to stand there and take it like a meek slave.

“And you two abducted me against my will and then laughed when I asked for the choice to stay,” I spat back, my eyes meeting his cold emerald gaze. “You can both go to hell!”

Loch’s hand suddenly moved to the side of my face, his touch both tender and menacing. I was frightened as hell, but I tried not to show it.

He stared at me with calculating eyes, stroking my face, not frowning or smiling.

“Speechless?” I asked. “That’s a first.”

“No,” Loch mused. “I’m just wondering how I can break you without ruining that charming little brain of yours.”

My body tensed at the threat, but I was in too deep to back down.

“Breaking a teenage girl,” I marveled. “Very impressive. Clearly an accomplishment worthy of a big scary Dragon Lord.”

“I’ll show you big and scary,” Loch growled. His hand swiftly slid to the top of my head, forcing me to kneel on the ground.

I struggled, but he kept pushing on my head, forcing my face toward the fly of his leather pants.

“Not so fearless now, eh, mouse? Don’t worry. It’s just a tease.”

Loch pushed me closer to his crotch. I swore if he tried to make me suck his dick, I’d bite it off and go down fighting. I wouldn’t be their whore.

My face was now inches from the thin leather barrier between the world and Loch’s junk. I shut my eyes. My brand throbbed as my nostrils filled with the scent of his sex.

Strangely, my fear gave way to desire.

I opened my eyes, staring at the outline of his stiffening cock a hairbreadth in front of me. My jaw dropped uncontrollably. I hadn’t been with many boys. Only kissed a few, really. But somehow, I was sure Loch’s manhood was one for the record books. I was practically drooling.

A growing part of me wanted to get it over with. I couldn’t tell if it was the brand or…~me~. The Dobrzyckas were going to defile me sooner or later. Maybe now was the time to take control. Zip open that flimsy little fly and wrap my lips around his love hose until he came out of my ears…

Loch’s harsh chuckle pulled me back to reality. He hoisted me up to my feet.

“Too easy.”

My cheeks heated as I remembered he could read my every thought. Especially the dirty ones. How could I lose control like that? Was there truly a part of me that enjoyed being subservient?

My brand was throbbing harder than ever. I had to fight it.

“My turn, mouse,” Hael said, pushing Loch aside.

“No,” I said, stepping back. “I will not be coerced into losing my virginity. I’m not ready. You bastards are manipulating me!”

“Your nightgown is on fire,” Hael said in a bored tone.

I looked down. Green flames devoured the flimsy white linen covering my body. I frantically slapped out the flames. They didn’t burn my skin, but the nightgown was done for, disintegrating before my panicked eyes.

I crossed my arms over my naked body and moved toward the mattress in the corner, crouching in the nest of furs as I tried to cover my nakedness from the leering Dragon Lords.

I felt their probing eyes on every inch of my body. And the most fucked-up thing was…

I liked it.

My brand was white hot. My sex was wet and ready. I was like a bitch in heat. I was losing myself just as Loch and Hael said I would. Bastards!

I glared at their sneering faces, knowing full well they were reading my mind. I gritted my teeth and tried very hard not to clamber up their unbelievable bodies like a squirrel looking for nuts.

“I…loathe…you…,” I seethed. “You’re pure evil.”

But my body was telling me otherwise. I’d never been wetter, and judging by the Dobrzyckas’ bemused expressions, they could tell.

My will was cracking like an eggshell. My nipples were taut, wanting their lips wrapped around my nubs, pulling and biting with their teeth. My core was drenched, eager for them to thrust in me and fill me with their seed.

It was scary how much I wanted to fuck them. I was nearly suffocating with desire. I had vastly underestimated our bond…their power over me…

“So, little mouse,” Loch asked, kneeling at my side. My skin warmed like a boiling teapot. “What’s your choice now? Stay, or leave?”

“Think carefully,” Hael advised, kneeling on the other side, sending me into a frenzy with a gentle backrub. “If you stay, we’re going to have our way with you.”

As if on cue, the dungeon door swung open, promising freedom.

My sex-drunk brain thought it over. My body screamed to stay. To submit to Loch and Hael completely. To let them plug every hole I had. More than once.

But this phony choice filled me with a rage that outweighed my sexual urges. They’d already manipulated me. Put me under their spell. ~And now I get a choice?~

It was an illusion. All they wanted to do was fuck me. And as horny as I was, I wanted more than that for my first time.

“You liars… You’ll never let me leave here…”

Loch and Hael traded devious looks. “Well, of course,” Hael said, “we’re not offering true freedom. We can’t let you just walk out of here. The prophecy wouldn’t allow it.

“We are, however, allowing you to delay the inevitable. We know your thoughts. You can give in to desire now…or make us ~all~ wait.”

“Just think of the possibilities, Madeline,” Loch said. “Our hands on your body, caressing you. Our mouths on your skin, tasting you. Our shafts breaching you, filling you, breeding you.”

I whimpered at his words, imagining those things…~wanting~ those things.

“We won’t be satisfied until you squeal…,” he continued. “Until you forget how to breathe… Until you don’t know how to walk…”

With great effort, I pushed down my arousal and got to my feet, draping myself in one of the furs.

“I’d rather wait,” I said, pushing past them toward the door. “Until you can treat me with respect, you don’t get to own my body.”

I could feel the Dobrzyckas’ wide eyes watching me. I grinned with satisfaction. Apparently, I still wielded ~some~ power. That would teach them to mess with my head…

The door slammed shut before I could walk through it.

“You couldn’t leave well enough alone, could you?” Loch hissed. “Disobedient mouse.”

“You told me I could leave!” I shouted.

“We didn’t say you could insult us,” Hael snarled. “You ask for respect, but you show us none.”

The brothers were on me before I could move. They flung off my fur and tossed me to the floor.

“Clean up your mess, Madeline,” Hael demanded, pointing to the puddle of wine. “Crawl over there. On your knees.”

He slapped my ass. Hard. It was mildly pleasurable, but mostly it stung like hell. I crawled forward, hoping I didn’t get another. Loch followed, tugging my hair.

My scalp stung, but there was also pleasure there.

“That’s right,” Loch said. “Now lap it up. Like a dog.”

~What?~

“You can’t make me lick this off the floor!” I shouted defiantly, getting to my feet.

“Oh, but we can.” Loch chuckled, forcing me back toward the puddle. From the corner of my eye, I saw Hael select a whip from the rack, cracking it a few times to practice.

~Fuck!~

I lowered my head to the filthy wine puddle. I heard Hael join Loch behind me. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I prayed I woke from this nightmare.

“Do you…smell that?” Loch whispered.

Hael sniffed. “I certainly do.”

The whip fell to the floor. I felt a hand move between my thighs. I braced myself for the worst, but it only grazed my opening.

“Maybe her blood is the reason for her defiance.” Loch chuckled.

Oh no. My period! I hadn’t even thought about it. Could there ~be~ a worst time?

I instinctively scrambled to my feet, reaching for another fur to cover myself. Even in a dragon sex dungeon, there was no way I was bleeding in front of an audience. But just as I laid my hands on one, Hael and Loch grabbed me roughly by the arms.

“Let go!” I screamed. But as usual, their grip was firm.

“We’re taking you elsewhere, mouse,” Loch said as they hauled me toward the door.

“Yes. We’ve got the perfect place in mind,” Hael snickered.

I didn’t think I could feel any lower than I was staring at that wine puddle a couple of seconds ago. But I was paralyzed in fear. Where were they taking me? Could these animals really continue to torture me while I was on my period?