Brother's Know Best Part II (Patreon)

The night had been long and rough. Kept in darkness, Gothel could only understand her surroundings and the world around her by the drops and climbs she could feel her kidnappers pursue. On one occasion, she had heard the steps of another as had they, she had tried to call out, to scream for help, but removed from his shoulder, Friedrich pulled her close to his chest, clasping his hand over her already sacked mouth. To taunt her further, with possible escape being so close, she felt one of them grab her breasts, squeezing them like dough until her flesh squeezed between their fingers and her nipples sprouted outward.

“Dawn's ahead,” Friedrich muttered.

“You’re right. We should rest somewhere; we’re too open.” Heinrich agreed.

Gothel was once again thrust over a shoulder, her head dizzy from the drugs and a restless night. She thought of her options: her dagger had been taken; she could not grab one of theirs. She needed a sharp rock.

A sudden drop made her groan as the toy within her managed to push deeper inside. Friedrich patted her thigh for reassurance as he continued to drop again and again, then she realised that she knew where they were. 

Already, they had arrived at the Willow Valley; at this pace, they could find the tower by nightfall! Gothel suddenly began to thrust and shake, panic finally setting in as they had already come so far yet not been spotted by a wandering soldier or traveller.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Heinrich purred with false concern. She felt herself being handed over into his arms. He was warm and strong, and she could smell the leather and natural smoky scent from his skin. 

She shuddered with rage as her nipples grew hard from his scent and the toy inside her became slicker with unwanted desire. “Lmh mn ghh!”

“What’s that? You want to be tied up more? I don’t think we have the resources, darling. We are but humble thieves.”

“Kidnappers at this rate.” Friedrich chuckled.

“Amn gmnna khm ymm–” 

The sack was lifted from her head, the gold morning light blinded her, and as she winced, she saw the shade of Heinrich's face; she glared at him with all the disdain she could muster, but alas, he merely smiled as though she were nothing more than a cute animal and kissed her forehead.

“Come on, we’ll rest up for the day.”

They headed into the dark mouth of a cave, and Gothel was set down against its farthest inner wall as the brothers looked out one last time to make sure they had not been followed. In their distraction, she noticed a jagged stone a meter or so from her side and stared at it ravenously.

Instinctively, she reached for it, but was pulled back by her own bounds, her head steered round to them; they had not yet removed themselves from the entrance. 

Using her strength, she began to shuffle closer, but felt the toy inside thrust as she did. She whimpered under a moan, forcing herself into silence. She shuffled again and felt it loosen when she lifted, and deepen when she sat.

She closed her eyes, feeling herself clench over its frame, her insides pulsing for more despite her unwillingness. 

She had to be quick. 

Inch by inch, she got closer to the stone. She tried to reach again, but no, she was still too far. She calmed herself, trying not to let her anger fizz over its edge and prevent her from reaching her goal, another inch, another, then another. She swayed her bound arms towards it, her finger stretched out, a mere grain of rice from its desire, when suddenly the stone was swooped up by Friedrich.

“NM!”

“Careful,” he smirked. “Wouldn’t want you to cut yourself on this.” He threw it out of the cave.

She growled at him, but it weakened as each time she became defiant, she was reminded of how pathetic she must look, bound and gagged, her breasts exposed and bulging. She must remain strong, she told herself. Don’t let them see you weaken– not even for a second, they can’t know how embarrassed you are– how helpless you truly are.

“We’ll take turns keeping a lookout.” Heinrich stretched his neck on both sides and rounded his shoulders; the veins beneath his skin moved like a coiled rope. “Since you carried her, get some sleep.”

“Thanks.” Friedrich took to the other side of the cave, using a large stone to rest his head. He then moved his eye patch over his good eye for a sleep mask. Gothel noticed the large scar moving over the newly exposed skin.

“As for you,” Heinrich warned. “No more funny ideas. You should be counting yourself lucky; you’ve got two strong men watching over you now, making all those hard decisions for you; it’s better this way. A pretty woman like yourself out there could have run into all sorts of shady characters.” He tilted her chin up. “Although it’s not like you wouldn’t want that sort of thing, is it?”

Her eyes shone with denial.

“Yeah, that’s right. I know your type. You think yourself real smart, cunning, desirable… untouchable. You’re what God placed here to remind us mortals; we’re exactly that. Don’t think we didn’t notice the way you looked at us with that entertained twinkle in your eye… how you were stringing us along like we were tied to that little finger of yours… well, I’d say you’ve finally met your match. So, get some rest, sit there and stew all you like, maybe treat yourself on that little toy of yours, but you will sit here, and you will be quiet; otherwise, I’ll have to teach you how to be a good pet, won’t I? So, be good.” There was no smirk at his jaw or devilry in his eyes, just a calm and cold stare. 

Gothel muffled behind her gag. 

He brought it down for her as a wet string followed.

“What was that?” He toyed.

“I said,” she breathed, “you talk too much.”

There was stillness in his face for a moment, as though he were tired, only for it to turn surprisingly smug; something told her she would regret that. Then, he lifted her, Heinrich sat against the wall and planted her infront of him, her back to his front with his giant legs on either side of her body. “What are you doing?” she hissed.

“You’re a little tense, sweetheart.” He leaned her back against his large chest, sliced away the rope at her thighs and knees, then, putting his hand over her neck, kept her leaning back. With his spare hand, he brought her dress up and pushed aside the rope at her crotch. 

She closed her legs, but his hand was already between them. “Nn! Release me, you pig.” She felt his lips at her ear.

“Sshh…” He slid his fingers inside her.

“Ah!” She gasped, feeling him push the toy deeper inside of her, making space for his fingers to thrust in and out without interruption.

“There we go, see how easy that was? That pussy of yours is really obedient, almost seems desperate for touch. Tell me, when was the last time someone touched you this way? Hmm?”

“F-fuck you–!” She tried to move, but his hand on her neck kept her against him. She could hear his heartbeat, feel his throbbing cock against her bound hands; she balled them up so as not to give him the satisfaction of her touch.

The coolness of his skin refreshed her insides. When he brought them out, he rubbed her clit and the wetness picked up the air, making the sensation that more intense.

“Does this make you feel strong?” She growled, fighting against her body, “Do you need this to validate all those pathetic–ngh!”

“Sorry, I didn't hear you over your own moans, sweetheart.”

She gasped as he added a third finger, pushing even deeper; she whimpered behind a bitten lip. “You’re a weak–ah! Small-mnnh- excuse of a-ah!”

His thumb had begun to circle her clit.

She closed her eyes, fighting the rising heat within her.

“You say these things…” he muttered into the locks of her hair. “But you’re the one rolling your hips onto my hand.”

Her eyes widened as she realised he was right. She forced herself to stop, but he continued, and suddenly she felt her lack of movement allowed him to edge her. She noticed she had even allowed her legs to part wider; she closed them again, and he smiled at how they shook vigorously. 

“Why fight it?” he purred. “This is for you. I’m showing you something you will only receive when you’re a good girl. Don’t you want that? To feel full and complete?” His thumb applied pressure to her clit again, now pushing whilst simultaneously rubbing.

“Y-you think I’m s, some mutt that ca-ah!-an be trained?” she forced a laugh.

“I don’t know.” He hummed. “Should we find out?” Suddenly, between the walls of her insides and out, he pinched her clit. His fingers had curled inside her as he kneaded her entire world in his hand. 

She screamed out, and his hand covered her lips. “Hmmn! Mnnnn! Mnnn-gmnnm!”

“You’re doing so well…”

“Nnm! Hmmn!

“Just think how good you will feel… when you cum all over my hand and make a mess of yourself…”

She was beginning to feel a build-up; her pussy was clenched over the toy, and now his fingers, her clit was screaming for more, harder rubs, pressure was needed- she had to have it–

“MNRM!”

“More?” he smiled.

“YMN!”

He brought his hand away from her mouth, wet with sweat. “What’s the magic word, sweetheart?”

She suddenly felt herself blush; she looked away, not wanting to be brought down to such a level, but then she began to feel his movement slow.

“Nn! P–” she gasped.

“Come on, you can say it.”

“Fuck… please. Please!"

He chuckled. 

She felt him move faster, harder. Her clit was burning, but it was everything it wanted. She began to gasp, her hips thrusting into his pressure, and then he stopped.

“Gah, no! Wh-what are you-mnhp!” 

Heinrich had removed his hand from her pussy and returned her gag to its rightful place, silencing her angered protests. 

Standing up, he looked down at her confused and flushed face with a smug grin. “You talk too much.”

Despite her efforts, Gothel had fallen asleep at her cave wall. Her gag had been reinforced, tighter and larger than before, with an extra three knots to chew on. Heinrich had guided them down her throat, holding the back of her neck still like a bird as her eyes watered and she choked. His expression was empty as she struggled, staring into her wide eyes, which contained defiance and hatred for his trickery. 

But that had not been the last of her humiliation as he took a leather belt from his satchel and buckled it tight around her neck like a collar. Using more rope, he tied it like a leash to one of the boulders whilst retying her thighs and knees.

Now stirring from her sleep, Gothel was reminded of her predicament. When she shuffled, she felt her toy push inside of her again and growled. She was beginning to really despise that thing as it did nothing for her but keep her at a constant level of arousal with no reward. 

Hearing a murmur, she looked over to the other side of the cave and noticed Friedrich had taken his second or third shift to sleep. It was hard to tell how long she herself had been asleep until she noticed late sunlight was barely streaming past the curve of the cave entrance, meaning it had been hours since they had taken up camp. 

She could not, however, see Heinrich anywhere.

She tried to look further, but felt the restraint of her new leash keep her back; the collar at her neck pushed against the coiled rope in her throat, and she could feel its bulge begin to choke her again. She remembered to breathe through her nose.

“Hello?”

Gothel's eyes widened as a voice called in from the cave entrance. She glanced back at Friedrich, who had not stirred from his sleep. She began to struggle for the person's attention. Then she heard their footsteps and something else, a slight clanking.

From the corner, a palace soldier emerged. His sword, she noticed, was sheathed, and when he came around, he carefully looked over Friedrich.

“Mnph!”

The soldier turned and saw Gothel.

“Whoa,” his brows bounced. 

“Hmnp mhp!” She struggled more, desperate for release, her breasts swaying against one another as she managed to kneel up in her bonds. 

As he approached, however, she noticed a certain look on his face– an expression of amusement began to grow. “Well, what do we have here?” He crouched and grabbed her face in his gloved hand. 

She then smelt the lingering alcohol on his breath. You’ve got to be kidding me, she thought.

“Aren’t you a nice little treat all wrapped up. This guy giving you trouble?” He chuckled. “Can’t say I blame him.”

“Lemn mph gmp, ymh ihimt.” She tried to hiss at him, but instead, he lifted both her breasts in his hands as though he were testing their weight; his thumbs rubbed over the soft skin where her nipples had sunken until they slowly began to grow and thicken. When they were finally erect, he squeezed and flicked them before he dragged his tongue up one of her breasts' smooth surfaces. 

She shivered as her skin began to pimple. 

“You taste as good as you look.” He chuckled and stood. The soldier began to unbuckle his belt. “How about you give your knight in shining armour a thank you, and I’ll help you out with this guy?” He brought down his pants, revealing an already throbbing cock, Gothel tried to retract from him, but his hand grabbed the top of her head, forcing her closer.

“Nph!”

He slapped her across her face; she gasped in surprise at its harsh sting, then his fingers dug into her curls.

“Now, now, don't be like that. Are you telling me one cocks not worth your freedom?”

She glared at him, knowing it was unfair, yet her only hope, which would make it worth it in the end. He untied her gag when she stopped protesting. She choked as he pulled too fast, and the rope bulge ran out of her throat, but was silent as he brought her head closer to his crotch; she closed her eyes.

“That’s right– gah!” The soldier gasped. His body was brought back before he had entered her.

Friedrich's grip was over the front of his neck, keeping him still as he stabbed with his dagger into the soldier's back over and over. In seconds, he had repeated the attack over twenty times in swift motion, mostly within the same wound. He had moved so silently that neither the soldier nor Gothel had noticed.

The man dropped dead, and his cock made its final twitch. 

Friedrich wiped the blood from his blade against his leg trousers, then looked at Gothel with a raised brow. “You alright?”

“Hardly, you just killed my escape.”

“That’s one way to see it.”

“Well, I suppose you can only see one way, can’t you?”

He sneered, then looked at her body. It really was a work of art. 

He knelt and took a rag from his pocket. She shuffled away but met the wall nonetheless. She stared at the rag, silently begging not to have something else shoved down her throat again. Friedrich's eye remained on hers until he took her wet breast in his hand and gently wiped it with the cloth. 

She said nothing as he did so, and neither did he; she stared at his eye patch and the scar beneath, wondering what had caused it. When he glanced at her, she looked away. 

Friedrich discarded the cloth when he was finished, then picked up the dead soldier to carry further into the cave and hide just when Heinrich re-emerged.

“Frei, there are soldiers not too far from here. We should keep moving; it’s only a matter of time before they find–” He noticed the dead body. His hand landed on Friedrich's shoulder. “You good?” 

“Yeah. The kingdom must be getting desperate, hiring weak saps like this.” Friedrich looked to Gothel. “Can’t even call themselves honourable anymore.”

Heinrich followed his gaze. “Why’s she not gagged?”

“Oh, but I’m so charming without it.” She sneered.

His eyes noticed the red mark across her face. Heinrich slashed her leash with his sword and made her stand. His frame, however, appeared softened as, with care, the back of his fingers grazed her cheek and pushed strands of her curls from her face; she winced. 

He spun her away from him as he tightened her wrists, preparing to move on, but not before he lowered himself to her ear from over her shoulder. She felt his breath at her neck and tried to ignore it, still filled with homicidal rage. Then he hesitated, but she was not sure as to why until he whispered, “...Did he hurt you?”

“You getting soft on me?” She raised an unimpressed brow.

He dismissively murmured. “I just don’t like people touching my stuff.” 

They heard soldiers calling in the distance.

“You may as well leave me here, boys; honestly, you’d be better off without–” Gothel tried to sway them with a laugh; taking the slashed rope, Heinrich tied it around her head. “Mnph…”

“Quiet.”

Friedrich lifted her onto his shoulder once again, and with caution, the brothers left the cave with their captive.