The Bonding Chronicles Ch. 13

Sara was forced to watch as the poor girl quivered and cried in shock and pain as Brandon opened a series of large cuts across her back, the woman managed to maintain her pace on his rock-hard cock as she struggled against her agony.

"Fine, you bastard, but I will need to bring my hands in front of me. Okay?"

The moment Brandon pulled his hand away from his mate's back, her wounds healed, leaving behind scabbed-over slashes that stood where he had cut open her flesh. He admired his work, and was proud at how he had manipulated the compassionate woman that glowered at him from where she sat. Once again, Brandon realized that his nature had provided him with all the tools he needed to gain everything he deserved.

Sara rolled onto her back with a long powerful motion, until her weight rested on her shoulders and neck, bringing everything below her shoulders off the ground as she balanced there. She tucked her knees to her chest and threw her arms out, bringing the chains that secured her wrists around her feet, and as her momentum carried her forward, she resumed her seated position, but now her hands were resting on her legs.

Brandon was impressed, being reminded that Sara was indeed part-werecat by the agility of her movements. While her physical prowess was arousing, it was her scent that drove him wild. Ever since he had seen her again at the clowder — despite how she had almost killed him — he could not get her scent out of his mind.

Sara looked at him, and he could tell she was still trying to delay the promise she had made. He raised his hand and extended his claws in warning.

"Yeah, yeah, you piece of shit. Just give me a moment."

Sara swung her legs around, and got to her knees. It was difficult and awkward to crawl forward, bound as she was, but she managed to get behind the slender woman, whose scent grew more repulsive the closer she got. Sara realized the cause the second she saw the woman's anus, which had been torn and healed many times, the muscles having grown loose and broken through years of abuse, causing the poor girl to leak.

She looked up and saw Brandon's smug face. He knew what he had done, and seemed to be taking great pleasure out of Sara's reaction to his handiwork. Sara shook her head before returning her attention to the smeared and nasty sewage that rested before her. Just as she leaned in, while Brandon's eyes prepared to feast on her humiliation, she slammed her shoulder into Mercedes' ass, causing the thin woman to jerk forward violently, her teeth digging into the firm but sensitive flesh that was encased within her throat.

The command caused Mercedes to try and minimize his damage, but her supernaturally sharp canines performed admirable work during the chaos of the impact.

"Fuck!" Brandon called out in pain as he tried to pull his dick from Mercedes' mouth, his flesh tearing as it pulled along her incisors, which were embedded within his shaft. Blood poured from his cock, while Mercedes fell to her side and struggled not to laugh at his pain.

Desperation coursed through Brandon's veins as he focused on healing his torn-open dick. The exhaustion of enforcing his commands on Mercedes had left him weaker than he anticipated, but he still had plenty of energy to mend his wounds. As the pain in his groin began to settle, he looked up in surprise, realizing that Sara had vanished.

He noticed the sounds of her chains clattering a moment too late as she hopped into place behind him, the wide-open space filling with her triumphant declaration, "Surprise, fucker!"

Her bound arms dropped over his shoulders, and before he could turn or yell out, her chained wrists were pulling at his throat, as Sara yanked with all her might. The agile woman jumped up and locked her knees against his back, giving her tremendous leverage as she pulled with her entire body.

He jumped, their bodies arcing through the air so that he would land atop her, hoping to crush Sara beneath his weight. As the two opponents fell to the ground, he could feel every movement as the chains tore through his skin, and began to pull apart the muscles around his throat. They landed with a loud and gut-wrenching thud, the wind being knocked from Sara as her legs were forced apart, one of her ankles snapping under the force of the impact.

Several of Brandon's ribs had been broken as his weight was forced against Sara's knees, the smaller bones losing the battle as Newton's Law proved itself true. He elbowed Sara in the side, further weakening her hold on his neck, and causing the powerful woman to cry out in pain as a few of her ribs broke.

Brandon threw his head back, hoping to hit Sara in the face with the back of his skull, but as his head bounced off the solid concrete, he felt Sara sink her teeth into the back quarter of his neck. He was desperate, feeling his life seep from the massive lacerations that ran across his throat, and knowing that Sara's teeth were locked into his neck from behind.

Instinct drove him to grab the chain before Sara could pull it back into place, and as he pulled it further away — his arms struggling against Sara's immense strength — he lifted her off the ground a few inches before slamming her head against the concrete floor. Brandon was growing dizzy, and was grateful that after smashing her down three times, she was forced to release her bite.

He slid out from under the chain and rolled away before Sara could react, and while he struggled to stand, Sara's maniacal laughter filled the warehouse.

"That's twice, little boy. Twice I almost killed you." She raised her head and looked at Brandon, who was gazing at her with wide-eyed terror. "Do you want to go for three?"

Mercedes watched the scene with amazement, and could not believe how indomitable Sara was. Whatever the young woman's plan had been, Mercedes realized as she looked upon Sara's broken body that she was committed to seeing it through. Her ankle was broken, several ribs must have been broken, and she most certainly had a concussion. As Sara continued to laugh while spitting Brandon's blood and flesh from her mouth, Mercedes smiled and knew that she wanted to possess that kind of bravery.

Brandon used a tremendous amount of strength to mend his wounds, his vanity causing him to seal the damage entirely, ensuring that no scars would be left in their place. He stood on shaky legs, his vision going wobbly as he stumbled to the side before gaining his bearings.

"Why won't you just accept your fate, bitch?" He bellowed out as he stormed in and kicked her in the side.

Sara cried out in pain as her broken ribs shifted dangerously, tearing through flesh and causing extreme internal damage. Through the overwhelming agony that caused her vision to go white, she curled her arms around his leg, and as Brandon's other leg hopped back trying to keep himself from falling, she pulled her knees up to her arms and kicked out with both feet, shattering both the tibia and fibula in his other leg.

They both cried out, Sara furthering the damage to her own ankle in the attack, while Brandon fell to the floor and scurried away from her in ashen-faced horror. His leg was ruined, the foot dangling at weird angles without the support of his shin bones to keep it in place.

"Knock her out! Knock her out!" he screamed, his words a magical command issued with such force that Mercedes — despite trying — could not resist.

"I'm sorry, Sara," Mercedes said as she ran up to the supine redhead.

Sara rolled on the floor, and while she struggled against her own pain, she managed to laugh at the fear on Brandon's pale face. She found the strength to overcome her agony enough to look at Mercedes and say, "That's cool, God knows he can't do it."

Mercedes laughed, despite her efforts not to, and Sara joined in for a brief moment before Mercedes kicked her in the head, knocking the seemingly unstoppable woman out.

***** The Edge Of A Razor *****

After three days of endless night, Tani'm was forced to admit that time moved more slowly within the glade. The magical nature of the amazing place had began as a mystery, but the longer she was there, the more she began to understand it. Something within her seemed connected to the place, her eyes often being drawn to the eldritch patterns that Andrew rested upon.

Food had been their first concern. Andrew would need to eat to rebuild his body, and while Karen could expedite the process through her gift, they would first need to feed him. Neither of them wanted to leave, knowing that every moment Andrew spent outside of the glade would be thirty times the duration that he could have been healing.

After exploring the vast — yet limited — space within the glade, Tani'm made the amazing discovery that the waters of the pond were tremendously nutritious. She had always had a knack for identifying edible plants, knowing by instinct what was dangerous and what could be ingested. The more she came into her power, the more detailed her intuition became, and so it was that when she studied the pond's waters, she knew without doubt that the mystical liquid provided several benefits: it contained all the minerals and vitamins they would ever need, enough calories per cup to serve as a meal, and magical properties to diminish fatigue and extend stamina.

Beyond that, she was pleased to realize how amazing it tasted, its flavor undefinable and yet irresistible.

With the aid of her gift, Tani'm fashioned a cup from leaves and moss that she gathered from nearby trees. They set up a rotation, the idea being that someone would always be awake with Andrew. The burden was on Karen, whose talents would allow them to optimize his feeding and restoration sessions.

The first day had been a learning experience in several ways.

First, they discovered that Andrew could only process and restore himself in one hour increments, his body taking time to digest the nutrients and bring them where they were needed, before he could begin the act of rebuilding everything that had been lost. Karen did what she could to speed up the process, starting by healing the open wounds on his chest, which mended with ease. But as she tried to help him rebuild his body, she found that there was an unknown aspect to his deterioration that caused problems with her gift. All she could do was help his body to process the magical water, but the rest of the work was left to Andrew, whose body took care of itself.

Second, Tani'm basked in the opportunity to learn about magic, and about her nature from someone who seemed similar to herself. Karen held nothing back, seeming to trust the short, black-haired Native American immediately. The vast years that separated the new friends were lost in the excitement of discovery, Tani'm grasping at every ounce of understanding she could glean, while Karen found a familiar kinship in the dark-skinned beauty.

Karen saw in Tani'm a manifestation of what her life could have been like if The Council had not secreted her away. The young woman possessed a love of nature that was contagious, and a reverence for life that was admirable, rivaling that of Karen's. Beyond anything, Karen saw a happiness that made her wish she had been capable of continuing to love and embrace her gift long ago.

She saw Andrew, and realized that he had given her that back. His desire to know everything, and to embrace who he was, rekindled a flame within her that had been extinguished centuries ago. She knew that thanks to him, and their bond, she was again taking joy from her powers, instead of hiding from them and idling away the decades in lonely contemplation.

That first day had been the toughest, Andrew requiring regular attention, while the two women struggled to fill their time. They were grateful that the magical water digested efficiently, requiring none of the messy cleanup that they had feared would be necessary. It took time for Tani'm to stop marveling at the splendor of the silvan paradise, the sound and movements of the forest adding to the otherworldly sense that she struggled to shake.

Tani'm understood at an intellectual level that Karen had mended her hand and leg, but still gasped in wonder as the older woman finished healing her damaged body. Her face went ashen as she felt the punctures on her leg grow warm and seal. The heat that spread around the wounds prevented her pain, and sent enticing pleasure through the nerves of her body. It was unlike the carnal joy that coursed through her body when Karen had satiated Andrew's needs; it was comforting and soothing, like a tender hug from a trusted friend.

Nothing had prepared her for how it felt to have her pinky regrown. The tissues were similar to her leg, sending soothing heat throughout her hand, but as the small bones grew out, filling in the pristine flesh that had just been formed, she could feel the magic of the older woman traveling up the length of her arm, coursing from bone to bone as it journeyed deeper into her body. It was nothing short of amazing, her eyes growing heavy with the growing need in her heart. The radiant energy told Tani'm much about Karen, as the pleasure of it pulsed and grew on its journey through her body.

There was a depth of experience that Tani'm could feel through their sudden connection, a compassion that shrouded profound pain, and above it all there was a deep love for life. She could sense Karen's joy at the service she was providing, knowing that healing was the woman's greatest calling. Behind it all there was an unending need that seemed to grow as Karen used her energy to restore Tani'm's finger.

The act took nearly a minute, and seemed to have taken a toll on Karen, who rested back on her arms as sweat poured down her face. Karen giggled as she watched the stunned look on Tani'm's face, her own amazement showing in the tenor of her laugh. Before she had bonded with Andrew she could not have performed a fraction of what she had just done, and as she studied her reserves she knew that she had only used about a tenth of what she possessed.

The mood was somber after that, Tani'm feeling a weight from her experience, and fighting against the draw she felt towards Karen. It was almost maternal, as if Karen was the mother figure she had always lacked, but craved for desperately. Karen, thanks to her profound talents, could sense the nature of Tani'm's emotions, if not the specific reasons for them.

Karen cleared her throat before relaying her most recent experiences, of bonding with Andrew, and joining their little family. Tani'm appreciated the distraction, and the trust that Karen was showing. The words flowed from Karen in a way that sounded profound and vivid, each scene being drawn by the older woman in a way Tani'm had never heard before. She laughed and cried through the ups and downs of Karen's new life, sensing the profound high's and these most recent lows as if she had experienced them herself.

When it was clear that Karen had finished her story, the glade felt barren for the lack of her voice, and Tani'm felt compelled to tell her story, about growing up well below the poverty line, being raised by parents who tried to exploit her gifts for selfish endeavors. Those moments of her tale were morose, the memories tasting sour as she was forced to revisit the bitter memories.

At first she felt self conscious about how the words left her mouth, knowing that she could never rise to the high standard that Karen had set, but she appreciated the patience and joy that Karen took from her tale. The small woman's face brightened as she talked about emancipating herself when she was fifteen, and being given shelter by the Quinault Indian Nation, who recognized her talents and fostered her gifts without demanding anything from her in return.

Karen recognized how bound up in the forest Tani'm was, the young woman's gifts compelling her to safeguard its future just as Karen had been compelled to heal her broken body. As a smile spread across Karen's face, she was forced to admit how happy she was knowing that Tani'm was keeping the forest safe, and knew that the majestic land could not have wished for a better guardian.

Everything became awkward when Karen was forced to explain how Andrew's powers worked, knowing that she would need to stimulate him, or herself, to keep him energized. The act of healing his body was taking a tremendous toll on his magical reserves, and while she could not see them directly, she noticed towards the end of the first day that his sprite was again dim, while it had been bright — though stationary — after their sexual activities when they first arrived in the glade.

Before she went to sleep, Karen was happy to take care of Andrew's growing desire, his body declaring his need to recharge by causing his cock to grow solid before sending forth a large surge of delicious smelling pre-cum. Tani'm sat away from the couple, and resisted her own urges as she watched Karen deepthroat the boy's thick shaft, but ultimately failed as erotic energies seemed to flow out through the entire glade.

It was during that experience, as Karen fed her Andrew's sperm through another passionate kiss, that Tani'm realized just how special he was. Beyond the divine flavor of his thick treat, it was full of some kind of magical nutrient that she had never seen before. As her pussy pulsed and her body convulsed through several orgasms, she wondered how she had gone from almost dying, to finding heights of pleasure she could not have imagined in her wildest fantasies.

After they fed, Karen slept deeply, the power of her orgasms driving her to exhaustion and helping her drift off within moments. Once Karen was awake, Tani'm told her she had slept for seven hours, her gift providing her the answer to a question they both found themselves asking. Tani'm rested while Karen tended to Andrew, and she was pleased to see the amount of progress he had made in only one day.

By the end of the second day, the two women were fast friends, Karen explaining much of the history of the region to Tani'm, who had never taken an interest in the topic before. The fact that the land had been almost lost to her people, but that one of her ancestors had managed to regain everything they had lost, before continuing to gain back more, gave her a sense of pride.

It was at the end of that second day when Karen hit upon the idea that Tani'm may bond with Andrew. It was after she had came to that place with Andrew that they had bonded, and it was in that place that Andrew had initially bonded with Sara, so it stood to reason that the same thing may happen to Tani'm.

The notion caused Tani'm no small amount of duress, and after Karen satiated Andrew's desires, causing both women to climax multiple times through the force of his gift, Tani'm found herself sitting alone beside the ward. The small man who rested upon it — his face an emotionless mask — meant nothing to her. She knew that in that moment she was not bonded with him, but found herself wondering if perhaps he was the reason her gift had kept her in that forest, preventing her from following her wanderlust.

That idea haunted her, revisiting her often as she tried to sleep and after she woke. The idea that she could be entwined with someone she did not know seemed terrifying. The more she considered it, the more it felt like her freedom was being taken from her, and the more she feared that she may be right about why she had remained within that majestic rainforest.

Throughout that third day she kept stealing glances at Andrew, her fear obvious in those brief moments. While Karen noticed the furtive glances she decided against confronting her new friend, happy to allow the woman to bring up whatever was bothering her when she was ready.

Thanks to the power of Tani'm's gift, they had been able to track an artificial schedule that they established within the seemingly perpetual twilight of the glade, and by the time "night" rolled around, Tani'm could not take it any longer. She pulled her legs from the pond — the cool waters had helped her relax, but her thoughts finally got the better of her as she stormed over to Karen.