Page 30 of Feast

Ika whimpered through her gag.

Thusar’s body seemed to react to that helpless sound. His hard, hot rod of flesh raised, pressing against Ika’s belly.

“Fuck,” Thusar growled. “This thing’s got some nice meat on it. Let’s get it good and tenderized.”

Another hard smack. And another.

Meat?

Tenderized?

Once again, Ika recalled what Rolf had told her about these ukkur. “They will eat you alive,” he had warned her. At the time, Ika had silently scoffed. But now it sounded like that threat was a reality.

If she could not get away, she at least needed to let these ukkur know that she was a sentient creature like them.

Ika jerked one wrist free from Thusar’s grasp and yanked the gag from her mouth.

“Stop it!”

Her voice reverberated through the hollow space of the cave.

“So,” Thusar growled. “It can speak after all. Well, this is for deceiving us…”

Another open-handed blow struck Ika’s ass, the hardest thus far, and she cried out in pain and shame and rage.

“Stop it! Stop hitting me!”

Thusar grunted cruelly.

“So demanding. Didn’t old Rolf teach you any manners?”

Ika gasped in surprise. She twisted around and stared up at the ukkur’s scarred face

“What did you say about Rolf?”

Smack!

“Ow! Stop it! I said stop it!”

“If it is clemency you want, you must ask for it politely, little thing.”

Smack!

Ika whimpered. Her ass burned with the imprint of Thusar’s hand. Tears spilled down her blushing cheeks.

“Please,” she begged.

Smack!

“Louder!”

“Please!” Ika sobbed. “Please stop it! Please let me go!”

She winced in expectation of another blow to her fiery buns, but it never came.

“Very well,” Thusar said. “I think you’ve had enough. What do you think, Gunnar?”

The bearded ukkur had finished bandaging his hand with strips of white cloth. He turned the hand over, inspecting his work. He snorted.