Chapter 2

“Ok, Hara, out in the river, you need to rinse so I can check that I got it all,” Brena said.

Hara stood, and Andrew led her into the deeper water. He reached down and nudged her legs apart, and began to gently rub her pussy. When Andrew felt all the soap and hair washed away, he lifted her in his arms, carrying her to shore. After setting Hara on her feet, he turned, looking at Brena, ensuring the razor was no longer in her hands. Andrew picked Brena up and held her in his arms.

He was fully erect again and needed to be relieved. “Are you ready, my love?” he asked. She nodded in the affirmative. He centered her and began to lower Brena down onto his raging hard-on. Brena felt it as Andrew’s cock entered her pussy from this new direction. The feeling was different for another reason, no hair on his cock. The head reached her regrown hymen, and Andrew paused for a second. Then, without warning, he dropped her weight down, driving his cock into her. Brena’s eyes widened, and she let out a loud yelp from the pain of the less-than-gentle entry.

“Oh gods, Andy, that hurt,” Brena whispered. Tears had her eyes closed, and her body was shaking. “And I didn’t give you permission to shave me like you did,” Andrew replied. He began thrusting his hips while holding her in place. He saw that Hara was looking at the joining closely.

“She has blood coming from her,” Hara noted with concern. “Did her period start?” Hara asked.

“No, Hara. Every time she heals someone, her body is restored, including her virginity. Closed and tight as hell,” Andrew said. He grunted as he pushed back into Brena. She had her head down on his shoulder, her teeth beginning to sink into the flesh as she bit him. He dropped her weight again. This time his member pushed entirely into her vagina. She let go of his shoulder, throwing her head back as the sudden pain from his impacting deep inside her. Andrew lifted her off this time and carried Brena to a large flat rock where a dock might have been sometime in the past. After he sat her down, he re-entered her. He pumped for a minute, then stopped when he noticed blood dripping on Brena from where she had bitten his shoulder.

“Brena, I have to do something that will hurt even worse. I need you to learn control over your healing. I want you to be able to fix only the one thing that needs fixing, not the entire lifetime of injuries. I also want you to be able to focus so it doesn’t repair everything else on you simultaneously.” Andrew continued to hold her to him. “Fix the bite you made.”

“Brena,” Andrew said, getting her attention. “I want you to focus on the bite. Try to heal only the bite, nothing else.”

“I don’t know how Andy,” Brena said. Her cheeks were streaked from the tears from the pain coming from between her legs.

“You need to get out of me; I don’t know what will happen if I heal you while you are still in me.”

“That is why I slammed you, Brena. We need to find out. You need to gain control over your healing. You need to learn to only heal one injury at a time.” He repeated, kissing her and holding her close. He looked into her eyes, “Brena, heal my shoulder and only my shoulder.”

“That will be easy. That is the only injury you have,” Brena said.

Andrew smiled, “That can be corrected easily.” He looked at Hara, who was watching this with increasing concern. “Hara, use the shaving razor on my other shoulder. Just a small cut.” Hara looked on and tried to obey, but she could not bring herself to harm her new Master.

Andrew could see the problem Hara was having. “Hara, you need to do this. I have to force Brena to learn control over her talent before it kills her.” This Hara understood, and she acted. She picked up the razor and stalked the pair. She would cut him, but not on the shoulder. She lashed out, running the blade down Andrew’s back, right along the spine.

Andrew grunted in pain as he felt the burning as the blade opened the skin on his back. “Brena, ignore the shoulder. Focus on my back before I bleed out. Make it work how you want it to work.”

Brena had begun to struggle to break free of Andrew’s hold. He would not let her go, “Heal my back, my love, hurry.” He had begun to grow pale from the sudden onset of shock. He knew he would die if Brena failed.

Brena reached around and placed her left hand on the slice, feeling how deep it went. She felt the bones of his exposed spine. Brena closed her eyes and focused on the damage she could feel under her hands. Her power flowed, and Andrew had a yellow line of light running up and down his spine, drawing the muscles together, then the inner skin. The effect faded as the last of the outer skin sealed, stopping blood flow. Brena looked at the bite on Andrew’s shoulder. It had not healed. It was then the pain hit her in the spine. The sudden cut made her scream in agony. She fell back on the rock and lay still for a moment as her body repaired the damage. She felt a pinch in her vagina as it tried to heal but couldn’t because Andrew was still inside. Andrew finally rolled off Brena, laying on the rock next to her. He looked at Hara, “I said a small cut, not a fatal cut.”

Hara did not smile. She knelt next to him and kissed his forehead. “Master, I know what you wanted, but a small cut would not have been enough to force Mistress Brena to do what had to be done. It had to be something bad enough to make her save you.” She lowered her head, then turned away. “I must be punished, Master. I disobeyed your order and brought harm to both of you. I will get the whip they used on me.” She started to rise to retrieve the item in question. She fell forward as a hand gripped her ankle, preventing her from escaping.

“No, Hara,” Brena said, her voice recovered and commanding. “You will not be punished, at least not in that manner. Hara rolled over so she could face her Master and Mistress. “You will get on all fours and present yourself for your Master to open. When I healed you, I restored everything that was wrecked, including your hymen.” Hara rolled back over and presented herself to them. Her bare pussy, shone with a sudden flush as she felt excitement at what was coming. Andrew sat up and looked questioningly at Brena, “Do it, husband, make her yours. I will take her later, with you watching and joining in.” Andrew knee-walked unsteadily to Hara. He was weak from the blood loss. Andrew gripped Hara’s hips to steady himself, then began running his hands over her ass cheeks. He squeezed and kneaded them for several minutes, running his thumb deep into the crack. At one point, he stopped and pushed a thumb slightly into her rectum.

Hara sucked in a deep breath, then let it out when he withdrew. Anal had never been fun for her. It hurt too much to be split open back there. He climbed onto her like a stallion over a mare. He glanced back at Brena. She looked hungrily at Hara’s breast. Brena crawled over and began pulling and pinching the dark nipples. Andrew took hold of his dick and placed it in her split. He ran it up and down a few times, getting it wet, then centered on her opening. He notched the head in place and began to slowly push. Hara felt the pressure and a sudden pain she had hoped to never feel again. Her vagina was very narrow in the beginning. The large head, the largest she had ever seen, began pushing in.

Andrew leaned down and whispered in her ears, “I am going to push in now. It will hurt very much. I can already feel how tight you are.” Without further warning, he thrust his hips hard, driving the head through a very thick hymen. Hara screamed in pain as he tore through the flap of flesh. Andrew pulled back, then pushed again, driving deeper, opening her rebuilt vagina.

It took six thrusts to bury himself to the bottom. Hara struggled to escape, but they held her in place. “Please stop,” Hara cried, “It hurts too much, you’re too big, Master!” Andrew held her by her hips and Brena her tits. He began a steady rhythm of slow thrust in and out. “Hara, you wanted to be my property. Is that what you still want?” Andrew asked as he slammed into, eliciting another cry of pain.

Hara didn’t hesitate, “Yes, Master, I am yours to do with as you want. I will serve you and Mistress in any way you desire.” This last forced out between sobs.

Andrew sped up, then, with a hard push, began pumping shot after shot of sperm-filled semen into Hara’s waiting womb. When he finished, he let himself fall on her. His weight and size forced her to the ground. “One thing you must know, Hara, when Brena healed you, it reset your body. You are fertile right now. I may very well have given you a baby.” He looked at Brena, “You need to stop taking the Tanis, Brena. I want you fully bred, both of you with a bump on both your bellies. Also, your feet show signs you have been using too much.” He lifted himself off Hara, allowing her to catch her breath. She had not been able to take a breath with him lying on her.

Brena looked at Andrew in disbelief. “You’re joking, yes?” she asked.

“I’m joking; no,” Andrew replied. “Tanis can kill you. If you are with a child, I can keep you safe in the city, away from the coming war with the North. Now, both of you, get cleaned up. I want to try and reach that town downstream before sundown.”

Brena helped Hara to her feet, and they staggered back down to the river. They both had streaks of bloody semen running down their legs from Andrew’s rough entry into them.

Both women washed in the river, whispering. Andrew had taken a few minutes to wash himself clean as well. The mess of their virgin blood on him needed cleaning.

Cleaned, dried, and dressed, they began packing the supplies they needed for the town trip. Hara showed them the way to the road hidden from the mill. It had been smoothed and graveled sometime in the recent past. Once on it, they made good progress. The sun was halfway down in the sky when they spotted the first farms from Branchwood.

Branchwood was a medium-sized town. The population was slightly over one thousand, depending on the season. It was a river-based trade center. Three rivers joined together to form what Andrew learned was called the Eastern Forest River complex. Before it reached the sea, ten more large river branches coming down from the mountains to the east joined it. By the time it got to the ocean, it was two miles across, running very deep and fast. Traveling downstream was dangerous. Going upstream was far worse. On the western shore, a road had been cut close to the shore. The bank was a stone brick wall so mules could pull barges and boats against the swift current. A large city had grown at the confluence into the Storm Sea. Branchwood was more relaxed, but it did have a dozen long docks and many more warehouses along the shore.

Andrew, Brena, and Hara arrived at the first roadhouse an hour before sunset. Andrew and Brena looked forward to a hot bath and soft bed. Hara, on the other hand, tried to stay out of sight. The party walked towards the steps up to the second floor. Where the room they had a room rented for the night. A man in ragged clothes, Jamus Handler, had been watching them as they arranged things for a few day’s stay. He saw Hara and did a double-take, then called out, “Hey whore, get over here and blow me.” Andrew stopped and saw that Hara had frozen with a look of terror on her face. “I said get over here, bitch,” Jamus yelled. “Slaves should know their place around here.” He stood, staggering towards Hara. Andrew and Brena both drew weapons and moved to block the rude individual. He saw this and snarled, “Out of the way, boy, she is owned by a friend. He owes me money. I intend to take some of it from her.”

Hara had backed against the wood wall, shrinking away from Jamus. Andrew pointed his steel sword at Jamus and said, “She is not owned by him, nor anybody else. She is my woman, and I don’t lone my women to scum like you.” Andrew jabbed the blade towards him, making the Jamus fall back to avoid the implied strike.

“Boy,” Jamus said, “He wouldn’t sell that piece of ass, ever. Now hand her over!” he yelled. Brena looked at the bartender and gave a high sign. She smiled when he nodded to Brena and pulled a sapper from under the counter. He stepped from behind the bar to deal with the drunk. “Jamus, go home and sleep it off,” said the bartender. He was tall and wide. Not fat, just big. It was all muscle from the looks of him. Jamus spun and took a swing at the bartender. His fist struck the big man in the stomach, making a sound like a drum being struck. Jamus stepped back, shaking his hand. He looked up and said, “Ah shit,” just before the club hit him between the eyes. Jamus dropped and didn’t move right away. He groaned a few times, slowly making his way back to his feet. He looked at the big man, “Sorry, Harry. My mistake.” He turned, nearly falling over, then staggered to the doors. He stumbled off into the fading light. Harry closed the doors and said, “Sorry about that. I should have warned you when I saw Hara there with you.”