Next Rose was careful in rubbing oils into her skin, an intoxicating scent she couldn't quite place. Guided to a chair, she sat still as the other woman dipped a fine brush into glittering silver dust, painting intricate whorls up her arms, over her stomach and down her legs. She flushed again when the whirls were painted over her nipples, the cheeky brush painting her mound too. Kohl lined her eyes, another brush painting her lips red as her golden curls were tousled and left loose to her waist. A shimmering cloth was brought to her and she was made to stand, clipping once at her shoulder and then wound around her breasts, tied at one side of her waist and clipped at the other. It could hardly be called coverage, as the pink of her nipples was still quite evident beneath. She shifted from foot to foot, Rose giving her a satisfied look over, "You're so pretty. No wonder he wants you all to himself."
Before Briar could ask her anything else, Rose was gone. There was a moment she was alone before the woman was back, a glittering silver chain in her hand. Looking almost apologetic, she gestured for Briar to bend and then pulled the ring loose from her collar to attach the chain to. A leash. She was wearing a leash.
"Your Masters orders," Came the soft explanation, though her exclamation that she had no master was ignored. She seemed more antsy now, the smile gone from her lips. Rose pulled the chain down gently, forcing Briar's head lower so she was staring into the woman's eyes. Her voice was low, urgent, "Listen to me, Briar. Everything is a part of the Ceremony once you leave this room. It's all planned out. Every detail. There is nothing you can do to change it, even if they let you think you can. Don't-"
Rose abruptly cut off when the door opened again, the end of the leash being pushed into Briar's hand so she was left holding onto her own lead. Her eyes slowly lifted to see a man and his shadow leaning in through the doorway. She blinked and her gaze focused on the fact there were in fact two men, but that they were absolutely identical. Her eyes narrowed, looking over one face then the other. Straight noses, hazel eyes, jet black hair that curled just beneath the lobes of their ears. Handsome, but in a cruel way. They were even dressed the same, all in black with leather belts that held little pouches and, she swallowed, a dagger each.
Rose had gone rigid beside her, hands clasped tightly in front of her while she stared at the ground. One of the men looked at her, saying softly, "Dismissed." His fingertips pushed the door open enough for her to scurry out and she didn't look back.
His attention turned back to Briar and he gave a slow smile while his brother walked into the room, brushing the back of his knuckles against her cheek, "What do you think, Marcel?" His voice was like silk over a blade, infinitely dangerous.
Marcel moved towards her, pulling the hand with the lead in it. He lifted her wrist to his nose, inhaling softly while looking up at her. Her flinch away only set her against the other, who caught her around the waist, "Careful, now." She could feel his hands angling at her hips, could taste fear on her tongue.
Marcel pried the lead out of her fingers, looping it around his wrist. Her hand curled around the chain and he used his fingers to lift her chin impossibly high, "He could have chosen worse, I suppose." His voice was deeper than his brothers, rougher. He looked over her shoulder and nodded slightly, then she felt the hands on her waist slip up to her breasts. She sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers idly began toying with her nipples, making them harden beneath the cloth, "So responsive. Tell me, are you wet already?" There was laughter in his voice and her face burned. Marcel brought his face so close to hers she could feel his breath play against her lips.
She could feel his hand descending down her thigh and she pushed them together, "Marcus." Her brows came together but Marcus understood and wedged his booted foot between her bare ones, "Shush now, I need to check." He gripped her chin in his fingers, the other hand dipping between her legs. Slowly, his finger ran along her slit and his dark eyes flashed in triumph. She tried to jerk her head from his grip but he simply forced his fingers into her and she cried out, trying to push him away.
Marcus laughed, catching her beneath her shoulders, "None of that." She was pinned between them, Marcel closely watching her face as he forced one more finger into her. He wasn't gentle when he started moving them, fucking her hard on his fingers, "Did you know," He told her quietly, as though he wasn't currently violating her intimately, "That I like my toys to scream? If Peter had given you to me, I would have made you shriek so prettily. A pity he wants you to himself." Despite herself, despite his words, she felt pressure building each time his fingers slammed into her and as her hips started arching, he pulled his hand away and left her panting, "Oh, sweet little slut, did you think you were going to come for me?"
His fingers lifted, grimacing as he looked over the wetness of his fingers. He squeezed on her jaw, forcing her mouth open as he slid his fingers into her mouth, "Clean the mess you've made." Her lips closed, cleaning his fingers and trying not the retch when he shoved his fingers farther down her throat. He withdrew his fingers, slapping her lightly on the cheek, "Better."
Without another word between them, Marcus abruptly let her go so that she nearly fell, forced to pad after Marcel who had already begun walking out the door into a similarly fashioned hallway. It seemed to rock a little as they walked, as though the ground itself were moving. They turned, Briar trying to recall the path but finding it hard to when she needed to keep herself upright. The third time she almost fell, Marcus bent and lifted her into his arms. She was crushed against him and she saw his smirk as he deliberately pulled the cloth up over her hips, exposing her still glistening sex and bottom as they walked. Her squirming earned her a glance down and a finger lightly tracing over her anus. She stilled immediately and the finger retreated, the threat clear.
They walked down a sharp incline and then, to her surprise, the next door that opened led outside. The cool air caressed her exposed flesh and she shuddered, glancing over Marcus' shoulder to see that the reason for the moving hallways was because the room she had been in was part of the trees, the hallways like swinging bridges that attached to each other. She sucked in a breath at the sheer size of them, larger than anything she had seen before.
"As delicious as that pretty ass looks, don't you think Peter might object to you exposing his pet to everyone?" There was another man before them with ginger hair and laughing eyes, gesturing pointedly at how the cloth was still hiked up over her hips.
"Oh, this?" Marcel turned, his fingertip lightly tracing over her folds and making her bury her face against Marcus in shame, "Maybe he would. Better set her down now. Poor thing was having trouble walking."
Briar found herself on her own feet once more and she quickly pulled down her shirt once more, though she knew it didn't make much difference. Not with the way the three were hungrily watching her.
