The Surrogate by Ann Somerville Page A

spoke. “The god has withheld his blessing. Now you will pay the price.”
    No! I wanted to yell. But yet it was this very situation he had particularly warned me of. I bit my lip to prevent myself crying out.
    Minas nodded. Senku brought over a thin cane and gave it to Minas with a low bow. He flexed it a bit. “Hands,” he snapped. Jaime uncurled his fists, and with no more warning than that, Minas brought the cane down viciously across both of Jaime’s palms.
    Jaime grunted. The god began to struggle madly, moaning and yell behind what had to be a gag. My own hands clenched in sympathy as I imagined the agony Jaime had to be feeling. Minas had only begun. His mouth curled into a sadistic sneer, as if Jaime’s lack of reaction was a challenge. He raised his arm again and brought the cane down hard, so hard I feared he might have broken Jaime’s hands, and then he kept it up, striking Jaime again and again until he managed to make him cry out in pain. All the while, Senku and the other priests watched. Senku was licking his lips.
    Jaime’s cries seemed to please Minas for only then did he stop. He walked slowly along the table, dragging the cane down Jaime’s body, making him shiver, before stopping to lay a vicious stroke across Jaime’s buttocks. A welt rose immediately and Jaime’s cheeks tightened in reflex. More blows came, on his buttocks again, on his thighs, the backs of his knees, and even on the soles of his feet, the pace slow enough to let Minas’ victim fully appreciate each strike, without giving him any time to actually recover. Jaime stood it as much as he could but with every third or fourth blow he would let out a bitten off scream. When Minas began to cane him down the crack of his buttocks, Jaime struggled futilely, crying in agony. Some of the blows had to be landing on his balls. I wondered that Jaime didn’t pass out from the pain.
    I felt sick, horrified. I wanted to close my eyes, but in a way, I felt that was like I was abandoning Jaime in his time of need. How could it be Jaime’s fault that the god didn’t ejaculate? How could this abuse make any difference to that? But it was clear that if I disobeyed his advice and tried to protest, I would just bring punishment on my own head without doing a damn thing for him. All my anger towards the man disappeared in an instant—no one, no matter how moody or strange, deserved this.
    At last Minas seemed to be finished. He was panting a little from his exertions, but for an old man, he had plenty of strength in his arms. I thought he would have kept it up longer if he thought Jaime could have borne it. Jaime was whimpering now, very quietly, his chest heaving, his wrists tugging futilely against the ropes. I couldn’t see his face, which perhaps was a blessing, but the god could, and he continued to struggle and make his muffled cries to no avail. Was it over now?
    Unfortunately for Jaime, it was not. Minas clicked his fingers again, and the captain of the guard came over. It was pretty obvious from his excited expression he was really looking forward to what he was about to do, and his erection was a prominent bulge. He looked like a dog ready to fuck a bitch in heat as he stood behind Jaime. Minas gripped Jaime’s head again. “One day you will learn your lesson. Until then, it is our duty to teach you your place.” The captain spread Jaime’s buttocks, and shoved his cock into Jaime’s completely unstretched, unoiled anus
    Jaime screamed, and the god went crazy. Even I struggled in my captors’ grip, but I was too firmly held. The captain was taking huge delight in the pain he was causing, thrusting deep, pulling out slowly and then pounding into Jaime again. Jaime had stopped screaming, but now he was crying softly, which seemed almost even worse. Minas continued to keep his head pulled back painfully, so that the god could see Jaime’s face as he was raped over and over again.
    Even that wasn’t enough for Minas, his eyes bright