I Survived The Brute [#2] [Follow Freelove to Read]

## Bruthamus 02 A4CC24 05-01-13

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This video started as a recording of a white square room with a single bulb dangling from the middle unshielded. Opposite of the camera was a mirror which reflected the recorder propped up on tripod at the other side of a table in the center of the room.  Behind the camera was a small man in a red shirt with an orange cap.  On the orange cap had a company logo, GenTech Indust’ he flashed a quick smile into the mirror, threw a thumbs up, and walked out of the shot.

The video was blank for about a dozen seconds before it blinked like someone cut it.  What blinked into view was Bruthamus sitting in a chair much too small for him with his large arms resting on the table.  It looked as if he was holding his arms up and pushing off the ground with his legs just to prevent breaking the furniture with his weight.  His fingers twiddled around in circles.  He was wearing a custom made suit to fit his size and his mane was combed backed and gelled to make it look like it was still wet.  His combed back hair showed definitions in his face that were otherwise hidden.  His cheeks were puffy and his jaw was twice as large as normal.  His forehead was large and flat with little to no curvature and he had pointy ears that one could fit an entire hand into.  He must have good hearing.

The sound of a door opening came from the left.  Bruthamus stood up and reached one of his hands out.  What came to welcome him just left of the shot was a long thin arm covered by an arm length glossy black glove.  A woman pulled herself into the picture and sat down adjacent of Bruthamus, “Please, sit,” she said, pointing at the fragile chair.

He lowered his body, “I heard you can help me.”

“I can.”

“Bru—”

The woman cut him off, “If you wish to work with me we will no longer use our real names, for the record you are Bruthamus and I will be Eve.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he replied.  Eve, mother of humanity.  That was a twisted play on words for the Bitch that experiments on humans to create monsters in her sick little world.

“I hear you have a problem which results in your unfortunately short life.”

“Yes, the doctors predict I only have a week left before my mass becomes too large for my heart to sustain me.  That was five days ago.  I already find it hard to breathe and my heart hurts as it beats.  I’m not sure how much longer I can live like this.”

“If the doctors were correct, two days.  You,” she stood up and walked around to his backside, “are a beautiful specimen.” She put her hands on his shoulders and twisted her fingers into his mane, “How in the world did such a perfect resemblance of masculinity get created?”   She took one of her black gloves off and ran her fingers across his cheek.  His body tensed as she put the other hand, still gloved, between his arm and his side.

“I am sworn to secrecy on that.” He said without turning and trying his best to keep his attention off her.

“Pity, I’d love to know how to make a dozen more of you.”  She moved her full leather body around to his front and pushed the table away.  She ran her fingers along his chest and down his legs, stopping them on his thighs and looking at his crotch.  I could tell she was trying to imagine what the drug that created him must have done to his manhood, but she left that out of the conversation, “I have the tools to save you, the cost is your body.  You will work for me—even if that means killing.”

“What choice do I have?” he asked as his hands hang at the side of the chair, unsure of where else to go.

“You could die.”

“That’s not a choice.”

“Once you come with me you will never see the day, you will be mine forever.  All of you,” she teased as her eyes get drawn to his privates.

“I could snap your neck.”

“You could fuck me for all I care,” she harassed as she lifted a leg and put it on his.  Her extra few pounds on his body caused him to lose control of his legs and put all his weight on the chair.  As he did the fragile contraption of metal and plastic snapped and the pair crashed down.  She took full advantage of the situation and put her hands on his shoulders so that when they hit the ground she was on top with her face inches from his, “But it’s not that simple.” Her voice was almost too low for the mike to pick up, “I’m always in control, and if you pick me I will always be your Master.  No matter how strong you think you are I will always be stronger.”  She pressed one of her legs against his crotch and slid her arms from his shoulders to his chest.

His breath heightened, his eyes narrowed and his mouth opened but no words came out.  He moved his hands up as if to pull her off, but put them back down instead.  He raised his hands up once more and cupped them around her body.  Touching her didn’t help the situation and his cheeks went pale as she pressed her knee harder into his groin.  She slid her knee to the left and right and it clearly got caught on a hard lump, “So small,” she started, “we’ll fix that…”