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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Animorphs_-_Katherine_A._Applegate
  Relationship:
      Rachel_(Animorphs)/_Tom_(Animorphs)
  Character:
      Rachel_(Animorphs), Tom_Berenson
  Additional Tags:
      Explicit_Sexual_Content, Explicit_Language, Verbal_Humiliation, Oral_Sex,
      Non-Consensual, Dubious_Consent, Anal_Sex, Vaginal_Sex, Fingerfucking,
      Starvation, Naked_Female_Clothed_Male, Handcuffs, Loss_of_Virginity, Rope
      Bondage, Food_Kink, Cunnilingus
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      Published: 2013-10-16 Updated: 2014-02-16 Chapters: 5/? Words: 12803
****** Enslaved ******
by Hawkflight
Summary
     Rachel Berenson was never your average teenager. For one, she's an
     animorph. Seconds says she's a war princess. And Thirds say she's
     getting herself in more trouble than normal. Fourth's saying it's
     about to get much worse. Fifth would be the really big problem,
     especially when it's made clear that Rachel's having family trouble
     with more then one cousin. Sixth? She can't go on any missions for a
     week and the animorphs schedule is filled to the brim. So the
     question is, What's going to happen to her in that time?
Notes
     Orginally posted on: 3/26/11
***** Chapter 1 *****
My Name's Rachel.
I can't tell you my last name for obvious reasons. Even if the Yeerks did know
it-so it wasn't an issue, I wouldn't be able to say it at this particular
moment because, well, I kinda screwed up on that last mission. And oh is great
leader, Jakey not happy. Nope, you think he would be since I did cause the most
damage to the Yeerks stock of weapons supplies. Hell yes that's right, we got a
lock on their 'armory' and hit it, hard. But that isn't important apparently.
So here's what went down a couple hours ago in some 'abandoned' building.
I was tearing up the place, right? Well there's all these dracon beams in a box
at the far end of the room. For some reason human controllers are gathering
around it taking them dracons out and-the reason-shooting us with them. At
least trying too. Damn did they have lousy aim. Fortunately I know how to aim
even in grizzly bear morph and threw this chair at a controller. What can I
say? It hit his hand, making it turn to that box with bunch of lasers and he
squeezed to late. Trigger-happy? Not by a long-shot. The box blew up. It was
just Jake and me who were still leaving when that happened. The point is, those
controllers? They blew up too. Which means innocent humans died because of such
a small action.
Yeah, short version I know, but Jake isn't making this concentrating to tell
stories exactly easy
"Rachel," he hissed at me. I turned my head to look at him recognizing the
flash of anger in his eyes. "I can't allow more innocent people to die because
of these things."
Did I fail to mention that something scarily-similar happened only a couple
days ago? No? Well now I did.
I looked at him slightly annoyed. "It was an accident Jake."
"But your the only one that's making them."
I frowned. "Everyone in the group has made mistakes Jake-"
He interrupted me quickly. "I know. But this... you've accidentally
killed twenty innocent humans now Rachel. It's too much, and..." his face fell
slightly here and I realized something serious was coming. Something I wouldn't
like. "I just need you to stay out of combat for a bit." he began talking
quickly when he saw I had this totally shocked look on my face. "Just so you
can relax from it all for a bit so nothing else will happen."
"How long?" I interupt.
He looked at me, not the least bit happy. With me or himself I wasn't sure. "A
week."
I swallowed down the acid rising in my throat. "That's seven days."
"Think of it as holiday for doing good in the war so far."
Doing good? Aren't we ironic. "Jake, I already told my mom I was staying at
Cassie's during summer break so she wouldn't have to worry about me. She has
tickets to take Jordan and Sarah to Disney World. I can't ruin that." I knew it
was a lame excuse. One can hope right?
"She leaves in less than ten minutes, Rachel. Besides if something happens here
you'll be fine." I was opening my mouth to try and protest his next words but
he was quicker, "We're still going to be using the barn and I don't want you
hearing about some mission and then trying to follow us. You need to stay here
Rachel. We can all come over sometimes to drop by and such, especially Cassie.
She keeps worrying about you." My mouth that was hanging open-trying to decide
when to but in-closed slowly at the mention of Cassie. Jake looked relieved
that I was finally truly listening. "Just one week for Cassie, so she knows
your doing good. Okay Rachel?"
"Mmm." he had me now. I hated him for putting me out of the game for awhile,
but if Cassie was worried about me and whatever was causing me to snap so the
accidents kept occurring... "Yeah." then I could, for a week.
Jake looked extremely relieved like some weight had been taken off his
shoulders. "Thanks Rachel. I'll get everyone over tomorrow "
"You should get going then." I said "You have to meet at the barn tonight don't
you?"
"Yeah." he said, getting up from the chair in front of my desk. He opened the
door and went down the stairs so he could 'go home' with the rest of his
family.
I got up from my bed and quickly followed him down the steps to the living
room. As my foot touched the floor I could see my mother pulling from the
driveway and waved Jake off as he climbed into his family's minivan. I quickly
went over and shut the door, locking it securely before wandering into the
kitchen. My footsteps seemed to echo in the house. It was odd, my mom and
sisters being down in Florida by tomorrow. The fact that the house was full a
second ago. A whole week of my summer an unknown. To much happening at once. I
was so intent on my thoughts that I hadn't noticed anyone else in the kitchen
until I looked up.
"Holy shit!" I exploded in complete surprise. Lucky my mom wasn't there,
wouldn't have liked that profanity. I did a quick step-back-then-edge-to-side
move. "You practically gave me a heart attack."
Tom looked back at me impassively. "Sorry. Jake mentioned something about the
stack of junk in your garage. Was going to see if I could scrape anything up
you don't need for a Sharing competition for some kids."
"Sharing competition?" I asked, not remembering having heard about this.
Probably something Jake was withholding now that I was on the bench.
"Yeah, they build something out of junk like a toy robot. It's for the
orphanage kids."
"Oh." For all the bad the Sharing caused it did try it's best to seem good and
helpful to those that didn't know it's true intentions. Of course Tom knew the
truth, considering he was a controller. Also known as having a yeerk in your
brain.
"Mind helping me, Cousin?"
I got snapped out of my thoughts again. "Sure." Don't have anything else to do,
I added silently with a little mental scowling smiley on the side. "What
exactly do you need?" I asked moving for the door that would lead to the
laundry room which connected with the garage. I paused turning toward him,
which made the few steps he had taken to follow me stop. "There'd actually be
more in the basement." I said leading the way to that door instead. "You didn't
answer my question, Tom." I said, hand on the door knob and turning to open it
outward. The stairs leading down slowly came into view but I lost track of them
when the kitchen light couldn't penetrate the darkness anymore.
"I will if you promise to help me get what I want."
I sighed, seems I would be playing other games. "I'll help you anyway I can,
for the children's sake. I could even go to the competition." I said. Hoping to
feed the yeerks ego of thinking I was interested I added, "It's nice that the
Sharing cares for them. I'd like to see how it works a bit." I even added a
smile, and heck, why not do some snooping of my own? Jake hadn't said I
couldn't make my own missions.
"It's in five days. We could do all the preparations at your house."
Oh yeah, the yeerk was loving this. Perhaps he'd even like it more when I
happened to find a secret entrance to the yeerk pool and caused some havoc as a
distraction for Jake and the others. Although they'd probably get mad about
that and Jake might give me a longer ban, fearing for my mental health or
something. "Sounds good." I said. I had something to do now.
"Thanks." he said reaching a hand out to turn on the light. "Before that though
I need help with something only you can help me with, if that's alright."
My head was beginning to nod, the usual questions about to surface when I felt
his hand on my back. My first foot was in midair as that hand pushed me forward
and I toppled down the stairs. My world went spinning. One second light, then
darkness, then light again. Tom must have hit the switch. I was falling down
the stairs and quickly covered my head with my arms so they took the impact of
hitting the upcoming step. I stopped doing heads over heels then and rolled at
an angle to the bottom. My chin touched the floor and pain exploded through my
jaw. I could hear feet on the steps coming down and rolled on my side to see
Tom descending.
"You okay Rachel?" he asked leaning over me.
I blinked slowly, pain still coursing through me from the fall. His question
slowly registered in my mind, but wait. Hadn't he just shoved me? Or was it an
accidental bump?
"Rachel? I'm going to help you to the couch okay?"
Couch? Wasn't that upstairs? "uh" I thought over it a bit as I tried to speak.
Oh yeah we had one in the basement. I felt Tom's hands wrap around me then lift
me up... "No! Don't move me! Fuck" I kinda-yelled the words as pain filtered
through me again and again before I was set on the couch. "Jesus, what is that
floor made of?" I gasped as soon as I wasn't being towed around.
"You okay?" Tom asked. One hand above me pressed on the wall behind the couch.
When I didn't respond right away-and I mean like a second after-he spoke again.
"Do you feel like something's broken?"
"No." I managed to get that word in after his second question. At least, I
didn't think anything was broken.
Tom looked down at me concerned. "Do you know what happened on the stairs?"
Right, the stairs, I fell down. I... "Tripped?" I stated it as a question not
completely sure, pain was still going through my body. Although it was getting
better and to the point where I could handle it. I was having some trouble
thinking clearly.
"I'm sorry Rachel I should have caught you."
"It's okay," I tried to raise my head up, "I'm just," the world started
spinning again and I fell back to the couch. "dizzy. Oh my head." I raised my
hand to put it on my forehead and saw blood dripping from it. "Tom." I said, my
voice low. I felt as if I talked too loud I would get dizzy again. Tom saw my
hand and picked up a nearby cloth, pressing it to the cut. I narrowed my eyes
against the overhead light. It was so bright that it was giving me a headache.
"Could you turn off the light please? My head just.." Before I could finish my
sentence the light was off and I could feel Tom pressing lightly at the second
ago abandoned cloth. "Thanks."
"I should call your mo-"
"No." I said quickly. "I... I just don't want her to worry. It's just a little
fall. I'll feel better in the morning." I could barely make him out in the
darkness. The only light was on the far side of the room from a small window at
the top letting the moon's soft glow in. I was kinda mesmerized with the way it
filtered over an old cassette collection, making shadow after shadow with thin
strips of ghostly white. When I realized Tom hadn't spoken for awhile, that the
pressure on my hand was gone, I called quietly, "Tom?" I could hear something
rustling to the ground and turned my head, trying to find him. "Tom?" I
repeated.
"Right here." I felt added weight on the couch and turned to his voice, away
from the rest of the room. Pressure squeezed at my sides and I couldn't say or
do anything else except groan in pain. A hand touched the side of my face
gently. "Everything'll be okay in the morning." he said, brushing hair out of
my face. I opened my mouth to say something-god knows what-when my sides were
squeezed again by what I was now thinking must be his legs. I groaned again. As
my mouth opened I felt my lips brush flesh, then that flesh was going into my
mouth.
A whimpering sound echoed in the room and it took me a moment to realize it was
me. The hand on my face drew to the back of my head keeping my hair back and
pushing me forward so I could taste the salt on the skin. It hit the back of my
throat and I tried to force it back up, choking. I felt it move back and tried
to speak, my tongue shifting. I heard Tom moan in pleasure above me. I tried to
move my hands so I could force him away, stop what he was doing to me, but they
were trapped beneath his legs. It hit the back of my throat again somewhat
hard. I choked, trying to force his flesh out of my mouth once again only to be
unsuccessful.
This can't be happening, I thought. It's just a horrible dream. I tried to
convince myself as he pushed at my head again, trying to get more of himself in
to my mouth. Another whimper sounded in the air. It sounded odd next to Tom's
sounds of pleasure as he continued to violate me. I couldn't believe it was
from me. I've fought in so many battles before and I have never ever whimpered,
the least I've done is screamed when something really hurt, but nothing like
this. I felt the tip tickling lightly down the back of my throat and did it
again.
"Yes. Move your tongue again cousin."
I felt tears brim to my eyes when I heard him speak. But this wasn't Tom, it
was the Yeerk. I felt sickened and tried to bring my teeth down. He drew back
from me a bit then dove back in, hitting the back of my mouth. I tried to
scream, causing my tongue to flick wildly brushing against his skin so I could
taste salt again and again. "Just like that."
The tears in my eyes finally let loose as he practically grinded against me
while speaking. The salty tears ran down my face some going over his skin as
well. "No need to cry just keep moving your tongue, Rachel." I choked and
whimpered at the same time feeling at a loss. If I morphed the Yeerks would
know that not all the bandits were Andalites. I have to do this to save the
earth, I convinced myself. After another pathetic whimper made its way from my
vocal chamber I started moving my tongue. Running it up and down his length.
Tom's pleasure filled sounds flooded my ears and I felt disgust at the Yeerk
inside him doing this to me, and myself for giving in. His hand tightened at
the back of my head, desperate to get me closer. Choking as the tip of him hit
the back of my throat I moved my tongue out of my own mouth to get more of his
length.
I'd never be able to forget the way his skin tasted, and then his seed spilling
into my mouth. I started choking and he withdrew himself. Something else was
shoved in my face. I leaned over the rim of the bucket and retched. I would
never get rid of that taste either. "Not bad Rachel." At the sound of his voice
I retched again. Soon even my stomach was empty of any prior contents.
I found myself shaking. The bucket was placed to the side and Tom wrapped his
arms around me. "That's the best I've ever had." I whimpered pathetically, the
only response I could muster. My body still shaking as I wondered if he had
forced others as well. Except I got the oddest impression that it was only me
he had to force. His hand patted my back and I shivered involuntarily. "See you
in the morning, cousin." One hand wasn't on me anymore and I hardly had the
time to panic as my head got hit hard and everything went darker. I had the
vague sense that I was being lifted and carried across and up the room. From
there up the flight of stairs to my own bed where I was tucked in almost
lovingly. I tried to look around and caught Tom pulling my curtains closed. He
turned towards me and smiled when he saw I was still clinging to consciousness.
"I'll be downstairs if you need anything." He started to pass by me then
stopped. "If your good at something simple like that I can't wait to see what
you'll be like for everything else." The door clicked shut behind him as my
mind sunk into dark thick foggy waters.
***** Chapter 2 *****
The ringing of the doorbell interrupted my sleep. Lovely sleep, actually.
Getting knocked out did wonders, just, ow, ow.
My fucking head.
"Tom, where is she?" I blinked at Jake's voice, surprised. Then remembered him
saying they'd all come over tomorrow. Which was now today. Hell. How was I
going to explain everything that happened last night to Jake and the others
like this? My mind completely felt muddled. Just a mess. Being pushed... he
actually pushed me! That little...
"Right upstairs. Just follow me."
Follow? No. No!
Yet feet were coming up the stairs, that bastard... what was he playing at? He
wouldn't be able to get away like this. He had something up his sleeve. Shit! I
couldn't counter whatever he was planning without knowing it. Yeah, I know what
your thinking, Rachel can actually think out a situation before diving in? What
the... did you people not believe in me? I guess that made sense. It was-The
door opened and in response I opened my eyes, to darkness. What? Then I could
feel the cloth mostly on my forehead, casted down in my eyes like, like... holy
hell.
"Rachel?" Cassie's voice. She must be more worried about me more than ever now.
I was so close to moving my lips, except they felt numb like I couldn't feel
them. I felt so disconnected from myself. Even after last night I should be
fine. Tom must have forced me to have something to make me feel like this.
Fucking hell! He was planning to much shit.
"Rachel?" Her voice was growing more worried.
"She took quite a fall." Really, did I Tom? Did I? Cause I sure as- "She went
toppling down the steps too fast for me to catch her." You just stood there! "I
got down as fast as I could." No you... oh wait, you did. "I helped her to the
couch after that and..." Then what Tom? Out of brilliant ideas aren't you? Once
this shit wears off you'll be found out! "She had this cut on her head so I
cleaned it up." He rehearsed. That was- "After that she just kinda started to
drift, you know? I gave her something 'cause she said her head was hurting then
got her up to her room." You Bastard!
"So she's sleeping?" Every time it was Cassie who spoke, but she seemed to be
feeling better about the situation.
Unlike me.
"Yeah, must be." Must be! You... if I could move I'd strangle you! Wait...
could I move? My eyes had opened hadn't they? I went to move my hand, numb.
Bastard! Cousin fucking bastard!
"She'll be okay though?" Finally Jake was saying something again.
"I can look after her, I have to organize for the competition anyways." So the
competition hadn't been a lie... fuck.
"Yeah." Wait... was that? No. It was Marco. Jeeze, I was Xena! War princess! I
should be able to move! I struggled against my mind, trying to morph, but it
was just to messed up to concentrate very long or so hard on something like
that. Now anger on the other hand... not so hard. "So she just... tripped?"
His tone of voice caught my attention at the last word. Marco didn't look it,
but he was a thinker. Come on, you can see this is wrong!
"Yeah, I don't know what happened. She could of stepped on something but I
never found it. Could be under that couch downstairs."
No! Lies! Marco don't fall for it!
"She should be good soon though right?" Damn it! He fell for it!
"We have to go." I heard Jake say, obviously not wanting to. There was so much
stuff more important than me 'tripping' afterall. Like yeerks. Like the one in
Tom's head... I could feel myself sober. I had been in such a cloud of, well,
piss basically. To realize it wasn't Tom. The yeerk controlled him. Made him do
whatever it wanted. Had this happened before? Did the yeerk get a kick out of
struggling girls? Cause I'll kick him in his penis. Of course, hurt Tom too. I
hated this.
I hadn't even realized they had all left, except Cassie. She was still in the
room. Even Tom was with my cousin and his best friend downstairs.
"Rachel, can you hear me? When you get better or if something else happens call
me. Okay?" I felt her hand go through my hair before the soft click sounded in
the room. Gone. The door was closed downstairs. All gone. My cavalry.
Sounds echoed back up the stairs and I froze. Really? This soon? And I was
still numb. What the hell was in my system? Date rape drug? Must be. I waited,
minutes passed. Half an hour at least. Tom must have gone into another room and
just sat there doing something. Maybe organizing for his competition. I sure
wasn't going to that anymore. My lids felt heavy. I needed to move.
I can't.
Time passed slowly, I could feel the numbness wearing off slightly, that's when
I heard him again. Moving. Down the hall... he stopped. No, leave me alone. The
door opened. The cloth was removed from my eyes so I could see him hovering
there. "You're awake." Just state the obvious you dumb ass. "For how long?" He
must have seen the flash of anger in my eyes. He laughed. "Quite awhile then.
That's okay." His finger touched my cheek, started to trace the curve. "Just
fine." It reached the other cheek and he stopped. "Why don't we let you have
some fun?" His fingers tapped lightly at my cheek then slipped away to pull the
covers down. I managed to glance down at myself.
He went though my closet. No other way he would have found the silk and lace.
No fucking way. I remembered buying this. Thinking my relationship with Tobias
was going so well... that I'd eventually be with him. When the war was over. A
little surprise I guess. Ruined. Water filled my eyes, betraying me.
"What's wrong, Rachel?" Tom was looking at my face again. He leaned down, lips
on my ear. "It looks nice on you." I felt a scream bubbling up inside of me and
tried to let it out, my lips barely moved, the smallest of growls coming
through. He moved his face away. "I'm trying to be nice to you." I'm sure,
yeerk.
My head turned rather swiftly when he moved on top of me. His hands were all
over my upper body, caressing the skin like he actually cared. His fingers were
soon tracing the bra to the back, where the clasp was. Swiftly undoing it and
moving the white strings down my arms slowly. He was enjoying this. I let out
something like a hiss and a hand covered my mouth. "Quite Rachel." he said
throwing my bra in the direction of the closet. I felt pathetic. It was
happening again. I couldn't move, but I could feel him. His touch... I gritted
my teeth in anger. His hands were grasping my breasts. They shouldn't be. This
should all be a crazy nightmare. Skin and nail moving over them almost gently
before clasping tight and I felt the need to squirm. At least I couldn't move.
He wouldn't get the satisfaction of seeing any reaction from me.
He let go a second later. Just the nails were hovering over my skin, barely
touching. A small sound floated in the air between us. Me. No. Not again. It
hovered over my nipples then, before squeezing, the nail pressed to it
painfully. Whimpering, the need to move. I needed to move. So I could push him
off. Far away from me. So this couldn't happen again. The phone could only be a
few feet away and I couldn't call her, Cassie. To tell her something was wrong,
that I needed help, desperately. Hell. He was twisting it now and I was
whimpering again. This was insane. He's torturing me.
He was letting go though, hands slipping down over my waist and stopping there.
God, get on with it. Why the wait? His hands slowly took fabric in between his
fingers and moved down, silk and lace gathered at my ankles, they got moved
off. I could just see the beginning of their fall to the ground, like a
snowflake.
I was naked. I'd kill him the moment this numb shit fully weared off.
I glared at him as jeans rubbed against my legs, simply tossed aside, fast
unlike my own clothing. That left him in... my cheeks grew hot. I could see the
bulge in his boxers. No. My feet twitched in my attempt to back away. So much
for that.
He chuckled. "This might hurt a bit." he said drawing himself out from the hole
in the boxers.
No! My body moved slightly, trying to get away or to the phone in vain.
Another chuckle as his hands clasped my waist drawing me up and closer so i
could feel him stiff against my stomach. I tried to bend away, anything. I
could barely move. A finger trailed down to where it should never be. Never
should have gone. Just trailing over the edge again and again, as if teasing.
This isn't a joke! I wanted to shout. Leave me alone! He stopped then, finger
gone. I let go of a breath I had been holding. Then it was that stiff hard
poking there. I screamed. A hand slapped over my mouth, cutting me off before
it got too loud. My cheek was stinging and tears were running down my face
again. "No, no." I sobbed underneath the weight. I could feel the tip pressing
slowly inside of me. "No." It kept slipping in until sheathed by my inner
walls. Pain was running through me. Even if he had been slow, he'd broken the
barrier that way to. The hand had moved away from my lips, he was leaning over
me. "Tom, please, don't." I whimpered as I felt him inside me, just waiting.
His lips hovered directly over mine. "You have no idea how good this feels." I
whimpered, just then his lips crashed onto mine. His hips started moving. In
and out. In and out. I screamed into his mouth as he quickly picked up speed.
Slamming relentlessly inside me. Thrusting. My legs shook. I could move now. I
just couldn't find the energy to do so.
His hands were roaming over me. Playing games with my skin, making it burn
almost feverishly. Nails skirting over flesh, making white lines behind them
that quickly vanished. I felt on fire.
"ha"
Tom's lips pulled into a grin against my own. My eyes grew wide. I had made
that noise. No. "sto-ahhh!" My head tilted slightly, my back curving upward.
My body shouldn't be responding this way.
A last thought as I felt him cum into me. "Tom! No!" I shouted into his mouth.
Spent for today he drew out, dripping. His lips moved along my face to my ear,
whispering, "You liked it." I trembled underneath him.
I shook as he got up and pulled his jeans back on to leave me alone in my room.
After a while I slowly got up and walked awkwardly to my phone, my legs felt
like they would drop out from underneath me. My fingers shook as they pressed
at the numbers. I pressed the phone to my ear, breathing heavily. No ring
sounded. I began to shake harder. He couldn't have. I let go of the phone and
it fell to the ground. My hands trembled as they moved around the phone's
'base' searching for a cord. There was none. "No." I murmured, starting to look
more frantically.
Tom must have heard me at this point. He was in the room in what seemed to be a
matter of seconds. Moving his arms around me as my legs stopped functioning.
Carrying me to my bed and laying me there, shifting onto it himself and pulling
the covers up over the both of us. All the while his arms secured around my
waist as I sobbed.
I thought I heard something as a second passed. "I'm so sorry, Rachel."
My lips trembled as my body turned of it's own accord.Tom. I wrapped my arms
around him and he rocked me to sleep. My Tom. My cousin. For that split second
of time.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     *happy song plays in background*
     Okay, so because i've been neglecting this (kind-of, the word block
     was killing me) I want you readers to make sure I hold to my word
     this time, which consists of, "I will fucking complete this by
     August!" Seriously, though only start once I got the fifth chapter up
     please ^.^ and of course I encourage you to throw out random ideas/
     thoughts you want to happen for the last two chapters.
My breath came out slow and steady as a bird chirped from outside. I opened my
eyes hesitantly, expecting the bright sun light to come pouring through my
window. Instead the curtains were drawn closed so that hardly any light could
filter into the room. My head didn't hurt and I sighed. It was just a bad
dream. I turned to my side and frowned when I felt something draped around my
waist, and decently heavy. So it couldn't be a random sock or anything else
like a scarf. I bit my lip then turned slowly.
My breath hitched into my throat as eyes stared back at me, his lips curved
into a slow smile which he must have thought looked seductive. "Morning
Rachel." he said, his arm from around my waist-that I quickly realized was
still bare of any clothing-moved to the center of my back and pushed me
forward. His breath brushed along my ear to my hair and I felt the briefest
sensation of a tongue trailing the lobe. "I had a great time last night." he
said softly before he practically breathed the next words out that sent
goosebumps up the back of my neck. "You seemed to enjoy it as well."
"nh" I stopped trying to talk for a second longer before reopening my dry
mouth. "No. I didn't." I made sure to keep my voice clear as I spoke, though it
hurt my throat.
He pulled away to look at my face. "Now don't be like that Rachel." he said.
The other hand still around my waist turned slightly to give my ass a quick
squeeze causing some air to rush past my cracked lips. "See?" he chuckled
softly. "I'm beginning to think that you like it," I grimaced as he pulled my
body closer with both hands, his short nails driving slightly into my back and
ass while his grip tightened "rough." he said simply, eyes sparkling with
amusement as he watched my reaction.
I clenched my teeth before hissing angrily, "Your delusional." My blue eyes
narrowed at him and a thought passed through my mind. How hard was his grip
right now? Could I possibly break-free?
"Rachel." Tom practically growled before he bit into my lower lip. I snapped my
jaw shut refusing to make any noise. His lips moved onto mine and a shiver of
fear trailed down my spine. Why did he have to do this? I could feel his tongue
pass over my lips almost as if to ask entry. The problem with that is we both
knew he could just force himself in if he really wanted to.
"Stop." I breathed out. His hands kept a tight grip as they made sure
practically no air was between the two of us. I felt my eyes begin to moisten.
No! No more crying!
"Ask properly." I glowered as I felt his hands shifting along my skin. "Well
then you must like it if you don't want me to stop." he said with a smirk and
kept his lips on mine. His tongue began pushing more so it was past my lips to
teeth. His own bit on the inside of my lip slightly. I winced as my teeth
parted to emit a single whimper. His tongue slipped right in, somehow forcing
my mouth more open as he searched around.
"Stop." I raised my voice and tried to lean back, away, but he just leaned into
me. "T-tom." I tried to breath out as I felt his tongue going over my own.
"Please" His lips pressed harder to mine. "Stop," it barely came out in a
whisper. Teeth ripped at my lip and I yanked back, shoving a hand between us.
Fear flooded my body when I saw the lust in his eyes. He smiled calmly and
began moving forward again. "No. Tom, please stop." I said in a rush of words.
Surprisingly, his body halted before shifting but it wasn't closer instead he
was sitting up on the bed, eyes on me. I breathed out a sigh of relief. "You
know," he began slowly. "maybe we should start earlier in the day." His hand
ripped the sheet from around me and I began to scream before his other hand
clasped at my throat. "Hold on a minute." His eyes turned almost predatory but
the lust in them was clearly growing. "You said you didn't like last night even
though we both know for a fact you did. Are you aware of what that means
Rachel?" His eyebrows rose slightly. I kept my expression blank as my mind
began to swim. "Well?" I gave a slow shake of my head as his hand tightened on
my throat for a moment. "No?" he let go of my throat and I spluttered.
It was a moment before I recovered my voice. "No."
"Okay then, it means punishment."
My body shook as I stared at him. Where were his hands? Away. My mind
registered the thought in a millisecond and I jumped up from my bed turning to
sprint from the room since the door to the hall was open. My bare feet began
slapping down the steps when I heard Tom moving out from my room. Get down! My
hand gripped the rail as I sprinted down the steps, taking them two to three at
a time. I slipped as I met the floor and crashed to the ground.
I breathed deeply from my kneeling position as I heard Tom pick up his pace
after seeing me fall. My heart was hammering in my chest, my ears, it felt like
my whole body was beating in time to it. A stair creaked as weight was put on
it, that one was just after the middle. Shit. I pushed at the ground and got
back up, sprinting towards the door. My hands reached out at the knob and
turned it. The door didn't budge and I couldn't hear Tom's feet as clearly
which meant he was on the carpet. Off the staircase. My fingers fumbled for the
lock on the knob that turned loosely in response. Open! My hand tightened on
the knob only to have fingers wrangle it out of my grip and flip the lock.
"No!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, the sound resonated off the walls
before Tom's hand slapped me across my face to rest at my mouth. I gasped
around it.
"Rachel, calm down." His voice hissed into my ear, his other arm wrapped
securely around my mid section.
I twisted in his grip, flailing as I was lifted from the floor. I saw the door
getting farther away as he backed up away from it. I brought both my hands up
to my face to wrap around his and pull down at it. I opened my mouth to scream
but no sound came from me except for heavy breathing.
"I told you to calm down Rachel." Tom growled angrily shoving me into the
kitchen.
I rammed into a counter and slid down to the floor. My vision blurred for an
instant as I saw him getting something from a cupboard that I couldn't find the
energy to focus on. I closed my eyes quickly as my vision got even harder for
me to see straight. My head pounded as I started to slow my breathing. I really
did need to calm down. My thoughts swam with the events of yesterday and how
this had all started before even that day... I lost my virginity to Tom. "Oh
god." I murmured resting my head in my hands.
"Rachel." A voice snapped, interrupting my thoughts. I opened my eyes looking
up slowly at him. His hand was reaching down toward me... but wait, there was
something in it. I made a small pathetic sound and scooted closer to the
cabinet behind me. I heard him sigh as he sat next to me, his empty hand rested
on my face, tilting it back before his fingers made my mouth open. His other
hand came forward and tipped until I could feel a cool substance running past
my lips and along my parched throat. My hands reached up for the glass of
water. "No." he snapped and my hands stopped in midair almost twitching. "Just
swallow." A second passed until my hands fell back to the tile I was sitting
on. I stretched my mouth open more as the water pooled in and I drank like an
animal. "That's enough." He said bringing the glass away from me. My breathing
had slowed at time went by, my gaze moved to him seeing more clearly. He was
looking at me as if thinking of something before he leaned forward and grabbed
my body.
I felt light as a feather as I was carried back upstairs my gaze flickered over
the door I had tried to get out of. That hadn't ended well. I closed my eyes.
"Rachel, get up."
I opened my eyes slowly to look up at Tom. I was on my bed again. "Leave me
alone." I said my voice coming out softer than I intended and defiantly not in
a tone of voice that sounded strong.
"I told you, you would be punished for lying before."
Anger flared up in me. "What the hell else do you think you can possibly do to
me." My voice raised, but barely. Still the anger was apparent in my eyes and
Tom was frowning for a second.
Then he smiled. "A lot. Now why don't you turn around?"
I glared up at him. "No."
"Fine." he said to which I blinked in surprise before he simply flipped me over
himself. I gasped and took a few seconds to catch my breath until I felt the
bed shift signaling that Tom was on it now. I moved forward slightly only to
have hands grab around my chest, holding my boobs firmly before pulling me back
a bit. One hand moved to my back keeping me pinned there as he said. "Stay." I
ground my teeth together as his other hand trailed around to my naked ass. What
the hell did he think he was doing anyway? I felt his hand separating the two
cheeks and scowled. Whatever. I just need to throw him off then I can make
another run for it. I could hear his breathing change obviously getting excited
over something. It would have to work though. Not like last time. "Say Rachel,
how loud do you think you can scream?" I frowned and opened my mouth to give a
retort when I felt what must be him entering me, but not like before. My eyes
immedietly started to water as a scream tore up my throat as he pushed roughly
into my ass from behind. My fingers clawed at the mattress trying to push
myself forward and away from him. A hand just slipped to my waist and pulled me
back causing me to scream in pain again.
"S-stop." I said as a tear ran down my face.
"What? You don't like it?" I shook my head thankful that he wasn't moving right
now. "Really? I'm sure you will eventually." I could feel his breath on my back
and shivered causing some pain which I gasped at. Then he started moving back
out slowly. I screwed my eyes shut but he entered again just as slowly. Why
wasn't he... "Nice." he said, breath right against my ear.
"Oh." I sobbed as I felt him start to pick up a pace slowly. My fingers curled
around the fabric on my bed as small bolts of pain continued up my body. I
leaned my head forward slowly to touch the mattress as he continued with
steadily quickening himself. My breath came out shaky as small gasps of pain
emitted from my lips. His hand from my back began to trail around to the front,
stopping at my stomach and pushing the lower half of my body up. "uhh." I
twisted my head so it was just my forehead pressed against the sheets. How dare
he... I gave a sudden whimper and realized he had a hand playing with my
breasts again, clenching and then releasing at them. I drew in a slow shaky
breath as he was pulling farther out and then came back in with just a tad more
speed than the last time. My jaw tightened as a small shiver of pain crawled up
my spine. I released a small pant before trying to crawl forward again but his
hand around my stomach stopped that notion.
"Stop trying to run away." he said, voice husky. "It didn't work the first time
so it won't work any other time." His breath trailed up my back following my
spine to my neck, "You got lucky by catching me off guard once. It won't happen
again." The threat ringed in my ears even as he straightened himself out so he
could go at a faster rhythm.
I whimpered, closed my eyes and hoped it would end soon. I was all to aware of
the sickening sound of skin hitting skin. Even when he stopped for a moment
only to grind into me the sound still echoed in my ears before it actually
started up again. My eyes slowly opened after some number of seconds. I stared
at the pink fabric in front of me, small polka dots of white and red randomly
placed on it. Maybe that was just my vision, the dots that is. I gasped as he
started to ram into me more from behind. My go... "T-tom." I hissed, hands
clenching fully once again as my ass was practically bouncing as he went at it
again. "ohh." I moaned.
"I told you." his breath was quick, as if he was getting closer to his release.
My hands pushed myself up a couple inches as my arms shook. "Tom." I murmured.
"Yes?" his voice was still husky.
"Mmm." I gasped as a shock traveled up my body. "More." The word was out of my
mouth in one breath. He didn't hesitate. Tom grinded against me for just a
moment as he began pulling out then slammed back in. Quicker, faster, harder. I
found myself panting, body following the rhythm he had set up. Until I could
sense and feel the stuff inside me that had come out of him.
He pulled out and remained that way this time. "Well Rachel?"
I twisted my head to look at him, eyes noting a white substance dripping down
my thigh. "W-what?" I panted.
He grinned, the arm around my stomach sat me up in front of him-back still
facing his chest of course. "You're a naughty girl." He hissed along my collar
bone.
I stiffened in his grip. "I am not."
He laughed, not to loudly. "Sure you are Rachel."
I drew in a breath then turned around and punched him with every word. "Sick!
Bastard! Piece! Of! Shit!" I screamed at him, but not at the full volume, my
mouth was getting parched again.
Tom's eyes narrowed as a small bruise began to blossom on his left shoulder.
"Have it your way then." He leaned forward pinning my body beneath him as his
arm stretched forward to grab something before securing it around my wrist. I
twisted my head to spit at him, anger running through me as the metal cut into
my skin. He handcuffed me! Son of a bitch! "Good luck getting out of that,
Rachel." he said and I quickly turned my head to see him attach the other cuff
to a bed post. He got up from me, moving off the bed, he set something on my
night dresser and I twisted around once again to see what it was. A glass of
water. He watched me making sure I could see him before he pushed it to the
opposite end. I leaned forward then fell back knowing it was out my reach.
"Tell me when you want to be more cooperative." he said with a smile before
leaving the room.
I growled in frustration as my mind raced too far ahead for me to think very
properly. By the, what was wrong with me? My eyes watered again and fresh tears
streamed down my face as I curled up into a ball setting the pillow on my
chained hand before resting my head down. There had to be something. Why did I
react like this to practically everything he did? It was like my body was on
autopilot and there wasn't a button to switch it to manual drive. I shook in
the cold and reached my free hand down blindly until it found the blanket and
pulled it up over my body. It had to stop. My mind started going fuzzy and I
shut my eyes, ignoring a soft rumble coming from my midsection. Pain flashing
out from it. I'll make it stop. My hands clenched even as a nagging voice in
the back of my mind wondered, would it have been even better if I had been more
cooperative? Shut up! Shut up!
I raised one hand to my head, holding it. My breathing became steady as I
started to slip out of reality and into the land of dreams. Maybe Tobias would
be there to comfort me. Anyone else besides, "Tom." I breathed, then blacked
out.
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***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     Deja vu!
Tobias... the figure of the bird in my room alerted me that I was still
dreaming. That and my breath came out in a mist which was something I
remembered happening in only my childhood dreams. Can't say I remember what
types those were when it happened though, good or bad?
I closed my eyes then opened them again.
The cold mist floated from my mouth. There was no longer a shadow bird outlined
by the moonlight coming through the window, but the silhouette of a person.
"Tobias." I called out and stepped forward. "I need your help."
The figure shifted toward me but otherwise stayed put.
"Please." I pleaded to the darkness. "I miss you."
It responded this time and began walking over, my heart soared further into the
sky with every step he took. "Did you now?" It plummeted from the air to the
the ground. That wasn't Tobias. "Tell me exactly what you missed so much."
My throat tightened and I choked on the words. "Go away Tom."
"Should I tell you what you missed so much instead?" he questioned completely
ignoring my response. Then without waiting for me to reply he smirked at me and
said, "My cock."
I growled softly and turned away. Not real. Remember Rachel? You are dreaming.
I exhaled a breath just as a small tingle began along my arm. My head turned to
see his hand there and I jerked back drawing in air so I could scream.
The noise startled me from my sleep. Eye lids flying open, my gaze whirling
around the room. The door slammed open and I stilled.
The creaking of the bed alerted me to a weight sitting on top of it. "Rachel."
My name was whispered, soft and pleasant.
You know, if a cousin fucking bastard was capable of being pleasant. Which he
wasn't. Though Tom would beg to differ. I didn't want to deal with this right
now. Hell, why couldn't he go find a girl that wasn't taken?
I was... My breathing stopped for a second. No, no, don't start thinking about
it Rachel. But... I had been Tobias's hadn't I? Not had! Is, am, always. I bit
at my lip sharply but the sob came out anyways.
Tom leaned over me soon to see that I was crying. I could hear him sigh. "Time
to get up Rachel."
"No." I told him trying to keep up with my defiance but I didn't bother with
too much force. See, I had a hint as to why he was in here early. My clock was
reading 11:55 A.M. and so far when he... wanted me it was later, the sky would
be dark. So when he took off the chain from around the bed post and lifted me
off the comforter I didn't complain. Though I did notice that he didn't take
the cuff off from my wrist. Jerk.
I turned my head looking around the house as I was led downstairs and into the
kitchen. Just trying to find something to distract me from that dream. From the
last few days. From whatever would happen today.
My call was answered when I caught a scent. I closed my eyes and sighed in
content already feeling better.
Tom laughed and I froze, eyes opening on reflex as he set me down on the table.
"You're adorable Rachel." I tried to close my eyes once again but he captured
them with his own as he leaned forward. Brushing strands of hair out of my face
before his hand slid down to cup my chin.
"Don't." I murmured softly.
"It doesn't matter what you say. I'll do whatever I want to do to you, whenever
I want." he raised his head, pressing his lips on my forehead. "Get used to
it." Tom moved away to come back with a plate filled with some type of Chinese
fast food.
Not that it mattered. It was food. I needed no encouragement from him for this
and dug in with plain fingers. Flavors were bursting in my mouth; rice, peas,
pork, and tiny bits of egg with a light touch of soy sauce. Then there was
chicken dipped in a sweet thick orange flavoring. I'm pretty sure there was a
rainbow in my mouth like how the cartoons would have. My jaw went slack for a
moment. I hoped my sisters were having a good time in Florida with our mother,
watching their cartoons late at night.
A finger tapped at my shoulder.
I whirled my head around to look at him and immediately regretted it. Could he
see how close I was to crying again?
"You done?" I gave a small twitch nod. "Good. I'll put the rest in the fridge.
Now go up to the shower." I slid from the table and walked slowly from the
room. I breathed slowly in and out once away from the kitchen, eyes sliding to
the door for a moment. No. He would come up with some punishment for me. I
wanted his hands off of me for as long as possible.
With that thought I began climbing up the stairs and moved into the bathroom. I
closed my eyes as I turned in, leaning forward to grip the counter dreading
what I was about to see. After counting to ten I let my eyelids fly open.
My hair was an absolute mess. There was just no other way to explain it. If I
had been able to see myself before this I would have demanded that Tom let me
fix myself up. Even if he would just continue with his actions afterward. I
wasn't the sort to let myself get like this. The simple fact that I hadn't
showered for days was already making my head spin. How could he have gotten
close to me all those times when I smelled of sweat and whatever fear smelled
like.
Pulling open a drawer I quickly found my brush and started tugging at the
tangles in my hair with it. A few minutes later I could hear footsteps on the
stairs and I had only gotten some hair in the front untangled. This day was
definitely not the highlight of my life. At least Tom hadn't tried anything on
me so far today.
"You can quit with the hair for a moment Rachel." I ignored him when he got
into the bathroom. Opting to watch him move around in the mirror as he turned
the water on to the shower. He turned to look at me, taking a step forward and
I tried to move farther away from him. It wasn't successful as he made the last
few steps closer and grabbed the brush from me. "Get in." he practically
growled while grabbing my hand and with a few quick movements of his fingers
the handcuff around it fell off. I felt relief at having the metal off my wrist
but could hardly think about that when a retort for his words was on the tip of
my tongue. Just before I could get it out though he spoke, "I got something to
show you." his tone of voice made my skin crawl. Whatever he wanted to show me
could not be good.
Reluctantly I moved into the shower and the cold water began assaulted me
immediately. I gasped at what felt like a natural stream from a high mountain.
Soon I was shivering and went to turn the heater up.
A hand wrapped around my wrist to stop me and I glanced upwards to Tom. I
almost made a small pathetic sound when I saw he was completely naked. I should
have atleast been able to guess that he would do that if I would guess
anything.
"You don't need that." his hand gave a sharp squeeze as he slid the curtain
back close. "I'll warm you up."
What? Here? Now?
He clearly saw my surprise and laughed. It sent goosebumps down my arms and I
backed against the tiled wall only to be pulled toward him within the next
second. "Don't look so frightened Rachel."
"No one in their right mind would be scared of you. You're just an asshole." I
retorted quickly even when inside I was just a small terrified girl, kicking
and screaming at an invisible tormentor.
"I would appreciate it if you didn't talk to me like that." he said as a hand
rolled over my shoulder pushing all my hair to the left side.
"Fuck off." I snarled.
"That will happen later." he promised then pressed his lips to my collar bone.
"Keep thinking that." I said, seething as his mouth touched my bare skin.
"You want to know what I think?" his lips kissed at the part of my neck running
parallel with my shoulder. "That you'll be begging for it tonight."
"Never." I growled.
"We'll see." he replied, seeming rather confident that I would. As if.
I felt skin trail over my hip and glanced down to see his hand there. Traveling
across my flesh then in between my legs only to stop.
I started to shift away then stilled. No matter which way I moved his hand
would still be there, unwilling to shift. So it would hardly matter if I did.
I cursed under my breath. The pounding of the water hid the few words from
Tom's ears. Even though he probably wouldn't care at this point. Seeing as I
was where he wanted me to be. My teeth ground against each other in anger. I
would never beg for him to do anything to me. "That all you got?" I snarled not
caring about the hand anymore.
He didn't answer my question with words. Rather I felt something slip inside me
making my bones freeze cold. It took a moment for me to realize it was a finger
of his. I tensed when he probed deeper inside me, curling his finger in to...
I gasped at the burst of pleasure that filled my body. Tom's lips kissed at the
other side of my neck as a second finger slipped in. They began to pump inside
me.
I shivered at the feel of his digits moving continuously and tried to step away
to no avail. An arm wrapped around my chest drawing me closer. I finally spoke,
"Stop it."
"Is that what you really want?" The speed of his fingers increasing took me by
surprise. "Think about it." he hissed.
I refused to answer only to let out a small gasp after some time had passed.
Tom's fingers left me only so he could turn my back toward him. Then he pushed
his fingers back in. I was shivering in the cold water even as my body heated
up. "No." I growled at him, grabbing at the shower curtain to try and pull
myself away.
"What did I tell you before about not being obedient?" he snapped. I hissed at
him when his hand closed over mine disentangling it from the curtain and
drawing it back. "Well?" I pushed my lips together, refusing to say anything.
"Since you won't answer me..." His voice trailed off and a shiver ran down my
spine.
I tried to brace myself for whatever he was about to do but it didn't matter I
could still feel pain like before, plus I was sore from last night.
He took me from behind, driving deep into my ass. I could hear him give a groan
in pleasure. A second later I moaned, eye lids fluttering. I only got louder as
he moved in and out.
"Please, stop." I whimpered as my body called for more. There was too much
friction down there, his fingers were still moving even now and I gasped as a
delicious shock traveled up my body.
"Bend over." his voice growled against my ear, ignoring the earlier request. I
did as I was told, hands moving to grip the edge of the tub in front of me.
Water pounded down onto my back, streaming down my sides. His free hand was now
holding onto my hip as he moved. My body rocked against his. I could feel his
fingers pumping fiercely inside me and I moaned.
My mouth was opening and I forced myself to not make a single word. Just
pleasured moans and encouraging whimpers.
My breath slowed down as he drew out slowly now. What is he doing? I hadn't
felt him cum and I knew that's what he ultimately wanted. Right? He plunged
into me barely a second after that last thought. I screamed unsure if it was
from the pain or the pleasure that left sparks within me. Either way I could
feel his ball sack on my ass cheeks so he must've gotten all himself in.
A finger trailed up my spine to brush my hair away from my ear. "What do you
want Rachel?" Tom's breath was heavy and hot against my skin.
"I," A moan passed my lips, "I want you Tom." My eyes closed as a river of
pleasure ran through me. "Please, please." I repeated the word as if it were a
mantra.
Lips enclosed on my neck sucking at the flesh and I shivered. His fingers were
pounding into me and I moaned as my muscles tightened. I drew my teeth over my
lip as my head tilted back then gasped. "Oh god." Something was dripping out
from between my legs and his fingers slipped out to rise to my mouth.
Panting I drew my tongue over his skin then soon surrounded his soaked fingers
with my warm hot mouth. I drew the juices from his fingers only letting go when
they were clean. I was leaning back on Tom in complete bliss when he turned the
water off, drew back the curtain, and began drying me with a towel.
"How do you feel?" he asked while drying my hair with the towel.
"Amazing." was the first word out of my mouth.
He chuckled picking me up and taking me across the hall to my bedroom. Once the
blanket was covering my body lying on the bed he murmured a, "I'll see you
tomorrow Rachel."
Still wrapped in the bliss he had given me I shook my head. "No." he turned
back toward me slowly and I could see his hand curling into a fist. "Stay with
me." I grasped at his other hand and drew him forward, onto the bed. I edged
backwards so he could have room then once he was lying there with me I snuggled
close. A few seconds passed before his arms were wrapped around me.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
     Read the damn chapter and know that I love you all for continuing to
     support this crazy sick and twisted creation.
My eyelids fluttered open as I took in a slow breath, tasting the air around
me. Huh, it kinda smelled odd... was it because of the other two nights?
Because of the sex? I heard people saying something about rooms where sex
happened developing a certain scent before in school. The ones that gossiped
about how everyone in the school knows how they fucked some guy or gal the
other night. When in reality I wouldn't have known if not for sitting next to
them. Then again, it could be a bunch of crap.
It was probably the sheets I surmised. They hadn't been cleaned after the first
two times and I remembered his... well, dripping down my leg. It must have
gotten on the bed and that's what that smell was.
"Rachel," a voice hissed near my ear, cooing softly.
I turned my head slowly, "Tom." I murmured in greeting. My gaze took in his
form lying next to me, he had evidently pulled the blankets off of himself and
from the way I felt all toasty I could accurately guess that it was ontop of
me. It only made it so I could see him fully though, it occured to me that I
hadn't actually seen him like this before.
All muscle along his arms, shoulders, chest. He had that v below his pack,
leading to... I took in a sharp inhale of breath at the sight of his already
hard throbbing member. I had refrained from looking at him before in the shower
but I couldn't now, my gaze was already on it. I forced my eyes further down
along his tanned legs that moved slightly while I looked, watching the muscle
ripple there, stumped. Facsinated was more like it.
I forced my eyes closed and drew my head back up opening my eyes slowly to see
him staring at me with a big grin on his face now rather than the comforting
smile from before. "Admiring the view are we?"
My cheeks burned at the almost accusation and I looked away towards the wall. I
felt embarrassed for one, looking at my cousin like a damn vixen. It was all
his fault for being naked in my bed when I woke up! Didn't he think that I
might still believe I was dreaming? It's not like I was frolicking in fields
these last few nights. But, I was also ashamed. I shouldn't have done that in
the first place. I should have better control over myself than that.
Tom made a small humming sound and I could feel his weight leave the bed. I
didn't say anything, just continued looking at the wall as my cheeks grew an
even deeper shade of red from the other night. At least I hadn't begged. Not in
the strictest sense anyways.
"Close your eyes," Tom said his voice commanding now instead of playful. A
shiver ran down my spine at the words but I slowly closed them, my vision
swallowed by darkness. "Turn onto your back and lie down Rachel." My breathing
came faster as I shifted into place. What was he planning on doing now? Surely
everything that could be done had, right? "Stay still." The bed creaked at the
added weight and a dull thump echoed in my ears signaling that something else
had landed on the bed with him. "Keep those eyes closed or there will be hell
to pay. Now raise your hands straight up." My arms slowly raised through the
air the back of my hands coming to rest at the headboard. "Good girl." A warm
hand wrapped around the two and then I felt an unusual sensation at my wrists,
a rough texture being wrapped around them and then tightened.
My eyes sprang open. He was tying me to the bed! It was more comfortable than
outright cuffs but still, "Why are you doing that?" I questioned craning my
head up to look at him as he checked the ropes.
"I thought I told you not to open your eyes." Tom immediately reprimanded me.
"How do you know I don't have more instructions for you?"
I could feel the harsh red from my cheeks continue down to my neck. "I can't
move." I muttered. "I wouldn't be able to follow anything else besides, 'close
eyes again.'"
"Well then," Tom said slowly while leering down at me, he leaned forward his
face hovering barely an inch over mine. "close your eyes again Rachel, and no
matter what happens, what you feel, smell. I don't want you opening them again
until I tell you to. Got all that whore?"
I stared up at him, breathless. The air having wooshed out of me when he got so
close and I couldn't find the energy to draw another inside to my lungs. "Yes."
I managed to say after an extended second. My eyes closed once more and I felt
him shift away it was only then that I started breathing normally again. I had
thought for an insane moment that he was going to kiss me with his mouth, force
it open, start having his way with me sooner than the other days. Something
unnerved me for a moment though. Him calling me a whore. "I'm not a whore." I
spoke loud wanting to make sure he heard me, even though there was no possible
way he couldn't.
"Yes, you are." His voice replied in a matter of fact tone. "Or do you not
remember all the times you were squirming beneath me, begging for more. Just
like a dirty whore. Saying, 'please Tom,' 'more,' 'I want you Tom'. Even
better, the first time, when you screamed my name and I had to silence you with
my mouth. You yelled, 'No Tom'. But your body Rachel, it was saying yes the
whole time," I could sense that god damned grin on his face from where I lay.
"Then I finally let you over the edge last night and you told me it was,
'amazing'. You liked that. Well, guess what? You're going to feel like that a
lot more from now on and you'll keep doing what I say because you want more,
and that is what makes you a whore." His breath tickled along my ear and
somehow I resisted the urge to open my eyes and glare at him as my body
trembled in rage. "I'm going to make you love it Rachel." His voice had dropped
down to a whisper, his tongue trailed the inside of my ear, stopping only to
suck lightly at the skin before biting down.
I couldn't control it, I moaned in response to his touch. Making my cheeks burn
like never before. I didn't want to be a whore. I didn't want to be strapped
down to my bed like I was now either. "Stop." My voice came out soft in tone.
"Oh believe me, I don't want to stop. But I have to, for now." He drew away,
the warm breath leaving my skin. The blanket ontop of me was ripped away a
second later and I felt cold. A small whine crawled up my throat at the sudden
change in tempature. I clinged to the warmth present at my ear moments before
trying to savor it. It was too damn cold. "Shhh," Tom hissed, almost angry
like. It sent my heart beating fast against my rib cage. "New rule," the words
sent a shudder through me, "I don't want you talking, moaning, whispering,
hissing, or anything. I want you to be quite. Unless I tell you to say
something, to make some noise. If I don't say it then," teeth tugged sharply at
my nipple suddenly before letting go and I gasped loudly. "I'll leave it to
your own vivid imagination of just what I'll do to you. Nod your head if you
understand."
I nodded my head slowly, heart pounding louder than ever.
"Very good." I could hear his footsteps leave the room, the creaking of the
middle stair as he went down. It practically sent me into a blind panic. Where
was he going leaving me like this? When would he be back?
No! Don't think about that Rachel. You can't think about your cousin like that!
I rolled my head back into the pillow wanting to release another whine. Seeing
as I couldn't my body just kept shifting around, the small bit it could.
Struggling to find what it seeked, release. I bit harshly into my lip. It
wouldn't come unless he was here, and I shouldn't want him to be here. I knew
that. Yet I was yearning for a person connected to me by blood.
No, this is wrong, this is wrong.
But it feels so right.
The way our bodies interlocked all those nights, it felt as if he was the
missing puzzle piece. We just slid together, like we were made for eachother.
Each time after the night this all started he made me feel good. Last night it
had been explosive.
I licked my lips. I wanted more of it. I really did.
I am not a whore, my mind screamed bringing my arching back down to the
mattress again. I still couldn't believe he had called me that. It... it was
his fault. I squeezed my eyes shut since I couldn't open them. My teeth began
to grind and I loosened my jaw.
Laying there, cold, with my eyes closed I think I slipped into sleep a few
times. It didn't take too long for me to become confused as to how many hours
had passed and how long it would be before-
There was a thud on the staircase shaking me from my wandering thoughts. I
tilted my head towards the direction of my door listening to the distinct
footsteps coming down the hall. My mouth started to open when I heard him come
into the room but closed a second later remembering what he had said before. I
didn't want to be punished.
"Good evening, Rachel." My mouth twitched in reponse to his words. I stored the
small bit of information I was given about the time of day in the back of my
mind. "You remember are rules?" I just nodded. "Good. Then we can begin. Not a
single sound from you." With no other way to express my current emotion I just
stuck my lower lip out in a pout while wondering what he was planning. I still
didn't like that I had to be quite either.
In the next second though I felt something drop onto my bare stomach and
shifted slightly having to force the whine back down my throat. It was cold,
and it felt sticky. "Stop moving Rachel you're going to make me mess up." I
froze at his words already detecting the threat behind them. But I was cold
dammit! And now you're sticking more cold stuff on me! That doesn't help me at
all. My brow crinkled when I could feel it... was it? Yes, the cold on my
stomach was slowly turning into liquid from my body heat and moving across the
expanse of my flesh. What was he putting on me? It almost felt. Wait a second.
I sniffed at the air and heard Tom's soft laughter in response. "You catching
on?" My nose twitched again at the sugary smell. How had I not noticed that
before? It was so sweet, just filling the air. I was snapped from my thoughts
both reasons because of my stomach. It had growled, then my skin had become hot
and I twisted my head from side to side biting into my lip so hard I was sure
it bled. It was all just to keep the gasp down. No punishments. None. I wasn't
going to be responsible for causing my body any pain. Tom had promised he would
make me feel like he had the other night. As horrible as it was to want him to
do that to me again, and again, and again. I really wanted it. So I had to keep
quite.
"Good girl." Tom's words were right next to my ear causing me to shiver and I
almost moaned. No! Keep it in check Rachel! There was a prompting at my lips
and I opened them hesitantly feeling a small orb slip through the opening,
covered in a sweet taste. I bit down hesitantly. The flavor seeped into my
mouth and I quickly swallowed down the chewed up cherry to lick at my lips
afterwards. I opened my mouth, silently asking for more.
Another laugh came from above me, "You may be cute but it's my turn." I just
scowled at this. Oh sure, let me have something nice but then pull it away from
me hanging by a string. Bastard.
My heart leapt into my throat when his tongue ran over the ridge of my stomach,
dipping down a moment later. Slowly the liquid feeling on my skin started to go
away, replaced by the warm trail his tongue had made across my flesh. The
repeated press of his breath was the only thing that told me where he was, that
he was moving down.
Fingers wrapped around my thighs and pulled them apart, lips pressed against
the inner skin and she stilled until he spoke, "I want to hear you,
understand?"
I was on the varge of nodding my head before realizing I could speak now.
"Yes."
"Good. Pretty sweet girl." He was silent again and I gasped when his tongue ran
along the outer lips of my pussy. Only getting louder when he slid between
them, probing deeper until I released a moan.
At this he pulled back and I whined, my hips raising only to fall flat again
when his lips found the sensitive bundle of flesh. His tongue rolling across my
clit as a finger slid into me and pumped slowly as he worked on my clit.
My moans only grew louder until a similar feeling passed through me. Nothing
but pleasure. Just like before. "Tom." I moaned, resisting the urge to wrap my
leg over his shoulder.
His breath flowed over my skin, moving up and past my chest until I felt his
lips against my cheek. "Rachel." His hands were roaming over my skin, up along
my arms, I could feel his fingers loosen the coils around my wrist. Once my
hands were free I had them wrapped around his back as I leaned forward to lay
kisses on his mouth. Releasing a moan when his tongue swiped across my own.
It seemed an entire minute until he pulled away again. "I'll be back." With
those words he was off the bed, the door shut behind him. I didn't even bother
getting up after I heard the click of the door lock.
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