When we got to the cabin, he put Becca’s drunken ass in bed and then opened up two Cokes for us to drink as he showed me around. The kitchen was small but comfortable. For some reason I always thought of it as rustic when he would talk about it, but it was a charming cabin with modern furniture. There were two bedrooms and a private room that was locked that he said his dad used.
“Wow. Mark this place is nice. We should have come here a long time ago.” I had some more of my Coke and looked around at the rock fireplace and picture windows. I walked over to the French doors and saw that there was a huge deck and could see the moon shining on the swamp.
“Yeah, looking back, I think I should have brought you up here years ago, too.” He smiled at me, took my Coke can, and walked back to the kitchen area. “Why don’t you change, and I’ll make us some real drinks.” He wiggled his eyebrows, and I laughed at his goofiness.
I looked in at Becca, and she was drooling. I knew she was out for the night and would feel like shit in the morning. I laughed, thinking of her surprise when she woke. I went to my room and quickly threw on my pajamas. It was my usual style, a tight tank and short shorts. I was glad I didn’t bring pants because I was feeling hot and stuffy already. I didn’t think anything about how revealing it was until I came out of the room and Mark was standing at the end of the bar watching my breasts as I walked up to him and took my drink. It was in a shot glass and lighter than a normal coke.
“What is this?”
“Not a drinker, Ari?”
“No. You know I rarely did in high school and haven’t since either.” I looked at the drink already feeling lightheaded and dizzy.
“It’s a shot of Crown. I thought we could consider it a night cap before going to bed. You know how to do a shot right, Ari?” I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I knew something was off. Since we had arrived at the cabin he made sure to say my name in a weird tone. I watched as he took his shot. His was in a regular glass and equaled about four of my half full shot glass.
“Your turn Ari.”
I looked him over and then looked around. I thought he was probably tired. Or ticked off Becca was passed out and was ready to go to sleep. That or I was getting sick since I didn’t feel good. I hadn’t felt good earlier, but that was usual tiredness. This felt like motion sickness. Maybe a nightcap would help me go to sleep quicker. I put my glass to my lips and did my shot. It burned. Dammit. I took a deep breath trying to relieve the fire. There wasn’t a lot, but it was enough to make me wonder why people would want to drink it. It had a sweet taste but burned too bad to think about.
“Good job, Ari.” I heard the sneer loud and clear that time. And when I did it hit me. He never called me Ari. I was always Rory. He was the only one who called me Rory my whole life, and I always liked it. A few times when we were younger and he snuck into my room he called me his Angel, but thinking of it now it didn’t fit. Alex calling me Angel fit, but Mark calling me Angel always reminded me of the night I met his father and was told I looked like an Angel. Why would Mark call me Ari and not Rory? Come to think of it he had not called me Rory once since I had moved back.
“I just realized you’re calling me Ari. I don’t remember you ever calling me Ari when we were younger. Why?”
“Oh, do you not like it? How about Angel? I used to call you Angel. Remember that?” He had leaned against me, and I went to step back and stumbled.
“Wow Angel. I didn’t think one little shot would affect you so much. Let me help you to bed.” He was breathing in my face, but I couldn’t think. I couldn’t say anything. I was too tired and heavy. I wanted to go to sleep. Then everything went black.
I woke up in bed and felt pressure on me before I even opened my eyes. My head was pounding and my mouth felt fuzzy and dry. I slowly cracked my eyes and saw Mark leaned over me.
“What happened?”
“Lots happened. I knew when I gave you the drug it would knock you out so I didn’t give you much knowing if it didn’t work I could give you more. Way out here in the middle of nowhere it’s not like anyone is going to come looking for you or that you have a way of getting away.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I drugged you, but only a little because I want you coherent for what is going to happen.”
“Hmm.” I felt tired and Mark’s rambling was getting on my nerves. I wanted him off me so I could sleep. “What’s going to happen?” I pulled to move my arm. It felt numb and heavy. I felt a tug against my wrist when I looked over and saw it was attached to a rope. My eyes followed the rope to see that it was tied to the bed. I slowly turned my head and saw that my other arm was tied to the other side of the bed. “Why am I tied up?”
“Poor Angel. So confused even when she has all the pieces staring her right in the face.” I felt Mark shift over me and realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Why wasn’t he wearing a shirt? Was he asleep?
“Did I wake you? What happened? Why am I tied up?”
“No, Angel, I haven’t gone to sleep yet, but you were out long enough for me to send Becca on a little trip. I was going to keep her, but when they showed up for you I knew I wasn’t going to let you go until I get what’s mine.”
“What are you talking about? Who came for me? Where is Becca?” I watched as Mark leaned down and sucked on my breast. He swirled his tongue around my puckered nipple and then bit down hard. When he released it I could see indentions from his teeth on the area around the nipple. That had to hurt, but I couldn’t feel it.
“I don’t have on a shirt.” Why didn’t I have on a shirt?
“No, Angel, you don’t.” He looked down and ran his finger across my hip bones. From the right one across to the left then back to the middle and down. Down between my folds and into my slit. I watched as he played then lifted his finger to his mouth and sucked. “No panties either. I have full access to you that way. But don’t worry; I don’t have any on either.”
I looked back down to where he was once again playing and saw that he was now rubbing his cock against my slit. “It’s wet. Even when you’re half out of your mind, your pussy prepares to be fucked.” I shook my head trying to clear it.
“Where’s Becca? What’s going on?” My thoughts kept coming in brief little pieces I would almost catch before it would fade again.
“I’m going to tell you a story. An extremely personal story. I know you don’t know my dad well, but he has a lot of influential friends. His friends’ occupations range from a few priests to teachers to business men to politicians. An immensely wide range, but a close group of friends. These are the same men who used to meet my dad and me on our camping trips. Do you remember how I use to go camping, Angel?”
I watched as he pointed his cock down inside my slit then leaned down taking my other nipple in his mouth and sucking. Still numb, not feeling anything—thinking I should be fighting but not able to move.
“Yes.”
“We started going camping when I was seven. I was the only boy brought along then, and it started small. I remember the first time one of them touched me was when I was taking a shower. This man stepped in the shower with me. I was about to get out even though I had shampoo in my hair, and he grabbed me and pulled my back up against his front. Told me it was fine. That we were saving water. He proceeded to wash my hair and my body, paying extra attention to certain areas. I, of course, was told to do the same. When I came to his dick, he wrapped my hand around him and showed me how to wash him correctly. It slowly built to how I could wash with my mouth,” he said as he jabbed his cock harder between my slit meeting my entrance but still never going in.
“This went on for a summer but never went further than them using my mouth. We went on a few weekend trips, and there were other kids there. Both girls and boys. They would use this room here, Angel. They would take turns using whoever they brought. Sometimes it would be a gangbang and sometimes they would toy around with us. The most memorable one was when I was nine. I was brought here over Ch
ristmas break. By this time, I thought that what happened in this cabin was what men do. They get together, drink, have fun, and spend extra time with the kids who were good. Loving on them and letting the kids show them how much they loved the men back. But that time, the first night there I was brought out with two other little boys and a little girl. They told us we were going to play a Christmas game. It was based off of points and the one with the most points would have the one gift we wanted more than anything. Well, I wanted the new Sega game that was out, and I would have done anything for it. I already knew with my brother and sister at home I wasn’t going to get anything like that from my parents. When asked what I wanted, I told them. When they told me I could win it, I knew I was going to. It started with the usual loving kind ways the men always showered toward us. By that night at dinner they told us how good we were and that we had become part of the secret club of their family. That’s what they called us. Their loving family away from family. They told us about the other members in the club. ‘Remember that girl who let us love on her for hours. She was part of our secret club. And that young man who helps us out every time we come here. He is about to join our ranks. After you have been in our club for so long you get to become one of us and receive the love. Do you remember how much he loves us? You need to show us you love us that much.’ So that night we each went to a room, except for the girl. She was left in the living room to sleep on the foldout. There were eight men all together, two for each of us. I was brought to this room. I did everything they asked with the promise of that game.” I looked up at Mark and realized I could focus more. I saw that he was crying and understood why.
“They were brainwashing you and raping you. Your dad was allowing this?” He was looking off, not focused on me at all.
“I couldn’t move out of bed the next morning. I had to be helped to the bathroom and given a shower. By Christmas morning I had received a visit from seven of the men there. I didn’t understand, because not only did they take from me, but they played with me. Enough to make me respond and showed me how to enjoy my hand. I won the game but never played.” He looked down at me. “No, my dad didn’t allow this. He did this to other kids and taught me to enjoy it enough to become like him.”
“No, I don’t believe it. You are nothing like him. You would never do anything like that.”
“Angel. You are tied down and spread open on a bed. I just sent Becca off to be sold to make me some cash, and I am about to sink into you and fuck your wet cunt. Then I am going to flip you over and take your ass. How does that sound? Is that ass still cherry? I should have had your virginity in high school, but you were walking around like you were too good to be touched. No matter how bad I needed to. And not to just get off. I needed to feel your heavenly self against me. Everywhere I felt dirty I wanted to feel you so I would think of you the next time it happened, but you only saw me as a friend. A Fucking Friend. Didn’t you ever wonder why I snuck into your room every night after I came home from camping?”
I started crying. I didn’t want to know any more. I didn’t want to hear any more. “I thought you missed me.” I heard my voice catch as I cried.
“No, it was to smell your feminine smell. Your heavenly angel scent,” he sneered. “You don’t know how many times it kept me from killing myself, but you were more of an angel than you know. I was told if I became your best friend, I wouldn’t have to love them as much. So after we moved in next door and became friends, I only had to watch the other kids play the games. But by the summer after we became neighbors, Dad took me and Joey.” His brother, no. Nonononono.
“Please, Mark, no more.” I was full out bawling now.
“No more? Can’t stand to hear it? Well fuck you, you fucking cunt. You are going to hear the rest of this story. Because you have a part in it. That was just one of the times I remember so clearly. Joey had to watch the same thing I did over and over. The last night that summer they called us both to this room and went after Joey. Not soft like they did me. They were all going to rape him. I fought off the men, but Dad pulled a gun and gave me the choice to watch Joey submit or to take his place willingly. See, after the first Christmas Break I wasn’t willing to do it anymore. They missed me being so open and enjoying myself. And I did enjoy it. I hated that I did, it was wrong and I knew it, but I still enjoyed myself. While some men liked the fight, they also liked ones who were easy. They could have any kid fight them, but they had trained me to let them take me easily. They just needed something to make me do it.”
“No please. Don’t tell me.”
“I agreed. They leave Joey alone, and they could have me. I was fourteen by then, and it had been happening since I was nine, except for the small break after I met you. I thought why not. I was already broken and going to hell. I would save Joey. Dad loaded Joey and the other kids and left me there alone with six men. They all used me that night. The first time I had ever had a train, and I had to allow it or Dad would bring back Joey. Remember that year. I didn’t go to school for the first month because of a serious illness. Yeah, there was a doctor in the group who wrote me a note to miss school so my ass would heal right.”
“Please Mark. No more. I can’t. I can’t hear any more. Why didn’t you tell me? Tell my dad?” I couldn’t breathe in. I was getting lightheaded and dizzy.
“These men were all over the place. There was a cop, a preacher, some of our teachers. This was a small local group, but they would bring in friends from outside. They had jobs that provided safety nets where they couldn’t get punished. The outstanding citizens in our community would go against me and say I was lying. I haven’t even told you your part in it, yet.”
“No Marrrrk pleeease.”
“Shhhh. Calm down or I will have to drug you again.” He leaned down and started sucking on my nipple again. Making me calm. Making me focus on what he was doing and not what he had been telling me. The fact that being tied to a bed unwillingly and was about to be raped calmed me down was crazy, but compared to what he had been telling me it was the closest to normal there was.
“This went on until I was eighteen. I was bigger than most the guys and knew I could overpower them, but if I did, who would protect Joey. So when I turned eighteen I was given another choice. Join their ranks or let Lisa join mine. She was brought and made to watch. Poor little Lisa was only fifteen. Yeah she was older than most of the girls that I had seen brought here, but this was my sister. So I did what I had to do to protect her. She had three years before she could run like Joey had done.” I remembered back when Mark had turned eighteen, and he told me that Joey had ran away. It was never made a big deal, and I always thought he went to live with a relative. Now I knew he was making a break for it.
“Noooo. No Markkk. No, no, no, no, no.”
“No. And I told them as much. I would never do to those boys what had been done to me. They talked it over and gave me a different option. I could protect Lisa like I had Joey by being theirs willingly, but I also had to keep you close. All I had to do is watch out for you and get you out of the house when told to. This kept Lisa safe, so of course I agreed. I fucked only girls who hung with your group to make sure we were still together all the time. When I was told the dates to have you out of the house there was a party going on so I talked you into going. I didn’t know what would happen until I received the call to take you home, but when I looked for you I couldn’t find you. You were already gone. You left while that fucking cunt was sucking my cock in the truck. I was supposed to be there when you found out so you would cry on my shoulder. Be there for you to trust, to depend on. I had put years into a friendship that you fucked up that night. You turned to Becca. Always. Fucking. Becca. She might be a good fuck, but she was so goddamn jealous of us and still is. God, as soon as I asked her out, she was on board. And I found out how good a fuck she is. Do you know how good she obeys? Gets off on it. I can slap her around and tell how big of a whore she is and she loves it. I set up cameras and bent her over, fucked her ass, a
nd she fucking loved it. Performed like a goddamn whore. And you went to that. You were supposed to be there at my house letting me take care of you until it was all arranged. You were going to be sold off to some rich guy.”
I was bawling so hard I couldn’t respond to anything. I couldn’t believe everything had been a lie. He was going to give up years of friendship instead of asking for help.
“Oh yeah. This guy had a thing for virgins with unique features, but when it was all arranged a couple of months later you were gone. Fucking. Gone. The Youngs had kept me up to date on how you were doing. You were a walking zombie. There was no way you could just up and leave, but you did. And this guy, this multi-millionaire or some shit, he was pissed. Wanted his unique virgin, but we didn’t have one. So my precious Lisa was sent. She was sold to this guy for nothing—to prolong our debt. Last I heard she was considered property and treated as such. Doesn’t even go by her name anymore.
He watched me cry for a little bit. “Yeah, you did that, and Lisa wasn’t the only one. We’ve had to send other girls. Remember bringing up the fact that I am so good-looking that all the girls must have a crush on me? It does help to keep an eye on what girls are the type this guy and his friends like. And guess what. Since you have come back, I gave him a call. He doesn’t care that you’re no longer a sweet little virgin. He still wants you, the one who got away. That’s who showed up while you were out, but when I came to get you I realized I couldn’t send you. You have fucked up my life so royally, and I still can’t seem to do what I am supposed to. So I sent Becca. She will keep them satisfied for a little while longer. At least until I fuck you out of my system. With the way she likes to fuck and perform, she will be a fun one for them. I sure enjoyed her.”
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