by Ally Vance
I sob quietly as I touch myself to their animalistic sounds, and I remember in the quiet darkness how it felt to be the one receiving his attention. I shouldn’t be doing this. I tell myself the same thing over and over again, but as her cries reach the pitch of ecstasy, I feel the heat roll through me like a slow tide as I sully my soul and my body in which his blood flows.
The silence that follows the sound of their fucking drags on, and I lie awake, staring up at the dark ceiling. I’m being swept away by my own treacherous thoughts, and while I lie in the blackness, shivering through the aftershocks of my orgasm, I make a decision that will either free me or doom me forever.
Slipping out of my bed, I wince at the coolness of the temperature hitting my heated, flushed skin. I grab the backpack I still have slung over the bedpost and start pulling clothes from the drawers and shoving them inside. I can’t stay here, and if I sneak out in the middle of the night, I might have a chance of getting away permanently. I don’t know where I’ll go, but if I remain here, I fear I’ll fall victim to the madness running through me. Away from this house, the insanity can’t touch me…and neither can he.
Not wanting to waste any time, I hurriedly pull on panties, a sweater over my sleep shirt, leggings, and finally a pair of shoes. The longer I delay, the more likely I am to get caught. Without giving myself time to think about what will happen if he catches me, I swing my bag over my shoulders, take a deep breath, and carefully open the bedroom door, partway. Peering through the gap into the hallway, I listen for a sign that anyone is awake. The stillness of the night and an empty corridor greet me, and I tiptoe through the opening and make my way toward the kitchen. The back door will grant me the easiest escape because I can flee into the deep forest beyond the edges of the yard.
I can see the door from where I’m standing, shrouded in shadow, in the hallway. The weight of the bag on my shoulders and the feel of it sitting against my back reassures me that I’m really going to do this, and this isn’t some ill-fated dream or illusion of freedom. Steeling myself, I sneak into the kitchen, taking care not to make any noise. For once, the lack of personal touches and furnishings in the house are a blessing; I don’t have to worry about tripping or knocking anything over as I inch closer and closer to the door that will grant me salvation.
I’ve only moved a few feet, but by the time I reach the door, my palms feel clammy and my heart is thumping so hard it feels as though it’s about to burst out of my chest. No time for doubt now, though. I’ve gotten this far, and the longer I dillydally, the more likely I’ll be caught. I grip the cold metal handle, and carefully twisting it, I open the door. A light breeze brushes against my face, and I glance behind me, just once, before stepping out into the night. I smile up at the black sky, pinpricked with a smattering of stars, and inhale deeply. It’s time to go.
I start walking, retracing the steps I took to get here on that first day. I try not to think about my sister trapped in the pit as I approach the edge of the yard. Vaughn said she wouldn’t be strong enough to run with us, so I’ve made the choice to leave them all behind, even though it makes my soul ache to do so. I’ll come back and save them, but first I need to save myself from this fate.
I take my first step across the boundary of trees encircling the house and yard. I stumble through the forest, trying not to trip over roots and fallen foliage. I don’t have a flashlight, the batteries in that and my phone have long since died, not that I’d be able to get a signal, anyway. We’re well and truly cut off out here. A twig snaps, the crack seems as loud as gunshot, making me jump. I whip around and scan the thicket of trees for a sign of someone being there, fearing that Pater might be behind me, then laugh to myself when I don’t see anything. It was just my imagination. My fear playing tricks on me.
I break through the trees into the clearing with the stone chair and pause, heart hammering in my chest as my blood freezes in my veins. Sitting in the chair like he belongs there, one leg crossed over the other, leaning forward, and with his chin resting on his hand, is Pater.
Chapter Eighteen
“Running away are you, Sofia?” It sounds more like an observation than a question.
“N-no,” I stammer, already knowing I’m caught. How did he know?
“I want to believe you, I really do, Sofia.”
He sighs dramatically, sounding like an aggrieved parent scolding his child as he gets to his feet and approaches me. I’m frozen, stock still, frantically willing myself to move my legs and run. But in a few short strides, he’s standing in front of me, his shadowed features and large frame blotting out the stars as he towers over me, and my chance to escape is lost.
“But, once again, you’ve chosen to break the fucking rules. First you run, abandoning your family, then you try to deny it, and here we are, back where I first found you. I’m becoming convinced you want to be punished, Sofia,” he says, tilting his head thoughtfully to one side.
I don’t answer, and I don’t move, even as he lifts his hand to gently sweep the loose strands of my hair out of my face and brushes his fingers down my cheek. The rough pad of his thumb caresses lightly over my skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I swallow back the whimper of terror as a tear slips free. I don’t know what I want anymore, but I’m not sure this is it. His other hand reaches around to grab my backpack, and sliding it off my shoulders, he drops it to the ground. I reach out for it, but he seizes my hand in his much larger one and leads me toward the chair.
“What are you doing?” I protest, shrieking when he lifts me from the ground and swiftly pulls off my leggings and panties before setting me down in the seat, still warm from when he was sitting there.
“What I should’ve done when I first saw you sitting here with your fingers buried in your sweet little pussy and you told me you were mine. I’m going to make you my wife,” he growls, palming me over my panties I’m still wearing as he crashes his mouth down over mine.
I beat my fists against his chest, fighting desperately, but he only chuckles into my mouth. He grips my wrists in one of his hands as the other one shoves my shirt and sweater up and divests me of my underwear, leaving my pussy bare and exposed to the night breeze and to him. He doesn’t hesitate, dipping his fingers into my body while expertly working my clit until I’m whimpering and grinding against him. No! What am I doing?! He swallows my cries of pleasure, thrusting his tongue deep into my open mouth to tangle with mine.
“It’s time to make you mine again and remind you of who you belong to,” Pater smirks as I shudder through the delirium of ecstasy, and he lowers his pants, releasing his thick cock.
I struggle against him, awareness and clarity returning in a split second, but I’m incapable of fighting him. Lowering my body so my ass is on the edge of the chair, he spreads my legs wide, lines himself up with my pussy and jerks his powerful hips forward, filling me to the hilt. My scream splits the air, and his groan of satisfaction reverberates through my soul, tearing me in two.
Pater fucks me slowly, taking his time to fill me completely with every thrust of his hips. He ignores my cries of pain, seeking only to fulfil his own needs and gorge on his pleasure until he’s satisfied. He lowers his head to kiss me again, dominating me with his mouth as he fucks me into a bittersweet oblivion. His kiss is filled with lust and when he grinds against my clit, I lose myself to the darkness of the sensations he’s arousing, and as my pussy pulses around his cock, my mind floats on clouds around me. I’m brought back down to earth by Pater jerking roughly against me as he once again spills his seed within my unprotected body.
Pater’s body is heavy, the rigid muscles of his abdomen are pressed almost flat against mine, and his cock is still twitching inside me. When he lifts his head to look down at my face, his hot breath blows against my skin, and his expression is a mix of elation blurring with a deep satisfaction, but both are overshadowed by the possessive grin he’s directing straight at me. Pater kisses my lips again, softly this time, and then presses another gentle,
fatherly kiss to my forehead, his stubble scratching at my skin.
I stare up at him in shock, my legs still spread wide and his softening erection still buried deep inside me. He pulls out, and I slide from the chair and its plinth to the cold earth. I can feel the twigs and small stones digging into my uncovered skin as I sit there while his cum slips slowly from my body, running down the seam of my ass to pool on the ground beneath me.
I’m finding it almost impossible to process what we just did and the fact that, once again, Pater’s come inside me. My daddy, the man who sired me, is purposefully trying to get me pregnant. He warned me before, but when he didn’t touch me again after that first time, I didn’t think he meant it. How fucking wrong I was. I’ve tried to run but failed, and I’m afraid of what else he may do to me now. Although, I can’t think of anything worse than him succeeding in his mission to fill my womb with his child. This is so fucking wrong. It’s the farthest thing from anything I could’ve imagined when I first laid eyes on him, knowing who he was to me.
“Come on, Sofia. Naughty children don’t go unpunished. It’s time you understood where the bad girls go when they tell lies and break the rules. I told you I know everything that happens under my roof. Yet you still chose to go against me. Tut tut, well now it’s time to face the consequences of your actions.”
I’m hauled unceremoniously onto my unsteady feet, and I barely manage to snag the strap of my backpack before Pater begins dragging me along. I stumble helplessly behind him until we break through the tree line and reach the yard. When he bypasses the house and pulls me toward the pit, the oubliette, which I can see is uncovered, I claw at his hand, frantically trying to pry his fingers loose.
“Please don’t put me in there, Pater. Please! I promise to be good! I’m sorry, Daddy!” I wail, but he shakes his head.
“You haven’t learned your lesson yet. You don’t appreciate how easy I’ve been on you up until now. You need to understand your place and stop acting like a petulant kid, defying me every single time my back is turned. A few days in the hole ought to reinforce the lesson you seem determined not to grasp. Maybe you’ll gain a little more respect for the rules of my house. You chose to find me, and you don’t get to run away now, just because it suits you. That’s not how this family works, Sofia,” he says harshly, chiding me.
Pater sweeps me off my feet, and I scream as I’m suspended over the hole in the ground. It looks like the open mouth to hell, waiting to swallow me whole.
“Please!” I beg, clutching tightly onto him, tears streaming down my face, as he lowers me inside before releasing me and letting me fall into the depths of the abyss.
Chapter Nineteen
I should’ve listened to Vaughn, and I shouldn’t have tried to run. Of course, Pater knew what I would attempt to do; he’s made it very clear that nothing goes unnoticed by him in that house. I don’t know whether Vaughn told on me, or if Pater somehow read the thoughts swirling through my mind. Regardless of how he found out, this is where running got me.
The floor of the pit is padded with thick straw, no doubt there to cushion the fall. Jocelyn is noticeably absent, and maybe that’s a good thing for her. Vaughn told me she spends an awful lot of time down here, but I’m not sure being up there in the house will be that much better for her.
I’m glad I managed to grab my backpack when Pater hauled me out of that clearing and dumped me in this godforsaken hole. At least, I’ve got some extra clothing, so I’m able to dress a little warmer. I still have no panties on, and the remnants of mine and Pater’s cum still clings to my inner thighs, but there’s not much I can do about that right now. I pull on some spare clothes from my backpack, grateful for the added layers. I notice my dead phone, and I once again lament the fact I left my charger at home in my rush to escape. Even though there’s no signal around here. it would’ve provided a little light and a way to track the hours and days ahead of me. I curl up tightly into a ball for warmth and settle on the straw as best I can, and using my bag as a pillow, I try to get some sleep.
Hours later I jolt awake. Somehow, I managed to drift off, but I have no way to gauge how much time has passed since I landed down here. I stretch as much as the limited space will allow before I slowly get to my feet on aching bones and muscles. The light at the top of the hole seems a little brighter, so I’m guessing it’s morning now.
I wait for someone to come, for Vaughn maybe, but I’m left alone. I’m down in the dark with no food and no light, save the small pinprick of daylight trickling down through slats in the covering over the top of the hole. Vaughn warned me what would happen if I broke the rules. I didn’t listen...but Daddy always knows, and now I’m paying penance for my mistakes.
There’s nothing to do but sit in the still emptiness of the oubliette, surrounded by the smooth walls and hay-strewn floor. I sit against the wall, leaning on it with my knees bent and my arms wrapped around them. The heaviness of my heart and the pangs in my stomach remind me I’m alive, and I’m not the shell I sometimes feel I’ve become. The only glimpse of a silver lining is the utter peace and tranquility I find in this narrow chute whenever my fruitless pleas and screams for freedom aren’t bouncing around its walls.
Shadows dance on the sides of the shaft as daylight fades, looking like monsters coming to devour me as their tainted sacrifice. Night falls, plunging me into an all consuming blackness, and the surrounding walls begin to feel like they’re closing in. But the only way out is up, and the prospect of freedom is too far out of reach. The sound of a breeze I can’t feel whispers overhead, rustling the leaves on the trees in the nearby forest. Sunlight might peek down like a naughty child at a keyhole during the day, but at night, the darkness and the stone walls draw out the heat, leaving nothing for me. As I curl up tighter, shivering against the chill of the pit, regret swirls in my head at my foolishness in thinking I could evade Pater. Why did I run?
I’m losing track of time, but I’m sure no more than a couple of days have passed. Occasionally, a bottle of water is lowered into the oubliette, delivered by an anonymous hand. I’m feeling the lack of food, and I’m freezing cold when the sun isn’t shining down on my pitiful form, curled up on the straw.
The only things keeping me from losing my mind in the narrow confines of my prison is the thought of getting out and the face of my mom, now blurred in my memory. It’s mostly too dark to see the photos still buried in the bottom of my backpack, but even when the sun is high enough overhead, and its taunting light trickles in and dances on my skin, I’m too afraid to look at them because I know who’ll be staring up at me.
“Sofia,” a hushed voice calls out my name, and I squint up blearily to see who it is.
It’s hard to tell, but I’m almost certain it’s Vaughn; his voice doesn’t have the edge that Pater’s does.
“Vaughn! Please, can you get me out?” I plead, praying he’ll say yes.
“No. I’m sorry. I can’t go against him. Not this time,” he admits, sounding apologetic.
The response confirms it is Vaughn standing above me. He’s annoyingly far away, but at least he’s here.
“How did you manage to come and see me?”
“Pater’s gone out, so I snuck some food and extra water for you. It’s not much, but it’ll keep you going for now.”
He blots out the light as he squeezes the parcel of food through a gap in the cover, like he did for Jocelyn, and then lets it go. I watch it fall, and somehow manage to catch it before it hits the floor. The smell of bread and butter assaults me, and I crouch down on the floor, hurriedly opening the package and setting the bottle of water aside for after I’ve eaten.
“Thank you, Vaughn,” I whisper, and my voice must carry because he nods in response to my thanks.
“I’ve gotta go. If I’m caught out here, then we’ll both end up down there. I’ll see you soon I hope,” he says, and his face vanishes from my view.
I hope so too.
I ravenously attack the sandwich Vaughn broug
ht for me before eagerly devouring the small apple that was also in the parcel, groaning in satisfaction at the simple joy of eating. I hate that I’m so dirty, but I’m too hungry to care. Feeling better than I have since I greeted the bottom of this hole, I lie down and let the rest of the day pass in a haze of light slumber and bursts of wakefulness. The boredom and restriction of movement is what’s wearing me down the most, and I hope Pater forgives me soon and lets me out. I don’t know how much more of this I can take before I lose my mind.
I’m just slipping into another doze when a scraping above me draws my attention. I look up as a familiar face peers over the edge of the oubliette. Pater stares down at me and smiles when he sees me looking back up at him.
“Have you decided whether you’re going to follow the rules yet, or do you need another few days in the hole?”
“Pater, please let me out. I’ll be good, Daddy,” I beg, hoping he’ll let me out of this place.
“How do I know you’re being sincere, Sofia? This isn’t the first time you’ve broken your promise to behave. How do I know you aren’t trying to hustle your way outta there?” he questions, his lips tilting deviously into a smirk, no doubt enjoying my vulnerability and discomfort.
I’m completely at his mercy, and if he chooses to leave me to rot down here, there’s nothing I can do to stop him.
“Please! I promise, I’ll behave myself. I’m not lying to you,” I cry, my voice cracking from the overwhelming fear that he’ll walk away any minute.
I’m not sure how long he stands there watching me break down in front of him, but as always, time seems to slow when he’s around. Every moment with him is drawn out, purposeful, so when he finally throws a rope ladder down the hole, it almost seems to fall in slow motion before the end of it tumbles to a stop at my waist.