“All the problèmes are solved now. Aaron has returned to us.” She tried to explain, but she couldn’t properly articulate the complexity.
Aaron stepped out onto the back patio, standing in broken glass and blood, slowly realizing what he’d done. “Imbécile! She is traumatized! She may never forgive your actions!”
“I’m sorry. I … I don’t know what to …”
Ana bawled and cried in Michelle’s embrace, she wouldn’t look at him.
Feeling like a monster and an inconsiderate ass, he discreetly removed the dead bodies to the garage, laying them unceremoniously in a heap. He returned out back to the hot tub to strip out of his filthy clothing.
“Ana. I’m so sorry. I didn’t think about … how you would feel. They were trying to kill me …”
She looked at him with fear and trepidation. He looked down at his blood-drenched hands with vision blurred from the strong drug. “Can you ever forgive me?” he slurred.
“You should be so lucky.” Michelle spit back at him with a piercing look.
He looked away from her accusing eyes. He washed the death and filth from his body in the warm bubbling chlorine water to emerge a healthy, clean, light-skinned young man. Monster all gone now. He read Ana’s mind to see where he stood.
She glanced at him, still cuddled in Michelle’s embrace. Ana found it difficult to reconcile the actions she’d just witnessed to this beautiful, smooth skinned man she loved with all her heart. He reached out his arms to Michelle for Ana.
“I need her. Please?”
“Would you go to him?” She asked their pet.
Ana looked to her beautiful clean white-skinned man with fear in her eyes. “He won’t hurt me?”
They both shook their heads no simultaneously. They spoke over the top of each other.
“I love you …”
“He loves you …”
Ana looked back and forth between them. “You guys are both fucking faded! How am I supposed to trust either of you?”
“Because we love you.” Exact same words spoken at exactly the same time by both of them.
“Okay … that’s just plain creepy.” She finally broke a smile.
“Go to him. You need each other. All wounds heal in time.” Michelle pecked her on the cheek, a token of their love.
They exchanged custody of their precious pet. He tucked Ana into his lap, burying his face in her wonderful black hair. He spoke softly as he cradled her.
“I love you, and I’m so so sorry you had to see that. But it’s alright now. Nothing can hurt you. I’m here to protect you.” And it’s a damn good thing Michelle had been there to protect Ana from me.
He searched through her mind to assess the damage. Would she ever trust him again? Could she see past this moment to know how much he truly cherished and loved her?
Michelle slid up next to them in the hot tub, her hands flowing around Ana. They held her together for a time, group hug in the healing bubbles.
She silently absolved Aaron. “I forgive your weakness. Their deaths were just and righteous. Cela devait arriver.” It was meant to be.
He nodded to Michelle in acceptance of her forgiveness. He bit Ana affectionately, trying to erase the bad with the good. Awash in love, fear, and anguish, she wrapped herself around him, accepting his offer, accepting the escape of his wondrous bite. She quickly warmed to his effect, and took the initiative by reaching between his legs.
He knew what she wanted. His sole instinct was to please her. He flipped her around in his lap as if she weighed nothing, and gave her exactly what she wanted.
“Oh yes. That’s it. That’s … oh god.” She shuddered atop him, groaning as he worked his erection up in. Their reunion began as he slipped up into her slowly, pushing hard against her restriction, inch by delicious inch. He hit her limit, but it wasn’t enough. He knew she wanted it harder, deeper. She couldn’t feel enough of him. He gave her what she wanted.
Michelle slid atop Ana’s lap face-to-face. She wrapped her pale lithe limbs around Ana in an embrace. Just the way Ana liked it, sandwiched between her lovers.
As he rammed it in harder and faster, giving her exactly what she needed, she cried out. “Oh yes! Oh god it hurts! Don’t stop! Dammit don’t stop!”
Some small part of his drug hazed mind told him to stop, slow down, take it easy. The voice of caution became lost as he buried himself in Ana, immersed in her psyche, their connection growing stronger every second.
Michelle worked her hand down between Ana’s legs to the sensitive nub of her sex.
“You like this. Oui, I know you like this.”
Ana did the same, reaching between Michelle’s legs grasping and sliding, delving in and around her wonderful silky flesh.
“I love you both so much … I missed … you … Aaron … Oh shit Michelle don’t stop!”
She panted and gasped as Aaron hit her spot deep and hard while Michelle worked her to a peak. Aaron bit down on Ana from behind, back of the shoulder, sending her into a screaming orgasm.
“Oh shit!” He slammed it in hard. Pain. “Oh shit!” He slammed it harder. More pain. “Oh dammit!” He slammed it in as hard as he could, lifting both women up in the air with his powerful thrusts. “It hurts! It hurts too much! Oh god I love it!”
Screaming her release, Ana’s hand clenched up tight on Michelle’s sex. That was all it took. Michelle struck from the other side of Ana’s neck, clamping down tight around her to ride the sexual frenzy.
They all hit at the same time, and hit again and again. They orgasmed together, slipping and sliding and splashing and biting their pet over and over till the hot tub turned pink with Ana’s blood.
“Stop! Oh god stop! Let me go!”
What had begun as love and sex and fun ended in a crazed assault. They were everywhere at once, her breasts, neck, thighs, up inside her both front and back, invading her very mind and soul. She reacted violently, clawing, scraping, and scratching, fighting to get away from their unbreakable grips. All her dark dirty memories of sexual abuse flooded back, triggering a fight/flight response. She fought and clawed at them, even as they simply held her whispering assurances.
“It’s okay.”
“Everything’s okay.”
“It’s alright, c’est bien.”
They let her go and she crawled out of the hot tub crying and whimpering to land splayed out on her back. She cried from the pain, the fear, but mostly from shame. She had enjoyed it, every bit of it. The thrill and insane adrenaline rush of the violent assault really did it for her. She felt filthy and humiliated now her lovers knew the truth.
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Chapter 21
It all came back to her in a flash, those painful poignant memories from her teenage years. Aaron flowed down into the recesses of her mind as she relived those moments that would forever shape the path of her life and taint her relationships with men.
Ana and her mother Stephanie had led a relatively normal existence, struggling by on her mother’s income as a waitress. Everything changed with Arturo Lehman. French Canadian by birth, Arturo swept Ana’s mother off her feet with his gregarious wit. He brightened both mother and daughter’s days, and soon thereafter, their nights.
His wit and obvious affection for both mother and daughter had them convinced he was the perfect addition to their little family. He treated Ana like the daughter he’d never had, lavishing time and attention on her.
The situation came to a head on Ana’s sixteenth birthday. They had gone out for pizza, and returned home minus Stephanie who worked the night shift. At home, Arturo fixed a mixed drink for Anastasia, a strawberry daiquiri with copious amounts of rum. She thought it would be okay, just this once, for her birthday. One led to two, which led to a third.
Ana was staggering drunk by the time Arturo helped put her to bed. As these situations often go, he took advantage of her fully. At some point in the midst of it she realized this was horribly wrong and tried to fight him off, but it was too l
ate. He had his way with her.
The next day she came to him furious. “I’m going to have you arrested and thrown in jail! You’re nothing but a sick pervert!” He smiled back.
“You know what Child Protective Services is, CPS? They’ll put you in a foster home. Your mother will have to fight in court to get you back.”
“At least you’ll be in jail.”
He laughed. “I’ll be out on bail. But it won’t be so fun for you. After talking to therapists, cops, counselors at school, they’ll put you on the stand. You’ll have to testify before a jury of twenty something people. And they’re going to find it hard to believe you were raped. No bruises, no lab tests, no evidence.” He shook his head at her with a smirk.
“And your mother, imagine how much you’ll hurt your mother. You’ll destroy your family and your life trying to prove the improvable.”
She believed him.
“It’s better for everyone if this is our little secret. No one has to know. Nothing to worry about, life goes on as usual. You know why I did it … don’t you?”
Wrung out emotionally she couldn’t speak except to shake her head.
“I love you. I have loved you since the first day I saw you. You are so beautiful Anastasia. I could not help but love you.”
She cried those first few days, withdrawn from everyone, staying in her room. Arturo kept coming to her, apologizing, professing his love. A very handsome and charming man. It didn’t take long for him to work his way back into her heart.
A week later he came to her again in the night, while she was half asleep. She awoke to his hands and kisses. She didn’t struggle as much this time around. An experienced lover, he knew how to play her body like a harp, tweaking her strings skillfully.
Over time she came to know and love him as a man, not a father. The more he visited her bed, the more aggressive he became in their lovemaking. He ravaged her body with relish. And though it hurt, it also felt good. He awoke in her certain dark passions as she learned to find pleasure in his violence. He trained her to crave the masochism, the pain and pleasure blended together.
Several months later Stephanie came home early one night from work to catch Ana and Arturo in the act. She stood in the doorway of the bedroom watching her sixteen year old daughter do things she’d seen in hardcore porno films. It broke her heart and shocked her to the core. They looked like they were fighting while having an animalistic kind of sex. Stephanie screamed her denial and vomited in revulsion.
Arturo tried to calm her down, but she’d gone insane. She screamed and clawed at him, turning on Ana in a rage, knocking her out cold with one solid punch.
Ana awoke to the noise of her dresser drawers being emptied into a garbage sack. Her mother threw her out of the house with nothing but a bag of clothes. She was sixteen, homeless, penniless, a broken nose, cold and hungry. She had lost the only home she’d ever known and the only two people she’d ever loved.
Within weeks she was selling her body on the street to afford to eat. The local homeless shelter only provided one meal a day. All her wonderful plans to finish high school and go on to college were abandoned for the simplicity of survival.
She left Reno for Las Vegas with the idea she could make a decent living as a stripper. She worked at several different strip clubs on and off for a time. Her late teens were spent moving from one train wreck relationship to another, a downward spiral into self-destruction with abusive men, alcohol, and drugs. The fact she liked the abuse usually made it worse.
By her early twenties she’d had enough. She tried her best to clean up, get out of the party lifestyle, live normally. She barely made it as a waitress, surviving on generous tips, trying to avoid too many disasters in her personal life.
The cycle of abuse and disrespect never changed until the night Aaron and Michelle adopted her into their lives. For the first time since the age of sixteen, she truly felt loved, cherished, respected. And the best part, they catered to her darkest needs, giving her all the painfully rough sex she could handle. Perhaps more than she could handle.
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The sheer magnitude of betrayal and abuse Ana had survived shocked Aaron deeply. It was a miracle she’d lived this long.
“I hate them Ana. All of them. They’re nothing but animals taking their sadistic pleasures at your expense to leave you with nothing in return. They did horrible things to you, and I hate all of them.”
Ana was a perpetual victim in a never-ending search for a victimizer. If she continued her course, she’d be crippled, maimed or dead soon enough.
“Arturo was the worst of them. I could hardly walk after he finished with me. I didn’t understand it at the time, but he hurt me really bad.” She looked up at Aaron with eyes filled with pain. “I can never have children. That’s what he did to me.”
She bawled like a baby in his embrace.
“It’s okay Ana, I’ve always known, there’s nothing you can hide from me. I love you completely. Every little mistake, and imperfection only adds to your beauty.” She cried into his neck burying her face as he held her gently.
“It hurts, Oh God it hurts. But I love it.” She cried and shook with her confession.
“I know, I understand. I accept you as you are Anastasia Lucilla Makarova, and I will never stop loving you.”
“You won’t leave me again? They always leave me. They look at me like I’m some kind of freak! If you leave me I’ll die! Please don’t ever leave me.”
He held her and promised over and over to be there till the day she died. She finally calmed in his embrace, her sobs dying down.
“Now I must ask your forgiveness. They tried to kill me, Ana. They tried to take advantage of Michelle with drugs.” Ana looked towards Michelle in the hot tub. She flashed a fang-filled smile.
Aaron continued, “You understand they had to die? There is no other kind of justice in our world. We can never be involved with court systems and police. You understand?”
She looked at him with despair in her eyes. Ana hoped to pretend it never happened, but she couldn’t suppress the issue when he shoved it in her face like this.
Michelle added her two cents, “They were abusers of women. This was not the first time they used drugs to take their pleasures. Tell her what they planned.” She nodded at Aaron.
“The fools thought they could pimp out Michelle to Kramer’s rich casino clients.”
Ana snorted with laughter, “Are you serious?”
He and Michelle nodded in unison.
“They had to die. If Aaron had not done so, I would have killed them myself this night. They chose this fate with their actions against us. Oui?” Michelle’s gaze bored into Ana, forcing her to see the ugly truth.
“Yes, I understand. There could be no other way.” Ana agreed, looking away, avoiding their direct gazes.
She radiated waves of pain. He had been way too rough, but she’d wanted it. And now she paid the price.
“She’s hurt Michelle. She won’t admit it, but she’s hurting. What do I do?”
His heroin hazed thought processes were not exactly running in straight-line logic. Much like Michelle, he functioned on pure instinct. His instinct was to please her, and she was pleased when he hurt her.
Michelle smiled, licking her lips. “I can help.” She crawled out of the hot tub onto Ana as Aaron rolled out of her way, leaving her to Michelle’s care. On all fours, Michelle nestled between Ana’s thighs.
Anastasia smiled down at this wonderful creature bringing her joy and love with her dexterous tongue. Michelle made love to her gently, licking away the pain to replace it with pure pleasure. As she came hard, gushing onto Michelle’s lapping tongue, she held Aaron’s hand.
“I thank God I am so blessed to have you in my life.” She radiated waves of joy and love towards them both.
“It helps. Our venom helps to heal small cuts and wounds much faster.” He smiled at her and she smiled back, both high as kites. Michelle spoke up, breaking their moment.<
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“You know how to do the needles?”
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Anastasia laughed. They just stared at her, the both of them. “You want me to shoot you up?” They both nodded their heads in unison. Creepy.
They looked at her expectantly, as if they both wanted a dose, as if they both had asked the question. They are definitely linked psychically.
Might be a mistake to do it, but then, it surely wouldn’t be her first. She nodded, “Yes, I know how.”
And then Michelle hopped up, zipping off into the house to return in a flash with a fistful of syringes from the kitchen table.
Ana took two of the preloaded doses. “I bet this is some good shit. You guys are totally faded.”
Way far gone on Michelle’s special brand of venom, Ana smiled. She was game for anything they wanted. In no time at all she shot up each of her lovers, and then sat back in a patio chair to watch them tackle each other in a rough and tumble sexual marathon.
Aaron pounded Michelle every way possible, front-back-top-bottom. She took him in everywhere he could fit, enjoying all that he had to give. They bit and rolled and hunched and humped and bit again. It was like watching Angels make love––or perhaps demons. They managed feats no human could survive or had the strength to perform.
She grabbed the Patron tequila from the wet bar and started doing shots with lime and salt, the Mexican way.
“Oh man, this is awesome.” She slammed five shots back to back enjoying the show.
They put on one hell of a show for her. The vamps went at it non-stop, demolishing the patio furniture in a rambunctious sexual wrestling match of the gods. She finished off the last of the Patron and snatched up a bottle of Shiraz circa 2001, drinking it straight from the neck of the bottle. We don't need no steenking glasses, she murmured to herself in a cheesy cliche Mexican accent.
Then the idea hit. “Hey guys! I know what we should do tonight! Let’s go out on a limo tour of the town! I know a limo service! They got a bar and everything.” It ain’t free, but they got lotsa money. Let’s have some fun!
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