by A. T. Smith
Pulling me to my feet I’m pushed back up against the wall, his manhood probing my entrance. His firm hand grabs behind my thigh and brings it up to wrap around his hip, then he drives his dick into me full force, eliciting a loud cry from me. Not a cry of pain, no, a cry of fucking ecstasy. The second he fills me, my orgasm detonates; I feel my dam breaking, drowning him, spilling over and running down my legs.
Lowering my leg, Leighton suddenly turns me, bending me at the waist, my full arse on show for him, “Place your hands on the wall Abbi, I’m going to fuck this sweet little cunt of yours. You ready for me Baby?” God this new him is too much, how I was going to keep up I had no idea. I’ve never seen him so controlling and rough but I am loving it and praying to god it never ends.
“Yes Leighton, Fuck my pussy. I need you hard and deep. Fill my cunt up.” I place my hand on the slippery tiles, just hoping they keep me grounded. I widen my stance, firstly to accommodate his monstrous size but also as grip, protection to stop me slipping, I still have my child to consider, but I refuse to be one of those pregnant women who refused to fuck because they have a baby in them. No way, I am getting my fill and if my man wants to fuck me hard up the wall who am I to complain.
“This is going to be quick Abigail, just looking at that glistening slit has me nearly spurting all over your arse.” he thrusts into me, his dick hitting my cervix. His huge hands grip both my hips as he pummels into me. His balls slapping the backs of my thighs, echoing around the steaming shower. The water cascades down lubricating our bodies, creating a sliding affect to every plunge.
“I am going to explode Abigail, are you with me baby, I need you to go with me.”
“God yes, so fucking ready. Make me cum Leighton.” He brings one hand around the front of me, grasping my throat and lifting my body up slightly from the wall. His harsh breath in my ear, the warmth causing tingles to penetrate through me.
I can hear his loud grunts and groans, the hand around my neck drives me fucking insane. The second his grip increases slightly my climax explodes, “Leighton, I’m fucking coming. Argghhh, baby. Cum in me, drown me.”
I feel him slam hard once and then his dick throbs once again, flooding my wet channel in his salty semen.
“Abigail, God, you’re so fucking tight.” When he is spent he relaxes against me, kissing my shoulder and neck, lightly sucking it, causing girlish chuckles to leave my throat.
“I love you so much angel.” He tells me, my original, soft loving man coming back.
“I love you too Leighton.” I turn my head to face him over my shoulder, taking his hot mouth in a panty melting kiss.
Chapter Twenty-Six
The next month has flown by. I am now just over thirty two weeks pregnant. My little baby is due the January 12th. My belly is growing rapidly I am now looking similar to a beluga whale and I feel like one too. I can’t stand properly because my stomach always gets in the way and weighs me down.
Leighton has been amazing, attentive and so very loving towards me. Every day he comes home from work with flowers, or a box of chocolates or some other gift to reassure me of his love for me. He sits on the sofa and places my feet on his lap and massages the aches and pains in them, he runs me deep bubbly baths when I feel tired, he has even learnt to cook some basic meals from Tom so he can cook for me when I don’t feel up to it.
Life is going amazingly well. We have a date set for the wedding; we want to wait till squishy is here. The fifth of June next year I will become Mrs. Abigail Lock.
It is now the beginning of November and the cold has started to settle. The roads have begun to ice up overnight and it is dark by half four in the afternoon.
It is late on a Wednesday afternoon; Leighton is stuck at work late as he has had some ‘things’ to sort out. What the ‘things’ are this time around I have no idea. The temperature has dropped drastically, the fire in the lounge is lit and glowing its beautiful amber aura around the room.
I hear the front door go, the chain sliding across, the customary sign of my fiancé arriving home. He is all about safety and security after the shit that has gone down with the group of animals that attacked Maria, shot at Antonio and killed Thomas’s brother. We haven’t had any problems for a good month or two now, well I think anyway.
I assume Leighton has managed to get away early so I walk to the front door, preparing to greet him as usual. “I didn’t think you’d be home for a while baby.” I say as I walk through the marble floored hallway towards the front door.
What I see when I get there is not my Leighton. Not by any shape or form.
Three men stand in the entrance hall to the mansion, two of which are huge, almost comparable to Antonio in size. The door is shut closed behind them, the chain attached. The two mega men sport shaved heads, nasty scars marring their faces, the other more slender looking one looks slimy, creepy and too damn perfectly looking. All three of them have the same tattoo of the grim reaper on their biceps. The cruel look they give me sends a cold nasty chill down my spine; I instinctively place my hands onto my rounded stomach.
“Good evening, you must be Leighton’s fiancée. Is he around?” the menacing tone to the smaller one’s voice has me on high alert instantly. My palms begin to dampen and my heart rate spikes a little. Leighton may be designed to deal with the violence and cruelty of the world, but me? I hate it, all of it. I wish he had no part in it.
All three sets of eyes drift down to my pregnant belly and then up to my face, their lips curl up in pure malice.
“Yes, he’s in his office, let me just get him for you.” I turn around and began to walk away, trying my damn hardest to live up to the lie I have just told, and preying to the good lord that they believe me. My internal panic alarm tells me to run, run to Leighton’s office and press the red button under his desk. Alerting Antonio, Leighton’s friend and body guard that I need him to come here now, that I am in trouble and in possible danger.
“Not so fast darlin’.” I feel a hand clasp the back of my neck and turn me around slowly. His grip is tight, his nails already biting harshly. “I happen to know for a fact that what you have told me is a lie. I know he’s busy; in fact I made sure he was busy. He is, let’s say, preoccupied with a pretty foreign girl, brown hair and a beautiful voice, kept on begging him; saying please sir, let me touch you, very desperate indeed, I was thankful when he shut her up with his dick. So how ‘bout let’s sit ourselves down and have a little chat shall we?” I didn’t get to answer because a pain sears through my cheek as the back of one of their hands hits me with a brutal force. I taste the copper tang of blood in my mouth as my teeth slice the inside of my cheek.
The pain in my face is nothing compared to the pain in my heart as I think of my fiancé with her, with that parasite. I don’t want to believe it, I don’t want to believe my Leighton is capable of such cruel behavior but my mind won’t let me push it aside, it’s stuck there, potent and toxic, eating away at any assurance I have in myself and in my life.
“I don’t believe you.” I say quietly, shaking my head in disbelief, causing the pain to spike through my cheek and face painfully.
“Believe what you want princess, but sooner or later he’ll go back there, he always does and always will. You can’t give him what he truly needs. In fact I bet he hasn’t even told you who he really is.” The slimmer guy looks satisfied with himself as a tear slips down my face. He walks so he is stood in front of me, his shoulders at my eye level. “Don’t cry sweetness, I can fix it all if you’ll let me.” I sniffle as more tears drop I feel so weak and vulnerable; I just want my life how it was an hour ago. I close my eyes to try and control the pain I am feeling.
I jump when I feel a cool hand on my cheek, the rough callused fingers swiping away the tears. “It will be okay, just forget about him. Leighton is worthless. He doesn’t care about you; if he did he wouldn’t be sliding his dick in and out of that whore’s cunt this second.” I cringe at the filthy words he is saying.
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n my eyes, his black ones looking back. He bends his head towards me, clasping my face in his hands, his lips already puckering. I feel sick to my stomach, my lip are stinging as they quiver with my cries. My head pounds from the pain of the previous hit.
I reach my hand out and bring it back, ready to smack the utter revolution from his face.
The two larger men grab my hands before either of them can connect to the others face. They pull my arms harshly behind my back, securing my wrists with something, the temporary cuff biting into the flesh on my wrist. They walk me through the lounge and force me into a wooden chair.
“Now, that wasn’t a good idea. Let’s talk serious for a minute and then we’ll sort out getting physical poppet, seen as that’s what you’re clearly seeking. I’m sure you’re probably aware of who I am now, who we are. And that also means you know what Leighton’s been up to, being his whore and all, I’m sure your up to date.” Just when I thought all the shit was behind us, something has to bring it back. These are the animals that had raped and beaten my best friend, had attempted to kill Leighton’s best friend and HAD killed Thomas’s only brother.
The obvious leader of the group walks around nonchalantly, circling his hand in the air, the two brutes that had tied my hands standing either side of me.
“You see, your dear Leighton has taken his revenge against us a little too far. All we did was fuck Antonio’s dirty slut of a sister, what so wrong with that, she wanted it. She was all over my brother for months. So there Antonio goes, nearly killing my best friend and VP of my group. So yeah, I know we shot at him, unfortunately missing him, big deal” he scoffs at his own statement, the man is pure evil, taking a life obviously doesn’t bother him in the slightest “so the fucker kills one of us. Tit for tat as it goes, we killed one of his, so we’re even now. You with me?” I gulp down my terror and the sick rising from my stomach. “So guess what your CUNT of a fiancé decided to do, that’s right,” he grabs my face in his hands again, squeezing violently, I can feel my stomach constricting, my blood pressure rising astronomically and my blood pumping so hard in my body I am feeling faint “the fucking prick has killed twelve of my men over the last two months.”
A very nasty picture is now being painted in my head; my beautiful man has taken revenge to the extremity that I am now in danger. I told him, I warned him when he said he would do this. He wouldn’t fucking listen, and now our little squishy, whose feet are ramming into my bladder at this precise moment making it near impossible to hold in my urine, is in harm’s way. I wish I could wrap my baby up so no harm will come to it. I can’t even place my hands on my stomach because they are tied.
“Now this is what’s going to happen, you” he let his grip go, tapping my cheek with one hand “are going to give your Leighton a message from me. I won’t kill you, well not this time anyway, but if he fucks with me again, you” he points his finger at me again “and that child in there” he points his finger at my stomach and then pokes it harshly, I try to stop myself from flinching when his nail bites into my skin “will be splatted on that perfectly laid driveway outside. Got it?” I nod, swallowing back the tears of terror at his threat.
His hand smacks me in the face hard, on the opposite side to earlier, more blood filling my mouth. I have to spit it out onto the floor, the toxic copper taste making me feel ill.
His hand snakes around the back of my neck bringing it close to his own.
“I said, have you got it? Understand?” I nod slightly, the pain in my cheeks spreading like a wildfire to my head.
He leans in and attacks my mouth with his, forcing his tongue in. I take it; doing anything I can to appease the bastard, to protect me and my baby. His nails dig bitterly into the soft skin at the nape of my neck, piercing it.
“Now, we need a way to get our very simple point across.” He looks to me and then he then looks to his men, “Remove her top.” I squirm a little in my seat trying to stop them from getting to it. “If you struggle poppet, I will make promise to my threat a lot sooner than planned. Sit still like the good little whore you are and it will be over quickly.” I stop my movements instantly, all of them, including the rising of my chest as I breathe.
Their dirty hands lift my top over my head, leaving it to drop and land around my tied wrists. The soft material warms my fists, giving them some kind of shield, to stop these animals from seeing the uncontrollable shaking present there. The fire crackling in the room at least gives heat to my otherwise chilly and frozen core.
“Now the bra.” No, no, no I scream in my head at them, wanting to say it out loud but knowing I will be murdering my own child if I am to fight back, my instincts from my street days returning. Take it like a whore, do everything they say and you’ll be safer. A switchblade is flicked open by the man on my right; images of the alley on the day Leighton found me filter through my head, causing my breathing to accelerate and my internal struggle to stop my panic from showing failing somewhat. He walks in front of me and hooks the knife under the center support of my bra and pulls, slicing through the lace easily. My breasts spill unwantedly out from their cups.
The Goosebumps that rise across the flesh of my breasts aren’t from anything exciting, they’re from the pure and utter disbelief, fright and panic I am now in a state of.
“Wow, you are something else darling, what a lucky little prick Leighton is. Why is he at that restaurant of his fucking that whore when he could have you? If I were him I’d be fucking your tight little cunt every second of the day. I might just have to have a tester myself.” I want to throw up, I can feel the warm goo rising to my throat begging for release, my bladder is about to explode and my body screams for help.
“Now, I will leave a nice message for Leighton, right here,” he points the switchblade he has taken from his man and points at my bare chest, “or maybe here” he points it to my face, “or maybe even here. Yes I think he’d definitely get the message here.” His voice splinters my soul as I feel cold metal touch my groin. I thank god I have jeans on right now because I can’t bear for them to see me, bare and uncovered. Only Leighton is allowed to see that. “Yes that’s perfect. REMOVE THEM!” he shouts to the two brutes beside me. “Be sure he gets the message will you.” He smiles bitterly at me.
I start to struggle as my jeans are torn form my body, no matter how much I resist or cry or plead they still end up in a crumpled pile on the floor.
The leader steps a little closer, pressing the blade to my collarbone and presses a little, the metal slightly slicing the skin. Only surface level but it still sends a pain zapping through me.
“Please, don’t. Please stop.” I scream loudly, trying to appeal to their moral side, but the only answer I get is a cloth pressed to my face. I start to become hazy and tired. As I feel I’m going to pass out they remove it, and then a hand slaps lightly to my face waking me up.
“You continue making that god awful noise and I will be forced to shut you up entirely. You have two options, number 1,” he holds up his index finger “you let me leave this message for you fiancé wherever I deem suitable, and then we will leave and you may or may not hear of us again. Or option 2, and my favorite option in my opinion, I tear this cunt apart,” he brings the blade to my cotton concealed vagina, swiping it down the length of my grove cutting me lightly once again. I can feel the tiny trickles of blood soaking my knickers, “I will fuck you, and then he will fuck you and then he will fuck you as well,” he says pointing to the two cronies, “and then just for the fun of it I will fuck you once again. I will make you bleed; I will make you cry and beg, and I will make you scream for a real fucking reason and then, I will slit your fucking throat and leave you and that spawn of Saturn in there to fucking die because quite honestly this world doesn’t need any more whores than it already has. So what’s it going to be, 1 or 2?” he holds up one finger then a second to indicate the options. I felt cold, almost dead inside until those tiny little baby flutters happened reminding me it wasn’t only me here.
/> “One, please one. Just please don’t hurt my baby.” I beg. I coach myself in my head of what to do. Remain calm, let them do everything they need to and then let them leave and never speak of this again.
“Oh, well that’s a shame sweetness; I was very much looking forward to feeling how tight you are. But I suppose if you’re like any of his other sluts you’ve probably had half of London.”
“So boys, where should I leave this message?” he asks them, all three men now stood in front of me analysing their canvas.
They all stand huddled together for a few seconds with the occasional nods and ah-hums before turning and heading back my way. “So, princess, we have a few things we’d like to say, so we might need a little more than just you. But we’ll start here,” pointing to my chest,” and we’ll see where it takes us okay?” he taps my cheek patronisingly. “This might hurt so here’s a little something to help.” He places the same cloth over my face until I am nearly unconscious and barely coherent.
In my head I am fighting, I am pulling and pushing at them to stop the torture as time and time again their knife penetrates my skin. Every inch of my body has a mark; well that’s what it feels like anyway.
I scream through my haze as the knife for the second time attacks my crotch. The pain is unlike anything else I have ever felt. Forget anything my father has done, forget the streets, forget the emotional pain of Leighton betraying me, because as I feel the agonising tear of that blade ripping me apart I want to die. I want to be gone from this world and away from any more suffering.
“That’s looking mighty artistic boss.” One of the voices says.
I can feel the hot fresh blood pouring from the wound, drowning my thighs and the chair.
“Let’s finish this boy’s” I hear the leader say, as I am untied and thrown to the floor haphazardly. I can feel the warmth of a human body, then the smell that isn’t my Leighton, it is a stranger and my body doesn’t want it.