by Emma Luna
Chance’s screams are nearly continuous now as he begs and pleads for us to end this and let him go. He tells us he’s a good guy. He offers us lots of money, telling us he is sure his parents will pay a handsome reward for his return. Then, when begging and pleading don’t work, he follows the typical pattern and becomes angry. He calls us every imaginative swear word that he can come up with whilst he has rodents ripping at his abdominal flesh. So, they aren't as good as they could be, but I do give the guy credit for trying. I particularly liked being called a hairy twatcobbler. I have no idea what that is or what it’s supposed to be but I liked his imagination in this trying time. When that has no effect, he threatens us. Says there is no way we will ever get away with it. This is the point that Piper always enjoys. This is her moment to stop her fingers assaulting her clit to look over at her victim, because that's what he is, and she brags.
“Oh, Chance. Do you think you are the first? Do you think other men haven’t been in the exact same position as you are in now, dishing out the exact same threats? Do you want to know how many? There have been thirty-two other men before you, Chance, you are lucky number thirty-three. So, no, I don’t think that I’m going to get caught. I have no intention of using you for blackmail money. You are a gift to my children and as a family, we will all enjoy your sacrifice,” she gloats and even I can’t help but to be impressed. That many men without even raising suspicion. Nobody has even realised some of them are missing, let alone connected their disappearance with a murder. It’s obvious that the awe is evident on my face because Piper signals for me to come and join her. Finally, the only part of the evening I actually fucking like.
Nine
Piper
The look of awe and admiration on Ollie’s beautiful face as I explain to Chance why his threats are pointless is one of the best things in the world. I know he is embracing the love we’re showing our family and although it has taken me a long time to acknowledge them, I know the feelings Ollie has for me are real. I might not be capable of reciprocating them, but I also am able to acknowledge there’s a reason Ollie is the one I have kept around for the longest. He is also the only one I have ever allowed access to my body when we aren’t taking part in my kink. It took me a while to analyse why I might be acting the way I am. It could be something as simple as that my body recognises that Ollie is a sexy, virile young man and my hormones call out to him on a caveman type level. Or it could be that we are both two broken souls who have experienced similar losses and we recognise that in each other. For one tiny second, I did consider the fact that it could be I had developed feelings for Ollie and that I now saw him as part of my family, but that was a theory I paid little attention to because I don’t have feelings like that. I’m capable of emotion, I know lust and anger, but I don’t bother myself with trivial emotions that waste my time. I’m sure at some point, I’ll have to put aside whatever it is that’s stopping me from wanting to get rid of Ollie. He’s becoming a liability, they always do. It’s for the safety of the mischief that we move on and Ollie doesn’t, but now is not the time for that. I am going to drag out having him for as long as I possibly can. Trusting men is not easy for me, but with Ollie, it is a whole lot easier than I’ve ever experienced before. I didn’t exactly have the greatest start, and despite Ollie not knowing why, he has always made me feel comfortable. Despite my past.
Growing up with a mum who is a crack whore, and not even knowing who my sperm donor was, wasn’t exactly the easiest, but I made do. How the fuck I managed to get any school work done in the crack den we lived in was a bloody miracle. Not to mention the fact that everytime my mum went out to ‘work’, her disgusting excuse of a pimp, Martin, would try to get into my room. Having to do my homework with a chest of drawers and two deadbolts locking my door, not to mention the constant banging and drunken slurs he would shout as he tried to get in, proved to be very distracting.
One night, I was late home from school and Mum had already gone out. Usually, I liked to be locked up in my room before she left. She typically liked to service him in the hope it would keep him happy until she returned home. That's how much of an idiot my mother really was. She knew that her disgusting excuse for a boyfriend was trying to fuck her sixteen-year-old daughter and hoped that by blowing him before she went off whoring, it would be enough to sate him. She was wrong.
From the minute I got home and realised she was gone, I knew that I was in trouble. Martin, the pervert, took one look at me in my school uniform and was practically drooling. Ripples of fear and disgust shot down my back as I contemplated how I was going to get past him and up to my room. I was already in the living room when I realised she was gone and before I knew it, the front door was locked and he had me trapped. I mentally scolded myself for my stupidity. I spent my entire fucking life watching my back and making sure I was never trapped anywhere, now I am screwed. I throw my bag on the floor and screw my face up in disgust.
“Get out of my way, dickhead. I want to go to my room,” I spat at Martin. He wobbled and struggled to stand properly, clearly having had one too many drinks already. Although he appeared drunk, I knew he was still dangerous. This was practically his normal state.
“That’s no way to speak to your Daddy, now is it?” he drawled, spittle flying out as he struggled to pronounce his words. The way he says the word ‘Daddy’ causes bile to rise up my throat as my stomach turns with nausea.
“Fuck off, you disgusting pig.” His laugh rings out around me and he continues stumbling forward. With each step he takes, I retreat further back until I am pressed up against the living room wall. As he encroaches into my space, my breathing becomes erratic to the point I see little spots in the corners of my vision. No matter how brave I try to be, it is very obvious that this isn’t going to end well for me. The way he presses his hips against mine and strokes his finger down my face causes me to shake. His breath smells rancid and doesn’t help with my nausea. In fact, I have to breathe through my nose just to stop myself from vomiting everywhere. I must confess that for a good few seconds, I do consider it a valuable option, until he presses against me further and all coherent thought leaves my brain.
“Oh, Piper. I intend to find out how much better you are than your mother. I have more than had my fill of her, now it’s your turn.”
His words twist in my brain and I hate every fiber of my mothers disgusting being for bringing this pathetic excuse for a man into my life. How can she put her only daughter in this situation? We all knew this was going to happen eventually. I guess I should be grateful that he at least waited until I was sixteen before he took it as far as I know tonight will go. Although, right now, that doesn’t seem like mercy at all. Instead, all I am thinking is that I should have fucked one of the pretty boys at school. Losing my virginity to one of those vapid arseholes would have been so much better than this.
The rest of the evening changed my life immeasurably and when I eventually dragged myself to the hospital covered in cuts and bruises, I vow never to return to that house. I don’t tell them how I got my injuries, but the kind nurse who sutures my wounds and holds me as I cry for the only time, she knows the truth. She tries to get me to talk to the police, to have tests done, but I refuse. I never want anything to do with Martin or my mother ever again. I vowed that one day, I would get revenge for this pain, but now was not the right time.
The nurse helped get me into a hostel, to keep me safe and away from harm. She called the only adult I have ever trusted, Mrs. Ludley, and she helped me get my life together. I got a new surname, finished school, and decided on a career path, but what really saved me was finding a way to take the power back. To own my sexuality and gain pleasure from providing for my family in a way that I never had.
I feel a delicate dip in the bottom of the bed and it brings me out of my morose thoughts. Ollie could obviously sense that my mind was somewhere else because he is perched on the edge of the bed, careful not to touch me without my permission. He has learnt the very spe
cific needs that I have when it comes to allowing someone else access to my body. If I am in control, then that’s fine, but Ollie has this incredible ability to make me want to give him the world, and that includes me. So, over time, I have learnt to give him small bits of my body and he’s learnt what he needs to do to be able to take them. It’s not easy for someone who, at the tender age of sixteen, had her virginity stolen from her by her mother’s disgusting excuse for a boyfriend and pimp at the time. I left and never looked back that day, but he took a piece of me that I should have been in charge of giving away. It was my gift to give and he stole it. I vowed that no man would ever take anything from me sexually, or otherwise. Ollie doesn’t know why I behave the way I do in bed. All he knows is that if he wants to do anything to me that requires me giving up control, he needs my consent first. I never thought I would ever get to the stage where I was capable of trusting another person, particularly a man, and I’m not sure I will ever fully trust Ollie. It’s too programmed into me not to, but there’s a part of me that he has access to that nobody else ever has. I may not have been able to give my virginity, but I did gift Ollie access to my body and for me, that was a huge step.
It’s not difficult to see why my body calls to Ollie’s. When I look up from my position in the middle of the bed, my legs spread wide, my most delicate parts on display, I see Ollie sitting on the bottom of the bed, looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. But he isn’t looking at my perfectly designed body, surgically enhanced tits, or blonde hair. He is looking into my eyes and it makes me feel more naked than I am, like he sees the real me. A side of me I’m not even sure I have ever seen, if she exists at all. In his eyes, she does.
He waits, just looking, but the blazing heat in his beautiful blue eyes is asking for permission. Just over Ollie’s shoulder, I see Chance looking at us, or trying to. I’m not sure he can see through all the sweat and tears that are running down his face. He still screams, but his voice has become hoarse now. I can hear the moment that my babies make their way into a new section, through a new layer because the screams that fill the air are deafening. The sound of them scurrying around and gnawing on his flesh is audible, even from over here. It will take them a long time to have their fill and that’s fine with me. I love letting them explore and indulge, getting their own way. While they’re having fun, it gives me the time to let loose and enjoy myself. Chance’s screams and sobs will fill the air for a long time. Depending on how strong he is, will tell me how long it will be before he passes out. Hopefully, it takes him a while; I like to hear his pain as I indulge in the pleasure.
Ten
Piper
Ollie can tell the moment I really start to get excited and let Chance’s pain wash over my body because I smile. This is the invitation he needs to move closer to my body. He crawls up the bed, and is on his hands and knees between my legs, so close but not quite touching. His fiery gaze searches my face and he tentatively raises his hand towards my face. I don’t say anything, this is my test. He holds my gaze, showing me with the fire in his eyes and the flush in his cheeks how badly he wants me, yet his hand never makes contact. He holds it so close to my cheek, I can almost feel the warmth from it, but he never closes the final distance. He’s waiting for me to give him permission. He knows I’m testing him, seeing how long he will hold on, even though he’s clearly desperately aroused. Yet he never takes it from me, he always waits for me to give it to him. Sometimes, I think maybe he is testing me, making me so needy for him, I have no choice but to close the gap. Either way, we both get what we want and I feel the warmth of his palm connect with the soft skin of my face. The electricity that passes from his fingers to me is almost enough to make me recoil again, but I don’t. Instead, I embrace the fact that this man has the ability to generate feelings and sensations in my body that nobody has been able to produce, not even myself while I’m alone.
Ollie palms my cheek, stroking along my skin gently, before moving it around to the back of my neck and threading his fingers through my hair at the same time. He lightly grips my hair, almost like I’m made of porcelain and he’s scared I might break. I feel a slight bite of pain as he delicately tugs on my hair to pull me closer to him. Tension in his muscles and the way he’s grinding his teeth tells me that Ollie wants to be rougher. He wants to pull my hair and drag me to him, closing the gap instantly. But he doesn’t, he’s always tender around me, the way I’ve taught him to be. Except right now, feeling the delicious bite from just that little tug on my hair and the sexy possessive look on Ollie's face, I’m tempted to give over control and let him take me with the passion he has for me. Fuck, I need to put that thought out of my mind right now. I can’t ever give a man power. Especially not Ollie, he already has more than I ever intended.
I allow Ollie to pull my head toward him and the gap between us is almost closed now. I can feel Ollie’s breathing coming in short pants as his warm breath hits my face. I’m shocked to see I’m panting like a desperate whore in the exact same way. Ever since the electric shock that occurred when we touched, my skin has tingled, my core is clenching with delight, and no doubt, my pussy is soaking. I need to feel Ollie’s flesh against me. Instead of giving him permission, I take what I want and press my lips against his. It starts off as a tender kiss as he lets me press against his delicate lips and take charge. I lick my tongue across his lower lip and he opens on instinct. The moment our tongues touch, we both lose control and we fight to get as close to one another as we possibly can. I wrap my arms around Ollie’s neck, grabbing at his hair and pulling him towards me. The grip he has on my hair turns into a tight fist, just like I wanted and he tugs to get me to let him take control. I moan loudly and he takes advantage by nibbling on my lower lip, which causes me to gasp with pleasure. Ollie wraps his other arm around my body, gently trailing his fingers up and down my back, causing tingles. He kisses me with a feverish passion and his tongue wars with mine. He nips and bites at my lips until they’re beautifully swollen and I’m panting when we finally break apart, both of us gasping for the air we had forgotten we needed whilst we were so consumed with each other.
“Clothes off, now,” I instruct Ollie and the seductive, cocky grin tells me he’s more than happy to comply. He crawls off the bed and stands at the end whilst he slowly starts to remove his t-shirt, exposing the hard planes that sit below. Ollie has a very well earned six pack that has been honed through his running and swimming hobbies. As he’s removing his t-shirt in that typical sexy man way, I allow my fingers to once again return to my folds as I take in the scene before me. Ollie throws his top to the side, causing his lean muscles to ripple and become taut as he stands before me. At my request, he removed all the hair on his chest, allowing me a clearer view of his defined pecs and abs. Although my gaze does get temporarily distracted by his perfectly defined torso, once I catch sight of the curve of his hip bones and the clearly defined V, leading to his low slung jeans, I feel a gush around my fingers and moan. He has kept a little happy trail of hair, neatly leading down to his cock and I can feel my mouth and my pussy both dripping at the thought of it being exposed.
Ollie is taking his sweet time, playing with the button on his jeans and slowly pulling his zipper down, but not quite all the way. I know he’s toying with me and so I decide to return the favour. Giving him a sweet smile, I stopped lazily trailing my finger up and down my slit, instead I planned to press hard on my clit to give him a response. But just as I am about to do that a loud, high pitched scream comes from behind Ollie. Chance is screaming about how much pain he is in and begging me to stop it. The sound of Chance’s pain, the joyful squeeks of my babies as they play with their food and the sight of Ollie, looking like a God, about to remove his trousers for me is all too much. The sensations and pleasure overwhelm my body and with a cry of pleasure I plunge my finger into my soaking pussy.
My walls are wet and sensitive, the slightest bit of stimulation has me moaning in pleasure. I open my eyes and se
e that both Ollie and Chance are staring at me. They both have lust in their eyes. Chance’s may be faint as his face is becoming paler and the fear and pain he feels is an overwhelming force, but for a fraction of a second, I see the fire in his eyes as he watches my finger disappear into my pussy. Ollie, on the other hand, completely embraces the feeling and I watch as he cups his cock through his jeans, squeezing slightly. No doubt he’s trying to help with the pressure he must be feeling as it strains to get free.
“Fuck, Ollie. Trousers off, now. Come and taste me,” I instruct and he no longer has a desire to tease me. He removes his trousers in record time, standing before me in just his black tented boxer shorts. The small patch of pre-cum on the fabric has me salivating, desperate to taste him in the same way he is me. He follows my gaze and watches as I slowly push my finger in and out of my pussy whilst staring at the outline of his large dick. I bite down on my lip, but it’s impossible to stop the moan of pleasure from escaping.
He pulls his boxers off and his cock bobs free, standing hard and tall. The smooth shaft looks like it was made to fit into my palm and the swollen head on the end of the big dick looks purple and angry. Like it’s desperate to connect with flesh and weeping pre-cum. Ollie’s cock is definitely on the bigger side of average and right now, it looks as though it is pointing at exactly where it wants to be, but I gave Ollie an instruction and he never lets me down.