by Piper Stone
She gagged only once more before using her strong jaw muscles to clench tightly. The feel of the heat and wetness was overpowering, throwing me into a moment of fog, unable to focus.
I planted both hands on the sides of her head, plunging in harder and faster. Every muscle strained, every tendon stiffening. I wanted to release my cum into her sweet mouth, requiring her to take every drop licking me clean. I craved more though.
I allowed the joyous act to continue for only a few seconds longer before pushing her away, savagely thrusting her onto the bed. I advanced like a true carnivore, tossing her onto all fours.
She gasped, clawing the bedding then screaming as I plunged my cock all the way inside her pussy. “Oh. God!”
My entire body was shaking from the extreme adrenaline rush. I gripped her hips, holding her in place as I fucked her, driving in and out in wild and savage motions. Her pussy was so wet, her muscles expanding for me without reservation, pulsing around my aching shaft. I could barely think straight, the true beast clawing at the surface. I pumped in rapid motions, skin slapping against skin, the sounds glorious.
She wiggled and moaned, the force pitching her body forward. Pushing hard, she tried to meet every hard thrust with one of her own, squeezing her pussy muscles over and over again.
Whether she was submitting or just accepting didn’t matter. She belonged to me. She was my prize. I was the alpha.
I was the monster.
All I could think about was fucking her, filling her with my seed. I wanted her covered in my scent, reeking of my pheromones, enough to last during the years where I’d be forced to leave her alone. My muscles twisted, aching from the increasing power. She was breathing life into a monster, providing the only gift that mattered.
“Uh, yes. Uh. Uh. Uh.” Her scattered whispers and moans brought me back to reality. I was taking everything I wanted.
Yet I craved more.
My breathing continued to be labored as I held back my orgasm, pulling out completely and sliding the tip up and down the crack of her ass. “Now, I fuck that tight little ass of yours.”
“God. I...” Her words trailed off as I gripped her hair, yanking her back into a deep arch.
I wiggled my cockhead until I found her dark hole. Everything about this moment was exactly as it should be. My roar reverberated into the room as I shoved my cock past her tight ring of muscle. Another round of electricity flooded me, filling my mind with all the vile and delicious things I would do to her. I smacked her ass twice as I plunged deep inside, my cock throbbing as her muscles tensed then surrounded the thickness.
She moaned, keeping her eyes closed as I pumped into her, every sound more like a primal purr. Her breasts jiggled as I fucked her, and my mouth watered to suck and bite down on her tender tissue. My balls swelled, filling with seed and for the next few seconds, I was able to concentrate on the aroma of her sex.
A sudden vision was jarring, filling me with blinding rage.
Our enemies were increasing, armies building in an effort to tear us apart. They would stop at nothing to find her.
As I released, erupting deep inside, I knew the battle had just begun.
Chapter Four
Sadie
“There she is!”
“We’ve found her.”
“Somebody call for an ambulance. She’s alive.”
The voices skittered into my mind, forcing me to open my eyes. I moaned when I tried to focus on what I was seeing, even the filtered light blinding.
“Oh, God. Sadie. My baby girl.”
My father’s voice? A whimper slipped past my lips. They’d found me. No. No! I managed to roll over, clawing at the surface in front of me, trying desperately to get away. I had no energy, the exhaustion that had settled into my body completely debilitating. As I heard footsteps approaching, running toward me, I was able to rise to my knees, crawling forward.
I was still in the forest, every inch of my body aching. Dirt had turned into mud, the area damp and drips of what had to be rain floating down from above. I glanced up, dizzy from the simple action.
Then they were there, surrounding me.
“Jesus. What in the hell happened to you?”
My father’s face loomed from a few feet away, several others peering down at me with concern and even disappointment. He reached out, recoiling the second he touched my arm.
“Talk to me, daughter. What happened to you?” he demanded, and for a few seconds, I was driven back into another time and place.
You belong to me, Sadie, and always will. You will be safe here. They will never hurt you again.
“No. No!” Screaming, I tumbled forward in an effort to get away, struggling and flailing as hands reached for me, trying to keep me from getting away from them. I couldn’t be caught. I wouldn’t do this.
“Sshh... It’s all right.” Sheriff Sandler’s face held a bright smile, relief flooding his eyes. He tossed something over me, the cloth scraping against my skin. “We need to get you warm.”
I lashed out, my fingers catching his face. That’s when I realized that I was naked and covered in dirt and filth, my hair hanging in strings. “No!”
“She’s in shock. We need to get her to the hospital,” the sheriff instructed.
“No. Please, I...” I had no words to say, no understanding of what had happened to me.
“Praise be to God that my baby girl was found.” My father stood, swinging out his arms as he stared up at the heavens.
I hunkered down, gripping the ends of the blanket as I looked around. There were at least twenty people surrounding me, watching the wretched moments as the prominent minister’s daughter was recovered. But from what? My head ached, the pain causing a wave of nausea as I tried to remember everything.
“Can you tell me what happened to you?” Sheriff Sandler’s voice was kind and soft. While he didn’t touch me, he crouched closer, trying to lock eyes with mine.
“I don’t... know.” The words were barely audible, my throat so scratchy.
“Tell him, Sadie!” my father demanded.
“James. Would you just shut up right now? My God, the girl’s been gone for a week. Look at her. She’s been through a terrible ordeal. Just give her some space.”
A week? No. There was no way. I’d just been in the church and the... I remembered very clearly what my father had wanted to do to me. Snapping my head in his direction, I hissed, “You! You did this to me. Get away from me! I hate you.” The words were laced with utter hatred, vengeance in my heart.
The sheriff lifted his eyebrows as he shot a look in my father’s direction. “James. Do we need to talk?”
“She’s just delirious.” My father couldn’t seem to look me in the eye.
Was he disgusted by me? Embarrassed that his precious daughter had been found naked in the woods like a common tramp? A sense of foreboding trickled into my system. He was the enemy. He was a monster. Couldn’t the sheriff tell he was nothing more than a cult leader, a dangerous man? I wanted to shout out the words, to make certain everyone knew what a ruthless crook my father was. Instead, I was silent.
Another flash entered my mind, a series of images that I couldn’t make sense of. A face. A gorgeous face with imploring eyes. I shoved away the vision, terrified that whatever I’d experienced would alter my life forever. “Where’s my mother?” The look shared between the sheriff and my father was terrifying, as if the officer of the law believed him.
“Let’s get you to the hospital to be checked out. The ambulance will be here shortly. Frank, I need some damn water over here!” he barked, shouting to one of his deputies before turning his attention back to me. “Look, honey, we have plenty of time to talk later. Okay?” Sheriff Sandler helped me to my feet, guiding me toward the back of a pickup truck.
“Where is she? Where is my mother?” The frog in my throat remained.
“She’s not doing very well. The whole town has been in a state of shock since you disappeared. She’s resting. Okay?”
“What happened?” I asked as visions floated in front of my eyes. His dark eyes. His long and silky hair. His muscular body. His... cock. I shuddered, jerking the blanket even tighter around me as I stared down at my bare feet. They were scratched, bleeding as if I’d walked several miles. Nothing made any sense.
“I was told you ran off from the service last week. There was a terrible storm. My guess is that you became disoriented. You know the woods go on for miles.” As the sheriff eased me down onto the tailgate, he shoved a bottle of water into my hand.
I finally looked him in the eyes. Thank God he at least had a disbelieving look in them. “I couldn’t have been lost. I know these woods.” Every word I said seemed stilted.
“Well, did you go somewhere with a friend maybe? I mean, you’re a young woman and you have friends. Maybe you just lost track of time.”
“My daughter wouldn’t do that! You need to find the monster who hurt her.”
I glared at my father, unable to put any coherent words together. As if he really cared. My heart was heavy, my mind completely foggy. There was no making sense of the images floating in my mind and what had actually occurred. Where were my clothes? A solid week? “I don’t feel very good.”
“I’m certain you don’t,” the sheriff said under his breath. “All right, folks. The show is over. Thank you for all your help this week searching for her. We’ll take it from here.”
I could hear disdain in the lawman’s voice. He didn’t much like my father, or the religious cult platform in general. He’d even sparred with my father on several occasions. Maybe the entire town was coming to their senses.
I was so nauseous, my heart racing. I closed my eyes, trying to keep the terror from yanking me over the edge of sanity.
I’ll return for you soon enough, my sweet Sadie, when the time is right.
I jerked my head toward the trees, scanning the perimeter. “Did you hear that?”
Sheriff Sandler followed my gaze. “Hear what, sweetie?”
“A man. Tall and dark. He was here. He has to be here. Find him!”
He looked again, shaking his head. “There’s nobody that fits that description. We’ve been all through those woods. You just need your rest.”
I heard the shrill sounds of the sirens as the ambulance approached and finally, tears formed in my eyes. I was mad. Maybe I was possessed after all.
“I told you that the devil was here. I told you!” my father railed once again to the heavens.
“You’re upsetting her, James. For God’s sake, cut the crap until later when I can get a full statement from her. Leave it alone,” the sheriff muttered under his breath, easing me into a standing position as the ambulance pulled up, the EMTs jumping out within seconds. “We’ll figure out what happened to you. I promise, girl. Just go and rest. I need to take a look around where you were found. Do you remember anything that might be of help?”
“Just that I ran into the woods and thought I saw a light. I...” I hesitated as portions of the night flashed into my mind. “A car. There was a man in a car on the road. Yes. He was dark and so kind. Then he...” As soon as the memory rushed into my mind, it was gone.
“Okay. Then maybe that person knows what happened, honey. You’re talking about Ruffin Road about a mile from the church?”
“I... think so.”
Sheriff Sandler patted my arm as the EMTs insisted that I lie down on the gurney. “Just rest and we’ll talk more later.”
I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open.
“I’ll be right there at the hospital, honey,” my father said as he hovered over me. “We’ll make certain you’re clean.”
Clean. The word hung in my mind, forcing another round of shivers. Why did he even bother looking for me? He obviously didn’t care. I was sickened by the look of humiliation on his face.
I took several deep breaths, trying to calm my nerves. I had to remember.
The second the doors were closed, I could see his face, the mystery man who’d been my... I realized I’d thought of him as my hero, but he wasn’t. He was a terrible man who... Another vision swept into my mind, this one creating wetness between my legs.
“Come here, Sadie.”
His command was not to be denied. I inched closer until I stood only two feet away. “Yes, sir.”
Reaching out, he fingered my hair, brushing a strand from my face. “You look positively radiant.”
The dress was shocking red in color, hugging every curve. He’d allowed me out of my prison several times to enjoy food and wine, a warm fire, and the most incredible moments of passion. “Thank you, sir.”
But he was still my captor. At some point, he would grow bored with me, finding someone else to entice his pleasure. “You’re been a very good girl and deserve some attention tonight. I told you that if you obeyed, you would have everything you desire, including ecstasy, but make no mistake, Sadie. If you cross me, your punishment will be severe.” He polished off his drink, easing the glass on the mantel. The gleam in his eye was different, the same prowess but with more intensity.
“Yes, sir.” No man had ever hungered for me like my dark prince. While I still didn’t know his name, at this point, it didn’t matter.
I belonged to him.
As he slipped his hand between my legs, fingering my bare pussy, I shuddered to my very core. He’d already taken everything from me, stripping me of all humanity. As he thrust his fingers inside, flexing them open, I cried out, swaying back and forth. He was brutal and rough, making good on his promise to fuck every hole. My pussy ached, throbbing and longing for his hard cock to fill me.
Fuck me.
“Nice and wet, Sadie. Just the way I prefer.” His hot breath cascaded across my cheek as he fisted my hair, staring into my eyes. “Now, I fuck you in the ass.”
As I was pushed onto the rug, my legs spread wide open, I clenched the soft pelt, no longer fighting. I simply accepted what he wanted.
What he required.
I was his property, a woman who would abide by his requirements, fulfilling his every need. A warm flush crept up my cheeks as he smacked me on the ass, moving from one side to the other in rapid succession. The punishment was meant as a reminder only.
Obey.
Succumb.
Submit.
There was no other choice for God help me if I disobeyed.
The spanking continued, his hand slapping against me in a savage manner. I took several deep breaths, wincing from the pain then fell into a sublime state the moment he thrust his wet fingers all the way inside my asshole.
“Oh. Oh...” I was pulled into the round of shame, knowing that he could take me at any time.
Just like property.
That he could fuck me in any manner.
Just like a prisoner.
That he could transform me into anything he wanted.
Just like the woman he owned.
I heard his almost angry chuckle seconds before he shoved his cock into my ass, filling me so completely. I cried out, my legs shaking as he pumped into me, driving in long and hard strokes. He was so massive in size, his shaft throbbing as he fucked me, emitting guttural sounds as he pumped like a crazed wild animal.
With every brutal thrust, my muscles clamped around the thickness, pulling him in even deeper. The moment of bliss was intense, pulling me into his darkness. As I heard him speaking, the words in a dialect I’d never heard spoken before, I shivered to my very core.
The man was the truest form of evil.
* * *
“What do you mean there’s no one living at the house?” I could see the disbelief in Sheriff Sandler’s eyes, the same emotion that I’d gotten from almost everyone in town, including my parents. Even my sweet mother hadn’t believed me.
“Sadie, I checked it out. The old Mitchem place has been abandoned for years. Sure, there’s evidence of some squatters and kids, but the place is definitely not a beautiful house.” The sheriff had a notebook in his hand, but he cer
tainly wasn’t bothering to write any notes.
I’d been labeled a kook, a kid who’d gone off on a drunken binge with her friends. The medical tests couldn’t confirm that I’d been violated in any manner, the bumps and bruises likely occurring from simply being lost.
Or completely out of my mind.
The nightmares haunted me, remaining like the claws of a beast furrowing at my brain every day, but the details were fading. I could no longer see my abductor’s face, could barely describe him at all. I’d been forced to go over the same details several times. Now I could barely remember the event at all.
Rubbing my eyes, I walked toward the kitchen window, staring out at the backyard. “That can’t be true. I was there. There’s this huge fireplace inside and the mantel is just beautiful, very ornate. The kitchen is gleaming with stainless steel. And there’s this basement that...” Suddenly everything about the house was foggy.
Except for the basement.
Where I’d been locked away, kept chained to a bed.
Shuddering, I rubbed my arms, trying to keep from hyperventilating.
“There is a basement but other than a couple of old appliances, there’s nothing there,” the sheriff added. Even his voice held a tone of sadness as well as disbelief.
Don’t worry, Sheriff. I’m starting to doubt my story as well.
Except for the sensations that wrapped around my body every night, as if his fingertips were still caressing, sliding across my neck, brushing over my nipples. And every morning I was wet, my pussy aching and juice slickening my thighs. I clenched my legs together, biting my lip. I could almost swear he was whispering into my ear, words of wanton lust.
And total domination.
“Do you remember anything else that could help us find out what really happened to you?”
I clenched my fingers around the edge of the counter, wanting to snap at him, screaming that everything I’d already told him had been the truth. Tears formed, burning my eyes, the lump in my throat another reminder of my internal agony. No one cared.
“No, Sheriff. There’s nothing else that I remember that can help you.” I slowly turned my head. Even though he held his gaze for a few seconds, he quickly looked away. I was nothing more than tarnished goods.
