“Thank you.” He beamed at her and went to get his trolley.
Sophie took the apricots and made her way to the next item on her list. If only she could just go home. She wiped the tears that wouldn’t stop pouring from her eyes with the back of her hand, because she knew, with a savage certainty, that she had no home.
*****
The shopping trip had taken far long than it should have because she’d found it horrendous, so Sophie wasn’t surprised to see Howie’s car in the driveway. She wondered if he would be angry. He expected dinner to be ready by the time he got home, what would he say? What would he do? She was afraid, genuinely afraid.
Sophie grabbed some of the shopping and went to the door, it was open, so she pushed it with her foot and spun inside. The sounds froze her to the spot. A shuddering moan and the sound of the bed creaking, it was so loud it sounded like it would come through the ceiling.
“Uggghhhhhhh yesssssss!” the strangled cry was disturbingly familiar, as Sophie staggered up the hallway to the stairs she came across a rucksack and a coat. They were part of a school uniform, one that she’d washed and ironed for years, and seeing it there made her blood run cold. “Ohhhhh!!! Yess! Fuckkkkk!”
The voice was so high and shrill she couldn’t be certain, but coupled with the fear and horror, it made her almost positive that she knew who it was in Howie’s bed. She grabbed the bannisters to steady herself and pushed through the nausea to reach the first floor. The headboard was slamming against the wall and her lover’s urgent breathing was audible between the feverish cries of the young woman, the girl, he was fucking.
“Nhhhgggggghhhh!”
As she reeled drunkenly into the doorway of the master bedroom, she saw Howie straining hard, covering the young girl, her face was concealed by his shoulders. He thrust down hard and the object of his lust squealed with delight. It couldn’t be, he wouldn’t. If he had, she would kill him, she knew she would.
“You dirty little slag, take this!” Howie pushed her legs up and drove himself into her with a savage thrust. It produced a pained wheezing sound that filled Sophie with despair. Her legs started to move and she stumbled into the room. It didn’t stop the lovers, who were unaware of her presence at first, then she came into their line of vision and they stopped, the legs of the girl tied around Howie’s waist.
Sophie teetered dizzily and her hand went to her mouth. She could see the girl’s face, and the reality of the scene nearly drove her insane. It felt like a nightmare but she knew it wasn’t, it was happening. On the bed, spread open and being used like a cheap whore, was Brenda, Carys’ best friend.
Sophie’s relief that it wasn’t her daughter was laced with disgust at what she was seeing. She staggered again and went to her knees, her eyes streamed and she felt her gorge rise.
“Take a seat Sophia, we’ll be finished soon. Unless you want to join? What do you say Brenda? Fancy a third wheel?” he wiped his sweat slicked hair from his brow and smirked at the young woman writhing beneath him.
“Mmmmm I don’t mind…ah….” Brenda grunted as Howie thrust into her, making her big breasts bounce, “I…ooooohhhh…I’ve always had a thing for you Mrs. Cope.” Sophie gagged again as she took in the contempt on the face of her daughter’s best friend.
She tried to stand up, but she had no strength.
“I don’t think she’s interested,” he gave another vicious drive of his hips and Brenda whined and kicked her heels into Howie’s ass, “that’s…uh…a shame. I’d love…uh…to see you together!” With that he lifted Brenda’s legs and started to fuck her with long merciless strokes. The sounds of wetness, of coupling, the way that the lovers watched Sophie rather than one another just made her stomach churn more.
“Sit in that chair…Sophia…ughhhh…”
She found herself doing as he asked, despite the need to get away, to escape.
Howie suddenly slid off Brenda, and stood at the foot of the bed wiping the sweat from his eyes. His cock looked bigger somehow, thicker and longer. It bobbed as he moved and Brenda giggled, lying spread eagled, her hands tangled in her curly brown hair.
“On your hands and knees, you dirty little slut.” Brenda jumped to oblige and as she wriggled her ass to entice Howie to take her again, she stared at Sophie, licking her lips and smirking. “Like what you’re seeing you Sophia? Enjoying this?” Howie asked, running his cock all around the girl’s ass and pussy.
Sophie couldn’t speak, she felt as if she was drowning, as if the invisibility she’d been experiencing was almost complete, like she wasn’t real anymore. She moaned quietly to herself as Howie mounted Brenda, gasping as he drove his big prick into her, grabbing a handful of her ass, then slapping it hard.
He hammered his cock into her so viciously that he lifted her knees from the bed. The squealing reached a crescendo and Brenda began to shake with her release. She threw her head around, unable now to do anything but give in to the pounding she was receiving. If it hadn’t been such a sick display, it would have been a turn on.
“That’s it, that’s it, that’s it…take it, take it allllllllll!” Howie drove into her one last time, pushing her head into the pillows. He roared and pushed Brenda flat. Even though he was cumming, he started to pound her again, and the girl rolled her head around to face Sophie and her mouth uttered silent screams while her eyes rolled back into her head.
He pulled out of the young girl’s sloppy, used cunt, and wiped himself on her ass.
“Sophie come here,” he said softly, with an underlying threat, “come over here now.” She shook her head, brushing the tears from her cheeks.
“No,” she whimpered, “no…” before he could move towards her, she managed to get shakily to her feet and run blindly from the room. She made it to the bathroom, scrabbled the lock in place and slid with her back against it to the floor. If she could have willed herself dead in that moment, she would have.
Chapter 20: Different roads
This was her life now. Alone. Cold. Separated. And it wasn’t just separation from Kael, although that was still so raw, it was the sense of separation from herself. She was lost and the drinking only numbed things for a while, eventually she had to surface and the pain was soul destroying. Sophie crawled downstairs and summoned enough energy to eat some cereal and make herself a black cup of coffee.
She was sore all over. Howie now used her for sex and housework and ignored her for the rest of the time. When she’d eventually come out of the bathroom the night that he’d fucked Brenda, Howie had been so angry that it had terrified her.
He’d grabbed her by the hair and dragged her into the bedroom, as a small mercy Brenda had gone, but it didn’t stop him from punishing her. He’d forced her to kneel in front of the French windows and fucked her throat for anyone to see on the street below, as he’d done at her former home, but with genuine cruelty this time. He’d slapped her face with his big prick and almost choked her. Then he’d pulled her up by the hair and pressed her flat to the windows, tits squashed against the cold glass and fucked her in the ass until she’d squealed and begged for mercy.
Eventually, he’d cum and he’d left her sprawled on the bed. But once he’d had a drink and shower he’d been back for more and it had gone on for hours. Howie had used her like a cum dump, his stamina only matched by his malice. In the small hours, just before dawn he’d unloaded in her one last time, leaving her lying in a pool of sweat and seed.
Throughout the course of it, he’d not uttered a single word. Somehow that had made it all worse, all Sophie experienced was his cold fury. After he’d left, when she could finally move, she’d rolled into a tight ball and cried herself into a troubled and nightmare-filled sleep.
She shivered as she recalled that night. Since then he’d fucked her every night in the same cold and demeaning way, although Sophie was only thankful that no-one else had been included. She dreaded the next dogging session, or the next terrible surprise, and she knew that it was only a matter of time before s
he had to face one or the other, or both.
*****
Things were going surprisingly well. The banter between Mandy and Carys was sharp but not unfriendly, while Finn seemed to really like her. He had summoned up the courage to ask her on a family picnic after Carys had been asking questions about her.
He watched as Finn led Mandy away to show her his secret fish watching spot. They weren’t far from Kaelan’s bridge and it brought a wistful smile to his face.
“She’s nice Dad.”
Kaelan looked at his daughter, “Yes she is.” He resisted saying more, he didn’t want to jinx anything. There was a question underlying her statement but he wanted her to articulate it. It wasn’t the right time to push anything. Besides, he didn’t know what he would be pushing exactly.
“Is it serious? Are you, like, going out together?” her expression was surprisingly serene.
“No, not really. We’re just friends right now, I don’t know how it might end up. How would it make you feel? If we were to…um…get together?”
She looked away, tucking her long hair behind her ear. He waited patiently. “I don’t know,” she said quietly, “I really miss Mum. I know what she did was wrong, but I miss her. Will we ever see her again?” It nearly broke his heart to hear the waver in her voice.
“Of course you will, we just need to sort things out. I don’t want you around Howard. He’s…”
“A sleaze?”
“Exactly.”
She bit into an apple and munched it for a while. “I can’t imagine life with someone else,” they heard Finn cackling from the river bank, and grinned at each other, “it just wouldn’t feel right. Mum’s place is with us. I want her to come home.”
It was what he expected but it was still sobering. “What if that isn’t possible Care?”
“It has to be, it just has to be.”’
They didn’t say anything else. Kaelan felt a wave of bitter hopelessness wash over him, he couldn’t see a future where Sophie was with them. She wasn’t even someone he recognized anymore, though he ached for their old life every bit as much as Carys did.
*****
It had taken her most of the day to start thinking clearly, but Sophie was suddenly capable of rational thought. She ran around the master bedroom throwing as much of her stuff into her suitcase as she could manage. She needed to be quick, Howie would be back in less than an hour and she wanted to be well away before he arrived.
The things he’d told her in the aftermath of the night he’d fucked Brenda gave her the final push. He’d seen the girl when she’d been over at her house once, when he was still playing at being ‘Uncle Howie’, and the affair had started shortly afterwards. The idea that Brenda had come with them on the day out with Carys, and acted as if nothing was going on, astonished her.
But there was more, much more, and its extent was way beyond dreadful. He’d told her about the way he’d pushed Brenda to flirt with Kaelan, he’d relayed how close her husband had come to seducing her. The pain of that was beyond anything she’d ever felt. She knew she had no right to judge Kael, but it still twisted her insides into tight little acidic knots.
Just when she’d thought he couldn’t shock her any further, he’d told her about his designs on Carys. He’d been working on her daughter, but Sophie had surrendered to him too quickly, what a wanton slut she was. A few more months, he’d smirked, and he would have fucked her daughter too. She’d wanted to stab him, annihilate the blight that had tainted her life. It had taken all her reserves to resist it, but she’d summoned that rage and made the decision to get out while she still could.
She’d bitten the bullet and finally phoned her Mum. The sound of relief at hearing from her estranged daughter had been a salve to Sophie’s wounded soul, she’d assured her that she’d sent hundreds of texts and had been ringing daily since their argument. She’d checked her phone then, and found that all her contacts had been blocked and some of them had been deleted altogether. Howie had been manipulating her throughout, isolating her, controlling every aspect of her life, and not just hers.
When she’d gotten over the renewed surge of anger, which was amplified by her Mum, she’d asked if she could come and stay with her. The moment she’d agreed, Sophie had hung up and started packing.
Nearly done.
She looked like hell but she didn’t care, her only priority was to get out, once she was away from him she would try to work out her next move. Her first objective was to have access to her kids. They were everything. All thoughts of resuming contact with Kaelan had to be curbed, they were too raw right now.
She hauled the case down the stairs, banging her shin on the bannister. The pain was enough to bring her up short, but she tried to ride it out.
“Honey we’re home!” The door slammed and Sophie heard a familiar giggle.
Howie and Brenda appeared at the bottom of the stairs arm-in-arm.
“Now where do you think you’re going Sophia? I have a little party planned for you tonight.” His full lips twisted into a sneer and he slapped Brenda’s ass hard, “get yourself up to the bedroom ladies and get comfortable, I’ll be right with you.”
Sophie flinched as Brenda brushed past her, deliberately allowing her tits to settle against Sophie’s left arm for just a moment. The girl’s school uniform made her stomach churn. She wouldn’t be involved in something so depraved, Howie had used her for the last time.
She steeled herself as Brenda skipped up the stairs tittering with every step, and began to drag the case again, trying to ignore Howie’s glowering presence.
“Where. The. Fuck. Do. You. Think. You’re going?!! Get your slutty whore ass up to that room, or so help me I’ll slap you into next week!” he moved into her way and Sophie prepared to force her way through, but he grabbed her by the chin and shook her so hard that she bounced against the wall, dropping the case handle. It rolled down behind her legs raking the skin.
“Let…me…go!” Sophie shrieked, spittle spraying over the wall. Howie backed her against it, holding her under the jaw and almost lifting her off the floor. She wrenched at his wrists, flailed at his chest, but he held her easily, squeezing her throat until she choked, until she nearly blacked out.
When all the fight had gone from her, he lifted her like a sack and carried her up to the bedroom. Brenda was already naked, lying on the bed, her legs open at the knees, her fingers strumming her clit. Her pussy was dribbling onto the sheets and she was whimpering to herself, her eyes half closed and her tongue circling her lips.
Sophie saw it all through a haze, but that didn’t nullify the nausea.
“That’s a good girl get it all warmed up for us. Pinch it, rub it, get it all slick and wet.” Howie’s voice was as slippery as Brenda’s pussy.
He dumped Sophie on the bed beside the girl and although she wanted to roll away, she couldn’t, she was still hardly able to breathe. Before she could even properly think about it, Howie’s held her immobile.
“I need you Howie, don’t make me wait,” Brenda whined, holding herself open so that the bright pink of her insides were clearly visible, “I need you, please. Give it to me. Put it in me.”
“Isn’t she a one Sophia, huh? Insatiable little cunt. We really shouldn’t keep her waiting too long, look how she’s dripping. What a waste. I think you should help her out first. What do you say?”
In response, Sophie tried to scream her defiance, but he grabbed her long blonde hair and hauled her bodily to the end of the bed. Brenda giggled again and Sophie felt the need to hit her, wipe the stupid leer from her face. She almost gagged at the sweet thick scent, and she began to struggle again in earnest as Howe pressed her towards the girl’s gaping hole.
“Noooo!” she managed, twisting her face away, but unable to break free.
“Stop it! You’ll enjoy this once you let yourself. If only she was as open as you are Brenda, she would be so much happier. Give her a taste of your nectar, pull yourself apart, that’s it. No, even wider
, make it sting for me. Do you want her mouth? Her tongue?”
“Ooohhhhh yessssssss, yesssssss!”
Bunching her hair into a thick rope, Howie lifted Sophie by it and forced her face into the hot, sticky wetness. The smell was so thick it was cloying and her nose nearly disappeared into the sopping mess. No amount of resistance had any effect, he held her there until she stopped moving.
“Lick it!” he growled and shook her hard, “Lick that sweet pussy!”
There was no choice. Closing her eyes, she poked out her tongue and tasted another woman for the first time. Once she made it through the initial disgust it became mechanical and she lapped away at the oily hole like her life depended on it. Maybe it really did.
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