Flagrant: An Inferno World Novella

by Ally Vance

  I close my eyes, ashamed of how I’m feeling and the way my body responds, unbidden, to the friction and his proximity.

  “I’m not a liar, and I’m not trying to get into trouble with you, Pater,” I continue in denial, afraid to face the truth.

  Pater pushes me from his lap, and I fall unceremoniously to the floor. I sit there stunned for a moment until I see him lean toward me, and the instinct to flee kicks in. Seizing the chance at freedom, I scramble away from him, but his hands close around each of my ankles, and he drags me back toward him. I’m flipped over onto my back, my leggings are ripped down my legs, and he pushes two large fingers inside my pussy before I can react to what’s happening.

  I let out an involuntarily moan as they slide in with ease. Pater continues to fuck me with his fingers until I’m panting, and the sounds of my moans and my wetness combined are thick in the air around us. I don’t even move to stop him when he frees his cock from his pants and repositions himself between my legs. One quick, brutal thrust later his cock tears into my pussy as Pater shreds my virginity, and my scream rends the air.

  “Pure, just like I thought. Good girl,” he praises, starting to fuck me with vigor.

  The grip he has with his hands on my hips is bruising, but my body surrenders unwillingly to his touch, opening up and becoming slicker with my juices as he pounds into me, furiously. I’m crying as the mix of pain and pleasure burns me with his movements, and I’m trying frantically not to lose myself in it but failing. Eventually, he flips me onto my front and continues taking me from behind. Wrapping his hand around my long hair to form a makeshift ponytail, he uses it to hold me steady to match his rhythm. It feels as though he's tearing the strands from their roots in the vice-like grip he's fisting it with.

  I shouldn't want this. I shouldn't be enjoying this. The carnal and illicit mix of pain, desire, and immorality sets alight the embers of a dark lust within my heart. He doesn't care about my pleasure, yet I feel it building anyway with every punishing thrust of his cock delving deep inside my pussy until he grunts out his release.

  Without ceremony or care, he pulls out, and the blood of my virginity mixed with his cum seeps out of the hole he just invaded with his cock. Leaving me lying sprawled on the floor, he gets to his feet, and running a hand through his hair, he continues his accusations and threats as though he didn't nearly fuck the life out of me in the family room.

  "Don't ever lie to me again, Sofia. I will always know. Your whore mother hid you from me and kept you ignorant about the true meaning of family. Disobedience will be punished, and lessons must be taught. I'm going to fill your cunt with seed until a child grows within your womb and you finally understand your place in our family. I will breed the familial love into your body, and you will accept me," he lectures me as I lie slumped at his feet.

  My body is heavy, and I’m breathless as I gaze blearily up at him. I feel so foolish for not listening to my mom, but even as I stare up into his cold, dark eyes with fear growing in my soul, I know within my heart I’d still choose to be here. I came looking for my family and found it. Their blood is my blood, and at the center of it all is Pater.

  "Yes, Pater," I murmur quietly, forcing myself to move.

  The wide smirk that crosses his face sends a shiver rattling through me.

  "Clean me," he drawls, almost lazily, as he sits down again, and reclining with his arms spread out across the back of the couch, he gestures with nothing more than a nod of his head.

  His meaning is clear, and I blanch, staring at the thick cock that’s still somehow hard and glistening with my blood and the juices from our fuck. His expression darkens the longer I hesitate, and I know my body won't take much more of his punishment today. I crawl over to him, settling between his legs. Drawing in a breath, I bend over, and taking his large cock in my mouth as best I can, I obey his command. I'll be a dutiful daughter and behave as my daddy tells me.

  I can tell that the longer I'm kneeling there, clumsily licking, sucking, and lapping at him, the more he’s losing his patience. Eventually, he grabs hold of my head, and forcing me to wrap my mouth firmly around his cock, he proceeds to fuck my throat with it. Even as I choke around his massive length, I feel myself grow wet and swollen with need until I'm almost humping his leg. When he finally softens in my mouth, he shoves me away and I land heavily on my ass, spluttering and choking on the bitter taste of our cum and my blood.

  "Get out of my sight, Sofia," he barks, tucking his flaccid cock away.

  Terrified and confused, I scramble to my feet and dart from the room, biting down on the wails threatening to escape. I’m blinded by the tears that run down my face, clinging to my cheeks and cruelly mimicking the sticky flow of cum and my own sinful juices leaking from between my thighs.

  He's breaking me, slowly but surely. Every day I'm here, I find myself succumbing more and more to the forbidden desire within my heart for a man I should run from instead of admire. The lines between sanity and madness have been blurred ever since I found myself in that forest clearing on a stone seat, seeking release with my hand between my thighs to the photo of an anonymous stranger. But I know who he is, now. He’s Pater...but more than that, he's Daddy.

  Chapter Fifteen

  I struggle to fully comprehend what happened back in the family room with Pater. He wanted me out of his sight as soon as he’d finished. Did it mean so little to him? I’m shocked by the strangeness of the inappropriate feelings he evokes in me combined with the wrongness of the whole situation. His initial response to my confession was unexpected, but his subsequent actions stunned me. Shame swirls in the pit of my stomach when I think about the way I responded to him and his touch. I shouldn’t want him at all, let alone enjoy what he did to me.

  Hurrying back to my room, I wince and whimper at the soreness radiating from my core as I move. Pater’s words swim into my mind, about how he’s going to get me pregnant, and I smother a sob with my hand. I rush into my bedroom and quietly close the door behind me before flinging myself onto my bed.

  What have I gotten myself into? This isn’t what I expected to find when I went looking for my real daddy, but I suppose at least I can say that I found him, and now I understand why my mom ran from him with me still inside her. Fuck! What if he does get me pregnant? I came here for a family, and it seems he’s going to give me more of one than I bargained for.

  Curling up under the covers, I close my eyes to the horrors of the day and the tumultuous emotions waging war inside me. Sleep eventually takes me, drawing my conscious mind away into dreams filled with Pater’s dark eyes and commanding voice. Even in my sleep, his presence consumes me, demanding a respect he’s never earned, but I find myself wanting to give it, in spite of my mind protesting against him.

  I wake the following morning after an uneasy, restless sleep. My entire body aches, and my pussy is still throbbing and sore. It’s earlier than I’ve been waking since my arrival here, but considering the previous morning’s incident, and how I skipped out on the rest of the day apart from the evening meal, it’s probably for the best. Not wanting to linger in bed and get caught shirking my share of the chores again, I slowly rise and get dressed. Every muscle feels taut and strained like I did a workout followed by a damn marathon. Surely, I shouldn’t be this uncomfortable?

  As I pull on my clothes at a snail’s pace, groaning every time I bend and stretch, I notice the dark bruising on my hips and faint marks between my legs from where Pater held me as he fucked me. For once, my body doesn’t heat when I think about him. I’m not sure if my foolish delusion has been shattered or if I’m still in shock after yesterday. I don’t even want to contemplate the potential consequence of what happened, but I know for the next few weeks it’s going to lurk in the back of my mind, taunting and teasing my sanity.

  Shaking off the cloud that’s settled in my mind with the heaviness of my thoughts, I head to the kitchen to help Vaughn. As usual, he’s already started the chores. He refuses to meet my gaze, and I�
��m not sure how much he heard yesterday, but Pater and I were far from subtle or quiet. I can almost hear and feel the guttural scream of pain that ripped from my throat when Pater thrust into me for my very first time. I mustn’t think about it. No matter how much discomfort I’m in, or how fresh the bruises are, blossoming all over my body, I refuse to think about it. A father’s love is supposed to be gentle and kind, but his is raw, animalistic, and frighteningly cold.

  “Morning, Vaughn,” I say, my voice falsely bright.

  He glances up at me and mumbles, “Morning.” Then, he turns away again and focuses intently on the task of making breakfast.

  I step up next to Vaughn, grab the dishes, and start to set the table, the two of us working together in absolute silence. It’s almost too much to bear, but the routine chore is oddly calming, and I find it more soothing than maddening. I need a calm, constant presence in my chaotic life, and even with his refusal to strike up a conversation, whether he intends it or not, Vaughn is giving me just that.

  There’s no pressure when I’m with Vaughn, no need to try and impress him. I can only assume he’s lived his whole life under Pater’s roof, and in many ways, I envy him that experience. I think I’d rather have been under Pater’s tyrannical rule than living with Gregory and his love affair with alcoholism.

  “Morning, Eloy,” I say softly, when my younger brother walks into the room, and he smiles back at me.

  “Morning, Sofia.”

  It doesn’t take long before everything is ready, but we’ve only just finished when Pater walks into the room and sits down at the head of the table. There’s a shit-eating grin on his face when he notices the three of us sitting wordlessly, waiting for him.

  “Well, would you look at that? Now, that’s what I call progress. Looks like your little lesson yesterday is actually sinking in, Sofia,” he comments, looking between us kids, and chuckling softly.

  Vaughn’s head stays down, his gaze forcibly fixed on the bowl in front of him. Eloy looks frightened and doesn’t say anything. I don’t know whether to answer or not, and I glance as subtly as I can toward my eldest brother, and he moves his head in an almost imperceptible nod.

  “Yes, Pater,” I agree, hating how meek I sound.

  I’m unable to summon any of the fire I’ve previously displayed to him. While I know a little of what Pater’s like, I’ve only had a few weeks of living under his roof, and realize all too well that I’ve barely scratched the surface of what he’s truly capable of. He exhales a laugh, and nods appreciatively before settling down to eat. I wait for Vaughn’s signal and follow his lead like I wish I’d done yesterday when to my own detriment, I ignored his advice.

  “Kid, you should fill your sister in on the rest of the rules as well as the consequences of breaking them to make sure we don’t have any more fuck-ups.” Pater addresses Vaughn, leveling him with a stern frown. “I’m not as stupid as you kids think I am, so don’t try anything,” he warns, looking between the three of us before he gets up from the table and leaves the kitchen.

  Does he know that Vaughn slipped out yesterday, and that he’s been helping me find my feet while I adjust to this new life?

  Chapter Sixteen

  The sound of the truck engine revving jolts me out of my daydream, and I glance up at Vaughn to gauge his reaction. His usually tense shoulders relax, and his perpetually worried expression eases.

  “He’ll be gone for a few hours,” he confirms as he rises to his feet and slips from the family room, where we’re now sitting, and heads back into the kitchen.

  Curious about what he’s up to and not wanting to be alone, I follow him. I don’t want to be left on my own to dwell on everything: the past, my memories, my thoughts, desires, and most of all, my fears. He may not fill the long silences with chatter, neither of the boys do, but Vaughn’s presence, in particular, is a comfort to me...he makes me feel less isolated.

  I’ve not asked Vaughn why he fears Pater so much more than I do. His expression when I opened my mouth to ask, on one of my first days here, warned me not to go there. I suppose in some ways, I have my answer, but the true extent of the darkness residing in this place continues to remain a mystery.

  I walk into the kitchen to find Vaughn buttering bread. I watch in silence as he makes a sandwich, selects a piece of fruit from the pantry, and wraps it all up in a cloth napkin before grabbing a small bottle of water from the fridge. Apart from looking at me every now and then, he doesn’t acknowledge my presence with words. He slides the bolt across on the back door and walks out of the house into the empty yard beyond.

  “Don’t wander off,” Vaughn says, making me jump. I wasn’t expecting him to speak. “If you’re planning on following me, stay close.”

  I do as he says, walking just a few steps behind him as he leads me around the house to what appears to be an old well; it’s without a roof or bucket and covered by a board made of wooden slats. He’s still clutching the parcel of food, and I wonder if he intends to throw it down there. Won’t Pater be mad that he’s stealing and wasting food? He beckons me closer, and I step up beside him. Curious, I lean over and peer through gaps in the wooden slats into the darkness below.

  “Is there someone down there?” I ask him in horror, clutching his arm and straining my eyes to see.

  “Jocelyn, it’s me, Vaughn. I’ve brought you some food,” he calls, and I hear a rustle of movement from below us when he slips the parcel between the slats and drops it into the well.

  I exhale sharply at his words, and his eyes don’t leave mine even as my gaze flickers between him and the shadowy pit. It looks like I’m finally meeting the mysterious Jocelyn. She doesn’t seem willing to speak, and it hits me again how quiet the house always is with the lack of chatter. The only sounds come from those of us living there when we’re moving around. Vaughn leads me away from the pit and Jocelyn, no doubt sensing I’m about to break Pater’s rules and bombard him with questions…but our daddy isn’t here to listen to me ask them. So there’s no way he’ll know, right?

  “What is that place? Why is she down there, Vaughn? How long has she been down there? What other rules was Pater telling you to fill me in on?” I interrogate.

  The questions spill from my lips one after the other in a torrent as I try to rein in my horror but fail to stem the flood.

  “That place is the oubliette, and Jocelyn is down there because she repeatedly defies Pater. She takes the punishment so that he doesn’t punish me and Eloy, not that it’s ever stopped him…” he trails off, and my blood turns to ice.

  “You mean?” I ask hesitantly, and when he glares at me, I leave the question unfinished because his look tells me everything I need to know.

  “I should leave. We both should leave and never come back,” I tell him, clutching his arm again, trying to stop him from going back into the house.

  “Where would we go? You’ve not been here for long, and you don’t understand what he’s like beyond what you’ve seen already. Pater would find us. He wouldn’t rest knowing his kids are out there without him. It won’t work, and I’m not leaving without Eloy or Jocelyn. We don’t have time to get her out of the oubliette today, and even if we did, it would be a few days before she’d be strong enough to leave. You came here and found us, and now you’re one of us...running away won’t change that,” he says, pulling his arm out of my grip and carrying on toward the house.

  I look back at the pit where our sister resides in the black belly of the earth. I let out a regretful sigh before following him inside. I don’t like the thought of her being down there, but I think what surprises me the most is how seemingly unaffected Vaughan is by it. I suspect he’s hiding his own rage and helplessness, yet I can’t help wondering how much of this is the norm for him.

  I enter through the back door into the kitchen, hoping to continue speaking to Vaughn, but he’s already disappeared into his room, and Eloy is nowhere to be seen. My shoulders slump, and I hope I haven’t upset my tentative ally. Even though he�
�s not particularly forthcoming, he’s still helped me and looked out for me when I’ve been around Pater. His words fill me with a warmth that’s been absent for a long time, but equally fills me with a sense of foreboding. ‘Now you’re one of us.’

  Chapter Seventeen

  As I close the backdoor behind me, I hear the rumble of an engine drawing nearer, and my heart stutters nervously in my chest. Pater’s back already. Not wanting to get caught hanging around, I swiftly exit the kitchen, dart down the hallway, and head for my bedroom. I make it inside and shut the door just as I hear the front door being opened then closed, followed by the heavy footsteps of Pater as he walks through the house. I spend the rest of the day holed up in my room until it’s time for dinner when I reluctantly leave to go and help Vaughn.

  Over the next few weeks, or at least, I think a few weeks have passed…it’s almost impossible to keep track of the days here, I settle into a regulated routine. I hate how I constantly feel like I’m treading on eggshells around Pater, though. I’m so conflicted about everything I’ve learned and experienced since I ran from Gregory and found myself practically standing on my daddy's doorstep. All the feelings that had started to grow within my tormented heart haven’t faded, but now they’re smothered by the constant worry and fear that envelopes me inside this house.

  Tonight, as on many previous nights, I’m lying in bed, listening to the sounds of moans and cries of pleasure and pain echoing through the house. Pater’s heavy grunts ring in my ears as I fight to tamper down the residual desire they awaken in me. I now know who he takes upstairs, even though I’ve yet to meet her face to face. It seems Jocelyn spends more time in the oubliette than above the ground, and when she isn’t hidden in the earth, she’s upstairs being fucked by Pater in one of the rooms we’re forbidden to enter. My heart goes out to the sister I’ve never met.