by Charity B.
“If Fink doesn’t love me anymore, then I don’t care what you want from me.”
I look to the man who has been my caretaker for more than half my life. The harsh coldness I’m met with slices me deeper than I could have ever expected. I always thought if he let me go, it would be freeing. I never dreamed it would ache like this.
Dropping my head, I follow Mr. Bognar outside. Neither Fink nor Ingvar tell me goodbye. I look one last time over my shoulder to see the front door already closed behind me.
As he leads me to his truck, he unlocks the doors and climbs into the driver seat. The moment I scoot myself into the passenger’s side, he grins. “Why don’t you give me a preview of what I just paid for. Lift your dress.”
I suddenly wish I wouldn’t have left my panties at John’s. The moment I reveal my bare pussy lips, he groans. “Fuck, look at that pretty thing. Open your legs.”
Biting back a sob, I do as he says. He spreads me apart with his fat, rough fingers before plunging one inside. After pumping a few times, he removes his hand to reveal John’s come shiny on his skin. “You little whore,” he laughs. “Where’d you get this from?”
Terror wraps around my throat as I choke, “It’s Fink’s.”
Returning between my legs he jams his fingers back in hard. He doesn’t respond, but his smirk suggests he doesn’t believe me. “At least you aren’t too worn out. Your cunt is still tight as fuck.”
He doesn’t stop his molestation until we pull up to his large home, and I suddenly realize that my cat, Vince, might not know where I went. Sadness envelopes me as I wonder if he’ll think I abandoned him. Maybe if I do whatever I’m told for the next few weeks, Mr. Bognar will allow me to bring Vince here. He’s all I have left.
I follow him inside, barely listening as he tells the triplets to go play so we can have time alone.
Even though it’s a stupid thought because he surely won’t care, I wonder what John will think once he learns I’m Mr. Bognar’s wife now.
With slingshots and a BB gun in hand, the Sanity Eaters run outside to cause trouble, leaving me alone with my new captor.
Turning on his heel, Mr. Bognar orders over his shoulder, “Go upstairs to the last door on the left. Take off your clothes and lie on the bed, legs spread. If you don’t make this difficult, I might take it easy on you tonight.”
“Of course, um… what do you want me to call you?”
He scoffs, “What do you think?” He waves me off as he makes his way down a hall. “My name, you dumb bitch. None of this ‘Mr. Bognar’ bullshit. Now quit stalling. I’ll be up in a minute.”
I nod, doing as he instructs. Lying on the bed, I let the tears fall. I can’t believe I’m crying over Fink. As terrible as he is, a small part of me wanted so badly to believe him when he said that he loved me. Now I know it was never really true. I just wish he had at least let me have Vince and my music box.
With a sigh, I wipe away my tears. Ogier will be in here soon, and it’s always less painful if I’m aroused first. Reaching between my legs, I rub a finger over my clit before sliding it into my body, instantly feeling the slipperiness of John’s come still inside me.
I’ll never forget the way his voice sounded when he felt me for the first time, the way his entire body reacted every time I touched him. As I reminisce about the way he felt thrusting into me, I pump my fingers in and out.
I rarely make myself orgasm. My body gets used so much between Fink and Ingvar that I hardly ever have the desire. As my arousal builds, I suddenly question if this will somehow make Ogier angry. Since I’m wet enough for lubrication, I begrudgingly remove my fingers.
I lie here, open and waiting for a man that I have no desire for. Not that it matters. The only man I do want doesn’t want me.
John was completely against the idea of keeping my corpse. When he told me why, it warmed me to my core, yet now all it does is break my heart. I had my chance with him, and now, it’s over. I ruined it somehow. Regardless of his reason for being so cruel the last few minutes we were together, every other moment with him was bliss.
My thoughts of John take me away until the door swings open and Ogier walks into the room, wheeling in a cart that holds a torn burlap sack, a strange box with buttons, and some rope.
“Sit up.”
The moment I do as he says, he throws the sack over my head, allowing it to fall to my waist before he adjusts it. There are holes strategically cut out for my mouth and breasts, making it fairly easy to breathe. Fastening the rope around my body, he removes my ability to use my arms. I can’t see much besides his dark figure through the burlap fibers, but I can feel him tying the rope loosely around my neck which he immediately uses to yank me onto my back. His wet tongue laps at my exposed nipples, his thick beard scratchy against my skin. He suddenly bites down hard, making me cry out.
“You’re going to need to be a lot tougher than that,” he murmurs. I can sense his body shifting when he yanks on the rope again, pulling me up to where smooth skin meets my lips. “Fink said you’re skilled with your mouth. Do a good job, and I’ll keep the voltage low.”
My skin beads with sweat wondering what exactly he means by that. Since I can’t see or use my hands, I suck on anything that goes into my mouth. He tugs on the rope, his violent thrusts making me gag so horribly, I’m nervous I’ll throw up on him.
“Fuck, it’s been a while since I’ve been sucked this good. Keep it up, and we’ll get along fine.”
His weight disappears before a zap, zap sounds in my ear and the bed dips with his return. My pulse increases at the sensation of something squeezing tightly around my right nipple. Seconds later, the same happens to my left. Thin, what I think are wires, lay across my stomach while my clit is pinched in exactly the same way my nipples are.
“Did Fink ever electrocute you?”
My heart pounds against my ribs as tears instantly wet the material resting against my cheeks. “W-what? No.” I shut my eyes in embarrassment at how pathetic my voice sounds, grateful that he can’t see my face.
With a scoff, he responds in a dull tone. “Oh, fucking relax. It’s no worse than the shock collars I use on the kids.”
Fingers probe inside of me before he enters me with a hard thrust, making me gasp at the intrusion. I feel crushed by sorrow as it suddenly occurs to me that John is no longer the last person to be in my body.
Without adequate vision, I find myself pretending that it’s him pounding into me instead of Ogier. My hips jerk, pushing against flesh as I remember how full John made me feel. I hear myself moan, thinking of the way the muscles in his arms rippled every time he thrusted his body into mine. My fantasies bring a tingle across my skin, prickling every nerve ending.
“Your lack of a womb gets my dick hard. The last thing I need is more fucking kids.” His words jerk me from my imagination, and the moment I stop moving, a zap sends torturous needles stabbing through my clit and nipples. I scream as my body flails at the unexpected assault. “Goddamn, that feels amazing.” His baritone laugh sends shivers across my skin despite my elevated body heat. I don’t even register him using my hole anymore. My skin quakes with an unpleasant buzzing, and my most sensitive parts throb in pain. I’m so focused on how uncomfortable this is that I fail to participate, unable to give him the performance he expects.
Zap.
“Fuck!” I cry out from the excruciating currents running through me. I despise pain. That was one thing Fink was always somewhat conscientious of. Ogier obviously takes the opposite stance on the subject.
“I’m not going to let you just lay there. If you aren’t going to make an effort, I’ll make it for you.” I nod beneath the burlap, rotating and rocking my hips with as much enthusiasm as I can muster. “Yeah, that’s it. Like that. Fink was wrong, you are a fast learner. You simply need the right motivation.” He pulls on the rope, his beard itching my face while he slides his fat tongue around in my mouth.
Luckily, I don’t have to keep it up for much longer
. I’m actually a little surprised at how quickly he moans out his release in my ear. The terrible little things squeezing all my tender places are removed, making me sigh as the cool air grants a small relief to the soreness.
“That wasn’t bad for our first time.” He sounds surprised as my arms are set free from their bindings and he unties the rope around my neck. The chilled air blowing from the vent above me kisses my face when he yanks the bag off my head. “Maybe next time I’ll bring in a whore and see how well you eat pussy.”
I feel guilty just thinking it, but the idea of having someone else to share the torment with is an exciting one. Regardless of what he makes us do to each other.
I blink, wiping the hair from my face as I sit up to watch him put, what I’m assuming is the electrocuting machine, up on a shelf in the closet. A ton of dials cover the square box and three wires with clamps attached to the ends are poking out of the side. While I worry that he’ll use it every time, I’m more concerned about what else might be in store for me.
“You’re free to move around the house as much as you want…until you make me regret it.” He yanks up his pants and tugs on his shirt. “If you want to go outside, ask, and we’ll see. I’m not like Fink. I don’t intend to hide you or keep you locked away, but the moment you disrespect or disobey me, you’re in for a world of hurt, girl.”
He shuts the door behind him as I fall back on the bed. Even though he said I don’t have to stay in here, I oddly want to do just that. I’m feeling so many things right now that it’s making my head hurt. Closing my eyes, I pull the blanket over my naked body. I’m just so tired.
November 16th ~ Afternoon
I’ve been in and out of sleep since last night, only getting up to go to the bathroom or get a drink of water. I shift around as the door creaks open, revealing Ogier standing there with a girl close to my age. She has wavy blonde hair and a dog collar around her neck. “Get up,” he barks.
I do as he says, standing in front of them as he orders the girl, “Take off her dress.”
She walks up to me, and when her crystal blue eyes connect with mine, there’s a moment of silent conversation, as if she’s apologizing. For what, I’m not sure. She’s clearly not here on her own accord. “I’m Sarah,” I tell her.
“Esty,” she says. “My name’s Esty.”
“This isn’t a goddamn social call. Your names don’t matter. Now, both of you better get naked before you piss me off.”
Without hesitation, her hands wrap around the hem of my dress. I lift my arms to make it easier for her to pull it over my head. She’s wearing nothing more than a thin, white, silk dress with a lace hem. In one swift motion, she takes it off and drops it to the floor. I find myself becoming jealous of her flawless skin. Besides the dark red dots scattered across the insides of her elbows, she’s free from scars.
“Esty, lie on the bed, and spread that bald pussy for Sarah.”
“Yes, sir,” she quickly responds, doing as he asks.
Going beyond his request, she begins fingering herself. It takes me a second to realize she isn’t trying to be seductive. She’s attempting to arouse herself, presumably so it’s less painful.
“That’s more like it, whore.” Stepping over to me, Ogier grabs my hair to make me look at him. “Make her come, and I’ll have a surprise for you tonight.”
Any ‘surprise’ he has for me is sure to be unpleasant, but the alternative could be much worse. I crawl to the edge of the bed where her pink folds are held open. While I haven’t ever done this myself, I’ve had it done to me plenty of times, so I know what I think feels good.
Sticking my tongue out, I lick at the bump that swells above her entrance. I slide a finger into her hole, and the faster I lick her, the more she grinds against my mouth. I’m not necessarily turned on, but I like that she’s enjoying herself. Based on the little amount of interaction I’ve had with her, she seems nice.
Ogier groans behind me as he pushes my head down, smothering me with her pussy. She apparently likes the sensation because her arousal seeps into my mouth and nostrils as she comes.
“That’s a good girl, Sarah. Eat her fucking cunt.” His body heat presses against my rear and thighs before he wipes his cock over my pussy lips and shoves inside of me. I cry against her wetness at the unexpected stretching of my body.
It only lasts a few minutes before he tells me, “Sit on her face.”
As he pulls out, I adjust myself to straddle over her mouth. He lowers himself between her legs, immediately thrusting into her. I’m surprised at how pleasant her hot breath feels, blowing against my clit as she moans in response to his body moving inside hers.
Ogier pulls my hair, bringing me face to face with his assault on her cunt. After pumping inside of her a few times, he pulls out to force himself down my throat.
The entire time, her tongue laps at me with expert pressure, and it feels so damn good that I pathetically ride her mouth to reach my climax. I switch between licking at her little pink clit and Ogier’s shaft as he slides in and out of Esty’s body.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I’m gonna come soon. Who wants it?”
I have the sense that eagerness can be rewarded, and she must’ve arrived at the same conclusion since we both say at the same time, “I do.”
He laughs as he pulls out of Esty. “Too bad I can’t keep you both.” Walking over to the closet, he reaches up, though, I can’t tell what it is he retrieves. “Kiss each other.”
Esty’s straddles me, her lips immediately finding mine as she lays me back on the bed. I can feel her wet pussy rubbing against my stomach while her tongue tastes my mouth.
Ogier groans, “I think I might actually feel a little sorry about this.” He thrusts into her body, making her rock on top on me. Suddenly, her body shoves hard against mine when something hot and wet splashes over my chest. She coughs, splattering the dark liquid across my face. My eyes take a moment to focus, and when I can see clearly, there’s a gaping red cut stretched across Esty’s throat. She gurgles her last breaths while Ogier’s fingers dig into the wound. He moans his pleasure, emptying himself into her dying body as he fingers the gash in her neck.
My eyes meet with Esty’s, and I scream at the horror I see in them. I’m sorry, I mouth to her, hoping she knows that I truly am. None of this is fair, for either of us. Hot tears pour from my eyes with the last few gurgling sounds that escape her lips until her lifeless body falls limp and bloody against mine.
Slowly sliding out of her corpse, Ogier smiles at me, licking the blood from his fingers. “She was pretty great, wasn’t she?”
“Why did you kill her?!” I scream at him. “She didn’t do anything wrong!” She could have maybe been my friend…
I’m so angry at these men for thinking they deserve to have power over our bodies and lives. He lifts her off of me and tosses her corpse on the floor.
His nose is nearly touching mine when he says in a low voice, “I don’t owe you shit, especially not an explanation, so I’m only saying this one time. She has more than one use, and so will you if you ever speak to me like that again.”
All I want to do is spit in his face, but I turn my head to look at Esty’s hollow expression, crying when he picks her up and carries her out of the room.
Curling into a ball on the bed, I allow myself to let go of the tears. I’ve never known anyone who died before. Even though I only knew her for a few minutes and we barely spoke, this hurts so badly.
He said she has more than one use, so I wonder if he’s giving her to John. For so many reasons, I hate the thought of him touching her body.
Ogier doesn’t come back for hours. The moon has been in the sky for a while, and I haven’t moved from the position he left me in.
The pillow is soaking wet against my face when he snaps, “Get your ass out of bed, and come help me with dinner.”
Standing in the doorway, his face reads impatience, so I murmur, “All right, Ogier.”
I throw on my dress
, and once my shoes and socks are back on, I make my way to the kitchen where he’s checking on the food in the oven. He doesn’t look at me when he points to a cutting board on the counter. “Start making a salad.”
I’m grateful for the silence until shouting and yelling booms down the hall as the triplets bang their way through the house.
Jolt glares at me as she wraps her arms around Ogier to hug him. “What is?”
Bolt sits, stabbing his knife into the wood of the kitchen table. “She still?”
“Doing here?” Cask finishes while lifting up the back of my dress.
I spin around in surprise when Ogier laughs. “Cask, stop trying to look up your mother’s skirt.” They all stop mid-movement, gaping at their father. “That’s why she’s here. She’s my new wife.”
“We’re not.”
“Calling her.”
“Mommy.” The triplets piece out their reply.
He rolls his eyes, lighting a cigar as he opens the refrigerator for a beer. “Call her whatever the fuck you want, just get used to her because I paid good money for that tight little pussy, and she’s not going anywhere.”
Jolt takes her seat at the table, grinning at Bolt before looking to me. “Hey, rag doll?”
“Wanna play?” Bolt smirks at me in an unnerving way.
“A game?” Cask concludes.
I’ve never trusted the Sanity Eaters, and up until now I’ve been able to avoid them. Looking at Ogier tells me nothing about how he prefers I respond to this. I’m not dumb enough to believe this game will be the fun kind, but maybe if I play with them, I can get on their good side and they’ll leave me alone.
Picking up the plates and silverware, I carry them to the table. “Um…okay. What’s it called?”
“Just.”
“Don’t.”
“Flinch.”
The name of the game is equally as comforting as the unsettling smiles all three are giving me. Swallowing, I take my seat next to Jolt. She holds my hand, laying it flat on the table before spreading my fingers far apart. Both boys are watching her intently as Ogier remains silent by the counter.
