“Oh, I see you noticed our guest.”
“Luke, please.” I saw the fear on her face. She was awake but not making a sound. The closer that I got, I saw what he had done. He had sewn her lips together. The skin around her mouth was bleeding as if tape had been ripped off. Feeling the bile rise in my throat, I looked at him, pleading with my eyes.
“You have to make a choice. Family or this wretch.” He picked up a torch and then lit it before holding it out toward me.
He wanted me to burn Mercy at the stake. How on Earth was I supposed to do that? Why could he not just have killed her? It still would have hurt, but not like this.
“Just do it.” I said numbly.
“No. You have to choose. Vocally. If you choose her, you untie her, and then you can both go away free. But you can never return. If you choose family, then you burn her, the one you disobeyed me with, you show me you have learned your lesson, and all is forgiven, our night goes forward as you would like.” His expression hardened.
Sadness washed over me. There was no choice. I could not do this to someone that I loved. I could not betray them. Love is such a fickle thing. I shook my head, clenching my jaw. I stepped away from Luke, who sighed deeply as he still held his torch. I walked over to Mercy, whose eyes had relief in them. My smile hardened.
“My sweet friend, death is so beautiful. It liberates you, sets you free.” The tears were streaming down my face. “There is nothing I would rather share with you than your last minutes on Earth.” Mercy’s face was frantic as she realized that the reprieve that she thought I would offer her would not be coming. “You see,” I continued, “there is no choice for me. Family will always come first.”
I pulled a candle lighter out of my pocket and lit the bottom of her pants. The smell of the lighter fluid that he had poured all over her permeated my senses. It didn't take long for the wood to engulf in flames and quickly spread up her body. Her mouth tore open, her lips ripping to shreds as they pulled away from the wire, and her high-pitched scream pierced the sky. She wriggled frantically, futilely trying to escape. Black smoke covered her anguished, pain-filled face.
Luke’s laugh, as well as his arms wrapping around my stomach, telling me how proud he was of me, finally shook me out of my trance. I was disgusted with the situation, knowing that if he had given me the choice, I would have traded places with her. I did this to her. I knew it, and he knew it. He knew that I knew it. He was going to make sure that I never forgot the rules again.
“Ready to eat?” He smiled at me. “You had me worried there for a moment.” The disturbed look on my face made him chuckle.
We sat down at a picnic table, ate salad, hot dogs and baked beans while he made me watch the fire burn every inch of her. My heart was broken. I could not show it, but I certainly could not be upbeat and happy.
When the sun went down, he doused the fire with a hose. He took my hand and led me inside the house. I knew as soon as I had alone time, I would grieve the loss of Mercy and my part in it all. I would never forget the look of betrayal on her face. Before this, I would have never felt guilty about any life that I had taken. Now, I could hardly breathe from the weight of the guilt. It was stronger than gravity in its weighing me down, pushing me to the earth.
Luke was so pleased with my decision; he was still holding my hand. “So I made a decision to help you stay at home. You need something more to do to keep you occupied.”
Looking at him, I waited for what new task I would have. He began to undress. Then he sized me up, and a corner of his mouth lifted. He tilted his head, waiting for me to disrobe. I hurriedly took everything off, and then I saw him frowning at the bandage on my arm.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked as he pushed me on the bed.
“You don’t know what to do?”
“No. I mean, yes,” I stammered. “Here, I know what to do. I meant to keep me occupied.”
He waggled his eyebrows. “Well, I usually wear a condom when I do this, but I think it’s time that we become a real family. You are going to have my baby.” He slammed his cock into me before I could register what he had just said. As he was rutting on top of me hard and fast, I was in shock. There was no damn way. I didn't want to be a mother. I was too young. I didn't even like kids. His hand was around my throat, squeezing tighter and tighter as he came closer and closer to release, I was gasping for air when he finally emptied all of his load inside of me, burying his cock deep to ensure that it took.
All I could think of was how much I wanted to get to the bathroom and try to get every last drop of his come out of me. He was not having it. He told me that I had to lie at the end of the bed with my legs up, so that the sperm could take hold. I was shaking so hard, which he assumed was because he fucked me so hard. In no way was I having a fucking kid. No way.
Chapter Ten:
Eve
Luke didn't stay home for long. He was more restless than I was. He did keep us in money and food, so I understood that he could not be there all the time. He was always checking to see if I missed a period yet. Thankfully, I had not. He always looked so disappointed when I told him that; and this was the one time that I was ok with disappointing him. When he was home, it was the same routine; he would fuck me and then send me to my room.
He started being away more and more. He said that he would know if I left, so I had better stay inside. I asked if I could walk in the woods once a day. His immediate answer was no, but then he cocked his head, mulling it over. He finally relented but only as long as I didn't talk to anyone. The burnt pyre was left in the backyard as a reminder to me what happened when I disobeyed.
One day, I detoured from my usual route through the woods. I had been curious about the neighbors for a while now. I walked over to their house and peeked into their bedroom window. She was lying naked on the bed. He had his face buried in between her legs, and she had one hand holding his head down, while the other hand grasped the sheet behind her. I could hear her moans of ecstasy. She was writhing and bouncing all over the bed. Then she let out a loud screech, lifting her hips off the bed. He lifted up his head, covered in her juices. He slapped her leg, and then got on his knees.
She turned over, put her face on the mattress and her ass up in the air while he positioned himself behind her. It was so erotic, the way they moved together, the way they moaned in rhythm. It was almost as if they were one being. Luke and I were never like that. I didn't understand this kind of intimacy. It was making my stomach do flip-flops. He entered her from behind, pounding into her, driving deep inside. I was turning to leave when his eyes swung to me. Our eyes locked, and he watched me watch him as he continued fucking her without abandon. She was writhing underneath him, but he never lost eye contact with me. I think having me there drove him to fuck her even harder, thrusting deeper. He was getting off on my voyeurism. I had to admit that I was getting worked up as well. The lust on his face was making my pussy throb something fierce. When he was ready to release, he could not help but lose eye contact with me. I took the brief moment of opportunity to sneak away, flushed and out of sorts.
For the next couple of days, I made myself stay away from the house. It was abnormal to watch them. It was even worse to have it consume my mind so completely. I had been having dreams that I was lying under him, writhing as he drove himself inside me, filling me.
That was bad. I should only be dreaming about Luke. He was the only one who should be turning me on. Unfortunately, Luke didn't care if I was aroused or not. It only mattered to him that I took care of his needs. That I was readily available when he wanted me to be. I needed to focus on his needs and quit thinking of myself.
Three days later, I found myself bored again, so I thought that I would peek again. It was around the same time of day as the last time I found myself peering through their window. I knew that the chance of catching them in the throes of passion was minimal, but sure enough, they were going at it again. I was not sure whether or not they adhered to a strict love
making schedule, or if they just fucked like rabbits. And when I looked through the window, his eyes immediately swung over to me. Once again, our eyes locked. His were a piercing blue that almost mesmerized me. His dark raven-colored hair was wavy and accented his chiseled face. He smirked when he saw me. He never took his eyes off me.
For the next five days, we followed the same routine. They must have had a scheduled sex time, or he was purposely choosing that time in the hope that I would keep showing up. He really did seem to love having my presence there, my eyes roaming his body. There was a multitude of children’s toys strewn about the room, littering the floor and stacked high on their dresser, and I had to wonder where they stashed their offspring when they were humping like horny, little bunnies. I had never seen a child. I only ever saw the two of them. And I was fine with that. I only came by for the free show, to feel something that was still foreign to me. Passion. Each time he finished, I would sneak away.
The next time that I came by, he was spanking her. She had her head tilted back; her mouth stretched open, strangled cries of ecstasy filling the room as his hand crashed repeatedly on her red, swollen ass cheeks. She was already coming all over his hand. He didn't even need to penetrate her in order to make her climax. Watching her ass ripple, his hand making those red marks all over her backside, from each impact was making me wet. He bent down and kissed each mark, and she mewled like a cat in response. Then he thrust two fingers inside of her as he swiped his tongue up and down the crack of her ass. I sucked in a breath that I didn't even realize that I was holding. I had never seen this done before. I honestly didn't know that this was even a thing. My mind whirled around the possibilities, and I imagined what it would feel like to be on my hands and knees with him behind me, his fingers searching my depths, his tongue twirling and sliding over my ass.
She was shoving her ass back into his face as he tongue-fucked her. Before I realized what I was doing, my hand was inside my pants, my fingers inside my wet pussy. He lifted himself up, replacing his fingers with his hard cock. That was when he saw me. He blew me a kiss and locked eyes with me as I furiously rubbed myself to orgasm. I didn't have a lot of experience with this but I knew that this felt fucking amazing. My eyes widened as the heights of pleasure consumed me. I squeezed my eyes shut until I came back down from the high. When I opened them back up, he was still staring at me, not having finished yet. I had to admit that knowing he was watching me come was so thrilling that I wanted to do it again and again. I now understood why he enjoyed having me spy on him so much. As soon as he saw me watching again, he finished inside of her. I wanted to run away, but my legs were rubbery. Instead, all I could do was slide down on to the ground.
I was not sure how long that I was out there. A minute? An hour? Eventually, he walked outside, and his face lit up when he saw me. “Hello, beauty. I was hoping that we would meet properly.”
I needed to leave. I could not talk to him. I was embarrassed and humiliated. He had witnessed me have an orgasm. What had originally been a huge turn on was now turning my insides into mush.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said softly. When I responded with a shocked expression, he continued, “Your face is turning red.”
“I’m sorry that I spied on you,” I whispered.
“I’m not. You are sexy as hell. It is super hot knowing you are watching. It would be hotter if you would let me involve you.”
I looked at him, feeling stricken. Did he just ask me to have sex with him?
“Isn’t that your wife?”
“My girlfriend. She is taking the baby to her mom’s tonight for a couple of days if you want to come over tomorrow.” He smiled encouragingly.
“N-no. I couldn’t.” I really could not. I didn't know the first thing about sex, besides the little that Luke had taught me. Plus, I needed to take care of a problem I had. I didn't need to involve anyone else in my life. This had to be my last visit.
He shrugged. “Up to you, beauty. I would love to taste every inch of you.”
Those words crashed right through me, making my pussy throb. I needed to leave, and I needed to leave right now. So I jumped up and ran away.
Chapter Eleven:
Jerry
There she was again, watching us. This girl was so fucking hot. I needed to get a piece of her. I was not sure where she had come from; must be the other house, or maybe the other side of the woods. That other house looked abandoned.
Rena was taking Tyler to her mom’s house. This would be the perfect time to get the peeping little vixen in bed. I thought that I had died and gone to heaven when I saw her arm shaking from her masturbating right outside the window, then her look of pure ecstasy when she reached her peak. Damn, it was the sweetest thing that I had seen in a long time. I was not even sure how old she was, but if she could come like that, I would have to take my chances.
So she liked me licking Rena's ass. I could do that and so much more to her. She would be begging for more when I got a hold of that delectable body.
She seemed skittish when I talked to her, if I were a betting man though, she would show up, just out of curiosity, if nothing else.
Chapter Twelve:
Eve
Humanity was something not everyone was born with. I believed that mine had been beaten out of me. Luke, well, I believe he never had it to begin with. So the moral question here was, should either one of us procreate?
Maybe he, at some point, with the right woman, should. As much as that thought hurt me, him being with another woman, touching her, possibly tasting her, now that I knew that could be done, hurt me to my very core. I guessed that the reason why he didn't do these extra things with me was my ineptitude. And it was this inexperience that made the thought of him being with someone hurt so badly. Hell, I still could not even mother his child. There was not one maternal cell in my body. My mother was my role model. Really? I would do anything for Luke. Hell, I burnt my only friend to a crisp, but I would not birth a child. I just would not. I could not.
I needed to let some aggression out. I never did let my grief out for Mercy. And now, I think that I gave the guy at the other house the wrong impression. He thought because I watched him, I developed feelings of some kind for him. I would never cheat on Luke, and the fact that he would cheat on his girlfriend pissed me off. I would teach him a lesson tomorrow. Luke was coming home tonight to do his weekly pregnancy check.
I had lied to him last week, telling him I that hadn't missed my period. He seemed so deflated. He said that we would try again next week. So tonight, he would mount me again in hope of knocking me up.
I had dinner waiting for him when he came home. He looked exhausted as he ate the food, chewing dejectedly. When he finished, he pointed to the bedroom.
I could tell that he was not in a good mood, so I didn't try to engage him in conversation. I just undressed and bent over the bed. He came in from behind, entering me without preamble. Thrusting in and out until he finally grunted, pulled out and then told me to lie on his bed until morning. He walked out of the room, and a moment later, I heard the door open, the car start, and then drive away.
I didn't move because, at this point, it simply didn't matter. I knew that I was already pregnant. I saw a note on the table that he would be home in five days. I decided that I wanted to be creative with the guy next door, so I packed a bag. This would take more than my knife to prove my point about trying to take advantage of young girls.
I went over to his house and knocked on the door. He answered with a big smile on his face. He stepped back so that I could come inside. The house had many baby things in it. He saw me looking at all the things. “We have a nine month old,” he explained.
I nodded.
He led me to the bedroom, trying to kiss me. I shied away. “I need to go slow.”
He nodded his understanding, but the glare that crossed his face gave him away.
“As you can imagine, I am naïve about these things. I was hoping you would allow me t
o play.”
He looked intrigued by that idea. “Tell me what you have in mind,” he said smoothly.
“Well,” I started, “would you be willing to wear a blindfold and let me use scarves to tie your hands around the chair handles?” I nodded my head toward the office chair at the desk in the corner of the room.
He was amused. I could tell by the crinkle of his eyes. “Then what?” he asked.
I acted nervous and shy. “Then, if it’s ok, I would like to taste you.” Smiling, I looked demurely at the ground.
His expression was of pure astonishment. “Absolutely, my beauty.”
He undressed and then sat down, making sure he extended his legs so that his dick was sticking straight out at me. My eyes widened as I took him in. He was preening like a peacock.
I gulped as I pulled the scarves out of my bag. He could not stop smiling at the thought of my lips wrapped around him. I wrapped one scarf around his left wrist, pulling it tight to the handle so that his hand was flat against the wood grain. “Is that too tight?” I asked in a concerned voice.
He shook his head no, looking even more amused.
I nodded, and did the other wrist.
He asked if I would undress before I blindfolded him. I told him that I would take my shirt off for him, but if it were okay, the rest would come off when he took care of me after I played. He loved that idea.
I placed the scarf around his eyes, tying it snug around his head. A shiver went through his whole body. “You alright?” I asked.
“Just excited,” he murmured in response. I glanced down at the pre-come on the tip of his penis and saw yes, indeed, that he was excited. “I wish I could watch.” It came out in a kind of whine.
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