Page 22 of Finding Limits

“My father and a few of the elders have gone teaching, he’s left me in charge of the home,” he explains, sounding mighty proud of himself.

“This was left over from supper.” He steps aside so he isn’t blocking the tray. “I was thinking you might like it.” I resist the urge to charge at it like a rabid dog and remain still.

“Would you like the food, little dove?” he asks me softly, and I nod my head as my mouth becomes dry and desperate.

“Of course, you do. My father treats you so poorly, you’ve lost all the color from your cheeks.” His thumb slides over my face and makes me hold my breath.

“You’ve lost all those pretty curves you had.” He uses my hair to drag me up onto my feet. “I used to imagine squeezing those juicy, round tits you had in my palm, but now…” He looks down at my chest and sniggers to himself.

“I want to give you the food, Everleigh, I want to give it to you so badly.” He forces me back against the wall and lets me feel the weight of his body against me. “But you have to give me a little something first.”

“Please, don’t.” I shake my head because I’m exhausted. Abraham comes down here at least every other day and he ruts into me from behind like an animal. My back hole constantly throbs from his assault, and no time seems to have passed at all since he last took me.

“My father tells me how you hate it. He says he has to gag you because your screams are so deafening.” He laughs as if my misery is a joke between him and his father.

“I don’t want you to hate the things I do to you. I want you to take pleasure in them.” He slowly starts to raise my nightdress.

“No, please.” I shake my head.

“He tells me you're still unbroken. It can be both of our first times, just like it was supposed to be.” He reaches into the front of his pants and takes out his manhood, pulling it through his fist and ensuring the tip of it touches against me.

“You feel that, little dove? It’s all for you.” He rubs it against me as his tongue slides over my cheek.

“Please, don’t.”

“I’ll make it nice for you, you can take pleasure from it. The screams Nancy makes for Dad, sometimes, don’t sound painful. The other wives whisper about her behind her back, they say she enjoys him, and you will enjoy me.” He shoves his free hand between my legs to force them apart.

“We can’t, your father said I wasn’t chosen. I’m not to bear a child.”

He ignores me as he gets himself in line with my entrance, and with one hand gripped under my jaw, he uses the other to steer himself inside me.

I scream when he uses all his force to penetrate me, his face distorted and frustrated as he struggles to get past my barrier.

“Loosen up, you're too tense,” he growls in frustration.

“I can’t.” I shake my head as he lifts my feet off the ground and anchors them around his thick-set hips. He spits onto his hand and uses his saliva to coat his cock before he forces it inside me again, and I scream as he prods into me, over and over until I feel a sharp pain rip through my stomach.

“That’s a girl,” he grunts as he continues pumping himself inside me.

The pain is just as excruciating as when his father takes me, and all I can do is look over his shoulder at the plate of food and watch the flies settle on the juicy fruit.

“You’re mine, Everleigh. He may come and take you, but this part of you belongs to me.” Solomon moans and I’m grateful that he doesn’t last anywhere near as long as his father does.

His soft cock eventually slips out of me and after he wipes my blood off it, he examines his hand proudly.

“We must keep this our secret. I’d hate to think how father would punish you if he found out.” He smiles as he wipes his hand clean on my dirty nightgown.

“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” He backs away, tucking himself inside his pants. “I hear it only hurts the first time. Next time, you’ll feel nothing but pleasure.” He kicks the plate forward to me so it’s within my reach and I’m too hungry to be stubborn. I dive for it, lifting a slice of apple to my lips, but he stops me with a shake of his head.

“No hands. I want to see you eat like a dog, while my cum drips out of you.” He walks around me and lifts my hips so I’m on all fours. And I close my eyes in shame.

I want to cry. I want to scream. I want to hurt the ugly bastard who feeds on my humiliation. But I’m hungry and so I do as he says. Lowering my head and eating his offerings like an animal.

“You look so pretty,” he tells me, crouching down beside me and tilting his head back to look between my legs. Just like he said, I feel his seed running out of me, and it takes the sweetness out of the strawberry I’m eating

“We’re going to have many secrets together, little dove,” he tells me, stroking my hair as I continue to force down the food in front of me.

“Hope I’m not interrupting anything?” The door barges open and Savannah strolls in, carrying with her a stack of books.

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