Page 48 of Sacrificing Zoriah

Daddy?

“Hey,” he says sweetly. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to play with Huxley,” she says.

“At least if you get knocked up it won’t be some weird, inbred kid,” he laughs.

“I’m on birth control,” Haley grins.

“I feel like I’m missing a detail,” I say.

“Haley is biologically mine. Her biological mom died during birth. Richard and Pamela lost their kid in birth, so the timing worked out. Little switch-a-roo, and they raised her so she could have two parents,” Doug says nonchalantly.

What the fuck? So, she’s not my actual sister. She’s an impostor. It makes me feel a bit better about what I’m going to do to her. I just have to keep her happy, and she will unlock the bunker.

“Let’s go,” Haley says as she pulls me along. Doug chuckles and pats me on the back as if he is proud of me or some shit. Haley takes me into a room with a table in the center. “Get naked and lie down.”

I say nothing because all that will come out is tears or death threats. I have to keep her happy. This is my only way out. This is my way back to Zoriah.

First, I’ll take a shower, and then I’ll fuck her properly. I cannot wait to see her again. My dreams are filled with her sobs, but other times it is her bright smile. I strip down, and I am far from hard as usual. She points for me to lay down on the table, so I do. I close my eyes when she starts restraining my wrists and ankles.

“Shit,” I hiss when she stabs the needle in at the base of my dick.

“Sorry,” she giggles. “I think we should restrict you to only me so you can actually get hard. The others play with you too much.”

“Mhmm,” I say, closing my eyes. I hate this part. I hate how she thinks it’s all about her when my body unwillingly reacts to whatever it is she shoots into my dick. I know I can still get hard because the others force me without it. I also have time… alone. Maybe it’s creepy or wrong, but I jerk off thinking about Zoriah. The thought of her is comforting, so I just imagine the way she moaned for me. I think about the memories of her and those times alone have kept me sane. This could be all for nothing if she gets upset at what I have had to allow just to escape.

“God, I love how hard you get for me, Huxley,” she says as she strokes me. I keep my eyes closed because I might actually puke if I don’t. My body jerks when she takes me down her throat and sucks hard as she bobs up and down while stroking me. I hear the bottle of lube, and I expect it to be her fingers again, but it’s a vibrator.

Fuck, I hate her so much. When the vibrations start up, they are so strong that they force moans out of me. She immediately pops up and jumps on top of me. She’s never gone this far, so when she lowers on top of me, I start to panic. I hate the feeling as she starts to move. Emotion hits me so hard that I am fighting back the urge to cry.

I have kept all of this trauma bottled up for so long because I was taught by this hell that men don’t cry. Men are strong, and crying shows weakness. I have become a master at hiding my feelings to the point that sometimes even I can forget all the terrible things that have happened to me. I don’t really forget though. I ignore it. I ignore all the feelings that came with being raped almost daily by someone who was supposed to love and protect me. Haley went through a phase for a while where she finally saw thelight, but now I think it was all a part of their plan. A plan to pull Zoriah closer to her to gain more trust. That’s what they needed to pull this off. They needed Haley to trick Zoriah.

Haley bounces and moans as she works on getting herself off using me. I have my teeth gritted, and I can’t stop the feeling. It’s so goddamn strong. I know I need to just relax and give in to it, but I can’t. I don’t want this. I never wanted this. I just want Zoriah.

“Fuck,” I growl as everything explodes. It starts at the base of my spine, and she moves faster, tightening her muscles around me. I have images of Zoriah playing all over the walls of my mind, trying to hold onto a memory of her to make this easier.

Thinking about Zoriah relaxes me. I easily slip into a fantasy where Zoriah is the one riding my cock, desperate to come. I would touch her body and help her through her orgasm. She would grow weaker after one release, so she would happily let me take over. Oh, and when I took over… She would want it hard. I could feel it in the way she gripped my cock on that table. Something forbidden is hidden inside of Zoriah, and I will give anything to let our demons have a chance to play together just one more time.

When it finally breaks and I come, Haley is panting and giggling as she flops down to lay across my chest. “Being in charge is fun and all, but… I really want you to lead one day,” Haley says with a whiny voice.

“Oh yeah?” I ask, looking down at her. “We’ll have to try that soon.”

“You mean it?” she asks as she sits up.

“I do,” I say with a smile. “Maybe when we are out tonight, we can have a little fun.”

“Oh! We can make Zoriah watch,” she grins.

“That would be fun,” I smile. She unties my wrists and places my hands on her thighs. I can see the doubt all over her face right now. I need to mitigate this before it grows into paranoia. When she leans back and unties my ankles and takes that stupid vibrator out of me, I grab her before she can get up.

“Huxley!” she squeals when I flip us and pin her to the table.

“What’s that look for?” I ask.

“Sometimes it just feels like you don’t want me,” she says with a frown. “Like you are just tolerating me so that everyone is nice to you.”

“What can I do to show you otherwise?” I ask.

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