Page 25 of Greedy Grizzly
I was confident my foster dad had no trouble convincing them to agree to have sex with a teenager.
Plus, he was their leader. They respected him. Admired him. Loved him.
I had been present when he’d told them they were saving me from the fires of hell. To say I had been shocked by his proposal would be a joke compared to my reaction when they agreed. Mortified would be an understatement.
And yes, I had cried during the meeting as he went into depth about the women’s part in mytherapy. They had honestly believed it was their moral duty to help save me from sin.
Really? How?
By forcing themselves on me, while my foster parents watched the whole thing?
Like now, Basil had stood at the side of the bed in an intimidating stance with his belt in hand. Juniper could always be found seated in the corner. Her meek demeanor changed when she entered my bedroom.
After some research in the school library, I had figured out they were voyeurs and fucking sick in the head.
“That’s it, baby boy,” Joy said, picking up speed on top of me. “Slip a finger in and do that thing I like.”
Great, now she was giving me orders, too. To get it over with, I obeyed and cupped her breast with my free hand and pinched her nipple.
“God, yes!” she cried. “You’re so good at this. You’d make any woman happy.” Joy howled through her powerful orgasm, then collapsed on top of me.
This wasn’t the first time she’d said I was good at sex. It wasn’t hard. I was literally following everyone’s orders. It was like making cookies from a recipe.
Step one: gather all the ingredients and measure them out properly.
Step two: add to a bowl.
Step three: mix well, then scoop onto a baking sheet.
Step four: place in a preheated oven.
Ten to twelve minutes later, voila, freshly baked cookies. Or in this case, orgasmic bliss and a satisfied woman.
I tried not to show emotion, but I couldn’t fake the exhaustion I felt. Or hide the sweat from the vigorous workout I’d just been through.
During my first year ofsessionswith the women, I’d tried to refuse and fight back, but my disobedience had made Basil beat me into submission. Once I had accepted my fate and surrendered to the forced sex, it had become a mindless act. I’d get into the zone and enjoy myself.
As I said, pleasure was pleasure. I’d get my release and I wasn’t ashamed to admit it felt good. Of course, later on I’d hate myself for being weak and I’d plot their deaths. All of them.
“You’ll be graduating soon,” Basil said as he moved toward me. “What should we do about you?”
“What’s there to do?” I probably shouldn’t have asked. Maybe I didn’t want to know his intentions. I’d be eighteen, a legal adult, no longer in the system. They wouldn’t receive a check for me anymore.
Wasn’t he going to let me leave the house?
For as long as I could remember, I’d been dreaming of being on my own and away from Basil and Juniper.
I wasn’t afraid of living on the streets. Anything would be better than this place, then I could try to find my older brother, Logan. He’d promised to come back for me, but he hadn’t. It had taken many years before I realized he’d been lying the day he said good-bye to me.
Joy startled me when she pecked my lips. “See you later, baby boy.” She climbed off me, grabbed a robe Juniper handed to her and put it on. They whispered to each other, then Joy left the room.
Before I could scramble to my feet and put my clothes on, Basil cleared his throat. I knew better than to move from my spot. My session wasn’t over and he had more to say.
Not to mention the other women were waiting for their turn. Nevermind me needing recovery time. Nope, I was supposedly young and virile and could handle it.
“What’s there to do, you ask?” Basil tapped his index finger on his lips. “That’s a good question. Let’s think out loud about this, shall we?”
My heart seized. Something felt very off, worse than forcing me to have sex with older women.
