Page 51 of Ravaged
Axe came forward, holding a black nightstick, thick and intimidating.
No, I couldn’t do that. It was worse than a paddle. Worse than a baseball bat. It would bruise me. He could break my bones with it.
“Tell them, Dad,” I said. Tears leaked out of my eyes. “Please, Dad!”
Axe stepped closer, hitting the baton into his open palm. The weight of it alone made my breath catch in my throat.
“Please, please, please,” I cried. I looked around. No one moved.
Ethan met my eyes. The onyx color reflected me. I tried to beg, tried to scream, tried to say ‘please,’ but the word wouldn’t come out anymore. Ethan’s bottom lip twitched.
Axe put a hand on my lower back, then ran the nightstick along my ass, dragging it against my back hole. I squeezed my eyes shut. No. I couldn’t do this. Not now.
“You’ll get used to it,” Axe said in a low voice, then started to put pressure on my hole.
“Stop,” Ethan said. He came forward. I was hyperventilating. I could barely breathe. “She’s my captive.” He looked at Gerard. “Let me do it instead.”
Gerard shrugged, then adjusted the knife into Dad’s throat. I swallowed a hard gulp. “What do you think, Dad?” Gerard asked in a playful tone. “My son, Ethan, has probably been fucking your daughter every night. Knows the exact ways to fuck her sweet little cunt until she moans like a whore,” he laughed, “or cries.”
Dad sniffled. Another tear went down my cheek. I lifted my head as much as I could, but I couldn’t see behind me. Where was Ethan?
“I don’t see why he shouldn’t, do you?” Gerard asked. “Go on, son.”
The thuds of Axe’s heavy boots faded, but the sound of the nightstick in Ethan’s palm became louder.
This wouldn’t be easy, but I knew that it would be okay. Better than it would have been with Axe.
Ethan might hurt me, but he’d never harm me.
Whack!The nightstick stung worse than anything I had ever endured. The pain went deeper than my skin; the weight of it struck my bones. If I hadn’t been strapped to the bench, I might’ve collapsed.Whack!The other side of my ass. My breath caught in my throat. I could handle this. It was so much better to be hurt by this instrument than to be ass-raped by it, like Axe had planned.Whack!I could deal with this. I could endure it. The pain would pass. And Ethan would be there in the end.Whack!White light flickered in front of my eyes, and the deep biting pain penetrated me all over. I closed my eyes. I couldn’t fight it anyway. My cheeks were soaked in tears.
The rustle of pants and clothes. A gentle touch along my lower lips, using my moisture to lubricate my back hole. At least there was that. It was pathetic. To be so grateful, that at least, it wasn’t a stranger. That at least it was Ethan, a man I actually wanted.
I could do this. In some ways, I even wanted it. Even though it hurt.
“Fuck her already,” someone said, though I couldn’t tell who.
With one quick movement, Ethan burst through my opening. I cried out. Closed my eyes. Hoped that Dad wasn’t watching, that he was able to go somewhere else in his mind. I pretended like it was just us. If they weren’t there, if Dad and my life weren’t on the line, I would have liked this. I would have wanted Ethan to fuck my ass. I could have enjoyed it.
Once he stuck his full length in the hole, he eased in and out, at a slow pace at first.
“So god-damn tight,” he muttered.
He held my hips, his hands resting over one of the belts, then increased his speed.
In my mind, we weren’t there at all. We were in his room. We had enjoyed a long day. We played with each other. I made music. Ethan told his stories. We listened to each other. I told jokes. And Ethan laughed. He smiled for me. Then Ethan held me down, forced me to kiss him, and I felt safe. I felt wanted. I felt loved. In my mind, we weren’t there at all. We were friends. We were lovers. We weren’t real anymore.
