Page 1 of Girls Night
Violante – Ally Vance
Prologue
Farren
I’ve been watching her, the girl in the cage, forced to view every despicable act my father inflicts on her with the help of my brother. I’m a student of my father’s twisted lessons, aimed at educating me on how to be a normal woman. If this is what it means to be with a man, I want no part of it.
I tried for so long to smother the truth about myself. I should’ve realized what would happen when I admitted it, but I never expected to see so much of our father in my brother, Tucker. I thought there was only one tyrant living within these walls; I was so wrong, and now an innocent young woman is paying the price for my unnatural desires.
Tears stream down my face as I watch her body convulse with pain beneath the weight of my father. I wish I could pierce my eardrums to block out her screams that are so loud they make my entire soul shake. Every time I try to look away, my brother’s hand roughly squeezes my jaw to force my face forward again.
I don’t know how long has passed since they snatched and imprisoned her in the basement of our home: days, weeks, months? No matter how many times I watch them with her, it doesn’t change the core of who I am, and my heart only aches more with a yearning to help her. I’m as helpless as she is, though. The only difference is I’m a prisoner without any physical bars to pen me in.
Chapter One
Violante
Disgust and agony make my stomach churn as the two men take it in turns to violate me in front of the young woman. I don’t know the exact details of why I’m here, but I’ve picked up enough bits of conversation in between their thrusts and grunts of pleasure to be able to guess. ‘Correction’ and ‘lesson’ are two of the older man’s favorite words to throw around, and the tear-filled gaze of the pretty young woman who’s being forced to watch as I’m abused, over and over, tells me the rest.
Her name is Farren. She’s like me, and in their eyes, we’re abominations who need to undergo behavioral modification for such a simple and beautiful thing as falling in love. Except, in our case, it’s not with men, it’s with other women. The older man, who I’ve learned is her father, doesn’t seem too bothered that I don’t get wet when he fumbles between my thighs, trying to induce some kind of pleasure within me. His ministrations aren’t for my benefit; he only wants to make it easier for him and his son to fuck me. My enjoyment has nothing to do with it. The lesson he seeks to impart with their display of male dominance and virility is all that’s important to him.
Farren’s unnatural pale gray eyes hold me hostage, like the bars of the cage surrounding me. There’s an unspoken desperation in their depths, a vain hope that if she holds my gaze she can spare me. Nothing can spare me this torment, not even her. I want to scream, but the hand around my throat chokes off any sound, muffling my pleas while the inhuman grunts of the man behind me smother the rest. His movements increase in tempo, and the force of his thrusts make my bare knees scrape against the rough wooden board beneath them. The closer he gets to finishing, the more the sounds of his pleasure rise in volume, and my stomach attempts to revolt at what I know is coming next.
“Take it all girl. That’s it. Feel my hard cock inside that little pussy just like it’s meant to be,” he bites out before thrusting in one last time and stilling.
I wish I could escape my body as easily as the tears dripping slowly down my face. I watch them fall to the floor, landing between my hands in dark spots on the hard wood.
The older man spanks my ass once, and I squeak when he pulls out of my body. His cock slides up the seam of my ass, leaving a trail of cum. Now my tears aren’t the only thing leaking from me. I gag at the sensation, but the hand around my throat tightens, cutting me off.
A rough voice whispers in my ear his tone almost sweet in faux seduction, “You better start learning to like it because we’re far from done with you.”
His words are anything but alluring.
Letting go of my neck, he stands up. I hear the rustle of denim as he pulls his jeans back up over his hips and buttons them closed. I turn my head to watch him leave the cage, and as he exits the room, he addresses Farren, who’s been studiously attending to her ‘lesson’.
“Clean her up and remember the rules.”
The rules.
I flinch at the reminder of when I learned the ‘rules’.
I haven’t been here long, but I know I’m never likely to escape whatever fate awaits me when they’re done with me. I’m already praying for the escape death would bring. The young woman with gray eyes has accompanied the two men every time. She’s never been a part of what they’re doing to me, but her gaze rarely falters from watching the scene.
Today it seems the older man has decided he wants to debase me even further than he’s done before. Having already humiliated me, he pulls out of my pussy and repositions his disgusting organ so it’s pressing against the only part of me left untouched, and then he rips his way back into my body.
My vision goes white, and my eardrums feel like they’ve ruptured and are bleeding from the volume of my screams. I can’t breathe. When I finally regain my sight and hearing over the sounds I’m making, I realize he’s shouting at the other man.
“Tucker! Get the fuck over here and help me remind Farren what all this is for.” I can just about see her blanch when he shouts again, this time at her.“Farren! Remember what I’ve taught you. You will pay attention and recite the rules while we educate you further.”
I can’t do anything as the two men begin again to abuse and humiliate me. Even though Tucker shows less conviction, he’s still rough in his treatment of me. Farren’s soft voice is the only thing keeping me sane as I focus entirely on her in an attempt to blot out the pain and agony they’re inflicting. However, when Tucker roughly fills my mouth, my eyes water, my sobs are cut off, and my view of her is obscured as she begins her recital.
“I want to be with men, not women.
I must watch every moment of the lesson.
On completion of the lesson, I must clean her up and get out.
I won’t touch her for too long.
