Page 15 of Be My Sinner

I don’t want to wait for Momma in my room, and I want to show Daddy my ribbons, so I skip out of the kitchen area, ignoring Cook’s calls. Momma has to be with Daddy in the office. I wonder if Gabriel is with them? I stroll across the large foyer, humming to myself, and that’s when I notice our front door is wide open. Two men are standing on our front porch wearing the dark blue soldiers’ uniforms with the crest of the sacrament on their arms. Weird.

What were soldiers doing here in our house? My eyes move across the large space, and I notice two more guards standing tall and like rigid statues through the window around the porch. I turn my eyes back inside and am met with two dark brown eyes and a face lacking all warmth and emotion. I knew him, and he wasn’t very nice. He was one of Zeke’s dad’s guards. Gabriel, Zeke, and Abe always made fun of how he followed Zeke’s dad around like a shadow, even to the bathroom. What does someone need protecting from in the bathroom?

What is he doing in my house? Is Zeke’s dad here to see my daddy? Is Zeke here to play with Gabriel? Butterflies sprout in my tummy at the thought of seeing Zeke. He was kind of rude and a little loud, but that didn’t stop me from having a crush on him. He has the prettiest green eyes, like summer grass.

The mean guard’s eyes narrow on me, and I watch intently as a grimace crosses his face. He doesn’t seem to like me very much. I don’t know why; everyone likes me. I’m daddy’s angel and momma’s sweet girl. I never get in trouble, unlike Gabriel and his friends.

“Is...is…my…momma in there?” My voice comes out with a slight stutter, and I can hear the fear and uncertainty in my tone. Why am I so scared? I tighten my little fists at my sides to stop myself from shaking. There’s nothing to be scared of; Daddy is here somewhere, and he will protect me from the mean guard.

His head cocks to the side at my question as his eyes travel from my blue ballet flats over my bare legs and across my pale pink dress. The way his eyes are staring at me makes me uncomfortable. The hair on my arms stands straight up as I shift from foot to foot. I want my momma to come put herself between me and him. I want my big brother; he will protect me. I’d even settle for loud-mouth Abe to come stand with me right now.

His head tips to the side, indicating the door, and I slowly inch forward, watching him from the corner of my eye as I reach for the handle and slowly turn it. I can see him take a step forward towards me. Panic starts to build in the pit of my stomach, my heart rate picks up speed, and my little chest huffs with a breath that’s coming in and out of my lungs too quickly. Fear washes over me like a cascade of rain, drenching every part of my body and making a cold sweat break out over my neck and back.

I don’t know how I know, but this man wants to do bad things to me. To hurt me and make me cry. I need to get away from him quickly and find my parents or brother. I would even settle for those jerks, Zeke and Abe. They wouldn’t let him hurt me. Hopefully.

I quickly turn the handle and push the door open, stumbling inside as I feel his fingers brush against my long, dark hair. A frightened whimper escapes my lips as my eyes widen, and a scream crawls up my chest, ready to vacate my body.

I stumble in my first step into the room, almost falling down to my knees with my head still turned back in fear of the man behind me. I take another step forward, and my eyes turn to the room to look for my mother. That’s when the sounds of crying, whimpers, and grunts reach me.

I can’t see my momma; so many men are standing around blocking the view of the front of Daddy’s desk, but I can hear her. I can also hear the low murmuring of multiple male voices and soft slapping noises.

What was happening in here? Why did some of these men not have any pants on? My face heats with embarrassment at some of the hairy legs I’m seeing. I almost swallow my tongue when I see a white hairy bum in front of me. Did these men confuse my dad’s office for a bathroom? Where was my momma and my daddy?

“Make her cry out, Paul; she doesn’t seem to be begging for the Lord’s mercy loud enough. The whore that she is, she needs to scream,” a man to the side bellows out, and the rest laugh at his words.

Whore? That was a bad word, and not one daddy allowed in our house. Abe had used that word a few weeks ago to describe one of the maids, and my dad had slapped him on the back of the head for saying it. This man was going to be in big trouble with my daddy if he heard him say it.

“Whose turn is it? She’s already sloppy wet with cum,” another voice questions.

“Gotta love a dirty whore who knows how to take a train run on her. You’re such a good little slut, aren’t you, Maria? You should give my wife some pointers on how to take it in all her holes.” More laughter fills the room as I take another step forward. Why is this man talking to my momma like that? Saying all these horrible things to her.

“I’m next in her ass. It’s still semi-tight, unlike that gaping stretched-out pussy,” a loud booming voice cackles, one I recognize as Abe’s dad as he steps forward towards the desk. That’s when I realize it was his hairy ass I was looking at. Gross!

As he moves forward, I glimpse my momma’s side profile, naked and bent over my daddy’s desk. A man on the other side is holding her hair tight in his grasp. Her face is pressed up close against his body. I can’t see her eyes or mouth from how he holds her head. Another man is standing behind her naked and holding tight to her waist.

There are red marks all over Momma’s skin, and she has a handprint on her bottom. I grit my teeth hard; someone spanked my momma. She’s not a bad girl; she shouldn’t be hit; she’s an angel. My little fists tighten at my side with anger. I watch Abe’s dad climb up on my daddy’s thick desk and bend to his knees, straddling my mom’s lower back and bottom. He runs his fingers between her bum cheeks, and my face flushes red. Yuck, why is he touching my momma’s bum?

He does something with the large worm in his hand against Momma’s bottom, and she lets out a pained cry. Tears slide down her face as the man with his grip on her hair makes her swallow another worm. His fingers tighten on her nose until she’s thrashing around on the desk. She looks like she is in pain. Why are they hurting her?

“STOP!! You’re hurting my momma! Stop, please!” I scream and rush forward, only to be grabbed from behind by a thick arm around my waist and pulled right off my feet. I thrash and kick in the hold, trying to release myself to help my momma. A grunt behind me with a whispered “little cunt” is the only warning I have that it is the scary soldier restraining me. I hear my mom’s muffled screams as she tries her hardest to push the men off of her, but there are too many holding her down, and she is just a little thing.

“FUCK! What is she doing in here?” Another man’s voice, loud and startling, pierces the air. I recognize it as Zeke’s dad’s voice as he steps into my line of sight while the soldier holding me tight pulls me back.

“You’re hurting her! Let go of me! Where’s my daddy?” I scream, slap, and scratch at the hand holding me tightly.

“Let go of her!” My dad’s voice yells from the far corner of the room, and I watch with tears pouring down my face as he rushes forward, pushing men out of the way. He makes it in front of me, bending down to his knees as the arms holding me release me, and I stumble into his arms.

“It’s okay, angel. It’s going to be alright.” He tries to calm me down as his arm wraps around my waist tightly, pulling me into the safe haven of his arms, as he tucks my head into his chest. My dad’s scent should be soothing, but it’s not, and all I can smell is the sweat in the room. He is my knight, my protector. Why isn’t he protecting momma?

I can still hear momma struggling and the men hurting her. The more she tries to push them off, the harder they push against her and pull her hair. Then, a loud crack sounds in the air, followed by another. I peek over my father’s shoulder to watch as Abe’s dad slaps Momma over and over across the face. “Settle down, slut. Do your sacred duty to your Lord.”

“Daddy, please! They are hurting her! Please make them stop!” I beg, anger filling me at the sound of my momma’s, cries and the joking and laughing happening around us. Most of the men are ignoring me and Daddy now, their eyes focused back on what is happening to Momma on the desk.

“She’ll be alright, angel. Don’t look. We need to get you out of here.” My dad tries to take a step forward towards the door with my body pressed firmly against him, but I fight his hold. There is no way I am leaving momma in here alone with these animals hurting her. I don’t understand why my daddy is allowing them to hurt her. He loves her. He tells her all the time. “No, you can’t leave Momma! They’re hurting her!”

“Let her stay, Francis. Maybe she can learn something. She’ll be a Sacred Wife in a few years and needs to learn her duties. Especially if she’s going to marry Ezekiel one day.” Noah, Zeke’s dad, calls out and moves toward us. He is thankfully still wearing pants, but they are undone, and he looks messy. Disgust fills me looking at him, and I curl my lip and bare my teeth like a wild animal at him. I don’t want to marry Zeke. I don’t want to marry anyone!

“She’s ten years old, Noah! For fuck sake, I’m not letting my little girl watch you all gangbang her mom, regardless if she’s to be a Sacred Wife or not.” My dad’s angry tone sends a shiver racing down my spine, and his hold on me tightens. What is a gangbang? I’m going to be a Sacred Wife? I don’t want to be a Sacred Wife if I have to do what momma is doing.

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