AceThis day couldn't get much better than what it currently is. I have got to dance with my mini princess since I promised we would dance while she dresses like a princess. I got her a tiara present for after the pictures were all taken. I paid the guy a little extra to stay and take photos just for Winnie's princess photoshoot.It surprised me that out of all of my siblings, Jack was the one who was connecting the most with Winnie. He seemed to have a bond with her that I was slightly jealous of in a weird way. She was taking small rubber bands and sectioning his hair to stand on its end. Then taking different colored ribbons and attempting to tie them onto the ends. "Make me look like one of your French girls." He said while fluttering his eyelashes."You're so weird," Winnie said, not understanding the reference, thankfully. Queenie sits down next to Winnie, helps her cut ribbons into smaller pieces, and shows her how to tie them better.I look over at Tess, who looks so radiant;
TessMy legs felt like jello; Ace set me on the ground so quickly before he pulled some pants on and ran out of the room. Leaving me standing there dumbfounded and wobbly. Realizing quickly that I am not nearly as good in a crisis, I quickly throw on some sweats and a shirt; I start walking down the hall, putting my robe on before tying it because I don't have time to look for a bra or underwear. I doubt anyone would look at my nipples; if they were, they would have Ace to deal with. However, with how Joker yelled at Ace, I knew it must have been a difficult situation.I hear a loud explosion, and the adrenaline kicks in, pushing me forward. I have to get to Winnie; as I run down the hall, I regret not finding underwear. I can feel Ace's cum running down my leg. Unfortunately, there was no time to second guess my wardrobe selection; someone attacked us, and I had to toughen up.I make it to the living room; Winnie runs into my arms, and my panic briefly calms. I hold her close, kissin
AceThree attacks on the gates, and two are distractions, so we split our teams up. One car bomb at the front gates, one at the south section, and one at the east of the perimeter. Whoever dared to attack us on our home base was suicidal. They wanted us to pull our resources, so we were scattered and disadvantaged.We were all changing into our tactical gear, including our teams. It was a well-oiled machine. Our teams almost seemed gitty as they were getting ready. Everyone was wired and ready for action. Jack was trying to get all the rubber band hair ties out of his hair. Each time he was pulling out his hair and complaining, "Never again! I don't care how cute she is!""Just put a hat on over it! At least we got the ribbons out." King said, rolling his eyes as he put a black ball cap backward on Jack's head. "You know tomorrow if she would smile and bat her eyelashes at you, and you would let her make your hair pink.""No, your wrong! Red, maybe. But no, Pink, absolutely not! I hav
TessThey kept pushing us to go faster as we approached the bottom of the stairs. "Please, just let me hold Winnie. We will move faster that way." I said as we left the stairwell doors. They wanted her easy access to a human shield; I knew that, but it never hurt to play dumb. You could still hear gunfire from the outside, which gave me hope that they would at least let me hold her. Please be okay.We enter the cafeteria, and I see Greta lying on the floor at an unnatural angle with blood under her. I turn to pick up Winnie. I don't care what they say; they need us alive. I pull her to me a second too late, and she screams, "Greta! Mommy, you have to help wake Greta back up." She says as I cuddle her close to my chest, trying to calm our racing hearts. I wanted to get sick but kept pulling air into my lungs instead.I started to take steps that way, knowing I was probably too late to save Greta but wanting to try. "Don't you fucking move that way. Keep going through to the kitchen." H
AceMy rage is boiling under the surface. I am trying so hard not to let it show as Tess, and I make our way to our bedroom. I am so mad at myself for thinking I could protect them; I drastically underestimated my mother. But I know what I need to do, and Tess will significantly dislike it.I shut the bedroom door and pointed to the bathroom, "Go pee on the stick in there. It will help solidify my plan." I know it's the right thing to do. Winnie will be plagued with nightmares. I have to get this place in order; I can't pull my focus anymore. I need them safe, and I can't do that here."Do I get any say in this plan?" She spoke quietly, looking utterly defeated from today; her shoulders were slumped as she looked up at me with such sadness.I shook my head, "I need to discuss it with the others first. Then, I will do what's best to protect you and Winnie."She looks like she wants to argue but then goes into the bathroom and closes the door. When I hear her turn the faucet on to wash
TessI don't even remember falling asleep; once I woke up, it was with the smell of bacon in the air. Eyes still closed, hoping to get a little more sleep, I search for Winnie blindly to snuggle her close. Instead, I am met with emptiness beside me, making my heart rate speed up and panic take over. Yes, I know she is logically safe with someone, but tell that to my racing heart and an overwhelming sense of panic. I leap up to my feet and run out of the room but trip on the blankets I am entangled in.I kept reminding myself that it was natural to feel this overwhelming panic after waking up and not seeing my baby after what happened yesterday. Seeing that gun put to her head and being unable to comfort or be a mother to her in her time of need. The whole situation made me feel helpless; without my phone calls to Ace, they would have probably successfully taken us to their final destination.I get free from the blankets and run down the hall to the kitchen, where I see Winnie sitting
AceI witnessed my wife covering them both up while settling inside the box. This was incredibly hard to see for me. I never thought I would be the one to send them away. Trusting others seems foreign to me, recognizing we needed help to get them back as fast as possible. Hoping this trip would be quick, but I knew I wouldn't see them again for a while. Missing out on the first part of Tess's pregnancy once again, my mother took that from me.Winnie clutched onto the glow doll toy she found inside. The sound was off, hoping seeing something bright and fun would help. Tess puts noise-canceling headphones on her little head. Put a video for Bear to enjoy at the start of the journey. She gives me a tight smile, stress marring her face while she mouths; I love you at me as they close them up inside.Looking at everyone in the room, pausing on each one, making eye contact. "You all know what to do, right?" Making sure everyone knew the plan. This part of the plan needs to go smoothly. Ever
TessThis has undoubtedly been the longest day of my life. There have been three vehicle changes on the eight-hour drive. While trying to entertain a small child, we have only had two intense breakdowns. Quite positive that I was about to join her on that breakdown journey. The last vehicle change included fun wigs, so that helped the fun levels. Disappointed a princess outfit didn't come with the wigs. I tell her we mention that in the Yelp review. This satisfies her need to complain, at least.We were lying in the back of a... well, for a better term, a murder van. There were no windows in the back, along with no defining markers. "We are pulling into our friend's place now," Jack stated to us, and I exhaled in relief at this news.Van doors open, and a burly-looking man is smiling at us. He styled his blonde hair up into a messy bun while sporting a full beard. His eyes were the color of an amber whiskey and he had laugh lines around them. "I hear we have a princess coming to visit
JokerHer pussy is delicious as I continue to lap and suck. She leans forward, and my concentration gets broken for a second. I lock back in, and I pull her clit is now in my mouth. Which gives me access to let my fingers join the fun. She is wet enough as I tease two fingers around her hole. Not giving her any warning, I shove them both inside of her while sucking on her clit. I have wanted to do this for so long that I am making every second I have with her count. If I never get to do this again, this will have to live on in my head for the rest of my life. All the sounds she is making are music to my ears and makes me never want to stop. I feel her tighten around my fingers. I know her body inside and out, and I'm determined to show her that nobody can make her feel what I can. All the mental notes that I have made over the years from watching her are paying off. Finally, it's my turn to play. However, nothing could have prepared me for how good her mouth would feel. She swallows
Queenie Joker opens my door for exactly ten minutes. He is efficient, and even though that normally would please me. I pour another drink, hoping the burn of the bourbon will calm me down. The first one has done nothing to calm the rage I feel. The asshole moves closer to me, and that damn mark on his neck taunts me once more. It taunts me as I think of all the reasons she must be better than me. I grip my glass tight, and before I know it, I let my anger win as I launch it at his head. Joker’s quick reflexes kick in, and he ducks out of the way, and the glass connects to the wall, shattering. He knows what I am annoyed with and scoffs. “Seriously? How often have I had to see you get fucked or even hear it?” He moves so I am in his sight, and I can’t believe he is starting this conversation. I figured he would want to tiptoe around it like he normally does. He is the expert at dodging complicated issues with us. “That’s different, and you know it! I didn’t want to be with any of t
JokerNowI walk after Queen, trying to have this out here rather than in her apartments. What can I do to get her to squish this between us? I almost lost her all those years ago. I cannot do that again. I have to bite my fist as I walk behind her. Her ass looks amazing in those pants. Whoever invented yoga pants was in my good graces. The blood that stains them makes it that much hotter. After watching her kill Randall I didn't think I could want her more. However, I am so very wrong in that thought. This speed she maintains while walking, as I try to get her to listen to reason. She is so stubborn and I get that I fucked up but can't we just move past this? “Queen, can we just put this to bed?”My beautiful Queen turns around, glaring at me; she raises her pointer finger at me. I honestly think she might stab me if she had a knife. Instead of stabbing me, she jabs her pointer finger at me, poking me in the chest. She was a sexy, vengeful goddess, her face splattered with blood. He
Queenie Packing for a mission that I don’t want to be on in the first place is putting me in a piss poor mood. I went to the gym and beat the ever-living shit out of a punching bag, picturing the crying bitches face. The faceless woman was the least of my problems, but right now, she was the easiest person to be pissed off at. Was she everything I wasn’t? I bet she was soft where she needed to be and had big doe eyes that could cry so pretty. If I figured Joker out, he would need someone who would be soft and listen to everything he said or wanted. Yeah, I know that’s never going to be me. Maybe that’s part of my problem is that I know exactly what I want. Or at least I think I do. Someone to take charge of me in the bedroom. Someone that can blow my mind by shutting the damn thing off. I cannot seem to focus enough on my pleasure. My mind is always getting away from me. It might be time to face facts and realize that the toys that line my closet will be the closest thing to a rel
QueenieDesk duty, training and recruiting was now my life. My brothers were all supportive of me stepping back from fieldwork. I think they were all a little relieved, nothing like watching or hearing about your sister having sex with marks. Not that any of them would slut shame me, of course.I wasn’t sure if I would enjoy desk duty, but I love it. More or less, I get to help organize missions and helping coordinate people. It thrilled Ace about that aspect took some of the pressure off him. The man thought he had to shoulder all the Deck’s burdens on his shoulders. We all were capable. He doesn’t enjoy ordering us around unless he has to.I didn’t play with Barbies when I was little. Mother wouldn’t have allowed that. Instead, we would run strategies with army men. She had members of cartels, the mafia, military generals, and officials who owed her favors, and taught us everything. She created her own personal army generals with her children.We were the clay, and she molded us to
I sit and wait until my Queen finishes gathering the files we need. The one pump chump is sleeping on the couch. I watch her exit the room with a thumb drive in hand. She was so incredibly sexy and looked sexually frustrated. Her sexy mouth is pinching together, which makes me want to run my thumb over them. As she sorts herself out, I collect my things. I open the blacked-out car, waiting for her on the street below.As I watched her exit the building, my Queen sobbed as she carried herself across the street. The sight makes me want to run to get her, to help her into the car. However, I know that would only piss her off further. When she opens the door, she practically falls into the leather seat. Mascara is running down her face, with tears choking her. The only time that I want to see her like this would be if she were gagging on my cock. That thought gets me hard, wanting to lick her tears away.“Was he that bad?” I try to lighten the mood, not knowing how to improve this situati
Three years later.QueenieMissions with Joker were always difficult for me. It had been three years since he rescued me and helped me. We agreed to never talk about that time ever again. I decided to do this in silence, neither needing to say it out loud.He was the only one to know my shame, was the only one to see me in such a state. My blood-soaked vigilante looked like the angel of death coming to rescue me. I touch myself to that thought often.This mission was to get information from a member of the Senate. I have slowly laid my groundwork for the past week, and he is completely smitten with me. He was middle-aged, fit, and, of course, married. His wife also signed a prenup, so he cannot get a dime unless he cheats on her. We rarely end up getting a mission that coronates with another.Otherwise, this would be a Dimond’s card play. Both cards got played. Usually, I would send one of my agents in, but the information needed. The Jack of Diamonds got played, so someone equal to h
Queenie**Trigger warnings ahead - Sexual Assault, loss of fertility. Unsure of how long I have been here, my whole body hurt. They swelled my right eye shut, and my left was burning from a cut in my eyebrow. I'm pretty sure my arms are out of socket, but I might as well not dwell on that. I doubt there was a spot on me that was unmarked. At some point, I stopped fighting everything. I would close my eyes and picture the one person I wanted. Every masked man was Joker. At some point, it would start bringing me pleasure rather than pain.This ended up working to my advantage. They didn’t enjoy me finding pleasure in their torture. That thought made me smile, and my dry, cracked lips bleed. I hope they will let me go, or at least kill me. I would be thankful for death and embrace it like my friend. I no longer have the will to fight any longer.I hope my brothers and Joker kill Mother and these men for this. It was hard to fathom that a mother could do this to their child. There was no
Five years earlier...**Trigger warnings ahead of mentions of sexual abuse, sexual assault, physical and mental abuse**JokerI wake up still fighting invisible forces. My head throbs worse than any hangover could, but all I know is that I have to get to Queenie. Her voice screaming out in fright still rang in my ears, and I could do nothing to stop it. My eyes dart around the room, looking for a way out. I could not break the restraints that held my arms prisoner, to my dismay. I can hear them creaking, and I know that at some point, they will give way. This gives me motivation. As much as my body aches, I pull myself up before I let myself drop back down. Fuck, it hurt like a son-of-a-bitch, but I knew it would break.The large tv turns on in front of me, surprising me and throwing me off balance. Regina was staring at me with a look of victory already written on her face. A sense of calm runs throughout my body. This is just a training mission. I must endure whatever she thinks wil