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BrodyWe were all back at Moe's except Stern. He, like me, had had our phones with us the whole time. If we ever became suspects, having an alibi provided by friends and family probably wasn't going to help. At least not against the cold hard facts of phone records. I watched him leave, and I wondered if he was really going home. I saw him go into that room at the end of the hall. He was there for a while, so I followed. I heard him talking to the girl locked in there from my vantage point at the door. I didn't stay to see whether he opened her cage or not. The girl sounded lucid and not harmed by the trauma she must have suffered. At least not enough to not know what she wanted. Her freedom. If Stern was going to give her that, I was going to let him.He had offered marriage as a way to stay in the U.S. That was quite a leap and very surprising. I didn't know him well enough to know why he would offer such a thing. I had no way of knowing whether she would take him up on the offer or
KylieWhen I first woke up, I had the luxury of not remembering yesterday. For about three seconds. Then it all came crashing back. The abduction. The cages. The men who forced us to... My brain shut down. I wasn't ready to analyze those hours spent with them right now. I had a splitting headache, but I wasn't sure why. I had to pee and I was starving.I tried to sit up and my head started throbbing. Why did it hurt so bad? I felt something rub on my thigh and pulled the blankets off enough to see a bandage there. I laid back down even though my bladder felt like it was about to burst. Everything had changed. Yet nothing had. My bed was soft and firm. My comforter smelled like fabric softener and the world outside of this room was still moving. I heard the neighborhood waking up.But I wasn't the same. I had done things. Things I couldn't see myself telling Brody. I wanted to but just the thought of forcing those words out of my mouth was terrifying. One, I would have to relive it. And
KylieIt has been two weeks since I was rescued. I have started to see a therapist. At first, it didn't seem to help, but after a few sessions I did feel a bit lighter. Today had been hard, and I wasn't sure whether I felt better for it or not. I had finally been able to go into some detail about the incident, and I was tired. Emotionally drained.No one wanted to leave me on my own and today was Roberta's turn to babysit me. Don't get me wrong, I was grateful. And in truth, I wasn't ready to be truly alone. I knew that he who shall not be named, was dead, but I still felt anxious. For a lot of reasons. Would the cartel figure out it was the men in my life that had destroyed their operation here? That was a big one, and I couldn't voice that to my therapist either. I had to hold on to it. Maybe I should talk to my dad about it instead. Then I also felt bad for Mom. I had to hide from her the fact that he who shall not be named, was dead. Gone and never coming back. I was thinking that
BrodyIt's only been two weeks, so of course, I am still worried about Kylie. Mom talked with her today, and I'm glad she was able to get a few details from her. It put all of our minds at ease that she was willing to talk, even a little. I did want details of her time at Edgar's, but I also didn't. Kylie had been hurt but, in her own words, it wasn't in the worst way. She and Analiese had been tortured and sexual8ly assaulted. I selfishly wanted her all better right now, but I understood that these types of abuses needed time to heal. I had hope now for her recovery though. I wouldn't put a time limit on how long she needed. But I did wish I had a magic pill that would make everything all better. It killed me that she was hurt at all. It comes back to Stern being in the right place at the right time that we were able to find them before worse things could happen. I couldn't thank the guy enough, but I hadn't seen him lately.In order to be there for Kylie, I did something I had never
KylieI ran back to my room and shut the door behind me. I had followed Brody to the bathroom because I had a question, I guess, I don't remember now. It was a surprise to find him undressed so quickly. It had just been moments since he walked out of my room. He is so fucking beautiful naked. Phenomenal, really. His chest and abs looked sculpted by a master. Even the muscle in his thighs were defined. But he was flesh and blood. His cock was sublime. It stood proudly beneath my gaze. Then he stroked himself slowly, waiting for my reaction. It almost felt like he was treating me like a wounded bird. That made sense in a way. He worked himself, and as he did, he gently and painstakingly brought out my arousal. I couldn't look away. I definitely couldn't walk away. I stepped in and shut the door.I wanted him so badly in those moments, and that hadn't happened in a while. But was it my mind or my pussy that had a 'closed for business' sign? I needed to talk that out with my therapist. But
Warning!! This chapter might be triggering for some. Explicit details of assault. You can continue on to the next chapter, just know that Kylie told Brody everything that happened to her before her rescue.BrodyI had my appointment with the therapist, and she had some great insight into how I might be able to help Kylie. In the short term, one of her suggestions had me pretty excited. Apparently, she had also mentioned this to Kylie, but Kylie had not expressed any interest in it. However, I say the potential for getting out some pent-up emotions was a great idea. There is an actual thing called a rage room. The business will set up a room and let you destroy everything inside. Unfortunately, the closest one to us was in West Palm Beach, which was about an hour away, so not very practical. I talked with Oscar about it. He found a junkyard where he knew a guy that would let the girls take out their rage on an old car. I had sledgehammers in the back of the truck. Oscare was bringing An
Warning!! Kylie has a mental breakdown after her confession to Brody. This might be triggering for some of you. I'm sorry, but I started this, and now I have to finish it.KylieI woke up sometime in the night. I was thirsty and I have to pee. Brody was wrapped around me and that wasn't unusual. What was strange were my surroundings. We were on the new couch in Brody's living room. Then it all flooded back to me. I told him everything. Goosebumps pricked my skin. What if he treated me differently now? What if he didn't want me anymore? I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself, but I couldn't stay in his arms anymore. I was damaged. He wouldn't want me. I didn't want me. Dark thoughts crossed my mind as I struggled to get up and out of his embrace."Kylie?" he asked groggily, but I couldn't look at him. My throat closed and I couldn't speak."Kylie," he said in a firmer tone. "What's wrong?""Bathroom," I muttered as I continued out of the room and down the hallway. I shut the door an
Brody - Two months laterKylie and I decided to move into my apartment. We have everything we need now. Furniture for the living room. Dishes, pots and pans for the kitchen. Kylie had even done a little decorating. Her dresser was in our bedroom next to mine. Her clothes are in the closet. We were working on a tight budget, but it was cute and cozy. And it was now our home.Kylie and I had still not made love. I was trying to be patient but I wanted her so badly. In fact, I was almost afraid that once we did it again, I would have performance anxiety. I wanted it to be good for her, but I was worried she would be triggered by something and we would have to start all over again. I'd waited years to be with her like that. Months shouldn't be a problem, right? But now I knew how she felt and the sounds she made, and I was losing my mind. I needed to fuc8k. I never wanted to be that guy but seeing her in her little shorts and tight tops; her breasts spilling out or her camel toe on displa
AnalieseWhen I woke, I was sore everywhere, it seemed. I flipped on my stomach and pushed myself off the bed. When I went to the bathroom, I stood over the toilet, not even trying to sit down. That was only ten licks. He had promised twenty, and I had a feeling he would deliver the rest. I had requested the riding crop next, and I wasn't looking forward to it at the moment.Then I thought about all the things he did as a whole, and I was ready to go find him. He'd denied me orgasms so far. I was hoping for a final result with fireworks at the end. My throat was sore, my as8s was sore. If he fu8cked me that hard again, my pus8sy would be sore - I did feel a slight twinge - but it was nothing compared to the other pain. It wasn't even noon yet.I wasn't complaining, however. I had gotten so wet, so hot and bothered while he spanked me that my pu8sy was quivering by the time he slid inside me. I would have orgas8med in just a few more strokes. I didn't want Oscar to know that I was enjo
OscarI wasn't really mad anymore, but she didn't need to know that. I would never touch her in anger. That was a big no-no for a Dom. She'd chosen the wooden paddle and I would need her on her feet, bent over the edge of the bed. The wood was thick and long, kinda like me (hehe), so I wanted to make sure that I got her butt cheeks. The fattiest areas were best for this device. I didn't want to mistakenly hit her back, which I wouldn't, but I wanted to be safe. This was her first punishment and her first real spanking. Twenty licks was a lot too, but I couldn't go easy on her. She put herself in danger by leaving and going to his house, even if he wasn't there.Nope. Stop thinking about it. I didn't want to risk getting angry again. I was interested in what she and Mindy had to say to one another, but that could wait. I would scold her while she received her punishment. She needed a good dressing down. I worried about her the whole time she was gone. I got enough shi8t going on not to
MindyThere was a knock at the door. It was only eight in the morning. I didn't usually have visitors knock so early, so it was curious. I was an early riser, a thing that drove Dylan crazy. He hated getting up early and usually worked a second or third shift so he could sleep in. He never came home last night, which was also curious. I wondered if this had something to do with that.An ominous feeling fell over me. It sucked because I was on a serious high after my night with the guys. It had been wonderful, and it made me examine why I had put up with Dylan for all these years. Kent and J.J. were seriously good lovers without the bent of cruelty that Dylan had. It was a revelation really. I didn't feel used or abused or taken for granted this morning. I'd felt delighted.I looked out the peephole with a bit of shock. Analiese. She was a bit older, but exactly how I remember her from high school. I was going to get some bad news, I just knew it. I opened the door to face my fate."He
OscarAna made some valid points. She wanted to be informed about things going on in her own life. I get that. Not many people like to be left in the dark, especially when it pertains to their own lives. I had my reasons for not giving her the plan, mostly because I didn't want her inside freaking out about what was going on outside. I didn't have time to get her out of here, not when I thought Dylan might be out there watching.I didn't want to wait until dinner. I lied a bit when I said I was calling Moe. I needed to ask Bill to look around the house and see if he finds any indication that someone had been looking in the windows at her old house. I don't think this is the first time Dylan has done something like this. I need information to move forward.It was one of the days that Bill decided to work from home. He went outside immediately when I explained the situation. He remembered Dylan from the high school days and knew that something had happened to break them up. I had explai
AnalieseThere is a war going on inside me. First, I want to be strong. I am strong. I've gotten through to the other side of what could have been a tragedy in my life. The second part, I needed help to get there. Oscar was there for me every step of the way. I no longer sit around moping, thinking why me? I moved forward towards the goal of being myself again. So then, I'm strong again. A continuous and seemingly endless circle.Where would I be if he hadn't called me that first night in the car after our rescue? I shudder to think that I would be lying around my house, depressed and alone. With no hope. What is worse than living without hope? Nothing. Those without hope struggle to live, to move on and recover. They often use violence against themselves. They become addicts to escape. They may even contemplate death. I cringe. I'd never been down that road in my mind before and shied away from its implications.Oscar didn't talk about it with me last night, but I know Dylan was afte
MindyDylan left after he showered. I didn't expect him home anytime soon. When he says he'll be late, it's always true. I'm surprised that he actually left me alone. He's never had me entertain the guys without him supervising and directing the action. He's definitely the dominant personality of their trio. I was wondering how Kent and J.J. would act without Dylan here while I made dinner for one. I knew Dylan would get something to eat while he was out. It was his M.O.Because I knew him so well, I also knew he stepped out on me occasionally. I used to let it bother me, but once I realized he was never going to marry me, I let my heart grow cold for him. Now we are basically nothing more than friends with benefits. Roommates who fu8cked. He would call me his submissive. And while I was submissive to him, I didn't really like that title. I liked to say we were fuc8k buddies. Anyway, I'd taken up messing around with other men too. So I guess you could say we are even.I don't flaunt my
Dylan (POV by request)Warning: Degradation and Humiliation Kink That May Be Disturbing for Some Readers.As soon as Mindy came home from work, I pulled her inside and threw her over the back of the couch. I shoved her dress up and pulled her thong aside. My di8ck had been hard all day from seeing Analiese. She was so pretty and innocent looking. I'd been so close to fu8cking her back in high school. I put in all the work, then she found out about me and Mindy. To top it off, Oscar got involved, and it was game over for me with Ana. I've been pretty resentful ever since.Mindy had only been a toy to pass time with back then. I needed to fu8ck and Mindy liked to spread her legs. Next thing I knew, we had moved in together. She was no innocent. Not like Ana. I know I would have been her first, if I had just been more discreet. Fuc8ing Mindy behind the bleachers was a colossal mistake. It had been Mindy's idea. She loves public se8x even to this day. But Mindy was a who8re. She had fuc8ke
OscarI watched her fine ass walk away from me and I sighed. Now was not the time to get hard. I used my imagination anyway. Ana would go to the bedroom and get naked. Her beautiful body would be bare in a few moments, and I was stuck out here with this douche8bag. I looked down at him when he moaned. He'd be awake soon. My neighbors didn't seem to notice the fight, but they will notice the cops milling around soon. I hear the sirens stop wailing as they pull along the street outside the gate.I told Ana the story I would tell the cops. She was smart enough to follow my lead. The story was mostly true, I just happened to be outside waiting for the sick fu8ck instead of inside with Ana. Dylan's fingerprints were on the window and screen if the cops bothered to check. I knew they would haul him away tonight. I just hope it was enough to keep him in jail a little while. Trespassing by itself probably wasn't going to do it. I hope they got him for breaking and entering, even though he nev
AnalieseCoco hears something. I look up from my phone when I see her ears co8ck to the side. I'm sitting on the couch playing a game on my phone, trying to distract myself from the fact that Oscar isn't home yet. I'm not scared or anything. I've talked with my mom and Kylie. I figured it was a good time to do those things while Oscar was out.Kylie seems to be doing well. She told me that Brody was out as well, so I told her that they guys were most likely together, planning something against Dylan. We discussed what we thought they might do. Knowing they had killed before and recently, probably crossed both of our minds, but we didn't discuss that. It wouldn't be wise, obviously, and it was too fresh. And I hated that all those good men, including my own father, were in on something like that. I had not even talked to Oscar about it. I would one day, but sometime in the future. I didn't want the details just yet. It was enough to know that those thugs would never hurt anyone else ag