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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
KylieI'm so ready. I felt myself getting there, day by day. Brody never pressured me, and I'm sure he'd continue to wait. But I also knew that he wanted me more and more. He had begun to avoid me at certain times of the day, and he had stopped our sexy bathroom time. He always explained himself, but then we decided to move in together. I brought it up actually. I wanted to be in our space when we did the deed again. It had been so long and Brody was a little skittish.Honestly, I didn't know how to bring up the subject. We talked a lot, almost every day, but it had almost become taboo to talk about sex. I felt my brat rise in my mind. I was going to have to seduce him. I started wearing what I started calling my 'brat clothes' in my brain. I pulled all my little shorts and tops out and started to wear them when we were alone. He wasn't taking the hint.I know he told me that I would have to make the first move, so this was me doing that. I woke up this morning with Brody's hand on me
AnalieseOscar was looking at me, waiting for an answer. No, I didn't want him working at the club. I know, without him telling me, that women throw themselves at him. I mean, God, look at the man. He was tall, gorgeous with rippling muscles. Yeah, he was going to get hit on. And yes, I trusted him. Totally and completely, but that didn't mean I wanted him to be surrounded all the time with pus8sy, as he calls it, that isn't mine."Yes, I'm jealous already, but I trust you. You waited for me for years and now that you have me, I plan to give you whatever you want, whenever you want. I think that may give you an incentive to be faithful, right?" I teased him. "Plus, I'm not the girl that is going to tell you to quit your job, a job you seem to like, over something like jealousy. If your interest in me ever starts to wane, I might get worried though.""I'm never going to get tired of you. You're my whole world, Analiese. And since you mentioned it, you did say, I could have you, wheneve
OscarWe watched Manuel for the better part of the day. Ariana came for Manuel at around five. She had texted me to let me know she was on the way, so Ana had all of his things packed back in his bag, including a now clean bottle. It was a very enjoyable day. I loved spending time with my nephew, and he was no trouble.Ariana grumbled a bit because Mama wanted her back again tomorrow. Ana offered to watch him again. I would be in bed for a good part of the day sleeping and wouldn't be able to help, but she was fine with that. So it was decided. I helped load the car and reminded her that we might need a play pen for him to nap in. Ariana said she would put it in the car tonight so she wouldn't forget as she would be bringing him earlier tomorrow.As I gave her a hug goodbye, she asked, "Did you see the note I left you?" I was confused."Note? Ana said she found a note with emergency numbers. She put it on the fridge.""No, not that one," she seemed uncomfortable.She reached into a si
AnalieseI could have squealed when Oscar told Ariana to bring Manuel over. That little boy has been in my thoughts a lot lately. He was such a happy baby. I was super excited, and I gave some thought to what we would do while we had him, which would be a few hours at the least. I got out the vacuum cleaner and vacuumed the living room floor. Then I used a dry mop on the tile. I was thinking that now we had Coco and Mystic, there was probably unseen animal hair everywhere. I wanted Manuel to be free to crawl around anywhere he wanted. We didn't have any glass furniture or knick-knacks he could break, so we were good on that front.Oscar laughed at me as I scrambled to clean up the floor. He had made himself a post-workout smoothie while I rushed around. I was just putting things away when we heard the knock on the door. Oscar quickly strode to the living room and let Ariana and the baby inside. They hugged, and I stood off to the side with my hands behind my back. I was trying to conc
AnalieseWhen I woke, Oscar was gone from bed. I looked at my phone and saw it was late morning. I needed to pee in the worst way, so I did that first. Oh, my as8s ached. I saw a tube of ointment on the bathroom counter. I know he left that out for me, so I applied it and washed my hands thoroughly. I should jump in the shower, but I wanted to find Oscar.I moseyed into the living room, and then into the kitchen. He wasn't in the apartment. I was very surprised. He hadn't left me alone like this before, except that one night, but he'd really been here all the time, so I didn't think that counted.I found a note on the counter. He went to the gym. That made sense. He hadn't gone in the last two weeks, and today he was going back to work. He probably wanted to get back on his regular schedule. Since he was obsessed about Dylan, I had to assume that Oscar knew the guy was still in jail. I wasn't worried. I had my Coco. And he'd installed the cameras. I'm sure he was keeping an eye on me
OscarAna looked fuc8king gorgeous in my namesake pose, waiting. So submissive. So curvy. Her creamy skin, marred with marks I put on her. I was rock hard. I stalked closer. The room was so quiet, I could hear the whisper of my jeans rubbing together as I walked. I found the lube in the nightstand drawer and picked up the plug."Get on the bed, on your hands and knees, Fu8ck Toy," I ordered.I'd been thinking of this all night. The plug was made of glass, and it winked in the dim light of the bedside lamp. I was looking forward to seeing it in her, as much as I was about seeing her pretty pus8sy bared to me. I watched her tit8s bounce as she crawled on the bed. I loved those fat jugs. I wanted to give them some attention too, but soon they were out of my sight.I stared at her slit. It was glistening, ready for my co8ck. But not yet. I knelt down behind her and pulled her back to the edge of the bed a little, then I buried my face in her sweet cu8nt. I wanted to taste her, and she nee
AnalieseHaving dinner with my parents was nice. I enjoyed them and their banter. My mom was probably submissive like me, but in the bedroom, which eww, I didn't really want to think about. But outside of the bedroom she had a mind of her own and she gave as good as she got. Which a lot of the time, made for some hilarious conversations.It made me think of what I told Oscar earlier when I caught him on the phone with Mindy. I understood why he called her, and I wasn't threatened by it. I did, however, mean what I said. I'd fu8ck him up if he talked with her again. She couldn't be trusted, and I didn't want her anywhere near him, even it was in his ear. I know she must have said something provacative to him. I would ask another day, when I wasn't a Toy for his pleasure.Oscar was calmer now, back to his old self. He had needed to discipline me and strangely, though I had never known it, I needed said discipline. I very much enjoyed our dynamic. I hoped one day soon he would take me to
OscarI watched Ana sit down gingerly. Satisfaction, pride, and lust, roared within me. She took the plug like a champ. Watching her stretch wide made me feel like an animal. A ravenous beast. Knowing it was inside her now, my di8ck twitched. I willed it not to get hard right now. She needed a rest. My d8ck needed a rest, but it was fired up, knowing she was full of my cu8m in her pretty pus8sy and the plug in her as8s. Divine.Her punishment was done, and I was so fu8cking proud of her. I had spent years imagining all the things I would do to her if I ever got the chance. I had a running tally in my head and I ticked off some of the boxes. I had waited patiently for the day I could punish her for some infraction. Today was my lucky day. I grabbed my junk and squeezed. Ana looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I just grinned at her. I made sure she drank some water and had a few Asprin to help with the pain she must be feeling.I'd leave her alone until after dinner at her parent's hous
AnalieseOscar's hands on me ignited a different kind of fire in me. After a few minutes, I started to whine and moan. He was in no hurry though, he just continued to run his hands all over me. My breasts especially. He began to pluck my sore nip8ples, each in turn. I arched in his arms to give him better access. I was enjoying the pain, my pus8sy leaking. He'd gotten naked to swat me and I could feel him hardening beneath me. I'm sure he could also feel me soaking his thigh, but he continued the slow torture.I was impatient, I dared to rub my wetness against him, spreading it on his thigh. Finally, his hand made it down where I needed the most friction. He spread my lips open and easily slid two fingers into my slick, then pushed inside. I started shaking again, for a different reason. I was so close, it would only take a moment and I would climax, but he was still teasing me, ignoring my cl8it.I whined. A low mewling sound erupted from deep in my throat, as I tried to move my lowe
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