CHAPTER NINE

AVERY

Seventeen years old . . .

 

“I’LL WAIT FOR YOU UP here,” she says, crawling into my bed.

She should go home. The scene downstairs wasn’t as bad as it could have been, but that doesn’t mean it’s over. “I may be a while,” I tell her, and my chest tightens when her face pales a little. I kneel by the bed. “We can watch a movie when I get back.”

She nods but stays quiet. I get up, kiss her on the head, and then walk out of my room. Heading back downstairs, I see my brother Vaughn in the hallway, putting his camera back together. He looks up at me and gives me a shit-eating grin, then picks up his equipment. We make our way to my father’s office and enter to find it empty. I go over to the back wall and open the door, entering a narrow passageway. Taking the steps to the bottom, I pause, allowing Vaughn to pass by me. I stare at the tunnel. My brother Vaughn calls it the tunnel to heaven. Tristan and I refer to it as the tunnel to hell.

“Come on, pussy.” I hear him call out with a chuckle.

Straightening my back, I walk through it. Coming to the end, I enter the cellar. It’s lit up like an arena on Friday night. To the left are cages. Each one a prison cell for a girl or boy who caught my father’s eye. To the right are shelves holding instruments of torture.

“About time,” my father announces, getting my attention.

He stands over to the right with Presleigh’s dad on one side of him and my brother on the other. They all stare at me. There’s a girl at his feet on her knees. Her head is tilted back while she stares up at him as though he’s a fucking God. It’s pathetic. How easily they break for him. He brings them in kicking and screaming, and then a month later, they’re nothing but life-size dolls being tossed around however he wants to display them. He takes their souls and devours them. They’re nothing but an empty shell when he’s done with them. What a waste.

“Where is Tristan?” my father demands.

“I saw him earlier with Maria,” my brother answers.

My dad shakes his head. “I’ve told him to leave the maid’s daughter alone. One more year and she’ll bring in a lot of money.”

My father thinks Tristan is in love with Maria. He’s not. He fucked her last year so she could lose her V-card. He was fourteen, and she was thirteen. Virgins are always worth more. Our older brother, Vaughn, had thrown a party, and when I asked why she was drunk, Tristan told me that he told her to drink up. He was gonna take every hole she had. Later on the next day, I just happened to see him walking out of her room while slipping on his shirt. When I asked him if he regretted it, he said not one bit and that I should fuck Bunny before they sold her for her innocence. I just shook my head and said that her father wouldn’t do that. She was off-limits from them and their world. To everyone but me.

“These boys need to stop playing with things that don’t belong to them,” Presleigh’s father adds, and I don’t miss the fact that he’s staring right at me when he says it.

“Come on.” Vaughn gets their attention when he lifts his camera, pointing it down at the girl on her knees.

 

I enter her room to find her lying in the same position that she was in on the surveillance. But she won’t be for long.

Going to the end of the bed, I reach out and grab the duvet and yank it off her. It falls to the floor at my feet, and she moans, pulling her legs up to her chest while lying on her side. I undo my tie and rip it out from underneath the collar of my button-down and toss it to the floor to join the duvet. Then I undo my cufflinks and roll up my sleeves.

You’re gonna pay for disobeying, Bunny.

I crawl onto the bed and place my hands on her hips, moving her onto her back. Her head stays tilted to the side with her arms up by her head. She’s out. Being drugged and an alcoholic will do that to you.

Placing my hands in the waistband of her black thong, I pull it down her legs and toss them behind me onto the floor as well. Then I place my right hand by her head and lean over her. My left hand skirts up her inner thigh to cup her pussy. She moans softly.

“Avery …”

I smile. “Dreaming of me, Bunny?”

She shivers. “Avery.” This time, she lifts her hips when she mumbles it.

I run my fingers along her pussy before pushing one inside her slowly.

Her eyes spring open. “Avery!” She squeals and places her hands on my chest. I bury my head in her neck while adding another finger roughly. She’s not wet yet, but she will be. She gasps, and I smile to myself. That’s it, Bunny. Enjoy what I’m doing to you for now ’cause you’re gonna be cussing me in a minute.

“You were whispering my name in your sleep,” I inform her, wanting to embarrass her.

But it does the opposite. She sighs and tilts her head back, exposing more of her neck to me. She’s so drunk and horny. I love it. “Want me to fuck you, Bunny?”

“Yes.” She whimpers.

“Want me to flip you over and fuck that tight cunt like I did earlier up against the table?”

“God, yes.” She lifts her hips and grips my shirt with her fists.

My fingers get more forceful, and her breath catches, making her wet. Then all of a sudden, I remove my fingers from her pussy, and she sags against the bed. I grab both of her wrists and pin them above her head, and she moans.

It turns me on but also makes me angry. I wonder how many other men she allowed to treat her like this. Like a fucking toy? How many men dominated her when she should have belonged to me?

I push her right arm out to the edge of the bed and release her wrist to grab the rope I have already wrapped around the bed frame—I’m always prepared, and I knew she’d disobey me. I quickly slide her wrist into it and pull it tight. She looks up at it and tries to jerk her hand away while I repeat the process on her left wrist.

“Avery, what are you …?”

“You disobeyed me, Bunny,” I muse, running my knuckles down her cheek. Her face is cold to the touch, and her blue eyes red from her drunken state.

Her brows pull together while she thinks over my words, and then they widen, and her lips part in a small gasp. “Avery, no …”

“Yes. You disobeyed. Now you must be punished.”

“Avery, please …” She yanks on the restraints.

She starts bucking her hips, knowing she’s tied to the bed and there’s no way out of it now.

I look down at her, and tears are forming in her beautiful blue eyes. “If you were a good girl, then I wouldn’t have to punish you,” I say, cupping her face.

“I hate you,” she says, closing her eyes. Her chest rises and falls fast, making her perfect fake tits bounce. I’ve never been much of a breast man, but I fucking love hers. And they’re not overly big either. Even though they’re fake, they fit her small frame perfectly. “I fucking hate you.”

“Bunny …” I wanna tell her that I’m not gonna hurt her, but that would be a lie. I’m many things, but a liar isn’t one of them.

“Fuck you, Avery!” she shouts, opening her eyes, her face reddening in anger. “Fuck you …”

“Enough!”

She closes her mouth at my command and looks up at me with so much hatred that it makes me smile.

I run my hands up her narrow waist to her chest. I cup both her breasts, and she arches her back, her head falling back as she lets out a shaky breath. “I know you like it when my hands are on you,” I tell her, and she moans.

I scoot down, straddling her legs, and lower my lips to her breasts. When I slept with her in her house a few nights ago, it was rushed. I didn’t get to take my time and enjoy her body the way I wanted to. But now that she is tied to the bed, I can do whatever I want without her pushing me away. The only problem is her passing out on me before I get done with her.

I place her hard nipple into my mouth and suck, making her gasp. My free hand trails down between our bodies, and I run a finger over wet, smooth pussy again.

She’s fucking soaked now.

I pull away from her breast. “You tell me you hate me, yet you’re always wet for me, Bunny.”

She opens her eyes, and they narrow on me. I chuckle. “Don’t be ashamed. I hate you, yet I’m still hard for you.” I rub my hips against hers, letting her feel me.

She whimpers, and I slide down her legs, my body lying between them. I lift her already shaking knees and place them over my shoulders before I bury my face in her cunt. I lick her. Slowly. Her body jerks, but I hold her down by her hips. My fingers digging into her already bruised flesh.

She arches her back and sighs. “Avery … please.”

“Please what?” I ask, licking her once again and tasting her. She tastes just as I remember. Like candy. She always gave me a sugar rush.

“Please let me come,” she begs, and I smile against her skin.

Instead of answering, I lick her again, my tongue entering her with force. My mouth gets more and more aggressive while I look up at her thrashing against the bed while I fuck her with my tongue. And just when I feel her body tighten, knowing she’s about to come, I stop and pull away.

“Avery.” She pants.

I crawl off the end of the bed and grab her left ankle. I pull it over to the side where I slide the rope around it and then go to do the same with the other, spreading them far apart.

She lifts her head off the bed to look down at her ankles tied, and she tries to pull on them. Her back arches and tits bounce. “Please …” She starts to sob.

“Begging won’t work, Bunny,” I tell her. She looks just as beautiful as I thought she would while helpless.

She yanks on her wrists and cries out. “Pull all you want. You’re not going anywhere.”

“Fucking let me go,” she shouts, finding that anger again.

I wanna fuck her so bad but shake my head. “No.”

“AVERY!” She screams my name.

“You disobeyed. This is your punishment.”

Her body shakes as tears roll down the side of her face. “This isn’t a fucking game.” She arches her back, trying to yank herself free. All she’s gonna do is make the ropes tighter.

“I agree.” This is her life now. “You’re my slave. The sooner you figure that out, the better for both of us.”

“Never!”

I pull the little black ball out of the pocket of my slacks and walk over to the side of the bed. I lean over it, and she looks up at me with hatred even as new tears slide down her face. “Open your mouth,” I order.

She sees the ball gag in my hand, and her lips thin.

“I won’t repeat myself, Bunny.”

She turns her head, looking away from me.

I sigh. “This will happen. Either you do it willingly, or I force you. If I have to force you, then there will be another punishment? So which will it be, Bunny?”

She very slowly turns her head back to face me. I reach out and trace her soft lips. Her bottom one has a cut on it from my men. I hate to have to do this to her. I’d much rather have her lips wrapped around my cock than a silicone ball, but rules are rules, and she broke them.

She very slowly parts her lips for me, and I place the ball between them, forcing her mouth open wider. She whimpers, not expecting it to be as big as it is. “Lift your head.” She does as I say, and I fasten it in place, making sure it’s tight enough she can’t push the gag out with her tongue but not so tight that it hurts her.

When I look back down at her face, she has her eyes closed tightly. I place a hand between her legs, and she jumps, not expecting it. I moan, pushing a finger into her. “Once again, you’re soaking wet, Bunny. I think you like being tied down and used.”

She yanks on her ropes and a sob wracks her body, muffled by the gag. I remove my finger from her, and she lifts her hips, wanting more. Leaning down, I kiss her on the forehead. “I know I like seeing you this way,” I say and then walk out, shutting the light off and closing the door behind me.

PRESLEIGH

My jaw hurts, and I can feel slobber running down the sides of my cheeks. There’s nothing attractive about gags, but I hate to admit that it makes me wet. I try to move my legs to get some friction in that spot that needs it the most, but I don’t have any luck. The ropes have tightened on my ankles, rubbing them raw and cutting off the circulation. But that doesn’t stop me. I have to keep trying. I need it. To be touched. Or fucked.

My breasts hurt, my nipples ache, and my hands are numb. They’re still tied above my head. Spread wide. All I can do is lift my head, but it doesn’t matter because the lights are off, preventing me from seeing anything. I’m bathed in darkness, but I see the red light over in the corner. I know that’s the camera, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s watching me. If he’s as hard as I am wet.

I’ve screamed until my lungs burn, but it just comes out muffled, and now my throat is sore. I’ve sobbed so hard that my body still shakes, and my head pounds.

I hate him!

Another sob wracks my body, and I scream, needing to be heard. Needing to be touched. God, I would do anything for him right now if he would just fuck me. Just let me get off.

I need it!

My entire body is pulled tight, and the soft fitted sheet underneath me seems to burn my skin. My head swims in the liquor I consumed earlier. I don’t know what time it is, but it has to be close to morning. I think.

Arching my neck back, I scream into the gag and buck my hips. Fuck, I hate him so fucking much! I thought I was free of him. My past. My nightmares. I thought he was the last person I’d ever see, and here I am, dragged back into hell by Avery fucking Decker!

 

Fifteen years old

 

I sit up when I hear his door open to his room.

He enters, closing it softly behind him. I look over his black T-shirt and worn-out jeans to see if I can find any sign that he got undressed. That his father made him do something with the girls downstairs. He doesn’t look at me or say a word. Instead, he goes into his adjoining bathroom. I throw the covers off me and jump out of his bed, following him.

“Hey,” I say softly, entering and shutting the door behind me.

“Hey,” he responds flatly.

I swallow when I watch him remove his shirt and toss it onto the countertop. Then he starts unbuttoning his jeans. “What are you doing?” I ask.

“Taking a shower,”

My heart starts to beat faster. “Why?”

“Because I fucking want to,” he snaps.

I bite my bottom lip nervously, and he places his hands on the countertop. Hanging his head, he sighs. “I’m sorry.” He lifts his head, and his eyes meet mine in the mirror. “I …” He pauses, and my chest tightens. “I wanna be alone.”

My bottom lip starts to quiver at his words. “Did your father make you …?”

“Stop!” he growls. “Stop talking about it.”

“I want to know.”

“No. You don’t.” He pushes off the countertop and walks over to me. Cupping my cheek, he meets my gaze. “You’re better off not knowing any of it, Bunny.”

I lean into his touch. “We can help them.”

He shakes his head and lets out a long breath. “No, we can’t.”

“You’re not even trying,” I argue.

He pulls away from me. “Fuck, Bunny! I’ve tried before. Why do you think he has my brother record what he does? What he makes me and Tristan do? It’s so if something ever happens to a girl, he can prove that we’ve touched them. Hurt them.”

“But you haven’t hurt them, have you?” I ask wide-eyed.

He gives a dark laugh. “Whether it’s physical or mental abuse, it’s all the same, Bunny.”

I wrap my arms around myself. “He can’t keep doing this. They can’t keep doing this.”

“They’ve been doing this since long before we were born. Nothing can stop them when they have help on their side.”

“We could let them go—”

“Do you wanna die?” he snaps, interrupting me. “Because that’s what’ll happen, Bunny.” He storms back over to me. “Don’t you understand that? I can’t protect you from them. I can’t do anything right now but play my part.”

I narrow my eyes at him and shove his chest. He doesn’t budge. “I’m starting to think it’s more than a part.”

His lips thin, and he places his hands on either side of my face against the door, caging me in. “You think I like this? Huh? You think—”

“I think that all I hear from you are excuses,” I growl, not letting him finish. “I think that if you’d spend half the effort you use to pretend you enjoy helping them, then you could make a difference.”

He glares down at me, breathing heavy. His blue eyes search mine for a few long seconds and just when I think he’s about to argue with me, he pulls away and gives me his back. “Leave, Bunny.”

I turn around and storm out of his room and down the stairs, only to come face to face with my father. The last person I want to see. He gives me a hard look. “I was just about to come look for you.” He grabs my hand and pulls me toward him. “Let’s go home. Your mother has called me five times. She’s pissed because your brother isn’t home yet.”

He’s probably out scouting girls for him and Mr. Decker. They leave that job to Preston and Vaughn. They use their good looks and disgusting charm to lure them into the trap.

“Good bye, Presleigh.”

I look over toward the voice and see Vaughn standing in the hallway just as he was earlier, and he winks at me.

I turn, giving him my back, and walk out of the door, trying not to let the angry tears fall. I hate feeling so helpless. And I hate that innocent girls are being taken advantage of just because they were born with a vagina. Men think they are God and can do whatever they want. One day, I’m gonna be able to help the girls who are trapped in this dark madness. And when I can, I’ll make the men pay.

 

I hear the door open over my cries, and then the light comes on. I blink a few times, trying to adjust to the brightness. “Hello, Bunny.”

I close my eyes at the shame that washes over me. That I allowed him to tie me up like a dog and punish me as if I did something wrong. As if my body isn’t my own anymore.

It’s not. He proved that. And it’s my own damn fault.

I jump when I feel his hand between my legs and let out a sob as relief rushes through me that he is touching me. I arch my back, and my pussy tightens just from that little contact. “Still just as wet,” he muses with satisfaction when he slides a finger into me.

I breathe deeply through my nose, my chest rising and falling. My nipples are hard and craving for his touch. I fucking hate myself! Is this how the girls felt when our fathers tortured them? Did they train them to want them? To need them? My problem is that I’ve always wanted Avery.

He removes his finger, and I cry into the gag.

“I’m going to release your legs. Don’t move them,” he orders.

Now he’s going to test me. And if I fail, I have no doubt he’ll tie me back up. And I can’t take it anymore.

He undoes my right ankle first, and my leg starts to shake, wanting to push it into my other thigh to rub that sweet spot that has been throbbing for I don’t know how long. He undoes my other one, and I dig my heels into the bed.

Don’t do it!

I chant in my head. I’m stronger than he gives me credit for.

My feet start tingling, the blood rushing back to them, and I wiggle my toes.

I feel the bed dip as he crawls between my legs. “Good, Bunny,” he praises me, and I whimper, hoping good Bunny means I get a reward.

“Open your eyes.”

I slowly open them to see him kneeling between my parted legs. He has a white button-down shirt on and black slacks. His dark hair is damp, indicating he just got out of the shower and his face freshly shaven.

Is it morning already?

I still feel drunk. My vision a little blurry, and my limbs heavy.

“I watched you on the camera,” he admits with no shame. His hands run up my ribs, cupping my breasts. They ache for more. “You look so beautiful when you’re helpless.”

I blink, and tears run down the side of my face.

He gives me a sinister smile that makes my already racing heart pound in my chest. He removes his hands from my breasts, and I yank on the ropes that still bind my wrists.

But my eyes go to his slacks when he unzips them and pulls out his hard cock. His hand wraps around the base of it and my aching jaw tightens around the gag. He’s bigger than what I remember. My breath comes quicker and quicker, and I feel I may hyperventilate.

I silently beg him to remove the gag. To allow me to speak. To beg. To do something. He doesn’t.

He spreads my legs wider, and then he’s sliding into me. No foreplay. No kissing. Nothing but his cock in my soaked pussy.

I arch my back, my eyes closing at the feel of his impressively large dick spreading me open for him. It’s almost painful. Almost too much.

He places his arms behind my knees and pushes them forward, his fists on the bed by my head, spreading me wider for him.

I’m panting. My mouth still drooling, and eyes heavy. And without another word, he starts to move. Hard and fast. The bed hits the wall with each thrust. My tits pressed against his crisp button-down, and if I could talk, I’d ask him to suck on them. To pinch them. I’d beg him to kiss my neck or fist my hair. Something. My vision swims due to the alcohol and the pleasure.

He closes his eyes and bites his bottom lip and buries himself deep inside me. “Fuck, Bunny. Goddamn, your cunt is tight.”

I moan around the gag when he hits that spot deep inside me. The angle of holding my legs this way allows him to get deeper, making it hurt in the best way. And I feel my eyes roll back into my head as my toes start to curl.

He rams his hips into mine, and even though my entire body screams in protest at all the shit it’s been put through the past couple of days, all I can think about is that feeling creeping up my spine. Building. Growing stronger.

Yeeesss!

And then just like before, he stills, and I feel him come inside me.

He removes himself and places my legs on the bed. They shake uncontrollably along with the rest of my body. He reaches up and undoes my wrists, pulling me to a sitting position. He then removes the gag. My face hurts where the leather belt dug into my cheeks and ears. My lips are raw, the corners chapped. They feel like they’ve been stretched. My hands begin to tingle just like my feet did.

He places his hand on my chin and makes me look up at him. I say nothing as I look into his dark blue eyes. They search my face and then are back on mine. “Get dressed and meet me downstairs for breakfast.” He crawls off the bed and stands beside it. He places the gag in the pocket of his slacks and then zips his pants. “Do I need to tell you not to touch yourself?”

I take a deep breath and shake my head. “No.”

He nods and then exits without another word.

I bury my head into my hands and sob.

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It took a full ten minutes for me to pull myself together. I washed my face and went to the bathroom. Funny how I never even thought about the need to go pee while being tied down. I have marks around both my wrists and ankles. And I found it harder than I thought to stand upright. I finally have all feeling back in my limbs, but they are still heavy.

I chose a white sundress out of the closet and put a nude thong on with no bra, then made my way down to the dining room. A plate of scrambled eggs and toast already is placed where I had sat last night.

He sits at the head of the table. His plate long gone. He looks up at me when I enter, and I look at the floor. I want to fall to his feet and beg him to get me off. I feel so empty, so lost, and my body won’t stop trembling.

“I’ll be at work today,” he announces. I fall into a seat and say nothing. Instead, I stare at the table, unable to meet his eyes. I hear his chair move back and him stand from the table. “I saw where you tried to get into my computer.” I swallow nervously. “And tried to use the phone. Believe me, Bunny, when I say I’ve thought of everything. And if you think you can outsmart me, you’re wrong.” A silence follows. “Darrell, you know what to do if she attempts anything.”

My body stiffens at his words.

“Yes, sir.” I hear the man say from behind me. Then Avery walks out of the room, leaving me alone with Darrell.