Dark Journey [Ariel's Desire 2] (22 page)

Turning Leaves quivering increased as he released his erection from his breeches.
 
She stared at the thick pink flesh and her stomach rolled at the thought of touching the purple hued crown with her lips.
 
Her feet refused to move toward the bed where he sat.
 
“Anything I say, Turning Leaves,” he reminded her.

Slow steps moved her toward him.
 
He rested his hands on her hips and pulled her down.
 
Kneeling in front of him, her wide eyes looked at the shaft that had speared her so roughly the night before and sealed any dreams she had of joining with another.
 
She hated him.
 
She hated this engorged beast inches from her face.

A hand fisted in her hair pulling her toward it.
 
She whimpered when her lips brushed across the tip, coating her with the small escaping drop from his slit.
 
His other hand reached for the rope trailing from the harness and began slowly pulling, tightening the bindings around her swollen bruised orbs.
 
“If I feel the scrape of one tooth, I’ll rip them from your gums before lunchtime.”

The girl groaned and reluctantly opened her mouth.
 
The fist in her hair guided her up and down movements.
 
“Suck me, Indian girl or I’ll shove myself so far down your throat, I’ll use your retching gags to cum.”

Her whimpers vibrated off his shaft as he plunged her head up and down.
 
It was marvelous.
 
He closed his eyes, determined to draw out the act as long as he could.
 
He thought of Linda.
Now, she could suck some serious cock.
 
Too bad she enjoyed his other games, denying him of the fear he liked to see in his partner’s eyes.

The warm mouth on him now, was doing very little other than the motion he was forcing.
 
She’ll get better. We have forever to work on it.
 
He forced her head down and pushed past the back of her throat.
 
He felt the gripping force of her gagging throat and watched her useless hands clench and open behind her.
 
When he pulled her up, she gulped air.
 
Before she could beg, he plunged her back down.

“Yes.
 
Yes, that’s it.
 
Oh, god, that’s much better.”
 
He started dipping her head faster.
 
“Oh, oh yes.
 
Ah, that’s good,” he gritted.
 
With one final move, both his hands gripped her head and he thrust up into her, spilling his salty, sticky stream deep into her throat with jerking spurts.

She inhaled and sobbed loudly when he retreated.
 
Her stomach spasmed as she tried to vomit the mess.
Mother, please come get me,’
she begged her silent plea.

“Come eat your eggs.”
 
He lifted her by the harness and dragged her over to a chair.
 
He untied her hands and she laid them in her lap, cupping them over her naked pussy.
 
The ropes on the halter began to loosen and she gasped as blood finally flowed unimpeded to her breasts.
 
It stung painfully, but she stifled her scream.

“I told you to eat your breakfast, Turning Leaves.”

With almost unconscious thought, she picked up the fork and ate, forcing herself not to vomit when she thought of the eggs mixing with his sperm in her belly.
 
When she’d finished, he tossed her buckskin shift to her.
 
“Get dressed. We’re going to figure out what the hell you can do around here to make yourself useful.
 
That’s the last meal you’re eating on the backs of your new family, without doing something to earn your share.”

Turning Leaves quickly dressed at the promise of leaving the torture chamber that was her new home.
 
She’d do anything to avoid being in this room.

They ran into Constance almost immediately.
 
“Good morning, Turning Leaves.”
 
She glanced at the raw, bruised wrists and her eyes flashed red then returned to cornflower blue.
 
“I trust you enjoyed your first night in the settlement.”

Turning Leaves remained still, staring at the ground as a slight flush spread across her cheeks.
 
Robby squeezed her with the arm across her shoulders. “We had a very satisfying night.
 
Turning Leaves has reconsidered her words at dinner.
 
She understands she needs to contribute the same as the rest of us. Do you have any suggestions?”

“Patrick and I will be visiting with your companion occasionally.
 
I think placing her in the kitchen with the elders would be best.
 
They’ll make sure she gets plenty of juice to replenish her,” Constance replied.

Turning Leaves had no idea what she meant by her words.
 
She didn’t know that as the Vampires fed off her, the juice helped renew her blood.
 
At this point, she didn’t care where they sent her, as long as it was far from Robby.

Robby guided her through the hall to the kitchen.
 
“Turning Leaves decided she’d like to help out after all.
 
Constance suggested she might like it here in the kitchen.”

“We can always use an extra pair of hands,” Gertie smiled.
 
Only elders worked in the kitchens.
 
It was a reward of sorts for their many years of harder labor outside in the gardens and laundry.
 
Constance had already told the four women to expect the girl.

They had no misconceptions as to why.
 
Teaching her to help prepare the meals for the settlement would come second to seeing she replenished her source for young blood.
 
Gertie noticed the girl’s pallor and nervousness and thought it was due to the Vampires.
 
Once she realized the feedings wouldn’t hurt her, she’d be fine.

Turning Leaves worked silently, doing as the women asked.
 
It would do no good to complain or beg and might anger Robby into hurting her worse.
 
She studied the older women.
 
Three looked like they were in their fifties.
 
Helen told her she was seventy-two.
 
Turning Leaves envisioned herself at that age, still kneading dough for the settlers.
 
No way, was she staying here.

At noon meal, she helped set the long tables and carry platters of bread and pots of stew out to the people coming into the hall.
 
When all the food was served, she sat silently next to Robby, staring at her stew while she ate.

Linda looked over her head and smiled at her former boyfriend.
 
His green eyes crinkled at the edges as he grinned back.
 
Linda was happy for him. She’d been afraid the girl was going to cause him a bigger problem.
 
She knew she should have had more confidence in him.

After lunch, Turning Leaves helped clear the tables and wash the dishes.
 
As the older women prepared dinner, she sat in a corner lost in thought to the monotonous chore of churning butter.
 
She still hadn’t said a word.

After dinner, Gertie came over to Robby.
 
“Your girl did you proud today. She worked hard without a single complaint.
 
We’ll clean up tonight.
 
I’m sure she’s tired.”

Robby’s cock stirred as he felt the slight trembling of her thigh against his. He knew she’d have wanted to stay and help to prolong returning to the cabin and more pain.

As they approached the door, she slowed her steps.
 
She finally broke her silence with a gushing sob, “Please, Robby.
 
Please don’t hurt me again.”

He ignored her as he pushed her inside with the hand resting on the small of her back.
 
His wide brimmed hat barely rested on the shelf before she turned on him in panic.
 
“Please, Robby.
 
I don’t deserve this.
 
I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You think you’re being punished?”
 
He laughed.
 
“You’re not being punished, Turning Leaves.
 
You’re merely pleasing your companion, as you will continue to do as long as we’re here.”

“You hurt me,” she sobbed.
 
“Your games hurt me.
 
I’ve watched my mother and father love without these games.”

He shrugged.
 
“That works for some couples.
 
Never has for me, though. As far as what you deserve, let’s see.
 
What do you deserve for trying to steal your sister‘s warrior?
 
What do you deserve for breaking your parents’ hearts with your threats to leave with me?
 
What do you deserve for manipulating Gentle Wave?”
 
He noticed her surprise as she shrunk back at his accusations. “Oh, yes.
 
I heard about that.”

“And what do I deserve for putting up with your prick teasing games?
 
What do I deserve for busting my ass for the last ten years with only my own hand for company, except for the few nights Constance would send for me?” Robby pointed at her.
 
“You, Turning Leaves, are a well earned reward.”

He’s insane. Oh, my god. I can’t live like this.
Her eyes widened as he approached her.

“Strip now and let me enjoy your bruises.”
 
He sat in a chair, watching her.

Her frantic mind snapped and she dashed toward the door.
 
Robby caught her easily and dragged her across the room, throwing her face down on the bed.
 
He caught her hands as she tried to reach behind and claw him and laughed at her wails as he tied a wrist to each bed post.

He stripped her and tied her ankles.
 
The sobs and pleas aroused him, but he reluctantly gagged the sounds.
 
He let his breeches fall to the ground and climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her trembling thighs.
 
His hands began rolling and gripping her ass cheeks, pleased with their fullness.

A strong arm reached out to the dresser and retrieved a leather strap.
 
His stiff cock twitched at the alarm in her eyes as she realized what he was going to do.
 
There was a swish before a loud slap reverberated in the room.
 
A second later, the intense burn of the blow registered and she screamed.

He reached a finger to her crease and ran it up and down her bared pussy until he felt her cream begin to flow.
 
Turning Leaves squeezed her eyes closed as her hips began their humiliated push into his stroke.
 
Thwack!
Another searing welt reddened across her flesh accompanied a second later by a muffled shriek.
 
She banged her head into the pillow in agony.

Once again, his fingers brought her to the edge of climax.
 
Once again, the strap came down denying her.
 
She moaned and wailed her torment.
 
Robby couldn’t hold back his desire much longer and tossed the strap on the dresser. He lightly trailed his finger tips across the purpling welts, absorbed in them.

He ran his finger up and down her soaked folds and plunged a finger into the tight puckered ring of her ass.
 
She clenched her aching cheeks together, screaming as she realized his intention.
 
He kept plunging his finger deeper, adding more of her juices with a second intruder.
 
Wild thoughts flew through her mind, humiliating her further that it was her own arousal that would lubricate this torture.

His cock slipped up and down through her cream and she shook her head wildly trying to buck him away.
 
His staff centered on her and pushed past the tight entrance.
 
She shrieked and pushed down on the mattress trying to dislodge him.
 
He gripped her hips and plunged deep.

Green eyes glazed with passion stared into her pleading tears as his thrusts became more urgent and deep.
 
With one final lunge, he lifted her hips off the bed and she felt the hot liquid of his seed filling her.

His withered member fell out of her with a slow closing of her widened entrance.
 
She shuddered painful sobs and he bent to kiss one of the welts.
 
“It will be a shame when you get used to this.”

Turning Leaves worked through the next day in shocked silence, wincing as she sat to peel vegetables and sipping on the juice that always appeared within reach.