The Nightlife: Las Vegas (The Nightlife Series) (21 page)

Aaron stepped out onto the back patio, standing in broken
glass and blood, slowly realizing what he’d done.  “
Imbécile!
 
She is traumatized!  She may
never forgive your actions!”

“I’m sorry.  I … I don’t know what to …”

Ana bawled and cried in Michelle’s embrace, she wouldn’t
look at him.

Feeling like a monster and an inconsiderate ass, he
discreetly removed the dead bodies to the garage, laying them unceremoniously
in a heap.  He returned out back to the hot tub to strip out of his filthy
clothing.

“Ana.  I’m so sorry.  I didn’t think about … how you would
feel.  They were trying to kill me …”

She looked at him with fear and trepidation.  He looked down
at his blood-drenched hands with vision blurred from the strong drug.  “Can you
ever forgive me?” he slurred.

“You should be so lucky.”  Michelle spit back at him with a
piercing look.

He looked away from her accusing eyes.  He washed the death
and filth from his body in the warm bubbling chlorine water to emerge a healthy,
clean, light-skinned young man.  Monster all gone now.  He read Ana’s mind to
see where he stood.

She glanced at him, still cuddled in Michelle’s embrace. 
Ana found it difficult to reconcile the actions she’d just witnessed to this
beautiful, smooth skinned man she loved with all her heart.  He reached out his
arms to Michelle for Ana.

“I need her.  Please?”

“Would you go to him?”  She asked their pet.

Ana looked to her beautiful clean white-skinned man with
fear in her eyes.  “He won’t hurt me?”

They both shook their heads no simultaneously.  They spoke
over the top of each other.

“I love you …”

“He loves you …”

Ana looked back and forth between them.  “You guys are both fucking
faded!  How am I supposed to trust either of you?”

“Because we love you.”  Exact same words spoken at exactly
the same time by both of them.

“Okay … that’s just plain creepy.”  She finally broke a
smile.

“Go to him.  You need each other.  All wounds heal in time.” 
Michelle pecked her on the cheek, a token of their love.

They exchanged custody of their precious pet.  He tucked Ana
into his lap, burying his face in her wonderful black hair.  He spoke softly as
he cradled her.

“I love you, and I’m so so sorry you had to see that.  But
it’s alright now.  Nothing can hurt you.  I’m here to protect you.” 
And
it’s a damn good thing Michelle had been there to protect Ana from me.

He searched through her mind to assess the damage. 
Would
she ever trust him again?  Could she see past this moment to know how much he
truly cherished and loved her?

Michelle slid up next to them in the hot tub, her hands
flowing around Ana.  They held her together for a time, group hug in the
healing bubbles.

She silently absolved Aaron. 
“I forgive your
weakness.  Their deaths were just and righteous. 
Cela devait arriver
.”
 
It
was meant to be
.

He nodded to Michelle in acceptance of her forgiveness.  He
bit Ana affectionately, trying to erase the bad with the good.  Awash in love,
fear, and anguish, she wrapped herself around him, accepting his offer,
accepting the escape of his wondrous bite.  She quickly warmed to his effect,
and took the initiative by reaching between his legs.

He knew what she wanted.  His sole instinct was to please
her.  He flipped her around in his lap as if she weighed nothing, and gave her
exactly what she wanted.

 “Oh yes.  That’s it.  That’s … oh god.”  She shuddered atop
him, groaning as he worked his erection up in.  Their reunion began as he
slipped up into her slowly,  pushing hard against her restriction, inch by
delicious inch.  He hit her limit, but it wasn’t enough.  He knew she wanted it
harder, deeper.  She couldn’t feel enough of him.  He gave her what she wanted.

Michelle slid atop Ana’s lap face-to-face.  She wrapped her
pale lithe limbs around Ana in an embrace.  Just the way Ana liked it,
sandwiched between her lovers.

As he rammed it in harder and faster, giving her exactly
what she needed, she cried out.  “Oh yes!  Oh god it hurts!  Don’t stop! 
Dammit don’t stop!”

Some small part of his drug hazed mind told him to stop,
slow down, take it easy.  The voice of caution became lost as he buried himself
in Ana, immersed in her psyche, their connection growing stronger every second.

Michelle worked her hand down between Ana’s legs to the
sensitive nub of her sex.

“You like this. 
Oui
,
I know you like this.”

Ana did the same, reaching between Michelle’s legs grasping
and sliding, delving in and around her wonderful silky flesh.

“I love you both so much … I missed … you … Aaron … Oh shit
Michelle don’t stop!”

She panted and gasped as Aaron hit her spot deep and hard
while Michelle worked her to a peak.  Aaron bit down on Ana from behind, back
of the shoulder, sending her into a screaming orgasm.

“Oh shit!”  He slammed it in hard.  Pain.  “Oh shit!”  He
slammed it harder.  More pain.  “Oh dammit!”  He slammed it in as hard as he
could, lifting both women up in the air with his powerful thrusts.  “It hurts! 
It hurts too much!  Oh god I love it!”

Screaming her release, Ana’s hand clenched up tight on
Michelle’s sex.  That was all it took.  Michelle struck from the other side of
Ana’s neck, clamping down tight around her to ride the sexual frenzy.

They all hit at the same time, and hit again and again.  They
orgasmed together, slipping and sliding and splashing and biting their pet over
and over till the hot tub turned pink with Ana’s blood.

“Stop!  Oh god stop!  Let me go!”

What had begun as love and sex and fun ended in a crazed
assault.  They were everywhere at once, her breasts, neck, thighs, up inside
her both front and back, invading her very mind and soul.  She reacted
violently, clawing, scraping, and scratching, fighting to get away from their
unbreakable grips.  All her dark dirty memories of sexual abuse flooded back,
triggering a fight/flight response.  She fought and clawed at them, even as
they simply held her whispering assurances.

“It’s okay.”

“Everything’s okay.”

“It’s alright,
c’est
bien
.”

They let her go and she crawled out of the hot tub crying
and whimpering to land splayed out on her back.  She cried from the pain, the
fear, but mostly from shame.  She had enjoyed it, every bit of it.  The thrill
and insane adrenaline rush of the violent assault really did it for her.  She
felt filthy and humiliated now her lovers knew the truth.

* * * *

Chapter 21

It all came back to her in a flash, those painful poignant
memories from her teenage years.  Aaron flowed down into the recesses of her
mind as she relived those moments that would forever shape the path of her life
and taint her relationships with men.

Ana and her mother Stephanie had led a relatively normal
existence, struggling by on her mother’s income as a waitress.  Everything
changed with Arturo Lehman.  French Canadian by birth, Arturo swept Ana’s
mother off her feet with his gregarious wit.  He brightened both mother and
daughter’s days, and soon thereafter, their nights.

His wit and obvious affection for both mother and daughter
had them convinced he was the perfect addition to their little family.  He
treated Ana like the daughter he’d never had, lavishing time and attention on
her.

The situation came to a head on Ana’s sixteenth birthday. 
They had gone out for pizza, and returned home minus Stephanie who worked the
night shift.  At home, Arturo fixed a mixed drink for Anastasia, a strawberry
daiquiri with copious amounts of rum.  She thought it would be okay, just this
once, for her birthday.  One led to two, which led to a third.

Ana was staggering drunk by the time Arturo helped put her
to bed.  As these situations often go, he took advantage of her fully.  At some
point in the midst of it she realized this was horribly wrong and tried to
fight him off, but it was too late.  He had his way with her.

The next day she came to him furious.  “I’m going to have
you arrested and thrown in jail!  You’re nothing but a sick pervert!”  He
smiled back.

“You know what Child Protective Services is, CPS?  They’ll put
you in a foster home.  Your mother will have to fight in court to get you
back.”

“At least you’ll be in jail.”

He laughed.  “I’ll be out on bail.  But it won’t be so fun
for you.  After talking to therapists, cops, counselors at school, they’ll put
you on the stand.  You’ll have to testify before a jury of twenty something people. 
And they’re going to find it hard to believe you were raped.  No bruises, no
lab tests, no evidence.”  He shook his head at her with a smirk.

“And your mother, imagine how much you’ll hurt your mother. 
You’ll destroy your family and your life trying to prove the improvable.”

She believed him.

“It’s better for everyone if this is our little secret.  No
one has to know.  Nothing to worry about, life goes on as usual.  You know why
I did it … don’t you?”

Wrung out emotionally she couldn’t speak except to shake her
head.

“I love you.  I have loved you since the first day I saw
you.  You are so beautiful Anastasia.  I could not help but love you.”

She cried those first few days, withdrawn from everyone,
staying in her room.  Arturo kept coming to her, apologizing, professing his
love.  A very handsome and charming man.  It didn’t take long for him to work
his way back into her heart.

A week later he came to her again in the night, while she
was half asleep.  She awoke to his hands and kisses.  She didn’t struggle as
much this time around.  An experienced lover, he knew how to play her body like
a harp, tweaking her strings skillfully.

Over time she came to know and love him as a man, not a
father.  The more he visited her bed, the more aggressive he became in their
lovemaking.  He ravaged her body with relish.  And though it hurt, it also felt
good.  He awoke in her certain dark passions as she learned to find pleasure in
his violence.  He trained her to crave the masochism, the pain and pleasure
blended together.

Several months later Stephanie came home early one night
from work to catch Ana and Arturo in the act.  She stood in the doorway of the
bedroom watching her sixteen year old daughter do things she’d seen in hardcore
porno films.  It broke her heart and shocked her to the core.  They looked like
they were fighting while having an animalistic kind of sex.  Stephanie screamed
her denial and vomited in revulsion.

Arturo tried to calm her down, but she’d gone insane.  She
screamed and clawed at him, turning on Ana in a rage, knocking her out cold
with one solid punch.

Ana awoke to the noise of her dresser drawers being emptied
into a garbage sack.  Her mother threw her out of the house with nothing but a
bag of clothes.  She was sixteen, homeless, penniless, a broken nose, cold and
hungry.  She had lost the only home she’d ever known and the only two people
she’d ever loved.

Within weeks she was selling her body on the street to
afford to eat.  The local homeless shelter only provided one meal a day.  All
her wonderful plans to finish high school and go on to college were abandoned
for the simplicity of survival.

She left Reno for Las Vegas with the idea she could make a
decent living as a stripper.  She worked at several different strip clubs on
and off for a time.  Her late teens were spent moving from one train wreck
relationship to another, a downward spiral into self-destruction with abusive
men, alcohol, and drugs.  The fact she liked the abuse usually made it worse.

By her early twenties she’d had enough.  She tried her best
to clean up, get out of the party lifestyle, live normally.  She barely made it
as a waitress, surviving on generous tips, trying to avoid too many disasters
in her personal life.

The cycle of abuse and disrespect never changed until the
night Aaron and Michelle adopted her into their lives.  For the first time
since the age of sixteen, she truly felt loved, cherished, respected.  And the
best part, they catered to her darkest needs, giving her all the painfully rough
sex she could handle.  Perhaps more than she could handle.

* * * *

The sheer magnitude of betrayal and abuse Ana had survived
shocked Aaron deeply.  It was a miracle she’d lived this long.

“I hate them Ana.  All of them.  They’re nothing but animals
taking their sadistic pleasures at your expense to leave you with nothing in
return.  They did horrible things to you, and I hate all of them.”

Ana was a perpetual victim in a never-ending search for a
victimizer.  If she continued her course, she’d be crippled, maimed or dead
soon enough.

“Arturo was the worst of them.  I could hardly walk after he
finished with me.  I didn’t understand it at the time, but he hurt me really
bad.”  She looked up at Aaron with eyes filled with pain.  “I can never have children. 
That’s what he did to me.”

She bawled like a baby in his embrace.

“It’s okay Ana, I’ve always known, there’s nothing you can
hide from me.  I love you completely.  Every little mistake, and imperfection
only adds to your beauty.”  She cried into his neck burying her face as he held
her gently.

“It hurts, Oh God it hurts.  But I love it.”  She cried and
shook with her confession.

“I know, I understand.  I accept you as you are Anastasia
Lucilla Makarova, and I will never stop loving you.”

“You won’t leave me again?  They always leave me.  They look
at me like I’m some kind of freak!  If you leave me I’ll die!  Please don’t
ever leave me.”