Page 8 of Remorseless Sinner

Gracie

F or a moment in my sleep, I thought I was trapped in the water again, held underneath by my powerful stepbrother.

In my dreams, I wanted to flail but my limbs seemed heavy, weak, a strange weightless, bodiless sensation in them, my head singing with a feeling that was both unfamiliar and unsettlingly wrong.

My eyelids fluttering, I opened my eyes to see the dark-wood ceiling of my bedroom, roses curling in the window.

It was my little cottage, but what had changed?

I raised my hand up to rub my eyes and looked in shock at my fingers.

There was a ring on my fourth finger, a massive blood-red ruby.

Wait. . .what?

Suddenly a burst of raw pleasure shot through me and I looked down with shock to see Saul between my thighs.

“Stop!” I cried, but his dark eyes only flicked up at me.

He didn’t move his position and with both big arms locked around my thighs I couldn’t go anywhere.

I watched in horror as his mouth moved up and down, sending painfully pleasurable sensations through my cunt and making my skin buzz.

“Saul, stop!” I begged again, kicking my feet helplessly against him, but it was like a tiny fly trying to take down a bear.

Gracie, how many times am I going to have to baptize you?” he asked, meeting my eyes, then sticking out his tongue and licking up the way up my slit with obscene relish.

“I’m—not a virgin,” I said, trying desperately to wipe away the slick wetness on my legs, shove his face away.

What had he done to me while I was asleep?

“Oh?” Saul asked. “How about you stop bullshitting me, Gracie?”

I gasped at his language, and the way he dove down between my legs.

I should have looked away, but I couldn’t stop watching, my hips totally trapped and pinned open for him.

And then my body was on fire, burning heat flooding my cheeks and chest as he released my thighs and took both my heavy breasts in his hands, squeezing each one until a stream of milk shot out straight into the air.

The relief in my breasts was almost instantaneous, the swollen ache popping free as I suddenly convulsed in long waves.

He made depraved grunting sounds as I felt pure liquid squirt from my body to soak his chin and shirt. My eyes crossed as his mouth sucking up all the juices, his beard rasping all over my thighs as he finally loosened his grip.

“That was good, Gracie. Give me a few more of those.”

“Did you hear me?” I asked, stumbling backwards and clutching my knees to my chest, tightening my thighs together to try to stop that strange, unholy pounding there. “I bet you think I’m a virgin. But I’m not. I’ve—had sex with lots of men.”

“Have you?” he asked as I tried to pull the sheets over my naked body. “Give me their names so I can kill them, then.”

When I hesitated, my back pressed hard against the headboard, he said,

“I know you, Gracie. You forget you can’t bullshit me. Now move your hands. I want to put a baby in you.”

“But you can’t want me!” I protested. “I’m not pure. I’m not a virgin. Don’t you want a virginal bride?”

Saul moved toward me as I held up one trembling hand to stop him.

“I want you, Gracie. I don’t care about any other bullshit. And, besides, I know you’re lying.”

And then he was above me, encircling me with his massive arms.

His fingers tightened on my chin and with one swift move he had gripped the sheets and torn them from my body.

“Stop!” I whimpered, trying to cover myself.

But it only made the milk spray even more out of my engorged breasts, and I couldn’t resist a moan as it begin to flow in a sticky wet mess down my belly and pool in my cunt.

“Don’t you believe Dr. Meier?” I asked desperately. “I’m a whore. A loose woman.”

“ Are you a whore?” Saul asked, and his voice seemed to scrape down my spine, fill me with a confusing mix of hate and need. “ Are you a whore for me?”

“No! You can’t control me!”

“Oh? Why do you think you lactate, Gracie?”

He dragged two fingers down the trail of milk, scooping some up and filling his mouth. “When you aren’t pregnant yet?”

“I— what did you do, Saul ?”

He grinned at me and said nothing.

That grin. . .that grin that had sometimes made me forget he was a fucking psychopath.

He ran a hand over my belly as I desperately tried to cover up my breasts. But I couldn’t cover everything.

“This belly is going to be filled with my babies, Gracie. Now be a sweet girl and accept it.”

“Never! Why would I want my step- brother’s babies?”

“Because you love me.”

“I do not love you! You scare the shit out of me!”

He grinned again, that wicked, devilish smile.

“Such language,” he taunted mockingly. “I told you, I know who you are. Give in, Gracie. You’re a wicked girl. What am I to do with you?”

Saul’s hand ran over the skin of my thighs.

“How should I punish you?”

“Punish me? I’ve done nothing?”

My new husband gripped my wrist so hard I cried out.

“How about keeping your cunt from me, Gracie? How about keeping your beautiful wet channel and your delicious soft womb from me? Are those things not sins?”

“It is no sin to try to escape from you .”

“Do you really want to escape from me? Or are you just afraid of the fact that I know you . I know who you are underneath. I know what you did to try to keep me away. But time’s up, Mrs. Brennan . I won. Submit.”

I started to scream, ridiculously and shrilly, but I couldn’t make myself stop, flailing my arms and kicking my legs, throwing my head back and forth.

“Stop!” Saul ordered sharply, and I was furious to remember this voice, remember anything about him, remember what he had done in our senior year.

Remember the wickedness that I had turned a blind eye to.

Remember the wickedness that I hadn’t told anyone about, that I hadn’t gone to the police about.

Because it had benefited me. It had kept me from suffering at the hands of the other seniors.

I should have been willing to suffer for righteousness.

That was one of the basic precepts of the Eye. The Eye held that all should suffer. Suffering was moral.

So I should have stopped him.

But I didn’t.

I knew what he was. I knew how far he would go. And I hadn’t stopped him.

I screamed and screamed with my eyes screwed shut, knowing that my walls were thick and made of stone, but I screamed anyways.

Then my face was captured with a strong hand, and I inflated my lungs to scream again, my eyes tightly closed, when something was stuffed into my mouth.

I gagged lavishly, unfamiliar with the hard, velvety sensation, as it pressed past my lips and bore down on my tongue.

I opened my eyes and there was Saul above me on the bed, his body spanning mine, and with a start of horror I realized when I saw his hand pressing the thick bar of tanned skin into me that this was his cock in my mouth.

Cocks were disgusting things!

“Shh, Gracie,” Saul said sternly. “You are going to hurt yourself. Suck on this, it will calm you down.”

I didn’t want to suck on it, and I wanted to tell him so.

But I had no room to speak, no way to tell him.

The cock pressed down on my tongue, and I gagged in panic, my stomach heaving as I tried to control myself.

“Suck on it,” he ordered again, and I didn’t want to, but there was no other way to stop the gagging.

Desperately, I latched my lips onto his cock and tried to suck.

My lips burned as he pushed further. They were stretched wide and there was still more of his cock to go!

“Good girl,” he said. “Most of it is in now.”

Most of it? I tried to scream, but it only came out as a garbled gurgle.

I couldn’t tell if he was all the way in or not, but I felt something descending down my throat, closing my airway and making tears spring to my eyes.

Then I almost jumped out of my skin when two heavy weights hit me in the throat with a sickening slap .

He pulled out, just enough for me to gasp a ragged breath, then he was back in again, his balls slamming into my throat and jolting my head, that cock stuffed so far down my throat as my lips screamed in protest.

In and out while I lost pressure so hard my ears closed up.

“Look at me,” he said into the fog.

And then, suddenly something exploded in my throat, pouring boiling heat down into my belly, and I windmilled my hands in a panic, gagging, but there was simply no place for the cum to go except down my throat.

So down it went, me gulping each dirty depraved cup of his cum until it was all gone.

My jaw ached now, the tears drying into streaks on my cheeks.

My mouth tasted like salt and sweet.

But even still he didn’t let me go.

“You will keep my cock in your mouth until you are calm enough to be reasonable,” he said sternly.

Almost screaming in rage, the tears poured down my face, but he knelt above me on the bed, now beginning to stroke my hair.

“I’m a kind man,” he said, his eyes gleaming wickedly at me. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll give you a week to. . .adjust. Now shh and suck this cock.”

Begrudgingly, I sucked again, sucked till I was stuffed full of cum, till I could have sworn it was coming back up my throat, and I was quiet, my lips tightening weakly over his wet cock.

Only then did he release me.

“I’ll get you some soup.”

My eyes were bleary

“What do you even know about soup?”

He turned sideways, the heavy bulk of his body framed in the doorway, as I noticed the strength of each finger gripping the wood.

“Because I know things about you, sister. Ever since the first day I met you, I’ve learned something new. I know things about you that you don’t even know. I know the way your toes taste at night. And I want to know more. Everything about you.”

Then he left me to my silent screams.