Fuensalida

Chapter 2

Cassie panicked. Her brain started screaming at her to move, to end this before her daughter could know what was going on inside. Her body was not responding to the panic in her brain. Her body was frozen, her hands on her jeans, trying to pull them up.

Chris moved himself solidly against the door, trying to gather his thoughts. He had been trying not to involve her, to bring that young girl into this mess. He remembered the thirteen-year-old Celeste quite well, the innocence on it, the sweet smile she always shot in his direction.

He was opening the door before he could stop himself and he wasn’t at all surprised to see her surprise written across her delicate face. She had definitely aged in the past three years, turning slowly into a woman. At thirteen she had budded, at sixteen she was in full blossom. She was much like her mother, brilliant blue eyes, the same dark hair with the lighter natural streaks. At the same time she was different. Her face was sweet and innocent, her lips were almost a natural red, and her curves were absolutely wrong on someone who looked that innocent. Her eyes, though, did not return the same innocence. Despite her shock, her eyes knew that his answering the door did not bode well.

“Celeste, how nice to see you.”

She blinked in response, taking a quiet step back, giving him a better look at the private school uniform that clung to her body. “Mr. Fuensalida, I thought you moved out of town.”

“Is that what they told you?” He was slowly pulling the door open. She was catching glimpses of the horrid scars across her body, taking a deep breath, knowing she should scream. This was danger personified and still she did not scream, she allowed his hand to shoot out and wrap around her arm and pull her into the room. She did not know his grip was gentler with her, she only knew he gripped her tightly and that the door slammed loudly behind them. He pulled her into the middle of the room for her parents to see, and for her to see them in return.

Her eyes fell on her mother, who was just now fixing her jeans and buttoning them quickly. Celeste pulled further away from Chris, his hand still firm on her arm as she made sure her body was not pressed against his. She let her eyes travel to her father. Those delicate and knowing blue eyes quickly began to water, looking at the drying blood stain on his temple, on his collar. She closed her eyes tightly and looked down at the ground.

“You said you would leave her out of this,” Cassie snapped at him.

“How was I supposed to know she would show up at the motel room?” he snapped back, glancing over at Fred. “I was under the impression she didn’t know where you were staying.”

“I didn’t.” Her voice rang clear, her head back to being held high. Chris looked over at her, watching the back of her neck, the long strands pulled off of it and into a rubber band that held her hair high on her head. He watched the muscles of her neck twitch as she swallowed, all eyes on her, waiting for her explanation. “I went home and noticed the box for my bracelet out.” The bracelet that even now decorated her wrist, something she had kept of him after he had fled town and she ‘knew’ she was never going to see him again. “Mom never would have taken it out of my dresser, and with my dad missing for days without anyone telling me where he went, I decided to find out. I went online, easily pulled up the charges, and drove out here.”

It was such a simple explanation it made him sick. He had wanted Cassie to notice he was there, to let her panic, he had not meant to do the same to Celeste, who was purposefully not glancing at the fun held in his hand. He made the mistake of releasing her arm, of sliding his hand up towards her shoulder, needing to touch that soft spot on her neck that tensed every time she swallowed the lump in her throat. It gave her more movement, too much movement. He was not expecting the thick heel of the Mary Jane to come directly into contact with his shin. He winced and reached out and grabbed her arm again, this time pulling her back towards him.

With the start of the fight she was not ready to give up. She was fighting for her life and she did not know she did not have to. Her leg went flying back again, this time he was prepared for her. He brought his foot up to stop her foot and then, barely an inch apart, their feet stopped, hanging in the air. Her reflexes were quick and he could only conclude she had remained taking the self-defense classes her father had insisted she go to from a young age. She had been Karate chopping wood boards at the age of ten, letting out the frustrations of living with her family out on those defenseless pieces of wood.

Her foot lowered first, then he lowered his own. Fred Lieberman was again trying to speak, sputtering loudly. “Let her go, Chris. This is between us.”

“I’m not going to kill your precious daughter,” Chris hissed, this time his hand went up and gripped the back of her neck. Not tightly, not as tightly as her parents believed when they saw her wince, it was the sudden movement, the feel of his fingers around the nape of her neck, that had her wincing. She leaned back, against him a bit, and he pulled her back and to him. He hated himself for loving the feel of her young body against his. He could already feel his cock responding to her, despite being spent inside of her mother less than ten minutes ago. This was not the lust of power, this was the lust of a man for a woman, though she was still hardly a woman.

“Turn around, Celeste,” he demanded of her, releasing his grip on her.

“Chris, you can’t-” Cassie began to protest, the well aimed gun had her stopping. His arm had been swift, she had not known it was his intention to point it at her until she could see it clearly pointed between her eyes.

“Right now I can do whatever the fuck I want,” he snapped at her, then looked back down at Celeste. “Damn it, turn around and look at me.”

She turned, her eyes hard on him as she faced him, her short stature not backing her down. Her eyes, even in the Mary Jane’s, barely came to his neck, she had to tilt her head up to stare him dead on into the cold silver eyes. He stared right back into those eyes that showed no sign of hatred, only anger.

“Move back, go sit on the bed with your mother,” he snapped at her. She took a few steps back, her legs bumping into the bed. She sat back, her ass barely on the bed when she did. He waited. He could be patient if he needed to. She hopped a bit, which did great things to her breasts in the white blouse, and landed herself a little more firmly onto the bed. He looked down at her and smiled a bit.

He took a few steps forward, Fred making a raucous in the background as he tried to kick, bite, anything to keep this madman from touching his daughter. It was awful enough to watch him defile his wife, another thing entirely to watch him even try to touch his innocent daughter.

Chris’s eyes slowly traveled up the young girl’s body, from the Mary Janes on her feet to the way her skirt fit snugly around her waist, to the bosom that with every deep breath she took pushed against the buttons of her blouse, to her pursed lips, to her eyes that would have been searing holes through his skull if she had the power. He leaned down towards her, the whole room taking and intake of breath together. She did not move, her hands white knuckled from gripping the bed beneath her so hard. He pressed his lips gently to hers, a soft kiss, though he didn’t remove them either, he kept them there, taking in the feel of strawberry lip gloss and plump lips that refused to respond. He could feel what she was trying to deny, the shaking inside of her.

He pressed his lips a bit harder to hers, still gentle, but firmer. She leaned back, almost against her mother who had slid closer, reaching out to her. He grew frustrated, slipping a quick arm around her and holding her closer. His lips moved harder, sliding over hers. She still refused to respond to him, keeping herself very still. His lips moved harder and still she did not respond.

“Kiss me,” he nearly hissed at her.

She did not respond, only continued to sit there staring up at him. Then she was sliding away from him, her mother’s arms having slipped about her without his noticing, dragging her further onto the bed and away from him. He stood up a little straighter and watched, almost amused, as her mother moved her into what could be conceived as a worse position, nearly laying across her mother’s lap, Cassie’s arms around her tightly, trying to protect her. She likely didn’t realize he could see straight up the young girl’s skirt to Hello Kitty panties beneath, which made him chuckle.

“Do not touch her.” Cassie’s voice was firm, her backbone rigid.

“You keep giving me orders that so far I haven’t listened to,” Chris told her smoothly. “What makes you think I’m going to listen to that one?”

“She has nothing to do with this,” Cassie responded. “She didn’t know what happened. We told her you went out of town and that was the end of it.”

Chris turned to Celeste, who was still watching him from the circle of her mother’s arms. “Did you believe them?” Her hesitation was enough of an answer and it made him smile. “Your own daughters knows you two are monsters, that’s so very sad.”

Celeste sat up on the bed, pushing at her mother a bit, looking at him pleadingly. “Please let us go, I know you don’t want to hurt us.”

Chris stepped over to the bed and looked down at her, only looking at her, seeing the years that had aged her. He wondered what he looked like to her now. “You are only a little right,” he told her. He reached out and grabbed her ankle and pulled, dragging her quickly away from her mother, her skirt lifting with the friction of the bed until it was around her waist and he gazed down at her as she tried to fix that skirt.

“I won’t,” she said firmly.

“I’m afraid you don’t have much of a choice,” he smiled.

“I will fight you,” she snapped at him, sitting up a bit, the skirt still more around her waist than anything. “I don’t care if you kill me, I’ll fight you.”

Of course she cared. She was betting he would not kill her. She was right, he would not kill her, she was innocent enough in all of this.

He brought the gun up once more and pointed it at Cassie. “Then I will kill someone who does matter to you,” he told her.

This gave the girl pause, her eyes glancing back at her mother, who watched the gun carefully. She thought after so much time of him pointing it at her she would feel less afraid. Every time that gun pointed at her forehead she panicked.

“You two are so close, I’ll keep it that way for you,” he told them. “Cassie, take off your daughter’s shirt.”

Cassie hesitated. She wanted to refuse, to not let him have his way with her daughter; too many scenarios ran through her mind telling her what would happen if she did not. Most ended up with her dead and her daughter still defiled by the madman. The picture was not a pleasant one, she and her husband bloody and dead while Chris raped their daughter, hard, making her scream and cry, in pain, in fear, in grief. Was it a better scenario if she helped him, made this easier for the girl who was trying hard not to shake. A fight she could have taken and come out the victor, perhaps not with him, but a good amount of people. She was strong and determined. When someone pointed a gun at you, what was your next move?

Chris watched all of these emotions crossing Cassie’s face. He continued to wait, patiently, while Celeste looked back at her mother. It was Celeste who had Cassie making up her mind. She nodded slowly. She would protect her mother valiantly, and Chris found it amusing. He wondered how far she would go to protect the woman.

For good measure he added a, “Do it now,” to show Cassie a sign of impatience, to give both girls the feeling they had no choice and were not simply resigned. He enjoyed watching Cassie’s hands reach to the vest over Celeste’s body and start opening the buttons. She pulls the vest open slowly and slides it down her arms, pulling it away from her body and placing it down on the bed beside them.

“The blouse,” he said firmly.

Celeste looked like the tears were about to spill. She remained unblinking while her mother’s hands once again moved easily over buttons, reaching around her daughter to pull at the blouse. She pulled it out of the waist of the skirt, against sliding it down her arms and placing it on the side. It left Celeste with only a plain white bra on with the little bow in the middle. Still it was seductive, with the strap sliding down her arm a bit, her eyes watching him and his reactions.

Cassie started to slide back, to pull away, but he shook his head. “You’re not done.” Cassie froze.

“You said her shirt, her shirt is off.”

“Now I’m telling you that you are not done.”

Cassie’s hands slide up Celeste’s back and to the clasps. She began opening them, watching her daughter’s face fall further. Cassie leaned forward and kisses the back of her daughter’s head as she opened the bra and began sliding it down her daughter’s arms. Celeste kept her arms firmly at her sides, not letting Cassie bring it further down.

While they played a small game of tug of war Chris stepped forward and reached between Celeste’s thighs, his hand moving straight to the pink panties. Celeste gasped, forgetting the game of tug of war, the bra sliding away from the perky breasts and dusky nipples, while Chris’s hands only grew more firm. His finger slipped along the panties, pushing against her folds, watching her tense and start to shift. To his surprise it was her mother’s arms going around her from behind, holding her against her body, that kept her from being able to really fight.

Celeste tensed further, her mother’s arms holding her firmly back, Chris’s fingers moving to the waist of the panties. All of them were ignoring the foul language coursing through Frederick’s lips. Cassie was determined that if this was going to happen, she would do what she can to make it as easy for Celeste as she could. She did not want Celeste feeling the pain of a usual rape, just that prick of pain, the stretching, of losing one’s virginity.

Chris pulled the panties off of the young girl slowly, bending down as he did, taking a good look at what she had been hiding. He ran his fingers up her thighs, towards the delicate bound, tracing a finger over the hair covering the lips of her folds. Celeste jerked and tried to push back but her mother was still holding her firmly in place. Chris smiled and pushed his fingers through the lips a bit, searching her, feeling along her clit. Her eyes widened as he found it, pressing against it, the jerk going through her body of a different variety this time.

He leaned up, his finger still pressed to her clit, slowly starting to circle it, to let the secretion of a false need drip from her. He leaned up further and again pressed his lips to hers. Her lips were parted, in that sensual way girls do without noticing, trying not to make a sound, and he took the opportunity to lick her lips gently. She pressed them firmly together, denying his tongue entry.

Chris smiled, moving closer to her, kissing along her jaw, up to her ear, his tongue tracing along her lobe. When he spoke his breath whispered delicately over her ear, causing shivers to go down her spine. “If you bite me, I will hurt your mother, and I know,” he emphasized this with a quick push and wiggle of her clit again, causing her body to writhe, which he was thoroughly enjoying, “how much you want to protect her.”

He had her, he knew it, as did she. He pressed his lips firmly to hers, pushing her back against her mother, the three of them nearly piled together. He let his lips move gently over hers, gauging her reactions, and he was more than delighted when her lips parted slightly, allowing him to slip his tongue into her mouth, to toy with the tip of hers.

He was gentle, as gentle as he could be, brushing his fingers on his left hand against her breast, feeling across the tip, listening to the small noises she mad as he played with her tongue. He ached to put the gun down, to put both of his hands over her fresh white skin. He knew that to be an impossibility. As pliant as the girl and her mother seemed now, if he moved the gun even a fraction from his grip he would no longer be able to trust them. He could hardly trust them now as his cock grew rock hard from the faint noises the girl was making.

“You bastard,” old Fred was snapping, being clearer than water now that he seemed to be recovering from the head wound a bit. “You’ve had my wife, leave my daughter alone. Kill me… kill us both, but just let her…”

Chris only laughed as he gripped Celeste’s breast a bit harder, hearing her whimper. He ran his tongue harder over hers, pushing her back further against her mother, then he began pulling back. He moved his hand back to her clit, rubbing against it, watching her jerk and squirm. “Sweetheart, I need these pants undone again.”

At that particular moment he derived a sick pleasure from watching her panic. “You knew this was going to happen,” he told her. She nodded, and still did not seem to accept what he wanted her to do. Cassie reached out, moving away from her daughter a bit, prepared to do it herself. “If you are going to do it,” he told her, “then you need to do it with your arms around her.”

Cassie let Celeste lean against her body firmly again and reached out to Chris, pulling him closer. He pressed very close, the bulge almost against Celeste’s face as Cassie moved, gripping the pants and boxers and pulling at them. Cassie undid his pants smoothly, quickly, and began pushing them down, gripping his boxers as well. She was tired of prolonging the inevitable and at the same time she wished she could stall so these moments never came.

His cock came loose, catching for a moment on those boxers, but springing up and smacking Celeste’s cheek as he moved closer. She shuddered, knowing exactly where the appendage had been only a few minutes before and he pulled it back from her, pushing his hand on her shoulder and bending her back. This time Cassie did slide away, moving out from under her daughter as the younger girl was forced back onto the bed. She laid on her back, her knees bent on the bed, toes dangling. Chris looked to Cassie and as if in sync with one another Cassie gripped her daughter and pulled her further up on the bed.

Celeste’s legs locked quickly at the ankles.

Chris could not help himself from chuckling. The poor girl was naked before him with the exception of the fabric around her waist that doubled as a skirt. Her Mary Janes were doing their best to stay on her feet while she wrapped her ankles together, almost too tightly.

Chris moved forward, kneeling onto the bed. Celeste started to panic, to push upwards. It was Cassie’s hand that came down on Celeste’s stomach and held her down. Celeste shuddered, closing her eyes tightly, waiting for the entire thing to be over. Chris knew that without the gun this girl would have been fighting much more. It was the threat of her mother’s life that kept her on that bed, and he respected her for that, for caring enough about someone to let herself be raped when she could fight, she would never win, but she could do damage if she tried hard enough.

Chris slipped his hand easily between her thighs. He was right, too much force at her ankles had made her thighs weak enough that his hand was between them before she could react. His hand was against her folds by the time she clamped hard on his hand. “This isn’t how this works, Celeste,” he told her. “Spread your legs and let me in.” He saw the shudder go through her body, felt the heat between her legs. He would never tell any of them how she grew a bit damper at his words, he never even let it show on his face. He just felt the pleasure in his rock hard cock.

“Open up, Celeste,” he continued to stay. “I promise I will be as gentle as I can be.” He saw Cassie begin to move and smirked. He knew what she was trying to do, to slip to his right, where his gun was being held tightly in his hand. While he was deep inside of Celeste she would try to get the gun, ruining the poor girl’s first time. He couldn’t allow that.

“Stay where you are, Cassie,” he snapped at her. He watched Celeste slowly unhook her ankles, watched another shudder move through her body. He gripped her leg and moved it to the side, looking down at her glistening pussy. He glanced at Cassie and then nodded down to the young girl’s pussy. “Make this easier on her instead.”

Everyone’s eyes widened in amazement. Chris pushed Celeste’s legs wider, crawling between them, his thick cock rubbing against her thigh as he moved closer, as best he could only able to use one hand to balance. He glanced at Cassie who was still staring at him in amazement. He raised an eyebrow, needing to say nothing more to her. It was a clear threat.

Cassie moved her hand between her daughter’s thighs and Celeste started to scream out, to panic, to kick. This was beyond what her mind wanted to deal with. Chris’s gun narrowed and pointed. Cassie’s head was in the line of fire. Celeste whimpered and stopped moving, laying back across the bed. Chris smiled while Cassie reached down to her daughter’s wet pussy and stroked along it, spreading the folds with her fingers. Celeste shuddered, this time not in the small pleasure she had felt while had had spoken to her.

He moved, leaning over her, watching her breathe. He pushed the head of his cock against her slit, rubbing himself along the tight opening. Cassie’s fingers gripped him, pushing him closer, still stroking her daughter’s wet folds. Slowly, very slowly, Chris began pushing himself into the young girl. Her knees moved upward, of their own accord, her body spreading a bit to try to welcome the thick length into her body. Celeste whimpered, Cassie’s fingers moved. Her fingers moved to the girl’s clit and rubbed, hard, making her wet quickly. Despite the girl’s dislike and anger, she could not deny the feeling that jerked through her when her clit was rubbed, and who to know better than the mother she came from just how to touch the delicate nub?

He pushed deeper, and deeper, until he buried himself completely inside of her. He was not surprised to find a lack of virginity’s proof. The hymen was broken so easily and girls were so active, this one took self-defense, she could have easily broken it by kicking high enough with those perfect legs.

She whimpered again, her sounds only making him harder inside of her. He felt the ecstasy of her body and almost regretted having to move, to not just feel her wrapped around him. Then he began to move, to take her, slowly, moving through her tight walls that clung to him. He wanted her so badly it was making him ill. He tried to move slowly, to give her some pleasure. He watched her face contort, her mother’s fingers continuing to rub and twirl at her clit. It made the girl wetter, easier to slide in and out of, and the easier it made it the more he wanted. He moved faster, his hips bouncing against her as he drove himself in and out of her. Her cries were filling the room. Her cries of pleasure were buried there, he could see it, he could see her enjoying him in the haze of her eyes, in the way her lips parted. He was burning for more of her, ready to put down the gun so he could touch her, grip her. He was no longer afraid of what they would try, he was afraid of what he would try, of how much he would let go to take her so very completely.

She jerked below him, her walls contracting and releasing in quick succession. Her body began to writhe under him and he licked his lips, needing Cassie to continue her strokes. The feeling of this was more amazing than he thought, and he wanted her to do it, to let go.

She bucked up and did just what he wanted, letting go on a scream of pleasure. She kicked a bit as her orgasm rushed through her, her whole body shaking under him, her eyes rolling up. That was a true orgasm, and he did not care that some other woman’s had to help bring her there, he was just happy she did that happy little shudder over his thick cock and under his body. His cock swelled further, he wanted to burst inside of her. He did not even realize he was panting, moaning while he pounded into the younger girl who could not seem to gain control of her body.

“No!” Cassie screamed loudly. Her hands were on him, pulling him from her daughter. Instead of fighting him for the gun, which she easily could have done, she was pushing at her own pants. His cock pulled from Celeste and he ached, he wanted to cum inside of her, he needed to let go of that sweet release.

“It’s not safe for her,” Cassie told him, crawling over him and straddling his hips. She had roughly pulled her jeans off around her boots and was ready to take him again, his gun still held firmly, Celeste on the other side of their bodies curled up. He knew her eyes were dripping with silent tears, he wanted to soothe her, to tell her she was incredible and he wanted more. Cassie sheathed him inside of her before he could even reach out to her. He moaned, loudly, swollen and needing the feel of a woman’s body. He wanted her, but he would accept the woman above him. He lifted his hips, pushing deeper into Cassie, who began bouncing over his thick cock.

Celeste slowly began to move, towards the edge of the bed, away from him. He reached out to her, to try to grip her, still wanting to feel that soft skin, but she pulled violently from him. She sat up, the tears very apparent now. She moved closer to the edge of the bed and Chris growled, slamming his heady cock up and into Cassie harder. “Stop her,” he snapped at her. Cassie reached out, aware of the threat on her life still pointed in his right hand. She gripped Celeste and dragged her closer.

“Close your eyes if you need to,” Cassie whispered to her daughter, and Celeste did just that.

Chris gripped Celeste’s arm and tugged her down so she lay beside him. While his hips lifted, pumping against Cassie, he held Celeste close, his hand moving up her back, pulling her closer to him, his lips finding hers and pressing hard against them. Celeste did not respond; he did not expect her to. He just needed the heat of her lips against his, his hips pumping Cassie’s bouncing body until his straining cock could not hold back any longer, crying out against Celeste’s lips and filling Cassie with the spurts of seed flowing through him. Cassie shuddered, grinding herself down on his body, taking every drop from him.

Chris pulled back from Celeste’s lips, a bit dazed. He held the gun in a hand that was almost a bit shaky from having cum twice in such a short period of time. He watched Cassie pull off of him and move to the floor in search of her jeans. He was a little shocked when Celeste leaned up and kisses him again, this time her lips moving against his, hotly, passionately. Her arm wrapped around him, holding onto him, not reaching for the weapon. She was just holding tightly onto him as she kissed him fervently, his lips meeting hers, his tongue slipping through her lips excitedly, playing along her tongue.

Cassie moved along the floor, her jeans mostly back in place, though not buttoned up. She moved a silently as she could, over to the coat Chris had dropped onto the floor. She stuck her hand in the pocket and felt for what she hoped would be there. To her utter excitement, it was. A small thin silver key that would fit perfectly within the handcuffs that restrained her husband. She looked up at him, begging him not to make a sound. She pushed the key into the lock and turned, trying to muffle the sound of the handcuffs unlocking.

Like a good daughter Celeste moaned into Chris’s kiss. He turned her slightly, letting his free hand roam over her side, his tongue deep in her mouth. She expected a man who could do such things to taste like gin or rum, instead he tasted like peppermint, either from brushing his teeth or chewing on gum. She was not sure if she could have detected alcohol, but she knew this was a man with all of his wits about him, and it frightened her, even as she clung to him helplessly.

Cassie opened the handcuffs on her husband’s wrists and freed him. He tried not to tumble forward, his head woozy from the crack against his skull. He wanted out and away. It was selfish of both parents, they knew Chris would not hurt Celeste. If they could only escape he would not know what to do with her.

They did not want to think that in his rage he would turn against her. He likely was angry enough to kill the poor girl. It was what had them hesitating, even as they tried to crawl across the floor silently.

Their hesitation cost them. The barrel of Chris’s gun once more find it’s mark against Cassie’s head, this time at the back of it. She stopped moving, feeling it drive down on her skull. Celeste was still in his free hand, holding onto him as he leaned over the bed, gripping her tightly against his body.

“What exactly was your plan?”

Neither of them had an answer.

Chris pulled Celeste closer to him, sliding off of the bed and in front of the man who was leading the way towards the hotel door. Chris’s foot went out and struck the man in his throat. Fred coughed and spat, thick blood coming out as he choked. Celeste cried out in horror, trying to turn away, Cassie screamed out and stood. Chris held out the gun on Cassie and looked to Celeste. “It’s your choice.” He pointed the gun at Cassie, then at Frederick, then back at Cassie. Celeste’s eyes widened and filled, her body trying to jerk away.

Chris smirked and released her. “Put on your blouse,” he demanded. “I already know your choice.”

Chris pointed the gun at his mark.