Of Malice and Deceit

Of Malice and Deceit















“Please sir? It would be much better if I came with you. Nikki isn’t real strong… He’ll only slow you down.” James begged.



“Jim, you have things you should be doing, right? Or am I paying you to stand around wasting time?” Pierce asked casually. He was pulling things into the back of the wagon, Nichole was too afraid of falling to turn around in her seat to see what Pierce was doing.



“No sir.” James conceded.



“...Why are you still standing around?” There was a tinge of annoyance in Pierce’s voice, but for the most part he sounded amused. Nichole found this very strange.



“I’m going, I just want to say goodbye to my brother.” James walked around the wagon to her side. Nichole looked down at him.



“Be good Nikki. Do whatever he tells you… And if you start feeling bad, take deep breaths… like we practiced.” James looked to see if Pierce was looking in their direction, when he saw that Pierce wasn’t he leaned forward quickly and kissed Nichole’s hand. She felt a sudden heartbreaking tenderness towards her brother. She had missed him, had missed his touch and his love when he was away. She wanted it to go back to before he left, to the times when he would pick her up, throw her in the air and tell her stories of long ago adventures. She knew it was fruitless thought.



Nichole nodded, but all she really wanted to do was to jump off the wagon and hug James with all her strength. She wondered how she would protect herself against Pierce without her brother.



“Alright. You’ve had your goodbye, now get back to work.” Pierce demanded. Her brother gave her a final look, turned around and walked away. Nichole let out a quiet, defeated sigh.



Pierce’s heavy weight shifted the wagon so that Nichole slid closer to him. He settled himself and put something into his inside coat pocket. He picked up the reigns, easily commanding the horses on their path. Nichole only fidgeted.



She couldn’t help herself, she turned around and watched the magnificent house slowly disappear behind rolling, green hills. She watched it until the speck of white in the distance was unrecognizable. She hoped that she would see it again.



“So Nick?” He said it in a biting way, like the very name left a foul taste on his lips and he needed to get rid of it.



“Yes sir?” She wasn’t positive if he heard her. The soft whooshing of the wind seemed to drown out her voice.



“You know, I just realized that we don’t really know each other. Which is a shame. A god damned shame.” He said it with a smirk. Words to him were one more way to undermine the people around him, Nichole knew. If it wasn’t his presence - with its colossal frame- if it wasn’t his wealth, then it was going to be his words that would cut people in half; terrify them into submission.



Nichole murmured something that wasn’t words, wasn’t an agreements or a disagreement; it was just sound so that He was aware that she had heard, that she acknowledged His claim.



“We have to fix that.” He looked over at her, and Nichole found herself caught in his gaze; a gaze that was bluer and so much brighter than the day sky. She nodded, swallowing repeatedly, wanting that gnawing fear out of her throat.



“Tell me about yourself. Jim never said anything about a brother…Well that’s understandable, I suppose. Sometimes when you find yourself with less than impressive family members, you don’t like everyone to be aware.” He said the last bit a stage whisper, like he was telling her a secret. Nichole felt anger. She knew anger, had felt it before, but it was nothing as compared to what she felt now.



“My brother isn’t ashamed of me.” She said, her teeth grinding against each other.



“Now did I say that?” Pierce looked incredulous, like he was truly shocked that Nichole came up with that from the things he had said before.



Nichole lowered her head, unconsciously submitting her defeat.



“I asked…” Pierce moved his face close to hers, she could see the dark hairs of his forming stubble and smell soap and sweat. “…if I had ever even hinted at the fact that your brother was ashamed of you?” His voice was authoritative, leaving no room for argument.



“No sir.” Nichole said meekly, feeling stupid for getting angry at something she couldn’t control. Feeling stupid that she could mistakenly think to wield logic over someone that could easily crush it under his thumb.



“Well I do believe that you should apologize for painting me in such a bad light.” Pierce said; there was a certain malicious glee behind his words, she had heard that tone of voice before. She had seen, when she was still living with her parents, some neighborhood boys circle around a cat – they had jeered and taunted it, pocking it with a stick, and no matter how hard it tried to escape, it couldn’t. Those boys had relished in their control, in their torture of that cat – just as Pierce was doing now.



“I’m sorry sir.” Nichole whispered. She wanted to cry, she wanted to shout – but most of all, she wanted to beat her fists into his face, not that they would do much harm.



“It’s okay. I forgive you. You’ve been through a lot.” This feigned acceptance had come with one of his heavy arms looping around her shoulder, and dragging her to him. Nichole felt panic, felt her lungs constrict, felt her breathing lose its rhythm. She looked at Pierce, pleading with her eyes to let her go. But he didn’t, he just looked down at her.



His face was blank, but his eyes looked curious. Like her struggle was intriguing to him, but just so, not enough for him to do anything about it.



Nichole opened her mouth and tried to take in large breaths so that her lungs would open up and allow her to breath. But the air got stuck in her throat. She felt a clawing fear – what if this was her last breath?



Pierce’s eyes remained steady and blue through her panic, she focused on them. She noticed that the pupils of his eyes were very small, and that there was a black outline around his iris, highlighting the bright blueness of his eyes. The longer she stared, the more the blue seemed like water to her – flowing in languid curls and strokes. His face unfocused and all Nichole saw was the deep blue of his eyes. She felt her muscles relax, felt herself slowing melt into his side. She started to calm even before she realized that she was breathing.



She felt tired. Her struggle had exhausted her. She wanted to rest her head on something and close her heavy eyes. She leaned forward and without knowing, rested her head against Pierce’s chest. She didn’t see the road, didn’t see that they had gone into a forest, where the trees covered the sky, and only the most persistent rays filtered through. She only saw the bright blue ocean of seconds ago, engulfing her in its cool calmness.



And just as her eyes finally closed, she felt the wagon stop. Without a word, Pierce got out and pulled Nichole into his arms. Her earlier exhaustion muddled her brain making the quick actions disorienting. Before she knew it, Pierce had her in his arms. She tried looking around to see what was happening, but the lack of oxygen before was making it hard for her eyes to focus. He strode into the depth of the forest in quick, long steps while easily holding onto her.



As she finally realized where they were Pierce let her down roughly, took out some crisp notes from his pocket and threw them at her feet. He turned around and started walking back to the wagon.



Nichole looked down to see that the notes were actually dollars, some that had twenties on them, some that had fifties, and she even saw a hundred. It finally dawned on her – Pierce intended to leave her here.



“Where….where are you going?” She asked, her fear making her voice stronger than ever before.



Pierce paused, but didn’t turn around. “You’re useless to me. The earlier episode proved just how weak you are.” He started to walk again. Nichole stood there, absolutely horrified at her situation.



“You can’t leave me here!” She shouted. The voice that broke through was utterly feminine, one that she had never heard before.



Pierce paused again, and turned around this time. “Why not? You are completely useless. My animals don’t get sick enough to really need you, and when they to Ray can take care of them just as well. You give me nothing. Why should I keep you?”



“Please, please don’t leave me here.” A sob broke through her lips; the moment it did, she couldn’t seem to stop.



“You’re pathetic…” His voice was indifferent, like he didn’t just call her pathetic, but was commenting on the weather.



“Please sir. My brother…”



“You’re brother what?! You’re brother is better off without you!” Pierce burst out.



Nichole tried to stop her sobbing, tried to make him understand. “I need to stay. Please, please don’t leave me here.” She had started edging her way to him, like a pet that knew it had angered it master. All her previous hostility towards him had gone, replaced with her desperation. He was the only one who would help her, he was her savior.



“Please sir. I’ll do anything, anything. Please don’t leave me here.” She pleaded. Her knees buckled wanting to take her down upon the dirt ground, but she held steadfast – hoping that her show of, at least, this much strength would save her in some way.



Around the trees, He didn’t appear so big, he almost appeared like any other man; Nichole hated those deceiving trees.



Pierce let out an exasperated sigh. “Stop that crying.” Nichole gulped loudly, calming herself.



“What can I possibly use you for?” He asked, running his hand through his thick, black hair. He looked at her with slight consideration, his face relaxed. Nichole hated that expression – it showed just how completely uninterested he was in her, how completely worthless she was to him. Nichole wanted to mean something to him, she realized. She wanted for him to look at her with certain… anything! Anything but this complete and utter disregard.



“I’ll do anything. Just don’t leave me here.” She was close enough that if she were to extend her arms, she’d be touching him.



Pierce let out another sigh. “If I was anyone else, I wouldn’t even consider this. I run a ranch, not a soup kitchen.” He said looking down at her. His look was one of resignation. What Nichole didn’t know was that he was fighting back a smirk.



“Please… Please.” Nichole gave it one last try, putting all her need into that one word. Her cheeks glowed red from her panic, wetted by her tears. Her eyes were large and glowing…and desperate – Pierce found that particular fact most pleasing of all.



“Okay. I’ll give you one more chance.” He said. He stood there a moment, lost in his own thoughts, looking at her…and seeing her – not seeing through her, or around her, but truly seeing her. No one had ever seen Nichole before…not this way.



When he finally did move, He took of his coat, bunched it up, and let it drop in front of him.



“Kneel.” Pierce said, pointing to the coat. Nichole wasn’t sure if he meant her to kneel in front of the coat or on the coat. She looked up at him questioningly.



“Kneel on the coat.” She moved forward and dropped her knees on the coat. She realized that the coat served as a cushion for her knees from the hard ground. But she was still uncertain as to why she was kneeling.



“Sir?” She looked up tentatively, only to see that He was coming closer to her. When He was only a few inches away from her, He stopped. Nichole realized that she was almost completely level with his manhood. She looked up at him, silently asking him what she was supposed to do.



“You know…good whores are so hard to come by. And I only go into town once a month.” He said casually. Nichole felt her cheeks redden at the word “whore”, such a word was never said around her, but she still didn’t understand.



“Do you know why so many men want to come with me when I’m going into town?” He asked, just as casually.



“No sir.” Nichole had just assumed it was because the men wanted a little variety in their lives; the constant repetition of waking up with the sun, and working until the sun set was a difficult life. Going into town with the boss to be the mule was better than staying at the ranch and being a mule.



“It’s because this town I’m going to has some of the best whores our great state has to offer.” He said smirking.



Nichole felt her cheeks heat, and her heart race and his blatant use of such sexual words. She had never been allowed to hear such talk, not even at the ranch because her brother had constantly been working to stop her from being around the men and their talk.



“But I’m not too fond of them. You never know where they’ve been, or what’s been in them.” He continues, his smirk growing. “And I’ve been thinking of getting one just for myself.”



Nichole stiffened as realization dawned on her.



“See, I’m not fond of the male sex much, especially when we’re talking about me sticking my cock in them. But I find you strangely…attractive.” He sighed, rubbing his hand over his face. He looked back at her. “Now you can let me stick my cock in anyplace I want on your body, or I can go back, tell your poor brother that you disappeared while in town, and go on my merry way. Or you can open that pretty mouth of yours and suck. So what will it be Nikki?”



Nichole stared at him in horror. “Sir…I don’t – I’ve never…” She stopped unable to coherently form a sentence.



“Of course I know, you stupid boy. But not to worry. I’ll teach you.” He said, believing it to be a very generous command.



“Okay.” The word came out effortlessly. Nichole wondered about this. She had thought about the life she would lead outside the ranch, away from her brother - the prospect had not been pleasant. But still. She should have felt more hesitation, more conflicting thought. She felt something, something that tingled and shot little spasms of… she didn’t know how to describe this feeling, through her body. She had felt the shadow of this feeling, but it had never been this intense before.



She opened her mouth in an O, waiting.



“Boy. I think you might be the prettiest whore I have yet to see.” Pierce said gruffly, bringing his hand to the bulge in his denim pants – the same way he had done before. Nichole allowed herself to watch this time. She saw that Pierce wasn’t just rubbing it, he squeezed and fondled it, just as she would do to her breasts when they ached.



“Wet your mouth and open it again.” He said through a groan. Nichole did as he asked. Pierce worked his zipper, drawing it down slowly. Nichole watched the descent intently. She thought about the complete wickedness of the act and felt in even great spasm of feeling, but this time centered between her thighs. She had an urge to rub there, where the feeling was centered, but she didn’t think that it would be appropriate to touch herself there in front of another person. So she held back.










TBC…





Author’s Note:

I don’t usually stop a scene like this, but I’ve had this much written for the past two weeks, and I just haven’t figured out how to continue, so I thought I’d finally post this much and wait for inspiration on the rest. I’m terribly sorry for any errors. I’m a horrible proofreader.