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Family Secrets of the Castle Corpse Mansion
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
896
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Deirdre Dumont
Deirdre Dumont was sixteen years old. She huddled for warmth behind one of the large couches in the living room. She shuddered violently, crying silently to herself as she watched two of her cousins’ fight. Diego and Lorenzo were fighting out of anguish and the argument was unbelievable. Deirdre was so alone she could hardly stand to watch as her cousins fought. Lorenzo was holding a bag and inside was plenty of the newest drugs they had come out with a replacement for acectecycoteline, or what they called ace. It was illegal beyond all conceivable imagination.
“DIEGO! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THIS CAN DO TO YOU?!” Lorenzo’s hushed shouts reverberated off the walls of the dark living room, and echoed down the hall into the early morning. It was nearly three in the morning, but regardless of the time, Diego was not going to give up selling just because his older brother felt like yelling a little. He knew that hiding behind that couch was a vulnerable, but beautiful sixteen year old girl that after a few ace shots would be willing to do anything he wanted of her.
Lorenzo threw the bag violently at Diego and walked out of the dark living room…he was furious, but his decision was final. They would continue this discussion the next day. For now, it was time for Lorenzo to go to sleep; completely unaware of what was about to happen to his poor cousin.
“Didi, come on…I have the stuff for you.” Diego’s taunting made the urge for more even worse. Deirdre cried clinging tightly to her robe, trying to fight this need she had for ace, but it wasn’t helping, and when Diego moved that couch, she wasn’t going to be able to hold her urge anymore. She felt the couch move slowly behind her and she gazed up at the bag of shiny blue pills. She felt her mind screaming to her as she tried to look away but couldn’t.
“Come on Didi…you know you want some.” It was apparent that no matter how much she tried, nothing was ever going to help her quit taking the stuff. He stood trembling to her feet, shaking a little less violently this time, but the sight of all those blue pills sent a tremor down her spine and she just needed one. Just one.
“I want one Diego…” She whispered holding out one hand, trying to clutch her robe to her body with the other. “Please…” Her soft whisper of pleading anxiety was driving him absolutely wild as he felt his erection press tightly against the inside of his boxers. She walked closer to him, begging for a pill, just one, and he wanted more than just to give her that pill.
“Take it off Deirdre and them I’ll give it to you.” His voice was calm and nonchalant as he watched his cousin whimper in resistance, but drop the robe she was holding around her and expose her thin body to him. As he had promised, he handed her a pill and took her by the arm. Her body was bruised and scarred badly from her multiple attempts to kill herself and her recent hobby of taking sharp objects on Sundays and engraving herself with them.
Diego’s rough hands pulled their bodies close together as she fought to get away, knowing she couldn’t scream. He had already warned her that if she screamed he would make it a lot worse, and to her, being raped every other night was already bad enough. His lips grazed across the skin on her neck, biting harshly and uncaring. He felt her pull against him, trying to get away and make a break for her room, but tonight that wasn’t going to happen. Deirdre’s breath was short as she fought, but as the ace kicked in, she became less and less able to fight him off.
The weaker she grew, the harder Diego pushed her, forcing her down on one of the larger sofas and pulling off what little bit of clothing he had. To him it felt amazing to feel the small squirming figure underneath his fingertips and even better to know what he was about to do to her. She begged him and pleaded to be let go as he tried to force her legs apart, but he only laughed rather maniacally at her tears. His success of opening her legs was greatly celebrated as he threw himself into her.
He crushed his lips against her to soften her scream of pain, tasting the warmth of her mouth against his as he thrust into her again. She sobbed violently shaking out of fear and hatred. Diego’s hands smoothed her chest and roamed around the scarred flesh that was her thighs and waist. It was quite apparent she had been cutting a lot more often than usual. His laughter overtook him as she gazed in horror up at him. Her green eyes were stained with tears and he was not the least bit sorry for what he was doing, nor did he feel like stopping any time soon.
He sped up, forcing her to endure much more physical agony as she could only stare up at him in terror. She couldn’t even cry there was nothing left of her. She felt disgusting, as if she had done something worthy of this punishment and she knew her addiction had put her here. Diego couldn’t hold out much longer. He felt the pressure build up; forcing him to shoot everything he had built up over this fifteen minute period of time. Stream after stream until there was nothing left to empty into her body.
She couldn’t move. Her body hurt and the pain emitting down her spine was practically unbearable for her to feel. He got up and walked away, leaving her behind a set of ten pills and a very explicit photograph of the two of them. And she was trapped beneath him, almost terrified to be alone, for fear he might come back.
“Deirdre……….” Avery called out into the room where Deirdre lay. She didn’t even have the strength to cover her body as he approached her. Without a word he wrapped her in her robe, took the bag of pills and carried her up to Kaitlyn’s room so she could finally get some sleep. As he carried her, he noticed a cut across her lower abdomen, in the shape of an x, still bleeding. This was when he knew Diego had to be stopped.
“DIEGO! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THIS CAN DO TO YOU?!” Lorenzo’s hushed shouts reverberated off the walls of the dark living room, and echoed down the hall into the early morning. It was nearly three in the morning, but regardless of the time, Diego was not going to give up selling just because his older brother felt like yelling a little. He knew that hiding behind that couch was a vulnerable, but beautiful sixteen year old girl that after a few ace shots would be willing to do anything he wanted of her.
Lorenzo threw the bag violently at Diego and walked out of the dark living room…he was furious, but his decision was final. They would continue this discussion the next day. For now, it was time for Lorenzo to go to sleep; completely unaware of what was about to happen to his poor cousin.
“Didi, come on…I have the stuff for you.” Diego’s taunting made the urge for more even worse. Deirdre cried clinging tightly to her robe, trying to fight this need she had for ace, but it wasn’t helping, and when Diego moved that couch, she wasn’t going to be able to hold her urge anymore. She felt the couch move slowly behind her and she gazed up at the bag of shiny blue pills. She felt her mind screaming to her as she tried to look away but couldn’t.
“Come on Didi…you know you want some.” It was apparent that no matter how much she tried, nothing was ever going to help her quit taking the stuff. He stood trembling to her feet, shaking a little less violently this time, but the sight of all those blue pills sent a tremor down her spine and she just needed one. Just one.
“I want one Diego…” She whispered holding out one hand, trying to clutch her robe to her body with the other. “Please…” Her soft whisper of pleading anxiety was driving him absolutely wild as he felt his erection press tightly against the inside of his boxers. She walked closer to him, begging for a pill, just one, and he wanted more than just to give her that pill.
“Take it off Deirdre and them I’ll give it to you.” His voice was calm and nonchalant as he watched his cousin whimper in resistance, but drop the robe she was holding around her and expose her thin body to him. As he had promised, he handed her a pill and took her by the arm. Her body was bruised and scarred badly from her multiple attempts to kill herself and her recent hobby of taking sharp objects on Sundays and engraving herself with them.
Diego’s rough hands pulled their bodies close together as she fought to get away, knowing she couldn’t scream. He had already warned her that if she screamed he would make it a lot worse, and to her, being raped every other night was already bad enough. His lips grazed across the skin on her neck, biting harshly and uncaring. He felt her pull against him, trying to get away and make a break for her room, but tonight that wasn’t going to happen. Deirdre’s breath was short as she fought, but as the ace kicked in, she became less and less able to fight him off.
The weaker she grew, the harder Diego pushed her, forcing her down on one of the larger sofas and pulling off what little bit of clothing he had. To him it felt amazing to feel the small squirming figure underneath his fingertips and even better to know what he was about to do to her. She begged him and pleaded to be let go as he tried to force her legs apart, but he only laughed rather maniacally at her tears. His success of opening her legs was greatly celebrated as he threw himself into her.
He crushed his lips against her to soften her scream of pain, tasting the warmth of her mouth against his as he thrust into her again. She sobbed violently shaking out of fear and hatred. Diego’s hands smoothed her chest and roamed around the scarred flesh that was her thighs and waist. It was quite apparent she had been cutting a lot more often than usual. His laughter overtook him as she gazed in horror up at him. Her green eyes were stained with tears and he was not the least bit sorry for what he was doing, nor did he feel like stopping any time soon.
He sped up, forcing her to endure much more physical agony as she could only stare up at him in terror. She couldn’t even cry there was nothing left of her. She felt disgusting, as if she had done something worthy of this punishment and she knew her addiction had put her here. Diego couldn’t hold out much longer. He felt the pressure build up; forcing him to shoot everything he had built up over this fifteen minute period of time. Stream after stream until there was nothing left to empty into her body.
She couldn’t move. Her body hurt and the pain emitting down her spine was practically unbearable for her to feel. He got up and walked away, leaving her behind a set of ten pills and a very explicit photograph of the two of them. And she was trapped beneath him, almost terrified to be alone, for fear he might come back.
“Deirdre……….” Avery called out into the room where Deirdre lay. She didn’t even have the strength to cover her body as he approached her. Without a word he wrapped her in her robe, took the bag of pills and carried her up to Kaitlyn’s room so she could finally get some sleep. As he carried her, he noticed a cut across her lower abdomen, in the shape of an x, still bleeding. This was when he knew Diego had to be stopped.