“Oh, my God! Bree!” I suddenly blurted with my body trying desperately hard to break free from my restraints. “Bree!” I shouted again while those horrid tears – tears I vowed I would never shed again since finding my happy place in this world – clung perilously and desperately in my eyes. “Bree!”
“Shut the fuck up!” Sara yelled, backhanding me across the face. “You,” Sara then said pointing brutality at Bree. “Come here. Now!” Bree choked back her tears and walked to Sara who in turn grabbed Bree stern by the arm and placed her right in front of my distraught appearance; an appearance I did not want Bree to see me in as I strongly feared it bringing about those dirty old days especially with me having been roughed up.
I could feel the blood starting to trickle once again from the corner of my mouth. I felt pitied. And ashamed for having forced Bree to gaze upon me in this way ’cause I felt weak in her eyes. I mean, I could have literally died just by the way she just stood there trembling beneath Sara’s firm grasp, her eyes glazed with a certain amount of anger and resentment as if she were an open wound I refused to let heal with all this constant grief pulling and constricting around us, choking our virtue, continually torturing our bruised and battered and raped bodies; it felt like there was no end.
“She is quite lovely, Diamond,” Sara mused as she stroked Bree’s hair then her arms until her stroking eventually subsided to the front crotch of Bree’s jeans. Bree then took a deep breath and held back the silent of her agonizing screams the second Sara slowly peeled both her jeans and her panties down to her knees thus exposing Bree fully to me.
“Open up, Sweetie,” Sara then mustered softly into Bree’s ear, giving her lobe a gentle lick while her fingers triumphed into getting Bree to part her thighs.
“No. . .please,” I then mustered in agony myself as if I was the one being publicly violated and humiliated. “Please,” I mustered again for the sake of my Bree.
“Shh,” Sara mused to Bree who began to cry the moment Sara started to massage the inner and outer of her vagina in slow circular motions. “Relax, child, relax. . .Breathe. . .I thought you’d be used to it by now, hmm?” Sara then continued to muse as her strokes became more prolonged, more intense.
After a few excruciating seconds, and in between Bree’s whimpering and my sobbing and Sara’s groaning and her verbally moaning on how good Bree felt on her fingers, Sara finally glanced up at me.
“Still no answer, Diamond?” she again mused, still stroking Bree’s vagina. “Well, we’re just going to have to fix that then. Jackie Boy.”
“No!” I wailed from the top of my lungs with the vibration literally shaking the walls. And that didn’t stop Jackie Boy ’cause he shot me a taunting grin and a wink right before he stepped around Sara, grabbing Bree by the back of her neck and forcing her toward the table.
“I’ll do it! I’ll do it. . .I’LL. . .DO IT!” I screamed to hell and back. “Just please. . .don’t harm her. Please don’t harm her.”
“Good girl,” Sara complimented with every bit of satisfaction her heartless and vile instinct could fathom. “Jackie Boy.” Jackie Boy then nodded.
“Get dressed.” he then said to Bree who wasted no time pulling her panties and jeans back up over her hips. As for me, I just sat there bounded once again in a prison I just couldn’t find the means to escape out of. I mean, I didn’t know how I was going to go about talking Sissy into giving into Sara and the rest of the women’s demands, nor how I was going to convince my father into leaving the country for good. What I did know was that the shoe was on the other foot; now meaning with my father being the prey instead of the predator. God, ’cause I couldn’t understand how I managed to fuck this up?
“Don’t ponder so much,” Sara said gently lifting my chin to meet her callous, yet unnervingly sincere gaze. “You give me back my boys, Janie, and I promise you that I’ll love, honor and respect you, forever. That is my compromise.” Sara then nodded to someone just over my shoulder. And before I got the chance to see who had been standing behind me the whole time, a rag had maneuvered around my face prior to it being shoved against my nose and mouth. I accidentally inhaled. And suddenly everything before me started to blur until there was nothing left but a divine darkness.