TTWH 33

Finally got some time off this week so more time for writing, yay! I know this chapter is turning really dark again...Graphic scenes and description of child sexual abuse (sorrry – I need it for the plot to move forward) that may trigger so please don't read if it bothers you! Actually I'm cringing when I'm writing it...

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Will grunted and and finished pulling Carl's pants off. The boy resisted silently by kicking out with his feet and squirming, to try and make things as difficult as possible for him and Will felt a small grudging respect for the brat who'd no doubt had it easy most of his life with a father like Rick. But there wasn't much he couldn't do because he still had his hands tied behind his back and was half-dazed from the vicious beating besides and he wasn't no Dixon.

'Still got some fight left in ya, huh, son?' Will laughed when he pulled down his underwear and flipped him over to lie on his stomach and straddled him so that he wouldn't get kicked.

Now Carl started to really panic as adrenalin cleared his head and sharpened his fear. Now he started to beg.

'Please, don't.' He begged. 'I won't tell anyone, promise.'

Will snarled and slapped one of his buttocks so hard that it turned red. Carl hissed in pain at the sting.

'Littl' pussy.' Will mocked. 'Jus' stay still for Daddy...'

'Ya ain't my Dad!'

'Oh, but I will be.'

'What?' Carl spat out in confusion.

'Sh...It's OK, Merle.' He stroked his hair. 'Don't cry. I ain't gonna hurt ya.'

'I ain't Merle!'

Will shook his head. As his sickness progressed, he'd been having these hallucinations more and more often, merging past with present. Is this how it ends? He'd thought to himself. I'd rather be dead than end up not knowing what's real and what ain't.

He winced as the ever-increasing pain in his side made its presence known again but he ignored it. It was only a twinge in comparison and he'd take care of it afterwards he'd had his fun.

'Don't!' Carl screamed when Will licked his finger to coat it in saliva and rubbed it along his crack. Despite his disgust, the teenager bucked.

'That's it, that's my boy. Pity I ain't nothin' else 'cept my spit.' Will chuckled.

'Stop...' Carl protested but to his horror, it came out like a moan.

'That's it. Knew ya'd like it... Be a real good little Daddy's bitch. It'll hurt less if ya jus' relax.' With that, he went further and slid one finger in, then two.

Carl clenched his teeth while tears of humiliation trickled from his eyes. He didn't like it but his body seemed to.

'Stop!' He yelled making the old man grunt in irritation as he clapped a hand in his hair and yanked it painfully back. Carl could hear him scrabbling with one hand behind him for something and suddenly he felt rather than saw a cool blade on his throat.

'Shut up and be still otherwise I'll slit ya throat afterwards and gut ya like a pig and leave ya for ya Daddy to find.'

That got him and when the knife was removed, he nodded, hating himself for his cowardice. Daryl and Merle would never have submitted so quickly when it was obvious that he wouldn't kill him before he had his fun. Meanwhile, he was aching all over from the kicks and blows and his head was pounding in his head.

'Now, ya gonna lie still for me?'

He turned his head to the side in resignation and nodded.

'I said 'Are ya gonna behave, boy! Answer me properly when I speak to you!' Will's voice rose in anger.

Carl stiffened. 'Yes, I'll behave.'

'Good.'

He cringed away when the man's hand came down on his head again, this time to run his fingers through his hair once more.

Carl shuddered.

He cried out when Will finished stretching him, using fingers coated only in his saliva. Then to his horror, he felt him get behind him.

'Sorry, this is gonna hurt but the first time always does.'

'Fuck you!' He bit back.

Will chuckled, didn't even punish him for this act of defiance as he began to slide in.

Carl bit his lip until it bled. He wasn't going to cry out and let the bastard know that it hurt.

In fact it felt like he was being impaled slowly on a spit, as if he were being torn apart.

'Did you do it to Daryl?' He screamed out, finally unable to keep silent any longer.

'Yeah, I did. Had both of my boys.'

'Ya sick! I hope they kill ya!' He yelled.

…

Daryl was feeling dozy coming down from the unbelievably powerful climax that his brother had given him as he lay with his head on his chest. He had to admit that it had been the best time ever with his brother, not that he'd ever tell him that. Meanwhile, Merle had slung a casual arm around him afterwards and it was clear that he felt the same, if his praises and moaning during had been anything to go by. Daryl could hear the slow beat of his heart and his breathing getting slower and slower as he drifted off to the realms of sleep.

Daryl snuggled, wanting to be as close to him as was physically possible but considering that they were both butt-naked and Merle was no longer inside him, they had to make do with this. His shifting a little caused the older man to grunt and tighten his hold on him as if by reflex.

Then he heard it. Clearly their hated father's voice mocking someone, no guesses who and Carl screaming that he hoped 'they' killed him. The words before he couldn't quite make out, his head was still groggy – the exhaustion was still there. They didn't know it but the wind had shifted direction, carrying over their voices. Daryl had time to wonder if they had been that close the whole time but Merle had been too focused on screwing his brains out and he had been too much into the experience, riding hard on the waves of pleasure that neither of them had heard. How could they not hear? They were Dixons, weren't they?

Had they been heard in turn? He didn't think so but how was that possible?

'Merle!' He pushed his arm off him suddenly and got up hastily, pulling on his clothes.

'Merle, wake up, dumbass!' He shook him. 'It's Dad and Carl! They're over there!'

His brother got up shakily. 'Wha...What?'

Daryl gave him a not so-gentle kick. 'Wake up!' With that, he got up and ran off towards where the sounds were coming from. 'He's got him!'

Merle sighed and bent down to pick up his clothers and hurry to follow his brother.

….

Carl held back a scream when he felt the old man start to move inside slowly. Will Dixon was inside him! He nearly blacked out from the pain and something told him that he would be bleeding afterwards.

'You FUCK!' He yelled before he dissolved into sobs.

Will snarled and yanked back his head by the hair and started to increase his pace. 'Was gonna start ya off all nice and gentle but don't think I'll bother.'

Now he was pounding into him and the pain almost caused the boy to black out. He was still a lot smaller than a fully-grown man and he wondered dully if he'd be damaged permanently from this.

Yet he could do nothing but wait for it to all be over.

Turned out that luckily he didn't have to, they were interrupted long before that when Daryl burst onto the scene and covered his mouth with his hand and backed off in horror. He was clearly shocked by the scene in front of him, his father on top of Carl who had his hands tied behind his back, screwing him. He was clearly uncomfortable to say the least but at the same time, he couldn't tear his eyes away like he wanted to.

'Get the fuck off him, Dad!' Daryl yelled at him after recovering himself but still making no move towards them. It was as if his father still had power over him, freezing his limbs, pinning him down to one place.

Will merely chuckled at his son's stunned reaction and started thrusting again just as brutally before. Incredibly, he carried on, grinning and panting or letting out a moan occasionally, like having his two sons watch him in action would add to his excitement because if Daryl was here, Merle wouldn't be far behind. He never left his baby brother's side these days and their father supposed that it was probably down to guilt for failing to protect him again.

The boy beneath him let out a low sob and turned away in mortfication. He'd wanted to be rescued but now someone had turned up, he was full of shame that they saw him like this because he'd looked up to Daryl.

Merle finally caught up and immediately grabbed his brother from behind, hushing him when he saw the scene in front of him.

'Get off the boy, Dad.' He ordered him calmly, using almost the same words as his brother.

'No! This is probably the last time I'm gonna get laid. Jus' let me finish and then I'll crawl off and die like you and Daryl want me to.'

'Ya right about that. Ya are gonna die but not from cancer, sick fuck.' Will hadn't even stopped or slowed down. The smirk on his face and his sounds of pleasure proved that he wasn't embarassed in the least. The opposite in fact – he was taunting all of them and seemed glad that he had pulled the wool over Rick's eyes and got his son.

'Stay there.' The older Dixon brother told the younger before he rushed at them and physically dragged him off Carl. Then, his face scarlet with rage, he started kicking their old man.

Watching his big brother beating the crap out of their father snapped something deep inside

Daryl and his paralysis wore off. He went over to the boy who was laying there unmoving, as if he wasn't even aware of what was going on. Was deaf and blind but he recognised that blank stare that spoke of shock.

'Sh...' He helped him up, deliberately avoiding looking at his nakedness. He reached round to undo his hands. Meanwhile, he could hear his father's grunts and cries of pain instead while his brother 'punished' him.

'Don't look.' He whispered to Rick's son but he needn't have bothered. Carl just sat there, not caring that he had no clothes on in front of the Dixon and Daryl could see mentally, anyway, he wasn't there.

'It's over now.' He helped him up and Carl let him.

'Where are ya clothes?' He asked him softly.

No answer but Daryl spotted them, rolled up in a ball under a tree.

'That's enough!' He shouted over to his brother. 'Ya killin' him!'

'So?' Was Merle's callous answer but he stopped briefly letting the old man catch his breath.

Daryl picked up the boy's things and hrew them at him and like an automaton, Carl picked them off the ground and started to put the filthy clothes back on.

'I said fuckin' stop!' Daryl suddenly roared, making Carl show some reaction for the first time since they saw him, he flinched. The Dixons didn't notice however, Daryl was sickened despite himself, even after everything their father had done to hurt them and their new family when he saw the blood dripping from Will's mouth and the bruises on his face.

'Ya serious?' His brother looked at him in disbelief while their father quivered and moaned on the forest floor.