TRIGGER WARNING: Scenes of sexual assault!
He chuckled watching as she gasped for breath, her eyes closed tightly, hands wound in her hair. He moved from his position between those luscious white thighs bringing his mouth up to bite her hip bone gently, she arched and laughed. A thin film of sweat covered her body as he positioned himself, bringing her knees up to give him better leverage.
"I did not come here for that." She said as he chuckled, her head on his chest. They were taking part in the post sexual relaxation that he had accused her of not taking part in.
"But you did cum." He teased.
"You are crass." She laughed, looking up at him. "But seriously. Seto…"
"When is your flight?" Summer was coming to a fast end and to say he was dreading it was an understatement. He wouldn't see her again until the following summer and he was not sure how they would handle the separation.
"Sunday afternoon at 2." She entwined their hands. "I don't want to go. I want to stay here….with you." She sniffed and buried her face into his bare chest. He could feel the tears falling.
"It won't be forever." He encouraged, we will be back together in just a few months. Summer will be here again before you know it." He didn't believe any of the words he spoke, but he couldn't stand to see her cry.
"But it will be." She sat up, using the sheet to cover herself, and brought her knees to her chest. "I hate Boston. The people are so stuffy and proper. I hate being around them. Mother wants me to have a debutante coming out party. But I would rather be tied naked to a tree and slathered with honey to be left to the bears." She sighed. "In Boston I was treated like a walking sex doll. Told that if I didn't have a dick in my mouth to keep quiet. You know me, I can't keep quiet to save my life."
"Have you told your father any of this?"
"To what end? There was nothing that he could do, the judges and lawyers in Boston are all owned by my mothers husband. He can do anything he wants to me and nothing will be done."
He sat up, putting his legs on either side of her and pulled her to his chest. "I have my own lawyers and people. I can protect you." She shook her head.
"Two more summers and it's over. I won't have to go back to Boston. Besides if we fight, the judges could try to force daddy to move back to the states. I can't do that to him. He's happy here." She smiled. "Daddy hasn't been this happy since Jenny. They never married, but she was my mom. When she died we both went a little crazy. He started drinking and threw himself into his work. I let my mind zone out and did a lot of things I regret. Lots of alcohol and nights I don't remember." She looked up at him, "it's Thursday. We have until Saturday evening to spend together. Let's just make it count." She pulled him down for a kiss.
Sunday afternoon she sat at the airport with her father in silence. They had said their goodbyes over a private breakfast as was their standing tradition. "I'm going to miss you Magnolia blossom." He said as it was time for her to board, using the very seldom used nickname. "I love you. Call me when you land." He kissed her forehead gently.
"I will Daddy. I love you too." She turned and walked through the gate.
She got to her seat and texted the blue eyed boy. 'Just boarding the plane. It's a long flight. I will text you when I land, but it will be late. Or early…"
The response was immediate. 'I don't care what time. I would prefer a call not a text. Video chat if possible.' She smiled.
'Yessir!' She put the phone down and sighed as she looked out the window of the private plane. She heard the bathroom door open and looked up, her eyes met her stepfather.
"I was expecting Troy." She told the man as he sat across from her. She looked into his deep blue eyes.
"He wanted to come, but he got held up at the office." The 47 year old crossed his legs and stared at his stepdaughter. He said nothing more to her until the plane had been in the air for a while.
"You look great Maggie." He leaned over to touch her knee, she moved away from him. He sighed, she was always like this after the summer with her father. "Maggie." He warned "don't pull away from me. You know that doesn't end well for you." Uncrossing his legs he leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees, steepling his fingers. He stared at her for a moment. She refused to look at him again. Sitting back in his chair he opened his arms for the young girl. She did not move, still refusing to look at him. "Maggie." He warned, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. Again, no movement. "Maggie, come here."
"Magnolia Shayne!" He yelled and she jumped. "Come here, do NOT make me come to you." Still no movement. Sighing he reached over and grabbed her wrist soliciting a gasp of pain from the young woman. He yanked hard, causing her to fall to the floor before him. "This is better than what I had in mind." He smirked as he opened his legs to block her in.
"Tony, please." She said looking up at him as he began to unbuckle his belt. "No, I'm sorry."
"Too late, you know what it is to disobey Maggie. We go through this every time you come back from your father." She watched as he freed himself from his pants. Leaning forward he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to him. "Now, come here. I've missed that mouth."
She vomited into the toilet. She refused to look at what spilled out from her mouth, knowing what it had been. Tony had forced her to take him to completion and swallow the results. She wretched again thinking about what she had done.
When nothing more would come up she stood. She used the mouthwash that he kept stocked for her rinsing and repeating several times until she could not feel her tongue. She cracked the door and saw Tony leaning back in his chair with a look of relaxation and contentment on his face. His eyes were closed, she prayed he was asleep. She stepped out quietly and moved soundlessly through the cabin. She had just moved past his seat when his hand reached out and a finger threaded through her belt loop. He pulled her back to sit in his lap. "I have missed you." He breathed, his acrid breath hot on her neck. "Your mother was never as lovely as you." His hands roamed around her waist and down between her legs.
If she hadn't been wearing a romper she had no doubt his hand would have been in her pants, instead of just over them. His mouth was on the back of her neck as he used his free hand to remove the clip from her hair, allowing it to pool free around his face. "You smell so good." He groaned into her back. "You make me feel fifteen again." He brought his hand up to untie the thin straps of her romper to expose her breasts to the air. He filled his hands with her and sighed. "You are perfection."
"Tony." She spoke.
"Yes, my love."
"I'm a little tired and would like to rest for a while."
"Of course, love, we still have hours yet. You will need to be fresh to see your mother. She has missed you dearly."
"I'll bet." Maggie muttered.
"Why don't we retire to the bedroom where we can nap in peace." He moved her from his lap to allow himself to stand. He saw the immediate look of terror on her face. "I have you all to myself for 14 whole hours. I am not going to miss a single moment with you." Her stomach rolled in revulsion.
It was close to 5 pm on Sunday when they made it to Farthinggale manor, her home for the foreseeable future. When the car came to a stop she darted out and was taking the stairs two at the time by the time Tony was walking in the door. She wanted a shower to get the last 14 hours off of her. "Dinner at 630. Be dressed appropriately." He called after her. She did not respond.
Rushing into her room she shut the door and locked it behind her. Sliding down the door she allowed herself to cry. She cried until she was exhausted, then forcing herself up she went to her shower.
The water was scalding, but she needed the heat to help her feel clean. She scrubbed everywhere he touched until it practically bled. When she finally left the shower her skin was red and raw. She was dressed in a pair of black jeans and a pale blue sweater. Taking out her phone she called her father to let him know she got in ok.
After a quick conversation that ended with her promising to call him often she called Seto.
"Good morning." She said brightly as his tired blue eyes filled the screen. He was still in bed.
"Good Morning. Are you just getting in?" He asked, concern in his voice.
"No, we got in about 5. I just had to refresh so I looked halfway human when I called." She chuckled.
"You're always beautiful. How was the flight?"
"Long and miserable. I hate flying."
"Mokuba does too. As long as I'm the one doing the piloting I'm fine." He sat up and she saw he was shirtless.
"You're a pilot?" She asked, raising her eyebrows. "You never told me."
"You never asked." He said pointedly. "I hate to do this, but unless you want to watch me shower for work, I have to hang up."
"I wish I was there. I'd help lather you up." She taunted. He sucked in a hard breath and she chuckled. "Come on, both of us all sudsy and slick."
"Maggie." He warned his eyes glazing over. She laughed at his face.
"Go shower. Call me tonight if you want."
"Maggie, are you ok? Your eyes don't look right."
"Yeah, Seto, I'm fine. I have to get downstairs for dinner. I love you." She hung up the phone, leaving the young man reeling at her confession.
Maggie sat across from her mother in the small, informal dining room. The four person table full with her stepfather, mother, step uncle and herself. "So Maggie, tell me, how was Japan?" Troy asked.
"Japan was good." She answered as she looked at the blue eyed 30 year old. "I enjoyed it very much. Domino City is absolutely explosive at night. The whole city comes to life."
"Did you have fun whoring around?" Her mother asked with a snarl. Maggie looked at the beautiful woman with her platinum blonde hair and large almond eyes.
"Now Viviane, she just got back. Let's not be rude." Tony took her mothers hand then reached for Maggie's. "We are one big happy family. My girls need to get along." He brought both hands to his lips and Maggie had to fight the urge to vomit.
"What of your father?" Her mother asked and she felt Tony's grasp tighten. Tony was jealous of Maggie's father and always had been.
"He is doing great. He recently married a woman named Mira . She has two children, a son my age and a daughter that is about 12. They just finished the house I designed and it is spectacular, not to brag or anything."
"Sounds like you enjoyed yourself." Troy muttered, stabbing a brussel sprout fiercely. She shuddered, he was upset.
"I always do. Daddy and I are two peas in a pod." She said nothing of a certain blue eyed boy or his little brother. Nothing that would make the brothers before her jealous or angry. It would be a long 9 months if she were to do that.
"Why don't we go out tonight?" Troy asked. "We could go dancing, or see a play, I hear they are doing phantom?"
"Troy, I'm really tired. A 14 hour flight is exhausting." She forced a smile to the man and took his hand. "Why don't we go out this weekend? We can dance, see a play, anything you want." She knew what he'd want. She also knew that he would be in her room later that night demanding and taking what he wanted.
Sure enough less than an hour after dinner, there was pounding at her door. She opened a crack and Troy forced himself in. He grabbed her harshly, pinning her arms to her side as he forced himself into her mouth. He backed them over to the bed as she fought against him. He forced her onto the bed and using a toned arm forced her suitcase tumbling to the floor spilling it's contents everywhere. He came up for air and she fought harder.
"You didn't call." The man said, bringing his lips to her neck. "No texts, no email. You forgot me all summer." He licked the side of her neck and groaned. "I wanted to go to Japan to bring you home after three days. But Tony wouldn't allow it. Then he snuck away to get you. He got to play with you on the plane. Leaving me here waiting." He moved his hand between them and one handed unbuttoned her jeans.
"Troy, please. The time changed messed me up. Japan is 14 hours ahead. I didn't call anyone here. Not even my mother." She cried out as he crudely and painfully forced a finger inside of her. "Troy. Troy wait love." She forced her voice to be the low, soft, mellow sound he loved to hear. His eyes snapped up to hers, his body falling still. She brought a gentle hand to his face, fighting the tremble she felt. "I didn't forget you. I could never forget you, sweet man," leaning up she placed a chaste kiss on his lips. "Why don't we get a bath, hmm? A nice hot bubble bath?" His eyes were glazed over as he nodded. "Ok. Go get your pajamas and I will get our bath ready, ok?"
"Ok Maggie." He kissed her again and was out the door not seeing the disgusted look on her face. She heard the front door slam and she knew he was out of the house. For a moment at least. Rushing she shut and locked the bedroom door and fought to find her phone. She finally found it under her bed where it had slid when Troy threw her suitcase to the floor.
She raced to the bathroom where she knew no one could hear her and called a very familiar number. He didn't answer, but the phone went to voicemail. "Seto," she sobbed. "I lied. I can't do this anymore. I need you to bring me home. I just…I can't."
She wanted to say more but she heard someone pulling on the door. "Maggie. Maggie let me in." It was Troy. His childlike demeanor came out more and more in the hours she had been back.
"Don't call, just come, quickly, please. I love you." She hung up the phone and turned on his favorite pandora station. One that played classical music that seemed to soothe him. She stripped quickly and put on her robe, knowing that no matter how much she did not want him to, he would "play with her," as he called it. He was getting impatient as he pushed harder and harder on the locked door. If she didn't answer soon he would bust the lock. He had done it before. "Troy, Sweetheart, I'm almost done getting pretty for you. Please be patient." She called to him and the pushing stopped. She could manipulate Troy some, not much, but enough, unless he was angry. She began filling the tub with hot water and his favorite bath oils. She turned on the jets to start the "bubbles" for him. She clipped her hair up to keep it from getting wet, then went to open the door. He stood there shorts and a bottle of wine in one hand and two long stemmed wine glasses in the other. "Oh Darling, you brought my favorite wine." She would have to be drunk to do this. He kissed her as he came in, pushing her backwards with his body.
They relaxed in the tub, the soothing classical music keeping him calm and relaxed. He leaned back against her, his head on her breasts as she washed him gently. "Maggie, why do you leave every summer?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper, he was tipsy, the bottle of wine mostly gone..
"I have to Troy, the judge says I have to go stay with my dad every summer. I miss my Daddy while I am here."
"But you forget me while you are gone." He turned and placed a kiss on her breast, right above the nipple. "And I miss you, I am lonely without you."
"Troy." She started as he began moving his hands on her body, his lips coming to her neck repeatedly. "Troy, you can find a girlfriend while I am gone. Who knows you might even fall in love with her." She gasped as he rammed inside of her.
"I don't want a girlfriend Maggie, I love you. I want to marry you." He kept going, rocking back and forth in the tub, his movements causing the familiar buildup in her body. But the words he spoke negated the feeling. A wave of nausea hit her stomach at the thought of marrying the man before her. His mouth found hers again and he drove his tongue into her. His motions not ceasing until he groaned out his climax. He sank in the tub, his face buried in her breasts. "Marry me Maggie, please."
"Troy I can't, I'm 16, we can't get married." He looked up at her. "We would have to wait until I was 18 at least. I would prefer to be closer to thirty before I even consider getting married."
"But you will marry me?"
"I will consider it." She lied easily. His wide smile said that he believed her.
He left her room with a contented smile and the thoughts of him having a future wife. She locked the door behind him and dressed herself in a long sleeved pajama top and long baggy pants. She picked up her phone and dialed his number. She smiled as his face lit her screen. Happy to see his familiar face, a face that made her feel safe.
"Maggie, I got your voicemail. Are you ok?"
"No, I need to get home. I can't stay here anymore." She had tears in her eyes. "Seto, please, help me get out of here. Please."
"Can you handle a few days? I have to get a few things taken care of with the lawyers…..Maggie, what is that on your neck?"
"The reason I can't stay any longer." The tears fell then, her voice breaking into sobs. "I can't do this anymore. Troy asked me to marry him."
"Who is Troy?" Seto asked and she could see the cold anger brewing in his eyes.
"Troy Tatterton. My stepfather's brother. Seto, he's thirty with the emotional age of twelve, but the physical wants and needs of a man his age."
"Is he the one who gave you that?" She nodded and cried more.
"Between Troy and Tony, I have been raped 5 times in less than 24 hours. I can't do this anymore." She repeated.
"Hang on, I will be there soon. I am packing up my bags now. Maggie, please, just hold on. I am on my way." He looked at her tear soaked face and his anger grew. "I love you Maggie." He disconnected the call and her tears fell more until she cried herself to sleep.