Chapter 7

The tolling of the hallway grandfather clock stirred Vivienne from her sleep. For a moment, she forgot where she was and why she was shirtless, but it all came rushing back in an instant as her eyes adjusted to the dim light, and she caught sight of the television, where four video feeds showed the dozen men still camped outside on the other side of her front gate. The timestamp read 31 Oct 2:02 a.m.

She didn’t even remember falling asleep. There’d been a lot of argumentation with Cecilia - she remembered that much - most of it instigated by Daniel in one way or another. More records had been played, as evidenced by the album sleeves that littered the floor by the record player, and more tequila consumed. The empty bottle sat on the coffee table.

She sat up and scratched her head, noticing her tank top was still laying on the floor. She considered retrieving it and putting it back on but thought better of it. Daniel would make her pay for going against his orders. She looked down at her chest and her mouth fell open. Her tits looked disgusting, covered in bruises like they’d been through the ringer, which in a way they had. She cupped and lifted them, holding her battered girls in her gentle grasp.

Speaking of Daniel, where was he? And where was Cecilia? She looked around the room, but she was the only one there. Rising to her feet, she shuffled toward the office, slowing when she heard Daniel’s voice, followed by a low groan. Vivienne crept toward the open doorway. There, captured in the porch light streaming through the windows, stood Daniel with his pants around his ankles, while her shirtless daughter kneeled in front of him, sucking his cock.

The instinctive impulse to fly into a protective rage and attack him for taking advantage of her daughter lasted for only a moment. In its place came the cold acceptance that Cecilia wasn’t the innocent teen she’d deluded herself into believing she was. Why would she have ever thought that in the first place? Vivienne sucked her first dick when she was thirteen and was having full-blown sex by the time she started high school. Cecilia was technically an adult. She could fuck whomever she wanted, no matter how old they were.

While Cecilia played with her tits, Daniel held her head as she glided her glossy, red lips along the length of his shaft. He had a nice-looking cock. Not terribly long, but thick and well-shaped, at least from what Vivienne could see of it. He was talking to Cecilia, telling her how good it felt, and each time he did, she responded with a moan or a whimper. There was no doubt in Vivienne’s mind that the girl really did love sucking dick, just like she said.

Then came the decision. Did she continue watching them or not? She wanted to. In fact, Vivienne wished she was right there where her daughter was, on her knees sucking Daniel’s fat dick, then letting him bend her over her custom-made desk to fuck the shit out of her. Is that what would happen next? Would Daniel fuck Cecilia? As much as she didn’t want him to, what could she do to stop him? Or Cecilia for that matter.

Vivienne had a vague recollection that they’d left her on the sofa to keep an eye on the raiders, who could now, at that very moment, be streaming over the fence on their way to the front door. The risks were too great to leave them unobserved, so she turned away and shuffled back to the living room. The men were still there, hanging out near their trucks, drinking beer and, apparently, having a good time. She wished she could hear what they were saying. Why the hell didn’t her cameras have microphones?

She plopped down onto the sofa and stared at the screen with glazed, unfocused eyes, her mind conjuring the scene in the office. Without even thinking about it, she slid her hand under the waistband of her yoga pants and her lacy thong underwear. She didn’t go straight for her clit. She teased herself first, starting with her bush. She combed her fingers through her thick, glossy pubic hair. She gripped and pulled on it. Then she covered her mons and pinched her vulva, massaging it between her fingers. Only then did she slide her fingers over her slit. Her panties were soaked. She was still wet, or had become so again after watching Cecilia sucking Daniel’s cock.

Vivienne wondered why she was so obsessed with him. He was an asshole who treated her like shit. He was her employee, for god’s sake. Well, no, that wasn’t true anymore, was it? He quit. He was only there because ... why? Why had he stayed? He could have left them, but he didn’t.

A soft cry drifted from the office. Cecilia’s voice. She was getting fucked by him. Either that, or he was eating her pussy. Vivienne’s fingers glided between her labia, picking up her abundant moisture. She pushed two of them into her vagina and slowly fucked herself while strumming over her clit with her thumb. Another cry from her daughter and a low moan from him. They were definitely fucking alright. Was she on top, or was he fucking her from behind?

She closed her eyes and breathed deeply through her nostrils, inhaling the scent of her arousal. She had a strong, musky smell. Some men loved it, or at least they used to, back when she was still getting laid. Others were turned off by it, though. Kind of like her tits. Some men adored her small tits, while others thought they were ugly. They’d always been small, but had deflated and flattened out as she aged. Now they hung like tiny little udders whenever she was bent over or on her hands and knees.

When was the last time she’d been fucked? Well over a year. Had it been two? She couldn’t remember. That’s how long it’d been. She couldn’t even remember his name. Some guy one of her friends hooked her up with. What a disappointment he’d been. He could hardly get it up or keep it up. He told her that had never happened before. Sure. Did he say that to make her think it was her fault? He was also one of those guys who didn’t like to go down on a woman for some reason. He got himself off, far too quickly, but she hadn’t.

She heard them clearly now. His grunts and her cries, their bodies colliding. He was giving it to her, hard and fast. He was definitely behind her, she decided. Holding her hips while he pounded her teenage pussy. Vivienne adjusted the speed of her fingers to match. She squeezed her breast but winced at the pain. God they hurt. She focused on her nipple instead. It took a lot of teasing to get them hard, but once they were, they were a lot of fun to play with.

Slowly, she undulated her hips, pushing out her pelvis to meet her thrusting fingers. He was grunting much more forcefully now, and talking more loudly. Ungh, ungh, ungh! God damn, your pussy’s tight. Yeah, he was good. He had staying power. He was definitely a man who fucked, and he knew how to control a woman. He certainly knew how to control Vivienne.

How the hell had she given herself up to him so easily? It was simple enough to say that it was because of their urgent situation. That she was coerced by her need to protect her child and herself, and that was certainly true to an extent. But she also knew that, under circumstances that weren’t life or death, she would probably have submitted to his control regardless. It excited her. Even the degradation. Especially the degradation. It appealed to her self-loathing nature. She didn’t especially like herself, and neither did most of the people in her life. That had to mean something. She was honest enough to admit she was a bitch. A worthless, stupid cunt. She deserved what she got. It helped balance the scales.

He was close now. She heard it in the pitch of his voice. Oh god, Cecilia, please don’t let him cum inside your pussy. Vivienne needed to get her on birth control. Hopefully, he had enough sense to pull out and cum on her back. No, apparently Cecilia had other plans. Cum on my face. His low groan told Vivienne that he’d done just that, painting her daughter’s pretty young face with his cum, and that mental image was enough to bring Vivienne to a shuddering orgasm of her own.

She would have known they’d fucked, even if she hadn’t seen and heard it for herself. It was the look on Cecilia’s face when they eventually returned from the office together. A freshly-fucked face. Even in the glow of the television, it was easy to see she was flushed, and her hair was a mess from where he’d been holding it. She’d tried to clean her smeared lipstick, but it left the area around her lips rouge-tinted. The straps of her sports bra were twisted around the wrong way. Daniel was a little more put together, but she saw that residual seepage had created a tiny dark spot on the front of his work pants.

“You’re awake,” Cecilia said with feigned surprise as she took a seat on the sofa. “We thought you were passed out.”

“I was. Did you two have fun in there?”

Cecelia’s face fell. “What do you mean? We were just talking.”

Vivienne stretched out her arms for a deep yawn, then looked her daughter in the eye. “I’m not an idiot, Cecilia. You were fucking him. I heard you.”

Cecilia looked to Daniel for support and guidance on what to say about that. For his part, he didn’t appear overly concerned that Vivienne knew. Nor did she expect he would.

“What about it?” he asked.

Cecilia turned. “Yeah, what about it?”

Vivienne shrugged. “I just asked if you had fun. You’re the one who lied about it.”

“Alright,” Daniel said, “that’s enough.”

“Fuck you. I’ll talk to my daughter whenever and however I want.”

“Really? Stand up, you mouthy cunt.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

That brought him right to her, and he did exactly what she expected him to do. He grabbed and pinched down on her aching tits as hard as he could and pulled her right off the sofa.

“Ow, ow, ow!” she cried.

“Shut up, bitch. Take them off.”

She didn’t bother asking what he meant. She knew. Gritting her teeth and moving as quickly as she could, she slid her thumbs under the waistband of her yoga pants and yanked them down over her ass as best she could with Daniel latched onto her tits, then stomped her legs up and down and used her toes to work them the rest of the way off so she could kick them aside.

“Panties too.”

When she was completely naked, he let go of her tits and she clutched them to her chest, hissing from the intense, throbbing pain.

“Now you’ve lost all your clothing privileges. Want to see what happens next?”

She glared at him and spit in his face. “Fuck you.”

Daniel wiped it off and looked at his wet hand, laughing in surprise. “Did you really just spit in my face, you fat, ugly bitch?”

When she hocked up a loogie, his hand shot out to grab her by the throat, choking off her air supply so that, instead of spitting it in his face, it dribbled down her chin. He spun her around to face the couch and pushed her down by the back of her neck, until her cheek was mashed against the cushion. Then he smacked her ass so hard she screamed in pain.

“Aarghhhshit! Fuck!”

It wasn’t just a spanking. Daniel beat her ass with his rigid, open hand. Over and over, he slapped her doughy cheeks, and he didn’t hold anything back. He smacked her ass with the full force of his considerable strength. Vivienne screamed bloody murder and reached her hands back in a vain attempt to block his blows, but her ass was too broad to fully cover it, and he always managed to find an uncovered spot to slap next. He was enraged, which was exactly how she’d intended him to be.

He carried on for far longer than she thought he’d be able to, until her ass cheeks were so numb that she felt only the impacts and not the sting. Eventually, however, he tired and faltered, until finally he stopped and allowed her to stand. Her face was wet with tears, and it felt like she’d had her ass roasted over a fire pit. She reached back and traced her fingertips over the welts rising on her tender flesh and knew that sitting down was going to be a problem.

Daniel watched her as he huffed to catch his breath and shook out his hand, which she imagined probably hurt nearly as much as her butt did. When Vivienne moved her feet apart and reached between her legs to massage her pussy, his face twisted in incredulity and revulsion.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked.

“Eww, mom! Gross!” Cecilia turned her head away and covered her eyes.

Vivienne locked onto the growing bulge in Daniel’s pants. He was quick to recover, it would seem. She cupped her breast and teased her nipple, trying to coax it to hardness, but the deep, throbbing pain shooting through her tits made that difficult. She focused on her pussy instead, mashing her fingertips against her hood and moving the wrinkled skin around her engorged clit. He stood transfixed by the sight of her, the mother of the girl he’d just fucked moments before, shamelessly masturbating herself in front of him.

Vivienne wasn’t as good looking as her daughter, even if she were thirty years younger. Cecilia was a natural beauty who’d inherited her father’s Scandinavian features. Her pretty young face was classically feminine, and she already had bigger tits than her mother. Despite her appearance, however, Cecilia was still in high school and therefore inexperienced in the ways of men.

Vivienne, on the other hand, was far more experienced and understood their true nature and what really drove them. Plus, she had a trait that her daughter lacked. Extreme disinhibition. Vivienne was impulsive and driven by gratification. A thrill-seeker who disregarded social convention when it suited her needs and was perfectly willing to accept the consequences of her risk-taking, no matter how disastrous they may be. Which was precisely why, when Daniel was distracted by her masturbation, she spit in his face again.

“Fuck you.”

That was the magic switch. His face reddened and he bared his teeth. Vivienne lifted her chin a split second before he wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed until the veins popped in her temples. He lifted her onto her tiptoes and put his face close to hers.

“You’re going to pay for that, you ugly cunt.”

She moved her lips and his eyes flared when he saw the words they formed. Fuck you. Then her vision narrowed and darkened as hypoxia caused her to slide into unconsciousness. When she came to, she was no longer standing on the floor but draped over Daniel’s shoulder, staring at his back with her limp arms dangling over his butt. She smelled the dried sweat on his shirt. He was midway up the stairs, arguing with Cecilia, who stood at the edge of the living room.

“I told you to stay there and watch the cameras,” he said.

“Where are you taking her?”

“Up to her room.”

“Oh god. You’re not going to have sex with her, are you?” She gagged. “I swear to god, Danny, if you put your dick in my mom, I’m never fucking you again.”

“Don’t worry about what I do to her. She’s had this coming for a long time. Just stay there and make sure those assholes don’t try anything while I’m gone.”