Chapter 8

He led her to the stairs, which he allowed her to walk down rather than try to descend on her hands and knees, but the moment they reached the bottom, he snapped his fingers and she was back on all fours. Cecilia’s eyes bugged out when Daniel led her like an animal into the living room, and Vivienne saw some of her earlier concern return.

“W-what is she doing?” she asked. “Why is she crawling like that?”

“She’s my fucking bitch, now.” He yanked on the makeshift leash and gave a soft whistle to prove his point. “Come on, bitch. I want you right here.”

Vivienne crawled to his side. Her mind was strangely at ease. Although being demeaned like that in front of her daughter was deeply humiliating, it only served to stoke the fire blazing in her loins. Posed on her hands and knees like that, with her hungry pussy and ass exposed, she wanted nothing more than to be mounted and fucked from behind.

“What about us?” Cecilia asked.

“What about us?”

“You know. I thought we were gonna ... you know.”

“Fuck?” he asked. Cecilia looked at her mother, but Daniel snapped his fingers to recapture her attention. “Hey, forget about this ugly cunt, alright? She doesn’t matter anymore. As long as I’m around, you can do whatever the fuck you want. In fact,” he said with a laugh, jerking Vivienne’s leash, “you can make her do whatever you want too.”

Cecilia wrinkled her brow. “Mom? Are you alright?”

Vivienne looked up at Daniel before responding. She wasn’t sure why she did that. Maybe to ask his permission to speak, or maybe to see if he would answer for her. He looked down and gestured with his head for her to answer.

“I’m fine,” she said in a low voice.

“See?” he said. “She loves being my bitch.”

Cecilia moved her eyes between them. “I don’t know, Danny. This is, like, super weird. I mean, look at her. She’s acting like a dog or something.”

“Because she is a dog.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t like it.”

“I don’t care. Deal with it.”

“I’m serious,” she said, having trouble looking at Vivienne. “This is, like, super creepy.”

“I said, get over it.”

His tone and serious expression clearly communicated that he was done discussing the issue. For several seconds they silently stared each other down, until the gears in the grandfather clock clicked, clacked, and gonged three in the morning. They all turned to look at the television at the same time. No men were standing by the trucks.

“Oh, fuck,” Daniel said under his breath. He dropped the leash to grab his rifle, which was leaning against the sofa. “Cece, gun! Vivienne, where the fuck are they?”

Vivienne scrambled to her feet and studied the video feeds, quickly counting heads while Cecilia hunted around for Daniel’s pistol.

“Oh shit, I forgot where I left it!” she cried, panic-spinning in a circle.

“The office!” he yelled, snapping his fingers and pointing her in the right direction.

Cecilia tore off just as Vivienne located all the raiders. They were evenly distributed in small groups around the perimeter of the yard, moving in opposite directions to each other. Where were they going? What were they doing?

“Where the fuck are they, Viv?” Daniel demanded as he peeked out the side glass by the front door. “I can’t see them!”

“They’re outside the fence still!” she shouted back.

“You sure?”

“Yes!”

“Found it!” Cecelia said breathlessly, holding up the black pistol.

“Back door, now!” Daniel shouted. “Vivienne, where’s your fucking gun?”

She forgot where she left it, but a quick glance around the darkened living room led to its quick rediscovery on one of the end tables. She picked it up and experienced a moment of clarity. She was standing naked in her living room with a belt-leash cinched around her neck. Yet, somehow, none of that bothered her. In fact, she found it oddly empowering. Holding her loaded handgun with her bruised tits and hairy pussy hanging out felt exactly right to her. They could all be dead in the next thirty minutes, and she wouldn’t have wanted to go out any other way. She pulled back the slide, the way she’d seen Daniel do earlier.

She muttered, “Bring it on, motherfuckers.”

Daniel rushed upstairs. Now was her chance. Keeping her eyes on the cameras, Vivienne cupped her pussy and nearly had an orgasm just from that initial contact. If she rubbed her clit, she’d trigger one within seconds. Instead, she gripped her cunt and squeezed it as hard as she could.

“Oh, fuck yes,” she hissed.

Watching murderous, armed gunmen surround her property while she held a gun in one hand and her pussy in the other was so unbelievably arousing it made her lightheaded. The only thing that would have made it more arousing was if she was fucking herself with the gun. Oh god, why had she thought about that? Now all she wanted to do was shove the barrel of the gun inside her pussy.

“Christ, keep it together,” she muttered to herself.

While she squeezed and massaged her wet, hairy cunt, Vivienne tracked the movements of the men outside. Occasionally, she turned toward the stairs, just in case Daniel made an unexpected reappearance. She was determined to get herself off, but she wanted to draw it out a little bit longer. When her orgasm approached, she moved her hand away from her pussy until she cooled off, then went right back to massaging it again.

The thrill of masturbating in the middle of the living room, in open defiance of Daniel’s orders, while those awful men prowled around her house looking for a way in, was exhilarating beyond belief. She stuffed two fingers into her aching cunt and fingered herself to the very edge of her orgasm and then stopped, letting the aching throb ebb away before fucking herself some more.

“Fuck me,” she breathed.

She bent her knees and opened her stance, bouncing and humping her fingers, then pulled them out to suck on them. She loved the way she tasted right now. Such a strong flavor. Her goddamned sex. She fucked herself again to pick up more of her secretions and moaned softly when she sucked her pussy juice off her fingers.

Just like last time, the men outside appeared to be casing the enclosed part of her property but didn’t appear to be actively trying to assault the house yet. Occasionally, one of them would stop to peer over the fence and talk about what they were seeing. They were still planning, it would seem. When they began to filter back to their trucks, Vivienne quickly moved her fingers to her clit. She had only seconds left, but she wouldn’t need very long.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Vivienne jumped at the sound of Daniel’s voice and turned to find him partway down the stairs. The muscles in his jaw rippled as he took in the view.

“Daniel, I-”

“Shut your fucking hole, cunt. What are they doing now?”

“G-going back to their trucks. I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I just-”

“I told you to shut your mouth. Take your goddamned hand off that pussy!” he shouted.

Oh god, she was so close. She groaned and reluctantly pulled her fingers away from her screaming, pulsating clit, bringing them to her mouth to suck and lick while Daniel descended the stairs. He fixed her with a menacing glare.

“What did I tell you about masturbating?”

Vivienne tossed the handgun onto the sofa and fell to her knees, placing her palms and forearms on the floor. “I know! I-I-I’m so sorry. Please, Daniel, I’m begging you, have mercy on me. M-my pussy hurts so fucking bad.”

“You don’t get it, do you?” he asked, circling around behind her. “I want you to suffer, you sniveling bitch. I want you in pain. I want you crying and begging for mercy.”

She put her forehead on the floor and closed her eyes, breathing heavily. She knew she fucked up, and now he was going to make her pay for her disobedience.

“Oh my god, mom! What happened to your butt!”

Vivienne looked over her shoulder to find her daughter standing behind Daniel, staring at her backside with her hand over her mouth, wide-eyed with shock. Cecilia hadn’t seen her ass and thighs earlier, when she came downstairs with Daniel. Vivienne didn’t know what she looked like back there, but if her daughter’s horrified reaction was any indication, it didn’t look pretty.

“Danny, what did you do to her?”

“I gave that bitch what she deserved.”

Cecilia rushed forward, saying, “We need to put something on that,” but Daniel held out his arm to block her.

“She’s fine. Tell her, bitch.”

“It’s okay, baby. I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not!”

“I said, I’m fine. Listen to Daniel.”

Cecilia was distraught. He pinched her cheeks again and forced her to look at him.

“You heard her. She said she’s fine. It looks worse than it is. Now, stop acting like such a fucking child.”

That statement punched right through her concerns about her mother, because Cecilia became instantly combative. She grabbed his wrist and pulled her face from his grip. “I’m not a child!”

“Then prove it. Sit down.”

He gave her a little shove and she stumbled backwards, tripping over her bent-over mother’s legs and dropping onto Vivienne’s lower back like a chair. He stooped to pick up Vivienne’s leash and stepped closer to Cecilia.