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How is this happening?
Abigail blinked back tears.
I-I should have screamed…should have fought him off the first time he kissed me…what was I thinking?
Her dad tightened his hold on her arm, bringing her in closer to him.
H-How did I get here?
Her knees buckled, but he wouldn’t let her fall; wouldn’t let her make a scene on the most important day of her life.
The priest cleared his throat and regarded them with a warm smile.
If only he knew the truth…
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this man, and this woman, in the bonds of holy matrimony.”
You’re marrying me to my father…he rapes me…he forced a baby on me…why aren’t you stopping this?
“Steve and Abigail, have you come here to entire into marriage without coercion, freely, and wholeheartedly?”
“I have,” Steve declared with confidence.
Abigail glanced to Joey, who was sleeping soundly in Natasha’s arms. Next to the vile red-head sat Barnes; dressed in black and hair trimmed and slicked back.
I hate you…I fucking hate you…
The night they’d spent in the warehouse had been the worst night of her life. Barnes had raped and abused poor Peter for hours, beating him black and blue and not relenting until he was an incoherent, sobbing mess of a man.
Her dad – Steve – had not been much kinder to her. By the time the sun had risen, her body was so spent, so tortured, that every little movement sent a jolt of pain shooting up her from deep inside her cunt.
Bruises marred her skin for weeks after.
Her nipples had been so roughly suckled, that she was red and raw. Not long after, she had to switch to formula with Joey just to allow herself some time to heal.
Steve still lamented the loss of her milk.
‘Just wait, Abbie…when you’re pregnant again, daddy will be able to suck on your tits like before…’
“I-I have,” she stammered.
“Are you prepared, as you follow the path of marriage, to love and honor each other for as long as you both shall live?”
Abigail sucked in a sharp breath. She glanced to her dad from the corner of her eye, and her stomach churned at the sight of the smirk on his lips.
This was his plan all along…
After that night, they’d left California – and America – for good, settling in Russia to start the life he wanted for them.
I-I’m trapped…
Peter’s life had been spared in the end, but even now Abigail had a hard time considering it a mercy…
His abuse hadn’t come to an end. Barnes claimed him as his, confining him to a wing of their shared, modest home in the countryside. She saw little of him, and she knew now that was what Steve wanted. Peter – just like Joey – was the leverage he needed to keep her in line.
“I do.”
She echoed him.
The only sign of life she got from Peter was the occasional muffled scream or whimper through his door. Sometimes, in the early morning hours, she’d see Barnes leave the room – naked and slick with sweat, cum, and blood.
She prayed each day that Peter would just die in his sleep.
“Are you prepared to accept children lovingly from God and to bring them up according to the law of Christ and his Church?”
A part of her wanted to laugh. If the priest knew the truth, he wouldn’t have let them anywhere near the chapel.
I wear white, but I’m not a virgin…
Steve held his head up high.
“I am.”
My father saw to that, a long time ago now…
“I-I…” she licked her dry lips, “I am.”
She wasn’t surprised when Barnes and Natasha kept Joey and didn’t return with them to the hotel, but it still made her heart race to see them leave with her baby.
“Oh, Abbie, shhh,” Steve whispered as he kissed her neck, “Natasha will take good care of him…while we work on giving him a sibling…”
The hair on the back of her neck stood on end.
It had been a month since they’d left California, and in that time, he hadn’t laid a finger on her.
‘Gotta let you heal up, baby…I fucked you so hard, you’re all loose…we’ve gotta let your pussy tighten up for our wedding night…’
Steve locked the honeymoon suite door behind them.
The entire floor had been rented out to allow them some privacy, which Abigail presumed from the look in Natasha’s eyes as she told her as much, was meant to be a gift.
It wasn’t.
Steve grasped her shoulders, and Abigail jumped in alarm despite her best efforts to control herself.
“Shhh, Abbie…”
His fingers slipped under her sleeves and she shivered as he slowly guided them down.
“Let’s pretend…let’s pretend this is our first night together…”
The fabric was pulled down over her bust, leaving her in the expensive white lace bra he had insisted on.
He unfastened the buttons at the back of her dress, kissing her bare shoulder as he tugged them free.
“Let’s pretend you’re a virgin…”
The zipper was eased down.
“And this is the first time you’re taking my cock…”
Steve hissed as he worked the material down over her hips.
“Let’s pretend we both don’t know just how much of a dirty, fucking whore you really are…”
The dress fell to the ground, pooling around her feet.
He gripped her hips, thumbs toying with the lacy trim of her white thong.
“Oh, sweetheart…”
He kissed her buttocks, nipping her ever so slightly with his teeth before pulling down her thong.
“I know how bad you want it, baby…believe me…I feel it too…”
Abigail shivered.
This…is my life now…
He clicked his tongue as he kneaded her cheeks, parting and smacking them appraisingly.
“Missed you so much, baby…”
He stood, and she jumped once more as he forced his hands under her bra and squeezed her breasts.
“Missed these tits like you wouldn’t believe…”
He pinched her nipples, tugging gently and pulling a soft, almost imperceptible sigh from her.
“Ah, you missed this too…”
No…
But he flicked her pinched nipples, and she moaned.
I’m sick…I’m so fucking sick and twisted…
“It’s okay, baby…you don’t ever have to fight it…not anymore…”
It’s my fault…
He walked her towards the large canopy bed, hands not leaving her breasts.
He’ll be the death of me…
“We’re husband and wife…”
He tugged her bra down around her waist.
“It’s expected that we love this…”
One hand left her breast to trail down her stomach, and she squeezed her thighs tight; knowing what was to come.
“P-Please…n-n-o…”
“Shhh…”
His fingers met her slicken folds, and she flushed red in embarrassment.
“Fuck, sweetheart…you’re so wet!”
The delight in his tone was revolting, but he wasn’t wrong.
She was sopping wet with excitement.
“You missed me too…”
Steve’s hands running over her body made her skin crawl and when he peppered kisses to her back; she flinched, trying to inch away from him.
He wouldn’t allow it.
Instead, he guided her in gripping the footboard of the bed.
N-N-No…
“I’m gonna love you so good, sweetheart,” he growled, “we’ve got all weekend…we’ll definitely get a baby in ya…”
Abigail yelped as his rough, skilled fingers went to work on her pussy.
“I-I…no…no, please…”
Evidence of her excitement dripped down the inside of her thighs.
“D-Daddy…stop…”
Her body betrayed her, and she climaxed with a sharp, breathless cry.
Steve chuckled.
“There ya go, Abbie…”
He toyed with her clit as she came down from her high, whispering obscenities into her ear as he shifted behind her.
“I know your body so well, baby…”
She heard his belt buckle jingle, and squeezed her eyes shut.
No…n-no…
“You’re molded to me…made for my cock…”
“N-No…”
“Yes…”
She lurched forward as the warmth of his cock brushed the inside of her thigh, but he quickly regained control of her; jerking her back.
“Abbie…”
His tone was sharp, warning.
“You’re mine, whore…”
He smacked her ass, and she gasped.
“You…”
He hit her again.
“…are…”
Abigail wailed when his next blow sent searing pain down her leg.
“…mine.”
“P-Please…”
Abigail didn’t know what she was doing. This far into things, he was long past showing mercy…
He pulled her back onto his cock and she cried out as he sheathed himself deep inside of her.
“N-No!”
Steve growled. He gripped her bra, twisting it tight to use as leverage as he started a quick, punishing pace.
Each thrust shot white-hot pain up her body.
“A-Abbie…”
She screamed each time he bottomed out.
He’s going to kill me…
“Fuck, baby…you’re tighter than ever…”
I-I’m going to die o-on his cock…I –
"J-Just...like the night I popped your cherry, baby..."
He pulled her back in time with his thrusts, the force and change in position making her tense in pain.
“D-Daddy!”
She gasped for breath.
“I-It hurts!” she coughed, “it h-hurts so much!”
He shushed her.
“N-Need you, baby…”
“Stop!”
“N-Need to be inside ya…”
“You’re hurting me!”
He pulled out, giving her a split second to breathe, before he grabbed her by the arm and heaved her onto the bed.
“S-Slow…slow down,” she pleaded, “d-daddy…”
Steve’s eyes were dark and wide with lust as he crawled over her.
“Good whores take what they’re given,” he reminded her as he spread her legs, “good wives do their duty…are you a good wife, Abbie?”
He hiked her ass up onto his thighs.
“Y-Yes!”
She reached up to push against him as he tried to force his cock back inside her.
“J-Just…s-s-slow down!”
His gaze shot down between them, his lip curling as he thumbed her stinging clit.
When he horked a wad of spit onto her folds and worked it down, over and inside her hole, Abigail bucked her hips upward.
“P-Please!”
He slapped her pussy, and she shrieked.
“M-Make love…love to me!” she gasped, “d-don’t fuck me…daddy, please…”
“Beg.”
“W-What?”
“Beg me to make love to you, sweetheart…”
He squeezed her thighs and pulled her back up, bumping his cock against her opening.
Abigail’s pride was gone. He’d stolen it from her long ago…so there was nothing to swallow, nothing to cast aside…
“M-Make love…love to me!” she licked her lips, reaching over her head to grasp onto the bedding, “p-please…daddy…”
“You want daddy to hold you close, Abbie?”
He slid his cock up and down her folds.
“You want daddy to make love to you?”
She nodded quickly.
“Please! H-Hold me close…be…be gentle and…breed me, sir…please…”
“Yes…”
He grumbled through clenched teeth, lining himself up with her opening and sliding home.
Abigail held her breath to keep from crying out in pain.
“Tell me…”
Steve pulled her up just a bit more, so every inch he had to offer was inside of her.
“Tell me you want my babies…”
“I-I want your babies!” she echoed, “p-please…give me…give me another baby, sir…”
Steve sighed, relief seemingly deflating him.
He loomed over her, sinking down and kissing her breasts as he slowly rolled his hips.
“Okay…”
His lips smacked.
“Daddy can be gentle, Abbie…”
He flicked his tongue over her nipple, coaxing it to a peak before latching on.
O-Oh, fuck…
As obscene as it was – him suckling from her like an infant – it felt…good.
Always has…
Abigail’s head felt fuzzy.
His lips and hands at her breasts…his cock thick inside of her, moving so, so slowly…
The coil of pleasure wound tight inside of her.
“Y-Yes…daddy…”
Steve’s lips left her nipple with a sloppy pop. He smirked up to her, delighted, before descending on her neglected breast.
He quickened his pace, but not painfully so.
Abigail’s toes curled.
“F-Feels so good…”
I-I’m such a whore…
“I-I like it…”
I’m filthy…
“What?” he snapped, quickly latching onto her again.
“Y-Your cock…inside of me…”
She rocked her hips in time with his thrusts.
“Filling me…me up, sir…”
Her eyes rolled back.
“Y-Yes…”
Steve’s wet lips traveled up her chest, and she gasped as he captured her lips in a searing kiss.
Y-Yes…
“Abbie…”
He breathed deep, warm breath ghosting over her lips.
“Baby…I’ve gotta cum…fuck…”
Please…hurry up…
“You want it inside?” he taunted in a whisper, nipping her chin, “you…you want daddy to fill you up?”
She nodded quickly.
“P-Please!”
Steve slowed just enough to sit back and hoist her legs up over his shoulders. When he bore down, setting into a pace that forced the air from her chest, Abigail keened.
“Y-Y-Yes,” he purred, smirking, “fuck, you’re such a good girl…”
Tears sprung to her eyes as the pressure snapped, and her body trembled of its own accord, a breath-taking orgasm ripping through her.
“D-Daddy!”
“I-I know…”
“Daddy!” she clung to him, nails raking down his back, “o-oh my…fuck!”
He bit her shoulder, and she yelped, only to burst into a fit of tears as he spilled.
N-N-No…
She went limp, eyes watery and vacant as he held himself in place.
How she’d not gotten pregnant after the horror he’d put her through at the warehouse, she had no idea. But it was only a matter of time. He was never going to use protection, never going to let her stray from his bed…
Sooner or later, a seed would take root…and Joey would have a baby brother or sister…
With a grunt, Steve shifted. He slipped his half-hard cock from her, rolling her over onto her belly.
“G-Give daddy a second, Abbie…”
He jerked against her as he stroked himself.
“…and I’ll be ready for round two.”