Pines, Reporting for Duty

Chapter 7

(Dipper pov)

I peel my eyes open the next morning, barely even that surprised to find my head on his chest, his fingers entangled in my hair.

"About time you woke up. You really need a shower, especially since we have to burn those old clothes of yours." He lets go of me allowing me to sit up. "Are you a virgin?"

"I-What does this have to do with anything?"

"Just answer the question."

"No, I am not a virgin. I've had past relationships and small....flings. Not enough to be considered a whore but enough for experiance."

"You give people rides before?"

"A few..."

"Then prove it. Give me one right here and now."

"You...you can't be fucking serious..."

"Trust me, I am always serious about a good old fucking. So get on with it."

"I'm not in the mood for that kind of thing and after last night-"

His hand firmly grabs my throat as he looks at me with his cold, dead, glare.

"Did I ask if you in the mood for me to fuck you? No, I gave you an order so obey it. Unless you want me to punish you like the mutt that you are."

His grip on my throat tightens painfully as I weakly grab at his wrist. "W-Wait, I-I'll do it..."

"Good." He lets go of me and his fingers brush my bangs out of my face. "You better get on with it then, my darling Pinetree."

I struggle to not cry as I sit myself on his lap. He kicks his boxers off before stripping me of my own boxers and pants.

I slowly lower myself onto him hearing him grunt as he holds my waist, his nails digging into my skin.

Tears spread down my cheeks as I force myself to move up and down on his member.

He he leans his head back as he moans and thrusts up into me. One of his hands finds its way to my member and I feel my body betray me as he strokes it.

I feel him release into me and even worse is when I can't stop my own body from reaching its climax.

He kisses my remaining tears away before he lifts me off of him and sets me on the bed. He gets up pulling some clothes on and tossing me a shirt I already know will be too big on me and a pair of black boxers.

"Go take a damn shower, you smell like a fucking pig in the butcher shop. Hop to it, get a move on now."

Not wanting to piss him off, knowing he'll only hurt me if I do, I head into the bathroom.

Setting the clothes on the counter I turn the shower on and step into it. As the water washes over me I fall to my knees as socks wrack through my body. I put a hand over my mouth to muffle my sobs as best as I can to keep Bill from possibly hearing me.

I am never getting away from him. If I try he will jusst keep killing people to get to me and then hurting me more to keep me grom getting away.

He has me trapped like a spider in a web, no where to go. All that I can possibly do is accept my fate that he has me trapped and is probably going to kill me.

I stay in there until I have no more tears left and the water turns cold. I turn the shower off as I get out drying myself off. I hurridly pull on the lothes as I hear him yell for me.

"Pinetree! Hurry your ass up and get out here!"

Taking a few deep breathes in and out I head to the living room, seeing him standing there with some rope in hand. He beckons me over and wanting to avoid getting punished I go over to him without much complaint.

He reaches towards me and I have to force myself to not flinch as his fingers caress my cheek.

"Good Pinetree. I have to go to town and get us some food so you'll have to stay here. I sadly will have to keep you tied up so you won't cause trouble."

He grabs my wrists and I try to pull away from him. "W-Wait, Bill please! I'll behave I promise! I don't want to be tied up please!"

He bakhands me across the face hard before gripping my chin making me look at him.

"Did I ask you what you wanted?"

"N-No...."

"Exactly. So shut the fuck up and just do what I say."

He ties my wrists together tightly before tying a gag over my mouth as well. He grips my arm hard pulling me over to a closet and forcing me to sit in it. He crouches down holding my face in his hands and kisses my forehead.

"I'll be back in no time, Pinetree, just sit tight and be good. When I get home I'll make you something special, that's a promise."

He shuts the closet door and leaves. I hear his car pull away.

I rest my head on the wall, despair overwhelming me. I feel like crying again but I have no tears left anymore.

It isn't long until I hear his car come back. The front door gets slammed open. Weirdly enough I hear multiple footsteps and it isn't until I recognize a voice that my brain realizes what's going on.

"Search every room, tear this place apart. We are not leaving without Cipher."

Jones...that's Sergant Jones, my superior officer.

Without thinking I desparately try to scream to let them know I'm here, forgetting entirely about the gag. I kick the door, doing anything to get found.

The door gets flung open and relief floods through me as I look up at Jones' shocked face.

"Holy fucking christ...." He mutters before he kneels down taking the gag off of me and unties me.

"Jones...."

"Can't believe it's really you, Pines. We all thought you were dead."

"How long?"

"It's been 6 months, half of a fucking year. Pines, where is Cipher?"

"He said he was going to town to get more food, I don't know anything more than that."

"It's okay man, it's okay." He gently rubs my arm to help reassure me. "Everything is going to be okay, you're in good hands. Let's get you home."