Gabriel's Obsession

Shadows of Surrender

The moon's spectral glow wove through Amelia's room, a silvered tapestry casting an eerie spell upon the tranquil tableau. In the crib, Rose and Luna slept, their cherubic faces bathed in the ethereal light that momentarily lifted the weight constricting Amelia's heart. At six months old, the twins thrived amidst the swirling chaos that had become their lives. A tumultuous symphony of suffering surrounded them, yet Amelia shielded them from the storms that raged within.

News of Mother Grace's dismissal by Gabriel reached her, leaving Amelia alone to navigate the labyrinth of her existence. The revelation of Gabriel's bipolar affliction added another layer to the shadows that danced upon her life. Adrian remained elusive, his absence casting a pall over her fragile world. The basement, where her brother resided, became a forbidden realm, a place she dared not tread, uncertain of his fate.

As the night sank deeper into obsidian, Gabriel, wearied and oblivious to Amelia's presence, entered the room. Fatigue etched lines on his countenance, a stark contrast to the torment he inflicted. Without acknowledging her, he headed for the shower, leaving Amelia entwined with the tempest of her thoughts.

Emerging with damp tendrils clinging to his forehead, Gabriel sprawled on the bed, the unspoken command hanging in the air, forewarning the impending ordeal.

Softly, Amelia ventured, "Gabriel, the babies are sleeping. Can we not..."

In a cold rebuff, Gabriel interrupted, "Get over here."

Reluctantly, Amelia approached, well-acquainted with the consequences of defiance. Gabriel, driven by insatiable desires, initiated a harsh kiss devoid of tenderness. The room's ambiance shifted as the act transformed into a brutal display of dominance, a chilling reminder of his omnipotence.

Whispering, Amelia pleaded, "Gabriel, please, not like this." She did not like how she was being handled roughly.

The kisses intensified, evolving into a violent manifestation of his desires. Moans of pain escaped Amelia's lips, a futile attempt to convey her discomfort.

Gabriel roared, pulling off their clothes and slamming into her. "You're mine," he said. Amelia sobbed since she did not anticipate such power from him. He seemed to be venting all of his rage on her.

Gabriel began to move more quickly inside of her, causing the bed to tremble with each stroke. It was merely sensual longing for him. Her body is all he can think about. He left his mark all over her while penetrating her. As if to prove he owned her, he began biting her all over.

He eventually achieved his release. Amelia believed it was over but he proved her wrong.

Without any mercy, Gabriel said, "On your fours, now."

Amelia begged, exhausted. "Please, Gabriel, I'm tired. It's too much for me.

"You dare to stop me?" His voice resounded with a scowl.
"You're my personal whore. I'm gonna fuck you as I see fit." He added. Amelia felt deeply wounded by his choice of words, but she found herself in a state of utter helplessness.

Then a dark thought entered Gabriel's head. "Hurry up, Angel. Now go on your fours and open up your cunt wide for me." Gabriel grinned darkly as he said.

Amelia felt embarrassed, but she had no choice but to comply with his demands to avoid another outburst from him. She followed his instructions and experienced a sense of guilt.

"Good girl." Gabriel's voice dripped with desire as he admired her cunt. Without wasting a moment, he entered her, causing Amelia to involuntarily gasp with pleasure.

Amelia was overcome with a deep sense of humiliation. She wasn't meant to experience any joy. Yet, her body was failing her. She began crying in embarrassment.

"Such a slut you are. You're loving it and you're acting a saint." Gabriel intensified his actions, thrusting with increased force and speed.

Amelia couldn't help but let out moans of pleasure. She clenched her pillow, stifling her moans. Meanwhile, Gabriel was thoroughly enjoying the experience. He was overjoyed beyond measure.

"That's it baby. Moan louder and let everyone in the mansion know how good I'm fucking you." Gabriel let out a satisfied growl.

He forcefully grasped her breasts as he fucked her and possessively declared, "This is mine." Asserting control over her own body.

He forcefully slapped her ass and firmly grasped it, asserting his possession, "This is mine".

He thrust forcefully and declared, "Your cunt is mine. You belong to me entirely." He emitted a deep, primal sound filled with desire and insanity.

While performing these actions, Amelia experienced discomfort and a heightened sense of embarrassment. How could her body deceive her and allow her to experience pleasure. Despite her best efforts, she struggled to maintain control.

After a while, she began to squirm with impatience, knowing that she was about to experience a moment of pure release. Gabriel sensed her movement and anticipated her climax.

He quickly shifted their position and she found herself beneath him. He remained inside of her but halted his movements, intensifying her anticipation as she neared the peak of her pleasure.

"My Angel wants to cum?" Gabriel inquired, firmly grasping her jaw. Amelia nodded, her eyes filled with tears and a sense of shame.

"Then beg for it," Gabriel said with a sly grin. Amelia gazed at him with a pleading expression, clearly reluctant to ask for such a favour. She felt filthy.

"Come on. Say, Gabriel please make me cum like the slut I am," Gabriel said with a mischievous tone. Amelia's eyes grew wide with surprise.

Amelia continued to remain silent after a brief pause.

"Say it or I'll kill your beloved brother in your presence this very moment," Gabriel shouted with fury, displaying his impatience.

Amelia reluctantly voiced her fear, despite feeling deeply ashamed

"Gabriel, please make me cum like the slut I am," she quickly whispered, her voice filled with emotion and humiliation which made her cry even more.

He grinned with contentment and wasted no time as he increased the speed and intensity of his movements inside of her. He placed her legs on his shoulder and simultaneously pleasured her, gently stimulating her clit for added pleasure. Amelia couldn't help but let out a moan. She couldn't help but experience a sense of pleasure. Finally, she reached her peak and ejaculated all over his dick. He experienced her tight grip on him, and he released himself inside of her, feeling a surge of pleasure as he let go.

In the aftermath, Amelia felt raw and used, a vessel for Gabriel's fleeting pleasures. Catching his breath, Gabriel callously tossed a paper and pen toward her.

Shaking, Amelia inquired, "What's this?"

Smirking, Gabriel commanded, "Sign it."

The paper unveiled Gabriel's intentions – a divorce. Tearfully, Amelia pleaded, "No, Gabriel, please..."

Indifferent, Gabriel relegated her to nothing more than his mistress. Reluctantly, Amelia signed her fate away.

"It's over," she whispered, the quilt offering scant solace as the room resonated with the deafening silence of her submission.

The moon, an unyielding witness, continued its celestial journey across the night sky. The twins, oblivious to the tragedy, slumbered on, their innocence untouched by the darkness that now shrouded their mother's soul.

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