The NeverLand Kids

Chapter 32

•Third Person

It's getting worse again. Her insomnia's getting worst again. She's read every book in her library, at least, twice. Reece has too much time on her hands. She has more time to study, which is how to got all A's. Then was moved to advance class, since regular ones were 'too easy' for her. They were harder. So they required more time. But she still had time left. So Reece started writing songs. And learning to play Jalex's piano. And new art techniques. But none if these stopped her from breaking. When she got desperate, she took sleeping pills. When her demons started becoming real, she had to. Because, god know, how terrible they could get.

According to Timmy, no one's ever broken so beautifully.

Third Person

Joshua watched. Joshua watched as they took advantage of me. He had walked in fifteen minutes ago. They knew he was there. That only made them go slower. Taking their time. Making a show of it. Teasing him. And Josh didn't do anything about it. Just watched. Once they left, I tried to explain myself. But he just shook his head. Then Joshua tsked, "You'll get your punishment tomorrow."

[Sexual Content]

[Sexual Content]

[Sexual Content]

Joshua grabbed me by my throat and slammed against the wall. He released me. His hands started unbuttoning my dresses. No! I didn't want him to see the marks they left. He did. That made him more enraged. "Boxers off." I pulled them down. Joshua sat on the bed, and gesture for me to lay on his lap. I obeyed. "Count." He snarled, "We're stopping at forty-five." Joshua spanked me. Hard. When he finally stopped, I was sobbing. "Shut up, whore!" He ordered. He ran his hand over my redden ass cheek. I didn't mean to but a yelp came out. My ass hurt. "I said shut up." I got five more slaps. Then he repeated the action. I didn't make a sound, this time. "I'm sorry, baby, but sluts need punishment." Joshua whispered, before kissing behind my ear. I nodded weakly. "Stretch yourself. No spit." I started with one finger. After three thrusts, he told me to add another finger. It hurt. Pain kept shooting through my veins. That's what you get for being a whore. A good for nothing whore. My fingers brushed the spot. I hate that spot. It made everything feel good. This isn't suppose to feel good. I've been bad and this is my punishment. Joshua watched as I scissored myself and added a third finger. He stood up and dug in a drawer. Joshua pulled out a dildo. A big, thick dildo. He placed it on the floor. "Sit." I took as much as I could. I wasn't stretched enough. It hurt too much. I needed it out. Josh gripped my shoulder and pushed me down. I screamed. Too far. My insides felt like they were being ripped apart. I tried to get it out but Josh held me in place. I started crying again, begging him to take it out. I was bleeding. I could feel it. "Sorry, slut, but you've been very bad." Josh tsked. He stroked my cheek. "Take them off." He commanded, position himself in front of me. I unzipped his pant, and pulled them down. "Boxers too." I pulled those down, too. "Open your mouth." He ordered. I obeyed. He thrusted in. "Start" I gave him a blow job. When Joshua got close, he took control. Slamming in my mouth. Bruising the back of my throat. Choking me, when he went too deep. His semen went the wrong way. I started coughing. My lungs burned. He didn't care. "Follow me." He commanded, grabbing a whip. I did. My ass detesting every movement. He led me to a room. There was a rope dangling from the ceiling. Connect to the rope's end was a pair of handcuffs. I looked at Joshua, pleadingly. "I'm sorry, whore, but you left me no choice. Arms up." He stated, pulling off his belt. I obeyed. Josh handcuffed me. "Don't worry. I still love you." He smiled, before starting the whipping.

Joshua's POV:

Nathan bursted into my room. "What the fuck's wrong with you?" He didn't sound too happy. "What'd ya mean?" I asked. "You locked Alvin in a dark room for a week. And whipped him. You fucking whipped him!" Nathan was seething. "He's on punishment." I stated, simply. Ignoring the fact, Nathan looked like he was about to beat me up. "O yeah, because getting raped is something you need to be punish for." He snarled, walking to my closet. "What are you doing?"

"Alvin's moving into my room."

"No the fuck he's not!"

"Yes, he is. 'Cause you need to get your head straight." He had most of Alvin's clothes thrown in a suitcase. "He's my boyfriend. You can't do this!" I exclaimed. "I can and I am!" He replied, packing Alvin's underwear. "Alvin can come back, when you go back to normal." Nathan zipped the suitcase. Then packed Alvin's computer. And left. I guess I should feel bad. And rethink my actions. But I didn't. Instead, I got dress and went out.