The Mute Wolf

Chapter 20

I don't recall how long it took me to finally fall asleep, but when I opened my eyes, a bowl of soapy water and a cloth were sitting on top of the chair and a small towel was folded neatly over the back. I must have been so out of it someone had been in and out without me even realising. I had rested just enough that I could now move over to the chair and begin to wash away all the dried blood and cum from my body and sooth my bruises with the warmth from the water. A nightie had also been left for me to wear with a sleeping bear on the front it. Better than nothing I suppose. I couldn't help feel as though this was the calm before another storm. Here ya go, have a nice wash and put on a lovely clean nightie... Now let me hit you some more... Even though the drug had mostly worn off, I was still too sore and achy to fight back whoever my next visitor would be. If I had the strength to shift and rip them to shreds when they came in I would. However I don't think they would ever allow me that much energy to fight with. And they knew exactly how much of a fighter I was. Or tried to be. But at the moment I was nothing.

It took me a while to peel off the bloodied duvet cover and throw it in the corner ready to be washed. Cody's scent was still so strong and lingering in the air I felt sick every time I smelled him. Flashes of what he did to me would pass through my mind and tears would threaten my eyes. But she never cries I hear you say. She'd never let anyone see her cry you say. One hour in a room with Cody Redwood would make even the hardest woman - or man cry. I was suffocating in his scent so I hid myself under the duvet where it smelled like fresh cotton until it got too hot and then I literally was suffocating.

I heard the faint sound of footsteps coming from above me, then the sound of a door opening, followed by stairs creaking. Somebody was coming! I hid myself back under the duvet like a child, hoping whoever it was would think I'm asleep, or dead, and not bother me. But what if it was Cody back early for round two? My heart raced in my chest and I squeezed my eyes shut praying to whomever was listening. I sure had become quite religious lately.
The door opened and I held my breath. No one is here... Nothing to see... I repeated to myself thinking it wouldn't hurt to try. At this point I was willing to try anything. The duvet was pulled down and Rex Redwood stared down at me with a slight smile on his worn face.
"Fantastic hiding place girl. I never would have thought to look for you under here." He said sarcastically. "Glad you've washed up. My son really did a number on you didn't he?" He dragged his eyes over the bruises he could see as I sat myself up in bed not meeting his gaze.
"He's a monster. A fucked up monster!" I replied with a croaky voice.
"He has specific tastes shall we say. He won't be too happy hearing you call him that behind his back though. It'll make him very angry. And you've seen what happens when you make him - or me, angry." His words becoming colder as he walked around the edge of the bed with his hands in his jeans pockets. I've only seen him in smart clothes except for a week ago when he tried to have sex with me in his office... I knew it was a good chance he wasn't in here to talk about the weather.
"Yes. It is my turn with you." He confirmed, almost reading my mind. Crap!
"Don't you dare..." My voice came out in barely a whisper, making him chuckle in response.
"This time, no one will save you. As for your parents, they and the boy are recovering from the crash in a nearby pack. Even if they make there way over here, we will tell them we have no idea where you are. He will never find you." Rex spoke with such confidence, I had a hard time disbelieving him. Tears threatened my eyes once more and I swallowed hard trying not to let him see me like this. I had to try to keep it together with every ounce of strength I had left. But that wasn't much.

The jumper he was wearing suddenly came off, revealing the thick, veiny, muscular torso I had seen before. He had a chain dangling from his neck, a small ring hanging at the end. It must have been female. His late mate maybe? I couldn't imagine anyone wanting to marry him. Probably didn't have a choice though...
"Fuck off... Don't touch me!" I tried to yell as loudly as I could but my throat was raw from screaming earlier.
"I will touch you and I will take great pleasure in knowing that all the while I'm doing it all you will be able to think about is you're being ruined by your fathers enemy. If he'd have kept his feelings and his dick to himself we wouldn't be here in this situation today." He said matter of factly.
"Please don't do this..." I pleaded as he stepped closer, feeling a wave of defeat wash over me. I knew nothing I could say would make him change his mind. I knew he somewhat admired my tenacity and my strength. I also know how much he enjoyed hitting me with his belt. I couldn't handle any more of that right now.
"Too late for that don't you think?" He raised one silver eyebrow at me and I studied the soft lines of his ageing face. He was clean shaven and neatly groomed with zero chest hair and a short easy haircut. It was obvious he took pride in how well he looked.
"Something taken your fancy?" He wiggled his eyebrows again and I felt embarrassed for looking at him a second longer than I should have. I shook my head and turned away from him, but he pulled me by the arm, now placing one knee on the bed.
"I'm going to ruin you. That is for certain. But how much pain I inflict is down to you... If you can play nice, then so will I and there will only be a moderate amount of pain. Or you can be defiant, in which case I will also and inflict a whole world of pain upon you. Your choice." He lowered his voice to my ear making the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention. I stopped struggling in his grip and let my arm fall loose. He smiled pleasingly, reaching to loosen his jeans with one knee still leaning on the bed, my face not too far from his groin. A couple of tears ran down my cheek as he pushed his jeans to gather around his thighs, his cock bouncing free happily. I remembered how uncomfortable his size was as he pressed the tip of his thick head inside me. This was going to be a whole lot worse.
"Grab with one hand. Suck with the other. Slowly." He ordered and I hesitantly agreed, feeling more tears fall from my eyes.

Once my left hand was encasing his cock and I brought my mouth to slowly suck on his enlarged tip, he began making soft, deep moans that probably would have turned any other girl on. All except me. For some reason it only made me want to cry more. He started to notice I was close to sobbing over his cock when he pulled himself away from me and instructed me to get on my knees. When I didn't move fast enough, he grabbed me and spun me round so my ass was in the air and he began poking me blindly, soon finding my entrance. The discomfort soon came and I tried to move away, but he pulled me back sliding more of himself into me.
"Owww it's too much. Please..." I whimpered but that seemed to edge him on even more. He was much more filling than Cody, perhaps even a little more filling than Cyan. He pushed on my back to lie me flat on the bed with my legs almost together as he drove the rest of himself deep between my already wet thighs. As the wet smacking noises grew louder, I became more self conscious and embarrassed that my body was doing this. And with this man!
"Make sure to tell your daddy just how good to you I was." He puffed into my ear as he started slamming his entire lower body into me causing me to scream out into the bed sheets. He knew exactly how to angle himself to ensure ultimate pleasure for us both, which I only hated him more for. I begged my body not to react this way, but the size and skill of his cock had me close to climax and I would have rather died than have Rex Redwood bring me to that point. What was even worse was that he could tell.

Rex spread open my legs, pushing them apart with his knees and holding them in place.
"I can feel your close. I want to feel you gush as I fill you." He panted, picking up the pace even more. I didn't have it in me to scream out anymore and as I felt myself about to squirt over my fathers enemy, I buried my face into the bed unable to stop any of it.
"Fuck it's tight." He exclaimed just as I soaked the bed along with him and myself. He growled fiercely in delight as I felt his cock throb and expelled warm fluid inside me, but he didn't slow down. I trembled constantly, unable to take even a second to recover from my climax as he pounded into me again and again showing no signs of stopping. I pleaded with him to let me rest but his response was pinning my arms above my head and whispering the word 'no' into my ear. I wasn't ready to go through another climax but Rex had forced another one out of me, leaving me a shaking mess. He stopped but only to pull me over onto my back into the missionary position, forcing me to look at him. I couldn't bare to look at him let alone feel how much of his fluid was running out of me. I felt disgusting and used and very, very sore. His dark eyes scanning my face made me feel shameful of my body enjoying him inside me. I wanted to vomit. He continued pinning my arms above me as he entered me again, his face constantly watching mine. I was so humiliated I squeezed my eyes shut as I panted hard at being stretched so much down below. He continued for the longest time, forcing out two more squirting orgasms and countering each of them with his own. When he finally released me, he stood and watched his cum drip out, parting my lips with his fingers.
""Hurts!" I flinched against his touch and he smiled widely. My legs were stuck in position and yet again I couldn't move. He flicked my nipple with his thumb and trailed it down my body before he re-dressed.
"Best fuck I've had in a long time." He declared, getting some of his breath back. "My balls haven't been this empty in a long time either." I looked over to him and saw the pleasing look on his face, right before I threw up on the bed. He shook his head and left the room just as quietly as he came.

Now only one more to go I thought to myself as I threw up again. Death would be easier.