Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered one last time.
“Good. Then you may go. Put your father back on.”
I vacated my stepfather’s leather office chair quickly and scooted out of the view of the computer screen. My stomach was rolling and I felt like I might be sick. The wanton cruelty of crushing that sweet little mouse! The image of those thick fingers dripping with blood was burned into my brain. I was the little mouse now—my fate was sealed.
“Hello, Harlan!” my stepfather was saying as he smiled at the screen. “You seem to have made quite an impression on my daughter!”
“Yes, yes—she is as you said, very young and pretty and obviously of the Royal bloodline,” I heard Moncrieff say. “She had just better be pure and unused as well!”
“She will be!” my stepfather promised. “She’s the daughter of my new bride and the silly bitch had her on blockers to make it look like she was a blank for years. She didn’t even have her First Blood until a month or so ago!”
“Good…that’s good, Esteban,” I heard Moncrieff say. “When will you bring her to me?”
“I’m not coming myself—I have some business to attend to here,” my stepfather said. “I’ll be sending her to you tomorrow with my two sons, Gabriel and Christopher, to guard her.”
“That’s only a few days from the full moon,” Moncrieff objected. “Can you spare them?”
“I’ll be fine,” my stepfather assured him. “If you’d be so kind as to let them run with your own pack on the full moon night and then send them back home, I’d appreciate it.”
“Of course they will be welcome to run with my pack,” Moncrieff said. “I will have everything prepared for them and your daughter. And if she is a good girl, pure and untouched, we will have the Joining ceremony in just a few weeks. You and your latest bride will be invited, of course.”
“We will be honored to attend,” my stepfather said. “And you have my word about Zoe—her pussy is virgin. Your cock will be the first, last, and only one that ever enters her, Moncrieff. She’s young and fertile—she’ll give you an heir in no time.”
“Good. Then I will expect to see your daughter and your sons soon.”
Moncrieff must have signed off then, because my stepfather closed the lid of the laptop, ending the call. He looked up at me, his black eyes narrowed.
“You saw how I had to vouch for your virginity, girl—you’d damn well better be as pure as I said you were!”
I thought of the days and nights I’d spent in Gabriel’s bed, sleeping between my stepbrothers and letting them touch me and pleasure me. But neither of them had put their cocks in me—they had never used more that two fingers in my pussy and I was still extremely tight. I was glad now for how strict Gabriel had been. If the three of us had ended up fucking…
“I am,” I said in a small voice.
“Good. Because if you’re not as tight as a miser’s purse strings on your Joining night, Moncrieff will know it. He’s had plenty of virgins in his time—he can tell when a girl’s been used and it would not make him happy.” He glared at me warningly.
The image of the old man’s bloody fist rose in my mind’s eye again and I had to swallow hard to keep the nausea at bay.
“I understand,” I said. What I understood was that I was being sold into a lifetime of misery and servitude. I was to belong to the ugly, cruel old man and serve as his plaything—his fuck toy and then as the incubator for his heir. It made me sick.
“Yes, I can see you do.” My stepfather laughed. “Did he do the mouse trick? I swear Moncrieff is the most sadistic old bastard I’ve ever met!”
The mouse trick? So Moncrieff did that on a regular basis?
I imagined him with a cage full of little white mice, reaching down to choose which one would be squeezed to death to prove his ugly point. And this was the man my stepfather was selling me to—the bastard!
“Yes, well, you can go now.” My stepfather jerked his chin at the door. “Pack your things—all of them—because you’re not coming back here again.”
“What about my mother?” I asked, lifting my chin. “Won’t I ever get to come back and visit her?”
“You’ll see her at your Joining Day celebration—that should be enough,” my stepfather said dismissively. “Once I send a daughter away, I don’t expect to see her again. You’ll belong to your husband—he’ll be your Lord and Master. And I don’t expect he’ll want to let you go—he’ll be too busy breeding his heir into your flat little belly.”
He laughed as though he’d made a joke and I was suddenly filled with rage.