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Lyndsay's Revenge Pt. 01

By: jadewinchester



He grunted as he leaned heavily on his cane, the chill in the air always agitated his hip. But he ignored that and kept walking, pushing past the pain. He had a good feeling about this lead. No matter how good the government thought they were they forgot about one thing; the pets. A pet is a difficult thing to rename. It had taken him five years and he'd investigated several dozen dead ends, but he had a good feeling about this one. He finally sat down at the bench across the street and waited. He spent a lot of time waiting. Watching as people passed in and out of the Veterinarian office; he paid attention to their face, for all he knew she'd changed her hair, her clothes. After having their baby, she might have added some weight too. His fists clenched as he thought about the child he'd yet to see. HIS child, a child he'd spent all his life waiting for and she'd taken him. He shook his head and counted down from ten to calm himself. It would take time, and he was willing to bide his time. A smile spread across his face as he thought about the punishments he'd thought up for her. She thought she could escape him, thought she could just hide and keep their child from him. She'd see she was wrong; he'd have what he wanted.

"Samson would you please come pick up your skates?" called out Lyndsay.

"Yes mom," Samson shouted back. She made her way to the kitchen where she tossed her keys in the bowl, laid the bills down and threw her purse on the counter as she started searching the fridge for what she was going to make for Dinner. 

"What are you in the mood for?" she called out.

"Corndogs!" he replied. She smiled as she shook her head. That was his favorite food as of late, but they'd already eaten those two days in a row.

"C'mon buddy, something else." I pleaded.

"Pizza." She grabbed a frozen pizza and preheated the oven. Samson came and sat down on the island with his homework. She started to open the mail, groaning as she glanced at how much she owed now.

"So how was school?" she asked casually. This was their daily routine, at least on the day she worked. 

"Great, we're watching the progression of the caterpillar. They're at the cocoon stage right now. Mine is closest to becoming a butterfly."

"Well that sounds a lot more fun than what I had to do all day." After Samson was born, she'd gone to trade school and learned to become a certified nursing assistant. It didn't pay a lot, but she made decent money and had finally moved to be independent. She had her own small house, it had taken years and lots and lots of therapy to get where she was at today. Even then she had become a little obsessive in security. There was the security system in general, panic buttons located around the house; and several locks on the front and back door. All windows were double paned and locked along with sticks to keep them from being pried open too far. She had a gun permit, and always carried. Gun safety was something she'd made sure to drill into Samson's head. They'd never found Clyde, and until he was in custody or dead she'd never feel completely safe. They'd gone through so much, witness protection, check-ins, but she didn't want to take any chances. While the pizza baked she helped him with his homework, he was a really smart kid, at the head of his class and he was only in 1st grade. He excelled in everything he did. He was the perfect kid; he had manners, and a great sense of compassion.

When she'd first gotten home, the moment she saw her mother and father waiting for her with open arms she'd ran and hugged them. After all those weeks with Clyde and his messed up crazy family she'd finally been allowed to break down and cry. She was able to let her guard down and collapsed against them. Some details they still didn't know, but being pregnant was the one thing she had to reveal right away. Her mother calmly asked her what she wanted. The choice was hers to make, and they would love her and support her no matter what. Emily, of course, had stated her opinion about what she should do. She'd begged her to keep the baby, not to hold the sins of his father against him. Lyndsay knew that either way she had to make a choice she could live with and as she looked down at her son she smiled because she knew she'd made the right choice. She didn't see him as the offspring of Christopher. 

Yes, he obviously looked like his father, just enough to remind her sometimes, but she refused to let that stand in the way. She'd been in a few support groups, some mothers whose child was born of rape had a tough time. But Lyndsay couldn't imagine ever feeling that way about her son. HE was truly a gift and one of the few things that kept her going. When the memories haunted her dreams, or the night sweats and panic attacks hit all she had to do was think of him and everything would be better. He gave her reason to be her best and keep going. Athena barked to remind Lyndsay for dinner. Once Dinner was finished Samson brushed his teeth and she tucked him in, read him a couple more chapters in his favorite series and made her way downstairs for a cup of chocolate milk and a good book.

She flipped through the channels and stopped on a show of world's dumbest. She avoided horror movies, she'd lived through enough to last her the rest of her life. When Athena scratched at the back door she turned off the TV. That was the cue it was bedtime. 

"I'm coming Athena, hold on a min," she called as she set her cup into the sink and made her way to the back door. She'd yet to install a doggy door, it was the next thing she was working on getting. But she only made so much a month and she was determined to support the two of them by herself. Although her mother always bought her "gifts" for the house and never let her refuse them. She opened the door to let the pug in and the sight before her caused her to freeze and her mind to suddenly go blank. Her face paled and she was at loss of how to respond. She'd always imagined this would happen, but in her imagination she always responded quickly. Right now she felt like she'd been trapped in a nightmare.

In the doorway stood Clyde, in his arms was Athena, panting away with her tongue sticking out. She tried to shut the door, her entire body going into a panic, but he wedged his foot in the doorway. It didn't take much strength for him to push the door open. Lyndsay released the door ran towards the counter for a knife. She pulled it from the block and held it in front of herself.

"How did you find me?" she demanded. Clyde smiled and lifted her dog who seemed to not understand that she was being held by a bad guy.

"You can change your name, you hair and move 

wherever you like in the whole world. You're my wife Skye, and I will hunt to the end of the earth to find you." Her stomach dropped and she felt herself start to hyperventilate.

"Leave my house right now!" she demanded. He set Athena down outside and closed the door. She whimpered and scratched at it, but at least she was safe. He walked closer, not an ounce of fear on his face. Lyndsay struggled to focus as she waved the knife around and tried to remember her training. Clyde shook his head and walked closer. She noticed the slight limp and took note of it; he had a weakness she could exploit.

"You have been a bad wife Skye and I need to cleanse you of your wickedness. Put the knife down darling," he encouraged. When he was within reach she slashed out, and he caught the blade in his hand; blood ran down his arm and onto the kitchen floor as the blade sunk into his skin. He didn't pull away or shout, he held on tighter as he reached with his free hand to grab her. She abandoned the knife and bolted for her gun. She kept one in the stand by the door. She pulled the shelf out, wrapping her hand around the cold metal. He wrapped his arm around her throat, moving faster than she had anticipated. She swung the barrel around and fired, the shot ringing in her ears deafening her momentarily. He let go and slammed her head against the wall, drowning her vision in darkness.

When Lyndsay opened her eyes she was tied down to a dining room chair, she was gagged and her head pounded with every breath. She could feel the knot left behind and blood that had ran down the side of her face. She quickly looked around and found Clyde nearby, looking through a photo album. His hand was heavily wrapped and he held the gun she'd just used moments ago, he kept it on the arm of the chair beside him as he flipped pages. She screamed at him through her gag and he looked up with a smile.

"He's grown so fast Skye, I've missed so much." She cursed him, all her words muffled by the bandana secured around her face. She hoped Samson was alert enough to know not to come all the way downstairs.

"You've been very bad Skye, killing my family, turning my sister against me, taking my brother's wives. I am not even sure God will forgive you for this one. You have a lot of awful deeds to make up for. And the boy, well you've deprived him of his father," Clyde scolded. Lyndsay glared at him, saying with her eyes what she was unable to say aloud.

"Now I'll remove the gag, but if you scream I will knock you out again," he warned. He reached over and gently tugged the gag free. 

"You are not his father," She spat angrily. 

"Maybe not by blood, but I am your husband, which makes me the only father the boy will ever have. There is so much I have to teach him."

"You stay away from my son. You touch a single hair on his head and I swear to God I'll make you suffer," she threatened as she worked on the knots that kept her hands tied behind her back. 

"I will teach him how to discipline women to bring them closer to God. I will make a saint out of you." She shivered as she continued to try and free herself. Clyde reached into his black medicine bag and brought out a needle.

"I am not taking any chances this time, you will be fully sedated." He announced as he jammed the needle into her neck and pushed down the plunger. Her muscles began to feel tingly than numb as her muscles slowly shut down one by one. Her foot connected with the table and she ended up pushing the chair backwards her head bouncing on the carpet. Opening her mouth wide she screamed as loud as she could as she began losing all control of her body.

"Samson, fire drill! Fire drill!!" Clyde's eyes opened wide as he realized what she was doing. She was pretty sure Samson had awakened with the sound of the gun. He wasn't a very heavy sleeper, but he also knew better than to come rushing down. She'd told him the modified truth in order to prepare him for the day this might happen. It had taken longer than she anticipated. Clyde stood and ran up the stairwell, skipping several steps at a time. Her vision faded in and out and she struggled to just to keep her eyes open but she was losing. She heard her son scream, than everything went black.

Her eyelids felt heavy as she started coming to, she fought so hard just to open them slowly. Her brain was a little foggy but she knew she needed to wake up. Her eyes finally shot open and she saw Samson in the passenger seat of a van. She took a minute to see the situation she was in; her arms were tied securely behind her back, tied to her ankles. Along with sections of rope wound around her knees, thighs and shoulders. The gag was still tightly wrapped around her face, and the few windows in the back of the van were tinted so dark she almost couldn't see out.

"Mommy?" Samson asked. She looked up at him with wide eyes as Clyde glanced back to see her. She began to furiously pull on her restraints, trying to get her mouth free. Clyde reached into the black bag and pulled out another needle. She struggled to roll away, but he pulled over and reached back to jam the needle into her body. Samson jumped on Clyde and started hitting him with his little fists. 

"Leave my mommy alone!" he screamed. As her vision faded a second time and the last thing she saw before darkness was Clyde backhanding her son to keep him quiet. When she came to again they were in a hotel room. She was still restrained and she watched as Clyde brought Samson in through the door kicking and screaming. He was hysterical and trying to scratch and bit Clyde. He threw Samson down on the bed and shut and locked the door.

"That is ENOUGH!" Clyde hollered. Samson sniffled as he looked up at the big tall man. He rolled across the bed and cuddled up against his mother, tears broke through her eyes as she struggled to comfort her son. 

"You've turned him into a little sissy Skye, look at him cower by your side. Listen Son, your mother did a horrible thing. She ran away and took you with her. The way you've been raised is all wrong Son." Samson looked confused, but he didn't leave his mother's side. 

"Please let us go," he begged Clyde. 

"I've finally found you, I am not about to let you go. There is so much I need to show you." Clyde kneeled before him and reached out to touch his face. Samson cowered away from him and wrapped his arms around her, tears running down his face. It broke her heart to watch her son be so upset. This was something she wanted to keep him from. She wanted to protect him. All the security measures she'd taken and none of it had done any damn good. 

"Samson, on the other bed!" he instructed. Samson shook his head and held on tighter, Clyde leaned forward and grabbed Samson's arms, prying him from his mother. He screamed and cried and Clyde slapped him again. Lyndsay cursed at him through her gag, straining against her restraints so hard she broke out in a sweat. Samson calmed down, wrapping his arms around his knees as he held them against his chest. Clyde turned to her, he looked angry and tired as he sat down and started to undo the gag.

"I am going to untie you long enough to use the restroom and eat." He announced as he started untying the knots around her wrists and ankles. Once free she jumped across the beds and wrapped Samson in a fierce hug.

"It's going to be okay sweetheart. I'll get us out of here," she promised. Samson wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face against her.

"Skye, quit coddling our son," demanded Clyde.

"He's MY son! And I am comforting him," Lyndsay growled.

"Bathroom, now!" demanded Clyde. When neither Samson nor Lyndsay moved to obey he took matters into his own hands and grabbed her by the arm and pried them apart. Samson started screaming again and Clyde lifted his hand to slap him but she stood in the way.

"You will not hit him again. You can do what you want to me Clyde, but you will not lay another finger on him," she warned.

"This is YOUR fault, he needs to learn." Lyndsay turned to face Samson.

"You've got to be a good boy Samson. Do as the man tells you, please. It's okay, I'm not going anywhere I promise," she vowed. Samson nodded and hugged himself more. 

"Find some cartoons," Clyde ordered as he handed the remote over to Samson. He took it cautiously and started flipping the channel as Clyde grabbed her upper arm and dragged her towards the bathroom.

"You won't get away with this," she announced.

"There is nothing to get away with wife; I am simply reclaiming what is already mine." He pushed her into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. Her heart raced as she turned to face him. He looked different. His face looked a little more worn, he'd lost weight and he seemed to favor his right foot as he pressed his hand against the wall to steady himself. He stared down at her and she felt my knees waver. It was like the first time he'd kidnapped her all over again. 

"I'll make you a deal, let my son go and I'll go with you no problem. I'll do whatever you want, I'll go with you, and I'll stay. Just let Samson go." Lyndsay pleaded.

"He is OUR son Skye, and just like you, he belongs to me too. You will be a good wife, or you will be a dead wife." He reached out to grab her and she grabbed his wrist, digging her fingers into his wrist causing him to cry out in pain. And she followed it up with her fist to his face. She moved fast, faster than she ever had before. She made contact with his nose and heard it crunch under her fist. He grabbed her wrist and spun her so that she faced away from him. He shoved her against the wall so hard her head started to throb.

He pressed himself up against her, burying his face in her hair.

"It's been a very long time Skye." One of his hands trailed down her side, reaching forward and she slammed her head back, making contact with his chin. He swore and released her. She kicked his shin and he collapsed with a growl. She didn't hesitate or wait, she kneed him in the face and he fell onto his back. She reached for the bathroom door but he grabbed her by the ankle and pulled with all his strength. She landed on the floor and he pulled her down towards him, digging his large fingers into her flesh. He rolled her onto her back and held her down against the cold linoleum floor.

"Unless you want our son to come in, I suggest you stop fighting me and shut your mouth." He warned. Tears burned in her eyes, but she kept them in; he would not get that satisfaction! Clyde leaned forward and kissed her. Lyndsay closed her eyes and let him; Clyde shoved his tongue into her mouth trying to entice her to respond. Clyde began to unbutton her jeans and she closed her eyes. She didn't want Samson to see this, didn't want him to walk in, she knew she had to be quiet. Clyde laughed as he looked down at her.

"Back to the barely underwear? I thought I taught you better than this! Been whoring yourself out to other men Skye?" he demanded. She shook her head, she had tried going on a date but the second he'd tried to kiss her she'd freaked out. She had stopped trying since.

"Then why are you wearing these?"

"I am an adult; I can wear whatever I please." He slapped her so hard her cheek stung and grew warm.

"You are MY wife, and you dress how I say," he argued. She didn't reply; there was nothing she could say that wouldn't result in another slap to the face. He looked down at her, a helpless angry look in her eyes. He started out slow, resting his hand on her calf, slowly sliding its way up, watching her body tremble under his touch as he neared closer to the prize destination. It had been so long he could hardly contain himself. But there would be all the time in the world, he needed to teach her a lesson.

"You let other men touch you?" Her bottom lip quivered and she shook her head, tears making their way down the sides of her face and onto the floor. She was breathing fast and he lightly traced her lips with his finger tips. He could see the resistance and determination in her face. But her body didn't seem to sync with her mind, her hips were already slowly rocking forward, encouraging him further. He slid his fingers into her and was pleasantly surprised to find her wet.

"I knew you missed me," he announced arrogantly. She shook her head in protest but he was done listening to her now. Chucking to himself he pushed her back so that her head was pressed up against the wall. The bathroom wasn't that big, and he needed room for what he had planned. When both his hands rested on her thighs, spreading her legs as far as they would go she saw him bow his head and quickly clamped her legs shut tightly, almost catching his head in the process.

"No!" she announced firmly, bravely as she stared up at him.

He placed his hands on her thighs again, grabbing the flesh so hard she could no longer control them and he was able to return her to her previous position.

"Do not defy me Skye!" She didn't have further time to think or react before he dove straight down, burying his face in her slit. She could feel the pull of his mouth as his lips latched on. His tongue explored, delving deep inside her at first, the heat of his mouth was almost cool when pressed up against the heat of her. His tongue playfully lapped at her clit and soon her hips gyrated towards him, hoping to ride his face. The perverseness of the act only added to the excitement. To have his mouth wrapped around such intimate area and him be licking her wildly as if he was trying to eat her alive. Her breath started to come in short pants as her legs tightened around his head, not quite wanting him to pull away, one of his free hands clamped over her mouth and she cried out as her body convulsed pleasure jolted through her whole being, leaving her limp and in a euphoric haze. 


Lyndsay's Revenge Pt. 01



Clyde was smiling when he pulled his glistening face away and wiped it on a nearby towel. He looked pleased with himself, knowing he'd done a good enough job to pave way for what he was going to do next. She felt almost paraylized in her extacy, legs turned to jelly and she tried focusing on just regulating her breathing. He reached over and rolled her onto her stomach, lifting her ass up and at an angle. There was no denying her wetness now. It was shining from her pussy, some of her juices running down her legs, and she blushed furiously as she realized that was what he was looking at as he brought the tip of his cock closer. She could feel it brush the entrance, could feel him try to penetrate, having done the prep work helping. She gasped as he pushed himself inside her, inch by agonizing inch. She tried to crawl away, shaking her head at the discomfort. His hand snaked around and started rubbng her clit and all protests died in the back of her throat.

"Its been way too long Skye," he moaned as he shoved himself the rest of the way in. He froze there, letting her body adjust to the intrusion. He started a slow pace, thrusting in and out while using his fingers to rub her little sweet spot. She was gasping now, her body falling into its natural instincts as her hips pressed backwards to meet his. His large hands grabbed her shoulders as he picked up the pace, ramming his whole length into her, the sounds of their bodys slapping together echoing in the small bathroom. Nagging thougths in the back of her mind were gone as she was consumed by him. She hated him but at the same time she wanted him more than she'd wanted anything in the world. Clyde began to growl as he slammed himself harder and harder, his fingers pinching her clit and she cried out as an orgasm rippled through her. Her back arched, her head was thrown back as he unloaded himself inside her. Her tight cunt milked him, squeezing every last drop of cum he possessed and wanting more. She collapsed on the floor as he pulled away and buried her face in her arms in shame. She didn't care if he saw, she broke into sobs.

Why did he have to make it feel good? Why couldn't he just take what he wanted and leave her alone? It would be so much easier if he didn't try to make it feel good. Clyde leaned forward on his arms and kissed the side of her face.

"Its okay sweetheart, you did well. I can tell you've been faithful." He assured, he stood, cleaned himself off and adjusted his jeans. 

"We're going to work on giving Samson a sibling, it's not fair for him to be an only child," Clyde announced. He talked as though his decision was law. He thought it; he said it and it would happen. She didn't reply, little did he know she had an IUD, while she wasn't sexually active; she didn't want to take any chances. Having Samson was the best thing to happen to her out of the entire ordeal, but she wasn't ready for more. Clyde pulled her to her feet and gave her a few minutes alone to clean up and use the restroom. With the door closed she finally let the tears fall, everyone had told her she was too paranoid, all her safety precautions were ridiculous, and yet she'd been right. She knew Clyde wouldn't simply give up. For the few short months she'd spent with him, she felt she knew him better than anyone else. He was determined and possessive. And she was pretty sure the only reason she was still alive was because Clyde knew if he killed her, he'd never win over Samson.

She quickly used the toilet, washed up, splashing some cold water to get rid of the red eyes and stepped out of the bathroom. Clyde sat beside Samson watching Looney Tunes, Samson had a slight bruise on his cheek, and it broke her heart that he was experiencing this. Clyde glanced up and smiled. He directed her to the bed and tied her legs together but left her arms untied so that she could eat a burger he'd picked up.

"I tried to convince him that he needs to eat, it's important to keep up your strength." 

"I don't want ANYTHING you give me," Samson yelled. Clyde raised his hand and Lyndsay jumped on him. She wrapped her arms around Clyde's throat, putting him in a choke hold.

"You will NOT hit my son," she shouted as she tightened her arms the best to her ability. She clung desperately as he tried to pry her free. But years apart had given her time to work out and give her upper body strength. When prying at her tightening hands failed, he slammed her against the wall with his body; knocking the wind straight from her. She gasped but held on, so he slammed her against the wall a second time, hitting her head hard enough her vision temporarily went dark. Her grip slipped and she fell to the floor, unable to do much else with them still tied. Clyde straddled her waist and started to slap her. She tried to shield her face with her arms. But he held them to the side and continued. Samson ran to the rescue, beating his fists against the back of Clyde's head. He turned and backhanded her son one more and he fell back, a small trickle of blood running from the corner of his mouth. 

"You son of a bitch!" Lyndsay swore swinging and biting, until he slammed her head hard enough against the floor that she became dizzy.

"I am punishing her for disobeying me Son; women are to obey their husbands if they want to go to heaven. Do you want your mother to burn in hell?" demanded Clyde. Samson shook his head, he was crying, but noise didn't escape him. Fear replaced the feeling of sadness and it hurt to see him that way.

"Instead of trying to stop me, you pay attention. Someday you're going to have a couple wives of your own; you're going to need to discipline them to teach them the path of righteousness. Do you understand?" Samson nodded carefully and Clyde turned his attention back to Lyndsay.

"Now, disciplining the boy is my job. How can I teach him anything if you keep stopping me?"

"You swore once you'd never hit our children, ever." Lyndsay announced softly. Clyde stared down at her for the longest time, there was no response as he stood and helped her up and back onto the bed.

"Now, we will all sit down and eat as a family, is that understood?" he demanded. They both nodded and Samson climbed back onto the bed looking over at his mother. Clyde sat down beside her and passed a burger to Samson, and pulled one out for himself. He smiled as he started to eat his sandwiche.

"Our first meal together as a family," he announced. Neither of them responded and when the food was finished Clyde tied her back up the way he had previously. For Samson he had one of his ankles chained to the bed to prevent him trying to run away too.

"This is just until I know I can trust you son. You're mother has brainwashed you, and I can't take the risk of you running." Samson didn't reply, he curled up under the cheap hotel covers and rolled away towards the door that Clyde had locked and tied a few bells to. Being a heavy sleeper, it was the one thing that had allowed her to escape the first time. Clyde curled up beside her, wrapping his arm around her waist, and held her tight. When she didn't show signs of falling back asleep he sedated her again.

"We'll be to our new home in a few days." He whispered as she fell asleep.

She awoke in the back of the van. Samson was quiet in the front seat, staring at the passing traffic, glancing back at his mother every so often. 

"She's going to be fine Son." Clyde assured.

"I am not your son!" Samson replied, than flinched when Clyde raised his hand.

"You ARE mine! Your mother took you away from me. She had no right to keep you from me."

"You're not a very nice man," Samson announced. 

"When someone has strayed from the path, they need discipline Samson. Your mother is a wild woman who refuses to do as she's supposed to. And you need to learn how to be a man." Samson folded his arms across his chest.

"You're not treating her like your wife, you're treating her like a lesser being," Samson replied. Clyde shook his head and kept driving; only stopping to sedate his wife a few more times. He drove through the night, Samson only falling asleep when he was unable to keep himself up any longer. Clyde smiled as he tossed a small blanket over him; he looked a lot like Christopher had as a child. But that didn't bother him, while he'd have preferred their first child be his, but Samson was still blood. And with both his brothers gone, it was glad to see that they're blood live on. Besides, he'd make sure any more kids they had would be his. He wasn't going to take any chances anymore.

It was almost afternoon when the boy woke up and they were nearing closer to the cabin Clyde had bought. He and his cousin Dale had renovated it so that it would suit his needs of his new family. Dale had told him to get a new wife, to forget Skye and the baby. But he knew he couldn't. She'd gotten the better of him, he'd been too soft and it had cost him his entire family. His blood boiled at the memory of finding his brother's and mother dead. He at least hoped Mama hadn't suffered. She appeared to have simply been dosed too hard. Georgie had a huge knife sticking out of his heart and Christopher...Clyde shook his head as he remembered the sight of him. His entire torso looked like minced meat, blood everywhere, the stench of his bowels having been perforated were overwhelming. 

He shook it away, he would make her pay for it; she'd caused rebellion, and turned even his own sister against him. When he pulled into the driveway he smiled as he turned to Samson.

"Welcome to your new home Son."



Lyndsay's Revenge Pt. 02



She awoke to her blood pumping and a funny smell under her nose. She shook her head violently and tried to wipe her nose only to found herself bound. She opened her eyes and looked around to see Clyde sitting across from her and he smiled.

"Good to see you awake! Welcome home," he announced. She looked around; she was tied down to a chair and in a basement.

"Where is Samson?" she asked immediately.

"He's safe upstairs, and will remain so until you can learn your place Skye." Lyndsay snapped her teeth at his nearby hand, missing barely inches. He slapped her and she could feel her cheek tingling and she hissed at the sensation.

"Lord knows I tried it all Skye, I tried to love you and give you nice things, I tried to keep you safe, I even tried to train you like my brother did to his wives. But it seems I need to become stricter, I need to lead with a stronger hand." Her lower lip trembled.

"Please just let him go. Do what you want to me but let my son go." He slapped her again.

"OUR son Skye. He is OUR son. Now I have a question for you; and I want an honest answer. What the hell is this?" Clyde demanded as he pointed to her bicep where her IUD was inserted just beneath her skin. There were five raised bumps of where the tubes had been inserted.

"Tracking device," she replied easily. Clyde reached for his belt and pulled out his large hunting knife from the sheath. 

"Nice try Skye, but in case you've forgotten, I have gone to med school, I may not have graduated, but I know what this is. You know I hate liars!" he growled as he dug the tip of his blade into her arm. She screamed as hot searing pain shot up her arm and through her body, blood ran down her arm and onto the floor as he cut open a large enough slit that he was able to use the blade to rip out the IUD. The pain was so intense she faded in and out of consciousness. When the five plastic strips were all out Clyde stitched her up and wrapped a bandage around her. Lyndsay's head sagged against her chest as the pain continued throbbing from her arm.

"You would have still removed them if I had told you the truth." 

"Yes, but if you had told me the truth, I would have numbed your arm first." He smiled as he grabbed an old towel and started to clean up his hands.

"You have no right to prevent pregnancy Skye; that is in direct violation of the Lord. If he chooses to bless you enough to carry life, it is a sin to deny him." She didn't respond as she tried to work through the pain.

"I am going up to feed our son now. Does he like grilled cheese?" Clyde asked thoughtfully. Lyndsay nodded, she hated that she was restrained and couldn't do a damn thing. But if he was going to feed Samson, he should at least feed him things he likes.

"He also likes milk mixed with the tomato soup instead of a can of water. Creamier," she announced softly. Clyde smiled, thanked her and made his way upstairs. He locked the basement door behind him and made his way into the living room where Samson sat on the couch, Looney tunes on again.

"Do you want to help me make lunch?" he asked Samson.

"I'm not hungry." Samson answered.

"You will eat son. Or you will sit at the table until your plate is all finished. I don't know how your mother does things for you. But in this house you eat what is served and you are thankful for it." Samson didn't reply and Clyde turned back to the kitchen. After he cooked some grilled cheese and tomato soup he directed Samson to the dining room table. When the boy refused to get off the couch Clyde took one step towards him and the boy was up and walking briskly towards the food. Clyde could hear the kid's stomach growl as he sat in front of his lunch. But he crossed his arms defiantly while Clyde sat down across from him and started eating his own lunch.

"So Samson, tell me about school, how do you like it?" he asked casually. Samson glared at him in response and said nothing.

"You and your mother are not going anywhere, we mind as well get to know each other."

"I don't care if you are my father or not, I don't like you and I never will!" Samson finally yelled.

"You WILL respect your elders or I will beat the respect into you boy. You will not address me like that again, am I clear?" he hollered. Samson shook at the sudden raise in Clyde's voice and he nodded as he stared down at his soup. He wanted him and his mother to go home. He'd always thought his mother was too worried, but now he was beginning to see why. He'd grown up knowing very little about the whole incident. And even less about his father.

Eventually the smell was too irresistible and he began to pick at his plate, the tomato soup made just the way he like it. When his plate was finished Clyde smiled at him and ruffled a hand in his hair.

"Now put your dishes in the sink and let me show you your room." Samson set his plate and bowl into the sink and followed him across the living room and into a closed room. Inside was a blue painted room filled with all kinds of new toys. Unopened boxes of Legos, a few different gaming systems, a large bed with an Adventure time sheet set. Samson didn't want to admit it, but his room was pretty cool.

"Mom doesn't let me play video games all the time. She says they'll turn my brain to mush."

"And I agree; you will be limited on how long you can play and only after your chores are done."

"Chores?" Clyde chuckled.

"You don't have chores at your house?" Samson shook his head.

"Mom says I need to be a kid first, and worry about cleaning up after myself when I'm older."

"Well in real life you have to work for things you want in life. Nothing is ever just handed to you. Speaking of chores, I need to chop wood for the furnace; I'll split 'em, you can stack them." Samson nodded and followed Clyde outside. In the back yard there was a giant pile of wooden logs along with an Axe and a small stack of already chopped wood.

"You can stack that inside by the stove, and by the time that's finished I'll at least have a few logs finished for you to stack there and replace them." Samson nodded as he started carrying wood inside the house. Once he was in the house he set the wood down and ran for the basement door. There were several locks; a few were faced the opposite way so that Clyde could lock her in, while also locking him out. He tried to open them, frantic to get to his mother.

"Mom?" he called down.

"Samson? Are you okay sweetheart?"

"I can't open the door, he has too many locks and I don't know where the keys are," Samson called down.

"It's okay honey, just do what he says okay? Don't make him mad and he won't hurt you. Please Baby."

"I want to go home Mom," Samson called down. She pulled on her restraints as she tried desperately to get to him and comfort him.

"You are home," announced Clyde as he appeared around the corner. Samson jumped at the suddenness of his voice and looked up at him in fear 

"Please, let her out." Clyde shook his head.

"I can't do that until she's learned her rightful place Son. Now come out here and help me with this firewood." Clyde ordered pointing outside. Samson hung his head and walked outside where he started stacking wood. By the time they had a sizeable stack Clyde declared they were done and took him to check on the chickens. They fed them, replaced the water and went inside to clean up. When Samson got into the bath Clyde set an outfit on top of the counter.

"These are the clothes you will start wearing. Make sure you wash behind your ears, I am going to prepare dinner and check on your mother." Clyde unlocked the basement door and walked downstairs slowly.

"Let me see him, please," begged Lyndsay.

"He's taking a bath; he's a hard worker when he puts his mind to it." Clyde announced.

"Please Clyde, let him go and I'll be the perfect wife," she promised. Clyde shook his head.

"Quit trying to bargain with me Skye. You will never be the perfect wife, you lack the proper motivation. I will give you that motivation. Now, I am going to release you from this chair, but you are not leaving this basement until you settle into your role better." She cringed as he locked a metal chain around her ankle and she started to panic, her heart raced, she suddenly couldn't breathe, her body shaking as she watched him untie her. It was the farm all over again.

"Calm down Skye." She grasped her chest as a sharp stabbing pain hit her. 

"I think I'm having a heart attack," she gasped. Clyde slapped her really hard, snapping her out of it.

"It's a panic attack, now calm down and hold still," he demanded as he started cutting through the rope around her ankle. Once she was free she leapt at him, wrestling him for the knife. She wrapped her hand around his as she tried to force his knife inward. She was fueled by anger, her fear and newly found strength to free herself and her son. She wrapped both her hands around his and he used his free hand and dug his fingers into her bicep. She screamed, the pain causing her arm to go limp. And he rolled her over, pressing the knife against her throat as he pinned her to the cement floor with his body.

"You will stop this nonsense or you will suffer Skye. If punishing you won't work, I will start punishing Samson for your sins." He growled. That caught her immediate attention. She stopped struggling as she looked up into his eyes.

"You said you didn't believe in disciplining your children that way," She argued. 

"I used to believe a lot of things Skye, you were the one to show me the errors in my way of thinking. I was too soft, too easy on you and look what happened to my family. I will not make that mistake again."

"Don't you dare fucking touch him! Not only am I going to kill you Clyde, but I swear I will make you suffer," she growled through clenched teeth. 

"Suffer? You don't know the meaning of the word suffer," he replied. He brought his fist back and smashed it into her face, her vision exploded in bursts of white as he brought his fist down against her face over and over until it was swollen and bleeding. She coughed on her own blood as he stared down at her, his own breathing coming in short gasps. She cried through her swollen face, and Clyde stood, backing away as he stuffed his knife back into his belt. 

"Why do you have to make me so mad?" he 

demanded, shouting at her as she curled up on the cement floor. He kicked the chair she'd once been sitting in, sending it crashing against the wall. 

"I expect you to behave better by the time I return." He growled, than made his way upstairs. She heard the sound of several locks as they fell into place. He wasn't the same Clyde she once knew. He'd snapped, something inside him was broken and she knew she was to blame. She'd turned his entire life, his whole world upside down. She didn't feel bad for it, but she knew she was definitely going to pay for it. She just had to hope her son was doing better than she was.

Samson looked at himself in the mirror, a bruise already blossomed under his left eye and he tenderly touched it. He missed his mother so much he wanted to cry.

"Suck it up boy, you're tougher than that," Clyde interrupted as he stood in the doorway of the bathroom.

"Come sit and we can watch something together." Samson wanted to scream and yell and tell this monster that the last thing he wanted was to spend any time with this guy; but he knew that would only earn him another slap. He shuffled into the living room and sat down on the couch. Clyde flipped through channels before settling on a reality TV show about Gator boys. As he started to doze off a few hours later Clyde covered him with a blanket, kissed his forehead and made his way back downstairs with a bag of frozen peas. Lyndsay was right where he left her, curled up and asleep. He dropped the bag of frozen peas on her face and she awoke with a jolt.

"It's to help bring down some of the swelling." He announced as he sat down in the chair he'd tossed earlier. Lyndsay pressed the cool bag of peas against her throbbing face.

"No more threats Skye. You will obey me, or you will never leave this basement and you will never see Samson again." He warned; his voice cold as he stared down at her. Fresh tears made their way down her bruised cheeks. She nodded in understanding; she needed to be able to be up there, to protect him.

"I'll behave," she promised. Clyde smiled.

"We shall see, that is something you'll have to prove." She sniffled and tenderly wiped her face.

"Now take off those hideous clothes so I can dress you in something more lady like." He instructed as he stood and made his way to a few boxes in the corner. She looked down at her jeans and button up t-shirt. She really did not want to lose them, but she knew better than to argue. Without a shred of modesty, she pulled her shirt off and bra, leaving her naked from the waist up. Her stomach held a few stretch marks and her breasts sagged slightly, but that was the price she paid to have Samson. He tossed a dress to her and she obediently pulled it on over her head.

"You'll need to unlock me to take my jeans," she announced softly as she started pulling her jeans down. Clyde pulled his knife from his belt and cut through the fabric with ease and tossed it into the far corner.

"Or you can do that," she announced.

"You're not going to need it Skye; I have plenty of dresses for you until you learn to sew. One of Dale's wives will be here in a few weeks to teach you how to sew and cook and clean like a proper wife. I figure it's been long enough you've probably forgotten." She closed her eyes, no matter how hard she'd tried she never been able to forget but she nodded. Clyde sat down on the floor and motioned her closer. With her body trembling she scooted until she was right beside him. He pulled her close and kissed her forehead.

"You look much better when you're dressed like a lady," he announced as he ran his hand through her short hair. He didn't make any comment on her now bruised and slightly swollen face.

"And this will grow out eventually." His arms felt strong as he held her close against him. It took every ounce of will for her not to fight against his embrace. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against his chest. 

"Despite everything you've done, I still missed you," he announced, grabbing her chin and bowing down to kiss her. He pulled her against him, lifting her to straddle his waist. He kissed her passionately, as though she was a mere morsel of food and he was trying to devour her. She closed her eyes and pretended for a minute that he wasn't her captor, wasn't her worse nightmare come back to life; instead she pretended he was someone she loved, someone who would do anything for her. She kissed him back, pressing herself against him like he was a familiar lover. He groaned beneath her as he ground his pelvis against hers and she shuddered at his touch; he pushed his hands up her dress and cupped her breasts, rolling her nipple between his fingers and he pressed her down against his hardening manhood. Unable to wait another minute he unzipped his jeans and pulled himself free. Lyndsay didn't protest or fight; she lined up with him and allowed him to impale her on his entire shaft, holding her there for a minute while she adjusted to him.

He grabbed her hips and rolled over so that she was on her back looking up at him. He furiously pumped himself in and out, slamming home each time causing her to cry out. But it wasn't from pain, she moaned as her body started reacting to his. She felt her lower body tighten as he pounded himself into her. Her head swam with lust as she rocked her hips up to meet his, body trembling as she got closer and closer. She threw her head back and stopped fighting it, the orgasm ripped through her, the sensation so intense for a minute she forgot how to breath. Her vision exploded with bright lights while her body trembled. She cried out passionately and Clyde roared as he released inside her, milking his cock, giving her every last drop. Her lower half felt numb and she closed her eyes as the feeling spread. She'd forgotten how good that felt. Clyde rested his head on her chest as he caught his own breath. He smiled when he finally sat up and pulled free. He patted her like an animal as he fixed his jeans and stood. She closed her eyes tightly, sickened by the need of her own flesh. A need she'd denied since leaving the farm, she'd ignored it and hated herself for wanting anything to do with me to begin with. Her therapist was currently working on it with her. This was definitely going to set her back.

"Get some sleep Skye. If you're good I'll bring you breakfast." He turned out the lights and locked her in. Once alone she crawled to her scraps of old clothes and used the jeans to clean herself up. Folding up her shirt and used it as a pillow, she could do this! She had to, for Samson. She needed to get Clyde to trust her again. She just hoped it didn't take as long to escape as it had the first time.

When morning came Samson was greeted to the smell of pancakes. He smiled as he stretched and stood, making his way to the dining room. As he looked around he felt disoriented. He frowned, this wasn't his house.

"Mom?" he called.

"Just me Son. I've made breakfast," Clyde announced and Samson paled as the memories came rushing back. 

"When are you going to let my mom go?" He demanded as he stood in the walkway with his arms folded across his chest.

"When she's learned to be a good wife; now sit and eat, we have a busy day," Clyde ordered. Samson waited at the table while Clyde dished his plate and while he wanted to be defiant, his stomach growled. He watched as Clyde dished up another plate and pulled out his key ring. Out of the corner of his eyes he made sure to pay attention to which pocket he put them in as he ate his breakfast. Clyde carried the dish downstairs to find Lyndsay still curled into a little ball with her previous shirt under her head.

"Good morning." Her eyes shot open and she was across the basement before she could blink. She calmed herself when she realized he was holding a tray with food.

"I didn't know you could cook," she said surprised. He laughed as he placed the tray down on the floor.

"Well I've learned to do a lot of things in the last 5 years." The way he said it made her shiver. She moved closer and picked up her fork.

"Not quite yet dear wife, you have to earn that plate of food." She looked up at him innocently.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked softly. Clyde smiled as he moved closer and placed a gentle hand on her head.

"Suck me off." At first the words didn't quite register but then she understood.

"I'd rather starve!" she spat. Clyde smiled, but this smile was more sinister.

"I was hoping you'd say that." He grabbed a handful of hair and held her head still as he proceeded to undo his jeans.

"I said I wasn't hungry," she argued.

"And so you won't eat, but you're still going to do as I say. Now be a good girl and obey," he ordered as he pulled himself out. She shook her head furiously he pushed her face closer to him until the tip of his cock was lightly tracing her lips.

"Open up Skye, I am not going to tell you twice," he warned. She shook her head furiously, pushing away from him. He let her go and adjusted himself.

"You defy me? What did I tell you would happen if you disobeyed me?" Her eyes went wide as she shook her head.

"No, I'm sorry. I won't push away," she pleaded as she crawled closer on her knees, reaching for him. He was just far enough away that she couldn't reach him.

"No second chances anymore Skye, you will learn to listen better." He turned and walked up the stairs. She ran at him, only to be yanked back by the chain around her ankle.

"Clyde, please!" she begged, tears running down her face. He ignored her as he started to undo his belt, folding it in half as he opened the basement door. For the briefest of seconds she saw Samson sitting at the table eating his breakfast.




Lyndsay's Revenge Pt. 02



"Run Samson! Find help!" she screamed up the stairs. He looked up at Clyde's approaching figure and made a run for it, but Clyde was faster, catching him by the scruff of his shirt. He left the basement door open so that she was forced to watch him bring the belt down on her son. He screamed, covering his backside with his hands while Clyde struggled to hold him still so that he could whip him a couple more times.

"This isn't because you're bad Son; this is to teach your mother that there are consequences for her actions. If she loved you more, she'd be a better wife." Clyde explained as he brought his belt down a few more times. Lyndsay swore up at him, every curse she could think of, pulling so hard against her restraints that the chains broke through her skin. When Clyde finally stopped Samson collapsed to floor in tears. Her throat went hoarse from screaming and she collapsed on the floor utterly defeated. Clyde shut the door and locked it behind him. He threw his belt on the table and knelt down beside Samson.

"I am sorry Son, I didn't want to have to do that but it is the only way I can discipline your mother. I hope this is the only time I have to do this." Samson didn't reply, the burning in his backside radiated throughout his body as he struggled to control his sobs. Snot ran down his face as he looked up at Clyde.

"You are NOT my father," he spat. Clyde grabbed him by the chin and forced him to look him in the eyes.

"This is your last warning; I do not want to hear you utter those words again, am I clear?" Samson nodded.

"Good, now get up, we have more chores to do."

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When Lyndsay heard the door open she cried in relief.

"Is he okay? How...how bad did you hurt him?" 

"He's fine, he's tough. Not going to doubt me again, are you?"

"No, I'm sorry, I'll be good," she promised. She had to; she'd never out live the guilt boiling in her stomach. She was the reason her son had been whipped.

"Good. I am glad to hear it Skye." He walked closer and she knew what he wanted, She kneeled before him as he unzipped his jeans and pulled himself free. She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around him. She cringed at the slightly salty taste of his sweaty skin, but she ignored it and continued. She licked him up and down, feeling him grow bigger and harder the more she worked. She bobbed her head enthusiastically, taking more and more of him into her mouth until she could feel him pressing against the back of her throat. He groaned, his hands resting on either side of her head. She didn't fight against him or try to push him away. She wanted him happy so that he wouldn't hurt her son again. She gagged as he started shoving his cock all the way into her throat. She struggled to force herself to relax, her jaw aching and her gag reflex threatening to puke. Although with nothing in her stomach, she knew all that would come up would be bile and it would hurt.

His thrusts became more frantic as she let him take over. His hands gripped the sides of her head as he shoved her down on the entire length of him and let her sit there, gagging, struggling to breath but couldn't with him shoved so deep. When he finally pulled out she coughed and choked but he didn't wait for her to hold her breath before he did it again. She began to count, taking deep breath as he pulled out and slowly letting the air out through her nose as he went in. He growled as he began thrusting harder, bruising the back of her throat until he gave one final thrust, she could feel him coat the back of her throat with his seed. She had no choice but to swallow, and when he finally pulled out a little dripped down her chin as he smeared the tip of his cock on her lips. 

"Clean it up," he ordered huskily. She stuck her tongue out and cleaned the last bit of him off her chin and lips. He ran a hand through her hair and smiled.

"You did good Skye."

"When can I see Samson?" she asked softly.

"Soon, you have a long way to go Skye." He announced.

"Just please, don't...don't hurt him. He's a good boy, don't blame him for my actions," She pleaded.

"As long as you do as I tell you, the boy will be safe." Lyndsay nodded in understanding. Was this what made the women so afraid of Georgie? Was this the reason they'd become mindless slaves? She was scared, not for herself or her own safety but for Samson's. 

"Since you're down here, I expect you to keep your space clean; laundry will be your responsibility. When you are not cleaning you will be reading the bible. I will quiz you on what you have read, so don't lie to me. If I catch you in a lie, no matter how small you may think it is; that's my belt. You try to escape? Or fight me? I'll bring out the whip. While it's not the same one my Daddy used, but it will do the job. And it won't be your hide it tears into; am I understood?" Again, she nodded.

"I'll be good," she swore. She had to; there wasn't much of a choice. She could easily see this was not the Same Clyde who'd kidnapped her all those years ago. He'd had a gentle side, a loving side. Even a slight innocence to him; but this Clyde, the one she'd orphaned, crippled and left alone to die...he was something else. Something new and it was all because of her. There was slight perversion to him now; he didn't quite talk like himself. Lyndsay furiously wiped the tears from her face as she looked up at him. She knew the right words to say, the right way to say them. She'd never forgotten her lessons all those years ago.

"What shall I clean first?" she asked softly. Clyde smiled at her question and walked to the other end of the basement. 

"You can start with the laundry; cleaning supplies are under the sink. I expect progress by the time I return." He handed her a bible, and a book mark. Without another word he walked up the stairs and locked the door behind him. 

Samson was in his room lying on his stomach over his bed, his backside hurt. He'd never experienced such violence before. His mother didn't even watch violent things on TV, she'd never raised a hand to him, never even raised her voice. He didn't care if this awful man was his father, he didn't want him. He'd spent a long time wishing he could meet his father, imagined playing video games together, tossing a football, all the things he'd read about or heard about through his friends. He loved his mother, but she often worked a lot, and wasn't much into tossing a ball around. Clyde stood in the doorway and looked down at him. Samson immediately turned the other way, eyes red from crying and throat burning from his screams.

"Son, it's time to do your chores."

"I don't feel good, can't I do them later?" he asked softly. He heard Clyde's footsteps as he entered the room, he walked to the side of the bed that Samson was facing and knelt beside the bed.

"This is all difficult for you, I understand that. There is an adjustment for all this change. It's not going to be easy, but you're strong. As long as your mother does as she is supposed to, I will not have to punish you. Your mother is in a very dark place in her mind and soul, she cares very little for herself, I could beat her until I turn blue and it will teach her nothing. If she is a good mother, she will learn to be a good wife. Let us pray for God to give her the strength to obey, shall we?" Samson wanted to scream no and turn the other way, but he knew deep down in his gut that telling this man no was not the best of ideas. Samson pushed himself from the bed and knelt beside Clyde, clasped his hand and prayed.

When they finished Clyde gave Samson a pat on the back and stood.

"Now, as they say in Proverbs 13:4 'The soul of the sluggard craves and gets nothing, while the soul of the diligent is richly supplied.' So let's get to work." Samson shrugged, having not grown up with much religious influence; he had no idea what Proverbs were, but he didn't argue. Clyde led him back out to gather eggs, than they fed the chickens. Clyde showed him all the tools he kept in the shed, explained their names, what they were for. There was a small pen with a few pigs, and they had one cow. Samson had never been near a farm, only time he'd seen this many animals was a petting zoo. The cow nuzzled against him and he laughed as he fed her more hay.

"Have you ever milked a cow?" Samson's eyes went wide and he shook his head. Clyde gathered a towel, a small stool, an empty bucket, a full bucket and some Vaseline than he patted the stool and smiled.

"Well c'mon over son, I'll show you how it's done." Samson sat down, wincing slightly and Clyde handed him a sponge.

"First thing we have to do is wash Mabelle's udder. We want to make sure that when we start milking her, that's all we get and none of the debris she picks up around the field." Clyde picked up a sponge and began slowly and gently washing the udder, only after a minute or so did Samson join him. They rinsed and Clyde patted her dry with the towel. He pulled out the Vaseline and slapped a dab on Samson's hands and showed him how to rub it in.

"When milking a cow, we're going to be pulling and rubbing against her teats, last thing we want to do is chaff her skin. Mabelle would not appreciate that. We start with sort of nudging her udder, it helps her to relax so that the milk can flow easily." Clyde took his fist and pushed it gently against the udder, Samson watched carefully, noticing the bruises on his knuckles. He stared at Clyde's knuckles, wondering whether the bruises came from him or his mother. Clyde's voiced snapped him to attention.  

"Now, watch carefully, we're going to grip right here, at the top of the teat, with our finger and thumb, it's to prevent the milk from backing up. That can lead to an infection. And if we weren't to catch it in time, we'd have to put her down. Now forget everything you know about milking a cow, if you know anything. You don't yank or pull really, you want to sort of massage in a ripple motion." Clyde grabbed two of Mabelle's teats, one diagonally across from the other. His fingers came down in almost waving ripple motion and liquid shot from the teat and into the bucket. Samson watched Clyde for a few minutes and then Clyde nodded and Samson reached out testily, his hands were shaking, cheeks blushing.

"What are you blushing for?" Clyde chuckled. Samson turned even redder.

"It's weird to touch a cow's boob," Samson confessed after a few moments. Clyde shook his head and laughed even harder.

"Breasts are nothing to be embarrassed about son. They're created to nourish life. Whether that be a small calf or a baby. They're a beautiful natural thing, nothing to be embarrassed about." Clyde moved to sit behind him and reached around Samson and placed his large hands over the boys. He helped Samson grab and showed him the movement. After a few successful squirts he sat back and watched as he continued all on his own. 

"You're a natural." And for the first time since he'd awoken to the sound of a gun going off, Samson smiled genuinely, feeling quite proud of himself.



Lyndsay's Revenge Pt. 03



I realize this chapter has been long awaited and I deeply apologize for the super long delay. I must warn you this story is a little dark, so if that doesn't interest you, now is the time to turn away. All characters are 18 and over and purely fictional. I look forward to working on chapter 4.

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The stairs creaked as Clyde made his way into the basement. Lyndsay rushed to the bottom and stood with her hands clasped and her head bowed. Her body fought the urge to look up; this was how he wanted to be greeted. He handed her a tray with her dinner on it and made his way to the small table.

"Thank you for supper."

"You've had good behavior Skye." And it hadn't easy, everything in her fought to defy him. But it was no longer just her safety she had to think about. And for Samson, she'd do anything. Lyndsay set her food down and waited patiently for permission to continue further. He inspected the positioning of all her sides and silverware then nodded. Lyndsay sat down and held her hands out, placing them into his. She felt small as he enclosed them, the rough callouses rubbing against her skin. She closed her eyes and bowed her head as Clyde began prayer. 

"Our heavenly father, we give thanks for all you have taught us, the food that we fill our bellies with, and the blessings you have bestowed upon us. Amen."

"Amen." Lyndsay repeated. With another nod she began to eat. Baked chicken, mashed potatoes, and corn on the cob. Clyde simply sat there and watched her, taking sips of his beer. She ate slowly, minding her manners. Once she finished she cleaned her dishes and stacked them neatly on the tray, ready to return to the kitchen just up the stairs.

"That was delicious Clyde, thank you."

"You earned it Skye."

"H-How was your day?" she asked softly.

"Samson is really catching on to the farm work, 

as I expected. It's in his blood after all."

"Can I see him soon?" Her body tensed as she waited for an answer. She'd asked the day before and received a backhand to the face. His fingers tensed around the bottle as he took another sip.

"Are you going to ask me every day?"

"I apologize for nagging; I just really miss him. It's all I can think about. I-I know I can't come out yet; but maybe i could just see him for five minutes." She pleaded, resisting the urge to cry. She felt so pathetic begging him, but she'd do whatever she needed to just see him. She needed to see with her own eyes that he was okay.

"If I do this for you; what do I get out of it?"

"Anything you want Clyde, I am yours." He chuckled as he continued to stare.

"Do you have any idea how long I've waited to hear you say that?" When she didn't answer he continued, "Since I first laid eyes on you, since I watched you walking to class with your best friends. I wasn't even supposed to be near your school that day, but Georgie wanted a hot dog and there was a little league game across the street. The sun was bright that day, highlighting the blonde streaks you had put in your hair. Our future flashed before my eyes and I knew you were the one." Her stomach dropped at the thought of being stalked by him, to hear the details was unsettling. 

"But now you finally stand before me, submissive like a proper wife and I feel it's not enough. Everything you've done; I don't simply want your obedience, I want your pain Skye. I want you to truly suffer until you cower before me." Cold shivers ran down her spine, his eyes were dark and cold, this was definitely not the Clyde she knew. He set his beer down and stood. He walked closer and Lyndsay struggled to remain still. 

"To answer your question; you will see our son when I deem you worthy. Until such time, I do not want to hear you ask again. Am I understood?"

"Yes Clyde, I won't ask again." He enclosed her in his arms, his chest pressed against her back; chin resting against her shoulder.

"Glad to hear it Skye, now undress." She didn't hesitate to pull the dress over her head, leaving her naked. Despite the chill in the room, she kept her arms to the side. Clyde didn't like her arms crossed, it blocked his view. He circled her and she was used to his gaze by this point. Despite the amount of scars from the torture and abuse it was as though he didn't even see them when he looked at her. His gaze held desire and lust, his hand traced the brand on her hip. The scar that was the darkest. The infection had almost killed her; a small part of her wished it had. This was a nightmare; one she'd thought she'd escaped.

His hands roamed her body as he pressed harder against her. The raised skin never phased him, his eyes still held the same raw hunger it did on the day he first took her and held a knife to her throat. He kissed her neck, the stench of booze almost overwhelming.

"I've missed you all day," he mumbled. Her lip quivered as she held in her sobs Clyde swept her hair aside, giving it a sharper tug, causing her to cry out. He squeezed her breast digging his fingers into the soft flesh, grip bruising. She whimpered.

"Please Clyde, that hurts."

"Shh, don't want to wake Samson." Clyde warned. He squeezed again, harder than before. She nodded in understanding, in other words she needed to be quiet and endure whatever he felt needed to be doled out to her.

"Arms above your head," he ordered. She leaned her head down while holding her arms up. She heard the familiar whoosh as he pulled his belt free.

"Clyde, please..." He slapped her.

"You will speak when I permit it. Now place your hands on the support beam." He slowly made his way to a box in the corner and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, securing her to the post. Next he tied a bandana around her mouth to muffle her screams. He ran a hand through her hair and looked into her eyes. 

"While I am pleased with your behavior, you are not as broken as you'd have me believe. And until I can look into your eyes with confidence and tell you're truly mine; you will be punished." She couldn't hold her tears back, they poured down her face. Clyde walked over to the tool chest and slid open a drawer, pulling out a wooden paddle, similar to that of a ping pong paddle. He twisted it around in his hands before setting it back down and pulled out a riding crop next.

She knew what was to come, and she knew there was nothing she could do to stop him. He grinned and walked back, giving it a few swings, making the air whistle around it. She could feel his presence as he made his way to stand behind her. There was no warning, the first swat came swiftly and left her with a sharp stinging pain. She bit down on the bandana as she tried to contain her scream. The next one came suddenly and it was a few inches lower than the last. Then another. After the fifth one she could no longer hold in her screams. She was grateful for the bandana, she didn't want Samson to hear her, but the noise only seemed to encourage him. When he finally finished, Lyndsay dangled by her wrists, legs no longer able to support her. Her shoulders ached with the task of holding her up. Her eyes felt swollen, her throat raw and she could feel every single welt radiating pain through her entire body.

Clyde was breathing heavily, sweat covering his brow. He let her wrists free and she collapsed to the floor. The cold cement was soothing against her burning flesh. 

"I want you to sear into your memory every single moment of pain and remember your sins against my family." She bit her lip to prevent responding. He'd never see it any other way. And despite all that she'd been through, there wasn't a day that went by that those murders didn't cross her mind. The sight of his mother seizing, of Georgie choking on stainless steel and blood, or of poor Emily so caught up in the act of stabbing her tormentor, that she'd continued to stab him long after he was dead. Clyde dropped the riding crop and kneeled beside her. He untied the gag and kissed her. His mouth was cool against hers and she relaxed in his grip. He pulled her hand to his waistband and her fingers fumbled with the button and zipper, freeing him. He groaned as he ground himself against her open palm. He was rock hard, filling her hand. She delicately wrapped her fingers around his shaft and started to gently stroke him. His breath caught in his throat and he actually growled. His fingers cupped between her legs, fingers exploring and she closed her eyes against the invasion. She tried not to fight against it, after all, the quicker she gave in, the better she felt and she preferred the pleasure to the pain.

"On your back." Despite the pain, she obeyed, spreading her legs wide for him. He didn't hesitate sliding himself right in, buried deep, wrapping his arms around her legs to keep her closer. 

"I've missed you so much." He rammed himself into her, almost sliding her across the mattress. Every inch of her backside burned, but Clyde kept thrusting, the sound of their skin making contact echoing against the basement walls. He leaned forward, hovering over her, hands pinning her wrists against the mattress. He didn't need to pin her, but the control seemed to simply entice him further. She stared at his chest, watching the movement of his body as it slid in and out of her. She could feel a rising sensation deep in her gut and she tried to fight it. Lyndsay struggled to push it down, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of making her body react. She felt her hips betray her first as they started to meet his thrusts halfway. Soon whimpers and sweet moans escaped her lips despite how hard she bit down or tried to control it. When the orgasm hit her it spread through her body like a firework, firing off in all different directions. Clyde groaned as he came, holding himself steady as he filled her with his seed. When he finished he rolled next to her, spooning against her beaten flesh.

"I am hoping soon you'll be prepared to join the rest of us, upstairs."

"I shall do my best Clyde." He kissed the back of her head.

"I am pleased to hear it. Dale's wife and sons will be arriving in a day or so and we can increase your study time."

"I look forward to it." She felt authentic in her tone but deep down she was concerned she'd never be able to convince Clyde. What if she spent years in the basement? How long before Samson was brainwashed? He was young, and had been without a father figure. Lyndsay had read about the psychology behind what she'd experienced, she'd seen Georgie's wives and how broken they were. 

"What's on your mind Skye?"

"I'm looking forward to learning to sew again. There's some jeans that need patching up." Clyde snuggled against her a few more minutes before kissing her goodnight. He fixed his jeans and grabbed his belt. When the door shut behind him she curled up and let the sobs free. Every inch ached from the beating and she wished for a hot shower. Part of her wondered if maybe she'd committed some awful deed in a past life and was now being punished and what had Samson ever done? She took a few minutes to allow herself to bathe in the self-pity and loathing. But it's all she allowed herself to have. Anything more than a brief moment and she couldn't be sure she'd be able to pull herself back out again. Samson needed her to be strong; if he was to have any decent future she needed to figure a way out. And this time she wouldn't leave Clyde alive.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"I've been good; why can't I see her? Please." Samson begged. 

"Because your mother still has to prove she can behave son." The boy crossed his arms and sulked. He could hear her down there sometimes, crying. Her screams and cries traveling through the vent system. Samson's stomach sank every time he watched his 'Father' walk down those stairs. He hated being a child, hated that he wasn't strong enough to protect his mother. Despite the things that Clyde had said to him, he didn't blame his mother. He knew that Clyde was wrong, that all this was wrong; nothing he said would convince him otherwise. He hated these clothes, hated the house and even missed school. But anytime he said such, Clyde would give him a dark angry look that made him scared he'd be hit. He did his chores, tried to remember his manners, anything to not make the strange man angry. He couldn't see how this giant bully could be his father. 

"Listen Samson, things are difficult to adjust to; and I apologize that it's been hard for you. You deserve better; if you're mother hadn't kidnapped you and poisoned your mind, none of this would be happening. Everything you know is a lie son, for instances did she even tell you that you have a father?"

"She said he died. We don't talk about it much."

"Do I look dead to you?" Samson shook his head, but he also wasn't sure this man was his father. Why would his mother lie about it? He was almost 10 years old, he was hardly a little boy anymore. 

"What about your cousins? Your aunts? What did she tell you about them?"

"I have 4 aunts, Aunt Emmy, Aunt Nancy, Aunt Brittany and Aunt Ashley, but I only see the last three once a year, that's also when I get to see my cousins." 

"And Aunt Emmy?"

"She lives with grandma and grandpa while she goes to school. She's going to be a real Doctor." Clyde kept his reactions hidden, but treaded carefully.

"Do you see them often?"

"It's pretty far, but we try to visit whenever we can. Aunt Emmy is almost done with school; we were supposed to go to her graduation soon...will you let us go to it?" He'd made his aunt a giant sign he planned to hold up when her name was called. He'd even spent his own allowance on it. Those times seemed so far away now.

"Possibly. I will talk to your mother about it. What do you say we get started on our chores and I'll show you how to play gin rummy later?" Samson nodded and followed Clyde outside.

~~~~~~~

When Clyde came down the stairs he had a large box in his arms, he set it down on the table and looked over at his wife.

"I want to show you something." Lyndsay walked closer to him and peered inside the box, it was filled with a couple photo albums.

"What's inside those?" she asked carefully.

"The people you murdered," Clyde replied as he pulled one out.

"Sit with me." He made himself comfortable on the mattress and she sat down beside him. Once she was comfortable Clyde opened up the album. The very first picture was old and held no color. It looked like they were pioneers. The eldest man with a white beard stood in the back, taller than all the rest. Beside him stood a large woman and beneath them 5 children, all boys. 

"This is my great, great, great grandfather, Jedediah Gaven, and his wife Agatha with their 5 boys." Clyde flipped the page, more family photos, their sons with their wives and kids. He kept flipping the pages and stopped at the picture of a man with three wives and 18 kids. 13 boys, 5 girls.

"This one is my father, the youngest of 18. I only ever met my grandparents once. After we leave home we only really communicate via mail." The next page was his family photo, his father stood proudly, with nothing even close to a smile on his face. Beside him was 5 wives. Mama being the first. While the picture showed her younger, there was no mistaking that scowl. Beneath the parents was a group of 26 kids. Emily being the youngest; she looked to be maybe 6 months. She sat in Christopher's lap. The page after that was only Clyde's mother and siblings. His fingers lightly traced the photo as he stared at it reminiscing. 

"Mama almost died giving birth to Emily. If Daddy hadn't been a Dr. she wouldn't have survived. I remember the day she was born, there was blood everywhere, Georgie was fetching whatever our Daddy called for. After clamping the umbilical cord, he shoved her into my arms and told me it was my job to take care of her, forever and always." Clyde paused, lost in memory. Lyndsay didn't dare utter a word, she studied the photo their lifeless faces flashing in her head.

"She couldn't have anymore kids after that. Not that we lacked in siblings. Emily was always a happy baby, Georgie had been her favorite for a while, but I was always her friend. I am the one she confided in, I am the one she begged to teach her medicine after Daddy died."

"Did she confide that Christopher was raping and torturing her since she was 9?" Lyndsay demanded. Clyde whipped his head to the side and the look in his eyes drained the color from her face. 

"Was killing him not enough? You have to speak such filthy disgusting lies!"

"They're not lies Clyde...he was very sick. He was tormenting your sister on a regular basis. Are you so blind?"

"Speaking of my sister, where is she Skye?"

"I don't know." He slapped her, his hand covering over half her face.

"Lie again wife and I'll cut out your tongue."

"I can't tell you."

"I am told that Aunt "Emmy " graduates medical school soon. What school does she go to?" Lyndsay shook her head.

"Don't ask this of me."

"I can MAKE you tell me; we both know I have the leverage here Skye."

"You cannot do this..." Clyde backhanded her and wrapped his hand around her throat in warning.

"You do not decide what I can and can't do. Where is my sister?" She burst into tears, shaking her head. He squeezed slowly, watching as she was slowly deprived of oxygen. 

"I have spent the last 5 years hunting you down Skye. Recovering for the 5 years before that. You will tell me where my sister is or Samson will grow up without a mother." Black spots danced in her vision as he choked her. He finally released and Lyndsay gasped in a lungful of air.

"This is your last chance Skye." She was torn, she didn't want to tell him, but if she didn't she was sure he'd follow through with his threat and she needed to be alive to get Samson out of this house.

"W-What are you going to do?"

"Bring her home where she belongs."

"Here? You'll bring her here?"

"Skye, do not play games with me, I want to know where my sister is."

"I...I'll write it down. I beg you, don't hurt her. Your anger is with me."

"I have no reason to be angry with her. She was young, vulnerable and you easily led her astray. I never fathomed you'd take her in as your own kin." Lyndsay simply stared at him, he obviously didn't know; about her part in the escape or her hand in Christopher's murder.

"Emily and I became close after the escape."

"After you ran away." Clyde corrected.

"I couldn't stand her being in the system all alone. Especially after everything Christopher put her through. I am the only one who understands. You have no CLUE the things he put us through."

"Lies!!" Her face flushed, rage boiled in her veins and she brought her arms up in between his, knocking them aside and she leapt on him, pinning him to the ground bringing down a reign of fists; she snapped, no longer able to handle his words. To force her to tell him about Emily, to call her a liar to her face when he'd seen with his own eyes what Christopher had done. What he continued to do for weeks while they'd built Georgie's barn. He'd seen with his own eyes, yet he denied it now. He shoved Lyndsay hard enough she landed on her back and he climbed on top of her and grabbed her throat. She wrapped her legs around his arms and squeezed, years of defense training kicking in. His grip loosened and she twisted her hips, pushing up off the ground and kicking Clyde. 

She jumped behind him and got him into a headlock. He stood, lifting her off the ground with him. He swung back and forth trying to shake her loose but she held on with a death grip. Clyde slammed her against the support beam, knocking the wind from her but she wrapped her legs around his waist, knowing once she let go it could all be over. Clyde was slowing down, she could feel the pulse in his neck against her forearm, pounding desperately against his constricted vein. He sank to his knees and her heart raced as she felt his pulse slow. He dug his fingers into her flesh but she ignored the pain and kept ahold of him. His arms went slack and he started to sway. In a last burst of energy, he grabbed her ankle and twisted it until Lyndsay screamed and Clyde took advantage of it. He finally managed to force her arms apart and threw her to the ground, collapsing on his hands and gasping for air.




Lyndsay's Revenge Pt. 03



"You fucking bitch." His voice was raspy and he rubbed his throat. 

"Your brother sliced our skin like it was butter and licked the bleeding wounds. Sinking his teeth into her flesh until it bled. He did these things to Emily when she was only 9; do you know how I know?? Because he told me Clyde, he told me in excruciating detail all the awful things he did to her and how much he enjoyed it. How he got off on her tears and cries of pain. He told me all this while he raped me, so how DARE you call me a liar!" she screamed hysterically. She still had nightmares about it, she could see his face, the empty dead look in his eyes and his sadistic smile covered in blood as he threatened to reenact the things he did to his poor little sister.

Clyde just stared at her for the longest time, his mind taking in her words; processing them slowly. Deep down he knew but he didn't want to. He wanted to only remember the good, but she was right. Christopher had been sick, infected with the devil ever since he was a little boy. Daddy had tried to beat it out of him. But Skye's insolence could not go unpunished. They both remained in still silence for what seemed like forever. Clyde stood and walked towards the stairs. Lyndsay hugged herself tightly; the outburst having drained her. When he came back down it was with a pen and paper. 

"The address Skye, and don't you dare lie to me." Wiping her tears Lyndsay grabbed the pen and shakily wrote down the address. God help her, she felt like scum. After all the progress Emily made, and she was giving it up. It's for Samson, she reminded herself. Emily would understand. Clyde kneeled and gently cupped Lyndsay's face.

"You have chosen well. Rest now Skye; I shall bring dinner soon" Then he was gone, leaving Lyndsay to sit with her own guilt, the acid in her stomach turning viciously as her imagination ran wild. She could only hope Emily would escape Clyde's kidnap attempt.

Lyndsay awoke groggy and sore from having fallen asleep on the floor. But the smell of food overwhelmed her senses and she could hear her stomach growl in response. Clyde set the platter on the table and turned to her.

"I have decided I am going to bring Emily home."

"Why can't you leave her alone?"

"She doesn't belong out there with all the sinners. You have turned her off the path of righteousness."

"I am sorry." Lyndsay apologized, knowing that was the response he wanted to hear.

"Not yet you aren't, but I will make you sorry." She knew better than to think she'd escape the punishment of her actions, she just hoped he punished her and not her son. 

"What are you going to do?" she asked cautiously.

"Once Emily is home, her marriage to Michael will happen, if he still wants her. And when they leave, they will be taking Samson with them." Lyndsay's heart skipped a few beats, had she just heard him correctly?

"What do you mean?" He couldn't be serious, if he sent Samson away what would his leverage against her be?

"Abigail's sister, Mariam, is a teacher, She's married to my cousin Hank but has yet to have any children of her own. They have agreed to raise Samson through the school year; he needs to be around his cousins, help him adjust faster. And depending on how your training goes, he may return this summer." Lyndsay's brain started to panic, he was sending her son away; this was her punishment for standing up to him.

"I can learn to homeschool like the other wives, you don't have to do this." Clyde smiled, a cold knowing smile as he met her gaze.

"Oh but I do; with Samson under this roof I'll never have your total submission. You will always be thinking of running away and taking him with you. With Samson gone, you'll be better able to focus on being a better wife and mother." His words sank in, summer was 7 months away. There was no way her sanity would last that long. She felt something inside her shatter, it was truly hopeless. Even if she managed to make it those 7 months, there was no guarantee that Samson would return the same. She stared at the floor as the weight of that knowledge sank in.

"He's all I have," she cried. Clyde looked smug as he stood in front of her; he had finally won.

"I know Skye, that is why this will work." The pit in her stomach seemed to consume her. By the time she got out of the basement Samson would be gone. She stared up at Clyde, she could tell nothing she said would change his mind. There was no way out of this, she was so angry her lip trembled and hot tears filled her eyes. How much longer would she be able to fight him? Her biggest fear was losing herself, who she was and becoming nothing more than a brainwashed slave. And if they managed to brainwash Samson? The thought of him being seduced to their lifestyle sickened her. She couldn't imagine her little man growing up to believe the things they did; to kidnap, beat and brainwash wives of his own someday. And how would she be able to handle Clyde getting more wives? Would she be so broken by then that she'd sit by complicitly? 

She would rather have been beaten with a belt, the whip, his fists even; anything better than what he had planned. She wouldn't have any way of knowing where he was or if he was safe; and who knew what his cousins were like. If Christopher had been utterly psycho, surely he couldn't be the only one in the family. Lyndsay just sat there, staring blankly as her mind ran in endless circles. 

"Now that we have addressed that, I have some other great news. Abigail and a few of her sons are due to arrive here tomorrow afternoon." Lyndsay shook the thoughts from her head and looked up at him.

"Are there any preparations I can help with?"

"Tomorrow you will get a short reprieve of this basement. While Samson is out doing chores I will have you preparing the guest bedrooms, freshen up the linen, tidy the house a little bit."

"As you wish," she responded. But the news was uplifting, she suddenly had hope, however small it was. Clyde motioned her to sit at the table and held his hands out over the table. She placed her hands inside his, and lowered her head for prayer. After a quick Amen she began to eat slowly, still processing his words. He kissed her forehead and left her alone. The moment she was alone all manners were forgotten as she began to shove impossible amounts of food down her throat. She was so hungry, and she knew without a mirror she was already losing weight. Once supple parts of her body were now scrawny with protruding bones. She was pretty sure she was malnourished and a little vitamin D deficient for sure but there was no use to complaining. 

Clyde was the 'medical professional', and to question him was to challenge him. As his wife it was her duty to obey, not to question. She washed the dishes clean and stacked them neatly on the tray. She needed to take advantage of this opportunity, being upstairs she could get better idea of house, the land, things that would be available to her. She had time to plan, she wasn't going to try anything until she knew for sure whether they had gotten to Emily. It was her fault they knew where she was, she wasn't about to abandon her should they actually manage to catch her. 

Lyndsay could hardly contain her excitement when Clyde came down bright and early. She didn't want to express her eagerness, but the smile broke through when he unlocked the chain around her ankle.

"Where would you like me to start?" Clyde led her upstairs, having little exercise meant it took her a little longer to meet his strides. She felt weak but she wasn't about to let it hold her back. She was surprised to find the place to be hardly messy at all. The kitchen had a few dishes in the sink and off to the right was the livingroom. Through all the windows she could see nothing but forest surrounding them and the acre that the cabin resided on. There was a large sectional that faced a medium sized TV and a window behind it. Straight across from that was the back door. There were a few empty beer bottles and an ashtray full of cigarette butts.

"You smoke?" Clyde shrugged, not offering any explanation and led her further into the house. The back door was wide open, propped by a log of wood and she could see Samson swinging an ax on top of a stump just a few yards from the back porch and he chopped smaller logs into even smaller splinters. She wasn't sure how long it had been since she'd last seen him, but he looked grown. His little body was gaining muscle mass; his hair had been cut. He wore jeans and plaid shirt just like Clyde did, and he swung the ax with such anger it sent a pang of sadness straight through her heart. She didn't linger in the doorway, she followed Clyde down the hallway where he showed her the cleaning supplies in a little hallway closet.

"You do remember some simple cleaning, dontcha?" Clyde looped a long chain around her ankle, it was locked to a bolt in the floor, feet of chain just curled up in a large pile. 

"This should reach all corners of the house," he announced. Lyndsay nodded and she started by stripping all the beds, including the ones in both Clyde's and Samson's rooms. While the sheets were soaking in the wash she took fresh ones from the linen closet and made the beds. Afterwards she dusted, washed windows, swept, vacuumed and even mopped. The work was hard, after so long of doing almost nothing in the basement but she didn't complain or let it slow her down. When she finished she washed the dishes and started cooking something for lunch. He hadn't asked, but she looked at the clock and knew the importance of routine. 

She made a homemade mac and cheese with some fried chicken legs and green beans. It was a simple recipe that she remembered from her time living on the farm with his family. When Clyde entered his house he inhaled and smiled. He made his way to the kitchen and started grabbing dishes to set the table.

"It's almost done, another five minutes for the beans and it will be ready," she informed him as she turned around. She felt her heart almost stop beating as she realized he'd set a third plate on the table.

"Is that...is that for me?" she asked softly.

"If he's going off until Summer, it will be good for him to see you before he leaves. Do not make me regret this." She couldn't contain her joy, she jumped up and hugged Clyde tightly. He was rigid at first but quickly realized she was not attacking him and he wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Thank you Clyde." He let her down slowly, sliding her body down the front of his and she blushed at feeling him excited beneath his jeans. A loud crashing noise sounded from the doorway and she felt lightheaded as she turned to see the commotion. Samson stood in the doorway, a pile of wood by his feet as he stared at his mother. He ran across the cabin and threw himself into her arms, not waiting for permission.

"I've missed you so much," she whispered, and he could feel how frail she was through her skin. It angered him that she seemed less of her usual self. Like somehow her light had dimmed. Samson grit his teeth and loosened his grip. Lyndsay pulled away and began running her hands over him, checking his hair and skin.

"I haven't beaten the boy since you last disobeyed Skye, tell her Samson."

"I'm okay mom." He grabbed her hands and forced her to look at him. There was something different about him, almost as if he'd grown older overnight. There was a deep wisdom in his eyes; she smiled and nodded. Samson and Clyde sat across from each other while Lyndsay sat in the middle. They grasped each other's hands and prayed. Once an Amen was muttered she looked to Clyde before beginning her meal. Samson watched in silence, absorbing the interactions between them. He was mad, but he was a fast learner for his age.

"Dad, can mother help me feed the chickens?" Samson asked in between bites.

"She has chores of her own son."

"I know, but many hands make light work. If we help one another, it will make chores go by faster, then we can sit down and you can tell mom about the time Uncle Georgie tried to fight your Pa." Clyde smiled at the memory.

"Alright, but she is to be chained down at all times. There is no negotiating that." After a good lunch, and quick wash of the dishes;,Lyndsay followed them outside. The sun felt amazing on her skin and she paused to soak in the limited rays. Clyde wrapped a new chain around her ankle, but this one was older and a little rusted but she didn't dare complain. Samson handed her a bag of feed and showed her how to throw the seed out the right way.

"I have fed chickens before Samson."

"Back on the other farm? Dad says you had a lot more animals and even a better garden." She paid little attention to the fact he was referring to Clyde as Dad. She knew it was something he would have insisted Samson do.

"We did, we had horses, about three times as many animals, but there was also more people." She glanced at Clyde who was a few yards away, rubbing the pigs' belly. 

"Is it true you murdered his family?" Lyndsay froze, speechless. She had not expected him to ask her that. She had wanted to wait until he was older to tell him the truth, explain why she was so paranoid, not that any amount of anxiety and worrying had helped much. Not even her self-defense training helped. She'd choked up, fear having been almost overwhelming, she'd failed when it mattered most. But now she couldn't even tell him the truth, she knew Clyde would be listening and she didn't want to do anything to make him send her back to the basement. She didn't want this day to end.

"I am not perfect Samson." It was the only explanation she could offer that both appeased Clyde and remained vague enough she could skate by, not really answering the question. It wasn't much later that she heard the sound of a engine traveling down the driveway.

"That must be them, come greet our cousins." Clyde unlocked her ankle, but kept a hand around her bicep. Michael was the first person out of the SUV, she could faintly recall meeting him back on the other farm. She'd only spent a few hours chained to the back porch watching baby Josiah while the family arrived. Except instead of a gangly awkward sized teenager, he was more filled out and had a slight beard. 

"Cousin Clyde!! So good to see you again. I see your quest was a success." Michael stared her up and down as he spoke and sneered in contempt. Lyndsay bit the inside of her cheek to prevent from wiping the smug look off his face. Abigail, Michael's mother smiled and approached with a toddler on her hip. She reached over and messed Samson's hair in greeting. Lyndsay forced herself to reign in her protective instinct. She knew rationally that Abigail couldn't transmit her beliefs through osmosis, but her instincts cared nothing for her logic. Clyde placed a hand on her shoulders, she tried to relax but he could feel the tension in her shoulders. 

"Did you stop and grab what you needed?" Michael looked positively giddy at the mentioning of it. 

"In fact, I did. Hey Ma, why don't you and the boys go for a walk?" Abigail nodded and held her hand out to Samson. He looked to his mother, her first reaction was to grab him and hold him close. Clyde smacked the back of Samson's head.

"It is not up to your mother Son. Go with cousin Abigail and the boys. This used to be their home; maybe the boys know some hiding places in the woods."

"Yes father." Lyndsay watched with a broken heart as Samson took Abigail's' hand and they walked away. Lynsay hugged herself tightly to hold back her reaction. Michael made his way to the back of the SUV, Clyde pulling her behind him.

"It wasn't difficult. We stopped for the night and I went out and picked it up then." He flipped open a hidden hatch to reveal a person. Lyndsay gasped as her eyes took in the sight of a young girl, she was dirty and sweaty, her wrists and ankles were bound with rope and a handkerchief was in her mouth while another was tied tightly around her head. The girl grimaced at the sudden light. She had a purple bruise on her left cheekbone and a few scratches and bruises on her arms. She wore a low cut shirt and tight jeans. Her feet were filthy and bare. 

"You've done well Michael. Have you chosen a name for her?"

"Caitlin."

"Let's get her inside." Michael reached for the girl and she screamed, though muffled, and kicked out at him. he grabbed her ankles and pulled her roughly out of the trunk. Caitlin scrapped her back against the metal before landing with a big oomph. Lyndsay reached out to help her, but Clyde grabbed her wrist.

"It is not your business unless told otherwise Skye." She bit her lower lip, wincing when Michael kicked Caitlin in the stomach. She didn't fight when he picked her up for a second time. He tossed her over his shoulders and Clyde led the way inside. He pointed to the door by the kitchen that led to the basement.

"Skye and I will gather supplies." She followed him back towards the hallway where the bedrooms were located. The room besides Samson's looked near empty with only a few boxes and Lyndsay frowned. The fourth door was his room, she instantly felt nervous as Clyde pulled a trunk from beneath the bed and lifted it up.

"Grab some washcloths, soap and a few towels." Lyndsay didn't argue, she grabbed what he asked for and followed him back down to her prison.

"I did not permit you to speak." The sound of skin hitting skin greeted their descent. As they made it to the last stair Caitlin let out a scream. Michael wrapped his hand in her hair and his other grabbed her chin.

"Do it again Caitlin, I dare you!" Lyndsay studied her closer, Caitlin's lip trembled, tears streaked paths down her dirty face. She looked scared and confused. Lyndsay felt sick to her stomach. She could tell the girl was young, but she wasn't sure by how much. All she could do is remember the first time Clyde had taken her, on her way home from school. She'd had her whole life planned out. Until she became prisoner of Clyde and his crazy family. Caitlin was pale, her chestnut brown hair was long past her shoulders and it was currently a tangled mess. Her legs barely supported her own weight.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she apologized. Michael let her go and she collapsed to her knees.

"Skye, get some warm soapy water ready, you're going to help her wash up." Clyde set the trunk down and started to open it.

"NOW!" Lyndsay jumped and went to the sink. her ankle felt almost empty without the chain around it. She quickly set things up and waited. Caitlin began to sob as Clyde reached for her.

"Please...I won't tell anybody." she pleaded.

"Don't fight and I won't hurt you. You need to wash up and take this off. You will wear dresses like a proper lady." Caitlin sniffled and tried to pull away. Lyndsay flinched, she already knew what his response would be. He picked her up and together they stripped Caitlin to her undergarments when she tried to cover herself with her hands but Clyde restrained her. 

"This goes easier if you cooperate. Isn't that right Skye?" Her stomach clenched, why was he making her participate? Watch him? Wasn't taking Samson away enough punishment?

"I asked you a question WIFE."

"Yes husband." Clyde smiled but Michael rolled his eyes.

"You don't have to do this; I haven't a clue where we are or who you are. You could take me at night and..." she was interrupted with a slap to the face. She was silent after that; her sniffling the only sound escaping. He walked her closer to the sink.

"Wash up." Lyndsay handed her a soaped up washcloth and Caitlin only stared at it for the longest time.

"I tried to keep it warm." Caitlin took it and started washing her face.

"Thanks." It was barely above a whisper, her voice cracked with just the one word. They alternated washcloths and Lyndsay rinsed and soaped another. Once Caitlin was done washing herself Lyndsay helped her with her hair. 




Lyndsay's Revenge Pt. 03



As Lyndsay ran her hands through Caitlin's hair for a brief second Caitlin looked relaxed and blissful. When finished Lyndsay wrapped a towel around her head. 

"Not finished yet, strip and finish." Caitlin blushed, casting her green eyes down.

"Do not make me tell you again." Her hands shook as she reached up and unsnapped her bra, Lyndsay turned away, offering what little privacy she could . She held a hand to her mouth, biting down to keep in her own sobs. She hated this, everything about this entire situation. She glanced to Clyde who met her gaze steadily. He watched her, studying her reaction carefully. A hint of sadistic amusement crossed his face and Lyndsay studied the floor. She could endure this, she had do. As much as it pained her. Had it been like this for Georgie's wives? Or had they been too far gone? Was this how they'd slipped so far away? Michael brought out a dress from the trunk. It was white and covered in little roses. It looked new, as in never worn but the pattern was very outdated. 

"My mother made this when I turned 18, it was supposed to be for Emily. But we know how that worked out." He pulled it over Caitlin's head and down her body. Once fully dressed she stood there looking frail and afraid. 

"It looks beautiful on you." Michael pulled her close and kissed her. She pulled back and slapped him. He stood there and stared. His presence intimidating all on its own. Caitlin knew immediately she'd messed up, the realization all over her face.

"I-I-I...I made a mistake."

"Yes you did Caitlin...lucky for you I want you to look nice for our ceremony so I will be punishing you later."

"Ceremony?"

"I told you Caitlin, you're going to be my wife."

"My name is not Caitlin, my name is Rachel..." He slapped her, cursing for going back on his word.

"You are Caitlin now, understand?" She nodded in understanding. Clyde tossed the end of a chain to him and he wrapped it around Caitlin's' ankle. Lyndsay ankle twinged at the sound of the padlock closing.

"Skye, you are going to do her hair in preparation. If she is not presentable by the time we arrive, it will be Samson who is punished." He locked the trunk and handed Lyndsay a make-up bag and brush with some hair ties and bobby pins. 

"Don't disappoint me." He cuffed her ankle and then they were gone. Caitlin stood there for the longest time whether in shock or already broken. Lyndsay couldn't be sure. she also stood there, studying Caitlin. Left with a task with impossible consequences.

"I'm never getting free am I?" Caitlin's voice pierced the silence. Lyndsay wanted to argue; wanted to give her hope. Perhaps hatch a plan. But she didn't want to give false hope and she couldn't be sure Clyde wasn't listening.

"It's the best to do as you are told." She instantly cursed the words that left her mouth. She loathed herself for saying it and hated herself even more for starting to believe it. Everything seemed to just go smoother when she obeyed.

"Skye?" Caitlins desperate voice pierced her consciousness.

"Come sit while I brush your hair." Lyndsay patted the mattress as she settled down. Unsure of what else to do Caitlin moved She sat down, giving Lyndsay her back. Lyndsay hummed while she brushed and fixed her hair. She recalled the slumber parties she'd held with Emily where they'd done just this. The early months of her pregnancy she'd spent teaching Emily to be a kid. It had been fun, like a little sister she'd never had. The first months they'd been there for eachother, comforting through the night terrors, through the nights of insomnia. The bond between them had grown strong. But she had to think of Samson . When she finished there wasn't a hair out of place. 

"I wish I could thank you." Lyndsay gave her a small smile. 

"I understand this is difficult. I am not offended."

"How long have you been here?"

"It's complicated Caitlin."

"Rachel, my name is Rachel."

"You are Caitlin now, it's hard to adjust at first, but eventually you will forget your birthname."

"Have you forgotten yours?"

"I am Skye here, it doesn't matter what my name used to be."

"You're telling me there is no hope? No chance getting out of here? What about my parents? My fiance? Will I never see them again?" Tears filled Caitlin's eyes as she pleaded with her. Taking a deep breath, she stared down at the poor girl and replied, 

"No, that life is behind you now."

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Lyndsay felt utterly dead inside having to speak those words. Caitlin tested the length of her chain, going through cupboards, boxes, and fiddling with the locks on the trunk.

"If you're looking for weapons, you won't find anything helpful down here. Because even if you do find a weapon, unless its a gun, it won't do you much good." Caitlin whipped her head up and glared.

"I'm not ready to give up yet SKYE." Lyndsay felt an instant flare of anger shoot through her. What did she know? She hadn't been through what Lyndsay had lived through, not even a fraction yet. Unsuspecting laughter bubbled forth and Lyndsay giggled at the irony of the situation.

All the anger she had towards Georgies wives, she deserved every slap she'd gotten. She made a mental note to apologize to Nancy after this. Apologize to all of them. She was grateful she didn't know their addresses; she just had to hope Emily forgave her.

"What's so damn funny?" Caitlin demanded. 

"I think I used to be you." Then she laughed again, almost to hysterics. Maybe Clyde had finally won. Even if she managed to come up with a brilliant plan; fear for Samson's safety or Clyde finally snapping and killing her. was stronger.

His cousin made no qualms about his opinions. And he didn't bother to hide his lack of confliction over the subject. She felt close to madness. 

"If you're not going to be helpful, don't talk to me." Lyndsay wanted to go over and slap the girl herself. Her hands shook and she took a deep breath, emptying her mind in order to focus. 

"He has my son..." 

"Is that who Samson is?" Lyndsay nodded and sighed. 

"Clyde's done it before. I told him no and he beat Samson for it."

"The man who took me?"

"No, that's Michael, he's Clyde's cousin's son."

"And Clyde is your husband?"

"Yes."

"What's going to happen to me?" But Lyndsay had no answer for her. How could she know? It was a part of Clyde's family she hardly knew.

"I don't know."

"They can't just get away with this. My parents will be looking for me."

"We aren't going to even be in the same state," Lyndsay announced.

"I'd rather die than be his wife."

"If you don't shut up, you might get your wish." The locks on the door clicked open and she ushered Caitlin back; but Caitlin refused to listen. 

"Please, let me go," she begged as Michael walked down the stairs.

"Now Caitlin, I've already explained this to you. You are mine now, your home is now with me.

"No," Caitlin argued, as though just saying it could make it true.

"Shhh, its okay. It will all be okay as long as you're good wife to me, I'll take care of you." Caitlin's face crumbled and Michael embraced her, holding her tightly against him as he tried to soothe her. But Lyndsay knew better, her attention switched to him now. He'd cleaned up a little, he now wore clean trousers and button up shirt.

"You're having your ceremony now?" She wondered briefly if her ceremony would have been sooner had she not stabbed Clyde in the hand.

"I don't want to wait any longer. Clyde is coming down shortly to say his goodbyes." Michael unlocked Caitlin and together they walked upstairs. Lyndsay watched her go with a heavy heart as she watched Clyde descend moments later.

"I confess that was my way to test your reaction; I am both impressed and pleased with the results." he confessed.

"Thank you," she said. But she didn't want to. She wanted to lunge and attack him with her fists. Scream at him. She could feel tiny pieces of herself breaking. To have to participate in breaking Caitlin's spirit, it felt cruel. She wanted to fight, to give the girl hope, tell her she'd been through this and gotten away once. She'd been lucky and she wasn't so sure she'd be that lucky again.

"It gives me hope that I can someday expand our family." A wave of nausea rolled over her, he meant more wives.

"It would be a blessing," she announced softly. Clyde kneeled beside her, cupping her face and forcing her to lock eyes. Whatever it was he saw reflected back pleased him.

"You are nearly there darlin." And then he kissed her, his kiss hungry and possessive, leaving her breathless when he pulled away. 

"Undress." She pulled her dress off and slid the long johns down. He fumbled with his jeans, pushing them down his hips as he pulled her closer.

"I am going to fuck you Skye, now roll over." She obeyed, closing her eyes against the feel of his hands roaming her body. His hand slid lower and he began to spread her open with his fingers. Her face flushed with embarrassment but she didn't pull away.

"Mmmm Skye, I think you missed me." Her breathing caught in her throat as he manipulated her with his hands. She could feel him slide himself in, so slowly that she could feel every single inch. She moaned when he finally reached the end, both his hands on her hips to hold her in place as she tried not to fight him.

"You did well Skye." His rhythm started slow; almost agonizingly slow. Her body cared little for what she wanted as it now responded on instinct. Her hips tilted, allowing him to go deeper, stretching her further. Clyde groaned as he picked up the pace. Lyndsay dug her nails into her palms, trying to fight against her body. She didn't want this, any of this and yet her body argued. It wanted him pounding away at her flesh, wanted his thick callused hands digging into her skin; she shook her head as heat rolled off her. 

"You're so goddamn tight," he grumbled. He grabbed a handful of her hair and released his full strength. He began pounding into her 

little body forcing cries from her mouth. 

"I like it when you make noise." A sudden sharp 

pain caused her to scream, Clyde was thrusting so hard and fast he was bottoming out. At the realization, Clyde growled and continued aiming to hit her cervix. The pain shot through her and she tried to pull away, the pain almost too much for her to bare. 

"It hurts." He shoved her head into the mattress, holding her still.

"Good," he purred. Clyde suddenly pulled out, leaving her there feeling suddenly empty and cold.

He rolled her onto her back and thrust himself back into her, his hand wrapping around her throat as his other reached down to massage her clit.

"Can't fight it forever Skye, just give in." She ground her hips up to meet his hand as she spread her legs even wider. Small electric currents began spreading through her lower body as her legs trembled.

"That's it baby," he encouraged and he reached down and pinched her clit. Lyndsay screamed as her vision burst in hot white light and her back arched as she tried to escape the intensity of his touch. Clyde came a few seconds later, pumping every last bit of seed into her. 

When he finally pulled away she collapsed in tears.

"While I am away, Michael will be in charge of you. I am going to have to fetch Emily myself. I want you to obey him as though he were your husband, am I understood?"

"How long will you be gone?"

"However long it takes to bring my sister home. 

Michael is going to be marrying her as well."

"Sounds greedy." Clyde chuckled.

"That is why you are going to help him with Caitlyn, also Samson will be coming with me. All Michael has to do is call me and I will pull over and punish him on the side of the road. So don't even think of being disobedient."

"Why are you taking Samson?"

"Boy has to learn how it's done sometime. Plus he can help me lure Emily out."

"He is too young Clyde."

"Who are you to tell me? I am the one who decides that and I say he is going. We leave after dinner."

"Can I say goodbye to him?"

"No." He offered no explanation as he stood and redressed himself then walked up the stairs, leaving Lyndsay alone with her thoughts. She couldn't shake the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her nightmare was unfolding, he was going to brainwash her son. She thought she'd have more time. Lyndsay cleaned up and sprawled across the mattress, she was drowning in her on panic. Her fear for Samson made it hard to focus. And now he was blackmailing her to make her help them break Caitlin. She knew she had no choice, for Samson she'd do anything.

Even if it meant putting another human through the same stuff she went through. Day faded into evening and she could hear feet running across the hardwood floor; the children were playing. When the basement door finally opened again, it was Michael who walked down the stairs with his wife in his arms and unconscious. Her hair was a mess and blood was drying on the corner of her mouth.

"Can I help?" Lyndsay offered.

"Washcloth for her face." She didn't hesitate she grabbed what he requested and began washing Caitlin's face as soon as he laid her down.

"Is she gonna be okay?"

"She's a little lippy, but nothing I can't handle. Lock her ankle." Lyndsay hesitated, hands shaking at the thought.

"Is there a problem Skye?" He turned his attention to her and she shook her head and wrapped the chain around Caitlins ankle. Shuddering at the sound of the lock clicking into place.

"Next time, do not hesitate."

"I'm sorry," she apologized.

"You do not have to pretend with me Skye. I know you're not broken."

"Broken or not, I will do my best to obey my husband's demands." Michael stood there, studying her.

"Sadly that is just not enough. There is a lot you must repent for, among those sins, kidnapping my potential wife." Lyndsay broke into laughter.

"Emily was a child."

"Thus leading her down the path to hell; are you not a god fearing woman?" He spoke as though she'd never interrupted and she scoffed at the words coming out of his mouth. 

"Nothing you believe is real. It's all generations of brainwashed victims."

"Do you really think so? Let's see if your husband agrees." Lyndsay leapt at him to wrestle away the cellphone but he moved it just out of reach. 

"Please don't call him, I don't mean what I say."

"You can grovel better than that," he scolded.

"Michael please. I'm sorry for stealing Emily. For talking out of turn. Please punish me, not my son."

He turned the phone off and set it on the basement stairs. He began to unbutton his shirt as he made his way back towards them, revealing a chest with abs that did not look his age. Had little hair to his chest, and he had six pack abs. Lyndsay felt sick as she caught herself staring; she violently shook her head.

"Delightful. Because I prefer to punish you in particular." Michael enjoyed watching her shake in fear as he walked over to the tool box.

"My cousin said he had stocked up on devices, I've got to say I'm impressed." He said as he shuffled through the drawers.

"What-what is my punishment?" He grinned as he slammed yet another drawer shut, not having found anything to his liking.

"I actually brought something of my own to play with." He reached into his bag and pulled out a soldering iron with a bright blue handle. 

"What are you going to do with that?"

"What do you think I am going to do with it Skye?" He looked menacing now as he moved closer.

"You're going to use it on me." Her voice sounded brave but it was a lie. She'd used a soldering iron before, she knew what it would do once it touched her skin.

"I knew you had a brain, now undress and hold out your wrists." She did so and almost shook as he placed one wrist in the cuffs.

"Now move into position." He pointed at the support beam and she knew what he wanted her to do. He clasped the other end around her free wrist. The metal cut against the bruises and raw skin that was barely healed. Michael plugged the iron in, letting it charge on its stand as he kneeled beside Caitlin and shook her awake.

"Wake up Slut." Her eyelids fluttered then she realized who was above her and screamed, causing Michael to slap her.

"You filthy impure whore. How many men have you fucked?"

"None of your buisness." Caitlin spat.

"Your life is mine, to do with as I see fit and I want to know how many times you have spread your legs." Lyndsay knew this meant Caitlin had probably not been a virgin. She wondered if Caitlin had lost it to someone she loved, someone she trusted. Lyndsay had once planned on giving her virginity to her old boyfriend, Travis. He'd visited her in the hospital when she'd returned home, but too much had changed and when she flinched the first time he tried to hug her he knew it too.

She'd hardly thought of Travis when she'd been Clyde's captive the first time. Then after all she'd been through, being intimate was too much. The only man who could touch her after what Clyde did was her father. Only in his arms did she feel safe and loved. It was the first time she'd ever seen her father cry. And not just a few tears, he wept like a small child. He had hesitated at first but when Lyndsay threw open her arms he wrapped her in a bear hug so tight he almost lifted her off the hospital bed. 

Then she'd introduced them to Emily. They both greeted Emily as though she was already family. While her parents had gotten on the plane, she'd told her mother a little about Emily, and that she needed a home. After all, without Emily, she might have never escaped the first time. Emily and some of the older children had a hard time adjusting at first. Emily had it the worst, almost everything she knew were lies. Her family was gone, one of them by her own hands. The wing of the hospital that was given to them had been theirs for a few months while we recovered both physically and mentally. The other women had been out of society for so long there was a lot they had to relearn.

The night terrors were the worst, and then when she found out more about her pregnancy she'd almost had a complete mental breakdown. Emily had sat by her side, begging her to keep the baby. To not punish an innocent life. Caitlin screamed, pulling Lyndsay back into the present. Michael pinned Cailyn down, settled himself between her legs, her dress was bunched up around her waist and her arms were held above her head while Michael's other hand was occupied between the two of them.

"Please, let me go."

"Shut your mouth before I shut it for you." Caitlin sobbed as her body still struggled; it was pointless. All three of them knew it but Caitlin's body refused to listen.

"Leave her alone, she's just a girl. She doesn't know any better." Michael paused and turned his face to look up at her.

"Are you offering to take her place Skye? Perhaps show me your womanly wiles, maybe I'll give my wife a reprieve." The look in his eyes made her shiver as she shamefully looked away. 

'COWARD' was the word that screamed in her head. There was nothing she could do, even if she were to try her 'feminine wiles', once he was finished with her he'd just pick back up with his wife then. Lyndsay buried her face into her arms as she was forced to listen to his taunts, to the sound of his skin hitting against Caitlins.

"You are my wife, I own you Caitlin. You can't stop me...Skye can't stop me; this is your fate." Caitlin didn't respond while Michael used her body. Her whimpers turned to moans, her breathing quickened as Michael manipulated her body to an orgasm. Then suddenly there was nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing, making Lyndsay cringe.

"You should have taken my offer Skye. I could have gone easy...been gentle. But i'm not going to be gentle now." Lyndsay seriously doubted he even understood the word gentle.




Lyndsay's Revenge Pt. 03



"Watch me Skye." She closed her eyes tighter, the sound of his voice suddenly closer.

"Watch me Skye or I will burn both your eyelids." She opened her eyes and found herself looking directly at him. He had stood and was now before her holding onto his soldering iron. She watched as he lifted it up and ran it across her forearm, leaving a 2 inch red welt. She screamed, skin suddenly aflame. She tried to pull away but the damage was already done. Michael moved closer, bringing the iron closer enough to her face she could feel the heat radiating from it. 

"Scream like that again Skye and I'll burn your tongue," he warned. She whimpered as her skin throbbed where he'd burned her. She just couldn't shake the pain. The iron moved lower and spread another mark across her chest. She struggled in his grasp, fighting back the screams while tasting blood. He marked her ribs, her hip, her thigh and even brought it back up for one on her neck, just below her left ear. Lava flowed through her veins, sending screaming alarms off in her head. 

She needed to get away, needed to stop the flaring pain that was spreading furiously through her body.

"No more, please."

"You think that it's been enough?"

"I apologize, just no more." Michael set the iron aside and traced his fingertips across her now sensitive flesh. 

"I admire your spirit Skye, but that won't stop me from using you like I did my wife." Lyndsay took a moment to glance over at the curled up form on the mattress. Caitlin faced away from them, but Lyndsay could tell she was awake and crying.

Michael's face came closer, just a breath away as he looked into her eyes.

"I'm going to fuck you now Skye." She watched helplessly as his hands reached down in between her legs. She groaned as his fingers found her clit and began to tease it. Small slow circles, applying just the right amount of pressure and friction. Soon the pain faded, dampened and was replaced by a new sensation. Her breath hitched in her chest as she felt a familiar pressure building. Pleasure stacked itself in preparation of a big finish. Lyndsay lowered her head in defeat, body now answering the call of a different master. Her hips ground against his hand, seeking more. She gasped as he slipped the first two fingers inside her, thumb taking their place.

"You can fight it, but it feels too good to fight it forever, doesn't it?" Her cheeks burned in shame, her need for release overwhelming her senses; blocking everything else out. Michael continued to mumble filthy things in her ears; all the while stoking the right places and pressing all the right buttons. He knew his way around a female body. The ache within her so strong it made her lightheaded.

"Please." Her begging was no longer a plea of escape, instead it was a plea for release. Michael lifted her legs and pressed her back against the support beam. He stuffed every inch of his rock hard cock into her, groaning with effort as he tried to control himself.

"So tight." He eased himself out, watching his length as it buried himself down to the hilt. Skye's breath was knocked out of her as he filled her with his cock. She had so few to compare him too but she could already tell he was bigger than Clyde. His head reached places inside her that she hadn't known even existed. The cuffs dug further into her already damaged wrists as they took on more of her weight. His biceps bulged as he held her up and kissed her, fast and demanding. His lips pressed against hers as his tongue darted out to play. She couldn't do anything but accept him. Her skin felt tingly as he picked up his pace.

"Moan for me." When she remained silent he thrust into her so hard it forced the noises past her lips. Then suddenly her body seized, her vision faded and she lost control as her muscles all tightened while waves of bliss rolled through her body. Michael was seconds behind her holding himself deep inside her as he came. Skye sobbed openly, no longer pretending to be strong. She was suddenly feeling worn down, and not just physically but inside her head too. She felt weak and powerless. Michael leaned forward and licked tears from one cheek, savoring his victory. He let her go and her legs trembled as she stood on her feet again. She was panting, trickles of sweat running down her temple.

"Cousin was right, once you give in, you give it all in. Your body seeks it out like you're in heat." Lyndsay wished she could plug her ears, her guilt and shame overwhelming. His words felt true, every time she felt like she fought just a little less. She could feel her defenses weakening and she cried for her loss. Suddenly a chain looped around his neck and he was pulled backwards, Caitlin attempting to strangle him. Lyndsay watched through teary eyes and Michael sank to his knees. He clawed at the chain, leaving tiny trails of blood, but she pressed her knee into his back for extra leverage. He went limp, collapsing to the ground. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and Caitlin let go, then began searching his pockets, crying out in triumph when she found his keys. Several tries and she finally unlocked her ankle. Then hurried to help Lyndsay.

"You don't have time. And I won't leave my son. Hurry, if he catches you..." Caitlin ran up the stairs, fiddling with the keys as she tried to unlock the basement door.

"His mother might try to stop you and Clyde may even still be here so be careful." She had 2 deadbolts to go when Michael stirred. He was recovering, and quickly.

"You need to hurry Caitlin." Lyndsay announced as Michael groaned, hand moving to his throat. His voice was hoarse but he spoke.

"You have nowhere to go dear, no neighbors or nearby towns." He moved closer and Caitlin dropped the keys, her hands shaking.

"Come back down and I'll show you mercy."

"No! I'm going home," she sniffled. She tried another key and he ascended the stairs.

"Wrong move wife." He growled. He closed the distance and wrapped his arms around her, slamming her head against the door then tilted back to keep her feet off the ground. Once he made it close enough he tossed her onto the mattress. When she tried to stand he delivered a short kick to her ribs. She curled up, breathless and in pain. He cuffed her ankle again and unlocked Lyndsay's ankle.

"Hold her down!"

"What?" Certainly she'd heard him wrong.

"Pin her arms down." Michael instructed.

"Please don't make me..."

"You will hold her down or I will call Clyde 

right now and tell him what a disobedient slut his wife is being!" She fell to her knees and crawled to Caitlin's body.

"I'm sorry." Lyndsay's hands shook as she rolled the poor girl onto her back so that she could hold her arms down.

"If she gets free, that's one hit with the belt Samson will receive." Lyndsay tightened her grip.

"Please don't fight." Caitlin looked up into her eyes and she felt sick. 

"Help me.."

"I can't, don't make this harder, please." Michael retrieved his soldering iron and saddled Caitlin's waist. He lifted her dress and began to trace the iron across her abdomen to spell SLAVE. Caitlin screamed and bucked but Lyndsay kept her grip, her own eyes flooding with tears. He lifted the iron to begin another letter when Lyndsay held out her hand to stop him.

"Burn me instead," she pleaded.

"Trying to play the hero?" 

"She shouldn't be punished she doesn't know better. Please, let me take the punishment." She hated every word that came out of her mouth, but she found she couldn't stop herself either. She was already in pain but she felt helpless to stop anything. This made her feel she had control. She could still do something that made a difference.

"No. Now put more weight into it she's moving too much and I have only once chance to get this right." Lyndsay kneeled on Caitlins forearms while pinning her chest down. Lyndsay closed her eyes, trying to shut out reality as he sat back with a smile of satisfaction.

"Now every time you look at yourself you will remember that I own you. You are mine and now everyone else knows it too." Caitlinn was no longer struggling against her, instead she cried, her body limp now. There was no fight left. Lyndsay moved away trying not to puke from the smell of burnt flesh, Michael stared down and smiled at his handiwork.

"One way or another you all break," Michael sneered. Lyndsay knocked the iron from his hands and leapt, wrapping her hands around his neck. He grabbed both of her wrists and pressed his thumbs into them while pulling her arms apart.

"Did you actually think that was going to work? Look at yourself Skye, you've withered away. You have hardly any strength at all." He pulled her body down and rolled her onto her back and sitting down on her chest.

"I was really hoping you'd attack me. Clyde said given enough time, enough prodding you would. Now, open your mouth Skye."

She shook her head, pressing her lips tighter together. Michael laughed while he pinned her biceps with his knees as he pulled open his jeans, pulling out his hardening cock. He thrust his hips forward, pressing the tip of his long hard cock against her lips.

"Open!" Lyndsay glared up in defiance. He gripped her face with his hands and squeezed.

"If I have to say it again, I am going to break your jaw." Her lip trembled slightly as she slowly opened her mouth. 

"I better not feel any teeth," he warned. She relaxed her jaw as he slid himself across her tongue. His skin tasted sweet and she realized she was tasting herself on him. He stopped only when he was buried completely inside her mouth. Her lips and nose tickled as they brushed against the small batch of hair surrounding the base of his shaft. Her throat convulsed while her body heaved at the intrusion. He moaned as he slowly slid himself out and she gasped for air, coughing as she did. But seconds later he was pushing himself back in, slowly stretching her throat muscles to accommodate his size. Her lungs screamed in protest, her vision started to tunnel and her body started to seize, nerves shutting down the longer he held himself down. 

The only thoughts running through her mind was that this was how she was going to die. Just when her vision started to completely black out he pulled out, laughing at her. She could feel the blood pounding through her body, her lungs burning as she gasped for precious oxygen.

"Please.." she whimpered, hating herself for feeling so weak. 

"I told you not to interfere, now you must suffer the consequences." Before she could mutter another plea or apology he shoved himself back in, choking her over and over; bringing her just to the edge of passing out. Her head was swimming as she struggled to simply remember to breathe. Satisfied with his actions, Michael moved down her body, his cock wet with her saliva. He lifted her left leg up and over his shoulder, straddling the other, rolling Lyndsay onto her side. He grabbed her shoulder with his left arm and rubbed her clit with his other. She sighed, throat still unable to quite form words. Tiny arcs of electricity shot through her body and her muscles clenched down low in her abdomen.

He pulled her down as he thrust up, impaling her on his entire length. Lyndsay was too weak to do much besides lay back and allow him to have his way with her body. She could feel her body responding until suddenly she started to spasm wildly as her body clenched down around him, her body arched as tidal waves of pleasure rolled through her, bursting through every cell of her body. He fell quickly behind her, groaning as he filled her with his cum. He smiled as her pussy refused to let him go and continued to milk him of his seed. He shuddered and just held himself inside her as he went soft. More and more conscious thoughts returned to her head as he slid out and she felt their mutual fluids trickle down her thighs. He grabbed the keys from his pocket and unlocked Lyndsay's ankle. While she laid there recovering he opened the trunk and emptied it. Her stomach sank as she realized what he was preparing to do. He dragged it closer, sliding it across the cement. Lyndsay was still too weak to move as he picked her up then folded her into the trunk.

She stayed curled as he shut the lid, encasing her in darkness. Small beams of light shone through and she realized there were little air holes drilled into the lid. She hadn't paid enough attention to the trunk when they'd originally brought it down. She hated to admit it, but she was really starting to miss Clyde.