Chapter 6
Prove or Die
By the time I took a quick bathroom break, I had made sure everyone was accounted for. I had to stop inside my room just to see if she really did burn everything. I opened the closet only finding hangers and seeing a garbage can full of ashes and the remainder of my clothes and my Sunday shoes charred un-wearable. Not understand why it was necessary to do that in the first place, because I was comfortable being naked, and if she and the Vincent had wanted me naked 24/7 all they had to do was ask.
Gloria smiled at me and said. "I told you I did it, now didn't I, and I was naked when I told you. So, you know I wasn't lying and meant everything I said. Now get in here before I catch a cold."
I nodded and followed her inside. I was a little surprised to find there was no bubble bath, but I could smell the skin oils that perfumed the air and it said she had flavored it with a hint of pineapple and oranges and maybe a hint of strawberries. When she came closer. I could smell her as she brushed by me, and she was at least covered in peppermint.
The moment the door closed she threw my glasses off as I watched them shatter against the wall. And forced me against the wall, and kissed me. I did as exactly as Mom told me to do. The moment she released me I roared with hunger as only a tiger would have. She smiled at me as I took one of her breasts and bit hard, leaving teeth marks, and lifted her off the floor and causing her to giggle like a schoolgirl. Watched her place the sharp Bowing Knife with the smooth sharp edge on one side and jagged teeth on the other side. Known as a saw-back knife that I have seen my Pa use when butchering meat. Watching her put it in her teeth as I carried her into the large tub regardless of if I was still fully dressed.
I had figured if she was going to ruin all my clothes she might as well work for it. Knowing how much harder it would be if they were wet, and I needed to prove to myself that I was anything but easy. Knowing possibly that my way of life depended on it. I didn't think she would actually kill me. It was more to scare me.
So, I had thought at the time, knowing if I was really in danger, Mom and Dad would never allow this woman even near me, or them in the first place. And knowing that my two sisters Kerry and Jody, as well as Shane and many others, have passed this test, "Death," was just a threat. If I was in real danger, Jeff would be here and tell me, or had warned me that something bad was going to happen. So far, he hasn't made himself known. Several times I had thought my life had been in danger and he hadn't shown himself or warned me.
I leaned her back so I could release her, and I quickly fell on top of her and took the knife out of her hand and dropped it to the side of us and kissed her even harder. Biting her lip so I could taste her blood. Proving I was a wild tiger wanting to dig my teeth into her. The moment she released me she slapped me, causing me to growl, and then lifted my head back and I roared. Cupped her breasts as hard as I could as I quickly tailed my tongue and teeth down her.
Biting any patch of skin, I could work loose and smiled as she gasped and screamed in pure pleasure. I smiled as she ripped open my shirt and she slid her knife up, cutting the fabric. I ignored the pain as she nicked me unsure if she did it on purpose, and growled, bringing the knife closer to me. Showing her I was unafraid of the pain. Considering I had been through a lot worse over my lifetime. Plus, I knew she wouldn't really hurt me, well I hoped she wouldn't.
I rolled her so she could be on top of me, so she could finish what she had started. As she kept cutting away my shirt as I buried my face into her breasts. I barely felt the trickle of blood where she had nicked my arms. Either on purpose or by accident, as I felt her cut off my watch. Asking me if it was the real one or the fake one. I growled. "Does it matter?"
She leaned back her head and laughed and quickly cut it off, laying it to the side. As I noticed, she paused to see if it would give her the indication that she triggered the alarm. When it didn't, she pretended she wasn't nervous, but her eyes and ears said differently, which distracted her long enough for me to pull her closer to me so I could kiss her. I picked up the watch and tossed it, proving to her I was unafraid if it was the real one. Knowing it wasn't. Yet as time went on, I regretted that decision. Then again, where was Jeff if I was truly in danger?
She wasn't the prettiest woman or girl I had been with, but I never judge anyone by their looks, the way Ma and Pa have taught me. She was a girl and a woman and that was good enough for me, and I was not the shy little boy anymore, more so around a naked woman or girls, thanks to my adoptive parents and everything they had and were teaching me about being a nudist, and all the ways I could pleasure them. One thing I had learned was anyone can be naked. It is how you live through it knowing that you are naked: not only in the body but in the heart, mind, and soul.
Once I had her distracted, I doubled my efforts by biting harder once I had made it down to her nipples. Perked, prime, and ready for me. Knowing she really liked it when Dad did it earlier, and from my experiences with Mr. Vincent and his wife and how they get off on the rough stuff. I felt her try to lift me up and obliged her by doing so, but only enough to make her work for it as she quickly undid my pants just enough so she could work her knife to cut away the material. Once she had split the seams, the fabric came apart just like the peeling of a banana. As I stood her up, I carefully lifted her off the ground, simultaneously holding a knife between my teeth. I carried her across the tub to the other side, gently laying her down, all the while ensuring that the knife remained within reach. Should she require it?
Once I had her where I wanted her, I roared again and fell on her, taking her mouth again, and deepening the kiss. Until both our heads were swimming and screaming for oxygen before I released her and quickly. I slapped her face and kissed her again before she could inhale enough oxygen. Feeling her fingernails clawing my arms and back. When I released her, I roared again and took her breast like I did last time, going even harder. Now that I had room to work, and found her nipples still hard waiting for me. She arched her back and screamed. "Oh, yes!" Causing me to wiggle her breasts I had in my teeth like a piece of raw meat.
She screamed again, and I released her and roared with delight. Taking the other one and doing the same, getting her to scream as she arched her back even higher. I moved down to her stomach and toyed with her belly button with my tongue as I pinched the surrounding skin with my teeth, causing her to gasp as she inhaled.
I quickly placed my left hand on her right hip, lifting her so I had her sweet spot directly into my face at a slightly elevated angle, and then moved my right hand to the inside of her thigh. And pushed just enough so I could cup her with my mouth as I used my tongue to open her sweet spot. Just enough so my tongue could work itself inside of her and used my hips to turn her, spreading her other leg even more.
She jerked as I found that perfect delicate spot and I massaged it with my tongue as if it was eating it like an apple, as my mouth and tongue worked up and down. Because she had the spacing like both my mothers had compared to the young girls my age I have been with. Her body shivered as she screamed, then panted, as I pleasured her with pain and true ecstasy. That I have learned from Dad when he showed me the little tricks I could do with a woman like Gloria and my mother. Yet I haven't done so as of yet with my mother only with my adoptive Mom and Mrs. Vincent, knowing I could without harming either of them.
Once she could take no more for a minute, I released her, letting her legs relax, and gave her a gentle slap on her hip as I quickly lowered her into the water. Then surprised her as I picked her up and spun us around as I leaned back, letting her body fall on top of me, and placed my arms around her as I kissed her, waiting for her to make the next move.
Considering I couldn't do any more until she had peeled my pants down like a banana. While my really hard penis poked through the slit of my boxers, the only material she hadn't cut with the knife, proving I had to earn that before she would begin to remove them.
I released her as I growled angrily as the door opened. Then roared as loud as I could as I pulled Gloria to me and I raised us both out of the tub, letting my feet and legs dangle over the sides. With her sitting on top of me, placing the knife in my mouth as Mom gasped seeing the blood dripping slowly down my chest and my arms where Gloria had nicked me cutting my shirt away.
She moved just enough so my penis could slide up in between her sweet spot yet not allowing it to make its way inside her. I watched her take her hand and started to stroke it as she scoots back just enough, pulling the slit of my boxers open so she could have more of the shaft. Proving to her I was indeed aroused by a woman and unafraid or embarrassed about it.
Mom asked if I was alright, and I growled. "Mom, do I look alright? I am the happiest boy here with a pair of breasts so plump and ripe and sweeter than candy and a beautiful woman with her hands on my penis. Now either come in or leave me to my meal. I am hungry for my dinner." Proving once more that Mom and Dad were here, which stated once again her threat to kill me was just a threat. Plus, Jeff still hadn't made an appearance telling me otherwise, so that said I was in no real danger and so far, I have shown Gloria I was really into girls and women like her and not boys like Shawn and Arthur and their friends.
Yet there was a flicker in the lights and the room seemed to change in temperature for about half a second. Then I thought I recognized Jeff's voice, but it seemed too far away to be sure. Yet I could barely make out what he or what it was telling me. Which said. "Danger! Beware! I'm coming! Fight Tiger! Fight!" The lights flickered once again, but the temperature still seemed to be dropping as the words echoed until they were almost clear, then they were gone. I should have realized then I was in trouble, but I didn't.
Gloria gave Mom one look and quickly slapped my face, telling me. "I am the only woman you should be focusing on. Now prove to me how hungry you are." I answer her with a loud roar. As I leaned up and grabbed her and pulled her back down. So, she was flat against me, taking her mouth and holding my hand behind her head, so she had no choice but to kiss me until I was ready to release her. I smiled inside as I watched Mom picking out my ruined shirt and tossing it to the side as she got in. She tisked at me, telling Gloria it would have been easier to remove my clothes before we climbed in.
Gloria turned her head as my lips grazed her right cheek and said. "And what would be the fun of that, Mrs. Rothwell? I had already seen him naked, and I wanted him to earn it as I peeled him slowly like an onion. Now shut up, you are ruining our meal."
I slapped her across her bottom and growled, letting her raise her head, so she looked at me in the eyes. "I am the one you should be paying attention to my darling. Either take me or I will get up and go over there and take her instead because you have decided you didn't want me anymore. As you know, I am quite capable of doing so."
Mom laughs. "He does have a point. If you remember how he can easily outmaneuver the strongest bully if he wanted to."
Gloria reached up and patted my cheek and said. "I am quite aware he could overpower me if he wanted to Karen, dear. But I think I can manage it just fine if you would kindly be silent or you could wait somewhere else. As you can see, we are doing just fine."
Mom held her tongue, but I saw the hurt in her eyes that said he's my son, and I can be here if I want to, as her eyes shot daggers at her back. Just for a moment, I watched her look towards the door and the windows inside the room. Thinking it seemed darker as the lights again seemed to flicker. Yet this time we thought we heard angry voices and scraping noises on or near the windows … then just like that it was gone. We both shrugged our shoulders not knowing if both heard it or not. But the room did seem to be getting darker. That could have been the result of clouds covering the sun or the time of day. Considering how truly isolated we were here at the Vincent's.
Gloria gave an angry growl, bringing us both back to the moment, so we didn't worry about what was taking place outside, as she did her best to distract us. She used that anger to rip my pants even more, as she pulled on the pieces she had ripped like a banana or flowering roses as they hung to the sides in long strips at my sides. I raised her just enough so she could get the ones underneath me, going as far as she could without using the knife, almost to my knees; causing them to bind up with nowhere to go with my shoes still on. Then slid down off me so she could take my shoes off, and was about to toss them over her shoulder, then changed her mind. Placed one of the shoes on my chest and took the other and cut the laces off with the knife and poked holes in them as she cut it as she sawed them in half. Then dropped it into the water and did the same to the other. Mom gasped. "I just bought those."
Gloria turned and said. "So what? I told your son I was going to destroy every stitch of clothing he brought with him, proving to him once I was done and passed my test. He will be mine and reborn through me, and your husband said I could if I chose to. It's not likely he'd freeze to death if he went barefoot to church tomorrow and with temperatures still in the low eighties, besides he and his friends have done so in the past.
"Hell Karren, if I wanted to, I make him go naked. Providing I could get away with it without him getting arrested for indecent exposure. Considering that we are not living in a nudist colony anymore my dear. Now stop your complaining. If you remember, you came to me first. Asking for my help, to make sure your boy here is pure as the driven snow. Like I have done with your son Shane and your two daughters and what I should have done with your son Shawn. Now either leave or remain silent." That is what we both should have done, but we stayed thinking it was just a test a proving ground of trust between friends. Nothing more.
I waited for Mom to say something. Anything that said she agreed with me regarding this terrible feeling or vibe that was something was very wrong, but instead, she remained silent, but I could see the anger in her eyes. I quickly calculated my next move, but with my legs being bound I couldn't do much as I lay on my back with legs and feet dangling in the water. She stood slightly bent forward in between my legs. Keeping my legs pinned to the wall by my pants just enough space for her to stand in between them with nowhere to go. So, I pulled her back down to me and I allowed her to slide up onto my chest as she half straddled me and laid on top of me.
I brought her lips up to my mouth as I wrapped my arms around her, so she had no choice but to either kiss me or slide out of my arms. Once I had her, I rolled us so I could be on top, figuring she only needed her feet to finish pushing my pants down to my ankles where I could work them off the rest of the way. It also allowed me to put my penis inside of her. Even though it was a small portion of it being still mostly trapped inside my boxers, it was tight but doable.
I didn't ask if I needed a condom, because I had noticed when she and Dad were having sex. Neither she nor he used one, and the fact there wasn't a box near the tub for me to use. She proved it as she smiled at me as I thrust as hard as I could with what I had to work with, being as it was that most of my manhood was still trapped inside. She gave me a silly grin, telling me. "You are going to have to do better than that."
I growled in her ear as I nibbled on her left earlobe, telling her. "Oh, I was just tickling you." She surprised me by placing her hands under us as if she were feeling me working the material to gain a couple more inches. By teasing me, giving me mixed signals as I raised myself and pulled her closer until I could almost stand. Yet still leaving my penis inside of her that was able to slip through. She used her feet and legs and pushed mine off the steps that I was using for leverage, so I could give her a more powerful thrust.
Yet she surprised me by kicking me off her as I fell backward, tripping over the step and with my legs and feet bound. I stumbled and started to fall backward, having Mom move quickly so she could catch me. Before I hit my head on the seat or went completely under the water. But because of Mom catching me, I laid against her in between her legs, with her arms under me, keeping my head and neck above water.
Gloria growled angrily at me and dove for me. Quickly lifted my legs and feet, flipping me over so quickly it surprised me as my head went under water and as quickly folded my legs into a kneeling position and stood while I coughed the water out of my lungs. It should have been obvious that she was trying to kill me or incapacitate me, but with my adoptive mom so close by she couldn't afford a witness, so she made it look like she was saving me instead. Jeff's voice became clearer as it said I was indeed in danger. But I was too much in shock at the time to comprehend them. It didn't help that he had been gone for so long that our connection had grown weak for non-use.
Gloria yelled. "Get out of my way! Karen. He doesn't need or want your help! He's not going to drown unless I want him to! You said it yourself he is more than capable of protecting himself, and we both know he can swim circles around most boys his age!"
Mom growls, grabbing her by the arm. "I know what he is capable of Gloria, doesn't mean you have the right to, to see if he will."
I stood up and stepped in front of them so I could stop them from killing each other and said. "Mom, she has every right to see if I can, and I had given her my permission to test me as she sees fit. You know I have suffered worse than a few nicks and bruises. I don't mind you being here, but please I am begging you don't interfere."
We both turned towards the door hearing noise that should not have been, and it sounded as if there were hostile people were in the house and beyond the door. Mom and my eyes widen in fear. Yet Mom quickly gave me a single that said to play along. I gave her a quick nod that I understood. Thinking of an excuse to get her out of the room that Gloria would believe.
Mom looked as if she was going to cry as I watched her lips quiver slightly. I pulled Mom into a kiss and wrapped my arms around her. When I released her. I said. "If you wouldn't mind, can you put the pot roast in the oven and ask Jody if she wouldn't mind letting the boys help her make the dough for the rolls for supper tonight?" Mom nodded, wondering if I wanted her to come back. I said nothing. I twisted my back to her and said, feeling relieved that she had gone, which meant was up to me to deal with the situation in the room. Which was the trader-us bitch named Gloria West, begging Jeff to hurry.
Said not to sound angry, nearly growling or let her know I was on to her said in the most playful voice I could muster. "Now where were we?" Hearing the door close, and just for a minute. I thought I heard sobbing and wasn't just her that I thought I was hearing. Yet knowing there was nothing I could do but make her proud of me by proving myself worthy or die trying. Well, at least to the one monster in the room.
Gloria told me to stand in the middle of the tub and don't move. I nodded and obeyed, watching her get out of the tub and quickly go to the small counter that held clean towels and all our lotions and oils, as well as our grooming supplies and toys. I watched her pull out a set of handcuffs and some rope-cord as well as a blindfold.
I knew she knew how I hated to be tied up and blindfolded because of the things my parents did to me in the church basement. From our previous conversation, she knew everything I had been through growing up.
I hated the fact and yet I was glad of that fact she and the Vincent's knew that. I hated it because it proved to them what people can do and get away with it, and I liked it because it proved to me that I was willing to fight to keep what's mine and that was my life, the only thing I had was the pain and the reminders that I hadn't given up every time my parents beat me or tried to kill me.
To think Mom and Dad and the Vincents had trusted her with this responsibility. Now knowing they that she has not only betrayed them she is now working for the other side. The question is why, and we need to expose her and tell us without knowing what she did.
I have suffered worse than being tied up, blindfolded, and beaten. It also said she knew that I had caught on to what her true intended purpose was. It had nothing to do with testing me, proving to her I wasn't like Shawn and Arthur. It was to delay me here as long as possible. Well, two can play at this game.
I waited for her to apologize to me while she placed the blindfold on me, but she didn't. instead, she slapped my face and punched me hard in the stomach, causing me to double over and my nose to bleed. She growled. "Don't ever do that again. I can take care of myself, young man. Your adoptive mother and I have been scraping ever since we were girls braiding each other's hair. I wasn't soft and cuddly with your brother Shane nor was I with your sisters and nor was I with Robert your Dad.
"I was soft on Shawn by not letting him prove himself and because of that, I feel responsible for every child he raped and sexually abused. I will not make that mistake again. Like I said, you either prove yourself or face the consequences, which are very real boys. More so for you than it was for Shane or your two sisters Kerry and Jody. This is not just a test where if you fail and go home and try again. This is real, not a threat. I will kill you. Make no mistake, boy, I will kill you. You will not leave this room until you are either dead or prove to yourself that you are not like Shawn and Arthur.
"You think your adoptive parents will save you? I promise you that will never happen. The people I represent are angry and will no longer tolerate what the Rothwells have done any longer. Knowing that nearly every boy they have taken in their home has sexually been raping each other and your brothers Jared and Jason and your baby brother Jonathan and many boys like them. Like Billy and the two Vincent boys and many others. Who is to say that you and Shane haven't all these years since they left the colony?
"So far you have done enough to keep yourself alive, by a slim margin mind you, slim. So far, all you and I have done is play slap and tickle. You haven't experienced actual pain, not with me you haven't. Knowing you know what pain is, and because of that, I have set the bar high for you for that reason. Compared to Shane and his two sisters where my hands were tied not allowed to perform the tests that are designed to see how to handle stress. How you obey, knowing that I will kill you if you don't. Not walkway like your brother Shane did with a simpler and easier test.
"This time my hands are not tied, this time I am given everything I need to prove once and for all that you can be trusted to obey me no matter what I ask you to do, knowing the moment you disobey me you will die, while your adoptive parents watch unable to do anything about it.
"So, let's begin the tests, the real test, now that I have total control over whether you die by my hands or walk out of here alive, proving to me and the people I represent. That you can be trusted and that you are willing to obey regardless of what we ask you to do when we tell you to do it. Knowing if you don't, I will kill you and that's not a threat that's a promise. So let's see how you handle being unable to do anything, see anything. Now take five steps back or until you find you can't go any further and sit down and be still and be quiet."