Page 118 of Depravity

I shake my head quickly. No. I can’t allow that. Conrad wouldn’t like that. He doesn’t like anyone seeing me naked.

My father crouches down so that he’s eye to eye with me. “Don’t be shy now, Brynn. You’re just as beautiful as your mother was. Don’t you want to show us?”

I look between them as my heart thumps just a little louder.

He places his hands on the straps of my dress and then he slides them now, exposing my entire upper body. My nipples instantly harden, something screams in my head for a second before it goes silent.

“Such a pretty girl,” My father says, reaching to cup my breasts. “You’re curvier than your mother was,”

Is this normal? Is this what parents do?

My father jerks his head for Xavier to come over and he walks purposefully to stand beside him, his eyes now fixed on my exposed flesh.

“Feel her,” My father instructs.

Xavier shoots him a look before he reaches down and gives both my breasts a hard grope.

I don’t like it. I don’t like any of this. I let out a whimper and my father tsks.

“I thought you said your husband fixed you?” He murmurs.

Fix. I was fixed. I mean, I thought I was fixed.

He gives my right breast a little slap, hard enough to sting, hard enough to leave a little red mark. “Prove that you’re fixed, Brynn. We wouldn’t want to have to do that again, to use those ice picks…”

I don’t want that. I don’t think I could take that pain again, but I also don’t know what to do. What this is.

Xavier pushes himself between my legs, crumpling the skirt right up and then he’s shoving me back, shoving me so that I’m lying flat on the duvet.

An alarm seems to go off again, it repeats in my head. I try to sit up, and Xavier is holding me down.

“I thought you gave her enough to make her relax?” He says, but not to me.

My father shrugs back. “It should have been enough, maybe it just needs a few more minutes.”

Xavier shakes his head. “We do this now, or I’m out.”

“Don’t act like you don’t want to fuck her,” My father sneers, grabbing my arms back. “Her mind might be useless, but her body is still good. I guarantee once you’ve had a taste, you’ll be happy enough to keep returning…”

Xavier grunts, pushing my underwear aside and he jams two fingers into me.

“No,” I gasp. He can’t do that, he’s not allowed. I’m married to Conrad. I belong to Conrad.

“Brynn,” My father says again, sounding so disappointed. “Don’t you want to be a good girl? Don’t you want to make your father proud?”

I do. I want that. But this isn’t allowed, is it?

My tears start streaming down my face as Xavier starts thrusting in and out of me.

“She’s a tight bitch,” He comments. “I bet Conrad loved that.”

“Conrad,” I gasp. I want Conrad. I want him here. I want him doing this. Not this man, not this stranger.

“Brynn,” My father growls before slapping me across the face. “If you won’t behave, then we won’t have any choice.”

Choice.

Choice. Choice. Choice.

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