Darkest Woods: Chapter 5

Day 15

 

Henry

 

Where the hell were those fucking kids? It was 12:32. They were both getting punished. He took his belt off and left it in the middle of the table. He wanted them to see it the minute they sat down to the now cold grilled cheese sandwiches. He heard the back door open and he straightened up glaring at the entrance to the kitchen from the breezeway. Ethan came in first, avoiding his eyes as usual, then Brooke came, and Henry saw her face, “What happened to you?” He got up and she flinched from his touch. She would pay for that, but first he had to find out what happened.

 

Ethan opened his mouth to speak but Brooke interrupted him, “It was my fault, daddy. I wasn’t watching where I was going and tripped when it was time to come home. Ethan helped me walk back; I was so dizzy I had to walk slowly.”

 

Henry eyed Ethan, and then turned back to her, “Go wash up then come and eat.”

 

She left with a slight glance to Ethan. Henry turned to the boy and asked, “Is that true, son?”

 

“Yes, Dad, she fell hard, hit some old log.”

 

“Well, then I guess I should be happy, but you’re still late. Sit down and eat and next time you will get the belt, do you understand?”

 

“Yes, sir.” Ethan sat at the table and reached out for a sandwich and suddenly saw the blood on his hand. Before he could hide it, Henry said, “You have blood on your hands from Brooke. Go wash up.”

 

 

Ethan and Brooke

 

He almost fainted when he saw the blood on his hand. When Henry thought it was from Brooke’s cut he was happy but it raised all kinds of other worries. He went to the bathroom and waited in the hall until Brooke came out. When she came out she had the same look of terror on her face and her whispered voice same ninety miles and hour, “Oh my God, Ethan, I’m all bloody! I didn’t even think about it!”

 

Ethan showed her his hand and she turned even paler, “He saw it.” She looked like she would cry, so he quickly added, “He thinks it’s from your cheek.”

 

“Oh! But you have to be bloody, you know, down there, so make sure you hide your underwear!”

 

He nodded and touched her face, “Don’t worry, Brooke. It’s going to be okay. I’m already thinking about how to get us out of here.”

 

She nodded and he went passed her into the bathroom. Once there he pulled down his pants. On his boxers there were blood stains like the ones on his hand, and his cock and upper thighs were lightly red as well. He washed up as quickly as he could, changed his underwear and made a mental note to hide his stained boxers in the woods before there was any chance of Henry finding them.

 

Brooke got back into the kitchen and sat at the tale. Henry looked at the door to make sure Ethan was coming right after her, and then said, “I’m coming to your room tonight.”

 

Brooke wanted to cry, but more than that she was worried. He would expect to be the one to make her bleed. When he didn’t he may know it was Ethan. She didn’t want anything to happen to Ethan, she loved him. Henry kept watching her to see what her reaction may be.

 

Ethan came back n and sat down, taking a cold sandwich from the plate. Henry finished his lunch, but didn’t get up from the table, “Afternoon chores, clean up the kitchen, Brooke, school work both of you.” He looked at Brooke, “Are you still having trouble with that history paper?”

 

“No, Ethan said he would help me.”

 

“Good, good. Alright finish up and get to work then. I’ll be out in the barn.”

 

Once the kitchen was clean, Broke took Ethan’s hand and led him to her room. She left the door opened so they could hear if Henry came back in the house, then turned to him, kissing him hard and deep. He pulled away when he felt tears on her cheek, “What’s wrong?”

 

“He said he’s coming to me tonight. He’s going to expect to take my virginity!”

 

Ethan smoothed her hair from her face and kissed her forehead, “Don’t worry baby, I won’t let him. I have a plan to get out of here, but we can’t go until tomorrow. I need time to get some stuff together. Just avoid him as much as possible. Act like your sick. I’ll tell him you’ve been throwing up.”

 

Brooke grabbed him and pulled her to him, “I can’t do that. I have to let him.”

 

Ethan pushed her away, “What are you talking about, Brooke?”

 

She turned from him, “I can’t because then he’ll come after you.”

 

He put his arms around her waist and put his face in her thick hair, smelling the forest there from when she lay beneath him, “I can take it. What I can’t take is his hands on you.”

 

Brooke turned around in his arms and grabbed his face in her hands, kissing him deep and hard, his hands slid under her sweater and dug his fingertips into her skin then moved her over to the bed. They fell on the bed, hands groping at each other, Ethan kissing Brooke’s neck, his hand squeezing her ass as her leg swung over his and she pulled his hips to hers. Ethan was hard and wanted her right that second but they were playing a dangerous game. If Henry caught them, there is no telling what he would do, “Baby, we have to stop. If Henry came in…”

 

Brooke lay back on the bed, her chest rising and falling with her hot breath. Ethan kissed her once more and pulled her sweater down, “Let’s get going on the paper.”

 

Ethan helped her with the paper and went out to the kitchen to make them some iced tea. He looked to make sure she wasn’t coming in and pulled out of his pocket the two benadryl he had gotten earlier from the medicine cabinet and put them in her tea. He had tried this on Henry but it hadn’t worked. He got meaner because he was groggy, and it had taken a lot longer to suck him off that night, but he was certain if she was at least tired his plan to keep him from her may come to pass.

 

He stirred them until they were dissolved and went back into the living room, setting hers next to her at the desk. He hoped the added sugar would cover the taste ,and when she took a sip, and set the glass down without seeming t notice he let his breath out, “I think this is about done. You did a really great job.”

 

She reached over and touched his hand, “With your help. Thanks Ethan.”

 

He smiled at her, “Why don’t you start dinner. I’m going to go out and tell Henry that we’re cooking tonight. If he’s in a good mood he won’t be so…”

 

“Rough with me.” She said lowering her eyes to the desktop.

 

“Yeah.”

 

 

Ethan went out to the barn, hoping that his plan would work. He was falling in deep love with Brooke, his friend, his comrade in this hell and the most beautiful girl he had ever known. He wouldn’t, couldn’t let another man have her. He didn’t want to kill Henry, just didn’t want to have to spend the rest of his life in prison and away from Brooke, but to save her from Henry he would if he had to. He just hoped his plan would work and he wouldn’t have to.

 

He walked into the barn and Henry was lifting the partial desk he had been working. Ethan stopped in his tracks. The desk had to be heavy, made of thick pieces of oak. It screamed at him once again how powerful Henry really was and how, if he chose to Henry could kill him with his bare hands. He remembered Brooke and her face filled with fear as she thought about Henry going to her that night, and Ethan’s resolve came back. He walked over to Henry as Henry put the project down, “What’s going on?”

 

“Um, Dad, uh Brooke is sick. I think that fall may have hurt her more than she said.”

 

Henry looked at him, suspicious at first, then concerned, “What’s going on?”

 

“Well while we were doing the paper, she ran to the bathroom having to throw up, then when she came back she was real pale and sleepy looking. Do you think she has a concussion?”

 

Henry looked past him toward the house, “I’ll go check, thanks son.”

 

Henry went past him and Ethan followed slowly. He prayed that Brooke was already feeling the effects of the drug. When he reached the living room Henry towered over her as she sat with her head on the desk, asleep. Henry shook her and Brooke came slightly awake, “Brooke, honey, are you alright?”

 

She looked at him, then at Ethan, “I’m so tired, Daddy. Can I go to sleep now?”

 

“Yes, honey. Let me take you.”

 

Ethan became alarmed, what if he still tried to fuck her while she was sleeping? “Dad, I’ll take her, and then I’ll make dinner for you and me. We can spend some time together just us, you know, while Brooke is sick?”

 

Henry rose and looked at Ethan, a smile haunting his lips, “You…want to be alone?”

 

Ethan looked him in the eye, pushing every ounce of hatred he felt for the man down as far as he could, “Yes, Dad.”

 

Henry nodded and smiled, then took Brooke in his arms. She was asleep again and Ethan tried to follow Henry, but Henry turned his head, “Get dinner started. Something easy and quick.”

 

Ethan nodded then watched him walk away with Brooke. He worried but with Brooke asleep hopefully he wouldn’t find doing things to her fun. Henry was the type that liked to see the pain and humiliation on their face. Sure enough, Henry was right back in the kitchen while Ethan was getting out a frozen pizza. Henry walked over to him and pushed his body against Ethan, pinning him to the refrigerator, “Want to spend time alone with me? I think you and your sister have been talking haven’t you?”

 

Ethan’s eyes grew large, his face shoved into the door of the freezer, “We talk about stuff like school and stuff.”

 

“I know she saw me fucking you. You trying to keep me all to yourself, aren’t you Ethan?”

 

“Maybe…maybe I’m jealous. Why do you need to mess with her while I’m still right here?” Ethan tried to make his voice sound seductive but he feared that it was too shaky.

 

Henry noticed, but didn’t care, “If you need to be fucked more I can accommodate you, but it doesn’t mean that I will neglect my little girl. Sooner or later I’m going to pop her sweet cherry, and you will just have to learn to share.”

 

Henry reached around and slid his hand between the fridge and Ethan, undid Ethan’s jeans and pulled them down. He grabbed him around the waist and swung him around to where Ethan faced the table, “Bend over the table for Daddy and beg me for it. Beg me to fuck you or I will go in there wake her up and pop her cherry right in front of you.”

 

Ethan bent over the table, grabbing the edge with both hands and with his face down he said in a low voice, “Please fuck me Daddy. Fuck me Daddy, please I want it.”

 

“I can’t hear you, boy.”

 

Ethan mustered all his courage and thought about how if he did this, Brooke would be safe at least for one more day and hopefully safe until he could get her out of there. He almost screamed, “Please fuck me Daddy!”

 

Ethan heard Henry taking his pants down. “Spread your ass for me.” Ethan reached his hands around and spread apart his ass cheeks wide. He knew Henry wasn’t going to use any lube or loosen him up with his fingers this time. This time Henry was going to make it hurt.

 

Henry groaned as he stroked his cock to get it rock hard, seeing his boy under him, submitting, holding himself open for him. He had done it, he had turned the boy into his toy and now he was becoming his willing toy.

 

Ethan felt Henry put the cock to his ass and start to push. The dryness made it hard to push in, but Henry did push and kept pushing. Ethan wanted to scream, to move away but he kept the thought of Brooke in his mind and when Henry penetrated him, the pain overwhelming his lower body was eased with the thought of her, and also the thought of the previous night, how it got better, how the pain did recede.

 

Henry shoved inside him all the way then started slamming his cock in and pulling it out then slamming it back in. Ethan was paying for Henry not being able to take Brooke’s virginity that night. Ethan felt his asshole stretched open wider and wider as Henry’s cock grew even more as he fucked the boy, animal grunts coming from behind him. Ethan felt his cock growing hard again, the stimulation mixed with the pain taking over his mind and body. He was moaning and didn’t even realize it at first.

 

“Yes, that’s it. You like getting your ass ravaged don’t you Ethan.”

 

Ethan didn’t even hesitate, the feeling of the orgasm was coming so quickly and he wanted to get there, he wanted to feel his cum shoot out without his cock ever being touched, “Yes, Daddy, fuck me harder, yes!”

 

Henry grabbed Ethan’s hips harder leaving crescent shaped cuts from his short fingernails. Ethan felt the orgasm hit him, his balls tight, his hands grabbing the edge of the table so hard his knuckles turned white. He knew Henry could feel it too, Henry groaned loud and encouraged it, “Cum baby cum for your Daddy, oh yeah.”

 

Ethan’s shot his load under the table, but it wasn’t over, Henry was going to make it last a little longer before he pumped his own load inside of Ethan. Ethan was sensitive now but the feeling of Henry’s cock inside of him immediately got him aroused again. He hated his body for responding to something his mind and heart hated so much. His thoughts fought together as his cock grew hard again, but with one last hard and deep thrust he felt the hot cum filling him as Henry moaned low.

 

When Henry pulled out, Ethan stayed bent over; unsure his legs would hold him. He felt Henry trace the rim of his anus with one finger then slip it in, scooping up some of the mixture of blood and cum then reach around and rub it onto Ethan’s lips and into his mouth. Ethan wanted to spit it out, but he sucked Henry’s finger and said, “Thank you Dad.”

 

Henry wasn’t done for the night. Ethan had to suck his cock an hour later swallowing more cum and thanking him for it. Ethan snuck over while Henry showered and looked in on Brooke. She lay there asleep like a princess, so beautiful and so soft. His heart grew looking at her, and more than anything he wanted to crawl into bed with her, but he had other plans for the evening. He was going to get into Henry’s room. He was going to get the keys to the Cherokee. He was going to wait until the morning and drive Brooke out of there.