Darkest Woods: Chapter 8

Officer Dan Partridge hadn’t heard from his ex-partner in a while. He knew that Henry was having the time of his life with those two kids but he could at least return a call. At least that was what Dan told himself as he made his way through the winding hills towards the place Henry had bought. What he was secretly hoping was finally a chance to get some of that hot little girl of his. From the first time he had met her he had wanted a piece of her, and now maybe he would have a chance. Henry didn’t like to share, but Dan had driven all this way…

He arrived at the house and immediately felt that something was not right. When he got out of the car he began looking around. It looked abandoned, but why the hell would Henry abandon his perfect little love nest? He had been looking for the perfect place for years.

In the house and still no sign of him, but Dan found the safe. He saw it was empty. Maybe something happened, someone had found out. It still made no sense, if Henry was on the run he would have let Dan know. Dan had been as much a part of having fun with all those homeless and delinquent kids as Henry had, and Henry would have at least given Dan a heads up that they could be in trouble.

He made his way out to the barn and there he saw it. Someone had tried to cover it up with sawdust, but the wind under the barn door had blown it back. There was a blood stain on the floor. He didn’t know what to do. Was it Henry’s blood? Had Henry killed one of those kids? Maybe he killed them both. Henry was always a little off upstairs, and Dan though that maybe he had gone all the way insane.

If so, though, where was he now? He went back into the house and looked around in the kid’s rooms. There were clothes missing from the dressers and closets where Henry’s were still full. Dan knew then that the kids, either one or both, had killed Henry. He wouldn’t call the police. He was a detective now, after all. He would find them himself ,and when he did, the girl would be all his. The boy, well he could always bring the boy back here and kill him, then he and Henry could be together forever. Never did understand why Henry had liked boys too, but it was no concern. All he could think about now was that luscious little girl with her mouth wrapped tight around his cock.

 

Brooke and Ethan

 

She paced again, the television in the corner making just enough noise that she didn’t have to hear the pounding of her own heart. She was terrified. She woke up and Ethan was gone. Not a note or anything. Maybe he had been caught. Maybe right then there was cops coming for her. Or maybe worse, maybe something had happened to him. She had no one in the world, and now he was gone.

When the door opened and Ethan walked in with half full bottle of whiskey in his hand she wanted to kill him. She ran over to him and started yelling in his face, “Where the fuck have you been? You could have at least left a fucking note! I thought something horrible had happened to you!”

Ethan opened the bottle and took a long drink. He replaced the lid and walked past her falling back on the bed. She could feel her fury grow. She went to the bed and bent over him, “Ethan what the hell? Why won’t you speak to me?”

“I will when you stop screaming.” He took another drink and because he hadn’t sat up enough some spilled down his chin and neck. He wished she would just shut up. After the day he had he didn’t need this. He was going to be making money sucking cock, and right then all he wanted was her to shut the fuck up.

“I have every fucking right to scream! Where have you been?”

Ethan took what was left of the money after the he had bought the bottle and threw it at her. She bent down and picked it up, “Where did you get this?”

“I earned it.”

“You…where?”

“Odd job.” He said it then he laughed. Very fucking odd job.

“Ethan, what’s so funny.”

He sat up on the bed at looked at her. He could tell that she was still furious. He didn’t care. He was doing this for her. He was taking it in his ass again for her just as he had done with Henry. He needed her to feel it. Feel some of the pain and degradation that he was feeling. He rose off the bed and cornered her in front of the dresser, “Nothing at all is funny about any of this, baby. Not one fucking thing. I have fucking killed for you and that is the least of which I’ve done for you. I get home and instead of a kiss I get screamed at...” He knelt slightly, grabbed her around her legs and lifted her, pushing back so she was sitting on the dresser. He grabbed the back of her head and brought her face to his, and stuck his tongue down her throat. She tried to push him back but he wouldn’t budge until he was done with the kiss. “You saw what Henry did to me?”

Brooke felt terrible suddenly. Of course she had no right to be angry, “Yes, and I’m so sor-“

“Shut the fuck up, Brooke. You saw him fucking me. I saved you from it by begging him to do it more. Now I want you to know how that felt.”

“Ethan you’re not making any sense, what are you talking about, we have had sex, and I love making love with you.”

Ethan smiled and it chilled her. His smile was sinister, like Henry’s had been, “I’m not gonna make love to you. I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna fuck you like Henry fucked me. I want you to really feel how much I love you by feeling what I’ve done for you.”

“Ethan? Baby, no…please don’t hurt me.”

Ethan smiled as he put his hand up her skirt and under her panties and began to roughly finger her with one hand while he grabbed her face with the other, “Shh Brooke, Baby, the funny part is that you’re going to like it. You’re going to like it after it stops hurting.”

She didn’t know what to do. Ethan’s two fingers jammed in and out of her pussy, and as much as she was scared it felt good. Before she had realized he was gone she had wanted to wake up and have sex, and that was probably the major reason she had been angry, but if he was serious and he was going to do it to her like Henry had done it to him…

She thought about it, thought about the sacrifices he had made for her and if this is what he wanted from her for all that he had done, then maybe she needed to, just needed to feel what he had gone through for her, “Do it to me then. Fuck me like that. Hurt me like that.”

The words coming out of her mouth somehow turned her on, and she wasn’t the only one. Ethan’s erection grew so fast he felt like it would spring right from his jeans. He took his fingers out of her and brought her down to stand in front of him, “It’s going to hurt, baby. I want it to hurt, too.”

“Hurt me Ethan.”

He turned her around and pushed her down so that she was bent over the dresser then pulled her panties down past her thighs. She looked so vulnerable bent over in front of him. So easy to take. He pulled her ass cheeks apart and saw it, just there waiting for him. Waiting for him like his has been waiting for Jim, or rather Michael earlier that day. He wondered how long it would take for the pain to recede and the pleasure to begin for her.

He stuck his finger just into the entrance of her anus, just enough that she immediately tensed up. It was a strange feeling for her, like she had to have a bowel movement, but it wasn’t painful. He sunk it deeper and she relaxed a little. He fingered her ass for a few more strokes then took his finger out and took his pants down. His cock was rock hard and throbbing. He grabbed it and lead it towards her ass. He started to push it in and just as he had when Henry had first did it to him she tried to stand up and move away from him, inhaling air getting ready to scream. He let go of his cock and put his hand over her mouth, “Don’t move, and keep quiet. Don’t scream and get us kicked out of here.”

He pushed her back down and grabbed his cock again this time shoving it in as hard as he could. Brooke bit her lip hard so she wouldn’t scream out but her whimpers were not much quieter. Pain engulfed her more pain than she thought possible with one thrust. Even more than when he had taken her virginity. She had tensed up which made her even tighter, and Ethan felt her muscle around his cock squeezing and had to force himself not to cum right away. He pushed it away and began to fuck her, long deep hard strokes. It felt so good to be inside of her like this. She was completely in submission to him, her hands gripped tight to the dresser. He grabbed her hips and fucked her faster. She began to relax under him slightly and he knew that she had reached the point when the pain was about to give way to pleasure.

She could not believe it, but him being inside of her like this was so erotic and even the pain she still felt was making the pleasure she was experiencing even better. She rocked her hips back towards his thrusts and her moans and grunts came from her with each movement. He brought her up to standing and put his fingers in her mouth while he spoke in her ear, his thrusts becoming shorter but harder, “You like it don’t you? You like getting your ass fucked?”

He took his fingers out of her mouth so she could answer, “Yes, Baby, I love it, I love you fucking my ass.”

“Good because I’m going to do it a lot. Finger your pussy so you can cum while I shoot inside of you.”

She did, burying two fingers up inside of her dripping wet pussy while he fucked her ass even faster. She was on the edge just as he was and she felt the orgasm coming and her breathing was so fast she never thought it would slow again. She came so hard she thought she would pass out falling back down to the dresser while he finished pumping her a few more times then she felt the hot load he shot filling her up while his fingers dug hard into the flesh of her hips.

Her legs gave out when he was finished and she slumped to the floor trying to catch her breath and calm her racing pulse. He sat down beside of her and took her into his arms, hugging her tight to him.

“I love you Brooke.”

“I love you, too, Ethan. I’m glad you did that.”

“I’m not. I should never hurt you.”

He had tears coming out of his eyes and Brooke brushed them away. She kissed him then laid her head on his shoulder, “I don’t care if it hurt. I love you so much that even when you hurt me I love it.”

Holding her tight he kissed the top of her head, “That’s really fucked up, Brooke.  Love shouldn’t hurt.”

Brooke nodded, “In a perfect world maybe not, but we are not in any kind of perfect world. All we’ve known it pain as far as love goes.”

“Yeah I guess so, but it doesn’t mean we have to do it to each other.” Ethan jumped when he heard his phone go off.

Brooke looked at him while he reached down and pulled it from his pocket. “Where’d you get that?”

“Hold on.” He said to Brooke and got up trying to pull his pants up while he answered, “Hello?”

On the other end it was Michael, “Hey bud, it’s me checking to see how the phone’s working and to tell you I’ve talked to one of the people I was telling you about.”

“Oh, okay.”

Ethan’s voice must have seemed less than enthusiastic so Michael asked, “Hey if you changed your mind, just let me know now before I speak to anyone else.”

“No, it’s not that.”

“Oh you’re with the girlfriend. Ok, just pretend I’m your boss. You tell her your story about the handyman gig?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, good then. His name is Fred, not his name of course, but you can call him Fred. He is anxious to meet you. I told him what a great little friend you can be to guys like us, and he is very excited. He would like to meet you tomorrow.”

“Okay, where?”

“I take it you’d rather not get picked up at your motel, so how about you meet him in front of the wax museum?”

“That’s good. What time?”

“1:00 tomorrow afternoon. I told him you’re extra special, so he’s willing to pay top dollar. The rates I told you yesterday, go up twenty bucks on each, he will pay it.”

“Great. Thanks, Jim.”

“No problem, sweet heart. Put me down on your calendar for Friday, I have some time in the afternoon.”

“Okay.”

He hung up the phone and turned to Brooke, “The guy I’m doing the jobs for, he got this for me so he could get ahold of me whenever he needs me to work. I have a job tomorrow.”

“That’s great! We should celebrate, where’s that bottle you had?” She got up and went to the bed getting the bottle then getting two plastic cups she poured them both some and pulled Ethan over with her to the bed. She took a sip and almost spit it out, but swallowed it with a shiver. He watched her and laughed.

“It’s not until afternoon, so we’ll have the morning together. What do you want to do?”

Her cheeks turned red, “I wanna stay in bed with you and do what I wanted to do this morning when I got up.”

He smiled, “Okay. I’m up for that.”