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You are a patient saint for this dumbass. Here's this fuckery

TW: severe non-con, kidnapping, mentions of torture

A Month and the After [part 1]

This fucking life. Laura thought that after werewolves and the shaky start to their relationship that things for her and Travis would be good. Sure they had bumps but they were the bumps that people dealt with in everyday life with a few from past experiences thrown in. Things that they could get through. This didn’t feel like one of those bumps.

During the planning and packing for a road trip, they seemed to miss the notice of some deranged freaks that went about kidnapping, assaulting, and killing people.

Their car breaks down, but thankfully at a gas station, but not so thankfully in the middle of the night. After the whole thing at Hackett's Quarry and how she inadvertently got Max infected and the both of them imprisoned she thought she would have learned to be a more cautious bleeding heart. But across the street in the dark of a ditch, the weeping and please of a stranger breaks past her protective walls.

She runs over to offer assistance and is immediately ambushed and knocked unconscious, the calls were playing from a recording. When Travis comes out he sees her just as she’s being hoisted onto one of the two people's shoulders. A big fucker, pushing the deceased Bobby Hackett into second standing in the scope of size. He lets her slip into his partner's arms and rushes his full tank of a body towards Travis, subduing Travis just as easily.

When they awake it was in a basement. A bright light reveals grungy walls and a nearly barren space. They are chained to the wall and floor. There is clattering to the right of them where the big man is rifling through some things. A door opens and from down the stairs come a pert, lithe figured woman. She's clearly a few inches short than Laura, with dark brown hair, bewitching green eyes, and a threateningly playful smile.

"Jake!" She squeaks, "Why didn't you tell me they were awake?"

Jake looks from what he was doing over to the three. At the woman, to Laura and Travis then back to the woman and shrugs, simply going back to his business.

"Ugh." The woman huffs. "That brother of mine. Well, it's nice to meet you, Laura, and Travis."

"Our licenses." Laura states not bothering with the "how do you know" game.

"And the news!" She says in a sing-song voice. "That whole tragedy at Hackett's Quarry. A corrupt sheriff, ex-sheriff. And a serial killer survivor." Travis and Laura glare daggers at her. "Ugh, it's just one of those amazing stories of a century AND you two are a couple now?"

Neither Travis nor Laura say anything but the question of how she knows must have still been clear on their faces.

"Or don't act so shocked, we went through your things obviously." She kneels down. "That frisky lingerie, the toys, the rope."

She gets closer to Travis.

"No condoms though. Does our little cop shoot blanks?" She roughly grabs his crotch earning her double glares that she could give less of a shit about.

She doesn't let go. Instead, she keeps groping, feeling him through the fabric. She undoes his pants and boxer briefs for a better look.

"Tsk. Almost seems heartbreaking for this...well, I can't say little now can I?"

She snickers and still she doesn't leave Travis. Instead, she works his cock out stroking, kissing, and licking as Travis grows hard. He feels so disgusted with himself. He knows it's not his fault, he knows his body is just reacting to natural touch, but still. He closes his eyes.

"Get your hands off of him," Laura demands with a yell!

The woman merely sank her mouth all the way to Travis's base, causing him to involuntarily jerk. She looks at Laura maliciously and mischievously through her lashes as she took Travis down her throat over and over.

Travis is making sounds of pain, displeasure and unfortunately pleasure. With wet pop and far too much saliva the woman lifts herself from Travis and stands.

“You know I wouldn’t normally fuck an old guy or a cop or in this case both.” She works her skirt and panties off and unbuttons her blouse some. “But you’re not that bad and clearly still in good health so I’ll make an exception.”

“Get the fuck away.” Travis spits.

The woman slapps him.

“That’s no way to talk to a partner.” She glances briefly to Laura. “Do you talk to her like that?”

Travis does speak. He grits his teeth as she sinks down onto his length and starts to ride him. She moans as she does. Loud, obnoxious and exaggerated just to piss them off. She changes her position some leaning back to rest her hands behind her on Travis’ legs. Unfortunately that does something and Travis’ hips snap upward meeting her as she was descending.

“Oh! That’s it!” She’s too pleased. “Get into the fun of it.”

She rides him harder and faster and despite his best efforts Travis’ body keeps betraying him, thrusting upwards to meet the crazed woman. He doesn’t want to look at her and he didn’t want to see what Jake was doing so he reluctantly looks over to Laura. Laura who’s red with rage staring as if she were willing the woman’s head to explode, before making eye contact with him.

He feels sick at betraying her, at how she looks at him with pity and remorse for not being able to help him.

With a groan the woman stands up and takes something from around her neck. A key which she uses to unlock Travis from the wall.

“Don’t think about anything, you know how fast and hard my brother can hit.” She said, Jake looks over having finished with whatever he was doing and watches intently.

She sits down and beckons for Travis.

“What?” He asks, trying to resist the temptation to charge the woman for the key despite the large looming presence in the room.

“I didn’t cum, you didn’t cum.” She shakes her head at Travis like he’s a fool. “We’re not done, so get over here and fuck me.”

Travis and Laura grimace. The woman’s face falls into a snarl.

“Fuck me. Or Jake will show little miss how it feels for a big young man to take her.”

Travis and Laura bristle and blanch. Indeed Jake has come closer and is disgustingly eyeing Laura.

“Don’t touch her.” Travis goes over to the woman.

She lays on her back while Travis gets on his hands and knees above her.

“Kiss me.” She says, earning her a disgusted glare.

She glares back. Travis exhales and complies, giving her a kiss on the lips. She strikes him strongly across the face.

“You know damn fucking well that’s not what I wanted.” She hisses.

Travis pushes his anger down and goes to kiss her again, when the woman puts her hand over his mouth.

“What?” She yells and she laughs.

“I don’t want a basic kiss. I want you to kiss me like you kiss her.” She gestures with her chin over to Laura. “And I want to you to fuck me like you would her. Rough, I’m assuming, but also like you love me like you do her.”

“You demented bitch!” Laura shouts.

Travis holds his tongue. He dare not even try to speak or else he’d probably rip the bitches throat out with his teeth. He complies to the demands. He looks over the to Laura with apologetic eyes.

He has to sacrifice his memories with Laura to even treat this woman a fraction as how he would with Laura. He sacrifices the kisses they shared on the road. He focused on the memories of Laura’s lips, this woman bites too much her kisses feel more like a violent competition.

It was all wrong. Trying to layer Laura's moans and whimpers over the shrills and caws. The sweet scent of her lotion and sweat over the suffocating perfume. And yet he does, he has to. His stomach falls as he feels his orgasm build. Hates even more that it was evident in the way he started to slightly thrust harder and faster.

“Say my name.”

“What!”

“Say my name like you say hers. Say it loud. It’s Tara. Scream my fucking name.”

“T-” he tries

“T-”

He pauses to work the name up his throat and off his tongue. He has to say it like he would Laura’s.

“L-Tara.” Manages though the method is odd. “L-Tara.”

If she notices Tara doesn’t say anything and just keeps moaning. Eventually Travis is able to drop the L from her name and manages to make himself hold the woman, Tara, closer as he would Laura.

Laura’s watching with tears on the cusp of falling. Jake is watching evidence of him getting turned on straining against his pants. Travis is uttering Tara’s name, he’s screaming in his head, and he hates how disgusting his body is. By the time Tara speaks again he already knows how to answer and play his part.

“How good do I feel?” She asks, clawing at his shoulders.

‘You don’t’

“You feel so fucking good.” He chokes out. “So right for me.”

Tara bares a wicked grin and looks at Laura.

“Better than hers?”

‘Never.’

“So much better.” He says kissing her breast then kissing her.

Travis and Laura keep an eye on Jake who comes close rubbing himself through his pants. They both can’t stomach how casually Jake is watching his sister be fucked.

Travis starts to loose the pace of his thrusts. He goes to pull out when Tara’s legs wrap around his waist. He wants to stop thrusting, his body doesn’t, he unquestionably should, but he knows he shouldn’t.

“Why?”

“Because maybe it isn’t you.” Tara mocks with a sacchirne grin. “Maybe she’s the reason you don’t have kids.”

‘She’s not. I’m not. Shut up!’

“So, how about we make a baby happen.”

That makes Travis stop dead. He’s right the edge, he’s in her, but he doesn’t cum. What she just said resounds through him and even his body wouldn’t dare to think of giving this woman a child. His mind took him out of existence for a moment and returned so he could fight the bile threatening to come up.

Tara pulls her legs to signal to him to get back to moving. He only manages to do so on the third pull of her legs that was accompanied with a growl. He gets himself back to pace quickly. He was already on edge, but he needs to hold on just for her to finish first.

And thankfully she does. A loudspeaker keen as she arches her back, pulls him close and shudders around him. The only satisfaction Travis feels when filling her is that the act is finally over.

Then Jake is loomed over Laura.

“Don’t you think about fucking touching me.” Laura screams and kicks, landing blows that Jake doesn’t seem to care about.

Travis pulls out of Tara roughly and only spares a second of thought to pull up his pants. They fell regardless as he tackles Jake. For his effort Travis is grabbed and slammed into the wall, with a nasty smack. Travis recovers enough that he positioned himself between Jake and Laura.

Jake’s bear sized hand clenchd Travis shoulder and throws him back crashing near his sister. Travis recovered despite his pants and the shake up of being flung. He getst between Jake and Laura again.

“Don’t fucking youch her! You said you wouldn’t!” He yells from a bruised face.

“Nooooooo.” Tara stands fixing her self up. “I said he wouldn’t touch her…if you didn’t fuck me. I can’t help if he gets horny and wants to have his own fun.”

“Don’t touch her.”

Jake rolls his eyes while Tara stares at the couple thinking about something. She connects with Laura’s glare and a sickly smile grows across her lips.

“Jake.” Tara says causing her brother to stop his attempt of throwing Travis away again.

“Don’t touch her.”

Jake looks confused as a big brother would, Travis and Laura where confused in terror.

“Why not?” Jake asks.

“Cause he wants to be the knight in shining armor. The big old goody cop trying to make up for his sins. So let him. It’ll be more fun if the bitch watch her lover suffer for her safety.”

“Fuck you.” Laura spits.

“Yeah we’ll be fucking him. We haven’t had a toy in a while and we’ve never shared one.”

Laura and Travis grimace. Tara pulls Travis’ pants around his ankle and playfully gives him a slap on the ass.

“Leave him alone.” Laura yells.

Instead Jake spreads Travis’ legs more, fondles his ass, holds Travis’ hip in place and his own cock in his hand.

There’s enough time for Travis and Laura to fully realize that Travis is positioned right above her. Jake shoves in ripping a howl of pain from Travis. Laura screams as well, a cry of fury. Travis braces himself against the wall as Jake starts a slow pace with brutal throasts.

Tears fall from Travis’ face and he doesn’t know what to do. He closes his eyes, but it just makes the burning sensation heightened more than it needs to be. He’s tryies to push the feeling away and just leave his body a shell, but then he remembers, when he never should have forgotten in the first place. He’s doing this for Laura and leaving her, even mentally to this hell would be unforgiveable. He peaks down to her and hates it. He fpathetic with the tears falling from him onto her and she looked at him with nothing but worry and sorrow.

Laura has grown to know Travis enough to recognize the story his face was telling. She watches him flash through the various states. She watches Travis’ face to help in someone way, not leaving him to this alone.

Jake groans and pulls Travis flush to him. Once again Travis feels like throwing up. Jake pulls out looking sickly smug at what he’s done. Semen and blood leaks out of Travis. On shaky legs he manages to bend down pull his pants up, falls to his knees and rests on his side on the hard floor.

Jake re-secures Travis’ wrists to the chains. Jake and Tara have matching smirks that Laura wishes she could carve off their faces.

“Well it’s late so we’ll be back in the morning to take care of you more.” Tara follows her brother up the stairs. “We’re gracious hosts really.”

The core light is turned off leaving three dim bulbs to illuminate everything. Laura looks to Travis whose curled in on himself.

“Travis?” She doesn’t know why she whispers.

It was obvious he wasn’t okay.

“I’m fine.” He answers,

“No you’re not.”

Travis doesn’t say anything.

“We need to get out of here. I can’t let them hurt you anymore.”

“Whether we get out or not, I won’t let them hurt you.” Travis says. “I won’t let them hurt you.”

“Shh Travis.” Laura’s happy that there’s enough length to the chains that she can give Travis a comforting pat from where he lays, even if only on his leg.

The routine is a perversion of Travis’ when he had her and Max imprisoned. She was suddenly so appreciative of it.

They were fed, small portions. Sometimes allowed to actually eat or it was humiliatingly shoved in their faces. They were given showers, but always together. It was the one moment they could be intimate with one another in the smallest way. Laura and Travis didn’t know where, but knew they were being watchied, but they didn’t care. They could actually touch each other even though they only really hugged and kissed.

“Laura please.” Travis’ voice trembled, as he pulled her close.

Since the first time Tara and Jake took him, they continued to do so and it ran havoc on Travis’ mind. He wants Laura to touch him. To confirm for him that he wasn’t sick. That he wasn’t loosing his need and attraction to her by the sick fucks that held them captive. She peppers him with kisses and affirmations of her adoration and love for him, and letting him know that she knows he loves her he wouldn’t be doing this otherwise, to not let them win.

Turns out that they’re there for a month. The entire length of their whole trip and Laura couldn’t help the shock of the fact taking her back to that summer at Hackett’s Quarry.

Food, shower, food and sleep. This is the bases of the routine. They are surprisingly able to request the restroom without problem.

“We’re not animals.” Jake laughed.

When that didn't happen Laura and Travis were left to their own thoughts and each other. The other times Travis was being…

Laura could feel a permanent bitemark forming on her tongue. Sometimes Travis is held back after showers while she is taken back downstairs. Sometimes she wakes up and Travis wouldn’t be there and wasn’t brought back for a while. Tara would come down and taunt her, leaving the door open so Laura could hear Travis scream.

Travis made some sort of deal. Tara couldn’t cut her, stable her, or piss on her (again) but she did take to hitting her and spitting on her. They trade insults and Laura has to tread the line so carefully not to set the woman off to take her anger elsewhere. Laura makes sure to memorize every wrinkle, curl, and pore on Tara.

Travis began to recede into his own mind quickly. He barely eats, having to be hand fed food and water. He’s distant during their shower time. He doesn’t ask for her touch and he shrinks away some if she tries to initiate on her own. She can hug him, but he doesn’t reciprocate, she found victory in that he still let her and that she could help watch his back. He doesn’t sleep peacefully. He mumbles in his sleep, twitching and shaking from his nightmares and crying to never wake. Sometimes he would rest against her, saying her name like a protective spell and Laura wishes she could do so for him outside of his dreams.

Another turn of events happens when Tara and Jake start coming down to the basement without Travis and then the man himself would appear afterwards. Apparently he’s been deemed…Laura grimaces, trained enough to not run if left alone for a little bit. And maybe…Laura shook the thought but she wanted to through up anytime one of them came near. If they did Travis would dutifully stand up and start undoing his pants, unless told to stop only cause he was being taken upstairs.

The worse was she woke up to the sounds of fucking. Across from her Travis had Tara on the wall, her legs wrapping around his waist. He was bucking into her enthusiastically and Laura can’t help but match it to memories of how Travis happily did the same to her. What made this the worse;

“I love you.” Travis murmurs between kissing Tara on the lips, on her neck. “I love you, I love you. You’re so good to me. So good for me. I love you Tara, so much.”

This finally breaks the cracks in Laura. She hates giving Tara the victory of seeing her cry. Laura can’t get a proper thought together on whether Travis is putting up an amazing, necessary act or if they’d really taken him from her and himself.

It was the former thankfully. She doesn’t know this until Tara had comes down in the early morning to be the bitch that she is.

“How ya doing?” She smiles. “Sorry that you had to sleep alone, but I wanted my Travis with me through the night.”

‘He’s not yours, you sick cunt.’ Laura has to hold herself composed or else she’d be frothing at the mouth.

“He’s upstairs waiting in Jake’s room. My brother loves to sleep late.” She taunts, licking her lips at Laura’s anger.

When Laura clenchs her fist she realizes something was off. Her hands where behind her back and there was something resting in them. A sound comes from upstairs. When Tara turns around,

“Jake?” She calls up.

Laura looks down and realizes that she was holding something sharp. Also her chains areundone! And if she thought about it some she can feel and remember the lingering heat and soft pressure of a kiss on her temple.

Another scream from upstairs.

“Jake!” Tara makes her way to the stairs.

Then another scream; Travis.

A loud scream, a shattering of glass and clanging of various items. The fire alarm shrieks to life. A joint scream between Jake and Travis. Tara rushes up the stairs and Laura hates that it still takes a few seconds time to shake her chains off. If it didn’t she would have done more than stab Tara in the calf.

“AH!” Tara’s scream is so satisfying.

The woman kicks and Laura falls only a few steps back down. She recovers and shoulders the door before it could fully close. Now upstairs she could see the chaos. Travis started a fire and it was consuming the kitchen, the smoke rising.

Travis is bloody and Jake is choking him, ignoring the blows Travis is striking to his side and head. Jake at least was bloody as well, evidence of Travis having stabbed the massive man, a knife stuck in him still.

Laura quietly walks forward.

“AH!” Tara, has the worst shriek.

She comes from the side smashing a vase into Laura. Laura falls, arm hurting and a cut on her head. Tara mounts her trying to take hold of Laura’s weapon.

“AH! You bitch.” Laura screams, Tara bit her hand!

In retaliation Laura delivers a proper headbutt to Tara’s face. Tara recoils and Laura lifts her hips, rolling Tara off and Laura is now on top. She brings her weapon down, missing Tara’s neck too much for her liking. Tara yanks at her hair, Laura’s free hand claws at Tara’s, their other hands wrestled for the weapon.

Travis emits a rough cough of air. Laura looks to him and he’s purple in the face. Laura pushes her thumb into Tara’s eye. Tara let go of Laura’s hair and hand to wrench her face free of Laura’s nails. Laura swipes at Tara, only hitting the woman’s arms, but deep enough. Quickly standing Laura delivers a swift, strong kick snap Tara’s back and she laid there dazed, hopefully unconcious.

Immediately Laura leaps onto Jake’s back and begins to stab the man in the neck. He roars in pain and tries to remove Laura. She presses her head between Jake’s shoulder blades. Her yanked hair be damned. She keeps stabbing, hitting him in the side and even managing to get him in the eye.

At this Jake stands and rams backwards into the wall. Laura was smashed against picture frames and fell. She briefly notes that the family in the photo was distinctly not Tara and Jake. The massive man goes to stomp her head, misses and gets her hand instead. She hollers but is thankful, his aim was thrown off thanks to Travis. He grabs the knife he dropped before Jake started chocking him and charged into the man, plunging the knife into this side.

It’s bullshit the amount of damage Jake can take. They are weakened, but they don’t stop. Despite only holding himself on his knees, Travis manages to stab Jake again, in the stomach, and drag the blade some. Laura gets a good stab in Jake’s leg, above the knee.

Sirens are heard approaching causing Travis and Laura to briefly realize how close to normal people and homes they were, that they weren’t actually somewhere far from help. Jake shakes them off and goes to grab the unconscious Tara. He escapes through the front door, spots the fire trucks and police cruisers and limps away as fast as he can manage.

Laura emerges from the house, Travis apologizing for her having to bear so much of his weight. They collapse into the oncoming paramedics.. It was over. Mostly over. They’re to stay at the local hospital for a while.

I’m about to hunt some people down! (Or maybe Laura will 👀)

#DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT #THE DEADEST OF DOVES #TRIGGER WARNING #NONCON!!!#tw: r*pe #I think this is sufficiently tagged #cause DAmn #hah 😂#no wonder you asked me what I was comfy with getting in my inbox #hope they junto those two and tears them to shreds slowly!#ask #anon

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