Chapter 20
TWENTY
FLORA
I hold up my shirt for Dax as he kneels in front of me, holding a tube of cream. I let out a whimper as I look down at the raw F mark on my skin. My eyes gloss over tears. “Ouch,” I sob.
Dax applies a small amount of cream on his finger and gently dabs it onto the burn. I can’t help but flinch at his touch.
“It’s okay. I know it hurts. This cream is antiseptic and numbing, it will help soothe it,” Dax explains as he applies more cream.
Dax pauses, looking up at me. There is a flicker of emotion in his eyes. Is that regret?
“We need you to learn, but I don’t want you to suffer in pain.”
He seems almost human for a moment; the darkness I’ve seen before is gone. He applies the last bit of cream and his fingers linger above my skin for a moment. He starts tracing the brand with his fingertip, a small smile tugging on his lips.
“You need to understand that we are in control at all times. You’re ours, Flora,” Dax says.
I lower down my shirt. Dax's eyes are still on me as I move away from him and approach the bed .
“You’re monsters,” I whisper out.
Dax sighs. “We’re not monsters, Flora. We’re just doing what needs to be done to keep our flower safe.”
I don’t answer him. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he joins me.
Dax places a hand on my knee. I sit there paralyzed. I should be angry, hitting him and lashing out. However, the memories of my parents flood my mind. I want them here, making me feel safe.
“I want to die. I don’t want to be here anymore,” I whisper quietly.
Dax’s grip on my knee tightens. “That's why we won't and can’t let you go.”
Tears fall down my cheek and Dax moves his hand from my knee to my face, wiping away my tears.
“We’re all you have now, don’t you understand? We’re your family, flower,” Dax tries to reassure me.
I shake my head and bite down. “ Family ? Family doesn’t brand you or hold you captive. My real family is dead . This is a prison! I’ll never be safe with you two!”
“Flora. It's a different kind of safety. You don't understand yet, but you will,” Dax says while gripping my face.
I want to scream and fight him as fury overcomes me. “ One day, I’ll understand …That’s all you keep saying! Shut the fuck up!” I scream.
Dax releases my face and stands up, looking back at me frustrated.
Anger overtakes me as I stand, but I do not feel scared, so I step closer to him.
“Calm down…” he warns.
“No. No! I won’t. What are you gonna do? Punish me more?!” I shout, finally snapping. “You’ve branded me a Faulkner. Nothing can be worse! Give me all you’ve got! ”
Dax clenches his jaw and his fists.
That’s right. I’m fighting back, fucker.
I’ve shocked him and he doesn't know how to react. He then steps closer, towering over me.
“I’m not your fucking property!” I yell in his face.
He grips both my arms tightly, pinning them to the side. “You need to calm down or things will get worse.”
I look at him, really look at him, and I see fear in his eyes for the first time.
So that’s it, you hate losing control.
“I’m already in the worst place I could ever be, with the worst people I could ever be with. I’m already in hell! Things can’t possibly get worse!”
“You’re such a fucking brat, Flora!” Dax shouts, his own anger rising.
Without thinking, I dig my fingernails into his cheeks, drawing thin lines of blood. Caught off guard, he stumbles backward onto the bed.
I jump on top of him and start pounding at his chest. Dax lets out a mocking laugh as I continue to punch him.
Dax manages to flip us over in a quick motion. He pins me beneath his body, his knees pressed into my thighs. He grips my wrist, holding them above my head. The blood from his cut drips onto my face.
The door bursts open and Lyka rushes in. “What the fuck is going on?!”
Dax runs his finger along my face, dragging the blood down to my neck. He slides off me and stands up.
“The little brat attacked me. She thinks we can’t make things worse for her…” Dax explains as he leans against the wall with blood dripping down his face.
Lyka charges towards me and pushes me against the wall. The ba ck of my head hits it, making me feel dizzy. His nostrils flare as he grabs my cheeks with a bruising grip.
“Do your worst!” I say through gritted teeth.
Lyka's stare looks dark and menacing as his fingers dig deeper into my cheeks. “You have no idea what we’re capable of. Don’t test us, Flora.”
I am scared shitless, but I refuse to show them. “Show me! Show me how much worse it can get!”
The room falls silent and they seem dangerously calm. Lyka removes his hand from my face and steps back. “By the time we’re done, you’ll be begging for mercy,” he taunts.
I hold my breath, his words sending a shiver through my body.
“Let's take her to the barn,” Lyka says, turning to Dax.
Dax uncrosses his arms, steps forward, and grabs my wrist. I hit his hand, my nails scraping against his skin. With force, he pulls me through the cabin, leaving me stumbling to keep up.
Lyka follows behind and starts whistling an eerie tune.
We reach the barn and Dax hustles me inside with the door closing behind us.
Inside, it feels cool and musty, dimly lit with a skylight. There’s a wooden beam in front of us with a thick chain hanging down and two ominous handcuffs. The chain whirls a bit as Lyka grabs it. “Do you like it?” he asks, his voice oozing with satisfaction. “I made it last night.”
My mouth drops open. “What the–” I mutter out of shock.
Dax and Lyka charge over to me and start stripping away my clothes. I stand there, fully naked, and feel the weight of their gazes on me.
The only thing left on my flesh is the Faulkner brand.
“You won’t do shit!” I spit at their feet, not regretting it.
They won’t break me .
Dax looks down at the saliva on his shoe and mumbles, “You brought this on yourself.”
I clench my teeth together so I don't show them any fear. Lyka pulls me over to the chain, lifting my arms above my head. He reaches up and snaps the metal cuffs around my wrists. I feel the cold metal digging into my skin.
“Do your fucking worst!” I taunt.
I am on my tiptoes, barely touching the floor. My arms stretch up agonizingly, every inch of my biceps straining to this unnatural position. The metal cuffs rub my wrists raw.
They both circle around me like predators. “One way or another, Flora, we will break you,” Lyka sneers. “And we are going to have so much fun doing it.”
Dax steps forward and whispers in my ear, “You just keep on being a brat…so ungrateful for all that we’ve done for you.”
They both walk over to the workbench with their backs to me. I refuse to let my tears fall.
I will not break. Not for them.
Dax turns around with a wooden paddle in his hand and an evil grin on his face.
“Look at what Lyka made, flower. Do you like it?” he asks, hitting the paddle against his palm. He walks behind me and I try to turn to keep him within my sight, but the cuffs and chain hold me in place. I feel a knot form in my stomach.
Suddenly, the paddle comes down with brute force and sharp, stinging pain on my bare ass. I jerk violently, feeling my breathing hitch up in my throat. My jaw clenches as my muscles lock tight. I refuse to give in and cry.
“You’re gonna take everything we give you.” Dax passes the paddle to Lyka. He steps behind me, letting out a sinister laugh. I feel the agony again, the hard whack landing on the same spot. The pain radiates through my body.
“Wow. She's tougher than she looks…Everyone has a breaking point, though,” Dax remarks.
“I wonder how far we can push her,” Lyka says, forcing the paddle down again.
I feel my skin burning, but through it all, I remain silent.
Lyka leans close to my face and taunts, “Haha…You think you’re strong, huh? You think you can withstand this forever?”
“You won’t break me!” I spit out.
Dax stands next to him, a mocking smile playing on his lips. “We shall see about that, flower.”
Lyka saunters to the workbench. The wood paddle smacks my body again, sending shooting pain through my already bruised skin. I feel the edges of my vision blur from the pain.
From the corner of my eye, I see Lyka spin around, now holding a long, skinny rattan cane. He taps it lightly against his palm, the ominous swish slicing through the air. Dax lands another brutal strike with the paddle.
Lyka brings the cane down on the front of my thighs. The sharp, stinging sensation is agonizing. Despite my best efforts, a small whimper bursts free from my lips.
“Was that a sound that just escaped those beautiful lips?” Lyka asks, his voice dripping with mockery.
I bite down on my lip, trying to cut off any noises. The sting from the cane burns like fire.
Lyka teases the cane along my skin. Dax steps back, giving Lyka the center stage. His eyes don’t waver from mine as he brings the cane down a second time against my legs. The pain feels like a lightning bolt as the cane hits my thighs. I curl my fists into balls, feeling my fingernails digging into my palms.
“Cry for us, Flora…Go on, cry,” Lyka taunts with a venomous purr.
My eyes flood with tears, spilling over. Lyka grins leaning forward, his tongue invasive as he licks the tears off my face. I try to jerk my head away, but the chains keep me bound .
“Your tears taste so good, baby.”
“You’re beautiful to watch break,” Dax states, circling around me.
I shake my head, attempting to refute the truth in their statements, but the tears keep falling.
Lyka presses his forehead against mine, his eyes burning into mine. “As much as we love watching your fight break, we love your obedience more. Just be ours. Be our good girl, Flora.”
In a fit of defiance, I shove my head against his. He steps back, letting out a grunt. His face shows both surprise and anger. Lyka grits his teeth and strides over to the workbench, determined and pissed off.
“Ha! You think ya tough, huh? You’re going to regret that. We’re gonna show you real pain,” Dax taunts, continuing to circle around me slowly.
In horror, I see Lyka holding a large, smooth, wooden phallus. It’s long with some girth, polished, and glows slightly under the faint light in the barn.
My heart races and I swallow hard as my eyes fix upon the intimidating object within his hands, unable to look away.
What the fuck is that? It’s over ten inches!
“Open your mouth, flower,” Dax demands with excitement in his eyes.
“No! Fuck you!”
“Don’t make me pry your fucking mouth open!” Dax threatens me as he smacks the back of my ass with the paddle.
As my jaw shakes, I open my mouth and reluctantly satisfy them.
“I spent all night making sure it’s extra smooth for you,” Lyka mutters under his breath, a sinister smirk playing on his lips. He places the wooden phallus at the entrance of my mouth. The scent of wood fills my nostrils.
“I’d get it extra wet If I were you… ”
The humiliation is overwhelming, yet I fight down any further sounds or protests. With a deep breath, summoning the last threads of courage, I spit on it.
“Good girl,” Dax croons.
Lyka begins shoving the wooden phallus into my mouth. My lips strain wide past its girth, stretching painfully at the corners.
“Now suck,” Lyka commands.
I start to suck on the phallus and it nearly touches the back of my throat. I involuntarily make gagging noises. My eyes begin to water as the tears mix with my saliva while I fight the degradation that is being forced upon me.
Suddenly, Lyka removes the phallus from my mouth. I take advantage and gasp for breath.
His face contorts into an evil grin as he moves south, the phallus prying my legs apart. Then, he begins to rub on my clit.
I throw my head back as shameful arousal hits me.
“Oh look, Lyka. I think she's enjoying it,” Dax says as he watches with amusement.
The wood makes my clit swell as Lyka moves it around. “Not for long,” he murmurs.
With a jerk, he moves it from my clit and shoves the phallus into my pussy. The pain is sharp, like a blade. I feel the wood stretch and probe, invading me. I shut my eyes, hurling my head backward. “I wanna see how much she can take. Let’s fuck her into submission,” Lyka says, pushing the phallus deeper.
My body trembles as my fists involuntarily clench at the chains. Lyka pounds the phallus in and out of me relentlessly. With every thrust, it hits that spot deep inside, sending waves of pleasure through me. “Uhh,” I moan, losing control.
The wooden phallus stretches me in ways I never thought imaginable. Lyka’s movements are cruel, but the phallus is slick with my own juices. I feel such shame as I enjoy their torment .
“Look at you…taking my wooden toy so well,” Lyka compliments mockingly.
Dax's face inches closer; his eyes seem to darken. His lips find my neck and I can’t help but tilt my head sideways, giving him more access. I feel him smile against my skin at my reaction. His kisses are fierce, almost bruising, like he’s trying to claim every inch of my skin.
My body shakes as the phallus stretches and fills my pussy. Dax's mouth moves from my neck, craning his head back to look at his handiwork.
“I love leaving my marks on you, flower. Although our F might be my favorite…”
He kisses me, our tongues fighting each other.
I hate them! Why am I so turned on? I fucking hate them! ASSHOLES!
I feel myself letting go, becoming weaker.
Every thrust, every kiss, every touch blurs together. I taste Dax’s blood on my tongue as the coppery tang mingles with the saltiness from my tears.
The phallus is suddenly pulled out of me, leaving me feeling hollow and exposed.
I sob into Dax’s mouth, my voice smothered by his kisses.
The sound of a zipper catches my attention. I glance to the side and see Lyka lowering his jeans.
Dax readjusts his hold, picking up one of my legs as Lyka does the same. I’m suspended between them in the air, my pussy opened. Lyka’s hand cups my pussy, feeling my wetness with his fingers.
“I hate you,” I sob.
“Your pussy is dripping wet. You don’t hate us,” Lyka growls.
I feel the head of his cock push against my pussy. With a brutal thrust, he’s fully seated inside of me .
Gasping, my whole body strains against the chains. They hold my legs firmly, keeping me open and accessible to Lyka’s relentless thrusts.
Dax’s hands grip onto my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh. His mouth moves back to my neck, biting and sucking over his marks. Lyka's cock stretches me as he fills me. His balls hit against my skin with every thrust. I shut my eyes, trying to block out the reality of what’s happening, but the sensations are too strong. My body betrays me and responds to their touches, their kisses, and Lyka’s thrusts.
Then, it dawns on me: Lyka doesn't have a condom on. My mind suddenly floods with panic as I pull away from Dax’s kisses on my neck, my voice shaking with urgency. “You can’t cum inside me. You need to pull out, Lyka,” I plead.
He shakes his head and continues to thrust into me.
“Lyka. You can’t!”
I feel Dax’s grip on me tighten, holding me in place. Lyka’s hips start to jerk ruthlessly against mine.
“To…”
Thrust.
“Fucking…”
Thrust.
“Late,” he grunts.
Lyka pushes himself deep inside me, his cock pulsating as he cums. A cry escapes my lips as a new wave of panic and terror washes over me.
His body shudders as he finally goes limp. He pulls out and his cum drips from me. Lyka steps back, letting go of my leg and mopping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. I barely have time to catch my breath before Dax takes down his jeans, revealing his throbbing cock. A gulp of fear escapes from me. Dax’s cock is thick and ready. He doesn't waste time grabbing my thighs to hold me in place. “My turn,” he growls .
With one hard thrust, Dax’s cock pries between my swollen lips and plows deep into my pussy. “I love fucking my brother’s cum back into you,” he grunts.
Lyka now stands behind me, his lips pressing sweet kisses along my neck and down my shoulders. He reaches around, his fingers entering my mouth. Instinctively, I suck on them, my tongue swirling around them. Lyka draws his fingers from my mouth, down my back, and I shiver as he reaches the top of my ass. He keeps going down, his fingers slick and wet, as he lightly circles my asshole.
Dax quickens his pace, each thrust more powerful, driving deeper into me.
Lyka’s fingers press more insistently against my asshole and then pushes a finger inside, forcing a scream from my lips. The pain hits me and makes my whole body tighten up. He leans down to my ear. “I’ll go slow,” he promises.
My asshole clamps around his finger, but Lyka holds it in place. “Fu…Fuck!” I loudly stutter.
“Scream for us,” Dax demands, out of breath.
I let out a raw, sexual scream as they use my body, my cries filling the barn. Dax’s cock drives into me with undeterred force.
“ Fuck , Flora. Your asshole is so tight around my finger,” Lyka whispers.
He then begins to move his finger, twisting and pushing it in. It’s too much penetration. It pushes me beyond the brink of what I thought I could endure.
“Shit…I’m coming,” Dax moans, throwing his head back.
Lyka thrust his finger into my asshole one last time. Dax’s leg shakes violently. He thrusts deep inside me, emptying himself. His cum oozes out from me, trickling down. Lyka slowly pulls his finger out of my ass. He steps back, looking over the scene .
Dax pulls out of me and his cock slips free. His cum continues to ooze out of me, mingling with my own juices as it drips down my legs onto the floor. They both study me with triumph in their eyes. The air is heavy with the scent of sweat and sex.
My head sags and I shut my eyes. My entire body feels so weak it can hardly hold my weight.
I open my eyes to find Lyka standing in front of me, the phallus in hand.
“Spread your legs.”
“No…Please. No more.”
I don’t know how much more of this torment my body can take.
“That sounds like you're begging…” Dax says with satisfaction.
“Spread your legs now,” Lyka growls.
My legs shake as I spread them apart. Lyka steps forward, and he crouches at my already abused pussy, positioning the phallus at the entrance. “That's a good girl,” he murmurs.
He begins to push the phallus inside of me and I let out a sob. My pussy involuntarily clenches around it. Dax stands behind me, his hands trailing down my back. He reaches my hips, holding me steady as Lyka continues to push the phallus deeper. “You’re taking it so well,” Dax whispers.
Lyka finally stops, the phallus fully embedded inside me. I can feel every inch of it inside me. Dax’s hands roam all over me as one floats down to my clit, rubbing slow and deliberate circles.
“Orgasm, Flora. Let go. Show us who you really belong to,” Lyka says in a low, cruel voice.
I can’t hold back any longer. My body convulses with a scream as the orgasm rips through me. Lyka pulls the phallus out of me as Dax releases me from the chains and I collapse, my legs u nable to support me any longer. Dax catches me and holds me.
“Open that pretty mouth,” Lyka orders.
My eyes flutter open, heavy with exhaustion and pain. Lyka looms over me. He lifts the phallus, now slick with all of our juices. “Taste the Faulkner brothers’ cum,” he growls, his voice full of sadistic pleasure.
I taste the saltiness mingling with the hard texture of the wood. I feel ashamed, but I comply, licking weakly.
“Does our cum taste good?” Dax asks, petting my hair.
“Mhmm,” I say, my eyes struggling to stay open.
Eventually, Lyka removes the phallus from my mouth and I feel relief just for a moment. He lifts my chin with his hand, making me raise my eyes to meet his.
“No more. Please. I beg of you,” I mumble, my voice barely audible.
“Say it again.”
“I’m,” I gasp, “begging you,” I cry.
Dax steps around me until his face is mere inches away from mine. “That’s more like it,” he says, caressing the side of my face. “ Now you know your place, flower.”
Lyka's grip tightens on my chin, “You’re ours, Flora. There is no escape from the Faulkners. No one else can have you. No one else can save you.”
His hands trail down my body, fingers brushing over the marks they’ve left on my skin. “You’ve been such a good girl. That’s what we like…”
I am utterly broken as I hang my head. My spirit is crushed under their ruthless domination. They have taken everything away from me: freedom, dignity, and my body. They’ve broken me.
I belong to them now.