Left Behind (20 page)

He came back over to me with a metal rod about a foot long with a knob at the end in one hand, and a rubber plug with a finger loop at the end for easy handling in the other hand.

“I’ll have to prepare you. It’s been a while, so you’ll have to be stretched.”

I had a hard time keeping a straight face with that statement. Blain did always have a big ego, and last time I didn’t know any different, but my trips had thrice the size he had.

He set the items on a table and took a pocket knife out of his jeans pocket. He cut away at the side seams of my panties, not caring if he cut me, which he did both times. I looked over to Jordan to make sure he wasn’t awake for this. I didn’t want him to see me like this. I didn’t think it would be an image he would ever get over. Thankfully, Blain kept my bra on.

He set the knife down and got the rod. He didn’t check me or lube it up, he just shoved it in. I was so dry; it burned the whole way going in. He turned the knob at the end and it started vibrating, but instead of the pleasure it was supposed to induce, it only made me burn worse. I held the tears of pain back. I knew it would only make him get worse, and I knew he had o nly just begu n his ‘fun’.

“Now, I think you have earned a few lashings. What do you think?” Blain said as he walked around me, looking at me and rubbing the skin over my back lightly before walking back to the wardrobe to pick up the flogger. This flogger had about eight thin leather straps coming from the handle, and each strap broke off into four fingers about two inches long at the end. This toy that, when used right, tantalized the skin. It would just barely pinken the skin, drawing heat to the surface to m ake it more sensitive. But in B
lain’s hands it leave s a bunch of little welts , and he never stop s just with that.

Every stroke stung, and the burn would last and bleed into the next strike. It was like he zoned into his own little world, and like it happened last time, the lashes started tearing skin. Lucky for me in a way, it didn’t hurt any worse at the moment and was still bearable. The burn was to the point I didn’t feel anything else. I tried to zone myself out where I wasn’t thinking of anything, but as soon as Blain saw this, he stopped deciding to switch my positions. He did take the time to wash the cuts, but it didn’t really help too much considering I was still bleeding. He rubbed some ointment on, and then carried me to the wooden horse. He bent me over the middle of it and strapped my wrists and ankles to the legs.

“You are so beautiful, Pet.” He said
in a low husky voice . You would never be able to tell by hearing his voice that he was insane. He sounded like a truly living partner, and I guess in his twisted mind, that is what he was. He ran his hands softly and slowly over my back. I could tell he was tracing the scars he’d left last time. His hands rand down over the cheeks of my ass, and he took hold of the plug, pulling it out and pushing it back in, renewing the burn that had somewhat faded. He never had lubricated anything. I guess he was thinking all of this would turn me on, and I would have my natural lubrication, but it had the opposite effect.

By the time he stopped, my breath was coming out in ragged pants. I was getting light headed from the position he had me in. He had either forgotten to place the support for my head, or he didn’t care. At that point, I didn’t care. It would be a relief to be able to pass out from the blood rush to the head. I figured he was going to use the paddle on me, but he went instead to the ember pit, pulling out the branding iron.

I looked over to Jordan, thanking the good lord that he was still out,
not being able to witness what Blain was doing, but I was getting worried about him too.

“I’m glad that my messages healed over, but you can’t
see them as well anymore. I don’t like that. This brand will stay in place, it should heal nicely, and it will stay readable. I think two brands ought to do it.”

He walked behind me and I couldn’t see where he was headed with the brand. All of a sudden, pain exploded up my leg as he branded my calf. I screamed, but of course it was only air blowing out, no sound.

“Hmm. I like the way that came out.” He said as he walked back to the pit and set it in the hot coals to re-heat. Looking back at where I was, he ran his eyes over my body. “I think I might do a few of them. It’ll remind you not to let those three freaks of nature touch you.
” His voice went hard, and he jerked the brand back out of the pit, heading back to me. “I saw the nasty whorish things you did with them.” And my back exploded in fire as he branded me in the small of my back.

My eyes followed him with blurred vision as tears
filled my eyes .

After he put the brand back in the pit, he stormed back to me, grabbing my hair in his fist, jerking my head up to face him fully. My shoulders felt as if he’d ripped them from the sockets as his action pulled against my restraints.

“Yes, I have that whole house wired. I saw everything that would go on. I
was witness to your little goodbye to them. I spent years there, watching you from afar, as they had asked me to, but no matter how faithful you remained to them; they couldn’t even come home when the time came. They didn’t deserve you. I loved you. I took care of you, though you didn’t even know I was there. I got tired of it. I was the one who deserved you, so I came into your life. I knew you were wary of people, not as outgoing as you’d once been. They brought you down, made you lose all of your confidence, and yet they come home and all is forgiven.
You won’t forgive me, but you’ll forgive those arrogant assholes. I didn’t mean to get your face and throat. I lost control, and you won’t forgive me, but they purposely abandoned you and go running back.” He shouted as he let go of my hair and backhanded me. Pain exploded in my head, and I saw black spots forming in my eyes.

I caught sight of Jordan and saw his eyes open and a murderous look in his eyes. “You bastard!!” He yelled. “Look at her body! Look at her face! Listen to the breath coming from her because she can’t speak, and tell me you deserve her!”

I shook my head at him, silently pleading for him to shut up, but he wasn’t paying attention to me. He was going to make Blain kill him.

“What I did was all to bring her to the highest pleasure of her life!” Blain yelled back as he stormed over and punched Jordan in the stomach . “She tried to run from me. ME! So yeah, I lost control, but I would never let it happen again. She should know me well enough for that by now, but she won’t forgive me. She won’t give me another chance.”

Blain looked back over to me with a pleading look in his eyes, and all I could feel was disgust. The more he spoke, the more I could see how seriously disturbed he was. I guess the disgust showed on my face because his expression changed back to anger and he went straight for the pit to get the iron back out. The next thing I know, my shoulder blade erupted in fire as he branded me there. He threw the iron and it shattered the mirror across the room. He stormed over to the wardrobe and jerked it open. When he turned back around, he had the whip in hand.

Jordan looked at me with anguish in his eyes, tears silently falling. “I’m sorry, Sis.” I heard him whisper. I tried to smile at him, letting him know it was going to be alright, but I don’t think it came through on my face with all of the pain I was in.

‘Don’t look.’
I mouthed to him. He shook his head and I could see the determination in his eyes. I didn’t know what it was for, but I couldn’t let him see what was about to happen.
‘Please don’t watch. Close your eyes.’

Jordan knew me well enough to know it would hurt me more than the physical pain if he watched. He started crying in earnest when Blain uncoiled the whip.
‘I love you, Sis.’
He mouthed back to me before he closed his eyes and bowed his head, his shoulders shaking with his sobs. I watched as with each crack of the whip, his whole body flinched, as if he felt my pain, and I knew that to a certain extent, he did. I kept my eyes on him, my vision going dark, as I finally, blissfully , passed out and was able to escape the pain for a while.

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I woke, feeling the straps being removed from my ankles in a rush. Blain came around to let my wrists go, but I couldn’t move . I heard a crash coming from upstairs, and then feet running down the stairs to the basement playroom we were in. The door, which had been open the whole time we’d been down here, was now closed. When I looked at Jordan, I saw him slumped over in the chair, bleeding from a stab wound in his chest, his eyes closed. I started crying again, but concentrated on his chest to see if he was breathing, and as I saw it move, the door was busted down.

Troy came in, gun in hand, followed by Tory and Luke.

Blain had snatched me up and was holding me off the ground. I could feel the edge of his pocket knife blade pressed against my throat.

“Let. Her. Go. Now!” Troy growled. Tory kept his eyes on me, but his gun was trained on Blain behind me. Luke had gone over to Jordan and was untying the ropes.

“No! Drop your guns now or she dies.”
Blain said from behind me, and I could tell he was using me as a full body shield, his head even hiding behind mine.

Troy and Tory didn’t move and I felt Blain knick the skin at my throat. “I
will slit her throat if you don’t drop them now.”

The boys looked at each other, and then slowly lowered their guns to the floor.

Blain must not have noticed the absence of the third triplet, but I did. I knew
Toby was probably just out of sight waiting for his chance.
I felt so weak and was still in a lot of pain, but seeing the guys here to save me, and knowing Jordan needed help, gave me a boost of adrenaline.

Everything happened quickly. I lifted my leg bending it at the knee and kicked backwards with all the strength I could muster, catching Blain in the kneecap, just as Luke had shown me to. He dropped me and not even a second later I heard two gunshots.

Landing on the floor, I was extremely dizzy, but I looked up and saw Toby holstering his gun, heading over to me with Tory and Troy beside him. Woods slipped his gun into the back of his pants and went to help Luke with Jordan.

The triplets all had tears welling in their eyes as they saw the state of my body. They surrounded me as the last of my strength left me and the darkness took over once more.

I had woke up two days later in the hospital, not because of injuries per say, but because the doctors needed to stitch me up and do a procedure to clean the lining of my uterus. When they had taken the vibrator and plug out, I had been bleeding. They said it was too early to tell if I was pregnant, but to stop the bleeding and make it safe for me to try for children in the future they had to do it. They had kept me under with medication until they felt like the pain would be more manageable.

Jordan was alright, but he had to spend a few days in the hospital to watch for infection. Blain had missed his heart by a few millimeters, and hadn’t hit anything else vital.

Unfortunately Melbourne had been killed when he’d been shot, but Bradley had made it. I met with Melbourne’s family to tell them what a hero I believed him to be and to apologize for everything that happened.
His mother was so nice to me. She told me that John Melbourne had lived and died the way he’d always wanted to; serving and protecting the people. She told me that she didn’t think he’d have had any regrets. I paid for his funeral and memorial service, and still visit Mrs. Melbourne on occasion.

James and Shelby had been found at the pick-up point Blain had told Luke they would be at. They had some bruises, but otherwise were okay. They went ahead and got married two months after it was over, and Shelby went ahead and transferred down to South Carolina to be with our family. I told James that I’d be alright if he wanted to move north with her, but he didn’t want to leave me or Jordan.

Blain had been shot once in between the eyes and once in the heart. We didn’t know whose bullet hit where, Toby and Woods know of course, but I couldn’t really care less. He would have died with either shot, so I’m grateful to both of them .

It has been a year since my nightmare ended, and I couldn’t have been happier. Tory and I got married in the judge’s office at the county courthouse as soon as I had healed completely. He was so happy he had won the rock paper scissors tournament they had held to determine who would be my legal husband.

After James and Shelby got back from their honeymoon, she helped me plan our actual wedding ceremony that was held in the field in front of where I was rebuilding my house. Actually it would be Jordan’s house. I had bought James one as his wedding gift that was only a mile away on the property next to ours on the opposite side of the trips property. We would all be able to stay together with-in walking distance.

Luke was going to
preside over
the ceremony for us .
He was licensed to be able to do weddings and funerals.
Jordan, James, and I have adopted him into our family.
Well actually all of the men who were there to help us have been, but Luke was special. He had trained me to be able to defend myself, and kept working with me on a daily basis. He had been the first to run to Jordan’s aide when the showed up to save us.