Redemption: Prologue and Ch.1 - Sex Stories

Redemption: Prologue and Ch.1

... fireplace before him and the wingchair before it. Slowly he approached, circling until he stood before the remains of his stepfather. There was nothing left, just tattered remains of his burgundy robe and slippers. The glass of cognac he’d been drinking still lay on its side on the dusty rug. The memories were still clear as if it happened yesterday. It had been Lucien’s eighteenth birthday. Malvano had celebrated it by whipping him to the brink of death and then having his cult friends form a line to sodomize him on Malvano’s brand new spanking bench, to which Lucien had been tied. That night a devil appeared to him and gave him the opportunity to show his stepfather his appreciation. He slit the bastard’s throat. A soft whining sound drew his attention. Chewie? His stepfather had killed the puppy when Lucien was a little boy. He ran his fingers through his long hair with a frown and waited. When the soft whining came again he took a step forward and out through the broken glass doors to the gardens. He breathed deeply through his lips as his bare feet stepped on sharp pebbles. Using his telekinetic abilities, he parted the swaying grass, scanning the ground for any signs of his long lost dog. It’s just a dream. Just another fucking dream. This isn’t real. Not real. Not… He frowned when his feet sank into something warm and wet. He stared at the blood welling up between his toes. The stench of iron it gave off nauseated him. There was so much…too much. A sob lodged in his ...

... throat. Memories of Chewie’s tender throat being slit crowded his mind. He blinked back the tears that threatened to spill. “It’s just a fucking dream, moron,” he told himself through clenched teeth. The breeze blew his hair over his face again. Some of it got in his mouth when he took another bracing gulp of air. Raking trembling fingers through his blond hair, he strode forward. Blood squished beneath his steps. He stopped abruptly when he came upon a blood-soaked foot. It lay on its side, pale white streaked in red. It was large foot, though not as big as his, and finely boned. He couldn’t decide if it belonged to a man or a woman. Moving the grass apart, he found that foot attached to a leg. There was another pair of legs twined around it, with smaller daintier feet. Lucien frowned, and knelt to get a closer look. Two bodies, naked and wrapped around each other. They looked as if they had been trying to protect one another. One had long jet-black tresses, the other a mane of iridescent white hair. Two females? He couldn’t tell. There was too much grass in the way. Just as he reached for them, brutal fingers gripped his hair, yanking his head back painfully. The sun blinded him. “Luke, my son,” said a low rasping voice behind him. The smell of rotted flesh had visions of squirmy little maggots filling Lucien’s mind. It was his stepfather - back from Hell. Lucien screamed and thrashed against the fist holding his hair tight. To his shock, he found his hands bound behind his ...