EroticReverie

Everleigh Nova Lovelyn

They say most people don't remember what happens during the time their under the influence of the date rape drug I was given by my step father. I don't. The only reason I know exactly what happened is because the bastard sent me a video of it. After the divorce was finalized, his dumbass sent me proof of what he'd done to me. I watched it. Entirely. One time. Before deleting it. 

......three years ago......

"Just relax. I won't say anything to your mother." Grady assures me as my  body sags against him. I was on his lap, his hands on my waist, my back to his chest, my head fighting to lift, but falling back as I mumble something that I couldn't make out. 

"yes, just lay your head back sweetheart, there we go" he hums as his hands slip over my stomach and up my tank top, his hands sliding up over my smaller breasts, a smile on his face as I try to move but am clearly unable to. 

"yes, these are nice." he says, his thumbs rubbing my nipples into points through the thing fabric of my tank top. 

" I bet Alexander likes these just as much as I do." he says to me. His eyes lifting to one of the cameras. 

"I bet all the men i'll show you to, will as well." he says and then slides his hands down to the hem of my tank top and lifts it up, above my breasts. 

"Oh, look at those sweet little things" he says. His hands sliding beneath my breasts, which couldnt have been more than a small b cup at the time. 

"yes" he groans as he pushes my tits together, making them creates a small line of cleavage.

"Arent those just the prettiest little tits i've ever seen" he says as he pulls at my nipples, tugging them with a groan as I whimper and squirm just barely.

"sweet young thing like you....you'll make good money for me...make you a little whore....just like your mother..." he says and slaps my breast and my body jerks. He chuckles as his hand slides down right into my panties. 

"what a good girl....shaving your cunt...men like that you know....they like their toys without all that hair....what a nice little pussy....mmm..." he hums as his hand moves in my panties, making me squirm as my mouth falls open.

"yeah, that feels good, doesnt it?" he asks. 

"Does Alex touch your sweet little pussy? Does he make you cum? I bet he loves having a little whore sneaking into his room every night...you fuck him, hmm? do you fuck my son with your horny little cunt?" 

He slides me off his lap and onto the couch, my body falling like a limp noodle as he pulls my panties off and down my legs and spreads me wide. 

"oh thats fucking sweet, look at you, such a pretty girl" he says and dips down, dragging his tongue through my pussy lips and groans. 

"Oh thats good, yeah, that's a real good pussy, you're being such a good girl for me" he groans and I watched him on the footage, as he licked me slowly, taking his fucking time , stroking my thighs and eating me out, pushing his face into my pussy, pushing his tongue inside of me. My moans filling the room in between half spoken protests. 

"alex..ander" I try to call out. I could tell watching myself, I didnt want it to happen. I was trying to call to him, to have him help me. 

"shhhh , now now, just be quiet and let me eat your pussy Everleigh....you like your pussy eaten, don't you? All you little whores love it." he says and goes back to licking at my pussy. 

Im barely moving, but I moan. And I hate that I'd done it, even if was the drugs, even if it was nothing other than being manipulated into enjoying it. I still hated it, even to this day. I hate that I didnt have some magic fucking tolerance to a date rape drug that would have kept me from moaning like a slut while my step father ate me out in his office. 

"yes, what a good girl." he groans after I cum, and flips me over onto my stomach and unbuttons his shirt, pulling it off, removing his pants and stroking himself, before pulling by my ankles, down the couch, till my hips lay on the arm of the the couch and my legs dangle over the side, my toes barely reaching the floor as Im flopped face down on the couch. 

He spreads my ass and spits. Once. Twice. Then pushes against the head of his cock against my tightest entrance. 

"Oh sweetheart,this might hurt a little" he groans and I scream as his hands grab my hips and he pushes himself into my ass. 

But my scream comes out barely there, i cant fight, i cant scream even to save myself as he rapes me slowly. Shoving himself deeper bit my bit, taking it out, spitting again and again, till he's working himself all the way into me. Grunting as he thrusts and says filthy fucked up things as he goes faster, harder. My body laying there over the arm of the couch. Completely still as he uses me for over an hour. Taking small breaks, smoking a cigar inbetween rounds of violating me. I dont know why he never chose to use my pussy. I guess, I had that much to be grateful for. Maybe it was the fact he didnt want to get me pregnant. Liked having his bare perverted cock inside of me. Liked going ass to mouth too much to bother with my pussy. 

I watched him use me for two and a half hours. I was only awake for thirty minutes of it. And I dont even remember that. I dont remember the beginning nor the middle nor the end. I barely remember more than walking into that office terrified and the drink he handed me. 

Two and half ours into it, theres a knocking on the office door, and my mothers voice calling his name as he thrusts into my ass for the sixth time that night. 

That's where the video had ended. Even though I know what he forced her to watch. After beating her and making her watch, tied to his chair at his desk with a gag in her mouth. 

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We don't talk about it anymore. We've both talked about it enough in therapy, and my mother has only just stopped apologizing to me for something that wasn't her fault, and that I didnt blame her for. The next day she'd had me pack my things and we were gone. 

I never told her Grady found a way to get in contact with me, and send me that video. Never told her he showed up at my job, acting like he didnt even know me, only to sit in the coffee shop for hours just to taunt me.  And to repeat this, every month till I was forced to find a new job. But he'd found me again at the restaurant I worked at. Requesting my section every time. Talking to me like he wasnt a monster, like he had no idea who i was, other than his waitress. 

I could kill that fucking man. But he wasn't worth it. He'd already ruined my life and my mothers, and his own sons enough. I wouldnt let him ruin mine anymore than he already, or my mothers. So killing him, wasnt an option. I wasnt sure I was capable of it anyways. 

It's been a few months and I havent seen him, because I didnt look for another job. I was sick of seeing him. Sick of being reminded of what he did, sick of living with my abuser stalking me. I was sure he knew where we living, and I should probably have told my mother long ago what he'd been doing, but as long as he wasnt upsetting HER, i'd deal with it. He wasnt forcing himself on me, just being a sick fuck , enjoying himself by watching me squirm in his presence. 

then...Alexander happened...running into him wasn't expected. What he'd done to me...felt worse than what his father had done to me and my mother. Because,...he promised. To always love me. Always take care of me. Never hurt me. But he didnt love me anymore. He definitely did not take care of me. And he hurt me. Purposely. Just like his father had. 

My mother leaves for work as I sit at the table, scrolling through my phone, not even five minutes go by after she's left when there's a knock on the apartment door. 

I get up and walk over, sighing, figuring it's crazy old Margaret down the hall telling us to keep out cat inside out apartment. We don't even have a fucking cat. 

"Margaret, we don't have a-" I say opening the door, not even looking out the peep hole first. 

My jaw clenches as I stare up at Alexander. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" I ask him. 

"I need to talk to you." He says , hands shaking and lifting up a flash drive. 

"What is that?" I ask. 

"Videos." he says and my heart drops, and I feel nauseous. 

"of...what?" I ask. 

"Your mother........you." he says and I just stare at him. 

"Nova...I'm so sor-"

"Dont...dont you dare apologize to me after what you did." I say, tears flooding my eyes. 

"You dont get to apologize AFTER the fact. AFTER finding out what he did. You dont get to apologize for treating me in a way you never should have in the first fucking place." I say and go to slam the door and his hand pushes at it. 

"Please....let me in...let me talk to you.." he says. 

I shake my head. 

"I dont want to talk to you...I dont even want to fucking look at you." I say. Which, was a big fat fucking lie. Because I still loved him. I always would. Because at one point he was mine. Everything I wanted. He was going to be my future, my husband. We weren't sure how at the time, being that our parents were married, but we knew we were in love, and would only ever be in love with each other. And god, I hated how right fifteen year old Everleigh was. Because id never love anyone the way I loved him. Even if part of me hated him now. I'd loved him so completely in those two years. I'd even loved him for the three after what his father had done. Id loved him up until a week ago, when he'd been cruel and broke the heart he promised he never would. When he almost forced himself on me in the same way his father had. When he'd made me bleed on his fingers , which wasnt any better. 

"Please Nova" he says. "please" he begs. He's shaking. Surely out of his mind with his discovery. Good. Let him suffer. I'd wanted to protect him from it even when he'd been so callous with me at the party. It wasn't till his fingers viciously pushed into my pussy that I'd changed my mind about protecting him from his fathers bullshit. I still wasn't able to tell him though. He needed to find out for himself. It wasn't up to me to put together the pieces of the puzzle for him. If he cared enough, he'd figure it out. 

"I didnt know." he says. 

"Now you do." I say. "Goodbye Alexander." I go to close the door and he steps inside. 

"get out" I say shoving at him but he pushes in and closes the door behind me.

"Get out!" I yell. 

"Nova stop, please, just let me talk to you, please" he begs and I back up. 

"he's dead to me" he says. I lift my chin. 

"As you are to me." I say. 

"Dont say that, dont fucking say that Nova" he says and takes my face in his hands and I want to push his hands away but I just cry with my face in his palms.

"you...promised" I barely get the words out.

"you fucking promised" I cry harder and he lowers his face, pressing his forehead to mine. 

"I know." he exhales, shaking his head, his forehead moving against mine. 

"I know Nova...I broke my promise to you...and I'll never deserve for you to forgive me....I know that...i fucking know that." he says. 

"Id have never hurt you....ever." I cry as I look up at him and he looks at me, thumbs swiping my running tears. 

"I know that." he says. 

I shake me head. "No...you know that now...after you've seen what a fucking nightmare your father is and what he hid from you....you didnt believe me...you believed i would leave you...by choice." 

"why didnt you tell me?" he cries , tears falling. "I could have done something" 

"because if we told you....he'd hurt my mother...or me....and...and...maybe he wouldnt have...not really...but it wasnt a risk i willing to take....or my mother..." I say and he keeps wiping my tears. 

"Nova...what's on those videos.....we can put him where he belongs." He says and I shake my head. 

"I dont want anyone seeing those." I say. 

"Nova....he sells them. They're everywhere on the dark web." he says, and I swallow hard. I was pretty sure of that already. While I had no confirmation. But there's only one reason a man records himself molesting a raping his fifteen year old step daughter, and his wife. Or promises his step daughter while recording that other men are going to love watching her lifeless body get fucked.

"I dont want ...other people...seeing them....I dont want to have to sit in a court room while this shit is given as evidence...and my mother is in a good place...i dont want her to have go through dealing with the mess of a legal battle she has no money for." I say. 

"Wheres the money that she got from the divorce, we can use that, I've got money, I'll foot the costs...but i dont think we need much fucking help, when this incriminates him a hundred percent." he says and holds the flash drive in his hand. 

"when did you find out?" I ask as I look at him holding it. 

"today...this morning....i asked him about you...told him i ran into you at a party....he...he refused to answer any questions about you...or your mother....all he did was change the subject...so i started searching around....not even sure what I was looking for or where to look....i went through your bedroom, seeing if there were any clues as to what the hell happened, i went through the boxes in the storage of your and your mothers things you left behind and there was nothing...every day he was gone at work, i spent the entire time searching for something, anything, going through his library. Breaking into his fucking office and searching that, through files and books and the shelves. I had to pay a guy just to break in through this computer and crack his password so I could look there too. Nothing..I found nothing till I found the safe." he says. 

"Under his desk....in the floor.....under the rug......he has several of these." he says as he lifts the flash drive again. 

"I watched one. Already knowing enough to be sick. Seeing him, and other men, with women...with younger women...." he says as if he cant bring himself to say the truth. Girls. Not younger woman. I was just a girl, still legally a child when he'd raped me. 

"I figured...that was why your mother left...she found these...or found out what he was doing...but then...i was putting the flash drive back, when I saw this one." He says, holding the flash drive up again, turning the label towards me. My initials, and date of three years ago on the side. 

I want to throw up. 

"How much did you watch?" I ask. 

"Only enough to see him drug the drink...and hand it to you...I.....I don't want to know what happened." He says. 

Fucking coward. 

"Why? Cause you did the same thing to me?" I ask, gritting my teeth. 

"Nova I..." he stops and shakes his head. "You're right...I'm not any better." 

But yet, he was here, remorseful and sorry as he could be. He'd believed me enough to search for answers , and I guess that was all something. Not enough to absolve him of what he did, but it made him better. At least by a little bit. 

"You what the worst part is?" I ask and he looks at me. 

"That there's no going back....that you've believed for years that I was the  reason you were heart broken....that I left you on purpose....that you never believed any of the promises I made to you....but me? I believed every single one you made....I believed you, with all of my heart Alexander. I loved you more than you loved me. You didn't love me enough, yet you promised me you loved me more than anything." I say. 

"I did" he croaks. "I still fucking do." he says and I shake my head. 

"Now you're just lying to me and that's just as mean as what you did to me at that party." I say and he looks at me. 

"I love you. So fucking much. I was angry with you. For what I thought was the truth. I broke my promise, because yes....I wanted to hurt you back. Because I still fucking loved you, even after what I thought you and your mother had done to us. It's a shit fucking excuse for what I did, and I know there isnt one good enough for laying my hands on you, or talking to you like that, or...treating you like that." he says.

"Don't ever tell me I dont love you Nova." he says and I shake my head. 

"I dont have to....you proved it with the way you treated me. What you did to me. You dont do that to someone you love...no matter how mad at them you are." I say and he presses his forehead back to mine. 

"Nova...tell me what to do...i dont know what to do....or what to say." 

"That's what happens when theres nothing left to be said...or left to do." I say. 

"so that's it? we let him make both of our lives fucking miserable? he wins huh?" he asks. 

"Only I get to blame him.....you did what you did to me at that party all on your own...you dont get to play the victim with me...you made your fucking bed..lie in it." I say and he exhales and his hands slide down my cheeks to my neck, his thumbs pushing my jaw up, making me look up at him. 

"I shouldve kept my promise to you." he says. 

"i shouldve loved you better. harder. with more faith in your promises than I had. I was stupid...I believed what he told me Nova...I believed every fucking word...i didnt even fucking question it...but i should have...when you changed your phone number, left me with no way contact you....i should have fucking known better...because...you loved me Nova....didnt you baby?" he whispers and I look in his eyes as his mouth hovers over mine. 

"and what about now? do you still love me?" he asks and his mouth hovers even closer.

"it doesnt matter" I force myself to breathe and he lets his lips all but brush against mine. 

"the fuck it doesnt Nova..do you love me still or not?" he asks. 

"you dont deserve my love, you never did" I say and he groans. 

"i dont disagree...and i never will....not after the way i treated you at the party...after what I did to you....i dont deserve a single fucking bit of it...but you'll love me still....because you promised me you would....didnt you?" he asks and I hate him even more right now, throwing it in my face. 

"you're a bastard" I say and he licks his tongue along my lower lip and my mouth parts as I breathe hard and he takes my lip between his teeth and bites down. 

"you might not forgive me....and i know i wont forgive myself.....but we love each other anyways Nova...dont we baby?" he asks and I whimper. 

"you hurt me" I say as he dips his mouth down and kisses on my neck, my eyes rolling back, and I pant as I feel his mouth kiss me like it once did, his hands sliding down over my breasts and back up, pushing his palms over them before sliding them back down to my waist as I groan as he whispers new promises on my skin.

"i promise ill never do it again...i promise to love you more than you love me....i promise to never let anything bad ever happen to you again...i promise to spend the rest of our lives proving how fucking sorry i am, and how much i regret being such a fucking bastard to you" he whispers and brings his mouth to my ear.

"And i promise, he'll pay for what he did...to you....to your mother....and every other woman on those vidoes.....that....i fucking promise....whether or not you choose to let me start over with you....whether or not you allow me to prove to you how fucking wrong i was...and how much i regret every day of the three years i spent believing my girl would ever break her promises to me..." he groans and kisses my neck again. "either way....i promise he'll suffer for what he's done." 

"tell me you still love me....tell me i can taste your mouth...." he groans and kisses my neck, his hands sliding up my side, over my breasts and I moan as they slip back to my neck and tip my head up, making me look him in the yes.

"tell me youre still mine Nova" he says, and its more a hopeful request than it is a demand. 

"first..." I say. "we make him pay." 

"you can taste me again when he pays for what he did , what he did  to me, what he did to my mother, you can taste me when you keep that promise." I say, even if my lips burn for his, and I want nothing more than to be reminded of his lips on mine all those nights, or our bodies against each other. 

"nova." he whispers.

"not a second sooner" I say, with all the resolve I can possibly manage. Because I might be a fucking fool to still love him, but Id be damned if I let myself be a fool that let him off the hook for the way he acted or what he did. 

"He pays." He says and I nod. 

"He pays." I nod back.