EroticReverie

- a darker one, not sure if i'll continue it  or how many chapters ill end up writing, or if i'll even keep it up here , but, here ya goooo-

Rosie

"Beautiful, isn't she?" My mother asks as she strokes my and smiles at the circle of men around us. 

"Very." An older man, beside my grandfather smiles at me and winks. 

"I make lovely girls, don't I ?" My mother hums and her manicured nail draws over the thin strap of my gown on my shoulder. 

"You sure do honey" My father says, standing behind me, his hand on my other shoulder. I flinch slightly and my grandfather smiles, because he knows the things their hands have both down to me. Because his have too. 

I look at the boy my age, standing beside who I assume is his father. He looks at me, and he has the same eyes as me. Sad. Empty. Scared. Broken. His name is Will. At least that's what the man beside him says it is. 

"Drink up sweetheart" My mother says as she drops a champagne flute down in front of my face and I lift my hand to take it. The little pill fizzing away in the bottom. The boy my age is handed a matching flute of champagne as his father tells him to drink. 

I can tell it's not his first time either to be given a drink that makes him forget. I wonder if he wakes up as sore as I do after he drinks it. 

The adults smile as and laugh as they make us clink glasses and my mothers finger tips up the bottom of my glass as I lift it to my mouth.

"All of it Rosie." she hums and my eyes stay on the boys, as he drinks his down too. 

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I'm naked, the boy beside me, he's naked too....my mother ontop of him.....and when I look up...the boys father ontop of me, his penis inside of me, the room full of people silently watching. My father behind bright lights and a camera as he records me, records the boy. I start to cry. The man ontop of me reaches over, and I see the syringe, and feel the prick of a needle. My crying turns into a soft whimper, that turns into silence as I go back to sleep. 

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Five years later............

I stand beside Will, his pinky brushing mine as my mother hangs on him, white power caked under her nose. Will's father has his hand on my backside and asks me if I'm ready to play.  I nod obediently and he dips down, his rotten cigar stench making my nose twitch as he kisses shoulder and squeezes my ass. 

Over the past five years. I've seen Will plenty. Always at parties like this. Where our parents would bring us together, and we'd hear them talk about how everyone loved seeing Will and me together. By everyone, she means the people they sell and distribute their videos to. 

They drugged us less and less over the years, sometimes they just got us drunk. Sometimes there was no drugs or alcohol involved at all. And sometimes they fed us ecstasy and me and Will would fuck for hours in front of the camera. 

But soon it would lose it's appeal. Soon we wouldnt be forbidden for them to record. Will and I both prayed that was the case anyways, for our sick parents and their sick friends to lose interest in the famous Rosie and Will of the dark web. Hopefully they'd lose interest in watching us have sex with each other, and other people having sex with us. 

I've lost count of how many men and women I've woken up to touching me or having sex with  me. I've lost count of how many times I've watched stacks of cash placed into my mother or fathers hands right before my vision goes out and I fall asleep. 

Will's father pulls me along and my pinky slips from brushing against Will's and I look over my shoulder. His eyes still the same as they were the frist time I met him. Sad. So sad. I blink three times quickly, before turning away with his father. I love you, I tell him silently. 

Because over the past few years, me and Will had formed a bond. Once the videos of us spread through the underworld, our parents would get us together to film more. The depraved people wanted more of Rosie and Will together. So theyd get us together and drug us and make us have sex with each other. The past few years we saw more of each other than before as people kept demanding more , paying for more of us together.  Money we never saw. Money that went right to our fucked up captors, our own parents. 

We found little bits of happiness, little moments we carved out for ourselves when we were together . We kept in touch through texting and whispered phone calls. We stole secret moments, that couldnt be shared with anyone but each other. We told each other we loved each other last year, that we'd escape this, that one day we wouldnt have to be a part of this world anymore. Will told me he'd get me out, get us both out, that we'd run away together. 

...Will's dad throws me against the wall once we're in my bedroom. Rips my dress. Smacks me. Spits on me. Slaps me again and rips my dress some more until it's in pieces on the floor and then throws me against the wall again, then to the floor. Gets ontop of me and smacks me. And keeps smacking me. 

"I mean , just don't kill her Ronald." I'd heard my mother tell him after the first time Will's dad "Borrowed" me and left me black and blue and with a bloody lip. 

"And don't hit her face so hard. I need her camera ready. You understand." My mother said to him as my father smiled at my busted lip and adjusted his dick. 

I'm fucked in my ass, hard. Crying, screaming as I claw at my carpet. 

I don't tell Will what his father does to me. I let him believe any bruises I get are from other people. Because Will has already tried to kill his father because of me. His father fucked him while making him watch a video of me being used by him and my own father, as well as three other men. His father told him it wasnt smart to love a whore. His father told him nobody could ever love him. The nobody could ever love me. That we were stupid and pathetic, and we were nothing more than jerk bait for men and women.  Will went to his room that night, and stangled him in his sleep. But Will had still been drugged, too weak. Otherwise I think he might have actually killed his father night. But instead, his father was able to fight back. And when I saw Will in person a month later, his nose was a little crooked, and he had a stab wound. His father fucking stabbed him, after beating the shit out of him. 

"This is my fucking ass" Ronald grunts as he keeps slamming himself into my ass. 

"You think i dont know whats going on between you and my son?" He grunts and slaps the back of my head hard and I cry.  "HUH!? YOU THINK I DONT KNOW! YOU DUMB. - slap- FUCKING -slap- CUNT" he yells and then grabs my hair and yanks my head back hard and I scream as my hands go for my head, trying to make him stop.

He pulls out and grabs me, hands gripping hard on my arms as he straddles me, his dick bobbing as he lets go of one hand and slaps down over my face. then his hand comes back for another, backhanding me this time as tears burn my eyes and I grab my face. and he smacks my hands away and then keeps hitting me. 

"STUPID LITTLE BITCH" he spits on me again and keeps slapping me, laughing as I cry and keep trying to block his hands as they crack against my face. 

"You're fucking mine Rosie" he growls and grabs my throat and chokes me hard. 

"SAY IT!" he yells and spits on me again. 

I try to say it. to choke out the words, my face burning as my i struggle to get a single breath of air. Wheezing as he strangles me with both hands, shaking me by my neck as he chokes me out. 

I suck hard and choke on my gasp of air as he throws my neck from his hands and my head hits the floor and then he slides down, groaning ,g rabbing me as I gasp and cough and try to turn over, to crawl away. My body pinned back in place as he thrusts his cock inside of my pussy. Slamming violently. Grunting. Sweating.

"You and me....we're gonna carry on the legacy of Sweet Rosie....im going to breed everyone favorite star....and we're gonna make more...just like you....just like you Rosie, good girls just like you" he groans, cumming inside of me. 

I clsoe my eyes, when minutes later, he's spooning me on the floor, like he didnt just beat the shit out of me and rape me. Like he didnt just tell me he wants me to get pregnant so he can make another fucking version of me suffer this life. I'd rather rip of my fucking uterus with my bare fucking hands than ever bring a fucking child into this world. 

"I'll talk to your parents....we can get the implant removed before our wedding...we can start trying right away, so that way you can have my child inside of you on our wedding day" he says and I tense. 

I feel him smiling against my shoulder, kissing it. 

"didnt they tell you?" he whispers. His finger dragging up and down my arm. 

"you're mine in July." he whispers. "im buying you from them...well....a little echange if you will....a barter...you for Will..." he says and bites my shoulder. 

"i had to pay extra to wed you though....but youll be worth it...you're so worth it Rosie...mmmm youre going to be a wonderful mother....they'll be sluts....just like you" he whispers and reaches around, grabbing my breast. 

I feel like im going to be sick. 

"In July.....you'll be coming to live with me in Italy....Will, will be living here.....he thought he could take you from me....but this has always been the plan.....you've always been mine Rosie.....ever since the first time i took you in the ass in front of that camera." he groans and licks my shoulder. Squeezing my breast as he rubs his cock against my ass. 

"He'll be here, fucking your mother and father....be their toy......and you sweet Rosie....will be pregnant with my child and my wedding ring on your finger....i'll own you sweet Rosie...arent you happy?" he whispers and kisses my shoulder and I close my eyes. 

Did Will know this? Did Will know this was the plan?

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I don't  see Will at all the next few days. Confined to my bedroom, confined to being used by his father. I'm drugged on day three. And wake up to a smiling Ronald, rubbing my stomach. His cum dripping out of me. 

He smiles when he sees my heavy eyes trying to open and he holds something up, my eyes widening. 

"I took it upon myself." He says. 

"If i had known I could remove it so easily, id have done it much sooner baby." He says, holding up my iud by the thread. 

"I took the liberty of giving you plenty of cum to get to started on our first child." 

"Oh, and great news" the dumb delusional psycho says. "I've talked to your parents, we've decided to speed things along. You'll be coming home with me, so we can start our family." he says and keeps rubbing my stomach. 

I shake my head, too drugged up to really speak or move. I just whimper, tears filling my eyes. 

"Shhh, i know, i know, im so happy too. It's okay baby, you're all mine now Sweet Rosie. All mine"