Page 30 of Ivy’s Poison

From behind, fingers forced their way into my vagina. Meth didn’t pay me the courtesy of spit like I had just given him. He groaned, “That’s what I’m talking about. I made you wet.”

While listening to a condom wrapper being opened, I bit down on my lip to not cry out. It was my thoughts of Champ that had dampened my channel. Now, another man was reaping the rewards.

Being pushed forward by the aggressive man, I grunted displeasure as he slammed inside me. He grunted desire, over and over, ramming into me. I couldn’t help the sobs escaping me. I knew the sex was partially consensual, to protect myself, but I couldn’t get past the notion that I was being raped, physically or emotionally. It felt like both. The abuse was suddenly invading a part of my spirit I had kept safe, hidden, for so long.

Numbness to my life was fading.

Champ, unknowingly, broke through my barriers, and now I was utterly exposed.

At the gas station, in the bathroom when I had told Champ he had already killed me, this is what I meant. He had awoken a hope in me for a better life, a hope that was too dangerous to hold on to, but still, it lingered. Now, I had to, helplessly, witness and be fully aware of my own destruction, by others, from the inside out. It was beyond disheartening. So, the tears flowed.

“Jesus, Ivy. Are you trying to ruin this for me?” With one hand, he pushed on the back of my head, forcing me down until my face hit the carpet, and held it there, trying to muffle my sadness. Meanwhile, his legs forced mine farther apart and his other hand held my hips sturdy so he could resume fucking me. “I’m finally in this pussy, and I ain’t stopping.”

Unfortunately, being spread wide open only made more parts of me tantalizing. As he surged in and out, his thumb brushed my own hole. “My turn.”

More tears fell. My lips scratched against the carpet as I said, “This wasn’t part of the deal. I did it to you because you wanted me to.”

His hips ground away as his thumb inserted itself. “Then let’s tell Prez who Jade’s daddy is. Huh?” The thumb went deeper. “How about that?”

My father would’ve killed Jade for having his new enemy’s blood in her veins.

“Nothing to say?” He reared back then treated my vagina as nothing but the hole he viewed it as. I grunted as I partially fell forward, having been fucked so hard I had to fight for balance. It was only a sign of how awful Meth’s pent up anger for not having me for so long was going to be. And I had to take it. What choice did I have? The alternative was Jade’s death.

I did what I felt I had to do—what any mother would’ve done. “Please use lube.”

“I ain’t got that shit lying around.” He now had a finger stroking my anus.

Natural reactions to the penetration had my butt tightening up. The hand forcing my head down went straight to an ass cheek. Whack! I hissed at the pain but refused to stop begging for some sympathy. “Meth, then spit. Don’t take me dry.” Tears soaked the dirty carpet. “I didn’t hurt you,” I screamed the next words because I was desperate to be heard for once, “did I!” I tried to calm myself. “I’m here. You’re fucking me. I kept my word. And I’m giving you whatever you want. Please.”

Mercifully, spit dribbled…

It is monstrous to be forced to allow someone in such a private place of your body. It had been done so many times to me, but this time it felt… personal. I could no longer detach from my body. I think this was because I no longer saw it as mine. I felt I had given my body to Champ, so it felt like I was betraying him as Meth slipped inside my asshole.

How sad. In the past, I had not considered how terribly I was being used or how vicious this stealing of my essence was. But I cared enough for Champ to now see all the blatant disrespect I was given daily. Maybe that made him my hero, after all.

* * *

Slipping into the bedroom I shared with Beth, I was relieved it was dark and quiet. I rested my back against the closed door and tried to mentally wipe clean what Meth had just done to me.

“You okay?”

I jumped, grabbing my chest. “Shit. Yes. She’s sleeping?”

Beth was in the corner, rocking Jade. “Just now.” I slid down the door, drained as could be while staring at the little one who made it all worthwhile. “That bad?”

I shrugged. “I’ve had worse.” That wasn’t a lie. Not properly monitored due to members getting annihilated instead of keeping an ear out for me, I had to have stitches on a couple of occasions. Dad actually let me keep some of the money those times. I saved every penny for an escape I had stupidly planned. It had gone totally wrong. I needed stitches for another reason after that failed attempt. I never tried again and slowly gained Dad’s trust again.

I rested my head on my bent knees.

Beth smiled in the dark. “He’ll call, baby.”

Wincing through pain caused by Meth, I leaned forward to stand. “I need to wash him off me if that’s even possible.” On my feet, feeling so drained, emotionally and physically, I stared at the dresser where my cell was vibrating.

Dad was on the road, Beth was staring at me covering her mouth, and I had no friends. There was only one other who would be calling. Scared tears dripped from my face as I walked toward that phone, hoping to God I was a decent enough human being to experience one of His miracles. My hand violently trembled as I dared to believe…

I blinked away tears so I could see a blocked number. Tapping the green spot on my screen, I then pulled the cell to my ear. My throat went dry as a desert. “Hello?”

“Ivy?”