Taken Back Pt. 04

WIth each increase of stimulation she found her mind hazing over and her hips seeking further pressure.

"Does that feel good Skye?" she gasped as his fingers slid further in, the intrusion was soothing. She gave into the urges of her body as he started pumping his fingers in and out of her. She could hear the wet sounds and her cheeks flamed with embarrassment. This was definitely going to set her back in therapy. Michael quickly undid his jeans and pushed them down his legs as he brought himself closer to her, sliding in with ease. Caitlin remained at the table, facing away from them, but Lyndsay knew she could hear them.

Did she think less of her for giving in? Or enjoying it? Michael grabbed her shoulders and began to pull her down to meet his thrusts, his pelvis grinding into hers. A moan escaped past her lips and Michael picked up the pace, the sound of his body pounding into hers echoing off the bare walls. She felt him swell inside her right before releasing himself, filling her with his cum. He stared down at her, and she stared back at him. Doing everything in her power to focus on anything other than how she was feeling. She needed to be blank, so she focused on his nose, following the lines and curvature.

"Clyde said it couldn't be done," he announced suddenly as he slowly withdrew from her body. She kept her mouth closed and tried focus on his pores. He waved a hand in front of her face as he studied her.

"He just needed to put in more effort. My father said Clyde was soft, but I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. Now I see how easily you crumbled. You're just as weak as the rest of them, I see no challenge here." Lyndsay heard his words, blood boiling as they sank in. She kept her reaction under control and he stood, making his way to Caitlin. Lyndsay watched as he stood behind her, slid his hand around his wife, cupping her breasts, squeezing them. Caitlin started panting, head tilting back, eyes closed.

"I don't know why you fight it Caitlin, if you just embraced it you would find so much pleasure." Caitlin's hands clenched into fists but she didn't dare swing. He finally managed to elicit a response from her he patted her head and made his way up the stairs.

"I'd rather die than live this way," Caitlin announced.

"Don't give up hope yet," Lyndsay pleaded, unsure if she was talking to Caitlin or herself.

Clyde smiled as he pulled into the dirt driveway.

"Go ahead and head inside Samson and let Michael know I've arrived." Samson gave one last glance back at his Aunt then with a small nod he hopped out of the car and headed inside.

"There is still time to do the right thing Clyde; let us go, turn yourself in."

"I suggest you keep your mouth shut Emily, your husband-to-be appears to be very strict." Clyde climbed out and opened the back door to pull her out of the car. When his knife appeared she felt her heart race but he simply cut her bonds. He forced her to stand and as she started walking to the cabin, Michael began walking towards them.

The second his eyes met hers Emily felt the blood drain from her face, he was looking at her like she was some prize he'd won. Like she was a wild animal that needed to be tamed. Michael greeted her with a tight hug, pressing way too close for her comfort. When he pulled away he rested an arm across her shoulders and brought her in close as he led her to the house. Clyde followed them into the house where Samson sat on the couch while his two younger cousins started telling him about this wonderful anthill they'd found, but his eyes were on the adults, following them as they headed down into the basement. Abigail locked the door behind them, but her eyes were sad as she did so.

"Hey Ma, can we show Samson where the anthill is?"

"Why dont you let Samson rest, he's had quite a long trip. Maybe after supper he'll be more up for it." Samson nodded and the boys shrugged and went out to play.

"Are you hungry sweetie?" Samson shook his head, he didn't have much of an appetite anymore. He ate only when he was told to, did the chores he was given and waited. His mother would get them out of this. She'd done it before, Clyde never seemed to stop talking about it.

"Samson, you really should try to go out and play. Soak in some of that beautiful sunshine."

"I miss my mom." Abigail sat down beside him on the couch, knees turned towards him so that she could make eye contact.

"It can't be easy being separated from her this long without even being able to talk to her." Samson's eyes began to water and he furiously wiped them away, sniffling as he tried to control the onslaught of tears.

"You really should go play, get your mind off things for a little while." A loud scream echoed from below and Samson trembled.

"Alright, now I'm not giving you a choice. Go play until I call you boys in for supper." Samson took off without another word and Abigail closed the door behind him.

Lyndsay froze as she listened to the sound soft footsteps. She heard the sound of Caitlins chain drag across the cement floor as she got into position. Lyndsay forced herself up and copied Caitlin. Both girls knelt before the staircase, head bowed, hands clasped in their laps. Even once she heard additional footsteps, she kept her head down. They were too heavy to be Samson's which left Emily and Clyde as the only other possibility.

"Lyndsay!" Emily greeted, skipping the last step and kneeling in front of her. But lyndsay didn't respond, she remained still, almost frozen. Emily waved a hand in front of Lyndsay's face but to no avail.

"What have you done?" Emily demanded as she cupped Lyndsay's face, her eyes remained downcast.

"Lyndsay..."

"My name is Skye," Lyndsay muttered as she pulled away from Emily. Emily stood, turned and snarled as she leapt at Michael.

"You son of a bitch!" Michael backhanded her so hard she landed on the floor..

"I better never hear you spout such blatant disrespect every again."

"You must have done something truly awful; how could you leave her at his mercy?" Clyde glanced at his wife, a strange look crossed his face but was gone just as quickly.

"You've been gone much too long dear sister. I trust michael has done only what is necessary to ensure Skye behaves properly. My way was obviously too soft." Clyde had a look of indifference. Emily shook her head sadly before returning to her feet. Michael punched her in the stomach and she doubled over in pain, falling back down where Michael forced her face to the floor by using his boot to press down on the back of her neck.

"I don't recall giving you permission to stand." Emily growled and grabbed his shin but he wrenched her arm up and back, forcing screams past her lips. Lyndsay dug her nails into the palms of her hands. Interfering now would only setback all her progress. She would survive.

"Apologize." Michael ordered, easing his hold.

"Go to Hell." He wrenched her arm again, this time there was a loud pop and Emily screamed then vomited. Michael dropped her arm and it fell to the ground like dead weight.

"Why do you make me hurt you?"

"I-I-I'm sorry," she sobbed.

"I assure you that was unnecessary," Clyde announced.

"Excuse me if i don't take your word for it, Cousin. You haven't exactly had the greatest track record when it comes to discipline." Clyde's jaw went rigid and he glared for several minutes before he spoke.

"Why don't you run upstairs and grab a sheet so we can pop it back in before there is permanent damage." Clyde suggested carefully. Michael smirked and made his way upstairs.

"Skye is not your concern Emily, are you really that at loss with your roots?" demanded Clyde.

"You guys are living in the past, things are different in the world now. You are the sinners, not us!"

"You are very ill sweetheart, poisoned by the exposure of the outside world. They have tempted you, and like Eve you have fallen for their lies." Emily closed her eyes and shook her head.

"No....you are wrong! You have been conditioned, we all have. For generations..." she was cut off when he kneeled and grabbed her under the chin.

"Enough, I do not want to hear anymore of your filth. Your toxicity will be cleansed soon dear sister." He caressed the side of her face with one hand and Michael returned with a sheet. Clyde folded it lengthwise and wrapped it under Emily's arm so that it was resting below her armpit and Michael grabbed Emily's hand. Together they pulled in opposite directions and Emily screamed until it popped again and they let go.

"You cannot break me Michael, I have seen the truth, the world as it should be. Not perfect, but not so evil either." He shook his head right before kicking her. She tasted blood but glared at him in reply.

"I'm afraid my wife has tainted my sister, it seems she has forgotten all the values and manners she was raised with." Clyde announced sadly.

"I believe your wife may finally be cured of that, I am eager to see how long it will take to break Emily." Clyde finally looked at her and what he saw brought a smile to his face. Skye was still staring at the floor, kneeling. She seemed smaller, her shoulders hunched over and he could tell she had lost even more weight.

"Skye, stand please." She stood immediately, eyes still downcast and he pushed her hair from her face.

"I have missed you husband," she greeted as she wrapped her arms slowly around his middle, cautiously as though expecting him to push him away. Instead he wrapped her in an embrace and kissed her forehead.

"It has been too long," he agreed. Lyndsay allowed herself to relax against him, snuggling her face against his chest, tightening her grip, not wanting the embrace to end right away as she used the advantage to look around the room.

"What did you do to my wife?" he demanded, obviously displeased with her appearance as he studied the small scar across her cheek.

"She has proven to be very flexible cousin. She spent most of her time in the trunk." Clyde looked over at the open trunk and his arms tightened around Lyndsay.

"We agreed you would do nothing that could damage her long term."

"She will recover with some time. I can see the struggle you've had, you have the patience of a saint." Clyde released Lyndsay and turned around.

"I will give you time with your new wives...I intend to reunite with my wife as well." He held her hand and pulled her up the stairs, unlocking the door with his keys. The house was empty and after relocking the door Clyde pulled her to the bathroom where he turned on the shower.

"It took me longer than I expected," he confessed as he started to strip off his clothing.

"It was a difficult wait," Lyndsay agreed.

"She had security, one inside, one outside. I shot the first one while he sat in his car watching Netflix on his phone. When the second one came out..." He mimicked the action with his hand and Lyndsay felt cold. Clyde cleared his throat and she undressed, holding her arms nervously in front of her. She was embarrassed at the sight of her half starved, malnourished body. She felt hideous and even though she didn't want him staring at her with eyes filled with lust, part of her pride couldn't stand the thought of him seeing her so weak and vulnerable.

"I have seen you naked more times then I care to count, what have I told you about covering yourself from my eyes?"

"I'm sorry, it's that I am getting cold." His face softened as he leaned forward and turned on the bath water, testing to make sure it was warm enough before he started to unbutton his shirt.

"Climb in darlin, let the water warm yah right up." She climbed in and hugged her knees to her chest. He let his shirt fall to the floor revealing his naked torso. Lyndsay caught herself staring, it had been a very long time since she'd studied the sight of him naked. He had a long torso, a small trail of hair peeking just above the button of his jeans, only bringing more attention to where the small path led. With all the work he did around the house, the farm he was in magnificent shape and it hurt Lyndsay that the sight of him had this effect on her. Spending the last 6 weeks with Michael had helped Lyndsay to grow a new appreciation for Clyde. She dug her nails into her palm, forcing the thoughts away as she focused her eyes on watching the water pour out of the faucet.

"It's not a sin for you to gaze upon your husband Skye," he announced, his voice low with a slight growl to it. Lyndsay bit the inside of her cheek, using the sharp pain to help her focus her thoughts. She felt like she was balancing dangerously close to the edge. There was a part of her that wanted to give up and it was growing bigger as the days dragged forward. She found herself starting to dismiss the nagging voice in the back of her mind that was telling her to fight, to remember her strength. Clyde finished undressing, grabbed a small bottle from beneath the sink and Lyndsay closed her eyes as she felt Clyde climb in behind her, shifting so that he had a leg to either side of her. She jumped when his hands rested on her shoulders.

"Relax Skye, i'm going to massage this oil into your joints and hopefully that and the heat will help you loosen up." She had to admit, the water felt amazing on her aching body. Clyde went on to tell her about his face off with his sister and pointed at the wound she had given him with her gun. Lyndsay stared at the wound, unsure exactly how to feel considering she'd taken Emily to the gun range dozens of times and her aim was flawless. She had to have pulled at the last second to miss that far. 'She didn't want to kill him,' Lyndsay realized. And how could anyone honestly expect her to? Clyde's hands gripped her shoulders tightly and she groaned as his fingers dug into the knots in her shoulder blades. While he helped to loosen the tension all she could hear was the sound of the water lapping up against the side of the tub.

"May I ask you a question without you being upset with me?" Clyde's fingers stopped and she cringed as his grip tightened.

"I will try to control my temper, but sometimes you have the gift of bringing out the worst in me."

"When will our guests be leaving?"

"You mean to ask when will Samson be leaving?" She braced for the worst as she nodded. She needed to know her timeline.

"Abigail plans to take the boys after Michael and Emily are wed. Which will be tomorrow after the baptism."

"Will I be permitted to say goodbye? Or at least write him a letter before he goes?"

"That depends on you Sweetheart. Lean forward," he instructed. And when she did he was able to start on her lower back. He was firm but gentle and Lyndsay found her body relaxing and she started feeling more and more relaxed. And then his fingers worked their way around to the front of her body, taking his time before reaching up and gently cupping her breasts, pulling her back so that her back was resting against his chest and she could feel that even though she felt ugly, Clyde's body disagreed. He kissed her neck slowly, gently nibbling as he moved his way across her shoulder.

He lightly pulled on her nipples before leaving them to the mercy of the cold room. Lyndsay gasped at the sensation and Clyde chuckled as he turned her around so that she was straddling his waist, the length of him pressed up against her. She moaned as she felt a building pressure low in her gut and she rested her hands on his shoulders and slid her hips up and down his shaft, the water sloshing up with the movement. She heard the sound of the tub suddenly draining, he'd pulled the plug with his feet.

"Does that feel good darlin?" He leaned forward and took one breast into his mouth bringing a small cry from her lips. Lyndsay ground her hips harder, as she felt the edge of his head rub against her clit. Clyde could feel her thighs squeeze as her breath quickened. He grabbed her hips and smashed his groin up against hers until causing her to bounce just slightly and soon she arched her back and let out a wild cry as her nails dug into his skin and she trembled atop of him. As she came down from her state of euphoria she smiled at him through her post orgasm haze and had just a few moments of bliss before she felt him shift her weight and in one thrust he was inside her. Despite being in the rapidly declining water he entered her with no problem, her cum having lubed the way.

"Do you love me Skye?" Lyndsay nodded but he lifted her chin so that she was forced to stare into his eyes as he slowly lifted her up and down his hard member. Her body started to shake as she noticed the depth of his eyes. He seemed to be staring deep into her soul with just that one gaze.

"I want to hear you say it."

"I love you," she replied immediately as she started shifting her hips so that she was riding him, his hands squeezed her hips harder as he pulled her down every time she lifted up. But he was slamming her down, water splashing over the side of the tub; but he didn't care. He was staring up at her, jaw twitching as he shook his head.

"Say 'I love you husband'" he demanded.

"I love you husband," she parroted. His lips puckered and the corner of his eye tweaked a little.

"Again," he growled, enclosing his hand around the back of her neck and forcing her forward to coerce her into a kiss. She pressed her lips into his, gently pulling on his lower lip with her teeth before he could do the same to her. If he wanted to be primitive when they made love, two could do that.

Clyde snarled as he bent his knees, the water almost gone and despite the chill Lyndsay's body felt on fire as he bounced her up and down with the strength of his hips until she clutched him desperately as she convulsed around him so tightly he climaxed only a few minutes behind her, filling her. She collapsed against him, panting as Clyde rubbed the small of her back.

"I never want to spend that long away from you again. I thought those ten years were hard on me but after having you again and leaving again. It was a lot harder than I expected." Clyde confessed. Lyndsay's heart swelled at his words, he'd really missed her. She hadn't thought she meant that much to him anymore. Not since before she'd killed his family.

"Emily told me the truth Skye, about what happened to Christopher that night...that it was her. That Ruth was the one who stabbed Georgie, and Mama died because of an allergic reaction. Why did you lie to me?"

It took Lyndsay several long minutes before she managed to catch her breathe long enough to answer him.

"Would you have believed me if I had told you the truth?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper. He tensed for a few seconds before letting out a long held breathe.

"You are right. But if you hadn't left, none of those things would have happened. We would have several more kids as well." With that he brought his hand forward to rub her abdomen affectionately as he thought about what may be possibly growing inside her as he spoke. Lyndsay could only hope the birth control she'd been on took longer to leave her system. She loved Samson, she never regretted following through with having him. But the last thing she really wanted was pregnancy to be added to the list of things hindering their escape.

"Perhaps God will be forgiving and bless us with more." Lyndsay managed to murmur, bile rising in the back of her throat as the words left her mouth. Clyde kissed her forehead and smiled.

"You are right, we must think of the future darlin. Let's get dried off and find some baptism gowns." Despite the spasm in her thigh she pulled herself up and climbed out of the tub, grabbing herself a towel and passing one to Clyde. They both dried off, wrapped in a towel and sprinted to his bedroom with their dirty clothes bunched in their arms.

"Remind me to add robes to the shopping list," Clyde announced as he made his way to the closet. An earsplitting scream rang out and Lyndsay trembled, torn between wanting to rush downstairs and stop whatever was happening and knowing she had to stay put and put on a smile and attempt to bluff her 'husband'. While her impulses battled within her, the constant feeling of uncertainty was starting heighten.