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I sat up in bed, listening to the silent air and gentle chirp of crickets to make sure my parents were completely asleep.

I stood, going over to my closet and putting on a pale pink tank top, black shorts, and a long black coat. I put my burner phone and my fake ID in my pocket, lacing up my low-heel boots. I stood in front of my mirror, styling my hair into twintails.

The door slowly creaked open. I winced and stilled, listening again for any noise. I breathed a sigh of relief and closed the door.

The floorboards creaked a bit as I walked down the corridor, but the stairs were a nightmare. I was glad I could navigate the stairs, if anything. I approached the front door, reaching for the knob. I jumped at a noise behind me. A soft bark.

I slowly, inch by inch, turned by head back towards the couch, where Sebastian lay. His head was up, and his dark eyes bore into my soul.

Now I was fucked . If I moved at all, he might start barking and wake my parents. I could hear my heart pounding, it felt deafening.

He sniffed the air, stared at me, then lowered his head and closed his eyes again. He didn’t budge as I cautiously opened the door, closing and locking it behind me.

I walked towards the manor gates, nodding at one of the guards, who opened it for me.

With a relieved sigh, I walked to a bus stop right outside London, illuminated by a blinking streetlight. I sat on the bench, crossing my legs.

What if I’m forgetting something? My brow furrowed. I have my phone, my wallet, my fake ID, what else do I need?

After a half hour, a bus approached, stopping in front of me. It was empty, save for the driver. I sat in the back of the bus, silently gazing out the window as the bus started moving.

I looked at the late night lights of London with a faint smile. I watched empty stops pass by as we got further into the city.

The bus stopped and someone came on. I glanced at the door and went pale. One of Vincent’s friends, Diedrich. I grimaced, trying to avoid eye contact. That’s what I forgot. My bear spray.

He scoffed, sitting a few meters away. “What’s the Phantomhive brat doing out so late?”

“None of your business,” I muttered.

“Oh yeah? Want me to tell your father?”

I went pale, shaking my head rapidly.

“That’s what I thought. So tell me.” He glared. “Wherever you’re going, I’m sure he’d kill you if he caught you there.”

I clenched my fists. “I’m going to Brighton.”

He went quiet for a beat before he laughed, slapping his thigh. “Oh, I was right!”

I scowled, looking out the window and ignoring him the rest of the way to Brighton, getting off at the stop and watching the bus drive off. I glared at the window he was in, flipping him off.

I glanced towards the crowd. Even in the middle of the night, the place bustled with people barely twice my age. I pushed through the crowd, muttering small apologies as I got into an alleyway that was mostly empty, save for a dumpster and a small group of teens smoking weed behind it. 

I looked at the other side of the alleyway at a building with a flickering pink sign. The sign read DUCHESS in bold lettering, the double Venus symbol next to it. I gulped, approaching it.

I opened the door reluctantly, peeking inside. There was no evidence of a bouncer like I expected. If there was, I paid them no mind, because I was focused on something else; the biggest pair of tits I’ve seen in my entire thirteen years on this planet.

I was practically drooling at the sight, especially due to the strapless dress that barely contained them. I looked up, only slightly, and made eye contact with a crimson eyed woman with a black bob. She beckoned me inside with a gloved finger.

Oh god oh god. Is she natural? Is that possible?! God, they look so soft…

I gulped, hands clasping together as I walked inside, warily approaching her. She sat at a high table, with an empty chair across from her. I maintained eye contact as I lifted myself onto the chair.

She rested her chin on her hand. “Oh my. A bit young to be here, aren’t you?”

My voice wavered as I spoke. “I-I’m twenty-one.”

It would be so easy to pull her top down.

She leaned in. “You look barely twelve.”

I whimpered as she got close enough for me to smell her perfume. She leaned even closer to whisper into my ear, “How old are you? Really?”

“Thirteen…” I murmured.

“Oh my, what’s a little girl like you doing here? This is no place for a vulnerable young lady…”

“I-I just… Just… Um…” My mouth went dry.

Her tits… God, they’re so soft, I can just tell!

“Just what?” She grabbed my face, squishing my cheeks as she looked down at me. “ Words , princess.” Her top slipped down. Ever so slightly. I saw a very faint outline of pink.

My face heated, thighs squeezing together. “I-I—!”

She narrowed her eyes. “My eyes are up here, sweetie. You’re far too young to be looking for hook-ups.”

I shuddered. “Yes, m-momm— M-Ma’am…” My speech slurred as I corrected myself. 

She made no effort to hide her amusement. “Oh my… How about I buy you a drink?” She let go of my face and stood, going towards the bar and talking with the bartender, returning with a strawberry cocktail and a glass of water. “Here.”

I looked up at her, lips parted as I gently took the cocktail, sipping it hesitantly. I made a face at the harsh burn, yet took a bigger sip. I stared at her chest as she sat back down.

Am I imagining or is that… Her nipple…?

She smirked, pulling her top all the way down.

I let out a strangled, high-pitched gasp, face heating up rapidly. Blood rushed to my face, then to my crotch. I could feel my panties getting stickier with each passing second. Seconds felt like minutes, I was entranced . I stared at the silver rings on her nipples, their soft pink hue, the way the flesh squished so easily against her hand… Before I had the chance to fully process what she’d done, she fixed her top, putting a finger to her lips.

I finished half of my cocktail and all of my water while avoiding her gaze, not saying a word to her. After one final sip of alcohol, I got up, waving goodbye as I speedwalked out of the place, going to the bus stop. 

As I sat down on the rusty bench, I sighed and looked at the faded sign.

NO BUS SERVICE 12:00-5:00

I huffed, looking at my phone. 12:15. Fuck… It didn’t help that my vision was fuzzy and that my legs felt like jelly.

I dialed a number, speech slurred as I spoke. “Cousin Edward…?”

****

Edward’s car pulled up after almost an hour. He got out, helping me stand up and walk the short distance to his car. “Christ, Ciel, how much did you drink…?”

I mumbled incoherently. “Didn’t finish one…”

“And you’re like this?” He sighed. “Your first night out and you got roofied.”

I shook my head. “Did not .” I buckled my seatbelt, staring at him. “Please don’t tell my dad.”

I got roofied.

He got into the driver’s seat, starting the car back up. “I would never, I hate him as much as you do.”

He drove me home in silence, nodding at the same guard who opened the gate for me earlier.

I got out and limped to the front door, unlocking it quietly. I tiptoed inside, glancing at Sebastian, who wordlessly stared at me.

I made my way upstairs, until a sharp voice cut through the silence.

“Now where do you think you’re going?” Vincent’s voice came from the other half of the couch, which was completely dark, to the point I didn’t even see him.

I froze. I could feel my heartbeat in my ears. My hand trembled, my eyes beginning to water. I turned towards him, flinching as he roughly yanked the pull chain of the table lamp, illuminating his face. He was pissed.

“Diedrich told me where you went. I thought we already discussed this.”

Fat tears rolled down my cheeks, throat burning as I tried to hold back from sobbing. That dirty German dog, I’m gonna fucking kill him!

He stared at me. “My office. Now .”

I shook my head, choking out a meek, “No.”

He narrowed his eyes. Shit .

“Um, I-I mean–”

“You’re not getting out of it that fucking easy.” He smirked. “Your mother happens to be out tonight. We have the house to ourselves, little girl. Brace yourself. ”

I flinched again as he approached the stairs, coming up to the step I was on and making a fist in the back of my hair, dragging me down the hall into his study.

I whimpered as he slammed the door shut and forced me to bend over his desk, holding me down by the side of my head. He yanked out each hair tie holding my twintails in place, tangling his hand in my hair and pulling hard. “What, you were looking for some older woman to fuck you?” he spat, leaning in close to my ear.

“N-No, I–!”

“Don’t. Fucking. Lie . To me.” He forced me to turn towards him and slapped my cheek, then backhanded my other. I sobbed quietly as he roughly unbuttoned my jacket and threw it aside, scoffing at the clothes I wore under it. “Slut.” He removed the rest of my clothes, locking his mouth on my left breast, harshly sucking and biting while slapping the other one. He pulled away after a while, switching to the other one. 

Once they were both swollen from bites, he manhandled me onto the desk, my back hitting the hard wood. It knocked the wind out of me, taking any possible words out of my mouth. He unzipped his pants, lining himself up and slamming into me with little prep or warning. He dragged out each thrust, making sure I got wet before he sped up, brutally and relentlessly pounding into me.

My breath caught in my throat as he grabbed my waist with a grip hard enough to bruise. He lifted me up, slamming me back onto the desk. I hit my head on the hard surface and coughed, blacking out.

I don’t know how much time passed before I came to, but when I did, I was bent over the desk and he was pounding my ass. I felt warm liquid dripping from both my pussy and my ass, there was dried cum on my chest, face, and stomach, and I still had the awful aftertaste in my mouth. I sobbed, no more tears able to come from my eyes.

He grabbed my hips, whispering in my ear. I couldn’t hear him over my own heart pounding. I could barely breathe, I was in so much pain.

He released his seed in me again, pulling out and watching me collapse on the floor. He scoffed, fixing his pants and walking away. “Pathetic…”

I crawled into my room, pulling a blanket off my bed and curling up under it, shutting my eyes tight and rocking myself to sleep.

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I looked up as I was nudged awake the next morning. Mommy looked down at me, concerned.

“Baby… What happened…?”

My heart wrenched. She couldn’t know what Vincent was doing. It’d break her heart, and it would be all my fault. But how else was I to explain the state I was in; lying naked on the floor, my chest and neck covered in bites, and fluid leaking out of my ass and pussy?

“I had sex,” I blurted.

She gasped. “B-But you’re still so young…” She looked like she was about to cry. “You consented, right?”

I hesitated a beat too long. “... Yes.”

She looked down at me, reaching for a hug but pausing, pulling her arms away. “Sweetie…”

I pulled her into a hug, trying to choke back tears. I could tell that she knew something was up, but she didn’t pry. She just held me as I sobbed.

Sebastian rushed in, sniffing me and licking my face. I giggled sadly, petting his face.

They couldn’t know. I wouldn’t let them. I’d let Vincent torture me endlessly as long as they were unaware and unharmed.

I’d do anything for them.

Anything.

I trembled as I stood up. Her eyes roamed over each bruise.

“Let’s… Let’s clean you up, baby…” She helped me into the bathroom, running a warm bath. She rolled up her sleeves, checking my body for any bleeding wounds. “What happened, Ciel…? W-Was it…” She trailed off, tears welling up in her eyes.

I shook my head rapidly. “No, mommy. Daddy would never hurt me like that…” I felt awful lying to her.

“He would never, he would never,” she murmured to herself under her breath, “he would never.” She looked back up at me sadly. “You don’t have to say it if you don’t want to, but…”

I cut her off. “I don’t want to, mommy.”

She sighed, helping me into the bath and gently scrubbing my body. Her touch was gentle on my bruises, and I could tell she was struggling not to cry. So was I.

She finished washing my body and sighed, sitting next to the bathtub. “I love you, princess.”

“I love you too, mommy.” That horrible feeling in my stomach. Not quite what I felt when Vincent touched me, it was much more enjoyable, and I hated that. I hated to feel that way about her .

She brushed her hands through my hair, squeezing her eyes shut. Once again, the repeated, “he would never,” came from her mouth. She knew, I could tell. But she hoped it was something else. She prayed it was something else. She didn’t want to admit that the man she married was disgusting. I don’t blame her. It’s not her fault, but she’ll feel like it is.

She helped me out of the bath, covered the bruises with cute clothing. A high neck blouse, a knee length skirt, black socks, and lace-up boots. She brushed my hair gently, kissing me on top of the head and letting out quiet sobs.

I followed her out to the car and she drove into town. She took me to small boutiques, a gesture typically reserved for special occasions, or when she needed to apologize for something. She did it once when I was four, and Sebastian bit me. It wasn’t her fault, but she felt guilty. Guilty for getting a big dog in a family with a small child. I knew what she was apologizing for. She knew I knew. We didn’t discuss.

She took me to lunch, too. We ate in silence.

Even in a situation like this, where she felt too guilty to even talk, I was happy to be near her.

****

She stayed by my side until she tucked me in for bed. She kissed me on top of the head, and once again, left me in silence. The words ached in my throat, begging to be spoken. All I did was force a smile.

I waited in bed for a while, staring at the ceiling. Staring at the single glow-in-the-dark star my parents didn’t take off because it was stuck. I stared at the faint, pale green glow, eyes almost fluttering shut. I stared until I knew my parents were asleep.

I stood up, getting dressed once again. I crept out of the door, tiptoeing down the hallway. Instead of his usual spot on the couch, Sebastian lay curled up in front of my parents’ bedroom door. He looked at me, not lifting his head. He made a soft sound, a quiet beg for affection. I crouched down, gently petting his long, soft fur.

I went out the front door, locking it behind me as I went towards the bus stop again.

I watched the headlights approach from a distance, holding onto the side of the bench for balance. As the bus parked and the door opened, I watched in some form of anticipation. As I boarded, however, I made eye contact with Diedrich again.

My stomach lurched at the sight of him. He glared at me, though not his usual glare. There was something else, something I couldn’t place. I averted my gaze, approaching the other side of the bus; as far away from him as I could get.

He’d never raped me, in fact, he even told Vincent how disgusting he was in front of me, but that didn’t help the feeling gnawing at my gut as I sat down.

“Get over here.”

His voice was harsh, and it echoed in my head. I turned to him meekly.

“Did you not hear me?” He looked directly at me, eyes predatory.

I shook my head, getting up to get off the bus. I’d walk to Brighton if it meant avoiding him.

The bus began to move and my legs gave out under me. I fell forward, the rug burning on my exposed knees. He stood up, approaching slowly before crouching down to look me in the eye. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”

I gulped. My mouth went dry, the anxiety in my gut getting stronger. I gagged into my hand, looking away.

He grabbed me by the hair, yanking me upwards and dragging me to a seat, sitting down and putting my head between his legs.

Another wave of nausea hit me. I didn’t know if I would vomit or faint first.

He unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock. He pressed it against my mouth, laughing as I squeezed my eyes tight and pursed my lips.

No, no, no, no, no, please, no, don’t, no…

He grabbed my jaw, forcing my mouth open as he shoved my head down on his cock.

I retched softly, barely holding back from vomiting as he fucked my mouth harshly, his grip in my hair firm. It was only minutes, but it felt like hours before he finally pulled out and released on my face. I turned my head and vomited, coughing and spitting as tears pricked at my eyes. Sobs wracked my body as he lifted me up by the armpits, putting me on his lap. He lifted my coat, pulling the tiny shorts I wore down to my knees.

“Now, which hole should I put it in first?” He spoke against my ear. I already felt nauseated again.

He gripped my throat, slamming me down onto him. His dick penetrated into my ass, and I let out a hoarse scream. He pulled my coat up further, gripping my waist hard enough to bruise as he alternated between pounding into my ass and my pussy until both were unbearably sore. He didn’t pull out until we arrived at Brighton, leaving the disgusting, warm fluid leaking out of me as I fixed my shorts and limped off the bus, almost falling down the steep steps. Hitting my head on the concrete and dying would’ve been a much better alternative to ever having to see him again.

I returned to the club, once again making eye contact with Sebastian. Out of every reaction I assumed I’d have, I did not predict that I’d break down crying.

Her smirk widened as she beckoned me closer. “Oh, Grell, look at this poor little girl… Her adorable makeup got all smudged…” 

The woman behind the bar scoffed softly, going back to pouring drinks. “Don’t tease her, Sebastian.”

She sighed and put a gloved hand on my chin, ignoring the other woman. “What’s the matter, baby? Did a disgusting old man use your little body for pleasure?”

I nodded, mouth once again going dry as I buried my face in her chest, sobbing.

She petted my hair, cooing softly. “Oh, sweetie. Let me take you into the bathroom to clean you up, okay?”

I looked up and nodded, tears falling freely down my face. She took my hand, leading me to a restroom in the back of the bar. She locked the door behind her and guided me to the mirror. She took a handful of paper towels, wetting them and wiping my face clean.

I gave a shaky sigh at the feeling of the cold, damp paper towels on my face, leaning into her touch. I gave no protest as she removed my coat, setting it aside. She pulled down my shorts, clicking her tongue. “Tsk, he’s such a disgusting man, filling a pretty girl like you that much. Only older women like me are allowed to do that.” She wet another paper towel, wiping away cum. I felt the ice cold towel against my clit and shuddered, involuntarily bucking my hips into the touch.

She smirked, licking her lips as she lifted the hem of her dress. I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt something rub against my clit. I was almost afraid to look.

Her hand covered my eyes, the other dipping between my legs and rubbing my clit. She poked her tip, or what I assumed was her tip, against my swollen cunt, gently pushing inside. “Baby doll, promise me you won’t tell a soul what you see when I uncover your eyes?”

I nodded frantically as her hand was moved. In the mirror, I saw what looked like tentacles, all around her body. “Y-You’re a–”

“A demon, baby girl.” She spoke harshly, grabbing my waist. One hand snaked up, tracing over my ribcage and cupping one of my breasts. She slammed into me, and I screamed, not quite able to tell if it was from pain or white-hot pleasure.

Both. It hurt but, oh, fuck , it hurt so good. My legs spread further, eyes rolling back into my skull. Something poked at my ass, shoving inside as I yelped in protest. She lifted me by my legs, pounding me against the bathroom counter. I felt like I was being touched everywhere and my back arched painfully as my body was forced through orgasm after orgasm until my nether regions were completely numb and burning and tingling all at once. 

The second she released my body, I collapsed in a heap, her cum leaking out. It was hotter and thicker than his , and I loved it. She scooped me up in her arms, chuckling softly. “Oh, baby doll… Was that good for you?”

I nodded slowly, lips parted. She leaned down and kissed me gently, helping me back into my coat. I felt fuzzy, euphoric . This was a bar I knew I’d frequent, just for this woman.

She carried me out of the bathroom and to a table, ordering a strawberry cocktail for me and a peach martini for herself.

My vision blurred, mind hazy as I leaned against her. I watched her drop a pill into my drink, giggling absentmindedly as it dissolved.

I was hers . And I hoped she’d leave several marks to prove it tonight.