Ch. 03 From Frying Pan To Fire
Miranda looked down at her mother with mixed feelings. On the one hand, the situation was anything but “normal” … on the other… “Ugh, are you fucking done yet? It's been, like, forty years already!”
Elly just made a distracted sound as the bulk of her focus remained on her immediate task. Miranda huffed and brought the joint back up to her lips. The smoke was heavy, musky, and made her mouth feel like she'd just spent a day in the desert. Her eyes slid off the naked form of her mother and locked onto Daniel, who was busy at the other end of the couch.
She'd known he was a faggot; knew that he would likely be an even bigger slut than she was, but now that she was watching it happen, she couldn't help but feel somewhat jealous. Her brother currently had three different men fucking the shit out of him. Two of the men had managed to somehow stuff both their cocks into his ass and were viciously fucking it like it owed them money. The man in front of Daniel had both his hands on the back of her brother's head and was bouncing it off his crotch like a volleyball.
She watched on, listening to her brother moan onto the man's cock hungrily, likely delirious with need for the man's seed. Miranda clicked her tongue and took another drag of the joint. Somehow, she'd been muscled out of the rotation and now sat impatiently on a footstool, rubbing her pussy with a frustrated kind of fervor. This was supposed to be her night. Devon had promised that she would be his focus of desire; Devon had promised a lot of things, but Miranda had begun to doubt most of them would ever come to pass.
She looked over at the boy, greedily slamming his cock down her mother's throat with his eyes closed and head tilted back; probably thinking about some other woman he wanted to fuck. It should have been her. She'd had her eyes on Devon since his ****** had moved into the neighborhood, she'd dropped hint after hint that she was both available and willing, but Devon had never even so much as looked her way.
Looking back down at her mother's slutty body, she knew why that had been. Maurice had slipped his cock out of Elly’s pussy and without even slowing his motion, or looking down, stuffed the entire length of it into her mother's ass. The only sound her mother made was a contented hum as the cock buried itself back inside her. Miranda took another long drag of the joint, really feeling the weed hitting her system. She needed one of the Black men in the room to fuck her, and soon, or she was going to get pissy.
She hadn't been surprised when her mother had confessed about her cheating. If she were being honest, she'd have cheated on her father, too. The man was a pathetic shell of a human, so caught up in his own bullshit that he barely had time to straighten up before being bent over again. Miranda had made a sort of game of it. How badly could she fuck her father over before he finally grew a spine?
It had been a few years now and Miranda still didn't see any hint of a backbone in the man. If anything, every concession the man made for his ******** seemed to improve the odds he'd concede the next time as well. Miranda was half certain she could set the man on fire and he'd have still paid her to put him out.
She came while smoking the last of the joint, imagining her father waking up to the note they'd left him, his pathetic wailing echoing through the empty house. It got her hot, made her want to fuck. Pathetic men like her father and brother were destined to be used and abused for her satisfaction. If their suffering couldn't make her cum, then what good were they?
She rose from the footstool and flicked the spent roach in her hand towards the kitchen sink, not bothering to see where it landed or if it had gone out. Not her house, not her problem, she needed dick. She wandered over to the end of the couch occupied by her brother. She figured it might be easier to steal one of the two men currently reshaping her brother's internal organs. With a liquid grace she knelt and laid her head down on the small of Daniel's back, wide blue eyes staring up at the hung black man with an imploring expression.
His large hand came to rest on the back of her head and with a satisfied grunt he pulled his cock from her brother's ass. It slid free with a wet squelch and Daniel moaned disappointedly by the sudden loss of fullness. Miranda ignored it and opened her mouth while swirling her tongue, inviting the man to use it freely. The man didn't hesitate, feeding the length of his thick, hard cock down Miranda's throat and fucking it like any other pussy.
This was what she had needed, the haze of weed, the stench of sweat and cum, the moans and grunts. She loved this. The raw, unfiltered hedonism of fucking without worry, without responsibility, without so much as one concern. It was liberating, empowering, and so, so incredibly fucking hot. To her left she could hear the frenzied grunts of Maurice emptying his balls into her mother. The man came loudly, growling like some wild animal as her mother moaned around Devon's cock. Lucky bitch.
She glanced up at the man using her throat like a disposable fuck toy and found that he, too, had his eyes closed. It annoyed her that he was mentally somewhere else, picturing something other than her sweet little face wrapped around his shaft. She knew she was hot, she knew she had a nice body, and it irked her that she would be ignored like that. She jerked her head back, feeling the head of the man's cock pull up her neck and past her tongue. She gasped loudly and slurped at the long string of spit and pre-cum that laced its way between her lips and his cock.
“Fuck me.” She purred, “Fill this little white pussy with your babies.” It wasn't a request, and as she swung her leg over the small of Daniel's back, she wiggled her hips to emphasize her demand. “Break this little teen pussy.” And that was all it took. She felt the tip of his hard shaft press against her tight, wet cunt and with a grunt of effort the man had himself buried up to his balls inside her.
It knocked the wind out of her, and she wheezed as his powerful hand scooped up a fistful of her hair. His cock had plowed into her cervix and little motes of light danced across her vision as the pain radiated up her spine. She couldn't breathe from the shock of it, her throat whistled as what little remained of the air in her lungs leaked out. Then the man was thrusting and it was all she could do to not simply pass out. He fucked her like a ragdoll, her head jolting back and forth with each impact of her hips. Yes, this was what she needed.
The man abusing Daniels throat reached over and grabbed hold of her chin, dragging her face roughly to his own in order to kiss her. His breath stank of weed and rot, but even so, she rolled her tongue over his with reckless abandon. Daniel retched as the man's cock rediscovered his gag reflex. The sudden swell of Daniel's back did wonderful things to the angle of Miranda's pussy and suddenly she was cumming.
Breaking away from the kiss, she glanced up the couch to see that Maurice and Devon had traded places on her mother. Elly looked as though she had found the gates of heaven and had thrown them wide, her face a complete flush of absolute ecstasy. Miranda wondered why her mom had ever bothered with Dave in the first place if she'd loved black men so much.
A meaty hand wrapped around her sore neck and her breath caught in her lungs. The slamming against her ass intensified and Miranda suddenly and excitedly squealed as another intense orgasm racked her body. Daniel shifted underneath her as a hot torrent of her squirt splattered down his ass and onto the floor. Things were reaching a fever pitch and she could tell she was moments away from having her pussy stuffed with black cum.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck it! Fuck me!” She tried to encourage the man ruining her tight slit, but with his hand around her throat, and her teeth clenched, she knew it only came out as incomprehensible hisses. It didn't matter, nothing she could have said or done would have changed the fact that the man was going to dump his load inside her unprotected pussy. From the start, none of the 6 men had even suggested protection, and neither Miranda, or her mother, had wanted to use it.
While Miranda hadn't subscribed as heavily to the trappings of the BNWO as her mother and brother, she did still believe that it was the exclusive right of Black men to have unrestricted access to her holes. She saw condoms as just another tool of the white race to repress the excellence of the superior Black race. Using them, or even asking a Black man to use them, was both disrespectful and racist. How could she consciously choose to deny a black life the opportunity of being born? If she got pregnant then it was simply meant to be.
Miranda turned her eyes down to the slender, feminine back of her brother. She wondered absently if maybe he wasn't feminine enough to have grown his own uterus. Perhaps her father had managed to produce such an effeminate man that he'd gained the capacity for pregnancy. Her brain rattled in her skull as the hung stud behind her fucked another orgasm up her spine. He was on the verge of cumming. Perhaps it was faggots like her brother that would birth the next step of humanity, the white race regressing to the point of being unilaterally capable of producing mixed race children, regardless of gender.
The weed was finally frying her brain and constantly cumming over and over had sent her into an altered state of existence. Detached from herself, she looked on as the man behind her screwed up his face in a ricktus of pleasure. Distantly she could feel his cock throb as the first pulse of cum washed into her cunt. She turned her attention to Daniel who was practically curled into the chest of the man plowing his abused asshole.
She noticed the small pool of thin, watery cum collecting on the abs of the man fucking her brother. She marveled at the difference between them, the stark contrast of skin tone, the wildly different physique, the staggering gap between feminine and masculine. Daniel was a bitch. He was a lowly slut; designed to be fucked and bred like a common whore on the genetic level. There was nothing masculine about him, not one thing about her brother could be used as a representation of the male form.
He didn't have a penis, he had an overly-large clit. He didn't have an asshole, he had a pussy. She recognized it, then. Regardless of what Daniel said, or believed, or felt, at the end of the day, he would always be more of a sister than a brother to Miranda. She was struck with a pang of sympathy for Daniel, then. Something like sadness drifted across her malfunctioning mind as she considered that Daniel would never get to experience the joy of bringing a new Black life into the world.
And then she was back in her own body, howling through another toe-curling orgasm as the man behind her finally finished pumping out what seemed to be a gallon of cum. She collapsed on top of Daniel before bonelessly sliding to the dirty couch. She'd never cum so much in her life and it was only the first day of their two day fuck-fest. No doubt when they finally decided to put Dave out of his misery she'd be several pounds lighter from all the burned calories.
Daniel had passed out after being forced to blow a second load through the end of his small steel cage and was now being used as a blow up doll. Glancing over at her mother, Miranda could see a small pool of squirt forming between Devon's legs. Likely, her mom hadn't stopped cumming since he'd stuck his glorious cock inside her. Miranda was too spent to get jealous, she just turned her head back slightly to accommodate the cum-soaked cock of the man that has just finished fucking her stupid.
It was going to be a long, incredible, and life changing two days. Miranda couldn't fucking wait to see how desperately her disgusting excuse of a father threw himself upon their mercy when they got back. They still had a trump card to pull in case he got fussy about the new arrangements, but she already knew they weren't going to need it.
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Elly stared up into Devon’s eyes; the young Black stud always had an intensity to his gaze that made Elly’s heart flutter. It'd been one of the first things she'd noticed when she met him all those months ago. Those dark, rich, intelligent eyes had captured her attention in a way few things had been able to, and anytime she looked into them she felt like she was being swallowed by them.
“Faster bitch! this ain't a fuckin’ massage!” Elly winced and sped up, not wanting to collect another black eye. Devon had developed a habit of beating her anytime he felt like she was disappointing him in some way. She didn't blame him, or resent him for it; that was just the nature of her position as his whore. If she were being honest, she was grateful for him keeping her in line like that.
She had expected Devon to spend the bulk of their orgy with her ********, but after the first morning had exhausted Miranda, Devon had taken her by the hair, dragged her onto the couch, and mounted her like a breeding mare. The act left Elly confused but elated and she struggled to reign in her smug satisfaction of having Devon set aside her ******** in order to use her.
As the day had progressed Elly found herself falling into something of a rivalry with her ********, vying for the attentions of each of the black men circulating through their holes. There were more of them now; apparently word had gotten out among Devon’s and Maurice's friends and now there was a steady stream of men to please. When Elly wasn't eating or drinking she was sucking and fucking.
Miranda had taken things in stride; strutting, dancing, twerking, and serving the men as though she'd been whoring for years. The girl was a natural hostess, ensuring there wasn't a dry cock in the room regardless of whether the men were actually hard or not. Elly hated to admit that she'd grown jealous of it. That youthful energy, the effortless attraction, her grace and popularity. It lit a fire within Elly, a spark that she hadn't known she'd still possessed.
And so she'd kicked things into overdrive. Throwing her ass back harder, clenching her cunt harder, working her throat faster, twisting her wrists a bit more. Soon, the men were dropping their loads with surprised satisfaction, loudly expressing that everyone needed to get some of her plush ass. Elly glowed with pride. She soaked in their admiration and affection; as a white cunt, this was her element, her natural habitat.
“Tsk, the fuck you spacin’ out fer? I said faster you stupid hoe.” Devon slapped her and she fought to keep her teeth off his cock as her head rocked to the side. She deserved that, getting distracted while sucking his burly cock wasn't something that could be tolerated. With renewed vigor Elly slammed her throat down around his shaft, bouncing her nose off his crotch as she felt the head of his cock drag up and down the walls of her throat.
She could do better, she could be better, for him. He didn't need her ********, he didn't need to abandon her. She was just as capable of milking out his load, she was hot, she was experienced, she- “ayo, Miranda, getcho’ pussy over here. This bitch is gettin’ tired.”
Devon pushed her head off his cock and she gasped for air as she rocked back on her haunches. She thought about fighting, begging him to let her ride his cock, but she knew that would only earn her a fat lip. She looked over to see her ******** being spit-roasted, the two men not quite willing to let the slut go. “Go keep they dicks wet, ya old bitch. Next time don't fuckin’ slack when yer givin’ me top.”
The words stung, but Elly perked up, there would be a next time. There was hope. There was still enough desire to keep her around. She wasn't being thrown away just yet. She nodded and silently made her way over to take her ********'s place between the two men. It hurt, but it was the nature of powerful men to not get too attached to their assets. And that was what Elly was, a tool. A pawn. A replaceable piece of ass that needed to either perform or disappear.
She looked over to the kitchen where Daniel was bent over the counter attempting to make sandwiches for everyone. The boy had such an exquisite look of ecstasy painted across his face as Maurice slammed his hips into his ass. Out of the three of them, Daniel had developed the most intimate patterns with his partners. He fucked them like lovers, like husbands or boyfriends, kissing them, sweet-talking them.
While Miranda and Elly had consistently fought for Devon’s attention the most, Daniel didn't seem to care more or less for any particular stud. Several of the men had already asked to make her son their woman which filled Elly with a strange sense of pride, and relief. Daniel would never lack affection again; likely he'd never spend another day of his life without a fat cock in his ass.
Elly gently brushed Miranda out from between the men and sent her to Devon before resuming the work of stroking their cocks with her holes. She didn't want this to end; if she had a choice, she would spend the rest of her days getting high while wedged between a couple hung studs. But life was cruel, and had brought her this opportunity too late. She would need to return to the house she shared with Dave and set the terms of their new arrangement.
She no longer cared whether he accepted them or not. If she came home to find him hanging from the ceiling at the very least she'd be collecting his life insurance. If he chose to leave… well… she'd be getting that life insurance either way, Devon had promised her that. Dave was fucked either way and all Elly needed to do now was spring the trap. But not before getting the most out of the day she had left.
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Dave woke to the sounds of life downstairs in the kitchen. Immediately his body flooded with adrenaline and he threw himself out of the bed. He hoped beyond hope that Elly and his children had decided to come back; begged with the universe to let that be true. And as he rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs his heart leapt as she came across his ****** in the kitchen, quietly talking amongst themselves.
“ELLY! MIRANDA! DANIEL!!” He almost wept as he gasped out their names, his chest thrummed with each heartbeat, “YOU'RE BACK!! PLEASE I'M SO SORRY, PLEASE! I WAS SO SCARED!! I'LL DO ANY-” And then Dave caught Elly’s mortified expression. The pure, unrestrained disgust. It was mirrored on his ********'s face as they stared him down.
He felt like a cockroach. Like some horrible little bug that needed to be destroyed and forgotten. “W-what? What are… you…” and then he looked down at himself, seeing nothing but the slightly piss-stained underwear he hadn't bothered taking off for the past day.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Dave? We came here for a serious discussion and you come down looking like that? Jesus Christ, have some fucking decency in front of your children! You've already robbed Miranda of her innocence, are you trying to traumatize her more?” Elly’s voice dripped with a seething rage that sent a chill up Dave's spine.
He didn't bother saying anything, he backed out of the room and went back upstairs to change. He was fucking this up already. He was blowing his last chance to save his ****** and set things right. He needed to calm down and think; all the words that he'd prepared over the last two days had flown out of his mind. He’d rehearsed and practiced and planned, but none of it had come to him when he went into that kitchen. And now they were pissed at him.
He numbly pulled his wrinkled clothes on and made his way back to the kitchen. He had to be brave. Come what may, he had to be strong. For them. “Sit. This is going to be a short talk and I want to get through it without listening to your mindless babbling.” Elly gestured to the seat opposite herself and Miranda. Dave took it with a growing lump in his throat.
“Firstly, fuck you for touching my ********. Words cannot express just how unfathomably pissed I am at you for even considering that. NO!” Elly saw his mouth open to respond and shut him down, “No, Dave. I don't give a shit that you were *****, it's no excuse. You shouldn't have fucking been drinking anyway! What the fuck were you thinking?! On a weeknight?! Fuck. You.”
Dave shrank in his chair. He would never touch Miranda. No matter how lonely he was, no matter how *****, no matter how… pretty she was. But Elly wouldn't hear it. Dave just needed to let her get through it.
“You know, when I married you, I saw a man who was capable of great things. I saw a tender, sweet, caring man with ambition and drive. I saw a man who'd do right by me, by our children. But over these last few years, Dave, that man walked away.”
Dave wanted to explain himself, tell her about the treatments, tell her that the man she loved was still there. “I don't know what happened to the man I loved but frankly, as things are, I don't care anymore. I've tried, Dave. I spent YEARS trying to drag you back up to being the man I needed in my life. I pushed you, I asked you, I begged you. And instead of growing a pair you ASSAULTED MY FUCKING ********?!”
Elly was shaking in her chair and Dave couldn't stop himself from crying. The tears welling up in his eyes blurring the room and stinging. He thought he saw Daniel smirk, but after blinking a few times the young man looked to be on the brink of tears, too.
“The kids and I talked about our options. They grew up in this house, they're still going through school, and you're still… you're still their father.” Even Elly was choking up now. The despair and sadness in her voice tore at Dave's heart. “Miranda, bless her, has chosen to forgive you. As a whole, we've decided that it's still the best thing for this ****** if we remain here, with… you.”
Dave's heart slammed into his throat and he croaked out a racking sob. The relief and gratitude overwhelmed his pain for a brief moment. “But I haven't forgiven you, and I don't know that I can. It will take a lot to earn back the trust you've broken, so with that, I'm laying down some ground rules for my continued participation in this marriage.”
Dave saw his opportunity to start clawing back whatever trust he could, he launched himself at it like a man scrambling for a life raft. “ANYTHING!! I'LL DO ANYTHING! JUST NAME IT! PLEASE!” Surely whatever it was would be better than the torment of her leaving.
“First, we're sleeping in separate rooms, you're clearing your shit out of the master bedroom and you're staying in the guest room. I can't share a bed with you now. Not after what you've done, and not after the years of failed… nights.” Dave nodded; that was a given, he couldn't make love to her anyway and if he needed to give up that space to appease her it was nothing to him.
“Second, I'm opening up our marriage to other people. DAVE IF YOU OPEN YOUR MOUTH AGAIN I WILL WALK OUT THAT DOOR! DO. NOT.” Dave had lurched forward, about to vehemently object to her point but the rage was back and she'd half-risen from her chair. Dave flinched back and his jaw snapped shut.
“This is for my sake, ok? You haven't touched me in years, Dave. I have desires, I have needs, and I just can't continue on without that physical intimacy. I'm sorry but if you want me to stay, I'm seeing other people. This applies to you, too. I still have enough love for you to give you that respect.”
Dave gaped at her. He'd been utterly blindsided by this. Or… had he? The thought had crossed his mind, but he'd never really thought she could do it. But… after what he'd done… so that was it, then. He really would be the reason his wife stepped out on him. Dave imagined her falling into the arms of another man and his heart broke all over again.
But this was his repentance. This was the toll he needed to pay for betraying his ******. Really, if anything, he should be thanking her for not just leaving. If her getting her satisfaction elsewhere meant she would continue to come home to him, to their children… then that was just how it needed to be.
“Third, if I so much as SUSPECT that you did, or are going to do, ANYTHING to my children again… a prison cell won't be where you end up. I mean it, Dave. I'm dead serious. I'm having a contractor come tomorrow to install cameras in every room of this house; if Miranda or Daniel get even so much as a shiver because you're around I'm putting you in a shallow grave. Don't fucking doubt it.”
Dave swallowed but nodded at her. Never again. It would never happen again.
“Lastly, I'll be bringing partners here. I expect you to make yourself scarce whenever they come by. I'll do what I can to give you a heads up about it, but I'd appreciate it if you kept your nose out of my relationships. It'll be a hard adjustment for you, and I'll extend you the same courtesy, but you lost the right to tell me who can come and go when you decided to **** your own fucking ********. Is that understood?”
Dave's mind crumpled. It was one thing to know his wife would be going out to see other men, but to have them come into his home? To be forced to listen to… that? To try to work and live in the same place where his wife was having sex with another man… he couldn't do it. He couldn't. He loved her too much, he couldn't stomach it. Dave retched before turning to the side and spewing out the microwave dinner he'd eaten the night before.
Miranda and Daniel both got up and moved away, making disgusted noises. Something on Daniel clinked, though Dave didn't notice. He doubled over and dry-heaved again as the nausea washed over him again. What if she found someone she wanted to be with more than him? What if one of the men she brought home hurt her? What if he bumped into one of the men in the hall?
Dave's world swam. Distantly he could tell he was hyperventilating. He had to agree to this. If he didn't she would leave him for sure. If he agreed at least there was a chance things could turn around. He would need to double his efforts, cross every t and dot every i. He would need to ensure his entire existence revolved around making sure Elly had all the things she needed. He couldn't give her everything, at least not yet, but he could give her most of it.
“Ugh… seriously? Get your fucking shit together, Dave. This could have been worse for you. Much worse. You're lucky I still… love… you as much as I do. I'll give you a day to get your shit out of my room, I've got a date lined up for tomorrow evening so keep your head down. And please, I'm begging you, don't do anything stupid.”
This was all too much. It was too much too fast. Dave couldn't process it. A date? With who? When had she lined that up? While they were away? Had she been talking to someone longer than that? Why had his kids not said anything? They obviously knew this was coming, but they hadn't said a single thing. He wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his dress shirt and sat back up in the chair, turning to look at his kids.
Miranda looked supremely bored and Daniel looked like he wasn't sure who to look at between himself and his wife. Was Daniel wearing makeup? Was that an… earring? It looked like a small, spade? Miranda, too; hers was on a small chain around her neck; another spade. Finally Dave turned back to his wife. There, around her wrist, a small silver bracelet sat elegantly against her pale skin, a small spade slotted neatly into a fold in the metal.
Matching jewelry? Maybe they'd gone out together while they were away? A bonding trip? Solidarity? He almost asked about them, almost. But then Elly's words snapped into place in his mind and he stared into his wife's beautiful eyes. She still loved him. Even after everything that'd happened, she still loved him. He smiled sadly, trying his best to put on a brave face in spite of his shattering sanity.
“Yeah, ok, I understand. T-thank you, Elly. For staying. For giving me another chance. I won't let you down. I'm sorry, for everything. I'll start moving things today. And, uh, g-good luck on your d… your date…” Dave turned to his children, his beautiful, sweet, innocent children and started crying again. He forced through it.
“G-guys… Miranda, I am so, so sorry. Whatever you need, just… please just let me know. I know… it must be hard to look at me, but… I do love you. Both of you. No matter what, you guys are my world. I'll do anything to prove that to you. I promise.” He tried to smile but could feel his lips turn down at the edges. Daniel looked like he wanted to come over and hug him, but stopped short. The action threw another weight onto Dave's heart. One day… one day he would get to hug his kids again.
Miranda looked down at him with a skeptical eye. But he could see the softness in her face, the care and affection that she'd always held for him. She was his little girl, and always would be, but he'd hurt her in a way he couldn't fix. He understood her reluctance and tried his best not to let it destroy him.
“Alright, we're done here. Daniel and I have an appointment to get to in half an hour so I'm taking the car. Miranda you need to get caught up on your routines since you've missed a couple days.”
Dave perked up at his wife's words, “Oh! I can give you a ride! What kind of appointment is it?” He started to rise from his seat to get the keys but Elly and Daniel shared a look that gave him pause.
“No, that's fine, it's nothing you need to worry about, dear. You have shit to pack and move so focus on that. We'll be back later this afternoon.”
Dave took a moment to look between the two before nodding and turning to the doorway of the kitchen. “Oh, Dave, I've given Miranda a taser so if you have second thoughts about our little talk here, don't expect things to go the way they did before. I'm not taking any chances, you understand, right?”
Dave swallowed and smiled back at his wife. Her threats of skipping the legal process suddenly became very real for Dave and a cold sweat broke out across his neck. “We've each got one, so I need you to try really, really hard not to be a disgusting pervert. I really don't want to have to dig your grave.”
The words were cold. The tone was sugary sweet, and yet Dave was overcome by a primal sense of danger. As though he'd suddenly found himself living in a cage with feral tigers. Any sudden movement, any squeak or twitch or flinch would have them tearing him to pieces before he knew it was happening.
“I'll, uh… I'll be in our-your, room. H-have fun o-out there.” Dave could feel each of their stares on his back as he turned to leave the room once more. It made him feel like sprinting down the hallway to escape the danger. Was this how it was going to be? Feeling like a mouse in his own home? Scurrying from room to room, trying not to be seen? But… Elly had come back. For better or worse, Elly had come back to him. He would make this work. He had to.
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Elly watched Dave shuffle out of the room and blew out a breath. "He fucking bought it. I can't believe he actually fucking bought that. He's a bigger loser than I thought. God knows what I saw in that sack of shit."
Daniel chuckled and shrugged, "He's white. Honestly, we've never been humanities best."
Miranda chirped from where she stood, "You got that right, guy can't even stand up for himself. He didn't even fucking touch me and yet he's just rolling over and taking it. It's actually super gross."
Elly shivered with exaggerated disgust, "Ugh, whatever, that's done now. He knows the score and we've got some room to breathe. Devon wants this house as a new drop point for his business so we're going to have to play things safe for a while. I'll keep doing what I can to beat some sense into that pudgy white fuck, but don't be scared to rattle his cage a bit, too. We've got three hundred pounds of weed showing up sometime this evening so you're on deck, Em."
Miranda smiled, "I hope he's cute, and hung."
Elly shook her head, "Yeah, yeah just remember to fuck him AFTER you scale the dope. I'm not fucking this up on the first day because my ******** couldn't keep a dick out of her cunt long enough to weigh some weed."
MIranda rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out. Elly turned her attention to her son, "Ready to make some money? We've got twenty pounds to sell and two pickups to make, if we factor in time for sex at each of the pickups we might just get back before midnight. Gonna need your game-face, babydoll."
Daniel nodded somewhat nervously, "Hopefully this works out, I think it'll be really good for us if we can get in on the ground floor. If we do this right, and keep Devon close, we won't need Da-I mean, Dave, for very long."
Elly nodded back, "That's the plan; get in, make money, ditch the loser. The better we do this, the faster we can get rid of him. With enough cash we can just pay for professionals to raise our kids properly instead of having that spineless bitch rubbing off on them. I don't know about you guys, but the thought of that man caring for my kids now just fucks me up."
her children nodded in agreement and they set out to accomplish their goals. Soon, their house would be a hub for the trafficking operation Devon was building. Elly had played her cards exactly how she needed to, but she still had a ways to go before securing a better future for her children. It wasn't enough. She needed to keep pushing, keep fighting, keep taking. Devon was still the best shot she had at making that happen.
she looked up the stairs as she and Daniel passed by on the way to the front door. Dave had no fucking clue what was coming. The limp-dicked idiot wouldn't even see it coming, when it happened. Elly would need to make sure she asked for a recording of it. She needed to watch it happen, she needed to see it for herself when they came for him. And they would come, she would make damn sure of that.
Elly just made a distracted sound as the bulk of her focus remained on her immediate task. Miranda huffed and brought the joint back up to her lips. The smoke was heavy, musky, and made her mouth feel like she'd just spent a day in the desert. Her eyes slid off the naked form of her mother and locked onto Daniel, who was busy at the other end of the couch.
She'd known he was a faggot; knew that he would likely be an even bigger slut than she was, but now that she was watching it happen, she couldn't help but feel somewhat jealous. Her brother currently had three different men fucking the shit out of him. Two of the men had managed to somehow stuff both their cocks into his ass and were viciously fucking it like it owed them money. The man in front of Daniel had both his hands on the back of her brother's head and was bouncing it off his crotch like a volleyball.
She watched on, listening to her brother moan onto the man's cock hungrily, likely delirious with need for the man's seed. Miranda clicked her tongue and took another drag of the joint. Somehow, she'd been muscled out of the rotation and now sat impatiently on a footstool, rubbing her pussy with a frustrated kind of fervor. This was supposed to be her night. Devon had promised that she would be his focus of desire; Devon had promised a lot of things, but Miranda had begun to doubt most of them would ever come to pass.
She looked over at the boy, greedily slamming his cock down her mother's throat with his eyes closed and head tilted back; probably thinking about some other woman he wanted to fuck. It should have been her. She'd had her eyes on Devon since his ****** had moved into the neighborhood, she'd dropped hint after hint that she was both available and willing, but Devon had never even so much as looked her way.
Looking back down at her mother's slutty body, she knew why that had been. Maurice had slipped his cock out of Elly’s pussy and without even slowing his motion, or looking down, stuffed the entire length of it into her mother's ass. The only sound her mother made was a contented hum as the cock buried itself back inside her. Miranda took another long drag of the joint, really feeling the weed hitting her system. She needed one of the Black men in the room to fuck her, and soon, or she was going to get pissy.
She hadn't been surprised when her mother had confessed about her cheating. If she were being honest, she'd have cheated on her father, too. The man was a pathetic shell of a human, so caught up in his own bullshit that he barely had time to straighten up before being bent over again. Miranda had made a sort of game of it. How badly could she fuck her father over before he finally grew a spine?
It had been a few years now and Miranda still didn't see any hint of a backbone in the man. If anything, every concession the man made for his ******** seemed to improve the odds he'd concede the next time as well. Miranda was half certain she could set the man on fire and he'd have still paid her to put him out.
She came while smoking the last of the joint, imagining her father waking up to the note they'd left him, his pathetic wailing echoing through the empty house. It got her hot, made her want to fuck. Pathetic men like her father and brother were destined to be used and abused for her satisfaction. If their suffering couldn't make her cum, then what good were they?
She rose from the footstool and flicked the spent roach in her hand towards the kitchen sink, not bothering to see where it landed or if it had gone out. Not her house, not her problem, she needed dick. She wandered over to the end of the couch occupied by her brother. She figured it might be easier to steal one of the two men currently reshaping her brother's internal organs. With a liquid grace she knelt and laid her head down on the small of Daniel's back, wide blue eyes staring up at the hung black man with an imploring expression.
His large hand came to rest on the back of her head and with a satisfied grunt he pulled his cock from her brother's ass. It slid free with a wet squelch and Daniel moaned disappointedly by the sudden loss of fullness. Miranda ignored it and opened her mouth while swirling her tongue, inviting the man to use it freely. The man didn't hesitate, feeding the length of his thick, hard cock down Miranda's throat and fucking it like any other pussy.
This was what she had needed, the haze of weed, the stench of sweat and cum, the moans and grunts. She loved this. The raw, unfiltered hedonism of fucking without worry, without responsibility, without so much as one concern. It was liberating, empowering, and so, so incredibly fucking hot. To her left she could hear the frenzied grunts of Maurice emptying his balls into her mother. The man came loudly, growling like some wild animal as her mother moaned around Devon's cock. Lucky bitch.
She glanced up at the man using her throat like a disposable fuck toy and found that he, too, had his eyes closed. It annoyed her that he was mentally somewhere else, picturing something other than her sweet little face wrapped around his shaft. She knew she was hot, she knew she had a nice body, and it irked her that she would be ignored like that. She jerked her head back, feeling the head of the man's cock pull up her neck and past her tongue. She gasped loudly and slurped at the long string of spit and pre-cum that laced its way between her lips and his cock.
“Fuck me.” She purred, “Fill this little white pussy with your babies.” It wasn't a request, and as she swung her leg over the small of Daniel's back, she wiggled her hips to emphasize her demand. “Break this little teen pussy.” And that was all it took. She felt the tip of his hard shaft press against her tight, wet cunt and with a grunt of effort the man had himself buried up to his balls inside her.
It knocked the wind out of her, and she wheezed as his powerful hand scooped up a fistful of her hair. His cock had plowed into her cervix and little motes of light danced across her vision as the pain radiated up her spine. She couldn't breathe from the shock of it, her throat whistled as what little remained of the air in her lungs leaked out. Then the man was thrusting and it was all she could do to not simply pass out. He fucked her like a ragdoll, her head jolting back and forth with each impact of her hips. Yes, this was what she needed.
The man abusing Daniels throat reached over and grabbed hold of her chin, dragging her face roughly to his own in order to kiss her. His breath stank of weed and rot, but even so, she rolled her tongue over his with reckless abandon. Daniel retched as the man's cock rediscovered his gag reflex. The sudden swell of Daniel's back did wonderful things to the angle of Miranda's pussy and suddenly she was cumming.
Breaking away from the kiss, she glanced up the couch to see that Maurice and Devon had traded places on her mother. Elly looked as though she had found the gates of heaven and had thrown them wide, her face a complete flush of absolute ecstasy. Miranda wondered why her mom had ever bothered with Dave in the first place if she'd loved black men so much.
A meaty hand wrapped around her sore neck and her breath caught in her lungs. The slamming against her ass intensified and Miranda suddenly and excitedly squealed as another intense orgasm racked her body. Daniel shifted underneath her as a hot torrent of her squirt splattered down his ass and onto the floor. Things were reaching a fever pitch and she could tell she was moments away from having her pussy stuffed with black cum.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck it! Fuck me!” She tried to encourage the man ruining her tight slit, but with his hand around her throat, and her teeth clenched, she knew it only came out as incomprehensible hisses. It didn't matter, nothing she could have said or done would have changed the fact that the man was going to dump his load inside her unprotected pussy. From the start, none of the 6 men had even suggested protection, and neither Miranda, or her mother, had wanted to use it.
While Miranda hadn't subscribed as heavily to the trappings of the BNWO as her mother and brother, she did still believe that it was the exclusive right of Black men to have unrestricted access to her holes. She saw condoms as just another tool of the white race to repress the excellence of the superior Black race. Using them, or even asking a Black man to use them, was both disrespectful and racist. How could she consciously choose to deny a black life the opportunity of being born? If she got pregnant then it was simply meant to be.
Miranda turned her eyes down to the slender, feminine back of her brother. She wondered absently if maybe he wasn't feminine enough to have grown his own uterus. Perhaps her father had managed to produce such an effeminate man that he'd gained the capacity for pregnancy. Her brain rattled in her skull as the hung stud behind her fucked another orgasm up her spine. He was on the verge of cumming. Perhaps it was faggots like her brother that would birth the next step of humanity, the white race regressing to the point of being unilaterally capable of producing mixed race children, regardless of gender.
The weed was finally frying her brain and constantly cumming over and over had sent her into an altered state of existence. Detached from herself, she looked on as the man behind her screwed up his face in a ricktus of pleasure. Distantly she could feel his cock throb as the first pulse of cum washed into her cunt. She turned her attention to Daniel who was practically curled into the chest of the man plowing his abused asshole.
She noticed the small pool of thin, watery cum collecting on the abs of the man fucking her brother. She marveled at the difference between them, the stark contrast of skin tone, the wildly different physique, the staggering gap between feminine and masculine. Daniel was a bitch. He was a lowly slut; designed to be fucked and bred like a common whore on the genetic level. There was nothing masculine about him, not one thing about her brother could be used as a representation of the male form.
He didn't have a penis, he had an overly-large clit. He didn't have an asshole, he had a pussy. She recognized it, then. Regardless of what Daniel said, or believed, or felt, at the end of the day, he would always be more of a sister than a brother to Miranda. She was struck with a pang of sympathy for Daniel, then. Something like sadness drifted across her malfunctioning mind as she considered that Daniel would never get to experience the joy of bringing a new Black life into the world.
And then she was back in her own body, howling through another toe-curling orgasm as the man behind her finally finished pumping out what seemed to be a gallon of cum. She collapsed on top of Daniel before bonelessly sliding to the dirty couch. She'd never cum so much in her life and it was only the first day of their two day fuck-fest. No doubt when they finally decided to put Dave out of his misery she'd be several pounds lighter from all the burned calories.
Daniel had passed out after being forced to blow a second load through the end of his small steel cage and was now being used as a blow up doll. Glancing over at her mother, Miranda could see a small pool of squirt forming between Devon's legs. Likely, her mom hadn't stopped cumming since he'd stuck his glorious cock inside her. Miranda was too spent to get jealous, she just turned her head back slightly to accommodate the cum-soaked cock of the man that has just finished fucking her stupid.
It was going to be a long, incredible, and life changing two days. Miranda couldn't fucking wait to see how desperately her disgusting excuse of a father threw himself upon their mercy when they got back. They still had a trump card to pull in case he got fussy about the new arrangements, but she already knew they weren't going to need it.
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Elly stared up into Devon’s eyes; the young Black stud always had an intensity to his gaze that made Elly’s heart flutter. It'd been one of the first things she'd noticed when she met him all those months ago. Those dark, rich, intelligent eyes had captured her attention in a way few things had been able to, and anytime she looked into them she felt like she was being swallowed by them.
“Faster bitch! this ain't a fuckin’ massage!” Elly winced and sped up, not wanting to collect another black eye. Devon had developed a habit of beating her anytime he felt like she was disappointing him in some way. She didn't blame him, or resent him for it; that was just the nature of her position as his whore. If she were being honest, she was grateful for him keeping her in line like that.
She had expected Devon to spend the bulk of their orgy with her ********, but after the first morning had exhausted Miranda, Devon had taken her by the hair, dragged her onto the couch, and mounted her like a breeding mare. The act left Elly confused but elated and she struggled to reign in her smug satisfaction of having Devon set aside her ******** in order to use her.
As the day had progressed Elly found herself falling into something of a rivalry with her ********, vying for the attentions of each of the black men circulating through their holes. There were more of them now; apparently word had gotten out among Devon’s and Maurice's friends and now there was a steady stream of men to please. When Elly wasn't eating or drinking she was sucking and fucking.
Miranda had taken things in stride; strutting, dancing, twerking, and serving the men as though she'd been whoring for years. The girl was a natural hostess, ensuring there wasn't a dry cock in the room regardless of whether the men were actually hard or not. Elly hated to admit that she'd grown jealous of it. That youthful energy, the effortless attraction, her grace and popularity. It lit a fire within Elly, a spark that she hadn't known she'd still possessed.
And so she'd kicked things into overdrive. Throwing her ass back harder, clenching her cunt harder, working her throat faster, twisting her wrists a bit more. Soon, the men were dropping their loads with surprised satisfaction, loudly expressing that everyone needed to get some of her plush ass. Elly glowed with pride. She soaked in their admiration and affection; as a white cunt, this was her element, her natural habitat.
“Tsk, the fuck you spacin’ out fer? I said faster you stupid hoe.” Devon slapped her and she fought to keep her teeth off his cock as her head rocked to the side. She deserved that, getting distracted while sucking his burly cock wasn't something that could be tolerated. With renewed vigor Elly slammed her throat down around his shaft, bouncing her nose off his crotch as she felt the head of his cock drag up and down the walls of her throat.
She could do better, she could be better, for him. He didn't need her ********, he didn't need to abandon her. She was just as capable of milking out his load, she was hot, she was experienced, she- “ayo, Miranda, getcho’ pussy over here. This bitch is gettin’ tired.”
Devon pushed her head off his cock and she gasped for air as she rocked back on her haunches. She thought about fighting, begging him to let her ride his cock, but she knew that would only earn her a fat lip. She looked over to see her ******** being spit-roasted, the two men not quite willing to let the slut go. “Go keep they dicks wet, ya old bitch. Next time don't fuckin’ slack when yer givin’ me top.”
The words stung, but Elly perked up, there would be a next time. There was hope. There was still enough desire to keep her around. She wasn't being thrown away just yet. She nodded and silently made her way over to take her ********'s place between the two men. It hurt, but it was the nature of powerful men to not get too attached to their assets. And that was what Elly was, a tool. A pawn. A replaceable piece of ass that needed to either perform or disappear.
She looked over to the kitchen where Daniel was bent over the counter attempting to make sandwiches for everyone. The boy had such an exquisite look of ecstasy painted across his face as Maurice slammed his hips into his ass. Out of the three of them, Daniel had developed the most intimate patterns with his partners. He fucked them like lovers, like husbands or boyfriends, kissing them, sweet-talking them.
While Miranda and Elly had consistently fought for Devon’s attention the most, Daniel didn't seem to care more or less for any particular stud. Several of the men had already asked to make her son their woman which filled Elly with a strange sense of pride, and relief. Daniel would never lack affection again; likely he'd never spend another day of his life without a fat cock in his ass.
Elly gently brushed Miranda out from between the men and sent her to Devon before resuming the work of stroking their cocks with her holes. She didn't want this to end; if she had a choice, she would spend the rest of her days getting high while wedged between a couple hung studs. But life was cruel, and had brought her this opportunity too late. She would need to return to the house she shared with Dave and set the terms of their new arrangement.
She no longer cared whether he accepted them or not. If she came home to find him hanging from the ceiling at the very least she'd be collecting his life insurance. If he chose to leave… well… she'd be getting that life insurance either way, Devon had promised her that. Dave was fucked either way and all Elly needed to do now was spring the trap. But not before getting the most out of the day she had left.
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Dave woke to the sounds of life downstairs in the kitchen. Immediately his body flooded with adrenaline and he threw himself out of the bed. He hoped beyond hope that Elly and his children had decided to come back; begged with the universe to let that be true. And as he rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs his heart leapt as she came across his ****** in the kitchen, quietly talking amongst themselves.
“ELLY! MIRANDA! DANIEL!!” He almost wept as he gasped out their names, his chest thrummed with each heartbeat, “YOU'RE BACK!! PLEASE I'M SO SORRY, PLEASE! I WAS SO SCARED!! I'LL DO ANY-” And then Dave caught Elly’s mortified expression. The pure, unrestrained disgust. It was mirrored on his ********'s face as they stared him down.
He felt like a cockroach. Like some horrible little bug that needed to be destroyed and forgotten. “W-what? What are… you…” and then he looked down at himself, seeing nothing but the slightly piss-stained underwear he hadn't bothered taking off for the past day.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Dave? We came here for a serious discussion and you come down looking like that? Jesus Christ, have some fucking decency in front of your children! You've already robbed Miranda of her innocence, are you trying to traumatize her more?” Elly’s voice dripped with a seething rage that sent a chill up Dave's spine.
He didn't bother saying anything, he backed out of the room and went back upstairs to change. He was fucking this up already. He was blowing his last chance to save his ****** and set things right. He needed to calm down and think; all the words that he'd prepared over the last two days had flown out of his mind. He’d rehearsed and practiced and planned, but none of it had come to him when he went into that kitchen. And now they were pissed at him.
He numbly pulled his wrinkled clothes on and made his way back to the kitchen. He had to be brave. Come what may, he had to be strong. For them. “Sit. This is going to be a short talk and I want to get through it without listening to your mindless babbling.” Elly gestured to the seat opposite herself and Miranda. Dave took it with a growing lump in his throat.
“Firstly, fuck you for touching my ********. Words cannot express just how unfathomably pissed I am at you for even considering that. NO!” Elly saw his mouth open to respond and shut him down, “No, Dave. I don't give a shit that you were *****, it's no excuse. You shouldn't have fucking been drinking anyway! What the fuck were you thinking?! On a weeknight?! Fuck. You.”
Dave shrank in his chair. He would never touch Miranda. No matter how lonely he was, no matter how *****, no matter how… pretty she was. But Elly wouldn't hear it. Dave just needed to let her get through it.
“You know, when I married you, I saw a man who was capable of great things. I saw a tender, sweet, caring man with ambition and drive. I saw a man who'd do right by me, by our children. But over these last few years, Dave, that man walked away.”
Dave wanted to explain himself, tell her about the treatments, tell her that the man she loved was still there. “I don't know what happened to the man I loved but frankly, as things are, I don't care anymore. I've tried, Dave. I spent YEARS trying to drag you back up to being the man I needed in my life. I pushed you, I asked you, I begged you. And instead of growing a pair you ASSAULTED MY FUCKING ********?!”
Elly was shaking in her chair and Dave couldn't stop himself from crying. The tears welling up in his eyes blurring the room and stinging. He thought he saw Daniel smirk, but after blinking a few times the young man looked to be on the brink of tears, too.
“The kids and I talked about our options. They grew up in this house, they're still going through school, and you're still… you're still their father.” Even Elly was choking up now. The despair and sadness in her voice tore at Dave's heart. “Miranda, bless her, has chosen to forgive you. As a whole, we've decided that it's still the best thing for this ****** if we remain here, with… you.”
Dave's heart slammed into his throat and he croaked out a racking sob. The relief and gratitude overwhelmed his pain for a brief moment. “But I haven't forgiven you, and I don't know that I can. It will take a lot to earn back the trust you've broken, so with that, I'm laying down some ground rules for my continued participation in this marriage.”
Dave saw his opportunity to start clawing back whatever trust he could, he launched himself at it like a man scrambling for a life raft. “ANYTHING!! I'LL DO ANYTHING! JUST NAME IT! PLEASE!” Surely whatever it was would be better than the torment of her leaving.
“First, we're sleeping in separate rooms, you're clearing your shit out of the master bedroom and you're staying in the guest room. I can't share a bed with you now. Not after what you've done, and not after the years of failed… nights.” Dave nodded; that was a given, he couldn't make love to her anyway and if he needed to give up that space to appease her it was nothing to him.
“Second, I'm opening up our marriage to other people. DAVE IF YOU OPEN YOUR MOUTH AGAIN I WILL WALK OUT THAT DOOR! DO. NOT.” Dave had lurched forward, about to vehemently object to her point but the rage was back and she'd half-risen from her chair. Dave flinched back and his jaw snapped shut.
“This is for my sake, ok? You haven't touched me in years, Dave. I have desires, I have needs, and I just can't continue on without that physical intimacy. I'm sorry but if you want me to stay, I'm seeing other people. This applies to you, too. I still have enough love for you to give you that respect.”
Dave gaped at her. He'd been utterly blindsided by this. Or… had he? The thought had crossed his mind, but he'd never really thought she could do it. But… after what he'd done… so that was it, then. He really would be the reason his wife stepped out on him. Dave imagined her falling into the arms of another man and his heart broke all over again.
But this was his repentance. This was the toll he needed to pay for betraying his ******. Really, if anything, he should be thanking her for not just leaving. If her getting her satisfaction elsewhere meant she would continue to come home to him, to their children… then that was just how it needed to be.
“Third, if I so much as SUSPECT that you did, or are going to do, ANYTHING to my children again… a prison cell won't be where you end up. I mean it, Dave. I'm dead serious. I'm having a contractor come tomorrow to install cameras in every room of this house; if Miranda or Daniel get even so much as a shiver because you're around I'm putting you in a shallow grave. Don't fucking doubt it.”
Dave swallowed but nodded at her. Never again. It would never happen again.
“Lastly, I'll be bringing partners here. I expect you to make yourself scarce whenever they come by. I'll do what I can to give you a heads up about it, but I'd appreciate it if you kept your nose out of my relationships. It'll be a hard adjustment for you, and I'll extend you the same courtesy, but you lost the right to tell me who can come and go when you decided to **** your own fucking ********. Is that understood?”
Dave's mind crumpled. It was one thing to know his wife would be going out to see other men, but to have them come into his home? To be forced to listen to… that? To try to work and live in the same place where his wife was having sex with another man… he couldn't do it. He couldn't. He loved her too much, he couldn't stomach it. Dave retched before turning to the side and spewing out the microwave dinner he'd eaten the night before.
Miranda and Daniel both got up and moved away, making disgusted noises. Something on Daniel clinked, though Dave didn't notice. He doubled over and dry-heaved again as the nausea washed over him again. What if she found someone she wanted to be with more than him? What if one of the men she brought home hurt her? What if he bumped into one of the men in the hall?
Dave's world swam. Distantly he could tell he was hyperventilating. He had to agree to this. If he didn't she would leave him for sure. If he agreed at least there was a chance things could turn around. He would need to double his efforts, cross every t and dot every i. He would need to ensure his entire existence revolved around making sure Elly had all the things she needed. He couldn't give her everything, at least not yet, but he could give her most of it.
“Ugh… seriously? Get your fucking shit together, Dave. This could have been worse for you. Much worse. You're lucky I still… love… you as much as I do. I'll give you a day to get your shit out of my room, I've got a date lined up for tomorrow evening so keep your head down. And please, I'm begging you, don't do anything stupid.”
This was all too much. It was too much too fast. Dave couldn't process it. A date? With who? When had she lined that up? While they were away? Had she been talking to someone longer than that? Why had his kids not said anything? They obviously knew this was coming, but they hadn't said a single thing. He wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his dress shirt and sat back up in the chair, turning to look at his kids.
Miranda looked supremely bored and Daniel looked like he wasn't sure who to look at between himself and his wife. Was Daniel wearing makeup? Was that an… earring? It looked like a small, spade? Miranda, too; hers was on a small chain around her neck; another spade. Finally Dave turned back to his wife. There, around her wrist, a small silver bracelet sat elegantly against her pale skin, a small spade slotted neatly into a fold in the metal.
Matching jewelry? Maybe they'd gone out together while they were away? A bonding trip? Solidarity? He almost asked about them, almost. But then Elly's words snapped into place in his mind and he stared into his wife's beautiful eyes. She still loved him. Even after everything that'd happened, she still loved him. He smiled sadly, trying his best to put on a brave face in spite of his shattering sanity.
“Yeah, ok, I understand. T-thank you, Elly. For staying. For giving me another chance. I won't let you down. I'm sorry, for everything. I'll start moving things today. And, uh, g-good luck on your d… your date…” Dave turned to his children, his beautiful, sweet, innocent children and started crying again. He forced through it.
“G-guys… Miranda, I am so, so sorry. Whatever you need, just… please just let me know. I know… it must be hard to look at me, but… I do love you. Both of you. No matter what, you guys are my world. I'll do anything to prove that to you. I promise.” He tried to smile but could feel his lips turn down at the edges. Daniel looked like he wanted to come over and hug him, but stopped short. The action threw another weight onto Dave's heart. One day… one day he would get to hug his kids again.
Miranda looked down at him with a skeptical eye. But he could see the softness in her face, the care and affection that she'd always held for him. She was his little girl, and always would be, but he'd hurt her in a way he couldn't fix. He understood her reluctance and tried his best not to let it destroy him.
“Alright, we're done here. Daniel and I have an appointment to get to in half an hour so I'm taking the car. Miranda you need to get caught up on your routines since you've missed a couple days.”
Dave perked up at his wife's words, “Oh! I can give you a ride! What kind of appointment is it?” He started to rise from his seat to get the keys but Elly and Daniel shared a look that gave him pause.
“No, that's fine, it's nothing you need to worry about, dear. You have shit to pack and move so focus on that. We'll be back later this afternoon.”
Dave took a moment to look between the two before nodding and turning to the doorway of the kitchen. “Oh, Dave, I've given Miranda a taser so if you have second thoughts about our little talk here, don't expect things to go the way they did before. I'm not taking any chances, you understand, right?”
Dave swallowed and smiled back at his wife. Her threats of skipping the legal process suddenly became very real for Dave and a cold sweat broke out across his neck. “We've each got one, so I need you to try really, really hard not to be a disgusting pervert. I really don't want to have to dig your grave.”
The words were cold. The tone was sugary sweet, and yet Dave was overcome by a primal sense of danger. As though he'd suddenly found himself living in a cage with feral tigers. Any sudden movement, any squeak or twitch or flinch would have them tearing him to pieces before he knew it was happening.
“I'll, uh… I'll be in our-your, room. H-have fun o-out there.” Dave could feel each of their stares on his back as he turned to leave the room once more. It made him feel like sprinting down the hallway to escape the danger. Was this how it was going to be? Feeling like a mouse in his own home? Scurrying from room to room, trying not to be seen? But… Elly had come back. For better or worse, Elly had come back to him. He would make this work. He had to.
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Elly watched Dave shuffle out of the room and blew out a breath. "He fucking bought it. I can't believe he actually fucking bought that. He's a bigger loser than I thought. God knows what I saw in that sack of shit."
Daniel chuckled and shrugged, "He's white. Honestly, we've never been humanities best."
Miranda chirped from where she stood, "You got that right, guy can't even stand up for himself. He didn't even fucking touch me and yet he's just rolling over and taking it. It's actually super gross."
Elly shivered with exaggerated disgust, "Ugh, whatever, that's done now. He knows the score and we've got some room to breathe. Devon wants this house as a new drop point for his business so we're going to have to play things safe for a while. I'll keep doing what I can to beat some sense into that pudgy white fuck, but don't be scared to rattle his cage a bit, too. We've got three hundred pounds of weed showing up sometime this evening so you're on deck, Em."
Miranda smiled, "I hope he's cute, and hung."
Elly shook her head, "Yeah, yeah just remember to fuck him AFTER you scale the dope. I'm not fucking this up on the first day because my ******** couldn't keep a dick out of her cunt long enough to weigh some weed."
MIranda rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out. Elly turned her attention to her son, "Ready to make some money? We've got twenty pounds to sell and two pickups to make, if we factor in time for sex at each of the pickups we might just get back before midnight. Gonna need your game-face, babydoll."
Daniel nodded somewhat nervously, "Hopefully this works out, I think it'll be really good for us if we can get in on the ground floor. If we do this right, and keep Devon close, we won't need Da-I mean, Dave, for very long."
Elly nodded back, "That's the plan; get in, make money, ditch the loser. The better we do this, the faster we can get rid of him. With enough cash we can just pay for professionals to raise our kids properly instead of having that spineless bitch rubbing off on them. I don't know about you guys, but the thought of that man caring for my kids now just fucks me up."
her children nodded in agreement and they set out to accomplish their goals. Soon, their house would be a hub for the trafficking operation Devon was building. Elly had played her cards exactly how she needed to, but she still had a ways to go before securing a better future for her children. It wasn't enough. She needed to keep pushing, keep fighting, keep taking. Devon was still the best shot she had at making that happen.
she looked up the stairs as she and Daniel passed by on the way to the front door. Dave had no fucking clue what was coming. The limp-dicked idiot wouldn't even see it coming, when it happened. Elly would need to make sure she asked for a recording of it. She needed to watch it happen, she needed to see it for herself when they came for him. And they would come, she would make damn sure of that.
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I try to make sure characters are believable both through their motivations and their dialogue. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my story 
I hope I can continue to write enjoyable works for you in the future as well!!
btw why did you choose to call it "Love Not Yet Lost"? I suspect it's the love Dave feels towards his wife 
also how Elly schemes to continue the situation she placed herself in is top notch, if you will have a chance to lean more on that aspect it would be glorious <3 How many chapters do you expect?
it's comments like these that keep authors writing. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my story! I'm glad you enjoyed it! It means a lot that you were able to connect to Daniel so well, I'm never sure if I've captured the essence of someone well enough for a reader to relate to them. I hope I can continue to inspire you in the future as well! 
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