"Come on, now," Creagon continued. "Admit it. You are going to shout and cry and carry on, no end, aren't you?"
"Whatever are you talking about?" Melissa asked, feeling a chill in spite of the heat of the morning. And, she really wasn't all that sure she even wanted to know what her brother was talking about.
"Why, when I fuck you, luv," Creagon said. "Why, when I incestuously shove this blood-bloated cock of mine right up your juicy little cunt."
Melissa's mouth dropped open. Her eyes went wide. She… actually… thought… she… was… going… to… faint.
This was madness! This was utter… utter… madness!
"Hold on, sister dear," Creagon said, "I'll be right up; and, we can get started. It'll rather be like old times, won't it?"
"Creagon!" Melissa screamed. But, her brother had disappeared through the French doors and disappeared into the house.
It wasn't true! It couldn't be true!It simply couldn't be true!
Melissa got a cramp in her stomach. She actually thought she was going to be physically sick.
Chapter 8
Melissa cringed back against the wall, finding the sudden silence even more nerve-wracking than the barrage Creagon had been making as he pounded on the door.
Melissa had hardly managed to rush from the balcony to the door and secure the safety chain before she had heard Creagon outside in the hallway. Melissa had then heard the scratch of metal against metal.
He did have a key!
The doorknob had turned, but the inside chain held.
Thank God the chain held!
And, then the noise had begun. Creagon had pounded… and pounded… and pounded.
"Creagon, go away! Go away!" Melissa had screamed over… and over… and over.
And, Creagon had not answered her with words but with more banging. The door had creaked under the strain.
Now, though, it was quiet. Too quiet! Creagon had stopped pounding, stopped banging.
And, Melissa was trapped. There was no place she could go. There was only the door and the window.
My God, the window! She had sudden visions of Creagon outside right then with a ladder, climbing up to get her.
Melissa had turned from her spot by the wall, thinking to make a rush to the balcony, when something hit the door from the hallway with such a force, that the wood actually splintered around the holding safety chain. Another blow followed; and, the inside chain broke under the strain. The door came open with such violence that its doorknob pulverized the plaster of the wall when it hit it.
Creagon had kicked open the door. He stood there now in the open doorway, naked except for a pair of boots he had put on for the chore now completed. He was breathing hard from the strain of his exercise, his muscled chest rising and falling with the expansion and contraction of his rib cage.
"Creagon, for Christ's sake…" Melissa said, cowering. She had faded back once again to the wall, pressing so tightly against the plaster that she seemed intent on being assimilated by it.
"Breaking down the castle doors has excited more than one soldier to rape," Creagon said. He stood, legs slightly apart, arms akimbo, his cock reared up so stiff in front of his belly that all Melissa could see of it was the wide expanse of the cock belly and the blossoming of the heart-shaped cockhead. "Battle always makes a man horny. You might ask your husband to tell you about that some time."
"Where is my husband?" Melissa asked.
"Don't worry, I've taken care of both John and Marne for the moment."
And, Melissa didn't know whether she should have been filled with horror or relief over that particular revelation. Because, in the final analysis, it seemed highly unlikely that John would have offered her much assistance. Hell, no! If Melissa knew her husband, John would have, more than likely, been turned-on himself by Creagon's disgustingly animalistic display of male macho.
"Look at the mess you've made of the door, Creagon," Melissa said, hoping that by calling his attention to the more mundane things she could possibly get his mind off whatever else he might have in mind.
"When we have another of our little talks with the lawyers, I'll have them deduct the cost of one door from my share of father's inheritance, huh?"
"Creagon, I really think this little game of yours has about run its course, don't you?"
"Game?" Creagon asked, as if it was news to him that he was even playing a game. "What game?"
"This me-Tarzan-you-Jane act of yours," Melissa said, trying to make light of the whole frightening situation.
Why couldn't she keep her eyes from wandering back to her brother's hard cock?
"You think I'm playing games?" Creagon asked, giving Melissa a smile that seemed to contain more than just the humor. He swaggered into the room, his cock weaving back and forth… back and forth in front of his muscled belly.
And, had that huge, blood-engorged truncheon ever really been shoved up Melissa's cunt? Surely not! Jesus, surely not!
"I'm not playing any game here, honey," Creagon continued. "All of this is dead serious. Because, I've come to deliver you out of that puritanical cage our dear old man so successfully managed to lock you up in before he died and went off to rot in hell."
"What cage?" Melissa asked, refusing to believe what she was hearing. "Do you really know what you're talking about, Creagon?"
"Oh, yes, I know," Creagon said. And, his smile grew wider. "Oh, yes, I certainly do know. And, you know, too."
"Really, I don't, Creagon," Melissa insisted. She wanted to run. Jesus, she wanted to run! But where exactly could she run to? The only exit, besides the window, was the door. And, she would have never been able to make it past Creagon without his stopping her. "I haven't the faintest notion."
"Then, let me spell it out for you," Creagon said. And, his right hand dropped to his stiff cock and began to obscenely stroke it. "Daddy caught his little boy and his little girl screwing. No harm really done, of course but, daddy wouldn't believe that. Daddy was born in, generation that looked upon all sex as slightly tainted So, he spent the last of his lifetime making you feel guilty."
"He was sorry," Melissa said, knowing she didn't like being forced into a position where she had to defend her father. "He did say he was sorry-in the end."
"The only thing he was sorry about was that he couldn't stick his cock in you himself," Creagon said.
"Oh, Creagon, don't even think such filthy thoughts!"
"That's why he was so put out, don't you know!" Creagon said. "He wanted you, and I got you. So, he punishes you, he punishes me, he punishes himself by locking you away in a school where the good nuns would rap your knuckles if your hand even got within playing distance of your sweet vagina."
"What do you know about those schools?" Melissa asked, embarrassed and indignant. "I was the one who went to them. Not you."
"So, you were, little sister," Creagon said. "And, you managed very well in pretending that the good sisters had converted you to their sexless ways. You probably even convinced our randy old man; so, any ideas of his ever trying to get his cock into your Christian-cleansed cunt would have put so many black marks in the big book against him that even his money would have never bought his way into paradise."
"You're disgusting!" Melissa spat. "You are a sick… degenerate… perverted…"
"Oh, for Christ's sake, save me the sermon!" Creagon said before his sister could think of any more damning epithets. "The speeches aren't going to do you any good anyway."
"What are you planning to do to me?"
"I thought I made that perfectly clear. I thought this made it perfectly clear," Creagon said, glancing down to call Melissa's attention to Creagon's cock which was still being caressed by the man's right hand. "I'm going to fuck you, sister. I'm going to fuck you long, and hard, and deep, and make you beg for more."