Little House Lewd: Chapter 3

When she woke to the cold bedroom she could still hear her cousin’s pained moans from all those years ago when she had first come out to Silver Lake, before a town was even built. Groggy and disoriented, she turned on the tiny sofa only to realize a moment later that she was looking out into the room through a three inch gap in the curtain that had been securely closed when she went to bed.

In the moonlight through the window on the other wall, Laura could clearly see Mr. Brewster atop his wife who was face down on the bed, her arms pinned as he moved above her. What Laura had dreamed as Charley’s moans of pain had been those of Mrs. Brewster, whose face was pushed into the bed as she sobbed through groans.

Terrified to breathe, Laura lay frozen watching through the slit in the curtain and wishing the night were not bright with the full moon. If it had been as dark as the night in her dream she could have been spared from the awful details of the brutal act only a few yards away. Mr. Brewster said nothing, made no sound save for the slap of his bare skin beating against his wife.

Desperately Laura wanted to reach over and pull the curtain closed, but she was too afraid. She continued to stare as her body began to shake.

Mrs. Brewster turned her head, and one glaring tearful eye made contact with Laura’s.

“The harpy’s watching!” the other woman shrieked, her voice muffled against the mattress. “You want a warm hole so bad go take her already you monster!”

Her scream ended in a howling sobbing moan, and her glaring  eye squeezed shut. Mr. Brewster did not stop pushing into her. He merely turned his head to confirm that Laura was awake, watching in horror. He beckoned her to come to him.

Laura was too afraid to move. She desperately wished for the fury that had saved her from her cousin years ago, but she was no longer a young girl with nothing to lose but her dignity. Her family depended on her wages from this job not only to keep Mary in college but to provide for her younger sisters and help with the debt.

Aside from her moral obligations, there was over 2 feet of snow outside and 12 miles between her and town and a sheriff. There was no chance that she, alone and dressed only in her night gown, would survive the -20 degree temperature outside long enough even to make it to the house only one mile away. Even if by some miracle she could make it, all that awaited her there was Mr. Brewster’s own brother and likely as not he would only help Mr. Brewster, not her.

Finally, with no other options available, Laura left the narrow couch and approached the couple. The view of the two joined like that brought a blush to her own face so hot she would not have been surprised if she were glowing in the dark. She looked away, embarrassed, but Mr. Brewster grabbed her face in one massive hand and turned her back to look at the place where his body entered his wife.

Laura could hardly believe what was happening. Nothing felt real anymore. Somewhere in her mind she was sure that she was still asleep having a horrid nightmare.

She watched the length of him slowly moving and was shocked to see how much wetness there was.

“She acts like she hates it, but Liv has a whore’s heart. She’s already came off twice tonight. For all her carrying on she’s just fine,” Mr. Brewster said in his weird wooden way. Still holding Laura’s face, he buried himself up to the root within the glistening space between his wife’s legs. Standing so close, Laura could hear a faint wet squelch from the other woman who seemed to have gotten wetter from his words.

Laura felt heat growing within herself as she was forced to watch the coupling, the sounds growing more lascivious and a hot scent filled the room. Mrs. Brewster still sobbed, but Laura could hear now that not all of it was misery. The other woman gasped, some of her cries turning more to moans through her tears. Suddenly, the other woman’s body went rigid, seeming to vibrate as her spine bowed.

The sounds became suddenly so wet that it sounded like pulling a stuck foot from a hungry sucking mud puddle over and over and Mr. Brewster moved faster. Flecks of moisture speckled her face. Mrs. Brewster was screaming. Laura was sure she was badly injured until she saw that the liquid flowing out of her was not blood. In the moonlight it looked as if someone had poured a cup of thick water between man and wife.

“Please, I’ve seen you’re point,” Laura pleaded. She understood now that Mr. Brewster had wanted her to know that whatever happened between them, it was seemingly consensual regardless of how it may have appeared. “Let me go back to bed. It’s too cold to stay standing here.”

He didn’t reply. He didn’t let go of her face. Instead, he pulled her by his grip on her chin and dragged her onto the bed. She scrambled not to fall onto Mrs. Brewster’s back, managing only to hold herself over top of the other woman. The back of her nightgown was thrown over her head, large hands quickly lifting and setting her back down so she was on hands and knees lengthwise above the other woman. Struggling to free herself from the twisted night dress something jerked behind her, fabric ripped, and sudden cold air breezed against her nethers.

“STOP!” she shrieked, terror at what was coming washing all else away.

Large hands grabbed hold of her shoulders to force her still. She felt the bottom drop out of her stomach as the bulbous tip of a hard appendage nudged against her own private folds.

“Please…no…I’ll do anything just please don’t do this to me,” she begged in a breath, voice incapable of rising higher than a whisper.

The probing hardness paused just on the verge of spreading her open.

“I’ll make a deal with you,” Mr. Brewster’s voice said from behind her.

“Anything,” she quickly promised. “Whatever you want if you don’t do this to me.”

The hardness bobbed, lightly slapping against her nub, eliciting a strange electric tingle she tried to ignore.

“Liv, go get the belt.”

The other woman shakily extracted herself from under Laura, leaning over the edge of the bed. There was a scraping of something being dragged out from under the bed, rustling of searching through a chest, and she found herself set to the side and the edge of the nightgown finally off her head. Mrs. Brewster faced away from her with her head hanging, one arm reaching towards Mr. Brewster with some strange strappy device in her hand. He took it, and turned his attention back to Laura.

“Here’s the deal, young woman. You’ll do anything I say, when I say it, how I say to do it for the duration of your stay. In return you’ll be allowed to wear this here chastity belt that will keep me or any other man from taking you without the key. But, I keep the key. You defy me, and I’ll unlock it and take what I want out of you,” he explained tonelessly.

Laura stared at him, jaw slack in shock at this bewildering turn of events.

“That device will keep any men from doing that to me?” Laura asked dubiously. He nodded. “And what would you want me to do?”

“Anything I say. I wont deflower you or have anyone else to do it, but I’ll get other things out of you. Take the deal or you can spread your legs now and I’ll take what I want,” he advised.

With a deep sinking feeling in her chest, Laura agreed to the deal.