This is a story about Love... I think...
Eclipse Island: Aimii's Story: Epilogue
Yesterday, Kenji took me to the park near the beach in town. We usually don't hang out on Eclipse because seeing Robert at times becomes too painful. This time though, I just really wanted to be alone with him.
I love the guys and all, but Kenji will always be the reason I am in this family, dysfunctional as it is. Maybe it's Stockholm syndrome.
Anyway, while we were at the park, a baby girl on the playground started crying for her daddy. Seeing no one right away, I went over to comfort her. Before I could reach her however, Robert appeared out of nowhere and snatched her away. He ignored me as usual but as he passed he snarled at Kenji..
"You're supposed to keep her away from me."
I nearly collapsed from the pain, truly wanted to die but Kenji just smiled his special smile.
Later after he took me home, he dragged me into a wing of the house that's usually shut down. As he pulled me thru the unlit rooms he began ripping my clothes off. Knowing that he was in one of his moods, I quietly let him lead me thru the dark. Whatever he was up to, I could feel this episode would be bad.. and the guys were not here to buffer it. Finally he stepped behind me and bent me over what felt like the edge of a chair. As he pushed himself inside my ass, he leaned over and whispered into my ear
"You wanna have another baby to replace the one you..." he chuckled, "misplaced?"
I have long since learned to hold back my tears, but as the lights came on in that unused nursery and I found myself face down on the changing table with Kenji ripping into my ass, the image of Robert’s little girl came to my mind..
She had the most beautiful Silver-Grey eyes.
I cried myself to sleep last night. Despite the hard-on he gets from my tears, Kenji has managed to leave me alone. I may never understand what comes over him, I think he's bipolar, or maybe it's the full moon.
What I do know is that up until yesterday I’ve been content to live here. I can take his sexual cruelty, in many ways I have come to accept that's who he is.
I could have continued to pretend he didn't take our child away from me and I may never know if my baby is still alive. I can no longer continue to lie to myself though, the pain I have been hiding from is too much to bear. I will not get pregnant just to go thru this again. I can't!!
Cruelty is not Love, and enough is enough.
I am Aimii...
and this is my story.
If you’ve lived on Eclipse, or just visited for that matter, I’m sure you’ve heard about the Knight Brothers. I’ve learned over the past 3 years that we happen to be fodder for the gossips. Who we are, who we fuck, and what we do. The fact that the guys are the richest family on the island doesn’t help much. The most popular complaint is that the brothers are collecting a harem. Well… that’s kinda true. I’ve occasionally heard other rumors, but… well I won’t go into those. Hatred is an ugly thing.
The beginning:
I moved to Eclipse about 4 years ago with my husband Robert.
Rob was my entire world, my HS sweetie, I would've moved anywhere, done anything for him. So when his research for NightFang Industries brought him out here, moving was not an issue.
Well, I say moving was not an issue.. but boredom was. Rob is one of those brilliant guys who can solve world hunger, but forgets to change his clothes. When he wasn't in the field, he was researching. Eventually I started to lose my mind.
Rob took everything in stride, and funded my dream of opening a B&B in our home.
I guess he thought that I would enjoy the company while he was gone, and I did. I love being a Hostess and the Inn was so much more than I could have ever hoped for.
The B&B had been open for about 6 months when I started having one particular "regular" customer. This guy was always here during my slow periods and in the fall and winter he was often the only person in the inn other than me.
Gorgeous, Smart and funny... Kenji Knight.
Kenji is the kind of guy most people notice.. usually for all the wrong reasons. Sculpted body, waist length hair and a face that broadcasts both African heritage and Asian Ancestry, Kenji is a wet dream walking. Yet during that long winter on the Isle I found that he had a mind as keen as my Rob's. Tony Stark, Bruce Wayne and Bill Gates, with the body of Batista… Kenji was a genius. Same nerd-type, prettier package.
I won't deny that it was more than just missing Rob that threw me into his arms.. but soon enough we were doing things together outside of the Inn.
As Rob's hours grew longer and his work took him further and further away, it became almost routine to go out with Ken, and honestly, anyone who didn't frequent the inn most likely assumed that we (Ken and I) were a couple.
I dunno when I truly started to fall for him, but eventually I was head over heels in love... I thought.
When we finally skated across the line that separates inappropriate behavior
from plain old adultery,
It was almost a relief to have him fuck me.
Rob was my first and only lover so I learned quite a few new things that day.
Looking back I wouldn’t change a thing about that, but when guilt set in, I went running home totally ashamed. I loved Rob, and regardless of my new feelings for Kenji, I KNEW I was wrong. I made a promise to myself to reevaluate my so-called loneliness and settled in to be a good wife once again. I managed to put Kenji out of my mind and succeeded in avoiding him for the rest of the season. I was glad that when it happened, we were at his home and not mine. I didn't have to live with a daily reminder of what I had done.
It wasn't until...
that I realized we had a problem. Don't ever believe that karma won't return for you.
Robb was excited until his brilliant mind started doing the math and he realized that there was no way he was in town when conception occurred. It took me a little while but finally I had to come clean about the entire Kenji situation. I'll never figure out if he was more hurt than angry or more angry than hurt. He said some awful things to me, and more out of shame than anger or pain, I lashed out at him. When the smoke cleared Robb was devastated, and I was out on my ass.
Broke and alone on an Island where the only person I knew, was a one night stand... That's how I came to be standing in the driveway at Packland waiting for Kenji to come home.
I guess I’ve already mentioned that Kenji is rich. And if I mentioned that I should also mention that he had no real reason for staying at the inn. It never occurred to me back then that he was merely out to get me, and I guess that's something that I have never understood, Why me?? Let's just leave it at: I have come to realize that Kenji was on a mission.
As it was, when he found me standing in his driveway that evening, Kenji took one look at me and bundled me into the house. He betrayed himself with the smallest of smiles when he found out I was pregnant.
He moved me into one of the houses on the estate and For the next couple of months, all he showed was the utmost concern for me and my welfare. You name it, he took care of my every need. One of our few trips into town resulted in me getting a complete makeover. My hair was cut and colored, my wardrobe was changed and my makeup was redone. It took me a while to realize I was being remade in a fantasy image, but for the love I was receiving, it was a small price to pay.
I had gained so much weight, tits, belly and ass that I developed a complex. I worried about everything; In addition to a private doctor, Kenji showered me with all the physical and emotional attention I needed. It was great to feel that I was beautiful and loved as I was going through my changes so it was not hard to convince myself to accommodate his demands. The idea that I was carrying his baby was an extreme turn-on for him, and as my pregnancy progressed he let more and more of his kinks show. I was introduced to his love of bondage and voyeurism. I wasn't completely innocent, and though Rob was not the most experimental of lovers, I told myself that Kenji was not really extreme, just different.
The upstairs of our house had a half wall separating the space into 2 rooms. The larger division was furnished with a bed, a divan and a wardrobe, and although we kept our clothing in the bedroom on the first floor, I spent more time up there because this was Ken’s preferred location for sex. The walls in both rooms were mirrored, and there was a gym type shower in the smaller room division. Ken loved to lie on the rug in the middle of that room and masturbate while watching me shower.
There were times when he would join me. On those days he would fuck me hard, pinned against the wall as the water beat down on us, working more for his own pleasure than mine.
When it came to his own needs Kenji was insatiable, so between him and the pregnancy, I was either, resting, fucking or recovering. As a result I rarely went out.
I was so cocooned in my new world, that the fact that I no longer saw anyone other than Kenji did not bother me. He took such good care of me that the idea of him being the only person in my world was not an unwelcome one, but I was happy to avoid the general public to protect both my own shame and Robert’s reputation and feelings. It never occurred to me back then that I was isolated by design. The time that Kenji spent away from home was not so extreme that I felt the need to question where he went and what he did.
I was secure!Near the end of my second trimester, we moved into a new place off the estate, because Kenji told me that he felt we needed more space. As large as the estate was, I wondered about this, but I never argued with Kenji. If he wanted a bigger house then I was silent and right behind him.
We moved into this house that had the most open floor design I’ve ever seen. For real, it was a voyeur’s dream, no one room had four walls. I had to get used to ALWAYS being on display. The first week there was a real experience in letting go of my inhibitions. Whereas the house at Packland Estate made me feel welcome, this one made me feel like I was still trying to find my place in Kenji’s life.
It was in the first week there that I finally met Kenji’s “family”; his brothers Hunter and Gabe and their girlfriends. At first glance, the three guys are like physical clones; but their personalities and their features were very different. Hunter is a very serious, military type. Gabe looked like there was more latin blood in him. He was more fun loving, the pretty-boy. Ken explained they all had different mothers. Hunter chuckled and added “poppa was a rolling stone.”
Siobhan and the Guys
HUNTER
Kenji spent more of his daytime hours away from home so in an effort to give me company and keep me from being totally bored, the guys hung out with us a lot at the new place. We had Game Night pretty much everyday, and I got to know the girlfriends, Siobhan, Anji and Sunni.
Siobhan seemed to be the oldest, more so in personality and experience than in age. Her personality, while a little bossy, was rather easy-going. She took a motherly role towards my pregnancy, often offering advice and suggestions. I was a little in awe of her. I quickly learned that no one crossed “Vahn”.
Sunni was a bit aloof towards me. She had a way of hiding behind her hair and clinging to Gabe. On the other hand, she would participate in our games so actively and ferociously that I soon learned it was better to be on her side and losing, than against her in any capacity.
SUNNI
From their behavior towards each other I began to question just who was dating whom. I initially thought that Sunni and 'Vahn were going out with Hunter and Gabe, but just wasn’t sure how Anji fit in.
Anji was the youngest of us. She was twenty two at the time and pretty much still the same bubbly teenager she must’ve been. She was friendly enough towards me when Ken wasn’t in the immediate vicinity but would often seem very angry when he was. In general though, they were all nice and we got along well.
After the first few times they came over as a group, the girls started rotating out, and the guys would come over paired off with dates. Still, Anji seemed to take less turns, and had more of an attitude when she came. I was worried that she was beginning to feel like a fifth wheel, but Kenji just said not to worry about it, she was fine.
**~~**~~**
One night after another one of our long game sessions, Kenji left to drop everyone home. He was taking a little longer than normal so I called Packland to see if he was still there. Anji picked up the phone. It had been a while since we had spoken so we caught up on gossip and girl stuff. I told her that I couldn’t fall asleep; speculating that it was a hormone thing. She suggested that maybe I should watch a movie. I couldn’t think of anything better to do, so I decided to follow her advice. I knew that the company had their own network on which they broadcast employee relevant info as well as free movies. It didn’t surprise me that Kenji had additional “Executive” channels because Kenji spoils himself, but I was NOT prepared to see myself, naked, spread across his 76” TV. I could relive in Hi-def full color, any of my experiences with Kenji, and any of his… period. The selection of the latter was daunting, stuff that Hefner would be proud of.
I stood in front of the screen and cried, Heartbroken was not quite the word for it, but it’s a starting point.
That’s where Kenji found me… I am pretty sure my sobs had already alerted him to the problem but as he walked into the living room with his cocky air, I tried to remember who I was, before I turned my life over to the dubious love of this stranger. I immediately confronted him, first with the videos of him with other women and then finally with the ones of myself. I dared him to explain, confident in the knowledge that I was done, and leaving.
Kenji smiled his special smile.
“I like sharing with my brothers” he said, “and this is the way I share you.”
At that point he sat down to watch one of the movies as though there was nothing else to discuss. There wasn’t.
I went to the bedroom to pack, and was halfway done when I realized that everything I now had was provided by Kenji. My life on Eclipse was either as Kenji’s girlfriend or Robert’s wife. I had nowhere to go, no one to turn to. What could I do?
I cried myself to sleep and awoke to find Ken in the bed with me, hard and ready to go. For the first time it was easy for me to say no to him. I pulled myself out of his arms when he grabbed for me. Kenji was just turned on more by my pushing him away. This time however, instead of capitulating or giving up, I got out of the bed and started to walk away.
To this day I still can’t reconcile the sequence of the following events but in a split second Ken went from lying on the bed to standing before me. Snarling like a madman, he bore me to the floor with the weight of his body, and when I was next conscious of my surroundings I was cut up and bleeding, blindfolded and handcuffed, naked on the floor next to the bed. The same second during which he went from horny disappointment to crazed attacker, was the one in which I went from disappointed girlfriend to shocked crash test dummy. Kenji had never directed any ‘real’ violence towards me in any way other than during sex, so this new development had me completely confused. I would like to say that there was some fight in me still, but the truth is that at this point I was so afraid of this new Kenji and worried about the pregnancy, that I simply just blanked on what had occurred and fell in line with everything he said next.
He had me walk into the living room while he made a phone call. I was terrified, no idea what Kenji was up to, but I just knew that this is not gonna work out well for me. Blindfolded, I walked into the living room and felt for the bar stool he had said was in there, hoping against hope that this was not gonna be as scary as it felt. Deep in my soul something whispered it would be way scarier.
An eternity later I heard footsteps entering the room. Kenji was suddenly at my side, whispering in my ear.
“Be a good girl now, and I’ll go easy on you”.
Kenji announced:
“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming. Up for sale today we have this lovely, fertile submissive. There will be a 5 minute inspection period before the bidding begins.”
He helped me down off the stool and as I stood there in the darkness of the blindfold, I was pinched and poked and fingered, licked and bitten. I was kissed, my mouth forced open as someone tasted my tongue. Up until that point I still held hope that this was another one of Ken’s games, but the feel of that tongue in my mouth, so foreign, brought reality crashing in on me. Someone caressed and parted my pussy lips and two fingers found their way into me. At times, Ken would stand behind me, caressing my belly, his cock pressed against my ass, turned on by the scenario. I took comfort, when I could, in the feel of his hand against my belly, so sure that he wanted this baby badly and everything else was just a game to him. A sick game but a game, nonetheless.
I managed to hold it together thru the auction part of the game, then came the point when one of the buyers, I thought it was Gabe, suggested they pool their funds and ‘share’ me. This suggestion was met with discussion on who would get the first turn.
I was pushed unto my knees with Kenji kneeling behind me. As he slid into my pussy he slowly pushed my head down towards the floor until I was kneeling, face down in someone else’s pussy. Ken kept a tight hold on me, forcing my head down but using my handcuffed arms to balance me and keep both of our weights off my belly.
“Eat her.” He said, “And make it good.”
So began the longest night of my life.
I ate my first pussy that way, face down between the legs of a woman I could not see, while the man I loved fucked me hard and kept me from collapsing unto my unborn child. I wish I could put my experience in a better light , Sadly that was the whole of it. With Kenji’s whispered threat hanging over my head, I licked and tongue fucked her until she was screaming and writhing under me. The pressure on my back didn’t let up until the last convulsion wracked her body. Then I was pulled upright as she kissed and licked her juices off of my face.
Kenji began pounding me, a hard cruel tempo that meant he was close to coming, and when the other dick slid past my lips, it’s owner immediately picked up Ken’s rhythm. His head was almost as thick as Kenji’s, but he was a bit longer so I soon found myself struggling to breathe between thrusts and fighting to stay upright without the use of my hands. The girl had remained under me, licking on my tits so when both guys lost control she actually supported my weight.
I had hoped that the orgasms would bring some of the torture to an end but Ken growled “Baby bro, you have got to try this”.
I heard Gabe say to him in disbelief, “Dude, you did NOT?!?”
“Every phucking time with her, man. Every phucking time.”
I’ve never understood that exchange but I didn’t have time to try to understand because Hunter helped Gabe put me down on the rug. As Gabe pushed his way into my pussy, two pairs of lips found my breasts and began alternately sucking and biting around my nipples. The orgasm hit me hard and fast arching my body off the floor and opening me up wider to Gabe. As I rode one of the tremors he slammed himself into me, his balls slapping against my ass.
He moaned and stopped moving, letting my walls constrict around him, “Goddamn K. I am soo jealous.”
“Just be gentle with my bitch, Gabe.”
The night stretched on, I was fucked in every position possible, there was rarely less than 2 people on my body at any given time. I was forced into various positions all the while blindfolded and cuffed. I was ‘punished’ for gagging or coming too soon. Occasionally a gag was used but more for the aesthetic pleasure of my tormentors, and as a prop for the rape fantasy than for any need to silence me. I had been effectively silenced by fear and shock.
When the night was over and we were finally alone, Ken took me to the bathroom. I stayed in the shower for almost an hour, still blindfolded, and feeling like I would never be able to wash the night out of my memory. The entire time Ken sat in the bathroom, occasionally masturbating as he watched me bathe. Later he took me back to the couch and made love to me gently, like he used to. If for a second I ever considered leaving, the thought was squelched by the realization, that I had no one, no place to run to, I was alone and pregnant on an island practically owned by my captor.
When Ken awoke the next day, he asked me if I wanted to be released from my cuffs. I gave the only response I thought was safe. “No”.
The next two months continued in basically the same fashion. I remained blindfolded and cuffed for most of the time; always giving Kenji the safe answers, never showing him that I wanted to be out of the submissive role he’d forced me into.
Kenji returned to being the sweetheart who seduced me away from my husband. Other than my wardrobe of bondage, he continued to baby and cater to me. We never spoke of my unhappiness, mainly because I learned that when he was pissed he had a way of making sex unpleasant. One night he was being extremely rough, and I squirmed as if I was trying to get away from him, he flew into a rage and began to slash at my back and ass. His nails felt like claws. After he came, he spent an eternity licking the blood from my skin. Very often I would lie in bed hurting while the sheets stuck to cuts on my ass and arms, because Kenji lost control while fucking me. His violence was the elephant in our bedroom, but I was beginning to become oblivious to the shyt.
On days when Kenji was at work, one or more of the girls would come keep me company. I found myself growing to like Anji, she was very sweet and extremely tender towards me. Siobhan had a motherly attitude towards us all, but sometimes she felt more like a warden than a friend. The girls were all lovers, something that surprised me. When Sunni and Siobhan were with me, I would go along with whatever they wanted. I was always afraid that a refusal on my part would elicit a punishment from Kenji. A punishment from Kenji was always some of the more sadistic sex games he could think of.
With Anji, I was never afraid to say I didn’t want to be touched. We’d had a very uncomfortable conversation once, where she asked me about cuts on my arms. I told her about Kenji opening up my back with his nails. From that day she was very careful of my moods, and she would always cover me with the girls. They treated me like a sister either way and were very conscious of my needs, but I just was never sure.
The guys were different. They never tried fucking me if Kenji was not home. When we were alone they both babied me. Gabe acted like a big kid. Hunter was a little more emotionally remote, but he seemed deeply invested in the baby’s welfare as well as mine. They cooked, took me out, did anything I needed done and then some. Somewhere in my mind I began to think of myself as being at home.
One day, during a particularly rough session with Kenji, I went into labor.
This is the shortest part of my story…
Ken would not call anyone…
At some point I passed out from the pain and when I woke up I was in bed, clean with pajamas on, and no baby. There was a pool of blood on the floor but both Ken and the baby was gone.
I managed to drag myself to the top of the stairs but I envisioned my collapse down the stairs and chickened out, returned to bed. I awoke to find Kenji reading next to me. I asked him where the baby was and his response ripped my heart out and almost killed me.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I wondered if the baby had died and if Kenji was trying to spare me the pain. I found that I would rather know that he was dead and gone than to play the game Kenji played. Twice more that day I asked about the baby. On the third inquiry, a very angry Kenji whirled to face me and snarled “Ask me again and you won’t live to learn the answer.”
He stormed out of the house and a few minutes later Siobhan and Sunni came and got into bed on either side of me. I put on a not-so-unhappy face and let them hold me until we all fell asleep. Kenji didn’t return that day.
That was 2 years ago. Until his hateful suggestion yesterday, my baby was never mentioned by anyone. A part of me is gone. The part that would’ve stood up and walked out of this relationship when the abuse started; that part of me is dead.
I am now truly a part of the “family”. We are all lovers with or without Kenji’s attendance. Kenji has deteriorated to the point where his loving personality is rare, so even when he’s not acting like Mr. Hyde, he’s emotionally withdrawn from me. I love the girls, Anj and Vahn and Sunni. Hunter and Gabe: I have never met more gentle giants. Gabe especially, tries to be soft wherever Kenji is not. He does not have the key to my heart, but the times when we are alone are some of the few times I feel like I am honestly in charge of my situation.
I have the world at my feet. Being Kenji’s lady has afforded me wealth and a wealth of opportunities so I put on a happy face for the world and pretend to have fun.
One of the things about pretending to have fun is that eventually you begin to have fun. There are times I go entire days without wondering about the baby. There are months when I feel like I am in this family by choice and design. There are weeks when Kenji is the sweet funny man who seduced me out of an Inn and a happily ever after with my childhood sweetheart. Then there are days when he is the monster who revels in my struggles, bathes in my tears and claws at my body until our sheets are bloody.
There were days when I was happy and there were days when I was not, but there was never a day when I truly believed that Kenji had set out to break me down until my soul was empty.
I now know that I am wrong.
I am Aimii, this was my story.
Cruelty is not Love, and enough is enough. |
