Multiple POVs

Trigger Warnings: sexual assault, rape, molestation, violence, forced drug use

Marissa's POV

I think the boarding crew was about to pass out as they watched me kiss all fourteen of the guys. Each one had a word of encouragement and advice as they kissed me. When I finally walked onto the boarding gate I let out a sigh. I know I needed to see my mother, but now I was starting to second guess my decision to have them stay behind. I sent a final text: Putting the phone on airplane mode now - love you all. I pressed the send button and changed the settings.

"Ma'am, you'll need to put the phone on airplane mode," an attendant said as I stepped through the door.

"Oh, that's what I was doing," I smiled and slipped the phone into my pocket.

"Good to know," I spun around as I heard a familiar voice and saw Chloe's grin, then felt a pinch in my neck just before everything went black.

Jackson's POV

"Paperwork is all in order. I had some friends at your Academy take care of it," Dalton said as he sipped his drink. "Marriage license is under your real name to avoid legal issues, and I've already had all her documents changed as well." He glanced at his watch, "Chloe should be here soon with her. We'll need to wait a while longer before heading back to Houston. I'll drop Chloe off at the estate to keep it going until you bring Marissa home."

"Sir, would it be best for you just to take Marissa straight away?" I asked. I didn't trust his plan, mainly because it put me at risk.

He took a long swig off his drink and shook his head, "Not a good idea. Those damn men will look in Texas first thing when they realize she's missing. Besides, you have to hold up your end of the bargain. She can't return to Texas until she's good and pregnant - not to mention you've gotten her attitude under control."

I cleared my throat, "Well, it's been months since you had her IUD removed, and with all the drugs we've given her, the pregnancy won't be an issue. I'm sure Chloe can help with something to speed up the conditioning as well if needed." I tapped the top of the desk nervously. "She'll be just what you want in no time, sir."

He gave me a harsh glare, "She better be, I'm fucking paying you enough. You need to keep a firm hand on her, Jackson. Don't be afraid to punish her, my girlie can take a lot of pain." His eyes shone with pride, "I trained her the right way. If it hadn't been for that worthless street urchin she married, she'd still be following orders." He took another swig from his drink. "That's the key, boy, you have to keep a tight leash on them. Take her mother, for instance, that woman can't even pick her own clothes anymore. She eats, drinks, fucks when I say and only when I say. Hell, she's been the center of many a business deal over the years," he chuckled darkly, "Gal's just getting a tad old to be of use anymore. Still, she was one helluva ride once upon a time."

This man made my skin crawl. I mean, I've done some really fucked up things, but at least I recognized how bad they were. Not Dalton Ryland. This man thought that his lifestyle and the way he turned his wife into a slave were normal. Hell, I think the old bastard even loved her in his own fucked up way. He even thought his own perverse sexual attraction to his daughter was normal and she should feel special that he wanted her that way.

"I'm gonna need proof before we leave," Dalton was saying when I came out of my own thoughts.

"Huh, you mean pregnancy proof?" I asked.

He shook his head, "Of consummation. I want to see you fuck her, Jackson. Hell, I want to fuck her once she's knocked up," he made a guttural sound and looked wistful, "Been too long since I've felt her tight little pussy."

Before I could respond, the door opened and Chloe stepped in leading a very dazed-looking Marissa. "Ahh, pet, you're here at last," Dalton gushed as he pulled Chloe into a kiss. I wanted to laugh, the look in her eyes was death. I knew she'd wait until the kid was born and his inheritance established then poor ole Dalton would have some kind of unfortunate accident. Of course, Marissa wouldn't fare much better. Once I'd met Dalton's requirements, I'd sell her off to the highest bidder. She'll be the perfect whore by the time I finish with her - no self-will, no limits, and no care for her own life. Keeping her around would only put me more at risk, especially with those damn Blackbournes sniffing around. Kinda sad really, when Chloe and I'd met her, we really did just want a playmate, but then the opportunities just kept stacking up. We simply couldn't pass up this kind of chance. If the fucking Blackbournes hadn't gotten involved, Rissa and I might have even had a normal marriage - well, as normal as I want.

Marissa's POV

"Well, let's get this finished," Jackson said. "I'm sure you two are anxious to have some alone time." I looked around the room trying to figure out how I got to my office. I saw Jackson standing at my desk with papers on it, then my father and Chloe were embracing - what?

"What's going on," I slurred.

"Hush now girlie, your husband and I are talking business," Father said, patting my cheek.

Swaying a bit, I blinked, "Husband..."

Jackson pulled me to him, his lips against my ear, and pointed to a paper on my desk, "Of course, darling, look." I tried to focus on the page, but my eyes weren't cooperating and I shook my head. "It says you are Mrs. Jackson Porter - did I forget to tell you my real name," he chuckled, "No matter." He pressed a kiss to my forehead and I swayed trying to lean away from him, but I was too weak. What had she given me? "Now, Rissa, we need to set up some rules. As my wife, you no longer work here. Matter of fact, your father and I now own the company and I'll be overseeing the day-to-day operations. And may I say that was such a wonderful wedding present. I'm honored you trust me so much," he laughed cynically.

"Next we need to discuss our family planning, wife." I heard Jackson chuckle and a pants zipper being undone. I tried to move but he pushed me over the top of my desk and I felt my skirt lift as he ripped off my panties. "The plan is to fill that belly with lots of babies as quickly as possible."

"Please," I whimpered, "Don't."

"Shh, Rissa," he grunted as he forced his way inside of me. "Just need to seal the deal."

"Jackson, stop, pl...please," I begged.

"Fuck, you're so tight, Rissa," he moaned as he continued to thrust inside of me. "You keep saying no, but you're dripping wet for me my little whore," he grunted.

I heard heavy breathing and then the sound of another pair of pants being unzipped. "That's it girlie, take him like a good wife," my father crooned. Jackson's hand tangled in my hair and he yanked my head up as he continued to pump inside of me. My father moved to the edge of the desk, stroking his own exposed cock and I whimpered no, but he came closer. "Come on, girlie, open wide, just like old times," he groaned as he shoved his cock into my mouth. Tears ran down my face and I squeezed my eyes shut praying this was just a nightmare. Both men continued to grunt as they soon filled me with cum. My father held my mouth closed and massaged my throat, forcing me to swallow.

Chloe's POV

I had to force myself not to vomit as I watched the two men before me. I felt bad for Marissa. She was a really sweet person, but far too innocent for this world. If it hadn't been her father and us, then sooner or later someone else would have taken advantage of her naive nature. At least this way, she'll enjoy a few good years with Jackson before being sent overseas. I'm sure he already has a dozen buyers lined up in places like Saudi Arabia where she'd be so guarded and concealed no one could find her.

I looked up at the clock as I heard her whimpering. We'd need to leave soon to establish Dalton's alibi. In another hour, his poor wife would be dead, and he needed a visual alibi to eliminate him as a suspect. I wasn't about to risk her taking part of my son's inheritance. Dalton grunted as he finished in her mouth, and after forcing her to swallow, he stood and cleaned himself up. "Chloe, do you have her purse and phone?"

I held up the bag, "Right here. She'd already placed it on airplane mode, so I won't switch it on until we reach the airport. Then you'll need to take it with you or drop it in a large lake. Victor's tracking program is well known in the Academy. Once they realize she isn't in Texas, they'll activate the program."

Jackson was zipping up his pants as Marissa was still face down on the desk, crying softly. "Any instructions?"

"If she gets too resistant, give her a dose. Keep it to a minimum though, we don't want to hurt any baby that you two manage to make. I'd say if you give her a little once a day you should be able to maintain it."

"What about the conditioning?" Dalton asked, "Jackson said something about training."

I rolled my eyes, "That takes time. The first priority is getting her pregnant and keeping her at the house. Jackson has the subliminal equipment already at the house. It's like what they used in the cold war to reprogram sleeper agents. He will restrain her at night and attach the sensory deprivation equipment. The recordings are broadcast while she sleeps." Dalton gave me a skeptical look. "It works and it's much safer than drugs for the baby. Think of it like hypnosis but on a much deeper level."

"Better fucking work," Dalton muttered as he took my hand and led me out of the building.  

Author's Notes:  The next chapter is equally dark...