Thread: Levirate (Google and skittish_butterfly)

Constance was struggling like a small animal caught in a bigger stronger trap, but Jacob's painful fist in her hair was too much to free herself from. She couldn't get up, couldn't lift her head or shoulders higher than the vile bulge in his trousers he wouldn't stop grinding her cheek against. His cruel grip left her with nothing but tiny gestures of futility, gasping and cursing at him as she pounded on his shoes and pushed at his lower legs, trying to get herself away from him but only making her scalp hurt even worse. But it was his words that hurt the most. His mockery of Rory was more than she could take. Don't you dare talk about Rory like that! Don't you dare speak his name in this house -- in HIS home! He wasn't soft. He was good! Something you would just never understand! She all but spit the words down at his shoes as he just ground her face against his growing erection even more as his response. Finally her face was jerked back from the disgusting contact with his third leg, forced to face up to him as his pull in her hair hurt even worse. Ever since she learned about him those years ago, when she'd faced the prospect of being forced to marry him, Constance had formed a deep association in her mind that Jacob was crude, and lewd and uncaring. But seeing his face staring down at her as she twisted in his grip of her hair made it so much worse. She was flinging words back at him even as he was talking, trying to talk over him, to wipe his horrible words out of existence with her own, her voice both pitched high with anger and trembling with emotion, You're evil! I would never be your wife! You have nothing to teach me! Nothing... Her last words were cut off by a squeal of pain as he jerked her face down to the floor at his feet, his pull on her hair rough and demanding and adding to her gasps of dismay. This was her floor, where she walked every day, where she and Rory had made love that first week in their sleeping bags before the beds had arrived. She screamed at the floor in frustration, No!!!! You can't do this, stop! Stop this you jerk!!! You asshole With her father and the Elder her anger and frustration started to leak into her words, Let me go you... you fucking asshole! Her hands flailed but she couldn't barely even tell what they were flailing for with her eyes only able to stare at his shoes and the floor. She had used that ultimate curse word, the one she'd only used in anger once before in her life and could still remember the taste of the soap it had brought her, and it seemed now as if all of the righteous indignation she'd packed into it had somehow gotten to Jacob because he let go of her hair, just for a second at least. His hand went right to her shoulder, still holding her down, but at least she could bend her neck, look up from the floor, could see him crouching down, her eyes on his knees and feeling the heat of his malevalent gaze burning the back of her head. Instead of showing he was sobering up from this wild outburst, Jacob seemed to be doubling down on all he'd said, as if he believed this was all somehow... just... like he really meant it all. No!!! She yelled it at his knee but her words were aimed right at his heart. I would never let you... impregnate me! Even to think of it made her want to vomit. I... I'll tell the Elder you raped me! I'll have you excommunicated! If they say I'm married to you... I... The disgusting feel of something warm and wet along her cheek, like a sweating snake that she knew immediately was Jacob's tongue licking her like a dog. Everything was narrowing down to just her and him and panic as his taunts grew worse, more specific, more threatening and immediate. Constance didn't even think, her hands just pushing at his legs again, trying to struggle free of him. NO!! You can't! He was whispering but she screamed her response, clearly the old lady down the hall not wearing her hearing aid or maybe playing her soap opera too loud. Don't you dare touch me! My body belongs only to my husband! And he would NEVER touch me like that! She understood all to well what Jacob was hinting at, repulsed by his crude desires. But his hands were already working their way down her body, tugging at her shorts with one hand while he tried to grip and control her with the other, his body working its way to kneel behind her, like he was going to take her crudely, like a dog. Constance's scream was wordless, a scream to get her moving, to get her away from him. She began scrambling on hands and knees, twisting and squirming from his grip with all the strength she could muster from the Hip Hop abs workouts she'd stopped doing a few sad short months ago, struggling to crawl away from him even as she felt her shorts tugged over her hips taking her panties with them. She believed him, in her heart believing he was every bit as cruel as he sounded, that if she couldn't crawl free to the door and out into the hall to get away, he might well rape her. Stop! She tried to slap his hand away, but not stopping her struggle to get away on hands and knees, on the living room carpet now, staring at the door just 10 feet away, knowing her father and the elder weren't coming back at this point. She'd have to save herself from Jacob's cruelty if she didn't want to have to face the council of elders later in utter shame and have to explain what he'd done to her so they would get Jacob out of her life.