Chapter One

Lysa

His body weighs down on mine and I whimper when he rams his dick deep inside my ass. I can’t move from the spell he has binding me. I should be used to this by now, but I hate it. I hate him. How could a family be so cruel? I know this is not how family should treat each other, because I have seen other families. Families that have nothing yet still fill their lives with love. No one uses their little sister as their personal sex slave because she never developed powers.

I am an outcast witch because I do not have the ability to cast spells. I am useless, so they make use of me by hurting me. Aldric is the most brutal, but it’s my dad that hurts my feelings the most. I wonder what our people would think if they knew the great and powerful King Rystar fucked his little girl with the help of their future king after whipping her bloody. What if they knew that the loved Queen Isolde watched and has her own cruel ways of hurting her little girl? Would they care? What would they say if they knew there used to be three children? Would the witches of Thalorin be disgusted by this information? Maybe that’s why they keep me locked up.

They have tried for years to make me control my tongue, but I have no problem voicing myself. I get punished for it, but I’ll get punished either way. My very existence is worthy of a punishment. Don’t they know I am a product of them? They made me this way.

Aldric pounds into me harder and harder. My body is numb, and I am limp. His magic is still holding me in place, but I have stopped fighting. I always give up and accept that he’s going to finish. My back is blazing hot with thick welts that band around my body. That whip is vicious, and it will often reach around my body and welt my belly.

“Useless fucking witch,” he groans as he pushes deeper. “Cry for me, bitch. Look at those tears.”

“I hate you,” I mutter.

“You’re still taking my cock like a good little whore though, huh? You wanna come for your big brother? Come for me, bitch,” he grunts.

“No. No. No. don’t. Please don’t. I don’t want to…” My words are cut off with a disgusting moan that he forces out of me. He always uses his magic to force an orgasm out of him. He and Dad both do it because they apparently think it's hilarious when I come while crying.

“That’s it… See how good it feels? You like the way it feels, huh?” he taunts as he fucks me faster.

I hate this feeling. I hate how I have no control over it. I hate that my body responds. I hate that he keeps me on edge until I give in. It makes my brain and body hurt when he draws it out. “I hate you,” I moan through gritted teeth as I manage to move up onto my elbows to bury my face in my hands. He grabs me by the hair and I see that Mom and Dad are watching.

“I can feel it in your body, little sister. Come for me,” he taunts me as if I have a choice in the matter.

“I hate you. I hate you. I hate you,” I moan through rapidly developing tears. He groans deeply and starts going painfully hard and fast. His magic forces a disgusting orgasm to rip through my belly, making me moan through my near-hysterical crying. He keeps drilling into me, extending the sick feeling, but eventually, he falls. He pushes deep and comes with a growl.

“Ah, brother-sister bonding,” Dad remarks.

“What’s up?” Aldric asks him as he gets up and leaves me discarded on the floor of my room. It is filthy in here, but I do my best to keep it clean. I can only do so much without supplies. I stay lying motionless on the floor, inspecting the dirt. There are drops of my blood near me. I wonder how bad it was this time .

“The attack is about to begin. We need to help assist so we can ensure it goes smoothly,” Dad says. “You get your fill, or do you want more time?”

“Hmm. No, I’m good for now. We should celebrate after the spell is complete,” Aldric says.

“Yes. Lysa, prepare a meal for everyone. We will have guests in the castle, so be good,” my mom says. “When you finish, return here and keep quiet. We don’t want you disrupting the peace.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I say quietly as I move myself to the corner of the room where my wash basin is. They all leave the room, and I lay my head back and sigh.

What I don’t understand is why they keep me around. If I’m so awful and useless, why don’t they just kill me? Why keep me locked away in this room? I need to do what they told me to do, so I get up and clean my body as best as possible before putting on one of my favorite dresses. It’s worn and tattered, but it has beautiful flowers all over it.

I love flowers of all kinds. They make me happy and it’s something no one can take from me. I spend a lot of my time sitting at the window and looking out onto the giant field. Even in the winter, it’s nice because I can still imagine what it looks like in the spring. Wildflowers cover the field and it’s not like my family can get rid of all of them. They don’t even know I like flowers. Quite honestly, I don’t think they know much about me outside of my inability to cast spells.

Once I am ready, I leave my room, which is located in the far corner of the castle, and go to the main kitchen. They keep me separated so that no one can hear my screams when they visit me. I don’t think anyone outside of this castle even knows that I exist. If they do, I am sure my family has some bullshit story they have made up on why I never come into public.

I keep my head down as I walk to the main kitchen. Anyone who speaks to me ends up beaten and bloody at the hands of my mother. I’m not allowed to have friends and even when I was doing schooling as a child, the instructors were not permitted to speak to me beyond what was necessary. It’s stupid, really, but I don’t want anyone to get hurt because of me. It’s better and easier if I just keep to myself.

I put on an apron and set in on making food for everyone. I’d rather make too much than not enough, so I plan for more than I think will be here. Dad gets angry when I don’t make enough food. Maybe if we have extra, they’ll let me have a little bit of the leftovers. Usually, I have leftovers, but I have to plan ahead and make more. Even then, I have to be on my best behavior.

I am curious about what spell they’re casting. I may not be able to practice magic, but I have everything memorized. If they have several people helping, it must be something big. I have heard rumors of them wanting to mine in the neutral territory for Ignisium. This element is the essence of dragon fire, but it is scarce within Thalorin. It is mostly found within the neutral area between the witch territory, and the dragon shifter territory, Vulkara.

The neutral area takes up approximately twenty-five miles and is exactly that. Neutral. No war or conflict can take place in this area. Only the leaders are allowed to go into this area, but no one is allowed to build or mine. With our territory running low, I am guessing they are doing something stupid. Thalorin and Vulkara have a long-standing treaty and if they break that treaty, it will lead to war. The treaty is very simple, really. We can’t go there and they cannot come here. We leave each other alone and no one tries to kill anyone. Witches caught in their territory are promptly killed, it's the same for our territory with dragon shifters. For as long as I have been alive, there has never been a dragon in Thalorin. I have heard rumors and stories meant to scare little kids, but I’m not sure what is fact and what is fiction. Rumors say they are huge and feed on witches. The treaty was to prevent them from eating all of us.

I finish making and plating the food. All the servants have to do is take them out to the guests. I start cleaning up my area, but before I can finish, my parents come in with Aldric. They look like they’re in a good mood, thankfully. The spell must have worked.

“You cleaned,” Dad remarks.

“Yes sir,” I say quietly, keeping my head down.

“Make a plate and go to your room,” Mom says .

“Yes ma’am. Thank you,” I say before putting away my supplies. Before I can get away, Aldric stops me. He grabs my waist and pulls me in front of him before forcing me to look up at him.

“Eat extra. You need the energy,” he remarks with a smirk. I know that look. That look means that he is going to torture me later.

“Okay,” I whisper.

I leave the kitchen and quickly grab a plate of food before scurrying off to the other side of the castle. I kept it simple and just got meat and vegetables. I never know when I will get to eat again or what I will be served so I try to stick to things that will keep me full for longer. I do wish that I got to eat more, but I don’t want to have to do the things that would be required in order to eat the same serving as everyone else. Sometimes I feel like I’m only around to be their little tortured sex slave. Shouldn’t Mom be that for Dad? Aldric could always take a wife.

After I finish eating, I sit by the window and look out into the darkness. I wish I could get lost in it and never find my way back. I sometimes hope that I will go mad and be unaware of where or who I am. Maybe one day I can learn how to fly and leap out of this window. Hell, maybe that’s how I learn I can’t fly. Gravity is a hell of a wake-up call, I suppose.

Slurred mumbles and shuffling catch my attention. When I stand, my door comes open and I drop my head. Dad and Aldric are here, which only means one thing. An awful thing. I hate it when they show up at the same time. I knew they would come, but I guess I was hoping they would show up separately.

“Lysa,” Dad slurs with a sickening smile.

“Aww. She looks scared tonight,” Aldric chuckles as he stalks closer. “Don’t you want to have some quality family time, Lysa?”

“I hate you,” I say tearfully. “I hate both of you.”

When he grabs my dress, I make a mistake. A stupid mistake. I know better than to fight them. I know what happens when I don’t serve them the way they want. They came in here for obedience. When they are drunk, they make me lead. If I fight, they brutalize me. When I smack my older brother’s hand away, he promptly grabs me by the hair and throws me down to the ground. “Stop!” I scream. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me. Please.”

“Stupid fucking useless whore,” Aldric growls as he and Dad rip my dress off. When Aldric drops his pants, I make another stupid mistake and try to get away from him. I kick and scream as I try to get out of his grip when he grabs my ankle, but he easily drags me closer and pins my arms.

“Ow!” I yelp when he slaps me across the face. “Aldric, please. Please stop. You’re going to hurt me.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he growls. I scream out when he rams himself deep inside of me. It feels like fire ripping through my belly as he drives deeper and harder. “You want to hit me again, bitch? Huh? If you wanted to play rough, all you had to do was beg.”

“Stop,” I sob weakly. I am trying my best to not move, but the pain is intense. He hooks one arm behind my knee to push deeper, and I let out a shrill scream. My pain pleases him and he quickens his pace.

“Take my come, you filthy whore,” Aldric groans. “Let’s fill you up for Daddy. Hmm?”

“P-Please,” I stammer. “It h-hurts.”

“Fuuuuck. Yes… Oh, my gods, this tight fucking pussy… Fight me,” he moans as he grabs a tight hold of my throat. I can’t breathe suddenly, and I panic. I start pounding on his chest and clawing at his hands as he goes harder and harder. It’s like he’s trying to invade my body completely. Aldric moans are obnoxiously loud as he pumps his hips in shallow thrusts as he comes.

I expect at least a moment of reprieve, but my dad immediately straddles my face and rams his dick down my throat. Aldric holds my arms down so I can’t fight him as he violently fucks my face. Dad has his hands on the floor and his knees on either side of my face. This allows him to force himself all the way down my throat. I am praying to myself that this is how he gets himself off. When he attacks me any other way, his sickly-sweet ways hurt worse than when he is violently taking my throat. I would rather get beaten by Mom than hear him say the things he does while he makes my body betray me.

I stop fighting and accept what he is doing, hoping he will just finish. They take notice of my compliance and Dad gets off me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He’s going to do it. I know she is in here now, which means she is going to beat the shit out of me when they leave. She hates it when he is anything but violent. If I fight him, though, he will just spend hours forcing me to have back-to-back orgasms until I eventually pass out. He only does this when he’s drunk, and I hate it.

I am sobbing when he settles between my legs and lowers himself on top of me. He reeks of stale beer and his hot breath on my face makes me want to vomit. “Please, Daddy. Please don’t,” I say through broken cries.

“Oh, but Daddy loves this sweet little cunt,” he croons. He groans as he slowly pushes himself inside of me. “Oh… fuck. So tight. So fucking good for being so fucking useless.”

“Please stop, Daddy. I don’t want this,” I cry as he finds a pace that reaches deep. The friction from when Aldric took me is long gone and his come set things up so that Dad can torture me. He gets off on humiliating me and this is the only way they can. No matter how many times this happens, I feel so ashamed for it. When I have explored my body on my own, the feeling of an orgasm isn’t this icky. I know it should feel good, but not when it’s them. Not when they steal it from me .

Dad rests on his elbows beside my body as he starts to fuck me harder. I squeeze my eyes shut and grit my teeth, trying to keep it at bay. If I can just hold it off for a little while, he will come and get off me. “You’re going to come for Daddy,” he grunts. He looks mad as he pulls back and brings my legs up to his shoulders. Before I can try and fight, it’s my mom who comes over and pulls my arms up to pin them above my head.

Mom is on her hands and knees and keeps a tight hold on my wrists as she lowers herself down to her elbows with her ass up in the air. “Fuck, you’re just so tempting,” Aldric grunts as he pulls the back of her dress up. I yell out when Dad abruptly starts to slam into me over and over again. He pushes as deep as he can and moves his hips fast. Mom cries out with a moan when Aldric starts to match his speed.

“Fuck, Unika. Come for Daddy,” Dad groans.

I hate all of them. I hate myself. I hate this stupid fucking castle and this stupid fucking family. I’ve been witness to their gross incest bullshit, but this is too much. I just want out of this place. I don’t care if I have to drown myself in the ocean or jump out of that damn window. I want out of here. Twenty-three years of cruelty and this is my limit. Calling me by my dead sister’s name is my limit.

Unika was my literal savior. She kept me alive as a baby when my mom and dad realized I didn’t have powers. They did a spell to see if I did. She kept me fed and protected me from a lot of abuse. I witnessed her beatings and assaults because she often protected me from it. Every night, she would tell me a story. We would sometimes make up scenarios where we were free and able to do whatever we wanted. We shared this room and it’s also where I saw her die. Mom dragged me away so I couldn’t say goodbye. When I was able to return, the blood was here, but she was gone. She died when she was eighteen and I was six. Unika was my best friend, but I at least have the little stuffed bear she gave me.

Mom is moaning loudly as she gets fucked by her son and I am still sobbing as my dad violently rams himself into me over and over. The disgusting feeling starts to take root, and he notices it immediately. “That’s it. Come for Daddy. Come on my cock, Unika,” he slurs.

“I don’t want this,” I say with a whimper.

“Give it to me, Unika…. Fuck, come on Daddy’s cock…” he grunts as he goes harder and harder. My body tenses involuntarily and he moans, “Oh, gods. Yes… Yes, Unika… Squeeze my cock… There ya go… Daddy’s little slut… Take my come. All of it, Unika…. Fuuuuck, come with Daddy…”

Dad forces his fingers into my mouth and pulls my jaw open so that when the icky feeling tears through me, my tearful moan echoes through the room. My body is shaking and still tense as he continues to stab deep. The feeling won’t go away and neither will my forced sounds. I can’t make it stop. Something massive is building and I hate the feeling. It’s worse this time .

Aldric suddenly moves Mom so he can get to me and starts rapidly stroking his dick with a tight grip as he leans over my body. When Dad takes his fingers out of my mouth, Aldric promptly straddles my face and starts to viciously fuck my throat. I am gagging and the bile is beginning to rise in my throat at the taste. When Dad finally forces the pressure in my belly to explode, I scream around my brother as something warm floods out of my body. Both men moan and start to come. Aldric pushes deep so that I am forced to swallow.

When they move away from me, I roll to my side and my stomach turns inside out. I start to vomit and I can’t make it stop now. I am violently retching well past the point of my body producing anything. My brain is snapped out of focus on throwing up when something slashes across my back. I fall to the floor and curl myself up as Mom continues to hit me. It’s a rod of some sort, and I let out a blood-curdling scream every time she makes contact. She is angry that Aldric shifted his attention to me, so this is my punishment.

I am doing my best to protect my face so all the blows land on my back, rear, and legs. My broken screams turn to small grunts when I start to grow weak. “Stop before you kill her,” Dad slurs. He quickly grows angry when she doesn’t and shoves her away from me. “I said stop!”

“That useless fucking slut…”

“Is mine to break,” Dad growls. “Get your mother out of here. ”

“Yes sir,” Aldric says with an amused tone.

My body is violently trembling, and I am in so much pain. I didn’t want any of that, so why is it my fault? “Clean up and rest,” Dad says after a moment of silence. “I’ll let you heal for a while, but then you need to make it up to us. Understood?”

“Yes sir,” I choke out.

When he leaves the room, I slowly drag my body over to the washbasin and clean myself. The water is hot and clean, which means the servant came in and changed it during their attack. They know the horrific things they do to me. They would be stoned forever helping me, but I am thankful that they do what they can. Maybe we can all escape together one day? When I am as clean as I can get myself, I sit up to lean against the wall. I still have vomit in my hair, but I am too weak to do anything else. Just as I am about to give up and crawl to my cot, a servant hurries in.

“Miss Lysa,” she says in a hushed tone as she kneels beside me.

“You s-shouldn’t be here,” I whisper. “They’ll…”

“Hush now, baby. Let me clean you fast,” she says as she takes the cloth from me. Her name is Petra. She is older, maybe in her thirties. She’s the only one who’s ever been brave enough to talk to me. She’s nearly been caught a few times, but I just said that I was talking so I would be punished and not her.

“Thank you,” I say weakly.

“You’re welcome, Miss Lysa,” she smiles sweetly as she cleans me. The cloth has blood on it from my back, but she quickly rinses it.

“My body hurts,” I say. She pulls a small vial out her of pocket and opens it.

“Drink this. It will make you sleep for a few days. They won’t mess with you, and you’ll be able to rest, okay?” she says, urging me to take it. “It will heal you a little. If I could make more, I could heal you completely. This will have to do.”

“Will I die if I jump out of the window?” I ask bluntly.

“Don’t think such thoughts, Miss Lysa. The Gods have a greater plan for us. We have to just keep fighting, okay?” Petra asks.

“Yes ma’am,” I sigh and drink the contents of the small vial. She helps me to my feet and over to the cot. When I lay down, she pulls my thin blanket over me and hands me my small stuffed animal. I hug it to my chest as my eyelids grow weak. As I drift away, Petra gently kisses my forehead.

“Sleep now, Miss Lysa. Things will get better,” she says softly.