Abigail

By Laura Lovecraft

In time for the Halloween season! Laura takes the gloves off for a story of Sexy witches, The mafia, forbidden love and bloody revenge.

To the city of Chicago, Abigail Lefay is the eccentric owner of the infamous fetish club, The Black Flame. A strange recluse with ties to the occult crowd, she is seen as no more than a woman with a 'gimmick'. But what only a select few know is Abigail is a powerful witch and next in line to lead the ancient-and deadly-Lefay coven. That however, is her dying mother, Lorena's wish for her as Abigail wants nothing more than to be left alone in the club she created as her own private world.

For Abigail was not always who she is now. Years ago, before being discovered her true family, she was a young runaway who was pimped, then brutally raped and left for dead. Her eventual revenge led to her being reborn in the blood of her tormentors, but did little to sooth the dark rage within her.

Her self- imposed exile is more for the safety of others than it is for her and she cares nothing for what goes on in the ‘outside world’. But when a local Mafioso breaks a truce established with Lorena years ago and begins a sex trafficking operation, Abigail must come forward to deal with it.

Having once been a young girl in the hellish existence the Mafia would subject these girls to; Abigail is more than ready to teach the mob they’re not the only family that should be feared in Chicago.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Laura Lovecraft
• Release date: Oct 12, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311295484

Laura Lovecraft

Support me on my new Patreon!Like her famous namesake, Laura was born, raised and still resides in historic Providence, Rhode Island. This Lovecraft's writing however, brings thrills of a completely different kind! Don't let that pretty little pout fool, erotica’s bad girl is not for the faint of heart!Although Laura has dabbled in many genres and kinks, she's most famously know for keeping it in the family. Over the years, Laura, who with tongue firmly in cheek, refers to herself as the queen of the taboo, has built a reputation for having a unique style.Aside from some of her 'one handed read' anthologies and an occasional short piece, Laura is known for writing long, slow burn stories full of conflict, character development and an attempt to make such an extreme kink as incest, somewhat realistic and believable. In the words of Laura "My smut has depth dammit!" but no worries, she knows what taboo-and all erotica fans come here for-and she delivers the heat as few can.So don't stop at this bio, check her out for yourself and browse her over 200 titles

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Abigail

By

Laura Lovecraft

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PUBLISHED BY: L.L. Craft Publications

Abigail

Copyright © 2015 by Laura Lovecraft

Prologue

Chicago – 20 years ago

Melanie was scared. Rudy and his four friends had been playing cards and drinking for the last hour, and even in her room, she could hear them yelling and carrying on. When Rudy was drunk, he liked to fight. Then he liked to fuck.

Rudy’s idea of fighting was to slap her around for a while before he took her hard, sometimes so hard that for the next couple of days she would cry in pain when the johns fucked her.

She swallowed, wincing at the taste of the last john who’d left just before his friends had arrived. She wanted to go to the bathroom and rinse her mouth out, but was afraid to let Rudy see her. The last time he’d had a friend over, he’d made her blow both of them, and further humiliated her by making her lick his cum from the floor. When she’d refused, he’d hit her in the stomach so hard she’d thought she was going to die.

Melanie wanted to run, but she had nowhere to go. There was that shelter she kept hearing about from other girls on the street, but what if they found out who she was? They’d contact her parents, and try to make her go back there…to the mother who hated her and said she was a lying whore, and to the father who did to her what men paid Rudy to be able to do.

No, she had to stay. At least she had a place to live, and food, and some clothes. Yes, Rudy was mean, but he was occasionally nice, too. And it was safer than just being on the streets.

Her stomach tightened when she heard one of the men say, Hey, Rudy, where’s that freaky looking little piece of tail you’re shacking up with?

What do you mean ‘freaky looking’? another voice spoke up. You hiding pussy on us, man? The word had come out ‘pushy’ because they were already drunk.

That bitch looks like Lily-Fucking-Munster, another laughed. White as a ghost, and her eyes look like fucking marbles.

She’s a little weird looking, Rudy answered, but Christ, what a fucking body on her! And goddamn, can she suck cock! He laughed. She says she hates doing it, but she’s too good at it not to love it.

I thought it was because you beat her when that john complained she just lays there, and it was freaking him out.

That, too! Rudy agreed, and they all laughed as if he’d said something hilarious.

Melanie looked over her shoulder at the window. Rudy had nailed it shut, and he’d hear it if she broke the glass. She closed her eyes and prayed to a God she’d been told existed that they’d leave her alone.

Her father talked of that God, preaching in his church about Him while he molested his own daughter, but that didn’t mean God was bad just because he was. Maybe He would help her. Just this one time, please help!

I want to see the creepy hot girl! someone yelled.

Melanie, get your ass out here!

She wanted to crawl under the bed and hide, but she knew from painful experience that if she hid, it would be worse. Maybe he’d just show her off a little.

She’d been sitting in a pair of black panties since the john had left. He’d only wanted a blowjob, but had made her take her dress off so he could play with her tits.

Slipping the plain black sundress on, she thought, So much for a merciful God. Her heart pounded and her stomach twisted in fear as she left the room.

There she is! Rudy smiled drunkenly at her. C’mon over, hot stuff!

Melanie slowly made her way over to the poker table in the middle of the living room, and tried to ignore the four men leering at her.

Wow, she does look like a reject from the Addams family, a tall black man laughed, and she was surprised to see he was wearing a police officer’s uniform.

She does have a pretty nice body, though. A man with red hair spoke, licking his lips. Hey, Casper, let me see your tits.

She shook her head, but Rudy laughed. Be a good girl, Melanie; show Paul those big tits of yours. When she looked around nervously, his voice softened. Just a look, that’s all. I just want to show off my special girl.

Melanie took a deep breath, slid the straps of the dress down her shoulders, and pushed the top down. Even though Rudy had been pimping her for several months, she felt a wave of helpless shame as she exposed herself.

Goddamn, the cop whistled. Look at them, and standing right up there, too! How old are you, honey?

Just old enough for you to not get twenty years, Rudy laughed.

The others laughed, too.

As they all lifted their beers in some kind of moronic toast, she pulled her dress up and eased backwards towards her room.

The redhead leaned over and said something to Rudy. He shook his head, but the man grinned, reached into his pocket, and dropped money on the table.

Hell, yeah. The cop picked up some money from the pile in front of him, and tossed it at Rudy.

The others all pushed their poker money at him, too, until with a laugh, he beckoned her to come over to the table. Despite her fear, Melanie shuffled forward, doing as she always did, exactly what Rudy wanted. Her only choices were to do as he said, or do it while in pain.

That’s it, come on over. We’re going to play a fun game, Melanie, he smirked. Ever hear of a merry-go-round?

N…no.

You get on your knees, we all stand around, and you go from cock to cock. They all pushed their chairs away from the table and fumbled with their belts.

But you don’t suck; we fuck your slutty little mouth, and the guy who’s next holds your head while they do it. He snapped his fingers. Floor, bitch. Now.

Melanie stepped closer to the table, but as they all stood there grinning and calling her names, she looked past Rudy. The front door was only a few feet behind him. She put her hand on the table and started to kneel, her hand edging toward an empty beer bottle.

’Course I’m first.

Hey, we paid!

I own the bitch. He unzipped, and pulled his already-hard cock out. Let’s go, Melanie. I’ll warm you up.

Melanie grabbed the bottle, and straightening, swung it at Rudy’s head. He saw it coming, but was too drunk to move fast enough to avoid it. The bottle smashed against the side of his head and shattered.

He went down, crashing into the table.

As Melanie ran forward, one of the men grabbed her arm. She slashed at him with the jagged glass in her hand, and he screamed when it sliced into his face.

She dropped the glass, and leapt for the door. Her hand closed on the handle; then she screamed when someone caught her long hair from behind and jerked her so hard she ended up down on the floor.

She tried to stand, but was yanked up by her hair. The burning pain in her scalp made her cry out.

Fucking cunt! Rudy shouted. He staggered to his feet while the man who’d caught her by her hair shoved her at him.

She fell forward, and Rudy slammed his fist into her stomach. She crumpled to the ground, unable to breathe, unable to even cry. Rudy pulled her into a sitting position by her hair, and slapped her in the mouth.

Think you’re funny, you little bitch? he snarled at her. I’ll show you funny!

He shoved her down onto the floor, grabbed her hands, and pulled them over her head. Then he knelt down on them, pinning her there. Leaning over, he yanked the hem of her dress up over her hips.

Well? He looked around the room. What are you assholes waiting for?

Chapter One

Chicago – Present Day

Where the hell are they? Leon peered through the dirty glass window, trying to see the alley below.

They’ll be here. Riggs spoke up from his seat near the abandoned machine shop’s big steel double doors. Once a thriving business, now it was just a deserted shithole building Jimmy used as a hideout so his family didn’t learn what he was doing.

Knowing those pricks, they may have sampled the merchandise before they deliver it.

Merchandise? Leon grimly shook his head. Telling you, man, this shit is fucked up. He wagged his finger for emphasis. We ain’t even supposed to be doin’ this.

"All you need to be doin’," a soft voice warned from the corner of the room, is whatever we tell your monkey ass to do.

You calling me a nigger, bitch? Leon demanded, turning from the window.

Simply calling a spade a spade. Jimmy ‘Matches’ Bellino smirked as he finished carving the words The Devil’s Lieutenant into the small scarred workbench beside him.

Funny. Leon strode toward him, but stopped when Matches eased his unbuttoned Armani shirt to the side, exposing the butt end of the .45 nestled beneath his arm.

I thought so, Bellino nodded. You just do what you’re paid to, and that’s watch our backs while we find some snotty little bitches a new home.

Let it go, Leon. Riggs gestured him back toward the window. Jimmy’s in a bad mood. He hasn’t tortured anyone in a couple weeks.

But that will change tonight. Bellino smiled nastily, and opened the lid of the cheap hibachi on the table in front of him. The pile of coals inside glowed red-hot. Lifting the wooden handle of a long metal rod, he showed off the glowing red-hot metal V. After all, we get to brand them.

So we break them, then we burn them? A voice so deep it didn’t sound real came from the opposite side of the room.

The voice belonged to a man Riggs and pretty much everyone else knew only as ‘Beast.’ The look on his normally vacant face made Riggs shiver. Beast was a freak, well over six feet, and close to three hundred pounds of solid muscle.

Even more disturbing than his size was his face. His features were eerily childlike: smooth skin, bright wide blank-staring eyes, and half the time his mouth hung open as if he were retarded. The fact that he was bald as a cue ball added to that effect.

The only time Beast ever smiled was when someone was screaming; but oddly enough, when he spoke, he seemed reasonably intelligent. That made him even creepier.

No, we’ll burn them first, Bellino laughed. That way they’re already hurting and screaming.

They are late. Riggs glanced at his watch, then rose from his chair and paced across the room.

He always trusted his gut, and all night long, something had felt off. But tonight they had to receive the girls, brand them—Jimmy’s sadistic idea—and get them to the buyer.

That was all they were supposed to do. But Bellino had once done a three-year stretch for rape, and that was only because he’d only been charged with one count, not the dozens he’d committed over the years.

No, he planned on ‘softening them up’ by gang-raping them. He claimed that would make them more cooperative for their buyer. The reality was, it fed his sick need to hurt people, especially women, a need only exceeded by his desire to burn things…and people.

Once he’d finished with them, the girls would be taken to the docks, sold to their buyers, and put in a shipping container that wouldn’t be opened until the boat had left U.S. waters. Odds were they’d be used by the slavers, too, before being cleaned up and sold into a lifetime of prostitution and abuse. Eventually they’d become so used up that they were useless, and were killed. Or maybe they’d commit suicide if the slavers didn’t keep them drugged enough.

Riggs wasn’t too keen on this; it wasn’t his style. Not to mention Leon was right: there was a truce among all the factions in Chicago. No one became involved in the sex slave biz.

But they were getting big money for this. If he passed up this run, he wouldn’t get another.

Jimmy was right, in a way; that stupid-ass truce went back twenty years to Marcus Vitelli…a deal he’d made with some psycho bitch. Jimmy claimed the deal was a damned excuse to cover up for Vitelli being old-fashioned and soft on this kind of shit. He was old-school, and selling girls into slavery was ‘beneath’ the Vitelli family code.

It was a pretty shitty thing to do to a bunch of young kids, Riggs agreed. But money was money, and Jimmy was on his way up in the family. ‘Matches,’ the self-proclaimed Devil’s Lieutenant, was becoming the most feared man on the streets.

Even his older brother, Donnie, didn’t know they were here; Jimmy had set this up on his own.

It was risky. His cousin, Johnny Vitelli, was a soft punk—but his father was still in the game, and didn’t appreciate being disobeyed. If they pulled this off tonight, though, then after a few more times, Jimmy was going to go to them with the money.

He wanted to show them what they were missing, how much they could make, and how he should be moved up in the ranks. He’d promised to take along anyone who helped him, too.

Riggs would love to get off the streets and make some real money.

Besides, what the hell! It wasn’t like these bitches were anyone to him, and it could be fun getting a little reluctant pussy.

The room’s other window overlooked the building’s abandoned parking lot. Riggs glanced out. The industrial park was dark. Even the few businesses still operating in this part of Chicago were closed now. He didn’t see any headlights approaching, and again the uneasy feeling in his stomach returned.

He pressed his right arm inward, and took comfort in the feeling of his own piece, a Glock 18 semi-automatic.

Where the hell are they? he asked. For real, they’re late.

They’re pounding the pussy, Beast giggled, causing Riggs to step further away from him. Pounding, pounding.

Fucking ’tard, Leon muttered, exchanging a glance with Riggs. The two had worked together many times, and he knew Leon was leery of this kind of deal, too. A lot could go wrong, especially since they were doing this with only Jimmy’s little gang, not the full power of the family.

Bellino rolled his eyes, placed the brand back into the coals, and replaced the lid. Pulling out his cell, he punched Matt’s number.

Yeah, Matches?

You guys in position?

Yeah, we’re at the other end of the hall. Only way up is through us. You heard from Rossi?

No. Bellino sighed. Prick and the gooks he made the deal with are probably shagging the sluts before he brings them here.

Then he loses part of his cut. Deal is they’re untouched until we get them.

No shit! We all know the first squeal is the most precious.

You going to save me and the boys some?

When we’re done, you can take a turn. If they’re still fighting, we didn’t do our job right, he laughed. Life is good.

Until we get to Hell, anyway, Matt agreed.

Speak for yourself! When I get there, the fucking devil’s going to make me a damned lieutenant just like I am here.

Right, and… Wait. Matt went silent for a moment, and Bellino snapped his fingers, getting the others’ attention. The van’s pulling in now. Don’t see anyone behind them.

Good. He made the okay sign to the others. Check the girls out. They look clean and pretty, you give those yo-yo’s their money. But send the two of them up to me so I can lay eyes on them, in case I ever need to find them.

Got it. Remember, when you’re done with your little welcome-to-Hell session, go down the other stairway on your way out. We’ll have our transport down there. The buyers will be at the boat at eleven. You got two hours. Don’t fuck up their faces.

I know the drill, Matt. Don’t forget who I am.

Yeah, well, don’t forget who doesn’t know about this, and I don’t want this fucked up! It will be all our asses, even yours!

I’m untouchable. I’m a Bellino; we helped make Vitelli who he is.

Whatever. Just play by the rules for once.

Bellino shoved the cell back in his pocket. Fun time in a few minutes, boys.

You know, Matches, Riggs ventured, we’re not supposed to touch these girls, either. Thought they wanted them as unused as possible!

Yeah, well, this is our game, and we need some fun, too, he smirked. Besides, there’s been no trafficking out of this port in two decades. These clowns are just happy to get things moving again.

Hey… Leon said from the window.

What? Riggs turned to him.

I thought I just saw something move on the fire escape down there.

Kill the lights, Bellino ordered.

Riggs hit the switch, then joined Leon at the window. They peered into the night; then Riggs shook his head. I don’t see… Holy shit! he yelped as something struck the window.

He staggered back, his hand blurring for his gun, then stopped when Leon swore, Christ, it’s a fucking bird!

Riggs stepped back to the window, and saw a large black bird perched on the fire escape railing. That a crow?

Don’t know, but its big, black, and ugly, Leon laughed. Like you.

There was some commotion in the hallway, and Riggs heard a young girl crying.

Shut up, bitch. There was the sound of a hard slap, and a cry of pain.

That better not have been her face, Bellino scowled. We can’t mark them up except for our brand, just fuck the shit out of them.

Someone knocked on the heavy industrial door. Riggs flipped the lights back on, then walked over and opened it, staying cautiously behind it. Leon had his hand on the butt of the .38 tucked into his jeans, but released it when a young blonde girl was shoved roughly into the room.

Her hands were cuffed behind her, and she fell to the floor at Beast’s feet. Oh, God, please don’t hurt me! she squealed.

Hello, little girl, Beast smiled down at her. I’m going to fuck you in the ass.

The girl screamed, and Bellino laughed. Oh, this is really what life is all about!

Three more girls were pushed into the room by two heavily-tattooed Asian men. Leon quickly grabbed two of them, pulled them over to the corner next to Bellino, and pushed them down onto the floor. Stay there and don’t move, or we’ll start breaking bones.

The fourth girl turned and tried to run, but Riggs grabbed her long red hair, and yanked her into him.

Please! she moaned as she looked up at him. Christ, she was young.

Sorry, kid, he said. You were in a bad place at the wrong time. He quickly pushed her over to Leon so he wouldn’t have to see the terror in her eyes. Leon practically threw her into the corner.

Bellino stood, and pointed at the two Asian men. We have it from here. Go back the way you came.

We can have more next week. Will you be buying?

Not sure, Riggs started, but Bellino cut him off.

Damned straight, we are. You bring as many as you can get. If they’re clean and… He licked his lips. …sweet looking, we’ll buy as many as you have.

Very good. The man grinned back, and then leered at the girls. They look nice and fresh.

Not for long. Leon licked his own lips. Now that I see them, this ain’t such a bad idea, after all.

Don’t hurt us! a slender brunette whimpered. We…we didn’t do anything wrong.

Life’s not fair, sweetie, Bellino retorted, looming over them. But hey, if you can learn to like sucking cock and getting fucked in the ass, life might not be so bad.

He paused as two of them began sobbing. The sweetest sound in the world was fear. He closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

But see, we’re going to help you out, he smirked. Isn’t that right, boys?

"Oh, I am so ready to help!" Leon unzipped his jeans.

What about us? one of the newcomers demanded. We did the work, took the risk.

Hell, as a gesture of good faith, I’ll let you have a turn, Bellino laughed. I am in a great fucking mood! He clapped his hands. This is it, boys! Tonight we celebrate the Vitelli family getting back in the game!

He looked back at the girls. See that? They’re going to help you, too!

The girls huddled closer together with their backs against the wall. Bellino leered down at them. "Know how we’re going to help? We’re going to give you a taste of what you’ll be getting for the rest of your miserable lives.

That’s right, you little sluts, we’re going to shank your pink asses, and make you squeal like pigs!

I hate squealing…so we’ll have to have something in their mouths, too, Leon added.

Six of us, and four pretty little cunts, Bellino chuckled. But other holes, too. Hey, Beast, show them what you have for them!

Beast grinned like a goon. Stepping over to Bellino, he unsnapped his pants and pulled out the biggest cock Riggs had ever seen. Fucking thing looked like a damned python! One of the girls screamed, and the blonde fainted.

I want the one with the red hair,