Ellen's Masterpiece

Title: Rose Red: Ellen’s Masterpiece
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Rose Red comes closer to claiming its prize, Steven Rimbauer.
Author’s Website: http://home.bellsouth.net/p/PWP-darknessprevails
Comments: angela9in@ureach.com
Archive: yes, with permission
Warnings: slash, language, non-con situations, borderline incest
Pairing: Steven Rimbauer/Nick Hardaway
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own these sexy characters. I give credit to the creators of Red Rose, including Stephen King and ABC.
Author’s Notes: If you haven’t watched Rose Red you need to. It’s scary, especially alone at night, and these two gentlemen are a constant treat for the eyes.


It had taken great effort, but Steven Rimbauer had finally managed to fall asleep, despite the fear creeping into his soul. He knew the house, Rose Red, wanted him there, and he could almost hear it purring in happiness. He feared that he, along with all of the other members of Dr. Reardon’s team would become Rose Red’s latest victims. He could only imagine what happened to the victims that had disappeared or had died in the house throughout the last century. Somehow, he knew that his Great Grandmother, Ellen Rimbauer, was behind the constant building occurring in the house, and all of the disappearances were connected to her need for Rose Red to grow and to consume all life living within in its walls.

The arrival at the “family manor” that afternoon had triggered memories from his dhoodhood that he had so desperately wanted to forget. He knew that his mother had brought him to the house to gather family heirlooms, and as usual, she was drunk. She had been preoccupied with fetching valuables, and had allowed Steven to get out of her sight, despite the house’s reputation for swallowing people whole. He had wandered away from her for only a few moments, but somehow he found himself in the attic, the uppermost point in the house. He was only eight at the time, and he had no idea about the house’s history, but instinctively he knew he wasn’t safe.

For years he had tried to forget the feminine voice that had whispered his name sweetly and affectionately. She had called him “Stevie” and “Son.” She had asked him to stay and build with her. She had insisted that this was where he belonged and where he was needed. He was too young at the time to realize that the woman who had approached him that day was his Great Grandmother, Ellen Rimbauer, who had died in 1950. She seemed so loving and warm, that he mistakenly thought that she was his own mother. She had offered him a hammer, so that he could build with her, and he had reached out for the hammer, thinking that she wanted to play with him and teach him how to hammer.

He had been close to being claimed by Rose Red that day, but his mother calling for him had saved him. Ellen had insisted that he go back to his mother, but that he must come back to her when he was older. Looking back he realized that probably the only reason why he wasn’t taken that day was because Ellen knew the pain that losing a child caused, and she wanted to spare his mother that pain, for the time-being. Now that he was older, a man on his own, he would be made to build with Ellen and the others if the opportunity presented itself. He could only wait and hope that he was wrong about the house’s desire for him, but somehow he knew what the house was thinking, and right now all it wanted was Annie Wheaton, the powerful psychic prodigy that had come to help “awaken” Rose Red and himself, the only male heir left of the Rimbauer bloodline.


His sleep was interrupted throughout the night by nightmares, screams, and whispers. He didn’t know which sound and experiences were real or fabricated by the house. He had heard screams of agony and pleasure from all angles of the room, and the taunting whispers seemed to be coming from right beside him in his ears.

“Build with us Stevie,” they tempted. “We’ll love you forever. Let us love you Stevie.” He felt tingles of pleasure running down his body, and his breathing became erratic as he felt pronounced fingers running down his chest, over his nipples, and down his stomach towards his groin. He was in shock that Ellen would attempt to get him to stay with pleasure, but the sensation of being touched by so many hands in so many places was exhilarating. He could feel his cheeks turning red and he couldn’t help but to lick his lips as the invisible hands reached into his underwear to stroke his semi-erect cock. He could feel the hands stroking him lovingly, and the whispers became louder and more authoritative.

“You like that don’t you Stevie. Tell me you like it, and I’ll make you feel like this forever.” The hands ripped the underwear off of him roughly and they stroked him harder. He arched his back in pleasure as he felt a wet tongue wrapping itself around his left nipple. He moaned out loud despite his inhibitions that were slowly crumbling with each stroke.

He felt his legs pulled apart harshly, and a heavy weight was placed in between his legs. His mind screamed to stop the attack because he knew that this was becoming too real to be just a nightmare, but his body continued begging for the attention.

“Yes, that’s it Stevie. Spread those legs wider for me. I know that you’ve been dying to do it since you laid your pretty eyes on me.” He felt the weight shifting down so that its mouth could wrap itself around Steve’s dick.

“Oh God, please don’t stop,” he heard himself begging.

“We’ll never stop pleasing you Stevie, as long as you help us build. Will you help us build?”

At that moment two things became apparent. One, there was many voices being used to tempt him, but one of the main ones was Ellen’s, who begged him to build, while the other main voice was coming from the mouth that was currently busy sucking his cock. That voice was not Ellen’s but it was a man’s. The second thing that had become clear to him was that the male voice had stated that he had wanted to spread his legs for him since he had laid eyes on him! He realized that this was no nightmare, but that this was actually happening!

He sat up on his elbows and looked down between his legs to connect the voice with a face. It was Nick Hardaway, the “utility psychic” as Emery Waterman had coined, and he was going down on him like he was fucking starving.

“Are you enjoying yourself Nick?”

Nick looked up at Steven and smiled. “Of course I am Steven. I can’t wait to taste your cum in my mouth.”

“Well, that’s too bad because it’s not going to happen.”

“What do you mean my dear boy? I thought we were having fun here,” he teased running a spit-covered finger down Steven’s crack.

Steven flinched in dread as the finger moved closer to his entrance. He knew he was attracted to the psychic, but he didn’t want him like this or in this place. He knew that the house was watching and encouraging the interaction. “Stop it Nick. I don’t want you touching me.”

Nick sat up on his knees and stared down into Steven’s eyes in confusion. “I thought you wanted me. You been begging me not to stop and moaning like you were in heat or something.”

“I thought I was having a nightmare.”

“Gee, that makes me feel great.”

“That’s not what I meant. It’s just I thought the house was doing it to me. I thought you were some sort of invisible presence.”

“The house wants to fuck you too?” Nick smiled leaning over Steven trying to kiss his lips.

“Yes. I mean no. I mean I d kno know what you or it wants, but I don’t want either of you. Now get off of me!”

Nick stared down at the beautiful boy getting more frustrated by the moment. “I never would have figured you for a tease my boy. You should know better than to lead a man on like you have and not put out.”

Steven stared up in shock at the man who he had known for less than twenty-four hours, and couldn’t help but to laugh at the ridiculous accusation. “I haven’t done anything to lead you on Hardaway. You’re the one who let yourself into my room without permission, you got undressed, got into my bed while I was sleeping, and you began touching me and sucking me! I don’t see where I’m at fault here. You’re the mind reader Nick. Surely, you knew that I thought this was all a dream initiated by the house.”

“Yes, I am a mind reader Steven, and you don’t want me to tell you what you’re thinking about me, or should I say what you’re thinking about me doing to you.” He reached down once again to finger Steven’s entrance. “We both know you want me. Why resist?”

The finger made its way to the puckered entrance, and Steven sucked in a large breath at the initial penetration. He looked away in shame as the finger slid inside him gently. He felt the tip bend to stroke his sensitive spot, and he shuddered in pleasure as the finger stroked his spot in time with the tongue on his neck. The tongue made its way up to his lips and he hungrily returned the kiss, while the finger continued stretching him preparing him. His head spun in pleasure and from lack of breath as Nick devoured his mouth. His tongue was sucked at of his mouth and fed upon until it was sore. His lips were sucked and bitten upon until they were swollen and bruised, and his ass was finger-fucked until he was opened up ready for Nick’s thick cock.

Just as Nick prepared to enter his body, Steven had a final moment of coherent thought. “I can’t do this Nick. I’m sorry, but I never should have let this go this far. Please understand that I didn’t mean to let this happen, but I just feel like there’s this presence in the room making me do this with you, and I’m trying to fight it.”

Nick laughed, “So, the Devil made you do it then? You’re going to lay there and honestly tell me that you don’t want my dick in you? That is complete and utter bullshit! We both know you want it, and like it or not, you’re going to get it you fucking tease!” He slapped Steven hard in the mouth and proceeded in trying to take what he so desperately wanted.

Steven attempted to kick Nick off of him and shove him off with his hands, but he felt invisible hands grabbing his hands gingging them above his head. “Oh God no!” he screamed as the hands held him firmly to the bed. He looked above his head and saw nothing, but he knew that the hands belonged to his Great Grandmother. He could smell her perfume and he could here her whispering words of encouragement to Nick.

“That’s it Nick. Didn’t I promise you this chance? I always keep my word, as I’m sure you will as well. Stevie just relax baby. Granny’s going to take care of you forever. I’m just making sure you take what you really want anyway.”

Steven knew that there was no point in arguing with a thing that had been dead for over fifty years, but he hoped that Nick was still reachable. “Look, I don’t know what she promised you Nick, but you don’t have to do this. I would have done thislinglingly with you outside this house if you had asked nicely. I like you Nick. Please don’t make me hate you.”

Steven was answered by a Nick’s dick thrusting harshly into him. He screamed in pain, but the sound was muffled by Nick’s hand. “Shh, you’ll bring everyone in here with us, and I’m sure old Emery would love to switch places with me Stevie boy. Now ask yourself, who would you rather have, me or pizza boy?”

Steven never had a chance to answer because the hand remained in place on his mouth, and the invisible hands continued to hold him down firmly as he was violated by Nick. He felt tears of shame and pain coming out of his eyes, andtrietried to look away from Hardaway, but the hand on his mouth forced him to look at his attacker.

“Isn’t my grandson beautiful? He’s going to make the perfect addition to my masterpiece.”

“Yes, Ellen, he is quite beautiful and very tight. His ass feels so good on my dick. It is going to be so much fun having him around all of the time.”

Steven attempted to block out the voices and the pain, but he washavihaving much success. He wondered what Nick had promised Ellen in return for raping him. He also wondered what Nick meant by having him around all of the time. Was Nick going to stay in the house to build as well?

Spasms inside him brought his attention back to the moment. He felt the hot liquid squirting inside of him and his managed to bite Nick’s relaxed hand in disgust. Nick yanked his hand out of Steven’s mouth and wrapped it around his neck. He squeezed hard denying Steven of air as his orgasm came to an end.

The squeezing of his neck continued until she demanded for him to stop. “Nick, it’s not time yet. He will join us soon, but not just now. Let him go Nick.”

Nick reluctantly released Steven’s neck allowing the return of air into Steven’s life. He coughed trying to regain his breath and his sense of control. The hands released him from above and Nick got up and began dressing.

“You do that again bitch and I’ll kill you myself,” Nick warned looking at the bite mark on his hand.

“Not if I kill you first!” Steven yelled.

Nick continued dressing with his back to Steven. He could see Nick’s shoulders moving in silent laughter. “Now, that would be a neat trick Stevie my boy. You’re going to kill me?” He turned around to face the pretty boy. He noticed the bruises around the boy’s neck and lips, and he noticed the look of shock and fear in the blue eyes. He smiled, “Are you sure about that pretty boy?”

Steven began trembling in panic as he saw Nick’s sunken in eyes and greenish looking flesh. He now noticed the teeth marks in his neck and the missing h thh that had apparently been ripped away in shreds. He saw the dried crusty blood on his shirt and his face. He no longer saw flesh of a living being. He only saw the decay of dead flesh. Nick Hardaway was dead, and Ellen Rimbauer allowed the corpse to rape and defile him. He felt the bitterness of bile coming up into his mouth, and he got up and ran into the bathroom to throw it up.

He slammed the door shut and threw himself into the floor by the toilet. He heard himself crying hysterically and shaking uncontrollably. His sobs were deafening, and he rolled himself up into a ball hoping that the pain would end soon.


He awoke the next morning wrapped up tightly in his sheets. He looked around the room fearing that the bloody corpse had returned, but there was no evidence of his presence. He wanted to stay in the bed forever, and he hoped that Rose Red would build a box around him that would keep everything away from him. He knew that Joyce would be waiting for his assistance downstairs, but he couldn’t manage to gather enough energy to rouse his body out of bed.

A knock on the door came some time later, and he was somewhat surprised to see Annie Wheaton coming into his room. He had felt a connection with the fifteen year old girl that he couldn’t explain. He knew that she could read his mind as Nick had been able to before he was killed. He closed his eyes in agony thinking about how Nick had been used to hurt him.

Annie approached the bed and laid her hand upon his. In that one moment of contact he saw what she already knew. The house had fabricated his entire experience and Nick Hardaway was alive and well downstairs. Steven used his new psychic power and communicated with her silently in her head.

But why him? Why did it use him in my dream?

Who said it was just a dream?

She turned and left the room leaving him alone to digest her remark. Was it possible that he was seeing the future? Was Nick Hardaway going to be killed by the house and used to hurt him and weaken him? Was he really going to become the final piece in Ellen Rimbauer’s masterpiece? As hard as it was going to be, he had to now stay close to Nick, so that he could protect Nick from the house, and ultimately protect himself against the psychic.

The End


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