The Bestiality Cop
A rookie cop, a horny dog, and a domineering instructor. You do the math.
A rookie cop, a horny dog, and a domineering instructor. You do the math.
This story follows on a month after An Irish Family, I hope you enjoy. xxx
I was asked to participate in a University’s annual F4F Fundraiser…again.
Charity finally meets Chet’s dad
The twins have to keep their naughty, incestuous relationship a secret from their mother.
Part 4
Rachael’s Youth
Beth woke and reached for her new lover only to find empty bed. She realized that the shower running had woken her, so she groaned softly and began to get up. She felt the wetness beneath her. The night had ended with Rachael’s discovery that Beth squirted! Beth smiled at the memory of Rachael’s dripping face. The elegant lady with a face covered with her juice.
The bathroom door opened, framing Rachael in the light from the window. The joy in her eyes was the only greeting Beth needed.
“Hi Lover!”
“Hi Lover!”
Beth swatted Rachael’s ass as she passed to get into her shower. 20 minutes later she came out in a damp towel and wet, stringy blonde hair framing her face.
Rachael had stripped the bed and the mattress pad. She was dressed in a pair of Beth’s house pants and t-shirt. She had dried her hair a bit and had it now in a ponytail. She still looked ravishing.
They left the room with the laundry in their arms. Lynne and Susan confronted them, their arms folded across their chests. Rachael blushed beet red. Beth waved and said, “Hi Guys!” and disappeared into the laundry with the bedding.
The girls had made breakfast for everyone. As they ate, the awkwardness grew.
Beth confronted it; “OK we made love last night. Problem?”
Lynne looked away. Susan just grinned, shook her head and held up open hands pretending a false look of innocence. Beth grinned.
Rachael said softly, “I think you better explain our situation. I think you are right, but it would be better coming from you.”
Beth nodded and finished her orange juice.
Susan held up her hand. “I have something to say,” her lisp a bit more pronounced. “We are starting a new life. I don’t want to be Susan anymore. Mom, I knew you wanted me to be Shoshana. I know it identifies me as a Jew, but I don’t care. Can we change my name when this is over?”
A single tear streamed down Rachael’s face. She rose and went to Shosh, taking her face in he hands. “Of course, Honey.”
“OK. What’s your announcement?” Lynne asked with a touch of sarcasm.
Beth resisted the urge to respond in kind. Lynne was a part of her life now.
“Rachael and I talked last night about our future,” Lynne had rolled her eyes at the word talked. “The facts are simple. People want us dead. Important, powerful people. It’s not just your father. My Dad went after all my attackers. Until this is over, we’re going to be together or we die. Assuming you want to live, we can become a unit, sharing each other and my Dad or three of us can do without a man. And I am not going without a man no matter how wonderful my female lover may be.” She grinned at Rachael and winked so the girls wouldn’t see.
Shoshana was quiet, clearly processing.
Anger rose in Lynne’s eyes. “You mean we’re gonna be his harem? No way.”
Beth shrugged. “It’s that or lesboville or 6 feet under. There’s no way we can be protected if we split up. Up to you.”
Lynne stomped off to her bedroom.
It was time for Rachael’s session with Alice. Though she did not want to leave Beth, Shoshana and Lynne alone, perhaps it would be for the best.
Alice was surprised by Rachael’s smile and attitude. Somehow more relaxed and confident. Alice asked simply, ”Time to fess up. What’s going on?”
Looking straight into Alice’s eyes, she said, “Beth and I are lovers. We’re staying with Michael. So are my girls.” As she said it, Rachael realized that she would make Lynne understand.
She went on without prompting.
“You’ve asked me about my past. It’s a long, painful story.”
Rachael took several minutes to collect her thoughts and then began to slowly expose the truth.
She had been relatively sheltered as a child. Her family was small and close nit. Most of her relatives had perished in the Holocaust during the WW II and its aftermath. Along the way they had lost their identity as well. While they were nominally Jewish, no one observed the traditions or the religious laws.
Her family was quite wealthy as a result of several shrewd and manipulative grandparents and parents. Rachael’s mother was an only child and had also come from money. Rachael’s mother had died shortly after giving birth, the result of cancer, so she had no memory of her. She remained with her three brothers and her father.
Later she would realize that her father, Jacob, was not only shrewd and manipulative, but had no love for anyone other than himself. Between his business dealings and inherited wealth, he grew far richer and more powerful with no interest for the feelings or needs of others.
One night when she was 12 years old, he came into her bedroom wearing a robe and sat on the edge of her bed, patting beside him indicating she should come beside him. “I think we are going to home school you since we will be traveling a lot the next few years. I’ll introduce you to your new governess and teacher in the morning. Her name is Lana.”
Travel! No more school where she had been teased mercilessly about her looks. At 12 she had a large, hooked nose and she often heard the whispered “JAP” (Jewish American Princess). She hated that word.
“Before we go, though, I want you to have a nose job. It’ll make your face prettier.”
She jumped into his arms and kissed him in thanks. She hated her nose.
Jacob was a relatively small man with slender, almost feminine hands. Dark hair framed his high cheekbones, thin nose, thin lips and brown eyes. She clearly had his eyes. Probably his nose as well as he’d also had an operation on his when he was a teenager.
He pulled her into his lap, feeling the smoothness of her thighs against his as his robe pulled open a little.
She felt his cock rise.
He knew that little girls will do anything to please their fathers, but incest with his twelve-year old daughter was definitely not part of his plan. He hugged her tight, feeling the beginnings of her breasts. Then he pushed her off and told her goodnight and gently closed her door.
When he entered his room, Lana waited lying under the covers, her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail as he had asked. She had a small, upturned nose, high, Nordic cheekbones and generous lips. Her blue eyes sparkled with life.
In her room, Rachael lay awake, excited at the prospect of a new nose. She went into her bathroom and examined her nose carefully, trying to decide how she wanted it changed. While her bedroom was soundproofed, her bathroom was not.
She heard a scream followed by pitiful whimpering coming from her dad’s room. She didn’t know what to do. One ironclad rule in the house was never go into daddy’s room. The whimpering quieted and she faintly heard her father say, “It’ll feel better in the morning.”
She went back to bed.
Years later when she had become fast friends with Lana as well as her lover, Lana told her about that night. Her father had taken her anally, without preparation. Later, she would find the truth.
As they traveled the world, Lana would come to Rachael’s room whenever Jacob was away on business.
Rachael remembered the softness of Lana’s lips, her gentle caresses. Her nipples hardened as she remembered their first time they made love. They had come to Cozumel to scuba dive, but Jacob had left to go to Cancun for a business meeting and would not return for a couple of days. Beth was almost 15 years old, but had already developed into a beautiful, sophisticated young lady. The travel helped, but it seemed that after her nose was changed, she blossomed.
The diving that day at the Palancar reef had been spectacular. Beth and Lana were dive buddies and had found a sea turtle to photograph and swim with. Exquisite. As the dive boat docked, they collected their gear and dragged it to Beth’s room. On the door was a note “Limited Hot Water Today”. Their eyes met and both giggled.
“Well, buddy, hot or cold water” Rachael said.
“We’re both girls. What’s the problem? Let’s just shower together so we get this salt off. You scrub my back, I’ll scrub yours.” More giggles.
Rachael blushed. She had very limited contact with naked people, though as a diver she had seen brief glimpses of various body parts as people changed into shore clothes aboard the dive boats.
Lana went through the door, dropped her gear to be cleaned later and pulled Rachael into the bathroom. They stripped, Lana knelt to help Rachael to pull her wet bathing suit down and found herself staring into a naked, shaved pussy with hidden lips beginning to swell and distend.
“You are so beautiful,” she said quietly, her eyes filling with passion. Looking into Rachael’s fearful eyes, she stood and said, “let’s get the salt and sand off.”
They held hands as they entered the shower and turned on the water. The sign had lied. There was NO hot water and after shrieking at the cold water, they quickly soaped and rinsed away the grime, sand and sale. They grabbed towels and hastily retreated to the bedroom.
Rachael still shivered from the cold shower, a wet towel wrapped around her small frame. Lana approached her, dropped her towel to the tiled floor and pulled the wet towel away from Rachael’s body. Lana pulled Rachael to the bed and pushed her down on the bed. Lana laid beside her pressing her naked body against the shaking teenager.
“Old lifesaving trick. Sharing body warmth.” Lana smirked.
Rachael began to warm. Then a new, strange sensation began to grow inside her. She could feel Lana’s breath against her ear. Her small nipples hardened and her pussy began to swell. She pulled her head back to look at Lana, her smoldering brown eyes searching Lana’s sparkling blue. Only Lana’s eyes were no longer playful blue. They clouded with lust.
Lana’s hand went to the back of Rachael’s head and gently pulled Rachael’s lips to hers. The kiss started gently. Then Lana parted hers and she ran her pointed tongue across Rachael’s lips. An invitation. Rachael’s lips parted and her own delicate tongue reached for Lana’s. The kiss continued to escalate as their tongues danced a dance of lust.
Lana’s hand dropped to Rachael’s breast and to her nipple, now painfully hard. Such gentleness. Rachael pushed her breast into Lana’s hand and copied the move. Lana’s nipples were very long, almost an inch from her aureoles that were themselves puffed out from her breast. Briefly Rachael wondered if they were a deformity, but then passion overwhelmed all conscious thought.
Lana pushed her onto her back and began kissing and licking down Rachael’s body. When she got to her breasts, she licked around each nipple before suddenly sucking hard. Each time, Rachael squealed with delight. Her breathing became ragged, her hands in Lana’s wet hair.
Lana looked into those expressive brown eyes and smiled at the pleasure they registered.
As she left Rachael’s breasts, her right hand descended to the smooth labia. She gently ran a finger along the thin gash, carefully avoiding the hood that covered Rachael’s clit. Rachael instinctively opened her legs. Her hands now gripping the bedspread as her passion grew.
Lana rose from the bed just as her kisses reached just above Rachael’s mound. She scooted to the bottom of the bed, between Rachael’s spread legs.
“Please,” Rachael wailed, not knowing what she needed.
Lana smiled knowingly. She lifted Rachael’s legs to her shoulders and lowered her mouth to the magical mound. Lana pushed Rachael’s legs to her breasts, gaining access to her crinkled starfish.
Her pointed tongue began to caress Rachael’s asshole. The nerve ending went crazy. Lana knew that there were more nerves there than in Rachael’s clit. Lana felt the trembling in her folded legs and slowly moved to Rachael’s slit, her tongue slowly parting her inner lips. She came closer and closer to her clit, now peeking shyly from its protective hood. With her left hand, Lana parted the lips wider, allowing her complete access to the virgin pussy. She eagerly lapped at the pink inside of the lips and darted her tongue deep into the girls tunnel.
With her left hand, she began to caress Rachael’s asshole. Readying her for the finale. Leaking juice covered her hand. Lana used it to lubricate the hole, preparing it for violation.
She could tell that Rachael was about to orgasm. Lana licked the inner walls, ending just below her clit, pausing for a second. She suddenly put her lips around Rachael’s clit and sucked hard, quickly flicking her tongue over it as she simultaneously inserted her middle finger in Rachael’s ass.
Rachael burst into an incoherent scream of delight. Nerve endings fired in random patterns, her legs clasped around Lana’s head, locking her mouth on the dripping pussy.
They stayed lovers for nearly three years. Lana also shared her father’s bed. Though they experimented with her ass, Lana insisted nothing, not even fingers were allowed in Rachael’s pussy. Her hymen must stay intact.
Still, vibrators and butt plugs and tongue could bring incredible pleasure.
As she approached her 17th birthday, something changed between them. Previously bubbly and cheerful, Lana became withdrawn and distant. Rachael tried to understand, but Lana would not talk. Even when Rachael graduated from high school at least a year early, Lana did not seem happy. At times, Lana seemed terrified.
Her dad had taken to a new young apprentice from a prestigious college. He came from a fine family with broad connections. His name was David Weiss. He was casually Jewish, like her dad. He shared the same business ethics, that is to say no business ethics.
A few days before her birthday, her dad told her they were going to a lodge to do some skiing as a birthday present. She was thrilled. “Is Lana coming?”
“Sure.”
His nostrils flared and his eyes clouded a bit with raw lust. Rachael assumed he was lusting for Lana.
“David is coming too since I have some business he has to help me with.”
“Can he ski?”
“Don’t know, but I’ll ask.”
The trip to the lodge was strained. David and Jacob sat upfront and drove while Lana and Rachael in the second seat. It took nearly 18 hours of continuous driving, but they reached it shortly after noon on a Sunday morning. It was nearly a mile to the next house, her father explaining that he wanted some peace and quiet.
Something was wrong. Rachael could feel it.
As David and Jacob took the luggage into the isolated cabin, Lana pulled Rachael aside.
“I am so sorry…” Lana’s eyes filled with tears as she turned away and walked to the cabin.
Rachael grabbed her backpack and followed. Once inside, her world changed.
As she entered, David grabbed her arms and Jacob her legs. She screamed in fear. She twisted to scratch David but the steel in his hands held her fast. Lana jammed a funny smelling cloth over her nose and mouth. The world seemed to reel and then she descended into darkness.
David slung her unconscious body over his shoulder while Jacob opened the door to the cellar. Lana sobbed in the corner, but descended at Jacob’s command.
A large, four-poster, king size bed sat in the middle of the room, sofas on either side. The overhead beams had several “D” rings secured with large through bolts. Two padded stools sat beneath locked wall cabinets. At the far end was a full bath, complete with two “D” rings in the floor beside the toilet.
David slung Rachael’s body in the middle of the bed.
Jacob turned to Lana. “Get her ready. Tie her up first then cut her clothes off. Then get her fresh and clean for her big night.” As almost an after thought, “You’ve loosened her ass, right?”
Lana nodded, tears streaming down her face. Jacob realized Lana was now a liability. Perhaps he could get David to do it. Then he’d have something on his willing partner.
David said, “She’ll be out for at least an hour. Let’s tie her flat and wait for her to come around before we start.”
Jacob smiled and nodded. It would give him time to get ready.
About an hour later, Jacob strode down the basement stairs in a bathrobe and carrying a white towel.
David raised Rachael so Jacob could slide the whiter towel under her ass and upper thighs.
Rachael lay naked on the bed and began to stir. Lana had shaved her pussy so it was baby smooth. Jacob nodded to David and he began securing Rachael’s legs to the head posts, effectively bending Rachael in half, her knees nearly touching her breasts.
“Lana”
Lana rose from her seat and moved to the bed. She, too, was naked and shaved. She climbed on the bed and moved between the trussed girl’s legs. She began caressing the teen’s pouting nether lips, begging God to forgive her part in this. As Rachael began to respond and awaken, Lana felt strong hands grip her thighs brining her to her knees. Another hand pressed her face into Rachael’s exposed labia. Lana felt the cock ride up and down her vertical slit, spreading her open and lubricating the cock head. He finally found the entrance to her love tunnel. And slowly put the head inside.
A brutal thrust impaled her. She tried to scream, but strong hands held her face to Rachael’s pussy.
“What’s going on?” Rachael asked a she began to get her bearings. Her head snapped around. She recognized Jacob with his cock fully ready, holding Lana’s face to her pussy.
“Daddy, NO! Lana, Help me!”
Jacob roughly pushed Lana to the side. “Take care of Lana,” he ordered David.
David grabbed Lana, still impaled on his cock and carried her to the sofa, dropping her over the arm and pushing her face into the cushions. Too late, Lana finally understood the nature of these men.
Jacob felt power course through his veins. His cock had never been harder. He climbed onto the bed and lay beside Rachael. The sounds of Lana being fucked and whimpering in pain was music to him.
“You are now 17. And tonight I will make you a woman.” He saw the look of horror on her face as she started to speak. He slapped her. “Don’t talk, just listen.”
“This morning you married David at a small ceremony in a chapel outside Houston. I gave my permission. You were a beautiful, virgin bride.” He smiled at the confusion and fear on her face.
“I am going to take your cherry. I’ll fuck you every few hours until one of those little test strips turns blue. You see, while you’re David’s wife, you’re my baby factory. Your brothers are weak. Half their genetics is from your mother and she was weak. This way, I have a 75% chance of getting a worthy heir.” He chuckled at the horror in her eyes. When I’m sure I have someone worthy, we’ll change the baby factory into an amusement park.”
His speech had taken too long. Rachael wet pussy was now only damp.
“David, bring the bitch back over here.”
David dragged Lana to the bed. She crawled to Rachael’s pussy and began to caress the lips again. Rachael’s terror was far too much for her to respond. After a few minutes, his frustration showed. David offered a tube of lubricant. He grabbed it and squeezed a generous amount into Lana’s hand. She gently worked it between Rachael’s nether lips, begging God for forgiveness. David shoved Lana aside and took his place. He looked down into his daughter’s eyes and saw fear and loathing.
Jacob moved between Rachael’s legs, levering himself into position. He turned to Lana who was silently weeping. “Guide me into here.”
Lana moved quickly down the bed. She grabbed his cock and moved it gently along Rachael’s labia, parting her inner lips, then wedging it at Rachael’s vaginal opening.
Rachael saw the naked lust in her father’s eyes. She closed her eyes as tears streamed down her cheeks.
Jacob thrust forward, watching her face contort with pain. He felt her tender barrier and pulled back, then thrust forward violently through her virgin barrier. Her eyes snapped open as she screamed in agony, bucking her hips to expel the invading cock.
Jacob watched her eyes fill with excruciating pain and humiliation. Again he thrust and felt his tip touch her cervix. Her tight tunnel clutched at his cock, muscles desperately trying to adjust to the brutal assault.
He began to jackhammer into her. This was about the power he had over her, the power to bend her to his will.
He felt his balls fill and ready to explode.
He smiled at her. “First baby batter coming up!” He jammed his cock in as far as he could and let loose several strings of cum.
He levered himself off her, his softening dick slipping out of her pussy.
“Pillow!” Lana shoved a pillow beneath Rachael’s ass, elevating her to keep his sperm inside her.
The next several days went much the same. They would untie her after an hour of elevation, but she and Lana remained prisoners of the basement.
Lana tried to explain, but Rachael would not listen and would not speak to her.
On the seventh day, they changed her position into a doggie style, but that did not allow Jacob to see the pain in her eyes and they reverted to bending her against the headboard.
After the fourteenth day, they had her pee on a pregnancy test strip. It was blue!
That night, Lana left with David. Rachael never heard from her again.
Rachael prayed her ordeal had ended with the pregnancy, but Jacob and David had other ideas.
Rachael was again tied even though she had long since ceased to resist. Jacob and David left her tied and alone in the basement for a time.
While she hated sex with Jacob, she had resigned herself to being used like a piece of meat. Now she was trussed up the same as the first day. Her fear began to grow as she remembered Lana’s insistence at stretching her anus. She began to understand the full extent of the horror of forced sex.
“Tonight we celebrate.” Jacob said gaily as he descended the stairs with David in tow. David was twirling a device like a horse bridle. Made of stainless steel, it was designed for dental work. It fit over the lips and teeth, preventing the teeth from closing, giving free access to a patient’s mouth. A strap dangled from the back.
She looked with horror as David approached her head, snapping her head away from him.
Her father roughly grabbed her nipple and twisted hard. She screamed in pain. “You little cunt. Stop fighting. It will only hurt worse.” He said with a slight slur. She smelled whisky on his breath.
She surrendered and let him put the device in her mouth. David then locked it in the position that seemed to stretch her jaw to its maximum and fastened the strap around the back of her head. He then shoved a pillow under her ass.
Jacob retrieved a tube of lube and a syringe type device with a perforated needle about the width of a cigarette. He first put the white powdery contents of a small vial in the syringe and then filled it with liquid lube. He shook it several timed to ensure the powder would spread in the lube. She knew what was coming and tried to relax. Lana had taught her that fighting insertion was painful.
He inserted the tube in her ass and squeezed. He twisted it so the lube exiting the perforations would coat her entire anal tract.
Tom stood by her head while her father climbed between her obscenely spread legs.
“This may hurt a little.” Jacob said as he lined his cock with her crinkled starfish. He pressed forward, the head demanding entrance. Rachael tried to relax. The head popped through her sphincter without too much pain. The practice with Lana had saved her from the worst of that. Jacob reared back and thrust forward brutally, stretching her entire channel. Slippery heat enveloped his cock as he slid deeper. Her anus grabbed him in an incredibly tight hold. Even though she had practiced with Lana, Rachael’s ass filled with unbelievable pain. She screamed in agony, the pain seeming to grow with ever thrust.
Though somewhat drunk, Jacob quickly began to reach explosion. He slammed his cock into the unwilling ass, almost inverting her colon when he pulled back.
Finally he shot his load deep into her ass as his arms gave our and he fell on her, his mouth inches from her distended lips. “That felt so good! Damn you have a fine ass.”
She wanted to vomit.
He pulled out of her ravaged ass and got his drink. “You want sloppy seconds?” Jacob asked David?
David eyed her open mouth. Jacob wagged his finger, “Not until I’ve been in there.”
David shrugged. He thought about his trip with Lana and his cock became like steel. Through a haze of agony and exhaustion, Rachael noticed the size of David’s member. She gasped in fear as he reached above her head and began undoing the ankle restraints and holding her leg until it was on the bed. Her hands remained tied together above her head. He flipped her over onto her stomach, pulling her into a doggie position.
“Tie her hands behind her back. I’m getting hard again and it’s time she cleaned me off.” Jacob said.
David unclipped her hands from the “D” ring in the headboard, unclipped her wrist restraints and re-clipped them behind her back.
Rachael felt the bed sag as her father climbed on. He grabbed her hair and lifted her head, reveling in his daughter’s pleading eyes.
“Clean it, bitch,” he said as he forced her head down on his semi-hard cock covered in lube, ass juice and semen. He used her hair to control the rhythm.
“Use your tongue and really clean that cock!”
Jacob’s excitement grew as he neared completion. Just as he started to cum, he signaled David who had been waiting impatiently for the old man.
David thrust forward, into his “wife’s” sore asshole, forcing her forward her father’s cock slamming against the back of her throat. Jacob thrust back and began to cum. David thrust hard again, more than half his manhood embedded in her clutching ass. Rachael tried to scream around Jacob’s cock, opening her throat to the semen that shot from her father’s prick. David thrust forward again and the head of Jacob’s cock popped into her throat as he ejaculated into her stomach.
Seconds later, David came in Rachael’s ass.
As he hopped off the bed, Rachael rolled onto her side and curled into a fetal position.
Once her virginities had been fully removed, Jacob allowed David to enjoy his daughter’s ass and mouth with the only stipulation being that he would not hurt Rachael so much it would damage the baby. Only after her first trimester did Jacob agree that David could share her pussy, but David declined. His secretary and her friends filled his needs.
Thomas Jackson Weiss was born nine months later.
Susan was born fourteen days short of a year after Thomas.
Lynne was born fourteen months later, on Rachael’s 20th birthday.
Deciding that three heirs were sufficient, Jacob had the doctor perform a hysterectomy on Rachael. The doctor received a handsome bonus for tightening her vagina at the same time even though all her deliveries had been by ‘C’ section. Over the next year, she underwent several plastic surgeries to restore her body to as near pre-pregnancy terms as possible.
After the surgeries, rehab and gym workouts, David still showed little interest in Rachael, instead humiliating her by giving her to friends and business acquaintances to use.
Jacob died a horrible death, choking on his own vomit following a stroke four years after Lynne was born, placing all his assets in a trust for his daughter and grandchildren. David would be trustee for now, but Thomas would assume the role of trustee when he turned 21.
Darkness had claimed the day when Rachael finished her story. She could not remember which parts she relived in her mind and which she shared with Alice. As she recounted her story to Alice, Rachael’s feelings of betrayal fully resurfaced. She began to cry. Everything seemed so real again.
Somehow she was in Beth’s arms, being led back to their cabin.
Alice stared at the floor for a moment, let out a long sigh and closed her laptop. It seemed incredible that this woman had survived.
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Our hero is bound and slowly impaled for the amusement of some ladies.
Trying to realize a fantasy can lead to something unexpected
Jill and I are now married.
He knocked up his mother and now his Bff mother is beginning to swell
The fifth and final chapter of this story – be sure to read parts 1-4 first! Enjoy
Dr Lilith is a sexual psychologist who gets involved with her work after meeting Mike.
Part 24
Dante’s World
Beth prayed for Becka. Though Becka’s words relieved the major part of her guilt, she was haunted by the agony in Becka’s eyes. She remembered her own agony all too well – not of the rape itself, but of the feelings and aftermath. Her memories of the events of that Saturday night had been almost entirely erased.
Mercifully Becka had little memory of the next two days.
Jennifer examined her carefully and spat her disgust with rural American doctors. Becka had Chlamydia and Gonorrhea of the throat. She suspected from talking with Becka that she also had Herpes 1.
Becka’s vagina, peritoneum and sphincter had been ripped. The injuries had never been repaired. Anger coursed through Jennifer. They’d been given the money. Why hadn’t they gone to the doctors?
She scheduled Becka for surgery in Brisbane.
Beth and Alice sat beside Becka on the lounge pool deck. Becka had wanted to sun bathe, but the sun was too strong in the early afternoon, so they sat in the shade. Ted and Michael sat together at the other end of the deck. Ted had a beer; Michael sipped a Mimosa.
Michael looked into Jennifer’s face and blanched. “Can you send for Nancy? I need to talk with Ted and her.” She said in clipped tones. She waived Alice over.
Beth and Becka came over. Michael sent Beth to get Nancy. He rose and excused himself. This was Burkett family business.
Nancy appeared, hurrying to their table.
Jennifer took a long breath trying to remain calm. She looked at Ted and Nancy, cocked her head toward Becka asking silently if they wanted her to hear.
“I’m seventeen. Tell me what’s wrong.” Becka had a mulish expression. Ted and Nancy nodded.
“Okay. Becka, you have a couple of diseases including Gonorrhea and Chlamydia of the throat. She reached into her white smock and pulled out two bottles. “The directions are on the bottles. I think you may also have Herpes 1. It’s very common. It may or may not be connected with the rape.”
Becka began to sob.
“You also have significant scarring from the tearing of your vagina and sphincter. There’s also some scarring on your cervix. We’ll need to get that evaluated by an OB/GYN. You’re going to need surgery. I’ve taken the liberty of scheduling it ten days from now. I want you healthy before the surgery. Recovery time is usually about 6 weeks.” Jennifer’s anger grew.
Becka was now openly crying in her father’s arms.
Jennifer’s eyes hardened, “Nancy, you’re a nurse. Why didn’t you get her treatment? Misha sent money!”
Nancy’s face seemed to come apart. She ran from the table.
“It’s not her fault. She took me to our doctor right after and he said I’d heal. He took some tests, but it was probably too soon for him to detect the diseases. She tried to get me to go to other hospitals and an OB/GYN. I refused to go. I told her I was fine and if she made me go, I’d kill myself,” Becka said sobbing into her father’s chest, “I thought I’d heal and then forget it ever happened.”
Jennifer nodded sadly, regretting what she’d said.
“Okay young lady,” Jennifer said sternly, “you’re here to get fixed and we will fix you. Go take the pills. I need to talk with your mother.”
Jennifer left to find Nancy and apologize.
Alice had been quiet during the discussion, carefully monitoring Becka and her father. Clearly she trusted him. He reminded Alice of Michael, including his haunted look.
“Ted, would you excuse Becka and me?” Alice said kindly, motioning Beth to come over just as Misha came to them. Misha’s face showed signs of crying. She had on a bright yellow one-piece bathing suit that showed off a killer body for a woman of any age.
Misha touched Becka’s cheek with infinite gentleness, “I’m Misha. Robert was my son. I’m so sorry, Honey.” Misha’s tears started again. Beth put her arms around Misha. Becka rose and joined them. All three cried.
Becka looked at Misha, “I don’t remember Robert. It was that bastard John that set me up and raped me first.”
‘Thank God for small mercies,’ Alice thought.
“Misha, I was going to start a session, so if you’ll excuse us.” Misha headed for the other side of the pool deck.
Alice asked Becka about her dreams for the future.
Alice and Beth talked with Becka for nearly three hours. Alice had a private session with Becka for another hour. By the end, they were exhausted, but Alice had some very specific ideas for treatment. She also had a problem.
During a particularly painful, private discussion, Becka blurted that Sandy had been molested by her uncle several years ago. They’d kept it a secret because Ted would have killed him. She asked Becka to see if Sandy wanted to talk about it.
“I’m not sure I want to be alone tonight,” Becka said sadly, “I think the nightmares will come back. Could you stay in the room with me?”
“Of course, Honey,” Alice searched Becka’s eyes for a moment. Unknowingly, she’d focused on the wrong broken bird.
As harrowing as it had been for Becka, the afternoon had awakened memories in Beth she never knew she had. The memories had not been erased after all. That night, she would have a tour of Dante’s Hell.
Dinner was somber, Becka’s agony awakening memories everyone wished they could erase. They parted early to go to bed. Beth declined going with Michael, saying she was tired and sending him to bed with Shoshana and Nita.
Beth lay in the darkness, finally succumbing to her exhaustion.
As soon as she closed the front door, Beth knew she was in trouble. She faced seven men and a girl, Thomas in front.
“We can do this the easy way of the hard way, Beth.” Thomas said smoothly. Beth was far from the first to be initiated!
She could smell the hate and lust. She turned to flee, but strong arms encircled her waist. She swung her elbow as her dad had taught her. Her elbow smashed into a face. She felt a facial bone break. She slammed the heel of her foot on her attacker’s foot. More bones shattered. He released his grip.
A vicious punch to her solar plexus drove her to her knees. She kicked out at crotch level and heard a satisfying scream. Her head was pulled up. A brutal punch broke her nose. She still fought with her nails, raking one face and a forearm. Someone twisted her arm behind her back. She screamed when it snapped.
She still struggled, but they had tape across her mouth and legs. When they taped her hands behind her back, the pain from her broken arm being twisted behind her was too much. She fainted.
They stripped her, tied her up, blind folded her and waived an ammonia capsule under her nose.
“I’m gonna teach this bitch a lesson,” an angry Thomas said, looking in the mirror at his face. The purple indentation on his cheek seemed to be growing. He limped over to the bed.
The girl helped him out of his clothes. She knelt in front of him, giving his hardening cock a wet bath. Then she lubed it with warming gel. They knew this allowed him to go balls deep without caring if the woman was ready.
It hurt the victim more that way. Several “townies” knew all to well.
He got between her splayed legs, groping her breasts. He went to kiss her. She spat at him. He slapped her hard. He bit down hard on her soft, firm breast, coming away with a piece. She fought him, but the ties were tight and her arm broken.
The girl took his cock and parted Beth’s nether lips. It sat at the entrance to Beth’s tunnel, ready to take her once in a lifetime gift.
“Bust that spoiled bitch’s cherry,” she said viciously.
Thomas thrust forward hard. Even the lube didn’t allow him to go balls deep on the first thrust. She was incredibly tight and hot. He could feel her hymen. He pulled back and thrust forward again. Beth screamed, writhing in agony beneath him as the door to her womb was ripped from her tunnel. His third thrust slammed into her cervix.
Beth began to lose consciousness again.
“No bitch, you’re not getting off that easy,” the girl said as she waved the ammonia capsule under Beth’s bloody nose, “By the end of tonight, you’ll be a total slut!”
Thomas jackhammered her for his own pleasure. She whimpered and moaned her pain and humiliation. He punctuated the violence of his orgasm by spitting in Beth’s rapidly closing eye.
He rolled off her. Another man entered her. She was in unbearable agony.
“Hey man, you must’ve cum a gallon. Talk about sloppy seconds!” He thrust forward into her tunnel meant for love.
Nonetheless, he quickly came inside her. She was still very tight, but now well lubed with semen.
Each of the seven took her. By the time the seventh animal rolled off, her pussy had been hideously damaged.
They rearranged her on the bed, pulling her to her knees. She kicked blindly, her heel connecting with the girl’s face. The girl screamed with rage.
“Later” Thomas said in a flat, dead tone.
Beth knew she would die. She tried to break free of the hands holding her legs.
“Get your dick in her ass. Give her something else to think about.”
Thomas aimed his lubed dick at her dark starfish. He thrust forward with all his might. Beth screamed as she felt her sphincter rip, opening the way to him. She tried to fight him, but her energy was about gone.
He pummeled her ass, slapping her ass cheeks to get a reaction. He shot his load deep in her bowels.
He went to her head to get her to clean his cock, but hesitated. This one was a fighter. She would bite him. He hopped off the bed on his one good foot and went to a drawer, finding his pliers. He returned, smiling evilly.
“Let’s give her a nice smile,” the girl pinched Beth’s broken nose so she would open her mouth. Thomas began to make Beth’s mouth safe for his cock. Her screams sprayed droplets of blood from her gums across the room.
Satisfied, he slapped her face. He was hard again. He plunged his cock deep in her mouth, but could not get through her throat. His friends plunged deep into her ass. The third man decided to fuck her ass, but shoot his cum in her mouth. The others followed, desperately trying to plunge their cocks into her throat.
None succeeded.
They flipped her onto her back. They retied her. She kicked weakly, still fighting them. Thomas climbed above her bloody mouth. He pinched her nostrils together. She opened her mouth to breathe. Thomas peed in her mouth. Beth choked. Another man replaced Thomas. Beth vomited.
Finally, Thomas waived the girl over. She had lit cigarette in one hand, broom handle in her other. Despite the bloody mess of Beth’s pussy, she found Beth’s clit. She ground the cigarette into Beth’s most sensitive flesh. Beth’s screamed an inhuman shriek.
Pins thrust through her bloody vaginal lips. Beth screamed weakly. Another went through her clit. She almost levitated in pain wailing in agony. Then she felt one being pushed through her left nipple. Another scream poured out her mouth. She fainted.
Her tormentor rubbed her own bruised face, her fury in full bloom. She cracked the last ammonia ampoule beneath Bet’s bloody nose, now swelling horribly. She shoved the handle deep into Beth’s ass, knowing the bacteria that lived in the colon would infect Beth’s pussy. Beth moaned in agony.
The man above her head let loose his stream into her mouth.
She took the stick from Beth’s ass. The last inch was covered in feces.
“You’ll thank me for this one day you little stuck up bitch,” she put all the venom she could into those words. She shoved the handle hard into Beth’s ravaged pussy, again and again until it penetrated deeper, through Beth’s cervix into her womb. She shoved once more and bright red blood began to run from Beth’s pussy. Beth let out an inhuman scream of agony.
Another boy delivered another mouthful of pee. He laughed at the little whore.
The venomous girl mounted her head and let loose her flow into Beth’s bloody mouth.
They left her in her world of pain and degradation.
One boy, not as high as the others, saw the volume of blood and quickly realized Beth was in bad trouble. He wrapped her in the stinking bedding and took her to his room. He needed to call his father to get help. If Beth died, they’d never cover it up.
He left her alone as he rushed to get the emergency kit.
Beth was barely conscious. She felt fresh air. She ripped off the blindfold with her good hand and crawled to the cool night air. She managed to lift the window enough to slip out. The porch roof was just below the window. She slid down the roof, into bushes beside the road… and headlights of a car driven by startled football coach.
“Beth, Honey, wake up.” Her dad cried urgently. He kissed her.
She was secure in Michael’s arms, bathed in her own sweat and his. She looked around, disoriented. Alice was beside her on the bed. Jennifer stood next to Michael. She had a syringe in her hand, about to use it if Beth hadn’t wakened.
Alice looked at Jennifer. Both had discussed Beth’s traumatic amnesia and feared this day.
“Beth, can you hear me?” Alice said softly.
Beth looked at her, “I can hear you, Alice,” she said as though across a great distance. “I remember it all,” her voice rising, “every thrust, every smell, all the pain, all the hate,” she was wailing now, “that goddamn bitch and the broom handle.” She looked up at Michael and seemed to calm.
Jennifer looked at Alice silently offering the narcotic that would allow Beth to sleep. Alice shook her head.
Shoshana entered the room carrying Vika. She placed Beth’s daughter in her lap. They watched as several years of her life replayed in Beth’s head. All the pain, fear and finally joy played out through her eyes.
She looked down at Vika, then up at Michael. She handed her child back to Shoshana.
“Dad, I need a drink,” she said softly.
Moments after taking her first sip, she fell asleep in Michael’s arms. She roused once to visit the bathroom and returned to bed, Michael at her side.
Shoshana joined them.
Two days after her melt down, she strode onto the pool deck. Becka and Alice were having a session, so she gave them privacy. Instead, she sat next to Sandy. Beth wanted to see the world through Sandy’s new eyes.
Sandy wanted to know everything about their little home and her new companions, particularly Beth. She’d seen the horrific picture Beth held up in her You Tube video. It was hard to believe this Beth and that picture were of the same person.
“It was a hard, painful road, but eventually my Dad and Alice helped me travel it. I remembered everything two nights ago. I had traumatic amnesia. Alice is worried that I would have to retrace my recovery, but I think she’s wrong. I think I’ll be OK in a few days.”
“You have sex with your Dad?”
Beth nodded, “I love him as a man. He’s the only man I trust completely.”
“Doesn’t it feel weird?”
“To be weird, you have to know normal. I was a physical virgin when I was raped. They took my ability to conceive a child. I don’t know normal. I gave my Dad my real virginity.”
“Real virginity?”
“Honey, we’re women. The little piece of tissue, our hymen, can be broken easily by accident. A friend broke hers water skiing when she fell and did the splits. You become a woman when you give yourself, your love and soul. Men can force your body to have sex, but no one can force you to make love. It’s one of the great powers a woman has. When to first make love.”
Sandy was quiet for a time.
“You remembered everything?”
Beth nodded sadly. “It’s part of the healing process or so I’ve been told.”
“When you talk to Alice does she tell anyone what you talk about?”
“No Honey,” suspicion began to grow inside Beth, “You can tell her any secret and she will keep it safe.”
“What about you?”
“Most times I would, but if I thought keeping something a secret could hurt you or someone I love, I’d probably tell.” Beth would not lie to her.
“Okay, but it would hurt a lot of people if you tell.” Sandy took a deep breath, “I’m not a physical virgin. My uncle, my Mom’s brother, forced me a couple of years ago.” Sandy’s eyes filled with tears.
Beth’s eyes widened, connecting the possibilities and dangers. She forced herself to be calm, “Honey, then I think you should have Jennifer examine you. You should also talk to Alice,” Beth saw fear in the little girl’s eyes, “or do you want me to tell her?”
“Could you?”
“Of course,“ Beth said, getting up, “let’s go see Jennifer and your Mom.”
While Jennifer examined Sandy, Beth found Alice.
“I think you’ve got another patient. Sandy just told me her uncle raped her.”
Alice nodded sadly. “She asked me to tell you,” Beth said, knowing Alice would never betray a confidence.
Alice’s eyes showed gratitude. She could now treat Sandy. Then she snapped. This was Beth talking to her! Beth had just gone through vividly reliving her horrific rape and sodomy. Beth who would not leave her room for 36 hours.
“How are you doing?”
“OK, not great, but OK. I could have lived without feeling that damn broom handle shoved inside me again, or the broken arm or a million images, smells and pains from that night. I’ll deal with it, so long as you’ll help me.”
Alice smiled at Beth’s ultimate compliment. She went to find Nancy in the infirmary.
Alice arrived as Sandy was leaving an exam room. Sandy looked unhappy; Nancy looked devastated.
Jennifer looked at Nancy, “Mind if Alice listens in?” Nancy shook her head no, “How about you Honey? Can Alice listen?”
Sandy nodded.
“Honey, I think you have Gonorrhea. The tests will confirm it. Many women are asymptomatic – they have no symptoms. You also have a little damage to your vaginal floor that we should repair.”
Jennifer paused, “You understand?”
“Why does my period hurt so much?”
“It may be from the STD, but we’ll have them check when we go to Brisbane.”
At the mention of Brisbane, Sandy’s head snapped up. She smiled broadly remembering all the things to do in Brisbane, the walk around outside mall and all the boys!
Even Nancy smiled.
“Sandy, Beth told me your secret. She said you asked her to tell me?” Sandy nodded.
“Honey, do you want me to tell your Mom?”
“She just told us,” Nancy said with a haunted expression.
“How is Ted going to take it?” Alice asked Nancy. Ted inspired terror. Alice prayed he did not take this out on Nancy.
“I think Tim or Michael should tell him,” Alice said, thinking, “probably Michael. He had to stop from killing the boys that raped Beth because she needed him. Ted respects him.”
“Nancy, do you or the girls want to stay in the main house tonight?” Alice asked obliquely asking if Ted would hurt her or the girls.
“Ted would never hurt me or the girls.”
Michael spoke with Ted that evening before dinner. While outwardly tough, inside of Ted was a gentle, loving man. His girls defined his world and it was crumbling around him. It was his job to protect Becka and Sandy. He’d failed them miserably. Michael recognized the look, feeling the man’s pain.
Ted also suffered from PTSD. He’d been off his meds for some time, giving him the illusion that he had control without them.
He ate dinner with his girls, gently kissed them goodnight. When Nancy asked him to come to bed, he said he had some things to think about.
A single gunshot reverberated through the compound a little after midnight.
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