ABBY WAS NEXT

Feature Writer: Rose Eastmann ([email protected])

Feature Title: ABBY WAS NEXT

Published: ASSTR 2008 / This work is copyrighted to the author 2008. Please don’t remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration

Story Codes: Ped, NC, Rape, Drugs

Synopsis: A mother is raped by her 13 year old daughter’s boyfriend, there are drugs and pain involved and Abigail the youngest daughter was next!

Abby Was Next

Life seldom goes to plan, I had a good degree, well an excellent degree, a double first, unfortunately it was from a not so good university, so it only qualified as a reasonable to good degree in everyone else’s eyes.

I had planned to study hard at university, planned to get a good job in ‘the city’, planned to meet and marry a Banker or a Harley Street Doctor after graduation, spend ten years setting my career in train before I had my first child at thirty-one or thirty-two years old, a boy first followed two years later by a girl, I’d be earning enough to hire a professional nanny to manage the children.

Well some things don’t go exactly to plan; I met Mark during freshers week, he was two years ahead of me in school, I hadn’t planned on falling in love at all, not until after I had graduated, but there was something about Mark!

I had gone to university in my hometown, to save money by living at home, and so that I could ‘lean’ on my mother to do everything for me while I put one hundred percent effort into my study. I did get the double first degree but Mark took up the time that I had planned to take extra courses, things like advanced business studies, I had planned to take the one year course over two years merged into my other studies but like I said, things don’t go to plan.

Mark and I married within weeks of my graduation, he had been working hard for two years by then, he wouldn’t ever be a top doctor or a city banker but he was a very hard worker and had managed to get a good job with excellent prospects, Mark didn’t want to move to ‘the city’, he had moved from Devon to Nottingham and to him Nottingham was far too big and busy, he wouldn’t be able to survive in the big city.

We brought the best property we could afford, a one bed-roomed apartment in the Park Estate, overlooking the Castle, you know, Robin Hood and the Sheriff of Nottingham and all that, the price we paid for the apartment would have brought us a three bed-roomed Town house in Wollaton or a four bed-roomed detached house in West Bridgeford but the Park Estate, that was the best address in Nottingham, probably in the whole East Midlands.

If the plan had at least held up as far as progeny went we would have been OK, over stretched but OK, unfortunately Emma had other ideas, she popped into the world just eight months after the wedding, the apartment, although only a one bed-roomed apartment, was very large and little Emma wasn’t too much of a problem for Mark and I to work around but when we realised that I was pregnant again when Emma was only six months old we knew we were in serious trouble. I hadn’t even started back at work from having Emma and it was made very clear to me that I no longer had a career to go back too.

As these things seem to be, we had to find a larger property just as the bottom fell out of the apartment market, everyone and his aunt was scrambling to get into houses. West Bridgeford was the absolute lowest of the low areas I would have thought of living in, unfortunately a two bed-roomed house there was about ten thousand above our price range, we ended up moving into a three bed-roomed town house in Bilborough, when we moved in I thought that we had moved into a third world country, weeks after the end of a civil war, I was so terrified that I never left the house after dark.

Abby arrived soon after we moved into Bilborough and I settled down to being ‘just a mum’, not the high flying business woman that I had trained to be, two young children made even the thought of going out to work impossible, at least until after Abby had started school and even after that there was no way I would have got more than a part time job stacking shelves in the Co-op.

The worst thing about having two children when we weren’t really financially secure enough to have them was blamed on me and Mark shied away from intimacy, he hated to use condoms but he wouldn’t come anywhere near to me without one on and so the inevitable happened and we just stopped having sex all together.

Well now we come to the point of my writing this story, something happened and Peter thought that putting everything into words would help me to Come to terms with everything. It all started a long time before I was aware of anything going wrong, I had noticed that Emma was being more difficult since her thirteenth birthday, the very bad school that she went to was the reason I thought for her bad behaviour.

The school was not one I chose for her, I think it was the education authority’s way of punishing me for putting the top three schools in Nottingham on my list of preferred schools, well instead of Emma going to one of the top three she ended up at the worst school, a school that was put on special measures after failing an off-stead inspection and worse still her sister Abby followed her a year later.

Emma had become rebellious at home, and her grades were falling at school, not that it bothered her teachers one little bit. Mark had started fighting with her every day and that had come to blows on more than one occasion, she had threatened to call Child Line and report her father for hitting her.

I decided that things were getting too heated between Mark and Emma and one time after Mark had hit her I asked him to try and control himself, that caused a fight between Mark and me which also came to blows only this time it was Mark hitting me and then he stormed off, it was strange but I thought I saw a look of pleasure on Emma’s face as Abby came to my assistance and wiped the blood trickling down from the side of my mouth, “He’s just frustrated!” Emma said as she went to her room.

The next day I walked with the girls up to their school on my way to work, Emma always hated it when I did that but Abby never seemed to mind, on that day I was asked to work a few hours longer, there had been a special offer on that had almost emptied the shelves over the weekend, my boss wanted me to work a full day but I had to leave at three-thirty or the girls would have been left in the street after school as neither of them had a key to the door.

As I reached the gates of the school there was a torrent of teenagers spilling out on to the road, I noticed Abby walking down the steps from the main entrance, I also noticed that Emma was joining the river of teens from the rear of the school. I asked her why she hadn’t come out of school through the normal exit and she told me that she had taken a short cut through the gym changing-room and out onto the sports field to avoid some girls in the passageways.

I put two and two together and made twenty-two, I assumed that Emma’s change in personality and her bad grades at school were due to bullying from other girls rather than anything that Emma was doing and it made me feel a little better about the situation.

When we reached home there was something out of place, I couldn’t put my finger on it at first but the hallway looked a little bit tidier than usual, then it hit me, the coat-rack just inside the front door was different, only my coat and the girls, all of Mark’s coats and jackets were missing, I was confused, it was a warm day, no one needed coats at all never mind two jackets and two top coats.

I walked into the living room, looking to see if there was anything else out of place, then I ran to my bedroom, Mark’s wardrobe doors were both wide open and the space was totally empty, Mark had packed his bags and walked out while I was away at work, there wasn’t even so much as a note from Mark to say what was happening.

Abby appeared at my side and put her arm around me, then Emma’s head appeared over my shoulder, we all stood looking at the empty wardrobe and tried to take it all in. Emma walked to her bedroom and I heard her say under her breath, “Thank god, now he’ll probably get a fuck someplace and lose his frustrations!” I didn’t say anything, I could have been mistaken in what I had heard, there was hardly any sound from Emma, it could have actually been my mind that turned her breath into words.

I had never been on my own before, I know technically I wasn’t alone, I had two daughters in the house with me but there was no one to protect me, I had moved from my father’s protection to Marks protection when I married him, I knew I was standing in my bedroom doorway crying but I didn’t know if it was because Mark had gone or if it was fear and uncertainty now that Mark had gone.

Abby tried her best to comfort me but I was inconsolable, it took me quite a while to calm down, I didn’t want the girls to see me so upset but also I didn’t want to be alone, I picked up the phone to call my father, I wanted to ask him if I could come back home, back to the safety of my bedroom, only I didn’t have a bedroom anymore, my parents had moved into a bungalow to free up money to help with their pension.

Before I knew it, it was time for bed, both girls had slipped off to bed un-noticed and now I was definitely afraid, I checked all the downstairs windows, even though they were screwed closed and there was no way they could open never mind be left open accidentally, I double bolted the back door and turned the key in the lock to prevent anyone using a key to unlock it.

I knew exactly how bad the area was that we lived in, there was at least one burglary a week in the area surrounding our house and we had things stolen from out garden and locked shed many times, there wee no bolts on the front door to add protection there but there was a Yale lock as well as a mortise lock, I closed the latch on the Yale lock and again put the key in the mortise lock and turned it so that it couldn’t be pushed out, I checked everything three times before I went to bed.

A week later I still had no contact from Mark, I had phoned his office only to be told that he had resigned and moved away, I assumed that he had returned to Devon but I didn’t know for sure, money was running out and I had to change from part time working to full time, I had been forced to give both girls latch-keys to the front door even though I hated the fact that they would be totally alone and unprotected for almost three hours a day after school, even working full time I had no chance of keeping up with all the bills and had to go onto social security payments to keep my head above water.

Each day I went through the ritual of checking that all the windows were closed securely and that the doors were locked and bolted, I had been sleeping very little, every creak of a floorboard or squeak of a door hinge had me out of bed to check the house thoroughly for signs of intruders. I heard a creak on the stairs and rushed from my bedroom, it was Emma, “For God’s sake take a chill pill mum, I’m just going down for a drink of water!”

Again I thought I heard some words under Emma’s breath. It sounded like she had said “After a good fuck you might calm you down a little bit!” But I couldn’t be sure I had heard correctly.

I checked the clock in my bedroom, it was midnight, I had been in bed for two hours but hadn’t been able to sleep a wink, it was funny, there was far more noise down stairs than usual but in my mind I knew that it was only Emma getting a drink of water. I fell asleep before Emma came back to bed, It didn’t start out as a sound sleep, I managed to have a bad nightmare, a huge wasp was in my bedroom and even though I tried to fight it off it managed to sting me really badly on my arm but after a week of very poor sleep I finally fell into a deep, almost coma like sleep.

Something was wrong, very wrong, it was still dark, a hand was pressing down on my mouth, not just my mouth, the hand was so huge that it covered my whole face, my head was being pushed hard down into my pillow, I couldn’t see a thing because of the dark and the fingers covering my eyes, “Keep quiet, you wouldn’t want to wake that beautiful little Abigail and have her come in here and see you getting the fucking of your life would you?”

I couldn’t see the man forcing my head hard against my bed, I couldn’t see him but I knew it was a him and I also knew that he was either African or Caribbean from his accent. It didn’t register at that moment that he had only mentioned not waking Abbey; he hadn’t included Emma in his comment. He reached above the bed and pulled the string that controlled the light, it hurt my eyes a little to be shocked into full brightness so suddenly and for some reason I had a pounding headache, “Are you going to keep Quiet?”

I agreed by nodding my head, I didn’t have a choice; I didn’t want to risk my daughters being brought into danger. The hand was removed from my face, I was shocked to see that the guy was totally naked, my eye was drawn to his huge cock, it was the biggest thing I had ever seen between a man’s legs, ant it seemed to have a sheen to it that made it look like he had already used it and recently too, he moved quickly to cover my body, it had been so long since I had sex that a normal sized man would have hurt me going in but this guy’s monster cock literally tore my body open, I had to fight hard to stop screaming out in pain, he forced himself into me as deep as he could go.

I couldn’t see but I guessed that he only had about half of his cock inside me and he was pushing as hard as he could to get further into me. “I get a lot further inside her!” That comment confused me until I realised that we weren’t alone, as he pulled his monster cock from my body I noticed a movement, it was Emma, moving to get a better view of the man’s coal black cock slipping from my body, Emma was totally naked, my eyes closed as he forced himself in again, harder than the first time, “Mind you it did take a dozen or more times and a lot of coke and other chemicals to open her up!”

He tried to bury himself deeper into me, almost pushing my body through the mattress, then he started rapidly pounding into me, it still hurt but now it was mixed with the burgeoning climax that was starting to ripple through my body even though I felt repulsed by my bodies reaction to this man, I began gasping for breath and then the earth moved.

Emma moved fully into view now, it had been quite a few years since I had seen her naked, probably more than six years, she had larger breasts than I had imagined, when I was her age I had only half the size and shape that her breasts were now.

I felt the warmth of the man’s semen flooding through my body, he didn’t appear to have a climax, there were no signs of heavy breathing that would have accompanied my husband’s climax, not that I had heard that sound in a long time, or felt his seed flow through me. The heavy weight was removed from my body; he looked to be about eighteen stone (270 Lbs), then he patted Emma’s belly as he stood over me, the last drips of his semen falling from the eye of his cock onto my thigh, “And if what this little girl tells me about you is true, you will probably have my little black bastard starting to grow inside you, just like she has!”

I noticed that there was a little paunch under his patting hand, I had put it down to ‘puppy fat’ and dismissed it out of hand but now, with what he had said I realised that it was the first showing of a pregnant belly, “You did say that you thought your mum finished her period two weeks ago didn’t you?”

I saw Emma nod her head in agreement; she had planned everything, set up the whole situation, set me up, then I watched as she bent forward and took his softening cock in her hand and started to stroke it, then bent further forward and started to lick the string of cum joining his cock to my thigh, then she slipped the head of his cock into her mouth and started to suck instantly reversing the softening that had started to deflate his cock, she could only just get the head of his cock into her mouth and as he grew hard again even that much was difficult for her.

I had been married to her father for almost fourteen years and had never dreamed of doing anything so disgusting to him, I watched as the guy’s cock grew to full strength again, he grabbed Emma by her shoulder and lifted her from the bed easily, she was fighting desperately to keep his cock head in her mouth but he pulled her from him as easily as if she had been a rag doll.

I suddenly came to my senses and tried to get off my bed, there was a flash of black and a stinging pain across my cheek as the back of his hand made lightening fast contact with my face, he pushed me back onto my back and manoeuvred Emma so that she was kneeling between my thighs, he pushed her face down into my pussy mound and told her to clean me up, Emma licked greedily between my legs, eating every trace of his juice that her tong could reach.

I watched as the black man moved into position behind her, he slipped easily inside her tiny body, he managed without force of any kind to bury full length into her tiny body, he fucked her in just a few movements and then pulled back out again, again it didn’t seem like he had actually climaxed but as he turned my daughter through one-hundred and eighty degrees so that her knees were either side of my body and I was looking directly into her wide open fanny, there was a ‘water fall’ of black man’s cum flowing from her pussy onto my breasts.

Then he pushed her bottom down causing her pussy to swing towards my face, “Now clean her like she has just cleaned you white bitch,” he pushed her body from side to side rubbing her dripping pussy against my mouth. “Lick her out or I’ll have to give you something to remind you just who is in charge round here from now on!”

I licked.

I had never tasted a mans semen before and certainly never even been tempted to taste another woman’s pussy, the mixture of the man’s foul and salty cream and my tender daughter’s sweet pussy causing confusion on my taste buds and even more confusion inside my head, not that the confusion was hard as my head seemed to be full of cotton wool.

“I’ve been good haven’t I?” Emma said in a begging tone, “Please Leroy, please!” I had never heard Emma talking so submissively since we had moved into the rough area, she had almost instantly hardened after her first day at school, now I was shocked to see her almost going on to her knees to beg for something, and now I guess the name of my rapist was Leroy.

I watched as he mulled something over in his head, then he said, “OK baby girl, I’m not sure how valuable this old trout is going to be to me but I guess that having access to little Abigail when she wakes up will be worth a little trip!” Leroy then opened a black leather valise; the kind doctors would have carried in the ‘fifties’.

I noticed a large quantity of sterile packed syringes in the top try of his bag and then, under a good collection of pharmaceutical products, he took out a dirty old spoon and tipped a measure of white powder into the spoons bowl and used a lighter to heat up the powder until it turned into a thick liquid. I watched as Emma held one end of a rubber tube in her teeth as she tied it in a tourniquet around her upper arm, she turned her arm outwards so that the back of her elbow joint was on offer to Leroy, as Leroy drew the liquid into a syringe iv noticed around twenty small marks, some old and scabbed over but one or two looked very fresh.

Leroy stabbed the point of the syringe into the standing vein on Emma’s arm, drew a little of her blood back into the body of the syringe and then he jabbed the plunger and emptied the content into her body. I watched as the light in Emma’s eyes started to dim and she said, as she slipped to the floor, “See I told you you’d calm down after a good fucking!” And then she was slumped on the floor with saliva dribbling out of the corner of her mouth.

I looked at my arm where the wasp stung me in my dream, the hole was quite large and the blood hadn’t quite dried into a scab, I watched as Leroy tipped a little more powder into the blackened spoon bowl and repeat the process of heating with his lighter, then he took the length of rubber that Emma had used to inflate her vein, he wrapped the tube around my arm and I began to fight him off, he hit me again, “That’s how you got all the damage to your vein last time you silly bitch, you don’t want to be conscious for the next couple of hours I can assure you!”

The syringe hit my arm and Leroy fired the contents of the syringe into my arm without testing to see if he was in the vein correctly. As the room started to dim out and all the colours in the room started to swirl into a kaleidoscope of colours, it seemed to take me a lot longer to slide to the floor than it had taken Emma and all the time I could hear Abby screaming, crying and begging for someone to help her and make it stop!!

I hope that you have enjoyed this fantasy story, I need to hear from readers to find out what they want me to write about in the future, this kind of story or maybe something more like my past stories.

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