nc-17, graphic i warn you.
When I was talking about the miracle of masturbation and how I found all that porn in my brothers room the thing is he isn’t my real brother.
I was adopted when I was 10 by that family.
I was taken away from the family when I was 15.
Apparently my parents trips out of town were drug deals and my brother was a pusher.
They did a real good job at hiding this from me.
I kept in touch with Maria when I was in the foster home.
No one picked on me when I was there.
Well the first day this one big black girl tried to make me her bitch but I beat the shit out of her. She didn’t bother me after that.
I was in there for two years. I got letters from Maria randomly sometimes one everyday two a week, once a month. It was ok though she was my only friend out there.
I felt like I was in prison. I could leave but then I would have to come right back so I didn’t bother going anywhere.
I just sat around the place and drew, read, jacked off. There were classes offered at the home and I took them. I didn’t want to end up on the streets. I wanted that diploma.
When I was 16 they found me a home. A woman and a man. No kids but lots of dogs. Big ugly dogs, all mutts.
I was there for 6 months.
6 months, weeks, days it seems to be a recurring number, time period in my life.
But anyway the reason I was removed from my foster parents when I was 16 was because the man who will remain unnamed raped me and his wife.
I didn’t think it was possible for a man to rape his wife but he did.
God she was the most beautiful woman ever. Long silk red hair soft pink skin soft green eyes.
And he would rape her and me. Sometimes he would make her and I have sex together and he would stand above us and jack off just cumming all over us.
He would threaten to kill us if we ever said anything to anyone. He would record us having sex. Up the ass, I hated that. He wouldn’t use lubricant sometimes and I could hardly move after because it hurt so fucking bad.
I would miss school for weeks because I had the “flu” but it was because he would fuck me so hard I was bleeding all over the place.
He would just fuck us over and over. He was like the god damn energizer bunny he just didn’t quite fucking us. He would wake up and fuck, eat then fuck, take a shower then fuck, even when we were going out to a public place he would fuck us.
He had names for us.
She was Cum kitten and I was Pussy lips.
He would make her dress up as a kitten and maker her purr and meow and when he made us fuck he would tie me up to the bed and make her eat me out and purr while she did it.
6 months I was a sex slave. They were married for three years. Three years she had to go through all this shit.
I remember one night I came home late after school because I was at the art club and he got so mad at me because he wanted to fuck me before they ate dinner.
He had beaten her so bad she was just laying on the couch sprawled out bleeding.
He threw me against the wall and started to finger me. He dragged me over to the coffee table and sat down and put me on his lap. He bent me over and started to eat my pussy and bang me till I was bleeding.
He did this all right in front of her and she couldn’t do a thing.
She was just lying there limp.
He turned me over and fucked me up the ass and the pussy and made me suck his cock shoving it in my mouth and a puked all over the place.
He got mad and dragged me into the shower and made me fuck him in there.
He made me go back out into the living room and clean the floor up on my hands and knees naked.
He would come up to me and ride my ass from behind then go and cum all over her.
He picked her up and took her into the bed room and had his way with her.
I got dressed and called the cops.
When there was a knock at the door he didn’t answer it. But I did. They came in and that was the end of that.
I was tested the standard rape kit.
I wasn’t pregnant I didn’t have any STDS.
I was put back into the home. I didn’t talk to anyone I just sat around by myself.
None of the families wanted me.
Maria and I kept writing to each other.
When I was 18 I went to go live with her.
And then to the loss of my virginity.
I don’t count rape as a loss of virginity.
Mary was raped by god and had Christ and she is still called a virgin.
So am I.