So... I guess I owe you all an explanation. Well, first of all, I had forgotten the password to this account. And second... well, I suppose I just got lazy. Wow, has it been two years already? My writing skills have grown tremendously, I assure you.
Violet shivered as she recalled the events of the previous night. She had just woken up and found herself alone in her bed, in broad daylight. What? Since when did Olaf allow her to stay in bed past sunrise?
Footsteps suddenly filled the silence, and she felt a tap on her shoulder. "Orphan, get up," a gruff voice commanded. "Drink some water and proceed down the stairs. Sunny and Klaus have made pancakes,"
Before Violet could even turn her head, Olaf was gone without another word. Violet sat up, stretched out her arms, and she got out of the bed.
"Oh, my gosh..." she groaned as her entire lower body was sore from the horrors of the night before. She shuffled over to the door and locked it, then slipped out of her nightgown, not realizing her window was wide open and her body was exposed for the world to see.
She heard a car door slam shut and turned her head in surprise, seeing a friend of Olaf's gaping at her naked body through the window. Violet gasped and quickly walked out of sight from the window, slipping on a typical dress. She then walked down the stairs, seeing a faint smile from Klaus and a small giggle from Sunny to show a greeting.
Her eyes grew wide as the man who ogled at her not even a moment ago walked into the room and embraced Olaf. The man eyed Violet and looked her up and down, then nodded to her.
"Welcome, my friend!" Olaf said to seem as welcoming as possible. "Sit down, have some breakfast!"
Olaf pulled out a chair for the man to sit.
"Let me speak to my orph... er, them for a moment," Olaf caught himself, then ushered the siblings to the side.
"This man could move us into a much larger home and bring in a lot more money until Violet turns 18, you hear me? You do EVERYTHING he says," Olaf demanded, glancing at Violet to direct it at her. Violet gave a slight nod, then gulped.
"Now... go do something that makes me look good," Olaf said and straightened his tie. Klaus ran off to go read a book, "To Kill A Mockingbird," which he had read many times before. Sunny played with some makeshift toys, and Violet decided to play with her little sister.
The men talked loudly in the kitchen. The man's name was Patrick. He wasn't exactly chubby, perse, but tall and muscular. Patrick seemed to have a powerful aura around him, which gave Violet chills, but not good ones.
"It was great seeing you, but I have to run an errand. If it wouldn't do you any trouble, would you mind watching my sweet children and wife?" Olaf asked. Patrick nodded and looked at Violet. Olaf rushed out of the house without another word.
Violet stood up suddenly and whispered something to Sunny, what of which even I couldn't seem to fathom.
Sunny and Klaus continued with their business. Patrick soon decided to walk up the stairs after the girl. As he peered around the top floor, he noticed a door that was slightly open and peeked inside.
Violet was closing the window and the blinds. She was also looking inside her closet, trying to find a pair of tights to go under her dress. Since the girl wasn't facing Patrick, he took his chances and crept inside.
Violet gasped as she felt two strong hands grasping her waist and hot breath going into her ear. "Hello, my dear," a whisper flew into her ear, and she raised an eyebrow.
"Please leave me alone," Violet managed to say, not moving a muscle. The hands began to move up and down her torso, cupping her breasts and giving them a little squeeze.
"There's no need for that, my dear," Patrick said, pressing his lower body against her ass. Violet suddenly bit her lip as she felt something poking at her.
A hand flew around her mouth as the other hand quickly reached the doorknob and closed the door, locking it as well. Violet yelped through the hand on her soft lips. Patrick's hand smacked her ass and Violet yelped again.
Patrick grabbed some kind of cloth and tied it over Violet's mouth, then another one over her eyes. His two arms reached up under her dress and tore it off her curvy body, causing a loud rip sound.
"Do exactly as I say, dear, or your dear.. husband... will be very mad," Patrick cackled as he slipped his hands into the back of her panties and squeezed her round ass.
He quickly pulled down her panties as Violet murmured through her gag. Patrick pushed her back and laid her onto the bed as he tapped her inner thighs. "Spread these beautiful legs," he ordered and Violet hesitantly obeyed.
Violet gasped as her sore parts were poked and prodded by the sharp fingers of the man. A finger slipped into her and she groaned.
"Wow, sweetheart, you seem like you were stretched only yesterday! Not only that..." he said and rubbed her a little bit, getting a moan of pain. "But you seem sore," he laughed and poked at the inside of her, kind of liking her pain.
He smacked her pussy lightly, causing her to gasp at every slap. As this was happening, a car swerve was heard and Patrick nodded. "That would be the count," he said and smacked her breasts just for the sound.
He quickly untied her blindfold and gag and pushed her towards the closet. "Wear a nice dress... say you spilled something on it," he told her and looked her up and down. "I'll be returning again later today," he grinned and walked out the door.
"Olaf!" he called as he closed it behind him. "Your wife just showed me the house... tsk, tsk, we must get you a bigger, better one!" Patrick trailed off as Violet carefully chose a longer and less flattering dress.
Violet glanced around, unable to find a pair of panties. She opened Olaf's nightstand, hoping to find some there, but she found something even better.
The picture of her and Olaf... with an explanation.
