I was reminiscing in my childhood but not in a good way. I've never really had pleasant life growing up. I remember most of the time I had to gather up all the lose change or steal money out of my mom's purse in the house so I could eat something. I can rattle all the unpleasant things I had to endure as a child but that was nothing compared to being raped. I was hoping to keep this a secret but you know how secrets work, eventually someone had to find out.
"Georgie, are you alright?" asked Rachael. At first I didn't hear her, I was too zoned out and depressed to listen. The cold shower only added to my depression. God, I just wanted to die! "Georgie?" Rachael repeated my name, snapping me back to my senses. I turned off the water, pulling myself together as much as I could. Once I dried myself I wrapped a towel around myself and opened the door. Rachael was there about to knock but lowered her hand, she stared at me as if she knew something was wrong. She turned to the others getting dressed, "Ladies, you have to go on without me. My slave is distressed."
The ladies looked disappointed but left without question. Once we were alone Rachael took me to the bed. I was expecting her to ask if I was alright and I would lie or maybe make some lame excuse. Instead Rachael cut to the chase, "You've been crying in the shower. I know by how red your eyes look and by how long you've been in the shower. So be truthful to me, what did I do to make you cry?" she asked, I looked at her face, unsure if I should tell her.
When I didn't answer she came a little closer to me. She wrapped her arms around me in a motherly way and said in a calm, soothing voice. "Please tell me what happened." In response I hugged her back and cried against her chest, "He hurt me! He hurt me real bad!"
"Who hurt you, baby?" asked Rachael, rocking me while combing her fingers through my hair. I can't remember my mother giving me this kind of treatment.
"My mom met this one guy at a bar, his name was Randy. He was real nice at first but once we were alone he would do….things to me….like touching me there." I pointed down at my crotch. "The touching was bad enough but that wasn't the worst part." It took me a while to speak. I've never told anyone about this, not a soul and I was use to not expressing myself. If only Rachael told me I didn't have to say I would have kept my mouth shut. Instead she was silent, cradling me as if I was a child myself. With something this loving I couldn't help but tell.
"When mom left us alone…..he told me it was time to make me a man….so he undressed, forced me on my bed and raped me. I was only five!" I broke out into uncontrollable sobs at this point. Rachael kissed me on the forehead, "Oh you poor baby. Was that the only time or was there more." I quieted down a little. "No….it went on until I was eight when he got tired of me. He wanted someone else, he said I wasn't as attractive as I use to be and that he wanted my friend."
"Would that be Alex?" she asked, I nodded.
"Alex is two years younger then me. He was six at the time but I didn't give him to Randy. In fact he'll never have any boy because I shot him in an alley. The police never knew who did it but I always will. I'm glad I killed him but it'll always haunt me…..please don't tell anyone!"
"I won't tell anyone," said Rachael, giving me another kiss then added, "I'm very sorry." I broke away from her embrace to wipe my eyes. It's funny how a terrible secret can somehow become so light. "It's ok," I said, feeling a little bit better than I did earlier. I looked down from her face to her breasts, they were went with my tears. "I think you didn't mean to harm me," I said absentmindedly. I thought about how motherly she was to me and wondered if she'd let me suckle her breast like an infant. It was a titillating idea to give me a hard on and Rachael caught it.
Rachael pulled the towel from my waist. Her hand rubbed my shaft as she kissed my neck. "Is this bringing bad memories, baby?" she asked, huskily. I responded by pinning her to the bed. I stared at her breasts for a moment. They were perfectly round and soft while her nipples were red and erect, begging to be sucked. I let my tongue play with her sensitive nipples then I began to suck from her right then went to the left. Rachael moaned in desire as I played with her breasts a little longer. I could feel her wetness against my groin, her heat begging me to enter.
Feeling myself becoming eager with anticipation I kissed her lips and forced myself inside her. The bed began to shake as the sex got rougher. She spread her legs wider, her hands gripping my ass, in this position she was so tight and I was so deep I couldn't resist a climax. In a matter of moment we both came together.
As we lie on the bed, Rachael kissed me deeply, "You are such a wonderful lover," she said dreamily. As she rested on my shoulder I caught a glimpse of my semen leaking from her leg. We haven't been wearing protection at all during sex. Before I was able to think deeper of the consequences sleep took me by force. I don't remember much of my dream but I remember being in a jail cell with a pink crib. The crib was prepared nicely for a little girl but there was no baby, at least not yet. On the head of the board was the name of my future daughter: Tiffany.