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Warnings(4 this chapter): CHILD ABUSE, NON-CONSENSUAL SEX (RAPE), INCEST, and other nastiness.
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Past Truths Relived In the Present
{Chapter 2}
Taking a desperately quick glance from the corner of his rich brown eyes, the blonde sadly watched as darkness slowly descended upon the Beatles household through the dingy, old curtains displayed over his living room window. He could barely make out the dead lawn in front of his house, or the neighbors' perfectly manicured houses through the small slit in the fabric, but he knew it was coming. Could feel it deep within his bones.
The small child unconsciously scrunched up his face into a grimace and yelped in pain as another swift, hard smack graced his already bloody, red stained knuckles. '26...' He silently added to his ever-growing count of hits.
"Pay attention boy!" The incessant snarl of his mother purred hungrily into the child's' ear.
"Y...y...e...e...s...s...s...mum." Wallabee whispered though his tears and once again began the horrific song much to his mothers' growing excitement.
Sniffing once or twice to the beat of the notes as to not bring anymore damage upon himself, the Australian boy stared blankly ahead at his dreaded sheets of music. He blinked rapidly every once in awhile as a fresh batch of tears continued to descend down his rosy cheeks and blur his sight.
"Good boy." The women smiled wantonly at the sleek, pale form of her son as his nimble, yet lovely bruised fingers danced across the piano with such an elegant ease and grace.
"Such a good, handsome boy." Mrs. Beatle hummed happily as she lightly placed down her ruler on the piano top and gracefully stood up.
Placing her small hands upon her sons' shoulders, the women began to message and lightly kiss any exposed area of skin before roughly pulling her son away from the piano, with a surprised yelp, and dragging him to the floor.
"Mummy wants to play now hun." She whispered sultrily even as her hands gripped the bottom of his shirt and ripped it off his thin frame.
"Will you let mummy play luv?" The tinniest of caresses across his wet cheeks, and silky soft blonde hair shifted out of his angelic face.
"M..m...m...u...u....u...m...mm, NO!" Wallabee shook his head vigorously, tears overflowing his eyes, and body shaking with shock.
"Awe, but pet...you are to gorgeous for me not to." She laughed loudly in her sons terrified face before eagerly dispatching her child of his clothes.
He knew it was coming, could feel it in the very depths of his soul. It didn't make it any easier though. Knowing that the person who was suppose to love you, take care of you, cradle you when hurt, keep all the monsters away had suddenly become the worst monster of all.
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"What do we have here?" A heavily accented, deep voice questioned from the open doorway.
Mr. Beatles grinned at the sight of his naked wife covering his equally naked, crying, struggling son on the floor as she moved up and down on his tiny frame bucking wildly as if riding a horse.
Not at all surprised at her husbands' abrupt appearance or his stupidly invoked question as to what they were doing; the women merely raised a perfectly trimmed eyebrow and licked her lips seductively. Even with her attention slightly drawn her hands continued to play and scratch at her son's nipples while she lunged up and down on his small cock eliciting a glorious scream each thrust of her wiggling hips.
"Playing with the pet." She harshly nipped at Wallabee's earlobe, making the boy cry out and shiver ever so prettily that she did it again, and again.
"Want to play too luv." Her eyes danced insanely with fire as she gave her son one last bruising kiss to his lips and a shimming of her hips before pulling up and off her child, and making him stand infront of his father with legs spread wide apart, arms behind his back, and head bowed.
Mr. Beatles couldn't help but stare in surprised lust at the feast layed out right before him. His eyes glowed with a savage hunger as he watched his beautiful wife place the pretty doll of a son into a very open and submissive pose. He couldn't stop the needy moan from escaping, or the unconscious caress to his cloth cover cock by his hand as his wife danced infront of Wallabee for a few seconds, breasts bouncing delightfully, before she dropped heavily to the floor and pulled her now struggling boy to her and wickedly swallowing his flaccid prick in her warm mouth. She smiled triumphantly as she tasted herself on him making her self work faster and harder to make him cum.
"Noooooo......Mummy........Nooooooooo!" Wallabee wailed in ultimate terror again as the women he called mother continued to suck and lick at him with a humiliating eagerness.
His small, hurt hands tried to smack and hit the women off, going as fair as pulling her hair roughly before a strong grip stopped him. His legs were just as soon entangled and caught.
"Da?" The boy whimpered looking up at the tall man with a long river of tears and snot trailing down his red face.
"Hush pretty pet, it's time to play." He smiled lustfully before placing both the boys' wrists in one hand and began to trail his other hand up and down the boys' ass and sides.
"Yes, definitely time to play." Mr. Beatles laughed harshly before pulling the trembling boys' head to the side and roughly shoving his tongue into the smaller boys' mouth. Mrs. Beatles watched from her continuos sucking and chuckled as her husband began to eagerly thrust his cloth cover cock again her sons bare backside.
'Delicious.' She groaned giddily before putting her all back into bringing her son off.
To Be Continued...