This is not a rape story, however a rape does occur early on. If that subject offends or upsets you, please pass this by.
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Tilly woke up in a bed she wasn't familiar with. Her head was splitting, her ass was on fire, her pussy was sore and swollen, there was fluid leaking out of her pussy and her ass. She had a horrible taste in her mouth, there was something crusty all over her face and in her hair.
As she sat up Lucille was walking out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. "get in the shower, get dressed and come to the kitchen. Your clothes are in this bathroom."
"What happened to me last night?"
"You tried to fuck every guy at the party, that's what happened."
"No I didn't, I was raped."
"Not quite sweet cheeks, we have you on video begging for the next cock. In the kitchen, 20 minutes."
As Tilly stood in the shower trying to let the hot water nurse her wounds, she could only remember bits and pieces of the evening. She'd come home from her job at the local custard stand to a house party. It wasn't unusual, Tom and Lucille partied like this about once a month. Lots of booze and pot, typically 5 to 8 couples beside Tom and Lucille. In the past she would let them know she was home and go to her room.
Last night was different, they'd offered her a hit on the bong, to celebrate her 18th birthday 4 days ago. It didn't take long before one hit became several, one beer turned into more, and she was loopy as hell. She remembered being carried to the master bedroom, her clothes removed and having an orgasm, before hearing Lucille tell someone, "Okay, she's ready to be fucked." Why me Tilly thought. I'm skinny, have nothing for tits, no ass, no waist, I'm just a bean pole with this horrible red hair.
From there on it was a blur, obviously she'd been fucked by more than one guy, and who knows how many times each. Tilly dressed and went to the kitchen, was told to sit and Lucille started.
"In case you're thinking of causing troubles take a look at this video." It showed Tilly being fucked in every position imaginable, asking to be buttfucked, asking to have cum shot down her throat, begging for the next cock.
"There were no date rape drugs, it was you Tilly, with too much pot and liquor in your system, happy birthday honey, now that you're 18, you're a consenting adult. Being 18 also means we won't be getting any more money for foster care. We know you'll start getting money from your trust fund this month, so here's what's going to happen. You're going to give us the $563 we've been getting from social services every month, or your ass is out of here."
Tears filled Tilly's eyes, not only had she been raped, she was now being extorted. She ask how soon she'd have to leave, the answer was, "Your suitcase of clothes is at the front door, don't let it hit you in the ass."
"Clothes, what about my other stuff?"
"You didn't buy that stuff, we did, you're leaving with what you came with, your clothes."
Tom stood up, "let's go bitch", tears streamed down Tilly's face as she walked down the sidewalk. Where would she go, where would she stay? The only place she knew to go was the custard stand. It was raining so Tilly huddled under the front door overhang. The day manager showed up, taking Tilly inside and listening to her story. Alice told her she could stay at her house the weekend, then she'd take her to the court house to see her case worker on Monday. The case worker wasn't any help, she was 18 and off his roster. He did give her the name and address of the lawyer handling her trust fund, it was only 4 blocks away.
The lawyer knew of an aunt who lived in Michigan, he would contact her to see if she would take Tilly in. He also got Tilly over to the bank where her first check was deposited. She would have $800 a month as a subsidy until she was 21 at which time the remaining amount would be hers. If she chose to go on to school prior to her 21st birthday, all expenses for education purposes would come out of that fund as well. The bank issued her a debit card and transferred the money she had in savings from her part time job, into the debit account. Tilly's money couldn't be touched by anyone else.
Back at the lawyers she was told that her aunt Claudia would take her in, she was an older gal, but it was somewhere to live. Tilly took out $100 cash, got the address and was on a Greyhound bus the next morning for a two day ride to Michigan. On the bus there was plenty of time to think. She had been with Tom and Lucille since she was 13, they had always been good to her, what had happened? They'd had little kids before, but it broke their hearts to let them go, they thought a foster teen might work out. For five years it did. As she thought back she could remember more than one occasion when she'd seen older teen girls leaving, or in bed with Tom & Lucille the morning after their party. A couple she'd recognized as girls who had graduated a few years ahead of her. Tilly didn't think much of it, they were all over 18, maybe Lucille was bi and they liked getting it on with young girls.
All the signs were there, she should have known, she should have not taken that first hit, or the glass of wine. Too late now, four days later she was still so sore it was hard to sit, and her ass hurt so much she almost couldn't have a bowel movement. Traverse City was on the upper west side of Michigan, on the Michigan lake side. Her aunt met her at the bus station, grabbed her meager belongings and went home. Tilly was shown her bedroom with it's own bath, where towels and other linens were kept, how to run the washer and dryer, and finally the kitchen. Tilly addressed her as Aunt Claudia, Claudia stopped her, "Only person ever called me Claudia was my dearly departed mom, everybody else knows me as Claude."
Claude listened to Tilly's tale of woe. Told Tilly she thought she could a job at the grocery store as a checker, there had been help wanted signs when she shopped earlier. Tilly was hired right away, with what she made at the store she paid Claude $200 a month for food and utilities. With winter approaching Claude suggested they look at finding a car for Tilly. At the local Ford dealer Claude found a 5 year old Taurus that had just been traded in by widow McClaren, less than 40,000 miles on it. Claude bought it, letting Tilly pay her $250 a month with no interest.
Then the other shoe dropped, Tilly was pregnant, about three months along. There wasn't a problem with morning sickness at first, but it was obvious to Claude something was amiss. She'd seen pregnant before, and this girl had the glow.
Claude took it all in stride, telling Tilly not to worry, she was a mother of four and she'd help her get through it. Tilly worked right up until two weeks before the birth date, having a little girl ten days later. Suddenly that skinny girl with no tits had tits full of milk for her baby girl, her bean pole figure had matured, she now had baby hips and a little bit of an ass. In a few months time, she'd gone from a AA cup to a B cup, she knew it wouldn't last beyond nursing, but she liked it for the time being.
Tilly stayed at home with her daughter Sally for a year, thinking it might be time to get back to work. Claude said they were looking for another checker at the Ace Hardware where Claude worked, Tilly applied and was hired right away. Claude knew which daycare to put Sally in, together she and Tilly set up a schedule for drop off and pick up of Sally. Claude loved that little girl and doted over her constantly, while at the same time teaching Tilly how to be a mommy.
Tilly noticed a difference in Claude lately, smiling more, kind of perky, almost giddy at times. Tilly thought "if I didn't know better I'd say she's getting laid." Claude was only 61, certainly not to old for a tumble or two in the hay. She had a little flab on her ass, (who doesn't at 61) but her tits still stuck out instead of hanging down to her navel. Tilly smiled, the broad was getting her riggin pranged, who'd a thunk?
Tilly's suspicion was confirmed a week later. Sally had a slight fever, Tilly was called to pick her up. Thinking Claude had gone grocery shopping she walked quietly into the house trying not to wake Sally. Going down the bedroom hallway she heard the grunts and groans, smiling to herself. Then she heard Claude say loudly, "harder Bert, I love how you buttfuck me."
Tilly slipped into her room gasping and snickering at the same time. "Oh my gosh, Claudia is taking it up the ass and enjoying it." After recalling how much she hurt after her ordeal she couldn't imagine why anyone would doing it willingly. Claude saw Tilly's car as Bert was leaving, she wondered, "hmmm, how long has she been home?"
Supper was quiet that evening, Claude broke the silence. "What time did you get home today?"
"About 2, Sally had a fever so I needed to get her and bring her home."
"Uh huh, anything unusual when you got here?"
