Abi's making moves, and taking it like a champ as she finds herself... but what will she find?
* * *
Her feet were soaking wet and freezing from the mud as she pulled on her little brother and sister.
The smoke was rising over the horizon.
The Wehrmacht was coming.
Her mother and father had sent her with her siblings ahead to escape as they stayed behind to organize the village's evacuation. They didn't know how much time they'd have until the Germans arrived.
The road was muddy and treacherous; Miryam's dress was soaked with mud and felt heavy, pulling on her as she tried to move her charges onward.
"Miryam! Look!" Her little brother Jakob pointed to a cart coming up behind them. Sarah, the youngest of them all, hid behind them both as they watched a man and his wife, with a single horse drawn cart coming down the road.
As they got closer Miryam saw they were a middle aged couple, and they looked like gentiles.
The wife smiled warmly at them and said something to her husband as they approached. He grimaced and stopped the cart as Miryam pulled her siblings to the side of the road.
They both were short and stocky, it seemed, the wife with a rosy face and her husband a brooding scowl. They looked about as old as Miryam's parents.
The man leaned over to address them. "Children, eh?"
Miryam tried to stand tall, her siblings and the muck pulling on her.
"Please sir... could we ride on your cart?"
The gentile looked at Miryam and smiled too quickly. His eyes moved up and down her body, making her wish she could shrink into herself.
"You don't look like you have anything to pay for passage..."
"Please, my brother and sister, they're tired. They can't keep walking."
"You should help them, then."
She didn't like where this dialogue was going. Why didn't he just let them on the cart?
His wife scolded him. "No, Boris,
you
should help them! We have room in the wagon!"
Boris was unmoved. "She looks like the oldest, she should help her little brother and sister!"
His wife slapped him on the arm, but not too hard, Miryam saw. She was probably used to Boris' cantankerous ways after decades of marriage.
His wife said again, "Help them, Boris!"
He grunted and started to get down from his seat. Miryam sighed in relief.
"Come on, come on," Boris waved at her to follow him.
Miryam watched as he put down the hinged board at the back of the cart, which was stuffed with the couple's possessions, all clearly piled up in a hurry.
"No payment, eh?" Boris asked her, quieter than he'd been up front.
Miryam didn't have an answer for him.
"I can think of some payment," Boris said, as he started to undo his pants. Miryam could only watch horrified as he pulled himself out and started stroking in front of her.
His
thing
looked... different, fleshy. His grubby hand worked at it until she saw it begin to engorge, elongate.
Once it was substantially meaty enough, Boris grabbed her wrist and dragged her to his penis.
She took hold of it, the first one she'd ever touched, and it moved in her hand like an animal.
It reared up, stiffening, and its hood slid back revealing the normal end she'd caught glimpses of before.
This one was filthy, encrusted with a white cream. Miryam snatched her hand away in disgust and covered her mouth, but now her fingers smelled like... like rotten cheese.
She gagged, and looked at her brother and sister standing by the roadside.
They turned away.
Thank G-d, thank you little ones.
"Pah, stupid girl. Turn around then if you don't know what to do!"
Miryam obeyed and braced her hands on the back of the cart, grateful at least to put the awful thing out of her sight.
Why wasn't his wife saying anything?
Boris pulled her dress up and Miryam shivered as the cold air pricked her naked bottom.
She felt his hands grope and squeeze her butt. "Mmm, nice fat ass on you," he said, and then he was pulling her cheeks apart, and her
privates
were exposed!
She felt his dirty fingers poking her secret areas, brushing through her lips, dragging back past her slit and then to...
No!
She felt him tickling her rear opening.
The flush of arousal she'd felt when he touched her privates turned to cold fear as he smeared his fingertip around her anus, pushing and coaxing her ring to relent.
"Hehe," he chuckled, apparently satisfied with his results.
"She never lets me do this," Boris said, indicating his wife who was presumably still waiting patiently on the other end of the cart.
Suddenly his finger was gone and he was closer to her, and Miryam felt a stronger, larger pressure against her anus...
his thing!
He wasn't going to do her naturally. He was going up
there!
Was this how the Gentiles did it?
Miryam thought of that bitch Riva, just a couple years older than her, always teasing her about being a tightass.
Things only ever went
out
of there, and now this... this brute, this animal, was pushing his thick prod against it, pushing, pushing, like he knew she would break.
Just when she thought she couldn't take it any more, it got worse.
He broke through.
Her rear end surrendered, and she felt him stab inside her, filling her with a fiery pain, like the worst bowel movement she'd ever felt.
She cried out, and saw her siblings wince. They didn't turn around though.
Good.
He paused, then pushed further. Inch upon agonizing inch forced its way further into her rectum.
His hands were tight around her waist, pulling her down onto him. His hot breath was on her neck.
Her knees felt weak.
One he was buried in her to the hilt, he started bucking, thrusting, and the burning pain increased. She tried to shut it out, shut everything out except her beautiful siblings.
She was doing this for them.
"Ugh, ugh!" He cried out like some pathetic thing as he jerked and twitched inside her.
Miryam realized that he'd... finished, inside her. Like a man was supposed to do with his wife, except... in the wrong hole, and this was no sacred union.
He pulled out of her and she felt air
inside
her rectum, an emptiness that sealed almost immediately as her abused ring clamped shut as he retreated.
She stayed bent over the cart as Boris put his now even filthier penis away.
"Get them on, we must hurry," he told her.
He climbed back on the front of the cart without saying another word to Miryam or his wife.
Jakob and Sarah ran to the cart, clambering on board in silence.
Tears welled in Miryam's eyes as she gingerly climbed into the back of the cart after her siblings.
As the cart started down the road again, she felt Boris' issue leaking from her rear orifice, trickling down her thigh.
Every rough bump and jostle made her anal muscle twitch, and she felt like her ring was going to fail and disgorge all its contents if they hit one too many more potholes or stones hidden in the muck of the road.
Her siblings cuddled up to her. None of them said anything.
She'd saved them.
* * *
Abi awoke from this latest dream/memory with tears on her face and a wetness between her legs.
Despite the disturbing dream, in the days following her frat house facefuck gangbang, Abigail had felt pretty good. She felt lighter on her feet, her head was clearer, the winter sun even seemed a little brighter.
Even the dream itself hadn't been so bad, Abi reasoned. Even if the terrible dream had been true, it was all in the past.
She cared about the future, right now.
Rachel had seemingly officially unofficially moved out of their dorm. Wherever she was, Abi didn't care at the moment.
With Rachel gone, Abi was free to lounge around her dorm in the nude and masturbate, and in between goon sessions and putting off academic responsibilities she found the time to read through the rest of her mother's letter.
She was glad she did.
Her mother assumed she'd quickly master the necklace, and the power it granted her. Rachel's games had upset that apple cart, and Abi realized that she'd been wasting so much time even now, enjoying her newfound whoredom...
Because her mother's letter wasn't just an explanation, as her mother said, the latter pages would be a guide.
A guide to becoming what her mother called a
Daughter of Lilith.
Abi's eyes grew wide as she read on about rites, necessary exercises, the discipline required to harness the necklace and truly own herself.
But then... the letter ended, right in the middle of a sentence preceding the first guide her mother described. She was missing the rest of the letter!
Abi cursed Rachel for a whore and a killjoy. Her ex-friend must have stashed the letter in a rush, maybe separating some of the pages, either for some nefarious purpose or simple messiness.
Rachel had always been careless like that, losing homework or forgetting appointments, Abi thought somewhat unkindly. Rummaging through Rachel's desk didn't produce anything new.
She'd enjoyed her degradation, she realized now. She'd enjoyed being used. But she should be building on that.
She
