The first thing Sandy sensed the next morning was drool running from her parted lips, making a wet spot on her pillow. She reached with a hand; her eyes still shut; and wiped it away. Then she struggled to even remember where she was, or the day, or what she should be doing. Rolling onto her back the dull pain that ran through her body brought her situation to the forefront.
She brushed her hair off her face, and then stared at the dilapidated ceiling above her. She was in her bed. She looked at her chest and for a moment couldn't recognize the garment that covered it; a flimsy nightie? Throbbing pain started to dominant her senses. This pulsing hurt came from her vagina and rectum. Then full measure of the yesterday registered in her mind. She put a hand over her eyes, but for now she didn't have any tears left.
She had been raped. First by a stranger. Her mother had called her home and then begged her to help in getting out of some undefined, but mortal, danger. "Help" meant letting "Paul" fuck her, right now she wasn't even sure how many times. Pictures from yesterday floated in her head. Of this man squatting over her and shoving his cock down her mouth, of him on the bed while, while...it was too much.
And her mother. First, she didn't even know where she went last night. But before that, in her bedroom. She wanted to hate her for getting her into this to begin with. But then she acted crazy. And the pain in her pussy was more from the fisting her mother gave her then the fucking from Paul. Her tender ass had two sources, however. She now remembered Paul sodomizing her on her mother's bed. And then Jeff.
Jeff was her stepdad. He came home last night, after Paul had finished with her Mom, Trish, and herself. Soon Trish had to leave. According to Jeff a car was waiting for her. Then Paul, in so many words, gave her to him. After Paul left, Jeff had sat down next to her, and here was the crazy part. While Sandy loved sex, the very thought of having with Jeff grossed her out. Sure she put up with his coming into the bathroom when she was in the tub, and his grabbing a feel. She knew plenty of girls that had it lots worst, including her friend Lucy. Though the police did nothing about it, she had been gang raped by her Dad and brothers.
And the truth was she knew she led Jeff on at times. When she got out of the bath on those times he had come in she would make sure her robe was barely tied. And at night on the couch she would be in a nightshirt and panties. But to fuck him?!
But when he was next to her she now remembered her actually begging for it. And it was the same with Paul. Now she remembered. She felt like she was being torn apart. She had never felt so turned on and frustrated at the same time. And the way her Mom acted! Something was wrong here.
She stopped and thought some more. Last night she actually thought her stepdad was going to be decent at the end. He let her go to bed. But right after she laid down he came into her room. He mauled her body for too long, and then raped her in her ass.
She looked at her clock. It was a little after ten. Jeff would be at work. She looked for her phone. Then she remembered leaving it in the living room. She got up and winced. She felt almost nauseous from the pain. She was just about to open the door when Jeff came in! She flew into a rage, pummeling him with her fists, and then ran past him, down the hall. But after only a few feet he grabbed her ankle and she fell face first onto the raggy carpet. She tried to get away from him but he pulled her back, and then turned her around. She scratched his arms, cursing him. But then his hand shot out and wrapped around her throat. She tried to break his grip but couldn't. He kneeled over her belly, tighten his grip.
"You done?"
Sandy made one more try at getting his hand off her throat. This only resulted in him applying even more force. Once more he asked her.
"You done Sandy? Or do you want me to throw you in the river."
More than one woman had ended up there over the last few years. And while Sandy for a moment though that death would be okay, she nodded. After a moment he took his hand off of her. She coughed a couple of times, and then just laid there, her arms crossed over her chest.
Jeff caught his breath. Then he reached down to move her arms. For a moment she resisted, but then he took one hand and raised it over her, palm open. With that she placed her arms at her side. Pausing Jeff looked down at Sandy, his stepdaughter. Her chest still was heaving from the fight. The nightie didn't hide a thing. Her tits, 36DD lay under the gauzy material. She watched him through half closed eyes. He reached down with both hands and ripped the sleeper right down the middle. He couldn't help and speak out loud.
"Fuck Sandy, you are hot!"
He had married her mother, Trish, when Sandy was six. Last night he almost didn't do her. But having such a hottie right here, well. He ran his hands over her breasts for a couple of minutes. Sandy squeezed her eyes shut and bite her lips. Then he stood up, which got her to open her eyes.
"You know Sandy; I was coming in to tell you breakfast was ready."
