Sister Sorrow

A Sister's Sorrow.

I wrote this when the world turned its back on the women in Afghanistan! I was so angry, a rage consumed me but it was an impotent gut-wrenching emotion. I had no money, no army to send to their rescue! In its place I invented a protector, a saviour and in my fertile imagination I saw her flashing in and out amongst the rabid creatures that hide behind the words of some deity that could not possibly exist and destroy them, one by one.

Enjoy but please remember what is happening in a part of the world that has become a forlorn graveyard for those that have done nothing wrong but have simply been born with the ability to bring forth life.

It was, for September, far too fucking hot! Not even the fired up air-conditioner was doing much to relieve the unseasonable heat and humidity. I knew that by the afternoon the black clouds would roll in and more than likely a huge storm would hit. I was already trembling in my boots. I hated storms. I hated them because they made me afraid. Even more than being afraid things came out of storms that haunted me with their after images when the lightning lit up the black sky and their voices boomed in my head as the thunder rumbled through the thick clouds.

My mother said I was insane and imagining it but Dad had known. He would hold me tight and tell me that he wouldn't let them come and claim me. He would stop them touching his little princess and I would snuggle deep into his wide muscular chest with my eyes closed tightly and hold my hands over my ears to stop them talking to me.

He had died protecting me. Oh, they tried to tell me that it was not my fault. Even tried to tell me that it could have happened at any time. They were wrong. They weren't there when the brightly flaring and angry demon struck him down with its wickedly sharp and curved blade. They didn't see it thrust it through Daddy's back and stab it into his heart. They didn't hear the voices telling me that now that he was gone that they would possess my body and fuck me until I became theirs forever. I was 13 and just beginning to realise that I was a woman and that a man like my father could be mine with just a glimpse of long leg, the hint of roundness of my swelling breasts or the flicker of a tongue over my full parted lips.

However, that was the rumbling voices of the storms telling me how wicked I could have been. I was not like that. I was shy. I was innocent. My Daddy never saw any part of his precious princess that anyone, including my brothers, could not have seen at any time when I walked to school or as I was now, cleaning my own home.

At 26 I was still single. I was a school teacher and, still very much a virgin. I had kissed men but each time some of them wanted to go any further I would shut them down. They had tried to cup my full breasts, slide their thigh between my long legs and press my pussy against their legs but I wanted nothing to do with them. I would push away. Sometimes I laughed and we pretended it was just a bit of horseplay but other times they saw in my eyes the anger that they caused. Many of them never tried it a second time.

Why was I so protective of my body? I wanted only to give it up to the man I loved without conditions. One that I was totally happy to be me and have no masks, no barriers and definitely no thoughts that they would ever leave me. Daddy was that man but he was taken from me before I could even tell him that I loved him like no daughter should. When I had stared into his eyes when the demon killed him I think he understood. His eyes had twinkled and he had smiled at me before the light died and he sagged limply against me in the darkness of my bedroom floor where we had been hiding.

When I was finally found by my brothers, my mother had run off with another woman after her third son was born, they had had to get the doctors to give me a relaxant to get my fingers to release his hands from mine and to unlock my legs from around his thigh. I had been placed in a care facility for nearly a month until a psychiatrist had decided that I was recovered enough to go home.

Home, unfortunately, was where I least wanted to go. I was the oldest child and somehow that meant that I had to look after my siblings. Three boys with the oldest one 5 years younger than me. I wasn't even that cheered that I would not be going back to my old home but to my father's parents' home some 500 kilometres to the North West and ten thousand kilometres from anyone that might have given a damn about me!

Daddy's ghost came to see me as I lay in his old bed. My Grandfather had kindly asked me if that was okay as he showed me the room. I had nodded woodenly and then told him that it would be the safest place for me. He didn't understand but he did leave me in peace to unpack my belongings and let me explore a piece of the history of the only man I had ever loved.

I could sense the storm. It was a long way away but I could hear the voices. They were murmuring in my head. My hand was creeping down the length of my nightie and underneath to advance on my soft cotton panties. I had just about found the soft elastic side of them with the tips of my fingers in preparation for my hot digits to begin rubbing my wet pussy lips when Daddy kissed me on the forehead and told me to stop.

"They want me to, Daddy," I whispered. "They want me to touch myself and give them the opening they need to take me."

"Not tonight, not ever, Princess," he said with a small chuckle as he snuggled down into the blankets with me and turned me over to face him. He slid his leg up and protected my pussy, the same as he always did and held my little hands in one of his big ones and pressed it to his chest. I lay my head against his warm hand and kissed the back of his knuckles as his other arm reached around my back and pulled me in tight. I felt his big warm hand drop down a little and open wide to protect my little bottom.

The storm hit full force in the middle of the night but I did not hear it nor see it. I lay in the safety of my Daddy and nothing the dancing sky demons with their swords and their spears could do would harm me. I was safe.

I thrived in the country town and grew curves, bigger tits, rounded arse and my dark hair rippled down my back like waves falling over a waterfall. I got taller until I could see eye to eye with my 6 foot tall grandfather. Not that Granddad and I saw eye to eye on anything. He wanted me to go out with the local boys and girls to parties and to have fun. I wanted to stay home and study my books and feel the presence of my father in his old bed.

He wanted me to stop foolishly considering my education and consider whom I might like to marry and have a family with. On that he and his wife were adamant. They even threatened to stop paying for my books and uniforms until something very frightening happened to them one night and the subject of my forgetting school and looking for a man to marry was never broached again.

Grandma wouldn't talk about it much but Granddad told me that it was the most frightening thing he had ever experienced. They had been driving back from some shindig in town. I had been left alone to sit my brothers and around midnight I heard the voices calling. They were telling me to let them in. That they would prepare me for my life of marriage and mothering of children. All I had to do was to take the candle from the mantelpiece and lie down on the floor in front of the fire and let my pussy take it all the way until the holder pressed against my flaps. I was mesmerised by the flickering light of the candle that I had only just lit to give the room some light because the storm had caused the power to fail somewhere back towards town.

I was on my back and watching the flame getting closer to the light curly hair on my pussy when suddenly it hissed out and the candle went flying across the room. My Daddy was holding me in his arms and my pussy was crushed against his thigh as his arms wrapped around me and hands held my arse and his lips sealed mine with a kiss that simply sucked the breath from me.

I could feel his anger and his rage that they should fill my head with such base desires. "She is not some slut for you to simply use like a puppet!" he screamed into the night sky. I do not know how I was carried by him but I could not feel the rain nor chilling wind as he held me tight. Suddenly my grandparents' car was coming through the storm and my father lashed out at it. It seem like he had the webs of spiders in his hands. They glowed and pulsed with energy as he wrapped them around the car and forced it to stop. He pulled the doors open and my Grandmother screamed as she was pulled from the car and her clothes torn asunder. Her naked body was flung over the bonnet of the car and my father howled to the sky to use this slut instead.

Lightning hit her in the arse. She screamed as she was lifted into the air and turned over so that she was spread like some sort of starfish. More lightning hit her pussy and her mouth. Suddenly huge cocks, like the ones I saw on the horses in the stables, were fucking her. In and out of her arse and pussy. I stared, frightened and yet at the same time my body felt alive and hot, as the cocks fucked her before her mouth opened wide as if to scream but she never got the chance as the bright white cock drove deep into her mouth.

They fucked her for what seemed like hours as Granddad stood beside the car door and watched his wife buck and twist in their invisible grip. I saw the cocks pull out of her and her skin was covered in a spray of white and yellow sparks as if the gigantic cocks spurted semen all over her. Granddad was not spared then. I watched as he fell to the ground on all fours and his trousers ripped from his waist. A huge phallus plunged into his arsehole but even as he opened his mouth to roar out his agony another filled his gaping maw.

"Is this what you want her to be? Playthings for the demons that terrify her and torment her in the guise of the storms that no natural being has caused? To take her innocence and use it for eternity to turn her into a slavering slut that lives only because she craves the cocks of demons! She is a princess and deserves your love and her support! If you give her to these foul beings all mankind will be lost and it will be your fault, Mother!" he roared at her over the noise of fucking, lightning and thunder. My Grandmother's face turned into the hideous snarling features of some devil spawned gargoyle for a split second before my father released his webs and the two naked bodies thumped to the earth in front of the spotlights of the stalled vehicle. The storm vanished as if it had never been. I awoke safe and warm in my bed.

After that night my Grandparents never pressured me to leave school. I was able to go out to a few parties and I had some fun but I never kissed anyone, never held hands with anyone and never let anyone get too close to me. I became known as untouchable. However, I was still liked. It was just that everyone knew I could not stand to be touched. Even the teachers realised it and they would refrain from putting a hand on my shoulder in encouragement or even offering to shake my hand in congratulations.

The longer it went on the safer and calmer I felt. I could walk through a wall of students and not one of them would touch me as I weaved my way through them and they would respectfully smile and step aside for me. Finally I graduated and I decided that I wanted to become teacher. I applied for university and was accepted in my old hometown. I did not even look back as I left and found myself an apartment not far from campus and began living my life on my own.

But I wasn't really on my own. I could feel him all around me. Like a familiar jacket around my shoulders now. His arms would cuddle me and his big hands rest easy on my arse and protect my rear. His thigh, warm and tight against my pussy and my tits pressed firmly into his chest. My mouth close to his and when I was very frightened I would let my lips seal with his so that no sound of panic or my whimpering would escape. I became totally enclosed in his shell of protection and I would feel myself mentally curl up and become like a sleepy puppy safe in his embrace. It was how I imagined I slept in my comfortably big bed.

It had been thirteen years since Daddy had died in my arms and I was drunk. I hadn't intended to get that way but one thought led to another and I found myself sipping some very nice wine I had been introduced to by a friend. I sat on my balcony high above the street and watched the storm off in the distance. This storm was different. There were no voices trying to get into my mind. No images of huge cocks plundering my body and giving me so much pleasure that I could not even think. No hissing sounds of the creatures in the night skies telling me that I would have them all and that my children would run rampant over the world and bring others like me into their beds. No vision of the throne I would sit up on with the cock of my glorious master deep in my arse as his hands cupped and tortured my huge nipples that sprayed milk down upon the spawn that lay prostrate and jerking their cocks for me, their Queen, in joy at the vision of my cunt splitting like an overripe peach and spewing forth more of their brethren.

This time the visions were softer. My Daddy holding me tightly in his arms as he kissed my lips and told me that he loved me. My body, hot and sweating, as I rubbed my big tits over his chest and begged him to chew my nipples. My arse rippling in his firm grip and opening to allow his thick fingers to penetrate that spot that rarely saw daylight. My cunt was dripping and I rubbed it gently against the firm muscle in his thigh that he tensed as I let my hips slide back and forth.

"Daddy, oh my God, Daddy!" I called softly as my body hummed and something inside me burned for him to kiss me and finally take me as his.

"Are you sure, baby?" he asked softly as I lay naked beneath him and the garden all around us glowed with some undefined but warm light that showed me his body in all of its glorious detail. From his ruggedly handsome face, with his bright deep brown eyes and slightly pouting lips. His thick neck muscles and his strong arms as they braced his body just above my heaving tits. Down I looked, across his flat stomach and down to the rampant cock that stood proudly out from his groin. He was huge, the head of his cock a dark purple plum and the glans glistening with his fluids. The shaft veined and the muscle throbbing with his heartbeat. I knew if I reached down to hold him his heat would be hot enough to burn my fingers. Below that hung the balls of a bull and I grinned up at him and asked if he would let them drain their life-giving fluids into my willing body.

His cock nestled between the saturated flaps of my pussy and indeed I felt as if it would burn me as it began to open and stretch my virgin entrance. I groaned low in my stomach as he continued to fill me and my legs spread wide and then came up over his hips as he paused and slid back and forth in little increments to aid the stretching of my opening. Finally I felt his balls rest between the cheeks of my arse.

"Why have you waited so long?" I asked him as I delighted in the feel of his firm body against the swollen nub of my clit. I ground up against him and almost passed out in the feelings of bliss that rippled through me and caused my gut to tense and my eyes to close.

"Because you had to remember me properly, my love. I am not your father. I am your shield as well as your lance. I could not simply take you as your enemies would have. I would have been no better than they, sweet Athena," he whispered as his body moved with mine towards the ultimate conclusion of such an act of love.

His seed spilt into me even as my pussy crushed his heated spear inside me and sucked hard to draw his essence deeper.

He did not resist me as my cunt became greedier and drew him deeper inside me until nothing remained of the male essence that had protected me for years beyond counting. I rose from my bed and hefted the shield on my left arm and stood the lance, golden and sharp, beside me in my right hand.

The world needed me to protect it again and to banish those that were seeking to destroy her and her daughters. I set my helmet towards those that were persecuting my daughters and grinned as total destruction of them became my new goal. I would bring freedom and education to my people and those that did not bow and change before me would find themselves joining those that had already travelled the river Styx and would not return to see the light of my recharged world.