He moaned and just held himself there, buried inside me, stretching me to impossible lengths. I couldn’t scream, couldn’t even breathe over the overwhelming pain. When he finally pulled out I gasped for air, body trying to scream but there was no waiting for him. He buried himself back inside me, slamming his pelvis against me. I pulled at the restraints until they dug into my skin; he grabbed a handful of hair and held my head down amateur as he savagely pounded into me. I closed my eyes as I tried to be anywhere but right there. I had once imagined a bed with rose petals and something more loving and gentle with someone I was madly in love with, and to lose it like this, I felt hollowed out, empty as he used my body to find his own release. I listened to his grunts, his words as he cursed me and ground my head japanese against the wooden spool when I wasn’t responding in a way to please him. When Clyde finally came I could feel the heat of him coating my insides and he just stood there, body propped up by him just holding my head into the wooden spool. I was motionless and numb now. When Clyde finally pulled away he laughed, he actually laughed. “Guess Georgie owes me 20 bucks, you were a virgin,” he announced. I could feel fluids draining from my body, down my leg onto the floor of the barn but I didn’t move; I didn’t speak. Clyde stood off to the side and just stared down at me. Blood stained the crotch of his jeans and I closed my eyes against the image. I’d honestly thought I could come away from this without losing my virginity, I could have convinced him somehow, could have escaped somehow. Now I wasn’t sure about anything, Clyde had raped me, Georgie had stopped Clyde from killing me and Christopher had twice tried to talk Clyde out of punishing me. I wasn’t sure how long I lay there as he simply stared at me. I was awoken from my dazed state when I felt Clyde undo the cuffs but I simply dangled there, feeling drained of strength and emotion. Lifting me up Clyde wrapped me in a horse blanket and carried me into the house. Cane was in the middle of chasing his sister around the table when we entered; he froze at the sight and watched as Clyde carried me down the hall and towards the bathroom. He sat me down on the counter while he prepared a hot bath. The tub was giant iron claw foot tub that was larger on one side as to allow more than one person to bathe at the same time. The claws and faucet were brass colored and I simply watched him test the water, add some bath salts and started to strip himself. I looked away, disgusted at cumshot the sight of him covered in my blood; he unfolded the horse blanket and helped me into the tub first before sliding in behind me. When the tub was almost to the point of overflowing he shut the water off. The hot water stung all my open wounds as though they were being rubbed with salt. He pulled me back to lean against his chest and I didn’t fight him; didn’t matter how hot the water was, I was still cold. He picked up a washcloth that had been hanging over the side of the tub and began to wash me. His touch was gentle now as he washed the dirt and blood from my body. He started with my hands and arms, working his way down to my chest. He tried to soothe me as he washed up the damage he’d done in the barn. I whimpered at the pain but didn’t utter a word. I didn’t trust myself to say anything anymore. When we were both clean, he dried and dressed me into an odd pair of underwear and another handmade dress. By the time he finished brushing my hair a bell went off and Clyde smiled. “Dinner Skye. Let’s not have a repeat of lunch?” I shook my head as he led me to the table. The blood was gone; no trace to say it had ever even happened except for the large gauge in the wooden table. When I sat down I winched and stifled a moan, then I noticed I had no silverware, but I didn’t care, I wasn’t hungry. Christopher’s cheek was red and he glared at his plate asian as though he was trying to set in on fire with his hatred. Georgie was bouncing the baby ass on his knee and making raspberries on his cheek. The woman all obviously avoided looking at me but it was Mama who stared at me, with a cold steely eyed gaze. “Time for prayer,” she announced, holding out her hand. Each girls was given a communicator and instructed how to use them. “Thanks for taking the time to do this.” she stopped by my room and knocked. Much to the man’s chagrin. I froze for just an instant, but then I thought of course, kitties drink milk. “Oh my god Mum,” that was amazing Becky panted as she rolled off her mother and lay on the bed. I’m sure Jon will get me to publish them on my web pages as and when he’s read them and is happy with them. 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