Chapter 27

Donna’s fingers reached for the bottom of her shirt to stop the pain and keep her mother from carrying through with her threat. One of her mother’s hands released her hair as several strands were yanked out. Her hand moved to yank up on the hem to hurry her along and felt knuckle brush pussy and bush hard without slowing. Her mother’s eyes moved to her tits as the shirt was released and reached out for one of her tits.

She pinched the nipple hard enough to make her cry out as more tears ran down her cheeks. Her other hand was free of her hair with more strands torn away and felt her other nipple get pinched hard. Donna’s face was covered, but knew her mother wouldn’t hesitate to bring more harm.

Donna tried to recall what was about to happen as the hands of her younger self pulled the shirt off her body leaving her as naked as her mother. The memory remain blocked and no key would fit the door. Her younger self was terrified of her mother as she felt her nipples released and hair yanked again.

Her mother’s tone remained dark and commanding. “Get on your fucking knees, Donna. You don’t and it’s your clit that’s going to get pinched.”

She lowered herself and felt the toiled to her right and wall to her left. Hard tile bit into her knees as her mother continued to hold her hair hard, but without causing pain. Her eyes were held so she could only see the trimmed bush of black on pale flesh before her. Donna started to close her eyes, but a hard yank kept them open. Pussy, sweat and old piss could be smelled, which made the more pleasant scents of her mother far too distant to notice.

Her mother parted her legs and was pulled to her pussy and felt the trimmed hairs on the bridge of her nose. The right key was found and the door to her hidden past began to open. A memory of what happened flooded into her mind without reaching her younger self.

The voice became darker as the words flowed with danger touching the commanding sounds. “Stick your fucking tongue out, Donna.”

Donna tried to fight for her younger self, but nothing she wanted to move would move. She search for her brother and father to seek out help, but she was alone with the dark thing. The harder she tried to fight, the more helpless she felt.

Fingers tightened against her, which forced her tongue to leave her mouth. The taste of sweat and old piss was strong as she somehow managed to keep from gagging. Donna tried to comfort her younger self as she continued to fight, since it would soon be over. Her mother had made a mistake keeping the door open, and she used it flee to her bedroom and jamb a chair under the knob. She didn’t know it at the time, but the chair wasn’t needed. Her mother never followed or tried anything like that ever again.