Stormstayed
Copyright© 2003 by silverpirate
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - He saves her life in a blizzard, and hears a terrible story.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Rape Rough
She was talking softly, so quietly I almost didn't hear her;
"My folks were both killed when I was about thirteen, and I didn't reallly have any place to go, since the rent was up on our place. The only person who had showed up at the funeral was my Uncle Clyde, probably hoping to inherit at least my Dad's truck, or something. But since they had been in it when an eighteen-wheeler had broadsided them, it was a write-off. He wasn't really my uncle anyway, just a hunting buddy of my Dad's, and I didn't really like him very much. But I had absolutely no place to go, so when he offered me to come stay at his place, I really didn't figure I had much choice.
It turns out he just needed a slave to look after him and his retarded son, Bucky, who was about eight at the time. His wife had run off a few years ago, and that was the last time the place had been cleaned, so it was literally a pig-sty. I tried to stay out of his way as much as possible, especially when he was drinking. He really was a disgusting slob when he got to drinking, and that seemed to get more and more often.
Then when I was between fourteen and fifteen, I started getting my period, and my titties started getting bigger. And he started following me all around with his eyes, all the time. He raped me for the first time on my fifteenth birthday. My birthday present, he said. Some birthday present. He was really rough, and I bled for two days, and cried for a long time.
After a few weeks it didn't hurt as much when he raped me, but it never felt good. He is really fat and heavy, and smells bad, and he almost made me sick. But I couldn't see any way out of it, so I just had to put up with it.
This went on for about five years like this, scrubbing and cleaning up after him and his drunken friends and his mean little half-wit son, making meals and doing laundry and getting raped about two or three times a week.
Then one day, about three years ago, I met this nice boy at the general store when I went in for supplies. He was really nice, and I started sneaking out to see him whenever I could. He showed me that sex could be really fun. Really something special between two people who loved each other.