Chapter 7

I popped the mint in my mouth and walked slowly to the door. I dreaded this. I was probably going to have to sit and tell my family a bucket full of lies before I could go to bed.

I gathered my strength at the front door and went in, trying to act as normal as possible. My parents and Laura were in the living room watching television. Only Laura seemed concerned. I was nearly an hour late getting home but they weren't worried. I suppose they thought that I was safe in the home of a judge.

Dad started to turn off the show they were watching but I said, "That's okay. I'm exhausted. I'll tell you all about it in the morning. I just want to go to bed."

My parents seemed relieved. They weren't that interested in my life. They would prefer to watch their show than hear about my new job as a maid. Laura wasn't so easily put off. She got up and followed me to the kitchen. I got a glass of water and went upstairs.

We didn't speak. I saw in her eyes that she knew I was in pain. But she held her questions until we could get to my room. I let her precede me when we got to the stairs. I knew the stairs were going to be difficult for me. And they were. Every step was another little punch in the stomach.

I made it to the top without crying or crying out. We went to my room and I undressed and put my robe on. I told Laura that I had to take a quick shower. She nodded but she asked, "Are you alright? Do you need help?"

I sighed and with far more conviction than I felt I said, "I'll be fine."

I grabbed a pair of pajamas and went down the hall. I brushed my teeth while the water warmed up and then I took a quick shower. The hot water washed away the smell. But the pain and the horrible memories remained.

When I returned to my room Laura had turned down my bed and was sitting on the foot of my bed waiting impatiently. She helped me into bed. By the time I was lying down and covered up we were both crying quietly.

She turned off my light and carefully got in bed beside me. She insisted on hearing what had happened to me. I had been dreading this moment. I didn't want her to hear this story and I wasn't looking forward to the argument we were going to have.

Finally I said, "I can't talk about it Laura. I don't want to think about it. It wasn't pleasant. Let's just leave it at that."

The next few minutes were a battle of wills. I won. But only because I was exhausted and despite every horrible thing that had happened to me I fell asleep in her comforting arms.

I was asleep before nine-thirty. I didn't wake up until almost nine the next morning. I slept for nearly twelve hours! Better yet, I didn't remember having any nightmares! That might be due to the fact that my life is a nightmare now.

I got up carefully but I discovered that I had recovered much more quickly that I did after my first rape. I was still sore. And I would be worried about any possible damage until after I went to the bathroom and discovered that everything still worked as it was supposed to. But it looked like I was going to be able to perform my odious duties again today.

At least I was physically able. I wasn't so certain my mind could handle it.

I went to the bathroom and inserted another of those magical suppositories. I returned to my room and dressed in a t-shirt and shorts and went downstairs. My father was outside working in the yard. Mom was cleaning house. I heard the washing machine so I assumed that Laura was doing her laundry.

I poured some juice and tried to decide if I wanted to eat anything. My throat was a little sore. But it didn't hurt so much that I couldn't eat. My stomach was still tender and so was my pussy. The part of my anatomy that I was most worried about, though, seemed to be recovering surprisingly well. It didn't hurt when I sat or walked. I decided to have some of my mother's bran cereal and see how things worked out.

Mom came into the kitchen and joined me at the table. She was curious about my breakfast choice. Laura and I both disliked her cereal and she knew it. She asked if she could make me something and I told her I wasn't very hungry. I just wanted a little cereal.

She asked me about my new job. I described the judge's house and his wife and his staff. I didn't mention that most of the people there were either rapists or women held there against their will. That might have upset her.

I told her that I had spent most of the day working with Susan, learning how to do things the way that they needed to be done there. I assured her that they had been very nice to me and had fed me well.

I was as vague as I could possibly be and that seemed to suit her just fine.

Laura came down while we were talking and heard the story I told mom. She didn't say a word until mom got up to return to her vacuuming. We watched mom leave the room and when she could talk, Laura said, "I started washing your clothes. I found your underwear from last night but the thigh highs are missing. I couldn't find the underwear you wore to court on Monday either. Were they as fucked up as the ones you wore yesterday?"

When I didn't answer she lost her calm demeanor and whispered loudly, "Jesus, Lindsey! I almost threw up when I saw your underwear! You could start a new civilization with all the cum in your panties. God! That stuff stinks! And what the hell was that grease?!"

I was getting a little tired of dealing with her concerns. It wasn't that I was upset that she cared. I was touched, especially since she was the only one that cared. But I knew she was asking questions to which she would be better off not hearing the answers and I was still much too mentally and physically exhausted to parry with her.

But she wouldn't let it go. So I explained about the grease in my underwear and that got her foot in her door. After that it all came out. We finished the conversation in my bedroom. It quickly became a very emotional conversation that we could not chance my mother or father interrupting.

While I horrified Laura with a sanitized version of what happened to me yesterday I was getting my clothing ready for today. It was almost time to start getting dressed.

When Laura realized what I was doing she yelled so loud that I was afraid mom would hear her. "NO!! Stop it! You can't go back there! Are you out of your mind?!"

Maybe I was. But there was no question in my mind that I had to go back there. Not going wasn't even an option. I turned to tell her that I had no choice, that I would return today and six days a week for two months.

I saw her getting up and heading for the door. She said with quiet determination, "I'm telling mom. You can't keep doing this."

I caught her before she reached my door and blocked her path. She growled in frustration and demanded, "Get out of my way!"

I put my arms around her and said, "You can't say anything to them. Hell, they probably don't care as long as your legal troubles disappear. But if I don't go back there we both go to jail, or worse yet you will join me out there. He is a cruel and vindictive man and I have learned things about him that scare the fuck out of me. The things that I have told you, the things that he is doing to me, those are just the tip of the iceberg. He can destroy us and he will if I don't do what he wants. He has already done all of the worst things that he can do to me. If you don't keep your mouth shut he will probably end up doing all of those same things to you, before he destroys our entire family."

"I know you are horrified. I know that you want to help. I wish that you could. But you can't. There is no help for me now. Laura, I'm begging you. Don't make things worse. This is one time that you can't tell mommy and she will make everything better. I got us into this mess. I'm going to have to get us out."

It seemed like I just got out of bed. But it was already time to start getting ready for another long day of rape and humiliation. I hugged Laura and said, "Thanks for helping out with the laundry. Now quit playing around with my dirty underwear you pervert! That's nasty!"

She didn't think that was funny. I thought she was would leave me alone then. But she went back to my bed and sat down. We talked quietly while I got dressed. She asked a few embarrassing questions but I kept avoiding the subject and asking her about what she was doing all day without me to annoy.

I was dressed in time to have a sandwich or something for lunch. But I still wasn't hungry. We went downstairs and mom surprised us with some grilled cheese hot from the oven. I managed to eat half of one. But I gave the other half to Laura.

Mom tried to act like everything was normal. But she was still uncomfortable around me. That made me uncomfortable. I began to wish that I hadn't said anything about the way they've treated me all of my life. It only made things worse for Laura. And since I got all of that off of my chest I hardly saw dad. He stayed away, from me at least. I'd have to ask Laura what things were like when I wasn't around.

I got up and went to watch out the living room window for Aaron. He was very prompt. He pulled into the driveway at the exact time he was supposed to pick me up. I waved goodbye to Laura and went out and got in the Lincoln.

As he was backing out of the driveway I noticed that his cock was sticking up out of his pants. That's a hard thing to miss.

As soon as he started down my street he said, "Let's see if you can get me off before we get back to the house."

It was beginning already! Fuck!!

I didn't even look around to see if any of my neighbors were watching. I'm pretty certain that he didn't care whether or not anyone saw me going down on him.

I started sucking his cock. He had settled for a normal blowjob last night and I assumed that he would be satisfied with that today. But before we even reached the end of my street he slapped the back of my head and exclaimed, "What the hell is that?! I know you can do better than that! I took it easy on you last night because you had a rough day and I'm a nice guy. But this is bullshit! Quit fucking around and do it right."

Unfortunately, I knew what he wanted. I tried taking it into my throat the way I had been forced to yesterday. It wouldn't go! I remembered vividly that I had been forced to do it last night. But no matter how hard I tried it just wouldn't enter my throat.

Aaron finally got tired of waiting and in a voice that made it obvious how stupid he thought I was he said, "Get up on your knees you dumb cunt! Shit! You'll never get it down your throat at that angle! I swear! It's a wonder there isn't someone running after you to remind you to breathe!"

I got to my knees on the seat. He may not think much of what I had done so far. But something had made his cock hard. I took it back into my mouth and started the struggle again. I was getting worried. Failing to please these cruel men never worked out well for me.

But he had a simple solution. On my next attempt he slammed his hand into the back of my head and pressed down hard until the head of his cock was forced straight down my throat.

It hurt like hell! But we weren't doing this for my enjoyment. Mindful of the time constraints I started working furiously on his cock, trying to get him to cum before we got to the Porter's house. He had to help me again on the next stroke, if you can call what he did help. But I started to get the hang of it.

After a few minutes of sliding my mouth all the way up and down his hard cock he said, "Use your fingers to tease my balls while you suck my cock, bitch. I like that."

I slid a hand up between his legs and began to tickle his hairy balls while I stabbed myself in the throat with his cock. It didn't seem to be working and I was starting to get frantic. But just before we arrived he pulled off the road and grabbed my left breast. He squeezed with all of his might, or at least it felt like it to me.

I screamed around his cock but I didn't try to pull away. I was too afraid of him. He grabbed the back of my head and thrust his hips up and I felt his cock throbbing in my throat. I heard him moan in pleasure while I remained there, unable to move and struggling to get enough air to remain conscious.

It seemed to take him a long time to cum. But he finally released my head and I sat up gasping for air. He ignored me and put his cock back in his pants. He reached into the ashtray and handed me a mint. He chuckled and said, "Just in case anyone wants to kiss your slutty, cocksucking mouth when we get there."

I sat back in my seat, sucking on the mint and trying not to think, not to worry about how bad the rest of the day was going to be. He had pulled over less than a mile from the gate. I was still sucking on the mint when we pulled up to the front door.

He took me back to that same room he had taken me to yesterday. This time both of the Porter's were just finishing up their lunch. The judge glanced at me and started to turn away. But then he turned back and indicated with a curt hand movement that he wanted me to lift my skirt.

I was surprised when I realized that even after everything that had happened between us I was still embarrassed about doing that. But I quickly raised my skirt so that he could see my thigh highs and my plain, pink briefs.

He twirled his finger, indicating that he wanted me to turn around. The moment I complied he turned away as if I didn't exist. He got to his feet and told his wife that he had a couple of hours work to do and invited her to have a little fun with me. She grinned and watched him go to his home office.

She turned to me then and asked if I had recovered from yesterday.

I shrugged and said, "Mostly. I'm still a little sore in places."

She put her napkin down and said, "Come with me."

I followed her out to the backyard. She stopped at the edge of the patio and looked around until she spotted the man who was in charge of the boys doing the yard work.

She waved to him and then we waited while he called to the boys. They all stopped what they were doing and put their tools down.

I didn't know what was going on. But I had a bad feeling about this.

We waited in silence for the man and his crew of six boys to join us on the deck. When they finally made it to the deck I noticed that the supervisor was smiling but the boys looked nervous. They were afraid of Mrs. Porter, too.

Mrs. Porter turned to the boys and asked, "Besides Kevin, do any of you boys know this girl?"

The boys looked me over. The two seniors I had recognized yesterday both said that they didn't know me but they had seen me around the school. Another boy I didn't recognize nodded his head and said, "Yes ma'am. That's Lindsey. She goes to my school."

The other two boys both shook their heads and one of them said, "We go across town to Bingham High."

Mrs. Potter smiled and said, "You boys look like you could use a break. You've been working hard and you have been doing a good job out here in this heat. To show you how much the judge and I appreciate it we thought you might enjoy having Lindsey to play with for a while. You can do anything you want to her. But don't get too rough. There are still a lot of people in the house that haven't had a chance to fuck her yet today."

The boys looked at her, at me, and then at their supervisor. They seemed to think that this was some kind of a joke. I wish that it was. Even though I suspected that this was what she had in mind, when I heard the words come from her mouth I thought I was going to be sick.

It seemed to finally start to sink in that they were going to get laid. I heard them snickering. I saw them elbowing each other and making crude comments, but quietly, so as not to offend Mrs. Porter.