Fucking Fridays

The pain in my belly was deep inside. It had been two years since my surgery and even I, at sixteen, knew that I had not healed. Exploratory surgery. That's what the doctor's called it. In another post, I will tell you what it really was.

The pain is what started this though, so that is where I shall start too. It was like a knife constantly being shoved along my pelivic bone. The scar was red and thick, almost rope-like.

When I finally had the nerve to complain about it to my foster mother, she was appropriatly sympathetic. She called the doctor and made an appointment. I was a bit bummed out because of the timing. It was scheduled for Friday and that was the day that we were all going to spend the night at a friend's house. All 12 of us. Well, except me know. I was going to stay home and go to the doctor.

I went to the doctor. He took a needle and filled it with some kind of medication and then drug it along the scar, which, goes the entire length of my pelvic bone. The pain was worse, but not as bad as before. The doctor gave me some pain medication.

I took the medication. I was feeling very strange. It was like my head was whoorling and my limbs felt like lead. Everything seemed funny.

I slowly drug myself into the bedroom of my foster parents. Why not? The two of them were together, they watched over me, they took care of me right?

Wrong.

He told me to sit on the bed and I did. He sat behind me. He was messaging my tired shoulders. She offered me a drink. I know I should have refused, but I didn't. I took the drink and the alchohol combined with the pain killer made me even more groggy then I was before.

Somewhere in the back of my head, my mind told me that the tv was on. I slowly lifted my head and tried to focus my eyes on it. It was really hard because I have worn glasses since I was a little girl and for some reason, I no longer had them on. What I could make out was alot of bodies and the sound of moaning.

By the time I realized that it was a porn movie that was playing, it also hit me that his hands had left my back and were now sliding over my breasts. I tried to protest, but my lips and tongue seemed to be working against me and all that came out was a muttled groan.

I felt him pinch my nipples and then I felt her hands on me. I wanted to scream. I wanted to run. I was frozen in place. This couldn't be happening. She was my foster mother, he was my foster father, they were supposed to keep the evil away, not invite it in.

I tried to pull myself away but I literally could not. I was too weak from the cocktail I had been given that all I could do was lay against his fat belly and chest. The smell of him was making me sick to my stomach.

It was like I could only focus on one thing at a time. If I thought of the smell, I felt nothing, saw nothing. If I focused on their hands, I smelled nothing, heard nothing.

My pants were gone the next time I looked down. I felt confused. How did that happen? I dragged my eyes back up to the television and then back down in disbelief. Her fingers were probing at my pussy and to my horror I was wet.

I did not want this. I wanted them to stop, yet, my body responded. I felt the tears begin to well in my eyes and a small shudder passed through me.

He shifted and I was laying on the bed. He crawled down between my legs and began to lick me. I couldn't even feel that after a moment though because she crawled over the top of me and pressed herself down onto my mouth and ordered me to lick her. I had no choice. I was helpless.

I licked her as commanded. Now, mind you, I had experimented with girls before, but never had I been forced to and this was not a pleasent sensation for me. I wanted to bite down but I was afraid of what would happen if I did.

Luckily, it didn't take long for her to cum all over my face. I guess the thought of a helpless 16 year old girl licking her while her husband watched was just too much. She rolled off of me and he moved up my body and plunged his tongue into my mouth.

If I had to guess what it would taste like to lick a toilet, it would be that man's mouth. I struggled for air as he shoved himself into me. I couldn't even lift my hands up to fight him off. I layed there like a rag fucking doll and let him fuck me.

After he had cummed inside of me, he too rolled off of me and I could hear them talking to each other about how wonderful it was, how we would have to do that more often. Then he picked me up and carried me to my room.

I grew to fucking hate Fridays.

I told this particular story because over at Silent No More, there was a comment by H8You that he was ashamed at what happened to Angel at the hands of a man. I needed to tell people that it wasn't just men that do this. Evil is all around us. Men, women, even children can do evil things to others. It sickens me.

They say it is because of what happens to them as children that makes them this way. I say that is bullshit. I had a bad childhood, so did Angel, and lil-g, and a ton of others that I read regularly. It doesn't mean any of us abuse our children, or our spouses, or the people who are intrusted to us.

So I say to all of you who use this as an excuse, FUCK YOU. FUCK OFF. Admit that you are a sick fuck, or better yet, do the world a favor and fall off a really high fucking cliff. Leave those of us who can't defend ourselves, the innocent surviviors alone. Let us live our lives in peace. Cut your dicks off if you have to. Check yourselves into a mental hospital. Do something to keep yourselves from torturing us.

Please, stop making us hate ourselves.