ABBY WAS NEXT

Life seldom goes to plan, I had a good degree, well an 
excellent degree, a double first, unfortunately it was 
from a not so good university, so it only qualified as 
a reasonable to good degree in everyone else's eyes. 

I had planned to study hard at university, planned to 
get a good job in 'the city', planned to meet and marry 
a Banker or a Harley Street Doctor after graduation, 
spend ten years setting my career in train before I had 
my first child at thirty-one or thirty-two years old, a 
boy first followed two years later by a girl, I'd be 
earning enough to hire a professional nanny to manage 
the children. 

Well some things don't go exactly to plan; I met Mark 
during freshers week, he was two years ahead of me in 
school, I hadn't planned on falling in love at all, not 
until after I had graduated, but there was something 
about Mark!

I had gone to university in my hometown, to save money 
by living at home, and so that I could 'lean' on my 
mother to do everything for me while I put one hundred 
percent effort into my study. I did get the double 
first degree but Mark took up the time that I had 
planned to take extra courses, things like advanced 
business studies, I had planned to take the one year 
course over two years merged into my other studies but 
like I said, things don't go to plan.

Mark and I married within weeks of my graduation, he 
had been working hard for two years by then, he 
wouldn't ever be a top doctor or a city banker but he 
was a very hard worker and had managed to get a good 
job with excellent prospects, Mark didn't want to move 
to 'the city', he had moved from Devon to Nottingham 
and to him Nottingham was far too big and busy, he 
wouldn't be able to survive in the big city. 

We brought the best property we could afford, a one 
bed-roomed apartment in the Park Estate, overlooking 
the Castle, you know, Robin Hood and the Sheriff of 
Nottingham and all that, the price we paid for the 
apartment would have brought us a three bed-roomed Town 
house in Wollaton or a four bed-roomed detached house 
in West Bridgeford but the Park Estate, that was the 
best address in Nottingham, probably in the whole East 
Midlands.

If the plan had at least held up as far as progeny went 
we would have been OK, over stretched but OK, 
unfortunately Emma had other ideas, she popped into the 
world just eight months after the wedding, the 
apartment, although only a one bed-roomed apartment, 
was very large and little Emma wasn't too much of a 
problem for Mark and I to work around but when we 
realised that I was pregnant again when Emma was only 
six months old we knew we were in serious trouble. I 
hadn't even started back at work from having Emma and 
it was made very clear to me that I no longer had a 
career to go back too. 

As these things seem to be, we had to find a larger 
property just as the bottom fell out of the apartment 
market, everyone and his aunt was scrambling to get 
into houses. West Bridgeford was the absolute lowest of 
the low areas I would have thought of living in, 
unfortunately a two bed-roomed house there was about 
ten thousand above our price range, we ended up moving 
into a three bed-roomed town house in Bilborough, when 
we moved in I thought that we had moved into a third 
world country, weeks after the end of a civil war, I 
was so terrified that I never left the house after 
dark. 

Abby arrived soon after we moved into Bilborough and I 
settled down to being 'just a mum', not the high flying 
business woman that I had trained to be, two young 
children made even the thought of going out to work 
impossible, at least until after Abby had started 
school and even after that there was no way I would 
have got more than a part time job stacking shelves in 
the Co-op.

The worst thing about having two children when we 
weren't really financially secure enough to have them 
was blamed on me and Mark shied away from intimacy, he 
hated to use condoms but he wouldn't come anywhere near 
to me without one on and so the inevitable happened and 
we just stopped having sex all together.

Well now we come to the point of my writing this story, 
something happened and Peter thought that putting 
everything into words would help me to Come to terms 
with everything. It all started a long time before I 
was aware of anything going wrong, I had noticed that 
Emma was being more difficult since her thirteenth 
birthday, the very bad school that she went to was the 
reason I thought for her bad behaviour. 

The school was not one I chose for her, I think it was 
the education authority's way of punishing me for 
putting the top three schools in Nottingham on my list 
of preferred schools, well instead of Emma going to one 
of the top three she ended up at the worst school, a 
school that was put on special measures after failing 
an off-stead inspection and worse still her sister Abby 
followed her a year later.

Emma had become rebellious at home, and her grades were 
falling at school, not that it bothered her teachers 
one little bit. Mark had started fighting with her 
every day and that had come to blows on more than one 
occasion, she had threatened to call Child Line and 
report her father for hitting her. 

I decided that things were getting too heated between 
Mark and Emma and one time after Mark had hit her I 
asked him to try and control himself, that caused a 
fight between Mark and me which also came to blows only 
this time it was Mark hitting me and then he stormed 
off, it was strange but I thought I saw a look of 
pleasure on Emma's face as Abby came to my assistance 
and wiped the blood trickling down from the side of my 
mouth, "He's just frustrated!" Emma said as she went to 
her room.

The next day I walked with the girls up to their school 
on my way to work, Emma always hated it when I did that 
but Abby never seemed to mind, on that day I was asked 
to work a few hours longer, there had been a special 
offer on that had almost emptied the shelves over the 
weekend, my boss wanted me to work a full day but I had 
to leave at three-thirty or the girls would have been 
left in the street after school as neither of them had 
a key to the door. 

As I reached the gates of the school there was a 
torrent of teenagers spilling out on to the road, I 
noticed Abby walking down the steps from the main 
entrance, I also noticed that Emma was joining the 
river of teens from the rear of the school. I asked her 
why she hadn't come out of school through the normal 
exit and she told me that she had taken a short cut 
through the gym changing-room and out onto the sports 
field to avoid some girls in the passageways. 

I put two and two together and made twenty-two, I 
assumed that Emma's change in personality and her bad 
grades at school were due to bullying from other girls 
rather than anything that Emma was doing and it made me 
feel a little better about the situation.

When we reached home there was something out of place, 
I couldn't put my finger on it at first but the hallway 
looked a little bit tidier than usual, then it hit me, 
the coat-rack just inside the front door was different, 
only my coat and the girls, all of Mark's coats and 
jackets were missing, I was confused, it was a warm 
day, no one needed coats at all never mind two jackets 
and two top coats.

I walked into the living room, looking to see if there 
was anything else out of place, then I ran to my 
bedroom, Mark's wardrobe doors were both wide open and 
the space was totally empty, Mark had packed his bags 
and walked out while I was away at work, there wasn't 
even so much as a note from Mark to say what was 
happening. 

Abby appeared at my side and put her arm around me, 
then Emma's head appeared over my shoulder, we all 
stood looking at the empty wardrobe and tried to take 
it all in. Emma walked to her bedroom and I heard her 
say under her breath, "Thank god, now he'll probably 
get a fuck someplace and lose his frustrations!" I 
didn't say anything, I could have been mistaken in what 
I had heard, there was hardly any sound from Emma, it 
could have actually been my mind that turned her breath 
into words.

I had never been on my own before, I know technically I 
wasn't alone, I had two daughters in the house with me 
but there was no one to protect me, I had moved from my 
father's protection to Marks protection when I married 
him, I knew I was standing in my bedroom doorway crying 
but I didn't know if it was because Mark had gone or if 
it was fear and uncertainty now that Mark had gone. 

Abby tried her best to comfort me but I was 
inconsolable, it took me quite a while to calm down, I 
didn't want the girls to see me so upset but also I 
didn't want to be alone, I picked up the phone to call 
my father, I wanted to ask him if I could come back 
home, back to the safety of my bedroom, only I didn't 
have a bedroom anymore, my parents had moved into a 
bungalow to free up money to help with their pension. 

Before I knew it, it was time for bed, both girls had 
slipped off to bed un-noticed and now I was definitely 
afraid, I checked all the downstairs windows, even 
though they were screwed closed and there was no way 
they could open never mind be left open accidentally, I 
double bolted the back door and turned the key in the 
lock to prevent anyone using a key to unlock it. 

I knew exactly how bad the area was that we lived in, 
there was at least one burglary a week in the area 
surrounding our house and we had things stolen from out 
garden and locked shed many times, there wee no bolts 
on the front door to add protection there but there was 
a Yale lock as well as a mortise lock, I closed the 
latch on the Yale lock and again put the key in the 
mortise lock and turned it so that it couldn't be 
pushed out, I checked everything three times before I 
went to bed.

A week later I still had no contact from Mark, I had 
phoned his office only to be told that he had resigned 
and moved away, I assumed that he had returned to Devon 
but I didn't know for sure, money was running out and I 
had to change from part time working to full time, I 
had been forced to give both girls latch-keys to the 
front door even though I hated the fact that they would 
be totally alone and unprotected for almost three hours 
a day after school, even working full time I had no 
chance of keeping up with all the bills and had to go 
onto social security payments to keep my head above 
water. 

Each day I went through the ritual of checking that all 
the windows were closed securely and that the doors 
were locked and bolted, I had been sleeping very 
little, every creak of a floorboard or squeak of a door 
hinge had me out of bed to check the house thoroughly 
for signs of intruders. I heard a creak on the stairs 
and rushed from my bedroom, it was Emma, "For God's 
sake take a chill pill mum, I'm just going down for a 
drink of water!" 

Again I thought I heard some words under Emma's breath. 
It sounded like she had said "After a good fuck you 
might calm you down a little bit!" But I couldn't be 
sure I had heard correctly. 

I checked the clock in my bedroom, it was midnight, I 
had been in bed for two hours but hadn't been able to 
sleep a wink, it was funny, there was far more noise 
down stairs than usual but in my mind I knew that it 
was only Emma getting a drink of water. I fell asleep 
before Emma came back to bed, It didn't start out as a 
sound sleep, I managed to have a bad nightmare, a huge 
wasp was in my bedroom and even though I tried to fight 
it off it managed to sting me really badly on my arm 
but after a week of very poor sleep I finally fell into 
a deep, almost coma like sleep.

Something was wrong, very wrong, it was still dark, a 
hand was pressing down on my mouth, not just my mouth, 
the hand was so huge that it covered my whole face, my 
head was being pushed hard down into my pillow, I 
couldn't see a thing because of the dark and the 
fingers covering my eyes, "Keep quiet, you wouldn't 
want to wake that beautiful little Abigail and have her 
come in here and see you getting the fucking of your 
life would you?" 

I couldn't see the man forcing my head hard against my 
bed, I couldn't see him but I knew it was a him and I 
also knew that he was either African or Caribbean from 
his accent. It didn't register at that moment that he 
had only mentioned not waking Abbey; he hadn't included 
Emma in his comment. He reached above the bed and 
pulled the string that controlled the light, it hurt my 
eyes a little to be shocked into full brightness so 
suddenly and for some reason I had a pounding headache, 
"Are you going to keep Quiet?" 

I agreed by nodding my head, I didn't have a choice; I 
didn't want to risk my daughters being brought into 
danger. The hand was removed from my face, I was 
shocked to see that the guy was totally naked, my eye 
was drawn to his huge cock, it was the biggest thing I 
had ever seen between a man's legs, ant it seemed to 
have a sheen to it that made it look like he had 
already used it and recently too, he moved quickly to 
cover my body, it had been so long since I had sex that 
a normal sized man would have hurt me going in but this 
guy's monster cock literally tore my body open, I had 
to fight hard to stop screaming out in pain, he forced 
himself into me as deep as he could go.

I couldn't see but I guessed that he only had about 
half of his cock inside me and he was pushing as hard 
as he could to get further into me. "I get a lot 
further inside her!" That comment confused me until I 
realised that we weren't alone, as he pulled his 
monster cock from my body I noticed a movement, it was 
Emma, moving to get a better view of the man's coal 
black cock slipping from my body, Emma was totally 
naked, my eyes closed as he forced himself in again, 
harder than the first time, "Mind you it did take a 
dozen or more times and a lot of coke and other 
chemicals to open her up!" 

He tried to bury himself deeper into me, almost pushing 
my body through the mattress, then he started rapidly 
pounding into me, it still hurt but now it was mixed 
with the burgeoning climax that was starting to ripple 
through my body even though I felt repulsed by my 
bodies reaction to this man, I began gasping for breath 
and then the earth moved.

Emma moved fully into view now, it had been quite a few 
years since I had seen her naked, probably more than 
six years, she had larger breasts than I had imagined, 
when I was her age I had only half the size and shape 
that her breasts were now. 

I felt the warmth of the man's semen flooding through 
my body, he didn't appear to have a climax, there were 
no signs of heavy breathing that would have accompanied 
my husband's climax, not that I had heard that sound in 
a long time, or felt his seed flow through me. The 
heavy weight was removed from my body; he looked to be 
about eighteen stone (270 Lbs), then he patted Emma's 
belly as he stood over me, the last drips of his semen 
falling from the eye of his cock onto my thigh, "And if 
what this little girl tells me about you is true, you 
will probably have my little black bastard starting to 
grow inside you, just like she has!" 

I noticed that there was a little paunch under his 
patting hand, I had put it down to 'puppy fat' and 
dismissed it out of hand but now, with what he had said 
I realised that it was the first showing of a pregnant 
belly, "You did say that you thought your mum finished 
her period two weeks ago didn't you?" 

I saw Emma nod her head in agreement; she had planned 
everything, set up the whole situation, set me up, then 
I watched as she bent forward and took his softening 
cock in her hand and started to stroke it, then bent 
further forward and started to lick the string of cum 
joining his cock to my thigh, then she slipped the head 
of his cock into her mouth and started to suck 
instantly reversing the softening that had started to 
deflate his cock, she could only just get the head of 
his cock into her mouth and as he grew hard again even 
that much was difficult for her. 

I had been married to her father for almost fourteen 
years and had never dreamed of doing anything so 
disgusting to him, I watched as the guy's cock grew to 
full strength again, he grabbed Emma by her shoulder 
and lifted her from the bed easily, she was fighting 
desperately to keep his cock head in her mouth but he 
pulled her from him as easily as if she had been a rag 
doll.

I suddenly came to my senses and tried to get off my 
bed, there was a flash of black and a stinging pain 
across my cheek as the back of his hand made lightening 
fast contact with my face, he pushed me back onto my 
back and manoeuvred Emma so that she was kneeling 
between my thighs, he pushed her face down into my 
pussy mound and told her to clean me up, Emma licked 
greedily between my legs, eating every trace of his 
juice that her tong could reach.

I watched as the black man moved into position behind 
her, he slipped easily inside her tiny body, he managed 
without force of any kind to bury full length into her 
tiny body, he fucked her in just a few movements and 
then pulled back out again, again it didn't seem like 
he had actually climaxed but as he turned my daughter 
through one-hundred and eighty degrees so that her 
knees were either side of my body and I was looking 
directly into her wide open fanny, there was a 'water 
fall' of black man's cum flowing from her pussy onto my 
breasts.

Then he pushed her bottom down causing her pussy to 
swing towards my face, "Now clean her like she has just 
cleaned you white bitch," he pushed her body from side 
to side rubbing her dripping pussy against my mouth. 
"Lick her out or I'll have to give you something to 
remind you just who is in charge round here from now 
on!" 

I licked.

I had never tasted a mans semen before and certainly 
never even been tempted to taste another woman's pussy, 
the mixture of the man's foul and salty cream and my 
tender daughter's sweet pussy causing confusion on my 
taste buds and even more confusion inside my head, not 
that the confusion was hard as my head seemed to be 
full of cotton wool.

"I've been good haven't I?" Emma said in a begging 
tone, "Please Leroy, please!" I had never heard Emma 
talking so submissively since we had moved into the 
rough area, she had almost instantly hardened after her 
first day at school, now I was shocked to see her 
almost going on to her knees to beg for something, and 
now I guess the name of my rapist was Leroy.

I watched as he mulled something over in his head, then 
he said, "OK baby girl, I'm not sure how valuable this 
old trout is going to be to me but I guess that having 
access to little Abigail when she wakes up will be 
worth a little trip!" Leroy then opened a black leather 
valise; the kind doctors would have carried in the 
'fifties'. 

I noticed a large quantity of sterile packed syringes 
in the top try of his bag and then, under a good 
collection of pharmaceutical products, he took out a 
dirty old spoon and tipped a measure of white powder 
into the spoons bowl and used a lighter to heat up the 
powder until it turned into a thick liquid. I watched 
as Emma held one end of a rubber tube in her teeth as 
she tied it in a tourniquet around her upper arm, she 
turned her arm outwards so that the back of her elbow 
joint was on offer to Leroy, as Leroy drew the liquid 
into a syringe iv noticed around twenty small marks, 
some old and scabbed over but one or two looked very 
fresh. 

Leroy stabbed the point of the syringe into the 
standing vein on Emma's arm, drew a little of her blood 
back into the body of the syringe and then he jabbed 
the plunger and emptied the content into her body. I 
watched as the light in Emma's eyes started to dim and 
she said, as she slipped to the floor, "See I told you 
you'd calm down after a good fucking!" And then she was 
slumped on the floor with saliva dribbling out of the 
corner of her mouth.

I looked at my arm where the wasp stung me in my dream, 
the hole was quite large and the blood hadn't quite 
dried into a scab, I watched as Leroy tipped a little 
more powder into the blackened spoon bowl and repeat 
the process of heating with his lighter, then he took 
the length of rubber that Emma had used to inflate her 
vein, he wrapped the tube around my arm and I began to 
fight him off, he hit me again, "That's how you got all 
the damage to your vein last time you silly bitch, you 
don't want to be conscious for the next couple of hours 
I can assure you!" 

The syringe hit my arm and Leroy fired the contents of 
the syringe into my arm without testing to see if he 
was in the vein correctly. As the room started to dim 
out and all the colours in the room started to swirl 
into a kaleidoscope of colours, it seemed to take me a 
lot longer to slide to the floor than it had taken Emma 
and all the time I could hear Abby screaming, crying 
and begging for someone to help her and make it stop!!

I hope that you have enjoyed this fantasy story, I need 
to hear from readers to find out what they want me to 
write about in the future, this kind of story or maybe 
something more like my past stories.