From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Easter Lily   
   by bobandcarole   
                                 Chapter 1: Easter's Family   
      
         "Your turn now, Easter," the rapist (oops, the therapist) prompted   
   her.  "Tell the group why you're here."   
      
         The woman looked around the room at the other people in the group   
   'therapy' session, wondering why it was supposed to be good for her to   
   pour out her life experiences to a bunch of untrained and unprepared   
   idiots selected for the sole criterion of being pretty close to lunatics   
   themselves.  "I'm supposed to talk about the sexual abuse that I endured   
   when I was a little girl."  She waited for any response.  One man off in   
   the darkened corner stopped scratching his neck and raised his head, but   
   nobody else gave any sign that she'd spoken at all.   
      
         The rapist (oops again) urged her to continue.  She took a deep   
   breath and began her story.  Nobody interrupted her at all.  They all   
   sat and looked completely bored, except for the man in the corner, who   
   never looked away.  She thought it strange that he paid attention now,   
   as she'd never seen him show any interest in anyone else's tear-jerking   
   stories of being unable to get the wine stains out of an expensive shirt   
   or having a slave-driver for a boss who made her type something over if   
   she made more than ten mistakes in it.  Yet he hung on her every word.   
      
         "From the age of four until about eleven," she complained, "I doubt   
   I had one single uninterrupted night of sleep without someone coming   
   into my bedroom and taking his pleasure.  I had three older brothers,   
   who were 10, 11, and 12 when I turned four.  At first they just made me   
   undress in front of them, but within two years, they were systematically   
   humiliating me and torturing me in every conceivable manner.  Often they   
   raped me repeatedly, all three of them in the same night.  I spent many   
   nights on the floor, tied naked between my toybox and my little sister's   
   playpen.  This was before I was seven years old."   
      
         "My uncle was always nice to me, when I was little.  He would hold   
   me on his lap and hug me, and read me stories.  But when I told him all   
   about the things my brothers did to me, and made me do, he changed.  He   
   started doing the same things they did, and worse.  I never told anyone   
   else after that."   
      
         "Once when my mother went to a movie, she left me with my uncle.  I   
   was glad to be away from my brothers, at first.  But later I was wishing   
   I was away from my uncle.  I was named Easter Lily because I was born on   
   Easter, and this happened right after Easter, a couple weeks after my   
   sixth birthday.  I was wearing my prettiest Easter dress, and new white   
   shoes and frilly socks, with everything matching, you know, lacy slip   
   and lacy panties and all.  I had a white ribbon in my hair, tied into a   
   cute bow on the side.  I have to admit, I was a very pretty girl then.   
   Everyone said so, anyway.  My uncle told me how beautiful I was, as soon   
   as my mother went away.  He took me in his arms, like he always did, to   
   kiss me.  Only this time, when he lowered me back down, he didn't lower   
   my dress and slip back down with me.  He held onto them, and began   
   pulling them over my head.  I was very surprised, and didn't know what   
   to do at first.  But before he got them past my face, I began struggling   
   and pulling them back down."   
      
         "At that, he pulled me further into the house, and dragged me up   
   the stairs and into his bedroom, by my dress.  I started to cry, but he   
   didn't pay any attention.  I held my dress around me as he lifted me up   
   and threw me onto his bed.  He pushed me down on my back and yanked, and   
   my new Easter dress ripped down the front, with only the hems holding   
   together.  He took a better grip on my slip and easily ripped it aside   
   also, showing my bare tummy and panties."   
      
         "I started screaming, but no one heard me, or else everyone ignored   
   me.  I realized he was so much stronger than the boys that I didn't have   
   a chance of struggling against him, even if there was only one of him   
   instead of the usual three boys.  He twisted my arm behind me and began   
   working my panties down.  Believe me, I was screaming for all I was   
   worth."   
      
         "I kept screaming and struggling all the while he was ripping my   
   dress and slip to shreds.  He pulled out some small ties and tied my   
   ankles together and my wrists together behind my back.  He stuffed my   
   panties into my mouth and tied them there with more rope.  I was laying   
   on the bed, face down, almost naked except for my socks and shoes and   
   the ropes."   
      
         "Just then the phone rang and my uncle put it on the speaker phone.   
   I guess he wanted his hands free so he could rip off the last pieces of   
   my dress and slip, around my shoulders, while he talked.  It was Mamma   
   checking on me.  He told her that I had ripped my dress climbing in the   
   tree in the backyard.  She said to spank me for it, and he promised he   
   would.  Then he said I wanted to stay overnight, and it was ok with him.   
   I hoped she would say no, but she didn't, it let her spend more time   
   with her boyfriend.  That was the beginning of the worst night in my   
   life up to then, even worse than with my brothers, because he was so   
   much bigger.  And I don't mean his height, either."   
      
         "All this time I had a little sister, only two years younger than I   
   was.  She had curly red hair, where mine was long and wavy blond.  The   
   boys never raped her as far as I know, only made her undress in front of   
   them and let them tie her up, until she was six years old.  She's named   
   April May because she was born in late April.  If she had been born a   
   week later, she would have been named May April.  So her sixth birthday   
   was about a month after my eighth birthday.  By that time, April and I   
   always slept together in the same bed.  When the boys would come into my   
   bedroom to rape me at night, they would pull me out of bed and take me   
   to their bedroom to rape me, so my crying wouldn't wake up April."   
      
         "On her sixth birthday, we traded places in the bed because she   
   wanted to and I didn't see any reason not to.  She was asleep, but I was   
   still awake, waiting for the first of my brothers to come get me.  When   
   he came in, I could see he was already naked, and ready to rape me.  He   
   stood over April and pulled the covers down to her knees.  We were both   
   wearing pink nightgowns with panties underneath.  He lifted her nightgown   
   up and laid it by her shoulders.  I watched through squinted eyes as he   
   slowly slid her panties down, without waking her up."   
      
         "I was pretending to be asleep.  I was afraid of what he was going   
   to do to April, but at the same time I was glad he wasn't doing anything   
   to me.  He pulled the covers all the way off her, and pulled her panties   
   all the way past her feet and felt her bottom.  He must have known she   
      
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