Abby (2)

Abby (2)

It was about 2pm when I woke. Rosco was lying next to me, keeping guard I assumed as the back door was still open. I staggered upstairs making sure Rosco stayed in the lounge. By now I was fed up of constantly taking baths, and although every muscle in my body ached I settled for a long hot shower.

Half an hour later I was drinking hot coffee, this time dressed in the correct white dress. I looked out of the patio doors and could see that the rain had stopped some time ago. This of course brought up the prospect of me going outside and having to face Mr Robertson again, and I had no doubt whatsoever that he would be even more outrageous than he was before. It was only at this point that I realised he had never said a word to me, not even while he raped me in the laundry room. Why this should make me so angry I didn’t know, but angry I was. I stormed out the side door and as expected there he was with his cock in his hand, no longer hidden in his pants but on full show to anybody who wanted to see, which of course could only be me as the sides of our houses were only visible to each other.

I didn’t try to hide my body, what was the point? I just walked down the garden doing my very best to ignore him. I grabbed the dry washing and piled it into my arms making sure that it would block my view of him as I returned. I heard him laugh as I passed and with a huge effort I ignored him. He must stand there all day every day waiting for me to go out. What other reason was there for him to constantly be there.

I pulled the ironing board out and set about ironing the bedding. This of course gave me time to think about what had happened with Mr Robertson and just what I was going to do about it. In effect he had raped me. And now I was shutting myself in my own home afraid to go outside just because I knew he would be there, looking at me with his….huge erection in his hand, pointing at me, knowing me, thrusting into…. NO, I screamed to myself. I mustn’t do that. I can’t think about it like that. He raped me and I hated it. I would not shut myself alone in my own home. Afraid to go out because he would be there. I will be brave, I will face him with what he has done. I will demand an apology or I will call the police.

Satisfied that I had made the right decision I folded the last of the ironing and put it on the settee ready to make the bed later. With my new found strength I went to the side door, steadied myself and then threw it open.

“Oh hello my dear.” Mrs Robertson said. “I was just saying to Henry it’s about time we invited you in for a neighbourly cup of tea. Now seems as good a time as any if your free my dear.”

Totally taken aback I stammered, “er er er yes, er free.”

“Oh that’s good.” Mrs Robertson said all smiles. “Come in, sit down. Henry put the kettle on while I get changed. Just home from work dear. You don’t mind do you? I will only be five minutes, Henry will look after you.”

Before I could say anything she was gone and I was sitting in her kitchen with Henry. He stood at the sink drooling at me as he stretched out and flicked the electric kettle on. His hand went back inside his shorts and pulled out his erection, slowly he moved towards me. I was frozen to the seat but my eyes kept flicking from him to the door that Mrs Robertson had used. Henry just smiled as his foul smelling cock brushed my mouth, his hand went to my head and he forced his cock into my mouth. I tried to use my hands to push him away but they ignored my commands and just gripped his cock. I refused to even move but my mouth was sucking hard on that filthy rod and my head was thrusting hard against his stomach as I took his whole length down my throat.

Then he stepped back. I nearly fell off the chair with his sudden withdrawal and I almost cursed him angrily but at that moment Mrs Robertson walked into the kitchen. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as I turned away from her.

“You have to ignore Henry my dear.” Mrs Robertson said as she made the tea, “He is a shy man with strangers and never say’s very much. So how are you getting along with your new home? Your husband works abroad I hear.”

We must have chatted for over an hour about silly mundane things. All the while she sat with her back to Henry who still constantly had his erection out, waving it at me, smiling gleefully, drooling at me and making disgusting gestures. Finally I had enough

“Well I have to go and finish my laundry.” I said “Or I will be sleeping on the mattress tonight.”

“And I have to get dinner ready my dear but lets do this again. “ Mrs Robertson said, “And if you ever need any handy work done while your husband is away just call Henry. Fixing things is the only thing he is good at.”

I almost laughed out loud. She obviously had no idea how good he was with his….FUCK. I was doing it again. He is a rapist and don’t forget it.

“Yes Mrs Robertson, I will, thank you.” I replied, doing my very best to avoid looking at Henry

In a daze I made the bed and then sat in the armchair looking at myself in the bedroom mirror. What the hell had happened to me over the last few weeks? This was not me. I am not like this. Am I?

Ever since that night with daddy everything had changed. I now had a father who could fuck me whenever and however he wanted. A neighbour from hell who it seemed could use me anyway he wanted and a dog who owned me as his bitch whenever he wanted. And I didn’t seem to have the will or the want to stop any of them. God I needed someone I could talk to. But I don’t know anybody I could trust that much. In fact I didn’t know anybody. I truly was all alone.

RRRRRRRRRRRRing RRRRRRRRing. God that made me jump. It was the house phone.