How could this happen to me part 3

It had been nearly an hour since Debbie’s blackmailing abusers had left and she was still in the foetal position. She knew she had to pull herself together for the sake of her son and later her husband.
Mrs Wilson pulled herself to her feet with the support of the sofa, wincing with pain if she moved awkwardly.

Her bum cheeks and anus felt intensely painful as she hobbled naked and very slowly to the foot of the stairs.
Very gingerly she started her accent. She was careful to bring both feet on the same step as she shuffled up one step at a time.
Five minutes later and she was at the top and headed for the bathroom.

Debbie cleaned her teeth three times then ran the bath as hot as she could bare, added some lotions and carefully got in.
She completely submerged herself for as long as she was able to hold her breath, then with just her head showing let the hot water soothe her battered body.

As Debbie’s body responded to the hot bath water her mind was in turmoil , she was unable to stop the images of the past two days ordeal replaying over and over.
Mrs Wilson started to sob again and asked no one in particular. “How could this happen to me “.

She recalled the amount of times the bastards had ejeculated into her unprotected vagina, they even tormented about getting her pregnant .
Debbie knew that she didn’t believe in abortion, thanks mostly to the catholic girls school she had attended, the mainly nun teachers filling their heads with a life in hell for such sins.

Mrs Wilson could be regarded as a lapsed catholic, hardly ever going to church since leaving school. How would she explain a pregnancy to her husband.
He would demand to know who the father was, what possible explanation could she come up with that would allow their marriage to continue.

Debbie hoped that she wouldn’t get pregnant, she would go and see her new doctor on Monday and go on the pill.
If only she knew it would be a futile gesture, her fertile body had produced an egg that was breached by one of Tony’s sperm in the early hours of this morning, its cells were dividing inside her womb already.

An hour had past and still her mind was racing as she tried to make sense of it all.
Debbie’s life had always been happy and reasonably uncomplicated, she was popular and never bullied at school. Throughout her life she only had to flash her beautiful smile and people warmed to her.
Debbie thought about her friends and family she had left behind and the happy social life she had enjoyed so much.

They had no option but to relocate, if Martin had lost his job they would have lost their house and most of the other good things they had worked so hard for.
Again Debbie cursed their bloody forced relocation, none of this would have happened back in lovely Shropshire, again the tears flowed.
Debbie felt like she could have filled the bath with the amount of tears those bastards had caused her to spill.

Mrs Wilson became aware how cold she was and her skin was all wrinkled, she knew she had to make the effort to get dressed and hide any evidence of her ordeal. She would have to put on a brave face and front it out as best she could until she could figure a way of resolving the nightmare situation she had found herself in.

Debbie slowly exited the bath tub and found she could move a little easier, once dry she managed to squeeze half a tube of savlon up her painful rectum, once in, the cold cream was really soothing.

Debbie dressed in a loose tee shirt with no bra, luckily they had not paid much attention to her breasts or nipples but they were still a little sore from the previous days rough treatment.
A pair of loose cotton panties and yoga bottoms completed the most comfortable and practical outfit she could think of.
Luckily Debbie’s natural beauty meant she didn’t need to wear makeup if she didn’t want to and she was certainly in no mood to apply any now.

Back downstairs Debbie cleaned away the evidence of the sexual assault, although some stains on the sofa would always be a reminder.
She removed the dvd disc and set about destroying it with a large pair of strong scissors, hiding the remains at the bottom of the rubbish bin.
Knowing they could make many more copies filled her with dread.
Debbie deleted the video nasty from her phone and checked the time.
She just had time for a cup of strong coffee before Brian would return from school and a semblance of normal family life could continue until Monday when she would have to face her nightmare again.

Debbie heard the front door open and Brian shout out. “Hi mum”.

“Hi love, i’m in the kitchen “. Answered Debbie in need of a loved ones company.
Her happiness was short lived as she saw Dave and Tony following her son into the kitchen.

“Hi Mrs Wilson, lovely to see you again, it’s always nice to see your happy smiling face”. Dave greeted her smiling.

“You look as beautiful as ever Mrs Wilson”. Added a grinning Tony.

Poor Debbie knew she had to pretend to be friendly otherwise Brian would wonder what was up. “Hello boys, would you like a drink?”.

“Not for me mum i’m fine”. Said Brian.
“I’m fine too Mrs Wilson”. Said Tony.
“Would love a coffee, thank you Mrs Wilson”. Grinned Dave. “You two play the first game, i’ll come up and play the winner after i’ve had my coffee “. Added Dave winking at Tony.

Debbie felt like she’d been kicked in the stomach as she watched her son and Tony leave the kitchen and head upstairs. She hobbled towards the kettle praying Dave only wanted a coffee like he asked for.

“You look like you’ve got a bit of back door trouble going on there dirty Debora”. Mocked Dave.
He followed her to the kettle and turned her around to face him saying. “I think we’re good enough friends to greet each other with a kiss now, don’t you?”.

Debbie knew this nightmare was not going to end anytime soon. “Please don’t, not with my son upstairs, i’m begging you, come back Monday when i’m alone like you said earlier, please “.

“I’m feeling horny now, you must remember what teenage hormones are like. Now kiss me like you mean it and i won’t have to text Brian”. Demanded Dave.

Debbie knew resistance was futile and offered her lips to Dave, she kissed him as passionately as she could, afraid of the consequences if she didn’t satisfy him. As their tongues intertwined she felt Dave’s hands slide up under her top until he found her bra less tits.

Dave broke the kiss telling her. ” Who’s a bra less slut then, are you sure you wasn’t hoping we’d come back with Brian so you could get more cock. You smell nice and fresh too, not like the sweaty well fucked whore we left earlier. Now arms up, let’s lose the top”.

Debbie lifted her arms and let Dave remove her tee shirt, she was terrified her son could walk in and find her naked, having sex with Dave.
Dave resumed kissing her while playing with her tits, he tweaked her nipples firmly but not in the horrible way they had treated them yesterday as she remembered the film and how sore they were afterwards.
Debbie thought how horny she would be if it was her husband treating her like this.