Innocence Enslaved part 5: Learning to cope (part 1 of chapter 2)

*Please note this is an introduction to chapter 2, and deals with the psychological state of both Emily and her father rather than being full of action, with much of the dirty stuff being limited to their thoughts of what already happened*
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Innocence Enslaved part 5: Learning to cope

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The two boys couldn’t believe their luck. If Jakes brother hadn’t given them
bottle of whiskey they would have stayed home playing PlayStation and skipped the party completely. They figured it would be boring simply because of the loser who was hosting it, and if they had known of even one other party nearby they wouldn’t be at this one at all.

Now they were in the master bedroom, standing awkwardly on either side of the king sized bed as the cutest girl in school lifted her top up over her head and threw it to the side. Even in a bra, her firm young C-cup tits were one of the best things the boys had ever seen. She had always been shy, turning down any boy who made advances and spending all her time at gymnastics or studying.

They had no idea why she had suggested they go to the bedroom, but they weren’t about to question it.

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Emily looked at the two boys and smiled what she hoped was a seductive smile. In truth she had no idea what she was doing; two weeks ago she had never even kissed a boy. Then she’d been abducted, tied down with her face obscured, gang raped by her own unknowing father and so many others, and had barely left the house since.

Now she sat on the bed, running her hands up her pale, firm young body and through her thick red hair, part of her hoping these boys would make a move while another part screamed silently for her to stop. She reached out to the nearest boy, grabbing his belt buckle and pulling him forward onto the bed.

The boys finally got the idea and started to unbuckle their pants, and the young girl felt a pang of fear. What would they do to her? Part of her didn’t want to find out. She had spent days in bed crying, thankful that her blissfully ignorant father had been so busy at work. She’d had nightmares and wet dreams, she’d woken up sweaty with terror and moist with lust. She knew she couldn’t blame her father. He would never hurt her, and it wouldn’t have happened had he known. But as the days had passed she had become increasingly aroused. She’d told herself it was an aftereffect of the drugs she had been given, but it had only gotten stronger. She had found herself looking online for the most depraved incest and rape porn she could find, and battled in her own mind. Was she broken? Was she sick? She was still herself. Her conscious mind didn’t want to relive that horrible night, and she knew these desires were wrong. But her subconscious betrayed her at every opportunity, and she had finally decided she would get it out of her system at a party. She would do it consensually, with some cute boys her own age, like she had heard the slutty girls talking about at school.

“Fuck Emily, you’re so hot” said Jake, the tall one, as she self consciously squeezed her tits together, forcing them to strain at the cups of her bra. He reached out to squeeze her, and she leaned back as Chris began to fumble with her jeans.

The two boys were nice, popular and good looking, but there was something wrong about this, and the voice of reason inside her head was getting louder, while the usually lustful voice in the background had receded entirely. This went completely against her nature; no matter what she had experienced, she was a shy, quiet introvert at heart. This simply wasn’t her. Tears began to well in her eyes, and she fought to keep them back.

Chris managed to get a hand down her pants, his fingers scrabbling pointlessly against her thighs in the tight jeans, and she willed herself to keep going. She lifted her hips to let him get a better angle as Jake kissed her softly on the lips. She reached a hand down, slipping it into his boxers to wrap her delicate fingers around his cock.

Her first thought was disgust as she gripped his fleshy stump. She hadn’t been ready to touch one two weeks ago, and forcing herself to do so now filled her with fear and revulsion. To top it all off, she felt a pang of something else in the back of her mind. She was struck with disappointment that his cock felt so different to that of her father, and the thought made her feel sick.

She pulled her hand back.

“I’m sorry” she sobbed, turning her head to the side “I can’t do this”

The boys stopped, sitting up and exchanging puzzled looks as she began to cry. In this instant she imagined them shouting, tearing her clothes away and ignoring her pleas as they had their way with her. The lustful part of her mind came back in force, screaming ‘YES!’ as the rest of her recoiled in horror, and she visibly cowered.

“Whats wrong?” Jake asked, his brow creased in concern.

“It’s okay” Chris added as Jake backed away and stood next to the bed.

“Are you feeling alright? Too much to drink?”

Emily forced a weak smile for the boys as they continued to offer useless remarks “Yeah… I’m really sorry, I’m not ready for this. I – I think I should go home.”

The boys watched awkwardly as she put her clothes back on, Jake trying hard to look at her face as Chris stared drunkenly at her perfect tits, drinking in the sight of her creamy soft skin and still hoping to see more.