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Written: 07 March 2018

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Rape Chat Part 3
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, M/f, Incest, Rape

Ray Maitland wasn't an outstanding lover, he did have a lovely big cock and had fucked more than half the women in the area but he was also a little lazy, born out of complacency probably. I was happy to lie under him feeling the pleasure of his body entering mine, the length of his cock reaching places seldom explored by any other man but I wasn't really achieving much in the way of an orgasm...he on the other hand did reach splashdown. I was about to heave myself out from under him but to my surprise, he hadn't stopped, he was still hard and still fucking me...so now I knew his secret, he wasn't a good lover...he was an ever-ready lover or perhaps an energiser bunny, he was certainly fucking me like a rabbit.

I was happy to lie there and take it until he said, "Who would you like next?"

"What?"

"One of my sons or one of their friends, I promised Dawn that if she went the distance with Paul and William or Ben that I'd play with her after for a couple of hours!"

I bucked my hips up violently and dislodged his cock and as he left my cunt I twisted my lower body so when he crashed back down he was humping at my hip. I wriggled out from under him while he was massaging his pride. I had my dress back on before Ray knew what was happening and I almost ran down the stairs. I ran through the kitchen and threw the back room door open, I'd intended on dragging Dawn out of there but when I saw her on her knees in front of Paul and Glen, sucking both boy's cocks at the same time I changed my mind...Dawn was exactly where she wanted to be, doing exactly what she wanted to do. Emma was kneeling next to Dawn performing the same service on William and Ben, little angel was just watching the action from the sofa.

I walked in the house just as Johnny came down the stairs, I offered him a cooked breakfast but he turned me down, all he wanted was a bowl of cereal and a coffee.

"What time is Sarah taking her test?"

I thought hard, there had been a lot of talk but the time was never mentioned. "No idea darling but I think the first junior race starts at twelve o'clock so if the examiner hasn't seen her by twelve o'clock she won't be able to take part in the race."

"Let's go and support her."

Ohhh! Darling...you know that I hate the thought of her driving your father's old banger around a track, it isn't as safe as driving around the farm."

"Come on, you don't want her to think that we don't support her do you?

'Flounce time again!' I flounced out to Johnny's car, as I sat on his cold leather seat I suddenly remembered that I wasn't wearing any knickers and also that I had a pussy full of chateau Maitland twenty-eighteen swilling around inside my cunt. Johnny reversed slowly and as he touched the breaks the car screamed.

"Stop at an auto-store on the way to Oxford, buy some copper grease and when we get to the track, talk to your father about pulling the disks out quickly and greasing the backs of the disks to stop that damned squeal."

Abingdon race track was on an old RAF base, it didn't get a lot of spectators, just the families of the drivers in the various races. We were there thirty minutes before the first race, it was for drivers under the age of eighteen with a BAAA licence. I spotted Ron's vintage Vauxhall, Sarah was standing talking to a middle aged man. Johnny went to see his father while I watched Sarah answering questions. She pointed out all the safety features added to the car to allow it to race, the pins that would hold the bonnet closed in a high speed crash, the fuel cut off switch on the dashboard for the driver to shut off the fuel pump and the repeater switch for the track safety teams to use in the event of driver incapacity. She explained in great detail about the role cage and the fact that the doors were welded shut so she had to get into the car through the window.

I was closer now, "Anything else about the car Miss Clarke?"

Sarah went silent for a moment, her head was nodding up and down as she forced herself to recall her driver's manual.

"Oh, the fuel tank was removed and replaced with a rubber tank with a Crunchy...sorry, honeycomb centre in case of the tank rupturing."

I saw the man's hand move in a ticking motion on his clipboard.

"And you Miss Clark, tell me about the safety equipment that you need!"

I imagined her saying lipstick, blusher, spare lipstick...

"My boots have Kevlar inserts and are fireproof; my overalls are also fireproof as are my gloves and my balaclava. My crash helmet is a special race developed unit even though a standard motor cycle helmet would be sufficient. I have lumbar support built into my overalls and a neck brace that fits between my shoulders and my helmet."

"Anything else?"

"I'm not allowed to wear man-made fibres under my overalls in case of fire, the synthetic fibres could melt onto my skin."

"So, what should you wear under your overalls?"

"Cotton or linen but today I'm mot wearing anything under it!"

"Really, care to show me?"

Sarah flipped the neck buckle and she fixed the man eye to eye before pulling her zipper down. She didn't over do it, didn't pull the front of her overalls open too wide but she did pull it all the way down to her crotch, holding the top open about four inches, showing off the valley between her breasts as well as the start of her pussy mound.

I saw another ticking movement and then the man looked at his watch, Sarah just stood there, holding the front of her overalls open for his inspection, "We only have fifteen minutes left, you need to drive me around for at least five laps to finish your test, do you think you could complete five laps before the next race or would you like to wait until after the end of racing today to do your driving test?"

"Now please."

Sarah dressed quickly and slipped into her driving seat. She had all of her safety checks done and had the engine started by the time the middle aged man was in the seat next to her. Sarah drove down the pit lane at five miles an hour and at the point where the pit lane joined the raceway Sarah floored the accelerator. The old Vauxhall was rear wheel drive and as Sarah turned into the first corner at close to terminal velocity, the bend was wide and long, the advised speed was seventy miles an hour but she was closer to sixty so she had to drift around the corner with her tail hanging out. She seemed to be passing the pit lane in a minute flat but it was closer to three minutes. At that pace she wouldn't complete the five laps in time before the first race was due to start and the first race was supposed to be her first race!

Sarah picked up ten seconds on each lap and finished her five laps just as the marshals were closing the track to practice users and the line of junior drivers were making their way from the end of the pit lane and around the circuit to form up on the grid.

Sarah had done her qualifying laps in the morning before her test and had fifth place on the grid but because she had to drop her examiner off in the pits she wasn't in time to make her place on the grid. Ron met the examiner at the car, Ron shook his hand, shouted something over the sound of the car and Sarah took off slowly to the end of the pit lane. She would have to sit and wait for the last car on the grid to go past before she joined in at the back, twentieth place and not fifth and the disadvantage of a stationary start while all the other cars were up to speed.

The race was twenty laps and Sarah overtook one car a lap for the first ten laps and by the final lap she was in fifth place, not brilliant but it was her first start.

Back in the pits Sarah dragged herself out of the car, she was far from disappointed at the result, she was fifth in the race but first amongst the girls and as such she had won her first cup for best female driver.

I waited patiently for Sarah to spot me and come over, half way to me she was cut off by an elderly man, "Well done Miss Clarke, I'm Gordon Fisher of Fisher Engineering, Am I right in assuming that you are the same Sarah Clarke that goes to Kettering Comprehensive School?"

I saw Sarah make eye contact with the man, she nodded her head, said, "Yes sir." and then looked over at Ron. Ron was gesturing to Sarah, he was indicating that she should pull the zipper down on her overall, he was telling her with sign language to open the zip down to just below her breasts. Sarah did and I saw the older man's eyes twinkle.

"Are you the same demure fourteen year old ballet dancer that applied to my company for work experience?"

Sarah nodded her head, "Fifteen years old now sir and I'll have to update my CV to say that I'm a qualified BAAA race driver as of today."

"You've only passed your driving test today and in your first race you started at the back of the field and managed to come in fifth in just a twenty lap race?"

Sarah nodded her head in confirmation. I moved in, Sarah said "Hi mum...mum, this is Mr Fisher of Fisher Engineering, Gordon, this is my mother Victoria Clarke."

Gordon shook my hand, his palms were sweaty and there was a heady smell of musk about him, I let my eyes drop, there was a heady smell of musk and a large bulge in his trousers. Ron came over and I saw Gordon Fisher's eyes open wide and twinkle all over again, "Ron you old Buzzard, don't tell me that you're still on the race circuit!"

I saw Ron shake Gordon's hand and there was that special little Masonic handshake. I stopped myself laughing when I saw their little performance; 'Are they arranging to fuck each other' ran through my head.

"I am still racing, don't you recognise the beast?"

"Don't tell me that's your old Vauxhall from the twenty oh-three season!"

"It is."

"Ron, it was a banger fifteen years ago...it's a car, not a bottle of wine, it doesn't improve with age!"

"And you, are you still driving Gordon?"

"No, they pulled my race licence after my heart attack but I have...had a car in the two o'clock race."

"Problems?"

"My driver got in three laps in qualifying and was taken ill, now he can't spend more than two minutes away from the toilet...I don't suppose that you could drive my car for me instead of the beast could you?"

Ron fondled his chin for a moment, "What's the car?"

Sarah looked shocked that her grandfather would even consider driving a competitor's car.

"It's a nineteen ninety Ford Sierra Cosworth, two hundred and twenty Break horsepower four wheel drive but instead of standard Ford running gear we've fitted our own design independent suspension units with ceramic breaks...I've got a bunch of potential customers sitting in hospitality, here to watch the race and see how my new gear works in a race and now I have no driver."

"I think I've really got to drive the beast, we've come a long way together...but you could ask Sarah to drive for you!"

"She's only a junior driver and she's only had one race under BAAA rules...I can't..."

Ron cut Gordon short, "Sarah's just come off the pit lane, she was at the back of the pack from a standing start and she made up fifteen places in twenty laps...if she can do that in my old banger...as you called it, imagine what she could do with an extra thirty horses and independent suspension!"

"I don't really have anything to lose do I...and Sarah is a pretty girl, if she doesn't do well my customers will still love looking at her when they talk to her about how the new suspension units worked."

Gordon turned to Sarah and said, "Would you please drive my car in the two o'clock race Miss Clarke?"

Sarah looked like she was about to explode but then she froze and her head seemed to sink down into her neck as she turned to look at her grandfather, he smiled at her and nodded his head, "Drive for my old friend Sarah and do your damndest to try and beat me...I'll be doing my best to beat you."

Gordon gathered Sarah into his arms, his hand on the small of her back as he guided her away from Ron's pit area and over to his own. As they walked away I saw Gordon's hand starting out between Sarah's shoulders and sliding down to her bottom. They disappeared into a large American camper van and twenty minutes later Sarah emerged pulling her fireproof balaclava on. As she levered herself in through the window of the cherry red Ford I noticed that she didn't have 'Wellingborough And North Kettering - Farm Machinery Suppliers' emblazoned across her back...she wasn't wearing her own fire proof racing overalls, she was wearing a set of Fisher Engineering overalls that were at least two sizes too big for her.

'She was naked under her overalls and she got changed in that camper van with Gordon there!' I felt my face colour up at the thought of what could have gone on in that huge camper van.

Johnny walked up to me wiping his hands clean, "Right, annoying squeal when I break sorted out, my dad had everything I needed in his tool chest...hey, you're blushing, what's going on in thet sexy little head of yours?"

"Sarah's going to drive in the two o'clock race."

"Is my dad okay?"

"He's going to be racing against her."

"How, they only have one car!"

"Sarah's driving for Fisher Engineering in the Cherry Sierra."

"And that's what made you blush?"

Johnny was looking very confused now.

"No, that's not what made me blush, I know that Sarah is naked...was naked under her race suit and she went into Gordon Fisher's camper with him and came out in one of his suits."

Johnny's face soured, "Was her going into his camper a condition of her getting a seat in his car?"

I grabbed at Johnny's arm to stop him storming over to the Fisher's van, "No, she had the drive before she went off with him, she went with Mr Fisher without any strings."

Sarah had left the pit lane, she only had three quarters of a lap to get the feel of her new drive and that would be at low speed. She had the very last spot on the grid but at least she would be starting off at the same time as all the other drivers. At least I could take comfort in the fact that Sarah had managed to get some pointers from her grandfather about how to handle the extra power and the four wheel drive on the Sierra before she set off on her second race.

The race starter's flag dropped and the bellow of engines was deafening, nineteen cars were fighting for the racing line into the first corner. Sarah was out of step, she was on the right hand side of the track, totally the wrong side for the left hand corner and where the other cars eased off the power to enter the corner, a quick dab on the breaks before hitting the gas to leave the bend, Sarah was using the surefootedness of the Ferguson four wheel drive in her Cherry Sierra to keep the power on full all the way around the first bend.

Sarah entered the first bend in twentieth place and came out of it in fifteenth place. By the second lap she moved up to twelfth place and she was on her grandfather's heels. Sarah was in third place by the tenth lap, half a lap ahead of her grandfather, she was lapping the back marker, the marshal watching the back corner used his blue flag to warn the back marker that a faster driver was about to overtake him, rules dictated that the slower driver had to yield the racing line in that circumstance but the driver of the Nissan Bluebird just wouldn't give way to a woman, no woman and especially not to a girl who had only just passed her racing test.

All I saw was a cloud of dust and two racing cars pirouetting into the straw bales separating the track from the car park. I froze as the Cherry Sierra did three full circles in the gravel, her car came off best in the altercation though, at least her car stayed on its wheels, which was more than could be said for the Bluebird, it rolled as well as span.

Johnny was fifteen feet away from me by the time I could get my legs working and he was running at full pelt towards the accident. The marshal that had "Blue flagged' the Nissan driver swapped his blue flag for a red one and was waving it furiously above his head as he ran to pull the power switch on the Bluebird, every other marshal around the track waved their red flags too, stopping the race dead and the ambulance was racing past stationary cars on its way to the accident.

I was half way to the accident by the time that Sarah had dragged herself out of the Sierra's window. It was lucky that her grandfather got to her before she could get to the Nissan driver, Ron managed to calm her down in a few moments.

Gordon Fisher got to the crash site before Johnny or I by driving around the outside of the track through the car park. Sarah was apologising profusely to Gordon by the time I got to her, "You did really well Sarah, the only damage to the Cherry Sierra is where that idiot clipped your rear wing as you passed him, his car is totalled, I can pull that dent away from your back wheel and you'll be able to restart the race with the others after the medics have finished with Harry...that's if you want to finish the race that is."

Sarah was back in the car while her rear wing was yanked off the rear wheel and while the tow truck pulled the Nissan away from the track all of the cars were being called back to the grid, just nineteen cars this time and each car was set in its relative position from the race. Sarah was in the middle of the grid when the race was restarted but she made exactly the same start and took another two cars out of the reckoning and was in eighth place.

By the end of the race Sarah was second, Ron was fifth and two more cars were out of the race.

Johnny and I were invited into the hospitality tent by Gordon Fisher, Sarah had her helmet under her arm with her balaclava and gloves in it, the front of her overalls was unzipped, almost to her bellybutton, showing a good amount if her cleavage as she was talking to Gordon's customers about the performance of the car's new suspension.

I stood with a glass of sparking white watching my fifteen year old daughter lap up all the attention as she talked the audience through the improvements that the new suspension and breaking system allowed, there was only something like five horsepower separating all the cars in that race but Sarah could break later and take the corner faster than the rest of the field and there was no doubt that she was challenging for first place, if she had started the race from anywhere other than the back, she would have won over the twenty laps.

I felt a hot sweaty hand on the small of my back, I looked to my side and saw Gordon Fisher at my side.

"What I'm wondering is...why did Sarah apply to my company for work experience? She already knows more about engineering principals than any apprentice I've ever taken on. Why didn't she get work experience with Ron?"

"When you went to see if Sarah was all right you were driving a Mercedes AMG GT R registration number 'GF15 HER'!"

"Yes, it's my car."

"Do you park it outside your factory during the day?"

Gordon giggled a little, "Well, when I'm at work I do, yes!"

"Sarah's school bus goes past your factory every day, she will have seen your car and that will have taken her attention...she probably applied at Principal Designs as well, Ben Principal drives a Lamborghini but his registration isn't as good as yours."

Gordon's giggles turned to a belly laugh as his hand slid up to my neck and then back down, he patted my arse through my dress, "I see that you dress the same way as your daughter Victoria."

Johnny came up behind us, "Sarah is really in her element, fifteen men fighting over her attention."

Gordon's hand shot away from my arse, Johnny patted Gordon's back, "I'd better go and commiserate with my dad, he'll be gutted that Sarah beat him so soundly in only her second race."

"Your husband doesn't seem to mind that I was pawing your backside just then Victoria!"

"No...it's a recent development in our relationship, I never realised that there was so much sex about until all those rapes hit the news the other week and now that I'm looking...well, now that my eyes are open, I see it's all around."

"Do you think he'd mind if I took you out to my camper van for thirty minutes?"

I took another swallow from my glass, "He'd probably prefer to be there...you know...with all the recent rapes...he likes to make sure I'm safe!"

"Oh yes, all the recent rapes seem to have happened around your village it seems."

I nodded my head.

"Did you know that Sarah is sexually active?"

"I didn't until today but then I've been walking around with rose coloured specials on for the past fifteen years."

"Was it finding out about all the rapes that opened your eyes to all the sex going on around you Vicky?"

I nodded my head, "I think I've read just about everything I could find to read about rape in the last two weeks...and..."

"And what?"

"Nothing."

"Have you been going further than just reading the news items...have you been searching out film clips or stories online?"

I felt the heat in my face giving me away.

"So Victoria, if you only discovered that your daughter was sexually active today...does that mean that you haven't seen her with her boyfriend yet?"

"I saw her kissing him yesterday for the first time."

"Did it worry you finding out that she was active?"

"Not as much as finding out that Dawn is!"

My reply was mumbled under my breath so I didn't expect Gordon to hear me but...

"Dawn...Who is Dawn?"

I didn't really want to say but Gordon pressurised me into an answer.

"Dawn is Sarah's younger sister."

That didn't feel as bad as saying 'My youngest daughter!'

"Younger...how much younger?"

"Dawn's thirteen."

"Thirteen is a delicious age...perhaps I could arrange a date with her if her interests stretch to older men like Sarah's!"

I gave Gordon a shocked look.

"Surely you realised that Sarah was into older men, you said that you saw her kissing her boyfriend yesterday."

"Robin is only two years older!"

"Ahh, sorry, I think I've let the cat out of the bag...I'd better not say any more."

"No, you can't stop now, if Robin isn't her boyfriend...who the hell is?"

"You'd better ask Sarah that...not me."

Gordon left me and went to stand at Sarah's side to bask in her beauty. Gordon spent an hour introducing Sarah to all of his friends and I don't mean just telling her their names, he gave Sarah all of their details, including their phone numbers that he 'blue-toothed' over to Sarah's smart phone.

It was six o'clock by the time we were driving home. Sarah had opted to go with Ron in his Land Rover towing the VX 4-90 back to the farm. I was looking for a tissue in my shoulder bag and pulled out a race card. It hadn't been filled in with the positions of the various cars taking place in the race; instead it had a message written on it, almost like it was written in crayon. 'IF YOU WANT TO SEE A RAPE IN REAL LIFE, BE AT CUTLER'S EDGE TONIGHT AT TEN O'CLOCK!'

I got that shiver run through my body again, "Anything wrong darling?"

"No, I was just looking at the race card from today, I saw Fisher's car listed and suddenly remembered the crash, I was wondering how that guy that tried to run Sarah off the road is getting on, it could so easily have been Sarah that got injured."

I folded the card again and popped it back into my shoulder bag again. Only three people knew about my recent fixation with rape, Simon, my neighbour but he didn't really know who I was in real life, to him I was just a name in a chat room, Johnny knew but he wouldn't have slipped a note in my shoulder bag, he would have told me to my face. Gordon Fisher was the only other person I'd told...would he put the note...then it dawned on me, Gordon was a Mason, he would have told other Masons about opportunities, business or sexual, that was what their club was all about so telling Gordon was as good as telling Ron as well...Ron and any number of men that were in the hospitality tent.

I knew Cutler's Edge, it was actually on Ron's farm, about as far away from the farmhouse as you could get...actually, having seen all of the rape locations from the recent spate of rapes, Cutler's Edge was a perfect location.

I was on a sexual high for the rest of the evening from thinking that there could be a rape tonight and that I'd been invited to watch. I rang Ray Maitland to tell him to send Dawn home for her dinner. I saw that she was walking with stiff legs, she'd gone mad and fucked all day, four seventeen year old boys and a middle-aged man in the house, probably taking turns to fuck her. I sent her to soak in the bath after dinner to try and ease her sore pussy and bum.

I was up and down all the time between eight o'clock and nine thirty, Johnny had seen that there was something wrong but he kept his head down.

At nine thirty-five I jumped up, "I'm going for a walk."

"Want me to come with you?"

"No, you stay here, relax, you'll have to get up early in the morning if you're going to be in Bournemouth for nine o'clock."

I walked out of the house wearing just my summer dress and nothing under it, the way I'd been dressed all day. I walked to Cutler's Edge, I was there at five minutes to ten. I could hear the stream burbling between the Edge and Souter's Farm next door. In the dusky darkness I could see three men carrying something; they were on Souter's land, the other side of the stream with no bridge over. I was a little disappointed that it was so dark, I wouldn't be able to see what was happening clearly but I could make out three men and once they reached the rock on the other side of the stream I realised that they were carrying a naked woman. They laid her out on the rock, ropes were tied around her wrists and ankles, the ropes were tied to wooden stakes hammered into the ground all around the rock.

I saw the first man pull his trousers down and then felt a pain in my neck, there was a flash, I froze. I managed to look down, a massive hunting knife was pressing against my throat. A hand gripped the back of my neck, keeping me looking in the direction of the drugged woman being fucked on top of the rock.

I was held in place until all three men had taken their pleasure out on the girl. One of the men had a bottle with a hosepipe attached, it was a lamb feeding bottle with the teat cut off. The hose was pushed up the woman's vagina and that was the point that everything went black for me. The person standing behind me, holding a knife to my throat had pulled a bag over my head. I was hit and fell to the ground. Nothing was said, I was just handled roughly, my dress pulled off and I was fucked in the dirt at the edge of the stream.

I heard mumbling, I couldn't quite make it out but it sounded like the three men were closer than the other side of the stream. The other three men took it in turns at me, if I moved I was hit, if I tried to stop them I was kicked. I took four loads of spunk before the hose that had been used on the other woman was used on me, a smell of Jeyes fluid or bleach filled my nostrils, my cunt was flooded out and then the liquid was trickled all over my lower body as well.

I lay still on the grassy bank of the stream, I didn't move for ages, I'd been punched and kicked often enough not to want more.

I couldn't hear anything, well anything other than the whimpering of the woman on the opposite bank.

It took me ten minutes to untie the string holding the bag over my head. I pulled it off and saw that I was alone on my side of the stream, fortunately my dress was in the stream about ten feet further down the stream snagged in a bush. Unfortunately my dress was soaking wet and I had to waid out into the stream to get it back.

I didn't put my dress straight on, I carried it to the opposite bank and went to see if the other woman was alright. I managed to pull the wooden stakes out of the ground and help the woman down off of the rock. She was out of her head, she was laughing maniacally one second, crying the next. The only clear thing I could hear whispered between cackles and sobs was "Don't tell my husband!"

"Penny...Penelope...is that you?"

"Don't tell Steve what happened to me please Vicky."

Penny Green was a neighbour, her husband Steve worked for Ron in his agricultural machinery business. I helped Penny across Souter's field to the gate. I found her car blocking the track leading to Souter's farm house. The rapists had left her car like that so that Mr Souter would have to stop and look for the car's owner...he was intended to find Penny tied naked to a rock when he went out to collect his cows in for milking.

I searched around for a key, for Penny's handbag or some of her clothes but there was nothing there. Penny came out of her funk enough to tell me that there was a key safe under the rear wheel arch. When I found her key safe it had her car key in it as well as her back door key. I drove Penny home and on the drive I got the story out of her. Steve had been sent to Holland, by Ron, to work on a flower packing production line. "Ron booked Steve into a hotel in Amsterdam, not just any hotel, a hotel in the red light district, I saw Ron wink at Steve when he said that the hotel being off the Dam Rack had its advantages and one was hot and hotter running whores. I know my Steve, if it's on offer he'll take it...buy it even...so I went to the pub as soon as Steve left for the airport and I think I got drunk really fast."

I realised that Penny must have been in the rapists hands by six o'clock that afternoon, that was when the note was slipped in my shoulder bag, so she thought that she's got drunk really fast but I guessed that she had been drugged as soon as she went into the pub and that the rapists group had kept her on ice somewhere until ten o'clock when it would be dark enough to take her out into Souter's field.

I drove down the side of Penny's house; I left her sitting in the car while I ran over to it in the nude. I let myself into Penny's house. I grabbed one of Steve's big coats to cover my body and one of Penny's to cover hers before I helped her from the car to her house.

Penny was desperate to shower, "Penny, you have to think about it, if you shower the police won't get any evidence..."

Penny almost spat at me, "I'm not going to tell the police and you must never tell anyone either..." She sniffed at her breasts, "...anyway, the way my body is stinging all over, the only thing the police will get from my body is Hydrogen Peroxide!"

I helped Penny up to her bathroom, I actually had to get in her shower with her to help her shower. It was funny to me in a kind of way, the first time that I'd been in the shower with a woman since I was at school and I fell right into washing Penny's body the way we girls at school had washed each other after sports lessons...and just like when we were at school, I washed Penny's body thoroughly.

I actually felt guilty in a way, I considered that Penny's rape had been partly my fault. I'd been winding people like Simon up in the rape chat room and Penny had probably been raped by so many men to give me a good show before my own rape. As I washed between Penny's legs she began to hump at my hands so I gave her a little orgasm and as she was climaxing she was apologising for humping at my hands.

"Not your fault Penny..." I kissed Penny's neck as I jabbed two fingers up into her cunt, driving her to an even bigger orgasm, "...they probably gave you ecstasy or GHB, something to make you need sex more."

Penny turned her face to mine and she clamped her lips to mine and as she bounced through a massive orgasm we exchanged saliva.

I put Penny to bed at one o'clock in the morning, I robbed one of her dresses to go home in and took my soaking wet dress with me. Fortunately Johnny had gone to bed without me because he had a long drive before work in the morning. I put a load of washing in the machine so that my summer dress could be washed and then I went to bed to the sound of the washing machine running.

Johnny woke as I got into bed, he asked me what the time was, "It's okay darling, go to sleep, I've just had to go to the utility room, when the washing machine started something fell of the top and broke on the floor."

Johnny mumbled a little but was sleeping in seconds. I lay awake, I felt guilty...very guilty. I should have told Johnny what had happened, the way things had changed between us sexually in just two days told me that he wouldn't be jealous that I'd just been fucked by four strangers in one of his father's fields but my not telling him would probably upset him more. I also felt guilty that I'd probably been the cause of Penny Green to be raped...well...probably added to her ordeal because the rapists had wanted me to watch her so they had held her captive and done God-knows-what to her in the four hours or so between them drugging her and bringing her out to Souter's field. I also felt guilty that I'd taken advantage of a neighbour while she was still drugged the way she was, having sex with her in the shower showed me that I was no better than the rapists!

I was still awake at six o'clock when Johnny woke to go to work. "Would you like sex before you go darling?"

Johnny laughed, "I'm not stopping over in Bournemouth, I'll be back by eight o'clock tonight, we'll have plenty of time to have our fun then. I've got to get past London before the rush hour starts so I only have time for a coffee and a toast for now."

I was a little disappointed...a lot disappointed to be honest. It wasn't that I was desperate for sex but five hours of ruminating on what happened the night before, my rape, Penny Green's rape...my having sex with her in her shower...which I have to say was totally out of my character since I discovered sex with men in my teens and left my lesbian friends behind me.

I had an hour to kill after Johnny left home before the girls would get up for breakfast so I went into the rape chat room.