This is a story. It never happened and never will. The General Disclaimer is incorporated herein by reference.

BR&T date: Around 1960, telling about events from 1934 to 1941.

"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 realised 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 set it on the table by the bed. 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 okay 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 wasn't me, because of her hair and her size. Just then she woke up and asked what he was doing. He just shoved her down and told her to shut up. He shoved her nightgown up tight around her shoulders, then turned her over, face up. I kept pretending to be asleep, as he pulled her legs wide apart, got up on top of her, and raped her for at least ten minutes. She cried and screamed for help during the whole time. I just shut my eyes tight and tried to ignore her pleading. I was real glad he wasn't raping me for a change, and also sorry for her. But a couple of hours later, my other two brothers came into our bedroom, and without any caution at all, they threw the covers back, pulled our nightgowns and panties off of us, and raped us right on our own bed, side by side, at the same time. That lasted at least twenty minutes."

The rapist (oops) interrupted. "That's all the time we have today. We'll see you all here next week, right? Easter, you'll continue with your story then. You can tell us more about the night with your uncle. Everybody remember to bring your fee for my professional services."