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Subject: {ASSM} Running From Rape by Laura Lynn Davis, M/F, Rape, Incest, F/F romance.
Date: Thu, 10 Jan 2002 05:10:15 -0500
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Running From Rape by Laura Lynn Davis, M/F, Rape, Incest, F/F romance.

Copyright 2002.

Author's note:  like the girl in the story, I was raped regularly by my 
father after my mother's death.  But, unlike the girl in the story, I was 
stupid enough to put up with it for almost four years.  I've worked hard to 
overcome the anger I felt after he went to prison, but I still have black 
days.  To my everlasting shame, I had regular orgasms while he was fucking 
me.
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	My father began raping me a week after my mother's funeral.  I was fourteen 
years old.  I was a slender, blonde tomboy, fairly pretty, but not unusually 
so.  Minnesota produces pretty blondes by the thousands, most of them 
prettier than me, and taller.  I endured for nearly two months but one 
night, when he tried to fuck me anally, I resisted.  I hit him with lamp 
during the ensuing struggle and when I couldn't find a pulse I panicked and 
ran.

	I traded blow-jobs for food and rides.  My father had trained me well by 
whipping me whenever my teeth grazed his cock.  I was pretty good at it by 
the time I took to the road.  I assumed he was dead although I never read 
anything about it in the newspaper.  I was too small to fight, only 5' 4" 
and 110 pounds, so the only thing I had going for me was my sexual skills.

	I made my way to Kansas City, taking rides as they came.  I had no real 
destination in mind, I was just running.  I was at a truck stop outside of 
Kansas City when I heard a woman scream.  I ran toward the sound and found a 
young Asian woman struggling with a skinny guy with bad acne.  I jumped on 
his back without thinking and that gave her the a chance to kick him in the 
balls.

	He went down and I scrambled away.  She grabbed my hand and said, "Run!"   
We ran.  She held onto my hand until we reached the restaurant.  We went 
inside and sat down in a booth.  She picked up a menu and began looking at 
it.  I just sat there.  After a moment she glanced up at me and smiled.  
"Runaway, aren't you?"

	I nodded.  She was older than me, maybe nineteen, and very beautiful.  Her 
shiny coal-black hair hung to her shoulders.  Her face was a long oval 
dominated by beautiful almond-shaped eyes.  She had a wide mouth, good 
cheekbones, and a firm chin.

	She grinned.  "Hungry?"

	I shook my head.  "No."  I was ravenous but I didn't have any money and I 
was too proud to admit my hunger to this beautiful creature.

	She smiled again.  "Bullshit!  You're half-starved."  The waitress came up 
before I could reply.  She ordered two full breakfasts - bacon and eggs, 
hash browns, toast, and coffee.  After the waitress left she leaned back and 
said, "My name is Jane.  Thanks for helping me."

	I shrugged again.  I had a talent for shrugging.  "No big deal.  Who was 
he?"

	"I don't know.  Some guy on drugs.  I think he wasn't sure if he wanted to 
rob me or rape me.  Either way, I'm grateful you came along.  What's your 
name?"

	"Katie."  I didn't see any reason not to tell her.  But I had good reason 
not to tell her my last name.

	The food came and we ate in silence.  We we were done I thanked her and 
slid out of the booth.  We walked outside together.  "Where are you headed, 
Katie?"

	"I don't know.  No place in particular.  Why?"

	"I'm driving to New York and the road gets lonely.  Would you like to come 
with me?"

	I hesitated, then nodded.  "Okay."

	Her car was a new Lexus with leather seats.  She saw my expression and 
giggled.  "My daddy's rich and he gives me a generous allowance as long as I 
stay away from Taiwan."

	"Why?"

	She started the car and didn't answer until we were on the highway.  "Nice 
Chinese girls from good families don't grow up to be lesbians."  She paused 
and glanced at me.  "Does it bother you that I'm gay?"

	"No.  I've been giving truck drivers blow-jobs for rides.  I ran away 
because my father began raping me after my mother died.  I hit him with a 
lamp when he tried to fuck me in the ass.  The fact that you're a lesbian is 
rather trivial in comparison.  You're a lesbian, I'm a whore.  Who cares?"  
And then, astonishingly, embarrassingly, I began to cry.  I hadn't even 
cried at my mother's funeral.

	Jane pulled off and stopped in the breakdown lane.  She shut the engine 
off, put the blinkers on, and slid across the seat.  She put her arms around 
me and held me while I sobbed like a baby for at least ten minutes.  She 
rubbed my back and whispered nonsense in my ear, things like, "Everything's 
going to be all right.  I'll take care of you."  Shit like that.  Didn't she 
understand that I was a whore and a murderer?

	I was disgusted with myself.  When I stopped crying I opened the door and 
jumped out.  "Leave me.  Go away!"  I started walking away, back the way 
we'd come so she couldn't follow in the car.  She left the car and chased me 
on foot.

	hen she caught me she slapped me hard and told me to stop being such an 
asshole.  She twisted my arm up behind my back and marched me back to the 
Lexus, muttering in Cantonese all the way.  Of course, I didn't know it was 
Cantonese at the time.  But I assumed, rightly, that she was cursing.

	She pushed me into the passenger seat and watched until my seatbelt was 
fastened.  Then she told me she'd kick my ass good if I got out again 
without her permission.  I sat there with my arms folded and sulked for the 
next 100 miles.

	At 10:00 a.m. she pulled off the highway and found a motel.  "Why are we 
stopping here?"

	She glanced at me and wrinkled her nose.  "I need sleep and you need a 
bath."

	She registered and drove down to the end of the building.  Our room was the 
last one on the first floor.  It was plain but clean and comfortable.  "Go 
shower.  Hand your clothes out to me and I'll see what I can do with them."

	I wallowed in hot water for nearly thirty minutes.  When I came out I 
didn't bother wrapping myself in a towel.  Whores have no modesty.  She was 
laying on the bed in her underwear.  I glanced around.  "Where are my 
clothes?"

	She smiled.  "I said I'd see what I could do with them.  And what I could 
do was throw them away."

	I stared at her in silence, stunned.  "Without clothes I don't have to 
worry about you taking off while I'm asleep."  Her clothes were nowhere in 
sight.  She grinned.  "They're under the mattress.  Don't even think about 
trying to get them out.  I'm a very light sleeper."

	She closed her eyes and within a minute she was snoring gently.  I didn't 
have any choice so I slid into bed and went to sleep myself.  When I woke it 
was late afternoon.  Jane was sitting cross-legged, looking at my body.  The 
covers had been pulled down and was completely exposed.  She touched my hip 
with the tip of her finger.  "You're very beautiful but too skinny.  I'll 
have to fatten you up a little."

	I crossed my arms behind my head, trying to look unconcerned.  "You talk 
like we're going to stay together.  What makes you think that?"

	She smiled.  "We have to stay together.  You belong to me now."

	"Oh, and when did you decide that?"

	"Back at the truck stop.  When you jumped on that guy's back."

	I lost my temper then and shouted, "Don't you understand?  I'm a whore and 
I murdered my father!  I rolled over onto my stomach and buried my face in 
the pillow, sobbing.  She moved closer and began to rub my back, her knees 
touching my side and hip.  She rubbed my back gently, pausing once for a 
moment before resuming.  Gradually, I calmed down.  She continued to rub my 
back for several minutes.

	When she stopped I turned my head and looked at her.  "I'm sorry."

	"No big deal.  I've got to go out and do some shopping.  I'll bring some 
clothes and something to eat."  She got up, got dressed, and left.  She 
returned ninety minutes later with two large bags and several smaller ones.  
She brought hamburgers, fries, and cold soda and we ate sitting cross-legged 
on the bed.

	Afterward, she got up and took her clothes off.  Her body was as beautiful 
as her face, her breasts full and firm, tipped with dark, pointy nipples.  
Her butt was tightly rounded, her pubic hair long and silky.  Her legs were 
long and sleek, her thighs firm, her knees delicately sculpted, her calves 
elegantly curved, her ankles slender and dainty.  She was, in a word, 
perfect.  She was also very buff, her muscles cut and well-defined, but 
still feminine.

	She went into the bathroom and I heard her running water into the tub.  
"Katie, come in here."

	I walked into the bathroom and she told me to get into the tub and lay down 
on my belly.  I obeyed, bending my knees, resting my feet against the tile.  
"Do you trust me?"

	I nodded.  "Yes, I guess so."

	She smiled.  "Good."  Then she grabbed the back of my neck with one hand 
and pushed my head under with the other.  I fought and struggled but she had 
strength and leverage on her side.  She held me under until I thought I'd 
drown.  Just as I was about to breathe water she pulled me up.  "Do you 
trust me?"  Again, I nodded.  She pushed my head under water and held it 
there.  I struggled in vain to free myself.

   I thought she was really going to drown me that time but she let me up 
again, just in time.  I sputtered and gasped for breath.  "Wha.. what are 
you trying to do, kill me?"

   She shook her head, smiling gently.  "You don't trust me yet."

   I may be dumb but I'm not stupid.  A little light went off in my head and 
I realized what she wanted.  This time, when she put me under, I didn't 
struggle.  I counted seconds in my head, one-thousand and one, one-thousand 
and two, .............  I was up to ninety when she finally released me.  I 
came up onto my knees and she asked, "What are you?"

   I stared at her for a moment before whispering, "I don't know."

   She smiled.  "Better.  We're making progress."

   She got up and went into the other room, retuning with an enema bag and a 
small bottle of liquid soap.  She filled the enema bag with three quarts of 
warm, soapy water.  I crouched on the floor, my butt in the air, my head 
crossed on my arms, while she hung the bag from the shower rod and greased 
the nozzle by plunging it into a small jar of petroleum jelly.  She smiled 
and nodded when I asked if it was really necessary for me to have an enema.  
"Yes, two in fact.  It's part of the cleansing process."

   She greased her forefinger and spread my buttocks with one hand while she 
greased my anus with the other, pushing her finger into me to be sure I was 
thoroughly lubricated.  I whimpered and moaned and she slapped me lightly on 
my butt.  "Don't be such a baby!"  She slipped the nozzle into my ass with a 
deft twist of her wrist and opened the clamp.  She sat beside me, on hand on 
my butt, the other on my belly, monitoring the flow.  She rubbed my belly 
gently, whispering softly to herself in Cantonese as the water flowed into 
my rectum.

   She let me take more than two quarts before she put the clamp back on the 
hose and eased the nozzle out of my ass.  She got up and said, "Try to hold 
it for a full two minutes.  I'll come back when you call me."  She got up 
and left me alone.  I got up and sat down on the toilet.  I held it in as 
long as I could before voiding my bowels with an explosive rush.  I flushed 
twice, cleaning myself thoroughly with wads of toilet paper.

   Finally, I got up and called, "I'm ready."

   She came in and slipped her arms around me.  She kissed me gently and 
fondled my buttocks for a moment.  Then she put me down on my knees again 
and refilled the enema bag.  She let the full three quarts flow into my 
rectum.  This time, instead of leaving me alone, she crouched by the toilet 
with her left hand on my knee.  She stroked my back while I stared at the 
wall, blushing in shame.  After a couple of minutes I was unable to hold it 
any longer and I voided with an even more explosive rush.  She turned her 
back and refilled the tub with hot water while I cleaned myself.  She put in 
some bubble bath and I soaked in the tub for nearly thirty minutes.

   When she returned she bathed me, refusing to allow me to do anything.  
Afterward she dried me off, wrapped me in dry towel, and picked me up.  She 
carried me to bed and tucked me in.  Then she undressed and slipped in with 
me.  She held me and stroked me and told me that I was no longer Katie.  My 
new name was Kathy and I was a pretty, innocent young woman.  She continued 
to stroke me gently until I turned and hugged her close.  I sobbed like a 
baby as she told me that I had nothing to fear because she was going to take 
care of me for the rest of my life.

   I fell asleep in her arms and woke up in the morning with her arms still 
around me.  She smiled and fondled me until I whispered, "Please...."  She 
slipped her hand between my legs and gently masturbated me to my first-ever 
orgasm.  I cried like a baby after I came.

   Later, I lay on my back, totally uncovered, while she sat cross-legged 
and made a phone call.  When I asked who she was calling she said, "My 
brother, William.  He's a lawyer in Chinatown.  He'll fix things so I can 
keep you."  She talked to her brother for nearly thirty minutes, in 
Cantonese.  The only word I recognized was Minnesota.  She paused once to 
ask my last name.

   I whispered, "O'Connell."  She relayed the information to her brother.  
Then she asked my father's name and finally my age.  She frowned when I 
said, "Fourteen."

   Her brother's voice got louder, much louder, and she finally cut him off, 
speaking English for the first time.  "I *know* William.  I don't plan on 
getting caught....... no, I won't give her up ...... she's mine, William and 
that's it..... deal with it."  She slammed the phone down and smiled at me.  
"He's worried I'll go to jail if the cops catch me with you."

   I shrugged.  "So leave me if you're worried."

   A moment later I was across her lap, howling in anguish while she spanked 
me.  She didn't stop until my ass was red and I was crying.  She pushed me 
off her lap and I rose up onto my knees, rubbing my sore butt.  "Don't you 
dare talk like that again.  YOU ARE MINE!  And don't you dare forget it."

   She was pissed but her mood passed quickly.  She gathered me into her 
arms and kissed my tears away.  Then we showered and left.  I had new 
clothes that fit perfectly - jeans, socks, bra and panties, a T-shirt, and 
running shoes.  We stopped somewhere in Ohio a day later and she bought more 
clothes for me.

   As we drove, she explained that her brother had triad connections.  Then 
she explained what triads were, assuring me that her brother would fix 
everything.  And he did.  By the time we arrived in New York he'd determined 
that my father was still alive and he sent some triad people to talk to him. 
  My father signed papers relinquishing custody to Jane.  Her brother filed 
the papers and suddenly Jane was my legal guardian.

   Jane entered her junior year at Columbia that fall.  And I was enrolled 
at a prestigious private school under the name Kathy Chen.  I took that name 
when she legally, well sort of legally, adopted me.  She refused to have sex 
with me again until I turned eighteen.  I cried and pleaded but she remained 
adamant.  When I paraded around nude she took a strap to me and I didn't do 
that again.

   She was a stern parent.  She made me toe the line and do my homework to 
*her* standards.  We fought almost constantly for the first year.  She 
usually won.  She spanked me when I needed it, praised me lavishly when I 
did something she approved of, and showed me off to her brother and his 
friends.

   She invited her parents to come for my fifteenth birthday and almost 
fainted when they showed up at the door without a hint that they were 
coming.  I was dressed up for dinner, in a black dress that Jane bought me 
for my birthday, and I looked pretty good for a skinny tomboy.  I bowed to 
her parents and tried out the few Cantonese phrases I'd learned.  It was 
their turn to be stunned.

   Jane's mother took her out to the kitchen and her father, John, sat with 
me in the living room.  He questioned me about my background, my 
relationship with his daughter and anything thing else that popped into his 
head.  I was surprised when I glanced at the clock and saw that an hour had 
passed.  Finally, he nodded and said, "Let's go to dinner."  He stood up and 
called for his wife.  Jane glanced at me as we followed them down the hall 
to the elevator.  I shrugged and shook my head.

   After a wonderful dinner, and a chorus of Happy Birthday in Cantonese, 
Jane gave me a watch for my birthday.  Her father and mother exchanged 
glances.  Mrs. Chen nodded and her father reached into his pocket and 
brought out a small jewelry box.  Inside was a beautiful jade pendant.  Jane 
gasped when she saw it.  Her father smiled and said, "It's the least I could 
do for the newest member of the Chen family."

   Jane sat there, shocked, her mouth open.  Her mother reached over and 
patted her on the arm.  "Close your mouth, dear.  What did you expect us to 
do?  She's a lovely girl and we like her."

   Now, four years later, I'm a freshman at Columbia and Jane is finishing 
her PH.d in Mathematics.  On my 18th birthday we celebrated with her parents 
in Taipei.  Later, in our room, she fucked my brains out for the first time.

The End.







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