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 "Raped!" (Continued)

   Chapter Seven *************

   Christmas came and went with a renewed air of civility in our house. 
Beth had been a bit shaken by Matt's attentions that one night and the
result had been some militant attitudes towards Matt by Karen and Rebekah,
but when they found that Matt shared their concerns for Beth their
militancy softened somewhat.

   The dinner on Christmas Eve had been a great time with everyone pitching
in to help make the night memorable.  Karen and Rebekah worked on the
dessert, Beth set a grand table with a set of China she'd found in the
attic, Claire plucked and cleaned the goose Matt had shot when he was out
hunting the day before, and Ashley and I put ourselves to the task of a
feast fit for a king.  The question of having wine with dinner raised a few
chuckles when Ashley and I demurred for what were becoming obvious reasons.
Claire elected not to imbibe as well and there were a few glances around
the table as we all wondered if this meant anything.

   The conversation was genial and light and the several weeks of friction
just seemed to disappear with the steam from the goose on the table.  The
dessert was finally served and while Rebekah and Karen complained of being
'stuffed' the rest of us had no problem putting it away after a long day of
kitchen work.  And then we all managed to get to our feet and clear off the
table, migrating the mess into the kitchen.  The chatter, fueled with a bit
of wine, made Matt feel a little lost, as if he was a rooster in a hen
house and I got a little laugh at his expense wondering if he really wanted
to have six women in his life after all.

   Cleaning up the dishes and all of the pots and pans took about
half-an-hour with fourteen hands all working together and we soon headed
out to the living room once the last dish was in its place.  The living
room was the very picture of a grand lodge with the fire roaring, the
Christmas tree decked out with ornaments and tinsel, and the overstuffed
chairs and couches cleverly arrayed about the room to encourage several
conversations at once.  Ashley took Melissa and sat by the tree with Beth
for a nice time while Rebekah, Claire, and Karen cuddled together on a
couch like the friends that they are to chat the way close girlfriends do.
I was pleased to have Matt slide in next to me on another couch where he
wrapped his arms around me and we held court on the success of the evening.


   Matt was going on about the gravy when I recall that I looked around the
room at all the happy faces and realized how truly happy I was.  The warm
glow of the fire and the delicate colors of the Christmas lights were
reflected ever so gently on the smiling face of each person.  I found
myself crying a few tears of joy as it occurred to me that I'd never been
happier in all of my life.  I had everything I never knew I wanted until
that very moment, my sister with my baby girl and herself with child, a
loving man with his arms wrapped securely around myself and our second baby
in my warm belly, and four women who were fast becoming the best friends
I'd ever had.  No worries about jobs, careers, schools, parents, or bills.
Just an easy life of sharing love with one another.

   "Here now, what's this?" Matt whispered, deftly lifting a tear from my
cheek with his fingertip.

   "Matt," I snuffled, "I've never been happier in all of my life.  Never."

   He pulled me close to let me rest my head on his shoulder and then he
draped his arm around me to caress my belly while I drifted off to sleep.

   Much later, with the fire reduced to glowing embers, he woke me and took
me upstairs to his room.  As he was helping me up the stairs I noticed that
everyone else had already gone off to bed themselves, politely leaving me
undisturbed with Matt.

   I'd figured we'd just cuddle up and go to sleep but I could see that
Matt was wanting me.  His look wasn't one of lust, but of love and we
shared a gentle kiss as he undressed me and tucked me into the covers. 
Then he flicked off the light and I heard his clothes slip to the floor. 
Slipping into bed he cuddled up to me, guiding me to roll over to my side,
facing away from him.  He pulled close to me and I felt his need in the
strength of his arms.  There was something different with Matt this
evening, his usual lust always telegraphed an urgency to me and he'd get
right into the main act right off, tonight he was unusually patient and
gentle, almost as if he could handle not having me.  It was like he read my
mnd when he whispered in my ear.

   "We don't have to if you don't want to, I'm happy just being with you
and our baby." He cuddled me even tighter against him.

   Honestly, being six months along I wasn't really in the mood to have
sex, but his gentleness and his patience made me want him.  I slowly arched
my back and felt his warm cock slip up between my thighs and he gave a
little bit of a moan in response.  I was a little dry at first, but he just
gently massaged his eager cock between my pussy lips until my body began to
respond to him and I gradually felt his cock slide into me.  He was
magnificently gentle as he genuinely made love to me, his short thrusts
allowed him a little deeper into me with each gentle effort.  It seemed an
eternity before I finally felt the head of his cock kiss the bud of my
cervix, and then he simply held still inside of me.  I went to move and he
held me tightly.

   "Shhh, I just want to be in you, be with you...shhhhh." He whispered it
in my ear like a wish or a need, not like the commands he'd usually give to
me in bed.  My heart glowed with a newfound love for this man; I'd loved
him as the father of my babies and now I just loved him for who was to me
right this moment.  He stroked my hair and caressed my body all over and
only once in while did I feel him move inside of me.  I realized that he
wasn't making love to me for his needs, he was just making love to me to
make me feel loved.  I'd always felt like a hopeless romantic, but now I'd
found the kind of love that most women can only dream of and the calm
assurance of that feeling allowed me to slip into a peaceful sleep.  Before
I nodded off I wondered at the miracle of how intimate the moment was with
my man filling my body and my body filled with his child.

   Matt later told me that he'd made love to me all night long as he found
the act of trust I'd made by falling asleep in his arms to be the most
erotic thing that had ever happened to him.  I don't know if I came during
the night, but I do know I awoke the next morning with his loving cock
still deep inside of me and his sleeping breath warm on my neck and I felt
more bliss than any orgasm had ever given me.

   The morning sun rose through the window and Matt finally awoke and
slipped from me as I lay quietly in the covers.  I heard him rise and
gather his clothes and he let himself out, trying not to disturb me.  It
was a wonderful reverie I had, looking off at the snow-capped peaks of the
Rockies, the crisp blue sky, and the lingering warmth of Matt's body next
to me.  I really wondered if the morning could be any more beautiful when
Ashley quietly opened the door to bring me my Melissa.  Ashley had bathed
and fed her and then decided to see if I'd take her for a while and I
gladly agreed.  When Ashley left the room I sat up in the bed and took
Melissa into my arms and cuddle her into a cute bout of cooing and giggles.
I slipped Melissa's little jumper off and held her soft body close to my
breasts and was rewarded when she went to suckle at me, even though it had
been some time.  To my pleasant surprise my milk had come up and my morning
was completed by the motherly joy of feeding my baby girl.

   With that moment I knew I was to be with Matt for the rest of my life
and that I'd gladly give him all the children I could.  I'd always thought
of him as Matt and as the father of my babies before, but thereafter I
always thought of him as my husband.  I wondered why I didn't feel the
least bit jealous about sharing him and when we all gathered together for
New Year's I again realized how much I loved Ashley and the other women and
it suddenly seemed perfectly natural to want to share Matt with them.

   It was sometime in early January, just after Matts' thirty-second
birthday, when Claire told me the old Mormon term for women in a plural
marriage: 'sister-wives'.  Especially in Ashley's case, this did indeed
seem the right thing to call them.  I felt closer to these women than just
friends and even Ashley was closer to me than she'd been before. 
'Sister-wives' was a good term to describe our unique relationship.
Well, it was true to a lesser extent with Beth, and definitely true with
Claire as she and Matt made it clear that she had joined our family.  The
two of them would sit together talking after dinner some nights while the
rest of played games or watched a movie and I was just certain that she was

making love to Matt when she could.

   One night after everyone else had gone off to bed I'd stayed up reading
a book in the library and decided to go get a nice warm cup of herbal tea
to settle me down for the night.  I left the little reading light on in the
library and quielty made my way through the house heading for the kitchen.
All of the lights were off in the living room except that the light from
the fire was brighter than it should be with everyone off to bed.  Deciding
to check on the fire I padded around the furniture and found myself looking
at Matt and Claire.  They were so beautiful together.

   The thick sheepskins we all sat on when we'd perch around the fire were
all in a big, soft pile and the flickering light of the fire was warmly
reflected on Matt and Claire's naked skin.  Claire was on her back and her
legs were spread with her knees up on either side of Matt's gently
thrusting body.  My tea was forgotten as I quietly eased myself into one of
the big, comfy chairs to watch their mutual intimacies unfold.

   From the darkness where I sat I had a sort of diagonal view of the
lovers with their feet towards me and their kissing lips to the fire place.
Immediately I could see that Claire was not at all complaining about Matt's
passion for her as her hands would pull at his rising ass to draw him back
into her body.  Their kissing was intense and passionate and I could only
imagine how Claire must've felt in the warmth of the fire, sandwiched
between the comfort of the plush sheepskins and the loving man on top of
her.  The thought made me feel a tingle of arousal in my own body.

   Matt's hand busily kneaded one of Claire's generous breasts and even in
the dim firelight I could see the bud of her nipple, erect with the
pleasure of attention.  She lifted one of her feet to caress Matt's leg and
he responded with a deep thrust that made her moan out loud.  Her neck
arched back away from their kiss and then he brushed her hair aside and
buried his face into her neck, kissing her exposed flesh.  He thrust deeply
into Claire's belly once again to bring yet another, louder, moan from her
lips.  Matt's fervor relaxed a bit and so did Claire at which point I
realized her moans were of discomfort, not pleasure.  Still new to the
wonders of being with a man, I knew that Claire was reeling from the
painful, joyful sensation of Matts' cock probing to her very depths.

   Slowly, his ardor renewed without the deep thrusting and his ass rose in
a steady rhythm between Claires knees.  His hands came up to her sides and
then he lifted himself off of her until he was in a push-up over her body.
Claire let her arms drape about her head and I saw a satisfied smile on her
face as she looked up at Matt in the firelight.  His ass rose again and I
found my hand drifting to my own pussy as I realized the only touch they
had at that moment was where their bodies met as one.  Claires feet came
down to the sheepskin and she scooted herself towards Matt a bit and then
spread her legs out wide to invite his cock into her, an invitation he
repeatedly accepted.

   Once again, her lips told the story of his cock plowing too deply into
her and he went to back off a little.  Her hands came up to his hips and
pulled him tightly to her body, embedding the rutting cock firmly against
her cervix.

   "Unnggghhh!!" she gasped, yet still drawing him tightly to her.  Despite
the pain she clearly needed his cock deep in her belly.  His body began to
show a sheen of sweat in the light of the flames and I knew it couldn't be
long before he'd have to have his pleasure in her.

   With a sudden move, Matt fell on top of Claire and rolled her over until
she was on top of him.  Their mating interrupted by the change of position,
Claire lifted herself to a sitting position on Matts loins and then rose
up.

   The sight of his cock glistening with Claires wetness was no small shock
to me.  In all the times I'd been with Matt I'd never seen the tool of his
manhood quite like this and now I was seeing it in all its turgid, rampant
glory.  Wet, hard, and throbbing along its length I looked at it and time
stood still for me as I took in its every detail.  It was no wonder that he
could inflict pain with that tool of his, it wasn't terribly thick in
relation to its length, but it was easily eight inches long!  The thought
of that wonderful cock penetrating deep into my belly made me wet almost
instantly.  I was fascinated as Claire then took it in her hand and held
its tip to her body and then settled herself, slowly, around it.  Inch by
glorious inch it disappeared into her pussy until the crack of her ass
cleft down onto his balls.  She had that thing all the way inside of her!
When she lifted up again I was sure she'd get off of it, but then she came
down on it again, hard.

   "Ohhh!" her little voice rang through the room as she impaled herself on
him.  She sat there a moment and then his hands came up her body, lingering
on her breasts, then moving up to her neck and drawing her down to his
chest.  Their lips met in a beautiful, impassioned kiss and then I
witnessed the wonder of his ample cock as it began to pump in and out of
her pussy.  His need was great and I saw his pace increase, bit by bit,
until that tool of his was plowing Claire enough to make a wet, slapping
sound as their mating built to a hot, lustful fury.  She rose up on his
thrusting cock, his hands rising to her breasts and holding her up on him.
Moaning quietly and running her hands through her touseled hair, her head
rolled about her neck until she let it fall back.  With her face to the
ceiling she let out a thin wail of joy as her orgasm swept her heaving
body. I can only imagine what that had been like for Matt as he grabbed her
hips and plunged himself up, up, up into the woman, impossibly deep into
her body.  I heard him sigh and saw that lovely cock throb into Claire, the
balls jerking as they shot their loads of sperm into her waiting womb.

   Matt withdrew his meat from her and slammed it deep into her again as he
let loose another torrent of his come into the inner chamber of her lovely
young form.

   Wasted from their passion, Claire fell on Matts chest and lay there, her
back rising and falling rapidly as she sought to catch her breath and
recover from the furious mating she'd just been part of.  I watched for a
little bit as the two lovers shared a few more intimate kisses and his cock
made a few more thrusts into Claires sperm-soaked pussy.  Finally, she
reached for her panties and held them around his softening cock as she
lifted from him, clasping the cotton cloth to her dripping pussy as the
limp cock fell free from its grasp.

   With no small effort she rose to her feet and gathered her things to
make her way upstairs.  I watched her walk and realized how sore she must
be from the way she almost limped up the steps.  My gaze returned to Matt
where he lay on the sheepskins gathering his strength to get up.  Some
minutes went by as he lay there with his limp cock drooling sperm onto his
belly and finally he pulled on his boxers and padded up the stairs. 
Shortly, I heard his shower start up.  Shaking myself from my reverie I
went off to get that cup of tea.

   It was no small effort for me to get back to reading Tom Clancy's latest
tome about the adventures of Jack Ryan.  No matter how I tried, though,
Clancy just couldn't get my focus back from my thoughts of the evening. 
The clock was just coming up on one in the morning when I sipped my last of
the tea and closed the book for the night.

   Chapter Eight *************

   March had finally come and gone and April was upon us.  The weather was
letting up in the low country but we were still getting more snow up at
Basington and Matt said we could now expect the road to be deep in snow
until at least the middle of May.  So we all more or less continued with
life and waited to see what would happen with our little group when the
spring thaw opened up a way out for all of us.  What would happen then?

   It was no small matter of discussion among all of us.  Matt couldn't
hide the fact that he was worried about his potential legal problems should
one of the girls go to the authorities about his 'hobby' and he was mostly
worried about what Karen and Rebekah had planned.  Ashley and I were just
about ready to pop and the thought of having Matt going off to jail just as
we were having our babies was pretty scary.  Beth had started to show just
a little and Claire missed her period at the end of March and we were all
fairly certain that she'd be needing our maternity clothes soon enough.

   Matt was off hunting one day when Ashley, Beth, Claire, and myself had
an impromptu meeting in the kitchen about our possible future circumstances
should Karen and Rebekah turn Matt into the police.  We all knew the two
holdout girls quite well after a winter together and we knew they'd never
be able to just leave things alone if they went back to the world.  Ashley
and I had the most to lose and it was strange that Claire was the one who
broached the idea of killing them.  I was really shocked that quiet little
Claire would think of such a thing!  She rationalized the whole thing by
saying that we had five children to think about.

   "Hitler had his reasons for killing the Jews.", said our only male
voice.

   We were ashamed to find Matt had been in the mud room off the kitchen
listening to our conspiracy unfold.

   "I'd rather just go to jail then kill them.  It's not like I'm all
Mister Goody-Goody or anything, but murder just isn't anything I'll
tolerate.  I hope I'm clear on that?  Other than that, well, that's up to
you."

   We all four nodded in agreement as Matt headed upstairs to take a hot
shower.  He was funny; he didn't want us conspiring to murder anyone, but
he didn't want to stop us from conspiring all together!  We were just
getting into one of Beth's elaborate ideas when...

   "Aaahnnngh!"

   Did I say that?

   "Ah....ngh!...shit!"

   I looked down at my feet as my water broke and splashed onto the tiled
floor and recognized the familiar pain of contractions.  The three girls
helped me to the bathroom shower when I told them I wanted a warm shower to
relax me for what was to come anytime now.  Ashley, herself expecting at
any moment, became flushed from the exertion and stress of getting me to
the bathroom and she had helped me into the shower when we all had another
surprise.

   Ashley looked at me with surprise, shock, and joy as we all heard her
own water break and splash out into the shower pan.  I looked down and saw
the mixture of blood, fluid, and mucus swirling around the drain and then I
hugged my little sister.

   "I guess we'll both be Aunties now!"

   I was really surprised by Ashley and how easy she'd made it look.  The
four of us had stripped down naked and were crowded into the shower
comforting each other and being comforted by the others.  It was kind of
funny when Ashley and I found ourselves comforting Claire and Beth when
they were crying for us!  What really set off the day was when, after just
an hour of labor, Ashley grabbed hold of one of the rails in the shower and
squatted down with a contraction.

   "Claire," who was right behind Ashley, "better catch the baby."

   With such precious little ceremony did I become an Aunt to my first
nephew, Michael.  It was eight painful hours later when Ashley became an
Aunt to Melissa's new sister Lauren.  I will say that I was thrilled to see
that Lauren had her father's hair and eyes and would be a counterpoint to
my beautiful Melissa.  After the lengthy and very painful labor I was
content to leave Lauren to the girls and go to bed for the night.

   The morning came early and I was up before dawn to answer the demands of
my hungry little girl.  I pulled open my robe and drew her to my breast and
thrilled to having her so close to me.  I was pleasantly surprised when
Karen came into the room and quietly sat next to me and caressed Lauren's
soft back.

   "She's beautiful."

   That was the whole conversation she had with me and she got up to leave
as silently as she'd arrived.

   Over the next week Karen cozied up to me much more than in the months
past and spent a lot of time with myself and my two girls.  I wondered what
was going on in her head when one day she just started asking very detailed
questions about sex.  It went on for an hour or so when I just got right to
the point.

   "Karen, why don't you just try it?"

   She looked at me like I'd slapped her.  I was expecting her to cry or
get pissed or something and then the truth came out.

   "I'm just afraid of getting pregnant like all of you did.  I just don't
want a baby."

   It was an easy step from that point to discussing the fact that there
was an ample supply of unused and, up to no at least, un-needed condoms.  I
think Karen really wanted me to convince her that she could be with Matt
and not worry about getting pregnant.  I decided to take the bull by the
horns and got out a nice bottle of port to, uh, 'prime the pump' and it was
maybe another hour or so when Karen had a ready glow going on and I figured
it was time to invite Matt to my room.

   I left the baby with Ashley and explained what Karen wanted to Matt and
he thought it was great that she wanted him.  When we got back to the room
Karen was a little surprised to see Matt but the port wine had made her
inhibitions fade far, far away.  I excused myself while the two of them
talked a bit and slipped into the closet instead of out the door so I could
watch.  Yeah, I'm a voyeur!

   Matt dragged out the evening and I guess this was part of his strategy
since he got Karen to finish most of the port.  Then he went to work.  In
the middle of some serious kissing and grinding he undressed the two of
them faster than I can undress myself sober!  Gently, he laid Karen back on
the bed and made a little ceremony about putting on the condom in front of
her.  I couldn't see too well from the closet, but he soon laid down on her
in the classic missionary position and a high pitched little squeak from
Karen told me that she was getting herself fucked and she was getting
fucked by a pro.

   He reached over to the nightstand and turned on the radio and flicked
off the light so only a dim nitelite illuminated the room.  I opened the
closet door for a better view and was treated to a side-on view of Matt's
ass rising and falling over Karen's grasping body.  His cock was clearly
buried in the drunken girl and her lewdly outstretched thighs told the tale
of her wanton lust finally being unleashed.  They went on and on until I
saw her legs rise up around Matt's thighs and I knew she was cumming on her
very first time!  Matt kept her going until she was breathless and then he
rose off of her.

   "Let's try something else.", he said.

   He rolled Karen over onto her belly and then pulled her hips up to meet
his.  She got up on all fours and then Matt pushed her in the middle of her
back until her head rested on the pillows again with her little ass pointed
back at Matt's latex-covered cock.

   "I think you're gonna like this."

   I nearly giggled out loud when Matt reached down to his cock and quietly
slipped off the condom, dropping it to the carpet, and then mounting Karen
with his bare, naked cock.  I wished it was me getting that cock and I got
wet just thinking about it.  I could see the ecstasy on his face as he
slipped his glorious length into the unknowing girl.  Her ass rushed
backward to meet the thrusting cock as Karen enjoyed the wild abandon of
what she thought was a recreational fucking.

   It was such a treat to watch Karen thrust herself back to meet Matt's
burrowing tool.  He ran his hands over her back and then leaned into her to
wrap his arms around her and minister to her dainty breasts.  His pace
slowed and he pulled the girl up to his chest.  It was beautiful to see
them kissing, her head turned over her shoulder to meet his lips all the
while her body was impaled by his length.  It was too much for Matt.

   He drove himself deep into the unknowing girl and she gave a little cry
as he drove himself into a place she didn't know anyone could reach.  Matt
pushed her face back down to the bed and I saw on his face the serious look
he'd get just before he'd come.  He lovingly ran his hands over the globes
of her ass as his cock slipped back and forth between them with greater
urgency.  Finally, his face screwed up in a grimace of pent up sexual
energy and I knew, right at that second, that Karen's pussy was being
bathed with proven sperm.

   As Matt slowed down from his lust Karen still thrust herself back on the
softening cock trying to keep the moment going.

   "Sweetie, I don't think I have anything left for you right now." He
pulled the dripping cock from it's warm, slickened sleeve.  "Howzabout we
go take a little shower, okay?"

   The poor, naiive girl didn't notice her pussy spilling come down her
legs as the two freshly mated lovers padded to the shower.  Matt told me
later that he fucked her again in the shower and the stupid girl didn't
even ask about the condom!

   By the first of May when her period was late, that was when she asked
about the condom and Matt honestly told her that she'd be another
baby-filled mommy at Basington.