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 Ouroboros by The Womb Raider the.womb.raider@gmx.com

   Chapter 1 - Madam, I'm Adam

   My therapist says I should write out what happened to me, as I've never
been able to really discuss what happened in one session.  She said to
write it as if I was telling someone who had no prior knowledge of the
case. She seems to think that by opening up the wound it will prove to be
cathartic or some other SAT word of the day.  I'm not sure if it will work,
but I really don't have much to lose at this point, do I?  So I'll try it.

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   My name is Laurie Hubbard.  I'm 17 now, but was 15 at the time of my
tale of woe.  I was adopted into the Hubbard clan when I was still an
infant.  Michael and Ruth (those are my parents) had been trying to get
pregnant for years, unsuccessfully.  Rounds of IVF had gotten them nowhere.
In the end they decided that if they couldn't have natural children, they
would adopt.  That's where I come into the picture.  I don't know a lot
about my birth mother, just that I was the result of a teen pregnancy after
a date rape.

   For most people that would be a blow to their psyche, to know that the
only reason they exist is because their mother was forced to have sex. 
Michael and Ruth always told me that I was adopted, but not the
circumstances of my conception until I was around 11 or 12.  It was done
with a lot of love, and assurances that I was loved.  So it never really
bothered me, as weird as that sounds.

   It was a couple months after my adoption was finalized that Ruth and
Michaels miracle happened.  It seems God is not without a sense of humor.
After giving up on natural children, Michael went and knocked up Ruth the
old fashioned way.  I still laugh about it.

   I can never remember being treated any different than Gabe (Gabriel). 
He had an older sister to follow around, and I had a pip-squeak little
brother to blame everything on.  Not that I would EVER do that.  Hehehehehe

   Really, I was a good kid.  As Michael and Ruth were both Mormon, that's
how we were raised.  So we always had a structure to keep us out of trouble
for the most part.

   While I was legally their daughter and shared their last name, there was
no doubt my branch was a graft onto the Hubbard family tree.  While Michael
and Gabe had perpetually tan skin, brown hair and eyes, and Ruth was blond
with blue eyes, I was the odd duck.  Just by looking at me you knew I had a
LOT of Irish in me, as I had the stereotypical flaming red hair and green
eyes.  Try as I might, I could also never tan.  My skin would go from the
color of sour cream to matching my hair if I spent any more than 15 minutes
in the sun.  It was a curse, but at least I never had to worry about tan
lines.  Burn lines, on the other hand...  but I'm getting off track here.

   So, like I said, I was 15 when it all happened.  We were all going to be
going overseas to Ethiopia to help with one of the service projects our
church does.  I think we were going to be helping bring a water source to a
village or something like that.

   At least, that was the plan.  A week before we were scheduled to leave,
Dad got a call from someone in some basement of the state department,
saying there was a problem with my passport.  Apparently, during my
adoption, someone from the agency got sloppy, and there was a discrepancy
between my birth certificate and the adoption paperwork.  Long story short?
If I left the country without it being cleared up, I wouldn't be allowed
back in.

   So the trip was essentially canceled.  No refunds, no exchanges.  While
we aren't rich, we are well off.  Dad's veterinary clinic was pretty
prosperous.  Still, it seemed like a waste of good money, and I hated to
see that.  I eventually talked Mom & Dad into letting me stay home while
they went off to feed, clothe, and convert the "fuzzy-wuzzy tribe" of
Ethiopia.  Better to lose the value of one ticket, rather than all four.

   They jokingly made me promise no parties while they were gone.  Yeah,
right.  I've never been to a real party, much less thrown one.  I know it
sounds boring, but I was a good girl.  I anticipated a long week of
sleeping in, watching TV, playing on Facebook, and going to church.

   So, a week later, I was waving goodbye to them as they loaded their
suitcases into the back of the cab and were whisked away.

   I never realized how quiet a house can be when you take the people out
of it.  I know that sounds stupid, but I had never known the house to be
that quiet, it was unnerving.

   So, when Adam called, wanting to see if I would like some company, I
gladly took him up on the offer.  I figured we would just hang out, watch a
couple movies, and order a pizza.  Normal stuff, you know?  When he asked
if Eric and Bryan could come over too, I thought the more the merrier.

   When they showed up, Eric and Bryan immediately headed for the pool.  I
didn't mind, mi casa es su casa, right?

   So Adam and I were just hanging out on the couch, watching Fellowship of
the Ring for the fifteenth million time.  We were on opposite ends of the
couch, and I had my feet up toward the center.  Frodo had just been stabbed
when I felt Adam start to gently rub my feet.  I didn't think anything of
it, it felt good, and I trusted him.

   By the time the party was in Rivendale, Adam was rubbing my calves. 
Weird..  but..  meh, what the hell.

   When I felt his hands above my knees, I started to think something was
wrong.  I sat up, took his hands, gave them a squeeze, and put them back on
my feet.  "There, that should give him the message", I thought.

   Apparently Adam was hard of hearing, as soon his hands were back on my
thighs.  "Ok there, Ad's...  enough of that." I told him, placing his hands
on the couch.

   Looking back on it now, I should have recognized the look in his eye. 
The look of a predator getting ready to pounce on its prey.  But I was
stupid, my thinking clouded by supposed friendship.

   I gasped when suddenly his hand snaked right between my thighs, cupping
me.  Frozen.  By the time I could start to protest, he was grinding his
hand against my vagina through my shorts.

   "No!  Stop!" I told him, trying to pry his hand out from between my
legs.

   But he didn't stop.  Throwing his weight against me, he pinned me under
him as he mauling me.  I tried to hit him, but he easily captured my free
hand in his, holding it above my head.  He pulled his other hand from
between my legs and ran it up my body, pawing at my breasts.  I tried to
punch him with my weak hand, but that was quickly captured as well. 
Holding both my wrists in his one hand above my head, Adam began to run his
hand up and down my squirming body.

   "Please, Adam, stop.  You're hurting me.  I don't want to do this!" I
protested.

   He didn't care, reaching down he undid the tie on my shorts and forced
them down, along with my panties.

   "NO!" I yelled a him.

   But it was no use.  He inched my shorts and panties down to my knees,
then down and off my legs.  I was bared to him.

   I never even saw him wiggle out of his jeans, but before I knew it, Adam
was on top of me, his hard penis probing my slit.  I felt him bounce around
against me down there before, with a shudder, he found my entrance.  He
began to push.

   "No, no, no, no, no, no!" I said over and over as I felt him keep
pushing.

   "Shut up, Laurie.  Just shut up!" Adam husked into my ear, then pushed
hard against me.

   "Aaaaaiiiiiieeeeee!" I squealed, feeling him shatter my virginity, and
lodge deep inside me.

   All that was going through my head was "Oh God!  Oh God!  Oh God!  He's
in me!  He's inside me!  I'm being raped.  I'M BEING RAPED!!!"

   I didn't realize how futile it was, now that he was jabbed up inside me,
and kept kicking my legs around his rising and falling hips, trying to find
some purchase to push him out of me.  To make what was happening to me
unhappen.

   Over and over Adam thrust into me.  It burned down there, like someone
had lit a bonfire inside me.

   Adam was grunting like a rutting pig into my ear as he took his pleasure
from me.

   How long did it go on?  Days.  Years, Decades, Eons.

   Then, almost as quickly as it happened, it ended.  No fireworks, no huge
sign..  Adam suddenly gasped in my ear and plugged himself deep into me. 
Then he came inside me.

   I don't know what I was expecting it to feel like.  I knew guys shot
their stuff..  but I was expecting..  I don't know, like a volcanic
eruption.  That's not what happened.  Suddenly I felt Adam's penis start to
kick hard inside me again and again, then I felt a flash of wet heat to
signal what had just happened inside my abused vagina.

   As I looked up at him, Adam had a big contented smile on his face. 
"Mmmmm..  yeah..  that felt REALLY good" he said to me as he slowly dragged
his diminishing penis from me.

   "Well then, share and share alike!" cawed a voice from the other side of
the room.  Looking over I saw Bryan and Eric standing in the doorway,
smiling at me.

   ~~~ END PART ONE ~~~~

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