A Little About Loneliness !

By Barb Bondage

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The morning, after the birthday, I left Monica's without having sex. It wasn't that I didn't want to ... because ... of course I want to more than anything. Well ... almost anything.

I'm not saying that I didn't play around ... twisting her clit ... ramming my souvenir dildo into her ass ... but ... we never had passionate ... loving ... emotionally satisfying ... sex. I want more from Monica that just plain fucking her would get.

Now ... she and Dungeonmaster are at a seminar ... I am alone in the Blowout office ... the internet is running fine ... I am answering the Advice Pages as best I can and checking out the Chat Room . It is a slow night and there aren't any ass holes in the room and the questions in advice are fun but easy.

Basically ... I'm bored to death and that isn't good.

I don't handle loneliness well. I never did. I hate my father and resent my mother because she didn't stop the fucking bastard. Now ... I realize that she couldn't because my father would beat her whenever she took my side. About the only thing that I could do to get away from him was have my period ... or ... fake it. I would wear a Kotex during the times that I didn't want father's abuse. That was before.

But ... it's like I am dreaming ... one time ... it is early spring ... the grass was very green ... the sky a powder blue ... my father starts fondling me ... feeling the Kotex ... turning away ... but he stops ... turns.

"What the fuck's wrong with you", he yells. "You had your period last week." Stepping forward he grabs my shoulders and throws me on the bed. He pulls up my dress up and grabs my panties ... pulling them past my knees ... off my legs ... throwing them across the room ... pulling the belt and Kotex from my pussy. I crawl ... nude ... as he sticks his finger inside me roughly. By this time the tears are rolling down my cheeks as I try to move forward ... away from father ... digging my toes into the bed ... pushing my knees into my chest ... his fingers go deep into my pussy as he feels around the dry interior of my vagina. Pulling his finger out he looks at them and screams, "You fucking lying bitch ... you're not on the rag."

"Mother", I scream as he slaps my butt with his hand ... pushing me onto my face ... lifting his hand ... stretching my pussy as he lifts my knees from the bed. "Mother ... please ... I cry", as father rams his hand deep into my tender vagina.

"You want a period", he yells ... ramming again and again as the blood flows over his wrist and down my thighs. "You want to bleed ... you rotten bitch", father cries as he unzips his pants ... pulls out his cock ... spreads my young thighs ... drives his stiff prick into my dry pussy ... he rams ... rams ... and rams ... as his balls slap my ass ... my head bangs the headboard ... my tears flow onto the pillow. "You want it", he yells as his sweat drips onto my shoulders. I scream in pain.

"Shut up you fucking whore", father yells ... grabbing the Kotex belt ... stuffing the cotton napkin in my mouth ... tying the belt around my head. "Shut up ... or ... I'll have your bloody ass."

"NO ...", I whimper ... emitting no sound as the cotton dries my mouth and muffles my words.

"Bloody ass you'll have", father yells, pulling his cock from my vagina and pushes the bloody head against my ass hole. "Stop fighting ... you little bitch", father screams ... slapping my back with one hand ... positioning his cock with the other ... my ass wiggles ... tries to escape ... but the cock-head follows ... splits ... tears ... enters.

"NO", I scream as father's cock plunges to the hilt in my hole and his hands tear at my vagina ... holding me to him ... pushing deeper ... until ... I feel his mighty body shake as his cum shoots through my gut. His weight falls on me as I am suffocating in the pillows but father doesn't move as I lose consciousness ... lying motionless below him. I dream of rape ... tentacles ... testicles ... wrapping ... darkness ... father's protrusions stuffing every hole ... ramming every opening ... abusing every sexual part of me. My pig-tails fly as I am rousted by father until I fall deeper and deeper into the pit ... wrapped in his awful extensions ... entwined in his terrible abuse ... smothered by his foul smelling cum.

Now ... my feet are spread ... resting on each side of my monitor ... I am in chat ... silent ... the screen's a blur ... I wipe my eyes and someone types ... "What is the matter, BarbB ?" ... but ... I can't type ... nor think ... nor fanaticize of anything but father's stiff cock ramming into my ass.

You know ... I don't handle loneliness well.

Reading my thoughts on a monitor ... dreaming the person in Chat is caring ... thoughtful ... considerate ... emotional ... is not good enough.

I need Monica.

I push my tongue through my teeth ... feeling my ring in the end ... biting the cold gold circle token of Monica's love ... wondering if my tongue-ring would still fit with her clit-ring ... pussy ring ... nipple ring. Oh ... how I want her right now .... to feel her lips on mine .... her soft hands on my breasts ... my hands on her blue-white skin ... my ring attached to her ring. I miss her so much.

"Monica ... where are you", I type into Chat ... someone types ... "How are you, BarbB ?" ... "Fine!" ... I type ... lying ... crying ... not about my experiences with father ... but ... with loneliness.

I don't handle loneliness well.

Yours, BarbB




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