Broken Promises [Part III]

We rejoin our heroine now ten years old -
still covering up the bruises with faulty smiles
and shielding the pain with linen and lace
to conform as close to "perfect" in her parents eyes.

A baby sitter was in order for her younger sibling and her
as the parents went out midday to get drugs; high and drunk -
a half mile walk to the sitters house and up a gaint hill -
our heroine held her brother as they knocked on the Victorian door.

Greeted by the master of the house and led into the dining room -
the sitter came and told them to change - they were going swimming.
So our heroine and sibling headed to the basement; each to their own rooms.
As our heroine was changing, there came a knock at the door.

Slowly the door creaked open and the master glided in -
shutting the door quietly behind him, he approached our heroine;
picking her up gently from her under arms, he sat her on the table
and with such a handsome smile, he carassed her tender cheek.

Told not to scream and not to move, our heroine quivered.
the master [leaned in and] began kissing her neck as his hands roamed her body -
biting her lip in fear and dread, our heroine sobbed silently -
she could feel the masters tongue dance on her neck.

His powerful hands forced apart her legs and slid her panties down -
he jammed his forefinger forcefully into her now tainted youth.
Our heroine sobbed even louder but was silenced by his hand,
alternating between kissing and fingering, the master drove on.

Blood poured from what was once her innocence
as he continued on - ramming harder and faster.
Quickly he ripped the rest of her clothes off and trailed kisses to her thighs
and without question, rammed his tongue into her youth.

Again she cried out in pain and was back handed -
tears flowed down her scarlet cheeks as his fingers danced on her nipples -
yelp after yelp was engulfed behind the force of the masters hands
and then he dropped his pants and began to pleasure himself.

Gliding the tip of his manhood against the inside of her thigh,
our heroine sobbed uncontrollably.
Then with a mighty thrust, he forced himself inside of her
and she felt her insides tear as she yelled out in pain.

He withdrew and pleasured himself in front of her until he came -
squirting his liquid all over her mangled body
then proceeded to lick it up; slowly and gracefully -
our heroine sobbed louder than ever.

Pulling his pants up and looking at her, he backed up to the door.
Told not to speak a word for who would believe her over a priest.
Just as silently as he entered, he left; leaving her bloody and sobbing.
Our heroine curled up on the table and cried.

An hour went by before there came a knock at the door -
it was the sitter asking if everything was okay.
Our heroine answered through a shaking voice then cleaned up the mess -
using whatever she could find to soak up the blood.

She cleaned herself off and dried her exhausted eyes -
slowly she slid her clothes back on her tainted body and walked to the door.
The sitter smiled, thinking nothing was wrong and grabbed her hand,
then led her to the pond where her brother was waiting.


Another change...