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Subject: {ASSM} Easter Lily 01: Easter's Family {Georgie Porgie} (BBB/g8g6, M/g6 pedo nc bond rape incest)
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          Don't skip over this disclaimer!  It's important!

       This and other stories by Georgie Porgie can be found at:
                 http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www

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"If the First Amendment means anything, it means that a state has no
business telling a man, sitting alone in his own house, what books he
may read or what films he may watch."  -- Justice Thurgood Marshall

Never let anyone try to tell you that you're not allowed to READ A STORY
because you're under some stupid arbitrary age that changes from country
to country, and year to year.  But if you're under the stupid arbitrary
age at the particular time and place you read this, keep quiet about it.

And never let anyone try to tell you that you're not allowed to READ A
STORY because some people currently in power in the place you live (no
matter if that's your country or your home) have decided THEY don't like
to read what YOU like to read.  But if they've 'banned' this story, then
keep quiet about it reading it.

The author does not condone abuse of any person, by any other person,
regardless of the ages, genders, heritage, or political or biological
relationships between any of the persons involved.  Abuse includes any
activity done without the willing participation of everyone directly
involved, unless done to prevent other abuse under this definition.
But it also includes using force or threats to interfere in, disrupt,
or prevent the activities of others NOT committing abuse under this
definition, by others who are NOT directly involved.  Any person guilty
of abuse under this definition should be arrested to prevent such abuse.

"There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.  Books
are well written or badly written.  That is all."  -- Oscar Wilde

Fantasies are fantasies, and are not real life.  This story is a FANTASY
and if it involves abuse of anyone by anyone else, then nobody should
act that way in real life, nor tolerate anyone else acting that way in
real life.  But neither should anyone object, in real life, to anyone
else's FANTASIES, let alone try to justify real-life abuse because of
them.  In over 30 years of reading and writing stories like this, the
author has NEVER hurt any real person, nor tolerated anyone else doing
so.  Enjoying FANTASIES like this DOES NOT and NEED NOT not make anyone
a monster in real life, as long as they understand that real people are
not to be treated this way.

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This story is Copyrighted (C) by Georgie Porgie.  All rights reserved.
It may be FREELY reposted to any appropriate newsgroup providing all the
following conditions are met:

1. This header remains attached to the story unchanged.
2. The full disclaimers below remain unchanged.
3. The subject line is unchanged, allowing potential readers to decide
   to avoid the story if they wouldn't like it.
4. The story is posted unaltered, either by addition or deletion.

People who flood the newsgroup with a hundred stories, none of which
have story codes, are obnoxious morons wasting the time of everyone
reading the group, and providing nothing of value.  I don't want any
of my stories to be posted by obnoxious morons.

It may be FREELY archived on any appropriate web site providing all the
following conditions are met:

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   rather than rudely BYPASSING all of the descriptions and disclaimers
   that would otherwise be required.
or
1. The web site provides FREE access to the story without restriction
   (including, but not limited to, 'registration' or charging a fee),
2. The link title includes enough description to allow readers to decide
   to avoid the story if they wouldn't like it, and
3. The reader is required to SEE, if not read, the full disclaimers and
   description prior to deciding whether to read the story, just like it
   is on http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www
4. The story is archived unaltered, either by addition or deletion.

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                             Easter Lily

This fantasy involves two sisters at various ages from 4 to 8, their
three older brothers and uncle, and bondage, humiliation, and rape.
It also has a woman in it.  (It was necessary to make the narration
plausible, but that's all.)  It might or might not ever be continued.

I'm not into gore and grossness, so the only bodily fluid you'll find
in the following is tears, and there is no physical injury described.
(If you want that sort of thing, you'll have to imagine it yourself.)
If that doesn't sound like a fantasy you would enjoy, then either don't
read it, or blame yourself.  I'm not forcing anyone to read this fantasy.

As always, this story is not real, has never happened, and I hope
will never happen, and any resemblance to any real or imaginary person,
character, structure, or place is purely an unintentional coincidence.


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                             Easter Lily

                          by Georgie Porgie
                             13 June 1991



                      Chapter 1: Easter's Family

     "Your turn now, Easter," the rapist (oops, the therapist) prompted
her.  "Tell the group why you're here."

     The woman looked around the room at the other people in the group
'therapy' session, wondering why it was supposed to be good for her to
pour out her life experiences to a bunch of untrained and unprepared
idiots selected for the sole criterion of being pretty close to lunatics
themselves.  "I'm supposed to talk about the sexual abuse that I endured
when I was a little girl."  She waited for any response.  One man off in
the darkened corner stopped scratching his neck and raised his head, but
nobody else gave any sign that she'd spoken at all.

     The rapist (oops again) urged her to continue.  She took a deep
breath and began her story.  Nobody interrupted her at all.  They all
sat and looked completely bored, except for the man in the corner, who
never looked away.  She thought it strange that he paid attention now,
as she'd never seen him show any interest in anyone else's tear-jerking
stories of being unable to get the wine stains out of an expensive shirt
or having a slave-driver for a boss who made her type something over if
she made more than ten mistakes in it.  Yet he hung on her every word.

     "From the age of four until about eleven," she complained, "I doubt
I had one single uninterrupted night of sleep without someone coming
into my bedroom and taking his pleasure.  I had three older brothers,
who were 10, 11, and 12 when I turned four.  At first they just made me
undress in front of them, but within two years, they were systematically
humiliating me and torturing me in every conceivable manner.  Often they
raped me repeatedly, all three of them in the same night.  I spent many
nights on the floor, tied naked between my toybox and my little sister's
playpen.  This was before I was seven years old."

     "My uncle was always nice to me, when I was little.  He would hold
me on his lap and hug me, and read me stories.  But when I told him all
about the things my brothers did to me, and made me do, he changed.  He
started doing the same things they did, and worse.  I never told anyone
else after that."

     "Once when my mother went to a movie, she left me with my uncle.  I
was glad to be away from my brothers, at first.  But later I was wishing
I was away from my uncle.  I was named Easter Lily because I was born on
Easter, and this happened right after Easter, a couple weeks after my
sixth birthday.  I was wearing my prettiest Easter dress, and new white
shoes and frilly socks, with everything matching, you know, lacy slip
and lacy panties and all.  I had a white ribbon in my hair, tied into a
cute bow on the side.  I have to admit, I was a very pretty girl then.
Everyone said so, anyway.  My uncle told me how beautiful I was, as soon
as my mother went away.  He took me in his arms, like he always did, to
kiss me.  Only this time, when he lowered me back down, he didn't lower
my dress and slip back down with me.  He held onto them, and began
pulling them over my head.  I was very surprised, and didn't know what
to do at first.  But before he got them past my face, I began struggling
and pulling them back down."

     "At that, he pulled me further into the house, and dragged me up
the stairs and into his bedroom, by my dress.  I started to cry, but he
didn't pay any attention.  I held my dress around me as he lifted me up
and threw me onto his bed.  He pushed me down on my back and yanked, and
my new Easter dress ripped down the front, with only the hems holding
together.  He took a better grip on my slip and easily ripped it aside
also, showing my bare tummy and panties."

     "I started screaming, but no one heard me, or else everyone ignored
me.  I realized he was so much stronger than the boys that I didn't have
a chance of struggling against him, even if there was only one of him
instead of the usual three boys.  He twisted my arm behind me and began
working my panties down.  Believe me, I was screaming for all I was
worth."

     "I kept screaming and struggling all the while he was ripping my
dress and slip to shreds.  He pulled out some small ties and tied my
ankles together and my wrists together behind my back.  He stuffed my
panties into my mouth and tied them there with more rope.  I was laying
on the bed, face down, almost naked except for my socks and shoes and
the ropes."

     "Just then the phone rang and my uncle put it on the speaker phone.
I guess he wanted his hands free so he could rip off the last pieces of
my dress and slip, around my shoulders, while he talked.  It was Mamma
checking on me.  He told her that I had ripped my dress climbing in the
tree in the backyard.  She said to spank me for it, and he promised he
would.  Then he said I wanted to stay overnight, and it was ok with him.
I hoped she would say no, but she didn't, it let her spend more time
with her boyfriend.  That was the beginning of the worst night in my
life up to then, even worse than with my brothers, because he was so
much bigger.  And I don't mean his height, either."

     "All this time I had a little sister, only two years younger than I
was.  She had curly red hair, where mine was long and wavy blond.  The
boys never raped her as far as I know, only made her undress in front of
them and let them tie her up, until she was six years old.  She's named
April May because she was born in late April.  If she had been born a
week later, she would have been named May April.  So her sixth birthday
was about a month after my eighth birthday.  By that time, April and I
always slept together in the same bed.  When the boys would come into my
bedroom to rape me at night, they would pull me out of bed and take me
to their bedroom to rape me, so my crying wouldn't wake up April."

     "On her sixth birthday, we traded places in the bed because she
wanted to and I didn't see any reason not to.  She was asleep, but I was
still awake, waiting for the first of my brothers to come get me.  When
he came in, I could see he was already naked, and ready to rape me.  He
stood over April and pulled the covers down to her knees.  We were both
wearing pink nightgowns with panties underneath.  He lifted her nightgown
up and laid it by her shoulders.  I watched through squinted eyes as he
slowly slid her panties down, without waking her up."

     "I was pretending to be asleep.  I was afraid of what he was going
to do to April, but at the same time I was glad he wasn't doing anything
to me.  He pulled the covers all the way off her, and pulled her panties
all the way past her feet and felt her bottom.  He must have known she
wasn't me, because of her hair and her size.  Just then she woke up and
asked what he was doing.  He just shoved her down and told her to shut
up.  He shoved her nightgown up tight around her shoulders, then turned
her over, face up.  I kept pretending to be asleep, as he pulled her
legs wide apart, got up on top of her, and raped her for at least ten
minutes.  She cried and screamed for help during the whole time.  I just
shut my eyes tight and tried to ignore her pleading.  I was real glad
he wasn't raping me for a change, and also sorry for her.  But a couple
of hours later, my other two brothers came into our bedroom, and without
any caution at all, they threw the covers back, pulled our nightgowns
and panties off of us, and raped us right on our own bed, side by side,
at the same time.  That lasted at least twenty minutes."

     The rapist (oops) interrupted.  "That's all the time we have today.
We'll see you all here next week, right?  Easter, you'll continue with
your story then.  You can tell us more about the night with your uncle.
Everybody remember to bring your fee for my professional services."

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