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This is a hard hitting tale, a no holds barred look at sexual awakening and family life in the fifties and sixties. On the surface normality, underneath a seething mass of lust, sex, brutality, hate, drugs, control and betrayal.
Four girls. Lily Jackson, Angela (Angie) Johnson, Lucille (Luce) James and Charlotte (Charlie) Boyd-Jenson attend the same school. It's the sixties and they want to have fun. Life, however, has other ideas for them.
Theirs is a story of secret lives. They start out fresh, a blank slate until life marks them, each in different ways, leading to their final disillusionment.
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The HE in Lily's life was the shadowy figure of the dreams that haunted her life.
Sex for Lily was all about control.
The absence of a HE in Angie's life and the indifference of her mother had caused her to find solace in the arms of women.
Sex for Angie was only possible with someone of the same gender.
The HE in Luce's life had made her realise that love was just a myth.
Sex for Luce had been a disaster and she could not fathom what was so great about it.
The HE in Charlie's life dominated every part of her terrifying existstence and drove her towards her final act of defiance.
Sex for Charlie was painful and humiliating.
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Lily sat looking at her coffee, long cold the unappetising skin congealed; she moved this to one side as she thought about her life.
'What life, I'm not yet twenty-one.'
She signalled the waitress to bring her another coffee, while she waited she thought back over the past few days. the blood was definitely the worst, how much blood did one person have in their body. She shuddered; would she ever forget the blood.
"You all Right Miss?" a concerned voice asked.
Lily nodded as the waitress placed a steaming coffee in front of her, removing the cold mug she walked away leaving Lily to remember how and when it all started.
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At the tender age of fifteen she had learned a hard lesson men weren't to be trusted. Anger took the place of hurt. The bastard. Where did he get of treating her like that. No one would do that to Lily Jackson again, no one.
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Oh my, what was Nell doing kissing her secret place, where only the creep and Angie's inquiring hands had ever quested. She gasped as she felt Nell's tongue dart out, licking her skin. The tongue continued its journey, Angie could feel stirrings deep inside something she had never experienced before. The tongue became more insistent as it pursued its journey; Nell was making small sounds deep in her throat as she probed ever deeper. Angie arched her back rising up allowing Nell to grab her hips while forcing her tongue into quicker and fiercer movement. Angie was melting. Every fibre of her being was centred between her legs. Her very essence was gathering and swelling under the pressure of Nell's tongue. She was going to burst, the pleasure so intense it was painful. She rode the tide until it burst. Every part of her trembling. Little beads of moisture escaped to run down her inner thigh; Nell caught these with her tongue making Angie shudder once more. Now the intensity had passed she felt a languid calm suffuse her body. She slumped onto the bed and opened her eyes. Nell moved up the bed, took her in her arms and held her.
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Luce was alone again. Alone with this monster tearing her apart. All the injection had done was numb her leg and made her light headed. As the pain tore into her again she felt a lurch deep inside. What had the harridan said about pushing. It happened again; Luce screamed as loud as she could, beyond care. The harridan was back along with a small woman and a doctor.
"Hello dear." He said softly. "I'm going to deliver your baby. Nurse will give you some gas and air while I check you over."
His face withdrew as the small nurse put a mask over her face. Luce felt great, she floated away, above the pain, away from the ogre, away from what she had to do, the pain was miles away someone had wrapped her in a woolly blanket
"Push."
She pushed.
"Stop."
She stopped.
"Push again."
She pushed again.
"We have the head, the shoulders are stuck."
Luce laughed.
"Take that gas away." said a voice. The mask was torn from her face.
She made a feeble attempt to grab the mask laughing as she saw her hand flopping around, seemingly without support. Another pain tore through her she pushed bearing down as hard as she could. Her body had taken over. It knew what to do even if she didn't. She felt something warm and wet between her legs then had the sensation of wetting herself again.
Then nothing.
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He laughed. Without warning the belt swung, catching her below the knees. She opened her mouth to scream but was stopped by his hand clamping down, bruising her mouth. She stared at him over his hand, the hairs on his fingers tickling her nose giving her an insane desire to laugh. The belt struck again, taking her by surprise, the force causing blood to spot onto her white pants and her thighs to explode with pain. She screamed, this time no hand clamped down the sound echoed around the empty room. He laughed, told her to scream all she liked, no one would hear her. The attack continued. The rise and fall of the belt, the sickening thud as it hit her flesh; the only sound Charlie's screams.
"Look at me slut."
Charlie looked along the length of her body to see him standing at the bottom of the bed. He was naked the body hair curling around his, to Charlie's inexperienced eyes, enormous penis. It stood up, hard and quivering, as he looked down at her. She started to shake; he was so cold so calm. There was no anger, no rage, just a deadly calm.
"Do you know what I am going to do girl?" Not expecting an answer he continued, "I am going to teach you respect."
This made no sense to Charlie, then none of it did. Had she, like Alice, fallen into a surreal world over which she had no control. She was a bystander at her own execution. Lifting her he removed her pants throwing them to the floor, stepping on them as he pulled her towards him by her bra. The strap cut deep into her breasts as her back arched, the cotton ripped to leave it dangling from his large hairy hand. She fell back onto the bed the breath forced from her body as he fell on top of her.
The pain, the pain was something Charlie would never get over. Terrified she tried to close her legs. A fist connected with the side of her head and she slumped semi concious. The room swam around her as he forced her legs further apart entering her. Charlie was being torn in two. The force, the pain, hurting, pain she was going to die; he was going to kill her. As the room swirled around her she pushed her face into the pillow to stifle her screams. He withdrew roughly turning her over, his face looming above hers. His mouth covered hers his teeth grinding against hers as he thrust his tongue deep Instinctively she bit down tasting blood. Pain exploded on both sides of her head as he used his fists to pummel her head making her release his tongue. He forced himself into her tearing the delicate skin as rearing up he thrust harder and harder, the blood from his bitten tongue dripping onto her body. She knew now that she was in hell; she had died and gone straight to hell. Her father was breathing hard, his body shuddered as with a great sigh he pulled away spilling his seed across the white bedspread of her mother's bed.
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She made herself touch him hearing him moan with desire.
"Climb on the table and we can have some fun." she whispered.
He lay on the table his dick at full attention. His head slipping to one side as his eyes glazed. Lily trailed her hands over his body as she walked to the head of the table. buttoning up the coat she put a scarf, taken from her bag, over her hair. She put the bottle back in her bag. She leant over him so that he was forced to look upwards his eyes hardly focussing at all.
"L-i-l-y."
She smiled down at him as she picked up the scalpel. One nick; the vein on his neck exploded, the blood shooting straight out. He sighed...
