Abused, Bullied, and Molested This Little Boy Went Through Hell and Learned The Evils of The World As His Innocence Is Taken Away Forever!
She then maneuvered my body until Buddy and I felt a strange sensation. It felt warm and wet. I couldn’t help but whimper, and try to move away in order for me to see what was happening to my lower body, but Margaret placed her hands on my butt, and pulled it towards her.
I almost screamed at the intense, confusing sensations. I started breathing heavily, part from the exhaustion of the “game”, part out of fear, and, as much as it shames me to say it, part from pleasure.
As much as I hate to admit it, what felt uncomfortable and only mildly arousing with my underwear on, felt a lot more intense and pleasurable when I was shoved inside her bear trap. My mind felt disoriented, confused, and disgusted at the wet feeling below my waist. Buddy (name of my private part) was having a hell of a time, the bastard, standing at salute and happily diving into The Viper’s crevice.
Some people refer to this phenomenon as their bodies betraying them. I just think of it as Buddy simply being true to his nature, by being a total dick.
What happens when a young child is molested by a much older and stronger person? Now what happens if that person is your own family?
She wasn’t being kind, of course. She just wanted to muffle my scream. As her crevice sucked Buddy in harder than ever and her lower body finally stopped pulverizing my hips, she rested her upper body on mine, and bit hard at my shoulder, while at the same time keeping the pillow in place.
That’s when I screamed. I screamed, and nobody but her listened to it. I think she realized this, and it pleased her, because she started bucking her hips again, although considerably less violently than she did before.
“You feel that, little cousin? I just left my mark on you. Something to remember me by. To remind you you’re mine.” – the Viper said.
I guess she felt all the fond memories weren’t going to be enough. She didn’t bite me hard enough to draw blood, fortunately, which also meant her physical “reminder” wasn’t eternal. Her psychological reminder, on the other hand…
Michael was molested by his cousin starting at the age of only 4! He was practically still a baby and didn’t know what to do as he was being taken advantage of. Instead of babysitting him like she was supposed to be doing, she was having his way with him, since she was much older and bigger than him, he could do nothing but obey his older cousin. Confusion riddled his mind, as that wasn’t the only thing affecting his young life. He also grew up in a gang filled community with violence everywhere he went, Not the best environment for a young boy. Oh he was also heavily abused all throughout his school years.
So what becomes of this poor little boy? Does he turn his life around?
Buy this book to find out If Michael Crow is ever able to leave his dark sad past, and live a brighter life!
