...They Offered To Let Me Take Your Place

"It was..." Ella began, stopped, then started again. "I mean, I knew it wasn't really you. Being thrown on the dining room table. Knickers ripped off. That big hand **** you. That frightfully big cock splitting your hymen, and fucking you until blood and cum ran down your legs lin mingled streams. I knew it. But you can't know what it's like as a mother to see your daughter sexually brutalized for days and weeks and months on end. So when a voice offered...I took it."

Lois Lane's mother took a deep, shuddering breath, she reached out to take her daughter's hand, and Lois did. Her mother's fingers were very cold.

"Just like that, I was you. I mean, in your body. In the kitchen, a warm spring day. I could see your father's face as he **** me down. Tried to scream, tried to fight. But he was too big, too strong. And he was whispering all these filthy, disgusting things...and when he **** my knees apart, when he put his prick in me...I could feel my hymen stretch and shred. Just like my very first time."

Ella reached over and her hand found a glass of wine. She brought it up to her mouth and sipped. The rest of the world seemed far away now, as if it was just the two of them, mother and daughter. Lois was studying her mother's face, so similar to her own, except for the added lines around the eyes and mouth, the greying hair...

"The same scenario played out, day after day. I kept trying to do things differently...I knew he was coming, I knew what he was going to do. I tried to fight, to run, to escape, but it always ended the same way. With those hungry eyes fastened on me, my legs spread as my...your...father **** his own daughter. Even though I knew it was just an illusion, that it was some demon made to look like him, it still felt so real. They made it like that, you know? Every little detail was so perfect. And I...I started to plan."

She took a deep breath.

"I tried not fighting him. Just succumbed to the inevitable. That wasn't as bad, somehow, though it felt so wrong. So cheap and dirty, especially when he had finished, and he would wipe his dick off on my thigh, or rest his hand on my stomach and talk about 'our baby' and how I was going to 'take your mother's place.' I honestly had to wonder, sometimes, if there wasn't something of your father in there. If that is what I was to him."

"Mom, no," Lois said. But her mother continued.

"Then I thought, maybe I could use that. So I started to play a role. Only pretend to resist, at first. Then when I was on the table I would relax and smile and...encourage it. I thought 'You can't **** the willing,' and maybe if I acted like I enjoyed it, they would get tired of the game. But that was a mistake. It made him angry. He got abusive. Really violent. Worse than before. It got so bad that he would just come in and split my lip, just to get things started...and by the end, before things 'reset,' my hips would be dislocated, or my nipples bitten off. I thought that the sluttier I acted, the more I pretended to enjoy it, the more I was getting at them. That eventually we'd reach some limit, some impasse. So I played the slutty daughter to the hilt. I'd flash my pussy, kneel down to suck his cock, bend over and offer my ass, beg for him to tear me open, and do it all with a smile on my face. I knew it wasn't your father, but I...I started...I..."

She leaned forward, and started to shake. Clutching onto Lois Lane's hand as if afraid to let it go.

"What is it, mom?" Lois asked quietly. "What happened?"