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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang2057\fs36\kerning28 By Rex Antioch
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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi720{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I have
 a name, of course.  A dull, ordinary one given to me by my parents.  That name 
doesn{\lang5129\u8216\'91}t matter, it{\lang5129\u8216\'91}s just an i.d. for them
 and the State.  My fans and clients know me by another, more glamorous sounding
 one and if you knew it you{\lang5129\u8217\'92}d be able to find photos of me on
 the Net, but that name{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s just as meaningless to me.  I call
 myself Epiphany.  If you don{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t know what it means, look it 
up.  (Not the Christian stuff.  The original Greek, available in any good dictionary
.)\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I was
 the only girl in our family, which also had four boys.  The {\lang5129\u8216\'91
}only{\lang5129\u8217\'92} is important.  Not only was I the only girl.   I was 
only a girl.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Dad
, you see, wanted boys.  Farmers often do, especially when they{\lang5129\u8216\'91
}re the sort of farmer that does lots of labour-intensive stuff like planting out
 seedlings and weeding hundred-foot rows, bird-scaring and picking, sorting and 
packing.  The sorts of things that machinery or hired labour has to be expensive
 to do.  Children are cheaper.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Dad
 was old-fashioned, too.  I mean really old fashioned.  Not just a generation out
 of date like some people are.  I mean old.  As old as the Bible, and the old parts
 of the Bible at that. Oh, he didn{\lang5129\u8216\'91}t go round dressed in bed
-sheets screwing camels like they did in the Old Testament.  We had a car and an
 old tractor and even a {\lang5129\u8216\'91}phone because, Dad said, God had allowed
 some improvements in life.  God{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s improvements, however, did
 not extend to a TV or CD player, that kind of frivolous thing.  You probably know
 where he was coming from.  You've had people like him standing on your doorstep
 telling you that God loves you and would love you ever more if you gave up the 
things you like, the things that make life bearable, and gave them $100.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 So 
of course sons, to Dad, were a sign that God loved him and when he had first Joshua
 and then the twins Samuel and David, he must have been over the moon.  (OK, I know
 Mom actually had them, but only to the extent that she was there.  It was all done
 by Dad and she was just the vehicle, like the mail van.  That was Dad{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s viewpoint, anyway.  If Mom disagreed, she kept it to herself as those
 biblical sorts of women do.)\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Then
 I happened, which must have made Dad wonder what he had done to earn God{\lang5129
\u8216\'91}s disfavour for in Old Testament times a daughter was almost as a curse
, to be sold to a husband or swapped out for a few goats as soon as possible.  Whatever
 it was he put it right pretty quickly as my younger brother Aaron arrived within
 a year of me, which might have been too quick for Mom as she{\lang5129\u8217\'92
}s never had any more sons, or daughters.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I was
 six the first time my big brother Joshua put his prick in my mouth.  I remember
 it well.  Hell, it was a seminal moment for me, if you{\lang5129\u8216\'91}ll forgive
 the pun.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 His
 prick wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t exactly new to me.  I{\lang5129\u8216\'91}d seen
 it before.  He was only twelve so I guess he{\lang5129\u8216\'91}d only discovered
 it himself a short while before - as something you can do more than just pee with
, anyway - and he had shown it to me, and made it go stiff for me, a couple of times
 (and I{\lang5129\u8217\'92}d stroked it, too, when he{\lang5129\u8216\'91}d asked
 me to) before he asked me to put it in my mouth.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Did
 he think of it himself or get the idea from a book?  Or did God whisper to him, 
{\lang5129\u8216\'91}Hey, it would feel even nicer in your little sister{\lang5129
\u8216\'91}s mouth than in her fingers{\lang5129\u8216\'91}?  Only God knows, and
 Joshua of course.  And I haven{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t spoken to Joshua for while
.  I haven{\lang5129\u8216\'91}t spoken to God either for quite a while, but that
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s only because I got tired of one-sided conversations.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Anyway
 Joshua took me into the sack store, undid his flies and took his prick out, and
 told me to suck it.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Joshua
, you know, was the name the Bible had said the Jews{\lang5129\u8217\'92} Messiah
 would have.  I guess every other boy born to the Jews in Old Testament times must
 have been called Joshua by hopeful parents.  Even Jesus is just the Greek version
 of Joshua because the New Testament books were written in Greek not Hebrew.  And
 my Dad didn{\lang5129\u8216\'91}t pick the name Joshua with a pin, which shows 
you what he thought of his first-born son.  I guess Jesus would have been too pretentious
.  Where we lived, anyway.  The Latinos aren't so modest, it seems.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Not
 that we were Jews.  Josh wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t circumcised, not that the fact
 registered on me at the time.  His prick had a tube of skin I could roll back from
 its strawberry head like the wrapper off a Popsicle and as a six-year-old girl 
I found that fascinating.  (Hell, it still makes me giggle.)\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 After
 all, I didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t have a prick.  I just had a slit with a hole 
in it.  I hadn{\lang5129\u8216\'91}t really been aware of it before Josh drew my
 attention to it by wanting to look at it and sticking his finger up the hole, which
 made me jump.  Freud says sisters envy their brother{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s penises
.  Crap.  Even at six-years-old I knew that I was a girl and Joshua was a boy, and
 that boys and girls were different between the legs.  It was the way God made us
.  (That was how I thought at the time.  By the time I knew better it didn{\lang5129
\u8216\'91}t matter because I knew by then that what I had was a lot better than
 what boys had.)  So I was just curious as to what God had done to Joshua and assumed
 I{\lang5129\u8217\'92}d eventually find out why He{\lang5129\u8217\'92}d done something
 different to me.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Anyway
, Josh got his prick out and told me to suck it, and as in our family Joshua was
 looked on in much the same way as the Jews regarded Jesus at the time he entered
 Jerusalem (before he failed his exams) it never occurred to me not to suck it.  
So I did.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I was
 six and my brother was a tallish twelve so I was pretty much eye-to-eye with it
 even with us both standing up.  Strawberries were one of the things we grew of 
the farm - a real money-spinner but a lot of work - and as I looked at the thing
 in front of my face and rolled back the tube of skin I remember wondering if would
 taste of strawberry.  It didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t, but it felt like a strawberry
 on my tongue, round and velvety at first and then slick and hard-skinned over softness
 when wet.  It didn{\lang5129\u8216\'91}t taste of anything much, but my tongue, 
exploring it, found some of that white stuff that gathers under the rim if you don
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t wash it too often and that was sharp and tangy until I{\lang5129
\u8216\'91}d licked it away.  (I{\lang5129\u8216\'91}d draw the line at that now
, of course, but I didn{\lang5129\u8216\'91}t know any different then.  And it never
 did me any harm.)\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Of 
course the strawberry bit pretty much filled my mouth and when Josh pushed it in
 a bit further it hit the back of my throat and made me gag which I didn{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}t like.  So I grabbed the shaft  in both hands in self-defence and we
 compromised - Joshua holding still and me bobbing my head back and forth as far
 as I could without bruising my tonsils until he shot his load.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\ri-81{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28
Yep, I knew he was going to do that.  After all, I{\lang5129\u8216\'91}d wanked 
him with my hands until he shot his load a couple of times and it was pretty obvious
 that all I was doing was wanking him with my mouth instead.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\ri-81{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28
Did I like it?  Not much.  Cum looks like snot and tastes like it.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282\ri-81{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28
Did I know what my brother was doing to me?  No and yes.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 No, 
in that I was only six and had no idea why Josh wanted to do it to me.  I had no
 experience then of that tingling a boy feels in his prick (and a girl feels in 
her cunt, as I eventually discovered) which gets into the blood like an itch and
 the only way to scratch it is to have an orgasm which kind{\lang5129\u8217\'92}
a burns it away for a time - it{\lang5129\u8216\'91}s the itch which tells you you
{\lang5129\u8216\'91}re alive.  So although I know now that Joshua could have ignored
 it until it went away, as all itches eventually do, or even wanked himself off 
to scratch it, I don{\lang5129\u8216\'91}t blame him for using me to do it.  Itches
 are a lot better scratched than left, and scratching is a lot nicer if someone 
else does it, and I guess a little girl{\lang5129\u8216\'91}s mouth is much nicer
 for a boy to have round his prick than her little hands.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 And
 yes, I did know in a way what he was doing.  After all, I was still sleeping in
 my parent{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s bedroom - there wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t an empty
 bedroom in the farmhouse I could have had - and Dad still hadn{\lang5129\u8217\'92
}t given up seeking God{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s approval and obeying His command to
 multiply into one of those obscene twelve-child families which is sucking the world
{\lang5129\u8216\'91}s resources dry, so I got to see him fucking Mom almost every
 night.  So for me it was quite natural for a man (a class which included Joshua
) to stick his prick into a woman (a class which included me.)  I knew Josh wasn
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t sticking his prick into me where Dad stuck his into Mom but
 it was obvious even to me that the hole between my legs wasn{\lang5129\u8216\'91
}t big enough for Joshua to stick his prick into but my mouth was, so that was obviously
 where Joshua was entitled to stick it.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 So 
what was the seminal moment?  The moment that changed that little six-year-old girl
{\lang5129\u8216\'91}s life?\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 It 
was when I was standing there able to breath properly again with the taste of my
 brother{\lang5129\u8216\'91}s spunk in my mouth and a teaspoonful of it on its 
way to my stomach, watching Joshua wipe my spit and a bit of spunk off his prick
 with his hanky.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 You won}\u8216\'91{\lang2057 t tell Dad, or Mom, will you,}\u8221
\'94{\lang2057  he said.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I don
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t know what mouth-fucking me had just done for my brother, 
but what he{\lang5129\u8217\'92}d just said to me blew my mind.  \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 First
 of all it told me that Dad didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t always know what was going
 on and could be kept from knowing,  and that, to me, was an extraordinary revelation
.  I mean, it was like the Pope telling Catholics that God went and played golf 
every Wednesday afternoon and, if you didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t confess it later
, would never know what you got up to while He was away from the office.  But even
 more than that was the implication that something bad would happen if I did tell
 Dad what had just happened, probably to me as well but certainly to Josh or he 
wouldn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t have been worried about it.  I know now that Dad would
 have been furious with Joshua, not for mouth-fucking me but for {\lang5129\u8216
\'91}spilling his seed on the bare earth{\lang5129\u8216\'91}, which is apparently
 a sin.  Then, though, all I knew from what my brother had told me was that I had
 power.  For the first time I had power.  If I wanted to stop Josh from sticking
 his prick in my mouth I could, even though he was my hugely older, vastly more 
experienced, almost devoutly loved brother.  All I had to do was to say, {\lang5129
\u8216\'91}I{\lang5129\u8217\'92}ll tell.{\lang5129\u8217\'92}  I was a six-year
-old girl with Power.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Not
 that I ever considered using it.  It was just wonderful to know that I had it.  
For two years I meekly allowed my big brother to mouth-fuck me almost daily and 
I loved the taste of his cum because, to me, it was the taste of Power.  It still
 is.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Of 
course my big brother was desperate to fuck me, and he tried.  Every so often he
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}d get me to lie on a pile of sacks, or the ground, or a bed
 if we had the chance, rub his prick in my crack and try to put it up my hole.  
Rubbing it in my crack felt quite good to me as it made me tingle all over not just
 in my crack, but trying to put it in my hole hurt me and must have hurt Josh as
 well as I don{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t think he{\lang5129\u8216\'91}d have stopped
 just because it was hurting me.  He could get the tip of his prick in me and sometimes
 squirted his spunk inside me that way but I preferred him doing it in my mouth 
as that didn{\lang5129\u8216\'91}t leave me with a mess to worry about.  When he
 shot his spunk into my vagina from outside it was always soaking into my knickers
 for hours afterwards.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
 reason Josh was desperate to fuck me was that I was all he had.  Our farm was way
 out of town.  Dad didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t like the things the State schools 
taught (i.e., the truth) and so we were opted out and Mom taught us instead.  All
 things considered she didn{\lang5129\u8216\'91}t do a bad job.  Dad managed at 
one time or another to get up the noses of all the few neighbours we did have so
 we didn{\lang5129\u8216\'91}t have much to do with them and they wouldn{\lang5129
\u8216\'91}t let their kids with a mile of the place.    So as I said, although 
I was only a girl I was the only girl my brothers had.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Yeah
, it became my brothers as soon as the twins started to get interested in what Josh
 was doing to me.  Then I{\lang5129\u8216\'91}d be on my knees (well, I was eight
 by then so wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t small enough to do it standing up any more
) in front of the three of them in turn.  Josh was pretty quick as I knew how to
 suck his strawberry and stroke the shaft to make him come without hanging about
 and if I wanted him to come even quicker I{\lang5129\u8217\'92}d play with his 
balls in their ridiculous hairy bag as well.  With Samuel and David, though, it 
could take ages.  Just getting their little pricks to go stiff in my mouth could
 sometimes take ages and it took quite a while before I felt the first pulsing of
 David{\lang5129\u8216\'91}s prick against my lips and the first few drops of his
 spunk on my tongue, and that was a month or more before Samuel{\lang5129\u8216\'91
}s first ejaculation down my throat, much to his chagrin.  \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 They
 were both so pleased, though, at having finally come that it made me feel good 
as well.  I, their little eight-year-old sister, had taught them do what men do 
to women, and I felt the Power within me grow even stronger.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 So 
for a while I contentedly mouth-fucked three of my four brothers enjoying the taste
 of Power for I knew, and they knew, that I had only to tell Dad or Mom about it
 and it would all come to an end with, quite probably, beatings all round as one
 lesson Dad had taken to heart from the Bible was the dangers of Sparing the Rod
, as far as children were concerned..\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Then
 my little brother Aaron told Dad.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Why
, he asked Dad one day at table, had Ruth (that{\lang5129\u8216\'91}s not my name
 but it will do) been kissing Joshua{\lang5129\u8216\'91}s willy?\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Dad
 went white and Josh went scarlet.  I don{\lang5129\u8216\'91}t know what I went
 because I couldn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t see.  Dad, though, just stared at Josh for
 what seemed like a long time but probably wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t and then walked
 out of the room.  For an hour Josh and I crept around waiting for the sky to fall
 on us and then he and I were summoned to Dad and Mum{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s, and
 still my, bedroom.  Dad was there, Mom was there, the twins were fetched there 
and Granpa was there and it was Granpa who told us that as Joshua had decided to
 start acting like a man it was time he discovered what it was to be a man, and 
that he was therefore to fuck Mom properly.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I haven
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t told you about Granpa yet.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 If 
Dad was like God to us - that vengeful, erratic, capricious dispenser of thunderbolts
 in the Old Testament - Granpa was like the Supergod who{\lang5129\u8217\'92}d wound
 God up and let it loose on the world.  He{\lang5129\u8217\'92}d gone to Vietnam
 as a conscript, trodden on a mine and come home with most of his legs missing and
 some odd ideas as to what God was about.  He{\lang5129\u8216\'91}d been married
 and Dad had been born before he{\lang5129\u8216\'91}d gone off to war. and on his
 return had bought the farm with his Army compensation.  His wife, Dad{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s Mom, had stuck it for a couple of years and then, for her own sanity
, cleared out but because she had run off with another man (who had both his legs
 to do it with) and because the Court had sympathy for Granpa and what he had Suffered
 for his Country, and because Granpa in his wheelchair wouldn{\lang5129\u8217\'92
}t have been able to look after himself let alone run the farm without Dad even 
though he was only 14, he got custody of Dad.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Granpa
  had joined one of those really weird religious groups and given them lots of money
 over the years so when Dad turned 16 Granpa got the group to give him one of their
 women who had been Bible-bashed into submission - practically into a coma.  Granpa
 had officially married her - she was eighteen and he was forty-something - but 
he gave her to Dad to breed from.  Granpa{\lang5129\u8216\'91}s balls had been mashed
 by the mine so he couldn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t make sperm, but he could still have
 erections and produce semen from his prostate so he enjoyed sex as much as the 
next man.  (Did you know that as long as they were not gelded until after sexual
 maturity the eunuchs in the Sultan{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s harem could fuck the girls
 silly?  They just couldn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t get them pregnant.  So everyone 
was happy.)\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Apparently
 the ancient Jews had a rule that if a man died before he could get his wife pregnant
 his brother had to do it.  Well, Granpa just extrapolated from that to the view
 that if a man couldn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t get his wife pregnant and didn{\lang5129
\u8216\'91}t have a brother it was up to his son to do the job.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 So 
at night Mom slept with Dad who did his best to get her pregnant and during the 
day she looked after Granpa her husband, who never left the house and rarely even
 came downstairs, and had sex with him because it was her duty.  She seemed quite
 happy about the arrangement.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I guess
 Mom had been the carrot Granpa had used to stop Dad leaving the farm as soon as
 he was old enough, and maybe he was now trying the same carrot on Joshua.  Or maybe
 he thought it was Dad{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s fault that Mom had stopped having babies
 and thought a change of sperm might make a difference.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Anyway
, at Granpa{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s order Mom obediently took all her clothes off 
and lay on the bed. Joshua, who wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t quite fifteen, took all
 his clothes off and lay on Mom, Mom took Joshua{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s prick in 
her hand and pointed it at the right place and Josh fucked her.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 It 
was pure incest, of course.  Mom was being fucked by her own son, not just her step
-son as Dad was, and even the OT is against that kind of thing.  But Mom looked 
like she was enjoying it so I guess the Biblical thing didn{\lang5129\u8216\'91}
t worry her and presumably she knew she wasn{\lang5129\u8216\'91}t going to get 
pregnant again ever so had nothing to worry about there either.  I can only think
 that if Moses had come down from the Mountain with a post-script to the Ten Commandments
 saying that it was OK for mothers to fuck with their sons there would be a lot 
of happy young men and smug mothers around in the Western World, and as in our family
 Granpa outranked Moses and was anyway Mom{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s husband who{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s commands it was her duty to obey,  what he said went with her.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 So 
Dad, the twins and I stood and Granpa sat in his chair watching as Joshua humped
 up and down on Mom and his prick jerked back and forwards in her cunt and she wrapped
 her legs around his waist and wriggled around his prick and moaned and gasped and
 Joshua puffed and panted until at last he rammed his bush of short, curly, gingerish
 hair against Mom{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s bush of short, curly, gingerish hair, his
 butt twitched and I knew he was squirting his seed into her.  Granpa said {\lang5129
\u8220\'93}Alleluia{\lang5129\u8221\'94}, Dad looked a bit put out, the twins looked
 confused and I felt a bit jealous of Mom because it always looked like having a
 prick working in your cunt was a mighty good feeling.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Then
, as Josh lay puffing on Mom, Granpa turned to me and gave me a long, hard look 
that made my stomach scrunch into a little hot ball.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Temptation,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  he said softly, and when he spoke
 softly it was a lot worse than when he ranted and thundered.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He 
beckoned to me and on legs that could hardly carry me I crossed the room to him.  
Believe me, (and I hope you don{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t already know), no matter how
 many times you get beaten you never get immured to it, and I had been beaten a 
lot by then.  I had never once approached any of my brothers and offered to rub 
their pricks or asked them to put their pricks in my mouth but I knew there was 
no future arguing the point.  I was temptation just because I was a girl.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Take your clothes off,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  Granpa ordered, which
 was new as I usually just had to lift my dress - pants for a girl were a no-no 
in our house - and drop my panties if I was wearing any to my knees so that he or
 Dad could apply the rod to my butt.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I stripped
.  Granpa looked my 8-year-old body up and down.  \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 If you would act like a harlot, you will be treated like one,}\u8221
\'94{\lang2057  he declared.  He undid his belt and being beaten by that was worse
 than being beaten by a cane, I had long ago found out.  Yet instead of pulling 
it through its loops in the waistband of his trousers as he usually did, he left
 it there and undid his trousers completely, freeing his prick from his pants.  
It reared like a angry snake from his lap.  \par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I stared
 at it.  I knew the pricks of my older brothers intimately and had seen Dad{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s often enough as he stuck it in Mom, but had never seen Granpa{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s before.  It must have been caught in the mine blast as it was badly
 scarred with thickened white skin and bent far more than any man{\lang5129\u8217
\'92}s I{\lang5129\u8217\'92}ve seen since (and I{\lang5129\u8217\'92}ve seen plenty
!)  Part of its strawberry head had been gouged away like someone had taken a bite
 out of it.  He had no pubic hair, just unnatural-looking white skin, and where 
Dad and my brothers had those floppy, wrinkled bags holding their balls he had a
 small, smooth pouch of tight pink skin.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Now
, ten years on, I can imagine the skill and commitment of the surgeons who must 
have laboured for hours over the wreckage of my grandfather{\lang5129\u8217\'92}
s lower body, putting it back together where they could and grafting skin to replace
 that which had been burned off.  It{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s probably as close to 
a miracle as you can get in the real world that they were able to save any part 
of his testicles at all and give him a sexually functioning penis.  Granpa, though
, probably didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t see it that way.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 While
 I was still staring at it in horror Granpa reached out and grabbed me by the waist
, turned me so that I had my back to him, raised me over his lap and lowered me 
down into it.  Years of wheeling himself around in his chair and manhandling himself
 in and out of bed or onto the john had given him the arms and shoulders of a weightlifter
 and he certainly made nothing of my forty pounds.  The stumps of his thighs forced
 my legs apart and I felt his prick press into my slit looking for the hole.  It
 was such a big, horrible-looking thing that I{\lang5129\u8217\'92}m sure I was 
screaming as I felt its tip pop into me, and then Granpa forced me down onto it 
like an apple onto a corer.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Joshua
 and more lately the twins had been shoving things up my cunt for a year or more
 - carrots, pitch-fork handles, bottle necks, that kind of thing - but because of
 my power they hadn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t used anything big enough to really hurt
 me, and certainly nothing as big as Granpa{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s prick.  That, 
as it ripped its way though my bent-but-unbroken virginity, did hurt.  Like Hell
.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 My 
bottom came to rest on his stumps and I could feel the thing inside me, deep inside
 me and skewing off to the side.  {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Whore,{\lang5129\u8221\'94
} Granpa hissed at me, {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Jezebel{\lang5129\u8221\'94}.  His hands
 around my waist were like a vice and he began jerking my whole body up and down
 and rubbing his prick  with my cunt like I was a doll.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
 torn skin at the front of my cunt still burned and the bend in Granpa{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s prick felt peculiar as it twisted me inside yet for all that I felt
 a pleasant tingling between my legs which I was sure had to be a little bit of 
what had made Mom wriggle and gasp as Joshua{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s prick had slid
 back and forth in her cunt.  I was now facing the bed and my family of spectators
, and as Granpa rubbed me up and down his prick I could look back at them.  Joshua
 was still lying on top of Mom, whether because he didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t want
 to get off her or because Granpa hadn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t given him permission
 to, I don{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t know.  They were both watching Granpa rape his 
eight-year-old granddaughter, and I met Mom{\lang5129\u8216\'91}s eyes.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 There
 was pain in them.  I guess she could imagine how Granpa forcing his big, mutilated
 prick into me had hurt and I am sure it hurt her to watch her eight-year-old daughter
 being raped even though she didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t do anything to try to stop
 it.  But that wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t all I saw.  I saw power in her eyes, and
 she was trying to pass some of it to me.  It was the power to master and transcend
 men that all women have even if a lot are unaware of it.  It was my Epiphany.\par
}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 She
 was being fucked daily by Granpa and Dad, and was now being fucked by her oldest
 son as well.  From what the public now knows of the kind of lunatic sect she came
 from I{\lang5129\u8217\'92}d suspect she{\lang5129\u8217\'92}d been regularly fucked
 by men whenever they felt like it since she was my age or even before.  Don{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}t forget, the Prophet Mahomet had been given a nine-year-old girl as 
an extra wife so it had to be OK, hadn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t it? \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 And
 you can take it, her eyes told me.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 So 
I did.  Whether Granpa{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s prick wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t sensitive
 any more or whether he was just enjoying fucking his virgin eight-year-old granddaughter
 too much to make it quick I don{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t know but he was sweating 
and his mighty arms were trembling with exertion when at last I felt it throbbing
 inside me and knew he was shooting his load into me.  My eyes were smeared with
 tears as my cunt was still hurting like Hell each time his prick-shaft dragged 
at the tear in my hymen and Granpa{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s fingers were digging deep
 into my waist but I wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t crying or screaming.  When he at
 last dropped me wearily into his lap and I could feel his prick wilting inside 
me and his cum crawling down my cunt-walls I knew I could take more than he could
 give and I sat up straight on his prick to prove it.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Big
 mistake.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 You want more, harlot?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  he asked so quietly 
in my ear I}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 m sure no-one else in the room would have heard
 it.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 With
 a heave that made me squeal he wrenched me off his bloodied prick - my blood - 
and threw me onto the bed.  I twisted and fell right next to Mom and Josh.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Still she has Satan}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 s unseemly itch in her body
,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  he thundered, }\u8220\'93{\lang2057 And we must drive it
 out.  The Devil is tempting us, too, with her smooth, white flesh and cloaking 
his foulness in her innocence, and we must know it so that we can recognise it and
 defeat Satan}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 s designs.  Isaac, know the Devil in your daughter
,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  he commanded.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Dad
 hadn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t been christened Isaac as a baby, but the church he had
 been christened into had become, to Granpa, a meaningless, deeply compromised travesty
 of a religion (and I actually wouldn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t disagree with him on
 this)  so at about the time Dad first fucked his step-mom he had been re-baptised
 Isaac.  \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Did
 Dad have any reservation about fucking an eight-year-old girl?  Did it make any
 difference that the eight-year-old girl in question was his daughter?  Did he do
 it because when Granpa said {\lang5129\u8216\'91}jump{\lang5129\u8217\'92} he{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}d been trained to respond {\lang5129\u8216\'91}how high{\lang5129\u8217
\'92} automatically?  Did he not want to do it but did it because he was too scared
 of Granpa not to?  Did he do it because men don{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t often get
 the chance to fuck eight-year-old girls?  Or their own daughters? Or did he do 
it just because he wasn{\lang5129\u8216\'91}t about to turn down the chance for 
a good fuck?  I don{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t know.  I don{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t actually
 care.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Dad
 took off his clothes quickly enough and climbed onto the bed.  I didn{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}t try to stop him spreading my legs because there was no point and when
 he did so he must have seen the blood on my thighs and fanny, but that didn{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}t stop him.  He wriggled between my legs, took his prick in his hand 
and worked it into me.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Although
 bigger than Joshua{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s Dad{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s prick was at
 least normal and although it hurt when it dragged at my split hymen it wasn{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}t all that bad and I could feel the power Mom had shown me still giving
 me strength so I didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t show the pain.  When Dad began stroking
 his prick up and down inside my cunt it actually began to feel quite nice.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Unexpectedly
 something touched my hand in the middle of the bed and after a moment my mother
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s fingers crept into it, hidden from view by our bodies.  Next
 to me she was lying underneath her son with his prick still in her cunt while I
 lay underneath my father, his prick in mine, and she was telling me again that 
I could take it.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 And
 I could.  I even began to enjoy it but knew that if I showed a hint of that Granpa
 might be driven into real witch-hunting mode which could likely stop only a step
 short of my being burned alive at the stake, so I lay quiet and passive as Dad 
worked himself up inside me, gasping, humping and straining, until eventually he
 rammed his hairs against my little, bald, wounded fanny so hard that it forced 
a squeak out of me, I felt his prick pulsing and twitching inside me and I knew 
the sudden hot flush pooling in my insides was his cum.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He 
had been holding himself off me with straight arms to that point, but as he came
 all the strength seemed to pour out of him with his cum and his two-hundred plus
 pounds collapsed onto my forty-nothing pounds.  I turned my head aside at the last
 moment to protect my nose and as I was about thirty-inches shorter than Dad I found
 myself with my head squashed beneath his chest with my ear about level with his
 heart, and I could hear it racing and pounding as he gasped for breath.  I could
 feel his prick going soft and wilting in my cunt and knew that just at that moment
 he didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t have the strength to lift himself off me.  My mighty
, all-powerful father, lay on me as weak and helpless as a baby while I, a tiny 
eight-year-old girl, was a little sore perhaps but otherwise unaffected by what 
we had done.  At the realisation I felt the Power tingling even more strongly within
 me and gave my mother{\lang5129\u8216\'91}s hand a squeeze to show that I understood
.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Eventually
, wearily, Dad lifted himself off me, his prick slid messily out of me and I wondered
 if I was going to get the blame for the cum I could feel running out of me onto
 the blankets beneath my butt.  Granpa, though, was not worried about blankets.\par
}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Joshua,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  he ordered.  }\u8220\'93{\lang2057 Face
 and recognise the Devil in your sister, so that you might know and resist Him in
 the future.}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I saw
 a sudden flare of fright and panic on my eldest brother{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s face
 as he realised that he wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t certain what it was Granpa was
 actually asking him to do, for if Granpa gave you an order and it was misunderstood
 or wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t instantly obeyed, the child concerned was not spared
 the rod.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Mom
 must have seen or felt it too, for {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Granpa wants you to fuck
 Ruth,{\lang5129\u8221\'94} I heard her breath quietly to him.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Of 
course Joshua had fucked Mom only a few minutes before but teenage boys recover 
quickly enough and his prick looked more than adequate for the job as he slipped
 it out of Mom and rolled onto me.  His prick wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t a lot smaller
 than Dad{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s and he hurt me as, inexperienced, he prodded it 
against me searching for my cunt.  I could easily have helped him, and myself, by
 guiding it there but I was sure Granpa would have seen that as a sign of eagerness
 on my part which would have been punished, so I didn{\lang5129\u8216\'91}t.  Eventually
 he located it and slid himself into me as he had wanted to do, I knew well enough
, for many months.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He 
could, of course, have gone easy with me.  He could have faked an ejaculation in
 me after a few dozen strokes and spared me somewhat, but in Joshua{\lang5129\u8217
\'92}s world women were created by God from a man{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s rib as second
-hand rather than original divine creations, and then only in response to man{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s need for a companion and plaything.   I realised pretty much straight
 away as my eldest brother{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s prick began reaming my cunt that
 he was enjoying it too much to worry about me, and that he was going to keep going
 until he got there.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Not
 that I was bothered by that.  His prick in me didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t make me
 want to wriggle and twitch and gasp as it had in Mom{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s.  It
 just set up and maintained a lovely warm tingle in my cunt that I could close my
 eyes and relax into.  Lying there quietly under my big brother with his prick stroking
 my cunt-walls certainly beat hoeing a dusty ten-acres of corn under the hard sun
, which was the alternative.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Eventually
 he came in me.  By then the sweat was dripping off him and where our skin touched
 - which, as he was lying on me with his arms around me was pretty much all of me
 - I was slippery and greased with it.  {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Oh, oh, oh,{\lang5129
\u8221\'94} he groaned almost as if the great pumps by his prick as he squirted 
into me were hurting him.  Then like Dad he lay gasping on me bonelessly, squashing
 me against the mattress and twitching inside me while I couldn{\lang5129\u8217\'92
}t help giving a little sigh and wishing he would get off me as it wasn{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}t very comfortable.  Mom{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s hand gave mine a warning
 squeeze.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Did you feel it, Joshua?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  Granpa asked eagerly
.  }\u8220\'93{\lang2057 Did you feel Satan in your sister sucking at your life-
force?  Did you feel behind the sweetness of her cunt as it drew you in and tried
 to swallow you the hand of the Devil beckoning to you and offering the chalice 
of poisoned honey?  Do you know now the snare set by the Devil in the beauty of 
women}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 s bodies?  Can you now be on your guard against it and
 see through the lusts of your body to recognise the Devil}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 s
 designs on your mind?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 As 
Mom had done I felt Josh{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s panic at being asked such an impossible
 question for even his prick shrivelling in my cunt twitched in response to his 
sudden fright.  Of course he didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t have a clue what Granpa 
was talking about, neither did I and I don{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t suppose Granpa 
really did either.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Yes, Granpa,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  he whispered, tight with terror
 that the old man was going to ask some follow-up question which would unmask the
 lie.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 After
 a paralysing moment of silence Granpa merely grunted acceptance and approval.  
Josh, wanting I suspect to get out from under Granpa{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s gaze, 
slipped wetly off and out of me, rolled off the bed and crossed somewhat unsteadily
 to stand beside Dad.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Nearby
, white-faced and wide eyed, were the twins, their gazes switching from their naked
 mother and sister on the bed to their naked father and brother standing nearby 
and then back again.  Most often their looks lingered on me, and more particularly
 on what I knew they could see between my still widespread legs as the yellow-white
 semen of my grandfather, father and big brother dribbled out of my cunt and mixed
 with the bright red blood still oozing from my torn virginity.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 You two.}\u8221\'94{\lang2057   They jumped as one as Granpa}\u8217
\'92{\lang2057 s voice lashed across them.  }\u8220\'93{\lang2057 Are you men enough
 yet to face the Devil that lies between a woman}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 s legs?}\u8221
\'94{\lang2057\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 They
 were still a few weeks short of twelve but I knew well enough that they were both
 men enough to stick their stiff little pricks in my mouth and squirt their semen
 against the back of my throat.  They stood paralysed, mouths opening and closing
 soundlessly as they tried to think of the right answer to the question.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Drop your pants, both of you,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  Granpa ordered
.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Slowly
 they obeyed.  Perhaps in response to their fright but more likely as a result of
 the four sex acts they had just witnessed - three of them involving me - their 
little pricks stuck stiffly into the air, trembling.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Ha!  It seems that you are,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057   Granpa observed
.  }\u8220\'93{\lang2057 Then you too shall learn to recognise the foul taint of
 the Devil}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 s purposes in the sweet honey of a woman}\u8217\'92
{\lang2057 s cunt, here where we can see and guide you lest she lure you to some
 private place where the Devil}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 s work can go on unhindered.
}\u8221\'94{\lang2057   At that he gave me a baleful, contemptuous glance and I 
knew he was firmly convinced it had been me who had lured my big brother to private
 places and persuaded him to put his prick in my mouth; so firmly convinced that
 nothing on earth up to and including a full confession by Joshua would have dissuaded
 him.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Put
 as it had been it was not surprising that neither boy rushed forward to undergo
 the experienced offered and as I had never, and despite the discovery of the Power
 still didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t, consider myself a woman I had not realised that
 the foully tainted sweet honey of the cunt being offered the twins was mine.  Mom
, though, had.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Let them do it to me,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  she offered in a small
, nervous voice.  There was a moment of shocked silence which included even Granpa
. I had never, ever, heard Mom counter, even partially, anything ordered by Granpa
, or even Dad, before.  Mom was always meek and obedient as required by the Bible
, to the point of being a robot.  If Granpa or Dad told her to do something she 
did it even if she knew it was wrong, from taking a week to paint a picket fence
 with oil-based paint on top of water-based primer so that it was peeling off in
 a month, to letting her own son have sexual intercourse with her - not that I think
 the latter is inherently wrong, but I}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 m sure she did.  Even
 if she knew a better, easier, more efficient way of doing something she did it 
the way she was told to do it.  Despite it being frowned on even in the OT and has
 nothing whatever to do with procreation she never tried to stop Dad or Granpa having
 vaginal sex with her during her periods despite the fact that it can be damned 
uncomfortable and gets menstrual blood all over the sheets which she had to wash
 out the next day.  Dad even had anal sex with her, too - I knew because I}\u8217
\'92{\lang2057 d watched it - and if she enjoyed that she never showed it.  Had 
Granpa or Dad parked her on the roadside naked and with a sign around her neck saying
 }\u8220\'93{\lang2057 $10 a fuck}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  - and still only thirty 
she was a pretty woman for, don}\u8216\'91{\lang2057 t forget, I}\u8216\'91{\lang2057
m her daughter- she would have sat there and collected the money, and handed every
 cent over to Granpa at the end of the day like the temple prostitutes in Ancient
 Greece.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 So 
for her to suggest to Granpa that the twins should fuck her, their mother,  rather
 than with me, their sister, was as though a burning bush really had spoken.\par
}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Silence,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057   Granpa barked after that stunned 
moment, putting her back into her place.  }\u8220\'93{\lang2057 They are still young
, and the Devil is not yet strong in the girl.  It is better they know Him in her
 at this time.  They shall know you in good time, for you are not yet past the time
 for childbearing and the Lord commands the time not be wasted.}\u8221\'94{\lang2057
\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Mom
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s hand in mine gave a sad little squeeze of regret and apology
, not that I was looking for either.  What she thought of the news that Granpa was
 expecting her to have children by all her sons I could not tell.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
 twins still hesitated, standing there with their pricks hanging out.  They were
 not identical twins and were in fact very different people.  David, eldest by a
 couple of hours of agony for Mom, was Granpa{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s favourite.\par
}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 David, copulate with your sister,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  Granpa ordered
.  I, and I}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 m pretty sure David, had never heard the word }
\u8216\'91{\lang2057 copulate}\u8217\'92{\lang2057  before but in context it was
 fairly obvious what it meant.  As David slowly dropped his pants Granpa ranted 
on, }\u8220\'93{\lang2057 With your penis in the harlot}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 s vagina
 feel how the Devil in her seeks to draw your strength to Himself.  Guard your mind
 against His lewd whisperings in your ears that you surrender to pleasure, for that
 is how He gets its claws into your soul.  Eschew the temptation to lose yourself
 in the sweet clouds of carnality for once lost you might never find your way back
 to the true service of God but wander lost in your beads and  clouds of hash without
 hope or direction\u8230\'85.}\u8221\'94{\lang2057   He ranted on, capitalising 
all the personal pronouns, amazingly lucid and quite mad, his mind trapped in the
 }\u8216\'91{\lang2057 80s when, I suppose, his own world more or less came to an
 end.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Not
 surprisingly David had become convinced that some kind of evil, clawed monster 
was actually lurking in my cunt waiting eagerly for him to stick his prick into 
its lair, and was now clearly reluctant to do what, only a few days previously, 
he had been only to keen to try, lying on top of me in the pump house and pressing
 his prickhead vainly against my virginity.  I had pretended it was hurting more
 than it actually had and he had backed off.  Very reluctantly he climbed onto the
 bed and knelt between my knees, staring with horror at my bleeding cunt while Granpa
 raved on, only partly aware of what was going on.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Do it, dear.  It will not hurt you,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  Mom said
 to him softly from beside me, giving my hand another apologetic squeeze even though
 I could see no reason for David to bring Granpa}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 s wrath down
 on himself by not doing it.  }\u8220\'93{\lang2057 But try and be quick,}\u8221
\'94{\lang2057  she added.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Carefully
 David lay on me, poked gingerly between my legs with his prick and then slid it
 into me.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 It 
was a small prick and caused me no great discomfort.  I lay limply under him as 
he humped away at me and knew instantly that he was faking it when he arched above
 me gasping as he had seen our father and his elder brother do only a few minutes
 before.  Perhaps he was trying to spare me, perhaps he had realised that under 
the avid gazes of the rest of the family he was never going to get there and decided
 to give up.  I never asked him.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Did you feel it, boy?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057   Granpa asked eagerly
.  }\u8220\'93{\lang2057 Feel Satan making His nest in her cunt and waiting to fasten
 onto any man using it for any purpose other than the one God intended?}\u8221\'94
{\lang2057   I cannot imagine how he squared that with the use to which he put Mom
}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 s cunt on a daily basis, for through his open bedroom door
 we}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 d all seen Mom with her skirt around her waist bobbing 
up and down over his lap with absolutely no chance of getting pregnant, although
 perhaps Granpa still hadn}\u8216\'91{\lang2057 t given up on miracles in general
 and miracle births in particular.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Yes, Granpa,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057   David agreed.  }\u8220\'93{\lang2057
I felt Him there, dark and terrible.}\u8221\'94{\lang2057   Embellishment was a 
dangerous thing when dealing with Granpa as it offered more opportunities for him
 to catch you out, but David was the quickest and brightest of us all and knew he
 was Granpa}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 s favourite.  For David it worked this time, but
 he hadn}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 t done me any favours.  Granpa}\u8217\'92{\lang2057
s eyes blazed eager malice and satisfied self-justification at me.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Well, we}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 ll soon drive Him from poor Ruth,}\u8221
\'94{\lang2057  he promised and I didn}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 t like the sound of 
that at all.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Come Samuel,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  he said as David, sagging with
 relief, climbed off me.  }\u8220\'93{\lang2057 You too shall learn to recognise
 the Devil that lurks within women.}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Dropping
 his pants Samuel approached me nervously.  Granpa was still staring fixedly at 
me as though for a glimpse of the Devil within me and I saw David breath a couple
 of words to his twin as they passed. {\lang5129\u8216\'91}There{\lang5129\u8217
\'92}s nothing there, really{\lang5129\u8217\'92} perhaps, or {\lang5129\u8216\'91
}fucking your little sister is fun{\lang5129\u8217\'92}.  I tried to give him a 
little smile of reassurance without Granpa seeing it and in the corner of my eye
 I saw Mom doing the same.  Then my third brother climbed aboard, very gingerly 
plugged himself in and was fucking me.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Though
 they say it isn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t possible it seemed very much as if the twins
 had shared out between them in Mom{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s womb what should have 
made just one boy.  David got most of the wit and intelligence but not much bone
 and muscle.  Samuel was much heavier, bigger and stronger  - and thus Dad{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s favourite - but relied almost entirely on his twin to supply the brains
.  I expected him to try to go all the way to ejaculation in me as it just wouldn
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t occur to him not to, and he didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t disappoint
 me.  Having five people watching him fuck his little sister bothered him not at
 all but I could tell he was absolutely terrified of what might be lurking in the
 depths of my cunt and so he did little more than slip his prickhead in and fucked
 me like a rabbit, with quick, shallow and very short strokes.  As the torn hymen
 at the entrance to my vagina still hurt when it was touched and I only got the 
nice feelings when a prick was actually inside it, this was not very satisfying 
for me.  However with Mom still holding my hand I gritted my teeth and called on
 the Power, and endured.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Eventually
 Samuel came in me - I could feel the little hot jets of his semen hitting my vaginal
 walls - and he popped his prick out of me almost before he had finished.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Did you feel it too, boy?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057   Granpa demanded.
\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Yes, Granpa,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  Samuel agreed faithfully.  As 
two words were about the longest sentence anyone ever got out of Samuel at any time
 Granpa accepted it.  Dismissed, Samuel scrambled back to stand beside his twin 
leaving me fully exposed to Granpa}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 s gaze.  My insides scrunched
 up again.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 We}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 ll drive the Devil from you, girl,}\u8217
\'92{\lang2057  he promised and ordered Dad to give me back to him.  Dad lifted 
me from the bed and handed me to Granpa and Granpa impaled me on his prick again
.  Watching his son and three of his grandsons fuck me one after the other had very
 much restored it to life and with his hands gripping me cruelly by the waist again
 he fucked me and fucked me and fucked me, driving me up and down on his twisted
 prick for what seemed like hours until, with his arms barely able to lift me and
 me lolling in his hands like a rag doll and weeping with the pain of his bent prickshaft
 sawing at my torn hymen, he managed a second weak ejaculation into me.  He was 
too weary to throw me back onto the bed and made Dad put me there, and then Dad 
was lying on me and fucking me again and it was only Mom}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 s 
hand in mine that enabled me to hold on.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I didn
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t feel Dad finish and it was Mom{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s hand
 that called me back.  Dashing the tears of weariness, pain and fright from my eyes
 I looked around the bed and saw Granpa in his chair, his misshapen, bloodied prick
 an angry red raw colour and shrivelling.  Dad{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s prick, too, 
was shiny with my cunt-grease and smeared with cum, and though twitching weakly 
was shrinking wearily.  The twins{\lang5129\u8217\'92} pricks were already soft, 
floppy and spent and Joshua{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s sagged out of his black bush of
 hair.  Five of them, two of them twice, and I had beaten them.  Little eight-year
-old me had been fucked by the five of them seven times in one session and I knew
 that without the one-off pain from my torn hymen I could take more.  I even felt
 a jag of annoyance that the men and boys standing or sitting around the bed looking
 down at me hadn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t been able to manage one more between them
 so that it would have been once for each year of my life.  Tidier that way.\par
}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I had
 bruises like a belt around my waist from Granpa{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s fingers, 
my hair was limp and tangled, and my face wet with tears and my body soaked with
 sweat.  There was blood, cum and my cunt-grease smeared from my knees to my navel
.  The torn skin that had once partially blocked off my cunt was burning between
 my legs and I was sobbing quietly but I wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t finished, and
 I knew each man and boy around that bed knew it.  My Power -  the Power that is
 Woman -  filled me, singing in my blood and tingling in my weak muscles.  The gazes
 of five men and boys rested on me and I think they saw it.  They were looking at
 Epiphany.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\par
}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\par
}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs32\kerning28 2\par
}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs32\kerning28\par
}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Granpa
 didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t like it.  Gripping the wheels of his chair angrily he
 spun it round and bowled himself out of the room.  Dad and the boys awkwardly, 
even a bit shyly and guiltily, filed from the room in silence.  Mom stirred beside
 me, climbed from the bed and, naked, crossed to the washstand.  She returned with
 the bowl full of cold water and a flannel and cleaned me up, sponging the sweat
 from my body and the mess from between my thighs.  Gently she dabbed at the wound
 in my vagina until the bleeding stopped, which took some time, but she didn{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}t say anything.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 What
 was there to say?  Dad perhaps might have been able to save me had he stood up 
to Granpa but he had never been able to do it before in his life and I certainly
 wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t important enough for him to change the habit of a lifetime
.  There was nothing at all Mom could have done, in the world she lived in.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 And
 there was nothing now she could tell me.  At eight years old I had come into my
 Power, a Power any woman has although so few seem to know it, or use it.  Perhaps
 you have to go through something like I did to know it, if it doesn{\lang5129\u8217
\'92}t break you first.  And Mom knew it. When the bleeding had stopped and I was
 clean she wiped her own fanny where her son{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s semen had dribbled
 out of her, then dressed and went down to begin the evening meal for us all.\par
}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I lay
 where I was, feeling myself.  No, not with my fingers or anything like that. Feeling
 myself.  Exploring myself.  Getting to know Epiphany.  Then I got up, dressed and
 went downstairs to peel some potatoes for Mom.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 If 
Granpa had thought his story about there being a Devil in my cunt might stop the
 boys from wanting to get into it, he failed.  For a few days they as well as Dad
 all avoided me as much as they could and certainly avoided my eyes when they couldn
{\lang5129\u8216\'91}t avoid me, and for me it was a confirmation of my Power when
 I saw them go a long way around so as not to have to see me, or pass me with their
 eyes downcast to the ground as though I was just too bright to look at.  Slowly
 though, when I just went on being the Ruth they had always known, they began to
 accept me again.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Granpa
 had no such problems.  A week or so after he had ordered my gang-rape by my own
 family Dad took me up to his room and I stood before him in his wheelchair.\par
}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 So, girl,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  he asked me.  }\u8220\'93{\lang2057
Do you still have the Devil in your cunt?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I knew
 him.  Women with the Power in their blood can read a man, any man, like a book.  
He could see the Power in me - most men can see the Power in a woman - and it frightened
 him like it frightens all men.  Men are bigger and stronger than women, and converted
 into violence this strength can crush the Power.  Yet men yearn, too, for a woman
 to have the Power for She is the whore/goddess they desire in their deepest dreams
 and in overcoming her by violence they put that desire out of reach of fulfilment
.  Only by submitting their strength to the Power - like the unicorn to the Virgin
 - can they possess it in the woman of their dreams.  I had come to understand that
, though not in those terms, at eight-years-old.  Many men never understand it.\par
}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Granpa
 was one of them.  He could see the Power in me, had seen it in my battered body
 on the bed a week before, and it frightened him because his only answer to it was
 violence even though he knew that to use violence against it was to lose.  According
 to his lights, then, it was all too easy to see it as the work of the Devil and
 his only response was to try to drive it away.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I knew
 he was going to fuck me, and fuck me, and fuck me week in and week out trying to
 break the Power and I knew that the Power existed only to protect me in my weakness
 against men who had the strength to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me week in and
 week out.  Granpa was setting out to stop an advancing glacier with a sword and
 he knew it.  In truth the answer is easy -  the Power will submit to Love - but
 love did not exist in the Old Testament world Granpa had adopted so he had no choice
 but to pick up the sword.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He 
called it the Devil  but I called it the Power and so couldn{\lang5129\u8217\'92
}t deny that I had it in my cunt.  I stared the answer back at him, terrified because
 no-one in the family answered Granpa back.  He saw it in my eyes and was frightened
.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Take your knickers off,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  he ordered and I did
.  Then he picked me up again, impaled me on his prick and fucked me as hard as 
he could.  Knowing it was coming, for he had already readied his prick, I managed
 to arrange my legs around the front of the chair so that I could at least touch
 the floor with my toes and take some of my weight so that I could stop the head
 of Granpa}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 s prick thumping quite so hard against what I now
 know is my cervix.  Granpa used all his strength to try to master the Power but
 in his dressing table mirror  I could see myself standing over his lap as Mom did
, holding my skirt around my waist as the old man jerked and twitched in his chair
 and his prick banged around inside the soft padded cell of my cunt, and I knew 
the Power was secure.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 And
 infinite, whereas Granpa{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s strength was limited.  Try as he
 might he could not hold off indefinitely his ejaculation and orgasm in me and as
 soon as he lost that battle, he lost the battle with my Power for his strength 
fled from him from his cum and his weapon, his prick, began shrivelling and going
 soft.  Then, beaten, he threw me from him again and lashed at my bare butt and 
legs with his belt but with no strength left in his arms and his aim hindered by
 the tears of fury and despair in his eyes he did not hurt me much. Epiphany had
 beaten Granpa and we both knew it, though I also knew he would not stop trying 
for a while.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I said
 nothing of this to Mom, Dad and the boys but Dad had seen it and I knew they all
 knew.  I had beaten Granpa.  That frightened Dad and the boys, too tho{\lang5129
\u8217\'92} Mom, I know, understood for the Power was in her too.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 And
 in a way Granpa was right.  Having tasted the honey of my cunt Dad and the boys
 were lost in it.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Though
 they avoided my eyes I could see it in theirs.  I could feel their sidelong glances
 at my limbs as, bare-armed and bare-legged, I hoed my way with them along the rows
 of pumpkins.  I could feel their breath in the breeze lifting and playing with 
my long ashen hair as I held the pea-sacks open for the full, ripe pods they were
 plucking from the vines.  I could feel their hot, shamed gazes on my thighs, buttocks
 and pudenda in the shade of my dress as they stood beneath me holding the ladder
 and I picked the last apples from the topmost branches of the trees.  Through the
 sounding-board of the Power I could feel the hot blood pulsing with its need for
 me in their stiff pricks as I, younger and smaller than any of them, danced wet
-slicked in the warm rain at the end of a long, hot, dusty drought.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Weeks
 of fucking and beating me later a defeated Granpa finally gave up trying to defeat
 my Power, the Patriarch of his Tribe trying to purify it for God.  He was just 
an old, sad man half-mad with anger and bitterness and despair who found a special
 joy in fucking his eight-year-old granddaughter, so I began helping him to fuck
 me more comfortably - for both our sakes - and in return he stopped beating me 
afterwards. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 About
 six months after Epiphany was born on the bed in the peeling clapboard farmhouse
 and not long after I turned nine I was working alone with Dad pricking out lettuces
 in the frame shed and the Power was telling me of his need, and the pain of that
 need.  When it became too great for me to bear I just put down the tray, dropped
 to my knees in front of him, got out his prick and massaged it with my mouth until
 his cum jetted down my throat, taking with it all his need and the pain of it.  
As I had been working on him he had been breathing my name and his hands had been
 fondling my head and stroking my hair, and he had never before in my life touched
 me so gently.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
 boys were still too much in awe of Epiphany to approach me despite their throbbing
 needs but once I{\lang5129\u8217\'92}d begun to let Dad fuck me I let them know
 that I was willing to let them fuck me, too.  Not all at once, unless I chose, 
and only when and where and as I chose, and they did not challenge my Power to make
 that choice.  The boys knew Dad was fucking me because they sometimes saw us fucking
 in the wood or the orchard, and Dad knew I was letting the boys fuck me in the 
sheds or their bedroom but said nothing.  Mom knew, of course, because we were women
 together and Dad and the boys were fucking her too and I{\lang5129\u8217\'92}m 
sure even Granpa knew as he fucked me that his Devil had won but he closed his eyes
 to the knowledge and concentrated on the honey in my cunt, because my Power was
 now the power of the family.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\par
}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\par
}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28\par
}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs32\kerning28 3\par
}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs32\kerning28\par
}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 So 
two years passed with us fucking as a family.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Like
 many farms we kept a shed by the roadside and in season sold surplus produce in
 little bags for cash.  The road, run-down and dusty, ran from nowhere to nowhere
 and most of the vehicles that passed by were from farms just like ours.  Enough
 people, though, did venture out of the towns particularly at weekends to buy little
 bags from roadside stalls, which they thought made it better in some way than the
 same stuff bought from the supermart,  to make it worthwhile having one.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 With
 Joshua and the twins big enough now to do a man{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s work in the
 fields and Aaron stronger than me despite being ten months younger, I was given
 the task of minding the shop.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I loved
 it.  I had rarely been left alone for so long.  Nothing to do but sit by the table
 smelling the strawberries in their punnetts on the table next to me, listening 
to the birds, watching the clouds drift by and perhaps waving to the occupants of
 the wagons and trucks as they occasionally rattled by.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 On 
the third day an auto braked sharply as it passed the driveway where I sat and swung
 into it.  It was a town car, expensive, undinted and with only one layer of dust
.  The man who climbed out of it was wearing town shoes and a dark suit with a tie
 like they do in towns.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Hello,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  he said.  }\u8220\'93{\lang2057 What
}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 s your name?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Ruth,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  I told him.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 How much are the strawberries?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  he asked.\par
}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 It 
was a strange question as the price was chalked in big figures on a board beside
 me but I wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t surprised at it as the Power had already made
 me aware of his eyes on my knees and lap, and on my chest where my breasts would
 one day grow.  I told him how much the strawberries were.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 They look very nice,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  he said.  }\u8220\'93{
\lang2057 I think I}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 ll have four cartons.}\u8221\'94{\lang2057
\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 OK}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He 
took out a fat shiny wallet and began counting out some money.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 How old are you, Ruth?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Eleven.}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He 
set the money for the strawberries on the table and then stopped with another bill
 in his hand which he half-offered me.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Would you like twenty dollars for yourself, Ruth?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057
 he asked.  }\u8220\'93{\lang2057 It}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 s yours for a peek at 
your panties.}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I already
 knew what he wanted.  Although he was a complete stranger and I had met few men
 outside those in my family the Power told me all about him.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 And
 I felt a huge disappointment.  I had never in my life had a cent of my own and 
here I was being offered twenty dollars for something I couldn{\lang5129\u8217\'92
}t do.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 I}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 m not wearing any,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  I
 said sadly.  It was easier that way and I don}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 t think Mom 
liked seeing the semen stains in my panties when she had them for the wash.\par}
}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Through
 the Power I felt his heart stop and his chest tighten.  I could feel the want boiling
 in his blood to see me, to touch me, to fuck me, but I was not frightened of him
 as he did not have in him the darkness Granpa did and which made him want to hurt
 because he couldn{\lang5129\u8216\'91}t love.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Would you let me see under your dress, then?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057
 he whispered, still holding out the banknote.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I hesitated
 for a moment because the Power told me to and then bundled the skirt of my dress
 to my waist as I had so often for Dad and the boys, and Grandpa.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I felt
 the man{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s breath turn to concrete in his throat and lungs as
 he gazed on the tight innocent slit in the little soft cushion where my legs met
 my body.  I could hear the blood rushing in his ears and feel the heart thumping
 in his chest.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 His
 mouth popped open a little as he made himself breath again and his eyes flicked
 for a moment to mine in wonderment before fixing again on my little fanny.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 You}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 re very beautiful, Ruth,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057
 he breathed.  I knew that..\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Would you,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  he whispered, }\u8220\'93{\lang2057
For another twenty.  Let me touch you?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He 
was much bigger than me, of course, and older than Dad but he was soft and puffy
 with a stomach that flopped over the waistband of his pants.  He was rich and knew
 all about the world, and he was frightened of me.  If I had dropped my dress and
 burst into tears he would have run back to his car and disappeared in a cloud of
 dust, leaving his money on the table.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Yes,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  I said.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He 
had to bend down and forward a little and his hand sneaked out towards my fanny 
like a boy{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s trying to grab a wary mouse.  I heard him swallow
 and his shallow, shaky breathing and knew his heart was hurting him.  Because he
 only had eyes for his hand creeping up to my fanny and had forgotten that anything
 existed beyond the little cleft Y that was my thighs and my tummy I looked around
 to make sure no-one was coming. No-one was.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He 
moaned, a little whine he was unaware of as his trembling fingertip touched the 
very tip of my split and, hardly touching me, traced it downwards to where my legs
 pressed together. I moved my feet slightly, opening my legs just enough to let 
him slip his finger between them to where the little roll of my clit peeked shyly
 out of the slit.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
 Power was tingling like electricity up and down my spine and was letting me feel
 the soft dry warmth of my skin on the man{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s fingertip and its
 brush with each tiny blond hair like those on my arms and the backs of my hands
 which also, I had not realised before, were thinly spread on the curve between 
my legs.  I could feel what he was feeling through his fingertip as it stroked so
 lightly across the dry wrinkled back of the worm of my clit and burrowed on further
.  I marvelled as did the man at the sudden warmth, like the opening of an oven 
door, and the moist breath his fingertip felt as it softly parted the little flaps
 that lay at the entrance to my cunt.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 No-
one had ever touched me like that before, so softly and with such fascination and
 such wonderment.  Even when they knew I was Epiphany - , tho{\lang5129\u8217\'92
} they didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t know the name as I didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t 
then -  even then when the boys were in awe of me their hard farmers{\lang5129\u8217
\'92} fingers were rough as sandpaper and direct as bullets as they rubbed my fanny
 and poked into my cunt.    This stranger{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s fingertip was gentle
 and cautious like a man{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s exploring the innards of an unexploded
 bomb as it softly probed the entrance and eased itself into the warm sheath of 
my vagina.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He 
was a sad man, my Power told me as my cunt enfolded his finger.  A lonely man for
 all that he had a wife and kids.  A man of disappointments, of masks over emptiness
.  The bending twist his slack flabby body was having to assume in order to get 
his hand between my legs and his finger up my cunt was hurting his back and I could
 feel it.  I could smell scented soap and the tangy fragrances men wear on their
 cheeks but it didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t cover the heavy sour smell of his fat.  
He had hair in his ears and dapples of sweat on the bald patch on his head as he
 bowed over me, snorting in his tension and not knowing it.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Oh,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  he breathed as his knuckles pressed against
 my clit, and through the Power I felt the soft press of my cunt walls sucking at
 his finger.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He 
kept it there for an age, unmoving as the Power in me watched him grapple every 
precious moment of the experience - his finger in an eleven-year-old girl{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s cunt - to his soul. Then reluctantly he removed it and, despite my 
Power, surprised me by dropping to his knees in his expensive trousers on the gravel
 of the roadside and lowering his face to my fanny.  He breathed in the scent of
 my cunt and I experienced it as he did, young as apple-blossom, fruity as ripe 
strawberries, strong as a thunderstorm.  Then he kissed me square on the clit.\par
}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Granpa
 had never wanted me to take his mutilated prick into my mouth for, I guess, he 
thought the act a perversion and the work of the Devil.  Or perhaps he was just 
too ashamed of it.  And for all the hundreds of times over the years I had taken
 their pricks into my mouth Dad and the boys had never kissed my fanny.  The boys
 had studied it, sure.  They{\lang5129\u8217\'92}d looked closely at it, spreading
 apart the lips to my cunt with their fingers in order to see the hole, teasing 
my clit out of its hiding place and trying to see where I peed from, but they had
 never kissed it.  They had never thought to.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 And
 the man was right, I thought as I checked around again to make sure no-one was 
about and the man{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s tongue lapped at my crack.  It was right
 that he should be on his knees before me, kissing the source of my Power.  Worshipping
 it, worshipping me.  After all, I was a goddess.  At that moment his Epiphany.\par
}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He 
let go of my little bottom, lifted his face away from my thighs and climbed awkwardly
 to his feet, brushing the dirt from his knees.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Ruth, you are amazing,}\u8217\'92{\lang2057  he whispered.  No, {
\i  }I\u8216\'91m not{\i .}  The Goddess is.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Have you ever\u8230\'85?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057   He paused, terrified
 of me.  }\u8220\'93{\lang2057 Have you ever\u8230\'85?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057   I
 waited, though I knew from the Power what he was trying to say.  }\u8220\'93{\lang2057
Have you ever seen a man}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 s prick?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  he 
asked quickly.  I waited again and then nodded slowly.  A little doubtfully.\par
}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Would you like to see mine?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I shrugged
 that I didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t mind one way or the other.  He unzipped his flies
 and pulled it out.  It throbbed stiffly before me, little different from Dad{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s or Joshua{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s tho{\lang5129\u8217\'92} bigger than
 the twins{\lang5129\u8217\'92} of course. I looked at it.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Ruth,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  he breathed.  }\u8220\'93{\lang2057 I
}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 ll give you another twenty if you}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 ll 
touch it.}\u8221\'94{\lang2057   His prick waved in the air as he twisted to add
 a bill to the little pile on the table and then pointed at me again.  The Power
 told me to wait a moment and then put out a hand to it a little reluctantly.  It
 was warm and dry and alive.  And it wanted me the way a baby wants its mother.  
The way worshippers want their goddess.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I stroked
 it with all the experience learned in six years of stroking pricks - more than 
half my life -  and felt the man{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s soul in my hands.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I knew
 my Power was absolute and I tired of the game.  Sinking to my knees before the 
man I took him in my mouth.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Had
 I been the Devil as Granpa believed the man{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s soul would have
 been mine as there was not an atom of him that had not become mine to command.  
But Granpa was wrong, and I did not want any part of him.  The Power protects.  
It does not seek to command.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 His
 hands on my head were as soft as my father{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s had been once 
he had seen the whore/goddess in me and as I sucked him he repeated my name over
 and over like a mantra, a prayer.  {\lang5129\u8220\'93}Oh Ruth.  Ruth.{\lang5129
\u8221\'94}  I brought him to climax and his cum tasted no different as it carried
 from him into me all his impossible longings, bitter disappointments, self loathing
.  His prick softened between my lips and the Power let me feel the huge stillness
 and peace and vast satisfaction that filled the space left by his orgasm.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Oh Ruth,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  he said with a sigh.  }\u8220\'93{
\lang2057 That was fantastic.}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I rose
 to my feet, no taller than the smart pen-top peeping out of the top pocket of his
 slightly shiny jacket, and popped a strawberry from one of the punnets he had bought
 into my mouth to take away the taste of his cum.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He 
put his prick back into his pants, still shiny with my spit and with a last glob
 of semen oozing from its little mouth, and looked at me.  Yet he had nothing to
 say.  What is there for a man to say to a Goddess at his Epiphany?  I looked back
 at him.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 You won}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 t tell anyone?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  
he asked eventually.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I looked
 puzzled.  Who was there to tell?  What was there to tell?  I{\lang5129\u8217\'92
}d only done what I{\lang5129\u8217\'92}d already done twice that day, and would
 probably have to do again before I got to bed.  To reassure the man I shook my 
head.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Are you here every day?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I nodded
. {\lang5129\u8220\'93}While there{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s strawberries.{\lang5129
\u8221\'94}\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Would you mind if I came to see you again?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057   
\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 What
 was there to mind, or not mind?  He was nothing to me.  But my Power was huge to
 him and he had to ask these things.  I shrugged.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He 
dithered for a moment more, loaded his strawberries into his car and drove away.  
I sat down as the dust and the quiet settled again and I looked at my $60.  I would
 have done it for nothing had he just asked.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He 
came back three days later, first just driving past and looking carefully around
.  When he drove by the other way there was a woman with a child buying some strawberries
 so he had to keep going. When he returned ten minutes later I was alone.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Hello Ruth,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  he said.  }\u8220\'93{\lang2057
Remember me?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I nodded
.  The peace I had given him had gone and I could feel the desire in him, driving
 him like the tide.  Though only his finger and tongue had tasted the honey of my
 cunt he wanted more.  Needed more.  And he was afraid of me.  Afraid I wouldn{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}t give him any.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 What we did\u8230\'85}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  he began.  }\u8220\'93
{\lang2057 What we did.  Did you mind?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I shrugged
.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Thanks
 to the Power I knew the questions boiling in his mind.  Where had I learned to 
do it?  How long had I been doing it? Who did I do it to?  What was I thinking and
 feeling as I did it? Yet he was afraid to ask and, after all, only one question
 really mattered to him.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Ruth.  You are so beautiful. You are an amazing little girl.  If 
I gave you a hundred dollars\u8230\'85.  would you let me put my prick inside you
?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He 
showed me the bill to prove he had it.  I had never seen a $100 bill before.\par
}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Buy some strawberries?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  I asked.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Yes.  Yes.  Of course.}\u8221\'94{\lang2057   He placed the price
 of four punnets onto the table next to the $100 bill.  His hand was shaking.\par
}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 A car
 on the road announced its approach with a plume of dust five minutes before it 
arrived.  There were no plumes on the road in either direction.  The drive to the
 house half-a-mile away where the well had been dug was empty and nothing moved 
under the hot sun.  I nodded at the man and led him to a little rusty-iron lock-
up next to the stall where the boxes of fruit were stored overnight.  Left on the
 stall they disappeared.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Inside
 I hitched up my dress, sat on the rickety old table and lay back with my legs dangling
 over the edge as I had there and in a dozen other places for Dad and the boys.\par
}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Ruth, my Angel,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  the man croaked as though he
 was having difficulty speaking, and I liked }\u8216\'91{\lang2057 Angel}\u8217\'92
{\lang2057  because it went with Epiphany even if I didn}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 t 
know the word then.  I knew the concept.  }\u8220\'93{\lang2057 Can I see you\u8230
\'85.?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  He softly and reverently touched my chest.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 This
 surprised me.    I knew how interested Dad was in Mom{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s tits
 as I was still sleeping in their room, and the boys loved them too.  Several times
 I had nearly tripped over Josh or one of the twins fucking Mom on the kitchen floor
, for if they asked she gave it to them then and there, and then got up and went
 back to whatever she had been doing before.  Dad and the boys knew perfectly well
 that I had no tits to be interested in and thus paid no attention to my chest. 
Why the man should be interested in my titless chest I couldn{\lang5129\u8217\'92
}t imagine but the Power told me that he really, really was so I unbuttoned the 
front of my dress and folded it back for him.  I could have taken it off quite easily
 but I never did for Dad or the boys and didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t see why I should
 for him.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He 
stroked me, fingertips gently tracing the ribs under my prairie-flat chest, and 
kissed as though they were the Pope{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s ring each little brown
 nipple.  He stroked me from neck to knee, even slipping his hand under the rumpled
 dress lying on my stomach in order to stroke that, but left out my fanny as though
 leaving it the way you leave the best bits of a pudding until last.  He teased 
my nipples with a gentle finger as though they were buttons that, if pressed, rewarded
 you with either a million dollars or a million volts, and for the first time ever
 the Power which let me share what he was feeling let me know how velvety soft they
 were while I felt for myself how a gentle touch on the little round pimples at 
their centre sent tingles of pleasure like streams to join the great ocean of Power
 in me.  The man{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s hand made me feel nice in a way Dad and the
 boys had never even attempted - had never even thought of attempting, the Power
 told me - and I began to enjoy myself.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Too
 soon for me he moved on, although I knew the man was terrified that someone would
 come and catch him in the shed with me and was being lashed by every passing second
 he spent there.  He moved around to stand  between my knees draped over the edge
 of the table and laid his hand on my fanny like a priest touching a sacred object
 on an altar and through the Power I felt the warm softness of the kiss that the
 lips between my legs gave him back on the palm of his hand.  So I understood why
 he bent and kissed it in worship, slipping his tongue inside my cunt as far as 
it would go, and for the first time I tasted my cunt juice.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Once
, years ago, Dad and Mom had taken Granpa to hospital in town when the pain in his
 legs had him screaming, and the boys and I had been left alone in the house.  In
 a cupboard in Granpa{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s room we had found an open bottle of 
cherry brandy and it seemed to me that the taste of my cunt as it lay on the man
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s tongue was just like that one sip of cherry brandy stolen
 so long ago.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Time
 was clawing at the man{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s back like a cat and he rose too soon
 from the kiss, his prick jutting stiffly from his thighs.  Nervously and trembling
 with tension he stepped between my knees, bobbed down the  couple of inches necessary
 to line his prick up with my cunt and eased it into me.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He 
knew immediately that his was not the first prick to slip into me, and the Power
 told me that if he were to know in that moment how often and for how many years
 how many pricks had gone that way before his heart would break. But he didn{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}t.  All it meant to him was that I was whore/goddess, and that as he 
had paid for the whore, deserved the whore and had properly worshipped the goddess
, his conscience could accept what he was doing.   Had I been virgin, I realise 
now as I didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t then, what he was doing would have been Sacrifice
 and he knew in his heart that he didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t deserve that.  He would
 still have done it - his need was driving him too hard - but afterwards his conscience
 would have demanded atonement which could have destroyed him.  I was Sacrificed
 on Granpa{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s prick, a victim of his mad imaginings, and Epiphany
 was born to revenge me.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
 man{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s prick sliding back and forth in me was only knowing the
 whore and for $100 he could have bought that anywhere.  What he recognised as a
 precious, once-in-a-lifetime moment for men like him was that he was coupling with
 a goddess as well.  It was this that was pounding in his heart and singing in his
 blood as he fucked me, this he was confirming when he lay smoothed gentle palms
 across my breastless little-girl{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s chest as he fucked me, this
 his eyes were telling him as he watched his prick slide in and out of the vagina
 in the bald, young fanny between my child{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s thin thighs. When
 his cum burst from him into the tight confines of my vagina it was the unbearably
 sweet knowledge that he was impregnating a goddess that made him cry out and sag
 at the knees, and broke out in sweat across his brow, for the whores he had paid
 in town to receive his seed had never, could never be as sweet.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Oh Ruth, Ruth, my Angel,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  he gasped as the aftershocks
 of his orgasm wracked him, my Power sharing with me the tingling cascading from
 his scalp to his toes as his prick twitched and pumped the dregs of his ejaculation
 into me.  }\u8216\'91{\lang2057 Angel}\u8217\'92{\lang2057  pleased me as it proved
 he was in some way aware of what I was and I was also glad I hadn}\u8217\'92{\lang2057
t been lying under him when he had come for it would not have been pleasant to have
 had his soft bulk collapsing on me as his flabby strength left him with his cum
.  I didn}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 t mind the boys lying on me when they fucked me as
 they weren}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 t too heavy but I always made Dad fuck me standing
 between my legs as I didn}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 t like being squashed under him.
\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
 moment was already past but the man was still clinging to it as he stood with his
 shrivelling prick in my cunt.  His blood was still burning with the knowledge that
 he was fucking a goddess - although to him I was just an eleven-year-old girl with
 a Power he could dimly see - but he was old and flabby and the life was dying from
 his prick.  Sadly he let it slip out of me and it was gone.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Are you all right?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  he asked me, panting.\par
}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 It 
was a surprising question as he had done nothing even remotely capable of harming
 me in any way.  Puzzled, I looked at him and nodded.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Good, because I wouldn}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 t want to hurt you,}\u8221
\'94{\lang2057  he said.  }\u8220\'93{\lang2057 I could never hurt you.}\u8221\'94
{\lang2057   I already knew that.  He had seen and felt the Power and although it
 awed and humbled him he knew it did not threaten him.  In any case the man was 
too soft and weak for violence.  I sat up on the table and began buttoning up my
 dress.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 You won}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 t\u8230\'85..  You won}\u8217\'92{\lang2057
t tell anyone about this?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057   he asked.  I shook my head.  He
 was stuffing his prick back into his trousers just like Dad and the boys did afterwards
.  I slipped off the table onto my feet, my dress falling like a curtain around 
my hips and hiding my legs to the knees.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
 man wanted to cry, my Power told me.  In the huge, still peace left behind by the
 storm of his orgasm he no longer saw my Power.  He saw only a smallish eleven-year
-old girl with straight ash-blond hair half-way down her back in a cheap flower-
print summer frock, wearing no socks in her scuffed black lace-up shoes and a serene
 expression. A smallish eleven-year-old girl he had just fucked.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He 
had a girl at home like me, I knew. Young and waifish.  Perhaps younger.  Yet not
 like me in that the Power had not yet woken in her, or been woken.  The serenity
 he had purchased from me was already being troubled by his thoughts of her, his
 reawakening need for her only momentarily sated by what he had done with me.  And
 a need that would return all the stronger as he transposed what he had done with
 me onto what he wanted to do with her.  He was already seeing her face on his memory
 of my body spread open to him on the table, feeling my cunt as hers.  If he was
 no longer aware of the difference between us, overlooked the fact that he saw a
 Power in me that he didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t see in his daughter, he would burn
 to experience in her what he had in me and expect it to affect her as little as
 it had me.  Now, with his soul at peace, he could see it yet he knew the storm 
would gather, destroying that peace and the understanding that went with it.  He
 knew dimly that the little girl he would not hurt for the world was now at far 
greater risk of such hurt because of what he had done with me.  Perhaps because 
of me, who had enabled him to have a once-in-a-lifetime experience.  He wanted to
 cry.  I felt sad but, like my mother when I was sacrificed to his mad beliefs and
 his lusts on the altar of my grandfather{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s lap, there was nothing
 I could so about it.  He gathered up his strawberries and left.  I added the $100
 bill to the $60 in a jar I had stolen from the kitchen and hid the jar very very
 well.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I never
 saw him again but four days later another shiny town car pulled up at the stall
 and another flabby man in a suit climbed out, already tingling with his need and
 anticipation.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Hello,}\u8217\'92{\lang2057  he said.  }\u8220\'93{\lang2057 Is your
 name Ruth?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Yes,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057   I said.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Would you like to earn $100?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 So 
I let him fuck me in the little shed and added the bill to the jar.  And sold him
 some strawberries.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Two
 days later two men arrived in the same car and one kept watch while the other fucked
 me and then they changed over.  Later still one of them arrived with two others
 in two cars and as one kept watch the other two crowded into the shed with me and
 one took pictures while the other fucked me, changed over to take more pictures
 then one went out to keep watch while the third man came in to have pictures taken
 of him fucking me.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 When
 the strawberries started going soft and mushy so that no-one wanted them the stall
 was closed down and I had $3, 460 in the jar.  I was glad, though, that it was 
over for the men who were arriving with the $100 bills in their hands were not, 
most of them, like that sad first man who had seen the Power in me.  Most of the
 men thought the power was in the $100 bill so I was just whore to them and I let
 them bang away at me while I watched the cobwebs wave in the draughts in the shed
 roof.  They never saw the Goddess and went away without Epiphany.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I went
 on being whore and Goddess for Granpa, Dad and the boys and when the stall reopened
 to sell the apples and pears and peaches in the fall I asked that Aaron mind it
, because I knew the men would return and I did not like just being whore.  And 
because of my Power Granpa agreed.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 At 
Christmas I bled for the first time and Mom told me what to do about it.  And about
 Easter Dad, Joshua or one of the twins got me pregnant.  I know it hadn{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}t been Aaron because although he was beginning to take an interest in
 me he hadn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t been able to fuck me properly.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
 strawberries were ripe on the plants when I told Mom that my bleedings had stopped
 again.  She got me to take my dress off, stroked my belly and told me I was going
 to have a baby.  Granpa, who liked to think he was the only one fucking me, was
 overjoyed and said it was his Easter Miracle, Dad looked unhappy, Joshua looked
 proud, the twins were confused, Aaron looked sad and it for me was just too big
 to comprehend.  Mom just hugged me and told me that God knew best.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 As 
Granpa said I wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t to work in the fields in my condition I
 was sent out to the stall again to sell strawberries and after a week the men started
 coming back.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Granpa
, Dad and the boys had not stopped fucking me as the baby was still very little, 
although Mom told the boys not to lie on me when they fucked me, and so I let the
 men who came to the stall fuck me although I didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t like it
.  When the strawberries came to an end I had $9, 472.50 in the jar, as some of 
the men liked to give me a tip afterwards as well as the $100 up front and three
 men who made a film of me being fucked in the shed by them, gave me $500.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I also
 didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t like it that my tits had begun to grow about the same
 time my bleedings started  and Grampa, Dad, the boys and the men were all fascinated
 by them.  They were stroked, fondled, kissed, squeezed, pressed and caressed so
 often some days that they were almost permanently sore.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Granpa
 had never allowed Mom to have a bra as he believed their purpose was to thrust 
a woman{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s breasts in a man{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s face and he
 wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t about to change that rule for me.  I liked it in that
 some men looked at them and touched them like they could see the Goddess in them
 but they could be uncomfortable, too, and some men sucked them so hard it was like
 they were trying to drink the milk that was not there yet.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 By 
the time the apples started my belly had swollen so that everyone could see it and
 some of them men who came to the stall went away again without fucking me.  Most
 stayed, though, and fucked me carefully on the little table in the shed with their
 hands softly stroking my lump with wonder as though it was the Goddess{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s, which I liked.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Then
 one day yet another shiny town car scrunched to a stop on the gravel in front of
 the stall and a man climbed out.  He was younger than most and not dressed in a
 suit as most of them were.  He reminded me of the men who had come to make the 
film of me being fucked and I wondered if they wanted to make another one, especially
 as my Power told me that although he{\lang5129\u8217\'92}d looked at me and wondered
 what it would be like to fuck me, his blood was not burning with the need to like
 it was in most of the men.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Hello,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  he said.  }\u8220\'93{\lang2057 Are 
you Ruth?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Yes.}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Are you going to have a baby?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Yes.}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Who put the baby in you?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057   Some of the other
 men had asked that one.  Sometimes the answer had made them go away without fucking
 me and as it was hot and my baby was heavy and my little tits were sore I half 
hoped it would make this man go away without fucking me. He seemed very kind and
 friendly but I had known instantly that he had seen nothing of my Power and never
 would, and I preferred being fucked by the ones who saw my Power because they worshipped
 the Goddess in me.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Dad, or one of the boys.  It probably wasn}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 t
 Granpa though he thinks it was.  His balls don}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 t work.}\u8221
\'94{\lang2057\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 How old are you, Ruth?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057   A lot of the men wanted
 to know that.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Twelve.}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Uhuh.}\u8221\'94{\lang2057   he smiled sadly.  }\u8220\'93{\lang2057
You gonna be here a while?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Uhuh.  While there}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 s apples to sell.  You gonna
 buy some?}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Not today.  But I}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 ll be back, OK?}\u8221\'94
{\lang2057\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 OK.}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He 
came back with a nurse and a kind woman in a shiny town car, and three police cars
.  While they put me into the back of the car with the nurse and the kind woman 
the police cars drove on down to the farm.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 They
 took me to a {\lang5129\u8216\'91}place of safety{\lang5129\u8217\'92} with locks
 on the doors and bars on the windows.  Men in white coats talked to me, for hours
 sometimes, and tried to take the whore out of the Goddess which showed that they
 did not know Epiphany because that{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s what the Goddess is. Women
 tried too, one so old that she told me to think of her as my grandmother, which
 I couldn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t as I{\lang5129\u8217\'92}d never had one, and a 
pretty young one who had trouble because the whore/goddesss was strong in her and
 she was fighting her own while trying to fight mine.  She thought she was clever
 because she had read lots of books and studied.  I though she was silly for ignoring
 the obvious and fighting the inevitable, and turning her back on the Goddess.\par
}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
 pain came and  they took me to a place for me to have my baby and I did, and they
 took it away without letting me see it and wouldn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t even let
 me know if it was a girl or a boy.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 When
 I was well again I was taken to a different place with no bars on the windows but
 a high fence around its gardens just one gate which a man in a uniform opened to
 let people in and out.  There were adults there, some deeply unhappy ones and some
 blissfully happy ones that lived in their own worlds like Granpa but who had found
 something better to make them with.  I was in a ward for problem children, which
 didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t surprise me as I knew I represented a problem to them
 as I refused to let them mould me into their image.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Two
 years passed after the birth of my baby and the Goddess gave me strength.  The 
people at the institution gave me schooling and because the Goddess told me I needed
 it I revelled in the truth Granpa hadn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t wanted us to see as
 it didn{\lang5129\u8216\'91}t fit into his world.  I was, they declared, a highly
 intelligent girl who would do wonderfully well in their world - if I would only
 forget the Epiphany born on Dad{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s bed six years before and 
move on.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 But
 I am Epiphany, and would not deny the Goddess.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Then
 Mike came to the boy{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s wing, where they had to send him because
 he was too young for prison. Mike had the Devil in him.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Not
 Granpa{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s Devil, with horns and hooves and evil intent.  Mike
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s Devil was just his defence against what had happened to him
 and made him clever at looking after himself.  Mike{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s Devil
 recognised my Goddess and each knew they needed the other.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Mike
 found somewhere we could fuck without getting caught and there one night I told
 him about the jar with over $10,000 in it hidden by the little roadside stall in
 the middle of nowhere.  Four nights later we ran.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Mike
 stole cars and food for us and clothes off washing lines and two nights later I
 stood again in the little stall with the jar in my hand, looking over the still
, dark fields to the light in Mom and Dad{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s bedroom, but I didn
{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t want to go there.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Two
 days later we reached the city Mike knew and he found a room we could live in from
 people who didn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t ask any questions.  Mike would go out and
 bring back men to fuck me while he took the money and we ate well and bought nice
 things and laughed, for Mike{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s Devil wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92
}t dark when he laughed.  He took me to a shed where I put on schoolgirl{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s clothes or clothes like Shirley Temple{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s in the
 {\lang5129\u8216\'91}Wizard of Oz{\lang5129\u8217\'92} and films were taken of 
men fucking me, six men at the same time on one film.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 And
 after that because Mike said it paid better they got me to fuck animals, and although
 animals cannot see the Goddess her Power could still touch their maleness and made
 the dogs and horses and the frightened chimpanzee want to fuck me so that the men
 behind the cameras shook their heads and said {\lang5129\u8216\'91}fantastic{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Best
 paying were the films with the ropes, chains and handcuffs, and the whips, needles
 and clamps.  I did not understand then what these had to do with the Goddess but
 she told me I had taken worse under Granpa{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s belt and could
 take it, so I did.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Then
 it all changed again.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 In 
the shed where they made the films four men were waiting to fuck me for the cameras
.  Often the Goddess was quiet at these times for only the men behind the cameras
, and the men behind them, saw her while the men who were fucking me didn{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}t.  But one of those four men did and even when I couldn{\lang5129\u8217
\'92}t see whose prick it was in my cunt, ass, mouth or hand, I knew which prick
 was his.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 During
 a break when they were checking the tapes and the men were getting their breath
 back I talked to him and we arranged to meet next day.  We met, he took me back
 to his place and we fucked for ourselves, not the cameras and not for money, and
 I had the first orgasm of my life.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Does
 that surprise you?  \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 I was
 not fucked often during the two years in the institution but often enough during
 the other six years since Epiphany to claim a very conservative average of three
 a day, every day.  That{\lang5129\u8217\'92}s about nine thousand fucks, by perhaps
 a thousand different men - Mike had kept me busy - and not one orgasm among them
.  Twice as many fucks by the time I was sixteen than most men manage in a lifetime
.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 But
 Epiphany is Goddess/whore and whores do not orgasm unless they want to, for that
 is not their job.  Yet Alan loved me despite the Goddess, the first man to do so
, and I could be Goddess without whore for him.  And so I could orgasm.  And orgasm
 and orgasm.  Alan blew my mind and, because he loved me, I blew his.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 At 
last, exhausted and the quiet after the storm, we talked.  Alan was athletic and
 handsome, which the men behind the cameras liked for their films, and he did it
 for the money to help pay his college fees - and because it was fun for a man, 
of course.  He usually worked for a better company, though, and he took me to them
 and they defended me when Mike came looking for me.  Then I made for them the classy
 films you{\lang5129\u8217\'92}ve probably seen, and which I{\lang5129\u8217\'92
}m still making as Alan manages my career and we fuck each other just for love.\par
}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 A while
 back I got hold of copies of some the films I{\lang5129\u8217\'92}d made before
, the dark ones, which wasn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t easy as they are much in demand
, from cops most of all.  For the first time I saw myself as men see me and I understood
.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 A pearl
, they say, shines brightest amid shit, and they put me through some shit.  Yet 
even the men who find it hardest to see the Goddess cannot fail to see her in the
 steady gaze and serene smile of the little girl transcending the pain of the whip
-weals and the needles in her flesh, the clamps crushing her nipples and her clit
, the ropes and chains biting into her skin, the joint-stressing contortions on 
the cross and sinew-wrenching strain of the chains.  And although I did not see 
it then the Goddess knew, and endured so that even the saddest of men might have
 Epiphany.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 So 
I have gone back to making those films but with a far better crew and under the 
direction of the Goddess, and can trust in the man who loves me.  And the future
 excites me.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Yet
 this is not quite the end.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Two
 weeks ago the table next to ours in the restaurant ordered strawberries and as 
their fragrance reached my nose the Goddess spoke to me of unfinished business.  
I cleared my diary for two days, promised Alan I would be back and drove and drove
 until I was on a road, run-down and dusty, from nowhere to nowhere.  In a broken
-down stall beside a table bearing strawberries a young boy sat watching the traffic
 go by.  I drew in.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 Hello, Aaron,}\u8221\'94{\lang2057  I said to him.\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 He 
did not recognise me, of course.  I was far from the twelve-year-old, pregnant Ruth
 he had last seen.  The Goddess saw the fear and awe in his eyes as he yearned for
 her in the me beneath the thousand-dollar shirt and two-thousand dollar jeans.\par
}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang5129\fs24\kerning28\u8220
\'93{\lang2057 It}\u8217\'92{\lang2057 s me.  Ruth.}\u8221\'94{\lang2057\par}}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 His
 Epiphany left him panting and quivering as he admitted it to himself,  for only
 the Ruth he had known could have asked him the questions I did.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 The
 police had questioned them all and must have known that the boys were fucking Mom
 but they did nothing for I guess it was all too difficult, and with me no longer
 there they saw no real harm.  Granpa went madder and madder and was taken away 
to an institution just like mine after he tried to burn the house down with himself
 in it.  As soon as he was old enough David had run and joined the Army and they
 had letters from him now and then but Dad was still fucking Mom by night and Joshua
, Samuel and Aaron were fucking her by day - for Dad needed them - and she still
 hadn{\lang5129\u8217\'92}t had any more babies.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 As 
he told me all this I saw his eyes on me still dazzled by Epiphany and through the
 Goddess I knew his thoughts.  When he had finished I took him by the hand and led
 him into the little tin shed, took off the thousand-dollar shirt and two-thousand
 dollar jeans and lay on the same rickety table so that my little brother could 
at last fuck me as he had so often seen his big brothers do, laying at last to rest
 the envy and jealousy that had been eating at his heart for five years.  \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 And
 the peace he at last felt when he came in me made him weep at its beauty, for this
 is the gift of the Goddess to all men if they only will acknowledge Her.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1\fi282{\f0\lang2057\fs24\kerning28 Dressing
 again I asked Aaron to let Mom know he had seen me and that I was happy, safe and
 successful, and missed her.  I asked him not to let Dad or his brothers know lest
 it starts them yearning for the Goddess they once knew and had lost.  Aaron I promised
 to visit again, unannounced and for a few moments only as is a Goddess{\lang5129
\u8217\'92}s way, and I will.  Then I drove away down the road to nowhere again, 
plume of dust at my tail and the car filled with the sweet scent of the strawberries
 filling the back seat.\par}

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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28\u169\'a9  Rex Antioch 2003
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