“You’ll be at State, not County,” said the woman peremptorily. “Now git!” she snapped, and her henchmen wrestled the twins into the back of a police van, several others standing guard in case the boys tried to escape.
I was bereft, but suddenly knew what Landon had been trying to do. He’d subtly told me where to find them tomorrow, which was crucial because I’m pregnant with their baby.
CHAPTER TWO
Morgan
I thought that was the finale to a horrendous night, but little did I know. My mom turned to me with tearful eyes and cried, “Morgan, are you okay? Those two brutes … I can’t believe it,” she said pitifully, her eyes pooling. “It’s just been so hard on me, you know?”
“Hard on you!” I exclaimed. “You’ve been traipsing around the world for the last two years with Gerald! I hardly even see you! How could this be hard on you?”
Linda was misguided. She’d been thrilled to marry Gerald because his fortune provided us with a luxurious lifestyle, a welcome change from our previously hardscrabble life. But my mom had become a wraith. Instead of mothering a sensitive daughter, she’d lavished her attentions on my new stepdad, leaving me to raise myself. She had no idea what’d been happening in my life, and her characterization of my stepbrothers as brutes was totally unfounded and wrong.
I wanted nothing to do with her. After all, she’d been a conspirator in Gerald’s plan to lock-up Cole and Landon, and I turned away, intending to sequester myself until morning, when I could visit my lovers. But no such luck. Unexpectedly, handcuffs were clipped around my wrists, the metal ice cold on my skin.#p#分页标题#e#
“Hey!” I gasped. “Mom, what’s going on?” I asked, as I was dragged to a police cruiser.
“Baby,” she said, her face crumpling. “Gerald told me the boys have been hurting you, and … we thought it would be best if you went to the hospital for an exam.”
No! The twins hadn’t hurt me at all, our loving had been completely consensual, mutual and warm. But who knows what lurid stories Gerald had been feeding my mom – he probably told her that his sons were ogres, and had knocked me around.
I felt my stomach drop, as the officers pushed me into the back of the cop car, because I knew our loving bore marks. The twins were always enthusiastic during sex, and there was two of them and one of me, not to mention the fact that they were double my size. So what if there were a couple bruises around my waist? So what if there was a bit of tearing around my pussy? I was a small girl still learning to take their members, and was willing to push my body to the limits to accommodate them.
But I knew it would look as if I’d been forced, roughhoused and manhandled. My eyes filled with tears because the exam results would surely classify me as a victim of rape, exacerbating this mess. The nightmare only got worse and worse.
CHAPTER THREE
Morgan
I sat on the exam table, shivering and cold under the fluorescent lights. I wore nothing but a hospital gown, a flimsy piece of paper with a huge hole in the back. The tiny pink and green flowers on the material only contrasted with the stark, impersonal surroundings of the exam room.
A knock sounded on the door, and I said, “Come in!”
To my surprise, it wasn’t the nurse who had signed me in. Instead, a young man with light brown hair and white lab jacket came in, medical charts in hand.
“Hi Morgan,” he said soothingly. “I’m Dr. Johnson, the attending at Mercy Medical. I’m here to do your rape exam,” he said. “Before we begin, do you have any questions for me? I can explain the process to you in detail, in case the nurse wasn’t thorough enough.”
“No, no questions,” I said softly, hanging my head. Suddenly, I jerked up, my eyes flashing. “But it wasn’t a rape,” I said forcefully. “I had sex with two men of my own free will, and this rape thing is part of a conspiracy invented by my stepdad.”
Dr. Johnson’s expression didn’t change at all.
“I understand,” he said professionally, “and I’ll take that into account. At the hospital, we see all sorts of things, and we have methods to determine whether it’s rough sex versus flat-out rape,” he soothed. “But the most important thing is to get the exam started. We’ll move through the different steps slowly, and the medical results will tell their own story.”
I hung my head again, ashamed and sad at what was happening. Defeated, I lifted my feet into the stirrups, leaning back as the doctor gingerly lifted my hospital gown. He didn’t touch me at first, instead doing a visual inspection of my genital area. I flushed. I had just done DP with my brothers, and my pussy and anus must have looked ravaged, red and puffy after a sustained pummeling by my brothers.