Welcome to Tennessee 1 (Warning Triggers)
Hello MS Community,
It is said, I mean I have heard this on many occasions, that you never forget your first time. I can pretty much gosh damn guarantee you that I won’t forget mine. I live this this over and over like one of those LP's that has a scratch in it and just plays the same piece continuously, over, and over. After we had moved to this seemingly idyllic place it took no time for one of the adult individuals that ran this group of <use your own descriptor> to make fast friends with my Dad, and later I figured out use it to gather information about me. We were in Tennessee in a seemingly ideal rural community. It did not take my dad time hardly anytime at all to remarry himself to a woman that was a registered nurse, and she was a very nice lady. She had already raised several children though from a previous marriage, so I was not on the priority list. Dad began his job as a corporate pilot for the Tennessee Valley Authority and both would be gone for extended periods of time. Well this adult I speak of had done everything but discover cold fusion to impress my dad. It was inevitable in this situation that the subject of someone looking after me was bound to come up. This person had won my dad’s trust so easily, well of course he suggested he could do it, needed the extra money. As smart of my dad was he fell for this like a fly does in Venus Fly Trap, had no clue.
The fist day I was left with him, there was no fuss of pretension or games it was right to work. He took me to another home that was a good distance for my house, hell I don’t know how far it was? The situation in this home was a nightmare of epic proportions; There were two brothers that lived here, a 16 yeah old and a 14-year-old. There dad was a Federal Marshall, who was also away from home quite a lot. Their mother had died a couple of years prior to my arrival, and now I cannot recall from what. I was taken here, and told by my super-duper adult minder to do as I was told. The 14-year-old never bothered me and as I grew older even attempted to protect me a few times. The older of the two, who I will call Tommy, had no such agenda.
I had not been there twenty minutes before he was dragging me up to his bedroom. When he told me to take my clothes off and I didn’t he simply did it for me. This is just fucked up, and how anyone that age and so much more power could do this to a kid is beyond me. His first act was to take one of those smaller zip ties like one will use on a garbage bag and secure my hands behind my back. Keep in mind I was so young I, I had no clue what was happening, who would at that age? He got undressed, put me on my back on the bed, and laid on top of me to pin me down even better. This part is still unbelievable to me and I will never understand it that someone could do this. The next little part of his magician show was to take a Zip lock plastic bag and use it to smother me over and over. There was not a damn thing I could I could do to stop him. This really excited him though I did not know what that was at the time, all I knew was I was hurting, helpless and terrified
This seemed like it went on for a very long time and he finally stopped and gave me a good explanation of what had just happened and why. It was his job to train the new ones to be obedient, and he was exceptionally good at it. So, listened to him yammer on, just grateful I could finally breath, and did not understand half of what he was talking about. He then told me for the next several weeks he was going to teach me to give the perfect blowjob. I don’t about the perfect part, but he sure did do that for quite a while and every time I was completely overwhelmed. If did not take long for me to become so afraid of him and his little plastic bag I would just do what he would say. Anything but that damn bag, and sometimes even when I did everything he said, he would still use it anyway.
So, you can see it was hard for me to forget my first time, and I still never have. I did not black out, those mechanisms in my mind did not kick in, for that I am not sure why. After that day I had properly arrived at my new Hell and was totally lost. I was only five years old but can recall every bit of it. Sorry about the graphic nature of this, it just was and I cannot go back and change it
.
Which Deep Respect,
Jrperkey010101
It is said, I mean I have heard this on many occasions, that you never forget your first time. I can pretty much gosh damn guarantee you that I won’t forget mine. I live this this over and over like one of those LP's that has a scratch in it and just plays the same piece continuously, over, and over. After we had moved to this seemingly idyllic place it took no time for one of the adult individuals that ran this group of <use your own descriptor> to make fast friends with my Dad, and later I figured out use it to gather information about me. We were in Tennessee in a seemingly ideal rural community. It did not take my dad time hardly anytime at all to remarry himself to a woman that was a registered nurse, and she was a very nice lady. She had already raised several children though from a previous marriage, so I was not on the priority list. Dad began his job as a corporate pilot for the Tennessee Valley Authority and both would be gone for extended periods of time. Well this adult I speak of had done everything but discover cold fusion to impress my dad. It was inevitable in this situation that the subject of someone looking after me was bound to come up. This person had won my dad’s trust so easily, well of course he suggested he could do it, needed the extra money. As smart of my dad was he fell for this like a fly does in Venus Fly Trap, had no clue.
The fist day I was left with him, there was no fuss of pretension or games it was right to work. He took me to another home that was a good distance for my house, hell I don’t know how far it was? The situation in this home was a nightmare of epic proportions; There were two brothers that lived here, a 16 yeah old and a 14-year-old. There dad was a Federal Marshall, who was also away from home quite a lot. Their mother had died a couple of years prior to my arrival, and now I cannot recall from what. I was taken here, and told by my super-duper adult minder to do as I was told. The 14-year-old never bothered me and as I grew older even attempted to protect me a few times. The older of the two, who I will call Tommy, had no such agenda.
I had not been there twenty minutes before he was dragging me up to his bedroom. When he told me to take my clothes off and I didn’t he simply did it for me. This is just fucked up, and how anyone that age and so much more power could do this to a kid is beyond me. His first act was to take one of those smaller zip ties like one will use on a garbage bag and secure my hands behind my back. Keep in mind I was so young I, I had no clue what was happening, who would at that age? He got undressed, put me on my back on the bed, and laid on top of me to pin me down even better. This part is still unbelievable to me and I will never understand it that someone could do this. The next little part of his magician show was to take a Zip lock plastic bag and use it to smother me over and over. There was not a damn thing I could I could do to stop him. This really excited him though I did not know what that was at the time, all I knew was I was hurting, helpless and terrified
This seemed like it went on for a very long time and he finally stopped and gave me a good explanation of what had just happened and why. It was his job to train the new ones to be obedient, and he was exceptionally good at it. So, listened to him yammer on, just grateful I could finally breath, and did not understand half of what he was talking about. He then told me for the next several weeks he was going to teach me to give the perfect blowjob. I don’t about the perfect part, but he sure did do that for quite a while and every time I was completely overwhelmed. If did not take long for me to become so afraid of him and his little plastic bag I would just do what he would say. Anything but that damn bag, and sometimes even when I did everything he said, he would still use it anyway.
So, you can see it was hard for me to forget my first time, and I still never have. I did not black out, those mechanisms in my mind did not kick in, for that I am not sure why. After that day I had properly arrived at my new Hell and was totally lost. I was only five years old but can recall every bit of it. Sorry about the graphic nature of this, it just was and I cannot go back and change it
.
Which Deep Respect,
Jrperkey010101
