Part 11

Part 11

Roger motioned to the table, "'Ave a seat, right 'ere, Tom." Roger then turned his attention to Ava. He talked down to her like a rude patron addressing a waitress, "Oi, woman, move yer' fat arse and get'a nice pot o' tea for me mate Tom."

Tom sat at the cluttered, dilapidated table. He swiped some crumbs onto the floor, then folded his arms across his chest. Roger took the seat, next to Tom, and snapped his fingers towards Ava, ushering her to serve them.

Ava followed the snap obediently. She shuffled to the stove and lit the burner. She kept her short, pink robe closed as well as she could. But, the garment was clearly not meant for a woman who was pregnant and her belly was just too big. It peeked out whenever her hands were occupied. Her bare feet slid across the dirt and grease covered floor, coating the bottom of her feet with layer of disgusting, black filth. She began filling the rusted kettle with tap water.

Ava shook her head, what was wrong with her? She really shouldn't let Roger talk down to her like that. He was walking all over her! The most worrying thing was that her strongest instinct was to obey him without question.

Tom glanced around the flat while asking, "So, how long have you and Mrs. Davies been living here? It appears very, uh, [i]lived in[/i]."

Roger picked between his crooked teeth with his fingernail while responding, "We jus' got 'ere two, maybe 'free weeks ago. Where we from, 'is 'ard to find work right now and me wife din' finish secondary school so it really falls on me."

Ava was placing the kettle onto the stove when her head started to tingle. She absentmindedly scratched her long, dirty blonde hair.

"Secondary school? Is that like college in England?"

Roger scratched his head and sniffed, "Nah, 'is like 'ighschool 'ere."

Tom sat forward in his chair, "Your wife never finished highschool?"

Ava braced herself on the counter as her IQ dropped and years of schooling drained away. She could physically feel herself getting dumber.

"Bless 'er 'eart, but she ain't th' smartes'. I luv 'er an' all, an' she's th' mother o' me children, but, fook, if it don' feel like i'm talkin' to a worfless sack a' potatoes more offen den' not."

Ava retrieved two dirty cups from the sink and ran them under the tap. Her brain was all fuzzy. Neural connections were systematically severing. She shook the cups dry and placed them on the counter. Her thoughts were becoming simpler and slower.

Ava stared blankly into the counter while her mind was assaulted with a torrent of new memories.

She was fifteen when she met Roger; at the library of all places. She was smoking a fag behind the building. Roger rounded the corner, wearing a leather jacket. His stride was so effortless, so confident. His mysterious, dark eyes met hers and she blushed. When he told her she was sexy...Ava's chest fluttered. He was such a bad boy- and so mature!

Even now, standing on the grimy kitchen floor, with her pregnant belly hanging out, she could still remember the electricity she felt from their first kiss; the lust in Roger's eyes the first time he saw her naked; the feeling of his cock stuffing her at the bus station...And when the janitor caught them shagging in the bathroom stall...Every detail of her old life was being chipped away like glass; shattering and crumbling to pieces. Her new life filled its place. Each passing second tempered Ava and degraded Adam.

Adam's defining moments morphed and transformed into Ava's defining moments.

[b]When Adam lost his virginity at that posh dinner party. They'd known each other since they were kids. Adam always thought she was pretty, but tonight she was beautiful. She was so strong, so classy, so mature...She was everything he wanted in a woman- and more. But...he'd always been too shy to approach her. Tonight was going to be different though! He was becoming a man, and he had to start acting like one! He grabbed her by the hand and whisked her off to a quiet, secluded place. He poured out his heart and, amazingly, she felt the same way. Adam had never felt so good! While basking in the glow of a budding, young romance, a primal urge overcame Adam. He lifted the hem of her emerald green dress and traced his hand up her thigh. She was so soft and pretty. She cooed and spread her legs, inviting him to go further. Adam stared in the dark, hypnotized by the outline of her panties. He unzipped his trousers and-[/b]

[i]-stumbled into the alley behind the roller rink. Ava wrapped her arms around Roger as he pulled her along. He was so strong- and so sexy! He dragged Ava down, onto her back, next to the dumpster. The hot garbage reeked in the scorching sun. Ava's long hair pooled along the ground as Roger flipped up her miniskirt. He roughly parted her milky thighs. She felt extra naughty without knickers, and was very aware she'd been flashing her cunt all day. She asked and he-[/i]

[b]-slipped a condom on. She was thankful for his caution. They were both aware of the possible consequences, and knew better than to experiment without protection. Adam slowly and respectfully glided into his partner, letting his instincts guide him. She stifled a tiny moan. She didn't want to attract any attention. This was meant to be discrete, intimate, and, above all; quiet. She pulled Adam close, for a soft kiss, while he slowly worked himself deeper and deeper. The feeling of being intimate with somebody you care about- somebody you love- Adam couldn't quite describe it. Neither knew what they were doing, but it felt [i]right[/i]. They held each other tightly. The young woman smiled, and softly thanked him for-[/b]

[i]-riding her bareback. She didn't care about the consequences, and neither did he. Roger stuffed his cock inside and began to pound her tight, sticky quim. Ava screamed and moaned, just like Roger asked her to, letting everybody know that her cherry had been popped, and she was getting fucked raw in an alley. She was his slutty fucking slag and didn't care who knew! She'd only known Roger for a few weeks, but Ava knew she was in love. Roger treated her like his princess! Ava reached up and braced herself against a pile of stinking garbage, while he slammed her cunt. The feeling of having your muff pounded by somebody you love - Ava couldn't quite describe it. Thankfully, Roger knew exactly what he was doing, and she was content to follow him. It felt [u]right[/u] having Roger dictate everything. It wasn't long before he-[/i]

[b]-was close to orgasm. Adam slowed his hips. He wouldn't want to finish before his wonderful partner! He carefully withdrew himself. He descended down her supple thighs, until his he was face to face with her hot, intoxicatingly sweet-smelling sex. The young woman locked eyes with Adam and smiled affectionately. He loved seeing her beautiful eyes! She laid her head back, ready to be serviced by-[/b]

[i]-a sexy, kinky stud! Roger grunted and shoved Ava's shoulders to the grimy asphalt. Wet trash crashed over Ava's face, but Roger didn't give a shit. He shagged her hairy clunge like she was a piece of meat. He fucked her like somebody he had absolutely no respect for. To him, Ava was nothing but a fishy, teenage minge, a dirty arsehole and pillowy dick suckers. She was a walking collection of wet holes, a faceless slag in a sea of faceless slags. The young, lovestruck Ava writhed and pushed back against Roger's manhood; concerned entirely about his pleasure. His cock erupted after only a few minutes of rough, bareback fucking. When Roger finally came, Ava moaned, pretending to orgasm as well. He unloaded one powerful spurt inside her fertile womb before pulling his dick out and shooting his jizz-[/i]

[b]-inside the condom. The young lady-[/b]

[i]-had never felt so thoroughly filthy! Ava was covered in thick ropes of semen and smelled like the back alley dumpster of a whore house. Roger squeezed a few final drops of cum onto Ava's sparkly, black crop top and stood. He belted his shorts and wiped his knees which were the only parts of his body that had touched the ground. He looked smugly down his nose at Ava who was covered in sweat, cum, grime and roller rink garbage. She stuffed her hand deep into her hungry gash and rubbed furiously. Roger chuckled and hocked a loogie. He aimed for Ava's face but missed. His spit wad landed on her shoulder with a wet *SLAP*. He laughed and yelled down in a mocking tone, "Fuckin' Slag!". Ava felt the spit hang on her shoulder and wobble as she moved. Roger was [u]SO KINKY[/u]! Her masturbation intensified. She wildly bucked her hips into her fingers and rolled around in the filth. She [u]was[/u] his "Fuckin' slag!" Ava was building rapidly to an intense orgasm. Roger took the opportunity to open the camera on his phone to properly document her shame. When she finally went over the edge, it was the-[/i]

[b]--[/b]

[i]-most amazing first sexual experience a girl could ever hope for! Roger's dick had turned her into a proper woman and he'd claimed her virginity forever![/i]

Ava's memory of losing her virginity was just one of the thousands of memories that simultaneously changed.

Some altered memories were more simple, but had an equally important impact. One such memory was of Adam's father buying him an ice cream cone in the park. He taught Adam how the honest exchange of money for goods and services kept a respectable, civilized society running. It was a positive memory. Adam tucked it deep in the back of his mind. It was one of the memories that helped lay the foundation of his character.

The memory broke, twisted, and reformed itself just as deeply in Ava's mind, but she learned a much different lesson.

Ava was a young girl in the park. She wore a pretty, frilled dress. Her older cousin took her to get an ice cream cone. Ava did a cute twirl for the ice cream man and he gave her a cone for free. Ava's cousin explained to her that men would give almost anything to a pretty girl. If the pretty girl did what they wanted, of course.

Ava felt her mind buzzing while hearing the dull voice of her husband and his new friend, talking in the background.

Wait.

Roger was her husband? Some distant, quickly fading part of her brain, screamed that something was wrong. She stared down at the cheap wedding band on her finger before glancing over to the grinning young man, in his favorite sweatshirt, sitting at the table. Her fuzzy brain slowly filled with knowledge and memories of Roger. She knew he loved smoking two cigarettes after sex. He called it a "twofer". He would bury his feet in the sand and wiggle his toes every time they went to the beach. He hated shepherds pie and loved dogs. He...liked resting his head in her lap while they watched the telly. He called her his "Little Dove" when he thought nobody else could hear him. His eyes squinted when he lied. He- he-

Loved her.

And, as the static in her brain quieted, and the sparse remnants of Adam fell away, Ava realized something.

She loved him back.

*WHOOO* The sound of the tea kettle boiling broke Ava out of her daze. She hurriedly turned the burner off and shook her head, trying to compose herself.

Tom asked, intrigued, "But why didn't she finish secondary school? Is it not required in England?"

Ava placed the cups near the kettle. She thought back to secondary school. Why didn't she finish? She was never very smart, but loads of dumb people graduated from secondary school. Ava furrowed her brow and tried to remember.

She was fifteen and- She was fifteen and...It was right on the tip of her tongue!

Roger yawned and stretched as he nonchalantly responded,"It'tis but she was bloody up de' duff 'alfway frew school wif our firs' an' dey jus' tol' 'er to fook righ' off. Is' betta' tha' way. She ain't got th' brains fer anyfing more'n bein' me wife."

The sound of a crying infant erupted and rang through the flat. Ava drew a sharp breath and turned towards the sound. In the corner, by the telly, was a white pram. More memories seeped into Ava's head.

Roger shouted over to Ava, annoyed, "Oi, [i]Tart[/i], You gon' get 'im or jus' stand there with yer thumb up yer fat arse?"

Ava timidly responded, "S-sorry Rog..."

Tom smiled widely towards Ava, "Sounds like somebody needs his mommy!"