Carol and Lincoln 2: Broken Minds

It had been a week since Carol had raped Lincoln. He had since then spiraled into a deep depression, traumatized by the experience. Not to mention every weekday since then, the process repeated. Carol would tie Lincoln up and rape him, beating him if he begged her to stop. His family had noticed the changes in the only male child of the family. Lincoln tended to not talk unless spoken too, would flinch if people raised their hands near him, stopped reading comics, and worst of all; he would not allow anyone but his Dad to touch him in any way. The night of the first rape, Leni had given him a hug, causing him to have a full-on meltdown, screaming and pushing at her before retreating to his room. He refused to comment on the subject. His sisters soon learned to stop touching him. He never told anyone. After all, who would believe him? Shamefully, no one seemed to notice this huge change occurred after the tutoring started. Even so, who would expect prim and perfect Carol of doing anything wrong?

The next week, Lori dropped the silent Lincoln off at Carol's house, peeling away before he even got to the door. After he knocked, a completely nude Carol soon answered, ushering him in.

By this point, any notion of actually tutoring went out the window. "Good afternoon, Lincoln. Looking cute as ever, I see." She purred, closing and locking the door behind her.

"...Thanks..." Lincoln replied, speaking in the usual empty tone he had since that fateful night. He knew the drill by now. He put his backpack down and started to take his clothes off, soon sitting on the couch wearing nothing but a frown.

"Mmm, good boy!" Carol praised, sitting next to her lover. "I think I may even skip out on the rope tonight, I'm feeling generous..." She cooed into his ear.

"...Carol...Can I ask a question?" Lincoln asked, staring down at his legs.

"Of course, sweetie. What is it?" Carol replied, running a hand through Lincoln's hair. She was so proud of her little man. Not telling on her, not wiggling his way out of tutoring...

"Why are you doing this to me?" He asked, still looking downward. It was odd, he for some reason didn't mind CAROL running a hand through his hair, if any other female had done it, he'd freak out.

The question took Carol by surprise. He had never really wondered WHY before. She got over the shock and smiled. "Because, you're my lover. I feel so attracted to you, and I want to me intimate with you. You understand that, right?"

Lincoln nodded slowly. "...Can I ask another question...a favor...?

Carol frowned slightly. "It depends on what it is." She was hoping it wasn't to stop what they had going. She would have to punish him. She had been smart about how she did it, slaps that would soon fade, pulling at the hair, things that wouldn't be noticed.

Lincoln paused before replying; his brain a scattered messed. He had been physically and mentally raped, he had barely been able to think straight since the incident. "Can...Can you just...hold me for a little bit? And...kiss me?" He had no idea why he was asking these things, he hated this woman next to him; the one who had broken him. Yet...he felt some strange sense of comfort right now. "Just...Just for a little b-bit...please..." He begged, starting to tremble and sounding like he was about to cry.

Carol felt her heart melt at the sight before her. She hadn't said anything yet...but she felt like she was falling in love with this boy.