Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)
Lagertha
Devilishly Wicked
- Joined
- Apr 27, 2014
- Location
- Conneticut
Raneem Botros had grown up in a relatively good life with a good house hold. That had been the first six years of her life. She had always been happy and smiling, always pleased to see her father until she had come to the true reality that life was; her mother was a lesbian, her father had raped her when she had been only fifteen, and the man she had grown up calling her daddy had only been her mother's father. Raneem wasn't displeased about the fact she had two mothers instead of one, and they loved her terribly. Actually, her second mother loved her better than the mother that had given birth to her. Raneem had gotten close to her second mother, though her happiness had dwindled the more she grew, her birth mother pulling away and neglecting the girl more and more.
"You'll understand when you are older.." Her mother Teresa said, a pretty woman, black eyes, deep olive colored skin, long black hair, beautiful told her. "...I know you don't understand why she is pulling around but listen to this Rah. It isn't you. It was never you, it's not your fault. Don't ever hate her for mistreating you." Raneem had listened to the words carefully, but it never made the hurt go away any sooner when she would run to her birth mother Mai; light green eyes, long brown hair, peach colored skin. Mai would only scorn Raneem, sending her away before Mai had turned to Raneem's other sisters and gushed on them. It had made growing up unpleasant, and her mother Teresa was the only one who understood the girl's woes.
Needless to say, Raneem had prospered despite the events and lies she had been told for her first six years. She had hated men, she had hated her grandfather for the longest time. She had wanted them to all die, but by the time Raneem had turned ten she realized she was being too hateful and she had worked on her relationship with her grandfather Omar. There had no point in her hating men, it wasn't all of their fault she had been through this life. It was not all of their fault her mother had been raped, had gotten pregnant and hated her daughter Raneem as soon as she stared looking like him. Raneem understood that at the full age of eleven, and had worked to get better grades and do better things. Though, she acted out every now and then in school, getting in fights and breaking school rules and bullying other girls. Her mother Teresa was the only one that took care of her besides her grandfather Omar, Mai not wishing to have anything to do with her. Thus things were difficult for the girl.
Things had gotten worse in high school, when kids in her grade and older had found out Raneem was a product of rape by word of mouth of one of her childhood friends. She had told her best friend in confidence, that no one else would know, that the other girl would help burden some of her pain from neglect. Never did it work the way as it was wished. The word of mouth had spreads, and some kids had started bullying Raneem in return for times she had bullied them in middle school. Her siblings never came to her defense, glad that the bullies were off their shoulders for once and Raneem turned sour and lonely.
By the time she turned fifteen, she no longer had any friends in her own school dissect. Instead, Raneem had been to concerts and church gatherings to make more friends, or to spiritual meetings where they welcomed her with open arms. She once had met an older man; long beard and hippie looking, that had grabbed her and pulled her off to the side. "I know." He had said, and Raneem had looked at him with questioning eyes. Wondering what he knew that she did not. "I know what you've been through. What you blame yourself for. Stop it Rah. Stop it." Raneem had cried at the words, the man had only hugged her. It had been such a weird thing to go to, an interdenominational meeting where they talked about outer space, but the man had an insight into the girl's life without even asking her. Quickly, Raneem had become friends with the forty year old man, a platonic relationship.
After her sixteen birthday, the forty year old named Quest had shown her a website where she could put her age and look for friends around the country or near her. Raneem had only laughed at the idea. After all Quest had been enough of a friend she had needed, she hadn't needed anyone else. Though, Raneem had yet to actually hit her puberty stage fully at that point. Still, she had watched the website, watching it develop and grow. It had been fun to watch it blossom. Anyone from the age 16+ being able to get on it, post a profile, and makes friends. Though, 16-17 year olds were only allowed to click the option looking for friends, everyone else was allowed to click whatever else they like; casual sex, long term relationship, life time relationship, short term, event buddy.
Raneem had watched it over that year. She had turned seventeen, developed into herself. She had grown the breasts she had always wanted, large enough to be just enough for a handful; 38D, her ass had grown as well, plump, round, firm, and she was toned. The girl enjoyed working out with her mother Teresa who was a professional trainer. Raneem was a pretty thing; fair olive skin, bright vibrant green eyes like her mother, long raven hair that had a soft hue of red in it, large eyes, long lashes, plump lips, a heart shaped face, small ears, rounded brows. Raneem herself was short, only being about 4'11, though the girl had picked up a thing for three inch or higher heels and she loved to wear cute modern dresses.
Raneem had turned seventeen and she had finally taken Quest's advice to join the site. Setting up a profile with no pictures for a while, her real age, a general area she lived at, and everything about her. Well a majority of things she enjoyed doing. Then, after a few months she had uploaded pictures of her. Full body ones in cute clothing with her smiling, or working out with her mother Teresa. Then the flood of messages had started, some were bad, some were nice, most were asking friendly things and there was one guy she found the most intriguing.
Raneem only knew the guys user name, and they had chatted a while back and forth. It was friendly, clean at first, and he was much older, but then she had started to flirt, turned on by handsome he was, and he had flirted back. However they had eventually gotten onto taboo subjects and Raneem was not really sure how it had happened, talks about BDSM; chains, collars, shackles, but the one she found the most interesting was spanking. She did not remember if he had brought it up, which was likely since he was older, or if she had. It hadn't have mattered, the only thing that had mattered was that she had admitted she enjoyed the thought if he would do it, if he would spank her.
"You'll understand when you are older.." Her mother Teresa said, a pretty woman, black eyes, deep olive colored skin, long black hair, beautiful told her. "...I know you don't understand why she is pulling around but listen to this Rah. It isn't you. It was never you, it's not your fault. Don't ever hate her for mistreating you." Raneem had listened to the words carefully, but it never made the hurt go away any sooner when she would run to her birth mother Mai; light green eyes, long brown hair, peach colored skin. Mai would only scorn Raneem, sending her away before Mai had turned to Raneem's other sisters and gushed on them. It had made growing up unpleasant, and her mother Teresa was the only one who understood the girl's woes.
Needless to say, Raneem had prospered despite the events and lies she had been told for her first six years. She had hated men, she had hated her grandfather for the longest time. She had wanted them to all die, but by the time Raneem had turned ten she realized she was being too hateful and she had worked on her relationship with her grandfather Omar. There had no point in her hating men, it wasn't all of their fault she had been through this life. It was not all of their fault her mother had been raped, had gotten pregnant and hated her daughter Raneem as soon as she stared looking like him. Raneem understood that at the full age of eleven, and had worked to get better grades and do better things. Though, she acted out every now and then in school, getting in fights and breaking school rules and bullying other girls. Her mother Teresa was the only one that took care of her besides her grandfather Omar, Mai not wishing to have anything to do with her. Thus things were difficult for the girl.
Things had gotten worse in high school, when kids in her grade and older had found out Raneem was a product of rape by word of mouth of one of her childhood friends. She had told her best friend in confidence, that no one else would know, that the other girl would help burden some of her pain from neglect. Never did it work the way as it was wished. The word of mouth had spreads, and some kids had started bullying Raneem in return for times she had bullied them in middle school. Her siblings never came to her defense, glad that the bullies were off their shoulders for once and Raneem turned sour and lonely.
By the time she turned fifteen, she no longer had any friends in her own school dissect. Instead, Raneem had been to concerts and church gatherings to make more friends, or to spiritual meetings where they welcomed her with open arms. She once had met an older man; long beard and hippie looking, that had grabbed her and pulled her off to the side. "I know." He had said, and Raneem had looked at him with questioning eyes. Wondering what he knew that she did not. "I know what you've been through. What you blame yourself for. Stop it Rah. Stop it." Raneem had cried at the words, the man had only hugged her. It had been such a weird thing to go to, an interdenominational meeting where they talked about outer space, but the man had an insight into the girl's life without even asking her. Quickly, Raneem had become friends with the forty year old man, a platonic relationship.
After her sixteen birthday, the forty year old named Quest had shown her a website where she could put her age and look for friends around the country or near her. Raneem had only laughed at the idea. After all Quest had been enough of a friend she had needed, she hadn't needed anyone else. Though, Raneem had yet to actually hit her puberty stage fully at that point. Still, she had watched the website, watching it develop and grow. It had been fun to watch it blossom. Anyone from the age 16+ being able to get on it, post a profile, and makes friends. Though, 16-17 year olds were only allowed to click the option looking for friends, everyone else was allowed to click whatever else they like; casual sex, long term relationship, life time relationship, short term, event buddy.
Raneem had watched it over that year. She had turned seventeen, developed into herself. She had grown the breasts she had always wanted, large enough to be just enough for a handful; 38D, her ass had grown as well, plump, round, firm, and she was toned. The girl enjoyed working out with her mother Teresa who was a professional trainer. Raneem was a pretty thing; fair olive skin, bright vibrant green eyes like her mother, long raven hair that had a soft hue of red in it, large eyes, long lashes, plump lips, a heart shaped face, small ears, rounded brows. Raneem herself was short, only being about 4'11, though the girl had picked up a thing for three inch or higher heels and she loved to wear cute modern dresses.
Raneem had turned seventeen and she had finally taken Quest's advice to join the site. Setting up a profile with no pictures for a while, her real age, a general area she lived at, and everything about her. Well a majority of things she enjoyed doing. Then, after a few months she had uploaded pictures of her. Full body ones in cute clothing with her smiling, or working out with her mother Teresa. Then the flood of messages had started, some were bad, some were nice, most were asking friendly things and there was one guy she found the most intriguing.
Raneem only knew the guys user name, and they had chatted a while back and forth. It was friendly, clean at first, and he was much older, but then she had started to flirt, turned on by handsome he was, and he had flirted back. However they had eventually gotten onto taboo subjects and Raneem was not really sure how it had happened, talks about BDSM; chains, collars, shackles, but the one she found the most interesting was spanking. She did not remember if he had brought it up, which was likely since he was older, or if she had. It hadn't have mattered, the only thing that had mattered was that she had admitted she enjoyed the thought if he would do it, if he would spank her.