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A Bad Reaction
by Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)

***

A young single mother and her young teenage daughter 
are victimized by mom's parole officer after she is 
wrongly convited of a crime. (M+/Ff-teen, m+/f-teens, 
nc, blkmail)

***

I'm not even sure exactly what happened that evening, 
the evening that it all started. I was on my way up the 
stairs to my second floor apartment after a long, hard 
day at work. The elevator was out of service again. It 
was out more than it worked, so I wasn't surprised. I 
felt something on my butt and I didn't even think about 
it. I just reacted instinctively. I turned around and, 
seeing one of my neighbors behind me I did something 
that I had never done in my life. I drew back and 
slapped his face as hard as I could.

I saw the look of surprise on his face as he fell over 
backwards and rolled down the stairs to fall at the 
feet of his wife, who had stopped to check the mail. 
She screamed and that is the last thing that happened 
that evening that wasn't a part of the big haze. That 
is how I think of the muddled events of that evening 
and the following morning. It's all just a big, 
indistinct haze of confusing events during which I 
totally lost control of my life.

Someone called 911 and my neighbor was taken away in an 
ambulance. I was taken away in handcuffs in the back of 
one police car and my daughter, who had just turned 
thirteen, was taken away in another.

I tried to explain that I had not meant for Mr. Devon 
to go flying down the stairs. I had felt his hand on my 
ass and I had reacted by slapping his face, not shoving 
him down the stairs. 

Mr. Devon had, of course, denied that he had touched 
me. People seemed to be leaning towards believing him, 
since his wife had been only ten feet behind him. Never 
mind that I was a responsible, young, single mother who 
had never assaulted anyone in my life and that I was 
working in an assisted living home caring for the 
elderly. I am not, and I have never been a violent 
person. In fact, I have never struck anyone in anger 
before in my life.

Mr. Devon, fortunately, was not seriously injured. He 
was treated for various bumps and bruises and released.

I was kept in custody overnight and then released late 
the next day. My daughter was not returned to me until 
the following day. They first made sure that I was not 
abusing her. From my daughter's description of what 
took place it sounded very much like they were trying 
to convince her that she was being abused.

One problem is that I had come home from a very bad day 
at work. One of my responsibilities at the home is to 
assist Mr. Packard with his shower. I don't bath him, 
but I help him into his shower and I help him dry off 
and dress. Mr. Packard is ninety years old, and he is 
an octopus. He cannot keep his hands off of me. So I 
started to wonder if, in my mind that night, I was 
really slapping Mr. Packard.

Things continued to escalate from there. The DA decided 
that I was a dangerous criminal and I was tried for 
assault and battery. I was unable to convince a jury 
that I had reacted in defense of my person and my own 
honor. I think, in fact, that I had been unable to 
convince my own attorney, and it showed.

I was convicted and sentenced to five years of a very 
restrictive parole. I was to be constantly monitored, 
including frequent, unannounced visits to my home to 
assure that I was not abusing my daughter.

I had a very difficult time convincing my employer that 
it was all a misunderstanding and that I was not a 
violent person and should not be let go. My job was 
hanging by a thread now. I was in a job that paid only 
slightly more than minimum wage, but I needed that job 
desperately.

I had quit high school in the tenth grade, after I had 
my daughter at the age of fourteen. 
Since then I had taken the GED test and passed it, and 
I was now taking evening classes, with the idea of 
working towards a nursing license eventually. I had 
been assured that, as long as I behaved myself and 
there were no problems during my five years on parole, 
my record would be expunged and I would have nothing on 
my record to keep me from obtaining a nursing license.

I reported to the Office of Pardon and Parole on the 
day after my trial and after a very long wait, a rude 
and obnoxious woman came and got me and I was led to 
the office of Mr. Kent. 

It was not an auspicious meeting. Mr. Kent was an 
overbearing, authoritative, and very arrogant man in 
his mid-forties. He was a large man, not fat, very 
muscular, and I was extremely intimidated. As he 
interviewed me it was obvious that he was not in the 
least sympathetic to my plight. It was going to be a 
long five years.

As Mr. Kent interviewed me, asking a ton of personal 
and often embarrassing questions, he filled out a stack 
of forms. I couldn't help noticing the way his eyes 
roamed over my body. I was not dressed to attract 
attention. I was wearing a very modest dress. I was not 
showing any cleavage and the skirt was just above my 
knee. He didn't say anything that was inappropriate, 
but the way that he looked at me was disturbing.

After he went over all of the many, many rules and 
regulations that I would be forced to comply with he 
spent a few minutes making sure that I knew just how 
much of a force in my life he was now. He also went to 
great lengths to make sure that I knew the 
repercussions that would befall me if I crossed him, 
such as going to prison, and losing custody of my 
daughter.

I finally left his office, shaking like a leaf. The 
visit with my parole officer had been more traumatic 
than the actual trial had been.

I sat in my car for a long time, just crying at first, 
but then trying to get myself under control. Finally, I 
had stopped crying and my breathing was under control. 
I had stopped shaking and I thought that I could now 
drive to my place of employment and talk to my 
supervisor and try to smooth things over there. I had 
not been fired, but I was working under a very dark 
cloud. I understood their position. They could not have 
violent people working with the elderly people that 
were in their care.

I had a long talk with my supervisor, and I didn't hold 
anything back. I even told her that if I had, in fact, 
been wrong about what happened on the stairs that day, 
and I was not convinced that I was, I suspected that a 
part of it might have been a result of my subconscious 
dealing with Mr. Devon and his hands.

My supervisor, Mrs. Thomas, said that she was going out 
on a limb for me, and keeping me on even though her 
supervisors were inclined to let me go. She was keeping 
me on because I had been a good worker for as long as I 
had worked for her and she thought that I deserved a 
chance. She added that at the first sign of a problem, 
if there was even a hint of a problem from my parole 
officer, she would be forced to let me go.

She said that she would take care of Mr. Devon. From 
now on she would see to it that a male nurse was 
responsible for his care.

I thanked her effusively and then I went home and 
relaxed. Home was a small, two bedroom apartment in a 
part of town that I would much rather not live in. The 
apartment building was old and in need of a lot of 
repair. Well, no, it was in need of being torn down and 
replaced. It was a dump, but I was lucky to get it with 
my income. I was living paycheck to paycheck, just 
managing to keep my car running and my rent and 
utilities paid and put food on the table. There were no 
luxuries in my life. 

The only bright spot in my life right now was my 
daughter, Heather. I had gotten pregnant at the age of 
fourteen. I had, in fact, just turned fourteen. I had 
gone to a party at a friend's house. There were not 
supposed to be boys there, but there were. There was 
not supposed to be alcohol there, but there was. I had 
enough to drink to relax my inhibitions, not that I had 
all that many at the time, and one of the boys took my 
virginity. 

I have had sex one time in my life, and I am twenty-
seven now. That one time I had sex I became pregnant, 
and everything that has happened in my life since that 
day, good and bad, is a result of that one sexual act, 
and it wasn't even very pleasant. In fact, I didn't 
even remember it.

I got home just before my daughter got home from school 
and I did my best to let her know that everything was 
alright now and that our life was back to normal. 
Heather was a remarkable young girl and I was very 
proud of her. She is beautiful, but more importantly 
she is very intelligent. She is strong and responsible 
and she is unquestionably a far greater source of 
strength to me than I am to her.

My trial had taken place on Monday morning, and not 
very much of Monday morning at that. On Tuesday I had 
gone to the Pardon and Parole Office and been 
thoroughly cowed by my parole officer, Mr. Kent.

On Wednesday I went back to work and by the time the 
day was over and Heather and I had cleaned up after 
supper I was almost feeling like life was back to 
normal. Heather sat down at the kitchen table and did 
her homework while I did a load of laundry.

When Heather's homework was done I sent her to her room 
to get ready for bed and then we went into the living 
room and watched a little television. I would have 
preferred that she go outside and play for a while. 
Until we could afford to move to a nicer area though, I 
was afraid to let her outside. Not even if I was there 
to watch her. It just wasn't safe for a girl, or two 
girls, alone around here.

There was a knock at the door just before nine. I 
looked through the peephole and was surprised to see 
Mr. Kent. It brought everything that had happened 
rushing back over me, just as I had started to feel 
like life could be almost normal again.

I opened the door and invited him in. He entered, his 
presence filling up the small room. I introduced him to 
my daughter and then I showed him around the apartment 
as he made notes in the folder that he was carrying.

He asked me a couple of questions about my living 
situation and whether or not I was dating. I wasn't. 
Then he asked me for a cup of coffee and I put on a 
half pot and at nine o'clock, while I was talking to 
Mr. Kent, I sent Heather to bed. I saw the way he 
watched her as she left the room and it made me 
nervous. This was a very scary man.

It was ten minutes before the coffee was ready, and in 
those ten minutes we sat at the kitchen table in almost 
total silence. I was subjected to ten minutes of his 
prying eyes moving over my body. He was not in the 
least discreet. He didn't hide it at all. In fact, he 
seemed to be daring me to react.

I waited nervously for the coffee and then served him 
when it was ready. He sat and sipped his coffee and 
finally he said, "I guess I might as well lay this all 
out for you. You already know your position. You pretty 
much don't have any rights now. Thanks to your 
conviction you have been discredited. Your word has no 
value. Nothing you say to anyone will have any weight 
with any authority at any level. Do you agree?"

He had already intimidated the hell out of me at his 
office. I didn't know what the point of this was. I 
could only nod. I knew that he was right.

"I'm glad you see things my way. The reason it's 
important is that you are such a pretty little thing, 
and one of the perks of my lousy job is sweet little 
things like you. Do you understand what I am saying?"

My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I realized 
instantly what he was saying, or I thought that I did. 
I would very soon come to learn that I didn't really 
fully understand the depths of this man's depravity.

He let what he had said sink in and then he asked, "Am 
I going to have a problem with you?"

I thought back to yesterday morning in his office. I 
was struck again with the realization of how powerful 
this man was. I was cowed by how much influence he had 
in my life. He could get me fired. He could get me 
fired and he could send me to jail with just a word. I 
knew what he was saying, but I had no choice. With 
tears running down my cheeks I shook my head indicating 
my surrender.

He reached up and traced the path of tears down one 
cheek and smiled. He said, "I like it that you are 
crying. It's giving me a hardon."

I could feel the fear like a hot poker in my stomach, 
but I said nothing. I knew instinctively that if I were 
to try to reason with this man, or beg him not to do 
this to me, I would only bring him more pleasure.

Then he asked, "You any good at sucking cock?"

He might as well have slapped me! I took a deep breath 
and after several false starts I was finally able to 
tell him my entire sexual history in one short 
sentence. He could not have been happier. I saw his 
eyes light up as I talked and I knew that it was going 
to be a hard five years.

He ordered me to pour him another cup of coffee and 
after I had and I returned to the table he pulled me 
into his lap. He smiled at me again. Well, it is a 
little misleading to call his expression a smile, it 
was more like the look of anticipation that you might 
expect to see on the face of a lion that was about to 
pounce on a gazelle. Then, while he watched my face, 
enjoying my agony, he reached up and placed one of his 
large hands on my throat. 

He said, "Your life is in my hands, your life, and your 
daughter's life, for the next five years. I have more 
power over you than god. I am not a nice man, but you 
have probably already figured that out, haven't you?"

I assumed that that was a rhetorical question and I 
just sat shivering in fear as he took his hand from 
around my throat and moved it down to take my breast in 
his hand.

I shivered. I had not been touched by anyone since that 
night at the party when I had gotten pregnant, thirteen 
years ago. My parents never completely believed it, but 
I didn't really remember much about that night. 

I was not asexual. I often lay in bed at night and 
imagined what it would be like to find someone and fall 
in love and go to bed with him and make love. I would 
have loved to have had a nice man that had feelings for 
me kiss me and touch me and make love to me. 

That certainly isn't what this was. The only things 
that I felt now were fear and loathing and dread. Dread 
at what was about to happen, and fear that my daughter 
might hear something and come out to see what was 
happening and find me being molested by this creature.

He removed his hand from my breast and before I could 
move he unbuttoned the top three buttons of my blouse 
and slipped his hand inside. He cupped my breast again. 
It was still fully covered by my conservative bra. 
Although he was enjoying tormenting me, he was anxious 
to unwrap his present.

He pushed me to my feet and said, "I think it's time 
you got out of those clothes, don't you? So just go 
ahead and take your time and undress."

I stood in front of him and my mind was working almost 
as fast as my heart was beating. I was about to undress 
in front of a man for the first time. That he was a man 
that I feared and hated made it so much harder, and I 
had no choice. I reached for one of the remaining 
buttons on my blouse, but then I whispered, "Can we 
please go to my bedroom? I don't want my daughter to 
see me like this."

He looked like he was considering it, but I realized 
that he wasn't. He wanted this to be unpleasant for me. 
He would probably have enjoyed it more if my daughter 
was in the room to witness my humiliation. He finally 
said, "No, not this time, maybe next time."

I had a terrible time removing my blouse. My fingers 
shook so badly that I could hardly unbutton it. I 
didn't look at Mr. Kent. I couldn't meet his predatory 
gaze.

I finally pulled my blouse off and placed it on the 
kitchen table. I paused for a second and took a deep 
breath before I removed my skirt, with just as much 
difficulty. I unbuttoned it and pulled the zipper down 
and slid it down over my hips. I let it drop to the 
floor at my feet and then I stepped out of it and 
picked it up and put it on the table with my blouse.

I was proud of my body. There was not an ounce of 
excess fat on me anywhere. I had smooth skin. There 
were no stretch marks, no sign that I had given birth. 
My breasts were B cups. They were firm and might be 
described as perky. They were tipped with small, pink 
nipples that pointed straight ahead. I was proud of my 
body, but I was also very shy. I was very uncomfortable 
with the idea of undressing in front of anyone. Anyone 
at all! This was very hard for me.

I stood in front of him now in my bra and panties and I 
knew that I was just prolonging the agony, so finally I 
reached behind my back and, with great difficulty I was 
finally able to release the catch on my bra. I let the 
straps go and then I shrugged my shoulders, letting the 
shoulder straps fall do my elbows. 

When I had lost my virginity, that one other time that 
I had sex, I had not undressed. I am not sure what 
actually happened. I just know that I had been laughing 
and joking with my friends one minute, and when I next 
became aware of my surroundings I was lying on the 
floor in one of the spare bedrooms with my shorts and 
my panties down around one ankle. Other than that I was 
fully dressed. 

There had been ample evidence that someone had had sex 
with me. My pubic hair was matted and sticky and so 
were my thighs. There was a small trail of pink tinged 
moisture on my thighs and when I moved I felt a pain in 
my vagina. I remember looking down dumbly as the 
reality of what had happened sank in.

I had consumed a couple of drinks, for the first and 
last time in my life, but I have always assumed that I 
was drugged. I don't remember anything that happened 
that evening, at least not until I had regained 
consciousness. A couple of my friends had asked me 
where I had gone off to and I realized that they didn't 
know what had happened to me either. 

I thought now that it was tragic that the first man to 
see my breasts was going to be Mr. Kent. I let the bra 
slide down and off and I dropped it on the table with 
my other clothing. Then I slipped my thumbs into the 
waistband of my panties and slid them down and off. 

I straightened up and dropped them on the table as 
well, and then I stood before Mr. Kent, waiting while 
he took stock of his new possession.

I had never been so humiliated or felt so degraded in 
my life. It could have been worse though. I didn't 
realize that this was only the tip of the iceberg. I 
had no idea the depths of depravity that Mr. Kent would 
force me to in the days to come. I didn't have a clue 
how naïve that I was, how little I knew about men like 
him.

He stared at me for a long time, and then he ordered me 
to turn around slowly. As I turned he said, "We are 
going to have to get you some sexier underwear. It was 
fun watching you take those off, but I think you would 
look really nice in something from this century."

I continued to turn slowly and I said, "Mr. Kent, I'm 
poor. I can't afford a bunch of expensive lingerie."

When I had turned all the way around he pulled me back 
into his lap and said, "Don't worry about that, cunt. I 
can afford it."

I know it was silly, considering that he had just 
forced me to undress and now I was sitting in his lap 
with his hand on my upper thigh, but I had not heard 
the word cunt spoken, as far as I can remember, since 
some of the nasty remarks that eventually drove me to 
quit school when I was pregnant. I was shocked and 
dismayed, but I realized that that was all that I was 
to this man, a sex toy, a cunt. I also realized 
something about the way that he had been treating me, 
even yesterday morning in his office. He had started to 
dehumanize me from the very beginning.

The breath was suddenly forced out of my body in a rush 
and the blood seemed to leave my brain when for the 
first time, or at least the first time while I was 
conscious of it, I felt the hand of a man on my vagina. 
His hand slid slowly up that last inch of my thigh and 
his big finger moved against my slit. 

He saw my reaction and I felt him chuckle. I felt his 
finger move up and down my slit and I was suddenly 
aware of how moist I was. I was incredibly embarrassed. 
I knew that it was just a physiological reaction. It 
was not in the least a sign that I was enjoying what he 
was doing. I didn't know if he knew that though. I 
would hate it if he thought that I was enjoying this.

As he began sliding a finger inside of me I heard a 
noise from down the short hallway. I started to panic 
as I heard my daughter go from her room to the 
bathroom. I fought to get up and cover myself, but Mr. 
Kent held me down and said quietly, "Don't you fucking 
move. I didn't tell you that you could get up!"

He continued to push his finger into me and he leaned 
down and took my nipple into his mouth. He licked and 
sucked on it and nibbled at it lightly with his teeth 
and the sensations traveled in a direct line from my 
nipple to my vagina. I was still pretty uninformed 
about my own sexuality and the sensations I was 
experiencing now for the first time were pretty 
amazing.

I listened breathlessly as I heard the toilet flush and 
I watched the hallway to see if Heather appeared. 
Fortunately, she went right back to bed. It was obvious 
that it would not have mattered to Mr. Kent.

After a few more minutes he stood me back on my feet 
and then he stood up and kicked his shoes off. I 
averted my eyes as he took his pants off. I heard him 
put his pants on the table and I heard him sliding his 
shorts off. I jumped as he took my wrist in his hand 
and guided my hand to his hard penis.

I groaned in embarrassment as he forced my hand over 
his penis. I don't know what I was expecting. I don't 
think that I had ever really stopped to think what one 
would feel like. I was first startled at how large it 
was. I finally turned back and looked down in fear as 
my hand wrapped part way around him. My hand looked 
tiny on his hard shaft. Much more of it was sticking 
out of my fist than was covered by it. It appeared that 
his penis was about eight inches long and I estimated 
that it was nearly two inches in diameter. It seemed 
huge. 

It was hard and throbbing in my hand and nearly every 
time it throbbed, moisture leaked out of the hole in 
the tip. It looked strong and potent and very 
threatening.

He led me into the living room and he sat on the couch. 
He pulled me to my knees between his thighs and I 
already knew what he was going to want me to do. I just 
did not think that I could do it.

He said to me, "You are going to get acquainted with my 
cock and balls now. You will be seeing a lot of them 
from now on. So you might as well get used to them. I 
want you to start out licking my balls and then lick my 
cock. Lick up all of that nice juicy lube that is 
leaking out. Then you are going to take my cock in your 
mouth. When you do, I will tell you how to suck a cock. 
I know that this is your first time. I don't expect 
much from you this time. But you are going to be an 
expert soon. Don't worry, I'll see to it."

I leaned forward and had a close up look at a man's sex 
organs for the first time. While the size of them was 
impressive, the overall look didn't appeal to me. I 
thought that they were pretty gross in fact. His 
testicles were hairy and wrinkled and could have used a 
bath. His penis was large and had several protruding 
veins. The top portion, I guess what you would call the 
'head', was slightly fatter than the shaft, and it was 
nearly covered in a clear liquid. It looked very 
unsanitary. I couldn't imagine why a woman would take 
one of those organs inside of her, much less into her 
mouth!

However, I didn't have a choice. I stuck my tongue out 
and gingerly moved it over his testicles. When my 
tongue touched him he drew his breath in suddenly, he 
obviously enjoyed being touched there.

I moved my tongue over him, reluctantly, until he 
ordered me to move on. Then I began licking his penis. 
It jumped when I first touched my tongue to it and 
startled me. I pulled my head back and Mr. Kent found 
it all very amusing. I moved my face closer again and I 
began licking the underside of his shaft, starting at 
the base and working my way up. I was half way up when 
I came into contact with the liquid that was continuing 
to seep out of the end. 

I felt it coat my tongue more than I tasted it. I 
swallowed nervously, but once I had realized that there 
was no taste it got easier. I licked the underside all 
the way up to the tip and then I licked the tip clean. 
So far it was not as disgusting as I had imagined. It 
was unpleasant, and humiliating, and my neck was 
getting stiff, but I just had to keep reminding myself 
that I had no choice. I either did this, or I lost 
everything, including my daughter.

Now it was time for the final indignity. Well, no, that 
isn't true, I realized that I would be suffering many 
indignities now that I had submitted to this man and he 
knew that he could do anything he wanted with me.

I placed my lips around the head of his penis and moved 
my mouth down as far as I could over his fat organ. It 
wasn't enough to satisfy him, however, and he began 
instructing me on the proper way to "suck his cock".

I hated that word, I hated that phrase, but I suddenly 
realized that now I was officially a cocksucker. Not a 
good one, and Mr. Kent was quick to point it out. He 
assured me, though, that I would get better.

I could only get a third of his penis, his cock, into 
my mouth, if that much. Mr. Kent told me what to do 
with my hands and at the same time he had his hand on 
the back of my head and was pushing my lips down over 
his hard shaft a little further each time. 

I had nearly half of his cock in my mouth when he told 
me to speed up and get ready because he was going to 
cum. He warned me that I had better not spill a drop.

I was terrified. I had assumed that I would never in my 
life be doing this to a man, and that I would never in 
my life have a man fill my mouth with cum. It sounded 
like the most disgusting thing imaginable. I was 
certain that I would get sick.

I followed his instructions and I sped up the motion of 
my hands and started moving my head up and down faster, 
and in less than a minute he grabbed my head and held 
me tight and started filling my mouth with hot, slimy 
cum. It was horrible. It was bitter and tasted of 
bleach and it was shooting into the back of my throat 
and making me gag. The tears were pouring from my eyes, 
and he was holding me and shivering in excitement.

He finally released my head and I sat up quickly. My 
mouth was full of his cum and I struggled for a moment 
to stop gagging. I knew that I would regret it if I 
didn't swallow this awful mess. So I made myself calm 
down and I swallowed it a little at a time. I gagged a 
little less with each swallow and finally it was gone. 
All that was left was the horrible aftertaste.

I grabbed a tissue from a nearby box and used it to 
wipe the tears from my eyes. I looked up to see him 
staring at me in amusement. He said, "Well, I have to 
give you credit. That was a piss poor blowjob, but you 
did better than I thought you would. Not bad at all for 
a first time. Like I said though, you are going to get 
a lot of practice. You'll get much better. Or you will 
wish to hell you had."

All I could think was, "I don't want to get good at 
this!"

He asked me what I had to drink and I told him only 
iced tea and ice water. The coffee was still warm but 
he didn't want that any more. I got him a drink of ice 
water and a glass for myself as well. 

Then he ordered me back between his legs. "Christ!" I 
thought to myself. "I thought it was over, for tonight 
at least."

He said, "Get back to work. That was pretty good. We 
can have a nice fuck now that you have taken the edge 
off, once you get me hard again."

I groaned again, but I leaned forward and started all 
over again, doing all of the things that Mr. Kent had 
made me do the first time. He got hard quickly and then 
he pushed me off of his cock. He ordered me to stretch 
out on the floor and he moved between my legs. He 
forced my legs further apart and got a close up look at 
my naked sex for the first time. 

He got a very good look in fact. He got down on his 
stomach and began licking and nibbling at my pussy. 
When his warm, wet tongue first touched me my hips came 
right up off of the floor. I had never imagined 
anything like this. I wanted desperately not to feel 
anything with this man. Or at least not pleasure. It 
devastated me that the sensations caused by his tongue 
exploring my sex were the most exciting thing that I 
had ever felt. 

I tried desperately to lie still and to remain quiet, 
but I reacted to every touch and it amused the hell out 
of him. He was watching me and enjoying my struggles, 
and he knew that I was struggling. I just knew that he 
did.

I did not masturbate. I had a few times, before I got 
pregnant, but never since. I had a lot of mixed 
emotions about sex. I had a lot of mixed emotions about 
men. Thanks to Mr. Kent, however, they were becoming a 
lot less mixed, and a lot more negative.

So I didn't want to feel pleasure now. More than I can 
tell you I didn't want to enjoy this. I did though. I 
fought with all of my strength, but in a surprisingly 
short time I was groaning loudly and having one 
fantastic orgasm after another, and I hated myself for 
it. I hated him, and I hated me. But I couldn't stop 
it, I couldn't control it.

I was just about to pass out when he moved up over me. 
He looked down at me and said, "Okay bitch, grab my big 
cock and put it where it goes."

I reached down between us and put my hand around his 
cock again and lined it up with my now wet and ready 
pussy. I was still not sure that it would fit inside of 
me. I know what you are thinking. I had a baby. I knew 
my pussy would stretch this much. But the largest thing 
to enter my pussy since the birth of Heather was a 
tampon. I was not looking forward to this. Still, I 
can't deny that I was afraid that I would enjoy it.

He started pushing his cock into me, very slowly at 
first, in and out, a little at a time. I felt myself 
stretching around him, and soon it felt very good. I 
was biting my lips to keep from crying out as he 
started picking up speed. 

It wasn't long at all before I was cumming again, and 
again. He had his arms around me now and was holding me 
tight and I felt so overpowered by this large man. 
There was something primal about being taken this way. 
Both my body and my mind responded to it.

I finally felt him tense up and I knew that he was 
filling me with his cum and I bit his arm to keep from 
screaming as I came for a last time. 

He relaxed on top of me for a moment and then rolled 
off. As he stretched out on the floor beside me I saw 
movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked around 
swiftly, but I didn't see anything. I knew what it had 
been though. I knew that my daughter had seen us.

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't wipe what she had 
seen from her mind, but I knew that we would have to 
have a talk. As if he read my mind, Mr. Kent said, "You 
better have a talk with your daughter. I am not into 
little girls, maybe after her next birthday, but not a 
thirteen year old, even if she is kind of hot. Some of 
my friends may not be so nice. So you better let her 
know that there are going to be some changes in her 
life."

"Some of your friends!" I exclaimed. "What do you mean, 
'Some of your friends'?"

He smiled and said, "You'll find out. Just don't 
forget, I own your ass now. You have two choices. You 
do everything I tell you, or you go to jail for five 
years and lose your daughter. You don't have to tell me 
how much you hate that, but you can if you want. 
Because it turns me on that you hate it. The more you 
hate it the harder my cock gets. Now get your fucking 
mouth down there and clean me up, cunt."

I looked at him, so shocked that momentarily I forgot 
that my little girl had seen me being raped by this 
monster. He looked up at me when I didn't move right 
away and said, "I will slap you around if I think you 
need it."

I watched as he moved his legs apart and I looked down 
and saw his slick, slimy cock and balls. There was even 
a drying puddle of our juices matting the hair on his 
thighs. I struggled to my knees and crawled between his 
legs. I took a deep breath and lowered my face to the 
mess at his crotch. I stuck out my tongue and 
tentatively licked at his soft cock. I discovered that 
the taste wasn't as bad as I had expected, but I 
couldn't hold my breath forever and the smell was 
horrible. 

I gagged a lot at first, but after cleaning his cock, 
which wasn't even the worst part, I cleaned his balls 
and then licked his pubic hair and his thighs clean 
until I managed to clean him to his satisfaction. 

He finally pushed me away and stood up. I stood up as 
well and I was aware that the fluids were running down 
my thighs. I stood nearby as he gulped down the rest of 
his water and then he dressed. 

When he was dressed he left without a word!

I cupped my hand under my crotch and was just about to 
race for the bathroom when he pushed the door open 
again and stuck his head inside. He called me closer 
and ordered me to move my hand. He studied my crotch 
for a moment and then said, "I was thinking of making 
you shave off that hair, but that patch of little 
blonde hairs is kind of cute. Just trim it nice and 
neat."

He drew a line around my pubic hair, indicating the 
portions that he wanted trimmed off. Then he left and I 
locked the door and ran to the bathroom. As I was 
cleaning myself up I realized that I was going to have 
to get some form of birth control now. I took a quick 
shower and then I put my robe on. 

I left the bathroom and tapped lightly on Heather's 
door. There was no answer, but I knew that she was 
awake.

I went in and sat beside her in the dark and waited for 
some sign that she was awake and ready to talk.

She was quiet for a long time, but my eyes adjusted to 
the dark after a few minutes and I realized that her 
eyes were open and she was watching me, waiting for me 
to speak.

I realized that I didn't have a clue what to say and I 
struggled to think what I could say to explain what had 
just happened, what she had seen.

She said, "He raped you, didn't he?"

I had promised that I was not going to cry when I was 
with her, but I lost control. I started sobbing, almost 
hysterical now. She sat up and put her arms around me 
and we hugged and soon we were both crying. 

I finally got myself under control and I started 
talking. I told her everything. I even told her, for 
the first time, how I got pregnant. I made it clear 
that the circumstances were not important. The only 
thing that mattered was that I loved her. She 
understood. 

I also told her what Mr. Kent had said about her, and I 
explained why he had so much power. She understood that 
too. She was much smarter than I had been at her age.

We talked for a long time after that. I learned that 
she was even more mature than I had at first thought 
she was, and I had thought that she was a remarkably 
mature thirteen year old girl. I told her that I wanted 
desperately to protect her from this man and his 
friends. Unfortunately, I knew that he had been right. 
Because of what had happened, no one would listen to 
me. We talked about running away, but we didn't have 
anything. I had no savings. There were no reserves to 
draw upon.

I had been living from paycheck to paycheck for 
forever. Because of all of the work that I had lost 
going to court and to depositions and interviews and 
meetings with my inadequate council, I had lost a lot 
of money. I was counting myself lucky for keeping up 
with the rent and the utilities.

She understood, more than I had any right for her to 
understand. I finally left her and went out and cleaned 
up the kitchen and went to bed. I doubt if I got more 
than a couple of hours sleep that night.

In the morning I made her breakfast and sat with her 
and drank coffee while she ate. We didn't talk much. We 
had said it all last night. She finally was ready for 
school and she came over and hugged me and said, "Don't 
worry mom, we'll figure something out. I promise you, 
if you don't freak, I won't freak."

I smiled and hugged her and told her goodbye. After she 
left I took another quick shower in an attempt to wake 
up. I trimmed my pubic hair to satisfy Mr. Kent. Then I 
dressed and went to work. Dressing for work was never a 
problem. My uniform for work was a white, one-piece 
nursing uniform. I had been uncomfortable wearing it at 
first. I thought that it was a bit too see-through. But 
everyone wore them and eventually I got used to the 
idea that my underwear showed faintly beneath the 
fabric.

I really went out of my way at work to put in every 
extra effort that I could. I appreciated the fact that 
my supervisor had let me keep my job and I wanted to 
make sure that she felt like that was the right thing 
to do. 

It was a little uncomfortable. The people under my care 
didn't seem to know anything about what had happened, 
but the people that I worked with all did. I explained 
what had happened to the ones that I was close to, and 
they seemed to understand. But I couldn't go around and 
explain to everyone, and I doubt if it would have 
helped anyway. No matter what I said, a jury of my 
peers had found me guilty of a felony. I had been 
convicted of assault and battery. I was a felon and it 
was official now.

On Tuesdays and Thursdays a Doctor comes in to the home 
and sees patients. I had gotten to know him pretty 
well. He was very nice. When I had some free time I 
went to see him and after a brief examination and a few 
embarrassing questions he wrote me a prescription for 
birth control pills.

I stopped on the way home from work and with the last 
of my money I bought the pills. Then I hurried home. 
Heather gets home an hour before I do and I don't like 
to think of her alone in that apartment. Unfortunately 
I can't afford a sitter, so she was to lock herself 
inside and do her homework until I get home. She 
probably would balk at the idea that she was not old 
enough to look after herself now anyway.

As soon as I got home I changed out of my uniform and 
went to the kitchen to start supper.

Unless she had an inordinate amount of homework, 
Heather helped me cook supper. My mother never taught 
me how to cook and it was a real handicap when I 
finally struck out on my own. I managed to survive on 
sandwiches and TV dinners until I learned to cook, but 
I wanted Heather to know how to cook and we enjoyed 
making supper together. It gave us an opportunity to 
talk and tell each other about anything interesting 
that happened that day.

The conversation this day though, was bizarre. Heather 
asked about, and I felt compelled to explain as much as 
I could about sex, oral sex and vaginal sex, and about 
men and their sex organs and their orgasms. It was a 
very uncomfortable conversation for a mother to have 
with her thirteen year old daughter. I honestly didn't 
know much more than I had learned yesterday. 

Mr. Kent had said that I should speak with her and I 
thought it best that I explain. At least as much as I 
was capable of, since I was not that well informed 
either. I suspected though, that it wouldn't be long 
before Heather would witness things that no thirteen 
year old girl should witness.

She asked a lot of questions about her conception too. 
She was a lot more world-wise than I had been at her 
age, and she recognized the signs of a girl that was 
drugged and raped. 

She asked about how that had colored my feelings about 
her. I was glad, because I wanted there to be no 
misunderstanding about how much I adored her, right 
from the minute I learned that I was pregnant. I was 
not necessarily opposed to abortions, but I couldn't do 
it. I think it is a personal choice, a medical decision 
between a woman and her doctor and it is none of the 
Government's or the church's business. 

I could not have done it though. I am so glad now, 
because there was no question that my daughter was the 
most amazing and loving creature on the face of the 
earth. She deserved a lot better than the life that I 
had given her, and the danger that I was putting her 
in.

I honestly did not believe that Mr. Kent would return 
this evening. Not after he had been so thoroughly 
satisfied last night. It turns out that I had a lot to 
learn about his appetites, and I wouldn't like any of 
it.

I heard the door rattle not long after supper and then 
someone knocked. My heart was in my throat as I went to 
answer it. I was pretty sure I knew who it was. We 
don't get much company.

I was right. It was Mr. Kent. I unlocked the door and 
opened it for him and he said, "Don't lock your door 
any more. Not until you give me a key."

Then he pushed his way in and went over to sit on the 
couch beside my daughter. He handed her a twelve pack 
of beer and told her to put them in the refrigerator 
and bring him back one. 

I was afraid that he was going to touch her, make her 
do something with him. He didn't, but it was almost as 
bad. When she returned he took the beer from her and 
then he told her to sit on the couch near him again. 

She obeyed, and I could see how uncomfortable she was, 
but she didn't say a word. Once she was seated he 
ignored her. He had been watching me the entire time, 
waiting for me to say something, to complain, or to 
plead.

He asked me, "Did you talk to her? Did you tell her 
what happened to you last night, and about the changes 
in your life?"

I nodded.

He turned to Heather and asked, "What did your mother 
tell you?"

Heather gathered her thoughts and then summed up what 
we had discussed last night.

He said, "What did you think about the things that she 
told you?"


She responded, "I thought that it sucked, and that you 
are not a very nice person."

Mr. Kent just laughed and then he turned to me and 
said, "Smart kid. Now strip, I'm horny."

I said, "I don't suppose that it would do any good to 
ask you to let her go to her room?"

He just chuckled again and said, "No, I'm not going to 
fuck with her, but it won't hurt her to learn a little 
about sex. Like I said last night, some of my friends 
might enjoy a cute young girl like her."

"Mr. Kent," I pleaded. "I promise that I will do 
anything that you want me to do, but please, she is so 
young. Please don't let your friends hurt her."

He said evasively, "I'll take it under advisement. Now 
strip, cunt."

I winced at the use of that awful word, but I pulled 
off my t-shirt and slid my shorts off quickly. I was 
wearing another plain bra and panty set and he shook 
his head and said, "Until we buy you some new 
underwear, I don't want you wearing any of your old 
stuff. Christ! It's like watching my mother undress."

I nodded and he said, "That means at work too."

I nodded again, thinking of those lightweight, white 
uniforms and wondering how much of me would show 
through. I was very aware of how tenuous my hold on 
that job was. If I lost it and could not immediately 
replace it, I would be in violation of my parole.

I unfastened my bra and even after all that had 
happened last night it was nearly as hard to remove it 
and bare my breasts as it had been last night. 
Actually, because Heather was there and forced to 
watch, I suppose that it was even more difficult.

I dropped my bra and slid my panties down and Mr. Kent 
waived me over and pulled me into his lap facing 
Heather, so that she could see everything that he did.

He moved his hands over me, pushing my thighs apart and 
checking out my newly trimmed pubic hair. He didn't say 
anything, so I guess it met with his approval. I saw 
her watching as his finger slid into me. I saw him 
watching her and getting turned on by the fact that she 
was forced to witness my rape.

He moved his hand up and cupped my breast before 
teasing and playing with my nipple. Once he had gotten 
the first nipple hard he moved to the other and got 
that one standing up as well.

Then he leaned down and took one of them into his mouth 
and I saw her watching my reaction, I was unable to 
hide how pleasant it felt as he worked on my nipple 
with his lips, tongue and teeth. 

That I would have to be put through this by a man I 
could not stand was bad enough, but to have to do it 
with my daughter so close that my foot was touching her 
leg was more than any mother should have to cope with. 
As hard as I tried, I was having trouble hiding how 
pleasurable it was. I could see that, although it 
embarrassed her, although she did not want to watch her 
mother like this, she was fascinated, she could not 
look away.

I felt his erection under me. I knew that this would 
not last long. I was right. In a very short time he 
pushed me out of his lap and I was standing in front of 
him. He stood up and undressed and quickly sat back 
down beside my little girl. 

I saw the look of fear and awe on her face. He did too 
and I could see that it amused him. It was probably the 
same look that had been on my face last night. 

Mr. Kent spread his legs and he didn't even have to 
tell me what he wanted me to do. I dropped to my knees 
and inched forward and just like last night, I started 
to lick and suck on his balls. It was easier this time, 
I wasn't quite as scared. It was harder too, because my 
daughter was sitting so close that my arm was almost 
touching her, and she was staring at me as I used my 
tongue on this horrible man's sex organs against my 
will.

He demanded more of me this time. He forced more of his 
fat cock into my mouth, jamming the dark red tip 
against the back of my throat as I went down on it. He 
didn't seem to mind the tears running down my cheeks, 
or the gagging. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it. He was 
watching me closely and he started talking to me as I 
sucked him. His strong, cruel voice was a steady drone 
in my ears, telling me to calm down and get over it. It 
was all in my head. 

Then he started telling me to swallow at the top of 
each stroke as I started forcing my wide stretched lips 
back down over his cock and I tried that, obeying 
automatically. His suggestion seemed to help, I stopped 
gagging. He watched me as I started to calm down and 
then, on one of my down strokes, he pulled against the 
back of my head and thrust his hips up and I felt his 
cock slide right down my throat and I found myself with 
the entire thing in my mouth and my lips stretched 
impossibly wide around the base of his cock. 

I was too startled to panic, at first. Then I realized 
I was having trouble breathing and I started to 
struggle to pull back and he let me, after a brief 
pause. 

He chuckled and said, "There, cunt! I knew you could do 
it. That's how a cunt like you should be sucking a 
cock."

I couldn't see because of the tears in my eyes, and I 
was grateful. I didn't want to see my daughter's face 
as she watched me being raped and abused like this.

I took a deep breath and I tried to do that again. 
Again I needed his hand on the back of my head, forcing 
his cock into my throat. For the next few strokes he 
did that, but then he sat back and I surprised myself 
by taking it down on my own. It was painful, but when I 
did it on my own it didn't seem to hurt so much and I 
could control my breathing.

As I worked now, my eyes were clearing up and I saw 
that Mr. Kent had his arm around Heather's shoulder. He 
had pulled her closer and she was watching in disbelief 
as she saw me take his large cock into my throat on 
every stroke. I was so humiliated that at first I 
didn't even notice that he had his hand resting on her 
budding young breast, despite his assurance to me 
earlier that he wouldn't touch her. 

I saw that he was nearing orgasm and before long he 
held my mouth over him on one of the painful down 
strokes and I felt his cock throbbing in my throat and 
I knew that he was cumming. I almost felt like I was 
cheating. I couldn't breathe, but I didn't taste his 
nasty cum either.

I was getting worried, desperate for breath by the time 
he released my head. But the worst of it was over and I 
licked up a few stray drops of cum from the end of his 
cock and then I sat back on my heels and waited.

He left me there between his thighs for a few minutes 
and I was able to recuperate. I watched his hand on my 
daughter's young breast, just sitting there, unmoving. 
I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to throw his hand 
off of her and protect her. I wanted to drive a knife 
through this monster's heart, or that place where the 
heart would be in a normal human being.

I noticed that he was watching me watch his hand on 
Heather's breast, and when he saw me watching he moved 
a finger around her puffy nipple. Her breasts had 
really begun to grow recently and were about the size 
of an apple cut in half, or perhaps a little larger. I 
guess that I had not been paying attention. I suddenly 
realized that she must be nearly an A cup now. She was 
way past wearing those training bras which were the 
last ones that I had bought for her. 

She was extremely self-conscious about her breasts. I 
could see that she was troubled by her reaction to his 
touch, which she knew was so totally inappropriate. I 
felt terrible. I knew something of what she was going 
through. I felt the same confusion of emotions when he 
was teasing my breasts or when he was toying with my 
pussy. 

I hated him and I hated that I could feel pleasure from 
his touch. Yet there was no denying the pleasure of his 
touch on my breast. Last night, when he had raped me 
right here on my living room floor I had enjoyed one 
massive orgasm after another, despite the fact that I 
had fought it with every fiber of my being. My mind was 
conflicted, but my body knew what it liked. I would 
have to have another long talk with Heather after Mr. 
Kent left.

He ordered me to get him hard again and while I bent to 
the task he sent Heather to get him another beer.

When she returned with his beer he pulled her back down 
beside him and she didn't resist as she was nestled 
back into his arm and his hand came to rest on her 
breast again. He smiled down at her and cupped her 
small breast and said, "You are coming right along for 
a girl your age. The guys are going to love you."

I could see that she was torn between embarrassment and 
pride. A girl has a lot of conflicting emotions when 
her breasts begin to grow, especially when they are at 
that stage when they are too small and too large at the 
same time, although it suddenly seemed that hers were a 
lot larger than the last time I had noticed. I guess I 
was just ignoring the signs that my baby was growing 
up.

He had gotten hard quickly as I worked on him with my 
tongue and my lips, but he was sitting, sipping his 
beer and watching me work and toying with my daughter 
and did not seem to be in a hurry. I took him into my 
throat again, several times. Just to see if I still 
could. Mostly though, I teased him with my tongue and 
he relaxed and enjoyed what I was doing. 

He finally pulled me away and stood up and we moved 
back to the middle of the floor, just like last night. 
I didn't look at Heather, I was too embarrassed. I 
could feel her watching us though.

Just like last night, he used his tongue on me first. 
Just like last night it was undeniably erotic. I had 
several mind boggling orgasms before he moved up over 
me and I guided his large and undeniably pleasing cock 
into my more than ready pussy.

I would have much preferred that Heather not see any of 
this of course. On the other hand, if she was going to 
have to watch me as I was forced to have sex in front 
of her, I suppose that it is better that she see how 
much pleasure it can bring. Perhaps she won't spend as 
much of her life denying herself that pleasure as I 
did.

He fucked me just like he had last night. I was taken 
like a bitch in heat. My body and mind both remembered 
how wonderful it had been last night, and both were 
ready to feel those things again. 

Mr. Kent may be a horrible Parole Officer, but he is 
very, very good at this. Even with my daughter watching 
from several feet away I could not control my lust when 
he took me, overpowered and possessed me. But then, I 
didn't try as hard as I had last night. This time, when 
I felt like screaming in lust, I did. I moaned and I 
groaned and I rose up off of the floor to meet his 
violent thrusts and I screamed through orgasm after 
orgasm while my daughter was only steps away, watching 
me being taken violently by a man that was twice my age 
and loving it.

Mr. Kent came in me, and then he supported himself on 
his arms and watched me as I wound down, still 
thrusting up on his softening, but still large and very 
satisfying cock as I had one last orgasm. When I 
finished I relaxed under him and was embarrassed to 
find that I had my arms and legs wrapped around him 
tightly. 

I let my limbs fall away and he stood up and moved back 
to the couch and sat down beside Heather. He asked her 
to get two beers this time, and as she went to get them 
I struggled up and crawled over to him on my knees. 
Heather came back in time to watch me clean him off 
with my mouth, but this time I had a nice cold beer 
afterwards and I was able to get the taste out of my 
mouth.

I don't drink and I don't care for the taste of beer, 
but it was better than the taste that remained in my 
mouth after sucking off Mr. Kent and then cleaning our 
combined juices from his soft cock and balls after he 
had sex with me.

He watched me work to clean him for a minute, and then 
he turned to Heather and said, "Kind of scary isn't 
it?"

She just shrugged, but then she said, "Yeah, kind of." 
She was quiet for a moment and then she said, 
"Especially since she hates you so much."

I thought he might be mad, but he thought that was 
amusing. He tousled her hair and gulped down his beer 
and stood up. We watched him dress and he walked out 
without saying a word.

I rushed to the bathroom and cleaned up and put on a 
robe. Then I went back to sit next to Heather and take 
her in my arms and for a long time we just hugged 
quietly.

Finally I said, "I'm sorry you had to see that. You are 
much too young to have had to see those things. I am 
sorry that he made you a part of it."

She didn't say anything at first. Then she said, "It 
was kind of scary. That first part was terrifying. I 
don't know how you could have done that. I am sure that 
I could never do it. I have to admit though, his finger 
felt nice on my nipple. I was surprised at how nice it 
felt to be touched by a man, even a big, ugly ogre. 
It's like your body likes what it likes, no matter what 
your mind is thinking."

"That last part though," she continued. "That was 
pretty amazing. I mean, I know my body isn't ready for 
that yet, but sex looks like a lot of fun."

I sighed and said, "Yeah that sounds like all of the 
things that I needed to say to you. I guess you don't 
need me after all. Except maybe to tell you that it is 
a lot of fun, when you are ready and willing." 

She glanced at me, one of those skeptical looks, and I 
realized that I had just had numerous vocal orgasms, 
and I had been neither ready nor willing. 

"You know what I meant, smartass!" I exclaimed. I was 
amazed at how calm she seemed to be about all of this. 
She actually seemed to be taking it better than I was.

Heather giggled and hugged me tight. She said, "That's 
the first time I ever heard you say ass!"

We sat like that for a few minutes and then I got up 
and locked the door and we went to bed.

Friday at last! Like everyone else I always looked 
forward to my weekends. I was a little concerned now. I 
did not expect that my weekends would be as free as 
they had been.

I was dressed for work before I remembered that I 
wasn't to wear underwear today. I had to undress and 
take off my underwear and dress again. I had never gone 
without underwear before, except for sometimes not 
wearing a bra around the house. I had never left the 
house without one. It felt very strange and I had the 
impression that everyone could tell. I mean, I knew 
that they couldn't, I was just very self-conscious. I 
had stared at myself in the mirror and the only 
difference was that I could no longer see my underwear 
under my uniform. My nipples didn't show, or anything 
else as far as I could tell.

Except for the way I was dressed, it was a normal 
morning. I didn't notice anything different, and I 
don't think anyone at the home did either. But it was a 
good thing that I had obeyed Mr. Kent's command. When I 
got home he was waiting for me in the parking lot. As 
soon as I parked he was standing at my car door and 
waiting for me to get out.

I opened my door and got out and he asked, "Are you 
wearing underwear?"

I shook my head, blushing, even though nobody was close 
enough to hear him. 

"Show me," he ordered.

I started to look around. It was Friday and there were 
a lot of people around, just getting home or getting 
ready to go out.

I had only just begun to turn my head to see if anyone 
was watching when he snapped at me, "I didn't tell you 
to look around. I told you to show me that you were not 
wearing underwear!"

I cringed, but I pulled the zipper down from the top of 
my uniform to just below my breasts and pulled it open 
so that he could see that I was not wearing a bra. 

He looked, and smiled, and nodded. Then he kept 
waiting, and I could see that he was getting impatient. 
I groaned, praying that no one was watching I reached 
down and inched the front of my uniform skirt up until 
my crotch was exposed.

He didn't look at first. He stared into my face and 
enjoyed my humiliation. Then he stepped back and looked 
down. While I was waiting for permission to drop my 
dress I could see that several people were watching us. 
Two teenaged boys were sitting on the hood of a car 
nearby. I wasn't sure whether or not they could see my 
pussy, but they could certainly see that I was showing 
it to Mr. Kent.

There were also two people sitting in a nearby car that 
I could see watching us. 

Mr. Kent finally nodded and I dropped my skirt. Then he 
put his arm around my shoulder and with his hand over 
my breast he led me through the people that were around 
and inside the building. As we walked up the stairs to 
my apartment he remained a step or two behind me and I 
felt his hand worm its way up my dress and touch my 
ass.

He removed his hand as we got to the top of the stairs 
and followed me to my door. I unlocked it and he 
followed me inside. 

Heather was at the table doing her homework and she 
started to get up and come kiss me when she saw that I 
wasn't alone. When she saw Mr. Kent she sat back in her 
chair.

As soon as we were inside, Mr. Kent bent me over a 
chair in the living room and lifted my skirt. He put 
his hand between my legs and as soon as he touched me 
he knew that I was ready, to my great embarrassment.

He pulled his pants down to his knees and slid his cock 
into me from behind. As he fucked me he said, "I don't 
have much time today, so I just stopped by for a 
quickie. I will be here around ten tomorrow morning to 
take you and Heather shopping. Be ready. I want you 
wearing a short skirt and a see-through blouse. Trust 
me. If the skirt isn't short enough, or the blouse 
isn't see-through enough, you will be one sorry bitch." 
Then he glanced at Heather and said, "Make that two 
sorry bitches."

He stopped talking then and he fucked me until he came. 
I was just getting started and I didn't cum this time. 
He didn't care, of course. He grabbed a handful of my 
hair and pulled me around and I sucked his cock clean 
before he left.

I noticed that Heather was still watching. I got up and 
locked the door and then went into the kitchen. I 
didn't know what else to do so I tried to make a joke 
out of it, "Well," I said, "I built up quite an 
appetite, are you hungry?" No one laughed. It wasn't 
funny to either of us.

Heather was almost finished with her homework so I let 
her finish while I went to the bathroom and cleaned up. 
Then I got out of my uniform and put on a t-shirt and 
some shorts and went back out to start supper. 

Heather finished up her homework and cleared off her 
schoolwork and set the table while I made supper. 

We had not spoken since Mr. Kent left, except for my 
lame attempt at a joke. I finally asked her about her 
day. She didn't answer for a minute, but I could see 
that there was something that she wanted to say.

She looked embarrassed, and I was getting nervous that 
something bad had happened to her today. She finally 
worked up her courage and asked, "Mom, do you 
masturbate?"

After all that had happened in the last few days I 
probably wasn't nearly as embarrassed as I might have 
been earlier. I smiled at her, trying to reassure her 
that it was okay to talk about it.

I told her that I didn't, but that, to the best of my 
knowledge, most people did, especially when they were 
young. Then I asked her why she wanted to know.

She told me that she had done it a few times, but she 
felt kind of guilty about it.

I told her that it was normal to masturbate, and that I 
had done it a few times before I got pregnant. I 
explained that I had been so busy and so confused after 
she was born that I had suppressed my sexuality.

Heather was quiet again and I asked, "What's the matter 
baby? What's bothering you?"

"I have been doing it," she said and paused. Then she 
said, "That isn't what bothers me so much though. What 
scares me is that I have been doing it more since 
Wednesday, and while I am doing it I think a lot about 
what I have been seeing out here. I thing about what 
Mr. Kent did to me yesterday. I did it three or four 
times last night, thinking about his fingers on me."

Her face was bright red. I knew that this was very hard 
for her. She was obviously worried about becoming the 
kind of girl that she didn't want to be.

She continued after a pause, "I lay in bed and I think 
about the things I saw you and him doing, and I think 
about what it was like when he touched me, and I think 
about the things that might happen to me soon, and I 
get so excited. Am I weird?"

"Oh baby! Of course you aren't weird," I said softly. 
"This is my fault, or I suppose it is Mr. Kent's fault. 
You should not have been forced to see the things that 
you have. You are much too young to have to deal with 
this. Listen, if you can cope with it by getting a 
little pleasure out of it, then more power to you. 
Don't feel guilty. These are sexual things and they are 
happening in your life. You can't avoid them, and you 
can't avoid thinking about them."

"Don't let that rapist bastard make things any harder 
on you than he has already by feeling guilty. It is 
better that you use that outlet than it would be for 
you to do what I did and repress your sexuality. Okay?"

I suppose that we both knew that I didn't know what the 
hell I was talking about. But I was serious about 
easing her guilt. From what Mr. Kent had said to me 
earlier, I gathered that she was going to have enough 
problems without feeling guilty.

We finally ate supper and then we cleaned up and 
watched some television for a while. She went to bed at 
the usual time and I went into my room to find 
something to wear tomorrow. I don't wear short skirts 
or see-through clothing. I was going to have to 
improvise.

I pulled out my shortest skirt. It was only two inches 
above my knee. I put it on and saw that it was going to 
need a lot of work. I went to Heather's room. She was 
still awake and I asked her if she would help me pin my 
skirt up so that I could hem it. 

She was happy to help and we went out to the kitchen 
and I stood up on a kitchen chair. Together we tried to 
decide on a length that would satisfy Mr. Kent. She 
stepped back and I slid my skirt up until she thought 
that it would be short enough. I thought it was much 
too short, but I suppose that was the point. 

She came close again and made note of how short to pin 
it up. It was difficult, because there would be more 
material being removed than there would be remaining. 
Finally she went and got the scissors and cut off 
nearly a foot of material as evenly as possible, then 
she pinned it up. I felt naked already. I had never 
worn a skirt this short, not even when I was her age!

When she had finished pinning it up I took it off and 
put my robe on and sat down to sew it up. She left and 
I thought that she had gone back to bed. Instead, she 
came back out in a few minutes and asked me to help her 
shorten one of her skirts.

I was reluctant. I didn't want to attract any more 
attention to her than necessary. I had always dressed 
her pretty conservatively. I suppose that was more of 
my sexual repression at work. I thought that it 
wouldn't hurt to do just one and see how it looked. 
Besides, Mr. Kent's instructions had included her. 

Heather slipped off her sleep shirt and I saw her 
breasts for the first time since she had been nine or 
ten. I was amazed. They were surprisingly well 
developed for a young girl. They were still small, an A 
cup as I had guessed earlier, but these were not the 
little fruit sized mounds that I had thought they would 
be, these were well formed breasts! They looked even 
bigger on her petite young body.

She saw me staring and blushed. I apologized and 
complimented her on them. I didn't want her to be self-
conscious. She was still embarrassed, but I could see 
that she knew what she had to work with and was kind of 
proud.

She slipped the skirt on and buttoned it up and stood 
up on the chair. We selected a length that was a lot 
shorter than I would have permitted a few days ago. I 
pinned it up for her and then we sat together and I 
turned on some quiet music and we sewed and talked 
about anything, just like a couple of schoolgirls.

I found out a lot more than I ever had before about 
what her likes and dislikes were, about what really 
went on at that awful school that she went to. I really 
have to get out of this neighborhood! She also opened 
up a lot more about her hopes and dreams. It was 
actually fun, although I kept having to force myself to 
stop thinking about why we were doing what we were 
doing.

When we were finished we put our skirts on and they 
were, of course, much too short. We agreed though that 
Mr. Kent would approve. I looked at mine in the mirror 
and I felt so naked. As I was staring at myself in the 
mirror Heather said, "You really do have beautiful 
legs."

That helped.

I turned around and hugged her and kissed her forehead 
and sent her to bed while I tried to figure out what I 
could wear for a top tomorrow.

I went through what few white blouses I had, trying to 
find one that Mr. Kent would find acceptable. I don't 
have a lot of money to spend on clothing, so I don't 
have a lot of clothing. I tried on the only blouse that 
might possibly be acceptable to him. I looked in the 
mirror and, although I could see the impression of my 
nipples in the light material, which was embarrassing 
enough for me, I knew that he would not be pleased.

I put it back on the hanger and put it with my short 
skirt. I was just about to go to bed when I remembered 
something. I had a sheer black blouse that went with a 
dress suit I had bought to wear to Heather's eighth 
grade graduation. It was part of a three piece outfit 
with a long skirt and a matching jacket. 

I got it out and looked at it on the hangar. I had only 
worn it once. I had worn it with a bra and a slip under 
it, and a jacket over it. The idea of wearing it, and 
only it, exposing my breasts in public, was terrifying. 
I couldn't even imagine how it would look in the light 
of day. 

I put the blouse on and buttoned it up, with my back to 
the mirror. I didn't really want to see this. I looked 
down and I could see my breasts clearly. I could see 
the bumps on my areolae!

I had to see it. I had to know what others would see. I 
turned back around and faced the mirror. I gasped at 
what I saw. I was very nearly topless! I turned to the 
side and the curve of the side of my breasts was 
clearly visible. I was pretty sure that if I wore this 
outside tomorrow I would be arrested. I had no other 
options though. It was the only see-through top that I 
owned. So I would wear it tomorrow and he would see 
that it was totally inappropriate and make me change 
it. Please god. Don't let him make me wear this 
outside!

I got up early the next day. I was too nervous to get 
much sleep. I took a shower and put my robe on and made 
coffee and waited for Heather to get up. She came out 
in her robe and we made breakfast. We were both nervous 
about today. 

After we ate she went to take a shower and get ready. 
After I cleaned up the kitchen I went to dress.

It didn't take long to put on a miniskirt and a sheer 
blouse. I went back out to the kitchen and poured 
myself the third and last cup of coffee and sat 
waiting. I had just taken a sip of coffee when Heather 
came out and I almost choked on it.

She looked hot! In fact, she looked much too hot for a 
thirteen year old girl. She was wearing her new 
miniskirt and she too had great legs. Long and coltish 
I believe is how they would be described. Her top was a 
very small crop top which stopped just under her 
breasts, not quite showing the lower curve below her 
nipples. I didn't know that she owned a crop top and I 
asked her where, and more importantly, when, she had 
gotten it. 

She grinned and said, "Yesterday it was a t-shirt. I 
made it last night. Do you like it?"

I said, "Sweetheart, it is very sexy. You are smart 
enough to know that no mother wants to see her thirteen 
year old daughter in something like that!"

She laughed and said, "We're even mom. When I first saw 
you in that blouse a few minutes ago I almost got a 
hardon!"

"Heather!" I exclaimed.

Then we looked at each other and laughed. It was either 
that or cry.

"Isn't it awful?" I asked.

"No mom, you look hot. Like a girl out of Playboy, or 
Penthouse. You're beautiful!"

"Maybe, but I am hoping he sees that I can't wear this 
outside, I would get arrested in this. Now where the 
hell have you seen a Playboy or Penthouse?"

"Don't ask, don't tell, that's my policy," Heather 
said.

I looked at the clock for the hundredth time. It was 
almost ten. Then I suddenly remembered that the door 
was still locked and I ran to it and unlocked it. My 
timing could not have been better. Mr. Kent arrived 
before I had returned to my seat.

He walked right in and Heather stood up and stood 
beside me as he approached the kitchen. He looked us 
both over closely, and he seemed satisfied. I took a 
deep breath and sighed, but still, I had to say 
something to him if he didn't say anything first.

He said, "I am surprised. You two did pretty well. 
Let's go," and then he started for the door.

"Mr. Kent," I said quietly, trying not to sound 
desperate. "This blouse is nearly invisible. I will be 
arrested for indecent exposure!"

"Don't be silly, you look decent to me. Both of you 
look pretty hot. Let's go."

I grabbed my purse and Heather and I hurried after him. 
I locked the front door and then I followed him to his 
car. We passed a dozen people as we made our way to his 
car and I saw the looks. The women all looked at me 
like I was a major slut, and the men all looked at me 
like I was a major slut that they wanted to have sex 
with. The only good thing was that they were so intent 
on staring at my breasts that they hardly noticed 
Heather.

Mr. Kent opened the passenger door of his car and 
watched with interest as Heather got in and slid over. 
The little skirt she was wearing rode up and more than 
a little of her little white panty crotch was exposed, 
and stayed exposed, even after she tried to pull her 
skirt down.

I sat down beside her and was dismayed to find that my 
crotch was exposed too, only I was not wearing panties. 
Mr. Kent enjoyed the view for a moment, and then he 
closed the door and went around and got in the driver's 
seat.

He ignored us as he buckled up and started the car and 
drove off. As soon as he had driven out of the parking 
lot his hand fell onto Heather's thigh, his finger was 
only an inch from her silky nylon panties. I was 
watching out of the corner of my eye. If his hand went 
higher I planned on saying something, even though I 
knew that I was powerless to stop him. 

I noticed also that Heather's knuckles were white. If 
nothing else happened today, she certainly had fodder 
for a new masturbatory fantasy when she went to bed 
tonight. Unfortunately, I was sure that a lot more was 
going to happen today. 

Mr. Kent didn't move his hand the rest of the way up my 
daughter's thigh. He slid it down slowly to her knee 
and then back up to the same place. I saw Heather's 
breathing rate change and her breasts rising and 
falling quickly and it was obvious that she was 
enjoying his attention. I couldn't blame her. I knew 
that she had no choice but to let him touch her, and I 
knew how exciting it was to be touched by a man.

We had not gone far before we turned into a parking lot 
of a store called Sweet Nothings. I suppose that I had 
seen it, but I had never paid much attention. As I 
said, I didn't have a lot of money to spend on clothes.

There were only a couple of cars in the parking lot. We 
got out and as we got closer I saw the window displays 
and I could easily see why we had come here. The 
clothes on display were a lot of sexy lingerie, and 
even sexier outer clothes. See-through tops and tiny 
little micro miniskirts were everywhere.

We went inside and a beautiful, sexy redhead approached 
and said, "Hello Mr. Kent. I haven't seen you in a long 
time. Welcome back." I noticed that as she talked to 
him she seemed nervous. It was obvious that whatever 
their relationship, they weren't friends.

Mr. Kent nodded and said, "Hi Jo. I have a couple of 
friends that need to spice up their wardrobes. I 
couldn't think of a better place to do that than your 
store."

She looked at Heather and me and said to him, "The girl 
is a little young, isn't she?"

Mr. Kent said, "Yeah, but don't worry, she's just 
window dressing. I'm not going to hurt her."

Jo did not look convinced, but she nodded and said, "We 
have a lot of new things since you were here last. I am 
sure that you will find what you are looking for."

I followed Mr. Kent around the surprisingly large store 
and he picked up one slutty item of clothing after 
another and handed them to me. There were a handful of 
see-through blouses that were just as revealing as the 
one that I was wearing. There were a couple of others 
that contained so little material that it didn't look 
like they could cover both of my nipples at the same 
time. He handed me skirts so short that it didn't look 
like they would cover the important parts. It was bad 
enough that he was selecting these slutty clothes for 
me, but for every one that he handed me he handed a 
similar but smaller one to Heather.

We finally reached a section of crop tops and almost 
all of them had some sort of obscene writing on the 
front. He handed me several of them that said things 
like, "I Swallow," and "I Put Out," with a picture of a 
fire extinguisher, and "Cum," written on the side of 
the picture of a dumpster in large letters. Even I know 
what a damned cum dump is for Christ's sake! There were 
others, one that said, "Eat My Pussy," and one that 
said, "Looking for a Few Good Men!"

Then he picked out another batch for Heather that said 
things like, "Slut in Training," and "I heart My 
Vagina," and "My Nipples Get Harder than Most Guys 
Dicks," and "Designed for Pleasure," and "Wanna Get 
Lucky? Kiss My Clover," with a shamrock placed over one 
nipple. 

As he picked them out and handed them to her I felt my 
face getting white. She was too young to even be 
thinking things like that, certainly too young to be 
wearing things like that!

The last area of the store that he led us through was 
the section with the lingerie. None of it was made for 
kids! That didn't stop Mr. Kent. He picked out a half a 
dozen slutty, revealing bra and panty sets for both of 
us in various colors. He also picked up a few thongs 
and similarly revealing sets of underwear for both of 
us. 

The only thing left was to pick out a few bathing suits 
for each of us. We were both about to collapse under 
the weight of the clothes that he had already picked 
out, despite how little material there was in each 
item.

Jo, the owner, and a sales girl who introduced herself 
as Kara, came over and took our selections and told us 
that they would be waiting at the counter when we were 
ready. We followed Mr. Kent into the little corner that 
contained all of the tiny little bathing suits. One 
section had a big colorful sign over it that advertised 
"Wicked Weasel" suits. 

Mr. Kent seemed to recognize that brand and headed 
right for them. He picked out several suits for both of 
us. I couldn't help wondering where someone in his line 
of work was getting the money for this very expensive 
shopping trip. I had not kept track, but this stuff was 
expensive. I would not be surprised if the bill was 
over a thousand dollars.

We finally went to the counter and Jo asked if we were 
going to try our purchases on. I was relieved to find 
that we were in a hurry. I had not wanted to try these 
things on. I didn't want to wear them. 

Jo obviously disapproved of the outfits he had picked 
out for my daughter. I did too, but she was giving me 
dirty looks because I was allowing it. She had no idea 
that I didn't have a choice.

I watched, embarrassed, as she rang it all up and her 
clerk put it in bags. I was astounded when the total 
came to just over $1,500!

It took all three of us to carry it all out to the 
trunk of the car. I was worn out as we got back in the 
car and just like before, as soon as we were on the 
road, Mr. Kent's hand went to Heather's thigh. 

I thought that we would be going back to the apartment 
now, to drop off the clothes or perhaps even provide 
Mr. Kent with a fashion show. Instead he drove to a 
photography studio on the edge of the industrial 
district. I glanced at the time. It was just before one 
in the afternoon, but the shop looked closed. As I sat 
there and looked around though, I couldn't help but 
have a bad feeling about this.

Mr. Kent said, "You two wait here." Then he got out and 
went to the door. He had to knock to get in, but as 
soon as he knocked someone unlocked the door. He spoke 
to the man that had opened the door and they went to 
the back of the car and opened the trunk and the two of 
them carried all of our new clothes inside. When they 
closed and locked the door I saw the closed sign moving 
around on the glass door.

I looked at Heather, who was looking back at me and she 
looked just as worried as I was.

"Doesn't look good, does it?" I asked.

Heather just shook her head and then sat with her head 
back against the seat and her eyes closed. 

"I have the feeling that we are not going to like it 
here," she said quietly.

"I think you're right," I said, almost under my breath. 
"Maybe we should get out of here and I can take my 
chances with the courts. I could probably handle 
whatever this is. But he obviously intends to make you 
a part of this or he wouldn't have bought you all of 
those awful clothes. Hell, he already has made you a 
part of this. I should not be allowing this."

Heather was quiet for a moment and then she said, 
"There isn't anything you can do against him. You 
already know it. We discussed it. Sometimes bad things 
happen to good people. It looks like bad things are 
going to happen to us today. Bad things happen to girls 
a lot younger than me everyday. I'll get through it."

Like I said, she is a very smart kid. I said, "Yes, bad 
things happen to young girls all of the time. Not 
usually with the help of their mothers."

Heather sighed. She was still sitting with her eyes 
closed, and she said, "You aren't helping. I know that 
you would protect me if you could. That is one scary 
dude, and he would put you in jail in a heart beat, and 
god knows what would happen to me. I'll bet he would 
still be able to get at me if you were in prison."

I hadn't thought of that! I'll bet she was right.

We had been sitting there for nearly fifteen minutes 
when Mr. Kent came back out to get us. He opened my 
door and when we were out he locked the car. Then he 
looked around, as if to make sure that no one was 
watching, and he led us inside.

There was nobody in the room when we entered. As Mr. 
Kent was locking the door a man came in through another 
door and looked at us. He was older than Mr. Kent, and 
not as large, but he was still a pretty big guy. He 
stared at both of us and then he smiled at Mr. Kent. We 
weren't introduced though, and nobody spoke. 

The stranger turned around and went back through the 
door and Mr. Kent nodded at us to follow him. I took 
Heather's hand and we followed the man down a short 
hallway and into a small studio. 

There were lights around a bedroom set and all of the 
clothing that we had just bought was in piles on the 
bed. That wasn't the worst of it. Sitting in chairs 
just off camera were a dozen men. They were all staring 
at us as we walked into the room. Well, not so much 
staring at us as leering. I watched as they made 
comments quietly among themselves, obviously about us, 
though I couldn't hear what they were saying.

Mr. Kent took us aside and said, "Here is what is going 
to happen. You two are going to go up on the set and 
Heather, you are going to sit on the bed and lean 
against the headboard and watch as your mother tries on 
all of her new clothes."

He turned to me and pointed out that they were in piles 
starting with bathing suits and then lingerie and that 
was where I was to start. I would try on each bathing 
suit and each item of lingerie. When I had finished 
with them I would remove the last ones and start trying 
on items in the next pile. I was only to try on one 
item at a time so that I would either be topless or 
bottomless the entire time. When I put each item on I 
would turn around slowly and model it for my daughter's 
approval. 

After I had tried on all of the items I was to remain 
undressed and then help my daughter try on all of the 
items that he had bought for her. We were never to look 
at the audience, and we were never to look at the 
camera. We were to act as though we were having fun. 
There had best be a lot of smiles, because if we needed 
to be reminded we would really not like the reminders 
they used. Lastly, we needed to keep a lively pace, so 
the audience didn't get too bored.

I pulled Heather close and hugged her and said to Mr. 
Kent, "She is so young Mr. Kent, couldn't it just be 
me? I'll do anything that you ask."

He grinned and said, "I'm not asking, I'm ordering. 
Since you are obviously a stupid cunt and haven't 
figured it out yet, let me explain. It is her youth 
that some of these perverts find attractive. Now start 
smiling, get your asses up there and don't piss me off. 
Trust me. There are worse movies we could make."

I shuddered, because I knew what he was talking about, 
and because I was not convinced that this was not going 
to turn into one of those movies.

Heather shrugged and took my hand and we put on 
something as close to a smile as we could get, 
considering how scared we were. Then she led me up on 
the stage. It wasn't really a stage I suppose. The 
large bed was surrounded by a carpeted area that was 
about fifteen feet larger than the bed, but it wasn't 
raised off of the floor.

Heather led me to the bed and found just enough room to 
sit against the headboard beside my last pile of 
clothing. I looked down at the piles and saw that they 
were separated into the first tiny pile which I hadn't 
even noticed from the door, the swim suits. Then the 
small pile of lingerie, then the crop tops, the 
blouses, and finally the tiny skirts. 

I smiled at Heather, as best I could, took a deep 
breath and started undressing. Three days ago I had 
undressed in front of a man for the first time. Now I 
was undressing in front of more than a dozen of them, 
as well as several cameras. I noticed that there were 
three men moving around, one with a still camera and 
two with professional looking movie cameras. 

It suddenly occurred to me where the money for our new 
clothing was coming from! These movies would be for 
sale!

I shuddered again, but I shrugged my blouse off. It 
didn't cover much anyway. My tiny skirt followed 
quickly. At least the audience was silent. I would have 
had a hard time dealing with a lot of obscene comments.

I put the first of the tiny bikinis on and then I 
turned around, ostensibly for Heather. She smiled and 
nodded and I looked down and saw how little it covered, 
just my nipples and my pussy, most of my little patch 
of pubic hair was exposed. I slipped the suit off and 
put on the next one, which was basically the same in a 
different color. Neither suit had a lining. They would 
obviously be transparent when wet. Not that it mattered 
here.

The last of the suits was a strange looking one piece. 
I had to look at the directions that were attached to 
the strap before I could figure out how to put it on. 
It was an all but transparent powder blue material that 
covered my nipples if I didn't move, then came together 
just above my pussy and just barely covered my slit. 
Then it became nothing but a piece of string which went 
between the cheeks of my butt and then around my waist 
where it tied off to the front piece. I had my doubts 
that this would be legal at any public pool or beach. I 
wasn't such a dumb cunt that I didn't know that the men 
would love it.

I saw Heather giggle at the trouble I had with it, and 
it kind of made me relax a little that she could react 
that way. I smiled at her and then I took the damned 
thing off and moved on to the lingerie. 

I tried on the panties first, the thongs. I had a 
sinking suspicion that I would be shaving my pubic hair 
off soon. There was nothing that I had tried on yet 
that did not leave my pubic hair exposed.

I tried on the three thongs and then the panties that 
he had selected at the store. They were only slightly 
more substantial than the thong. At least they had a 
small piece of cloth that covered my butt. The material 
was nearly transparent though.

I tried on the bra and panty sets next. They were 
scandalous, but I had to admit, they were beautiful. 
Too sexy for my tastes, but they would have looked good 
on someone else. As I put each one on and turned around 
I tried to ignore the fact that the audience was 
watching us, watching me put on what was basically a 
sex show. I tried not to notice the cameras coming in 
for the occasional close-up of my naked or nearly naked 
body.

I took off the last of the bra and panty sets and as I 
stepped out of the panties I noticed how damp the 
crotch panel was. I was upset with myself for having 
that kind of reaction. I hoped that I was the only one 
that was aware of it.

The next pile was the crop tops. I put them on, modeled 
them and then took them off. As I put each one on, 
Heather was amused by the horrible things that they 
said on them and she frequently giggled. It made things 
a lot easier and I winked at her as I changed clothes.

I put on a half a dozen nearly transparent blouses 
next. They were no worse than the one that I had worn 
this morning. The thing that worried me was that they 
were now a large part of my wardrobe, so I could assume 
that I would be wearing them out more often now.

Finally I came to the small pile of skirts. This went 
quickly. They were unbelievably short. Shorter even 
than the one I had worn today, which I had thought was 
testing the limits of the law. 

I took off the last of the skirts finally, and then 
came the part of this entertainment for perverts that I 
had tried to put out of my mind. I stood there naked 
for a moment, and then I took Heather's hand and pulled 
her to her feet and led her around the bed to the 
slutty clothes that were piled up and waiting for her 
on the other side.

I bent down and kissed the top of her head and then I 
reached for her little crop top and removed it. As I 
did I saw the cameras coming in for close-ups of her 
developing body and it was all that I could do to keep 
from screaming at them.

I saw the combination of fear and excitement in 
Heather's eyes and the embarrassment at being undressed 
by her mother in front of a group of perverts. I was 
proud of her though. As scared as she was she kept 
something resembling a smile on her face and didn't 
balk in the least as I dropped her little top on the 
floor and followed it quickly with her skirt.

I helped her put the slutty little bathing suits on, 
one after the other, and after she put each one on she 
would turn around to model it, ostensibly for me, but 
actually for the perverts and the cameras.

I tried to keep it light, I remembered how much it had 
helped me when she at giggled at the obscene phrases on 
my crop tops earlier. So I teased her a little bit as 
we went down the line trying on one slutty thing after 
another. I could tell that she appreciated it.

The obscene tops were the worst. I couldn't believe 
that he would make her wear these. Unfortunately, I 
didn't think for a moment that he would spend all of 
that money on these slutty outfits and not make us wear 
them.

When she was trying on the crop tops, and then the see-
through blouses, I noticed that she looked much older 
than thirteen, probably because her breasts were so 
well developed and because the clothing was made for 
older girls. The idea of her wearing any of this stuff 
where anyone would see her was breaking my heart.

We finally came to the end of the clothing that we were 
to try on and I didn't know what to do next. Mr. Kent 
had not given us any further instructions. Once we were 
both naked and there were no more clothes to try on I 
pulled Heather close and hugged her and we stood like 
that, waiting.

I saw them getting some close-ups of us. Then the man 
that had unlocked the door for us and had been taking 
the stills on his large camera handed the camera to one 
of the men seated nearby and stepped inside the circle 
of lights that surrounded us and walked around us, 
moving a hand lightly over our bodies as he circled us 
slowly. 

I shuddered again, fearing that this must be one of 
those men that Mr. Kent had described as one of his 
friends that liked young girls. After a moment he 
pulled us apart and instructed me to clear the clothes 
off of the bed. 

He stood behind Heather, his hands cupping and holding 
her young breasts as I quickly pushed the clothing off 
of the bed and to the floor on the other side. When I 
was finished he ordered both of us to undress him. 

I let Heather start unbuttoning his shirt while I 
dropped to my knees and helped him take off his shoes 
and socks. Then I straightened up and began to unfasten 
his belt. I saw that his hands had returned to 
Heather's breasts, teasing her puffy nipples now as she 
unbuttoned and slid his shirt off.

I had his pants down to his ankles and he stepped out 
of them, holding onto Heather for support. Then I 
started to take off his jockey shorts but he stopped 
me. He pushed Heather down in front of him and 
suggested that she should perform that task. 

Heather glanced at me, but it would not be the first 
cock that she had seen close up. She took hold of the 
waist band of his shorts and after struggling briefly 
to get them down past his hard cock she managed to 
slide them down and he stepped out of them. 

He hadn't been wearing an undershirt and he was naked 
now. He stepped back and got up on the bed and 
stretched out on his back. He called me over and 
ordered me to get up on the bed and suck his cock. With 
one of the cameras nearly in my face I obeyed his 
order. I crawled up and started to get between his legs 
but he stopped me. He told me to face the other way so 
that he could play with my pussy while I sucked him 
off.

It wasn't too bad. His cock was not nearly as large as 
Mr. Kent's was. I was soon taking him down my throat 
and he was obviously enjoying it. His hand crawled up 
my thigh and was soon teasing my pussy, and it felt 
pretty good. 

I wasn't too happy about what came next though. While I 
was sucking his cock he ordered Heather to get between 
his legs and lick his balls.

She had seen me do it for Mr. Kent. She must have 
realized that she was not going to leave this room 
without having sex of some kind, probably losing her 
virginity, though there was still hope. At least in my 
mind there was. I don't know what she was thinking.

She obeyed with only the slightest hesitation and as I 
sucked the man's cock I saw her as she watched for a 
moment, and then lowered her head and began tentatively 
licking his balls. 

He was clean and after a short time she became less 
tentative and began to lick with more confidence, much 
like she had seen me doing it the night before last. 
The man that we were licking and sucking was really 
appreciative and in a very short time he started 
filling my mouth with cum.

I held my mouth over the head of his dick and used my 
hand to finish him. Then I sat up and swallowed. I 
noticed that his cum was not nearly as bitter as Mr. 
Kent's, and it didn't seem to have that bleachy taste. 
It wasn't pleasant, but it was much easier to swallow 
than Mr. Kent's.

There were a few drops on the head of his dick as it 
softened. I started to bend down and lick them up but 
he stopped me. He looked at Heather and said, "Honey, 
it's about time you got a little taste, why don't you 
lick those last few drops up so that your mother 
doesn't have to?"

I watched in dismay as she stared at the two small 
drops of cum, probably not enough to even get a taste. 
Still, it was the idea that my thirteen year old 
daughter had to do this, and right in front of my eyes, 
that was so horrible.

She glanced at me. I think she was bothered by the idea 
that I was watching as much as I was. Then she 
stretched her neck out and stuck out her tongue and 
licked the head of the man's dick with the cameras 
coming in again for some close-ups. 

I saw her hesitate after licking up the drops, but 
there was no expression on her face and she swallowed 
without any show of emotion at all.

The man stood up and picked up his clothes and walked 
off camera and two more men came up on stage. They 
started undressing rapidly as they stared down at us 
with looks of wanton lust on their faces. 

Both men appeared to be in their late forties or early 
fifties. Both were overweight and out of shape, and 
both had smaller penises than the first man. These two 
were both hard already from watching us and both had 
about six inches of cock.

They got up on the bed, side by side and while I was 
pulled down and forced to start sucking one of them, 
the other smiled at Heather and said, "Well young lady, 
you should know what to do by now. Let's see how well 
you do with a cock of your own to suck on."

I groaned in despair as I watched him move Heather into 
a position similar to my own so that he had access to 
her pussy while she sucked his cock. I was crying 
quietly as she bent down and started copying the things 
she had watched me doing to Mr. Kent two nights ago. 

She licked the old man's balls first, and then she 
licked her way up his throbbing cock. I watched her 
jump once and I saw that he had his hand between her 
thighs now and was exploring her privates. Except for 
that brief reaction she ignored him and began sucking 
on his cock and using her hand to stimulate that 
portion of his cock that she could not get in her 
mouth.

Unlike me, she was not able to take him into her 
throat, but he didn't seem to mind and it wasn't long 
before the idea of being sucked off by a thirteen year 
old virgin sent him right over the edge and he held her 
mouth in place and filled it with cum.

We had discussed what that was like in one of our heart 
to heart talks, so at least she had some idea what to 
expect. I watched her gag as her mouth filled up, but 
she got it under control and when he was finished she 
lifted her head and swallowed, gagging only slightly as 
the man's cum slid down her throat.

Seconds later I received the same treatment from the 
man that I was sucking off. He filled my mouth with cum 
and when he was done I sat up and swallowed. I was 
beginning to realize that the more often I did this the 
easier it got. I was not sure how I felt about that.

The man that had just filled my little girl's mouth 
with cum lifted her up and set her down between them 
and the two men examined her virginal little slit for a 
moment. The one that I had been sucking off slipped a 
finger inside of her and stopped when he reached her 
hymen. I saw her jump when his finger reached it. They 
smiled at each other and got out of bed and picked up 
their clothes and stepped off stage. 

The next two men were already naked and ready and soon 
Heather and I were back at work. For me it was just 
another average cock to suck, but the man that had gone 
to Heather's side of the bed had a much larger penis. 
It was not as large as Mr. Kent's, but it was quite 
fat. 

They kept Heather between them and they both played 
with her ass and her little pussy as she struggled to 
suck off the man with the fat cock. I didn't want to 
watch, it was killing me that I couldn't protect my 
little girl. Unfortunately, I couldn't help seeing her 
struggling with that fat shaft of male meat and finally 
getting several inches of it into her mouth. In fact, I 
was so wrapped up in it that I didn't even realize that 
another man had come forward and was about to rape me 
from behind while I was sucking the cock in my mouth.

I felt my ass being moved around closer to the side of 
the bed but I didn't realized what was going on until I 
felt a pair of large hands on my hips and a hard cock 
nudging the swollen lips of my pussy. 

I gasped when it pushed into me violently and almost 
lifted my head from the cock that I was sucking. The 
man that I was sucking off had been watching and he 
grabbed my head and held me down as his friend started 
brutally fucking me from behind.

At first it was very uncomfortable, but it started 
feeling very good soon and even though I really didn't 
want to, I felt myself nearing orgasm quickly. I was 
aware that Heather was watching me and I hated that she 
would see me cum like this while being raped by two 
strange men. But there was nothing that I could do 
about it.

Soon, both men that were getting blowjobs filled our 
mouths with yet another load of cum. The men that we 
had just satisfied stood up and left the stage and two 
more took their places. This time there was another 
difference. The man that Heather was forced to suck off 
had moved down further on the bed and after she took 
him into her mouth he pulled her over his head and 
pulled her down and he started eating her pussy while 
she attempted to suck him off. 

When his tongue touched her pussy she screamed around 
his cock and her back straightened out and her head 
flew up. He pushed her back down and returned to eating 
her as the first sound of the afternoon came from the 
audience. I heard them chuckle at her reaction to the 
man's tongue on her young pussy.

Since she had already started to masturbate she was not 
unfamiliar with orgasms. This would, however, be the 
first at the hands of another. It was just tragic that 
it would be at the hands of some strange pervert that 
was old enough to be her grandfather.

It didn't take long. She started moaning quickly but 
soon she was screaming and thrashing around almost out 
of control. The old man that was raping her mouth held 
her down with both arms and ate her while she came in 
his mouth, very vocally.

Finally he got impatient with her though and forced her 
head back down over his cock. She seemed to take it 
eagerly this time, sucking as though she was enjoying 
it. I looked at her face and there was a glazed look in 
her eyes. And the camera was right in her face!

It went on like this until the only men left were Mr. 
Kent and the two cameramen. Mr. Kent got up on the bed 
after the last two had gotten off. He stretched out 
between us and let Heather attempt to suck his large 
cock. She had been getting a lot of practice this 
afternoon but her jaw was sore and he was just so 
large. 

He pushed her away in exasperation. I expected him to 
let me finish him off. I wish that it had gone that 
way. Later I realized that he probably had this planned 
all along, but I was shocked at the time when he sat up 
and pulled Heather down beside him and explored her 
body with his large hand while staring down at her. 

After a minute he said, "Since you still can't suck 
cock worth a shit, I guess it's time to take that 
cherry of yours."

I was shocked. She had been molested by all of those 
men and not one of them threatened to take her 
virginity. I had thought that she was safe, at least 
for a while longer. I pleaded with him, "Mr. Kent, 
please, she is so young, and you are so big. You'll 
tear her. Please, let me suck you off, or fuck me 
instead. Please, I'll make it so good for you, I 
promise."

He didn't even look at me. He crawled up over my baby 
and started rubbing the head of his cock over her tight 
little slit. I saw her gasping at the touch, but she 
was obviously twice as scared as I was, with good 
reason!"

After a few moments of teasing her he continued to 
stare into her face, along with the nearby camera, and 
he ordered me to reach between them and put his cock in 
her cunt.

I started to plead again and he said, "It's okay if you 
keep begging and whining and crying. I like the sound 
of it. But meanwhile, put my fucking cock in your 
little girl's cunt. Don't make me tell you again!"

I looked at her face and I said, "I'm sorry baby."

She nodded and then she looked back at Mr. Kent.

I reached down and took his big cock in my hand and 
with a little difficulty I rubbed the head of it up and 
down her surprisingly slippery pussy and lined the head 
up with her virginal opening.

I held it there until he began to push into her. I 
moved my hand back then and watched as she began 
panting in pain almost immediately. 

He didn't drive it all the way in. Not at first. He 
forced the head and a bit more of it inside of her, 
teasing her with it, or perhaps giving her a chance to 
adjust to it. I'm not sure which.

I saw her eyes glazing over again and her mouth was 
open as she gasped for breath with each of his small 
strokes. Then, without any warning he plunged through 
her hymen and buried nearly all of his large cock 
inside of her.

She screamed when he pierced her, and I saw the chords 
on her neck bulge out in pain. Her white knuckles 
gripped the bedspread and every muscle in her body 
seemed to tense up. 

He paused with his cock inside her and watched her 
face, enjoying her pain. 

He waited for her to relax a little and he lifted off 
of her slightly and ordered me to stretch out beside 
them. When I was where he wanted me he ordered me to 
kiss her on the lips and at the same time he wanted me 
to play with his balls while he fucked my little girl's 
cunt.

I wanted to grab his balls and crush them but I was 
smart enough to know that that would be a fatal 
mistake. Instead I did as he instructed. I leaned 
forward and, with the camera catching every move I 
made, I kissed my daughter's lips while reaching down 
and caressing the testicles of the monster that was 
raping her right in front of me.

After a minute, Heather started to return my kisses and 
soon she was beginning to relax. I felt him begin to 
move again, moving his cock in and out of her with 
short, slow strokes as I struggled to follow the 
movement of his balls with my fingers.

As he moved, Heather groaned in pain at first, but then 
it started sounding more like pleasure. I found it 
impossible to believe that she could have an orgasm 
during her first vaginal sex, especially with this 
asshole. But it seemed like that was exactly what was 
happening.

She gave up her white knuckled grip on the bedspread 
and wrapped her arms around my neck and soon she was 
kissing me passionately and working her hips up to meet 
every stroke as Mr. Kent started picking up the pace, 
fucking her harder and faster.

He finally couldn't take anymore of her tight little 
pussy and I felt him tense up and begin to fill her 
with his hot cum. When she realized what he was doing 
it seemed to set her off and she gripped my neck so 
hard it hurt as she screamed into my mouth and came 
violently.

I hated that it had happened. But I had to be thankful 
that she had enjoyed it. It could have been pretty 
traumatic. I wouldn't want her to be as fucked up as I 
was.

Mr. Kent stayed inside my daughter until his cock was 
soft. Then he pulled out and got up on his knees. He 
looked at me and I knew what he was looking for. It 
turned my stomach, but I had swallowed enough bodily 
fluids already today that I suppose it didn't matter. I 
bent down and while trying to ignore the cameras in my 
face I began licking his soft, but still very large and 
slimy cock. I noted a small amount of blood on the base 
of his shaft. I could taste the difference now that her 
juices coated his cock. But I managed to suck him clean 
without getting sick.

That wasn't the end of my trials. He got up and pushed 
me over onto my back. Then he began moving Heather 
around and soon she was squatting over my head and he 
was pushing her down over my mouth. 

I didn't fight it. I had no fight left in me. As soon 
as her pussy was in position I began to lick her clean 
and let his cum drain into my mouth. As I worked I felt 
her being pushed down and soon she was providing a 
similar service to me. 

We did this for a long time. I assume that they were 
hoping that we would get excited and reach orgasm on 
the end of each other's tongue. We didn't, I guess that 
we were both in too much shock. Finally they let us 
stop and the lights were shut off and the cameras were 
put away. 

I started to take a deep breath and relax until I saw 
the camera men undressing and I knew that the job 
wasn't quite done yet.

They both got up on the bed and just as we were about 
to service them, Mr. Kent said, "Hold on, might as well 
get this in case we need some extra footage."

The man that had opened the door for us when this all 
had started stepped forward and turned on the lights 
again. Then he picked up one of the cameras and filmed 
Heather and I sucking off the camera men.

They were both pretty excited and it didn't take long, 
thankfully. My jaw was killing me. I can only imagine 
how hard it must be for Heather.

We were finally finished and the lights were off. Most 
of the men had left and it was just Mr. Kent and the 
man that seemed to own the place.

Mr. Kent went to a corner of the room and came back 
with the empty shopping bags and ordered us to fold our 
new clothes and neatly put them in the bags. While we 
were doing that he and the owner sat in a couple of 
chairs in the corner and drank a beer and talked 
quietly while they watched us working in the nude.

It took us nearly fifteen minutes to pick up the 
clothes and sort them out and fold them up. We didn't 
speak at first, but after a minute or two I asked 
Heather, "Are you okay baby?"

She looked at me for a second, her eyes were moist but 
she wasn't crying right now. She nodded, and then she 
said, "I guess so. The sucking wasn't so bad. Not until 
my jaw got sore. Once I got past the pain the fucking 
wasn't so bad. It just really pissed me off that I let 
him give me an orgasm."

I almost said something to her about her language, but 
then I realized how stupid that was and I laughed. She 
looked up to make sure that I wasn't freaking out. Then 
I said, "I know baby. The same thing happened when he 
raped me. You saw it. I couldn't help it. He is a super 
asshole, but he is a good fuck."

Heather lifter her eyebrow at that, then she laughed 
quietly and said, "Mom! Watch your fucking language! 
There is a little girl in the room!"

I got sad then and I said, "Not so little anymore. I am 
so sorry baby. I wanted you to have such a good life. I 
have worked so hard and now, because of one stupid 
mistake, now we have this. What scares me is I doubt 
that this was the worst of it. That man is evil!"

She nodded and said, "I know, and I know it isn't your 
fault." Then she said, "Shhh," and I knew he was coming 
back over to where we were just finishing up.

He saw that we were done and ordered us to put our 
clothes back on. When we were once more wearing our 
slutty clothes he led us back to the car. We got in and 
as soon as he had driven out of the parking lot his 
hand was on Heather's thigh and his finger rubbing her 
sore pussy. 

She jumped at his touch at first. Then she just sat 
back and tried to ignore him.

When we got back to our apartment he helped us carry 
our clothes inside. Then he sat down and ordered me to 
get him a beer. While I was doing that he had Heather 
undress and as he pulled her into his lap he ordered me 
to undress.

He ran his hand over her tight, young little body and 
said, "I don't see any reason for you two to wear 
clothing in the house any longer. From now on, as soon 
as you get home I want you to strip down and stay 
naked."

I just nodded. There was nothing to say. Then he said, 
"I had a talk with your supervisor yesterday. She said 
that you blame Mr. Packard for your troubles."

I shrugged and said, "If Mr. Devon was telling the 
truth, and I still don't believe that he was, then the 
only possible explanation for my reaction was that I 
was so upset at what he did to me that I over reacted. 
I don't know what else it could have been. I am not a 
violent person. At any rate, when I slapped Mr. Devon, 
it was never my intention that he end up at the foot of 
the stairs. But I know what I felt, and I am positive 
that he grabbed my ass that day."

Mr. Kent said, "The problem here is that you place too 
high a value on your skanky ass. I want you to go talk 
to your supervisor on Monday. You are to tell her that 
you feel guilty for spreading rumors about Mr. Packard 
and you want to start assisting him again. From now on 
you are to allow him any and all liberties he should 
wish to take. Do you understand?"

I was staring at him with my mouth open! He had to be 
kidding! But I saw that he was deadly serious, and 
finally I gave in. He knew that I would. I nodded and 
he smiled that evil smile.

"The other thing that you are going to do to atone for 
the error of your ways is to entertain Mr. Devon. I am 
going to interview him at the end of next week. If he 
does not convince me that all is forgiven, then, well, 
I am tired of making threats, you know what I can do."

My mouth was again wide open, but I finally swallowed 
my pride and nodded. I saw Mr. Devon almost every day, 
in the hall or in the parking lot. He always gave me 
really evil looks. He must surely know that it was his 
fault, but he looked like he wanted to wring my neck. I 
was afraid of him.

I told Mr. Kent that I was afraid of him, but he said, 
"You should be afraid of me. You have a lot more to 
worry about with me, trust me."

He stood up then and sat Heather down on the couch. 
Then he pulled me over and bent me over her so that our 
faces were almost touching. I heard him behind me, 
pulling his pants down, and then I felt him kicking my 
feet apart and preparing to fuck me from behind. He 
entered me brutally, and I was not wet. It hurt like 
hell. I just grimaced and held my breath for a few 
minutes until I started lubricating, then I closed my 
eyes and waited for it to end. 

I felt something brush over my lips and I opened my 
eyes to see Heather kissing me lightly. She stopped for 
a second, smiled at me, and then resumed kissing me. I 
loved her so much. I saw what she was doing. To my 
shame, I let her. 

I started returning her kisses and I felt her soft hand 
on my breast. I had my arms on either side of her 
shoulders, leaning against the back of the couch, and 
we were kissing like lovers while Mr. Kent fucked me 
like a two dollar whore.

Just like all of those other times, I started getting 
excited, egged on now by Heather's kisses. Soon I was 
kissing her passionately and I came just as Mr. Kent 
filled my pussy with his sperm again.

He pushed me aside and before I could move in and clean 
him he grabbed Heather by the hair and pulled her face 
down to his slimy cock and made her lick him clean.

She hesitated for a second, but then she did as he 
wanted. I looked away but he pulled me back and held my 
head tight against his hip so that I could watch her 
work at his nasty cock. 

When he was satisfied he pushed us both away and 
started putting his pants back together. As he dressed 
he said, "I'll pick you up tomorrow evening around 
four. Be ready, I'll decide what you wear when I get 
here."

Then he reached into his wallet and handed me a 
prescription for birth control pills for Heather. I was 
grateful to have it, but I suddenly realized that I had 
spent every last spare cent that I had for my own 
prescription. I broke down and started bawling as 
everything just kind of overwhelmed me.

He stared at me, surprised at my reaction. Finally he 
said in exasperation, "What the fuck is wrong with you, 
you stupid cunt?! I thought I was doing you a favor!"

I tried to stop crying and explain. Heather came over 
and put her arms around me and pulled my head down to 
her breast and after a moment I could finally talk.

I explained, "I have missed a lot of work lately. On a 
good week I only clear a little over a hundred dollars. 
I have been just barely paying the rent and utilities 
for months now. We are living on meat loaf, spaghetti, 
and tuna casserole. Some days we get by on bread and 
butter. I don't have a penny left."

He shook his head and pulled out his wallet and handed 
Heather some wadded up bills. Then he stepped closer 
and unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out.

He reached for Heather's hand and as he used it to 
masturbate with he said, "What did I tell you about how 
much it turns me on when you cry, you stupid cunt? Now 
don't move."

He beat his meat rapidly and sprayed first Heather's 
face and then mine with cum. The next spurt didn't have 
as much force and fell onto my breast. Then a few 
dribbles fell onto my knee and he put his cock away. 

I watched as he shoved his slimy fingers into Heather's 
mouth and she sucked him clean, and then he made us 
lick each other clean. When we were finished he finally 
left.

I held Heather close again and said, "I'm sorry honey. 
Sometimes it is all just too much all at once. That 
last one was my fault."

Heather grinned and said, "Well, at least it didn't 
hurt, and look at this!"

She held out her hand. He had handed her five bills. 
Five one-hundred dollar bills!

I almost fell out of my chair! We had been living on a 
little less than we needed for Heather's entire life. 
We had never had a spare dime. I was so excited that I 
was shaking.

I realized that the profits from the movie they made of 
us today would more than repay him for the slut clothes 
and that wad of money. But still, I was so grateful for 
having a weight taken off of my shoulders for just a 
moment. We could eat. I could even buy a six pack of 
Coke! Hell, we could go to a movie! 

Heather was thirteen and had never been to a theater. 
Of course, I didn't know how long it would be before he 
allowed us any free time to go to a movie.

It was still early in the evening. We got dressed and 
went shopping. I got the prescription filled and bought 
some decent food and a few luxuries. I picked up a 
quart of ice cream and a six pack of soft drinks. I 
even bought two small steaks.

I stopped on the way home and had my house key copied. 
We didn't live in the kind of neighborhood where it was 
a good idea to keep your door unlocked, especially if 
you were two girls living alone.

We went back home and although we still felt a little 
strange about it we undressed and put the groceries 
away. We had both worked up an appetite today. I made a 
salad, fried up some potatoes and onions. Heather set 
the table while I cooked those two small rib eye 
steaks. Then we poured a couple of cokes over ice and 
had the best meal that we had eaten in Heather's entire 
life.

After our wonderful meal we cleaned up the kitchen. 
Both of us were too full to have any ice cream. Then we 
sat down and sipped our cokes and talked about what had 
happened to us, but mostly to her today.

It had been pretty intense for both of us. But we had 
suspected that it would be. I told her that I had hoped 
right up to the end that she would be able to keep her 
virginity. I had been shocked when he took it. I guess 
I am just too gullible. I had really believed him when 
he said she was too young for him. Maybe I really am a 
stupid cunt.

Heather said, "I guess that is how he strings out the 
horrible things that he plans to do and gets you to go 
along. He holds out just a little bit of hope and you 
keep going after it. If it makes you feel any better, 
he fooled me too."

We had the most unusual conversation after that. We 
spent a good fifteen or twenty minutes talking about 
the difference in the taste of men's cum. I bet that 
there is not another thirteen year old girl in the 
country that has had that discussion with her mother!

We decided that some were very bitter and bleachy, like 
Mr. Kent. They were the worst. Some were not bleachy 
but they were bitter to varying degrees. It was still 
very unpleasant, but slightly more bearable. The 
easiest to swallow were those rare guys that had almost 
no taste at all. Heather had had two of them today, I 
had not been so lucky.

We noticed that the smokers were the worst. They had 
the most bitter cum. We decided that the difference 
between the others must be in their diet. Mr. Kent's 
was probably the worst because he is a monster.

We didn't have to get up early tomorrow so we sat 
around and watched dumb shows in the nude and tried to 
make believe that nothing was different in our life. We 
finally went to bed around midnight. I probably should 
have had a hard time sleeping after the day's traumatic 
events, but I slept like a log until almost ten o'clock 
the next morning.

I got up and started to put my robe on before I 
remembered I was to remain nude. I went to the bathroom 
and emptied my bladder and brushed my teeth and washed 
my hands and face. Then I went out to the kitchen.

Heather was already up and she had coffee ready for me. 
I poured a cup and sat down and thanked her. She had 
already eaten her cereal, so I had some Bran Checks and 
sipped on my coffee. I had Heather unlock the door, 
just in case. Then we put the dishes in the sink and 
talked about doing something fun before this afternoon, 
when the fun and games would begin again.

We ended up splitting a coke and playing Yahtzee for a 
couple of hours. I made grilled cheese for lunch and we 
played dominoes in the afternoon. Then at two o'clock 
we started getting ready.

We took showers and did our hair. We didn't wear 
makeup. So now we were sitting around with an hour to 
kill, waiting for Mr. Kent.

He showed up at ten before the hour and we went into 
the back to get dressed to his specifications. The 
strange thing was that he had bought all of those slut 
clothes and he made us put the underwear on, but then 
he dressed us in one of our normal, everyday, 
conservative outfits. I guess it is more fun to despoil 
and degrade us when we look like normal people.

He led us out to his car and, before I forgot I thanked 
him for the money and handed him a key to our 
apartment. We all got into the car and before we had 
gotten a block he reached into the pocket in his door 
and handed us each a blindfold and ordered us to put 
them on.

That seemed a bit sinister, but it wasn't a request. 
After we were blindfolded I felt Heather jump beside me 
and I assumed his hand was where it shouldn't be. He 
told us that we were going to a party. It was a fairly 
regular party that he threw for some friends of his in 
order to stay on their good side. He normally took a 
girl or two to the party, but this was going to be the 
first time he had taken a girl this young, or a 
beautiful mother-daughter. Calling us beautiful did not 
make up for pimping us out to his friends.

He told us that his friends got a little rough 
sometimes, but that no one would get hurt as long as we 
did as we were told. All that we had to do was to be 
friendly and say yes to everything. The guys all had to 
work in the morning so he didn't think that the party 
would go much past midnight.

I thought to myself, "What a relief, they are only 
going to gang rape my daughter and I for the next eight 
hours. We are so lucky!"

Mr. Kent finally pulled up into a driveway and told us 
to take off the blindfolds. We all got out and headed 
for the gate on the side of the house that led into the 
back yard. I looked around and saw that there were 
other houses around, but not very close. We were not in 
a subdivision.

I could hear music and loud conversation coming from 
the back of the house. I saw a dozen cars parked 
around, in the driveway and on the side of the road. As 
Mr. Kent opened the gate I heard several people call 
out, "Hey! Clark is here with the entertainment!"

Now I knew Mr. Kent's first name, though I didn't think 
that I would get to use it. We followed him into the 
backyard and he closed the gate behind us. There were 
about fifteen men in and around a large pool. They 
ranged in age from mid twenties to mid fifties. They 
had apparently been here for a while, some of them were 
pretty loud and I assumed that they had been drinking 
for a while. 

We were led onto the well lit patio near the pool and 
after everyone was quiet we were introduced by our 
first names as a mother and her horny little daughter. 
I suppose that, as skeptical as they might normally 
have been, it must have been obvious that we were a 
mother and daughter. We resembled each other strongly.

If there was anyone in the crowd that was sympathetic 
to our plight, they hid it well. We were soon 
surrounded by horny men and passed around like a joint 
at a Grateful Dead concert.

As we were passed from man to man our outer clothing 
was quickly removed. We were left in our new underwear 
for a while and pawed by all of the men. Once they had 
all seen us in our new underwear we were relieved of 
that too. 

The man who seemed to be the host came around and 
pulled us free of our group gropes and took us to 
tables and we danced like strippers for a while, but 
with hands constantly reaching up to slide up a thigh 
or over a butt cheek, or slip a finger into our tight, 
wet slits.

The dancing went on for only half an hour or so. As I 
danced I began to recognize a couple of guys in the 
crowd after I had stopped being so wrapped up in my own 
troubles. I suddenly realized that these guys were all 
cops! The first man that I recognized was the one that 
had driven me to the station the night that I had been 
arrested.

My daughter and I were being fed to the cops to keep 
them happy and protect Mr. Kent from any police 
problems! Oh well, just another shovel of dirt on my 
grave.

The guys had soon had enough teasing and my daughter 
and I were pulled down from our tables and taken to a 
couple of lounge chair cushions that were laid out on 
the grass. We were placed on our hands and knees and 
the parade started. We both had cocks at both ends for 
nearly two hours after that.

We were allowed to clean up a little under the outdoor 
shower and we were given something to drink. Then we 
circulated through the crowd until someone else wanted 
to have sex with us.

There was almost no sex the last couple of hours. Well, 
there were some drunks that tried, but all they got was 
tired. The party finally started breaking up and all of 
those too drunk to drive cops started leaving. 

Once they were done with us the host pulled a couple of 
large trash cans onto the patio and with cum dripping 
down our thighs, Heather and I cleaned up the mess on 
the patio. Then we did the dishes and finally the host 
woke up Mr. Kent who was napping in one of the bedrooms 
and we were cleaned up again and given a towel to sit 
on. We put the blindfolds back on and we were driven 
home. I had left my purse in the car, thankfully, 
because all of our clothing had disappeared.

Mr. Kent pulled up to the door of our building and let 
us out, in the nude. We rushed to our door, but 
thankfully it was early Monday morning and no one saw 
us.

Heather and I took a long, hot shower together and 
washed each other's hair and back. It had been a very 
long night, but the guys, though exuberant, were not 
overly rough and not especially kinky. It was just a 
lot of enthusiastic fucking and sucking. I suppose they 
didn't want anyone to have any evidence of the 
activities that took place at their party because I had 
not seen a camera anywhere.

The next morning the alarm must have thought that I was 
dead. It had been ringing for nearly fifteen minutes 
before I heard it. I got up and went to Heather's room. 
She was still sleeping too. I woke her up and we both 
needed to take another shower, just to wake up. I got 
her breakfast ready while she showered and dressed and 
then I took a quick shower. I came out in time to see 
Heather going to school in one of those tiny miniskirts 
that Mr. Kent had bought for us. I tried to stop her 
but she was out and gone. 

Oh well, I thought, what was the point at this stage in 
our fucked up lives?

I got my things together and locked the apartment and 
went to work. On the drive to work I remembered what 
Mr. Kent had told me about that grabby old man that he 
wanted me to go back to taking care of.

Most of the morning I tried to think of some way to ask 
my supervisor, Mrs. Thomas, if I could resume being the 
care-giver for Mr. Packard. I couldn't think of any 
plausible excuse for putting myself in his grasp again. 
The problem was solved, however, when Mrs. Thomas came 
to me with a problem. It seems that there were no male 
nurses scheduled for today or for the rest of this week 
in fact. There was a shortage of male nurses and they 
were often put on nights when they were available at 
all.

It seems that Mr. Packard was insisting that I be 
assigned back to his care. I sighed and said that I 
would be happy to resume caring for him. I lied and 
said that it had not been that bad and I had felt 
guilty for complaining. 

Mrs. Thomas was so relieved I almost felt good about 
it.

The good feeling left me quickly though. After I 
knocked on his door and stood there wondering what it 
would be like now that I could not resist his advances 
the good feeling disappeared quickly.

He told me to come in and I closed the door and went 
over to say good morning to him. He leered at me and as 
soon as I leaned over to help him up his hand went to 
my breasts. 

The horny old fart noticed the difference right away 
when I didn't try to fend his hands off and he squeezed 
my breast for a moment before reaching for my zipper 
and pulling it down. By the time I had walked him to 
his shower he had my dress unzipped below my waist and 
his hands were exploring my bare breasts and dipping 
down to my pussy. 

He was saying, "I knew you wanted me you nasty cunt. 
You fucking whore! All you fucking cunts are fucking 
whores!"

He was just ranting on and on. It was very disgusting. 
I finally helped him into his shower and he told me to 
finish taking my dress off and get in and wash him. I 
stared at him, partly in exasperation, partly in shock, 
because that nasty old man actually had a hardon!

I tried to remember exactly what Mr. Kent had said and 
how far I had to let this go. I remembered that I was 
to allow Mr. Packard, "Any and all liberties." So, I 
guess I had to do what he asked.

I finished unzipping my dress and set it outside the 
bathroom on the back of his chair. Then I stepped into 
the shower stall with the dirty old man and he was all 
over me. He pawed me with his gnarled old hands and 
leaned against me and gnawed on my nipples with his 
gums before he pushed me to my knees and forced me to 
take his cock into my mouth. 

I was shocked that this old man could get a hardon, but 
I was even more surprised when, in a surprisingly short 
time he shot a stream of thin, watery, extremely bitter 
fluid into my mouth. I gagged on it, even though I had 
not gagged on a mouthful of cum in days. It was 
horrible. I finally stood up as he leaned back against 
the wall of the shower and I turned the water