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   OKSANA by Silvio Stoker
Comments:
Rather truthful history about decline of customs in the Russian

province. Children degrade together with adults.
[SYNOPSIS:]

   Her mother was a mean drunk, but she'd always protected Oksana from
Uncle Sergei.  Now Oksana had no one to protect her.  Oksana's fingers
tightened around the edge of the filthy mattress, her knuckles white,
whiter than her porcelain skin.  The ten-year-old's panties were down
around her thighs.  Her back and buttocks bore witness to previous
whippings.  She screamed, the pitiful sound muffled by the sock her uncle
had stuffed into her sweet little mouth, but she didn't try to escape. 
There was no escape - if she didn't lie comparatively still, Uncle Sergei
would tie her up and hurt her between the legs.  He whipped her until she
wet herself, then took the sock out and went in her mouth.  He uncle let
her go and his friend got into bed with her. ************** This text from
archive ' 6 collections on page of the author [0SilvioStoker.htm]
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   O K S A N A

   Written by Silvio Stoker





   Oksana's fingers tightened around the edge of the filthy mattress, her
knuckles white, whiter than her porcelain skin.  The ten-year-old's panties
were down around her thighs.  Her back and buttocks bore witness to
previous whippings.  She screamed, the pitiful sound muffled by the sock
her uncle had stuffed into her sweet little mouth, but she didn't try to
escape.  There was no escape - if she didn't lie comparatively still, Uncle
Sergei would tie her up and hurt her between the legs.  He whipped her
until she wet herself, then took the sock out and went in her mouth. 
Oksana spat the semen on the floor, sobbing.  Her uncle let her go and his
friend Fedya got into bed with her.  She was beautiful despite the abuse,
but dirty - there was no running water in the house, and the only
possibility of hygiene was heating water on the wood stove and taking a
birdbath.  She washed as often as she could, but when they were awake she
was afraid to take her clothes off and sometimes her cunny hurt too much to
touch.  She used to go to the bathhouse, but not since they'd started
having sex with her.  Fedya spread her legs and lubricated her with
sunflower oil.  Oksana winced as he fingered the sore hole - the kid's fuck
tube was the color of fire trout, torn.  He slid his penis in and slammed
her, then flipped her over and forced her to lift her butt.  Her perineum
and anal area were discolored by a dark blue bruise.  The girl's bunghole
was almost magenta.  She went rigid, whimpering.  Fedya fucked her cunny
some more, then shoved his cock deep into her tortured rectum, thrusting
hard.  Oksana clawed at the mattress, then went limp.  He reamed her with a
steady rhythm, holding her hips, then slid in to the hilt and flooded her
with semen.



   Oksana woke in the dark and covered herself with the rough blanket that
lay near.  Fedya had passed out beside her.  He was snoring, and she could
hear her uncle's snores from the other room.  She needed to go to the
outhouse and tried to stand - she felt a spasm and doubled over.  She
couldn't get up.  She couldn't take it.  They'd raped her every night for a
week.  She gasped, gushing feces and Fedya's semen.  He woke up and pulled
her on top of him - Oksana whimpered and grasped his penis, stroking it
softly.  He whispered to her to put it in.  She bit her lip and obeyed,
guiding it into her dirty little hole and rocking back and forth, fucking
him.  He cupped her buttocks and thrust.  The bulb of his cock hit her
cervix several times, hurting her.  Oksana bucked as hard as she could,
quivering.  He came and took her into his arms.  When he fell asleep again,
Oksana disentangled herself and crept to the kitchen.  Her lower body was
in agony.  They'd molested her for several months, ever since her mother
died.  Her mother was a mean drunk, but she'd always protected Oksana from
Sergei.  Now Oksana had no one to protect her.  She thought about running
away, of course, but for the first few weeks she'd been in shock, and the
unbearable pain had kept her from attempting to run.  There was nowhere to
run to, and she was ashamed, too - Oksana knew what people thought of girls
who let men do those things.  When she was eight years old, one of her
mother's friends gave her three rubles to take off her clothes.  He told
her not to tell anyone - he said she was pretty, and he promised to give
her two more rubles if she let him kiss her cunny.  It felt funny, but
Oksana liked it, and then he asked her to get on her hands and knees and
licked her.  She giggled when he licked around her poophole, but then it
started to feel really strange.  He did it for a long time, and when she
turned around he had his thing out.  She got scared and he put it back in
his pants.  Later her mother didn't like how Oksana acted around the man
and told her that she was misbehaving, but Oksana never told her what she'd
done.  The man moved to the city, and Oksana missed him.  A few months
after he went away, Oksana met a nice man in the village.  He took her to
his house and gave her something sweet and fiery to drink, like her mommy
drank when she was being fancy, and Oksana let him take her clothes off. 
He explained how pretty girls made his penis hard and rubbed it until stuff
came out.  It was sort of scary, but he didn't touch her or anything.  The
next time she went to his house another man came and they asked her to
touch their things.  She undressed and drank more of the fancy drink.  She
lay on her belly and wiggled her butt, and they squirted on her.  She let
them lick her, but she wouldn't lick them.  Her mother was with a man named
Ivan then.  One day when her mommy wasn't home, Oksana asked Ivan if he
wanted to see her cunny.  He didn't, and he told her mommy, and Oksana got
her first spanking.  Her mommy said that girls who do things like that are
dirty animals and can never get married.  Men hurt them, and everyone
despises them.



   There was some water left in one of the buckets.  Oksana found a rag and
cleaned herself as best she could, wincing when she wiped her cunny.  She'd
lost some weight since her mother's death, and her ribs were faintly
visible.  Tall for her age, the ten-year-old still looked graceful.  She
had blue-gray eyes and thick chestnut hair she'd cut short for the funeral.
It had grown back and hung in a tangle to her narrow shoulders.  The fresh
welts stood out against her translucent skin and there was dirt under her
toenails, but otherwise she was a stunningly beautiful child, with sensual
features and slightly crooked lips the color of watermelon candy.  She'd
started masturbating after her mommy warned her about men, guiltily playing
with her pussy and sometimes even her poophole, and until she started
getting raped her gash had begun to look like an older girl's - pale like
her dime-sized nipples, the slit would get dewy when she got excited. 
Oksana was a sexy kid - she wouldn't let anyone play with her after her
mother told her what it meant, but men who looked at her like they wanted
to do things to her made her dreamy.  She could always tell what they were
thinking, and when she went to the grocery store in the village she would
sometimes hang out with the older girls and watch them with their
boyfriends - they treated her like a kid, but Oksana learned how to get men
to look at her.  She was sort of interested in boys, but she soon
discovered that a lot of the prettier girls made friends with young men who
had cars and gave them fancy clothes, and Oksana knew that she was one of
the prettiest girls in the village.  She couldn't wait to grow up, and most
of her fantasies were about those men and the beautiful young women they
took care of.  In a way she wanted a daddy, but she knew why the men liked
those girls - she wasn't shy, but she was confused about the feelings she'd
get when she caught glimpses of the girls' underwear or saw them kissing
the guys.  The prettiest one was still adolescent, and Oksana saw her with
several different men.  Her name was Sveta, and some people said nasty
things about her.  She wore short dresses even in the wintertime, and
sometimes furs.  Once Oksana saw her get into a car with two men, and an
old woman in front of the grocery store called her a whore.  Not long
before her mother died, a few days after her tenth birthday, Oksana talked
to Sveta for the first time.  It was early on a Saturday morning, but the
fourteen-year-old and a girl who looked maybe twelve or thirteen were
drinking vodka in front of the store.  They were touching, too - not
sexually, but their intimacy made Oksana feel lonely.  It was a warm spring
day, and they were wearing revealing dresses - the younger girl's was
silver, and she wore white stockings or pantyhose and patent leather pumps.
She was a pale blonde with cornflower eyes and pink skin.  Sveta had long
auburn hair and hazel eyes - her legs were bare, but she had on sheer ankle
socks and pointy shoes.  The straps of her scarlet dress kept slipping from
her narrow shoulders, powder white in the sun.  Oksana knew the younger
girl - she was the daughter of a man who sometimes drank with her mother.
They said hi, but Oksana couldn't remember her name.  Sveta offered Oksana
the bottle and made room for her on the bench.  The liquor burned her
throat, and Sveta put her arm around the ten-year-old.  She was wearing
perfume, and Oksana noticed that she'd concealed a black eye with cosmetics
- under the perfume, Sveta smelled like an animal.  After a while they took
a walk and found some shade, sitting in the grass - Oksana could see up
Sveta's dress, and the twelve-year-old (her name was Masha) took off her
shoes.  The vodka went to Oksana's head.  She had on a cotton dress the
color of cranberry juice and flesh-colored pantyhose, pumps.  They talked
about people they knew, and Masha said that a man named Borya was really
nice.  He'd taken her to the city, and she would have spent the night with
him if her father hadn't threatened her about staying out.  They'd met the
next day, though, and Borya made love to her in the back seat of his car.
Sveta stared at Oksana while Masha talked about how much she loved him. 
Oksana stared back.  Suddenly Masha's father came towards them - he was
really angry.  He called Sveta a prostitute and grabbed his daughter by the
wrist.  He took her away, and Oksana said she had to go, too.  Sveta asked
her to stay, and they lay in the grass, holding hands.  Sveta was tall and
slender, with long, white, utterly hairless legs and delicate fingers.  She
bent her knees, and Oksana could see her thighs.  Sveta whispered that
she'd been with Borya, too - he liked her a lot.  Masha's father was mean.
He was usually too drunk to do it, and he liked little girls.  He didn't
hurt his daughter, but he'd raped her friend Natasha's sister.  Sveta asked
Oksana if she'd ever been with a man.  Oksana told her about her mother's
friend and the men who licked her, and how she'd wanted to show Ivan her
pussy.  Sveta said she was lucky that the men who licked her were nice,
'cause they could have raped her.  Oksana was really pretty, and most men
would have fucked her if she got naked - Sveta had gotten screwed when she
was eleven years old, by a boy.  Oksana didn't know what fucking meant at
first, but she figured it out.  Sveta told her that it really hurt when men
put it in her butt, unless they greased it and did it slow - but a lot of
men liked hurting girls, and getting fucked back there made her come, too,
'cause she was only fourteen and felt like a little girl when they did
that, like when she was eleven and it hurt too much in front.  The boy who
raped her was really careful and it felt terrific - he was fourteen, and
Sveta would meet him in the barn and blow him and he'd fuck her butt.  He
made her do it with other boys, too, and she felt bad because everybody
knew about it.  Her father beat her up, and she went to live with her aunt.
Then she met Maksim.  He was married, but he gave her presents and raped
her like a big girl.  She turned thirteen and discovered that a lot of men
liked her.  They hurt her sometimes - she had to do it with more than one
man, and she didn't like that unless she was drunk and they were gentle -
but she gave good head and had a lot of boyfriends.  They gave her money
and gifts, and she loved getting fucked.  She was sad sometimes 'cause they
didn't respect her, and she wished someone would want to be with her - that
someone would just be with her because she was beautiful and not only
because she spread her legs.  She was really horny, though.  Her fuckhole
would get wet even if she didn't like the guy.  She cried the first time
her friend let other boys fuck her in the butt, when she was eleven, but it
felt cool, too, knowing that they needed her - getting their cocks hard. 
They called her names, but they liked her body - they'd take turns in her
mouth and ass until she went into a trance, sucking them and coming when
they came in her rectum, playing with her pussy and begging for it.  She
was fourteen now, and it was different 'cause she had titties - they
weren't very big, about the size of a sliced orange - but she shaved her
cunt, and she wasn't really grown up yet.  Her aunt didn't care what she
did.  She brought money home, anyway, and maybe one day she'd get married.
Oksana told her what her mother had said - that girls like her never got
husbands.  Sveta said that sometimes they did.  She was squirming in the
grass, and Oksana was sopping wet.  The older girl whispered that some men
weren't like others - they liked girls like her.  They even liked watching
girls with each other.  Oksana looked away, blushing.  Sveta had been with
another girl once.  They'd gone to the city with Borya, and he took
pictures of them.  There were other men there, and they raped the girl. 
She was thirteen and really pretty.  After a while they asked Sveta to play
with her.  It felt weird, and the girl didn't like it, but it was really
erotic - she had hardly any hair, and she was leaking come.  One of the men
held her while Sveta sucked on her cunt.  Oksana wanted to go away - but
part of her wanted to stay, too, and she'd had too much vodka.  She stared
at the trunk of the tree, listening.  Sveta kept talking about the
thirteen-year-old's body - the men had used her daddy hole, too, and they
told Sveta to stick her tongue in the girl's anus.  Sveta had licked men
down there, but the girl tasted good - Sveta loved getting rimmed, and even
though the girl resisted, she knew it felt nice.  Did Oksana like it when
the men had done that?  Oksana said yes in a tiny voice, and Sveta
whispered that talking about men made her wet.  It was cool to talk about
that stuff - she wanted to be friends with Oksana.  The ten-year-old said
that she wanted to be her friend, too - and Sveta slid against her,
stroking her hair.  Oksana squirmed, slippery, and Sveta slid her leg
against the younger girl's, breathing in her ear.  She'd taken off her
shoes.  Oksana shivered, and Sveta ran her tongue around her ear and kissed
the lobe, caressing her belly through the cotton dress.  Sveta whispered to
her, telling her how she had to touch herself.  She was drunk, and she had
to play with her pussy hole.  Oksana was scared that someone would see them
- the road was only twenty meters away.  Sveta cradled her head, and the
hand left her belly.  She could feel the older girl's small, firm breasts
against her back.  Sveta whimpered, her wet tongue flickering at the nape
of the ten-year-old's neck, and then she slid her fingers along Oksana's
lips.  They smelled like honey and fresh fish.  She'd been masturbating. 
Oksana let her slip two fingers into her mouth and sucked on them, and
Sveta cooed, then coaxed Oksana onto her back and kissed her on the mouth.
The child was trembling.  "Touch me," Sveta whispered.  "Please?" The
teenager had thrown one leg over the girl, twisted, her toes on the other
side of Oksana's heaving chest, her slit exposed, the white panty she was
wearing pulled to one side.  Oksana tentatively fingered the dripping
opening, and Sveta stroked her hand, then slid two fingers into her fuck
tube, her tongue in Oksana's mouth.  The crotch of the child's pantyhose
was soaked with cunny-milk.  Oksana wanted to touch herself, too, but
didn't dare.  She stroked Sveta's clit and felt for her friend's fingers,
touching the two she'd sucked as the teenager slowly slid them in and out
of her slippery hole.  Sveta's saliva ran into Oksana's eager mouth, her
long leg quivering.  Panting, Sveta slipped a third finger into her snatch
and frigged it, breaking the kiss to get off.  Oksana stared at her
desperate face as Sveta came, squealing, slithering away as waves of
pleasure splashed through her struggling body, needy, her slimehole wild
with suffering fuck.



   They kissed - the grass was tall enough to conceal them, Oksana thought,
and then she stopped thinking entirely as the teenager drooled into her
mouth and began to unbutton her dress.  Oksana wasn't scared, but Sveta's
spit had a strange taste - viscous, perceptibly poisonous, the saliva of
girl who lived for love.  She sucked cocks after they'd been in her butt,
and her corrupt body had a spicy, sour odor.  Sveta sucked on the
ten-year-old's tender nipples.  Oksana lifted her ass and let her take her
pantyhose off.  Sveta teased her, sucking her toes and licking her legs,
then kissed her cunny hole.  Quivering, Oksana pushed against the soft wet
lips, and Sveta lapped at her little pussy, her pointy tongue pressing
against the kid's clitty.  Oksana came, clamping her thighs around Sveta's
head and moaning.  Sveta kissed her on the mouth, letting child taste her
virgin juice before urging her to reciprocate.  Oksana was hesitant at
first, stunned by her own orgasm.  Sveta spread her legs and begged Oksana
to suck her clit.  The fourteen-year-old had been fucked before puberty,
constantly, but her cunt was still oddly adolescent, especially because it
was bald.  Oksana kissed it, tasting her copious slime - it was somehow
bewitching, and before long she was slurping at Sveta's twat and sticking
her slender fingers in the filthy hole.  Oksana sucked on her anus, too,
drawn in by the teenager's desperate moans.  "Da...  da...  da...  da..."
Sveta needed Oksana's fingers in there, in her rectum.  They were so soft,
slid into the sore opening men used to make her suffer.  "Da...  da..."
Deeper, harder, hurting her until she felt like her father was sticking his
dick in her, fucking her.  Sveta came, the kid's hand in her colon. 
"Harder...  " Oksana could feel her friend's need, the insatiable need
Sveta had known since she was nine years old and her daddy started hitting
her.  Sveta wet the bed, and her daddy would make her take her clothes off.
He didn't rape her, but sometimes he'd get drunk and hurt her, and then he
started making her suck his cock, sticking his finger in her rectum and
coming in her mouth.  Sveta didn't tell anyone - it didn't happen often,
and she was dying of shame.  She was a dirty girl, and she let a lot of men
go in her mouth.  She was very pretty, too, and by the time she was eleven
years old she was getting used to giving head.  Everyone knew that Sveta
sucked cock.  She let boys touch her between the legs, too, and one day an
older boy made her take her clothes off.  He hurt her cunny - and then he
used her bottom hole.  Sveta cried, but he did it until it felt good - she
was embarrassed about it, but the boy told everybody that she let him fuck
her.  Sveta didn't want to see him anymore, but one day he came by with a
bottle of vodka and took her to the barn.  She got tipsy, and his friends
showed up, and she let them use her mouth - he said he wanted to fuck her,
and Sveta let them play with her pussy.  She felt like a whore.  They made
her drink more and took turns hurting her.  She wanted them to like her. 
They'd meet her after school and rape her mouth and rectum until she went
limp.  Her father found out and beat her to a pulp - and the militia came
and took him away.  Sveta went to live with an elderly aunt, and in the
evenings she would get wasted and wander around until one of the men she
knew took her to some basement or abandoned building and did things to her.
One night she met a man with a car.  Maksim was in his late thirties and
made money on the black market.  She was twelve years old.  He took her
virginity and taught her things.  She found some self-esteem in a way - he
made her realize how much her little white butt was worth.  A year later he
moved away, and Sveta had been drifting ever since.  She had it together
for a whore, but she was lonely unless she was having sex.  She got drunk
every day and dreamt of departure - Oksana was a departure.  The
ten-year-old reminded Sveta of herself...  of herself before she let boys
fuck her up the butt.  Oksana was sick, like she'd been - there was
something wrong with Sveta even before her daddy touched her down there. 
She could hardly remember the first time someone fondled her, but her
earliest memories were of a teacher taking her potty, his pee-pee, holding
her poop in because going to the bathroom meant taking off her clothes and
touching his cock, playing with her trickle and sucking the finger he slid
into her botty after she went, wiggling it until she wished it was bigger
and deeper, whimpering.  She held her poop in 'cause she was scared of him,
scared of secrets - and it felt good, the big fat turd as thick and hard as
his pee-pee, and he'd ask her if she had to go and she'd say no even though
it hurt, and she went in her pants.  Her daddy thought she was sick - she
was, and maybe she was sick even before then, or the teacher wouldn't have
touched her.  He'd known he could touch her.  Everyone knew, and it was
true.  The other kids in school made fun of her, but men liked her a lot
'cause she was sexy.  She let them look up her skirt, and when she was
eight years old a man asked her to sit in his lap and rubbed his thing
between her legs.  One day he put his finger in her pussy hole.  It hurt,
but Sveta was scared of him and did what he said.  She wet the bed, and her
daddy started hurting her.  He went in her mouth and played with her
poophole.  A man even peed in her once - she didn't drink it, dripping,
sucking his dick and sobbing.  Oksana wasn't that sick.  Sveta whimpered as
her new friend slid her hand inside, her orgasm coming up from under
ground, grave, through the grass, raging in her rectum deep and dark, her
scarlet dress like fresh across her bone china chest and midriff, her
moans.



   Oksana was scared, her slender hand slick with anal mucus, the smell -
it wasn't an unpleasant smell, animal, and Sveta embraced her, farting,
licking the feces from her pale fingers and staring into her astonished
eyes, lazing in the late afternoon light like an antique fuck toy,
fingering her twat.  They kissed, and Sveta coaxed Oksana into sucking the
slimy fingers, caressing her face and neck, whispering.  It was almost
evening, and Oksana had to go.  Her mother was dying.  She wiped her hand
on the grass and put on her pantyhose and pumps, and they parted.  Oksana's
uncle was with her mother - his sister - and the girl knew that when her
mother died, she'd have to live with him.  She hated him.  He'd hit her
several times, slamming her against the wall and slapping her, and he'd
hurt her mother.  He stared at Oksana sometimes, when he was drunk, and the
ten-year-old felt sick when he fondled her, squirming - he'd never touched
her between the legs, but he'd asked her to sit in his lap and unbuttoned
her blouse, holding her like a doll, his dick hard.  Oksana was seductive.
She'd heeded her mother's warning until she met Sveta, but she was
desperate for attention.  She diddled herself to sleep in a thick fog,
squeezing her throat and moistening her middle finger in her mouth,
moaning, stroking her little slit and clitty very softly, swiftly, teasing
her tender anus and sometimes slipping her finger inside, slowly,
masturbating the musky opening until it felt like lukewarm soup ran through
her rectum, rigid, frigging it faster and faster until it felt like snakes
were slithering through her thirsty intestines, her stomach taut,
twitching, the whole world warm and wet and wanton, coming, cupping her
cunny and closing her eyes until the snakes left her, lonely, alone. 
Oksana saw ghosts, and sometimes snatches of what she'd seen in the
village, bare skin above a black silk stocking, the bulge in a man's
trousers, going barefoot.  She dreamt about being beautiful, her blue-gray
eyes brilliant, wearing make-up, mascara and kohl, getting into cars, her
gash wet, her butt like a little boy's.  Men made her mouth water, and she
remembered lying on her belly and wiggling until they splattered her naked
back and buttocks with warm, thick semen - and she remembered putting her
little hand on Ivan's crotch, too, asking him if he wanted to look at her
pussy.  He pushed her away, and her mommy spanked her and told her that
girls who played with men's pee-pees were dirty and hurt and died.



   Oksana's mother had died a few days later, and after the funeral she'd
gone to live with her uncle.  She was scared to death, and his friend Fedya
made her kiss him, sticking his tongue in her mouth.  They laughed at her,
and when she tried to leave her uncle tore her clothes off and pinned her
to the bare mattress, hurting her with his fingers.  Fedya poured sunflower
oil between her legs and they took turns raping her, her rectum, and one
night when she tried to bite her uncle he tied her up and hurt her cunny
hole, sticking a teaspoon in it and finally fucking her deep and hard.  The
child's genitals were grotesque, but the contrast between the raw opening
and her frail, pale figure was disturbingly erotic.  She stank, and her
clothes hadn't been washed since her mother died.  Oksana put on a pair of
soiled panties and the dress she'd worn when she had sex with Sveta.  The
cranberry cotton was badly stained, and she couldn't find any socks.  Her
uncle's snores were the only sound in the house - outside an owl hooted,
and in the distance a dog howled and barked.  It was dark and cold, the
leaves turning.  She found her pumps and a jacket and quietly slipped out
of the squalid house, leaning against the door and whimpering at the
unbearable pain in her bowels.  Oksana couldn't take it - Fedya's cock was
long and slender, slightly crooked, but her uncle's was huge, and he
stuffed it all the way in, filling her colon with oily meat.  It wasn't
anything like she'd imagined - she'd had her hand in Sveta's, part of her
forearm...  but Sveta was fourteen.  Oksana was only ten and tight despite
the tears in her sphincter.  She felt like she was being punished - like
her mother had promised, men treated her like they hated her.  Part of her
wanted to run away from everything - but Oksana knew that there was no such
place except in herself, the dark hollow that opened inside her when Fedya
was sober and hard and did it for hours, fucking her mouth and cunny and
ass until it felt like they were all the same, coming.  The road to the
village was deserted.  She didn't even know where Sveta lived.  Another
part of her didn't want to go - her uncle was mean to her, but sometimes
Fedya would make her feel good.  He'd give her vodka and play with her
pussy before he put it in, and he'd sleep with her, and now and then he'd
look at her like he loved her.  Oksana knew that he thought she was pretty,
and once or twice it even felt good, getting fucked, when he made her get
on top of him and let her do it.  She reached the village when it was
beginning to get light and leaned her back against a tree, across from the
grocery store, waiting.  Her mind was a maelstrom of fear and misery, and
when the sun had risen and people started to appear in the dusty streets
she hid herself behind a chokeberry bush, its leaves bright red.  She felt
like she wasn't there, the daylight world as unreal as her old dreams.  At
last, around eleven, she saw Sveta.  Her friend - were they really friends?
- was with Masha, the twelve-year-old.  They were headed for the store. 
Oksana stood and went towards them, calling Sveta's name.



   Masha's daddy had beaten her up.  The blonde was wearing a blue skirt
and a starched white blouse.  Her little bra was visible, loose - she
barely had breasts.  She was bare-legged, her little feet in plastic
sandals.  Her face was badly bruised, and the fall sun showed how she'd
tried to hide it.  Sveta wore a simple linen dress, dark green.  She wasn't
drunk yet, and she'd spent the night with Masha, sneaking her in after aunt
went to sleep.  The twelve-year-old had been disgusted by Sveta's advances,
and the teenager had given up, rejected.  Oksana looked awful.  Sveta put
her arm around her and led her to her aunt's apartment, Masha going to the
store for vodka and catching up with them.  Sveta's aunt had taken the bus
to the city, and the small apartment was theirs for the day.  Oksana took a
bath while Sveta washed her filthy clothes, and then the girls got drunk,
the ten-year-old wrapped in a towel.  Sveta didn't ask her what had
happened, and Oksana was glad.  In the afternoon, Sveta called a friend of
hers and asked if he could give Oksana a place to stay.  He wouldn't hurt
her, Sveta said - they went to his house together.  He was an old man, and
he showed Oksana where she could sleep.  She couldn't stay forever, but if
she helped him with cooking and cleaning she could have the bed for a week
or so.  Oksana was as happy as could be, aching, and for a week she stayed
with the man, healing, making him meals, seeing Sveta during the day. 
Neither of them attended school anymore, but Masha still went most of the
time.  Sveta left her friend's body alone for a while, but they talked
about sex.  When the week was up, the man said Oksana could stay longer,
and for about a month things were serene.  Then Sveta introduced Oksana to
Borya.



   Oksana was frightened at first, but Borya and his friends were cool. 
They took care of her, and all she had to do was act sexy - they touched
her sometimes, and they took pictures of her, but for the first few nights
they treated her almost like a daughter.  She was shy in front of the
camera, especially in her underwear.  They gave her the fancy clothes she'd
always dreamt of though, and she stayed in the city with a man named Denis,
living like a little princess.  He was thirty-six and handsome and strong,
and in a way she thought of him as the daddy she'd never had.  He told her
how pretty she was and sometimes he'd get into bed with her, but he didn't
rape her.  Oksana let him pet her between the legs, and one night he put
her hand on his thing.  She stroked it, and Denis asked her to suck it a
little.  It was different from doing that to Fedya and her uncle - she
liked Denis, and he was tender, but it still felt dirty.  He went in her
mouth, and when she tried to kiss him he wouldn't let her - she felt like a
toilet, but she knew she had to please him if she wanted to stay there. 
The next day Borya brought Masha and Sveta to the apartment.  Oksana was
wearing skimpy nylon panties and a lacy halter, lip gloss and high heels,
her blue-gray eyes made up like she'd wanted before she was raped, glassy.
Denis told the other girls to take their dresses off.  Masha didn't want
to, and Borya twisted her arm.  The blonde started bawling, and Denis
comforted her, giving her some sweet wine and holding her in his lap. 
Sveta and Oksana posed for Borya on the big bed in Denis' room, embracing.
Oksana was embarrassed, but the teenager got into it, showing off.  She
took off her bra, and the Borya told the ten-year-old to touch her titties
- Oksana obeyed, but she felt uncomfortable in front of the camera, in the
bright light.  Sveta had beautiful breasts, small but succulent, the pale
salmon nipples stiffening as Oksana caressed her, staring into the lens. 
Sveta ran her fingers through Oksana's hair and lifted her halter.  Borya
had a hard-on, and Sveta was wet - Oksana raised her arms and let her
friend take her top off, trembling.  Denis came in with drinks - vodka and
sweetened red currant juice - and Oksana folded her arms across her chest
like a virgin, fighting back tears.  She could hear Masha sobbing in the
other room.  Oksana sipped her drink while Sveta stood and pulled her
panties down, posing, her back to the camera, looking over her shoulder
seductively.  Borya gave the Leica to Denis and left the room, and a few
minutes later Masha was moaning.  Sveta started masturbating, and Denis
asked Oksana to remove her panties.  She did as she was told, shivering. 
Masha's moans aroused her - the twelve-year-old was drunk, and Borya was
licking her between the legs.  She'd let boys do that before, ashamed of
her needy young body, and she'd sucked his dick, but she was still a virgin
- her vagina was very pretty, the sparse hairs pure gold, silken, her anal
opening a delicate pink.  Oksana heard her gasp as Borya slid his
forefinger into the girl's anus.  Masha came, and he lubricated his cock.
She begged him not to, and then she was gagged, screaming.  Oksana knew
that he was lubricating her little rectum.  He was telling her it wouldn't
hurt, carefully stretching her tight sphincter before he stuffed the head
of his penis into her, slowly, her desperate screams muffled by one of
Sveta's stockings.  He pushed it deeper, and Masha passed out.  Denis took
pictures of the other two girls, telling them to kiss while Borya raped the
unconscious blonde.  Oksana tried not to cry, touching her cunny and
spreading her cheeks to display her anus - the rosette was invitingly
clean, coral, tiny white scars testifying to what her uncle and his friend
had done.  She was strangely excited despite her shame, especially when
Sveta caressed her buttocks.  Borya came in when the teenager started
kissing her cunny, and they took shots of the ten-year-old sucking his
wilted member.  Oksana was intoxicated.  Borya took the camera, and Denis
undressed.  He lay back and had the kids suck him, then asked Sveta to fuck
him.  Oksana fondled her belly and breasts, following instructions, and
Denis switched holes.  Borya asked Oksana to take the camera and sandwiched
Sveta, screwing her in front.  The fourteen-year-old went wild, her
lily-white body in orgasmic agony.  They came, and then it was Oksana's
turn.  They promised not to hurt her, and Sveta lubricated her little
openings before the men took turns in her pussy and ass.  It wasn't that
painful - they weren't like Fedya or her uncle.  They were careful, and
Oksana came when Borya squirted in her butt.  When they were done they
posed her on the bed by herself, semen leaking from her sore anus, smiling.



   Oksana quickly became accustomed to her golden cage - she cried a lot,
but she was the perfect child prostitute.  Well-behaved and utterly
submissive but not a zombie, she was unbelievably beautiful.  Borya and
Denis knew that they could get quite a bit of money for the girl, and
towards spring they took her to Moscow.  She'd just turned eleven, and she
loved the huge, mysterious city - or what she saw of it before they led her
into Igor's apartment.  There were several girls their, ranging in age from
eight to sixteen.  Igor took her to the bedroom and told her to strip.  The
child complied, slowly removing her elegant clothes and stretching out on
the bed, pallid, her pubis still bald.  Igor went in her mouth.  She
swallowed, and he told her to go join the other girls.  Some of the others
were naked, too - and all of them were extremely attractive.  They didn't
talk much.  and every now and then Igor or a visitor would take one or two
to a bedroom and rape them.  Oksana got fucked constantly, and on her
second day there she was sandwiched for the first time.  She almost blacked
out, bawling.  A week later they had several guests.  One of them spoke no
Russian - he was in his late forties and wore a big gold watch.  He seemed
nervous.  Oksana stared at him like she'd been taught, and he chose her. 
His name was Walter, and he was from Germany.  Oksana knew some English,
and Walter asked her a lot of questions.  She took her clothes off and
played with herself like he said to, and then he raped her.  She learned to
say 'ich liebe dich' and 'fick mich, Vater.' He talked baby talk to her and
asked her if she liked to play with dolls.  He had a playroom in Berlin,
and he said she would be happy there.  She was a very pretty girl.  She
wanted her daddy to fuck her.  He used her rectum and mouth, and then he
took her to the bathroom and put her in the tub.  Daddy had to pee.  Oksana
knew that some girls let men urinate in their mouths, but she'd never done
that.  He gave her a glass bowl and told her to hold it under her chin. 
She fought back tears, staring into his cold blue eyes.  His baby was a
sexy little toilet.  She liked drinking her daddy's piss.  She had to go,
too - he pressed on her bladder, and Oksana peed into the bowl.  He made
her drink it, then went in her mouth.  She couldn't stop crying, and Walter
held her, whispering how much he loved her.  Oksana was adopted, Igor
providing the papers, and for two years - until she turned thirteen - she
was Walter's slave girl.  He almost destroyed her soul.  She had to go in
her diapers and eat his feces, and sometimes he'd have friends over - she
was treated like a pet, but he gave her drugs and toys and made her be a
big girl, too, cooking and cleaning.  She was locked up when he was away,
and she wasn't allowed out of the house.  Some of his friends had daughters
and children they'd adopted, and one man - Heinrich - took a fancy to her.
Oksana was lovely even in her misery, and she'd entered puberty - Walter
kept her shaved, but when her breasts developed he gave her to Heinrich.



   They weren't very big - nectarines, the nipples a very pale pink.  She
was quite slender - she'd started to put on weight, but Heinrich put on a
diet - and her blue-gray eyes were dripping with perversity.  Heinrich was
more lenient - he figured that she wouldn't run away after years of
belonging to men.  Walter had turned her into a little girl again.  She wet
the bed, and Heinrich gave her enemas and slid a catheter into her urethra.
He made her wear a butt plug now and then, but he made her act like a lady,
too, and he took her out.  He had another daughter, also adopted - a
Ukrainian girl.  Zhenya was seven years old and still a virgin in front. 
She was still in diapers, a well trained animal with white blond hair. 
Skinny and sad, Zhenya hardly ever said a word.  Oksana loved Berlin, and
she lived for the evenings when Heinrich would take her to restaurants and
parks and weekend, when he'd take her to the zoo or Museum Island.  He
dressed her tastefully, spending a fortune on her wardrobe - under the
expensive clothes, Oksana was a corrupt child-woman with pierced nipples
and an appetite for forbidden things.  Barely thirteen, Oksana responded to
her new freedom by falling in love with Heinrich.  She was surprisingly
resilient, and within six months she could be trusted to go out alone.  He
bought her a borzoi - he made her have sex with the dog, too - and Oksana
seemed like a typical rich girl, walking the sleek pet and window shopping,
going swimming, studying at the library.  She avoided looking people in the
eye - her gaze gave it away.  Men stared at her sometimes - boys, too - and
Heinrich made her tell him about it when he got home from work.  She still
played with dolls, and she was close to the seven-year-old.  Daddy would
ask her to undress and Oksana would beg him to fuck her.  Sometimes he'd
tell her to lubricate little Zhenya.  Oksana would talk dirty, telling
daddy about the men she'd seen and how wet they made her.  She wanted to
have her daddy's baby, but most of her orgasms were anal.  She still got
raped - he'd take her to Walter's parties - but she liked it because it
made her daddy horny.



   November was cold and rainy.  Heinrich took her to Unter den Linden.  It
was a Saturday, and Oksana was wearing a skimpy dress, saffron silk, her
long adolescent legs in white silk stockings, sandals with two-inch heels
and a mink jacket.  She was stunning, her chestnut hair loose except for
two little braids, her delicate ears decorated with diamonds.  A man
started staring at her, and Heinrich told her to go say hi to him.  He
looked frightened, and she didn't know what to talk about, standing on the
sidewalk, at a loss.  Heinrich came up and told the man that she was his
daughter.  He invited the man to have lunch with them - he accepted, and
they went to a fancy restaurant.  They ordered food, and Heinrich asked the
man if he thought Oksana was pretty.  He said yes, and Heinrich handed him
a photograph.  It was a picture of Oksana in bed, her legs spread.  The man
coughed, nervously sipping his wine.  Oksana felt her stomach knot - she'd
gotten used to being decent when they went out.  She pretended she was
normal when they were in public.  Heinrich said that his daughter was a
whore.  Oksana looked away.  Heinrich told her to look the man in the eye
and tell him what she wanted.  Oksana obeyed.  She wanted to suck his cock.
He could piss in her mouth, too.  She was a toilet.  During the meal,
Heinrich told her to stick her finger in her pussy and show them how wet
she was.  The finger glistened with nectar.



   He did things like that all the time, and Oksana missed pretending that
she was a decent girl.  She was scared of strangers, and sometimes Heinrich
let them hurt her.  One man held a burning cigarette to her perineum while
Heinrich held her legs.  Then, in December, she discovered that she was
pregnant.  Oksana was only thirteen and thin - it hurt, and by the time the
baby was due she was in agony.  Her tiny breasts had swollen to the size of
large oranges, the nipples sepia, and her belly was as big as a watermelon.
He still took her to Walter's.  She didn't cry, letting the men suck her
titties and fuck her butt, cradling her belly, frightened for the baby's
life.  She wanted to run away - she didn't want them to hurt her child. 
She almost died in labor, barely fourteen.  It was a girl.  She'd been so
afraid that the baby would be a girl.  A girl like her, a girl they'd turn
into a whore.  She screamed the first time Heinrich took the baby in his
big hands, and Heinrich told her to suck him.  Oksana obeyed.  Oksana
always obeyed.  He gave the baby back and jerked off, ejaculating on the
newborn.  Oksana cried, and Heinrich gave her a banana.  Bawling, Oksana
slid the fruit into her fuckhole, obedient as always, sucking his cock.



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fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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