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Linda's Degradation
by Canary (canaryhouse@csonline.net)
***
If you are offended by "politically incorrect" language
you might want to bypass this story and go on to
another. It is the story of a little black girl who is
used and abused, first by her parents and then by an
old man who she calls "massa". That said, proceed at
your own risk. (Mg, ped, nc, rp, v, intr, bd, tor)
***
AUTHOR'S NOTE: While this story is complete in itself,
it is a follow-up to my previous story, "OH GOD, PLEASE
DON'T" also posted on this site. You might want to read
that first, particularly the last two chapters.
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PROLOGUE
My name is Lisa. If you've read my previous story, you
know that Linda was a black girl at Sam's Bar when I
was raped and abused by her three black friends – Tom,
Chuck, and Chico. Just before I left, I found out that
Linda was Tom's sister.
I also told you that I went back to that same bar to
have them do me again, slut that I am. Linda and I had
a chance to talk both before and after my second rape
at the hands of her friends and she told me her story.
I will relate here, as nearly as I can remember,
exactly what she told me.
Chapter One – Age 11
My name is Linda and my story really begins shortly
after I turned eleven. Until that time, while it wasn't
perfect, it was relatively peaceful and almost
completely normal. I had two older brothers, Roger and
Tom. I say had because Roger was shot and killed in a
drive by shooting. He was only 14.
We all took the shock of Roger's death in a different
way. Mom became morose. She seemed to always be sad and
she was short with everybody, especially me. It didn't
matter what I did, it never seemed to satisfy her. I
remember a hot summer day that I had on a pair of red
shorts with a yellow halter top. The shorts were almost
a full size too small, but then none of my clothes fit
and my parents weren't about to spend any money on me
unless they really had to. I was sitting in the front
yard playing with the one doll I had, just trying to
stay out of my mother's way.
She had awoke that morning in and extremely sour mood,
yelling at everyone – even Dad. I was surprised that he
didn't hit her as he sometimes die, but he just picked
up his lunch pail and went off to work without a word.
Anyway, I hugged the doll, pretending that she was my
baby. I knew where baby's came from since we had sex
education in school the previous semester. I got to
thinking about what it would feel like to actually have
a baby. I still couldn't figure out how a thing as big
as a baby could get out of that little hole.
The doll wasn't exactly life size, but then neither was
I as big as I would be when I got old enough to
actually have a baby. I spread my legs and put the doll
on the ground between them with the feet facing toward
me. I looked at it. There was just no way that
something that big could get out of me. I brought the
doll's feet up to my crotch and pushed. It felt kind of
good, sort of like when I would sometimes rub myself
between my legs before I went to sleep at night.
I didn't have time to enjoy the feeling, however
because I had no sooner started to rub the dolls feet
up and down a little bit when I was interrupted.
"LINDY," my mother yelled. (She always called me
Lindy.) "GET YOUR FUCKING ASS IN HERE. AND I MEAN NOW!"
I jumped up as if I'd been shot and ran past her into
the house. I waited inside for her trembling and
holding my dolly to my chest.
She came in and approached. "What were you doing out
there?"
"I was just playing," I said fearfully.
She slapped me across the face so hard that I fell
down. "Don't lie to me you worthless slut," she spat.
"You were playing with yourself and if I ever even
suspect that you've been doing it again I'll beat you
within and inch of your life."
"Please Mommy," I begged. "I won't do it again."
The steam seemed to go out of her as she turned away.
"Oh, what's the use. Your going to end up being a whore
just like Wendy."
Wendy was 22 and my older sister. Dad had kicked her
out of the house a couple of years ago saying that he
wouldn't live in the same house with a whore. The last
time I saw her was when we were on our way to McDonalds
late one night. She was standing on the street corner
wearing nothing but a pair of gold shorts and a black
bra. She was flagging down cars, but when she saw us
she turned her back and walked into a little all night
diner behind her. Now, at age 19, I have no idea what
ever happened to her. I heard that she had gone to New
York to continue her "career", but I don't know if its
true or not.
Dad's reaction to Roger's death was to pretend it had
never happened. He just went to work every day and came
home on the weekends and drank himself into a stupor. I
never heard him mention Roger's name after the day of
the funeral.
Tom began running with a bunch of the local hoods. Even
at 17 he stood six foot two with 175 pounds of solid
muscle. As strong and tough as he was, it was natural
that he became a leader of the bunch of scumbags that
he was running with. I didn't know it at the time, but
he was making a lot of money selling drugs just down
from the local grade school. Still, he was my brother
and I loved him very much.
About three months after Roger's death my father
announced at supper that he had lost his job. He said
that with unemployment and an occasional part time job
that we would make out just fine. My mother screamed at
him that he was a worthless bastard; Tom offered to
give him money; and me? I just sat there.
From that point on, things got really bad. The part-
time jobs never came because he never applied for them
and both he and my mom started drinking heavily. Tom
only came home long enough to eat, grab some clothes
and leave again. He quit attending school and the
truant officer was at our door almost daily.
The most scary thing was at night. I would lay in my
bed and listen to them fighting. They got really loud.
I would hear the smack of flesh on flesh as dad hit her
to "put her in her place". Then I would hear the squeak
of bedsprings and I would know that they had settled
there differences at least for the night. They were
almost as loud in their lovemaking as they were in
there fighting but eventually it would grow quiet and I
would drift off to sleep.
The night it happened, it was very hot. So hot in fact
that I left my window open as far as it would go and
all I was wearing was a very short thin nightie and a
thin pair of panties. It was one of those rare nights
when my parents weren't fighting. They were still
drunk, but at least they weren't fighting so I was able
to fall into a deep sleep around 11:00 in the evening.
I was having and erotic dream. Jason, a boy I knew at
school and thought was extremely cute was touching my
walnut sized breasts, flicking on the nipples with his
thumb. It felt good and I moaned. He suddenly pinched
really hard and I woke up with a start and was staring
into the face of my drunken brother, Tom.
I opened my mouth to tell him to get out, but his hand
came over my mouth stifling any noise I might make.
"Gonna make ya a woman tonight Sis," he mumbled
drunkenly. With his right hand, he tore my thin
nightgown right down the front. He leaned down and took
my left nipple into his mouth. It felt kind of good and
I stopped struggling a little.
He reached between my legs and began rubbing my little
slit through my sopping wet panties. I tried to keep my
legs together, but he was just too strong. Grabbing my
panties by the crotch, he tore them from my body. Then
he was forcing my legs and climbing between them.
He must have planned it well because his cock was
already out and hard as a rock. I felt him pushing at
me, trying to get it in my tiny virgin pussy. I was
struggling as hard as I could, but I knew that
eventually he would succeed. I was terrified.
I opened my mouth a little and felt one of his fingers
slip inside. I bit down as hard as I could. He pulled
his hand away and swore softly. With my mouth free, I
screamed as loud as I could.
"HELP, HELP, HELP!"
He quickly got his hand back over my mouth and
continued trying to push himself into me. Then he found
his mark and I felt the huge head begin to force itself
into me. Even with just the head pushed in slightly at
the opening of my pussy, I knew he was too big and I'd
never be able to take it.
It was at that point that my bedroom door slammed open
and the lights came on. I heard my father's voice.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING YOU ASSHOLE.
SHE'S YOUR SISTER FOR CHRIST SAKES."
I felt Tom's cock shrink down immediately without ever
having entered me. I was grateful and yet a little
disappointed at the same time.
I always thought that Tom was tough and my dad was
soft. Boy was I ever wrong. Dad literally beat the hell
out of Tom all the time screaming at him, "Its not time
yet you stupid shit." I wondered what he meant by that,
but it would be a long time before I understood.
Finally, Tom ran out of the house as fast as he could
with my dad chasing him the entire way. While he was
gone, my mother came in and sat on the edge of my bed.
She ran her hands gently though my hair as she hugged
me to herself crooning softly that everything would be
alright.
When my dad returned, he looked in at the two of us.
"Into the bedroom, Slut," he snapped at my mother. As
she scurried out, he looked down at me. I was lying on
my back, totally oblivious of my nakedness. He got a
strange look in his eyes as he looked at me. It made me
uncomfortable. "Not time yet," he mumbled softly. He
turned out the light and shut the door.
I had a hard time getting back to sleep and when I did,
the bedsprings in my parent's room were still
squeaking.
Chapter Two – Jenny
As I approached my twelfth birthday, things got a
little better. Dad got a job, sort of. I guess it was
day labor of some sort, at least that's what he called
it. Anyway, there was a little money coming in and mom
had straightened up her act enough to even cook a meal
once in a while.
Dad and Tom apparently settled there differences and he
moved back into the house. It was weird, where before
they had mostly cussed and swore at each other, it was
now like they were best buddies. I often heard them
whispering to each other, but they always clammed up
completely when I came near them. I often saw them
looking at me with this strange look in their eyes.
As for me, I was growing up although not as fast as I
wanted to. My breasts had grown to almost the size of
half a peach and I was beginning to grow a soft downy
hair in the "vee" between my legs. My best friend,
Jenny, and I had it all planned out. When we turned
sixteen we were going to run away from home...totally
away from this place. We would both find jobs and get
an apartment in a nicer neighborhood where we could be
away from the beatings and bad remarks. It was a grand
plan that would never happen.
I'll never for get that day. Mom and Dad were in their
room and Tom was crashed out on the couch. The house
was quiet and it seemed like I was the only one awake
and so it was that I was the one that answered the
door. My mouth dropped open when I saw Jenny standing
there. She was wearing nothing but a slip that barely
covered her. She was shaking all over and tears were
streaming down her face. There was blood running down
her left leg. I wondered if she had cut herself
somehow.
"Help me, Linda," she sobbed.
I stepped back so she could come into the house. I
closed the door behind her and she collapsed into my
arms. She was crying so loudly that I was afraid she
would wake Tom. I led/half carried her up to my room.
We went inside and I closed the door. She was sitting
on the bed, her elbows were on her knees and both hands
covered her face. She kept saying over and over, "Oh
God...no...no...no".
I sat down on the bed beside her and put my arm around
her shoulder. I didn't know what else to do. When she
finally calmed down a little, I gave her a squeeze and
asked, "What happened?"
She started to sob again and tearfully told me her
story. "I was down at the park playing on the swings
when Chuck and Chico came by. Chuck said he had lost
his dog and asked me to help them look. I didn't even
know he had a dog so I asked what kind it was. He said
it was just a little mutt about the size of a toy
poodle named fluffy."
She started crying uncontrollably again. She didn't
seem to be able to get it out of here system. Finally,
though, she calmed down a little.
"Go on," I urged her gently and she resumed her story.
She continued, "Chuck went off in one direction and
Chico and I went in the other. We hadn't been search
long until Chico said, 'I think I see her in those
bushes'. He got down on one knee and called 'Here
Fluffy, come on girl'. The was a rustle in the bushes,
but the dog didn't appear. 'I bet she's got her collar
caught on a branch or something,' Chico said.
She took a deep breath. "The thicket of bushes was
pretty thick, but there was one small path leading
toward the center of it. Chico started to go down the
path, but he hadn't gone two steps when his shirt
caught on some branches. He cursed, pulled free and
backed out. He looked at me, then looked at the path.
'You're a lot smaller than I am. I bet you could get
through there without a problem. Do you think you could
give it a try.' I wasn't wild about the idea, but then
I thought about that poor little dog and told him I
would do it."
"I started down the path and he was right, the briars
didn't reach close enough to make me get caught on
them. Actually, I wondered how he had managed to get
caught on them, the briars just weren't that close. I
was just about in the middle of the thicket, looking
around near the ground for that little dog when I was
grabbed from behind. There was one around my right arm
and waist and one hand over my mouth.
Whoever it was lifted me in the air. I was struggling
as hard as I could, kicking out with my legs and trying
to scratch him with my left hand. 'Chico, get down here
and help me with this hellcat,' my assailant yelled. I
recognized Chuck's voice and knew that he was the one
who had grabbed me."
She began to sob uncontrollably again. When she calmed
down a little, I said "You don't have to do this. I can
figure out what happened."
She got a determined look on her face. "No, I want to
do it. I need to tell someone and you're the only real
friend I've got."
"Okay," I replied numbly, "but just take your time and
don't push yourself."
"Anyway, Chico came down the path, without getting
caught once on the briars, the lying bastard. When he
got there, he grabbed my legs, but not before I was
able to kick him a good one right in the chest. It
didn't even seem to phase him. He just grabbed my legs
and held them together with his left hand. God was he
ever strong."
"He reached into his hip pocket and pulled out his
dirty old hanky. He nodded to Chuck and the hand
disappeared from my mouth. When I opened it to scream,
he rammed that dirty old rag right into my mouth. He
pulled the string belt loose from my dress and tied the
gag in place. God it tasted terrible. It had snot on it
and who knows what else?"
"Chico cut the extra length from my belt and they threw
me, face down, on the ground. Using my own belt the
tied my hands behind my back. Chuck threw me over his
shoulder like a sack of flour and they started to run."
"We ended up right about in the middle of the area that
is closed to the public since it hasn't been cleaned up
yet. They threw me down on the ground and Chuck grabbed
the front of my dress, pulled me up and looked straight
into my eyes. 'Listen, Cunt,' he snarled. 'Cooperate
and you just might get out of here alive. Fight us and
we'll kill you after we're through.'"
She started shaking all over again. Her eyes were wide
and had a wild look in them as she relived the horror
that had overtaken her very soul. She began sobbing
uncontrollably. I didn't know what to do. After all I
was only eleven, so I just sat there numbly as she
sobbed against my shoulder. Finally, she regained
control of herself and continued her story.
"They untied my hands and stood back away from me. They
looked huge and I've never been so scared in my life.
'Take off your clothes,' Chuck snarled and Chico
giggled. I looked at them dumbly. 'Take them off or
we'll tear them off,' Chuck almost yelled."
"I didn't want that to happen so I started to unbutton
the front of my dress. I reached the second button and
just couldn't go on. 'I just can't,' I mumbled between
my tears. They were on me like wild cats. Chico grabbed
the front of my dress from the top and Chuck grabbed it
from the back. They pulled until the fabric gave way
and the dress was torn from my body. 'WAIT,' I yelled.
'I'll do it."
"They stood back and I quickly grabbed the bottom of my
slip and raised it over my head and off. I dropped it
numbly to the ground. I was immediately sorry that I
hadn't worn my training bra that day and I crossed my
hands over my naked titties."
"'Put your hands down', Chuck snarled. I obediently
lowered my hands and stood before them naked except for
my tiny panties. 'Okay cunt, now the panties,' Chuck
said with an evil grin. That was when I made my break.
I put my hands at the waist band like I was going to
take them off, then I turned and ran toward the woods
for all I was worth. I must have startled them because
I had gone about ten steps before Chico caught me and
brought me back kicking and screaming."
"Back in the clearing he threw me down...hard. It
knocked the wind out of me. 'You fucking bitch,' Chico
snarled. He turned me over and tore at my panties
ripping them to shreds. I could see Chuck taking off
his clothes through Chico's arms as he attacked my poor
titties with his hands. I felt like he was going to rip
them right off. He leaned forward and bit the right one
and I was sure he had ruined me. I could feel blood
running down my chest as he chewed on the nipple like
candy. I know he would have bit it right off if it
hadn't been for Chuck."
"'That's enough, Chico,' Chuck yelled. Chico leaned
back away from my tit. I looked up in horror as Chuck
approached. He was totally naked and his... his... his
cock was jutting out in front of him. It was huge.
'Hold her arms, Chico, its time we made this bitch a
woman,' he snarled. I really started to struggle then,
but it was no use, they were just too strong."
"He got between my legs and pushed himself inside my
body. I felt something tearing inside of me and I knew
that he had ruined me. I screamed and screamed through
that damned gag."
She began to cry again uncontrollably. "Oh God, Linda,
it hurt so bad. It still hurts. I must have blacked out
because I don't remember him finishing. The next thing
I remember is waking up to an even bigger pain. I was
on my stomach and Chico was ramming himself in and out
of my...my...butt hole. I couldn't even cry anymore,
there were no tears left. Eventually I felt him stiffen
and I knew he was shooting his spunk up inside my
bowels."
"He climbed off of me and I curled up into a little
ball. I sensed, rather than heard the rustle of clothes
as they redressed. 'We're going to have to kill her,' I
heard Chico say. 'She'll tell someone about this for
sure.'"
"I heard a crashing sound coming through the woods.
'Someone's coming' I heard Chuck whisper. 'Let's get
out of here.' Then there was nothing but blackness."
She calmed down a little and even had a little smile on
her face. "The next thing I remember is a wetness being
dragged over my face. I opened my eyes to find that I
was being licked by a little dog. A DOG! There really
WAS a dog. And those big, brave men ran away from it."
She started to chuckle and then burst into another fit
of crying. I held her until you calmed down a little.
"We're going to have to tell the police," I said.
"Oh, I just couldn't, it would be too embarrassing. If
it's okay with you, I'll just stay here for a while
until my parents get back and then I'll go home."
"If you don't tell the police, they'll just do it to
someone else," I argued. "Do you want to be responsible
for that?"
She seemed to draw on some inner strength. "I guess
you're right," she said, here voice a little firmer
than it had been.
It was then that my bedroom door opened.
Chapter Three – Jenny's Fate
I looked up. Both Tom and my father were standing in
the doorway. That was bad enough, but the thing that
shocked me the most was that they were both naked. I
mean bare-assed naked and both with huge erections.
"I'm afraid we can't let you do that," Tom said calmly.
"Chuck and Chico are friends of mine." He looked at
Jenny. "I just talked with them and they tell me you're
one hell of a good lay."
I stood up between them, blocking Jenny's body with my
own. "You leave her alone," I said firmly.
"Get out of the way or we'll do you after we take care
of her," Tom snarled.
I was scared to death but Jenny was my friend. "NO," I
literally screamed at him.
He hit me in the stomach – hard. Then he picked me up
and literally threw me against the wall on the opposite
side of the room. I slide down the wall and lay there
on the floor – stunned.
He approached Jenny, his erection sticking out
obscenely in front of him. She was scooting away from
him on the bed. "Oh no, don't, please don't," she
begged piteously.
"Just relax, Jenny," he said not unkindly. "We're just
training you to be the whore you're going to grow up to
be."
I got to my feet, ran and jumped on him. It was like
running into a brick wall. He ignored Jenny for a
moment as he picked me up and threw me against the wall
again. "NOW STAY THERE," he growled. I slide down the
wall again to the floor and I knew then that there was
no way I would be able to stop this.
He grabbed Jenny by the legs and pulled her to the
center of the bed. He spread her little eleven year old
legs, centered himself against her and rammed all the
way into her helpless pussy. He didn't even give her a
chance to adapt. He just began right away fucking her
furiously. Her screams were unbelievable. She just
screamed and screamed and screamed. He must have been
hurting her terribly.
My father came up to her and began rubbing his hard
cock against her mouth. She instantly closed her mouth
trying to keep him out. He grabbed her right nipple and
squeezed hard pulling it up away from her body. At the
same time he held her nose closed to force her to
breath through her mouth. When her mouth opened, he
rammed into it all the way to the base. I could see her
throat bulging out as he forced his way down it,
ignoring any gag reflex she may have had.
I heard a soft moaning from the side of the room. I
looked over at the door way to find my mother standing
there, her skirt pulled up, panties down fingering
herself for all she was worth. The bitch was getting
off on watching my friend get hurt.
I was just to overwhelmed by everything that was
happening and I went into a faint. When I came back
around, the room was quiet except for my parents and
Tom talking quietly in another corner of the room.
I looked over at the bed. Jenny was lying there curled
up in a little ball. I wondered for a moment if she was
dead but then I saw her chest rising and falling
slightly as she breathed. I crawled to the bed and
pulled myself up on my knees beside it. I reached out
and shook her by the arm. She didn't move. "Jenny," I
said softly. She still didn't move. I looked at her
eyes. They were completely vacant, it was like she had
gone off into a world of her own and wasn't even there.
My parents locked me in their room that night. I heard
our old car starting very late in the night. I looked
out the window and watched as they carried Jenny's
unmoving body to the car where they dumped it in the
back seat.
After they drove off, I wondered if they had killed
her. It was bad enough that my relatives were rapists
but I surely didn't want them to be murderers as well.
I thought that maybe I should go to the police as soon
as a got the chance, but then I decided that I really
didn't want to end up in a foster home.
I later learned that they had dropped her off in front
of her home and that she had ended up in an insane
asylum. I went there one time when I was a little
older, but she didn't even recognize me.
Chapter Four – A Gift for My Twelfth Birthday
After the incident with Jenny, things got extremely
quiet around the house. Tom started coming home every
night for dinner and was almost never drunk although I
knew that he was still drinking because I could smell
it on his breath. Mom, too, dropped way back on the
amount she had been drinking. She was actually cooking
meals for everyone and the house, while not sparkling
clean, was still far cleaner than I had ever seen it.
Dad was the biggest change of all. I think he had quit
drinking completely. If he was, it wasn't very much
because I could never smell it on his breath. He went
to work every day and came home at the same time every
night. The biggest thing was his relationship with Mom.
Before he used to cuss at her, calling her things like
whore and bitch, now he was calling here things like
honey and sweetheart. More than that he was all the
time cuddling and kissing with her. Actually, it was a
little sickening.
Still and all, it was a quiet life even though I could
still hear the springs squeaking almost every night. I
figured it was all because they felt guilty over what
they had done to Jenny. I still missed her terribly,
but the quiet life we had adopted around the house was
pleasant and eventually the pain started to ease a lot.
The Friday that I turned twelve started out great. Mom
was baking me a cake and I got to lick the bowl. Tom
was hanging around teasing me and not actually leaving
the house at all except to run to the store when Mom
needed more eggs.
When Dad came home it was early, around three in the
afternoon. That was unusual because he didn't normally
come in until around five. I was watching a cartoon
sitting on the couch beside Tom when he got there. When
I saw him I got up and ran to him, jumping in his arms.
"Daddy," I said excitedly, "you're home early."
"Well," he said in that deep masculine voice of his, "I
wanted to be home for my big girl's birthday. Besides,"
he continued, "I had to leave early to pick up your
present."
"Present," I squealed excitedly hugging him even
tighter. I couldn't remember the last time I had gotten
a present for my birthday. Even for Christmas I usually
only got some underwear or something.
With my arms around his neck and my legs wrapped around
his body, he was holding me up by my buttocks. He began
squeezing them roughly with his huge hands, but I was
so excited by the idea of a present that I barely
noticed. "Where is it," I asked.
"Where is what," he asked innocently, squeezing again.
This time it actually hurt a little and registered in
my subconscious.
"The present," I said petulantly. I lowered my legs
indicating I wanted down. He bent his head forward
lowering me so my feet would touch the floor. As I slid
down the front of his body, I could feel his hard
member pressing against my body, even through my dress
and his rough jeans. Finally he let go of my ass and I
stepped back looking at him little suspiciously. "Just
where is it," I asked.
He grinned broadly. "Come with me and I'll show you."
He held out his hand. I took it and he led me out onto
the front porch with my mother and Tom trailing behind.
When we got there, my mouth dropped open. There it was
– my very own bicycle.
I took the three steps off the porch in one leap. I
took the handle bars in my hands. It wasn't a new bike
by any means, but somebody had painted it a bright red
and there was even a bell by the right handgrip. I
looked at my parents and smiled. "Thanks," I said
appreciatively. They just nodded. Wow, this was really
cool.
"Is it okay if I go show Jen..," I began and then I
remembered that Jenny wasn't around anymore. "Can I
take it for a ride," I asked weakly.
My father grinned. "Sure, just be back in time to eat
at four thirty." I put the kickstand up and was ready
to roll...I thought. I put my foot on the right pedal
and pushed, raising my left leg at the same time –
nothing happened and I almost fell down before finally
righting the bike. I looked at my parents in disbelief.
My father was grinning broadly. Tom was laughing out
loud and even my mother was giggling a little. "It
might help if you unlocked it first," my father said
holding out the key. I then received a lecture that I
was never to leave the bike unlocked when I wasn't
using it. I knew that they were right because I would
be the only kid in the neighborhood with a bike as good
as the one they had given me.
While I was riding through the park I saw Chuck and
Chico. I didn't speak and neither did they. I vowed
then and there that someday I would get them for what
they did to Jenny. God did I ever miss her.
Dinner was a grand affair. My mother had fixed chicken
and dumpling which was my favorite meal. After we had
eaten, she brought out the cake. She had really gone
all out on it. It was a chocolate cake with white icing
and it said happy birthday, Linda across the top in red
lettering. There were twelve candles lined around the
outside.
They lit the candles and everybody sang Happy Birthday.
Then I made a wish and blew out the candles. It took me
two breaths to do it though so I guess I didn't get my
wish.
Afterward, we all had cake and, another surprise, ice
cream. As the guest of honor I got to sit in dad's big
easy chair while I was eating it. Dad and Tom sat on
the couch and my mother sat in her own chair. When we
were finished, Mom took the dishes, sat them in the
sink and came back into the living room and sat down.
While she was doing that, Tom got up and pulled down
the shades while Dad locked the doors.
When everybody was seated the room got very quiet. I
wasn't sure what was happening so I just sat still,
squirming a little. Finally, Daddy looked over at me.
"Have you had a good birthday so far?" he asked.
"Oh yes," I bubbled. "It's the best birthday I've ever
had." I looked over at my new bike sitting on the other
side of the room. "I never dreamed I'd really have my
own bike."
"Well, we're glad you've enjoyed it so far," daddy
said. "And now its time for the birthday spanking." I'm
sure my eyes went wide. "You're almost a grown up girl
now and to celebrate your 'coming of age' we want you
to show us just how grown up you are. If you take your
spanking without crying that will be the end of your
birthday. If you cry, you will have to be punished. Do
you understand?"
I just sat there trembling. "Do you understand?" This
time it was a little louder. I nodded numbly. "You will
receive 12 swats from each of us, one for each year
you've been alive, beginning with your mother, then
Tom, and, finally, me. Now go and lay across your
mother's lap."
I just sat there. "Please, Daddy, don't make me do
this," I begged. Tears were running down my face. I had
been so happy about my birthday, but now I was just
scared.
"Do it NOW," he rumbled. "If I have to get up and come
over there, you're really going to get it."
Timidly I climbed from the chair and approached my
mother. I looked at her face. I had never seen her look
so stern before and I saw something I didn't recognize
in her eyes which I now know was lust.
She laid me across her lap and held me down with her
left hand. I turned my head to look up at her. Her
right arm was in the air. I watched in horror as the
hand came down hard across my ass. WHAP "One," she
counted. WHAP "Two"
It continued on until it she reached twelve. It hurt
like mad even through the material of my thin dress and
panties. It wasn't unbearable, however, and I just laid
there and took it, gritting my teeth to keep from
crying. I didn't know what kind of punishment they had
in mind if I cried, but I was sure it would be much
worse than the spanking.
I got off of her lap and just stood there rubbing my
sore bum. "Now go over to your brother," my mother
said. I didn't want to go, but I didn't know what else
to do. I started to slowly shuffle toward Tom.
As I approached he sat up straight on the couch and put
his knees together. I knew what he wanted so I
obediently bent over his knees. I just wanted to get it
over with. He pulled up the back of my skirt so that
the only thing covering my defenseless ass was my
panties.
When the first swat hit I yelped. I couldn't help it.
He was hitting at least twice as hard as mom had. Then
I gritted my teeth and, somehow, took the last eleven
without crying. I groaned a lot, but that was it. When
he hit the last stroke, however, I was off his lap in a
flash jumping up and down holding my ass. "OH! OH! OH!
OW! OW! OW! It hurts so baaaadddd."
Tom was grinning broadly. My daddy laughed out loud, "I
can't believe you still haven't cried. I'll bet your
little ass is bright red even through your black skin."
Tom started to chuckle. "Why don't we have her show
us?"
"An excellent idea," my daddy answered. "Linda, take
off your panties and raise your dress so we can see if
your ass is really red."
"Oh, Daddy, I couldn't. PLEASE don't make me."
My mother interrupted. "Do as your father told you,
Linda. And do it NOW!"
I turned and looked at my mother and stood there
staring in disbelief. I couldn't believe my eyes. She
had her skirt hiked up around her waist and her hand
inside her panties, rubbing furiously. I knew then that
I was in serious trouble. My mother was a total slut
and my father and brother...I remembered Jenny...my
father and brother were rapists. What chance did I
have?
They had been nice at the start of today just to gain
my trust. I wondered if they were wicked enough that
they wanted to make me happy so that my humiliation
would be that much greater.
Steeling myself, because I knew the rest of the night
was going to be rough, I reached up under my skirt,
grabbed the waist of my panties, pulled them down and
let them drop at my feet. My mother started rubbing
even more furiously. Her eyes rolled back in her head
and she shock all over as a powerful orgasm overtook
her.
I was shook from my thoughts by my father's voice. "Now
raise the skirt, Linda. Tom and I want to see if your
ass is red." Resigned, I reached down and grabbed the
hem of my skirt. I raised it quickly fearing that if I
went slowly I would lose my nerve.
My mother's eyes were back. She was staring intently at
my hairless pussy and frigging herself hard once again.
Apparently she became impatient because she paused just
long enough to push her own panties down and off. Then
she went back to fingering herself. She inserted one
finger and looked directly at me. "Do you like what you
see?" she asked.
I closed my eyes as tight as I could and shook my head.
I felt hands squeezing the buns of my sore ass. "Not
yet, Tom," my father said. "She hasn't cried yet and
I'll be damned if I don't think she might make it."
Then to me, "Get your black ass across my knee's girl."
I had been so appalled by the sluttishness of my mother
that I had forgotten I still had twelve more swats to
take. From my father's words I thought I might be able
to get out of this yet.
I dropped my skirt back down and walked to him to get
across his knees. He stopped me before I got there,
however. "Wait a minute girl," he growled. "Before you
get in position, lose the skirt."
"Daddy, please no..."
"Don't give me any back talk, girl. You don't have
anything we haven't seen before."
Reluctantly, I dropped my skirt, letting it lie in a
heap around my feet. I was now naked except for my tiny
tee shirt. I laid across his lap, determined that I
wasn't going to cry no matter what.
I expected him to begin my beating, for that was what
it truly was, right away. But instead he began to
gently massage my butt cheeks. It eased the pain of the
former spankings somewhat and then, as he continued for
a very long time I began to relax. I even got a little
excited as I could feel the wetness between my legs but
that may have been caused by his hard member that I
could feel pushing against the side of my body.
Just when I thought that maybe he wasn't going to
really spank me, he started – really hard. It startled
me so much that I started to cry – I just couldn't help
it. Tears were streaming down my face and I was
screaming at the top of my voice. When he hit six
strokes he stopped for a second. He reached between my
legs and stroked my pussy lightly. I began to calm down
and get a little excited when he started again and
again I was crying as hard as I could as the last six
strokes rained down upon my helpless body.
When he finally let me up, I immediately ran up the
stairs to my room. I threw myself across the bed and
began crying uncontrollably. I was shaking all over.
Why? Oh why were they so mean to me?
I hadn't been there fifteen minutes when I heard my
door open and my mother's voice. "Linda, come back
downstairs, we want to talk to you." I got up and
reached for a robe when she interrupted me. "You won't
need that." I ignored her and put on the robe anyway.
Back downstairs, I carefully sat down in the easy chair
my father usually occupied. I say carefully because my
ass was still very sore. Once my mother was back and
seated, my father began:
"Linda, as you know you failed the big girl test by
crying during your spanking. However, you are now at
the age where you should indeed be a big girl. So what
we're going to do is teach you how to be a big girl and
part of that is knowing how to please a man."
I started to cry again, remembering what had happened
to Jenny and now it was going to happen to me. My
father continued, "Part of knowing how to please a man
is knowing the proper way to suck his cock." I started
crying even harder. "Your mother is one of the best
cocksuckers I've ever met so she will demonstrate on me
and then you can try it on Tom." He looked at my
mother. "Come over and start the demonstration, dear."
She got up and stood in front of him. She slowly began
unbuttoning the buttons on the front of her dress. She
looked at me and smiled. "Whenever possible, you should
be totally naked when you're sucking off a man. The
sight of your naked body will excite him even further."
She continued removing her clothes until she stood
naked before him. She fell to her knees in front of him
reaching for his belt at the same time. She then
unbuckled and unbuttoned him. Pulling his zipper down
she reached for both sides of his jeans and pulled both
the jeans and his boxer shorts down and off at the same
time. She turned toward me, "I was able to do that
because he wasn't wearing shoes. If you are preparing
to go down on a man with shoes, always remove them
first."
I was barely able to hear her. My eyes were fixed in
amazement at my fathers erect cock. It was huge. It
must have been at least nine inches long and an inch
and a half across. I had been too upset to notice when
they were raping Jenny. My mother's voice finally
penetrated my consciousness. "Yes, he does have a nice
big cock, doesn't he my dear." I nodded dumbly. "Now
listen to me because this is the most important part.
Look at me. Always wrap your lips around your teeth so
you won't accidentally scrape his member. Like this."
She showed me her mouth. Her lips were wrapped around
her teeth so that her mouth looked like a big toothless
hole. "Now you try it."
I was beginning to get a little excited. I could feel
the wetness of my juices flowing out from between my
legs. Involuntarily, my hands went to my pussy and I
started rubbing furiously against my clit. I could
hardly believe that I was playing with myself in front
of my parents and brother, but I just couldn't help it.
"Linda," my mother said crossly. "Pay attention." She
sounded just like my teacher at school.
I removed my hand from my pussy like it was a hot
stove. I was so embarrassed. Obediently, I covered my
teeth with my lips like she had shown me. "Now," my
mother continued, "you may want to lick around it a
little before you deep throat it." She leaned forward
and ran her tongue up the whole length of my father's
cock. He moaned softly.
She pulled back and looked at me again. "To deep throat
him, you will need to overcome your gag reflex. To do
this, when you begin to gag, swallow as hard as you can
and push forward. That way he will slip right into your
throat."
She leaned forward and took dad's cock into her mouth.
She bobbed up and down a couple of times and then, as I
watched in disbelief, his entire length disappeared
into her mouth and down her throat.
She pulled off of him and looked at me. "Now you get
over here to Tom and show us what you've learned."
I climbed from the chair and walked woodenly to stand
in front of my widely grinning brother. I sank to my
knees in front of him and reached for his belt. My
mother interrupted, "You're forgetting something,
Linda."
I thought for a minute and then I remembered. I stood
up before my brother and turned around. I untied my
robe and lowered it slowly down my back. I looked over
my shoulder at Tom and smiled as my bare ass came into
view. I let the robe drop to the floor and turned
around exposing my hairless pussy to his excited gaze.
His mouth was open in disbelief. He didn't think I was
going to like what was happening. He was wrong, at
least I hoped he was wrong. I had decided that since I
couldn't prevent this thing I may as well try to enjoy
it.
I raised my tee shirt until just the bottom part of my
breasts were exposed, then I quickly jerked if over my
head and dropped it to the floor. I put my hands to my
sides. I was completely naked in front of my parents
and brother. I was going to suck my brother's cock and
I was embarrassed, a little afraid, and very excited. I
could feel my juices gathering between my legs.
I fell to my knees in front of him, quickly stripped of
his shoes and almost as quickly had his pants and
jockey shorts off of him so that he was naked from the
waist down. His cock was even a little bigger than
dad's and I wasn't at all sure that I would even be
able to get it in my mouth.
I reached out hesitantly and took it in my small hand.
I could barely get my fingers around half of it. I
pumped up and down on it a few times and saw a clear
liquid appear at the opening at the top of it. I
wondered if this was the cum the girls at school talked
about. I leaned forward and stuck out my tongue to
taste it. I was surprised to find that it was almost
tasteless, but what taste there was I liked.
I licked up and down his shaft a couple of times. I
heard my mother in the background. "Take him into your
mouth now, dear. Remember to cover your teeth with your
lips." I opened my mouth as wide as I could, covered my
teeth with my lips and attempted to take his knob into
my mouth. It was all I could do, but I finally managed
to get it inside. I sucked on it like a lollipop.
I felt Tom's hands on the top of my head. It hit the
back of my mouth and I began to gag. I pushed as hard
as I could on him trying to get him off of me. It was
no longer erotic, it simply hurt. I felt my mother's
hands rubbing my back. "Swallow, Linda, swallow. You
can do it." I knew that she was absolutely crazy. If
that thing ever entered my throat it would kill me.
Nevertheless, I swallowed.
I felt the start of his cock entering my throat. I had
never felt anything so painful. It felt like a
telephone pole had been rammed down my throat. Tears
were running from my eyes as he continued to push
himself into my defenseless throat. He never stopped
until I felt the hairs of his crotch pressing against
my mouth and I knew he was all the way buried inside of
me.
I was feeling nothing but one long unbelievably painful
mouth fucking as he pulled out slightly and plunged
back in, pulled out and plunged. I was struggling the
whole time as he fucked my mouth unmercifully. "Holy
shit, Sis, you're the best mouth fuck I've ever had,"
he yelled. "Here it comes!" I felt him grow even bigger
in my helpless throat and I knew that he was spurting
his cum directly into my stomach. He pulled out until
just the head was in my mouth and continued spurting
gobs of his terrible tasting spunk.
I swallowed as fast as I could because I had no choice,
but even so some of it seeped out the sides of my
mouth. Finally, the spurts become less and less and
then they stopped completely. I felt him grow soft in
my mouth. He let go of my head and I pulled off. I
turned my head to the side and began retching all over
the floor beside me.
I watched in horror as the gobs of cum that had entered
my stomach came back up. The white cum was speckled
with streaks of red and I knew that somehow he had torn
my esophagus and I was throwing up blood along with his
cum. Finally the retching stopped and I curled up in a
ball with my throat hurting unbelievably bad. It hurt
too much for me to even cry. Then everything went
completely black.
When I came to, I was lying on the floor with my head
in my mother's lap. She was stroking my hair and cooing
to me softly. I never will understand my mother. At
times she can be the most caring loving mother in the
world. At other times she can be a total bitch and a
slut. This was one of her caring moments. "She's coming
around, Cal," she said to my father. "Don't you think
she's had enough for one night?"
"Now Ellie," he replied. "You know what we agreed to.
Besides, I've waited twelve years to get into that
little virgin twat of hers and that's long enough for
any man to wait."
My mother sighed. "I suppose you're right, Cal. Its
just that your so big and she's so little and Tom was
so rough on her."
"You know that's the way the men in our family are,
Ellie. We treat women like the total sluts they are and
if sometimes we're a little rough on them that's just
the way it is. I'll tell you what though, if you want
to help her out a little with that talented tongue of
yours I won't object." He chuckled, "Besides there's
nothing like a little mother-daughter lesbian sex to
get a man excited."
By this time I was totally awake. I looked up at my
mother with wide eyes. "What's lesbian sex?" I rasped.
My throat was so sore I could barely talk above a
whisper.
She looked down on me with total love in her eyes.
""That's when two women make love to each other, honey.
Daddy just said that I can get you all excited so it
won't hurt so bad when he pops your little cherry. Do
you want me to do that for you?"
I wasn't at all sure about that, but at least it would
put off the time when Tom and my dad raped me like they
did Jenny. The pain in my throat had died down a
little, but I still didn't think I could talk without
pain so I just nodded.
My mother had to help me to my feet. My body hurt all
over. I stood watching as Tom and my dad removed the
couch cushions and pulled out the hide-a-bed. I hadn't
even known it was that kind of couch.
My mother positioned me on my back in the middle of the
bed and told me to spread my legs. She positioned
herself between the "V" of my legs, leaned forward and
started licking around the outer lips of my pussy. That
felt kind of good and I started to squirm a little.
Then she licked between the lips all the way from my
hole to the top where she nibbled gently on my clit.
That felt unbelievably good and I forgot all about my
pain and began to moan. She alternated between licking
my clit and pushing her tongue into my hole. I went up
and up and up and then I had the biggest orgasm I had
ever had in my whole life. I shook all over as the
sensations of pleasure flooded over me.
My mother raised to her knees and looked down at me
smiling. I could see the juices from my cunt on her
lips. She stuck out her tongue to run it around the
lips to take in my juices to taste.
"Okay, that's enough," my father said eagerly. "It's my
turn."
My mother turned around on the bed and kneeled on my
arms. She reached forward and grabbed an ankle in each
hand. She pulled at my legs until I was bent almost
completely double. She spread her arms causing my legs
to spread until I was wide open and available to anyone
who wanted to use me. "Be brave, my darling," she
whispered quietly.
I watched in horror as my father climbed onto the bed.
He looked at me and said, "When I finish with this, you
will no longer be a little girl but a real woman." He
centered his cock on my virgin cunt and pushed just a
little. "Damn but you're tight," he said. "Getting
inside you is going to take some force."
"Please, Daddy," I begged piteously. "Don't do this to
me."
"I have to," he said. "We need the money." I wondered
what in the world he was talking about. I was going to
ask, but before I could he rammed forward with all his
might. I screamed as he tore away my cherry and buried
himself completely in my cunt.
"IIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!" I couldn't help myself. The pain
was unbelievable. It was as if he had stuck his whole
arm inside me instead of his cock even though I knew
his arm was bigger. He didn't give me a chance to
adjust, but started fucking me hard immediately. I
screamed and screamed. I was nothing but one total mass
of pain. "IIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
He kept plunging in and out, in and out. Faster and
faster. There was no pleasure in this act. There was
nothing but unbelievable pain. I couldn't stop
screaming. I tried to pull free, but my mother held my
legs tight. It seemed to go on forever, but finally I
felt him stiff above me and I knew he was filling me
with his seed. Oh God, I thought through the pain, What
if he makes me pregnant. My mother released my legs and
he collapsed on top of me.
I couldn't breath and I was afraid he was going to
smother me. At that moment I hurt so bad that death
would have been a welcome relief. Finally, however, he
rolled off of me. I curled myself up in to a tight
little ball, trying to make the pain as little as
possible. I could feel my blood, my virgin blood
flowing down the side of my right leg. I wonder numbly
if I was going to bleed to death.
I felt strong arms lifting me up and carrying me up the
stairs. I was laid gently on my bed. "Try to get some
sleep, Honey," I heard my mother say. "We'll talk in
the morning."
I heard the door close quietly and the lights in my
bedroom go out. I laid there in the dark wondering what
I had ever done to deserve this. And on my own twelfth
birthday no less. Finally, I drifted into a fitful
sleep.
Chapter Five – Whoring
The next morning my mother came into my room and sat on
the bed beside me. She was still naked, but for some
reason that didn't surprise me. "I need to talk with
you, Linda," she said quietly.
"Now that you're no longer a virgin in every way but
one, you're going to have to start earning your keep."
I looked at her quizzically.
She continued, "There are a lot of men out there,
particularly white men, who will pay a lot of money to
fuck a little black girl. In the beginning we will
bring the men here. Later, when you get a little bit
more experience, we will send you to the men. You'll
have to get yourself all prettied up because the first
man is coming at eight o'clock tonight."
" at... but," I stammered. "That would make me a whore.
Daddy kicked Wendy out for being a whore."
Her voice turned hard. "No, Daddy kicked Wendy out
because the little tramp was holding out on us. We were
hardly making any money at all off of her."
"No, Mommy, please," I begged piteously. "I don't want
to be a whore."
"You don't have a choice about it," she said harshly.
"The women in this family have been spreading their
legs for money for as long as anybody can remember."
"Even great grandma Jones?" I asked, hoping to disprove
what she had said.
She laughed. "Especially great grandma Jones. She used
to brag that if all the different cocks she'd had in
her were spread end to end they would go around the
world twice."
"Anyway, you get some rest because tonight's going to
be hard on you. You're going to lose your last
virginity to Jim McDonald."
"My last virginity?" I asked questioningly.
She laughed again. "Your sweet little asshole, girl.
Your sweet little asshole." With that she got up and
walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
After she left I lay there shaking. I had thought my
throat was small and my poor little pussy still hurt
from where my father had raped me last night. But my
asshole? That was smaller than any of my other
openings.
I reached back an put my little finger against it. I
pushed in just a little bit and even that hurt. I was
still extremely tired from my ordeal the previous night
and eventually I fell back into a fitful sleep.
The next thing I remember, is my mother calling me.
"Linda, its time to get up and get ready for your date
tonight."
I came instantly awake. "Date? Ha! That's a laugh. Rape
would be more like it," I said bitterly.
"Now, Linda, don't be that way," my mother replied.
Then motioning, "Come with me."
I was still naked, but that just didn't matter to me
anymore. I even wiggled my ass at Tom when we passed in
the hall as I obediently followed my mother.
She took me into the bathroom and closed the door. The
first thing I noticed was a rubber bag that looked like
it was filled with water or something. There was a long
hose with a clip and a wicked looking nozzle on the end
of it. I had seen it before, but I didn't have any idea
what it was for and previously the bag had been empty.
"First, I need to teach you how to douche," my mother
told me. She picked up the nozzle and handed it to me.
"Here, stick this up your pussy as far as it will go."
I looked closer at the nozzle. It was larger at one end
with holes in it then it tapered down so that it fit
into the hose. I wasn't anywhere near as big as daddy's
cock had been last night so I figured it probably
wouldn't hurt too much. So, to keep my mother from
getting mad, I just spread my legs and pushed it inside
myself.
She told me to sit on the toilet and then she opened
the nozzle. It felt kind of strange as the liquid
poured into my impaled cunt. Actually, it turned me on
a little.
While it was running into me and back out into the
toilet, my mother explained what was going on. "You'll
want to do this as quickly as possible after every time
you've been fucked in the cunt. The water has a
spermicidal in it to keep you from getting pregnant.
She showed me the powder that was mixed with the water.
If you haven't, you'll still want to do it after every
time you have sex to keep yourself smelling fresh for
your next customer."
When the bag was empty I figured we were done. I pulled
the nozzle out and started to walk away. "Where do you
think you are going young lady," my mother barked. "We
aren't finished yet." I turned back toward her. She was
already refilling the bag with warm water. "Lay on the
floor on your left side," she told me.
I obeyed, wondering what was going on now. I felt her
lifting my right butt cheek and then there was
something greasy pressing against my little rosebud
between them. I gasped as I felt the same nozzle she
had used for the douche being pushed deep into my ass.
It hurt a little, but not too bad.
"Now lay still," she said as she opened the clip and
the water flowed into my bowels. "Normally we wouldn't
use this nozzle, but I want you to be particularly
clean for Jim."
She repeated the procedure three times and by the time
she was through I figured I wouldn't have to shit for a
week. She then had me take a shower that was so hot
that I was sure it was going to burn me.
From there we went back to my bedroom and changed the
sheets. By this time it was seven in the evening. She
told me to lay down for a little while. I felt a whole
lot better from everything that had been done to me and
I fell asleep almost immediately.
I didn't get to sleep for long though because she was
back at seven thirty to "get me ready" for Jim. When
she was done I was tied face down on the bed. There
were three pillows piled up under my crotch which
pushed my little ass way up in the air. My hands were
tied to the two front bedposts and my feet were tied to
the two bottom posts. I was completely helpless.
Before she left, I looked at my mother, "Mommy, how
much am I getting for letting the man do this to me?" I
really didn't want to know, I was just trying to put
off the inevitable as long as possible.
She looked at me aghast. "You, my sweet daughter, are
getting a roof over your head, a few clothes and food
in your stomach. Your daddy and I are getting a
thousand dollars for your pretty little asshole." She
left then, slamming the door behind her.
I laid there shaking for what seemed like a long time
although in reality I'm sure it was only about fifteen
minutes. I could hear voices wafting up from
downstairs. They were making no attempt to keep their
voices down but it was still I had to listen closely to
hear what they were saying.
There was obviously a strange man down there because I
heard him say, "Do you still have that little quirt I
used on Wanda the last time I was here?"
I heard my father's reply. "Yes, but if you want to use
it, it's going to cost a lot more. Wanda was out of
commission for two weeks when you used that on her. I
lost a lot of money."
I could hear them continuing to haggle about price.
They were arguing about what it was going to cost to
hurt me. I couldn't believe it and started crying.
Finally, I heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs.
I heard the door to my room open and I knew it was
about to start. I was shaking all over.
Through tear-filled eyes I looked at the man who was
about to abuse me. He was fairly short, about five-
eight or so. He was dressed in a black suit with a
white shirt and black tie. He carried a short little
quirt. But thing think that impressed me most about him
was that he was old...I mean ancient. He wasn't
overweight, but apparently he had been because his skin
hung in folds around his neck and face. He grinned at
me and I saw that his teeth had been broken off in
several places. It was an evil grin. "Hello, slut," he
said softly.
"Hello," I sobbed. "Please, please don't hurt me."
"Oh, but I want to hurt you."
"Why do you want to do that?"
"Because I can," he said and brought the quirt down
hard against my naked defenseless ass. I screamed and
screamed. I knew that the evil thing had broken the
skin because I could feel the blood running down the
side of my butt.
While I was screaming, he was calmly undressing.
Finally, I calmed down a little. He climbed onto the
bed and stood straddling me. He brought the quirt down
hard between my splayed legs. The body of it spread my
defenseless ass cheeks ant the tip whipped around and
dug directly into my clit.
He laughed maniacally. He jumped between my legs,
centered himself on my ass hole and plunged into me.
The pain was unbelievable.
"OH GOD! PLEASE STOP! TAKE IT OUT OF ME, PLEEEZE!"
He ignored my pleas and began fucking me as hard as he
could. I felt like my entire insides were being ripped
out. My screams turned to guttural moans. It hurt so
bad that I couldn't even scream anymore. I just wanted
it to be over. I wanted to curl up into a little ball
and die.
Eventually, I felt him stiffen and I knew he was
shooting into my torn rectum. 'Thank God,' I thought.
'It's over.' I couldn't have been more wrong.
I felt myself being maneuvered around. I was too weak
to resist. When he was finished, I was bound spread-
eagled again, but this time on my back. The damned
pillows were under my butt this time pushing my pussy
up for his use.
I thought he was just going to fuck me, but he climbed
off the bed to stand beside it. He had the quirt. He
raised it high over his head and then he brought it
swishing down to land right on my exposed tits. I
screamed. Oh God how I screamed. I looked down to see
that both of my breasts were bleeding right below the
nipple.
His next blow cut a strip across both breasts right
above the nipple. "Damn it all," he cursed. "How could
my aim be so off?" He brought the quirt down again and
this time it landed right on the tips of my nipples
tearing them open. I screamed once and blacked out from
the pain.
When I came back around it was to increased pain. He
was standing straddling me again and whipping my cunt
with that damned quirt. He must have been doing it for
a while because I could feel my blood running down the
crack of my ass and puddling on the bed. I hadn't
thought I had it in me to scream anymore. I was wrong.
He must have been waiting for me to start screaming
again, because he immediately dropped the quirt. He
jumped between my legs and brutally rammed himself into
the bloody gash that was my cunt. It was too much. I
blacked out again.
When I began to revive a bit, the man was gone. I was
no longer bound and I could feel the coolness that new
sheets give off. There were bandages on my tits and
between my legs. My mother was wiping my forehead with
a cool washcloth.
I groaned slightly in pain. That prompted my mother to
begin crooning softly to me. "Oh my poor baby. Its
going to be okay. Mommy will make you feel better." Her
voice turned hard. "That bastard was even more brutal
with you than he was with Wanda. When your daddy saw
what he had done to you he beat the hell out of him,
took all the rest of the money that was in his wallet
and kicked him out in the street in nothing but his
jockey shorts."
Even through all my pain I had to grin at that. The
bastard deserved that and more.
It took me six weeks to fully recover from the incident
with Jim. Although mom and dad had me back whoring in
five weeks. Over the next seven months I probably had
more cocks in my cunt, mouth and asshole than the
average woman has in her lifetime. Then something
happened that would change my life for a long time.
Chapter Six – Sugar Daddy
When I turned thirteen mom and dad put me out working
the streets. They said they didn't want to make the
same mistake with me that they had with Wendy so they
told me I could keep everything I made over five
hundred dollars a night. Five hundred dollars a night?
Even at fifty dollars a throw which was what I figured
I could charge because of my age I would have to take
care of ten cocks before I would start to make anything
for myself. I wondered how sore my pussy would be if I
took on twenty in one night. I decided that would be my
goal. I had already decided that I wasn't going to be
their whore for any longer than I had to.
I remember my first night on the streets. It was the
first day of my summer vacation. My dad dropped me off
in the red light district just before dark. He had
rented a room for me at the sleazy motel about two
blocks away. I had strict instructions not to get in to
anybody's car until I got to know some of the
clientele. Clientele? Bastards would have been more
like it. Being a whore at home was one thing, but being
out here on the street like a common slut was another
thing entirely. I didn't like it one little bit.
Anyway, I just stood there in the background for a
while as the pros began plying their trade. I couldn't
believe the way they were dressed. One woman was
wearing nothing more than a bra and panties and
something very thin at that. Nothing was left to the
imagination. There seemed to be nobody in anything more
really short shorts and a halter top. It was funny, but
in a way I felt out of place in my short frumpy dress,
bobby socks and penny loafers. Underneath my dress I
was wearing a red bra and panties – my mother bought
them for me as she said they looked good against my
black skin and that would drive the "Johns" wild.
The whores would wave at passing cars and men would
pull up to the curb and talk for a few minutes.
Sometimes the woman would get into the car and it would
pull away. About a half an hour later the girl would be
back.
I had been standing there for about and hour trying to
work up my nerve to go a little bit forward and wave at
some cars when a black woman came up to me. She was
wearing red short shorts and a red bra. I thought about
what my mother had said about red looking sexy against
black skin. "What are you doing here, honey," she asked
kindly. "You're way too young to be out here like this.
These people will eat you alive."
I screwed up my courage. I had this almost
uncontrollable urge to cry, but I choked back the
tears. "I'm here for the same reason you are," I said
with more bravado than I actually felt.
She laughed. "You? You're not even wet behind the ears
yet."
I couldn't hold it any longer. I started to cry with my
mouth scrunched up and tears running down my face.
"It's not that I want to," I sobbed. "I don't have a
choice."
"Hey, kid," she said not unkindly. "Turn off the tears.
That's not going to do you any good at all."
I sniffled and wiped the tears away from my eyes. I
still felt like crying, but somehow I held it back.
"Look," she said. "It's early and business won't really
pick up for a while. Why don't we go down to Barney's
and get a cup of coffee and we can talk about this for
a while."
"Barney's?"
"It's a little hole-in-the-wall just down the street,
but they serve a good cup of coffee and their food
isn't too bad either if you're hungry."
I nodded numbly. "Okay," I said aloud.
When we entered there were two girls sitting in a booth
just inside the door eating diner. "Hi Laura," one of
them said through a mouthful of food. "Who's the kid?
Yours?"
"No, this is..." She looked at me.
"Linda," I said timidly.
"That's just like you, Laura," said the other girl
wiping her mouth with a napkin. "Taking in all the
little urchins that show up around here."
I was beginning to get my spunk back. I had a new
friend in Laura or at least I thought she might be a
friend and I wasn't going to put up with her being
insulted. "I am NOT an urchin" I said angrily. I wasn't
really sure what an urchin was, but it didn't sound
like anything good.
"Come on Linda," said Laura. "Let's sit down."
She led me to a booth in the far back corner of the
restaurant. A really fat, bald man, who I assumed was
Barney, came over to take our order. Laura had a coffee
and I got a hot chocolate since I really didn't like
coffee.
Once our filled cups were in front of us, she looked me
straight in the eye. "Okay," she said, "What did you
mean that you don't have a choice?"
I stared at my folded hands on the table. "I just
don't," I mumbled.
"And the reason you don't is?"
She was being persistent and I was getting irritated.
"Because my daddy dropped me of and told me I had to,"
I snapped. "Now are you satisfied?"
"You poor thing. There must be something we can do."
She paused for a moment and seemed to be thinking.
"I'll tell you what, I've got a friend, a client
actually, who's a cop. We can have him arrest your
daddy and put him in jail. That way you won't have to
do this."
I started to sob softly. I knew that she was just
trying to be nice, but she just didn't understand. "We
can't do that," I said through my tears. "They might
put me in a foster home and I couldn't stand that. Even
if they didn't, my brother would just take over and put
me right back out here and if he didn't my mother
would."
"Wow, your family sounds like a bunch of real
bastards." I could tell she was really mad. If her face
hadn't been so black, I'm sure it would have turned red
with anger.
"I guess you're right. But I should have expected it.
They did the same thing with my sister."
"You have a sister? What was her name?"
"Wendy," I answered.
She was quiet for a long time. Finally, she sighed.
"You probably aren't going to believe this, but I knew
your sister. As a matter of fact we were best friends
before she took off for New York with Rob."
I was excited. "You knew Wendy? Is she okay?"
"As far as I know. I got a letter from her about a
month ago. I guess Rob got a job in the stock exchange
and is making good money. They are still together and
planning on getting married in January. She asked about
you. Wanted to know if I had seen you on the streets
yet. I wrote back and told her I hadn't. Guess I owe
her another letter since I've met you."
"Wow, I'm really happy that she's doing okay." Suddenly
I remembered. "Oh God, I've got get back on the street.
Dad said if I didn't bring in at least four hundred
dollars tonight he was going to kill me. He might do it
too." I started to cry again. Why was life so unfair?
"There, there little one," Laura said. "Wendy asked me
take care of you if you showed up and I owe her that
much, she's been a really good friend. She helped me
out when I was flat broke and didn't have a cent. I've
got a lot of regular clients who will pay a lot to be
with somebody as young as you. What are you about
fourteen?"
"Thirteen," I told her.
When we left the restaurant it was totally dark and the
street was abuzz with cars stopping, girls leaving and
returning and so forth. Laura put me in a dark corner
and told me to wait and she would "see what she could
do."
As I watched it didn't appear like she was very good at
what she did. The other girls had left and been back
several times and still she just stood there with her
hands on her hips. After about 45 minutes a large white
Cadillac came rolling down the street.
She raised her hand and the car pulled up beside her.
She opened the door and I thought she was going to get
in. Instead she leaned forward and started talking to
the man. They talked for several minutes and then she
turned and motioned for me to come over.
My legs were shaking as I approached the car. I peeked
in at the man. He was older, probably in his fifties or
sixties. He was almost totally bald and wore a suit and
tie that seemed to be poured onto his body. He looked
extremely strong and more than just a little bit scary.
"Linda, honey," Laura said. "This is Sam. He's a really
nice man and he's willing to give you $700.00 to spend
the night with you. Would you like that?"
I was shaking now. "I guess," I replied weakly.
"It's okay, honey. Sam knows that you're new to this
and he'll be as gentle as possible with you. Isn't that
right, Sam?"
"Laura, you know that I'm not a violent man by nature
and I'll be extremely careful to open this little
flower as gently as possible. Well, what do you think,
Linda? If you'd like to spend some time with me, just
climb in."
Alarms went off in my head. Daddy had warned me not to
get into a car until I knew the guy, but this was
probably different. After all he knew Laura and she was
trying to help me. Finally, I just climbed into the big
captain's chair on the passenger side.
He reached across me and handed some folded bills to
Laura. "A little something for your time," he said. I
didn't know how much he had given her, but the top of
the first bill was $100.00.
"Thanks, Sam," she said. She closed the door and I felt
the car begin to move. My skirt had begun to ride up so
I pulled it down.
"You should have left it up," he said with a chuckle.
"I was enjoying the view." I wasn't going to let him
get the best of me so I pulled it up as far as I could
without raising in the seat. He glanced over at me.
"Oh, red panties. I really like that. Why don't you
take them off?"
I pushed my skirt down a little and folded my hands in
my lap.
"Oh come on, Linda. Don't be that way. Just take off
your panties and give them to me."
I don't know why I was being so stubborn. I mean I knew
this guy was going to fuck me and then he'd see me
completely naked. Somehow it was the idea of taking
them off in the car that bothered me. I sat my lips
tight and shook my head "no".
"Don't make me get mean, Linda. I promised Laura I'd be
gentle with you, but if you don't do like I tell you,
I'm going to have to get rough. Now take off the
panties." His voice was quiet, but still there was a
bite to it.
I folded my arms in under my breasts and leaned back in
the seat. I was being childish and I knew it, but for
once in my life I wanted to get my own way.
He sighed. "TAKE THE GOD DAMNED PANTIES OFF YOU FUCKIN'
NIGGER CUNT."
I was shocked. It wasn't that he had yelled at me, I
had been yelled at before. It was what he called me. Of
course I knew that the word existed, but I had never
had it directed toward me before and it scared me. It
was as if I had suddenly become a second class citizen,
I could associate with what the slaves must have felt
in the old south. Nevertheless, I quickly slid my
panties down and off and handed them to him.
He stuffed them in his pocket. His voice was calm
again. "That's much better. Please don't make me have
to yell again."
The car fell silent and I suddenly realized that we
were no longer in the city. I thought about my
situation. Here I was in a car with an old white man
with no panties and no idea of where we were going.
We drove in silence for a while and he began to talk.
"Look, Linda, I'm giving you a lot of money to spend
the night with you. I figure that gives me the right to
do almost anything I want. I really like women and
especially black women, but tonight I feel like being
insulting and, hopefully, humiliating you. So for
tonight you're nothing but a nigger slave and I am your
master. Do you understand?"
I'm really not sure why, but the idea excited me. "Yes
so Massa, I cerinly does unerstand. I ain't nothing but
yer nigger slave. An Isle dos ma better to make yo
appy."
"Very well nigger, I can see that we're going to get
along fabulously."
Once again I hadn't been paying attention to where we
were going and suddenly he turned off the road to go up
to what I recognized as a large white farmhouse set way
up off the road. He pulled into the front yard and
stopped.
He turned toward me. When I am here, I don't allow any
of my niggers to wear clothes so before we get out,
take off your dress and anything else you're wearing
and give them to me."
I was beginning to get in to this silly game he was
playing. I still wasn't comfortable with being called
nigger, but I knew that if this had really been the old
south and if I had really been a slave that's what I
would have been called so I didn't say anything about
it. Instead, I quickly pulled my dress over my head,
reached behind my back and undid my bra and handed them
both to him.
"The shoes and socks too, girly," he said firmly.
Reluctantly I leaned down and removed them.
He took all my clothes and locked them in the trunk.
Then he opened my door for me to get out. It really
felt strange standing there totally naked out in the
open. I shivered a little although I wasn't sure if it
was from the chill in the night air or from the
excitement I was beginning to feel between my legs. I
was beginning to view this a sort of an exciting
adventure.
He towered over me by a good foot. I wondered idly if
his cock was as big as the rest of him. I wasn't really
worried about it because I had taken some really big
ones in the past. I started to chuckle. What if he only
had a little four incher?
"What are you laughing about, wench?" he demanded.
I hung my head. "Nothing Massa," I mumbled.
"Well, come along, Slut," he said and started walking
toward the house. I obediently followed along behind.
There were rocks in the yard and with me in my bare
feet it really hurt.
He unlocked the door, opened it and walked in. I
followed obediently. He turned to me. "At the top of
the stairs at the far end of the hall is the bathroom.
Go to it and relieve yourself. In the medicine cabinet
you will find an enema bottle. Do you know how to use
it?"
"Yes Massa."
"Well get on with it then. When you finish, come back
down the hall to the last door on the left. That's my
bedroom. Go in and wait. You have twenty minutes so
don't doddle."
As I was preparing myself, I thought of how my mother
had taught me the things I needed to know now. Then I
thought of how strange this night had turned out. It
was probably the strangest first night on the street
that any whore had ever had.
When I entered his bedroom with a towel wrapped around
myself it was a complete surprise. It was not only
huge, but the contents were unreal. There was a huge
fireplace along one wall with a mounted moose head
hanging above it. There were two easy chairs in front
of it with my "master" sitting in one of them that
faced the door. He seemed to be totally engrossed in a
book he was reading. The other item in the room was the
biggest four-poster bed I had ever seen.
I stood there wondering what I was expected to do when
he finally looked up from his reading. "Lose the towel
he said softly and then come and kneel down beside me.
You should be on your knees with your hands in your
lap."
I looked around for someplace to put the towel and,
finding nothing, I simply let it drop to the floor. It
seemed like I was kneeling silently for hours although
I'm sure that it was only a few minutes. I took a quick
peek at the title of the book – "Lolita".
Finally, he stood up and stretched. "Time for bed.
Prepare me." I looked up at him with questioning eyes.
"Remove my clothes you dumb cunt."
I stood and unbuttoned his shirt and walked around
behind him to remove it. He whirled, grabbed my left
breast and squeezed hard. "What the fuck do you think
you are doing, slut?" He squeezed even harder and began
to twist it. The pain was getting bad enough that I
almost screamed.
Tears were running down my face. "Removing your shirt
Massa," I gasped.
"You stupid nigger. You have to unbutton the cuffs
first." He let go of my breast.
I unbuttoned the cuffs and then removed the shirt. My
tit was still burning like fire but I wasn't going to
let this honky know he had hurt me. The role of
southern slave had overtaken me completely. It was
almost like it was real.
I remembered my mother's instructions an knelt before
him to remove his shoes and socks. I unbuckled his belt
and unbutton the top button of his pants. I reached for
the zipper and was shocked to find only another button.
His entire fly was composed of about five buttons. I
finally succeeded in unbuttoning them all. I pulled
down his pants until they dropped at his feet. He
lifted first on foot and then the other so I could
remove them. That left only his boxer shorts. Taking a
deep breath, I grabbed them at either side and pulled
them down to his ankles.
When I looked up I gasped and my mouth dropped open.
Right in front of my face was the biggest cock I had
ever seen. It must have been at least ten inches and
two inches across – and it was soft!
He saw the look on my face and chuckled. "As long as
you're down there anyway, why don't you wrap your lips
around that little piece of man meat?"
I shook my head violently for side to side. There was
no way that would ever fit. "It's too big Massa. My
mouth is juss too little."
"Nonsense, you never know until you try." He grabbed
the back of my head and pulled me toward it. I opened
my mouth as wide as I could and I felt the huge head
pressing against my lips. He pressed harder and it felt
like my lips had torn open as the head finally popped
into my mouth.
I gagged around his cock. "MMMfffffgggg!"
I had had a lot of practice at deep-throating during
the time I was held hostage at home, but there was no
way in hell this monster was going to fit.
Nevertheless, I relaxed my throat as much as possible,
resolving to never go with this man again.
He pulled even harder and the damn thing started going
down my throat. I could feel my neck expanding as he
forced it further and further into me. I couldn't
breathe, not even through my nose. He started taking
short little strokes, maybe two inches in and out. I
still couldn't breathe and things started to go black.
I wondered if this was how I was going to die – with a
huge cock stuck obscenely down my throat.
Suddenly he pulled out and while I was gasping for air
he was spurting his cum all over my face. It got in my
eyes, on my nose, down my cheek and, his last spurt he
dropped right into my still gasping mouth and I took it
down into my lungs.
I started coughing and gagging, trying to get the nasty
stuff out of my burning lungs. I doubled up in a little
ball waiting for the terrible pain in my throat to
subside. I silently cursed Laura for giving me to this
monster. Finally, the burning eased up a little and my
breathing returned to normal.
I sat part way up supporting myself on my hands. I
looked around he was sitting in the chair playing
lazily with himself and grinning slightly.
"Feeling a little bit better now?" he asked softly. I
didn't trust myself to speak so I just nodded.
"That's really good because we still have two hours
left before we have to leave to take you back. And I'm
really looking forward to fucking that little nigger
cunt of yours."
His use of that word, that horrible word put my mind
right back into the roll of a southern slave. "Yes suh
Massa.. Whatever ya wants Massa."
He stood up. "Well, get over on that bed and get the
sheets warm. I don't want to put my clean white body on
cold sheets."
I obediently dragged my weary body to the bed. I pulled
back the covers and climbed in. He was right. The
sheets were extremely cold. I welcomed the cold as it
felt good...waking me up somewhat. I rolled over onto
my front and the cold almost completely eased the
aching I still had in my breast.
I felt the mattress sag and knew that he had climbed
on. I rolled over on my back and spread my legs
invitingly. "Isss here fo ya Massa. Use my slutty
nigger body any way that maks ya appy."
I knew that he had promised Laura he would be gentle
with me. He landed on top of me with his full weight,
his 6'2", 230 lb body crushed my little 5'4", 115 lb
body back into the mattress completely knocking the
breath out of me. He gave me almost no chance to
adjust. I felt his cock head pushing hard on my dry,
unwilling cunt lips.
He managed to get the massive head part way inside. I
felt more pain than I had ever felt before in my life.
"AHHHHHHHH ...OWWWWWWW ...BIG ...TOO BIGGGG ...T00
BIGGGGGGG! ITS STRETCHING ME ...IT HURTS ...IT HURTS
...ITS TOO BIGGGGGG!" I was sobbing in pain as I flet
his cock giving a twitch of excitement. "STOP ...STOP
...IT WON'T FIT ...ITS TOO BIGGGGG!"
He gave me no chance, just forcing his full 12 inches
inside my defenseless body. I screamed and screamed.
The pain was unbelievable.
"OH GOD! PLEASE ...STOP ...PLEASE STOP! PLEASE! OH GOD
...IT HURTSS ...IT HURTS SO BADDDDDDDD ...OWWWWWWW!"
Tears were streaming down my face as he ravaged me
brutally. Yet, slowly the pain faded and I could feel
my self building toward an incredible orgasm.
Oh, yes ...God ...oh, God ...yes ...yes ...I ...I'm
cuminggggggggggggggg ... I'm cummiiiiingggggg!"
I felt him stiffening inside of me and knew that he was
filling my body with his cum. That set me off again
"Oh, yes ...its so good...fill me up...fill me with
your wonderful man cream...fill me...fill me...soo
goooooooooooood."
I wrapped my little black legs around his big white
body and pulled him as deep into me as he could
possibly go. I felt him spurt one last time and then,
gasping, he collapsed on top of me. His weight was
crushing me and even that felt good.
Finally, he rolled off of me and pulled me into his
arms. "That was fantastic," he said softly. I just
nodded. He was right, it had been great.
For a long time we just laid there, enjoying the warmth
of each other's bodies and basking in the afterglow of
our fantastic orgasms. Finally, he broke the silence.
"Linda?" I opened my eyes and looked up at him. "How
would you feel about coming here to live with me?"
That woke me up. I sat up on my knees beside him. It
just seemed like the natural thing to do so I grabbed
his cock in my right hand. It was still soft, but
immediately began to rise as I fondled it. "I don't
know. I think I would probably like it, but my daddy
would never let that happen. He expects me to make
money for the family."
"Well, think about it. I can probably solve the problem
with your daddy if I talk to him. OOOH, damn that feels
good."
He was all the way hard by now so I straddled him,
centered him on my cunt and rode him to an unbelievable
orgasm for both of us.
On the way back in the car we were both quiet for a
while, each of us centered on our own thoughts.
Finally, I broke the silence "If you were really
serious about wanting me to come and live with you, I
think I would like that very much. We would have to be
careful about it though, because if daddy ever found
out where we are, he would probably kill you and me
both."
"Give me a few days to work things out and then I'll
send for you." He dropped me off in front of my house
and drove away. I wondered if he was being honest or if
it would be just another of the many disappointments I
had experienced in my young life.
My father was furious that I hadn't been waiting for
him at the motel when he came to pick me up. He calmed
down a lot though when I gave him six of the eight
hundred dollars "Massa" had given me. The other two
hundred were in my shoe and I would never tell him
about that.
Two weeks dragged by and I had heard nothing from
"Massa" (for I had come to think of him in that way). I
had learned a lot about whoring in that time. Laura had
been a big help, telling me things I could do to get a
man off and out of the room as fast as possible. Still,
I was barely making enough money to keep my dad off my
back. Worse, he and Tom were still fucking me on a
regular basis. My pussy was getting so sore it was even
hard to walk sometimes.
It was a Wednesday. I had the day off. My mother had
insisted that I needed some time to myself to keep from
burning out. My dad wasn't happy about it but had
finally relented. I went to the mall and just wandered
around for a while, I ate lunch at the food court (a
burger, fries and a milkshake) and finally went to a
movie. It was called "Jungle Fever" and was about a
white woman who hooked up with a black man. They
finally separated and he accused her of having had
nothing more than Jungle Fever.
When I finally walked into the house that afternoon
there was a strange white man in a suit sitting at the
kitchen table with my mom and dad. They were poring
over some papers that were laying on the table. I stood
silently watching wondering what in the world was going
on. Finally, my father picked up the pen that was lying
there and pushed it over to my mother who also signed
it.
The man picked up the papers and placed them in his
briefcase. He then withdrew a long piece of paper that
I recognized as a check and handed it to my father.
I cleared my throat and they all looked my way. For the
first time I really looked at the white man sitting
there. He was tall, blond and looked to be in his early
thirties. His eyes bore into me and shifted
uncomfortably from foot to foot. I knew he was
imagining what I would look like naked.
He was the first to speak. "And you must be Linda." He
stood up and approached me. He held out his hand. "I'm
really glad to meet you. My name's Richard but my
friends call me Dick." I extend my hand and he shook it
vigorously.
"I'm glad to meet you, sir," I mumbled meekly.
My mother stood up. I thought I saw a tear in the
corner of her eye. "Linda, honey, you're going to be
living with this nice man for a while. Why don't you
run upstairs and pack a suitcase."
I was shocked. How could they expect me to go live with
this man I had never even seen before? What was going
on? I wasn't a piece of property or a slave who could
be sold. Then I realized with a sinking feeling that
this was exactly what they had done. They had sold me
like they might sell a dog or a piece of furniture.
I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of knowing
how upset I was so I just headed up the stairs. I threw
everything I could think of into the suitcase since I
didn't know how long I would be gone. I hoped I would
never come back. A glowing hatred had burned itself
into my brain. How could my parents even think of
selling me? After all, I'm their own flesh and blood.
God how I hated them, but I knew I would never let them
know it. I went back downstairs.
My mother was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. I
didn't stand a chance. She threw her arms around me in
a big hug. "I can't believe it," she said. "My little
girl's got her very own sugar daddy." She actually
sounded proud that they had turned me into a complete
slut. Finally, she released me from her grip. "Now go
give your daddy a kiss goodbye."
I obediently sat down the suitcase and walked woodenly
to my father. He picked me up in his arms and attempted
to kiss me on the lips. I turned my head to the side so
that he would get only my cheek. When I did that is was
able to look down at the table. The check was still
laying there face up. My eyes went wide. Fifty thousand
dollars, they had sold me for fifty thousand dollars.
As we pulled away from the curb, I wondered what lay
ahead. The man named Dick who was driving wasn't hard
to look at, but I wondered if he was mean. Would he
beat me? Where, exactly were we going. He hadn't said a
word since we left and the silence was driving me
crazy.
Chapter Seven
"Massa" and Me
We drove out of the city and into the country. I
recognized that it was the same way we had gone on the
night I met Massa. Shortly after we left the city, Dick
pulled into a rest area. He picked a parking spot well
away from the major area that had picnic tables and a
restroom.
He put a sunscreen in the front window and turned to
me. "I want to see what it was that Sam was willing to
pay so much money for," he said. "Take off your
clothes."
"But people will see me," I objected.
"No they won't" he said. "The windows are tinted so
that people can't see in, but we can see out. If you
don't believe me, get out and look."
I opened the door and climbed out. Sure enough, he was
right. Even up close you couldn't see in. While I was
free, I thought about running, but where would I go?
So, reluctantly, I climbed back in.
Once back inside, I heard a click as he locked the
door. "Now," he said with a finality that left no room
for questioning. "Strip."
I lifted my hips and slid the tiny pink shorts down
around my hips and off. I slowly unbuttoned my white
blouse and shrugged it off. I was now sitting before
him in nothing but my panties and bra.
"Oh yes," he panted. "You are one very pretty little
black girl. Take off the rest."
I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but instead I
just reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I could
hear his intake of breath as I let it fall away from my
tiny black tits. It was a strange feeling. I had been
naked before a lot of men, but here in this car I was
strangely shy. I had the biggest urge to bring up my
arms to cover my breasts.
Instead, I reached down and slid my panties down and
off. He pressed a button and the back of my seat went
down to line up with the back seat. I was startled by
that but decided to just go with the flow.
He climbed over on top of me. His pants were gone and I
wondered when he had removed them. He didn't even try
to warm me up. He just centered himself on my opening
and plunged in.
I was dry, but it didn't really hurt and then I knew
why. I almost laughed in his face, but somehow managed
to keep it in. He couldn't have been more than three
inches long and maybe a half an inch thick. I could
barely feel him inside me.
Nevertheless, he huffed and puffed and rooted around
inside me and eventually squirted his little load. I
knew it couldn't have been more than half a thimble
full because none of it even managed to flow back out
even though it was barely inside me.
When he finished, he pulled off of me, moved to the
other side of the car and started dressing. "Bet that
was the best you've ever had," he said puffing out his
chest. God was he ever a stupid son of a bitch.
I didn't even bother to answer him. Instead, I turned
around and reached over the front seat to retrieve my
clothes. As I was just about in position to pick them
up, he pushed a button and the back of the seat snapped
up, damn near bending me over backward.
The effect of having my legs suddenly in the air was to
allow me to slide forward hitting the top of my head on
the floor. That hurt like hell and I let out a yelp. He
started to laugh like he had pulled the greatest prank
in the world. I continued to ignore him and climbed
back into my clothes.
He started the car and pulled back out onto the
highway. As we continued on I became more convinced
than ever that we were heading for Massa place and as
it turned out I was right. For about fifteen minutes he
pulled up in the front yard. I knew that Massa was
there because his Cadillac was also parked in the front
yard.
He blew the horn and the front door opened. Massa's
massive frame filled the doorway and then he was coming
down the steps and over to our car. Dick rolled down
the window. :Here's that package you ordered, Sam," he
said.
"Did you have any problems?"
"Not a one. They acted like they couldn't wait to get
rid of her." That hurt my feelings. My parents didn't
really want me anymore. Well, if that was the way they
felt, I didn't want them either. A fear rose in my
throat as I realized that I was only fourteen and
completely on my own. I didn't have anyone except maybe
Massa and I was a little afraid of him. If he had the
power to just up and buy me what else was he capable
of?
While I was thinking all of this, I hadn't been paying
much attention to the conversation between the two men.
It was only when Massa's voice barked at me that I came
out of my reverie. "Hey nigger," he said forcefully.
"Get your black cunt out of the car." I just wanted to
shrink up inside my own little five foot body. With
head bowed and bent over I obediently climbed from the
car.
"Go in the house and wait for me," he said and once
again I obediently obeyed. Inside, I wasn't quite sure
what to do. There was an easy chair just inside the
foyer so I just sat down to wait.
It seemed like a long time although I'm sure it wasn't
more than fifteen minutes when I heard the car start
and pull away. I knew I was now alone with Massa.
Nevertheless, I was startled when he opened the door
and entered.
He looked at me sitting in the chair. "What the fuck
are you doing in a white man's chair," he barked. "You
know the only furniture you're allowed in is the floor
and my bed when I feel like fucking you. And why the
hell do you still have clothes on? I told you last time
that you were to be naked at all times when you were
here."
I quickly jumped from the chair and stripped off my
clothes as fast as I could. "I'm sorry Massa," I
mumbled. "I didn't know about the furniture and I
forgot about the clothes."
His voice softened somewhat. "Well, actually you're
right about the furniture thing, but you do have to be
punished for being in the house with clothes on. Come
along." With that he grabbed me by the ear and led me
outside. We went across the lawn toward the barn. He
let go of my ear about half way there which I was glad
about because it hurts being dragged around by your
ear.
I wondered what would happen to me now that I had a
sugar daddy. Surely he couldn't be any worse than my
parents and brother.
END, PART ONE
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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