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The Charity School - 1
by Rabanne (no address provided)
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Jimmy Clark was a petty crook, eight years earlier he
had murdered his wife, finally the police caught up with
him and he received life. This is the story of what
happened to his two children after he went to jail.
(mf-teens, nc, bi, anal, beast, v)
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PART ONE
Erica Clark was bent over the kitchen table moaning,
"Get off me you fucking pervert! Why are you always so
horny?"
"Oh stop moaning Erica, you know you love it you little
slut," answered Brett as he pounded his sister's pussy
even harder.
"Are you two at it again," said the man who walked into
the room. "Has she let you fuck her asshole yet?" he
laughed.
"No he hasn't and he never will, neither will you, you
fucking pervert, said Erica.
The man watched the young man fuck her, her panties were
still around her knees and her dress lifted up over her
shapely young ass.
The young man gave a grunt and pushed his cock in harder
spurting his cum inside, the girl tried to rise but was
pushed back down again, "it's Daddy's turn darling," he
said, pushing the boy off her and sticking his hard cock
into her pussy and began to fuck her.
Jimmy Clark was a petty crook, all his life he had been
involved in crime, most of his family was either in jail
or on probation. Jimmy's wife had disappeared seven
years ago, he said she had run off with a salesman
although the police didn't share this theory, they were
sure something had happened to her but couldn't prove
anything.
Erica had already been in trouble for shoplifting and
Brett for stealing a truck, Jimmy had kept his nose
clean as far as the police were concerned but secretly
was fencing stolen goods.
He and Brett had plied Erica with booze one night and
fucked her, raped would be a more accurate description,
she had been fucked almost every day since then by
either one or both.
It was about a couple of months later when the police
knocked the door, Jimmy had been asked to accompany them
to the station where they told him a body had been
found, it was his wife's.
A year later Jimmy Clark was found guilty of his wife's
murder and sentenced to life imprisonment, leaving Erica
and Brett to fend for themselves. They would have done
but the authorities stuck their nose in and both found
themselves in a hearing to decide their fate.
Erica was fourteen now, a very attractive girl with
blonde hair and a great body with 34C tits. Brett was
fifteen, a handsome young man with blonde hair also
around five nine to five ten.
Harold Murray was in charge of proceedings, no one saw
the imperceptible nod given by Harold to one of the
social care workers.
The same worker now stood up, "I think the best course
of action for these two would be the Charity School,
it's well run and the children are well taken care of."
Heads got together and the answer was unanimous, Charity
School it was for Erica and Brett.
Next day Brett and Erica drove through the huge wrought
iron gates in the car driven by the social care worker.
"this place looks more like a prison than a school,"
whispered Erica, "I don't think I'm going to like it
here."
Brett put his arm around his little sister, "don't worry
honey, I'll look after you."
Brett and Erica were ushered into a room where a
bleached blonde woman of around thirty five sat behind a
desk, Erica and Brett were told to stand in front of
her. She picked up some papers, "Erica and Brett Clark,
you've been sent here by the social care team, well let
me tell you if you think this is going to be a cushy
ride you can forget it now, remove your clothes, now."
Erica and Brett looked at each other, "What!" said
Erica, "I'm not taking my clothes off for anyone," she
retorted angrily.
"Nor me, you can go fuck yourself whoever you are,"
retorted Brett.
"Oh dear, I was hoping you wouldn't say that," pressing
a bell on the desk.
Two large men came in and grabbed both of them holding
them in a headlock as the woman rose from behind her
desk, "hold him still," she said as she fastened a
collar around his neck and then another on Erica before
sitting down again.
"Now, I'll ask you nicely again. Remove your clothes
now."
"Fuck arrrrgh," was as far as Brett got before he
doubled up in pain falling to the floor. "What have you
done to him you fucking bitch," shouted Erica before she
too doubled up screaming.
"That was the lowest setting, do you want me to turn it
up to the highest or do you want to take your clothes
off."
Erica and Brett stripped aware of the leering men who
had just held them, they stood starkers in front of the
woman as a girl brought in some clothes.
"You slut," pointing at Erica, "put those on" as the
girl handed her a package.
Erica opened it and gasped, it was no more than a
glorified belt, it was about eighteen inches wide and
left her tits and pussy bare for all to see.
"You," pointing at Brett, you can dress later, there are
other plans for you."
"Why don't you tell these sluts why they're here slut,"
talking to the young girl who was probably younger than
Erica and wore the same 'uniform' as Erica.
"You're going to be trained as high class whores, you
will be expected to fuck and suck any client who comes
here, your holes must be accessible at all times, you
must never sit with your legs crossed, you must show
your pussy at all times, it is your responsibility to
keep your pussy shaved and clean and that goes for your
ass hole as well, you may not talk during working hours,
you may only talk if asked a question, then you must
answer Sir or Mistress."
"Oh, one more thing, if you think I'm soft hearted think
again, I have no heart, tell them who you are slut."
Erica gasped as the girl answered, "I'm your daughter
Mistress."
"That's right, she has to earn her keep as well, now
take them away, I'll inspect them later."
Erica and Brett were led away, out of the room both men
were fondling Erica's tits and then her pussy, "Georgie
boy's going to have a great time with these two, hey,
maybe he'll let us watch."
Find out what happens in part two...
Archivist's Note: This author did not provide an email
address so it will do the reader no good contacting the
archive staff for further parts. Check back at a later
time to see if there have been any updates to this story
by the author.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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