Chapter 1: Sarah's Benefits

Sarah rushed around the tiny apartment, cleaning dust and dirt that only she could see. She knew in her head that the place was spotless, but she had always been a "neat freak "to begin with and this was just such an important day for her and little Cody. The onsite visit from social services was the last barrier to getting benefits for herself and her 6 month old. It was also the first time that she would meet the case worker assigned to her. The knock came at the door just after 3 o'clock. Cody just went to sleep in the bedroom, leaving Sarah with only the livingroom-diningroom-kitchen combination to entertain in. The sound at the door brought her running in an attempt to catch it before it woke the baby. Standing in the hallway was the largest and, she couldn't help thinking, ugliest man she had ever met. Well over 6 feet tall with short unkept black hair and the remains of teenage acne all over his flat face.

"Miss Collins? I'm Harold Roberts"

Harold took in the sight of her. Maybe 5 feet 6 inches tall with shoulder length, curly, red hair. She had apparently not had any trouble getting her figure back after the pregnancy. Since what little he could see of it, through the conservative clothing that made up her wardrobe, was a dream come true.

"I assume that you were expecting someone today?"

"Yes, Mr. Roberts, come in and please call me Sarah."

After getting coffee for both of them, Sarah joined Harold, sitting in a chair across from him on the couch. The drinks and his briefcase sat on a small coffeetable between them.

Harold spread his reports in front of him.

"Since I wasn't present at your interview, lets go over some of the basics of the case. Is it correct that the father is not involved and isn't supporting you at all?"

"Yes, when I told Jim I was pregnant he made the right sounds and then disappeared when I started to show. I was hoping that your office could help me track him down."

"It also says that you have no family support. Why is that when you have you mother listed as your next of kin?"

"My mother and I haven't been close since my father died 5 years ago, and it just got worse when she married my stepfather. When I had the baby it was the last straw. We haven't spoken since, and my being an only child, there just isn't anyone else." Harold took all this in. Everything she said matched what was on the papers she filled out originally and what he had been able to check out on his own. Time to push a little more.

"It may sound strange Sarah, but you are going to have to maintain that silence if you expect to obtain and keep your benefits. Any family contact at all I have to assume is support and I will terminate your benefits. You will also be forced to pay back the full monetary amount already given. Do you understand?"

"Yes, believe me the furthest thing from my mind is talking to them."

"Now about the question of employment. You know, of course, that some kind of job is required to prove your good faith."

"I was hoping that I would be able to stay at home with Cody. I've checked out all the day-care in the area and the few that have openings are going to cost more than I can make. There must be a way that I can stay at home until he starts school."

Sarah didn't want the desperation she was feeling to show though in her voice, but she was really at the end of her rope. She had allowed her pride to put off applying for welfare until it was to late. She simply had nothing to do.

"Please, you don't understand. I don't have any money left. Nothing. It took most of my savings to move here and get into this place. The money I spent yesterday on food and diapers was the last of it. I'm already behind a month on the rent. Please help me."

Harold was in heaven. This was as good a situation as he had ever stumbled on. Time to make it worse.

"Sarah, I talked to your landlord today before I came here. You do know that he is evicting you at the end of this month don't you?"

A lie, but it did what it was supposed to do. Sarah crumbled. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed. Harold watched for a minute and enjoyed, anticipating the times to come.

"I hope you understand why I can't grant your benefits. But without any source of income I simply have no choice. I hope that if you find a job you will reapply when your penalty time is up."

Another lie, but again it did its job. Sarah's head jerked up.

"What do you mean, penalty time?"

"Well, it's policy that if an applicant is turned down they cannot be reconsidered for at least 90 days."

Visions of her and Cody living on the street, the few belongings they owned in paper bags they carried along, filled her head. She didn't know what to say or do.

"Please, there must be something that you can do. Help me!"

"Sarah, I've been doing this a long time. I hear hard luck stories all day long, 5, sometimes 6 days a week. If I bent the rules for all of them I would be in your shoes in a week."

"But my baby. There must be something you can do. I'll go out right now and find a job. I'll do anything but I have to take care of my baby!"

Harold let her stew, watching and enjoying the tears streaming down her pretty face. This was the moment he was waiting for, the moment he lived for anytime he got a case like this.

"If you want my help it will cost you. You will have to pay for it, pay for it by being very nice to me. Don't say anything. If you want my help you will do whatever I tell you with no arguments. If you don't agree I will simply leave you to fend for yourself, I don't really care one way or the other. You will stand up where you are and slowly take off all your clothes. While you do that I am going to take some pictures. So look happy or the deal is off."

Sarah was stunned. Never in her 18 years had she had to do anything with a man that she didn't want. Indeed, she had only been with 3 men sexually at all. But looking into his face she saw no pity at all. Not knowing what else to do, Sarah stood up and pushed the chair back with her foot. Sarah saw Harold pull an instant camera out of his briefcase and it occurred to her that he planned this all along. She never had a chance. She welcomed into her home and served coffee to a man that thought from the beginning to do this, and probably much more to her, before he was done. What she didn't understand was that Harold's plan wouldn't be done with her for a very long time. Sarah reached for the buttons on her blouse. As she did she remembered what he said about "looking happy". So with as pleasant a smile plastered on her as possible Sarah took off her shirt. Herald took pictures as fast as the camera would allow. Twice he told her to slow down so that the camera didn't miss anything. Under the conservative blouse and slacks she wore a matching frilly white bra and panty set. Not satisfied to merely see her undress, Harold stopped her at her underwear and made her pose for him.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

She was in tears again after the 6th position. Harold looked at her with her arms folded behind her head, making her milk swollen breasts even more noticeable, and one leg up on the chair so that he could see tufts of bright red curls peeking from under the panties.

"Just because I can, you stupid bitch. Anyone as beautiful as you should know better than to put herself at a stranger's mercy. You deserve everything that I am going to give you. now get the rest off, I'm getting anxious to see my new toys."

Sarah put her leg down and reached behind her back. The bra fell revealing her 36D breasts. Before she started nursing she was only a B-cup so her breasts looked even larger on her small frame. Sarah managed to look Harold in the eye, hoping that she would see some mercy there. But his eyes, when not behind the camera, were filled with lust. The best Sarah could hope for was that he would be gentle and finish quickly so he would leave. The panties dropped off the curve of her hips and fell to the floor. The thicket of pubic hair between her thighs was a bright contrast to the pale, slightly freckled skin of her untanned torso. Harold pushed the coffeetable from between them.

"Come here bitch. Stand right in front of me."

Sarah did as she was told, moving her hands to cover the exposed skin of her private areas. Sitting down, Harold's head was even with her soft breasts. It amused him that even after standing in front of him and stripping off her clothing she would cover herself to his gaze. But he wasn't there for a laugh and it was about time to teach her another lesson. With a move so fast that Sarah didn't even see it coming Harold slammed a fist into her stomach. Then, as she doubled over he landed another one on her chin, flying her into the chair behind her. Harold just sat and took in the sight of her sprawled on the chair while Sarah sobbed and struggled to catch her breath. After about ten minutes she had recovered enough to talk. "I don't care about the benefits. Get out of my house!" "This isn't about benefits anymore, whore. What do you think that the penalty will be for trying to bribe me for my signature with these pictures of yourself?"

"You took the pictures."

"No, when I turned down your benefits you tried to bribe me. Do you know that is 3 years, minimum, in prison. How do you think your kid will like 3 years of foster homes? Gee, I might even lose his placement records and not be able to find him for you when you get out... Now get over here and keep the arms down."

Sarah saw how well everything was planned. With no other options she got out of the chair and walked over to Harold. He spent a long time just looking at her. No one, not even a doctor or a lover had looked at her so close. Embarrassment was joining anger and her face and chest flushed to a beautiful rose color. Then he began touching her. Reaching up, he started at her face and neck, but soon was caressing the soft skin of her breasts. Pinching her nipples he found that he could draw out milk. Then as it ran over her breasts and down her stomach he bent to lick it up.

"Mmmm, sweet. I didn't plan on you feeding me while I was here, but it's a welcome bonus."

Then, using her nipples as handles, he grasped them both with his forefingers and thumbs and pulled her closer to him. Tears sprang again to her eyes and she had no choice but to move closer, now standing directly in front of him. Sarah closed her eyes as he brought his face to her breast, but she couldn't help but feel it, as his lips locked around her left nipple and drew it into his mouth. He drank greedily for a few minutes until she worked up the courage to ask him to save some for the baby. He complied but only because she had reminded him that the child was there in the next room and would probably wake soon. So, pulling his head back, he turned his attention to other matters. There were just a few stretch marks on her stomach, on the skin above her pubic area, but somehow it added to, instead of detracting from, her beauty. Then there was the tangle of bright red hair below. Harold was close enough to get small a whiff of her natural aromas, and he made a big show of it, adding to her humiliation. Sarah felt his hands start at her ankles and make there way slowly up her calves to her thighs. The n they moved around her to her buttocks. One hand squeezed while the other wormed in between to play with her asshole.Kept his eyes on hers while he did so, and she knew it was just to add to misery by showing her that he could and would do anything that he wanted. He moved his hands back to the front and still holding her eyes with his, began to ca ress her crotch.

"Keep your eyes open, bitch, and spread your legs."

Tears ran down her cheeks and she did what she was told, moving her legs about 8 inches apart.

"More, you stupid cow, can't you see how big my fingers are? I need alot of room to work with."

Sarah complied, her feet now about 2 feet apart. His gaze left her eyes now to view the treasure below. Using the thumbs of each hand, he spread apart the hair to uncover her labia. Then after pausing to look at his prize for a moment he bent fo rward. Sarah felt his lips touch her most private part and then his tongue. Oral sex was not something that she did regularly with her boyfriends back home, and then never on her. Having him do this to her made her feel like a thing instead of a pers on, a possession, which is exactly how he wanted her to feel. Pulling his head away from her now spit soaked labia, Harold again caught her eyes with his. Then he slowly inserted one, two, and finally three thick fingers into her vagina. Digging his fingernails into the walls of skin enveloping his invading digits, Harold enjoyed the look of agony that possessed her delicate features and the barely stifled scream. After several minutes of exploring and pumping inside her, Harold removed his fingers and leaned back on the couch.

"Okay, whore, I've shown what I can do. Now it's your turn. Get down here and take out your new playthings."

"Please, there must be another way. I'll move away, I'll get a job and pay you."

"Bitch, I'm getting right now the only things you have to pay me with. But don't worry, I've got plans for your future employment. But for now I want to see how good that mouth of yours is."

Sarah sank down to her knees in front of him and unfastened his belt and pants. With another look from Harold she reached into the opening and felt for his cock. The teenager couldn't believe what she felt in there! Gently pulling his member from his pants she estimated it to be at least 10 inches long and too far around for the fingers on one of her hands to wrap all the way around and touch together. Never in her limite d experience had she seen a man's penis even close to this size. "If you just sit there 1 more second I am going to slap you across the room. Now get sucking."

Sarah bent her head over his lap and began to suck him as best she could. Remembering what past boyfriends liked, she spent a couple of minutes licking the shaft and balls. Then she took the head into her mouth, desperately hoping that if she got him off then he might leave her home. But no matter how hard she tried she just couldn't get much more than the crown inside. Harold noticed her problem.

"What's the matter cunt? You need some help?"

That said, he put his hands on the back of her head and started to push her down. But in that position even he couldn't get more than half in. Then Harold had a flash of brilliance. He pulled her body around so that they were in a kind of 69 position, Sarah was bent a little backwards because he wasn't laying down, only leaning back. It put a tremendous strain on her back and neck, but Harold didn't care, as long as she was in the position to give him the most pleasure. Now he forced the rest of his cock into her mouth and down her throat, making her struggle for every bit of air on his backstrokes. He also got the bonus of being able to eat out her fresh little pussy some more. Harold was so worked up by this time that he didn't last ten minutes. After he filled her mouth and throat with his cum, Sarah tried to take her head from his crotch, but Harold just held on until he started to recover some of his former size and excitement.

"Good, little cock-sucker, there might be hope for you yet. Now climb up onto the saddle here and lets go for a ride."

The broken young woman moved around so that she was sitting on his lap, facing him. Grasping her hips with his hands, Harold showed her that he wanted her to rub her spit moistened cunt up and down against his semi-hard dick. Moving her cunt against his manhood, Sarah could feel him regaining his former size and hardness. Then after he was sure that she had the rhythm that he wanted, Harold took his hands from her wai st and grasped the sides of her head. He slowly pulled her head towards his.

"I'm a little upset that you haven't thanked me for all the help that I'm giving you. The least you could do is give me a nice sloppy kiss for going so far out of my way to grant your benefits. Oh, and I like alot of tongue, and rub your tits against me while you do it."

Sarah could barely even think. Here she was being molested by this man in her own house and he just kept demanding more and more from her. She almost threw-up on him then, but the thought of what he might do to her kept the bile down. Moving with his hands, she pressed her sweet lips against his. Then, as he opened his mouth, she did hers and felt his tongue enter between her teeth. It moved around, touching ever ywhere, and playing with her tongue. Again she felt the urge to vomit, but stifled it. As his tongue withdrew, he sucked hers into his mouth. They kissed for several minutes until she felt him reach for her breasts and begin to mercilessly pinch her sensitive nipples. Sarah screamed into his mouth. Then she remembered that she was supposed to be rubbing against him. As she started moving her chest on his, he stopped pinching her and jerked open his shirt so that he could feel her movements bette r. This continued for what seemed to Sarah to be a long time, until she noticed that the already large bulge that her crotch was rubbing against had finished growing. If anything it was bigger than before, and the poor teenager had no idea how she would fit it all in her, as that was surely the next thing that he would demand. As if he were reading her mind, Harold finally pushed her face away fr om his.

"Now, sit up straight bitch. Go ahead and put my cock in your pussy, I want to be done before the brat wakes up and breaks my concentration. But that doesn't mean you have to hurry. I want to feel every inch going in."

"Please no, let me suck you again. You'll enjoy it, I'll make it good for you."

Harold didn't even answer her. He just reached both hands up to her breasts and grabbed her nipples again, this time not just pinching, but twisting too. Sarah let out a shriek loud enough to wake the baby.

"See what you did, bitch? Now I got to listen to that. You better get to work before it gets hysterical in there."

Sarah reached down between her legs and guided his huge prick to the entrance of her tunnel, then slowly pressed down on it. The invader was so big in her tight vagina that every painful inch felt like losing her viginity all over again. It took her several minutes to take it all. During that time Harold amused himself by pulling her red pubes out one at a time. Once it was all in she relaxed a bit until the sound of the baby's cries penetrated the fog that had enveloped her. As the sounds grew louder to her they had the same results that they would have at any other time. Her breasts began to swell as her milk dropped and the abused nipples began to leak milk. All this didn't escape Harold's n otice and he suckled, alternating between her breasts until he felt his orgasm building.

"Here we go whore, go faster, faster, aaauuugghhh! .... God that was good."

Harold grabbed her and held her nude body against his while the afterglow lasted. When he regained his breath he pushed her upright.

"Are you done with me now? Please leave me alone and let me be with my baby."

Harold couldn't hold back a laugh. He grabbed her head and drew her face to his.

"Done with you? I haven't even started. From now on you're mine. You'll do what I want, when I want, and how I want or I will make sure that you never see your baby again. I'll be here tomorrow at about 3 o'clock. You better be waiting here for me or I'll swear out a warrant for you and put you away. Oh, and I'll probably bring a friend or two with me, so make sure you look good."

Harold dressed and walked Sarah, naked and dazed, to the door with him.

"So, how does it feel to have a full-time job? Bye, bitch."

After he left, Sarah completed her day just as she would have normally. The baby was taken care of, the house cleaned, and other various chores done. However, it was all automatic. The haze that enveloped her as Harold had laid out his plans for her never cleared. That night she spent an hour after the baby went to bed in the shower, not even noticing when the hot water ran out. In bed she lay for hours, hoping that some revelation would come to her, some way to escape, but nothing did. Finally, in the early morning hours she did sleep, but when morning came she was still tired.

The baby got her up at 6 o'clock, as usual. He got fed and changed, then laid in his playpen, where he cooed happily. Sarah couldn't eat or even concentrate on her chores. So when a knock at the door sounded at 9, she was sitting on her couch, staring at the wall. She opened the door to find her landlord, James Kurtle, standing there. He was a shorter man in his 50's. Sarah hadn't liked him from the first time that she met him, he was rude and he stared at her. However, beggars can't be choosers, so she took the apartment and tried to ignore the man. Now he was at her door, certainly for the rent that was late.

"I'm so sorry that I'm late with the rent Mr. Kurtle. I swear that I'll have it for you next week." "And how do you expect to do that without a job, Miss Collins?"

Sarah didn't know how he had found out that she was unemployed since she had lied on her application. "I'm getting a new job. Please, I promise that I'll have it for you." "I also got an interesting visitor yesterday. Would you like to hear what he said?"

Sarah didn't say anything. James pulled an envelope out of his pocket. Inside, he pulled out some of the pictures that Harold had taken yesterday. Then, he pushed her into the apartment, came in, and closed the door behind him. "He gave me these. Then he told me that you were his, and that if I wanted, I could take the past due rent in trade. And any future rent too." "O God no, please no. He is blackmailing me. He raped me yesterday, and he's coming back later today to do it again. Please help me." "Sure I'll help you."

James looked around the room. Spotting the baby, he pulled her back into the bedroom. Closing the door, he stepped over to the sobbing girl. He had dreamed about something like this all his life, and to have it happen with this gorgeous woman that had refused to even look at him for two months now...well nothing could have stopped him. Reaching out, James grabbed the middle of her blouse and pulled. Buttons snapped off and bounced onto the floor. Holding the flaps of the now useless garment open, he looked her over. Then he reached down and unsnapped her shorts. They fell, revealing her white cotton panties. He put his hands on her bra covered breasts and squeezed them. "Take it off."

Sarah shrugged off the shirt and reached back to unhook her bra. It too fell to the floor, leaving her in only her panties. His hands were on her breasts in a second, squeezing and lifting, rubbing and pinching. Then his lips locked around her left nipple and sucked it into his mouth. After the feeding that morning she didn't have much milk, but what was there squirted onto his hungry tongue. As he suckled her, his hands moved over her body touching, squeezing, probing. Then one slipped into her panties, moving down to cup her crotch. The soft pubic hair felt like heaven and beneath he could feel the lips of her pussy. One finger tried to fit into her hole but she was much to dry. "Take them off too, and go lay on the bed."

Sarah pushed the panties over her hips and they fell to the floor. Then without a sound, she moved to the bed and laid down on her back. She could feel his gaze on her body like a touch. "Spread your legs."

She did so. Moving them so that her feet were about a foot apart. "More."

Another foot. "Just hang your feet off the edges of the bed."

Tears sprang to her eyes. She wouldn't have thought that she had any modesty left. But she did as he said, moving her legs off the sides. She was totally exposed to him now. Even the forest of red fur couldn't hide her. James moved closer and looked at the beautiful woman before him. Just a day ago he would have said that there was no possibility, but now here she was, waiting for him to command her. He reached out and spread the lips of her pussy apart. Inside he could see his goal, as far as he was concerned, his new hobby. Again he tried to put a finger inside of her. But again she was to dry. Instead he set his intended weapon on her mouth. "This needs to be wet."

Sarah opened her mouth and his finger slipped in. "Suck it like a dick. Go a-head ( laughing at his own pun ), show me your style."The humiliated redhead closed her eyes to shut out his grinning face. After making her suck and use her tongue on his finger for several minutes James had had enough. Climbing up on the mattress beside her head, he pulled his finger out of her mouth and lowered it back to her open cunt. He inserted it slowly so that he could watch her facial expressions as he invaded her. Once his finger was fully inserted he began to saw it back and forth. The spittle that eased his entrance didn't last and soon her vagina was bone dry again, making every motion he made an excruciating experience for her. James began to rub his swollen cock against her cheek and at a word from him Sarah turned her head and took him into her warm mouth. He didn't stay there long, though, not wanting to waste his precious load outside of her womb. Pulling his finger and his dick out of her, James lay on top of the helpless teenager, and gripping her tender breasts as handles, shoved himself inside her.

"AAAGGGGHHHH!!!"

The pain of his sudden entrance was horrible. James took advantage of her wide open, screaming mouth to thrust his tongue into. This was what he had always seen in his dreams. A helpless beauty, totally possessed by him. Luckily for Sarah, this situation was too much for him to take for long. Soon he was pounding for all he was worth into her pain wracked body, ending with sudden stillness above her. After a few minutes he had recovered enough to speak. "That was great. And you know, I'm already getting ideas for next time." "Next time?" "Yeah, your owner said that in loo of your back rent I can have you once a week for as long as you live here."

Sarah's head was spinning, she hadn't really realized what the situation was. She wasn't just Harold's victim or even slave, he was making her his personal whore! She didn't know where she could go, but she had to get away from him. Fifteen minutes after her landlord/rapist left her with a last disgusting kiss on the lips and squeeze of her sore breasts, Sarah had grabbed Cody and whatever else she could carry and ran out of the building. Chapter 3 : Streetlife

Once outside, she turned left. Not because she had a plan, it was just a random choice. Soon she was several blocks away and convincing herself that this was something that she could do. Walking quickly, Sarah lost herself in the crowds of the busy city. Stopping only when she had to rest or feed Cody from her bruised breasts, she was, by days end, on the other side of town. Having no idea where she was or where to go, she stopped for the night in a small park. After feeding Cody and putting him in his stroller to sleep the night, she curled up on a bench and fell right to sleep. She dreamed of the last two days, reliving every moment until she could feel their hands on her. Running over her face and breasts, squeezing in between her thighs. Their lips on hers...Sarah snapped awake. Around her bench were some vaguely human shapes. Looking behind them she could see that someone had moved the stroller several feet away. "What do you want? Did you hurt my baby?" "Baby's fine. Gonna stay that way, too, long as we don't have no trouble from you."Now that the sleep had cleared from her mind, she could see that she was surrounded by three street bums. All were layered with dirty, torn, and very smelly clothes. They were all crouching if front of her. Because of the back and sides of the bench Sarah was trapped. Even if she could somehow get over the back they would still be between her and Cody. "What do you want. I don't have any money, and the food I have is almost gone."

Looking over the tasty little morsel that fate had brought them, the three hadn't even thought about money or food. With the moon shining on her bright red hair and pale, freckled face, only one thing came to mind. All three reached out, almost in unison, and began to touch her. With being out numbered and the threat to her son, Sarah just lay still. The last couple of days had given her some incentive to learn to distance herself from her attackers. Their hands slipped under the sweatshirt that she wore to squeeze her swollen breasts. She could feel the milk in them start to leak into her bra. Another set of hands had pushed inside her sweatpants and into her panties. She was sickened by the thought of their dirty hands pawing her but she remained still, hoping that in their condition they wouldn't last long or better yet even not be able to perform at all. Soon they wanted to see what they had been touching, so Sarah was made to stand on the bench and undress for them. Her naked body shone in the bright moonlight and acted as a beacon. A half dozen more bums within sight of her moved in also. The group pulled her off the bench and into some nearby bushes, laying her naked on the ground. Rocks and twigs dug into her back. However, she soon stopped noticing as the whole group descended around her. Hands were everywhere on her, rubbing, squeezing, pinching, and poking, so many that she couldn't even start to defend herself. Fingers pried into her mouth and between her legs. Fingers fought over the right to pinch her sensitive nipples. Then one climbed on top of her, fit his hard member to her hole and shoved his way inside. He pumped as slowly as he could, knowing that even if he got another chance at this piece of meat it wouldn't be nearly this fresh again. Bending his head down to her chest, the bum bit at the fingers on her right breast. He succeeded in getting the hands away from her tit and as an added bonus he got to hear her try to scream around the fingers invading her mouth as he caught some flesh also. As he latched his dirty lips around her nipple he discovered the milk inside. The first man on top of her lasted only five minutes, but it felt like a lifetime as he pounded inside her bruised pussy and chewed on her breast. When he finally came he was quickly pushed off and number two got on. Few of the rest even reached the time that first had set, some only a few strokes. When all had had a chance at her unwilling body the crowd began to disperse, what with malnutrition and cheap booze sapping their strength they counted themselves lucky that they got it up the first time. Within an hour the attackers were down to five. Circling around the exhausted girl, they forced her to her knees and one by one shoved their cocks into her mouth until they came. By the time they were done with her, Sarah could barely stand but she had to check on her baby. Noticing a water fountain nearby, she washed off, standing naked in the middle of the park. Then shuffling back to her bench, she again fell asleep. When Cody woke her there was no sign of the bums. Her body screamed at her with every move. But things had to be done. With Cody fed and changed, Sarah started moving once again. As she walked she considered the last few days. Until four days ago she was just another single mother in a big city. Since then she had become the sexual plaything for she didn't know how many men. Was it something about her? Did she somehow broadcast vulnerability? Or was it all just horrible coincidence? She walked most of the day. As she walked, the city began to change. By evening she was resting in what looked like the last of the city. She could see a bridge and beyond that the buildings began to thin. Standing up to move on, Sarah noticed that a car had pulled up to the mouth of the alley she was in. Four young men got out. They were all wearing colors of the same gang.

"Hey cunt, what are you doing in our space?"

"I'm sorry. I was just leaving."

The boys walked over to her. None looked over 19 years old. Sarah looked  around but it was a blind alley. There weren't even any doors or windows. "Please let me pass. I didn't do anything to your precious space."

Before she could react the boy in front of her slapped her face, knocking her off her feet. As she lay stunned on the ground the boy that hit her reached down and grabbed her by her breasts, pulling her screaming back to her feet. Cody began to cry in his stroller. "You can pass after you pay the toll." "What do you want."

Sarah asked, already knowing the answer. "Take off your clothes and blow us then we'll let you through."

Sarah pulled off her shirt and pushed her pants off her hips. The underwear came off to an assortment of catcalls and whistles. Standing naked in front of these children she could feel a blush rising from some still untouched part of her modesty. They crowded closer and she felt their hands moving over her exposed flesh. Then, as they started to push her to her knees, a siren sounded right behind them and two policemen rushed into the alley. With their guns on the boys, they ordered them to the ground. Two more cars showed up in a few seconds and the boys were piled in to go to the station. Soon a social worker came to take care of Cody while she gave her statement. Sarah got into the first car and they started to drive. The officer in the passenger seat looked back and smiled. "You have no idea how happy Harold will be to see you again."

The End