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You know the drill.  Don't post it on any pay web site or claim it as you
own.  If you don't like stories of violence toward young girls, don't read
it.  On the other hand if your a horny slut like me...enjoy!
   Canary

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LINDA'S DEGRADATION

Another Erotic Story by Canary

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.

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 parents 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 tearfuly 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 russle 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 assailent 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 embarassing.  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 of the 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 aslymn.  I went there
one time when I was a little older, but she didn't even recognize
me.


Chapter Four   A Gift for Her 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 think 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 undewear 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 subconscience.

"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 foor 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
indisbelief.

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 birtday,
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 gpt 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
accidently 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 embarassed.  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 embarassed, 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 mothers 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 unbelieveably 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 seaped 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 wretching 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 wretching
stopped and I curled up in a ball with my throat hurting
unbelieveably 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 unbelieveably 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.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

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.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
!

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

Coming soon.

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