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Subject: {ASSM} Linda's Degradation, Chapter 5 (rape_ ir_ viol _Ped)
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Date: Sun,  9 Jan 2005 16:10:05 -0500
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Hi,

I finally got back to working some more on this story.  Hope you enjoy it.

Hugs,

Canary
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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."

" But..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 spermicide 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 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.

Throught tearfilled 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.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

He laughed maniacally.  He jumped between my legs, centered
himself on my ass hole and punged into me.  The pain was
unbelievable.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW

AAAAAAAAAAOOOOWWWIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

OH GOD.........PPLLLLLLLLLLLEASE STOP........TAKE IT OUT OF
MMMMEEE

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 gutteral 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.

AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEE

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
croning 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

To be continued


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