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This was a difficult chapter to write because it goes against everything
that I believe in, i.e.  racial equality, interracial marriage, etc. 
Besides that, I believe that black people are among the most beautiful
people on earth and would be honored to be married to one.

   However, I must be true to the story line, and unfortunately that takes
me where I did not want to go.  If anybody is offended by this it might be
better if they did not read this chapter or the next.
   Canary

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Chapter Six   Sugar Daddy

When I turned thirteen mom and dad put me out working the
streets.  They said they didn't want to make the same mistake
with me that they had with Wendy so they told me I could keep
everything I made over five hundred dollars a night.  Five
hundred dollars a night?  Even at fifty dollars a throw which was
what I figured I could charge because of my age I would have to
take care of ten cocks before I would start to make anything for
myself.  I wondered how sore my pussy would be if I took on
twenty in one night.  I decided that would be my goal.  I had
already decided that I wasn't going to be their whore for any
longer than I had to.

I remember my first night on the streets.  It was the first day
of my summer vacation.  My dad dropped me off in the red light
district just before dark.  He had rented a room for me at the
sleasy motel about two blocks away.  I had strict instructions
not to get in to anybody's car until I got to know some of the
clientele.  Clientele?  Bastards would have been more like it. 
Being a whore at home was one thing, but being out here on the
street like a common slut was another thing entirely.  I didn't
like it one little bit.

Anyway, I just stood there in the background for a while as the
pros began plying their trade.  I couldn't believe the way they
were dressed.  One woman was wearing nothing more than a bra and
panties and something very thin at that.  Nothing was left to the
imagination.  There seemed to be nobody in anything more really
short shorts and a halter top.  It was funny, but in a way I felt
out of place in my short frumpy dress, bobby socks and penny
loafers.  Underneath my dress I was wearing a red bra and panties
  my mother bought them for me as she said they looked good
against my black skin and that would drive the "Johns" wild.

The whores would wave at passing cars and men would pull up the
the curb and talk for a few minutes.  Sometimes the woman would
get into the car and it would pull away.  About a half an hour
later the girl would be back.

I had been standing there for about and hour trying to work up my
nerve to go a little bit forward and wave at some cars when a
black woman came up to me.  She was wearing red short shorts and
a red bra.  I thought about what my mother had said about red
looking sexy against black skin.  "What are you doing here,
honey," she asked kindly.  "You're way too young to be out here
like this.  These people will eat you alive."

I screwed up my courage.  I had this almost uncontrollable urge
to cry, but I choked back the tears.  "I'm here for the same
reason you are," I said with more bravado than I actually felt.

She laughed.  "You?  You're not even wet behind the ears yet."

I couldn't hold it any longer.  I started to cry with my mouth
scrunched up and tears running down my face.  "It's not that I
want to," I sobbed.  "I don't have a choice."
"Hey, kid," she said not unkindly.  "Turn off the tears.  That's
not going to do you any good at all."

I sniffled and wiped the tears away from my eyes.  I still felt
like crying, but somehow I held it back.

"Look," she said.  "It's early and business won't really pick up
for a while.  Why don't we go down to Barney's and get a cup of
coffee and we can talk about this for a while."

"Barney's?"

"It's a little hole-in-the-wall just down the street, but they
serve a good cup of coffee and their food isn't too bad either if
you're hungry."

I nodded numbly.  "Okay," I said aloud.

When we entered there were two girls sitting in a booth just
inside the door eating diner.  "Hi Laura," one of them said
through a mouthful of food.  "Who's the kid?  Yours?"

"No, this is..."  She looked at me.

"Linda," I said timidly.

"That's just like you, Laura," said the other girl wiping her
mouth with a napkin.  "Taking in all the little urchins that show
up around here."

I was beginning to get my spunk back.  I had a new friend in
Laura or at least I thought she might be a friend and I wasn't
going to put up with her being insulted.  "I am NOT an urchin" I
said angrily.  I wasn't really sure what an urchin was, but it
didn't sound like anything good.

"Come on Linda," said Laura.  "Let's sit down."

She led me to a booth in the far back corner of the restaurant. 
A really fat, bald man, who I assumed was Barney, came over to
take our order.  Laura had a coffee and I got a hot chocolate
since I really didn't like coffee.

Once our filled cups were in front of us, she looked me straight
in the eye.  "Okay," she said, "What did you mean that you don't
have a choice?"

I stared at my folded hands on the table.  "I just don't,"  I
mumbled.

"And the reason you don't is?"

She was being persistent and I was getting irritated.  "Because
my daddy dropped me of and told me I had to," I snapped.  "Now
are you satisfied?"

"You poor thing.  There must be something we can do."  She paused
for a moment and seemed to be thinking.  "I'll tell you what, 
I've got a friend, a client actually, who's a cop.  We can have
him arrest your daddy and put him in jail.  That way you won't
have to do this."

I started tosob softly.  I knew that she was just trying to be
nice, but she just didn't understand.  "We can't do that," I said
through my tears.  "They might put me in a foster home and I
couldn't stand that.  Even if they didn't, my brother would just
take over and put me right back out here and if he didn't my
mother would."

"Wow, your family sounds like a bunch of real bastards."  I could
tell she was really mad.  If her face hadn't been so black, I'm
sure it would have turned red with anger.

"I guess you're right.  But I should have expected it.  They did
the same thing with my sister."

"You have a sister?  What was her name?"

"Wendy," I answered.

She was quiet for a long time.  Finally, she sighed.  "You
probably aren't going to believe this, but I knew your sister. 
As a matter of fact we were best friends before she took off for
New York with Rob."

I was excited.  "You knew Wendy?   Is she okay?"

"As far as I know.  I got a letter from her about a month ago.  I
guess Rob got a job in the stock exchange and is making good
money.  They are still together and planning on getting married
in January.  She asked about you.  Wanted to know if I had seen
you on the streets yet.  I wrote back and told her I hadn't. 
Guess I owe her another letter since I've met you."

"Wow, I'm really happy that she's doing okay."  Suddenly I
remembered.  "Oh God, I've got get back on the street.  Dad said
if I didn't bring in at least four hundred dollars tonight he was
going to kill me.  He might do it too."  I started to cry again.
Why was life so unfair?

"There, there little one," Laura said.  "Wendy asked me take care
of you if you showed up and I owe her that much, she's been a
really good friend.  She helped me out when I was flat broke and
didn't have a cent.  I've got a lot of regular clients who will
pay a lot to be with somebody as young as you.  What are you
about fourteen?"

"Thirteen," I told her.

When we left the restaurant it was totally dark and the street
was abuzz with cars stopping, girls leaving and returning and so
forth.  Laura put me in a dark corner and told me to wait and she
would "see what she could do."

As I watched it didn't appear like she was very good at what she
did.  The other girls had left and been back several times and
still she just stood there with her hands on her hips.  After
about 45 minutes a large white Cadillac came rolling down the
street.

She raised her hand and the car pulled up beside her.  She opened
the door and I thought she was going to get in.  Instead she
leaned forward and started talking to the man.  They talked for
several minutes and then she turned and motioned for me to come
over.

My legs were shaking as I approached the car.  I peeked in at the
man.  He was older, probably in his fifties or sixties.  He was
almost totally bald and wore a suit and tie that seemed to be
poured onto his body.  He looked extremely strong and more than
just a little bit scary.

"Linda, honey," Laura said.  "This is Sam.  He's a really nice
man and he's willing to give you $700.00 to spend the night with
you.  Would you like that?"

I was shaking now.  "I guess," I replied weakly.

"It's okay, honey.  Sam knows that you're new to this and he'll
be as gentle as possible with you.  Isn't that right, Sam?"

"Laura, you know that I'm not a violent man by nature and I'll be
extremely careful to open this little flower as gently as
possible.  Well, what do you think, Linda?  If you'd like to
spend some time with me, just climb in."

Alarms went off in my head.  Daddy had warned me not to get into
a car until I knew the guy, but this was probably different. 
After all he knew Laura and she was trying to help me.  Finally,
I just climbed into the big captains chair on the passenger
side.

He reached across me and handed some folded bills to Laura.  "A
little something for your time," he said.  I didn't know how much
he had given her, but the top of the first bill was $100.00.

"Thanks, Sam," she said.  She closed the door and I felt the car
begin to move.  My skirt had begun to ride up so I pulled it
down.

"You should have left it up," he said with a chuckle.  "I was
enjoying the view."  I wasn't going to let him get the best of me
so I pulled it up as far as I could without raising in the seat.
He glanced over at me.  "Oh, red panties.  I really like that. 
Why don't you take them off?"

I pushed my skirt down a little and folded my hands in my lap.

"Oh come on, Linda.  Don't be that way.  Just take off your
panties and give them to me."

I don't know why I was being so stubborn.  I mean I knew this guy
was going to fuck me and then he'd see me completely naked. 
Somehow it was the idea of  taking them off in the car that
bothered me.  I sat my lips tight and shook my head "no".

"Don't make me get mean, Linda.  I promised Laura I'd be gentle
with you, but if you don't do like I tell you, I'm going to have
to get rough.  Now take off the panties."  His voice was quiet,
but still there was a bite to it.

I folded my arms in under my breasts and leaned back in the seat.
 I was being childish and I knew it, but for once in my life I
wanted to get my own way.

He sighed.  "TAKE THE GOD DAMNED PANTIES OFF YOU FUCKIN' NIGGER
CUNT."

I was shocked.  It wasn't that he had yelled at me, I had been
yelled at before.  It was what he called me.  Of course I knew
that the word existed, but I had never had it directed toward me
before and it scared me.  It was as if I had suddenly become a
second class citizen, I could associate with what the slaves must
have felt in the old south.  Nevertheless, I quickly slid my
panties down and off and handed them to him.

He stuffed them in his pocket.  His voice was calm again. 
"That's much better.  Please don't make me have to yell again."

The car fell silent and I suddenly realized that we were no
longer in the city.  I thought about my situation.  Here I was in
a car with an old white man with no panties and no idea of where
we were going.

We drove in silence for a while and he began to talk.  "Look,
Linda, I'm giving you a lot of money to spend the night with you.
 I figure that gives me the right to do almost anything I want. 
I really like women and especially black women, but tonight I
feel like being insulting and, hopefully, humiliating you.  So
for tonight you're nothing but a nigger slave and I am your
master.  Do you understand?"

I'm really not sure why, but the idea excited me.  "Yes so massa,
 I cerinly does unerstand.  I ain't nothing but yer nigger slave.
 An Isle dos ma better to make yo appy."

"Very well nigger, I can see that we're going to get along
fabulously."

Once again I hadn't been paying attention to where we were going
and suddenly he turned off the road to go up to what I recognized
as a large white farmhouse set way up off the road.  He pulled
into the front yard and stopped.

He turned toward me.  When I am here, I don't allow any of my
niggers to wear clothes so before we get out, take off your dress
and anything else you're wearing and give them to me."

I was beginning to get in to this silly game he was playing.  I
still wasn't comfortable with being called nigger, but I knew
that if this had really been the old south and if I had really
been a slave that's what I would have been called so I didn't say
anything about it.  Instead, I quickly pulled my dress over my
head, reached behind my back and undid my bra and handed them
both to him.  

"The shoes and socks too, girly," he said firmly.  Reluctantly I
leaned down and removed them.

He took all my clothes and locked them in the trunk.  Then he
opened my door for me to get out.  It really felt strange
standing there totally naked out in the open.  I shivered a
little although I wasn't sure if it was from the chill in the
night air or from the excitement I was beginning to feel between
my legs.  I was beginning to view this a sort of an exciting
adventure.

He towered over me by a good foot.  I wondered idly if his cock
was as big as the rest of him.  I wasn't really worried about it
because I had taken some really big ones in the past.  I started
to chuckle.  What if he only had a little four incher?

"What are you laughing about, wench?" he demanded.

I hung my head.  "Nothing massa," I mumbled.

"Well, come along, Slut," he said and started walking toward the
house.  I obediently followed along behind.  There were rocks in
the yard and with me in my bare feet it really hurt.

He unlocked the door, opened it and walked in.  I followed
obediently.  He turned to me.  "At the top of the stairs at the
far end of the hall is the bathroom.  Go to it and relieve
yourself.  In the medicine cabinet you will find an enema bottle.
 Do you know how to use it?"

"Yes Massa."

"Well get on with it then.  When you finish, come back down the
hall to the last door on the left.  That's my bedroom.  Go in and
wait.  You have twenty minutes so don't doddle."

As I was preparing myself, I thought of how my mother had taught
me the things I needed to know now.  Then I thought of how
strange this night had turned out.  It was probably the strangest
first night on the street that any whore had ever had.

When I entered his bedroom with a towel wrapped around myself it
was a complete surprise.  It was not only huge, but the contents
were unreal.  There was a huge fireplace along one wall with a
mounted moose head hanging above it.  There were two easy chairs
in front of it with my "master" sitting in one of them that faced
the door.  He seemed to be totally engrossed in a book he was
reading.  The other item in the room was the biggest four-poster
bed I had ever seen.

I stood there wondering what I was expected to do when he finally
looked up from his reading.  "Lose the towel he said softly and
then come and kneel down beside me.  You should be on your knees
with your hands in your lap."

I looked around for someplace to put the towel and, finding
nothing, I simply let it drop to the floor.  It seemed like I was
kneeling silently for hours although I'm sure that it was only a
few minutes.  I took a quick peek at the title of the book  
"Lolita".

Finally, he stood up and stretched.  "Time for bed.  Prepare me."
 I looked up at him with questioning eyes.  "Remove my clothes
you dumb cunt."

I stood and unbuttoned his shirt and walked around behind him to
remove it.  He whirled, grabbed my left breast and squeezed hard.
 "What the fuck do you think you are doing, slut?"  He squeezed
even harder and began to twist it.  The pain was getting bad
enough that I almost screamed.

Tears were running down my face.  "Removing your shirt massa," I
gasped.

"You stupid nigger.  You have to unbotton the cuffs first."  He
let go of my breast.

I unbuttoned the cuffs and then removed the shirt.  My tit was
still burning like fire but I wasn't going to let this honky know
he had hurt me.  The role of southern slave had overtaken me
completely.  It was almost like it was real.

I remembered my mother's instructions an knelt before him to
remove his shoes and socks.  I unbuckled his belt and unbutton
the top button of his pants.  I reached for the zipper and was
shocked to find only another button.  His entire fly was composed
of about five buttons.  I finally succeeded in unbuttoning them
all.  I pulled down his pant until they dropped at his feet.  He
lifted first on foot and then the other so I could remove them. 
That left only his boxer shorts.  Taking a deep breath, I grabbed
them at either side and pulled them down to his ankles.

When I looked up I gasped and my mouth dropped open.  Right in
front of my face was the biggest cock I had ever seen.  It must
have been at least ten inches and two inches across   and it was
soft!

He saw the look on my face and chuckled.  "As long as you're down
there anyway, why don't you wrap your lips around that little
piece of man meat?"

I shook my head violently for side to side.  There was no way
that would ever fit.  "It's too big massa.  My mouth is jst too
little."

"Nonsense, you never know until you try."  He grabbed the back of
my head and pulled me toward it.  I opened my mouth as wide as I
could and I felt the huge head pressing against my lips.  He
pressed harder and it felt like my lips had torn open as the head
finally popped into my mouth.

I gagged around his cock.  MMMMMMMMMMMffffffffffggggggggggggg

I had had a lot of practice at deep throating during the time I
was held hostage at home, but there was no way in hell this
monster was going to fit.  Nevertheless, I relaxed my throat as
much as possible, resolving to never go with this man again.

He pulled even harder and the damn thing started going down my
throat.  I  could feel my neck expanding as he forced it further
and further into me.  I couldn't breathe, not even through my
nose.  He started taking short little strokes, maybe two inches
in and out.  I still couldn't breathe and things started to go
black.  I wondered if this was how I was going to die   with a
huge cock stuck obscenely down my thoat.

Suddenly he pulled out and while I was gasping for air he was
spurting his cum all over my face.  It got in my eyes, on my
nose, down my cheek and, his last spurt he droppedd right into my
still gasping mouth and I took it down into my lungs.

I started coughing and gagging, trying to get the nasty stuff out
of  burning lungs.  I doubled up in a little ball waiting for the
terrible pain in my throat to subside.  I silently cursed Laura
for giving me to this monster.  Finally, the burning eased up a
little and my breathing returned to normal.

I sat part way up supporting myself on my hands.  I looked around
he was sitting in the chair playing lazily with himself and
grinning slightly.

"Feeling a little bit better now?" he asked softly.  I didn't
trust myself to speak so I just nodded.

"That's really good because we still have two hours left before
we have to leave to take you back.  And I'm really looking
forward to fucking that little nigger cunt of yours."

His use of that word, that horrible word put my mind right back
into the roll of a southern slave.  "Yes suh massa..  Whatever ya
wants massa."

He stood up.  "Well, get over on that bed and get the sheets
warm.  I don't want to put my clean white body on cold sheets."

I obediently dragged my weary body to the bed.  I pulled back the
covers and climbed in.  He was right.  The sheets were extremely
cold.  I welcomed the cold as it felt good...waking me up
somewhat.  I rolled over onto my front and the cold almost
completely eased the aching I still had in my breast.

I felt the mattress sag and knew that he had climbed on.  I
rolled over on my back and spread my legs invitingly.  "Isss here
fo ya massa.  Use my slutty nigger body any way that maks ya
appy."

I knew that he had promised Laura he would be gentle with me.  He
landed on top of me with his full weight, his 6'2", 230 lb body
crushed my little 5'4", 115 lb body back into the mattress
completely knocking the breath out of me.  He gave me almost no
chance to adjust.  I felt his cock head pushing hard on my dry,
unwilling cunt lips.

He managed to get the massive head part way inside.  I felt more
pain than I had ever felt before in my life.

"AHHHHHHHH ...........OWWWWWWW ..................BIG
.............TOO BIGGGG ..........T00 BIGGGGGGG! ITS STRETCHING
ME ................IT HURTS .................IT HURTS
................ITS TOO BIGGGGGG!" I was sobbing in pain as I
flet his cock giving a twitch of excitement. "STOP
................STOP ................IT WON'T FIT
.................ITS TOO BIGGGGG!"

He gave me no chance, just forcing his full 12 inches inside my
defenseless body.  I screamed and screamed.  The pain was
unbelievable.

"OH GOD! PLEASE ...................STOP ...................PLEASE
STOP! PLEASE! OH GOD ..........IT HURTSS ................IT HURTS
SO BADDDDDDDD ...............OWWWWWWW!"

Tears were streaming down my face as he ravaged me brutally. 
Yet, slowly the pain faded and I could feel my self building
toward an incredible orgasm.

Oh, yes ...............God ........oh, God
.........................yes ................yes ...............I
.....................I'm cuminggggggggggggggg ......... I'm
cummiiiiingggggg!"

I felt him stiffening inside of me and knew that he was filling
my body with his cum.  That set me off again

"Oh, yes ...............its so good.............fill me
up............fill me with your wonderful man
cream................fill me..............fill me...........soo
goooooooooooood."

I wrapped my little black legs around his big white body and
pulled him as deep into me as he could possibly go.  I felt him
spurt one last time and then,gasping, he collapsed on top of me.
His weight was crushing me and even that felt good.

Finally, he rolled off of me and pulled me into his arms.  "That
was fantastic," he said softly.  I just nodded.  He was right, it
had been great.

For a long time we just laid there, enjoying the warmth of each
other's bodies and basking in the afterglow of  our fantastic
orgasms.  Finally, he broke the silence.  "Linda?"  I opened my
eyes and looked up at him.  "How would you feel about coming here
to live with me?"

That woke me up.  I sat up on my knees beside him.  It just
seemed like the natural thing to do so I grabbed his cock in my
right hand.  It was still soft, but immediately began to rise as
I fondled it.  "I don't know.  I think I would probably like it,
but my daddy would never let that happen.  He expects me to make
money for the family."

"Well, think about it.  I can probably solve the problem with
your daddy if I talk to him.  OOOH, damn that feels good."

He was all the way hard by now so I straddled him, centered him
on my cunt and rode him to an unbelievable orgasm for both of
us.

On the way back in the car we were both quiet for a while, each
of us centered on our own thoughts.  Finally, I broke the silence
 "If you were really serious about wanting me to come and live
with you, I think I would like that very much.  We would have to
be careful about it though, because if daddy ever found out where
we are, he would probably kill you and me both."

"Give me a few days to work things out and then I'll send for
you."  He dropped me off in front of my house and drove away.  I
wondered if he was being honest or if it would be just another of
the many disappointments I had experienced in my young life.

My father was furious that I hadn't been waiting for him at the
motel when he came to pick me up.  He calmed down a lot though
when I gave him six of the eight hundred dollars "massa" had
given me.  The other two hundred were in my shoe and I would
never tell him about that.

Two weeks dragged by and I had heard nothing from "massa" (for I
had come to think of him in that way).  I had learned a lot about
whoring in that time.  Laura had been a big help, telling me
things I could do to get a man off and out of the room as fast as
possible.  Still, I was barely making enough money to keep my dad
off my back.  Worse, he and Tom were still fucking me on a
regular basis.  My pussy was getting so sore it was even hard to
walk sometimes.

It was a Wednesday.  I had the day off.  My mother had insisted
that I needed some time to myself to keep from burning out.  My
dad wasn't happy about it but had finally relented.  I went to
the mall and just wandered around for a while, I ate lunch at the
food court (a burger, fries and a milkshake) and finally went to
a movie.  It was called "Jungle Fever" and was about a white
woman who hooked up with a black man.  They finally separated and
he accused her of having had nothing more than Jungle Fever.

When I finally walked into the house that afternoon there was a
strange white man in a suit sitting at the kitchen table with my
mom and dad.  They were poring over some papers that were laying
on the table.  I stood silently watching woncering what in the
world was going on.  Finally, my father picked up the pen that
was lying there and pushed it over to my mother who also signed
it.

The man picked up the papers and placed them in his briefcase. 
He then withdrew a long piece of paper that I recognized as a
check and handed it to my father.

I cleared my throat and they all looked my way.  For the first
time I really looked at the white man sitting there.  He was
tall, blond and looked to be in his early thirties.  His eyes
bore into me and shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot.  I knew
he was imagining what I would look like naked.

He was the first to speak.  "And you must be Linda."  He stood up
and approached me.  He held out his hand.  "I'm really glad to
meet you.  My name's Richard but my friends call me Dick."  I
extend my hand and he shook it vigorously.

"I'm glad to meet you, sir," I mumbled meekly.

My mother stood up.  I thought I saw a tear in the corner of her
eye.  "Linda, honey, you're going to be living with this nice man
for a while.  Why don't you run upstairs and pack a suitcase."

I was shocked.  How could they expect me to go live with this man
I had never even seen before?  What was going on?  I wasn't a
piece of property or a slave who could be sold.  Then I realized
with a sinking feeling that this was exactly what they had done.
They had sold me like they might sell a dog or a piece of
furniture.

I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of knowing how upset
I was so I just headed up the stairs.  I threw everything I could
think of into the suitcase since I didn't know how long I would
be gone.  I hoped I would never come back.   A glowing hatred had
burned itself into my brain.  How could my parents even think of
selling me?  After all, I'm their own flesh and blood.  God how I
hated them, but I knew I would never let them know it.  I went
back downstairs.

My mother was waiting at the bottom of the stairs.  I didn't
stand a chance.  She threw her arms around me in a big hug.  "I
can't believe it," she said.  "My little girl's got her very own
sugar daddy."  She actually sounded proud that they had turned me
into a complete slut.  Finally, she released me from her grip. 
"Now go give your daddy a kiss goodbye."

I obediently sat down the suitcase and walked woodenly to my
father.  He picked me up in his arms and attempted to kiss me on
the lips.  I turned my head to the side so that he would get only
my cheek.  When I did that is was able to look down at the table.
 The check was still laying there face up.  My eyes went wide. 
Fifty thousand dollars, they had sold me for fity thousand
dollars.

As we pulled away from the curb, I wondered what lay ahead.  The
man named Dick who was driving wasn't hard to look at, but I
wondered if he was mean.  Would he beat me?  Where, exactly were
we going.  He hadn't said a word since we left and the silence
was driving me crazy.

Chapter Seven

"Massa" and me

Coming soon...........



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