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Here is a new story called "Helen's Daughters" -- I hope you like it!

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Kelli

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WARNING: The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to 
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Its contents are of a 
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts between 
underage partners, rape, torture, sexual mutilation, and murder. It may 
contain extremely graphic language and descriptions of sexual acts that 
could be highly offensive to almost every reader. This story is intended for 
ADULTS only. If you are under the legal age of consent in your local 
jurisdiction, or if you are easily offended, STOP READING NOW. Feedback is 
appreciated from those who enjoy the story and find it stimulating.

HELEN'S DAUGHTERS

By Kelli Paine (kellipaine1979@hotmail.com)

Codes: MF nc rape


INTRODUCTION: A Typical Night for Helen

Helen was laying on her back with her legs wide apart while a man screwed 
her. He had been on top of her for ten minutes, and he was almost ready to 
cum. She raised her legs and wrapped them around her fucker, moaning like an 
animal as she tried to get the guy to finish. She had been turning tricks 
all night, and it was almost 3 AM and she had to go to work in five hours. 
She thrust her hips against the john's groin, putting her arms around him 
and whispering in his ear, "Oh god yes, please do it, I need it so bad." She 
licked his ear, and the man groaned as he ejaculated in her pussy. He pulled 
out of her and zipped up -- he hadn't bothered to take off his clothes -- 
and left the room. Helen lay there on the thin mattress, feeling the sweat 
between her breasts, feeling it trickle down into her armpits. This was her 
23rd trick of the night, and she could smell the semen leaking out of her 
cunt. The room smelled like a locker room, a mixture of sweat and sperm and 
body odors from all the men that had used her pussy for the past seven 
hours.

But Helen couldn't go home yet. The door to her room opened and a tall black 
man entered. By the time he took the three steps to the bed, he had unzipped 
his pants, and Helen spread her legs as he lay down on top of her. He didn't 
look at her -- he just stuck his cock up her snatch and started fucking her. 
He moved one hand up to her breast and got her nipple in his fingers and 
started twisting it, gripping it tighter and tighter as he thrust into her 
pussy. Her breast started to hurt, but she knew better than to say anything. 
She groaned, breathing faster, and felt the cock stiffen inside her. This 
guy liked to hurt girls while he fucked them, and she knew the fastest way 
to make it end was to get him to cum. She put her arms around him and rubbed 
her breasts against his chest, and he thrust faster and faster, but he was 
still hurting her tit. She gave a little yelp of pain as he pinched her 
nipple viciously, and he grunted like a pig and dumped his load in her 
vagina. He was off her and out of the room before she even opened her eyes.

The door opened again, and a man told Helen she could go home. He stepped 
over to the bed, and Helen opened her legs for him -- but not so he could 
fuck her. He had a thick was of bills in his hand, and he shoved it up her 
snatch, pushing it in until it disappeared inside her fuckhole. He wiped his 
scummy fingers in her hair, smearing some of the scum on her face as he 
grinned down at her. He was the manager of the brothel, and he had always 
given Helen her money this way, to degrade her and humiliate her. The other 
girls wouldn't stand for it, but Helen was such a submissive little slut, 
she never said a word.

After the manager left, Helen got up and put on her clothes, a miniskirt and 
a skimpy lace top, and black ankle strap pumps with 5-inch heels. She spread 
her legs, reaching under her short skirt and inserting four fingers in her 
vagina, trying to pull out the wad of money, but the bastard had stuffed it 
so far inside her, her whole hand was wet and sticky by the time she was 
able to get it all out. He always paid her in one-dollar bills, so the wad 
would be bigger and hurt more when he shoved it into her pussy. She smoothed 
out the bills and rubbed them on the mattress, trying to get the semen and 
cunt slime off of them.

Helen saw she had gotten cum stains on her skirt, and she licked her fingers 
and tried to clean it. Her room in the whorehouse didn't even have a 
bathroom or sink -- just a thin mattress on an old, broken-down metal bed -- 
so she couldn't wash her hands. She knew her pussy would leak all the way 
home, and she had some tissues in her purse to wipe the stains off the bus 
seat when she got to her stop. She left the brothel by the back door and 
walked to the bus stop. It was three blocks away, and her high heels made 
her ankles hurt before she had walked half a block, but all the girls at the 
whorehouse wore sexy shoes and Helen had to go along.

Helen was a whore. She was 30 years old, but she looked at least 40. Her 
skin was mottled and splotchy in places, and she had wrinkles and stretch 
marks across her stomach. She had a pretty face, but her blonde hair was 
stringy and dirty. Her small tits had stretch marks and sagged like bags 
half full of water, and when she lay on her back they almost disappeared. 
Her areolas were light brown and not very big -- but her nipples were 
something else. They were mismatched -- and each one was interesting. Her 
right nipple was thick and stubby, as big as the top joint of her thumb -- 
more than an inch long, with a deep split across the middle. The nipple was 
almost as large as the areola.

Helen's left nipple had a normal shape, and her breast didn't sag as much. 
The nipple stuck out lewdly, rounded at the tip, but obscenely long when it 
was erect. Her johns liked to chew on her nipples, and her tits had small 
scars where she had been bitten. She had thick blonde eyebrows, and her face 
was the face of a whore. Her eyes invited men to do dirty things to her, and 
her mouth and full lips were always open. Her smile could look sweet and 
youthful -- but then it would change a little, and she would look like the 
sluttiest little whore. She had several tattoos that her johns liked, but 
she had to keep them hidden under her clothes when she went to her other 
job.

Helen worked hard at the brothel every night, but she also had a day job as 
a computer programmer. She got home at 3:45 AM, and got about three hours' 
sleep before she had to get up and get ready to go to work. She was saving 
every penny so her two daughters could go to college, and also her son, if 
she could afford it. It was very important to Helen that she pay for her 
kids' college education -- she didn't want her daughters to be whores like 
her, working in a brothel every night, spreading their legs for any man that 
wanted to screw them.


CHAPTER 2: Helen's Perverted Family

On Saturday afternoon, Helen asked her two daughters to come in the living 
room so they could talk about college. Dara was 18, and had just graduated 
from high school. Laurel was 16, with two more years of high school before 
she would be ready for college. Helen's son Dillon was 14, and he was in the 
kitchen cleaning up after lunch.

Helen was only twelve years older than Dara -- and they were sisters as well 
as mother and daughter. Helen's father raped her when she was 12, and Dara 
was born nine months later. Her father raped Helen every day while she was 
pregnant, and almost caused her to lose her baby when he let ten of his 
friends rape her at a sex party when she was eight months pregnant. Dara was 
born, a month premature, when Helen went into labor after the all-night 
party, where she was forced to dance naked for the men, then lay on the 
floor while they took turns screwing her. She had a lot of bleeding, but she 
and Dara came through the ordeal successfully. Helen's father told people 
Dara was his niece whose parents had died, but didn't help Helen with taking 
care of the baby. Helen went back to school, finishing the sixth grade, and 
she thought her nightmare was over -- but she was wrong.

Her father continued to rape her after Dara was born. Helen got pregnant 
three times, and her father gave her abortions with a metal coathanger that 
he stuck deep in her vagina. But the fourth time, when she was 14, he 
decided he wanted another daughter, so he kept Helen home from school, as he 
had when she was pregnant with Dara. This time Helen was gang-raped at 
weekly sex parties every Saturday night, and her father sold her cunt to any 
man that wanted her -- for $10. The man could screw Helen as many times as 
he wanted, as long as he could get an erection. Helen spent every Saturday 
night on her back, servicing as many as forty men in one night -- but a lot 
of them screwed her twice or even three times, so she got penetrated more 
than 100 times at every party. Her vagina always started bleeding while she 
was being raped, and it took most of the week for her to recover enough to 
be ready for the next gang-bang. Her pussy was sore and raw, and she begged 
her father to let her rest, but the parties continued right up to Helen's 
ninth month. She did a party on a Saturday night, and gave birth to Laurel 
the next morning.

Helen refused to let her father keep raping her when she brought Laurel home 
from the hospital, and for a while it looked like she was safe -- but a year 
later, when she was 15, she caught him fondling three-year-old Dara in her 
crib. Helen ran away from home and went to live with her aunt in New Mexico. 
She met a man named Peter, and even though she told him about her two 
daughters and what her father had done to her, he wanted to marry her. They 
had a son, Dillon, the next year, but the marriage soured when Peter wanted 
Helen to help him earn extra money -- he wanted to pimp her to some black 
men for a sex party. Helen left, taking her three children and moving to 
Virginia. It was a hard struggle, but she had the help of her grandmother, 
and she finished school and became a chemist.

After 13 years in the chemical field, Helen wanted something new, so she 
went back to school and learned computer programming. Her first job was at 
the Washington Post, where she worked as a junior programmer for a 
contracting firm that had been hired to outsource a lot of the newspaper's 
programming. She moved to a townhouse in Manassas, and things looked good 
for a while -- but then she realized she wouldn't be able to afford to send 
her children to college, something she really wanted to do. She needed extra 
money, and there was only one way she could think of to get it.

She started hanging out in bars at night, picking up men and letting them 
screw her for whatever cash she could get, standing in doorways while men 
pulled up her skirt and fucked her, squatting in alleys and giving blowjobs 
for $10, anything to get some extra money. But she needed more johns, so she 
found a whorehouse in Manassas that would give her 20 percent of what the 
john paid. As long as she got screwed by a lot of men every night, that 
would be enough money to pay for her kids' education, so she started working 
at the brothel, trying to get home in time to get a little sleep before she 
had to go back to work at the Post.

Now it was time to explain to her daughters what was happening, and to plan 
for their future education.


CHAPTER 3: Helen's Daughters Learn the Truth

Dara was a plain girl with an average face. Her thick eyebrows and glasses 
didn't help her looks, and her body was nothing special -- 5 feet 5, 
somewhat chunky, with mousy brown hair and average breasts. She was 18, 
ready to start college in a few months.

Laurel was 16, and she was as beautiful as her sister was plain -- 5 feet 7, 
with long red hair and pale white skin, slim legs, and nice round breasts. 
She still had two more years of high school before she would be ready for 
college.

Helen was terrified that her daughters would lose all respect for her if she 
told them how she was earning extra money, but she knew she couldn't keep it 
a secret forever -- and it seemed better for her to tell them than for them 
to find out from someone else. If someone who knew her happened to see her 
leaving the whorehouse, it would surely get back to her girls.

She just started talking to them, telling them about her father, whom 
neither girl remembered because Helen had gotten them out of the house 
before he could start molesting them. Tears flooded Helen's eyes as she told 
Dara and Laurel what her father had done to her. Her face flushed deep red 
with embarrassment and shame, and she kept her eyes lowered as she spoke 
quietly, trying to get it all out before she broke down. When she finished, 
she started crying, her whole body shaking from retelling the bad 
experiences with her father. She was sure her daughters would hate her now.

Dara and Laurel sat for a moment, devastated by the things their mom had 
told them -- and then Laurel slipped out of her chair and sat at Helen's 
feet, wrapping her arms around her mother's legs and looking up at her. 
"Mom, there's nothing you could say to us that would make us stop loving 
you." Dara sat beside her mom on the sofa and put her arms around her. "You 
did what you had to do, Mom -- I'm so proud of you!"

Helen broke down completely, sobbing uncontrollably as she realized she 
hadn't lost her girls. She held them tight against her, and they all cried 
as they held each other. Finally they turned on the TV, not wanting Dillon 
to know what was going on, at least not until he was a little older.

Helen went to work as usual that night at the whorehouse, but this time she 
did something she had never imagined she could do -- she let her daughters 
see her when she was ready to go. She had always changed clothes and slipped 
out the back door after telling them she had to work late at the Post, but 
now she wanted them to know the truth about what she was doing, and that she 
was doing it for them.

Helen put on the lace top and miniskirt and high heels that she always wore 
for the whorehouse, then asked her daughters to come in her bedroom. Both 
girls were stunned to see their mom dressed that way, like a slut, but they 
understood why she did it -- men liked girls to dress like that. Helen 
kissed the girls and left.


CHAPTER 4: Dara and Laurel Try to Help Out

After Helen left, her daughters talked for a while, and decided to help 
their mom with paying their college costs. Neither of them had ever had a 
job, and they thought about trying to get jobs as waitresses or clerks, but 
those jobs didn't pay very much. But there was one job that did pay a lot, 
and they were qualified -- they were girls, and they were young and pretty, 
and those were the only requirements for this job.

The next night, Dara followed her mom when Helen left to go to the 
whorehouse. Dara had to be extra careful not to let her mom see her, and 
Dara almost missed getting off the bus when her mom suddenly darted out the 
door, but she made it. She walked a block behind Helen as her mom walked a 
long way from the bus stop, and finally turned into a dirty alley in a very 
bad part of town -- there was trash on the sidewalks, and people were 
standing in doorways smoking and looking around like they were confused.

Dara hurried up, and got into the alley in time to see her mom open a door 
in one of the buildings. She waited a few minutes, then went over to the 
door and opened it. There was a long hallway with doors, but she didn't see 
anybody. She walked down the hall to the end, and found a room with sofas 
and chairs like a waiting room, but nobody was there. Not knowing what to do 
next, she sat down and waited.

A man came in and saw her, and told her to get out. He took motioned to a 
door and told her to leave. Dara was scared, but she stood up and told the 
man her mom worked there and she wanted a job. The man asked who her mom 
was, and when Dara told him, he stared at her, then smiled tightly. "Your 
mom is a very good worker, angel, but do you know what we do here?" Dara 
felt her face turning red as she lowered her eyes and said yes. The man 
asked if she had ever had sex, and she shook her head. "But I'm a really 
fast learner and I really need the money. Can't you give me a chance?"

The man stood looking at her, and Dara decided to try another tack. "My 
sister Laurel wants to work here, too, if that's OK." The man kept staring 
at her, and she was about to dash out the door and go home when he suddenly 
sat down. He motioned her to sit on the sofa, and she sat down. "You can 
make a lot on money here, angel, but you have to work hard for it. Are you a 
hard worker?" Dara nodded quickly, and the man grinned. "Are you a virgin, 
angel?" She lowered her eyes and nodded, and the man looked at her, moving 
his eyes down to her feet and back up to her face. "What about your sister?" 
Dara nodded again, and the man seemed to make a decision. He stood up, and 
so did Dara. He put his arm around her shoulder, and she wanted to pull away 
but didn't, thinking she had better get used to men touching her. He walked 
her over to the door. "OK, kid, come back tomorrow night and bring your 
sister. I want both of you to wear tank tops and short skirts and high heels 
-- nothing else. No underwear. Be here at 9 and we'll see what happens." He 
opened the door and gave Dara a little push, and she was on the sidewalk in 
front of the building. She hurried to get home and tell Laurel they had jobs 
now.


CHAPTER 5: Dara Earns Some Money

Helen's daughters didn't have any clothes like the man had told Dara to 
wear, so they went to the mall and bought skimpy tops and miniskirts, and 
some red 4-inch high heels. Both girls had trouble keeping their balance in 
the shoes, but the man had said they had to wear them. They took the clothes 
home and hid them in their rooms. That night Helen left at 7:30 as usual, 
and Dara and Laurel changed into their slut clothes and left an hour later. 
They went down the alley and into the whorehouse, and the man met them and 
took them into one of the rooms. There was nothing in the room except an old 
bed, with a stained, smelly mattress on it. The man told them they would 
each be working in a room like this one, but tonight was special -- he was 
going to auction off their virginity to the highest bidder. Having two 
virgins available meant a good chance for him to make a lot of money, and he 
told them they would get the regular rate of ten percent to keep. The girls 
smiled at each other, completely unaware that they would be getting half of 
the usual amount a whore gets to keep when she works in a brothel.

The man wanted to auction Dara first, because she wasn't as pretty as 
Laurel. He took both girls up to the second floor of the building, to a 
larger room where there were about 40 men sitting in folding chairs. There 
was a small stage there, and the girls were led up the two steps to stand on 
the stage where the men could see them. They were holding hands, nervous, 
not knowing what was going to happen, but it would be worth it to help their 
mom with the costs of college.

The man told Dara to take off her top. Her face reddened as she obeyed, 
dropping the flimsy top on the stage. Her breasts weren't very pretty, 
sagging a bit even though she was only 18. Her body was slightly chunky, and 
this became more obvious when the man told her to take off her skirt. Dara 
slipped it off and dropped it on the floor, and stood there naked. She 
shifted her feet nervously, tottering a little in her high heels, and tried 
to cover her breasts and pussy with her hands, but the man told her to stand 
up straight, and she put her arms at her sides. A man in the crowd yelled, 
"Fifty bucks!" Other men started calling out amounts, and the bidding for 
Dara quickly got up to $500. After a few minutes, she was sold to a short 
black man for $750 and she smiled -- she had already made $75 on her first 
night! Her buyer came up on the stage, and the manager offered to escort him 
to one of the rooms, but he told the manager he wanted to take Dara's 
virginity right there, with the other men watching.


CHAPTER 6: Dara Gets Deflowered

Dara's eyes widened with surprise and fear -- she had assumed she would be 
alone with the man while he made love to her. She looked at the manager, but 
he was telling her buyer to go ahead! The men in the room stood up and 
crowded forward, surrounding the small stage and making noises like hungry 
animals. She was afraid, but she knew she had to go ahead or she wouldn't 
get any money. She faced the man who had bought her, and tried to smile at 
him. He stood in front of her, barely taller than she was, and put his arms 
on her shoulders -- and then he slapped her. Dara gasped, and would have 
fallen down if the man hadn't held her up. He punched her in her stomach, 
and she doubled over with pain. The man grabbed her head and thrust his 
groin into her face, and she could feel his cock inside his pants. He stood 
her up, and she glared at him. "Why did you do that?!" The man grinned at 
her. "Because you're a whore, and this is what happens to whores." Dara felt 
anger welling up inside her, and she opened her mouth to tell this little 
bastard to leave her alone -- but he slapped her again, and she fell down on 
the stage. The men were all cheering as she sat there with her breasts 
hanging out, tears streaming down her cheeks from anger and embarrassment 
and humiliation. This wasn't how she thought it would be.

The man pulled Dara to her feet again, and told the manager he wanted her 
sister to help him. The manager shoved Laurel over next to Dara and told her 
to do whatever the man said. The man jerked Laurel's skirt down around her 
knees, then pulled her top up around her neck so the men could see 
everything she had. Laurel had tears in her eyes, but she was too frightened 
to do anything. The man told her to stand behind Dara, right up against her 
sister. Laurel obeyed, and the man told her to put her arms around her 
sister and cup Dara's breasts. Laurel did as she was told, trembling with 
embarrassment. The man said raggedly, "Lift them up, like you're offering 
them to me. Play with the nipples."

Laurel lifted Dara's breasts and ran her thumbs over the nipples, feeling 
them stiffen as Dara stood there rigidly. The man was standing in front of 
Dara so he could watch what Laurel was doing to her tits. He put his hand 
down between Dara's legs and forced them apart, then started playing with 
her slit. Dara groaned quietly and closed her eyes. She was afraid of this 
man, and all the other men, and she didn't want to do this -- but at the 
same time she was excited, and she felt her pussy start to get wet. She was 
mortified that her body betrayed her like that, and the man noticed it 
immediately. He held up his hand so the men could see Dara's juices 
glistening on his fingers. "Bitch is all hot!" The men cheered again as he 
wiped his fingers in Dara's hair. He told Laurel to lift Dara's tits higher, 
and her took Dara's nipples in his fingers and started to pinch them. Dara's 
whole body jerked with revulsion, but Laurel whispered in her ear, telling 
her they had to do this. Dara bit her lip and stood there while the man 
played with her tits. He pulled her nipples up sharply, and Dara stood on 
tiptoe, trying to ease the pain in her breasts. "Stand up straight, pussy," 
the man growled at her as he twisted her areolas and made her yelp in pain.

The men in the room were chanting, "Fuck her! Fuck her!" Dara's eyes were 
wide with fear as her owner shoved Laurel back and whirled Dara around. 
Laurel fell to her knees and watched, stunned, as the man took out a pair of 
handcuffs and locked them around Dara's wrists behind her back, then whirled 
her around again and held her by her breasts. "You're going to like this a 
lot, angel." He pulled down hard on her tits, and Dara went down on her 
knees. He shoved her down flat on her back on the stage and forced her legs 
apart as he unzipped his pants. His cock was already hard, and he got 
between Dara's legs and inserted his erection in her slit. Dara realized 
suddenly that her lifelong dream of losing her virginity to her boyfriend or 
husband was going to be shattered -- and then she screamed as her owner 
thrust into her, deflowering her with one hard stroke. The men all cheered 
when they saw some blood trickling out of Dara's cunt -- this little slut 
really was a virgin! They watched her jerking back and forth as her owner 
gave her a good fucking.

Dara couldn't believe this was happening to her -- laying here naked, with a 
lot of men watching while she got fucked. The handcuffs were cutting into 
her back, and her wrists were twisted painfully, but the man on top of her 
just kept ramming his cock into her pussy. She had a sharp pain between her 
legs, and she was terrified that her vagina might have been damaged when the 
cock was forced inside her. Dara wanted to have lots of children, and she 
didn't want this man to do anything to her that would cause problems. She 
just wanted to earn some money to help her mom with her college costs.

The man screwed Dara for about ten minutes, and then he started breathing 
faster and Dara thought he was going to pull out of her. That's what her 
girlfriends had told her -- their boyfriends pulled out and dumped their 
loads on the girls' stomachs or their legs, so they wouldn't get pregnant, 
and Dara thought that's what this man would do. She started to panic when he 
grunted and she felt his cock throbbing heavily in her vagina. She tried to 
push him off, but with her arms pinned behind her, there was nothing she 
could do. He thrust deep into her and held her hips hard against his groin, 
and Dara closed her eyes as she felt the wetness of his cum spurting into 
her pussy. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she realized she had been 
fucked by a man she didn't even know, and now she might get pregnant because 
he had sex with her and didn't use any protection. She had never taken birth 
control pills because she knew she wasn't going to have sex until she met 
the right guy, and it was the same for Laurel. She felt disgusted and 
ashamed of herself, and she was crying quietly as the man finished with her 
and pulled his cock out of her pussy.

He stood up and squeezed out a little more of his semen, and it dripped down 
on Dara's breasts. "You're a pretty good fuck, angel, but you're not very 
pretty." He looked down at her, and suddenly he spat on her, right in her 
face. Dara gasped and closed her eyes, but she could feel the saliva in her 
eyes and on her cheek. She could gear the men laughing at her as she lay 
there with spit on her face and sperm dripping out of her pussy.

She was just glad it was over. This was awful, and she was never going to do 
anything like it again, and she was glad it was finally over. She looked up 
at the man, waiting for him to take off the handcuffs so she could get 
dressed and get out of this awful place.


CHAPTER 7: Things Get Worse for Dara

Dara's owner stood over her, grinning at her as he zipped up his pants. He 
still hadn't removed her handcuffs, and she asked him if she could get up 
now. He just kept grinning at her -- and then she saw more men coming up the 
steps onto the stage. The first man unzipped his pants -- and that was when 
Dara realized what was going to happen to her. All these men were going to 
have sex with her, one after the other, and there was nothing she could do, 
no way she could protect herself. She looked over at Laurel, panic in her 
eyes, and Laurel moved toward the edge of the stage slowly, thinking she 
might be able to get out the door -- but Dara's owner saw her, and grabbed 
Laurel's arm. "Hey, guys, this little cunt wants to go get help for her 
sister -- what do you think? Should we let her go?" The men started 
laughing, and Laurel was led over to where Dara was laying on the floor. One 
of the men had started fucking her, and Dara had tears of humiliation in her 
eyes as she looked up at Laurel desperately. Dara's owner moved Laurel so 
she was standing next to Dara's head, with a good view of her sister getting 
screwed. He stood behind Laurel and wrapped his arms around her waist and 
whispered in her ear, "Now you can see how much fun your sister is having."

Laurel was crying as she watched the man fucking her sister. He finished 
quickly, dumping his load in Dara's pussy, and when he stood up, Dara's 
owner asked him to come around and hold Laurel while the next man took his 
place between Dara's legs. The man held Laurel from behind, and she could 
hear his heavy breathing from just having fucked her sister. He put his 
hands on Laurel's hips and pulled her ass back into his groin, and rubbed 
his softening cock over her ass as she squirmed with embarrassment. The man 
fucking Dara finished, and he came and held onto Laurel while the next man 
got down between Dara's legs.

Dara lost count of the number of men that fucked her. None of them looked at 
her -- they treated her like a piece of meat, laying on top of her and 
sticking their cocks inside her and raping her roughly. After about twenty 
of the men had fucked her, one of them cleaned out her cunt -- he stuck his 
hand in her vagina and scooped out a huge glob of semen. He brought his hand 
up to her face, and Dara started whining like a little girl as he smeared 
the scummy juices all over her face. "No please don't oh god please don't." 
She stopped talking as the man smeared some of the foul-smelling semen over 
her lips, and poked some of it into her mouth. He made sure to deposit a 
glob of warm cum on her nostrils, then held her mouth closed so she had to 
inhale it when she breathed. Dara had no choice but to sniff the sperm up 
her nose and swallow it, gagging and coughing as she caught the terrible 
odor of it. The man grinned at her and pinched her nipples as the next man 
in line got down between her legs.

By the time all the men had fucked her, Dara's pussy was again full of semen 
-- she felt bloated from all the cum inside her body. Her owner reached down 
between her legs and put a wood clothespin on her pussy lips, making her 
yelp with pain, and then he put two more of them down there. He pulled her 
to her feet, and she wobbled as she tried to keep her balance in her high 
heels. She was exhausted from being penetrated more than 40 times, and she 
could feel the semen moving down inside her body, filling her vagina and 
making her feel like she needed to pee. The clothespins were cutting into 
the soft flesh of her vaginal lips, and she stood with her legs apart to try 
to ease the pain. Her wrists were still cuffed behind her, forcing her to 
stand up straight -- and making her breasts stick out.

Her owner held Dara by her nipples and told her what was going to happen 
next. "We're done with you for the moment, angel, but we want you to watch 
your little sister have some fun." He walked Dara over to the edge of the 
stage and forced her down on her knees, with her legs apart. "I know those 
clothespins hurt, but we wouldn't want you to lose all that nice warm sperm 
you've got in your cunt, would we?" He laughed at her and pinched her 
nipples, then went and opened the doors of the room. The men who had 
participated in Dara's deflowering left, and a new group of men came in for 
Laurel's auction. They cheered when the manager went up on the stage and 
stood beside Laurel.


CHAPTER 8: Laurel Earns Some Money

Laurel's skirt was still around her knees, and her top was pushed up around 
her neck. The manager jerked her skirt down to her ankles and told her to 
step out of it, then told her to take off her top. He kicked her clothes 
over to the side of the stage, and Laurel stood there totally naked, wearing 
nothing but her red high heels. The men made a low growling sound, like 
hungry animals, and Laurel lowered her eyes and covered her nakedness with 
her arms -- but the manager slapped her across her round little ass and told 
her to put her arms at her sides. She did as she was told, exposing her 
perfect breasts and the light auburn pubic hair between her legs. The 
manager reached out and pinched her nipples a little, and they stiffened 
immediately, sticking out like little cocks. Her areolas were small and 
light pink and swollen, capped by erect nipples as big as the top joint on 
her little finger. She had freckles across her breasts and on her face and 
down her arms and legs, and they showed up because her skin was such a pale 
white, like milk. Her waist was very slim and her legs were very long, and 
every man in the room wanted just one thing: to force her legs apart and 
force his cock up her snatch.

The manager announced that the bidding for Laurel would start at $200, but 
the price quickly rose to $500, then $1,000 as the men bid for the chance to 
destroy her virginity. The bidding passed $1,500 and was headed toward 
$2,000 when it got down to just two men, and both of them really wanted 
Laurel. Finally the short Mexican man won, paying $2,300 for the girl. 
Laurel was thrilled that she had earned $230, a lot more than Dara did -- 
but now she had to let this ugly man make love to her. He came up on the 
stage, and he had oily brown skin and pimples all over his face. He was 
shorter than Laurel, and he stood in front of her and grinned up at her. 
"You like this, girl?" He reached out and pinched her nipple, and Laurel 
slapped his hand away and covered her breasts with her arms.

The man punched Laurel in her stomach, knocking her down. Her legs splayed 
open as she hit the stage hard, and she burst into tears, looking up at her 
owner angrily. He took two steps to stand beside her, then unzipped his 
pants and took out his cock. Laurel stared at him, not believing that he was 
just going to fuck her right there -- and suddenly he started pissing on 
her. Laurel gasped in disgust as the warm yellow stream hit her in the face, 
and she was too startled to do anything except sit there, gasping for breath 
as the urine splashed down over her breasts and puddled on the stage between 
her legs. When he was finished using her body as a toilet, he dropped his 
pants down around his ankles, then straddled her and squatted, with his ass 
spreading open above her face. "Lick me, bitch." Laurel tried to push him 
away, but he reached down and got her nipples in his fingers and held her. 
Pain shot through Laurel's breasts as the man gripped her sensitive nipples, 
rolling them between his fingers to show her that he was controlling her 
completely.


CHAPTER 9: Laurel Gets Deflowered

She raised her head a little and brushed her tongue lightly over the man's 
buttock, then gasped in pain as he tightened his grip on her nipples. "My 
ass, bitch, lick my ass -- stick your sweet hot tongue in my asshole." 
Laurel felt her stomach lurch as the horrible odor of the man's anus filled 
her nostrils. He squatted lower, and her face was buried between his ass 
cheeks. He ground his ass into her face as she struggled to free herself, 
but she was pinned down by his weight on her. In desperation, Laurel poked 
her tongue into the man's anus several times, hitting his hips as hard as 
she could with her fists. He stood up and grinned at the other men. "She's 
such a little hottie!" The men roared with laughter as Laurel's owner lifted 
her to her feet.

He motioned to the manager, and a wood box was brought up the steps to the 
stage. It was just big enough for Laurel to get on her hands and knees, and 
it was about two feet high. Laurel was positioned on the box, and her owner 
forced her legs apart so her virgin pussy was completely exposed. He gripped 
her hips with both hands, put the head of his cock against her slit -- and 
deflowered her with one hard stroke. He thrust so hard that Laurel's hands 
slipped off the box, and she fell forward. The edge of the box cut into her 
stomach as she tried to catch herself, and she felt the sharp pain of 
splinters in her skin -- the box was so roughly made, it had unfinished 
edges that were full of splinters. She scrambled back up on the box, getting 
more splinters in her hands. Her breasts brushed across the edge of the box, 
and she yelped as some splinters poked into the soft undersides of her tits. 
Her owner grinned as he noticed a little stream of blood leaking out of her 
pussy and down her pale white thighs. He pointed at the blood and the men 
cheered and applauded. He pulled Laurel against him and penetrated her 
again, then started to screw her hard.

Laurel was crying as she tried to keep her balance on top of the box. She 
had lost her virginity to this filthy man, just for some money, and she felt 
soiled and dirty. Her hands and knees were bleeding where splinters had 
penetrated her skin, and every stroke of the cock in her pussy drove more 
splinters into her.

Finally the man finished, pulling her hips against him as he thrust deep 
inside her and filled her vagina with his thick, ropey sperm. He wasn't 
using a condom, and  Laurel knew she might get pregnant if she didn't douch 
soon, but that would be the first thing she did when she got out of this 
horrible place. She just needed to hang on until all these men were done 
with her and she could go home and forget this happened.

Laurel's owner motioned to the other men in the room, and they came trooping 
up on the stage to fuck Laurel. After the first man in line stuck his cock 
in Laurel's pussy and started fucking her, her owner led the second man in 
line around in front of Laurel, with his back to Laurel. He told the man to 
drop his pants and bend over, then pushed him back until his ass cheeks were 
against Laurel's face. He told Laurel to lick the man's ass, and Laurel 
refused. Her owner reached down and pinched her nipples as hard as he could, 
and Laurel screamed in pain. She glared up at her owner, then buried her 
face between the other man's buttocks.

This became the pattern for Laurel's deflowering -- each man started in 
front of her, with her licking his ass and sucking his rectum, then moved 
around behind her and gave her a good fucking. Some of the men reached 
around behind them while she was licking their asses, and grabbed her ears 
and forced her face deeper between their ass cheeks. Laurel had small brown 
bits of feces on her cheeks and her nose as she kissed the mens' asses.

When they finally finished with her, Laurel's cunt was leaking a steady 
stream of sperm down her thighs. She had been penetrated more than 50 times, 
and her vagina was bloated with cum. Before any more semen leaked out of 
her, Laurel's owner put four wood clothespins on her pussy lips to hold the 
warm cum in her cunt. The pain brought tears to Laurel's eyes, but she 
thought she could stand it because now at least they were finished fucking 
her.


CHAPTER 9: Dara and Laurel Get a Bad Surprise

Laurel was told to get down from the box, and she picked up more splinters 
as she climbed down and stood on the stage. The box was removed, and Dara 
was told to stand up and join her sister. Both girls were sweating heavily 
from their ordeal, and Laurel still had little flecks of shit on her face 
from the mens' asses she had licked. They stood side by side, naked, in 
their high heels, shifting their feet nervously, glad they were finally done 
with this awful thing.

The manager told them they could get dressed, and the girls put on their 
skirts and tops. The manager gave them their money in cash, but he told them 
they had to leave the clothespins on their pussy lips until they got home. 
He said he was going to go with them, to be sure they didn't try to take 
them off sooner.

He took them out the back door of the whorehouse into they alley, but as 
they started for the street, some men stepped out of the shadows. Dara and 
Laurel stopped, not sure what was going on -- and the manager went over to 
the men and one of them handed him some money. As he went back into the 
brothel, Dara realized what was going on. She grabbed her sister's hand and 
started to run toward the street, but the men grabbed them before they could 
get away. The whorehouse manager had decided to make some extra money, so he 
sold the girls to these men -- and kept all the money for himself. Dara told 
the men she and her sister just wanted to go home, and Laurel clung to her 
as the men circled around them. "Not quite yet, angel," said one of them. 
"We want to play with you first." Laurel started crying, and Dara felt her 
face flush with humiliation as she realized what the men wanted to do to her 
and Laurel.

The man buckled a slave collar around each girl's neck, and attached 
ten-foot leather leashes to metal rings on the collars. Then he handed the 
leashes to two of the other men, and the girls were led out of the alley 
onto the sidewalk. When they were on the street, two of the men reached for 
the girls' skirts and pulled them down around their ankles. The men kept 
pulling Dara and Laurel on their leashes, but the girls kept tripping on 
their skirts until they kicked them away, leaving them naked below their 
breasts. People on the street stopped to look at the girls, and Dara could 
see them pointing at the clothespins between her legs.
One of the men pulled Laurel's top down around her waist, then did the same 
for Dara -- and both girls were naked, with their breasts and cunts 
completely exposed. The men walked them along like dogs on a leash, jerking 
them ahead when they tried to stop or hide in a doorway.


CHAPTER 10: Dara and Laurel Go Shopping

The men led them into a large department store, and all the shoppers stared 
as Dara and Laurel were pulled down the main aisle on their leashes. Both 
girls were covering their tits and pussies with their hands, so one of the 
men took out a short length of twine and tied Laurel's hands behind her, 
then did the same for Dara. The girls were now unable to cover themselves at 
all, and stumbled down the aisle in their high heels as their breasts 
jiggled with each step. They kept their eyes lowered in shame and 
humiliation as the men walked them all the way to the back wall of the 
store, then turned them around and paraded them up the aisle as everybody 
stared at them.

They stopped in the Housewares area when one of the men noticed some plastic 
buckets. He took two of them down and set them on the floor, then told Dara 
and Laurel to stand over them, with the buckets between their legs. Some 
shoppers gathered in the aisle to watch what was going on, and Laurel saw a 
girl from her high school class looking at her. Laurel felt her face 
flushing a deep red with embarrassment and shame as she saw the expression 
on her friend's face -- the look respectable people give when they see a 
slut or a whore. Laurel died a little, knowing the girl was looking at her 
breasts and her pussy with the clothespins still holding her vaginal lips 
closed tight.

The men told Dara and Laurel to squat over their buckets, then reached down 
between their legs and started removing the clothespins from their cunts. 
There was a huge gush of sperm as Dara's vagina emptied itself into her 
bucket, and more dripped out of her slowly, as Laurel's twat was opened and 
another gush of semen filled the bucket between her open legs. The girls had 
to stay in position, squatting over their buckets, for several minutes while 
all the scummy jism leaked out of their genitals. The buckets were more than 
half full when the girls were finally allowed to stand up, after all the 
sperm and vaginal fluids had oozed out of their cunts.

Two men picked up the buckets and told the girls to get down on their knees. 
Dara and Laurel obeyed, fearing what was going to come next, and it was just 
as bad as they were afraid it might be: they were told to drink the 
foul-smelling mess from the buckets. The two men positioned the buckets 
against the girls' lips, then tilted them and both girls started to gulp 
down the semen as fast as they could. The men kept the buckets tilted so the 
flow of sperm was continuous, but Dara and Laurel couldn't drink it fast 
enough, and some of the thick semen leaked out and ran down over their 
breasts and down between their legs. The men stopped long enough for the 
little whores to catch their breath, then jammed the buckets against their 
lips and started pouring the semen down their throats again. The girls 
swallowed huge gulps of the warm sperm, but then Laurel gagged on it and 
coughed, spewing some jism that landed on Dara's breasts. Dara flinched, and 
her mouth moved off the bucket and a big glob of cum flooded down over her 
tits until she could get her mouth back in place and start swallowing again. 
Before the buckets were empty, the men stopped pouring, and raised the 
buckets above the girls' heads -- then dumped the remaining sperm in their 
hair. The thick juices oozed down, coating their faces and dripping off 
their chins onto their breasts. The girls were told to stand up, and the men 
marched them on up the aisle.

At the front of the store, near the checkout counters, the men decided to 
fuck the girls. They forced Dara to bend forward at the waist, and a man 
stood behind her and unzipped his pants. He forced his cock up her snatch as 
Dara teetered in her high heels, struggling to keep from falling down, her 
hands still tied behind her. Another man bent Laurel forward and penetrated 
her, and the two girls got screwed right there with a crowd of shoppers 
watching. Nobody did anything to stop it -- they just watched, with some of 
them laughing and pointing. Dara's fucker grunted as he ejaculated in her 
pussy, and Laurel's fucker dumped his load a few moments later. The men 
zipped up, and the girls were led out the front door of the store with 
strings of semen down their legs, and their faces and breasts still thickly 
coated with the sperm that had been poured over their heads.


CHAPTER 11: Fucking For Free

The men paraded the girls down the sidewalk as people stared at them and 
pointed. When they got back to the alley that led to the back door of the 
whorehouse, the men decided to make some money of their own. They released 
the girls' hands, then made Dara and Laurel bend over two old metal garbage 
cans. The cans had no lids, and the girls could smell the rotting garbage as 
they waited for the next awful thing to happen to them. Both cans were 
overflowing with garbage, and Dara realized they were from the whorehouse -- 
she could smell the salty odor that comes from used tampons and sanitary 
napkins, and she realized her breasts were buried in a pile of human filth. 
She whispered to Laurel, and Laurel raised herself a little, so she could 
look down into the can, and she saw four used condoms dangling from her 
breasts -- they had been on top of the garbage can, and the sticky cum had 
leaked out and stuck to her tits. She frantically yanked them off her 
breasts and dropped them back in the can, but then she saw the bloody 
tampons -- there were so many of them, all oozing menstrual blood, and her 
breasts had streaks of blood across them. She tried to wipe off the blood, 
but one of the men shoved her back down on top of the can, and she closed 
her eyes and started crying. She could feel the wetness of the tampons, and 
the condoms with their loads of semen leaking out, and her stomach heaved in 
disgust.

Dara raised herself a little, and saw some shit on her breasts -- a street 
person or somebody had used the garbage can as a toilet, and the shit was 
all over Dara's tits. Her lips twisted with disgust as she tried to wipe off 
her breasts, but then one of the men shoved her back down, and she felt the 
shit oozing around her tits as she lay on top of the garbage can. She closed 
her eyes and cried quietly, smelling the horrible odor of the feces she was 
laying in, along with the strong salty smell from the sperm leaking out of 
the used condoms in the can.

Some of the men had gone back out on the sidewalk to offer Dara and Laurel 
to anybody that wanted to screw them, and brought back three men. Two of 
them unzipped and got up close behind the girls, then penetrated them at the 
same time. Laurel's fucker gave her several hard strokes and ejaculated 
quickly, but the man in Dara's pussy fucked her for a long time before he 
was ready to cum. He dumped his load inside her, then gave her a slap on her 
ass as he zipped up. Both men paid $5, and walked back to the street 
smiling. Five more men had been rounded up, and they took their turns with 
Dara and Laurel. Dara could feel the edge of the garbage can cutting into 
her thighs as she lay across it, and Laurel had her arms around her can, 
trying to hold on and not fall over while the men were screwing her.


CHAPTER 12: Something Worse Than Getting Fucked

But Laurel's fourth fucker kept shoving against her, and finally the can 
tipped over, and her with it. Laurel gasped as she hit the concrete hard, 
hurting her hip as contents of the garbage can spilled out all over her. She 
was flat on her back in the alley, her face and breasts covered with used 
condoms, bloody tampons, and sanitary napkins. She started crying, but there 
were five more men waiting to screw her, and the next man in line just got 
down on top of her and forced her legs apart. He stared into her eyes as he 
penetrated her, then grunted like an animal as he started to rape her. There 
were some used condoms sticking to her tits, and her fucker picked one up 
and tried to stuff it in her mouth. Laurel clamped her lips tightly and 
turned her head away, but the man just held her nostrils closed until she 
had to open her mouth to breathe, and he forced the sticky condom in her 
mouth. She gagged as he tried to force it down her throat, and tried to bite 
his finger, but he slapped her hard. He picked up another soiled condom, 
this one almost full of semen, and held it over her mouth as she gasped for 
breath. He squeezed the sperm out into Laurel's mouth, and when the condom 
was empty, he stuffed it in there too. Laurel was gagging and coughing as 
the man picked up a third condom, and again squeezed the sticky load of 
semen into Laurel's mouth as she tried to breathe.

The man kept fucking her all the time he was stuffing the condoms in her 
mouth, and when he was ready to cum, he pulled out of her cunt and quickly 
forced his erection into her mouth. He held her by her ears as he gave her a 
few more strokes, fucking her mouth like it was a cunt, and then he grunted 
with satisfaction as he ejaculated. Laurel was forced to swallow his cum, 
and she realized she had swallowed at least one of the condoms. She gulped 
down the sperm as fast as she could, and felt a second condom sliding down 
her throat. Her stomach heaved as she realized what had happened, and she 
tried to shove the man off of her, but he was still cumming. When he 
finished, he took his cock out of her mouth, and Laurel put two fingers in 
her mouth and pulled out the last condom and flung it across the alley 
angrily. She glared up at her fucker, but he just grinned and wiped his cock 
in her hair. "You know you love it, bitch -- love the taste of nice warm 
cum." Laurel started crying again as the next man got down between her legs.

Dara's fuckers had been screwing her as she lay across her garbage can, but 
finally one of them tipped it over, and she ended up on her back next to her 
sister, covered with used tampons and condoms. The next man that screwed 
Dara picked up one of the bloody tampons and tried to put it in her mouth, 
but Dara screamed and tried to slap him. The man used his fist to punch 
Dara's face, breaking her nose, and her head fell back against the concrete. 
Her mouth was hanging open, and the man inserted a bloody tampon and closed 
her mouth around it, leaving the string dangling down Dara's chin. "Suck it, 
bitch." Tears of pain and humiliation were streaming out of Dara's eyes as 
she stared up at her fucker, and in her confusion, she involuntarily did 
what he had told her, then gagged as she tasted the blood in her mouth. She 
tried to spit out the tampon, but it landed on her chest, and the man picked 
it up and ran it over her breasts, poking it against her nipples and 
watching them get stiff. "You like the taste of tampons, huh?" He grinned 
down at her, then picked up another soiled tampon. It was oozing fresh 
menstrual blood, and Dara grimaced as she looked up at her fucker.

She tried to sound seductive as she spoke to him quietly. "Please don't do 
that to me... you can fuck me all you want... I'll wrap my legs around you 
and give you such a good time... just please don't do that." Her voice 
trailed off into a whimper as the man held the bloody tampon over her face. 
He ran it over her forehead, leaving a trail of blood as she closed her eyes 
in disgust, then brushed it down her cheeks, and finally caressed her closed 
lips with the tampon. "Open your mouth, little angel, and I'll give you a 
treat." Dara's lips twisted with revulsion as she felt the tampon being 
forced into her mouth. Her insides lurched with horror as she felt the 
bloody tampon on her tongue. She lay there with her whole body rigid with 
loathing, wanting it to be over -- and then the man started to take the 
tampon out of her mouth, and Dara thought he was going to be kind to her. 
But then she groaned as he forced it back in, and she realized he was 
fucking her with the tampon, like her mouth was a cunt and the tampon was a 
cock. She felt the blood on her lips as the tampon moved in and out, and 
then the man raised her disgust to a new level. "Suck on it, bitch -- suck 
on it like it's a nice big cock and you're a slutty little whore. Give it a 
nice blowjob." He moved the tampon, in and out, and Dara tried to suck on 
it, but a gush of blood oozed out of the tampon into her mouth, and she 
almost vomited. "Swallow it, angel, like a good little cocksucker." Dara 
gagged, coughing explosively as she tried to swallow the menstrual blood, 
but she finally was able to get it down. The man pulled the tampon out of 
her mouth, and it was barely red at all -- practically all the blood had 
leached out into Dara's mouth. The girl stared at the tampon, her brain 
buzzing as she tried to accept the reality of what had just happened to her.


CHAPTER 13: A New Humiliation for Dara and Laurel

There were ten men waiting in line to screw Dara and Laurel, and they all 
took their turns, laying on top of the girls in the alley. When they were 
finished, the man who had abused Dara with the tampon wanted to stick one in 
Laurel's mouth, too -- and he paid $50 to use both girls at the same time. 
He gathered the used tampons from the garbage cans and where they had 
spilled in the alley, and picked up some used condoms that still had semen 
in them. The two girls were then told to sit up on their elbows, so they 
were still laying in the alley side by side, but their heads were upright so 
all the men could watch.

Dara's fucker took a bloody tampon in each hand and held them in front of 
the girls' faces. Laurel was crying quietly, and Dara was glaring at the 
man. He brushed the tampons across the girls' lips, and the girls jerked 
their heads away. Two men came up and got behind the girls and held their 
heads in place with both hands, and as the girls struggled to get loose, 
Dara's fucker forced the tampons into their mouths. He told them to clamp 
their lips tight around the tampons, and the men holding their heads gave 
them a hard squeeze that made the girls grunt with pain. Dara closed her 
lips around the tampon in her mouth, and the man slid it in and out, fucking 
her as the blood seeped out of the tampon into her mouth. She had to swallow 
it, and the taste of the menstrual blood made her gag again and again as she 
endured the humiliation.

Laurel tried to keep her mouth wide open, but the man behind her hit her on 
the side of her head with his fist, and she was dazed as she tightened her 
lips around the tampon. It slid in and out of her mouth, and the man told 
her to suck it. Laurel obeyed, and a gush of warm menstrual blood oozed out 
of the tampon. She swallowed it reflexively, then gagged as the taste and 
the smell hit her. She made a little wailing sound as the man fucked her 
mouth, sliding the tampon deep into her mouth and then pulling it almost all 
the way out before he shoved it back in.

When both girls had sucked most of the blood out of their tampons, the man 
told them to swallow them -- swallow the tampons. Dara looked up at him with 
deep anger on her face, and Laurel just looked completely disgusted. The man 
nodded to the two men holding the girls' heads, and each girl received a 
hard punch on the side of her head. The man shoved the tampons deep into 
their mouths, and the girls tried to swallow them. They kept gagging on the 
thick tampons, and their stomachs were lurching at the very idea of having 
such filthy things in their mouths. The man was holding onto the tampons 
strings as they disappeared into the girls' mouths little by little, and 
just as Dara almost got her tampon down her throat, the man pulled on the 
string -- and the tampon emerged from Dara's mouth as she gagged heavily, 
then leaned forward and vomited on her own breasts.

Laurel was struggling, trying to swallow her tampon as Dara threw up. Laurel 
actually got the tampon almost past her throat before the man dragged it 
back out of her, making her gag and cough. As the tampon came out of her 
mouth, Laurel vomited, and the mess ran down over her breasts into her pubic 
hair.

While Dara was coughing and trying to clear her mouth, the man stuffed some 
used condoms up her snatch, then did the same for Laurel. He told the girls 
to leave the condoms in their vaginas until they got home. He made sure one 
or two of the condoms were hanging out of each girl's cunt as she stood up. 
He told them they were through for the night, and they could go home.

Dara asked for their clothes, but the man said whores didn't deserve to have 
any clothes. He shoved the girls out of the alley onto the sidewalk, totally 
naked, stumbling in their high heels. The girls tried to cover their breasts 
and cunts as they scurried down the sidewalk, their faces flushed with shame 
and embarrassment. They got to the bus stop, but neither girl had any money, 
and they had to beg the bus driver to let them ride for free. They huddled 
on a seat, holding hands until they reached their stop and got off. They hid 
behind shrubs as they walked the three blocks to their house, and used the 
hide-a-key to get inside.

It was only after they got in the house that Dara realized they had left 
their money in their clothes, which were long gone. The girls hugged each 
other and cried as they realized the whole night had been wasted -- they had 
both lost their virginity and been completely humiliated in public, and they 
had nothing at all to show for it.

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