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A Bad Reaction By vulgus Comments?  Criticism?  Email vulgus@hotmail.com
Story codes: Blackmail, NC, MF, MFf, Mf, MMMMMMMFf, mmf

   To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my previous
efforts and encouraged me, thank you.

   I'm not even sure exactly what happened that evening, the evening that
it all started.  I was on my way up the stairs to my second floor apartment
after a long, hard day at work.  The elevator was out of service again.  It
was out more than it worked, so I wasn't surprised.  I felt something on my
butt and I didn't even think about it.  I just reacted instinctively.  I
turned around and, seeing one of my neighbors behind me I did something
that I had never done in my life.  I drew back and slapped his face as hard
as I could.

   I saw the look of surprise on his face as he fell over backwards and
rolled down the stairs to fall at the feet of his wife, who had stopped to
check the mail.  She screamed and that is the last thing that happened that
evening that wasn't a part of the big haze.  That is how I think of the
muddled events of that evening and the following morning.  It's all just a
big, indistinct haze of confusing events during which I totally lost
control of my life.

   Someone called 911 and my neighbor was taken away in an ambulance.  I
was taken away in handcuffs in the back of one police car and my daughter,
who had just turned thirteen, was taken away in another.

   I tried to explain that I had not meant for Mr.  Devon to go flying down
the stairs.  I had felt his hand on my ass and I had reacted by slapping
his face, not shoving him down the stairs.

   Mr.  Devon had, of course, denied that he had touched me.  People seemed
to be leaning towards believing him, since his wife had been only ten feet
behind him.  Never mind that I was a responsible, young, single mother who
had never assaulted anyone in my life and that I was working in an assisted
living home caring for the elderly.  I am not, and I have never been a
violent person.  In fact, I have never struck anyone in anger before in my
life.

   Mr.  Devon, fortunately, was not seriously injured.  He was treated for
various bumps and bruises and released.

   I was kept in custody overnight and then released late the next day.  My
daughter was not returned to me until the following day.  They first made
sure that I was not abusing her.  From my daughter's description of what
took place it sounded very much like they were trying to convince her that
she was being abused.

   One problem is that I had come home from a very bad day at work.  One of
my responsibilities at the home is to assist Mr.  Packard with his shower.
I don't bath him, but I help him into his shower and I help him dry off and
dress.  Mr.  Packard is ninety years old, and he is an octopus.  He cannot
keep his hands off of me.  So I started to wonder if, in my mind that
night, I was really slapping Mr.  Packard.

   Things continued to escalate from there.  The DA decided that I was a
dangerous criminal and I was tried for assault and battery.  I was unable
to convince a jury that I had reacted in defense of my person and my own
honor.  I think, in fact, that I had been unable to convince my own
attorney, and it showed.

   I was convicted and sentenced to five years of a very restrictive
parole. I was to be constantly monitored, including frequent, unannounced
visits to my home to assure that I was not abusing my daughter.

   I had a very difficult time convincing my employer that it was all a
misunderstanding and that I was not a violent person and should not be let
go.  My job was hanging by a thread now.  I was in a job that paid only
slightly more than minimum wage, but I needed that job desperately.

   I had quit high school in the tenth grade, after I had my daughter at
the age of fourteen.  Since then I had taken the GED test and passed it,
and I was now taking evening classes, with the idea of working towards a
nursing license eventually.  I had been assured that, as long as I behaved
myself and there were no problems during my five years on parole, my record
would be expunged and I would have nothing on my record to keep me from
obtaining a nursing license.

   I reported to the Office of Pardon and Parole on the day after my trial
and after a very long wait, a rude and obnoxious woman came and got me and
I was led to the office of Mr.  Kent.

   It was not an auspicious meeting.  Mr.  Kent was an overbearing,
authoritative, and very arrogant man in his mid-forties.  He was a large
man, not fat, very muscular, and I was extremely intimidated.  As he
interviewed me it was obvious that he was not in the least sympathetic to
my plight.  It was going to be a long five years.

   As Mr.  Kent interviewed me, asking a ton of personal and often
embarrassing questions, he filled out a stack of forms.  I couldn't help
noticing the way his eyes roamed over my body.  I was not dressed to
attract attention.  I was wearing a very modest dress.  I was not showing
any cleavage and the skirt was just above my knee.  He didn't say anything
that was inappropriate, but the way that he looked at me was disturbing.

   After he went over all of the many, many rules and regulations that I
would be forced to comply with he spent a few minutes making sure that I
knew just how much of a force in my life he was now.  He also went to great
lengths to make sure that I knew the repercussions that would befall me if
I crossed him, such as going to prison, and losing custody of my daughter.

   I finally left his office, shaking like a leaf.  The visit with my
parole officer had been more traumatic than the actual trial had been.

   I sat in my car for a long time, just crying at first, but then trying
to get myself under control.  Finally, I had stopped crying and my
breathing was under control.  I had stopped shaking and I thought that I
could now drive to my place of employment and talk to my supervisor and try
to smooth things over there.  I had not been fired, but I was working under
a very dark cloud.  I understood their position.  They could not have
violent people working with the elderly people that were in their care.

   I had a long talk with my supervisor, and I didn't hold anything back. I
even told her that if I had, in fact, been wrong about what happened on the
stairs that day, and I was not convinced that I was, I suspected that a
part of it might have been a result of my subconscious dealing with Mr. 
Devon and his hands.

   My supervisor, Mrs.  Thomas, said that she was going out on a limb for
me, and keeping me on even though her supervisors were inclined to let me
go.  She was keeping me on because I had been a good worker for as long as
I had worked for her and she thought that I deserved a chance.  She added
that at the first sign of a problem, if there was even a hint of a problem
from my parole officer, she would be forced to let me go.

   She said that she would take care of Mr.  Devon.  From now on she would
see to it that a male nurse was responsible for his care.

   I thanked her effusively and then I went home and relaxed.  Home was a
small, two bedroom apartment in a part of town that I would much rather not
live in.  The apartment building was old and in need of a lot of repair. 
Well, no, it was in need of being torn down and replaced.  It was a dump,
but I was lucky to get it with my income.  I was living paycheck to
paycheck, just managing to keep my car running and my rent and utilities
paid and put food on the table.  There were no luxuries in my life.

   The only bright spot in my life right now was my daughter, Heather.  I
had gotten pregnant at the age of fourteen.  I had, in fact, just turned
fourteen.  I had gone to a party at a friend's house.  There were not
supposed to be boys there, but there were.  There was not supposed to be
alcohol there, but there was.  I had enough to drink to relax my
inhibitions, not that I had all that many at the time, and one of the boys
took my virginity.

   I have had sex one time in my life, and I am twenty-seven now.  That one
time I had sex I became pregnant, and everything that has happened in my
life since that day, good and bad, is a result of that one sexual act, and
it wasn't even very pleasant.  In fact, I didn't even remember it.

   I got home just before my daughter got home from school and I did my
best to let her know that everything was alright now and that our life was
back to normal.  Heather was a remarkable young girl and I was very proud
of her.  She is beautiful, but more importantly she is very intelligent. 
She is strong and responsible and she is unquestionably a far greater
source of strength to me than I am to her.

   My trial had taken place on Monday morning, and not very much of Monday
morning at that.  On Tuesday I had gone to the Pardon and Parole Office and
been thoroughly cowed by my parole officer, Mr.  Kent.

   On Wednesday I went back to work and by the time the day was over and
Heather and I had cleaned up after supper I was almost feeling like life
was back to normal.  Heather sat down at the kitchen table and did her
homework while I did a load of laundry.

   When Heather's homework was done I sent her to her room to get ready for
bed and then we went into the living room and watched a little television.
I would have preferred that she go outside and play for a while.  Until we
could afford to move to a nicer area though, I was afraid to let her
outside.  Not even if I was there to watch her.  It just wasn't safe for a
girl, or two girls, alone around here.

   There was a knock at the door just before nine.  I looked through the
peephole and was surprised to see Mr.  Kent.  It brought everything that
had happened rushing back over me, just as I had started to feel like life
could be almost normal again.

   I opened the door and invited him in.  He entered, his presence filling
up the small room.  I introduced him to my daughter and then I showed him
around the apartment as he made notes in the folder that he was carrying.

   He asked me a couple of questions about my living situation and whether
or not I was dating.  I wasn't.  Then he asked me for a cup of coffee and I
put on a half pot and at nine o'clock, while I was talking to Mr.  Kent, I
sent Heather to bed.  I saw the way he watched her as she left the room and
it made me nervous.  This was a very scary man.

   It was ten minutes before the coffee was ready, and in those ten minutes
we sat at the kitchen table in almost total silence.  I was subjected to
ten minutes of his prying eyes moving over my body.  He was not in the
least discreet.  He didn't hide it at all.  In fact, he seemed to be daring
me to react.

   I waited nervously for the coffee and then served him when it was ready.
He sat and sipped his coffee and finally he said, "I guess I might as well
lay this all out for you.  You already know your position.  You pretty much
don't have any rights now.  Thanks to your conviction you have been
discredited.  Your word has no value.  Nothing you say to anyone will have
any weight with any authority at any level.  Do you agree?"

   He had already intimidated the hell out of me at his office.  I didn't
know what the point of this was.  I could only nod.  I knew that he was
right.

   "I'm glad you see things my way.  The reason it's important is that you
are such a pretty little thing, and one of the perks of my lousy job is
sweet little things like you.  Do you understand what I am saying?"

   My mouth opened, but nothing came out.  I realized instantly what he was
saying, or I thought that I did.  I would very soon come to learn that I
didn't really fully understand the depths of this man's depravity.

   He let what he had said sink in and then he asked, "Am I going to have a
problem with you?"

   I thought back to yesterday morning in his office.  I was struck again
with the realization of how powerful this man was.  I was cowed by how much
influence he had in my life.  He could get me fired.  He could get me fired
and he could send me to jail with just a word.  I knew what he was saying,
but I had no choice.  With tears running down my cheeks I shook my head
indicating my surrender.

   He reached up and traced the path of tears down one cheek and smiled. 
He said, "I like it that you are crying.  It's giving me a hardon."

   I could feel the fear like a hot poker in my stomach, but I said
nothing. I knew instinctively that if I were to try to reason with this
man, or beg him not to do this to me, I would only bring him more pleasure.

   Then he asked, "You any good at sucking cock?"

   He might as well have slapped me!  I took a deep breath and after
several false starts I was finally able to tell him my entire sexual
history in one short sentence.  He could not have been happier.  I saw his
eyes light up as I talked and I knew that it was going to be a hard five
years.

   He ordered me to pour him another cup of coffee and after I had and I
returned to the table he pulled me into his lap.  He smiled at me again. 
Well, it is a little misleading to call his expression a smile, it was more
like the look of anticipation that you might expect to see on the face of a
lion that was about to pounce on a gazelle.  Then, while he watched my
face, enjoying my agony, he reached up and placed one of his large hands on
my throat.

   He said, "Your life is in my hands, your life, and your daughter's life,
for the next five years.  I have more power over you than god.  I am not a
nice man, but you have probably already figured that out, haven't you?"

   I assumed that that was a rhetorical question and I just sat shivering
in fear as he took his hand from around my throat and moved it down to take
my breast in his hand.

   I shivered.  I had not been touched by anyone since that night at the
party when I had gotten pregnant, thirteen years ago.  My parents never
completely believed it, but I didn't really remember much about that night.


   I was not asexual.  I often lay in bed at night and imagined what it
would be like to find someone and fall in love and go to bed with him and
make love.  I would have loved to have had a nice man that had feelings for
me kiss me and touch me and make love to me.

   That certainly isn't what this was.  The only things that I felt now
were fear and loathing and dread.  Dread at what was about to happen, and
fear that my daughter might hear something and come out to see what was
happening and find me being molested by this creature.

   He removed his hand from my breast and before I could move he unbuttoned
the top three buttons of my blouse and slipped his hand inside.  He cupped
my breast again.  It was still fully covered by my conservative bra. 
Although he was enjoying tormenting me, he was anxious to unwrap his
present.

   He pushed me to my feet and said, "I think it's time you got out of
those clothes, don't you?  So just go ahead and take your time and
undress."

   I stood in front of him and my mind was working almost as fast as my
heart was beating.  I was about to undress in front of a man for the first
time.  That he was a man that I feared and hated made it so much harder,
and I had no choice.  I reached for one of the remaining buttons on my
blouse, but then I whispered, "Can we please go to my bedroom?  I don't
want my daughter to see me like this."

   He looked like he was considering it, but I realized that he wasn't.  He
wanted this to be unpleasant for me.  He would probably have enjoyed it
more if my daughter was in the room to witness my humiliation.  He finally
said, "No, not this time, maybe next time."

   I had a terrible time removing my blouse.  My fingers shook so badly
that I could hardly unbutton it.  I didn't look at Mr.  Kent.  I couldn't
meet his predatory gaze.

   I finally pulled my blouse off and placed it on the kitchen table.  I
paused for a second and took a deep breath before I removed my skirt, with
just as much difficulty.  I unbuttoned it and pulled the zipper down and
slid it down over my hips.  I let it drop to the floor at my feet and then
I stepped out of it and picked it up and put it on the table with my
blouse.

   I was proud of my body.  There was not an ounce of excess fat on me
anywhere.  I had smooth skin.  There were no stretch marks, no sign that I
had given birth.  My breasts were B cups.  They were firm and might be
described as perky.  They were tipped with small, pink nipples that pointed
straight ahead.  I was proud of my body, but I was also very shy.  I was
very uncomfortable with the idea of undressing in front of anyone.  Anyone
at all!  This was very hard for me.

   I stood in front of him now in my bra and panties and I knew that I was
just prolonging the agony, so finally I reached behind my back and, with
great difficulty I was finally able to release the catch on my bra.  I let
the straps go and then I shrugged my shoulders, letting the shoulder straps
fall do my elbows.

   When I had lost my virginity, that one other time that I had sex, I had
not undressed.  I am not sure what actually happened.  I just know that I
had been laughing and joking with my friends one minute, and when I next
became aware of my surroundings I was lying on the floor in one of the
spare bedrooms with my shorts and my panties down around one ankle.  Other
than that I was fully dressed.

   There had been ample evidence that someone had had sex with me.  My
pubic hair was matted and sticky and so were my thighs.  There was a small
trail of pink tinged moisture on my thighs and when I moved I felt a pain
in my vagina.  I remember looking down dumbly as the reality of what had
happened sank in.

   I had consumed a couple of drinks, for the first and last time in my
life, but I have always assumed that I was drugged.  I don't remember
anything that happened that evening, at least not until I had regained
consciousness.  A couple of my friends had asked me where I had gone off to
and I realized that they didn't know what had happened to me either.

   I thought now that it was tragic that the first man to see my breasts
was going to be Mr.  Kent.  I let the bra slide down and off and I dropped
it on the table with my other clothing.  Then I slipped my thumbs into the
waistband of my panties and slid them down and off.

   I straightened up and dropped them on the table as well, and then I
stood before Mr.  Kent, waiting while he took stock of his new possession.

   I had never been so humiliated or felt so degraded in my life.  It could
have been worse though.  I didn't realize that this was only the tip of the
iceberg.  I had no idea the depths of depravity that Mr.  Kent would force
me to in the days to come.  I didn't have a clue how na�ve that I was, how
little I knew about men like him.

   He stared at me for a long time, and then he ordered me to turn around
slowly.  As I turned he said, "We are going to have to get you some sexier
underwear.  It was fun watching you take those off, but I think you would
look really nice in something from this century."

   I continued to turn slowly and I said, "Mr.  Kent, I'm poor.  I can't
afford a bunch of expensive lingerie."

   When I had turned all the way around he pulled me back into his lap and
said, "Don't worry about that, cunt.  I can afford it."

   I know it was silly, considering that he had just forced me to undress
and now I was sitting in his lap with his hand on my upper thigh, but I had
not heard the word cunt spoken, as far as I can remember, since some of the
nasty remarks that eventually drove me to quit school when I was pregnant.
I was shocked and dismayed, but I realized that that was all that I was to
this man, a sex toy, a cunt.  I also realized something about the way that
he had been treating me, even yesterday morning in his office.  He had
started to dehumanize me from the very beginning.

   The breath was suddenly forced out of my body in a rush and the blood
seemed to leave my brain when for the first time, or at least the first
time while I was conscious of it, I felt the hand of a man on my vagina. 
His hand slid slowly up that last inch of my thigh and his big finger moved
against my slit.

   He saw my reaction and I felt him chuckle.  I felt his finger move up
and down my slit and I was suddenly aware of how moist I was.  I was
incredibly embarrassed.  I knew that it was just a physiological reaction.
It was not in the least a sign that I was enjoying what he was doing.  I
didn't know if he knew that though.  I would hate it if he thought that I
was enjoying this.

   As he began sliding a finger inside of me I heard a noise from down the
short hallway.  I started to panic as I heard my daughter go from her room
to the bathroom.  I fought to get up and cover myself, but Mr.  Kent held
me down and said quietly, "Don't you fucking move.  I didn't tell you that
you could get up!"

   He continued to push his finger into me and he leaned down and took my
nipple into his mouth.  He licked and sucked on it and nibbled at it
lightly with his teeth and the sensations traveled in a direct line from my
nipple to my vagina.  I was still pretty uninformed about my own sexuality
and the sensations I was experiencing now for the first time were pretty
amazing.

   I listened breathlessly as I heard the toilet flush and I watched the
hallway to see if Heather appeared.  Fortunately, she went right back to
bed.  It was obvious that it would not have mattered to Mr.  Kent.

   After a few more minutes he stood me back on my feet and then he stood
up and kicked his shoes off.  I averted my eyes as he took his pants off. I
heard him put his pants on the table and I heard him sliding his shorts
off. I jumped as he took my wrist in his hand and guided my hand to his
hard penis.

   I groaned in embarrassment as he forced my hand over his penis.  I don't
know what I was expecting.  I don't think that I had ever really stopped to
think what one would feel like.  I was first startled at how large it was.
I finally turned back and looked down in fear as my hand wrapped part way
around him.  My hand looked tiny on his hard shaft.  Much more of it was
sticking out of my fist than was covered by it.  It appeared that his penis
was about eight inches long and I estimated that it was nearly two inches
in diameter.  It seemed huge.

   It was hard and throbbing in my hand and nearly every time it throbbed,
moisture leaked out of the hole in the tip.  It looked strong and potent
and very threatening.

   He led me into the living room and he sat on the couch.  He pulled me to
my knees between his thighs and I already knew what he was going to want me
to do.  I just did not think that I could do it.

   He said to me, "You are going to get acquainted with my cock and balls
now.  You will be seeing a lot of them from now on.  So you might as well
get used to them.  I want you to start out licking my balls and then lick
my cock.  Lick up all of that nice juicy lube that is leaking out.  Then
you are going to take my cock in your mouth.  When you do, I will tell you
how to suck a cock.  I know that this is your first time.  I don't expect
much from you this time.  But you are going to be an expert soon.  Don't
worry, I'll see to it."

   I leaned forward and had a close up look at a man's sex organs for the
first time.  While the size of them was impressive, the overall look didn't
appeal to me.  I thought that they were pretty gross in fact.  His
testicles were hairy and wrinkled and could have used a bath.  His penis
was large and had several protruding veins.  The top portion, I guess what
you would call the `head', was slightly fatter than the shaft, and it was
nearly covered in a clear liquid.  It looked very unsanitary.  I couldn't
imagine why a woman would take one of those organs inside of her, much less
into her mouth!

   However, I didn't have a choice.  I stuck my tongue out and gingerly
moved it over his testicles.  When my tongue touched him he drew his breath
in suddenly, he obviously enjoyed being touched there.

   I moved my tongue over him, reluctantly, until he ordered me to move on.
Then I began licking his penis.  It jumped when I first touched my tongue
to it and startled me.  I pulled my head back and Mr.  Kent found it all
very amusing.  I moved my face closer again and I began licking the
underside of his shaft, starting at the base and working my way up.  I was
half way up when I came into contact with the liquid that was continuing to
seep out of the end.

   I felt it coat my tongue more than I tasted it.  I swallowed nervously,
but once I had realized that there was no taste it got easier.  I licked
the underside all the way up to the tip and then I licked the tip clean. 
So far it was not as disgusting as I had imagined.  It was unpleasant, and
humiliating, and my neck was getting stiff, but I just had to keep
reminding myself that I had no choice.  I either did this, or I lost
everything, including my daughter.

   Now it was time for the final indignity.  Well, no, that isn't true, I
realized that I would be suffering many indignities now that I had
submitted to this man and he knew that he could do anything he wanted with
me.

   I placed my lips around the head of his penis and moved my mouth down as
far as I could over his fat organ.  It wasn't enough to satisfy him,
however, and he began instructing me on the proper way to "suck his cock".

   I hated that word, I hated that phrase, but I suddenly realized that now
I was officially a cocksucker.  Not a good one, and Mr.  Kent was quick to
point it out.  He assured me, though, that I would get better.

   I could only get a third of his penis, his cock, into my mouth, if that
much.  Mr.  Kent told me what to do with my hands and at the same time he
had his hand on the back of my head and was pushing my lips down over his
hard shaft a little further each time.

   I had nearly half of his cock in my mouth when he told me to speed up
and get ready because he was going to cum.  He warned me that I had better
not spill a drop.

   I was terrified.  I had assumed that I would never in my life be doing
this to a man, and that I would never in my life have a man fill my mouth
with cum.  It sounded like the most disgusting thing imaginable.  I was
certain that I would get sick.

   I followed his instructions and I sped up the motion of my hands and
started moving my head up and down faster, and in less than a minute he
grabbed my head and held me tight and started filling my mouth with hot,
slimy cum.  It was horrible.  It was bitter and tasted of bleach and it was
shooting into the back of my throat and making me gag.  The tears were
pouring from my eyes, and he was holding me and shivering in excitement.

   He finally released my head and I sat up quickly.  My mouth was full of
his cum and I struggled for a moment to stop gagging.  I knew that I would
regret it if I didn't swallow this awful mess.  So I made myself calm down
and I swallowed it a little at a time.  I gagged a little less with each
swallow and finally it was gone.  All that was left was the horrible
aftertaste.

   I grabbed a tissue from a nearby box and used it to wipe the tears from
my eyes.  I looked up to see him staring at me in amusement.  He said,
"Well, I have to give you credit.  That was a piss poor blowjob, but you
did better than I thought you would.  Not bad at all for a first time. 
Like I said though, you are going to get a lot of practice.  You'll get
much better.  Or you will wish to hell you had."

   All I could think was, "I don't want to get good at this!"

   He asked me what I had to drink and I told him only iced tea and ice
water.  The coffee was still warm but he didn't want that any more.  I got
him a drink of ice water and a glass for myself as well.

   Then he ordered me back between his legs.  "Christ!" I thought to
myself. "I thought it was over, for tonight at least."

   He said, "Get back to work.  That was pretty good.  We can have a nice
fuck now that you have taken the edge off, once you get me hard again."

   I groaned again, but I leaned forward and started all over again, doing
all of the things that Mr.  Kent had made me do the first time.  He got
hard quickly and then he pushed me off of his cock.  He ordered me to
stretch out on the floor and he moved between my legs.  He forced my legs
further apart and got a close up look at my naked sex for the first time.

   He got a very good look in fact.  He got down on his stomach and began
licking and nibbling at my pussy.  When his warm, wet tongue first touched
me my hips came right up off of the floor.  I had never imagined anything
like this.  I wanted desperately not to feel anything with this man.  Or at
least not pleasure.  It devastated me that the sensations caused by his
tongue exploring my sex were the most exciting thing that I had ever felt.

   I tried desperately to lie still and to remain quiet, but I reacted to
every touch and it amused the hell out of him.  He was watching me and
enjoying my struggles, and he knew that I was struggling.  I just knew that
he did.

   I did not masturbate.  I had a few times, before I got pregnant, but
never since.  I had a lot of mixed emotions about sex.  I had a lot of
mixed emotions about men.  Thanks to Mr.  Kent, however, they were becoming
a lot less mixed, and a lot more negative.

   So I didn't want to feel pleasure now.  More than I can tell you I
didn't want to enjoy this.  I did though.  I fought with all of my
strength, but in a surprisingly short time I was groaning loudly and having
one fantastic orgasm after another, and I hated myself for it.  I hated
him, and I hated me.  But I couldn't stop it, I couldn't control it.

   I was just about to pass out when he moved up over me.  He looked down
at me and said, "Okay bitch, grab my big cock and put it where it goes."

   I reached down between us and put my hand around his cock again and
lined it up with my now wet and ready pussy.  I was still not sure that it
would fit inside of me.  I know what you are thinking.  I had a baby.  I
knew my pussy would stretch this much.  But the largest thing to enter my
pussy since the birth of Heather was a tampon.  I was not looking forward
to this.  Still, I can't deny that I was afraid that I would enjoy it.

   He started pushing his cock into me, very slowly at first, in and out, a
little at a time.  I felt myself stretching around him, and soon it felt
very good.  I was biting my lips to keep from crying out as he started
picking up speed.

   It wasn't long at all before I was cumming again, and again.  He had his
arms around me now and was holding me tight and I felt so overpowered by
this large man.  There was something primal about being taken this way. 
Both my body and my mind responded to it.

   I finally felt him tense up and I knew that he was filling me with his
cum and I bit his arm to keep from screaming as I came for a last time.

   He relaxed on top of me for a moment and then rolled off.  As he
stretched out on the floor beside me I saw movement out of the corner of my
eye.  I looked around swiftly, but I didn't see anything.  I knew what it
had been though.  I knew that my daughter had seen us.

   I didn't know what to do.  I couldn't wipe what she had seen from her
mind, but I knew that we would have to have a talk.  As if he read my mind,
Mr.  Kent said, "You better have a talk with your daughter.  I am not into
little girls, maybe after her next birthday, but not a thirteen year old,
even if she is kind of hot.  Some of my friends may not be so nice.  So you
better let her know that there are going to be some changes in her life."

   "Some of your friends!" I exclaimed.  "What do you mean, `Some of your
friends'?"

   He smiled and said, "You'll find out.  Just don't forget, I own your ass
now.  You have two choices.  You do everything I tell you, or you go to
jail for five years and lose your daughter.  You don't have to tell me how
much you hate that, but you can if you want.  Because it turns me on that
you hate it.  The more you hate it the harder my cock gets.  Now get your
fucking mouth down there and clean me up, cunt."

   I looked at him, so shocked that momentarily I forgot that my little
girl had seen me being raped by this monster.  He looked up at me when I
didn't move right away and said, "I will slap you around if I think you
need it."

   I watched as he moved his legs apart and I looked down and saw his
slick, slimy cock and balls.  There was even a drying puddle of our juices
matting the hair on his thighs.  I struggled to my knees and crawled
between his legs.  I took a deep breath and lowered my face to the mess at
his crotch.  I stuck out my tongue and tentatively licked at his soft cock.
I discovered that the taste wasn't as bad as I had expected, but I couldn't
hold my breath forever and the smell was horrible.

   I gagged a lot at first, but after cleaning his cock, which wasn't even
the worst part, I cleaned his balls and then licked his pubic hair and his
thighs clean until I managed to clean him to his satisfaction.

   He finally pushed me away and stood up.  I stood up as well and I was
aware that the fluids were running down my thighs.  I stood nearby as he
gulped down the rest of his water and then he dressed.

   When he was dressed he left without a word!

   I cupped my hand under my crotch and was just about to race for the
bathroom when he pushed the door open again and stuck his head inside.  He
called me closer and ordered me to move my hand.  He studied my crotch for
a moment and then said, "I was thinking of making you shave off that hair,
but that patch of little blonde hairs is kind of cute.  Just trim it nice
and neat."

   He drew a line around my pubic hair, indicating the portions that he
wanted trimmed off.  Then he left and I locked the door and ran to the
bathroom.  As I was cleaning myself up I realized that I was going to have
to get some form of birth control now.  I took a quick shower and then I
put my robe on.

   I left the bathroom and tapped lightly on Heather's door.  There was no
answer, but I knew that she was awake.

   I went in and sat beside her in the dark and waited for some sign that
she was awake and ready to talk.

   She was quiet for a long time, but my eyes adjusted to the dark after a
few minutes and I realized that her eyes were open and she was watching me,
waiting for me to speak.

   I realized that I didn't have a clue what to say and I struggled to
think what I could say to explain what had just happened, what she had
seen.

   She said, "He raped you, didn't he?"

   I had promised that I was not going to cry when I was with her, but I
lost control.  I started sobbing, almost hysterical now.  She sat up and
put her arms around me and we hugged and soon we were both crying.

   I finally got myself under control and I started talking.  I told her
everything.  I even told her, for the first time, how I got pregnant.  I
made it clear that the circumstances were not important.  The only thing
that mattered was that I loved her.  She understood.

   I also told her what Mr.  Kent had said about her, and I explained why
he had so much power.  She understood that too.  She was much smarter than
I had been at her age.

   We talked for a long time after that.  I learned that she was even more
mature than I had at first thought she was, and I had thought that she was
a remarkably mature thirteen year old girl.  I told her that I wanted
desperately to protect her from this man and his friends.  Unfortunately, I
knew that he had been right.  Because of what had happened, no one would
listen to me.  We talked about running away, but we didn't have anything. I
had no savings.  There were no reserves to draw upon.

   I had been living from paycheck to paycheck for forever.  Because of all
of the work that I had lost going to court and to depositions and
interviews and meetings with my inadequate council, I had lost a lot of
money.  I was counting myself lucky for keeping up with the rent and the
utilities.

   She understood, more than I had any right for her to understand.  I
finally left her and went out and cleaned up the kitchen and went to bed. I
doubt if I got more than a couple of hours sleep that night.

   In the morning I made her breakfast and sat with her and drank coffee
while she ate.  We didn't talk much.  We had said it all last night.  She
finally was ready for school and she came over and hugged me and said,
"Don't worry mom, we'll figure something out.  I promise you, if you don't
freak, I won't freak."

   I smiled and hugged her and told her goodbye.  After she left I took
another quick shower in an attempt to wake up.  I trimmed my pubic hair to
satisfy Mr.  Kent.  Then I dressed and went to work.  Dressing for work was
never a problem.  My uniform for work was a white, one-piece nursing
uniform.  I had been uncomfortable wearing it at first.  I thought that it
was a bit too see-through.  But everyone wore them and eventually I got
used to the idea that my underwear showed faintly beneath the fabric.

   I really went out of my way at work to put in every extra effort that I
could.  I appreciated the fact that my supervisor had let me keep my job
and I wanted to make sure that she felt like that was the right thing to
do.

   It was a little uncomfortable.  The people under my care didn't seem to
know anything about what had happened, but the people that I worked with
all did.  I explained what had happened to the ones that I was close to,
and they seemed to understand.  But I couldn't go around and explain to
everyone, and I doubt if it would have helped anyway.  No matter what I
said, a jury of my peers had found me guilty of a felony.  I had been
convicted of assault and battery.  I was a felon and it was official now.

   On Tuesdays and Thursdays a Doctor comes in to the home and sees
patients.  I had gotten to know him pretty well.  He was very nice.  When I
had some free time I went to see him and after a brief examination and a
few embarrassing questions he wrote me a prescription for birth control
pills.

   I stopped on the way home from work and with the last of my money I
bought the pills.  Then I hurried home.  Heather gets home an hour before I
do and I don't like to think of her alone in that apartment.  Unfortunately
I can't afford a sitter, so she was to lock herself inside and do her
homework until I get home.  She probably would balk at the idea that she
was not old enough to look after herself now anyway.

   As soon as I got home I changed out of my uniform and went to the
kitchen to start supper.

   Unless she had an inordinate amount of homework, Heather helped me cook
supper.  My mother never taught me how to cook and it was a real handicap
when I finally struck out on my own.  I managed to survive on sandwiches
and TV dinners until I learned to cook, but I wanted Heather to know how to
cook and we enjoyed making supper together.  It gave us an opportunity to
talk and tell each other about anything interesting that happened that day.

   The conversation this day though, was bizarre.  Heather asked about, and
I felt compelled to explain as much as I could about sex, oral sex and
vaginal sex, and about men and their sex organs and their orgasms.  It was
a very uncomfortable conversation for a mother to have with her thirteen
year old daughter.  I honestly didn't know much more than I had learned
yesterday.

   Mr.  Kent had said that I should speak with her and I thought it best
that I explain.  At least as much as I was capable of, since I was not that
well informed either.  I suspected though, that it wouldn't be long before
Heather would witness things that no thirteen year old girl should witness.

   She asked a lot of questions about her conception too.  She was a lot
more world-wise than I had been at her age, and she recognized the signs of
a girl that was drugged and raped.

   She asked about how that had colored my feelings about her.  I was glad,
because I wanted there to be no misunderstanding about how much I adored
her, right from the minute I learned that I was pregnant.  I was not
necessarily opposed to abortions, but I couldn't do it.  I think it is a
personal choice, a medical decision between a woman and her doctor and it
is none of the Government's or the church's business.

   I could not have done it though.  I am so glad now, because there was no
question that my daughter was the most amazing and loving creature on the
face of the earth.  She deserved a lot better than the life that I had
given her, and the danger that I was putting her in.

   I honestly did not believe that Mr.  Kent would return this evening. 
Not after he had been so thoroughly satisfied last night.  It turns out
that I had a lot to learn about his appetites, and I wouldn't like any of
it.

   I heard the door rattle not long after supper and then someone knocked.
My heart was in my throat as I went to answer it.  I was pretty sure I knew
who it was.  We don't get much company.

   I was right.  It was Mr.  Kent.  I unlocked the door and opened it for
him and he said, "Don't lock your door any more.  Not until you give me a
key."

   Then he pushed his way in and went over to sit on the couch beside my
daughter.  He handed her a twelve pack of beer and told her to put them in
the refrigerator and bring him back one.

   I was afraid that he was going to touch her, make her do something with
him.  He didn't, but it was almost as bad.  When she returned he took the
beer from her and then he told her to sit on the couch near him again.

   She obeyed, and I could see how uncomfortable she was, but she didn't
say a word.  Once she was seated he ignored her.  He had been watching me
the entire time, waiting for me to say something, to complain, or to plead.

   He asked me, "Did you talk to her?  Did you tell her what happened to
you last night, and about the changes in your life?"

   I nodded.

   He turned to Heather and asked, "What did your mother tell you?"

   Heather gathered her thoughts and then summed up what we had discussed
last night.

   He said, "What did you think about the things that she told you?"

   She responded, "I thought that it sucked, and that you are not a very
nice person."

   Mr.  Kent just laughed and then he turned to me and said, "Smart kid. 
Now strip, I'm horny."

   I said, "I don't suppose that it would do any good to ask you to let her
go to her room?"

   He just chuckled again and said, "No, I'm not going to fuck with her,
but it won't hurt her to learn a little about sex.  Like I said last night,
some of my friends might enjoy a cute young girl like her."

   "Mr.  Kent," I pleaded.  "I promise that I will do anything that you
want me to do, but please, she is so young.  Please don't let your friends
hurt her."

   He said evasively, "I'll take it under advisement.  Now strip, cunt."

   I winced at the use of that awful word, but I pulled off my t-shirt and
slid my shorts off quickly.  I was wearing another plain bra and panty set
and he shook his head and said, "Until we buy you some new underwear, I
don't want you wearing any of your old stuff.  Christ!  It's like watching
my mother undress."

   I nodded and he said, "That means at work too."

   I nodded again, thinking of those lightweight, white uniforms and
wondering how much of me would show through.  I was very aware of how
tenuous my hold on that job was.  If I lost it and could not immediately
replace it, I would be in violation of my parole.

   I unfastened my bra and even after all that had happened last night it
was nearly as hard to remove it and bare my breasts as it had been last
night.  Actually, because Heather was there and forced to watch, I suppose
that it was even more difficult.

   I dropped my bra and slid my panties down and Mr.  Kent waived me over
and pulled me into his lap facing Heather, so that she could see everything
that he did.

   He moved his hands over me, pushing my thighs apart and checking out my
newly trimmed pubic hair.  He didn't say anything, so I guess it met with
his approval.  I saw her watching as his finger slid into me.  I saw him
watching her and getting turned on by the fact that she was forced to
witness my rape.

   He moved his hand up and cupped my breast before teasing and playing
with my nipple.  Once he had gotten the first nipple hard he moved to the
other and got that one standing up as well.

   Then he leaned down and took one of them into his mouth and I saw her
watching my reaction, I was unable to hide how pleasant it felt as he
worked on my nipple with his lips, tongue and teeth.

   That I would have to be put through this by a man I could not stand was
bad enough, but to have to do it with my daughter so close that my foot was
touching her leg was more than any mother should have to cope with.  As
hard as I tried, I was having trouble hiding how pleasurable it was.  I
could see that, although it embarrassed her, although she did not want to
watch her mother like this, she was fascinated, she could not look away.

   I felt his erection under me.  I knew that this would not last long.  I
was right.  In a very short time he pushed me out of his lap and I was
standing in front of him.  He stood up and undressed and quickly sat back
down beside my little girl.

   I saw the look of fear and awe on her face.  He did too and I could see
that it amused him.  It was probably the same look that had been on my face
last night.

   Mr.  Kent spread his legs and he didn't even have to tell me what he
wanted me to do.  I dropped to my knees and inched forward and just like
last night, I started to lick and suck on his balls.  It was easier this
time, I wasn't quite as scared.  It was harder too, because my daughter was
sitting so close that my arm was almost touching her, and she was staring
at me as I used my tongue on this horrible man's sex organs against my
will.

   He demanded more of me this time.  He forced more of his fat cock into
my mouth, jamming the dark red tip against the back of my throat as I went
down on it.  He didn't seem to mind the tears running down my cheeks, or
the gagging.  In fact, he seemed to enjoy it.  He was watching me closely
and he started talking to me as I sucked him.  His strong, cruel voice was
a steady drone in my ears, telling me to calm down and get over it.  It was
all in my head.

   Then he started telling me to swallow at the top of each stroke as I
started forcing my wide stretched lips back down over his cock and I tried
that, obeying automatically.  His suggestion seemed to help, I stopped
gagging.  He watched me as I started to calm down and then, on one of my
down strokes, he pulled against the back of my head and thrust his hips up
and I felt his cock slide right down my throat and I found myself with the
entire thing in my mouth and my lips stretched impossibly wide around the
base of his cock.

   I was too startled to panic, at first.  Then I realized I was having
trouble breathing and I started to struggle to pull back and he let me,
after a brief pause.

   He chuckled and said, "There, cunt!  I knew you could do it.  That's how
a cunt like you should be sucking a cock."

   I couldn't see because of the tears in my eyes, and I was grateful.  I
didn't want to see my daughter's face as she watched me being raped and
abused like this.

   I took a deep breath and I tried to do that again.  Again I needed his
hand on the back of my head, forcing his cock into my throat.  For the next
few strokes he did that, but then he sat back and I surprised myself by
taking it down on my own.  It was painful, but when I did it on my own it
didn't seem to hurt so much and I could control my breathing.

   As I worked now, my eyes were clearing up and I saw that Mr.  Kent had
his arm around Heather's shoulder.  He had pulled her closer and she was
watching in disbelief as she saw me take his large cock into my throat on
every stroke.  I was so humiliated that at first I didn't even notice that
he had his hand resting on her budding young breast, despite his assurance
to me earlier that he wouldn't touch her.

   I saw that he was nearing orgasm and before long he held my mouth over
him on one of the painful down strokes and I felt his cock throbbing in my
throat and I knew that he was cumming.  I almost felt like I was cheating.
I couldn't breathe, but I didn't taste his nasty cum either.

   I was getting worried, desperate for breath by the time he released my
head.  But the worst of it was over and I licked up a few stray drops of
cum from the end of his cock and then I sat back on my heels and waited.

   He left me there between his thighs for a few minutes and I was able to
recuperate.  I watched his hand on my daughter's young breast, just sitting
there, unmoving.  I wanted to scream at him.  I wanted to throw his hand
off of her and protect her.  I wanted to drive a knife through this
monster's heart, or that place where the heart would be in a normal human
being.

   I noticed that he was watching me watch his hand on Heather's breast,
and when he saw me watching he moved a finger around her puffy nipple.  Her
breasts had really begun to grow recently and were about the size of an
apple cut in half, or perhaps a little larger.  I guess that I had not been
paying attention.  I suddenly realized that she must be nearly an A cup
now. She was way past wearing those training bras which were the last ones
that I had bought for her.

   She was extremely self-conscious about her breasts.  I could see that
she was troubled by her reaction to his touch, which she knew was so
totally inappropriate.  I felt terrible.  I knew something of what she was
going through.  I felt the same confusion of emotions when he was teasing
my breasts or when he was toying with my pussy.

   I hated him and I hated that I could feel pleasure from his touch.  Yet
there was no denying the pleasure of his touch on my breast.  Last night,
when he had raped me right here on my living room floor I had enjoyed one
massive orgasm after another, despite the fact that I had fought it with
every fiber of my being.  My mind was conflicted, but my body knew what it
liked.  I would have to have another long talk with Heather after Mr.  Kent
left.

   He ordered me to get him hard again and while I bent to the task he sent
Heather to get him another beer.

   When she returned with his beer he pulled her back down beside him and
she didn't resist as she was nestled back into his arm and his hand came to
rest on her breast again.  He smiled down at her and cupped her small
breast and said, "You are coming right along for a girl your age.  The guys
are going to love you."

   I could see that she was torn between embarrassment and pride.  A girl
has a lot of conflicting emotions when her breasts begin to grow,
especially when they are at that stage when they are too small and too
large at the same time, although it suddenly seemed that hers were a lot
larger than the last time I had noticed.  I guess I was just ignoring the
signs that my baby was growing up.

   He had gotten hard quickly as I worked on him with my tongue and my
lips, but he was sitting, sipping his beer and watching me work and toying
with my daughter and did not seem to be in a hurry.  I took him into my
throat again, several times.  Just to see if I still could.  Mostly though,
I teased him with my tongue and he relaxed and enjoyed what I was doing.

   He finally pulled me away and stood up and we moved back to the middle
of the floor, just like last night.  I didn't look at Heather, I was too
embarrassed.  I could feel her watching us though.

   Just like last night, he used his tongue on me first.  Just like last
night it was undeniably erotic.  I had several mind boggling orgasms before
he moved up over me and I guided his large and undeniably pleasing cock
into my more than ready pussy.

   I would have much preferred that Heather not see any of this of course.
On the other hand, if she was going to have to watch me as I was forced to
have sex in front of her, I suppose that it is better that she see how much
pleasure it can bring.  Perhaps she won't spend as much of her life denying
herself that pleasure as I did.

   He fucked me just like he had last night.  I was taken like a bitch in
heat.  My body and mind both remembered how wonderful it had been last
night, and both were ready to feel those things again.

   Mr.  Kent may be a horrible Parole Officer, but he is very, very good at
this.  Even with my daughter watching from several feet away I could not
control my lust when he took me, overpowered and possessed me.  But then, I
didn't try as hard as I had last night.  This time, when I felt like
screaming in lust, I did.  I moaned and I groaned and I rose up off of the
floor to meet his violent thrusts and I screamed through orgasm after
orgasm while my daughter was only steps away, watching me being taken
violently by a man that was twice my age and loving it.

   Mr.  Kent came in me, and then he supported himself on his arms and
watched me as I wound down, still thrusting up on his softening, but still
large and very satisfying cock as I had one last orgasm.  When I finished I
relaxed under him and was embarrassed to find that I had my arms and legs
wrapped around him tightly.

   I let my limbs fall away and he stood up and moved back to the couch and
sat down beside Heather.  He asked her to get two beers this time, and as
she went to get them I struggled up and crawled over to him on my knees. 
Heather came back in time to watch me clean him off with my mouth, but this
time I had a nice cold beer afterwards and I was able to get the taste out
of my mouth.

   I don't drink and I don't care for the taste of beer, but it was better
than the taste that remained in my mouth after sucking off Mr.  Kent and
then cleaning our combined juices from his soft cock and balls after he had
sex with me.

   He watched me work to clean him for a minute, and then he turned to
Heather and said, "Kind of scary isn't it?"

   She just shrugged, but then she said, "Yeah, kind of." She was quiet for
a moment and then she said, "Especially since she hates you so much."

   I thought he might be mad, but he thought that was amusing.  He tousled
her hair and gulped down his beer and stood up.  We watched him dress and
he walked out without saying a word.

   I rushed to the bathroom and cleaned up and put on a robe.  Then I went
back to sit next to Heather and take her in my arms and for a long time we
just hugged quietly.

   Finally I said, "I'm sorry you had to see that.  You are much too young
to have had to see those things.  I am sorry that he made you a part of
it."

   She didn't say anything at first.  Then she said, "It was kind of scary.
That first part was terrifying.  I don't know how you could have done that.
I am sure that I could never do it.  I have to admit though, his finger
felt nice on my nipple.  I was surprised at how nice it felt to be touched
by a man, even a big, ugly ogre.  It's like your body likes what it likes,
no matter what your mind is thinking."

   "That last part though," she continued.  "That was pretty amazing.  I
mean, I know my body isn't ready for that yet, but sex looks like a lot of
fun."

   I sighed and said, "Yeah that sounds like all of the things that I
needed to say to you.  I guess you don't need me after all.  Except maybe
to tell you that it is a lot of fun, when you are ready and willing."

   She glanced at me, one of those skeptical looks, and I realized that I
had just had numerous vocal orgasms, and I had been neither ready nor
willing.

   "You know what I meant, smartass!" I exclaimed.  I was amazed at how
calm she seemed to be about all of this.  She actually seemed to be taking
it better than I was.

   Heather giggled and hugged me tight.  She said, "That's the first time I
ever heard you say ass!"

   We sat like that for a few minutes and then I got up and locked the door
and we went to bed.

   Friday at last!  Like everyone else I always looked forward to my
weekends.  I was a little concerned now.  I did not expect that my weekends
would be as free as they had been.

   I was dressed for work before I remembered that I wasn't to wear
underwear today.  I had to undress and take off my underwear and dress
again.  I had never gone without underwear before, except for sometimes not
wearing a bra around the house.  I had never left the house without one. 
It felt very strange and I had the impression that everyone could tell.  I
mean, I knew that they couldn't, I was just very self-conscious.  I had
stared at myself in the mirror and the only difference was that I could no
longer see my underwear under my uniform.  My nipples didn't show, or
anything else as far as I could tell.

   Except for the way I was dressed, it was a normal morning.  I didn't
notice anything different, and I don't think anyone at the home did either.
But it was a good thing that I had obeyed Mr.  Kent's command.  When I got
home he was waiting for me in the parking lot.  As soon as I parked he was
standing at my car door and waiting for me to get out.

   I opened my door and got out and he asked, "Are you wearing underwear?"

   I shook my head, blushing, even though nobody was close enough to hear
him.

   "Show me," he ordered.

   I started to look around.  It was Friday and there were a lot of people
around, just getting home or getting ready to go out.

   I had only just begun to turn my head to see if anyone was watching when
he snapped at me, "I didn't tell you to look around.  I told you to show me
that you were not wearing underwear!"

   I cringed, but I pulled the zipper down from the top of my uniform to
just below my breasts and pulled it open so that he could see that I was
not wearing a bra.

   He looked, and smiled, and nodded.  Then he kept waiting, and I could
see that he was getting impatient.  I groaned, praying that no one was
watching I reached down and inched the front of my uniform skirt up until
my crotch was exposed.

   He didn't look at first.  He stared into my face and enjoyed my
humiliation.  Then he stepped back and looked down.  While I was waiting
for permission to drop my dress I could see that several people were
watching us.  Two teenaged boys were sitting on the hood of a car nearby. I
wasn't sure whether or not they could see my pussy, but they could
certainly see that I was showing it to Mr.  Kent.

   There were also two people sitting in a nearby car that I could see
watching us.

   Mr.  Kent finally nodded and I dropped my skirt.  Then he put his arm
around my shoulder and with his hand over my breast he led me through the
people that were around and inside the building.  As we walked up the
stairs to my apartment he remained a step or two behind me and I felt his
hand worm its way up my dress and touch my ass.

   He removed his hand as we got to the top of the stairs and followed me
to my door.  I unlocked it and he followed me inside.

   Heather was at the table doing her homework and she started to get up
and come kiss me when she saw that I wasn't alone.  When she saw Mr.  Kent
she sat back in her chair.

   As soon as we were inside, Mr.  Kent bent me over a chair in the living
room and lifted my skirt.  He put his hand between my legs and as soon as
he touched me he knew that I was ready, to my great embarrassment.

   He pulled his pants down to his knees and slid his cock into me from
behind.  As he fucked me he said, "I don't have much time today, so I just
stopped by for a quickie.  I will be here around ten tomorrow morning to
take you and Heather shopping.  Be ready.  I want you wearing a short skirt
and a see-through blouse.  Trust me.  If the skirt isn't short enough, or
the blouse isn't see-through enough, you will be one sorry bitch." Then he
glanced at Heather and said, "Make that two sorry bitches."

   He stopped talking then and he fucked me until he came.  I was just
getting started and I didn't cum this time.  He didn't care, of course.  He
grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me around and I sucked his cock
clean before he left.

   I noticed that Heather was still watching.  I got up and locked the door
and then went into the kitchen.  I didn't know what else to do so I tried
to make a joke out of it, "Well," I said, "I built up quite an appetite,
are you hungry?" No one laughed.  It wasn't funny to either of us.

   Heather was almost finished with her homework so I let her finish while
I went to the bathroom and cleaned up.  Then I got out of my uniform and
put on a t-shirt and some shorts and went back out to start supper.

   Heather finished up her homework and cleared off her schoolwork and set
the table while I made supper.

   We had not spoken since Mr.  Kent left, except for my lame attempt at a
joke.  I finally asked her about her day.  She didn't answer for a minute,
but I could see that there was something that she wanted to say.

   She looked embarrassed, and I was getting nervous that something bad had
happened to her today.  She finally worked up her courage and asked, "Mom,
do you masturbate?"

   After all that had happened in the last few days I probably wasn't
nearly as embarrassed as I might have been earlier.  I smiled at her,
trying to reassure her that it was okay to talk about it.

   I told her that I didn't, but that, to the best of my knowledge, most
people did, especially when they were young.  Then I asked her why she
wanted to know.

   She told me that she had done it a few times, but she felt kind of
guilty about it.

   I told her that it was normal to masturbate, and that I had done it a
few times before I got pregnant.  I explained that I had been so busy and
so confused after she was born that I had suppressed my sexuality.

   Heather was quiet again and I asked, "What's the matter baby?  What's
bothering you?"

   "I have been doing it," she said and paused.  Then she said, "That isn't
what bothers me so much though.  What scares me is that I have been doing
it more since Wednesday, and while I am doing it I think a lot about what I
have been seeing out here.  I thing about what Mr.  Kent did to me
yesterday.  I did it three or four times last night, thinking about his
fingers on me."

   Her face was bright red.  I knew that this was very hard for her.  She
was obviously worried about becoming the kind of girl that she didn't want
to be.

   She continued after a pause, "I lay in bed and I think about the things
I saw you and him doing, and I think about what it was like when he touched
me, and I think about the things that might happen to me soon, and I get so
excited.  Am I weird?"

   "Oh baby!  Of course you aren't weird," I said softly.  "This is my
fault, or I suppose it is Mr.  Kent's fault.  You should not have been
forced to see the things that you have.  You are much too young to have to
deal with this.  Listen, if you can cope with it by getting a little
pleasure out of it, then more power to you.  Don't feel guilty.  These are
sexual things and they are happening in your life.  You can't avoid them,
and you can't avoid thinking about them."

   "Don't let that rapist bastard make things any harder on you than he has
already by feeling guilty.  It is better that you use that outlet than it
would be for you to do what I did and repress your sexuality.  Okay?"

   I suppose that we both knew that I didn't know what the hell I was
talking about.  But I was serious about easing her guilt.  From what Mr. 
Kent had said to me earlier, I gathered that she was going to have enough
problems without feeling guilty.

   We finally ate supper and then we cleaned up and watched some television
for a while.  She went to bed at the usual time and I went into my room to
find something to wear tomorrow.  I don't wear short skirts or see-through
clothing.  I was going to have to improvise.

   I pulled out my shortest skirt.  It was only two inches above my knee. I
put it on and saw that it was going to need a lot of work.  I went to
Heather's room.  She was still awake and I asked her if she would help me
pin my skirt up so that I could hem it.

   She was happy to help and we went out to the kitchen and I stood up on a
kitchen chair.  Together we tried to decide on a length that would satisfy
Mr.  Kent.  She stepped back and I slid my skirt up until she thought that
it would be short enough.  I thought it was much too short, but I suppose
that was the point.

   She came close again and made note of how short to pin it up.  It was
difficult, because there would be more material being removed than there
would be remaining.  Finally she went and got the scissors and cut off
nearly a foot of material as evenly as possible, then she pinned it up.  I
felt naked already.  I had never worn a skirt this short, not even when I
was her age!

   When she had finished pinning it up I took it off and put my robe on and
sat down to sew it up.  She left and I thought that she had gone back to
bed.  Instead, she came back out in a few minutes and asked me to help her
shorten one of her skirts.

   I was reluctant.  I didn't want to attract any more attention to her
than necessary.  I had always dressed her pretty conservatively.  I suppose
that was more of my sexual repression at work.  I thought that it wouldn't
hurt to do just one and see how it looked.  Besides, Mr.  Kent's
instructions had included her.

   Heather slipped off her sleep shirt and I saw her breasts for the first
time since she had been nine or ten.  I was amazed.  They were surprisingly
well developed for a young girl.  They were still small, an A cup as I had
guessed earlier, but these were not the little fruit sized mounds that I
had thought they would be, these were well formed breasts!  They looked
even bigger on her petite young body.

   She saw me staring and blushed.  I apologized and complimented her on
them.  I didn't want her to be self-conscious.  She was still embarrassed,
but I could see that she knew what she had to work with and was kind of
proud.

   She slipped the skirt on and buttoned it up and stood up on the chair.
We selected a length that was a lot shorter than I would have permitted a
few days ago.  I pinned it up for her and then we sat together and I turned
on some quiet music and we sewed and talked about anything, just like a
couple of schoolgirls.

   I found out a lot more than I ever had before about what her likes and
dislikes were, about what really went on at that awful school that she went
to.  I really have to get out of this neighborhood!  She also opened up a
lot more about her hopes and dreams.  It was actually fun, although I kept
having to force myself to stop thinking about why we were doing what we
were doing.

   When we were finished we put our skirts on and they were, of course,
much too short.  We agreed though that Mr.  Kent would approve.  I looked
at mine in the mirror and I felt so naked.  As I was staring at myself in
the mirror Heather said, "You really do have beautiful legs."

   That helped.

   I turned around and hugged her and kissed her forehead and sent her to
bed while I tried to figure out what I could wear for a top tomorrow.

   I went through what few white blouses I had, trying to find one that Mr.
Kent would find acceptable.  I don't have a lot of money to spend on
clothing, so I don't have a lot of clothing.  I tried on the only blouse
that might possibly be acceptable to him.  I looked in the mirror and,
although I could see the impression of my nipples in the light material,
which was embarrassing enough for me, I knew that he would not be pleased.

   I put it back on the hanger and put it with my short skirt.  I was just
about to go to bed when I remembered something.  I had a sheer black blouse
that went with a dress suit I had bought to wear to Heather's eighth grade
graduation.  It was part of a three piece outfit with a long skirt and a
matching jacket.

   I got it out and looked at it on the hangar.  I had only worn it once. I
had worn it with a bra and a slip under it, and a jacket over it.  The idea
of wearing it, and only it, exposing my breasts in public, was terrifying.
I couldn't even imagine how it would look in the light of day.

   I put the blouse on and buttoned it up, with my back to the mirror.  I
didn't really want to see this.  I looked down and I could see my breasts
clearly.  I could see the bumps on my areolae!

   I had to see it.  I had to know what others would see.  I turned back
around and faced the mirror.  I gasped at what I saw.  I was very nearly
topless!  I turned to the side and the curve of the side of my breasts was
clearly visible.  I was pretty sure that if I wore this outside tomorrow I
would be arrested.  I had no other options though.  It was the only
see-through top that I owned.  So I would wear it tomorrow and he would see
that it was totally inappropriate and make me change it.  Please god. 
Don't let him make me wear this outside!

   I got up early the next day.  I was too nervous to get much sleep.  I
took a shower and put my robe on and made coffee and waited for Heather to
get up.  She came out in her robe and we made breakfast.  We were both
nervous about today.

   After we ate she went to take a shower and get ready.  After I cleaned
up the kitchen I went to dress.

   It didn't take long to put on a miniskirt and a sheer blouse.  I went
back out to the kitchen and poured myself the third and last cup of coffee
and sat waiting.  I had just taken a sip of coffee when Heather came out
and I almost choked on it.

   She looked hot!  In fact, she looked much too hot for a thirteen year
old girl.  She was wearing her new miniskirt and she too had great legs. 
Long and coltish I believe is how they would be described.  Her top was a
very small crop top which stopped just under her breasts, not quite showing
the lower curve below her nipples.  I didn't know that she owned a crop top
and I asked her where, and more importantly, when, she had gotten it.

   She grinned and said, "Yesterday it was a t-shirt.  I made it last
night. Do you like it?"

   I said, "Sweetheart, it is very sexy.  You are smart enough to know that
no mother wants to see her thirteen year old daughter in something like
that!"

   She laughed and said, "We're even mom.  When I first saw you in that
blouse a few minutes ago I almost got a hardon!"

   "Heather!" I exclaimed.

   Then we looked at each other and laughed.  It was either that or cry.

   "Isn't it awful?" I asked.

   "No mom, you look hot.  Like a girl out of Playboy, or Penthouse. 
You're beautiful!"

   "Maybe, but I am hoping he sees that I can't wear this outside, I would
get arrested in this.  Now where the hell have you seen a Playboy or
Penthouse?"

   "Don't ask, don't tell, that's my policy," Heather said.

   I looked at the clock for the hundredth time.  It was almost ten.  Then
I suddenly remembered that the door was still locked and I ran to it and
unlocked it.  My timing could not have been better.  Mr.  Kent arrived
before I had returned to my seat.

   He walked right in and Heather stood up and stood beside me as he
approached the kitchen.  He looked us both over closely, and he seemed
satisfied.  I took a deep breath and sighed, but still, I had to say
something to him if he didn't say anything first.

   He said, "I am surprised.  You two did pretty well.  Let's go," and then
he started for the door.

   "Mr.  Kent," I said quietly, trying not to sound desperate.  "This
blouse is nearly invisible.  I will be arrested for indecent exposure!"

   "Don't be silly, you look decent to me.  Both of you look pretty hot. 
Let's go."

   I grabbed my purse and Heather and I hurried after him.  I locked the
front door and then I followed him to his car.  We passed a dozen people as
we made our way to his car and I saw the looks.  The women all looked at me
like I was a major slut, and the men all looked at me like I was a major
slut that they wanted to have sex with.  The only good thing was that they
were so intent on staring at my breasts that they hardly noticed Heather.

   Mr.  Kent opened the passenger door of his car and watched with interest
as Heather got in and slid over.  The little skirt she was wearing rode up
and more than a little of her little white panty crotch was exposed, and
stayed exposed, even after she tried to pull her skirt down.

   I sat down beside her and was dismayed to find that my crotch was
exposed too, only I was not wearing panties.  Mr.  Kent enjoyed the view
for a moment, and then he closed the door and went around and got in the
driver's seat.

   He ignored us as he buckled up and started the car and drove off.  As
soon as he had driven out of the parking lot his hand fell onto Heather's
thigh, his finger was only an inch from her silky nylon panties.  I was
watching out of the corner of my eye.  If his hand went higher I planned on
saying something, even though I knew that I was powerless to stop him.

   I noticed also that Heather's knuckles were white.  If nothing else
happened today, she certainly had fodder for a new masturbatory fantasy
when she went to bed tonight.  Unfortunately, I was sure that a lot more
was going to happen today.

   Mr.  Kent didn't move his hand the rest of the way up my daughter's
thigh.  He slid it down slowly to her knee and then back up to the same
place.  I saw Heather's breathing rate change and her breasts rising and
falling quickly and it was obvious that she was enjoying his attention.  I
couldn't blame her.  I knew that she had no choice but to let him touch
her, and I knew how exciting it was to be touched by a man.

   We had not gone far before we turned into a parking lot of a store
called Sweet Nothings.  I suppose that I had seen it, but I had never paid
much attention.  As I said, I didn't have a lot of money to spend on
clothes.

   There were only a couple of cars in the parking lot.  We got out and as
we got closer I saw the window displays and I could easily see why we had
come here.  The clothes on display were a lot of sexy lingerie, and even
sexier outer clothes.  See-through tops and tiny little micro miniskirts
were everywhere.

   We went inside and a beautiful, sexy redhead approached and said, "Hello
Mr.  Kent.  I haven't seen you in a long time.  Welcome back." I noticed
that as she talked to him she seemed nervous.  It was obvious that whatever
their relationship, they weren't friends.

   Mr.  Kent nodded and said, "Hi Jo.  I have a couple of friends that need
to spice up their wardrobes.  I couldn't think of a better place to do that
than your store."

   She looked at Heather and me and said to him, "The girl is a little
young, isn't she?"

   Mr.  Kent said, "Yeah, but don't worry, she's just window dressing.  I'm
not going to hurt her."

   Jo did not look convinced, but she nodded and said, "We have a lot of
new things since you were here last.  I am sure that you will find what you
are looking for."

   I followed Mr.  Kent around the surprisingly large store and he picked
up one slutty item of clothing after another and handed them to me.  There
were a handful of see-through blouses that were just as revealing as the
one that I was wearing.  There were a couple of others that contained so
little material that it didn't look like they could cover both of my
nipples at the same time.  He handed me skirts so short that it didn't look
like they would cover the important parts.  It was bad enough that he was
selecting these slutty clothes for me, but for every one that he handed me
he handed a similar but smaller one to Heather.

   We finally reached a section of crop tops and almost all of them had
some sort of obscene writing on the front.  He handed me several of them
that said things like, "I Swallow," and "I Put Out," with a picture of a
fire extinguisher, and "Cum," written on the side of the picture of a
dumpster in large letters.  Even I know what a damned cum dump is for
Christ's sake!  There were others, one that said, "Eat My Pussy," and one
that said, "Looking for a Few Good Men!"

   Then he picked out another batch for Heather that said things like,
"Slut in Training," and "I heart My Vagina," and "My Nipples Get Harder
than Most Guys Dicks," and "Designed for Pleasure," and "Wanna Get Lucky?
Kiss My Clover," with a shamrock placed over one nipple.

   As he picked them out and handed them to her I felt my face getting
white.  She was too young to even be thinking things like that, certainly
too young to be wearing things like that!

   The last area of the store that he led us through was the section with
the lingerie.  None of it was made for kids!  That didn't stop Mr.  Kent.
He picked out a half a dozen slutty, revealing bra and panty sets for both
of us in various colors.  He also picked up a few thongs and similarly
revealing sets of underwear for both of us.

   The only thing left was to pick out a few bathing suits for each of us.
We were both about to collapse under the weight of the clothes that he had
already picked out, despite how little material there was in each item.

   Jo, the owner, and a sales girl who introduced herself as Kara, came
over and took our selections and told us that they would be waiting at the
counter when we were ready.  We followed Mr.  Kent into the little corner
that contained all of the tiny little bathing suits.  One section had a big
colorful sign over it that advertised "Wicked Weasel" suits.

   Mr.  Kent seemed to recognize that brand and headed right for them.  He
picked out several suits for both of us.  I couldn't help wondering where
someone in his line of work was getting the money for this very expensive
shopping trip.  I had not kept track, but this stuff was expensive.  I
would not be surprised if the bill was over a thousand dollars.

   We finally went to the counter and Jo asked if we were going to try our
purchases on.  I was relieved to find that we were in a hurry.  I had not
wanted to try these things on.  I didn't want to wear them.

   Jo obviously disapproved of the outfits he had picked out for my
daughter.  I did too, but she was giving me dirty looks because I was
allowing it.  She had no idea that I didn't have a choice.

   I watched, embarrassed, as she rang it all up and her clerk put it in
bags.  I was astounded when the total came to just over $1,500!

   It took all three of us to carry it all out to the trunk of the car.  I
was worn out as we got back in the car and just like before, as soon as we
were on the road, Mr.  Kent's hand went to Heather's thigh.

   I thought that we would be going back to the apartment now, to drop off
the clothes or perhaps even provide Mr.  Kent with a fashion show.  Instead
he drove to a photography studio on the edge of the industrial district.  I
glanced at the time.  It was just before one in the afternoon, but the shop
looked closed.  As I sat there and looked around though, I couldn't help
but have a bad feeling about this.

   Mr.  Kent said, "You two wait here." Then he got out and went to the
door.  He had to knock to get in, but as soon as he knocked someone
unlocked the door.  He spoke to the man that had opened the door and they
went to the back of the car and opened the trunk and the two of them
carried all of our new clothes inside.  When they closed and locked the
door I saw the closed sign moving around on the glass door.

   I looked at Heather, who was looking back at me and she looked just as
worried as I was.

   "Doesn't look good, does it?" I asked.

   Heather just shook her head and then sat with her head back against the
seat and her eyes closed.

   "I have the feeling that we are not going to like it here," she said
quietly.

   "I think you're right," I said, almost under my breath.  "Maybe we
should get out of here and I can take my chances with the courts.  I could
probably handle whatever this is.  But he obviously intends to make you a
part of this or he wouldn't have bought you all of those awful clothes. 
Hell, he already has made you a part of this.  I should not be allowing
this."

   Heather was quiet for a moment and then she said, "There isn't anything
you can do against him.  You already know it.  We discussed it.  Sometimes
bad things happen to good people.  It looks like bad things are going to
happen to us today.  Bad things happen to girls a lot younger than me
everyday.  I'll get through it."

   Like I said, she is a very smart kid.  I said, "Yes, bad things happen
to young girls all of the time.  Not usually with the help of their
mothers."

   Heather sighed.  She was still sitting with her eyes closed, and she
said, "You aren't helping.  I know that you would protect me if you could.
That is one scary dude, and he would put you in jail in a heart beat, and
god knows what would happen to me.  I'll bet he would still be able to get
at me if you were in prison."

   I hadn't thought of that!  I'll bet she was right.

   We had been sitting there for nearly fifteen minutes when Mr.  Kent came
back out to get us.  He opened my door and when we were out he locked the
car.  Then he looked around, as if to make sure that no one was watching,
and he led us inside.

   There was nobody in the room when we entered.  As Mr.  Kent was locking
the door a man came in through another door and looked at us.  He was older
than Mr.  Kent, and not as large, but he was still a pretty big guy.  He
stared at both of us and then he smiled at Mr.  Kent.  We weren't
introduced though, and nobody spoke.

   The stranger turned around and went back through the door and Mr.  Kent
nodded at us to follow him.  I took Heather's hand and we followed the man
down a short hallway and into a small studio.

   There were lights around a bedroom set and all of the clothing that we
had just bought was in piles on the bed.  That wasn't the worst of it. 
Sitting in chairs just off camera were a dozen men.  They were all staring
at us as we walked into the room.  Well, not so much staring at us as
leering.  I watched as they made comments quietly among themselves,
obviously about us, though I couldn't hear what they were saying.

   Mr.  Kent took us aside and said, "Here is what is going to happen.  You
two are going to go up on the set and Heather, you are going to sit on the
bed and lean against the headboard and watch as your mother tries on all of
her new clothes." He turned to me and pointed out that they were in piles
starting with bathing suits and then lingerie and that was where I was to
start.  I would try on each bathing suit and each item of lingerie.  When I
had finished with them I would remove the last ones and start trying on
items in the next pile.  I was only to try on one item at a time so that I
would either be topless or bottomless the entire time.  When I put each
item on I would turn around slowly and model it for my daughter's approval.


   After I had tried on all of the items I was to remain undressed and then
help my daughter try on all of the items that he had bought for her.  We
were never to look at the audience, and we were never to look at the
camera. We were to act as though we were having fun.  There had best be a
lot of smiles, because if we needed to be reminded we would really not like
the reminders they used.  Lastly, we needed to keep a lively pace, so the
audience didn't get too bored.

   I pulled Heather close and hugged her and said to Mr.  Kent, "She is so
young Mr.  Kent, couldn't it just be me?  I'll do anything that you ask."

   He grinned and said, "I'm not asking, I'm ordering.  Since you are
obviously a stupid cunt and haven't figured it out yet, let me explain.  It
is her youth that some of these perverts find attractive.  Now start
smiling, get your asses up there and don't piss me off.  Trust me.  There
are worse movies we could make."

   I shuddered, because I knew what he was talking about, and because I was
not convinced that this was not going to turn into one of those movies.

   Heather shrugged and took my hand and we put on something as close to a
smile as we could get, considering how scared we were.  Then she led me up
on the stage.  It wasn't really a stage I suppose.  The large bed was
surrounded by a carpeted area that was about fifteen feet larger than the
bed, but it wasn't raised off of the floor.

   Heather led me to the bed and found just enough room to sit against the
headboard beside my last pile of clothing.  I looked down at the piles and
saw that they were separated into the first tiny pile which I hadn't even
noticed from the door, the swim suits.  Then the small pile of lingerie,
then the crop tops, the blouses, and finally the tiny skirts.

   I smiled at Heather, as best I could, took a deep breath and started
undressing.  Three days ago I had undressed in front of a man for the first
time.  Now I was undressing in front of more than a dozen of them, as well
as several cameras.  I noticed that there were three men moving around, one
with a still camera and two with professional looking movie cameras.

   It suddenly occurred to me where the money for our new clothing was
coming from!  These movies would be for sale!

   I shuddered again, but I shrugged my blouse off.  It didn't cover much
anyway.  My tiny skirt followed quickly.  At least the audience was silent.
I would have had a hard time dealing with a lot of obscene comments.

   I put the first of the tiny bikinis on and then I turned around,
ostensibly for Heather.  She smiled and nodded and I looked down and saw
how little it covered, just my nipples and my pussy, most of my little
patch of pubic hair was exposed.  I slipped the suit off and put on the
next one, which was basically the same in a different color.  Neither suit
had a lining.  They would obviously be transparent when wet.  Not that it
mattered here.

   The last of the suits was a strange looking one piece.  I had to look at
the directions that were attached to the strap before I could figure out
how to put it on.  It was an all but transparent powder blue material that
covered my nipples if I didn't move, then came together just above my pussy
and just barely covered my slit.  Then it became nothing but a piece of
string which went between the cheeks of my butt and then around my waist
where it tied off to the front piece.  I had my doubts that this would be
legal at any public pool or beach.  I wasn't such a dumb cunt that I didn't
know that the men would love it.

   I saw Heather giggle at the trouble I had with it, and it kind of made
me relax a little that she could react that way.  I smiled at her and then
I took the damned thing off and moved on to the lingerie.

   I tried on the panties first, the thongs.  I had a sinking suspicion
that I would be shaving my pubic hair off soon.  There was nothing that I
had tried on yet that did not leave my pubic hair exposed.

   I tried on the three thongs and then the panties that he had selected at
the store.  They were only slightly more substantial than the thong.  At
least they had a small piece of cloth that covered my butt.  The material
was nearly transparent though.

   I tried on the bra and panty sets next.  They were scandalous, but I had
to admit, they were beautiful.  Too sexy for my tastes, but they would have
looked good on someone else.  As I put each one on and turned around I
tried to ignore the fact that the audience was watching us, watching me put
on what was basically a sex show.  I tried not to notice the cameras coming
in for the occasional close-up of my naked or nearly naked body.

   I took off the last of the bra and panty sets and as I stepped out of
the panties I noticed how damp the crotch panel was.  I was upset with
myself for having that kind of reaction.  I hoped that I was the only one
that was aware of it.

   The next pile was the crop tops.  I put them on, modeled them and then
took them off.  As I put each one on, Heather was amused by the horrible
things that they said on them and she frequently giggled.  It made things a
lot easier and I winked at her as I changed clothes.

   I put on a half a dozen nearly transparent blouses next.  They were no
worse than the one that I had worn this morning.  The thing that worried me
was that they were now a large part of my wardrobe, so I could assume that
I would be wearing them out more often now.

   Finally I came to the small pile of skirts.  This went quickly.  They
were unbelievably short.  Shorter even than the one I had worn today, which
I had thought was testing the limits of the law.

   I took off the last of the skirts finally, and then came the part of
this entertainment for perverts that I had tried to put out of my mind.  I
stood there naked for a moment, and then I took Heather's hand and pulled
her to her feet and led her around the bed to the slutty clothes that were
piled up and waiting for her on the other side.

   I bent down and kissed the top of her head and then I reached for her
little crop top and removed it.  As I did I saw the cameras coming in for
close-ups of her developing body and it was all that I could do to keep
from screaming at them.

   I saw the combination of fear and excitement in Heather's eyes and the
embarrassment at being undressed by her mother in front of a group of
perverts.  I was proud of her though.  As scared as she was she kept
something resembling a smile on her face and didn't balk in the least as I
dropped her little top on the floor and followed it quickly with her skirt.

   I helped her put the slutty little bathing suits on, one after the
other, and after she put each one on she would turn around to model it,
ostensibly for me, but actually for the perverts and the cameras.

   I tried to keep it light, I remembered how much it had helped me when
she at giggled at the obscene phrases on my crop tops earlier.  So I teased
her a little bit as we went down the line trying on one slutty thing after
another.  I could tell that she appreciated it.

   The obscene tops were the worst.  I couldn't believe that he would make
her wear these.  Unfortunately, I didn't think for a moment that he would
spend all of that money on these slutty outfits and not make us wear them.

   When she was trying on the crop tops, and then the see-through blouses,
I noticed that she looked much older than thirteen, probably because her
breasts were so well developed and because the clothing was made for older
girls.  The idea of her wearing any of this stuff where anyone would see
her was breaking my heart.

   We finally came to the end of the clothing that we were to try on and I
didn't know what to do next.  Mr.  Kent had not given us any further
instructions.  Once we were both naked and there were no more clothes to
try on I pulled Heather close and hugged her and we stood like that,
waiting.

   I saw them getting some close-ups of us.  Then the man that had unlocked
the door for us and had been taking the stills on his large camera handed
the camera to one of the men seated nearby and stepped inside the circle of
lights that surrounded us and walked around us, moving a hand lightly over
our bodies as he circled us slowly.

   I shuddered again, fearing that this must be one of those men that Mr.
Kent had described as one of his friends that liked young girls.  After a
moment he pulled us apart and instructed me to clear the clothes off of the
bed.

   He stood behind Heather, his hands cupping and holding her young breasts
as I quickly pushed the clothing off of the bed and to the floor on the
other side.  When I was finished he ordered both of us to undress him.

   I let Heather start unbuttoning his shirt while I dropped to my knees
and helped him take off his shoes and socks.  Then I straightened up and
began to unfasten his belt.  I saw that his hands had returned to Heather's
breasts, teasing her puffy nipples now as she unbuttoned and slid his shirt
off.

   I had his pants down to his ankles and he stepped out of them, holding
onto Heather for support.  Then I started to take off his jockey shorts but
he stopped me.  He pushed Heather down in front of him and suggested that
she should perform that task.

   Heather glanced at me, but it would not be the first cock that she had
seen close up.  She took hold of the waist band of his shorts and after
struggling briefly to get them down past his hard cock she managed to slide
them down and he stepped out of them.

   He hadn't been wearing an undershirt and he was naked now.  He stepped
back and got up on the bed and stretched out on his back.  He called me
over and ordered me to get up on the bed and suck his cock.  With one of
the cameras nearly in my face I obeyed his order.  I crawled up and started
to get between his legs but he stopped me.  He told me to face the other
way so that he could play with my pussy while I sucked him off.

   It wasn't too bad.  His cock was not nearly as large as Mr.  Kent's was.
I was soon taking him down my throat and he was obviously enjoying it.  His
hand crawled up my thigh and was soon teasing my pussy, and it felt pretty
good.

   I wasn't too happy about what came next though.  While I was sucking his
cock he ordered Heather to get between his legs and lick his balls.

   She had seen me do it for Mr.  Kent.  She must have realized that she
was not going to leave this room without having sex of some kind, probably
losing her virginity, though there was still hope.  At least in my mind
there was.  I don't know what she was thinking.

   She obeyed with only the slightest hesitation and as I sucked the man's
cock I saw her as she watched for a moment, and then lowered her head and
began tentatively licking his balls.

   He was clean and after a short time she became less tentative and began
to lick with more confidence, much like she had seen me doing it the night
before last.  The man that we were licking and sucking was really
appreciative and in a very short time he started filling my mouth with cum.

   I held my mouth over the head of his dick and used my hand to finish
him. Then I sat up and swallowed.  I noticed that his cum was not nearly as
bitter as Mr.  Kent's, and it didn't seem to have that bleachy taste.  It
wasn't pleasant, but it was much easier to swallow than Mr.  Kent's.

   There were a few drops on the head of his dick as it softened.  I
started to bend down and lick them up but he stopped me.  He looked at
Heather and said, "Honey, it's about time you got a little taste, why don't
you lick those last few drops up so that your mother doesn't have to?"

   I watched in dismay as she stared at the two small drops of cum,
probably not enough to even get a taste.  Still, it was the idea that my
thirteen year old daughter had to do this, and right in front of my eyes,
that was so horrible.

   She glanced at me.  I think she was bothered by the idea that I was
watching as much as I was.  Then she stretched her neck out and stuck out
her tongue and licked the head of the man's dick with the cameras coming in
again for some close-ups.

   I saw her hesitate after licking up the drops, but there was no
expression on her face and she swallowed without any show of emotion at
all.

   The man stood up and picked up his clothes and walked off camera and two
more men came up on stage.  They started undressing rapidly as they stared
down at us with looks of wanton lust on their faces.

   Both men appeared to be in their late forties or early fifties.  Both
were overweight and out of shape, and both had smaller penises than the
first man.  These two were both hard already from watching us and both had
about six inches of cock.

   They got up on the bed, side by side and while I was pulled down and
forced to start sucking one of them, the other smiled at Heather and said,
"Well young lady, you should know what to do by now.  Let's see how well
you do with a cock of your own to suck on."

   I groaned in despair as I watched him move Heather into a position
similar to my own so that he had access to her pussy while she sucked his
cock.  I was crying quietly as she bent down and started copying the things
she had watched me doing to Mr.  Kent two nights ago.

   She licked the old man's balls first, and then she licked her way up his
throbbing cock.  I watched her jump once and I saw that he had his hand
between her thighs now and was exploring her privates.  Except for that
brief reaction she ignored him and began sucking on his cock and using her
hand to stimulate that portion of his cock that she could not get in her
mouth.

   Unlike me, she was not able to take him into her throat, but he didn't
seem to mind and it wasn't long before the idea of being sucked off by a
thirteen year old virgin sent him right over the edge and he held her mouth
in place and filled it with cum.

   We had discussed what that was like in one of our heart to heart talks,
so at least she had some idea what to expect.  I watched her gag as her
mouth filled up, but she got it under control and when he was finished she
lifted her head and swallowed, gagging only slightly as the man's cum slid
down her throat.

   Seconds later I received the same treatment from the man that I was
sucking off.  He filled my mouth with cum and when he was done I sat up and
swallowed.  I was beginning to realize that the more often I did this the
easier it got.  I was not sure how I felt about that.

   The man that had just filled my little girl's mouth with cum lifted her
up and set her down between them and the two men examined her virginal
little slit for a moment.  The one that I had been sucking off slipped a
finger inside of her and stopped when he reached her hymen.  I saw her jump
when his finger reached it.  They smiled at each other and got out of bed
and picked up their clothes and stepped off stage.

   The next two men were already naked and ready and soon Heather and I
were back at work.  For me it was just another average cock to suck, but
the man that had gone to Heather's side of the bed had a much larger penis.
It was not as large as Mr.  Kent's, but it was quite fat.

   They kept Heather between them and they both played with her ass and her
little pussy as she struggled to suck off the man with the fat cock.  I
didn't want to watch, it was killing me that I couldn't protect my little
girl.  Unfortunately, I couldn't help seeing her struggling with that fat
shaft of male meat and finally getting several inches of it into her mouth.
In fact, I was so wrapped up in it that I didn't even realize that another
man had come forward and was about to rape me from behind while I was
sucking the cock in my mouth.

   I felt my ass being moved around closer to the side of the bed but I
didn't realized what was going on until I felt a pair of large hands on my
hips and a hard cock nudging the swollen lips of my pussy.

   I gasped when it pushed into me violently and almost lifted my head from
the cock that I was sucking.  The man that I was sucking off had been
watching and he grabbed my head and held me down as his friend started
brutally fucking me from behind.

   At first it was very uncomfortable, but it started feeling very good
soon and even though I really didn't want to, I felt myself nearing orgasm
quickly.  I was aware that Heather was watching me and I hated that she
would see me cum like this while being raped by two strange men.  But there
was nothing that I could do about it.

   Soon, both men that were getting blowjobs filled our mouths with yet
another load of cum.  The men that we had just satisfied stood up and left
the stage and two more took their places.  This time there was another
difference.  The man that Heather was forced to suck off had moved down
further on the bed and after she took him into her mouth he pulled her over
his head and pulled her down and he started eating her pussy while she
attempted to suck him off.

   When his tongue touched her pussy she screamed around his cock and her
back straightened out and her head flew up.  He pushed her back down and
returned to eating her as the first sound of the afternoon came from the
audience.  I heard them chuckle at her reaction to the man's tongue on her
young pussy.

   Since she had already started to masturbate she was not unfamiliar with
orgasms.  This would, however, be the first at the hands of another.  It
was just tragic that it would be at the hands of some strange pervert that
was old enough to be her grandfather.

   It didn't take long.  She started moaning quickly but soon she was
screaming and thrashing around almost out of control.  The old man that was
raping her mouth held her down with both arms and ate her while she came in
his mouth, very vocally.

   Finally he got impatient with her though and forced her head back down
over his cock.  She seemed to take it eagerly this time, sucking as though
she was enjoying it.  I looked at her face and there was a glazed look in
her eyes.  And the camera was right in her face!

   It went on like this until the only men left were Mr.  Kent and the two
cameramen.  Mr.  Kent got up on the bed after the last two had gotten off.
He stretched out between us and let Heather attempt to suck his large cock.
She had been getting a lot of practice this afternoon but her jaw was sore
and he was just so large.

   He pushed her away in exasperation.  I expected him to let me finish him
off.  I wish that it had gone that way.  Later I realized that he probably
had this planned all along, but I was shocked at the time when he sat up
and pulled Heather down beside him and explored her body with his large
hand while staring down at her.

   After a minute he said, "Since you still can't suck cock worth a shit, I
guess it's time to take that cherry of yours."

   I was shocked.  She had been molested by all of those men and not one of
them threatened to take her virginity.  I had thought that she was safe, at
least for a while longer.  I pleaded with him, "Mr.  Kent, please, she is
so young, and you are so big.  You'll tear her.  Please, let me suck you
off, or fuck me instead.  Please, I'll make it so good for you, I promise."

   He didn't even look at me.  He crawled up over my baby and started
rubbing the head of his cock over her tight little slit.  I saw her gasping
at the touch, but she was obviously twice as scared as I was, with good
reason!"

   After a few moments of teasing her he continued to stare into her face,
along with the nearby camera, and he ordered me to reach between them and
put his cock in her cunt.

   I started to plead again and he said, "It's okay if you keep begging and
whining and crying.  I like the sound of it.  But meanwhile, put my fucking
cock in your little girl's cunt.  Don't make me tell you again!"

   I looked at her face and I said, "I'm sorry baby."

   She nodded and then she looked back at Mr.  Kent.

   I reached down and took his big cock in my hand and with a little
difficulty I rubbed the head of it up and down her surprisingly slippery
pussy and lined the head up with her virginal opening.

   I held it there until he began to push into her.  I moved my hand back
then and watched as she began panting in pain almost immediately.

   He didn't drive it all the way in.  Not at first.  He forced the head
and a bit more of it inside of her, teasing her with it, or perhaps giving
her a chance to adjust to it.  I'm not sure which.

   I saw her eyes glazing over again and her mouth was open as she gasped
for breath with each of his small strokes.  Then, without any warning he
plunged through her hymen and buried nearly all of his large cock inside of
her.

   She screamed when he pierced her, and I saw the chords on her neck bulge
out in pain.  Her white knuckles gripped the bedspread and every muscle in
her body seemed to tense up.

   He paused with his cock inside her and watched her face, enjoying her
pain.

   He waited for her to relax a little and he lifted off of her slightly
and ordered me to stretch out beside them.  When I was where he wanted me
he ordered me to kiss her on the lips and at the same time he wanted me to
play with his balls while he fucked my little girl's cunt.

   I wanted to grab his balls and crush them but I was smart enough to know
that that would be a fatal mistake.  Instead I did as he instructed.  I
leaned forward and, with the camera catching every move I made, I kissed my
daughter's lips while reaching down and caressing the testicles of the
monster that was raping her right in front of me.

   After a minute, Heather started to return my kisses and soon she was
beginning to relax.  I felt him begin to move again, moving his cock in and
out of her with short, slow strokes as I struggled to follow the movement
of his balls with my fingers.

   As he moved, Heather groaned in pain at first, but then it started
sounding more like pleasure.  I found it impossible to believe that she
could have an orgasm during her first vaginal sex, especially with this
asshole.  But it seemed like that was exactly what was happening.

   She gave up her white knuckled grip on the bedspread and wrapped her
arms around my neck and soon she was kissing me passionately and working
her hips up to meet every stroke as Mr.  Kent started picking up the pace,
fucking her harder and faster.

   He finally couldn't take anymore of her tight little pussy and I felt
him tense up and begin to fill her with his hot cum.  When she realized
what he was doing it seemed to set her off and she gripped my neck so hard
it hurt as she screamed into my mouth and came violently.

   I hated that it had happened.  But I had to be thankful that she had
enjoyed it.  It could have been pretty traumatic.  I wouldn't want her to
be as fucked up as I was.

   Mr.  Kent stayed inside my daughter until his cock was soft.  Then he
pulled out and got up on his knees.  He looked at me and I knew what he was
looking for.  It turned my stomach, but I had swallowed enough bodily
fluids already today that I suppose it didn't matter.  I bent down and
while trying to ignore the cameras in my face I began licking his soft, but
still very large and slimy cock.  I noted a small amount of blood on the
base of his shaft.  I could taste the difference now that her juices coated
his cock.  But I managed to suck him clean without getting sick.

   That wasn't the end of my trials.  He got up and pushed me over onto my
back.  Then he began moving Heather around and soon she was squatting over
my head and he was pushing her down over my mouth.

   I didn't fight it.  I had no fight left in me.  As soon as her pussy was
in position I began to lick her clean and let his cum drain into my mouth.
As I worked I felt her being pushed down and soon she was providing a
similar service to me.

   We did this for a long time.  I assume that they were hoping that we
would get excited and reach orgasm on the end of each other's tongue.  We
didn't, I guess that we were both in too much shock.  Finally they let us
stop and the lights were shut off and the cameras were put away.

   I started to take a deep breath and relax until I saw the camera men
undressing and I knew that the job wasn't quite done yet.

   They both got up on the bed and just as we were about to service them,
Mr.  Kent said, "Hold on, might as well get this in case we need some extra
footage."

   The man that had opened the door for us when this all had started
stepped forward and turned on the lights again.  Then he picked up one of
the cameras and filmed Heather and I sucking off the camera men.

   They were both pretty excited and it didn't take long, thankfully.  My
jaw was killing me.  I can only imagine how hard it must be for Heather.

   We were finally finished and the lights were off.  Most of the men had
left and it was just Mr.  Kent and the man that seemed to own the place.

   Mr.  Kent went to a corner of the room and came back with the empty
shopping bags and ordered us to fold our new clothes and neatly put them in
the bags.  While we were doing that he and the owner sat in a couple of
chairs in the corner and drank a beer and talked quietly while they watched
us working in the nude.

   It took us nearly fifteen minutes to pick up the clothes and sort them
out and fold them up.  We didn't speak at first, but after a minute or two
I asked Heather, "Are you okay baby?"

   She looked at me for a second, her eyes were moist but she wasn't crying
right now.  She nodded, and then she said, "I guess so.  The sucking wasn't
so bad.  Not until my jaw got sore.  Once I got past the pain the fucking
wasn't so bad.  It just really pissed me off that I let him give me an
orgasm."

   I almost said something to her about her language, but then I realized
how stupid that was and I laughed.  She looked up to make sure that I
wasn't freaking out.  Then I said, "I know baby.  The same thing happened
when he raped me.  You saw it.  I couldn't help it.  He is a super asshole,
but he is a good fuck."

   Heather lifter her eyebrow at that, then she laughed quietly and said,
"Mom!  Watch your fucking language!  There is a little girl in the room!"

   I got sad then and I said, "Not so little anymore.  I am so sorry baby.
I wanted you to have such a good life.  I have worked so hard and now,
because of one stupid mistake, now we have this.  What scares me is I doubt
that this was the worst of it.  That man is evil!"

   She nodded and said, "I know, and I know it isn't your fault." Then she
said, "Shhh," and I knew he was coming back over to where we were just
finishing up.

   He saw that we were done and ordered us to put our clothes back on. 
When we were once more wearing our slutty clothes he led us back to the
car. We got in and as soon as he had driven out of the parking lot his hand
was on Heather's thigh and his finger rubbing her sore pussy.

   She jumped at his touch at first.  Then she just sat back and tried to
ignore him.

   When we got back to our apartment he helped us carry our clothes inside.
Then he sat down and ordered me to get him a beer.  While I was doing that
he had Heather undress and as he pulled her into his lap he ordered me to
undress.

   He ran his hand over her tight, young little body and said, "I don't see
any reason for you two to wear clothing in the house any longer.  From now
on, as soon as you get home I want you to strip down and stay naked."

   I just nodded.  There was nothing to say.  Then he said, "I had a talk
with your supervisor yesterday.  She said that you blame Mr.  Packard for
your troubles."

   I shrugged and said, "If Mr.  Devon was telling the truth, and I still
don't believe that he was, then the only possible explanation for my
reaction was that I was so upset at what he did to me that I over reacted.
I don't know what else it could have been.  I am not a violent person.  At
any rate, when I slapped Mr.  Devon, it was never my intention that he end
up at the foot of the stairs.  But I know what I felt, and I am positive
that he grabbed my ass that day."

   Mr.  Kent said, "The problem here is that you place too high a value on
your skanky ass.  I want you to go talk to your supervisor on Monday.  You
are to tell her that you feel guilty for spreading rumors about Mr. 
Packard and you want to start assisting him again.  From now on you are to
allow him any and all liberties he should wish to take.  Do you
understand?"

   I was staring at him with my mouth open!  He had to be kidding!  But I
saw that he was deadly serious, and finally I gave in.  He knew that I
would.  I nodded and he smiled that evil smile.

   "The other thing that you are going to do to atone for the error of your
ways is to entertain Mr.  Devon.  I am going to interview him at the end of
next week.  If he does not convince me that all is forgiven, then, well, I
am tired of making threats, you know what I can do."

   My mouth was again wide open, but I finally swallowed my pride and
nodded.  I saw Mr.  Devon almost every day, in the hall or in the parking
lot.  He always gave me really evil looks.  He must surely know that it was
his fault, but he looked like he wanted to wring my neck.  I was afraid of
him.

   I told Mr.  Kent that I was afraid of him, but he said, "You should be
afraid of me.  You have a lot more to worry about with me, trust me."

   He stood up then and sat Heather down on the couch.  Then he pulled me
over and bent me over her so that our faces were almost touching.  I heard
him behind me, pulling his pants down, and then I felt him kicking my feet
apart and preparing to fuck me from behind.  He entered me brutally, and I
was not wet.  It hurt like hell.  I just grimaced and held my breath for a
few minutes until I started lubricating, then I closed my eyes and waited
for it to end.

   I felt something brush over my lips and I opened my eyes to see Heather
kissing me lightly.  She stopped for a second, smiled at me, and then
resumed kissing me.  I loved her so much.  I saw what she was doing.  To my
shame, I let her.

   I started returning her kisses and I felt her soft hand on my breast.  I
had my arms on either side of her shoulders, leaning against the back of
the couch, and we were kissing like lovers while Mr.  Kent fucked me like a
two dollar whore.

   Just like all of those other times, I started getting excited, egged on
now by Heather's kisses.  Soon I was kissing her passionately and I came
just as Mr.  Kent filled my pussy with his sperm again.

   He pushed me aside and before I could move in and clean him he grabbed
Heather by the hair and pulled her face down to his slimy cock and made her
lick him clean.

   She hesitated for a second, but then she did as he wanted.  I looked
away but he pulled me back and held my head tight against his hip so that I
could watch her work at his nasty cock.

   When he was satisfied he pushed us both away and started putting his
pants back together.  As he dressed he said, "I'll pick you up tomorrow
evening around four.  Be ready, I'll decide what you wear when I get here."

   Then he reached into his wallet and handed me a prescription for birth
control pills for Heather.  I was grateful to have it, but I suddenly
realized that I had spent every last spare cent that I had for my own
prescription.  I broke down and started bawling as everything just kind of
overwhelmed me.

   He stared at me, surprised at my reaction.  Finally he said in
exasperation, "What the fuck is wrong with you, you stupid cunt?!  I
thought I was doing you a favor!"

   I tried to stop crying and explain.  Heather came over and put her arms
around me and pulled my head down to her breast and after a moment I could
finally talk.

   I explained, "I have missed a lot of work lately.  On a good week I only
clear a little over a hundred dollars.  I have been just barely paying the
rent and utilities for months now.  We are living on meat loaf, spaghetti,
and tuna casserole.  Some days we get by on bread and butter.  I don't have
a penny left."

   He shook his head and pulled out his wallet and handed Heather some
wadded up bills.  Then he stepped closer and unzipped his pants and pulled
his cock out.

   He reached for Heather's hand and as he used it to masturbate with he
said, "What did I tell you about how much it turns me on when you cry, you
stupid cunt?  Now don't move."

   He beat his meat rapidly and sprayed first Heather's face and then mine
with cum.  The next spurt didn't have as much force and fell onto my
breast. Then a few dribbles fell onto my knee and he put his cock away.

   I watched as he shoved his slimy fingers into Heather's mouth and she
sucked him clean, and then he made us lick each other clean.  When we were
finished he finally left.

   I held Heather close again and said, "I'm sorry honey.  Sometimes it is
all just too much all at once.  That last one was my fault."

   Heather grinned and said, "Well, at least it didn't hurt, and look at
this!"

   She held out her hand.  He had handed her five bills.  Five one-hundred
dollar bills!

   I almost fell out of my chair!  We had been living on a little less than
we needed for Heather's entire life.  We had never had a spare dime.  I was
so excited that I was shaking.

   I realized that the profits from the movie they made of us today would
more than repay him for the slut clothes and that wad of money.  But still,
I was so grateful for having a weight taken off of my shoulders for just a
moment.  We could eat.  I could even buy a six pack of Coke!  Hell, we
could go to a movie!

   Heather was thirteen and had never been to a theater.  Of course, I
didn't know how long it would be before he allowed us any free time to go
to a movie.

   It was still early in the evening.  We got dressed and went shopping.  I
got the prescription filled and bought some decent food and a few luxuries.
I picked up a quart of ice cream and a six pack of soft drinks.  I even
bought two small steaks.

   I stopped on the way home and had my house key copied.  We didn't live
in the kind of neighborhood where it was a good idea to keep your door
unlocked, especially if you were two girls living alone.

   We went back home and although we still felt a little strange about it
we undressed and put the groceries away.  We had both worked up an appetite
today.  I made a salad, fried up some potatoes and onions.  Heather set the
table while I cooked those two small rib eye steaks.  Then we poured a
couple of cokes over ice and had the best meal that we had eaten in
Heather's entire life.

   After our wonderful meal we cleaned up the kitchen.  Both of us were too
full to have any ice cream.  Then we sat down and sipped our cokes and
talked about what had happened to us, but mostly to her today.

   It had been pretty intense for both of us.  But we had suspected that it
would be.  I told her that I had hoped right up to the end that she would
be able to keep her virginity.  I had been shocked when he took it.  I
guess I am just too gullible.  I had really believed him when he said she
was too young for him.  Maybe I really am a stupid cunt.

   Heather said, "I guess that is how he strings out the horrible things
that he plans to do and gets you to go along.  He holds out just a little
bit of hope and you keep going after it.  If it makes you feel any better,
he fooled me too."

   We had the most unusual conversation after that.  We spent a good
fifteen or twenty minutes talking about the difference in the taste of
men's cum.  I bet that there is not another thirteen year old girl in the
country that has had that discussion with her mother!

   We decided that some were very bitter and bleachy, like Mr.  Kent.  They
were the worst.  Some were not bleachy but they were bitter to varying
degrees.  It was still very unpleasant, but slightly more bearable.  The
easiest to swallow were those rare guys that had almost no taste at all. 
Heather had had two of them today, I had not been so lucky.

   We noticed that the smokers were the worst.  They had the most bitter
cum.  We decided that the difference between the others must be in their
diet.  Mr.  Kent's was probably the worst because he is a monster.

   We didn't have to get up early tomorrow so we sat around and watched
dumb shows in the nude and tried to make believe that nothing was different
in our life.  We finally went to bed around midnight.  I probably should
have had a hard time sleeping after the day's traumatic events, but I slept
like a log until almost ten o'clock the next morning.

   I got up and started to put my robe on before I remembered I was to
remain nude.  I went to the bathroom and emptied my bladder and brushed my
teeth and washed my hands and face.  Then I went out to the kitchen.

   Heather was already up and she had coffee ready for me.  I poured a cup
and sat down and thanked her.  She had already eaten her cereal, so I had
some Bran Checks and sipped on my coffee.  I had Heather unlock the door,
just in case.  Then we put the dishes in the sink and talked about doing
something fun before this afternoon, when the fun and games would begin
again.

   We ended up splitting a coke and playing Yahtzee for a couple of hours.
I made grilled cheese for lunch and we played dominoes in the afternoon. 
Then at two o'clock we started getting ready.

   We took showers and did our hair.  We didn't wear makeup.  So now we
were sitting around with an hour to kill, waiting for Mr.  Kent.

   He showed up at ten before the hour and we went into the back to get
dressed to his specifications.  The strange thing was that he had bought
all of those slut clothes and he made us put the underwear on, but then he
dressed us in one of our normal, everyday, conservative outfits.  I guess
it is more fun to despoil and degrade us when we look like normal people.

   He led us out to his car and, before I forgot I thanked him for the
money and handed him a key to our apartment.  We all got into the car and
before we had gotten a block he reached into the pocket in his door and
handed us each a blindfold and ordered us to put them on.

   That seemed a bit sinister, but it wasn't a request.  After we were
blindfolded I felt Heather jump beside me and I assumed his hand was where
it shouldn't be.  He told us that we were going to a party.  It was a
fairly regular party that he threw for some friends of his in order to stay
on their good side.  He normally took a girl or two to the party, but this
was going to be the first time he had taken a girl this young, or a
beautiful mother-daughter.  Calling us beautiful did not make up for
pimping us out to his friends.

   He told us that his friends got a little rough sometimes, but that no
one would get hurt as long as we did as we were told.  All that we had to
do was to be friendly and say yes to everything.  The guys all had to work
in the morning so he didn't think that the party would go much past
midnight.

   I thought to myself, "What a relief, they are only going to gang rape my
daughter and I for the next eight hours.  We are so lucky!"

   Mr.  Kent finally pulled up into a driveway and told us to take off the
blindfolds.  We all got out and headed for the gate on the side of the
house that led into the back yard.  I looked around and saw that there were
other houses around, but not very close.  We were not in a subdivision.

   I could hear music and loud conversation coming from the back of the
house.  I saw a dozen cars parked around, in the driveway and on the side
of the road.  As Mr.  Kent opened the gate I heard several people call out,
"Hey!  Clark is here with the entertainment!"

   Now I knew Mr.  Kent's first name, though I didn't think that I would
get to use it.  We followed him into the backyard and he closed the gate
behind us.  There were about fifteen men in and around a large pool.  They
ranged in age from mid twenties to mid fifties.  They had apparently been
here for a while, some of them were pretty loud and I assumed that they had
been drinking for a while.

   We were led onto the well lit patio near the pool and after everyone was
quiet we were introduced by our first names as a mother and her horny
little daughter.  I suppose that, as skeptical as they might normally have
been, it must have been obvious that we were a mother and daughter.  We
resembled each other strongly.

   If there was anyone in the crowd that was sympathetic to our plight,
they hid it well.  We were soon surrounded by horny men and passed around
like a joint at a Grateful Dead concert.

   As we were passed from man to man our outer clothing was quickly
removed. We were left in our new underwear for a while and pawed by all of
the men.  Once they had all seen us in our new underwear we were relieved
of that too.

   The man who seemed to be the host came around and pulled us free of our
group gropes and took us to tables and we danced like strippers for a
while, but with hands constantly reaching up to slide up a thigh or over a
butt cheek, or slip a finger into our tight, wet slits.

   The dancing went on for only half an hour or so.  As I danced I began to
recognize a couple of guys in the crowd after I had stopped being so
wrapped up in my own troubles.  I suddenly realized that these guys were
all cops!  The first man that I recognized was the one that had driven me
to the station the night that I had been arrested.

   My daughter and I were being fed to the cops to keep them happy and
protect Mr.  Kent from any police problems!  Oh well, just another shovel
of dirt on my grave.

   The guys had soon had enough teasing and my daughter and I were pulled
down from our tables and taken to a couple of lounge chair cushions that
were laid out on the grass.  We were placed on our hands and knees and the
parade started.  We both had cocks at both ends for nearly two hours after
that.

   We were allowed to clean up a little under the outdoor shower and we
were given something to drink.  Then we circulated through the crowd until
someone else wanted to have sex with us.

   There was almost no sex the last couple of hours.  Well, there were some
drunks that tried, but all they got was tired.  The party finally started
breaking up and all of those too drunk to drive cops started leaving.

   Once they were done with us the host pulled a couple of large trash cans
onto the patio and with cum dripping down our thighs, Heather and I cleaned
up the mess on the patio.  Then we did the dishes and finally the host woke
up Mr.  Kent who was napping in one of the bedrooms and we were cleaned up
again and given a towel to sit on.  We put the blindfolds back on and we
were driven home.  I had left my purse in the car, thankfully, because all
of our clothing had disappeared.

   Mr.  Kent pulled up to the door of our building and let us out, in the
nude.  We rushed to our door, but thankfully it was early Monday morning
and no one saw us.

   Heather and I took a long, hot shower together and washed each other's
hair and back.  It had been a very long night, but the guys, though
exuberant, were not overly rough and not especially kinky.  It was just a
lot of enthusiastic fucking and sucking.  I suppose they didn't want anyone
to have any evidence of the activities that took place at their party
because I had not seen a camera anywhere.

   The next morning the alarm must have thought that I was dead.  It had
been ringing for nearly fifteen minutes before I heard it.  I got up and
went to Heather's room.  She was still sleeping too.  I woke her up and we
both needed to take another shower, just to wake up.  I got her breakfast
ready while she showered and dressed and then I took a quick shower.  I
came out in time to see Heather going to school in one of those tiny
miniskirts that Mr.  Kent had bought for us.  I tried to stop her but she
was out and gone.

   Oh well, I thought, what was the point at this stage in our fucked up
lives?

   I got my things together and locked the apartment and went to work.  On
the drive to work I remembered what Mr.  Kent had told me about that grabby
old man that he wanted me to go back to taking care of.

   Most of the morning I tried to think of some way to ask my supervisor,
Mrs.  Thomas, if I could resume being the care-giver for Mr.  Packard.  I
couldn't think of any plausible excuse for putting myself in his grasp
again.  The problem was solved, however, when Mrs.  Thomas came to me with
a problem.  It seems that there were no male nurses scheduled for today or
for the rest of this week in fact.  There was a shortage of male nurses and
they were often put on nights when they were available at all.

   It seems that Mr.  Packard was insisting that I be assigned back to his
care.  I sighed and said that I would be happy to resume caring for him.  I
lied and said that it had not been that bad and I had felt guilty for
complaining.

   Mrs.  Thomas was so relieved I almost felt good about it.

   The good feeling left me quickly though.  After I knocked on his door
and stood there wondering what it would be like now that I could not resist
his advances the good feeling disappeared quickly.

   He told me to come in and I closed the door and went over to say good
morning to him.  He leered at me and as soon as I leaned over to help him
up his hand went to my breasts.

   The horny old fart noticed the difference right away when I didn't try
to fend his hands off and he squeezed my breast for a moment before
reaching for my zipper and pulling it down.  By the time I had walked him
to his shower he had my dress unzipped below my waist and his hands were
exploring my bare breasts and dipping down to my pussy.

   He was saying, "I knew you wanted me you nasty cunt.  You fucking whore!
All you fucking cunts are fucking whores!"

   He was just ranting on and on.  It was very disgusting.  I finally
helped him into his shower and he told me to finish taking my dress off and
get in and wash him.  I stared at him, partly in exasperation, partly in
shock, because that nasty old man actually had a hardon!

   I tried to remember exactly what Mr.  Kent had said and how far I had to
let this go.  I remembered that I was to allow Mr.  Packard, "Any and all
liberties." So, I guess I had to do what he asked.

   I finished unzipping my dress and set it outside the bathroom on the
back of his chair.  Then I stepped into the shower stall with the dirty old
man and he was all over me.  He pawed me with his gnarled old hands and
leaned against me and gnawed on my nipples with his gums before he pushed
me to my knees and forced me to take his cock into my mouth.

   I was shocked that this old man could get a hardon, but I was even more
surprised when, in a surprisingly short time he shot a stream of thin,
watery, extremely bitter fluid into my mouth.  I gagged on it, even though
I had not gagged on a mouthful of cum in days.  It was horrible.  I finally
stood up as he leaned back against the wall of the shower and I turned the
water on and helped him shower.

   When he was clean I helped him dry off, his hands still playing freely
over my body as I worked.

   It had been horrible, but I had obviously made a very old man very
happy.

   I helped him to dress and put him in his chair and then I put my uniform
back on.  As I left he cackled and said, "Not bad, nurse.  See you
tomorrow."

   I left his room and closed the door and leaned back against it and took
a deep breath.  I would only have to shower him three days a week, but I
would have to help him dress five days a week.  I don't know how much more
of this I can take!

   As I was contemplating the indignities that I was suffering at the hands
of Mr.  Packard I remembered that I had to make nice with Mr.  Devon as
well.  That would be even worse.  That man hated me.

   The rest of the day was pretty easy after putting up with Mr.  Packard.
Every time I saw Mrs.  Thomas she thanked me for doing it.  She was so
grateful it was almost worth it, almost, not quite.

   After work I rushed home.  I worried a lot about Heather being home
alone in that part of town.  I worried even more now that Mr.  Kent had a
key to my front door.

   I was crossing the parking lot in front of my apartment building when I
ran into Mr.  Devon.  We were both heading for the front door at the same
time.  He glowered at me as usual but I tried smiling at him and I asked
him if I could talk to him for a moment.

   He didn't expect that and he paused to hear what I had to say.  I really
hadn't thought it out too much myself.

   "Mr.  Devon," I said, as sincerely as possible.  "I am so sorry for what
I did to you that night.  I can't even explain what was going through my
mind.  I honestly didn't mean to hurt you.  If you would let me, I would
like to make it up to you."

   He looked at me, as if trying to figure out what the trick was.  Then he
asked skeptically, "How do you propose to make that up to me?"

   I didn't want to come right out and say, "Want to fuck?"

   Instead I edged closer and gave him a coy look and said, "Why don't you
come to my apartment one evening this week?  I am sure we can think of
something that I can do to make you feel better."

   Mr.  Devon is a morbidly obese, ugly old man.  He is probably my
grandfather's age.  He could not possible believe that I was attracted to
him.  In fact, I thought that he was disgusting.  Not so much because of
his looks, but his personality and the way that he always ogled me.  Not to
mention the fact that he had groped me on the stairs that day and got me in
all of this trouble to start with.

   Mr.  Devon continued to stare at me skeptically for a moment, trying to
decide what I was pulling.  I guess the chance to be with an attractive,
sexy, young woman in her twenties was too good to pass up.  He looked at
his watch and said, "Okay, how about right now?"

   When I had made the offer it was for some time in the future.  The
immediacy of "right now" kind of took my breath away.  But this had already
been a sucky day.  Why the hell not?

   I nodded my head and he followed me to my apartment.  This time his hand
was on my ass all of the way up the stairs.

   I unlocked the door, totally forgetting about Heather being nude at the
kitchen table doing her homework.  She looked up as he pushed in behind me
and they saw each other at the same time.  I saw his eyes light up as he
watched her squeak in surprise and run out of the room.  His eyes followed
her all the way down the hall to her room.

   He smiled at me and said, "Cute kid."

   I just nodded.  I shut the door and then, much to his surprise, I
started undressing right by the door.  No games, no playing coy.  I just
undressed in front of him and then I stood there as he moved his pudgy
hands over me, roughly groping and exploring my body.

   He kept his eyes glued to my body as he asked, "Why are you doing this?"

   "I told you," I said.  "I feel bad about what happened and I want to
make it up to you.  I want you to stop being mad at me."

   I don't suppose he really cared, beyond not believing his luck and not
understanding why any woman in her right mind would come on to him.

   After a few minutes exploring my body he asked, "Where do you want to do
this?"

   I didn't want this slug in my bed.  "How about right here, Mr.  Devon?"

   "What about your little girl?" he asked.

   "She will stay in her room," I responded.

   He grinned evilly and said, "That's a shame."

   I left it there.  I pulled him over to the couch and I helped him pull
his pants and shorts off.  He had a terrible, sour smell to him.  He didn't
look dirty, but he did not smell like he had bathed in days!

   I invited him to sit on the couch and I stood near his legs and played
with his hard cock.  I thought that I might get away with sitting on it and
riding it for a few minutes and then push him out of here.  But he was
gaining confidence and he spread his legs and asked me to suck on his cock.


   I knelt between his legs and the smell from more than a foot away was
just about enough to make me throw up.  I took a deep breath and leaned
forward and took his cock into my mouth and sucked him down my throat, but
not far.  His cock was only a little over five inches.  The entire thing
almost fit in my mouth.

   As much as possible I breathed through my mouth while I sucked him and
he came quickly.  His cum was a lot like Mr.  Packard's, thin and watery
and very bitter.  There was much more of it though and I nearly threw up
again as I forced it down my throat.

   Finally I sat up and forced a smile said, "Are we even now, Mr.  Devon?"

   He was breathing deeply and staring at me in awe.  Then he got a sneaky
look on his face and said, "I don't know, I was in an awful lot of pain.  I
fell all the way down those damned stairs!  I think if I was to come back
here one day this week and you fucked me, then we would be even."

   I smiled and said, "If that's what it takes Mr.  Devon.  When would you
like to come back?"

   He said, `I'll have to see when I can get away from my wife.  I'll let
you know." I helped him pull his pants back on and as he was leaving he
said, "Give that cute little girl a kiss for me."

   "Yes sir," you revolting old pervert!

   As soon as he was gone I sat on the couch and cried my eyes out for a
few minutes.  I felt Heather sit down beside me and put her arms around me
and hold me as if she were the parent.

   I pulled myself together and said, "I have to brush my teeth.  Go finish
your homework and I'll start supper, and thanks sweetie."

   She smiled at me and went to the kitchen.  I watched her cute butt
crossing the room and felt so sad for her.  I had promised myself that she
would have the childhood that I never had.  Instead she had this!

   I made a simple supper this evening.  More like one of our normal meals.
Afterwards we sat around and talked and ate a small dish of ice cream.  She
asked about my day and I said, "Trust me, you don't want to know."

   She smiled wryly and said, "You got someone else that you can get this
off your chest with?"

   I looked at her.  She was obviously wise way beyond her years.  I asked,
"Don't you think it will make things that much harder for you if you are my
crying towel in the evening?"

   "You have to talk to someone," she said.  "I am who you have.  I don't
mind.  You are there for me."

   I sighed and told her all about my horrible morning with Mr.  Packard.
She grinned when I was done and said, "Those horny old guys never get over
a little young stuff, do they?!"

   "Heather!" I exclaimed.  But I suppose that she was right.  All of the
men that were abusing us were older, usually much older.  I suppose that
what Mr.  Kent had said about youth being sexy was the truth.  Even I saw
it in my daughter.  Her freshness, her youth were exciting.  If only I
could have done a better job of protecting them.

   We cleaned up the kitchen and went in and sat down to watch a little TV
on our little old set.  We couldn't afford cable of course.  So we only got
the networks on the rabbit ears.

   We were watching TV and had just about gotten used to being naked when I
heard a noise at the door and Mr.  Kent came in with another man whom I had
not seen before.

   We stood up and I turned the TV off and waited to see what was going to
happen.  Well, we knew what they were here for.  We were just waiting to be
told what to do.

   There were no introductions.  The men sat down on the couch.  I doubt if
Mr.  Kent's friend's eyes could have gotten any bigger.

   I was ordered to fetch two beers and when I returned, Heather was in the
stranger's lap being pawed.  At least he was not being too rough.  He was
obviously in awe of her.

   I handed one beer to Mr.  Kent and held the other man's while he pawed
my daughter.  Finally Mr.  Kent took the other beer from me and said, "Let
her up for a while.  You'll love this."

   The stranger pushed Heather from his lap and took his beer and Mr.  Kent
told us to get comfortable on the rug and put on a show.

   Heather and I had been forced to have sex several times in the last
week. Neither of us was bi, and the very idea of it was disgusting to both
of us.  For some reason though, these perverts seemed to take extra
pleasure in it because she was my daughter.

   We came together and hugged and kissed for a minute before we went to
the floor and started making out.  I kept hearing Mr.  Kent's friend
saying, "Holy shit!" and "Son of a bitch!" and "Would you look at that! 
Clark, you are one lucky cocksucker!"

   Mr.  Kent never said a word, just apparently basked in the glow of this
kinky bastard's adulation.

   Heather and I kissed and touched and then moved into a sixty-nine and
for some reason it felt better than usual.  I found myself having a real
orgasm, not faking it like I normally do.  Heather realized it, and I guess
it turned her on, because she came soon as well, and I was pretty sure that
she wasn't faking either.  The way that her sweet young pussy closed on my
tongue and gripped it tightly when she was having her orgasm were pretty
convincing.

   The men watched us for a few minutes longer, and then I heard them
standing up and getting undressed.  Mr.  Kent came over to us and made us
get up on our hands and knees, side by side, facing in the same direction.

   The men got to their knees and first they inserted their hard cocks in
my pussy and my mouth at the same time.  They stroked in and out for a
minute, and then they moved to my daughter and did the same thing.  Mr. 
Kent was in our mouths, the new man in our pussies.  As they enjoyed our
various orifices they talked over our backs about the relative merits of
our pussies and our cocksucking abilities.

   I really wanted to bite his god damned cock right off.

   They moved back and forth a couple of times and then they traded places.
Now the new man was shoving his cock into my throat and fucking my face
before moving over and doing the same thing to Heather.  He apparently
didn't realize that she had not done that before and was not very gentle.
Fortunately he was not that well hung, average I suppose.  His cock was
about six inches and not much bigger around than my thumb and after
struggling with it for a moment, Heather managed to tolerate it in her
throat.

   As they fucked us like that, the new man said that it was a shame that
they couldn't fuck our asses.

   Mr.  Kent said, "Just be patient.  I have something special planned for
them.  The next time you can fuck any hole that you want.  Or all three
holes, whatever."

   It hadn't even occurred to me that there was a hole that they were not
fucking.  I mean I knew that I had an asshole, and that I wasn't being
fucked there.  But I never expected to be!  Now what the hell was that
bastard planning?!

   They switched back and forth between us for a while and finally the new
man said, "I can't take much more of this.  Do you mind if I take the
girl?"

   "Help yourself, Don," Mr.  Kent said magnanimously.  Then we were pulled
to our feet and for the first time they took us to our bedrooms and fucked
us.  For some reason, that bothered me.  I didn't want them in our
bedrooms. Our bedrooms were, until now, safe areas.  Not tonight though,
not anymore.

   I was pulled down the hall behind my daughter and I watched Don pull her
into her room.  That was all that I had time to see before I was pushed
into my room and onto my bed.

   Mr.  Kent got on top of me and fucked me roughly, which was his normal
style.  I didn't cum this time.  I was too upset.  Things just seemed to
keep getting worse and worse.

   After he fucked me I automatically cleaned him off.  He made me keep
sucking and, when he was hard again I sucked him off.  As I was sucking him
I could hear the sounds of sex coming from my little girl's bedroom and it
really disturbed me.  Mr.  Kent seemed to find it amusing.  It bothered me
more than when it happened elsewhere.  She should be safe in her room.

   After he filled my mouth with his second load of cum I told him what I
had done with Mr.  Packard and Mr.  Devon.  I told him that I pretty much
expected that it would be a daily thing with Mr.  Packard, and that Mr. 
Devon had said that he felt it would require another visit before I had
atoned for my sins.

   Mr.  Kent found that amusing, but he didn't say anything.

   The noises coming from my daughter's room had finally stopped and I
heard her bedroom door open and Don came and stood in the door to my room.

   He was ecstatic and raved about how hot Heather was.

   Mr.  Kent said, "One of these days, after they lose their last cherries,
we can come over and spend the night and fuck the bitches all night long.
How does that sound?"

   Don said, "That sounds fantastic.  I'd like to spend a little more
quality time with mama too.  She is a definite hottie!  Hell, she doesn't
look much older than her daughter!"

   "She isn't," Mr.  Kent reminded him.  "Remember, I told you, she got
knocked up when she was fourteen.  The bitch is only twenty-seven.  Until I
took over her life last week she had only been fucked once.  Shit!  She was
almost a virgin!"

   "She is still tight enough to make your dick sore after a couple of hard
fucks," he continued.

   Sometimes I wondered if I wouldn't be better off going to prison for
five years.  Then I remembered that he had the power to end up in complete
control of Heather's life if I was gone.  He had never actually said so,
but somehow we knew that he would.

   Mr.  Kent finally stood up and we all went back out to the living room.
I stopped in the bathroom and wiped my pussy and my thighs.  As I was
leaving Heather was coming in and she smiled at me wryly.  Under her breath
she said, "What an asshole!"

   I smiled and went out to see the men getting dressed.  They were just
about to leave when Mr.  Kent said, "Just a minute Don." Then he went down
the hall and without even knocking he entered the bathroom where Heather
was cleaning up from her most recent rape.

   Mr.  Kent shut the bathroom door and while Don and I were waiting he
came over and played with my tits, squeezing and pulling on my nipples,
telling me in the most vulgar language how much he had enjoyed fucking my
little girl and smiling at me arrogantly.

   I was more concerned with what was going on in the bathroom though and I
just ignored him.

   Mr.  Kent finally came back out and they left.

   I went down the hall and looked into the open bathroom door to see
Heather on the toilet.  She looked very mad.  I went in and I saw why.  Mr.
Kent had apparently had to use the toilet, but he had not let Heather move
out of the way.  He had peed between her thighs, and he did not have a very
good aim.

   She was wiping her legs off with toilet paper.  As she cleaned herself
she said, "The son of a bitch said that he was going to pick me up after
school tomorrow and give me a ride home.  When I come out to his car he
wants me to have a load of fresh cum in my panties.  I am going to have to
fuck some kid at school tomorrow afternoon!"

   I sat on the side of the tub as she stood up and started cleaning the
floor around the toilet.  I told her to leave it, that I would get it while
she took a shower, but she ignored me and wiped up the drops of urine on
the floor.  Then she stood up and said, "FUCK!!"

   I stood up and tried to hold her but she pushed me away and said, "No
mom, not yet.  Let me get cleaned up first."

   I refused to be put off.  I held her close and said, "What's a little
piss between friends?"

   "That fucking pig!" she exclaimed, and held me tight.

   I said, "We have a couple of hundred dollars now, three hundred,
actually.  I get paid on Friday.  We could make a run for it baby."

   She looked up at me and said, "What then?  For the rest of our lives we
would be running from him.  You could never have anything but a shitty job
like the one you have now, and neither could I.  We would be better off if
we killed him and dumped the body in the woods."

   "I have thought of it," I said.  "It wouldn't work though.  We'd get
caught.  I have always been the kind of person that buys drugs from the
undercover cop.  Not that I buy drugs, but if I did, that is what would
happen.  The only good thing that ever happened to me is you.  I wish I
knew what the right thing to do was.  I have never felt so stupid before."

   We hugged quietly for a while and then we took a shower together.  After
we dried off I got out fresh sheets and we remade the beds.

   I cried myself to sleep again that night.  My whole life seemed so
hopeless.

   The next day I watched Heather leaving for school and thought about what
she had to do to satisfy that cruel bastard.

   I left for work a few minutes later and after checking in I headed for
Mr.  Packard's room.  I knocked and then entered without waiting for him to
answer.  He was lying on his bed, naked, and playing with his hard cock in
anticipation of my arrival.

   I walked over to his bed and tried to chastise him, but he just said,
"Shut up bitch, and get that fucking uniform off!"

   Oh well, what's the point!

   I double checked that I had locked his door, then I removed my uniform
and, at his insistence I got on his bed with my knees spread on either side
of his head and I leaned down over his wrinkled, smelly old body and took
his cock into my mouth and sucked him off.

   I suppose the anticipation and the memories of yesterday really had him
excited because he quickly filled my mouth with his bitter, watery cum.  I
swallowed as fast as I could, but he wouldn't let me up.

   "Again, bitch!" he ordered.

   I bent back down and took this dirty old man's cock back into my mouth.
I was shocked at his stamina.  He was over ninety years old for Christ's
sake!  I sucked him again as he explored my pussy and in only about ten
minutes he was cumming again.

   He let me up this time but he wouldn't let me dress until I had dressed
him.  The entire time I worked on him he pulled and squeezed at my tits.  I
was not permitted to dress until he was fully dressed and sitting in his
chair.  He was smiling like the very devil himself.  As I left he said,
"See you tomorrow, bitch!"

   I wondered if Mr.  Kent had any idea what this old pervert was like.

   It was over at last and I tried to push it out of my mind.  The rest of
my day would be much more normal and I was anxious to get started and take
my mind off of this sex fiend.

   The day finally ended with no more unusual events.  Mrs.  Thomas thanked
me again for taking over caring for Mr.  Packard again.

   I smiled and lied and said, "Oh that's all right.  He has settled down
and he is hardly any trouble at all now."

   I drove home, but as I drove I wasn't thinking about Mr.  Packard.  I
was worried about Heather and what she had been forced to do at school
today to please Mr.  Kent.

   I saw his car in the parking lot as I pulled in.  I realized that for
the last hour he must have been alone in the apartment with Heather.  I
hurried up the stairs and opened the door and there they were in the living
room.  They were both naked and I saw that there were tears in Heather's
eyes and I saw a few traces of cum around her mouth.

   She was sitting, straddling his legs with her back to him and his large
cock buried in her pussy.  She had obviously had a hard day, was in fact
still having it.

   I started to go to her but Mr.  Kent stopped me.  "Strip, bitch!" he
ordered.  You know better than to come inside with your clothes on!"

   I unzipped my uniform and tossed it on a chair and went over to Heather.
She looked a little dazed, and she looked like she was in a lot of pain.

   "What did you do to her?" I asked him accusingly.

   He smiled at me and said, "She finally learned how to deepthroat a real
cock.  A good cunt needs to know how to do that.  I did her a favor.  Once
she can deepthroat me she can do it for anyone.  You know that.  Now lean
down and lick her nasty face clean.  Then she can tell you about her day.
It was pretty interesting."

   I fought my impulse to glare at him.  The only ones that would get hurt
in this relationship were my daughter and me.  It would do no good to make
things worse.

   I leaned down and licked the strings of his cooling cum from around her
lips and off of her cheek.  Then I softly kissed her forehead and finally
her puffy lips.

   She was moving up and down slowly on his cock now.  He was guiding her
with his hands on her upper chest, his fingers reaching around and pressing
into her breasts.

   As she moved, her small breasts jiggled with every bounce in an obscene
manner.  Her hands were on his knees, for balance, and to give herself the
leverage she needed to bounce up and down on his cock.

   He ordered me to sit on the floor in front of them and once I was seated
he said, "Okay, Heather.  Tell mommy all about your exciting afternoon."

   She smiled wryly as she bounced up and down on him, but she started
talking in a strained, raspy voice that made me want to put a bullet right
through his head.

   "As you know mom, I had to find someone to fuck me by the end of the
school day.  I don't have a boyfriend and I didn't know what I was going to
do.  My next to the last period is study hall.  I looked around after the
bell rang at the start of it and I finally decided to ask Mark, the guy
that sits next to me, to sneak out.  I passed him a note asking him if he
would meet me outside in the hall because I needed to ask him something. 
He looked at me like I was nuts since he had made a couple of passes at me
and I had turned him down.  He passed me a note back that said he had a lot
of homework to do, maybe some other time."

   "I was desperate though, so I passed him another note that said, `Let's
go somewhere and fuck!', and that really got his attention."

   "He passed me a note that said, `Meet me in five minutes outside the
boy's room', and I went to the teacher and told her that I was having
cramps and needed to use the girl's room."

   "She gave me a hall pass and I hurried out and went down the hall and
stood against the wall between the boy's and the girl's restroom.  In a
couple of minutes Mark came out and walked quickly to where I was standing.
He asked me, `Is this a fucking joke?' and I was thinking `yeah, on me!'"

   "I shook my head and he pulled me into the boy's room and pushed me into
one of the stalls.  He pulled up my t-shirt and pulled my tits out of my
bra and played with them for a minute.  Then he pushed me down and sat me
on the toilet and pulled out his cock and put it in my mouth.  I would
actually have preferred to finish him that way, but I had to have a load of
fresh cum in my panties.  So once he was hard and about half way there, I
stood up and pulled my skirt up and my underwear down and turned around and
bent over."

   "He played with my ass and my pussy for a minute, and then he jammed his
cock into me and fucked me like a god damned rabbit.  I didn't feel a
thing. He came in like two minutes and pulled out of me."

   "I started to pull my underwear up and get myself put back together to
go to class but Mark stopped me.  He turned me back around and bent me over
again.  I thought he was going to fuck me again, but instead, he opened the
stall door and stepped out.  I turned around to look and Mark's buddy Jason
was standing there.  He stepped right up to me and shoved his cock into my
pussy and fucked me just like Mark had."

   "Thirteen and fourteen year old boys don't fuck worth a shit!" she said,
disgusted by the whole affair.

   She was quiet for a minute and I thought that she was done, but Mr. 
Kent said, "Keep talking, you sweet little bitch."

   "After Jason fucked me he stepped back and I finally pulled my panties
up and let my skirt fall into place.  Before they let me leave, Mark showed
me the two dozen pictures that Jason had taken over the wall of the stall
with his cell phone while I had been sucking and fucking Mark.  They told
me that I had to meet them whenever and where ever they wanted or those
pictures would be all over the internet, and all over school.  So now I
have to fuck those two little pricks any time that they want."

   "After that," she continued, breathlessly because she was still fucking
Mr.  Kent's large cock, "I smelled like cum and I wanted to get cleaned up.
I couldn't, of course.  I had to have that load of cum to show to Mr. 
Kent. I got back to study hall just as the bell rang.  The teacher saw how
bad I looked but didn't say anything.  She seemed to assume that I was
having a rough period."

   "I grabbed my things and went to my last class.  I could see people
sniffing the air as I went by.  It was really strong."

   "I hurried to my seat in Mr.  William's class and unfortunately, Mr. 
Williams has a habit of walking the aisles between the students as he
talks. He stopped when he came to me and looked down at me for a moment. 
Then he moved on.  At the end of the class he called me to his desk and
said, `Heather, I have a meeting after class.  But I want you to see me
after class tomorrow.  We need to talk.'"

   "I went to my locker after class and Mark came by and grabbed my ass and
smiled.  I just ignored him and got my books out and went outside.  I saw
Mr.  Kent's car about half way up the block and I went over and knocked on
the window.  He told me to get in.  He even had a towel for me to sit on.
Isn't he so very considerate?"

   She squealed when he pinched her tit in response to her sarcasm.  Then
she resumed her narrative.

   "I got in and he lifted my skirt, with a hundred kids walking by outside
on the sidewalk.  Then he drove me home and after I undressed and after he
made me suck my panties clean he taught me how to deepthroat.  Just before
he finished he pulled out and sprayed a few squirts of cum on my face and
told me to save them for you."

   "Then he made me suck him until he was hard again and straddle him so
that you would have something nice to look at while I told you what
happened to me today.  Now I am supposed to ask you to tell us about what
happened with Mr.  Packard."

   I thought about my morning with Mr.  Packard and realized that, compared
to what my poor baby had been put through, I had had and easy day.  I told
them all about Mr.  Packard and at about the time I finished Mr.  Kent
started driving Heather up and down on his cock forcefully and then he
filled her with another load of cum.

   He lifted her up off of his cock and held her easily while I licked and
sucked them both clean.  When he was satisfied he put Heather down and she
stood up and went to the bathroom.

   I looked up at him and I couldn't hide the hate in my eyes.  He saw it,
and he loved it.

   I said, "You fucking pervert, she is just a little girl and you are
fucking up her whole fucking life so that you can get your kicks!"

   He moved so fast I never saw it coming.  He slapped me so hard I rolled
over twice before I came to a rest in a heap a couple of feet away.

   He stood up and kicked my ass so hard that I moved another foot.  Then
he yelled down at me, "You are god damned right I am doing it for my kicks.
I am enjoying the hell out of it too, you stupid cunt!  You can hate me all
you want, I love it.  It makes me hard to fuck a cute little thing like you
that hates it so much when I touch her.  But if you ever talk to me like
that again I will put your ass in the hospital for a month and your
precious little girl can come and stay with me.  Do you fucking understand
me you stupid fucking cunt?!"

   I groaned in pain and I nodded my head, but he wasn't satisfied.

   "I didn't fucking hear you, you fucking cunt!  I asked you a god damned
question!"

   Heather heard him yelling and she ran back out into the living room.  He
held her by her hair to keep her from getting to me.  She was crying and
calling to me and he pulled her face close to his own and yelled at her to
shut up.

   I struggled to my knees and said, "Hush baby, calm down.  I'm okay."

   He slapped me again and said, "Don't you bother with her, you stupid
fucking cunt.  You talk to me!"

   I looked up at him in abject terror now and I said, "Yes Mr.  Kent, I
understand you."

   He finally let Heather go and she fell into my arms.

   Mr.  Kent got dressed then.  The entire time that he was dressing he was
muttering about stupid cunts.  When he was finished and on the way out the
door he turned back and asked Heather, "What did you say that teacher's
name was, the teacher that you have for your last class of the day?"

   She didn't even look up, the tears were pouring down her cheeks and she
couldn't see anyway.  She answered, "Mr.  Williams, my history teacher."

   Mr.  Kent said, "You better find some way to fuck him tomorrow.  I'll
teach you two to give me a load of crap, god damn it!  And when Devon comes
back for his next visit I bet he'd like a mother-daughter threesome too. 
Don't you think, cunt?"

   I nodded and I held Heather against my body and we cried so hard that
for a moment we didn't even realize that the asshole had gone.

   It was a long time before we got ourselves under control.  When we were
down to a few quiet sobs I helped Heather up and we went down to the
bathroom.  My ears were still ringing from those slaps.  He is a very big,
very strong, very violent man and he wasn't holding back.  I had never seen
someone explode like that before and I was so fucking scared, twice as
scared as I had been.  This man was not quite right!

   We took a hot shower and then we went into the kitchen and just sat for
a while.  I got us a coke and we split it and took a couple of Tylenol with
it.

   I wanted to say something, to comfort her, but there was nothing to say.
I had a feeling that I had just made things a lot worse, but there was
nothing that I could say.

   After we had sat quietly for what seemed like a very long time I got up
and started supper.  Heather watched me for a minute and then she got her
books out.  She was just staring at her homework, but I didn't say
anything. I couldn't blame her for not being able to concentrate on
schoolwork after what had just happened.

   She looked up and saw that I was watching her and she said, "What did
you say to him?"

   At first I couldn't remember!  I had to think for a moment before it
came back to me.  I repeated it word for word.  "You fucking pervert, she
is just a little girl and you are fucking up her whole fucking life so that
you can get your kicks!"

   Heather continued to look at me and then she asked, "Why would he get so
mad at you for stating the obvious?"

   I saw that she was calming down finally, and I was relieved.  I
answered, "I guess he didn't like my tone of voice."

   She shook her head and said, "I didn't know that he was so fucking
sensitive!"

   I went around the table and hugged her and said, "I'm sorry baby.  It
looks like I am going to have to kill him one of these days."

   She didn't look up.  She just said quietly, "We may indeed."

   The next day was bath day for Mr.  Packard.  I didn't even try to fight
it any more.  I just did whatever it took to satisfy him as quickly as
possible and then I bathed him and dressed him and went about the rest of
my day.

   When I got home, Heather had just gotten in ahead of me.  She was still
undressing.  It was obvious that she had not had an easy day, again.

   She went and took a quick shower and then joined me at the table and I
made her tell me what had happened.  It had started at lunch time.  Mark
and Jason had corralled her in the hallway and they had gone out into the
parking lot.

   They walked to an old van and the boys opened the side door and pushed
her in.  Inside was kind of dirty and smelly, but it was carpeted.  It was
a work truck, so there were no windows.

   There was, however, an older boy.  Mark's older brother Kevin, the owner
of the van had offered them a place to play during lunch period.  All he
wanted in return was a piece of the action.  Mark was all too happy to
share.

   Kevin watched avidly as Mark and Jason undressed Heather.  They roughly
pulled and squeezed at her breasts and jammed fingers into her dry pussy
for several minutes.  Then Mark moved towards the back of the van and sat
down and ordered her to suck him off.

   As she was sucking him off, Jason got behind her and forced his cock
into her pussy, which, fortunately had finally begun to produce a little
lubrication.

   Both boys came quickly and Mark was really impressed with the way
Heather could take him into her throat and swallow his cum.  So was Kevin,
apparently, and she had to provide that same service for him.

   The three boys rested for a moment and then, while she sucked off Jason,
the brothers both fucked her until they had come again.  Kevin went first
this time, but he didn't get dressed.  He waited until the other two boys
had cum in her and then he ordered her to clean him up so that he could get
dressed.

   The other two thought that was a good idea and she had to suck them all
clean.  After she sucked them clean, as she started to dress, Kevin, who
apparently had a mean streak in him just like our Mr.  Kent, said to her,
"God, you are one skuzzy cunt.  Look at all that shit leaking out of you!
You better clean that up too."

   She looked at him for a moment, dully, but didn't resist.  He pulled out
a camera and took pictures of her as she scooped up the three boy's cum
that was draining out of her and running down her thighs and licked her
fingers clean for their amusement.

   While she ate their slimy cum they were talking among themselves about
what a slut she was and calling her a cute little cum dump and a skuzzy
tramp.  She couldn't even defend herself.  She knew that it wasn't true,
but she was never going to be able to explain it to anyone.

   They had tried to fuck her again during study hall, but they had a
substitute teacher for study hall and he only gave a hall pass to one
student at a time.  So she was safe until her next class.

   She went to Mr.  William's history class and took her normal seat near
the front.  She had gotten a chance between classes to clean up a little,
so that she no longer smelled like cum.

   As usual, Mr.  Williams was pacing the aisle as he lectured them, but he
stopped often at Heather's desk and glared at her.

   She sat still when the bell rang and she waited for the class to empty
so that she could find out what he wanted.  She was pretty sure that she
knew, but he was a little weird.  She couldn't be sure.

   After the other students had left the room, Mr.  Williams closed the
door and walked over to her chair.  He stared down at her for a moment and
finally he asked, "Do you know why you are here Heather?"

   She did, but she didn't want to admit it.  Still, she had to obey Mr. 
Kent, so there was no use playing coy.  "Am I here because I smelled like
fresh cum in your class yesterday, Mr.  Williams?"

   He seemed taken aback at her open admission, but he finally said, "You
are indeed.  Would you care to explain yourself?"

   Heather said, "I was in the boy's room before your class, getting fucked
by two of my classmates.  I didn't have time to get cleaned up afterwards."

   While she was talking, heather slid down in her seat, letting her little
miniskirt slide up and exposing her nearly transparent, blue, nylon panties
which clung to her pussy invitingly.

   He stared at her exposed flesh for a moment.  Then he walked to the door
and locked it.  He walked back to her seat and he reached out and grabbed
one of her breasts and squeezed it gently.

   His cock was tenting his pants right at her face and she leaned down and
kissed it through his pants.  Then she smiled up at him and said, "You seem
to have a little problem there, Mr.  Williams.  Would you like some help
with that?"

   She didn't wait for an answer.  She stood up and slowly undressed and he
stared at each inch of her beautiful young body as she uncovered it.

   He watched, fascinated by her beauty and her casual manner as she
undressed in front of him as though it were the most natural thing in the
world to undress after class and have sex with her history teacher.

   When she was naked he explored her body while she teased his bulging
crotch lightly with her fingertips.  He didn't seem like he was going to
last much longer, so she quickly unfastened his pants and pushed them down.
He had a very nice cock, about seven inches long and just the right
thickness so that it would feel good in her pussy, and she would be able to
take it into her throat with no difficulty.  Not after last night and her
experience with Mr.  Kent.

   She dropped to her knees and he was astounded with the ease with which
she took him down her throat.  His knees got weak and he had to hold onto
her as she worked her magic with her lips and tongue.  She had not intended
for him to cum in her mouth.  She had been ordered to fuck him.  But with
no hint at all that he was even close she suddenly felt her mouth fill up
and she had to swallow quickly to keep up with his hot load of cum.

   She had the impression that it had been a while for him.

   She smiled up at him and saw a look on his face that looked almost like
love!  She chuckled and started sucking lightly again.  His cock was still
half hard, and she needed to be fucked.  Not that she was horny, but in
case Mr.  Kent checked, she needed him to fuck her.

   He stared down at her as she continued to use her wonderful mouth on
him. He reached down and caressed her hair and looked like he wanted to say
something nice to her, but he couldn't talk.

   When he was nice and hard and throbbing again, she stood up and pulled
him to his desk and she bent over it and said, "Please Mr.  Williams, I
need you to fuck me now."

   He obviously didn't want to disappoint her.  In fact, he surprised her.
He was very good at it and he was careful to see that she enjoyed it too.
She ended up having to bite her lip to keep from screaming as he fucked her
to several great orgasms.  He fucked her with one hand caressing her breast
and another reaching around to gently tease her clit and she thought that
without a doubt it was the best fuck she had ever had.

   After she had bent down and sucked him clean she smiled at him and told
him so.  He thought that she was just being nice but she assured him that
in her limited experience, he was the best fuck that she ever had.  She
told him that she would be happy to do it again.  Maybe not everyday, but
she would be willing to do it often.

   He put his clothing back in order and watched her dress, fascinated by
her youth, her beauty, and her sexuality.  Thinking back, when he had
ordered her to stay after school he wasn't sure that he had planned on
taking advantage of her.  But he probably had.  On the other hand, she had
been much more the instigator than the victim of child abuse, this time.

   When she was dressed she looked at the clock and saw that the whole
incident had taken only twenty minutes.  She went over to him and stood up
on tiptoe and kissed his cheek.  She thanked him and grabbed her books and
went to her locker.  She got her book bag and her books for the evening and
went home.

   She had only gotten half way home, however, when Kevin pulled up beside
her in his van.  He ordered her to get in and he drove her home.  When they
arrived at the parking lot out in front of our apartment they got in the
back and she had to suck him off again.  It took quite a while since he had
just fucked her at lunch time, twice.  He finally let her out, but as she
was getting out he smiled and said, "You are pretty fucking good at that.
See you tomorrow, cunt."

   She came upstairs after Kevin left and got undressed before starting her
homework.  She kept expecting Mr.  Kent to show up but he never did.  Not
until later that evening.

   I made supper while she did her homework.  Then we both cleaned up the
kitchen and were going to go in and watch a little TV when Mr.  Kent
finally arrived.

   He was alone today, and he seemed calmer.  He called Heather over and he
stuck a couple of fingers into her cunt roughly and then he pulled them
out, seeing the obvious signs that she had recently been fucked.

   He sat down with his pants around his knees and made her tell him
everything that had happened to her today, in excruciating and humiliating
detail, while I knelt between his legs and sucked his cock.

   When she had finished her story, and I had finished sucking him off, he
looked at me and said, "Compared to your little girl, you had a pretty easy
day.  Somehow that doesn't seem fair, does it?"

   I shook my head and waited to find out what he had planned.

   He stood up and pulled his pants on and fastened them.  Then he led me
to my room and picked out one of micro miniskirts and a crop top that said,
"Cum," with the picture of the dumpster on it.

   He told me to put on my highest heels, which were only two inches, and
then he dressed Heather in a matching skirt and a crop top that said, "Slut
in Training."

   When he was satisfied with how slutty we looked he herded us through the
apartment and we followed him outside.  He paused out in the parking lot
and said, "From now on, until we get back here, neither of you can say no
to anyone.  The only exception is if someone tries to fuck your ass.  You
can say no to that.  Got it?"

   We nodded.  Then he told us to walk together to the small park across
the street and walk around slowly.  He would be following behind to watch
and he wanted to see lots of smiles.

   I took a deep breath and we walked out of the parking lot and crossed
the street to the park.  It was getting late and the small kids and the
smarter couples were all inside.  We walked down the sidewalk past groups
of teenaged boys.

   There was an occasional couple, but this was not the safest place to be
and most women stayed out of here.

   We passed a couple of small groups of boys who got a kick out of our
outfits.  Surprisingly, none of them asked us, or told us, to do anything.
Not until we passed a half a dozen black teenagers and one of them said,
"Whoa mama!  Hang on a minute!"

   We stopped, nervously, and turned around to face them.  I could see Mr.
Kent about sixty or seventy feet back on the sidewalk.  He had come to a
halt when we had and he was watching.

   The black boy that had spoken took a step closer and read our shirts
again.  Then he looked at us closely.  He said, "I know you, bitch!  You
live in my apartment building.  That's your fucking daughter, isn't it?!"

   I nodded.  I was really scared now.  This was really starting to get out
of hand.

   He spoke to his friends and said, "Hey guys, check this shit out.  Did
you see what these shirts say?  Mama is a fucking cum dump, and her little
girl is a slut in training.  We need to help these girls out!  Is that what
you're out here for mama, you and your little girl looking for some cock?"

   I took a deep breath and I nodded.  The six teenagers went crazy.  They
were giving each other high fives and making crude comments, not believing
their eyes.  The one doing all of the talking pulled my crop top up over my
tits and grabbed one of them and looked me right in the eye and said,
"Bitch, you ever had any black cock?"

   I shook my head and he smiled and said, "Then it's going to be almost
like fucking a couple of virgins!" He reached over then and pulled
Heather's top up and they all stared at our tits as we stood there letting
them do anything that they wanted.

   Finally he said, "Man, I have to get me some of this shit!"

   He looked around and pulled us into a nearby copse of trees and bushes
with a small clearing in the center and the six of them were all over us,
pulling our clothes off and touching and grabbing and pulling at our
bodies.

   The talker pulled me close and kissed me forcefully, exploring my mouth
with his fat tongue before he said, "Mama, you got a cute little girl, but
you are some hot shit, and I'm going to be a mother fucker tonight!"

   He quickly undressed and pushed me to my knees and I took his large, but
not overly large cock into my mouth.  I took him into my throat quickly and
it was obviously the first time anyone had done that for him.  He went
crazy and called his friends over to show them what I was doing.  They
didn't all come over and look.  Two of them were already fucking Heather
from both ends.  It wasn't long before I was being taken the same way.

   They went around and around until each of them had had both of us.  Some
of them seemed to have taken me more than once.  It was hard to keep track.
It was dark and they were dark and they always seemed to be moving.

   They finally finished and watched us suck them clean with amusement. 
Then they watched us dress and the one that did most of the talking said,
"You bitch's was pretty good.  We got to do this again, soon!"

   We finally stepped back onto the path and Mr.  Kent was right there.  He
had been watching the entire orgy.

   He guided us back to our apartment and ordered us to take a shower.  He
was horny again.

   We took a hot shower and dried off and went back out to the living room.
He was there, sipping a beer and waiting impatiently with his pants off.

   We walked up to him and waited for him to tell us what he wanted.

   He gulped the last of his beer down and then he looked back and forth
between us, as if trying to decide which one of us he wanted to abuse next.
He finally decided that he couldn't decide, so he made us both get down and
suck him off.

   Heather and I worked together and before long he was cumming in my
mouth, but he ordered me not to swallow.  I held is bitter cum in my mouth
after he was finished and he smiled at me and said, "Okay bitch, give your
little girl a big, wet, juicy kiss."

   I hated it, but after last night I was more terrified than ever of this
man.  I pulled Heather close and we kissed and his cum drained into her
mouth.  As we kissed he said, "Pass it back and forth girls.  Don't hog
it!"

   We obeyed.  We were too scared not too.  He watched us for a minute. 
Then he said, "Okay, each of you can have half of it.  Go ahead and
swallow."

   We finally swallowed and sat back on our heels, waiting to see if that
was the end of our torment for today.

   Mr.  Kent stood up and started dressing without saying a word, as usual.

   I followed him to the door and locked it as soon as he was gone.

   Heather and I looked at each other.  Neither one of us could take much
more of this.

   I got us each a dish of ice cream and we sat and stared at the TV with
the sound off.  I don't even know what was on.  Then we went to bed.

   I had only been in bed for a few minutes when Heather came in.  She
knocked quietly and opened the door and said, "Mom, can I sleep with you
tonight?"

   I pulled the covers down and she came over and got in with me.  It
seemed strange to feel her naked body next to mine, unnatural.

   I held her close and both of us cried quietly for a long time.  The next
thing I knew my alarm was ringing and I got up and took a quick shower. 
Heather had made coffee for me and eaten her cereal and she went in to take
a quick shower and then dress.

   She came out and we said goodbye and she went to school.  I went off to
satisfy Mr.  Packard, and then go to work.  I didn't know it yet, but today
was going to be different, worse.  I went to Mr.  Packard's door and
knocked and entered.

   This morning he had company.  Mr.  Capp, his next door neighbor was
sitting in the small room's only easy chair.  I said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I
didn't realize that you had company.  I'll come back later."

   I started to leave but old Mr.  Packard said, "You stop right there
young lady!" he said forcefully.  "I told Eddie all about us.  He doesn't
believe me.  So you are going to show him, and then you are going to suck
his cock for him.  Now take that fucking uniform off."

   I started to stutter out some kind of refusal, some kind of denial, but
Mr.  Packard said, "Do you want me telling Mrs.  Thomas what we do every
morning?  I hear your job is on the line already.  I don't want any shit
out of you.  Just take that fucking uniform off, now!"

   I glanced at Mr.  Capp and he seemed to be as embarrassed as I was.  I
had the feeling that would change once I was naked.

   I unzipped my uniform and put it on the desk.  Then I went over to where
Mr.  Packard was lying on the bed.  He was wearing his robe, but it was
wide open now and he ordered me to get up over him like I had the last
time.

   I straddled his head with my knees and bent down and took his cock into
my mouth.  As I started sucking he played with my ass and my pussy and
jerked his hips a little bit and soon I was drinking his watery cum again.
I waited for him to let me go and then I stood up.  I glanced at Mr.  Capp
and was surprised to see that he had dropped his pants and was sitting with
his cock standing straight up.  I had thought that these old guys were past
this!

   I knelt at his feet and soon I was sucking him down my throat, and he
was groaning and gasping and in no time he shot his bitter cum into my
mouth.

   When he finished I swallowed and sat up and he smoothed my hair with his
hand affectionately and said, "Thank you sweetheart.  I have not felt that
in close to thirty years.  That was wonderful."

   He was so sweet about it that I almost didn't mind it.  I got up and got
dressed and Mr.  Packard said, "See you tomorrow, bitch."

   I said, "You aren't dressed yet, Mr.  Packard.  I have to dress you."

   He looked down and said, "Oh yeah, good.  I get to grope you some more.
I like groping you."

   So we went through that mess for the next ten minutes.

   Finally I was able to pull away and get back to work.

   When I finished up for the day and drove home I ran into Mr.  Devon in
the lobby.  He was waiting for me and he came up to me and said, "Okay,
let's go."

   He followed me upstairs again with his hand on my ass, which was
infuriating because that was how I got into this mess to start with.  I
unlocked my door and he followed me in.  This time Heather didn't run away.
She looked up and saw us and turned around in her chair.  I invited him to
sit down and this time I went to my room to undress.

   After I undressed I had a sudden inspiration.  I dug around in my closet
and found an old cassette recorder.  I put some batteries and a blank tape
in it, pushed record and hid it behind my back.

   I was nervous about sneaking it out into the living room, but Mr.  Devon
was already being distracted by Heather.  She was in his lap and he was
mauling her like an old bear.  He didn't even see me enter the room because
his face was buried in her chest.

   I set the recorder on the floor nearby and prayed that it was working,
although I didn't have a clue about what I would do with the tape if he
actually did admit to groping me on the stairs that day.

   He pushed Heather to the floor and together they opened his pants and
she took him into her mouth.  He waived me over and pulled me down beside
him and while my daughter sucked is cock he kissed me and pawed my breasts.


   He came quickly and then collapsed back onto the sofa and caught his
breath.  I offered him a drink and he nodded.  I had Heather get him one of
Mr.  Kent's beers.  Then I started talking quietly to him while he was
relaxed and off his guard.

   I apologized again for slapping him that day, and I told him that I was
just so shocked when I felt his hand on my ass.

   He grinned and said, "Not a problem dear.  I couldn't help myself.  You
have such a luscious ass.  I had wanted to get my hands on it since you
moved in.  It was worth getting knocked down the stairs to get my hands on
your ass that day."

   I prayed that he was talking loud enough, and that the tape was actually
recording.  Then I paused while he sipped at the beer that Heather had just
handed him.

   I asked him, "How did you enjoy my daughter's blowjob?  Wasn't she good
for a thirteen year old?"

   "Boy, I'll say," he exclaimed.  "That was just about the best blowjob I
ever had, no matter how old the broad was that was sucking me.  We are
going to have to do that again.  Aren't we Heather?"

   "Yes sir, Mr.  Devon," She responded.

   Then he turned back to me and said, "I'd like to stay and fuck you, Ann,
but I have to get home.  My wife will be wondering where I am.  I'll be
back though."

   I followed him to the door and locked it.  Then I reached down and
picked up the recorder and stopped it.  I pushed rewind and then I held my
breath and pushed play.  There was only silence for a moment, and then
there it was!  It was, clear as a bell.  Every word that son of a bitch had
just said, including his admission that he had just had sex with my
thirteen year old daughter!

   Now I just had to figure out how to use it.

   I hugged Heather and then I hid the tape.  We were both pretty excited.

   She went back to her homework and I started supper.  We ate with a sense
that maybe there was hope after all.  It had been a long time since I had
that feeling.

   We were all set to go to bed when Mr.  Kent showed up just before nine.
He ordered us both to dress in one of our new lingerie sets and then
something conservative over them.

   We dressed as ordered, but we were both upset.  It was late and we were
tired.  We had been just about to go to bed.  We thought the torment was
over for the day.

   We followed him to his car and he drove us out to the Airport Hilton. 
He never said a word from the time he told us to dress.  We followed him
into the hotel and we went straight to the elevator and up to a room on the
top floor.  Well, it wasn't a room.  It was a very large suite.

   We stepped inside and there were three men in business suits looking us
over.  Mr.  Kent nodded to them and then led us to the center of the room
and stood back and ordered us to undress.

   After all we had been through you would have thought that this would
have been easy.  It wasn't though.  I felt more ill at ease here than I had
in the park with those six black teenagers.  These were important looking
business men and being treated this way in front of them made the things we
had to do all the more humiliating.

   We undressed quickly though, and soon we were standing side by side,
naked in a room with four fully dressed men.

   Mr.  Kent ordered us to turn around slowly and the men watched us,
obviously becoming aroused, both by our youth, and our good looks.

   One of the men came over and handed Mr.  Kent and envelope and said,
"They are as beautiful as you promised.  I'll call you."

   Mr.  Kent let himself out and the men got up and surrounded us.  One of
them put his hands on Heather's chin and lifted her face up and said, "How
old are you sweetheart?"

   When she answered truthfully he turned white and stepped back.  Then he
asked, "I'm sorry, did you just say that you were thirteen?"

   She nodded.

   They had apparently been misled.  Either that or Mr.  Kent didn't think
that they would care.  He obviously had thought that her age was a plus.

   The man that had handed Mr.  Kent the envelope, I am assuming it was the
money that they had paid to use us tonight, went out of the room and came
back and handed us both a soft, fluffy terrycloth robe.

   I was confused.  So was Heather.  This was the first time anyone had
been put off by her age.

   The men stared at each other for a minute and then looked at me and
said, "Is that your sister?"

   I shook my head, I was getting scared now.  I didn't know who these guys
were, but if Mr.  Kent got any complaints, we would suffer for it.

   I finally said, "No, that's my daughter, Heather."

   "Why are you here, why are you doing this?!" he asked, obviously unable
to conceive of a situation where a mother would allow her daughter to be
used as a prostitute.

   I sighed.  I knew there was going to be trouble now.  I said, "Look, I
am not a monster.  I don't have any choice.  I don't know what went on
between you and Mr.  Kent.  I just know that if he is not happy, we suffer.
I don't want to be here, neither of us wants to be here.  We don't have any
choice."

   One of the men went around and picked up all of our clothes and handed
them to us.  He said, "Here, go in the bedroom and get dressed.  Then come
back out here.  We need to talk."

   They offered me a drink when we came back out, but I told them that I
didn't drink.  They must have thought that was amusing.  I didn't drink.  I
just went whoring with my thirteen year old daughter.

   We all sat down and the whole story came out.  It's funny, I hadn't a
clue as to who these men were, but when it came to telling them our life's
story I had no qualms.

   I told them everything.  I even told them about the tape recording which
I had made tonight and had no idea how I was going to use.

   They looked at us in disbelief.  Then the one who seemed to be in charge
stood up and said, "Please excuse us ladies, my friends and I need to
talk."

   They filed into the bedroom and we sat looking at each other wondering
how much trouble we were in.

   They were gone a long time, more than an hour.  We were trying to decide
if we should just leave when they came back out.  They sat down and one of
them said, "I apologize for not introducing myself, or my companions.  We
are in a profession that makes it impossible for us to admit to having
contracted for sex from a couple of beautiful young ladies such as you two.
However, although we enjoy the company of beautiful young ladies who are
willing, and I emphasize the word willing, to join us for an evening of
adult pleasure from time to time, we are not in the habit of employing
children for that purpose.

   While he stopped to take a breath I assured him that we would not say
anything to anyone.  We didn't want to get anyone in trouble.  We were just
worried about how this was going to affect us.  We were very much afraid of
Mr.  Kent.

   They were quiet for a few minutes and finally one of them, the one that
the other two seemed to defer to, said, "This is bullshit.  Ladies, I
apologize for beating around the bush.  It's what we do, we are
politicians. This can't continue."

   "I have made some phone calls and Mr.  Kent is probably in jail at this
very moment.  If he isn't he will be soon.  Mr.  Devon will be picked up
for questioning in the morning after we have that tape in our hands.  I am
disgusted by what I have heard here tonight.  I have to assume from what
you have said that you are not the only two young ladies that have been in
this position.  I am seeing to it that there is a full investigation and
every female that has been on parole since as far back as I can have it
looked into will be hearing from someone in my office."

   "I think that it is obvious that there has been a terrible injustice
here.  The first thing that I will do when I get to my office tomorrow
morning, is set aside the verdict in your case and dismiss the case with
prejudice."

   "The second thing that I will do is see to it that you are compensated,
both of you, to the maximum amount allowable by the Victim's Assistance
Fund.  I will also see to it personally that you are moved to more suitable
housing, somewhere safe and away from the people that have been victimizing
you."

   He turned to one of the men in the room and said, "Larry, have my driver
take these ladies to their apartment and retrieve that tape.  Get there
personal information before they leave.  Arrange to have them deposed as
soon as possible.  And get that little girl out of that school and into a
decent one, and I don't mean the day after tomorrow!"

   Larry said, "Yes Governor.  I know what needs to be done.  I'll handle
it.  Why don't you go in and get some rest, it sounds like you have a long
day planned for tomorrow."

   The Governor stood up and shook our hands and I promised him again that
we wouldn't mention how we met.  He smiled and thanked me and kissed my
forehead and then he kissed Heather's forehead and said, "Child, it makes
me ill to think of what my state has done to you.  I am more sorry than you
can imagine.  I promise, however, that my state will make it up to you."

   He left the room then and Larry took over.  I gave him my name and
address and all the pertinent information about me and Heather.  He looked
kind of sheepish and I knew what he was thinking.

   I said, "Please, don't worry about anything we might say.  We are very
grateful for what you are doing and we don't blame anyone but Mr.  Kent. 
It was not the Governor's fault and we know that sometimes guys enjoy a
little sex, no matter what they do for a living."

   I laughed and said, "He was kind of cute, if he had asked me out I would
have gone!"

   Larry seemed to relax, but only a little.  He went with us to our
apartment and the ride in the big stretch limo was amazing.  He came in and
I played the tape for him and he listened all the way to the embarrassing
end.  Then he said, "Got the bastard!  Nice work."

   We were picked up by someone from the Governor's Office the next
morning. I called the home and told them that I wouldn't be in today and
Mrs.  Thomas said, "Yes I know.  The Governor called me earlier!  What on
earth is going on?"

   I told her that I would fill her in later, but as it turned out, I never
went back.  With Larry's help we found a small house for rent on a quiet
street in a much nicer part of town.  We were enrolled in several
assistance programs that I didn't even know existed.

   The nearby school that Heather is going to now is great and she loves
it.

   I am going to college full time now, with tuition assistance and with
the lump sum payments that Heather and I both got from the Victim's
Assistance Fund we are not living high on the hog, but we are living much
better than we were.  If we want to order a pizza once a week we can.  We
have been to the movies a couple of times.  We have a lot of bad memories,
but suddenly life is better than it ever was for us before.

   We spent days being deposed under oath.  Mr.  Kent is in jail now.  They
have found dozens of other women that he did the same thing to.  Turned
them into sex slaves and sold them and used them to make dirty movies. 
There has been a huge shake up in the Office of Pardons and Paroles.

   The only bad thing is that both of us are having trouble turning back
into normal people.  We got used to a steady diet of sex.  Now there is
none at all.  Something in between would be nice.

   I have had a couple of interesting offers from some of the guys in
school, but they are all too young for me.  That's something I hate to hear
myself saying!

   Heather has a boyfriend, and although I suppose I am a lot more open
minded now than most mothers, I am not letting her take her fourteen year
old boyfriend to her room for sex.  At least not until they know each other
better.

   THE END



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