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A New Foster Home
By vulgus

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Story codes: Rape, Mf, MMmmf, Ff, ff, WS

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

I was sitting sullenly in the back seat of the car, trying to act
like I didn't care. That was my way of coping I guess. I just let
the world know that I didn't care. I was worried though. I was
being driven to the third foster home in less than three months
and each one seemed to be worse than the one before. 

My parents had been arrested for a long list of what seemed like
minor crimes to me. They had just been trying to get by, doing
what they could to bring in money. They grew and sold a little
pot. That was what got them in trouble. After they were arrested
there were all kinds of other crappy charges piled on and now it
looked like they would be guests of the government for a long
time to come.

My parents had been what you might call free spirits, more than
criminals. They had been good parents. I suppose the lawyers
involved had a different opinion about that, but I had been happy
and loved and cared for and I was extremely resentful of the
authorities for breaking up my happy, if somewhat unorthodox
home.

The first foster home that they had taken me to had actually been
pretty nice. The couple that had taken me in already had two
other girls staying with them, but they had a big house and they
had treated me well. At least they had tried to. I had made it
pretty difficult for them. 

They were, after all, a part of the system that had broken up my
home and taken me away from my parents. It isn't that I blamed
them. I just blamed everyone and I refused to cooperate. After a
couple of weeks they had given up. I was "unmanageable" and a bad
influence on the other two foster kids in the home. So the social
workers came and took me away.

I was put into some kind of halfway house for a couple of weeks.
It was sort of like what they used to call a reform school. My
father had spent a lot of time in a reform school when he was
young and he told me all about it. Basically it is a jail for
kids.

I had received counseling and then I was taken to another foster
home. This one wasn't quite as nice. The people whose home it was
in were strict and mean. They yelled all the time. The worst
thing about it though was that I had to share a room with a five
year old boy. Being a thirteen year old girl, about to turn
fourteen, I had a big problem with that. 

The little pervert was always trying to catch me dressing or
undressing. The worst part was that he had been taken from a home
where he was molested and he was always doing what they called
"acting out". I'm not sure what that meant. I just know that the
little bastard was always trying to touch me somewhere he
shouldn't when nobody was looking. I woke up one morning and he
had pulled the covers down off of me while I was asleep and he
was holding my t-shirt up so that he could look at my panties. 

I beat the crap out of him and they took me out of that home and
put me back in the halfway house for a couple of weeks and some
more counseling.

I guess they were losing patience with me now, though. I had been
shoved into the back of this car and the big black social worker
ragged on me for a half hour as he drove me to what he promised
me was the last chance that I was going to get. I tried to act
like I wasn't afraid of him, but I was. I tried to act like I
didn't care what they did to me, but I was scared. 

As I looked out of the window at the houses passing by I noticed
that we were in a pretty seedy area of town. When he pulled up in
front of a large, but very run down house I got really nervous. I
had not seen another white face in quite a while. 

Don't get me wrong. It isn't that I am prejudiced. Well, not like
I am into that white power shit or anything. I don't think less
of someone because they aren't white. I have a pretty low opinion
of those clowns that drive around with the rap music blaring out
of the five hundred dollar speakers in their two hundred dollar
cars. Of course, they are just as apt to be white as black or
brown anymore. I also think that a person's pants should come all
the way up over their ass. Maybe I am not the free spirit that my
parents are, but I don't care what kind of underwear a guy is
wearing, I don't want to see it.

So when the social worker got out of the car, grabbed my small
bag of belongings out of the trunk and roughly pulled me from the
back seat in front of that run down house in that run down
neighborhood where every person that I could see was black, I was
scared. I saw them look at me curiously, the cute little blonde
chick that obviously did not belong here. 

But then I put my game face on as I was pulled roughly up the
walk to the front door. I heard a man yelling inside, but it was
a long time before anyone answered the doorbell. When the door
finally did open and I saw the large black man standing there and
the two black teenagers standing in the hall behind him staring
at me like I was food, I wanted to beg to be taken back to the
first foster home. I wanted to promise to behave and get along
and do what I was told if only he would take me back there. 

I didn't get a chance though. The social worker said, "Hey KC,
look what I brought you."

The man who had opened the door smiled down at me, and it made me
feel like prey. He looked me over and he was definitely not
looking at me like a grown man should be looking at a thirteen
year old kid. My breasts had really started to pop out lately and
I was very self conscious about it. He was staring straight at
them and when I looked at his face I suddenly knew what
lascivious meant. 

The social worker started to push me through the door and I
panicked. I started to pull away and I said, "No, please, I don't
want to stay here. Take me back to the center."

It was like I had not even spoken. He pushed me forward and the
man inside, KC, reached out and grabbed my shoulder and pulled me
inside roughly. Once I had crossed the threshold he said to the
social worker, "I'm pretty sure I can teach this little bitch
some manners. I'll let you know when she is ready."

They exchanged a few more words but I was on the verge of panic
and didn't really hear what they said. The two teenage boys were
grinning down at me. I am not talking about friendly smiles. Both
boys were around fifteen or sixteen years old, but very tall. I
looked at their leering smiles and I knew that I had been thrown
to the lions. I was in trouble and I knew it.

I heard the door close behind me and I turned around to see KC
putting a padlock on the door! He turned around and faced me and
said, "Okay bitch, I hear you have been thrown out of two foster
homes already. You are a discipline problem. We are going to
straighten you out. I'm warning you right now, I ain't putting up
with any of your shit. You do what I tell you, when I tell you,
or you regret it right away. Do you understand me bitch?"

I was shocked. I had never been spoken to like that before. I
didn't even know how to respond, but it became pretty obvious
when he grabbed a handful of my hair and tipped my head up and
with his face only inches from mine he said, "I asked you a
fucking question bitch! I know you ain't deaf! Answer me, god
damn it!"

I grabbed his hands to relieve the pressure on my hair and I
squealed out, "Okay!"

He ignored my futile attempts to free myself from his grip and he
said, "No! Not okay, you stupid bitch! You say, 'Yes sir', or 'No
sir' to me or to either of my boys, and if you say, 'No sir,' you
had best be answering a question and not refusing to do
something. Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes sir!" I screamed in reply. I knew I was in trouble now. I
was so scared I was shaking. 

He finally turned my hair loose and pointed to my bag and said,
"Get your things and follow me."

I picked up my little suitcase and followed him up the stairs.
His two sons were following closely behind. At the top of the
stairs he turned and waited for me to catch up and then I
followed him down the hall to one of the bedrooms. He pushed me
inside and said, "This is your room. This is where you will be
when you are not doing your chores or doing something for me or
one of my boys. Empty your suitcase on the bed and let's see if
you have anything appropriate to wear."

I had been so scared that I didn't notice at first that there was
no door on my room. I glanced at the doorway and looked back at
KC and he just smiled and said, "For security reasons we don't
have interior doors."

I saw the two boys standing just inside my room enjoying my
discomfort. No, discomfort is too mild a word, my terror. I
glanced around my room. There was a small bed, a chest of drawers
and a closet. There was a window, but I was more than a little
concerned when I saw that it had bars over it. I was really a
prisoner here! The door was padlocked, my window had bars. I was
locked in a house with a large black man and his two large
teenage boys and no interior doors. 

I was shaken from my reverie by his thunderous voice. "I gave you
a fucking order, bitch! Empty your suitcase, now!"

I jumped in fear and moved over to the bed and opened my suitcase
and dumped it out on the bed. The three of them gathered around
and the boys watched as KC went through my clothing. There wasn't
much. I had not had a lot when I lived at home. I had less now.

He reached down and picked up two of my bras. I was wearing the
third. He looked at them and shook his head and tossed them to
the foot of the bed and said, "You won't need those things."

I started to argue with him, but one bone chilling look was all
that it took to shut me up. He went through my small handful of
plain white cotton panties and held them up to show his boys.
Then he tossed them onto a pile with my bras. He pulled a couple
of t-shirts out of the small pile of clothing and handed them to
me and said, "As long as you behave yourself you can wear these.
The rest of this stuff is going to be put away until you need it.
Now take those jeans off and anything else you are wearing,
except the t-shirt you have on."

I gasped and looked at him in disbelief. Then I started to make a
break for the door. He was ready for me though and I didn't get
two steps before he grabbed my hair and pulled me up short. 

"You have just lost your t-shirt privileges," he bellowed at me.
"Take everything off and put it all in your suitcase. Now! You
stupid bitch!"

I just couldn't do it. I started crying and I begged him to let
me go. I had to get out of here. This was all some huge mistake.


He watched me beg and sob hysterically for a minute, and it made
it so much worse that he seemed to be enjoying my suffering. 

He finally released my hair and stepped back and stood between me
and the door. He waited another moment or two and then he said,
"Either you take those clothes off right now, or I let my two
boys do it for you. They might not be all that gentle about it."

I glanced at them and I saw that they were really hoping that I
would balk. They would obviously love to tear my clothes off. I
knew that I had no choice. I slipped out of my sneakers and
reached for the bottom of my t-shirt. I hesitated and looked as
pitifully as I could at KC and pleaded with him not to make me do
this in front of him and the boys. It was just like I had not
spoken. The three of them stood around me and stared, waiting for
me to undress in front of them.

I had never undressed in front of anyone before. Now that my body
had begun to change into that of a young woman I was terribly
self-conscious. I saw the way guys looked at my breasts as they
got larger and larger and I was torn between wishing they would
go back down and wishing that they would finish growing out.
Something about being at that in-between stage seemed to make it
more embarrassing. The only person that had every seen my breasts
since they had begun to come in was the female doctor at the
center that had given me a brief physical when I was first
brought there to make sure that I was healthy and that I had not
been abused.

I will admit that there were times, like when I was lying in bed
at night in the dark, that the idea of being seen naked by a boy,
or better yet, touched by a boy, had really made my pulse race.
But I had not had time for those kinds of thoughts since my
parents had been arrested. Besides, they were just mind games. I
certainly was not ready to for that kind of thing to happen in
real life. I was still almost a month away from turning
fourteen!

I had dawdled as long as I could. I crossed my arms in front of
me and pulled my t-shirt up over my head and off. I swear that I
could feel their eyes on my plain white bra. I had just gone from
a training bra to an honest to goodness A cup bra and I was both
self-conscious about how small my breasts were, and yet at the
same time proud of them. Still, I was extremely self-conscious
about having people look at them, especially a black man and his
two teenage sons that I had just met. I tossed my shirt onto the
bed and stared down at the floor as I unbuttoned by jeans and
opened them. 

I started to turn around, but then I thought about bending over
in front of these guys and showing them my butt and I slowly
pushed my jeans down over my hips and stepped out of them. I
tossed them on the bed and now I had reached the moment of truth.


I knew that whatever I did now would either display my budding
breasts or the tight little slit of my pussy that had just
started to grow a few small blonde hairs. I couldn't decide which
would be the more humiliating display.

I suppose it is some innate female instinct to protect her vagina
at all costs that made me reach behind my back and unfasten my
bra. I could hear the boys breathing more heavily now as I let
the bra straps slide down my arms and after taking a deep breath
I let the bra slide free of my breasts and I tossed it onto the
bed. 

I was still staring at the floor. I couldn't stand the thought of
seeing the look that I knew those three had on their faces as
they watched me undress. I had stopped crying after KC had
released my hair a few minutes ago. Now my vision blurred again
as the tears of humiliation and self pity flowed quietly down my
cheeks. I had never felt so totally helpless in my life. 

I didn't have to see them though, to be able to sense them
staring at my nearly naked body and to know that they were
enjoying my little strip show and my humiliation.

I finally pulled myself together enough to hook my thumbs in the
waistband of my underwear and slid them down my legs and stepped
out of them, carefully keeping my legs pressed tightly together.

The three of them stared at me for a minute and then KC said,
"Put everything in your suitcase bitch. When you have learned to
behave yourself I will give you back your t-shirts."

I turned my back to them and I could feel their eyes on my ass as
I bent over and stuffed my clothes into my suitcase as rapidly as
I could. KC stopped me before I closed it up and reached in and
took out my bras and panties. Then he let me close it and he took
it from me.

He set it down beside him on the floor and said, "I will keep
this in my closet for now. I'll decide when you can have anything
out of it." 

He handed the suitcase to the older of the two boys and said,
"Jamal, take this to my room and put it in my closet."

While Jamal was leaving with my clothes KC said, "Okay bitch,
come with me. I need to show you a few things."

KC turned and left the room and went back downstairs. I followed,
with the two boys following close behind. We went into the living
room and KC stopped beside an old desk in the corner of the room.
I glanced around and now I noticed that all of the windows had
bars on them. I might as well be in a prison!

KC picked up a fat manila folder from the desk and said, "This is
your file. As far as the people at Social Services are concerned
you don't exist anymore. Your name has been deleted from the
system. If someone tries to find you they will get a 'no record'
response from the computer. You have fallen through the cracks.
You no longer exist."

He put my file down and picked up a couple of pictures and held
them, looking at them fondly. Then he looked up at me and his
face became stern again. "Put your god damned arms down bitch!"
he exclaimed. "If I wanted your tits and your pussy to be covered
I would have let you keep your clothes on. Jesus you're stupid!"

I dropped my arms to my side and his eyes scanned my developing
body before he finally said, "You are not the first little blonde
slut I have taken in. I want to show you some pictures of the
girl that was here before you. She never did learn to act right.
She fought me and my boys for the entire time she was here. She
just couldn't get it through her thick head that she wasn't in
charge of her body anymore. I want you to see how that worked out
for her."

He handed me one of the pictures he was holding and I saw a young
girl that looked a lot like me, and about my age too. She was
standing in front of a small cubicle that contained a mattress on
the dirt floor and a washstand.

I stared at the picture for a minute and then KC said, "I got
tired of her shit and I sold her to a guy I know in Mexico. Now
she is working at a whorehouse on the outskirts of Tijuana
fucking migrant farm workers and the occasional tourist for a
couple a bucks a pop." 

He handed me another photo and said, "This is her other job."

I looked down and I almost threw up. That same girl was on a
stage surrounded by a huge audience. She was tied down to a
large, heavy looking bench and a donkey was being led up over her
body.

He handed me another picture and in this one I could see the
donkey's large cock inside of the girl who was crying
hysterically, and the amused faces of the men in the audience.

When I had stared in horror at the picture for long enough KC
took them back and said, "She also does shows with dogs. She
fucks anything and everything and that is how she is going to
spend the rest of her miserable life."

He let that sink in for a minute. Then he asked, "Do you want to
end up like that?"

I shook my head violently and said, "No sir!"

KC asked, "Do you know what you have to do to avoid it?"

I looked at him. I couldn't see him very well because of the
tears in my eyes, but I saw him well enough to see how much he
was enjoying my shock and my terror.

I responded, "What sir?"

"Everything! All you have to do is everything that me or my boys
tell you to do. I don't want to put up with any of your shit. You
don't have to like it. In fact, we'll like it more if you don't
like it. But god damn it, when one of us tells you to do
something you had best do it. That doesn't mean that you think
about it, or you beg us not to, you just fucking do it. Is that
clear?"

"Yes sir," I answered. I wasn't so nave that I didn't know what
he meant either. I was basically a sex slave. I had known what
was on their minds from the moment that I was pushed through the
front door and saw the leers on their faces. Now I knew that I
was going to give them everything that they wanted. No matter how
horrible it was, nothing that happened here could be worse than
being strapped down on a stage in Tijuana. I shuddered at the
very thought of it.

KC continued, "I know what you are thinking. You are thinking
that you are about to get fucked. Well, you are. You are going to
be getting fucked a lot while you are here, but it ain't just
about the sex. You are also going to be doing all of the
housework and all of the cooking. I'm sure that you are thinking
that it don't seem hardly fair. Well, any time you want to get
out of it, you just let me know. I got a thousand dollars for
that girl in the pictures, and she was a year older than you. I
could probably get five hundred more for you and my old buddy
from Social Services could have another little cunt like you over
here in two days."

I got scared all over again. I knew how to clean house and do
laundry, but the only thing I ever cooked was hot dogs or stuff
that came in cans. 

I looked up at KC and whispered, "I don't know how to cook sir."

"You're going to learn. Until you learn you had best do what you
can to stay on my good side."

"Yes sir," I said. I meant it. I couldn't get that image of that
poor girl out of my mind. 

KC finally moved away from the desk and I followed him around the
house while he showed me where the cleaning supplies were and
where the laundry room was and then we went back into the living
room and he stood in front of the sofa and started getting
undressed.

As he took his clothes off he said, "I read your report. It says
that you are still a virgin. To be honest I don't much give a
shit about that. I know most guys get all hot and bothered at the
idea of popping some young girls fucking cherry. If you ask me
it's a pain in the ass. So I figure we might as well get it out
of the way. Then you ain't got anything to worry about anymore."


He finished undressing and asked, "When was your last period?"

I had a hard time answering. My mind just didn't want to work. I
finally forced myself to concentrate and I said, "I just finished
three days ago."

He nodded and said, "Guess we better get you on the pill. Don't
want you getting knocked up and ruining that hot little body of
yours."

I tried not to look as he took off his pants, but I couldn't help
it. I had never seen a naked man before and I was almost as
curious as I was scared.

I looked in horror at his hard cock. KC's skin was dark brown,
but his cock was pure black. It was hard to say exactly. I was
not that good at estimating things. If I had to guess I would say
that his cock was between six and seven inches long. I was so
scared that to me it looked like it was two feet long. The tip of
it was covered in some kind of moisture and it was throbbing
violently as he stood there grinning at me.

He watched me watch his cock for a minute and then he asked, "Is
that the first dick you ever saw?"

I nodded and then I remembered the rules and said, "Yes sir."

He sat down on the sofa and said, "You never seen a dick, but you
know what cocksucking is, right?"

It was a pretty self-explanatory word. "I have heard of it sir. I
don't know how to do it. I know what it means."

"Come over here, let me get a better look at you," he ordered.

My legs almost gave out as I walked slowly to my fate. I stood in
front of him and he leaned forward and examined my naked body
close up. He moved his hands over my breasts and squeezed my
puffy little nipples until they got hard. Then he moved his hand
down and forced it between my thighs. 

When I didn't automatically spread my thighs he pinched me and I
jumped, but then I spread my legs and he ran his finger over my
slit and attempted to force it inside of me. It was very painful
and he got a look of disgust on his face and said, "Shit, dry as
a fucking bone."

He shook his head as if I were making my pussy dry on purpose,
then he turned me around and moved his hands down over my ass.
After a minutes he said, "Kind of small, but not bad for a white
girl." Then he said, "Bend over and put your hands flat on the
floor, bitch."

I obeyed instantly, visions of donkeys still fresh in my brain.

He stared at me for a few minutes. He sat back and just looked at
my ass and my pussy from the back for a long time before he sat
up again and moved his hands over me roughly. I was aware of his
two boys moving into position so that they could enjoy the view
as well. I had never felt so degraded and so totally helpless in
my life.

One of the boys asked if they could touch me for a minute. I
didn't hear his response, but it must have been affirmative,
because in seconds I had more hands moving over my virginal young
body, squeezing and pinching and touching and exploring freely.

KC took his larger hands away and watched his sons explore my ass
and my pussy for a couple of minutes. Then he said, "Okay, that's
enough for now. She's going to be here for a long time. You can
have her when I'm done with her.

I hadn't thought about it, but in the back of my mind I suppose
that I knew that it was going to be all three of them. Still,
hearing him say it out loud made it just that much worse. I
groaned in despair as the boys took their hands away and KC said,
"Alright, let's see just how bad a cocksucker you are. On your
knees and turn around, cunt."

I dropped to my knees and turned to face KC. I moved closer,
moving between his widespread legs, and I stared down at his hard
and throbbing cock. Whatever the moisture was that was oozing out
of the little hole in the end of his cock, there was a lot more
of it now. It was nearly covering the underside of his cock and
was oozing down onto his large, hairy, extremely ugly balls now.

I stared in horror and wondered how I could ever bring myself to
do what he wanted me to do. All three of them were watching my
face closely. I looked up at KC in despair, hoping, I suppose,
for a last minute stay of execution. I saw his face, and the
faces of his two sons and I saw how much pleasure they were
taking from my despair. 

I shivered and said, "Oh god," under my breath and I was about to
lean forward when he said, "Do you know what all that moisture
is?"

I shook my head and said, "No sir."

He explained, "A lot of guys call that pre-cum. That isn't what
it is. It is a clear, nearly flavorless fluid that oozes out of a
man's cock when he gets sexually aroused. It is a slick liquid
that is meant to lubricate, to make fucking easier. Women do it
to. Well, most women do it. I guess we are going to have to work
on you for a while."

"What you are going to do now," he explained, "is lean down and
start licking my balls. After a minute or two you will then start
licking my cock. I don't want you to use your hands yet. Just use
your lips and your tongue. I want you to lick my cock all over,
get all that lubricant off. Once you have covered my cock with
your spit I want you to put your lips around the head of my cock
and slide them down until the head of my cock touches the back of
your throat."

"There are two things you have to be careful of. The first and
most important thing is that you had better not let me feel a
tooth on my cock. You will be very sorry if I do."

"The other thing you need to be aware of is that when my cock
reaches the back of your throat you will start gagging. There
ain't nothing you can to about that. You just have to get used to
it. Once you get used to it, and it better not take you too long,
I expect you to take my cock, hell, any cock, all the way down
your throat. You don't have to worry about that for now. For now
you just concentrate on making me feel good and keeping your
teeth off of my cock."

"I'll warn you when I am getting ready to cum. When I start to
cum you hold my cock in your mouth and use your hand to beat me
off until I have finished cumming in your mouth. Then you hold my
cum in your mouth until I tell you that you can swallow it. It
might be a little hard to get used to at first. But if you have a
problem with me, I can promise you it would be a lot harder with
a fucking dog. You might want to keep that in mind."

I was staring at his nasty looking cock while he told me what I
had to do. When he finished with his instructions I was
terrified. I was terrified that I was going to forget something,
or that I wouldn't be able to do what he wanted, or that I was
going to get sick. But mostly I was just terrified because I knew
that I had to do it.

I was staring at his throbbing cock, almost in a trance. He broke
my reverie when he asked loudly, "What the fuck are you waiting
for you stupid cunt?"

I jumped, but then I leaned forward, trying at first to avoid
contact between his legs and my naked body. When my face was
within inches of his crotch I could smell his scent. He didn't
smell dirty. He had bathed recently. I detected a sexually
charged aroma that I had never experienced before and it was
nearly overpowering.

I glanced up at him just before I extended my tongue and I saw
his two sons watching intently, enjoying my humiliation as much
as they enjoyed my nudity.

They seemed to be holding their breath as I stuck out my tongue
and tentatively licked that dangling sack of wrinkled black
flesh. I shuddered in revulsion as my tongue moved over him. At
the same time he shuddered in pleasure.

He had been right, I didn't really taste anything. I was much
more aware of the aroma than the taste of him. I swallowed with
difficulty. My mouth was so dry from the fear. Then I licked
again. He was getting impatient with the tentative touch of my
tongue and he growled, "Come on, get on with it. You have three
cocks to drain before you can start doing your housework."

I groaned through my tears and began to lick him as he had
ordered. While I was licking, they were all staring at me. KC
turned to the younger boy and said, "Curtis, go get the camera.
That would make a great picture."

The younger of the two boys got up and rushed out of the room and
then hurried back with a digital camera. He took a couple of
pictures from a few feet away and then he handed the camera to KC
and he took some pictures of me with my face in his crotch,
licking his balls and crying.

I had been licking his balls long enough to satisfy him I guess,
because he reached down and slapped me on top of the head and
said, "Okay, you stupid cunt, lick my cock now."

As I licked my way up and around his cock he took a few more
pictures, but mostly he just sat back and watched and enjoyed the
sensation of my tongue on his cock. The boys both stood back up
and undressed and Curtis sat back down beside KC, but Jamal knelt
beside me and started roughly exploring my body.

He shoved a couple of fingers into my tight pussy, which he
commented was still very dry. I jumped in pain when his fingers
entered me and KC said, "Watch yourself, boy, don't bust that
cherry yet."

Jamal said, "No dad, I was just checking to see if she was still
dry."

KC looked down at me and said, "I knew she would be. She's
probably too scared to juice up."

Jamal said, "Yeah, I guess. She's still dry as a bone."

I had, by this time, licked KC's cock thoroughly and I pursed my
lips over the head of it and carefully moved my mouth down, very
slowly, taking his cock as deeply as I could. He got a quick
couple of pictures and then he groaned in pleasure as my mouth
enveloped him. 

Jamal was still playing with my pussy and my ass, or reaching
down and pinching my nipple, but I had no trouble ignoring what
he was doing, I was much too terrified about touching KC's cock
with a tooth or about what was going to happen when the large,
black knob at the end was lodged in the entrance to my throat.

It happened just as he said it would. I felt him touch the
entrance to my throat and I began to gag uncontrollably. I was
terrified that I was going to throw up all over him, even though
I hadn't eaten since yesterday afternoon, but he had a plan. I
suppose he had done this before. His left hand grabbed the back
of my head and his right hand shot out and slapped my face,
hard.

I cried out, but my cries were muffled by the large shaft filling
my mouth and banging into the back of my throat.

He had that look of disgust plastered to his face, as if sucking
a man's cock was the easiest thing in the world to do and since I
was struggling I must obviously be too dumb to live.

I guess he knew what he was doing because when I finally realized
what was happening it occurred to me that I had stopped gagging.
I held his cock in my mouth for a minute. All but about two
inches of it anyway. 

He got another picture of me with his big cock in my mouth and
then he said, "Okay, you should be used to it by now. Start
moving your lips back up to the head of my cock and them move
them up and down like your mouth was a cunt. I'm sure you know
what fucking is, even if you haven't done it yet. I want you to
fuck my cock with your cunt mouth. I want you to take as much of
my cock into your mouth as you can on every down stroke, and
watch those fucking teeth. If you scrape my cock with your teeth
I'll get a pair of pliers and yank those damned things out of
your head."

I obeyed instantly and he was right. For some reason I felt
discomfort when his cock hit the back of my mouth, but I didn't
gag anymore. A couple of times he made me speed up a little more
and Curtis had moved his face down right near mine and he grinned
and said, "Shit man, look at that fucking cunt go! She's going to
be a pretty good cocksucker with a little practice!"

Then he looked me in the eye and said, "Don't worry, you are
going to get lots of practice, bitch."

KC was breathing hard and fast now and he said in a gasping,
breathless voice, "Okay bitch, I am going to fill your mouth with
cum now. I ain't going to hold your head for you, but you best
not pull away, and you best not spill a drop, 'cause I'll take
that as a personal insult."

I was not sure what cum was. I suppose I had heard of it, but I
didn't really know. I was only thirteen and I had been home
schooled. I had almost no knowledge about sex and bodily
functions and procreation. I just knew that something was about
to come out of the hole in the end of his dick and fill my mouth.
I knew that the whole idea of it sounded pretty disgusting.

It was. I felt the hot fluid filling my mouth and coating the
back of my throat and I gagged again, but I far too scared to
pull away. Just in time I remembered his instructions and I moved
my mouth up to the tip of his cock and used my hand to finish him
off.

I continued to move my hand up and down his shaft until he
groaned and ordered me to stop. Then he looked at me and said,
"Okay, carefully move your mouth off of my cock, but don't
swallow yet."

I did as ordered and when I was sitting up on my heels he said,
"Alright cunt, open your mouth and show me a mouthful of cum."

I opened my mouth and he pulled the camera up and took a picture.
Then he ordered me to stick out my tongue, carefully, and he took
another picture. Then he told me to savor his cum, get used to
the flavor, because I was going to be eating a lot of it over the
next few years.

I moved the slimy load around inside my mouth and it was bitter
and had a bleachy taste and it was just the most disgusting thing
that I could ever imagine doing. He watched me for a minute and
then he said, "You can swallow it now."

I forced myself to swallow and the amusement on his face as he
watched me made it just that much worse.

He grinned at me, a very evil grin, and he asked, "Did you like
that bitch?"

I almost said no, but then I thought better of it. I somehow knew
that if I said no I would regret it. So I gave him the answer
that I knew I was supposed to give. "Yes sir."

His grin got wider and he said, "Good, because you are going to
be doing that a lot. You are going to be one of the best
cocksuckers in town by the time me and the boys are through with
you."

Jamal stood up behind me and held out his fingers. They had been
moving around and in and out of my vagina for the last few
minutes and he showed them to his father and said, "She is
finally juicing up a little dad. She probably needs to get fucked
a few times and figure out what she's good for. Then she'll learn
to juice up good."

KC said, "You may be right boy. For now though, get your ass up
here and give her some more practice sucking cock. I'm pretty
sure Curtis is getting anxious."

Curtis chuckled and said, "You got that right! I can't wait to
get my cock in this little bitch's mouth."

Jamal sat down beside his father and I moved over between his
legs. His cock wasn't quite as large as his father's, but it was
still quite imposing. I was exhausted from sucking KC's cock. My
tongue and my jaw were tired and my arm was tired from rapidly
masturbating him into my mouth at the end. My back was tired too
from that uncomfortable bent over position in which I had been
kept. I was much too scared to complain though.

I started all over again and KC took several more pictures as I
began to lick Jamal's balls. Before I moved up to lick his cock,
which was oozing even more copiously that his father's had, he
ordered me to carefully take his balls into my mouth and hold
them and massage them with my tongue.

I was afraid that I couldn't do what he wanted without scraping
them with my teeth, but apparently I was able to please him. He
let me hold them in my wide spread mouth for a minute or two and
then he said, "Okay cocksucker, back to work."

I carefully pulled my mouth back and let his balls slide out.
Then I began to lick his cock. Curtis got off of the couch and
moved behind me and just like his brother had done earlier, he
began to roughly manipulate my pussy and toy with my ass. At one
point he spread the cheeks of my ass wide apart and spit on me.
Then he used his spit to wet his finger and he forced it into my
ass brutally.

I groaned in pain, but of course, nobody cared that I was in
pain. His finger moved in and out of my ass for a minute and then
he pulled it out and wiped it on my skin and returned to
exploring my pussy.

I was concentrating on Jamal's cock and trying not to pay too
much attention to what Curtis was doing. I had begun to move my
lips up and down Jamal's cock and it was slightly easier because
it wasn't as fat as his father's cock was.

I had been fucking my mouth up and down on his cock for several
minutes when he suddenly grabbed my head and pulled hard. I was
shocked when the head of his cock slipped right down into my
throat. 

I struggled for a moment and Curtis slapped my ass and yelled,
"Get used to it cunt. It's just part of the job. You know what
they say, 'A woman's work is never done.' So quit fighting and
keep sucking."

I stopped struggling. I was surprised to find that I could still
breathe with his cock down my throat. I calmed down a little once
I realized that and I started moving my head up and down on his
cock again. He had to force me to take his cock down my throat
the next few times before I was finally able to do it on my own.

As I gradually began to do it on my own KC smiled and said, "She
may be a stupid cunt, but it appears that she is trainable."

They all chuckled at my helplessness and enjoyed the show I was
putting on for them. As I continued to suck Jamal's cock I felt
Curtis move closer behind me and slide his cock up and down the
crack of my ass. It made me nervous, even though I knew that they
had been told to leave my pussy alone. I remembered that finger
that he had roughly forced into my ass and I couldn't shake the
fear that his cock was soon to follow.

He must have read my mind, because he said, "Don't worry bitch, I
ain't going to fuck your ass. Not yet anyway. Once you finish
sucking off Jamal I'm going to let you drink my cum too. Then,
after dad pops your cherry, we get to fuck your hot little cunt.
We like to save a girl's ass for last. It's just a natural
progression. Just so you know, before long you'll be taking cock
in all three of your holes. Sometimes you'll be taking three
cocks at once, one in your cunt, one in your ass, and one in your
mouth. You're probably thinking it won't be so bad, just the
three of us here, we can't fuck you all the time. Sorry bitch, we
got lots of friends that will be wanting to come over and fuck
your hot little ass too."

"It won't be an orgy every day, of course. You are still going to
have to have time to clean house and cook, but you are going to
have more cock than most girls around here. Not as much as that
cunt that dad just sent down to Mexico, but you'll get your
share."

I had been so horrified by the things that Curtis was saying that
I had not been paying attention to Jamal. Not until he said, "Get
ready cunt, I'm about to cum. Finish me off just like you did for
dad."

So I moved my lips up to the head of his cock and closed them
tightly around his hot, hard rod of flesh and used my hand to
finish him off. He shot a much larger load of cum in my mouth
than his father had and I was afraid that it was going to start
to spill out around my lips. Just before that happened he finally
ran out of the nasty fluid and I carefully pulled my head away
and held his cum in my mouth while he watched me and made sure
that I didn't swallow before he gave me permission.

I noticed that the taste was different. It seemed much milder,
not so bitter and without that bleachy taste. It wasn't pleasant.
It was, in fact, disgusting. Given a choice though, I suppose
that I would choose Jamal over KC if I was to pick one that I had
to suck off. I knew that I would not be given any choices in my
new role as sex slave to these three horrible people. My only
choice would be do what I was told or be sold to a whorehouse in
Mexico and fuck dogs and donkeys until I died.

Jamal finally gave me permission to swallow and I forced myself
to gulp down his slimy spend. He pointed out a final drop on his
softening cock and ordered me to lick it up. I bent forward to
lick the tip of his cock clean. While I was doing that Curtis
stood up behind me and sat down again, impatiently waiting his
turn.

I straightened back up and Jamal nodded at me. I backed away from
him and crossed in front of KC to take my place between Curtis'
legs. My jaw was killing me now. So was my back. I wanted
desperately for this nightmare to be over. Or at the very least I
wanted desperately to be given a few minutes to recover, but I
wasn't. Curtis was getting impatient already.

I moved between his legs and I was surprised to see that his cock
was longer than his brothers. Quite a bit longer! It wasn't any
thicker, thank god. It wasn't as wet either. Then I remembered
what he had been doing and I assumed that most of that moisture
had been rubbed off between the cheeks of my ass.

I leaned down and struggled to stick my tongue out and move it
over Curtis' balls. He groaned and said, "Yeah cunt, I'm pretty
turned on. Your ass really got me going. I can't wait to rape it.
That's enough foreplay. I'm going to cum in about a minute. So
let's cut right to the chase. Show me how you swallowed Jamal's
cock. I want to feel your lips in my pubic hair."

To be honest, I was almost relieved. I was ready to do anything
to get this over with. I placed my lips around the head of his
cock and carefully worked them down until the head of his cock
reached the back of my throat. 

My throat was sore already, but the mental barriers had been
broken. I had been broken. I forced my lips further down over his
shaft and I felt his cock slide into my throat with relative ease
now. His cock was perhaps an inch longer than his older
brother's, but the difference was barely noticeable in my throat.
I was soon plunging my mouth down over his cock rapidly and then
he grabbed my hair and pulled my head down and held me with his
cock buried in my throat and I felt his shaft swell and throb and
I sensed his cum burning a path down my throat. 

He held me like that for at least a minute as he gasped for air,
then he released me and pushed my head away. He turned to his
father and said, "Not bad, dad. When are you going to fuck her? I
can't wait to bury my dick in her."

KC said, "Take it easy Curtis. Anticipation is half the fun. I'll
probably fuck her tonight and let you boys have her tomorrow. I
want her to have to think about it for a while. She ain't even
fourteen yet. She probably hasn't thought much about getting
fucked. I want her to have a little time to think about it before
I fuck her."

I heard them talking, but for the moment I was just so glad that
I could rest my jaw and my tongue and my back for a few moments
that I didn't pay that much attention to the impending rape of my
vagina. I was just happy to be given a moment to recover from the
rape of my throat.

Nobody moved for several minutes and then KC got up and started
getting dressed. His sons followed suit and I was relieved. I
knew that the respite was temporary, but I desperately needed a
few minutes to recover. 

For the first time since Jamal's cock had forced its way down my
throat I tried to talk. I desperately wanted a drink. I looked up
at KC and said, "Please sir, can I have a drink of water?"

He nodded and said, "Come on cunt. Follow me. I got something for
you to do in here anyway."

I followed him into the kitchen and I was shocked yet again.
Everywhere I looked, the counters, the table, the sink,
everywhere there was a place there were dirty dishes and used
glasses and trash. 

KC opened a cupboard and found one of the few remaining clean
glasses and handed it to me. He pointed out the refrigerator with
the ice and water dispensers and I got a glass of water and
soothed my throat and rinsed the horrible taste of cum out of my
mouth as much as possible. 

He watched me and then he said, "The dish soap is under the sink.
I want you to wash the dishes now. I'll get you a dish towel. My
sister is coming over a little later to give you your first
cooking lesson. I want this room cleaned up by then."

He turned around and left me alone with the mess. I filled up my
glass again and then I went to work. I saw that the back door
also had a padlock on it. And the windows all had bars over them.
They had made their home into a fucking prison. I wondered how
many girls had come through here and been victimized by these
three. More than that though, I wondered what happened to them
when they tired of them. Did they all get sold to Mexico? Would I
be sold to a whorehouse in Mexico no matter what I did?

It was just too horrible to contemplate. I forced myself to
concentrate on cleaning up the kitchen. It was a horrible mess. I
didn't know what time my cooking lesson was scheduled for but I
would have thought this would be an all day job.

I had just started washing dishes when Curtis came in with a
couple of dish towels. He set them on the table and moved up
behind me and reached around and squeezed my breasts viciously. I
squealed in pain and nearly collapsed to my knees. I would have
if I had not been trapped between his body and the sink.

He chuckled in pleasure as he twisted and squeezed my breasts.
Finally KC called out from the living room, "Curtis, leave her
the fuck alone and let her clean up the mess you boys made in
there. You can play with her later."

Curtis let my breasts go and I managed to recover my footing. He
leaned over me and in a quiet but very threatening voice he said,
"Girl I can't wait to get my dick in you. Your tight cunt is
going to feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock."

Curtis finally backed away, after licking the side of my face
like a dog. He went over to the table and sat down and watched me
as I rushed around the kitchen trying to get it cleaned up before
my time was up. I don't even know why!

There were far too many dirty dishes to do them all in one load.
I had to wash, dry, put them away, and then start all over with
fresh water. I did that three times before I finally had all the
dishes washed and put away.  I took everything off of the
counters, cleaned them thoroughly and then cleaned those things
that went on the counters and put them back. I glanced at the
clock on the wall and even though I didn't know what time I was
supposed to be done I saw that it was getting late. 

I decided that I would rather clean house than go back and tell
KC that I was finished and be tormented by him and his sons some
more. It was obvious that the kitchen floor had not been cleaned
since the invention of soap, so I dug out the mop and the bucket
and started scrubbing. I scrubbed and rinsed it twice and after
it dried I waxed it. 

Curtis watched me work, enjoying the way my naked body moved as I
worked I guess. He didn't help, but at least he didn't torment me
any longer. By the time I had finished I was so sweaty that he
probably didn't want to touch me.

I finished and put away the mop and bucket and went out to report
to KC. There was more that needed to be done. The cabinets should
be cleaned out and while I didn't open it I was sure that the
refrigerator looked like a biology experiment on the inside. The
funny thing was that I would never have done all of this work if
I were still living at home with my parents. I would have whined
like a jet engine if my mom had tried to get me to work half this
hard. On the other hand, mom never threatened to sell me to a
Mexican whorehouse.

KC took one look at my sweaty body and told Jamal to take me
upstairs and stick me in the shower. Jamal smiled and pushed me
up the stairs ahead of him. I climbed the stairs quickly, with
his hands on my ass all the way. Then he led me to the bathroom
which was almost as nasty as the kitchen had been. 

Jamal saw me look around and said, "Don't worry. We'll let you
clean this room up later too."

Then he closed the shower curtain and let the water run and while
the hot water ran down the drain he sat down on the toilet and I
sucked him off again. After he came in my mouth I got in the
shower and quickly washed. The water was quickly getting cold
because it had run so long while I had been sucking him off. 

When I shut the water off he handed me a dirty, well used towel
and I dried off and stepped out of the tub. I really needed some
hair care products for white females and my brush. Instead I had
to use the products that they had which were made for black males
and a comb. Since I was a prisoner in this house now though, I
didn't feel the need to look my best.

When my parents had been arrested I had been taken from my home
so quickly and in such a confused state that I had only been able
to grab a few items of clothing. It never occurred to me to grab
my shampoo or brush or my toothbrush even. The state had been
kind enough to provide me with some of those items, however, and
I was able to convince Jamal that I really needed my own
toothbrush and toothpaste. I was finally able to get the taste of
cum out of my mouth.

Jamal waited until I was done and then he herded me back to the
living room. When I came in KC stood up and said, "My sister
called and she can't make it tonight. So I'm going to take you
upstairs and pop your cherry and a little later a friend of mine
is going to come over with some hamburgers. He is looking forward
to playing with your sweet little ass.

KC took me back upstairs and we went to his bedroom. He undressed
quickly and got up on his unmade bed and sat with his back
against his headboard and ordered me to suck his cock again.

I climbed onto his bed and crawled between his legs and took his
soft cock into my mouth and started sucking. He quickly got hard
and when he was ready he pushed my head away and positioned me on
my back on his nasty bed. I was laying there staring at the
ceiling, waiting for him to throw himself on top of me and rape
me. I got a little surprise first. He knelt between my legs and
spread me as wide as my body would permit. He examined my virgin
pussy closely, and then he bent down and kissed it.

It was what happened next that took my mind off of how scared I
was. I felt his hot, wet tongue licking the length of my tight
little cleft and I nearly jumped off of the bed. Even as
terrified as I was, that felt great! He saw my reaction. I
couldn't have hidden it if I had thought to try. He repeated it
several times before he started insinuating his tongue into me a
little farther with each lick. 

I was quickly moaning in pleasure as I felt myself assailed by
sensations I had never felt before. I had touched myself between
my legs before. I hadn't masturbated, I wasn't even sure how. I
had noticed that sometimes it felt good to move my fingers over
that place that nobody but me was supposed to see or touch. 

But it never felt this good! I didn't want to enjoy what this
dirty old man was doing to me. I suspected somewhere in the back
of my mind that this was just one more way of humiliating me.
While it was happening though, I couldn't help enjoying it. I
don't know if I could have had an orgasm if he had kept it up. It
didn't matter to him though. The whole point of this was not for
me to have an orgasm. 

He stopped what he was doing and I groaned when he took his mouth
away. I was just returning to my senses when I felt him over me,
his fat cock throbbing on my stomach. I opened my eyes and
thought to beg him not to do this. I saw the look on his face,
the lust, the anticipation, the pleasure he was taking from being
in complete control of my young body, and I knew I would be
wasting my breath.

He moved his hips, sliding the head of his cock up and down my
slit a few times and then he said, "Okay bitch, time to bust that
cherry and make a woman out of you. Grab my cock and put the head
of it inside your tight little hole."

He was going to make a woman out of me. I was still thirteen
years old for Christ's sake! But I did as he ordered and reached
down between our bodies and grabbed his fat cock and, with some
difficulty I wedged it into my slit. 

I knew that men and women had sex and I knew that it involved a
man putting his dick inside a woman's pussy. That was pretty much
all I knew about sex. Except that I knew that it was painful for
the woman the first time. I also knew that I was a lot closer to
being a little girl than I was a woman and my body wasn't ready
for this yet. My mind sure as hell wasn't. But ready or not, here
it comes!

He inched his cock a little farther into me, paused for a second,
and then he drove it all the way in with one brutal thrust,
tearing my hymen and stretching my poor immature pussy more than
I thought possible. I screamed in pain and my eyes shot open. I
saw him looking down at me, taking pleasure from my suffering. 

He rested his body on his arms and my stomach and I heard him
exclaim, "Jesus Christ!" He said it quietly, under his breath,
almost a whisper but with a noticeable tinge of awe as my pussy
grasped his cock tightly. I was just starting to relax from the
pain of being penetrated for the first time and I hardly heard
him.

He waited for a minute, enjoying the heat and the way my pussy
held his cock so tightly. I heard a noise and looked up to see
Jamal and Curtis in the door watching eagerly. They were enjoying
my suffering and looking forward to their turns with my poor
abused body.

KC finally started moving up and down, slowly pulling his cock
almost all of the way out and then slamming it back down, burying
it me again. It didn't hurt as much as that first stroke had hurt
as it tore through my hymen, but each stroke irritated my torn
flesh and the pain never stopped. 

I just lay under him, crying loudly as he fucked my small body,
praying for it to end. He had said earlier that he was not that
fond of taking a girl's virginity. From where I lay under him he
seemed to really be enjoying himself. I didn't have to be that
good of a judge of human behavior to see how much pleasure he was
taking from my suffering. At least my prayers that it end soon
were answered. I suspect that my pain and suffering drove him
over the edge a lot quicker than he thought they would. He came
quickly and collapsed on top of me, suffocating me for several
minutes before he rolled off of me and sighed loudly in
pleasure.

He looked up and saw the boys watching enviously from the doorway
and said, "You boys can fuck her now. Take her to your room and
knock off a quick piece. Then get her cleaned up for company."

I sat up as they rushed into the room. I looked down at my thighs
and I was aghast at the mess. There were blood smears on my
thighs and thick ropes of cum dripping out of my very sore pussy.
When I sat up I felt a pain in my lower abdomen like I had been
punched in the gut.

None of that mattered to them though. They pulled me from the bed
and dragged me down the hall to their room and pushed me down
onto my hands and knees on the hard floor. Jamal moved behind me
and I screamed again as he plunged his cock into my still sore
little hole. 

Curtis dropped down in front of me and when I opened my mouth he
shoved his cock inside and forced it back down into my throat.
They both began to fuck me brutally as soon as their cocks were
inside of me. They didn't cum though. Not yet. That would have
been too easy.

I heard them talking over me, but I was so focused on the pain
that I didn't know what they were saying. I just knelt between
them, crying in pain and self pity until they both pulled out of
me and Jamal grabbed my hair and turned me around quickly. 

My eyes were opened. I didn't know what was going on. I knew that
they had not cum yet. I felt Curtis plunge his cock into me and I
screamed again. As soon as I opened my mouth, Jamal shoved his
slime and blood covered cock into me. I was saved from having to
suck him though. He merely fucked my mouth like he had my pussy.

They switched back and forth several times and finally Jamal came
in my pussy. As soon as his orgasm was finished I was turned
around again and while I sucked Jamal clean Curtis fucked me
until he came. Then he pulled me around and while I sucked his
cock he said, "I knew you'd be a good fuck. We're going to have
lots of fun with your ass. You're the best cunt we've had in here
yet. I guess the others were too old."

They finally finished with me and Jamal took me back to the
bathroom. He pushed me down onto the toilet seat and pushed my
legs apart and watched their three loads of cum drain out of me.
I thought the whole thing was disgusting, but he was enjoying it.


When the draining finally stopped I said, "Sir, I have to pee."

He grinned and said, "So! If you got to piss, piss. In fact, I
got to piss too. I think I'll join you."

First of all, I couldn't piss with him standing there staring at
me. So I tried to get up so he could use the toilet, but he
pushed me back down and said, "Where are you going you stupid
cunt? I told you to piss!"

"I can't," I said. "I can't when you are standing there watching.
You said you had to pee too. I was getting up so that you could
use the toilet."

He stood in front of me, looked down and fingered his cock and
said, "I can manage just fine. You worry about you. You better
get started, you get me in trouble for taking too long and I'll
be pissed. If I get in trouble, you get in trouble. So do what
you got to do, I want to see you piss."

I really did have to go. As humiliating as it was, I couldn't
hold it much longer and it started to dribble out as he watched.
At first it was just a few drops, but soon it was a strong
stream, I had been holding it in for a long time. I had been too
afraid to ask to use the bathroom. 

Jamal stared down at the pee squirting out of me for a few
moments, and then he started peeing between my legs. I screamed
and tried to scramble up from the toilet, but he held me down
with one hand and suddenly slapped me hard with his other hand. I
froze and he said, "Don't you fucking move, cunt."

I had stopped suddenly when he started peeing on my thighs, but I
wasn't finished and soon I was peeing again. As soon as I started
he started again. Some of his pee splashed into the toilet and I
felt drops splashing back up onto me, wetting my ass. Some of his
hot stream fell on my already messy thighs, but most of it
sprayed directly onto my pussy. It was the most disgusting, most
humiliating thing that I could imagine. 

I finally finished peeing and I slumped on the toilet with my
hands over my face and cried loudly, uncontrollably, as Jamal
continued to cover my pussy with his strong stream. The smell was
awful, but it was the idea that he would use me like a toilet
that I couldn't stand. I couldn't even imagine it. What was wrong
with him that he would enjoy doing this to another human being?!

He finally ran out of pee and with a few final spurts it was
over. Or at least I thought it was over. I guess that I should
have known better. As Jamal started to move away I heard Curtis
say, "Fuck that was hot! It's my turn now!"

I moved my hands from my face to see Curtis move in front of me
and as his stream of piss started squirting down onto my pussy he
ordered me to reach down and spread myself open with my fingers.


I almost said no. I was just about to refuse when I saw that
slightly crazy look in his eyes and I knew that it would be a
hundred times worse if I said no. So I reached down and spread my
pussy open and he resumed pissing right inside of me while I sat
there crying in total despair. 

Jamal moved beside me and grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth
down to his soft cock and made me lick the last couple of drops
of piss from the end of his cock while his brother was pissing on
my pussy. 

Finally Curtis stopped pissing on me and pulled my face down and
I thought that I was going to have to suck the last few drops of
piss from his cock too. I learned immediately that his dirty
little mind was much more devious than that. He forced his cock
into my mouth, burying it with the head of his cock at my throat
and I found out that he had saved the last couple of spurts to
shoot down my throat. I felt the piss squirt out of his cock and
burn its way down my throat to my stomach. 

I was sure that I had reached rock bottom now. Surely nothing in
my life could be more humiliating, more degrading than to have a
boy piss into your pussy and then down your throat!

Then I realized that this was just my first day here. They were
experienced at this. They liked raping and humiliating young
girls. They probably had a lot of degrading acts planned out for
me. If I did, someday, manage to get out of here alive, it was
unlikely that I would be much more than the empty, ruined husk of
a girl by the time that they were through abusing me.

I was allowed to wipe my pussy and my thighs with toilet paper
and then they pushed me to the floor and made me clean up the
mess they had made around the toilet when they pissed on me. 

While I was wiping up the floor Curtis said in a quiet but
threatening voice, "There are a lot more games like that we like
to play. I bet you thought that was pretty gross. Trust me bitch,
you ain't seen shit yet."

As bad as KC and Jamal were, Curtis was much worse. There was
something wrong with this guy, something not quite right. He was
scaring the hell out of me.

When they were satisfied that I had cleaned the floor adequately
Curtis said, "If we weren't in a hurry I would have made you do
that with your fucking tongue, cunt."

Curtis pulled me to my feet by my hair and guided me to the
bathtub. I was just able to climb in as he nearly lifted me by my
hair and then he reached down and turned the water on, spraying
me with ice cold water. 

I screamed and turned my back to the spray. He walked away and I
quickly reached down and turned on the hot water too. I washed
myself thoroughly, pushing soap right up inside of my pussy,
trying to clean out the piss that had been forced into me. 

My mind didn't seem to be working. I was just reacting to each
new horror as it occurred and trying to keep from freaking out
totally. I washed as thoroughly as possible and then I rinsed and
turned off the water. When I opened the curtain I was handed
another dirty towel and I shivered with disgust as I used it to
dry my sore, tired body.

Curtis didn't give me time to brush my teeth or comb my hair. He
pulled me out of the bathroom and down the stairs and as I
entered the living room I saw who KC's company was. The social
worker that had delivered me into his clutches.

His eyes lit up when he saw my naked body and I looked at him and
wondered how anyone that was supposed to look out for kids like
he was could do this to me. He had given me to KC to rape. Then
it occurred to me that the other girls probably ended up here the
same way. He looked for cute young girls that could be discretely
removed from the system and they just disappeared. I mean WE just
disappeared. I realized that they could never just let me go.
They would spend most of their lives in prison if I got out of
here and went to the cops. My life was over except for the abuse
and the suffering. That was all that was left to me now. I might
as well be dead!

While the truth of my situation was sinking in, the social worker
had stood up and moved over in front of me. He turned to KC and
said, "As soon as I saw this bitch I knew she was hot. All I
could think about for the three days it took me to purge her
records from the system was how good it was going to feel when I
buried my cock in her tight little pussy."

Then he grabbed my small breasts and squeezed them brutally and
when I screamed in pain he put his face right down in my face and
said, "Oh yeah baby, scream, it gives me a fucking hardon like
you wouldn't believe."

His fingers released my breasts and moved to my nipples and he
squeezed and pulled and I thought that he was trying to lift me
right off of the floor! I screamed again and I put my hands on
his wrists to try to take my weight off of my nipples. He roared
at me to put my hands down and I dropped them in fear, but my
screams continued until he finally released my nipples a minute
later.

He started getting undressed and tossing his clothes aside
rapidly. The last thing he took off was his jockey shorts and I
saw his cock for the first time. It was no longer than Curtis'
cock, but it looked twice as fat. It also had a strange bend in
it. The last two inches of his cock pointed sharply to the right.


He grabbed my breasts again and pulled my face close and said,
"They tell me that you have learned to deepthroat already. Get
your ass down there and make me happy. Trust me. You really want
to make me happy."

I fell to my knees gladly. I would have done anything to get his
hands off of my tortured breasts. I placed my lips around his
crooked cock and wondered if I could take this fat, misshapen
thing down my throat. But then I considered the alternative. I
didn't dare fail.

I slid my lips down his shaft and the difference in size was
dramatic. When I got to about the halfway point and the head of
his cock was wedged in my throat I knew I was in trouble. I
gagged a little at first, but not much. My gag reflex wasn't the
problem. The problem was that his cock was so thick and that it
was pointing to the side. I tried and I tried, but I couldn't
force it into my throat. I was crying hysterically because I knew
that if I didn't do it I would be punished horribly. I should
have realized that this horrible man planned on making me suffer
whether I could swallow his cock or not. I guess that I was too
overwhelmed by everything that had happened to me already today
to think rationally now.

He watched me struggle for a couple of minutes. Then he grabbed
my head and pulled while thrusting his hips violently. I realized
that he wouldn't care less if he tore my throat and I bled to
death right here on the floor. He would just go and find another
helpless victim to torture.

I was sure I was going to die in the next few minutes. I was also
sure that if he did manage to force his cock into my throat it
would be the cause of my death. It took a few minutes and a great
deal of force, but finally my throat opened up and admitted his
warped, misshapen cock and it slit down my throat, but not
without a lot of difficulty for him, and a lot of pain for me.

He held it buried in my throat for a moment and watched me
struggle to breathe. Then he pulled it back slowly, but he didn't
pull it all the way out. He plunged in and out of my throat
violently and I came to realize that I could, with considerable
effort, suck in just barely enough life giving oxygen to survive
while his cock was buried in my throat. 

I stopped struggling, but I didn't assist him in his efforts to
fuck my throat. He just held my head in his tight grasp and
fucked my face violently for several minutes and then he held me
with my face pressed tightly against his stomach and I knew that
he was shooting his slimy load down my throat.

At last he pushed me away and I fell to the floor gasping for
breath. I finally heard the lurid comments that KC and his sons
were making as they sat around watching this hulking sadist abuse
me. I knew Curtis would be getting a kick out of it.

The social worker looked down at me and nudged me with his toe
and said, "Not a very good job, slut. It's a damn good thing for
you that I am such a nice guy or I would have to punish you for
doing such a piss poor job. It's a damned good thing that I
didn't bring you here to suck my cock. I brought you here so I
could fuck your sweet ass. Now get the fuck up and go and get me
and KC a beer. Nobody said you could rest god damn it."

I struggled to my feet and hurried to the kitchen and got two
beers from the refrigerator and carried them back to the living
room. As soon as I was in reach the social worker pulled me into
his lap and he took the beers from me. 

He handed one to KC and KC said, "Thanks Mo." When he said that I
suddenly remembered the social workers name, Mr. Morton! Not that
it mattered. I would only be calling him sir.

I squealed when Mo placed his cold beer bottle against my breast
and then moved it over my body slowly. He was enjoying the hell
out of my discomfort. He tormented me for a few minutes and then
ignored me as he and KC talked, comparing me to some of the past
girls that they had abused. I listened carefully. I was trying to
learn from their conversation how many other girls that they had
done this to, and what had happened to them. The only one I knew
the fate of was the one that KC had bragged about selling to the
Mexican whorehouse to fuck animals when she wasn't being whored
out.

I didn't want to die, but I didn't want to end up like that
either. But then again, how much more of this could I stand
before I started to look for a good way to end it all?

While they talked, Mo began to torment me again. He started out
twisting and squeezing my nipples. Not as hard as he had the last
time, but it was still very painful. He was watching my face as
he abused my body, feeding on the torment he saw in my eyes. I
felt his cock under my ass, twitching as it began to grow from
the pleasure he was taking from my torment.

He started paying more attention to me as his cock grew. He told
me how much he was going to enjoy raping me. He was going to rape
my pussy today, but later, when he came back, he was looking
forward to ramming his cock deep in my ass. He told me that was
all that I was good for now. I was just a nice warm place for a
superior black man to stick his cock. My whole purpose in life
now was to worship black cocks. All black cocks. I would probably
never even see a white cock, not unless I pissed them off and
they sold me to that Mexican. 

He had his finger working in and out of my pussy now and he
pulled it out every now and then and looked at it. I guess it was
never wet enough to satisfy him, because he didn't look happy. He
said, "You are going to have a real hard time of it here if you
don't start juicing up better than that. But what the hell,
that's your problem."

He stood up, dumping me on the floor and nudged me over to the
middle of the living room rug with his toe. Then he got on top of
me and started trying to force his cock into my still very sore
pussy. He was stabbing at me and missing my still very tight
entrance and finally it was hurting me more to let him keep doing
that than to help him put it in. 

I reached down and took his cock in my hand and guided it to my
opening. He drove it in with one brutal stroke, taking pleasure
from my cry of pain. When his cock was in me he didn't pause for
a second. He began to rape me even more brutally than KC and his
sons had earlier. His hips bones slammed into me painfully and
with every pile driving thrust I cried out in pain. 

My cries of pain seemed to be what drove him on. He stared down
at me and said, "Yeah bitch, take that big black cock. That's
what you're good for now. You're just a hot hole for black cocks.
Just a place for black men to spray their cum. You know what that
makes you cunt? You're a cum dump now. You're just a cute little
white girl whose purpose in life is to be used by black men for
their pleasure."

His horrible words were bad enough, but his body slamming
painfully into mine, and that malformed cock slamming in and out
of my already sore pussy were unbearable. I wasn't so much having
sex as being beaten, assaulted. It was a relief when I felt him
speed up and slam into me even harder, because then I knew that
it was almost over.

At last I felt him tense up and his body froze over mine with
only an uncoordinated twitch as he unloaded his cum into me. Then
he collapsed on top of me, suffocating me for a moment until he
rolled off and lay beside me panting. 

KC said, "Man, you sure fucked the hell out of that bitch." Then
he said, "Hey, you stupid cunt! Don't just lie there like fucking
rag. Get off your ass and clean him up. Nobody said you could
rest."

I struggled to sit up and then I got to my knees and licked and
then sucked his cock clean. I glanced up and saw him watching me,
enjoying my disgust.

When I had finished he sat up and returned to the couch near KC.
He ordered me to stand in front of him and then he pointed to his
cum running down my thighs. He said, "You are about to make a
fucking mess you stupid cunt. Don't waste that shit. Scoop it up
and eat it. It's good for you. It makes your tits grow faster.
Don't you fucking know anything?!"

I looked down at the globs of cum dripping out of me and
beginning to slide down my thigh. I reached down reluctantly and
scooped up a couple of fingers full and hesitantly brought it to
my lips. I know that I had already swallowed several loads of cum
today. And I had licked four nasty, slimy, cum covered cocks
clean. This though, this was just so disgusting. I opened my
mouth and sucked my fingers clean and my gag reflex returned as I
struggled to swallow it. I finally managed to swallow it and
looked at him to see if he was satisfied. 

He wasn't. "You aren't done yet you stupid bitch. Keep going."

I scooped up a couple more fingers full of cum and choked them
down before he was finally satisfied. Then he sent me for two
more beers.

When I returned with the beer I was turned back over to Jamal and
Curtis and they raped me again while KC and Mo enjoyed the show.
They raped me just like they did the first time. I was on my
hands and knees and they fucked me for a minute or two and then
turned me around and switched holes. It took them a little longer
this time, but I was losing track of time. Being so helpless, so
lacking in control warps your sense of time. I could only submit
to one indignity after another, one painful humiliating and
degrading act after another. I was quickly becoming a non-human,
even in my own eyes. Time wasn't important because this was never
going to end.

After I had served as a cum dump for the boys and then sucked
them clean, I was again ordered to eat the cum running out of my
pussy. There wasn't as much of it this time, thankfully.

When I had finished I was pulled back into Mo's lap and he said,
"I bet your mouth tastes like shit right about now doesn't it?"

I said, "Yes sir."

Mo asked, "Would you like something to drink?"

I had a feeling I wasn't going to like what was coming next. I
wanted desperately to drink something. I needed to ease the pain
in my throat and to take the awful taste out of my mouth. But I
said, "No thank you sir." 

Unfortunately he insisted. He grabbed my hair and tilted my head
back and when my mouth was forced open he leaned forward and spit
in my mouth. 

I gagged again, but he ordered me to swallow and I did. Then he
ordered me to open my mouth again and I was too terrified not to.
I opened my mouth and he leaned forward and spit twice more
before he ordered me to swallow. Then he told me to get up and go
around and ask the others if they would give me something to
drink. 

I slid off of his lap and stood in front of KC and asked, "Please
sir, may I have a drink?" I was crying again as KC said, "Sure,
bend down here and open your mouth cunt."

I leaned forward and closed my eyes, but Mo ordered me to keep
them open. I watched KC's face come close and I watched him grin
as he gathered a mouthful of spit and spit it between my lips.
Then he sat back and I straightened up and swallowed and moved
over to Jamal and repeated the process. My stomach was starting
to rebel as I swallowed another wad of warm saliva and finally I
moved to Curtis. 

As usual, Curtis had a better idea. He pushed me to my knees in
front of him and said, "Yeah bitch, I'll give you something to
drink." Then he pulled his cock out and forced it into the back
of my throat and I felt him holding my head firmly and I knew
what was coming. 

I was right. I felt a few drops of pee dribble down my throat and
then it became a stream. I started to struggle but he yelled at
me and I finally just went limp and let him use me in this
unimaginable way. I heard the others cheering him on as he filled
my stomach with piss. 

Fortunately he didn't last too long and when he finally pulled
his cock out of me I struggled to my feet, wanting desperately to
get to the bathroom before my stomach rebelled and I threw up all
over the floor. 

As I struggled to get up he backhanded me brutally and I went
flying onto my back. He stood over me and yelled, "I didn't say
you could get up you stupid cunt! What the hell is wrong with
you?! You had best get used to it you fucking moron. It's just
one of your jobs now. But don't worry. I won't always piss down
your throat. Sometimes I am going to fill your fucking worthless
cunt with piss. I wonder if you can hold it all."

The other three men were all laughing and egging him on. I just
curled up in a ball and cried so hard I thought I would never
stop. 

I heard them telling Curtis how good he was at handling white
women. They told him that he really knew how to treat a girl.
They even complimented him on his ingenuity!

I just cried and struggled to keep from throwing up. I didn't
think that it would be much longer before I just gave up and let
them torture me to death, or whatever they planned to do with me
when I no longer amused them. I couldn't take much more of this.

The men talked and laughed and joked about me for a little longer
and then Mo got up and dressed to leave. He came over and kicked
my butt to get my attention and when I looked up he said, "That
was a lot of fun, cunt. It looks like you are finally getting the
training and discipline that you need. You behave yourself now,
I'll see you tomorrow."

After he left KC said, "Okay bitch, nap time is over. Go up and
take a shower and get in my bed. I'll be up in a while. I guess
I'm going to have to start pimping your ass out to pay for all of
these fucking showers you're taking."

I got to my feet and went back up to the bathroom and turned the
water on. When it was warm enough I got in and stood there with
my eyes closed and let the water rush over me. All of a sudden my
stomach rebelled. I bent over and expelled the contents of my
stomach, mostly Curtis's urine, down the drain. I felt a little
better then and I straightened up and washed my hair again and
lathered up with soap and then I rinsed off. As I stood under the
water it struck me again that this was just the first day. I had
only been in this hell house for less than one whole day! I knew
that I wouldn't last a week. Not like this.

I dried off and brushed my teeth again. Then I went into KC's
bedroom and sat on the bed. My entire body hurt, but especially
my throat and my pussy. I hoped that whatever torment KC had
planned for this evening would be brief. I couldn't stand much
more.

I heard them coming up the stairs and I felt myself tensing back
up. The boys went to their room, KC stopped in the bathroom
before coming to bed. I stared at the floor as he came in and he
stood in front of me and ordered me up onto my hands and knees,
with my knees on the edge of the bed. 

When I was in position he explored my ass for a few minutes. Then
he said, "You have a real sexy asshole. I'd sure like to stick my
dick in there right now, but I promised it to Mo. I got to bust
your cherry, but he wanted to be the first one to fuck your ass.
So you can relax for tonight. I think I can get off in that sweet
pussy one more time though."

Then he began forcing his cock into my sore pussy again. As he
worked it in he said, "Damn bitch, you still feel like a fucking
virgin! You may last longer than I thought you would."

I hoped not.

As he fucked me, slowly this time, he started slapping the cheeks
of my ass after every couple of strokes. It didn't seem that hard
at first, but after a few times the effects started to be
cumulative and I was begging him to stop by the time he finally
came in me again.

After he came he stayed buried in me as his cock softened and
when his cock finally slipped out it was a moment before I
remembered what I was supposed to do. I hurried to turn around
and put his slimy cock between my lips and sucked him clean. 

When he was satisfied he manhandled me down on the bed and got in
beside me and wrapped his arm and a leg around me and went to
sleep with me in his clutches. After all I had been through
tonight I was not even allowed to sleep in peace.

KC fell asleep quickly and started snoring loudly. I despaired of
ever getting to sleep, but after a while he rolled over and I was
finally able to relax and drift off into unconsciousness for a
short time. As I drifted off I thought, "With any luck I will die
in my sleep tonight."

I woke up in the morning and KC was still snoring beside me. I
looked around and spotted his alarm clock. It was only a little
after six in the morning. I tried to get back to sleep, I was
afraid to get up. Everything was so confused lately that I didn't
even know what day of the week it was. I didn't know if it was a
school day, or even if school had let out for the year yet.

I couldn't get back to sleep though. Instead I curled up on the
side of the bed and reluctantly relived the horrors of yesterday.
Every degrading and painful act seemed to play over and over in
my mind. The hopelessness of my situation washed over me again
and I lay there crying quietly as I waited for another day of
rape and torture to begin.

KC slept for nearly another hour before he got up and went to the
bathroom. He ignored me and took a shower. While he was out of
the room Curtis came in and pulled me into the room he shared
with Jamal and they both fucked me again. They laid me down on
the hard floor and fucked me one at a time this time.

I was at least grateful that the pain from my torn hymen had
almost gone. They didn't fuck my throat this morning, or piss in
me. Small favors that I was grateful for.

When I had sucked them both clean and eaten the morning loads of
cum which were slowly dripping out of me, they let me go back to
KC's room. He was already in his room getting dressed and he sent
me down to make coffee and start breakfast.

I knew how to make coffee and toast and bacon. I had watched my
mother cook eggs enough that I had a clue about how to cook them
too. So by the time they got to the kitchen I had breakfast
almost ready. 

I hadn't eaten anything yesterday, and I was getting hungry, so
without even asking I made myself a plate as well. I served them
at the table and then I was standing at the kitchen counter about
to eat my breakfast when KC stood up and took my plate and led me
to the table.

He held a chair out for me and said, "You can eat with us, cunt,
but hold on, your breakfast isn't quite ready yet." Then he
pulled his cock out and right in front of my face he masturbated
all over my bacon and eggs.

Jamal and Curtis seemed to think that was hilarious and they each
got up and did the same thing. They sat back down and ate their
breakfast and watched me as I stared down at my plate of cold
scrambled eggs and bacon and toast. I was crying again. I
couldn't even eat breakfast without them fucking with me! I had
just about decided that I couldn't eat this crap when Curtis
said, "You don't want to waste food cunt. You better eat that, or
I'll shove it all up your god damned ass, one forkful at a
time."

I was pretty sure that he would, and then make me eat it later
anyway. So I picked up my fork and stirred up my scrambled eggs
and began eating slowly. KC and Jamal both chuckled as I
struggled to swallow my doctored eggs. But Curtis, Curtis giggled
a more than slightly maniacal giggle as he watched me. There was
definitely something wrong with that kid. He just kept getting
scarier and scarier. After all, what kid in their right minds
would get a kick out of peeing down a little girl's throat?

I struggled to eat my breakfast. I was eating long after the
three of them had finished. Eventually I had cleaned up my plate
and despite how disgusting it had been I had to admit that it
felt good to have food in my stomach. I stood up when I finished
and cleared off the table. Then I washed the dishes and put
everything away. 

When I was done with the kitchen KC said, "You boys leave her
alone for a while now. She is going to be busy. Why don't you get
out of the house for a while?"

Then he turned to me and said, "Okay cunt, you go around and
gather up all the dirty clothes and get the sheets and towels and
do the laundry. While the clothes are washing you can clean up
the bathrooms."

I went right to work. It was a whole lot better than being raped
and tortured. I had to make four trips from upstairs to get all
the dirty clothes down to the laundry room. I took them into the
laundry room and sorted them and started washing. Then I went
back upstairs and started scrubbing out the dark gray bathtub and
cleaning the gross toilet that did not appear to have been
cleaned in a year. I got all of the enamel as clean as possible
and then I scrubbed the floor on my hands and knees. It was much
too filthy to be able to get it clean with a mop.

Every twenty minutes I ran down and checked on the laundry and as
I took clothes out of the washer and dried them and started new
loads I would then rush back upstairs and return to scrubbing the
bathroom. 

I finished the upstairs bathroom and then started the downstairs
bathroom. It was just as gross as the one upstairs, but at least
there was no tub and I didn't have to keep running upstairs. I
was getting exhausted. It occurred to me that if they killed me I
would at least be saved from the life of a housewife. I would
hate to have this crappy job to look forward to for the rest of
my life!

KC interrupted me at lunch time and I made him a light lunch. He
didn't offer me anything and I was too tired to eat anyway. I
went back to work in the bathroom and KC stopped in on his way
out to the living room after lunch and pissed in the toilet,
splashing all over the damned place and making me suck his cock
clean. 

I sucked his cock for a few seconds and he put it away and left
and I cleaned the toilet again. Men are such pigs! Then I cleaned
the floor around the toilet, again. 

I had finally finished the bathrooms and I was resting in the
laundry room waiting for the sheets to dry so that I could make
the beds. I had folded, or placed on hangars, all of the other
laundry. I didn't know what belonged to whom, so I left it up to
them to separate it. I had put clean towels in all of the
bathrooms.

When the dryer stopped I took the sheets upstairs and made the
beds, then, reluctantly, I reported to KC that my tasks had all
been completed. He went around and inspected, and he picked out
his clothing and I carried it up to his room. I was all hot and
sweaty then, but he didn't seem to care. He bent me over the bed
and fucked me. After I cleaned him in the usual manner he told me
to take a shower. 

I said, "Yes sir," and headed for the bathroom. I had neglected
to look at the clock in his room and I didn't know what time it
was, but I knew that it was getting late and I wondered how long
before the boys got home, or people, well, not people, Mo, came
over to abuse me. He had said that he would be back.

I took a shower and I was getting ready to brush my teeth. While
I was at the sink, toothbrush in hand, Curtis came in. The little
cretin didn't even notice that the sink, tub and toilet were all
white again, or that the floor had been returned to its original
color, or that the towels were clean. All he saw was me, naked
and available to torment. 

He walked over to the sink and took my tooth brush out of my
hand. He unfastened his pants and pulled out his cock, held my
toothbrush over the sink and pissed all over it. Then he handed
it back to me and told me to go ahead and brush my teeth. There
was definitely something not right about this kid.

I reached for the toothpaste but he grabbed it from me and then
he stood there watching. I took a deep breath and leaned over the
sink and began brushing my teeth with my pissy toothbrush. Every
few strokes he made me pull it out and he pissed on it again.
After a few minutes he pushed my head down and shoved his cock
into my mouth and said, "Now rinse." Then he let loose a strong
stream into my mouth. I held my mouth open and let his piss swirl
around my mouth and spill out into the sink until he finally
finished. 

When he was done he stopped back and ordered me to rinse my face
off and go downstairs.

When I got downstairs I found that KC's sister was sitting in the
living room with KC and Jamal. They were sitting around waiting
for me. She looked up at me and smiled, but it wasn't a friendly
smile. She looked just as cruel as KC and the kids. 

When KC had told me that she was coming over to give me a cooking
lesson yesterday I had thought that she might be at least a
little sympathetic. If anyone would feel sorry for me it would be
another female. I lost that hope as soon as I entered the living
room. I saw that there was a look in her face when she saw me
walk into the room naked that let me know right away how amusing
she found my situation. 

She turned to KC and said, "You certainly didn't exaggerate, KC.
Once you get her trained I'd like to borrow her now and then."

KC said, "My pleasure Condi, but for now you'll have to use her
here. You're welcome to help me train her of course. Right now
though, I need the bitch to learn how to cook."

Condi stood up and came over and walked around me. She was a
short, squat, black woman in her mid-forties. She was a large
woman, I'd guess she was well over two hundred pounds, and god
she was ugly!

She reached out and pinched my nipples with her fingernails so
hard that I almost fell to my knees. Then she put her face right
in mine and said, "I love playing games with little honky bitches
like you. We're going to have some fun when I get you alone
bitch. Put you in your fucking place you uppity little white
bitch, think your shit don't stink. I had girls like you looking
down on me my whole life and don't it just suck that you got to
pay for it?"

I was hoping that was a rhetorical question, because I didn't
know what to say. She didn't give me a chance to answer, so I
guess she knew I didn't have one. She grabbed me by my hair and
pulled me into the kitchen and stopped and looked around. 

She grinned and said, "Well, you may not be able to cook, but it
looks like you are pretty good at cleaning. That's something else
you can do for me when you get so that you can be taken out."

Condi looked in the refrigerator and pulled out the ingredients
for my first cooking lesson. She sat down at the kitchen table
and told me what to do. This was not gourmet cooking. They ate
simple foods, pretty much the same things that my family used to
eat, with some slight variations.

After I made dinner and served them I was given a dish on the
floor to eat from. One of them must have told her about my
breakfast, because before I was able to eat my dinner she made
sure that both of the boys masturbated on top of my food. Then it
was put down so that they could all watch me bend over and eat
out of the dish like a fucking dog.

After dinner I cleaned up and did the dishes and then I reported
to KC in the living room. As soon as I walked into the room Condi
stood up and grabbed my nipple and pulled me upstairs to my room.
She looked at my little bed and said, "The hell with that." Then
she pulled me down to KC's room and ordered me to undress her. 

I was as much afraid of her as I was of Curtis and I quickly
removed her clothes. She had an awful figure. Her huge boobs hung
down almost to her waist. Or at least they would have if she had
a waist. She had dark black nipples that must have been at least
an inch long and her areolae must have been five inches across.
She had a huge forest of black, kinky pubic hair and she stood
there as if she were proud of her figure and showing off.

She got up on the bed and stretched out on her stomach and
ordered me to start at her neck and lick her all over, all the
way down to the souls of her feet. I moved to the side of the bed
and started licking her as she had commanded. I guess she sweated
a lot, she tasted real salty. It was disgusting, but nothing
could be worse than the things that Curtis came up with. Curtis
seemed to have become my yardstick. I compared every new torment
to the things that Curtis invented for me to do. I tried not to
think about what I was doing. I just licked. I was careful to
lick everywhere, just like she ordered.

I was very hesitant when I got around her ass. She didn't smell
dirty exactly, just musky. She told me to skip over her ass and
work my way down to her feet. I did as she ordered and when I
reached the souls of her feet she made me spend a little time
there and then start working my way back up the insides of her
legs.

When I finally got back up to her ass she spread her legs a
little farther apart and made me kneel between her legs. When I
was in position she ordered me to spread her cheeks and lick up
and down the crack of her ass until she was satisfied. 

I took a deep breath and gingerly stuck my tongue into the crack
of her huge ass as directed and moved it up and down slowly. I
did that for several minutes and when she was ready to move on
she said, "Okay, that's enough foreplay. Now I want to feel your
tongue burrowing right up inside my ass like you're looking for
gold bitch. You may be an itty-bitty thing, but you better hope
you got a six inch tongue.

I groaned in disbelief. It was such an unbelievably perverted and
nasty thing to do. I guess it ran in the family. I stiffened my
already tired tongue and pressed my face into the crack of her
big, fat, black ass and pushed it in as far as I could.

She kept urging me to go deeper, even though I couldn't stick my
tongue out any farther. I tried burrowing my face deeper and
driving my tongue in more forcefully and she finally relaxed and
enjoyed it for a few minutes before she finally turned over and
made me eat her hairy and extremely juicy pussy.

I had no idea how to eat pussy, but I knew that I didn't want to
piss this mean woman off. I licked all around her pussy and stuck
my tongue inside as far as I could and then I remembered the clit
and I moved my lips up and kissed it and sucked on it and licked
it and soon she was pulling my hair and screaming and squeezing
my head with her massive thighs until I thought my head would
explode.

At last she collapsed into a big pile of fat and cellulite and
gasped for breath and I gave my poor tongue a rest. This had been
even harder than sucking cocks, except that my throat wasn't
sore.

After she had recovered sufficiently she stood up and I helped
her get dressed. Then she pushed me ahead of her and I led the
way back downstairs. When we entered the living room I saw Mo and
I suddenly remembered what he had planned for me tonight. I had
forgotten all about it. 

He said hello to Condi and Condi told them what a good pussy
eater I was. She also said that I was pretty good at eating ass,
but my tongue needed to be longer.

Mo stood up and said, "I was just about to be the first man to
fuck her ass, you want to stay around and watch?"

Condi smiled and said, "Shit yeah! Beats the hell out of what's
on television. I like seeing little blonde bitches suffer, don't
take it easy on her."

Mo smiled and said, "I wasn't planning to." Then he finished
undressing and called me over and ordered me to lie down on my
back. 

When I was where he wanted me he lifted my legs up so that my
ankles were positioned up by my head and my legs were spread wide
open. He ordered me to stay just like that and he pulled out a
tube of lubricant and after he put some on his finger he started
shoving it into my ass roughly. 

I groaned in pain, which he seemed to enjoy, and after a few
minutes he used some more lube and started forcing two fingers
into me.

The pain was worse and I was panting and moaning and he looked
down at me and said, "I wish I didn't have to use this shit. It
would hurt so much more if I fucked you dry. But I don't want to
tear your fucking ass and ruin it. I want to fuck it a lot. I
like fucking little blonde girls in the ass and hearing them cry
and moan in pain. I have been thinking about shoving my cock up
your tight ass ever since you came into my office."

He pulled his fingers out of my ass and shoved them in my mouth
and after I sucked them clean he put more lube on his crooked
cock and moved a little closer and started lining his cock up
with my asshole. He forced the head of his cock inside me and as
soon as he got past the strange bend in his cock he drove it in
brutally. I screamed loudly, but he never stopped for a second.
As soon as he had gone as deeply as he could he pulled out and
shoved it in again. I screamed even louder this time and I begged
him to take it out. I promised him that I would do anything he
asked if he would please just fuck my pussy instead. 

He grinned down at me and in between grunts he said, "You are
going to do anything I want anyway you stupid cunt. You are going
to do anything anyone wants from now on and for the rest of your
worthless life. So you might as well just get used to it."

Condi was near my head now and she was getting excited all over
again and urging Mo to fuck me harder, to shove it in and make it
hurt. Eventually I got slightly numb, but I never stopped crying,
and it never stopped hurting. He lasted a lot longer than he had
last night and I thought it was going to last forever. It seemed
like hours before he sped up, which hurt even worse, and then he
stiffened up and filled my ass with cum.

He almost dislocated my hips when he collapsed his large, heavy
body on top of me. I screamed again, but he ignored me and laid
there for a minute or two before he rolled over and reached out
and grabbed my hair and pulled my face down to his cock. 

I could smell traces of feces on his cock and I almost threw up.
I didn't see anything but his slime and the lubricant that he had
used, and as with everything else I did around here, I wasn't
doing it because I chose to. I bent down and sucked his nasty
cock clean, which was something that really amused Condi. Her
comments about the young cock whore eating shitty cocks, and
other similar comments amused the rest of the guys.

After Mo got up the other three each took a turn in my ass. They
made me kneel with my head in Condi's lap and one at a time they
raped my ass as I cried and screamed for mercy. It really turned
them on. 

When they had all had a turn Condi asked them to all turn around.
When they had their backs to us she stood up and pulled up her
ankle length dress and ordered me to pull her panties off. Then
she pushed me over onto my back and she sat on my face and
dropped her dress around us to protect her modesty and the men
were allowed to watch as I ate her to another orgasm while
struggling for air.

She came quickly, my suffering had really turned her on and I had
learned where to lick to get the best results. Soon she was
struggling to her feet and Mo offered to walk her home. 

KC saw them out and locked the door behind them. Then we went to
bed. I was permitted to sleep in my bed tonight, everyone was
fucked out I guess.

Over the next two weeks I learned the basics of cooking and I was
required to pay her for the lessons after every meal my taking
KC's sister up to his bedroom and having sex with her. 

Well, having sex with her is not quite right. That implies a
mutual sexual experience. That isn't what happened. Every night
after I had fed them and then cleaned up the kitchen and washed
dishes, Condi took me upstairs and she undressed and I licked her
anywhere and everywhere she liked. She really enjoyed laying on
her stomach and making me lick her entire back, ending up with my
tongue in the crack of her ass until she was ready to turn over
and make me eat her pussy.

She also enjoyed watching KC and Jamal and Curtis rape me. She
would often sit around the living room and suggest things that
she would like to see them do to me, and they were always
unpleasant. Mo came over frequently too, and since he was rougher
than the others and had that large, deformed cock she got a big
kick out of watching him rape me. She couldn't get enough of him
shoving that horrible thing down my throat.

My life became a not quite bearable rut of rape and humiliation.
I cleaned house most of the day, in the nude of course. The offer
to earn the privilege of wearing a t-shirt was never repeated and
after being naked all of the time for a few weeks I didn't think
much about it anymore. 

My meals were all eaten the same way, from a plate or bowl on the
floor where everyone could watch me. I wasn't allowed to use my
hands, and with a few rare exceptions my food was always covered
with cum from at least one of the family members. The only time
it wasn't was when I had just spent enough time being raped by
them that they couldn't produce another load for my dinner.

In the evening, if I wasn't engaged in active sex with one of
them, or Mo when he came over, I would be on my knees holding a
cock in my mouth while they watched TV and ignored me. 

Thankfully, Curtis was the only one that really got off on pee
games. And once I got used to it and didn't totally freak out I
guess he started getting bored with it.

About once a week the boys would bring friends over and share me
with them. Sometimes it was only one or two guys, though it
wasn't unusual for them to bring a half a dozen guys over and let
them all rape me. When that happened they often called Condi to
invite her over because she enjoyed watching me being gang raped.
The rougher they were and the more humiliating it was the more
she got off on watching it.

I had turned fourteen, but I don't even think they realized it,
or cared. I had not had any idea when it happened. I had lost all
track of time, most of the time I didn't even know what day of
the week it was. I just knew that more than a month had passed,
so I must be fourteen now. 

KC was on disability and stayed home all of the time. When he did
go out I was chained to a pipe in the bathroom and left lying in
the bathtub until he got home.

The boys didn't seem to go to school. If they did go they didn't
go every day. They never had homework and they never talked about
what they did during the day.

One afternoon Mo came to the door and came in with a cute little
redhead that was about my age. I had heard him talking with KC
about how much he enjoyed me and he was thinking about getting
another girl for himself. He would keep her here until she was
broken and then take her home and keep her in his basement.

I guess he had selected his victim. I was on my knees in the
living room when they arrived, cleaning a cum stain from the
carpet. The poor girl was obviously terrified and when she saw
me, naked and slaving away on the floor she knew she was in
trouble.

Mo grabbed her by the throat and pushed her into the living room
and he and KC looked her over. Mo explained that her mother was a
drunk and her father was dead. The girl had been taken out of the
home and hadn't even made it to a foster home when Mo saw her and
decided that he had to have her. He grabbed her file and deleted
her name from the computer and brought her straight over.

They terrorized her the same way that they had me. KC took her to
his desk and showed her the pictures that he had of the girl he
had sold to the Mexican. He even had a few more now, of the girl
with other animals and some of the human customers she was being
forced to service.

They gave the poor girl the same choices they gave me. Obey or
end up like the girl in the photos. Except that they didn't offer
to let her keep any of her clothes. 

Just in time for the fun there was a knock at the door and KC
went and opened the padlock and let his two sons in. The lock was
put back on the door and the three of them came back in to the
room and they all stood around as Mo ordered the girl to undress.


I felt bad for her. She looked even more nave, and more scared
than I had been. At first she just shook her head, but KC held up
the pictures and she started undressing. The tears were pouring
down her cheeks and I felt myself crying for her. I knew how she
felt. I hadn't been here so long that I didn't still remember
that first day, that first week.

I worked listlessly at the spot on the rug, but I watched what
was happening while I worked. I didn't want to. It made me sick
to my stomach. It was like an accident on the side of the
highway. You couldn't help it, when you drove by you had to
look.

Her breasts were smaller than mine. But then, it seemed like mine
had grown a lot in the last couple of months. I suppose hers were
about the same size that mine had been when they first brought me
here.

Just as the girl was taking off her panties, Mo got a call on his
cell phone. He got a disgusted look on his face and said, "Shit,
I have to go. I'll come back this evening. You guys can teach to
her suck cocks, but leave her cunt and her ass alone. I want the
cherries on this one."

KC and the boys were fine with that. They would be able to spend
the day tormenting the poor girl and raping her mouth. Fresh,
young white pussy, they were happy.

For a few minutes they moved around the girl, touching her,
groping her. She stood there with her hands over her face crying
loudly and begging them to leave her alone. Her desperate sobs
were giving them hardons. I could see them getting more and more
excited as they tormented her.

They started hugging her and kissing her, forcing her to return
their kisses all the while they were roughly exploring her body,
squeezing and groping and pinching and causing her to cry out in
pain.

Then they started undressing and she covered her face with her
hands again. I knew that she had never been naked in front of
anyone before, or seen a man naked before. Just like me when I
got here. I could tell from watching her reactions. I wanted to
make them stop. I wanted to tell them to take me instead, but I
knew it wouldn't have helped. I could see how excited they were
to have someone fresh and new to despoil. Her absolute terror was
more than half the fun for them.

KC pushed her to her knees and the three of them closed in and
rubbed their cocks all over her face and in her hair, poking at
her and rubbing the slimy lube all over her face.

Then KC made the boys step back and he ordered her to kiss his
cock. She started to shake her head, to plead with him again, but
he just slapped her, hard, knocking her onto her back on the
floor. Then he bent down and grabbed a handful of her bright red
hair and pulled her back up onto her knees.

He moved his cock in front of her face again and once more he
ordered her to kiss it. She groaned in humiliation and pursed her
lips and touched them lightly to the head of his cock. I knew
what was going through her mind now. It had only been a couple of
months since I had been in her place. I still hated it every time
I had to suck one of those filthy bastards off.

He made her kiss him several more times and then he ordered her
to lick. She stuck out her tongue and began to lick his throbbing
cock and while she was doing that Jamal got down behind her and
nestled his cock in between her buttocks and slid it up and down
while he reached around and started roughly groping her tits and
tormenting her nipples again.

She looked so small, so helpless, and so young and innocent. I
wanted desperately to come to her aid. But I didn't want to end
up in Mexico.

Finally KC decided that the foreplay was over and he forced his
cock into her mouth. My view was suddenly obstructed by Curtis. I
guess he decided that he couldn't wait for his turn at the new
girl. He was always last. 

He walked around behind where I was kneeling on the floor and
forced his cock into my pussy. He stroked in and out of my dry
pussy for a minute and then he lay down across my back and lifted
his knees off of the floor and ordered me to move closer to the
others. 

With his cock buried in my pussy I walked on my hands and knees
over to where KC was raping the young girl's mouth. When I came
to a stop as close to them as I dared, Curtis lowered his knees
to the floor and started fucking me slowly as he watched his
father raping the girl's mouth.

Just like his first time with me, KC didn't try to force his cock
into her throat during her first blowjob. It did seem though that
he was being rougher with her than he had been with me. While he
was getting sucked off, Jamal was all over her back and I could
see how rough he was with her tender young breasts.

KC finally came in her mouth and gave her the same instructions
that he had given me the first time. He made her hold his cum in
her mouth until she got used to the taste and then finally she
was allowed to swallow. 

As soon as she had swallowed his cum, KC went over to the sofa
and sat down. Jamal stood up and took his place immediately. I
was getting the impression that they had a regular routine worked
out. They said the same things to her and did the same things to
her that they did with me. 

When he was nearing the end of his blowjob, Jamal pulled her head
down forcefully and shoved his cock into the new girl's throat. I
saw her surprise, her panic. She was right in front of my face.
She struggled just like I had and it was just as futile. By the
end of her second face fuck, Jamal was moving his cock in and out
of her throat on every stroke and she had stopped struggling. 

He finally came in her mouth and she was made to savor his cum
for a moment before she could swallow. 

Then it was Curtis' turn. He pulled out of my pussy and stood in
front of her, his throbbing cock covered with my juices. She
looked like she was going to be sick, but she didn't fight him
when he shoved his cock in her mouth. 

She may not have liked having my juices all over his cock, but at
least I had gotten him warmed up for her and he came very
quickly. She was finally allowed to swallow his cum, but they
were not done with her, or me.

They ordered her to lie on her back and they ordered me to get on
top of her in a sixty-nine position. I paused and we looked at
each other. I said quietly, "I'm sorry, I have to do what they
say."

She nodded, she understood. I move over her and put my lips to
her virgin pussy while she began eating me. Curtis had fucked me
for fifteen or twenty minutes while waiting his turn at her mouth
but I was relatively clean. He hadn't cum. 

Compared to Condi's pussy, her virgin slit was fresh and clean
and actually pleasant. That didn't matter of course, we were not
doing this for our pleasure. We were both so terrified and
repulsed that I doubt if either of us would have been able to
achieve orgasm.

That was how we were occupied when their world caved in around
them. There was a loud bang and the front door was crushed open
by a battering ram. The room filled with men wearing helmets and
bulletproof vests and dark coveralls and all of them carrying
guns and yelling.

KC and his two boys almost turned white! They threw their hands
up and stepped away from me and the redhead and they were quickly
thrown to the floor. Someone threw a blanket around both of us.
Apparently they were looking for the new girl. They were
surprised to find me.

The guy that seemed to be in charge asked me a few questions and
determined that I was also a victim here and being held against
my will. He called someone over, a female cop, to take care of us
but before they could take me out I asked for my clothes which
were in KC's closet. While someone went to get my clothes, with
some difficulty, I got the guy in charge to listen to me.
Everything seemed so frantic. I showed him the other folders in
KC's desk, and the pictures.

I told him what I knew and he took the folders and promised me he
would try to find the girl. Then I was given my suitcase and I
went into the bathroom to put on clothes for the first time in at
least two months, probably longer. It felt pretty strange, and my
tops didn't fit quite as well as they did when they brought me
here. 

We were driven to a police station and I told them who I was and
what had happened to me. I eventually found out that, although
the redhead's mother was a loser, her grandmother was a prominent
member of society and when she got a call from her daughter who
had been arrested she had immediately tried to locate her
granddaughter. 

That was when the shit had hit the fan. Although she had
supposedly gone into the system, there was no record of her.
Fortunately for us, grandmother had a way of making things happen
and thanks to the GPS locater on the redhead's cell phone in her
unopened suitcase the police were able to track her down, and
they found me too, of course.

My parents had both gotten out of jail more than a month ago when
the evidence against them had gotten thrown out on a
technicality. By then I had disappeared from the system and could
not be located. Unfortunately, my parents had no pull and no one
was looking for me, at least not actively. 

After months of investigation they found that there were a dozen
girls who had been taken out of the system by Mo and broken in by
him and KC and the boys and Condi. Three had eventually been sold
in Mexico. So far only two of them have been found and returned.
A few other girls had been sold to friends in the area and were
eventually recovered. 

Four of their victims were sold to local pimps and have been
working locally. They have been found, but I hear that they are
really fucked up. They are hooked on crack and two of them have
AIDS.

I am back with my parents now and I have been getting rape
counseling. I have a lawyer that the state assigned to me and she
is suing the state on my behalf. I guess we need the money
because my parents were apparently scared straight and are having
trouble adjusting to a life of obeying the law. That isn't to say
that there isn't a stash of pot around the house, but at least
they aren't growing it and selling it now. 

Oh, and when school starts back, I will be attending school for
the first time. I have mixed feelings about that. I'm not sure
how I feel about being a normal, fourteen year old girl again. I
guess that's something I'll have to work on in counseling.

The End

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


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