Perverts 'R' Us

Abused and Destroyed - Part 2

By Loki925 ( M+m/g+, nc )

This story is pure fiction and does not resemble anything or anyone in reality, whatever that is.

The Hatcher boys raped all the girls that first night. It was a challenge for the obese men, but they couldn't wait to do all the pretty little girls. When the Hatchers finished with the girls they locked the door to the dormitory area. None of the girls really slept that first night. Instead they clung to each other for comfort, crying.

At 9:00 a.m., the morning crew arrived. The crew consisted of two female corrections officers and a cook.

The cook was supposed to arrive at 7 a.m. and have the girls' breakfast ready by 8 a.m., but the cook who also purchased the food had long ago pocketed the money for breakfast.

Meanwhile the old guys who lived in The Square had a meeting. Being from the ghetto, Ken wanted to take action. At first Mike sided with Ken, but he was soon convinced by the other guys that hiring a lawyer would be a better course of action. Ken's blood boiled, but he knew if he did anything it could jeopardize any chances his friends might have to get their granddaughters back.

Around noon time, Polly Pure had found the perfect place for Mary Connors. She went to Claudette's home and picked up Mary. The Old Bat understood and kissed Mary goodbye. As Polly Pure put Mary into her car, Mary cried and screamed. Claudette had done her job well, for Mary wanted to go back to the Old Bat.

Mary was 3'4" and weighed 38 lbs. She had black hair and was wearing a long white dress, given to her by Claudette. The dress was patterned after a doll's dress and had many petticoats. The drive to the Greer's house took thirty minutes.

The Greers were a long-term foster care family. Polly knew that, at four years old, Mary stood little chance of being adopted by a suitable couple. The last girl she had placed with the Greers had run off at fifteen, but it was not unusual for children of abuse to run off, and the Greers had treated the girl so well.

By the time Polly dropped Mary off at the Greers, the little girl was all cried out. Mrs. Greer showed Mary to her room and got acquainted with the small girl. She also changed Mary into more suitable clothing, a short dress with no panties. By 3:25 p.m. Mary had settled in quite nicely, but in five more minutes that was all going to change.

Mary was in her room, playing with some toys when Robert Greer walked into the house. Robert Greer had just turned thirteen years old. "Hi Mom," Robert said as he walked through the door.

"Hi Bobby. I have a surprise for you." Mrs. Greer said.

"What is it, Mom?"

"Check in Debby's old room and you will see."

Bobby walked down the hall of the three-bedroom house and peered into the bedroom. He saw Mary and charged back into the kitchen. "Can I have her, Mom? Can I?"

"Yes Bobby, she is far too small for your father."

"Thanks, Mom."

"You do know what to do with her?"

"Mom!!"

"Okay then, I want to hear some nice screams."

"Don't worry, Mom. I'll make her squeal like a stuffed pig."

Bobby returned to Mary's room of the moment.

"Want to play?" Bobby asked Mary.

Mary looked at the young boy and he did not look like a man. She guessed it would be all right and said, "Okay, what are we going to play?"

"We are going to play Fuck."

"What is Fuck?"

Bobby grinned, "Come with me, you will see."

"Okay."

Bobby led Mary into his room. "First we have to take off your dress."

"Okay."

Bobby helped Mary out of her dress. For Bobby this would be his first time at bat. He had hoped that he would get a chance to fuck Debby his last foster sister, but she had run away before he had turned thirteen.

He looked at Mary's naked childish body and he liked what he saw. Except for her still plump baby-like pussy Mary showed no signs she was a female. Bobby's cock started to rise in his pants. He looked at her round ass and the little line of her cunt. He could not decide which of her two holes he wanted to fuck first. He took out the quarter he had left over from his lunch money. He flipped the coin into the air. The coin hit the carpeted floor, bounced once and landed heads up. "Cunt it is," he said to himself.

"Get on the bed and spread your legs."

"Okay."

Mary bounced onto the bed and opened her very small legs.

"Close your eyes."

"Okay."

Bobby quickly took off his pants and underwear at the same time. His cock was four inches long and hard. Bobby wished his cock would get fatter and grow faster. He got on the bed and said, "Keep them closed now."

Mary squinted her eyes tighter.

Bobby slithered up to Mary's open legs. He looked at her very tiny cunt and he knew this was going to be a lot of fun. He pulled her up by her small waist. Mary giggled.

He then straddled Mary and said, "You can open them now."

Mary opened her eyes and smiled. It would be the last smile she would have for a very long time. He laid down on top of the smaller child.

"You're too big, get off of me," Mary complained.

Bobby put one hand on his slim cock and placed it against Mary's very tiny sex hole. He pushed all his weight down on the smaller child. He now had Mary pinned.

Mary started to panic and said, "You're squishing me. Get off me, get off me."

Bobby shoved his thin cock into Mary's four-year-old little cunt hole.

Mary screamed and screamed.

Bobby's mother heard the child's screams and smiled. She had no problem with feeding foster girls to be fucked by her husband and now by her old-enough son. To her it was a way to keep her husband and son out of trouble.

Bobby enjoyed Mary's screams and worked his slim cock into his first fuck hole. Mary tried to struggle, but the older boy was far too strong for the small four-year-old. Bobby's balls touched Mary's small asshole. He drew two inches of his cock back and started to fuck the smaller child.

Soon Mary's very confused psyche broke down and she stopped screaming. Her eyes went into a cold dark stare. After her first brutal rape, Mary walked around like an automated robot. She would eat, she would sleep, and she continued to be fucked in her cunt and her ass by thirteen-year-old Bobby. Sometimes when she was asleep she would softly call, "Grandpa, grandpa."

Lunch time at Hadley Hall:

The girls were given a single slice of thin baloney on two stale pieces of cheap white bread, and an extremely watered down glass of fruit punch. Dinner would be no better. The girls would get one cup of watered downed cheap canned beef stew, a slice of stale bread, and a cup of water. Sometimes for variety the cook would serve them Alpo canned horse meat. It was high quality dog food, nutritious and yet quite cheap.

That night the Hatchers continued their nocturnal raping but they limited themselves to only two of the girls, Sue Davis and Donna Jones who were six years old.

Two Days later at Hadley Hall, in Polly Pure's office on the first floor.

Hailey entered the office. She was told not to speak unless spoken to. She knew from the last two days torment it was better to follow the rules.

"Hi Hailey. My name is Polly. Have a seat."

Hailey was dressed in an orange prison jump suit that was two sizes too large for her. Hailey sat in the chair in front of Polly's desk.

"Would you like an apple?" Polly offered.

"And how."

Polly stood up and opened the small locker that was just behind her desk. Inside the locker was a basket of apples and a large bowl filled with candy bars. She took the basket of apples and placed them on the desk.

Hailey's mouth salivated with anticipation.

"Take one."

Hailey quickly grabbed an apple and started to devour it. The sweet fruit was the best thing she had eaten in the last two days. It took less than two minutes for her to chew the apple down to its core. When she was done she asked, "Can I have another?"

"First I would like to ask you some questions."

"Go ahead."

"Tell me Hailey, how many times did he rape you?"

"Two times." she replied. "Help at last," Hailey thought.

"I see," Polly said and wrote something on a large yellow pad.

"What else did your grandfather force you to do?"

"What? My grandpa never touched me. It was that fat guy."

"Denial, so typical in abused children," Polly thought.

"Hailey, I am here to help you."

"Help me? Then let me go home."

"I can help you only if you tell the truth. Now tell me what else your grandfather did to you?"

"Stupid BITCH!! I told you the truth!" Hailey had never called an adult a 'bitch' and had no idea what the word really meant, but it was a common word tossed around at the school she went to.

Polly saw she was not going to get anything more out of Hailey. She pressed the small buzzer under her desk. A few minutes later one of the prison matrons entered her office and took Hailey back upstairs.

The rest of the interviews went about the same way, but Polly got all the girls to admit that they were raped by their grandfathers, and she could work with that. The girls would say almost anything to get a candy bar. When she left as she had done so many times before, she smiled at the idea that Bertha had been accused of rape by some of the girls.

Later that evening while the Hatchers were busy raping Sue Davis and Donna Jones, who were only six years old, Hailey gathered the girls together and said, "We have to get out of this place."

"How?" Tina asked.

"The windows. We can tie the blankets together and climb down."

"How do we get them open?"

"Let me show you."

Hailey took the other girls to one of the windows. She showed the others how easy it would be just to push the window out from its rotting casing. All the girls agreed and started to work on the blankets.

The girls worked hard tying the blankets together and by 2:00 a.m. they were almost ready, when they heard the jingling of keys. The girls quickly stuffed the blankets under a bed and then got back into their beds. A. Hatcher and his brother were pulling Sue Davis and Donna Jones by their small wrists. The two girls being the youngest had borne the brunt of the brothers' nocturnal raping.

A. Hatcher opened the door to the sleeping quarters and both brothers tossed the two girls into the room like they were no more than sacks of potatoes. Naked, the two six-year-old girls slid across the hardwood floor. Then he locked them in again.

Hatcher never looked into the room. If he had looked, he would have noticed a bunch of blankets stuffed under one of the beds. Hailey got out of bed and helped the two fallen girls. Hailey explained her plan to Sue and Donna. Donna helped the other girls pull the blankets out from under the bed. All Sue heard was 'window' and 'home.'

Sue walked over to the window, placed her small hands on the glass and pushed hard. Although she weighed only 45 lbs. it was more than enough to push the window out of the rotten casing.

Sue, the window, and its rotten frame all went flying toward the street. In the short flight somehow Sue managed to turn herself around.

She looked up at the night sky, opened her arms, and smiled at the angel waiting for her. A short moment later the window hit the street and smashed into a thousand pieces. A split second later Sue's small body slammed into the street. The back of her head merged with the street, shattering the back of her small skull. Sue lay naked, dead in a small red pool of her own blood, on the black asphalt street. Her eyes were open and looking up with a smile on her face.

The girls did not see Sue fly out the window but against the quiet night they heard the breaking glass. Donna turned looking for Sue but she was not there. "Sue?" she called.

The other girls stopped tying the blankets. Hoping for the best but in her heart knowing it would not be good, Hailey led the girls to the window.

Hailey was the first to look out the missing window. She saw Sue's body highlighted under a street lamp. With tears in her eyes she softly called, "Sue."

When Sue did not move Hailey screamed, "Sue." Then she dropped to the floor crying, "No Sue. OH! God please, please, please nooo!!!"

The other girls saw Sue on the street below and they knew by the way Hailey acted that Sue was dead. All the girls began to sob deeply.

It was another five minutes before Sue's body was discovered by a passer-by. The police and the paramedics arrived.

It could have all ended that night. Anna Christensen, the lieutenant investigator, wanted to arrest the Hatchers for suspicion of rape. Hailey and the other girls said the Hatchers had raped them. But Anna was overruled by the chief of police who was a good friend of Polly Pure. She had convinced the chief that these girls made up such stories.

However Anna insisted that because the Hatchers were rape suspects that they should not be left alone with their accusers. The police chief knew he was already on thin ice when he ordered Anna not to arrest the Hatchers, and so he had to agree.

Anna knew that in the morning the police chief would find some pretense to have the Hatchers reinstated as the girls' care takers. She went to the Square and informed Mr. Davis about his grand daughter's accident. She also inadvertently told Hal Davis that most likely in the morning the police would be ordered to drop the case.

When Anna left, Hal was not only affected by his grand daughter's death, he was in shock that Anna had admitted that other girls could also be in great danger and there was little the police lieutenant could do about it.

It was like Anna was imploring him to take action without telling him directly to do so.

Hal told the other guys what had happened and they grieved with him over Sue's death. Hal also told the guys what Anna had said about the rest of the girls. This time all of them agreed that they had to take action and get the girls out of the apparent hell-hole the girls were in.

The guys left the planning up to Ken and Mike and by noon the next day everything was all set. All the girls including Mary would be rescued. When the girls were rescued, George Jones and Hector Lopez would take their grand daughters, Donna and Ann, to old Mexico where Hector had some cousins still living. Mike Hunter and Ken Washington would take Mary and their grand daughters, Hailey, Tina and Pam, to the wilderness, and Hal would hold the fort.

With everything ready to go the guys rested as best they could, while they waited for the time to act.

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