   Lydia was almost in a panic. The deal she had worked so hard on fell through and now she was in major hock to a Russian Mafia. It was over a hundred thousand dollars and she would have been a multi millionaire if only she hadn't had a sudden shakedown by the Chicago police. Now she was penniless.
   And they were holding her daughter!
   It had been almost a month since she'd seen little Sharri. They'd promised to take good care of her as long as she came through with the cash. Lydia didn't know what to do now. She left the message that she was coming in and they picked her up at a random street. Lydia was scared in the limo as she was driven to meet with Dimitri, her contact.
   She could only tell them the truth and hope that they could shakedown the police for her... no, make that their money. What could they do? Sharri was only five years old. Surely they wouldn't hurt an innocent child. Lydia refused to believe otherwise. Sharri was all she had now. Lydia would do anything to make it up to them for little Sharri's sake.
   Lydia would work as a special type of call girl for them. They did have a brothel with special tastes, and right now she would allow herself to suffer anything to win back their trust.
   The limo pulled up to a huge gate and it opened by remote control. Then it was up the drive to a mansion with armed men walking around. Lydia was lead through to a room with a curtained window and some wooden chairs. She didn't look around on the way in with everything going though her head and didn't even remember if she went up or down any stairs. Then they left her there.
   Lydia waited for a half an hour before Dimitri finally entered and sat next to her.
   "So, I trust you have news for us?" he said with a thick Russian accent.
   Lydia sat silent. Everything was bursting to come out but she could think of a way to broach the subject. Lydia started to tear up and all she could do was nod.
   "Then, please tell."
   Lydia could wait any longer. She needed to get this over with and take her lumps. "The cops took it. They took it all." Dimitri stared and said nothing. "It was a shakedown. They knew I had allot of money and they just came in and took it. I couldn't stop them! Tell me you can get it back, please!" Lydia started to bawl. "Please. I couldn't stop them! I can still make the deal work but I gotta get the money back from them! Please. Please! I'll do anything! I'll...." Lydia tried to compose herself. "I'll work for you any way you want. I'll do anything for anybody." She sat up strait and sniffed. "I'll bet you have some clients that need something hard to find. You help me get those cops back and I can be anything you want. I could even...."
   Lydia stopped as she saw the look on Dimitri's face as he slowly shook his head. Suddenly, Lydia started to fear the worst. They might kill her, and then what would happen to little Sharri? Who would....
   "This is major disappointment for me." he said leaning back. "You think this is game?"
   "No, I...." Lydia stammered.
   "Enough!" Dimitri slammed his hand on the table. Lydia jumped. "What could you offer me? I can get any girl to do anything!" he calmed down a notch. "Still, there is some things we have hard time getting. Maybe you can help after all."
   Lydia's hope came back. "Yes! Anything! Just tell me!"
   "You have beautiful daughter." Dimitri lit a cigarette. The blood drained from Lydia's face. This can't be happening!
   "No! We can work this out! I can do things. Sharri's just a baby! I could... I could.... Please, not my baby!"
   "You have twelve thousand dollars?" he asked.
   "Twelve?! But you said ten thousand! You can't...."
   "Maybe I make it fifteen thousand." he said. Lydia shut up in horror. This was her worst nightmare. Dimitri waited for a moment for any more outbursts but none came. Satisfied he said, "Come look." and he got up to open the curtains.
   Beyond the window was another room with four large men sitting on couches. On the table was a water pipe like in the Chinese kung-fu movies. The a door opened and little Sharri was escorted in. Her hair was uncombed and she was dressed in a t-shirt and dirty socks and nothing else. Lydia's heart nearly jumped out of her throat. She put her hands to the glass and yelled, "Sharri!" The child didn't hear or look her way.
   "Go ahead and yell. The glass is one way mirror and sound proof." Lydia glared at Dimitri and back into the room. Lydia hit the glass a few times but it sounded solid and thick.
   She turned to him and pleaded, "Stop it! You have to let me see her! Please, just let me see my baby." Lydia was sobbing again. She turned back to the room behind the glass and watched in horror as little Sharri went for the water pipe on the table. The man who escorted her in held her back and the man sitting closest grabbed it away. Lydia couldn't hear but it was pretty evident that Sharri wanted the pipe. Lydia realized that they had been using it on her and she wanted more.
   "You got her stoned?! But she's just a baby!" Lydia cried at Dimitri and then turned back at the gut wrenching scene before her.
   The man holding the water pipe unzipped his pants and he had a full hard on. He pointed to the pipe and then to his erect cock. The message was clear, 'you want a hit you have to fuck me'. The escort man started to tie little Sharri's hands behind her back at the wrists. The child didn't struggle but kept her eyes on the pipe. Lydia saw that Sharri's eyes were red and had bags under them. When her hands were tied tight, she was pushed towards the pipe holding man and she was then helped onto his lap. He held the pipe with one hand and her hair with the other and Sharri's face was pushed down to his cock. She opened her mouth like a good girl and took as much in as she could.
   Lydia then understood that little Sharri had been doing just this sort of thing for a while, possibly the whole month. Lydia lost it. She flung herself at Dimitri and tried to hit him. Dimitri backhanded her hard and Lydia fell onto the chair. "I tie you up if you lose control. You be good girl and maybe I let you both live. Now you watch lesson."
   Lydia couldn't bare to watch but also couldn't bare not to watch. She got up meekly and stared again through the glass. Sharri was being helped onto the mans lap and she spread herself for him. The pain on her face was obvious but Sharri didn't cry but continued to stare at the pipe in the mans hand. When the head of his huge cock slightly penetrated her he then brought the pipe over and lit it. He took a large hit and then put his mouth over hers and while he blew all of the smoke into her little chest, he also pushed her body down hard with an arm over her shoulder.
   Lydia watched in horror as his huge cock sank slowly into her tiny five year old body while her toes curled and her chest expanded. Little Sharri started to twitch her limbs for a moment and then went limp. When the pipe man pulled his face away to breathe, Lydia could see Sharri's eyes still opened and distant. Her little face went slack and a small smile pulled at her open lips.
   Lydia turned to Dimitri again, "You made her a pot head." she said weakly. "You taught her to like pot. My baby on pot." Lydia cried more and tears kept streaming down her face.
   Dimitri spoke again, "Sharri is not pot head. That is opium." Lydia's eyes went wide as she realized it was much worse then she thought. She turned back to look at her daughter in the next room. The man was now moving her up and down on his thick cock and he hand his hands up her t-shirt, feeling her body, running his hands everywhere while he tongued her little open mouth. His hands explored her from head to toe and even up her ass hole. Sharri didn't struggle at all. She was in dreamland as her baby doll body was used for his sick pleasure. Lydia remembered being fucked much like little Sharri was being that moment. The feeling of helplessness, the hot breath as his face was all over hers, the surrendering of herself completely to the mans wishes.
   Little Sharri was doing the same at that moment.
   It wasn't too long before the man came in her and after he spasmed his last spurt into the drugged toddler, he lifted her off and passed her to the next man who was unzipped and ready. He entered her without hesitation and Sharri looked pained for only a moment and was back to her dreamland as she was gang fucked for the next hour by all the men in the room in every way and position.
   Lydia was completely unnerved by it all and sat in the wooden chair when little Sharri was started around the room yet again.
   Dimitri pushed his chair closer to her and sat next to the grieving mother. "You have nothing to offer us by yourself, but your baby is another matter." Lydia refused to look at him. She hugged her knees instead. "You take lots of money from us and interest is high. Your kid would have to work along time to pay it back for you and she may be adult before we get what we want. At twelve she make a lot less money and we may have to sell her to brothel in other country." Lydia started to rock, as her mind came close to snapping. "Still, we not want to break up mother and daughter. Family should be close, da?"
   Lydia finally looked at Dimitri with total fear. "What are you going to do?"
   Dimitri leaned back and lit another cigarette. "You can help her pay of debt quicker. Maybe even be free to go in a few years."
   Lydia's throat was dry, "H...how?"
   He smiled, "You go in and help her fuck. You be her lover. You make up team. That is harder thing to find then just kid. Hmmm?"
   Lydia didn't think she could trust him, but he had all the cards. He was going to pimp out her baby anyway. At least she could be there for it and have a little control, maybe even get them both out if the chance came up. "Wha... what do you want me to do?"
   "There. You see? We can make deal." Dimitri replied.


   Lydia walked into the room and Sharri was laying on the table with all the men watching. She was still dreamy and her eyes were bloodshot. Lydia approached her abused baby and cradled her head to hers. Sharri looked for a moment and then recognized her mother. "Hi, mommy." she said sleepily with a smile.
   "Shhh." Mommy said. "Lets get you cleaned up."
   Lydia then had her hands tied behind her and she then leaned into her daughters face and looked with shame at everybody around watching before she put her tongue into little Sharri's mouth.
   The room was still and everyone's cock was rock hard as Lydia sucked her own daughters abused cunt clean with her mouth, sucking every last drop of cum and swallowing it tearfully.
   Then another gang bang followed.