My Life as a Teenage Sex Slave

I was always a horny girl, and I guess I have that to blame for the trouble it got me into, and the path my life has taken ever since.  Do I regret it?  Not all of it, just the last two years worth.

My name is Olivia Hastings and this is my story.  It all started with this car accident I was in.  I was in a coma for almost two weeks, and when I woke up, something in me had changed.  I’d had this dream that seemed so real, I actually thought it all happened.  The doctors told me you don’t dream when you’re in a coma, but I did, and I swore it was real.

Puberty whacked me over the head at the age of twelve and as a result, I felt eternally horny.  I discovered masturbating around that time and I was hooked after that.  I’d masturbate at home all the time, hell I would even masturbate at school in the girl’s bathroom between classes!  Hey, I was twelve and my body was accelerating from girl to woman amazingly fast.  I was already way ahead of the rest of my classmates and I guess those adolescent hormones just had an effect on me!  I masturbated so much I actually rubbed myself raw.  My mom had to take me to the doctor because I was in so much discomfort.  My doctor gave me some cream for the redness and irritation on my sore pussy.  I think back then I called it my kitty.  Those days are way behind me now. Anyway, he was the first man who had ever seen my pussy and it had to be obvious why my kitty was so irritated.  My doctor knew I’d masturbated until I’d rubbed my clit raw!  I was embarrassed as hell.  I mean I didn’t even really like boys yet, which is why my dream seemed so…, strange.  It was so out of character with me and who I was at that point in my life, so what followed has always made me question why I chose to do what I did. 

I don’t know if letting my doctor see my pussy had anything to do with my crazy dream or not, but it was the very next day after my visit to the doctor, that I had my car accident.

I was twelve and it was the last week of school before the end of the seventh grade.  My neighbor Steve was giving me a ride to school when we got T-boned in an intersection.  I got a nasty bump to the head but that was about it, but for some reason it left me in a coma for almost two weeks.  They called it a coma, but it seemed way more than that.  I had this extremely vivid and detailed dream, and when I woke up, I thought it had really happened.  Either that or I was still dreaming.  I thought I had legitimately done all those crazy things I’d dreamed about, and it took me a few days to really believe it had all been a dream.

In my dream, the same doctor I’d seen in real life, had given me these hormones pills and told me and my mom it was actual medicine.  Well it made my boobs grow amazingly large and it created within me, a lust for sexual gratification which was insatiable.  It started out with more masturbation, but quickly it accelerated to full out sex.

I did the sluttiest things imaginable, stuff I had only heard older girls talk about, and even stuff I didn’t know existed.  That was the weird part, and why I thought it was all real.  I did stuff in my dream that a kid my age would never have known about.  But I did it though, I did everything.  In my dream I hooked up with my neighbor Steve and he fucked me silly, then he had me fuck all his friends.  I fucked my teacher, my principal, just about everybody I could lay my hands on.  My neighbor Steve introduced me to his pot supplier who turned out to be a pretty serious guy.  I fucked the drug dealer and all of his friends too.  He talked me into fucking clients of his for money, and that’s how I started working as a prostitute, which I thought was really cool.  Steve on the other hand would just make me do the most outrageous sex acts he could think of.

He took me downtown and found this alley with a bunch of homeless guys in it.  He had me fuck them all, taking their filthy cocks into my body and everything.  And that was just the tip of the iceberg.  The worst part was that instead of reacting the way any normal twelve year old girl would and freaking out, in my dream I actually loved it.  I loved all of it.  Every raunchy thing they made me do just made me want to do more.  I had this horny body that lusted for sex and I wanted to push the limits of what my nubile body could handle.

Of course it was all just a dream, and when I woke up and realized with disappointment that my lust for sex and my big boobs were all just a dream, I was left with this vacuous hole inside me. I was crushed.  Why?  I’ll never know.  Blame it on my adolescent hormones.  But something inside me had to know, had to know whether my dream and what I’d become in my dream had any potential for possibility in the real world.  It was that real, and that important to me.

I sought to find that out and determine once and for all if I was crazy for one thing, but also if sex held all the glorious promise and reward that my dream suggested it would.  I enlisted the help of my best friend Stacy to help me find a guy to have sex with.  Sure that sounds easy to anyone reading this, especially with what I look like.  Oops, I guess kinda left that detail out didn’t I?  Well like I said, at the time I was twelve, two months shy of my thirteenth birthday, and I was pretty well developed for my age.

My boobs had sprouted that year in school and they went from nothing to B cups within a matter of months. Sound surprising?  You should see my mom, she’s got DD’s easy.  I knew I’d get boobs like that someday, and that year they just sprouted like crazy.  At the time I was 5’4” and about one-hundred-fifteen pounds.  My mom had me in dance lessons all throughout my childhood so I had really strong legs by then.  It’s one of the features that guys seemed to really like, and probably what made me look older than I was because I didn’t have those spindly legs most girls my age had.  They made me look filled out, and those combined with my suddenly nice sized boobs, had guys of all ages checking me out.  I don’t think my blue eyes and long naturally bond hair hurt either. 

My friend Stacy was always giving me jabs about how I looked, she was eternally cute with her chubby cheeks and girl-next-door looks.  I had high cheekbones and the slender nose that made her say I was more model-like.  I don’t know, I always just saw “me” in the mirror.  It’s funny now that I look back at it, the number of guys that told me I looked like I should, or could have been a model.  Yeah, sure, that was usually right before, or right after they fucked me.  Here’s two hundred bucks, uh, uh, uh, yeah, you should be a model, uh, uh, uh, splooge!  Oh yeah, does a supermodel fuck ten-plus guys a day?  Hell no!  Anyways, back to the story.

So Stacy and I picked out this guy for me to have sex with, let me backtrack a little.  We put an ad on the internet saying I was an eighteen year old virgin who wanted to give away her virginity, that’s me, well except for the age thing, obviously.  We picked the best candidate and set it all up.  It was beautiful, the guy was handsome, I was all made up and as far as I could tell, he totally bought that I was eighteen.

We had a romantic evening and everything was going great.  We’d kissed and caressed and teased each other to the point that we were actually getting down to business, we were in the hot tub and he was just starting to push his cock into me when he must have realized I was lying about my age.  I’m not sure what it was, but given that he was a doctor, he figured it out and split.  We already had room service ordered, so when the bottle of champagne arrived, I was upset and angry, and started drinking it.

I called for the cab driver who’d taken me to the hotel to come and pick me up.  He saw that I was drunk and alone and he raped me right there on the spot.  Well there’s much more to the story than that, but you’d have to read about that when you get time.  What am I talking about?  Well I told this story in detail to this guy who paid to fuck me.  He listened to every detail and swore he was going to write my story and post it somewhere, so if you’re curious, see if you can find it…

Anyway, this cab driver fucked me right there in the hotel, and then took me over to his place, stopping one time on the way to fuck me again in his car!  At his place I fucked him and his friend.  Yeah, three times in one night for the cabbie, and once with his friend.  Welcome to sex Olivia!

I guess it wasn’t as traumatic as make it out to be because I went back for more voluntarily the next day.  I guess the dream I had was unlocking some deep-seated urge for sex I had in me.  To make a long story short, I let the cabbie guy Carl, use me for sex, and eventually my dream became a reality and he became my pimp and set me up to make some serious money doing what I found I liked doing, having lots and lots of sex.  I had a bag under the bottom drawer of my dresser with over ten thousand dollars in it when everything went to shit.

I think it was around two months after that fateful night when Carl raped me that everything went to hell.  In those two months, I’d fucked everybody Carl had arranged for me to fuck, including the dad of one of my best friends, and one of my teachers.  I had my own room at the Red Roof Inn near my house and I used the hell out of that room.  I took part in several orgies, well maybe gang-bangs is more appropriate.  I fucked everything with a dick that even showed the slightest interest in me.  I had videos of gangs of guys fucking me, pictures taken with my camera, even professional photo shoots of me having sex.  I even recruited my best friend Stacy to join me, but that’s a story for another day.

Everything was going well until one day when the police were waiting for me and Carl at the Red Roof.  This guy Julio grabbed me before I walked into their trap, and while they were grilling Carl, I hung out with Julio in his room on the other side of the Red Roof.  Julio knew Carl and although he denies it, I’m pretty sure he called the cops on Carl.

While were waiting for the cops to leave, Julio got me high and then fucked me. It was cool and all, I liked him, he had a beautiful cock and he knew how to use it.  I let him into my life, and after Carl panicked and decided to hang up his pimping spurs for a while, I let Julio introduce me to some guys he knew. 

They had this bar, although they called it a cantina, A Mexican thing I guess.  Anyway, the bar was a front for this prostitution ring and they knew I worked as a prostitute, so I agreed to work at this bar once in a while.  Am I skipping along too fast?  Sorry, I’m just giving you the condensed version.  Anyway, I loved sex and hell! why not do it for money?  They promised me the same money Carl did, half of all the earnings, pretty good I think?

The part I left out up until now was that there was more to this cantina thing than just a cover for a bar with a few prostitutes working at it.  It was far more serious than that, I just didn’t know it yet.  The girls working there weren’t doing it for fun, or for money.  They were sex slaves and nearly all of them were from other countries, mostly south of the border, and were in the country illegally.  Not that that meant shit to someone who had a hell of a lot more problems than just a residency issue.  They were brought up from countries like Mexico, El Salvador, Honduras.  You name it, they were there.  I was the exception.  I was a blond-haired white girl from the burbs who was there because I wanted to be. 

The boss, this guy named Dutch, gave me a tryout and loved me right away.  I fucked his silly little limp cock like a love-starved school girl and he went nuts.  He begged me to work for him and asked me to do this huge favor, for which he was going to pay me a shitload of money.  He wanted me to train these two girls who were only a year or two younger than me, and get them to love sex like I did.  You had to be there, it didn’t sound quite so absurd at the time.

Well that was the start of it right there.  I welcomed the challenge, only to find out these girls were the daughters of two of the women who had been kidnapped and forced to work at this place.  They had been raised in the worst imaginable conditions and had a life destined for work in the sex trade ahead of them.  To make matters worse, one of the men who was in charge of these girls, had been raping them for some time.  He was a brutal pig who did the same to me the first chance he got.  Now keep I mind at this point I loved sex, all kinds of sex.  There wasn’t a single act or a single guy I’d ever turned down at that point, and for me to say a guy raped me, that’s saying something!  The guy ass-fucked me which is no big deal, I love…, or correction, loved it then, having anal sex.  But he brutalized me and it was the first time I truly decided I needed to do something about the man.

I had this plan to call the cops and get them busted and all the girls there rescued.  How naïve I was in thinking one little girl could bring down an operation as large and influential as this one turned out to be.  And this is where my story begins…

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We were all scared.  It was dark and the van we were in was racing along this dirt track with its lights off.  I didn’t know the driver and me and the other girls were frightened.  We had no idea where we were going or why?  I knew I had something to do with it. I was the one who had made the call to the FBI in the first place.  I had to.  The local police, as Carl had told me, were getting paid off to look the other way with respect to Dutch’s organization.

That’s why I called the FBI.  They weren’t about to be bought off by anybody.  That’s where I screwed up though.  I had gone back at Julio’s request, to work at the cantina.  I’d enjoyed a peaceful respite from there after Pedro’s brutal anal rape of me two or three weeks prior.  They’d had me just looking after the girls, Maria and Luisa, and overseeing their training (they were the two girls Dutch had asked me to train in the art of loving sex).  That and fucking my math teacher Mr. Fraser.  Sounds weird?  He came into the cantina looking for some young tail and spotted me there working.  It was pretty ballsy of him to fuck one of his seventh grade students, but he figured if I was there…, and he was there…, why not?

What I didn’t count on was how devious Dutch’s organization really was.  They arranged to have me fuck my teacher in my motel room every day while giving me time off from the bar.  It sounded like a fucking vacation!  My teacher, Mr. Fraser was the heartthrob of the school, six-foot four or so, gorgeous with sandy blonde hair, an amazing body, and apparently a taste for young girls.  I banged the hell out of him for a good two weeks before they asked me to come back to work at the cantina. 

Now one thing I have to mention at this point is that I love having sex bareback.  Nothing bugs me more than the feel of those latex condoms.  I know, I sound like a guy, but that’s how I like it, so when they asked me to have sex with him bareback, I was like…, duh!  Of course I will!  I was on birth control, what did I have to worry about?

I had almost forgotten about my promise to the girls to rescue them since they’d been under my protection for a good three weeks by that time.  The three of us went though, Julio drove, like usual.  I was dressed in shorts and a tank top, the usual.  I had some sexy underwear for working in, my cell phone, some cash, a change of clothes, and my little bag of birth control pills that Julio had given me.  Maria and Luisa were wearing shorts and t-shirts that I’d bought for them.  The poor things, when Dutch sent them over to my motel room, the only clothes they’d sent with the girls were these tight super-slutty outfits.  That, and a pile of dildos to use on them to loosen them up for sex which I only used once.  Sorry, I was drunk on wine coolers. 

 I think at the time I’d agreed to train the girls, I was still super-aroused from sex and thought breaking in two ten year olds was a good idea.  Boy was I wrong.  I was wrong about a lot of things with respect to Dutch and his boys.

So there we were back at the cantina.  I should have known something was wrong when instead of getting ready and lining up with the other whores along the “selection wall”, we were whisked into the back rooms where the sex took place.  There were other girls back there too, most of them I’d seen before, but some of them were new.  I wasn’t suspicious since I hadn’t been back in over two weeks and even when I had been there, I was usually busy fucking customers.  New girls could have arrived since then so what did I know?

Pedro was there and he was smiling at me with that evil smile he seemed to have permanently plastered onto his face.  He nodded at me and I cringed, knowing the bastard had something planned.  He signaled to one of the other bouncers who came up and grabbed me by the arms and led me down the hallway.  Something wasn’t right, the bouncers, other than Pedro, had never been in my room before.  I was walked into my normal room with the girls following behind us when I heard a little scream.  I looked back in time to see Pedro grab little Maria and drag her back down the hallway.  Maria was the super-cute one of my charges, she looked like a young Jessica Alba, and she was Pedro’s favorite.

I wasn’t given the chance to help her.  The bouncer holding my arm looked down at me and ordered me to strip.  Luisa just stood over by the wall and kept her head down like the trained little puppet they’d created.  He ordered me to pull out his cock and suck him hard.  For the record, I’m amazing at giving blow jobs.  I have Carl to thank for forcing me to learn how to deep-throat, which in hindsight was a valuable skill to learn.  It saves on the gag reflex kicking in and upsetting my tummy on busy days.

After I sucked him hard he put on a condom and fucked my pussy, then finished off by sodomizing me bareback.  Like I said, up until then, I actually loved anal sex, when it was consensual and tender.  He pounded me like I was a ten dollar whore.  And then when he was done, some other big guy came in and did the same.  I had no idea who he was or why he was so rough with me, he certainly wasn’t a customer.  He was a white guy, which was also very rare in that place.  They were almost all Hispanic guys, so who this guy was and why he was being so rough left me baffled.

He snarled at me and mumbled something that I couldn’t hear over my sobbing.  My ass was burning after two brutal rapes in a row.  Now let me tell you, I can take cock.  I could tell you stories that would make your hair curl.  The gang-bangs I mentioned earlier?  The stuff of legend.  So when my ass was left burning, you know it was rough.

The guy left me lying there sobbing while he got up and walked over to where Luisa was standing by the wall.  He laughed as he reached down and wiped his cock on her shirt.  There was an off-color smear where his cum and my ass juice mixed together.  And as if that wasn’t horrible enough, he ordered her to suck him clean.  I could see the revolted look on her face as she took his soiled cock into her ten year old mouth.  I wanted to throw up it was so awful.  He was smiling and glancing back at me while pretty little Luisa licked the filth from his cock.

I could hear other girls down the hall and I knew something was up.  I was used to hearing the grunts and fake moans the other girls made when they were fucking, but this was different.  They were being raped too.  I couldn’t tell how many of them there were, but I know I wasn’t alone.  That was when I heard Maria scream from down the hall.  “Pedro, you bastard,” I cursed as I jumped up from the bed.

I’d made the girls a promise I would protect them and I’d be damned if I was going to stand by and let that monster rape her little ass again.  I made it as far as the doorway before the guy who’d just fucked me connected with my head.  I didn’t even see it coming, the next thing I knew I was seeing stars and he was on me throwing punches at me.  He was avoiding my face with his blows, but raining them down on me all the same.

I don’t know how many times he hit me.  It was all a blur thanks to the first one that knocked me senseless.  He gave up at some point, and as I think I was passing out, I could hear him standing over me laughing.  I guess at that point he thought whatever trouble I was prepared to cause, I was now incapable of doing it.  He left me lying there on the floor.  Luisa came over after he left and helped me over to the mattress on the plywood floor that served as a bed, and helped me sit up against it.

Once the cobwebs cleared, I knew I had to do something.  I reached over and grabbed my backpack and pulled out my iPhone 4 and did a Google voice search for the nearest FBI office.  I remembered Carl saying not to trust the local cops, so I went for the next best thing, the Federal guys.  I called their hotline and told the nice lady on the phone I was being held hostage along with several other girls, and even gave them Maria and Luisa’s ages.  I said they had just raped me twice and they were in the act of raping a ten year old and for them to hurry.

It turns out, according to the nice lady on the other end of the phone, that they weren’t set up for a rapid response like that, but they would have the local authorities respond right away.  My heart sank at the thought, the local cops?  Well maybe if it’s coming from the FBI they won’t be able to blow them off?

She told me to hang on the line for a minute while they completed the trace on my phone, and within seconds they asked me to confirm my name was Olivia Hastings and that my location was on Highway 63.  Shit these guys were good! 

I stayed on the line as long as could, letting the woman’s soothing voice comfort me as my head throbbed from the beating, until Luisa who was standing by the door waved frantically for me to hang up.

I hated to hang up on her, but I couldn’t take the chance of them seeing me with my phone in my hand with the FBI on the line.  That could be my life.  I tossed the phone in my bag and curled up on the floor and moaned like I was just coming around from the beating that guy had given me.

“You ok kid?”  It was Hector.  I knew his voice even before I opened my eyes.  He ran the cantina, and was a decent enough guy.

“No, that guy beat me up,” I groaned as I tried to raise myself up onto my elbows.  I was going to ask him what I did to deserve it when he beat me to the punch.

“That’s Dirk, he’s a bit of a hard ass sometimes.  Here, let me help you up,” he said as he grabbed me gently by the arms and hoisted me up into the edge of the mattress. 

Just then I heard yelling and feet trampling down the hallway.  Yeah, the cops are here to recue me I thought.  Wrong.

“Hector the cops are coming!” yelled one of the bouncers.

In my mind, I wondered how the cops had gotten here so fast.  I’d just hung up with the FBI only a minute or two ago?  I hadn’t heard any sirens or anything, and the cops were here?  The walls in these rooms were just sheets of plywood, so if there were sirens outside, I would have heard them.

“Go tell Dirk and Randy to get to the drop off and round up both the “A” and the “B” girls.  The “A” girls in here.  We need to accelerate tonight’s shipment now,” Hector shouted as he jumped up from his kneeling position in front of me, and hoisted me up roughly.  “Excuse me kid,” he said as he pushed me aside and reached down and grabbed onto the mattress.  He flung it up on its edge effortlessly.  On the floor there was a knot in the wood, or at least something that looked like a knot to me.  Hector shoved his finger into the knot, which turned out to be a small finger hole, and lifted up the floorboard revealing a dark hole underneath.

“Get in there you two, we need to get you out of here before the cops get here!” he shouted.  “Follow the tunnel until you get to the end.  Don’t worry, it’s lit.  Somebody will be waiting at the other end to get you to safety,” he said as he pushed me towards to hole in the floor.

Grabbing my clothes quickly and pulling them on, I grabbed my backpack as Hector grew impatient and shoved me towards the hole in the floor.  I heard other girl’s voices and caught sight of Maria crying and two other girls being shoved into my room as Hector pushed me into the hole in the floor.  I would say I jumped down, but “shoved through” was probably more accurate.  I hit the ground and realized the hole was almost five feet deep.  Not quite enough for me to stand up straight, but enough that a short crouch kept me from bashing my head.  The roof was all wood and the sides were the bare dirt the hole was dug from.  It looked like they had dug a trench and then just covered the top of the trench up with plywood.  There was a dim light ahead and a wire connecting it to the next light I could see off in the distance.  I couldn’t see what was at the end, but Hector’s shout urged me to move forward.  Luisa partially landed on top of me as she was thrown down next.  I realized I better get my ass moving before whomever else was coming landed on the two of us.

This wasn’t my plan at all, but Hector did say something about being “safe” so I moved forward.  Luisa grabbed onto my hand as we shuffled forward, the smell of damp earth clinging to my nostrils and making me feel claustrophobic.  The walls were narrow, barely two feet wide, and just wide enough for me to keep moving while holding her hand.  My backpack in one hand, my ten year old “trainee” in the other.  I could hear voices behind us, and from the whimpering, crying voice, I knew Maria was behind Luisa.  I heard the heavier footfalls of somebody behind her and knew that there were others coming as well.  We were a group, all heading towards the end, whatever that was going to end up being.

It was maybe seventy-five yards long and it dead-ended with an earthen wall.  I was confused and didn’t know what else to do other than look up at the plywood roof over my head.  I pushed up on the rough wood and it met with minimal resistance.  The wood flipped up and immediately my eyes saw the stars from the dark sky above.

“Get up here girls,” boomed from an unseen voice above us.  I stood up and found the ground was at neck level, and a big hand appeared before me out of the dark so I grabbed onto it.  His grasp was immensely strong as he pulled me up free of the hole.  It was one of the bouncers whom I hadn’t met yet, but he was standing there like a giant as I was pulled clear of the hole.  Like flour sacks he hoisted up Luisa and Maria effortlessly followed by two other girls, only one of whom I’d seen before.  She was being given a “tryout” by big Hector the second day I worked at the cantina.  I didn’t know her name, but she wasn’t much older than me.  The other girl looked like she was sixteen or seventeen, and was a waif of a girl.

We were ushered together over to a white cargo van by three of Hector’s bouncers and shoved inside.  We were scared and bewildered by this turn of events.  My plan to rescue the girls seemed to falling apart around my feet.  We hadn’t even found seats yet as the doors were slammed shut and the van was off like a shot.  It was dark and maybe it was because my head was still woozy from the beating Dirk had given me, but everything seemed to be taking place at hyper speed.  It felt like a carnival ride in the back of the van as we sped along. 

Maria and Luisa were crying, and the other two were speaking in rapid Spanish.  They were just as lost as I was.

The driver obviously knew where he was going as he ripped along on what felt like a dirt road, only it was pitch black and he was driving without any headlights on.  That’s probably what scared us the most.  For all we knew, he was about to drive us off a cliff!

It seemed like we drove in the dark forever, where in fact it had probably only been maybe five minutes, before we the driver flicked on the headlights and we turned out onto a proper road.  I saw road signs for an expressway up ahead. 

I didn’t know the highways very well in my home town, my mother never took me anywhere so I was completely out of my element.  I was tempted to pull out my phone and call for help, but then I saw who was driving.  We’d passed under an overhead light and it was the same bastard who’d just beat the shit out of me.  Fucking Dirk.  Besides, all I knew was that we were in a white van.  I had no idea what direction we were going in or anything.  I guess looking back I should have made some attempt to call for help, but my fear of this man was palpable. 

We drove for a good two hours before we got off the highway and drove through a number of back streets before pulling into the driveway of a private house, and directly into the garage.  The mechanical sounds of the garage door opener dropping the big metal door behind us told me all I needed to know, nobody is going to see or hear a thing.

Dirk got out and was met by two other equally scary looking men who opened up the van doors and ordered us out.  That was when our nightmare started.

We were each taken to separate rooms.  I could hear my girls crying and I had a hard time not crying myself.  At least we were all together, even if we were individually alone.  My room had a metal framed queen-sized bed with plain bedding on it surrounded by taupe colored walls.  There wasn’t anything else in the room other than the bed and the handcuffs attached to each of the bedposts.  Bad things happened in here, I just knew it.

That was the first part of our “training”.  Forget what they had asked me to do for the girls, their “training” was nothing compared to what we would go through.  I guess psychologically it was to meant to break our spirits; maybe I’m not even describing it properly.  They beat me and raped me repeatedly.  They threatened to kill me, and I assumed that’s what they threatened the other girls with too.  They said they knew who my mom was, and who my friends were and if I tried anything, they’d kill them too.  I don’t know if they were bluffing or not, but I sure as hell believed them at the time.

I was in pain like I’d never felt before.  The beatings were intense but calculated, never once did they hit me in the face or leave any marks that would have permanent scars.  They raped me mercilessly which, had I not been in so much physical pain because of the beatings, I might have possibly enjoyed to some small degree.  They had no idea how much of a horny little slut I was, probably a good thing otherwise they might have really beat me badly if I had of orgasmed during the raping!

On the third day (at least I think it was the third day), they let up on me.  I was allowed to get up and stretch my legs.  I’d been blindfolded the whole time so I didn’t even know who my tormentor or tormentors, had been.  Dirk was there when the blindfold came off, and the two guys I’d seen the night we arrived, were in the kitchen that they took me to.  They fed me and gave me something to drink which I wolfed down.  For the whole time they beat and raped me, all I got was a few sips of water here and there. 

Dirk explained we would be leaving very soon and that we would be going on a long road trip.  If we didn’t follow every order he gave us, he’d kill us and dump our bodies where nobody would ever find them.  My mom wouldn’t even be able to give me a proper burial! 

I looked over at the other girls, especially Maria and Luisa, they looked haggard and worn out.  I’m sure I looked like shit too.  I had no more tears to shed, even though I wanted to cry.  The whole thing was so surreal.

We spent the next twenty-four hours getting treated…, well…, pretty good.  We could shower, or take a bath, whichever we wanted.  They fed us anything we wanted, they even let me have my backpack so I could change my clothes.  I saw my bag of birth control pills and took a couple.  I knew it was too late if I was already pregnant, but if I wasn’t, I wasn’t taking any chances since I knew having more sex was definitely on the way. 

My phone was still there but they said they’d pulled the sim card out and had rendered it useless for calling for help.  At least I could play Angry Birds on it to kill time!  That was a joke.  I was still so scared that I thought I was going to have a nervous breakdown.

Dirk came and got me around dinnertime after I’d freshened up, and took me to the bathroom.  That sucked.  He hacked about a foot off my long blonde hair, leaving it shoulder length, and then dyed it jet black.  My beautiful blonde hair was gone.  He even colored my eyebrows, but thankfully they didn’t dye quite as dark as my hair.  I looked in the mirror after he was done and didn’t recognize the person looking back at me.  My eyes were still bright blue, and my face was obviously still the same shape, although a little bit gaunt with our lack of food and water over the last few days, but a stranger was looking back at me.

We then, and I say “we” because I only assumed the other girls were similarly treated, were made to put on several different sets of lingerie.  They took photos of me in various positions in a bedroom that actually looked like a bedroom, instead of the beating suite I was put into.

I was given my clothes back and I was shuttled into a big common room where I saw the other girls again.  They all had new clothes on, casual clothes.  We were the allowed to hang out together and watch some tv for an hour.  I could hear the guys back in the kitchen talking, but the television drowned out their conversation.  I could tell something was up because why else would we be all gathered together like that?

Damn my intuition!  That was the night we left in Dirk’s custody.  We were piled back into the same white van and each given a bag of clothing to take with us.  A few changes of normal clothes, as it turned out so that we could be seen in public without looking like street whores.  And several changes of clothes that would make us look like street whores!

I shoved my stuff into my backpack, and the other girls’ stuff into duffle bags the guys had ready for them, and then we were off.  I didn’t realize then that I wouldn’t be anywhere near my home again for a long time to come.

We were on the road for four hours the first night, pulling into a motel somewhere.  It was me, and Luisa and Maria; the girl whom I had met before who I found out was named Estefania, was fourteen, and the other girl named Christina who was sixteen.  Estefania could speak a little English, Christina none.  It didn’t matter, Dirk wouldn’t let us talk anyway.  The girls were talking in Spanish and I fortunately kept my mouth shut. I didn’t need to be told anything twice by this man.

We got to the motel and got adjoining rooms.  The first thing Dirk did once we were all inside was beat the crap out Estafania and Christina for talking when they were told not to.  It turned out, Maria told me later, that Estafania was just telling Christina to be quiet since she hadn’t understood him. 

Maria and Luisa and I just watched as both girls were beaten almost to the point of unconsciousness.  It was the most awful thing I’d ever seen.  To be beaten like that was bad enough, but to watch helplessly was the loneliest feeling on the planet.

Dirk fucked me that night in front of all the other girls.  He treated me like a piece of meat and meant it that way too.  He wasn’t kind or gracious, and when it was over he made the girls do the cleanup work.  Luisa on him, Maria on me.  That was the start of something we learned Dirk loved.  He loved watching us girls dyke out on each other.

At least Maria was attentive.  She felt sorry for me, and for the others as well, but in her mind, she’d already come from a life of shit, I was the lucky one, I was losing everything in my normal life, so she tried to make it up to me and eat my cunt especially nice.  It was the first nice thing anyone had done for me since this whole nightmare started.

I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t help it as the trained little vixen ate my bald pussy out like a pro.  I orgasmed for the first time in four days and it was a big one.  I was panting and wailing as she sucked my swollen clit into her little mouth and left me shaking all over.

Oh yeah, if I didn’t tell you, I’m a wildcat in bed.  I may be young, but I’m experienced and I can orgasm with the best of them.  Oh, I also forgot to mention, as part of my days with Carl, back when I was whoring because I wanted to, Carl had outfitted my body with a few modifications.  He had my pubic hair lasered off, and had my puffy little pink nipples pierced.  I had these really fine gold loops through each one and he even had a vertical clit bar put through my clit hood.  Yeah I know I was twelve at the time, but I was way beyond my years then.  He even had a few tattoos put on me.  Two small Roman numeral “L’s” to signify my one-hundredth sex partner along my bikini line.  I have three other ones he gave me, but they are pretty much faded now.  I say faded because they don’t really work anymore.  The tattoo artist used this special glow-in-the-dark pigment which was colorless in normal light.  Luminol I think he called it.  My pussy used to glow in the dark if I exposed it to light and then turned the lights out.  They said like “I heart cock” and “Carl’s Cunt”, and what was my favorite at the time, “Queen of the Sluts”.  Like I said, they barely glow anymore.  I figure in another year or two, they’ll be a distant memory.  That’s ok, I have a few new tattoos that won’t be fading anytime soon.  But they came later.

Anyway, to look at me, I’m an anomaly; I have the boobs and body of a woman, the youthful face of a young teen, and the bald cunt of a child.  That laser treatment really left me completely hair free.  More than a few guys looked at my pussy and wondered why there wasn’t any stubble at all.  I usually just said I waxed it off, but every once in a while when I felt like I had a sympathetic ear, I’d tell them what really happened to my pubic hair.  The interesting thing, is that over time, some of my blonde pubic hair actually started to grow back.  Either that or it was hair that hadn’t even sprouted yet when I got the laser treatment.  What little I have is so fine and blonde that most guys don’t even notice when I do forget to shave.

Back to the story, so there I am just coming down from my amazing orgasm that Maria had given me, and I hear these gagging noises.  I looked up from the bed and saw Dirk’s hands on the back of Luisa’s head, pushing her down onto his long and skinny cock like he was trying to get her to swallow him whole.  She was in distress and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it.  He was smirking at me as he pushed down on the back of sweet little Luisa’s head. 

“Damn that was hot.  You little bitches munch carpet well. I’m going to enjoy watching you girls doing that on a regular basis!” he cackled. Dirk was obviously fully recovered from fucking me as I could see a good three inches of his cock exposed between the where his cock jutted out, and where Luisa’s little mouth was wrapped around his shaft.  The rest of his cock was lodged deep inside her mouth and was gagging the hell out of her.  Without any warning he pulled her off his cock and stood up, knocking her to the ground.  I was the only one naked at the time, but that didn’t last long as he grabbed Luisa’s shorts by the elastic waistband and stripped her naked from the waist down.

He picked her up like a rag doll and threw her down on the bed.  Hawking one big wad of spit onto her bald pussy and then with one big thrust, punched his cock into her slim hole.

She grunted in pain at the rude intrusion and I watched in utter shock as he speared his cock into her shallow pussy.  He was thrusting away and seemed to be having no trouble pounding his cock in as deep as her little pussy would allow.

Luisa had not cried out again as Dirk pumped away.  I was speechless, and for good reason.  He would have beat my ass again if I had of said anything, but what surprised me was that after he got going, Luisa hadn’t made a single whimper.  It was if she was taking him without much discomfort. 

Had Carl and the girls really gotten that far?  That she could take Dirk’s cock without that much trouble?  I never asked what they did while they were sleeping over at his house every night.  And Carl had Dirk beat in cock size hands down.  Dirk was longer, but Carl had serious girth.  I still remember that night when he punched his cock into me, I thought he was tearing me apart!  I got used to it, but at first, holy shit.  I grew to love that cock, which sounds funny given that our relationship started out with a rape, but I did.  I loved that man, still do.  And if I had him here with me now, I’d know I was as safe as a person could be.  But I wasn’t, I was stuck with this beast. 

Dirk spent a half an hour pumping Luisa’s little cunt.  He put her little ten year old body through her paces, and fucked her in just about every position imaginable.  He fucked her pussy first, then her ass, and finally dumped his seed back into her cunt.  Lying back exhausted, Dirk motioned for me and Maria to come over.  It was clean up time, the only question was which of us was cleaning up what?  I was told to eat Luisa.  I wanted to cry.

I didn’t like the abuse Dirk handed out to me, but I hated what he dished out to the girls.  I mean they were ten years old!  At least I was about to turn thirteen, plus they were tiny for ten, four foot something and maybe seventy-five pounds.  I was pretty much fully grown by then. 

I did my job while Maria did hers.  That was pretty much what we were to expect from here on out.  Estafania and Christina didn’t get involved that night, they were too beat up for Dirk’s liking.

I learned later that the beatings only had a little to do with his personality, he wasn’t a complete asshole, it was just part of our psychological conditioning, training us to never disobey him and to never want to flee.

Oh yeah, that was a big part of our mental torture.  You know how I said he threatened to kill our family members if we tried to escape?  Well on top of that, he threatened to kill the other four of us if any one of us did manage to escape.  So we had that over our heads as well.  To make the organizations’ resolve sink in, he showed me a picture of some goon holding a handgun while standing on the front porch of my house.  I’m sure my mom wasn’t home because her car was gone, but it scared the hell out of me and brought this whole mess home.

If I escaped, he would kill my mom first, and then Maria, Luisa, and the other two girls.  I didn’t exactly believe it, but I wouldn’t take the chance of leaving unless I could contact my mom and get her to safety and then take all the girls with me.  But Dirk was no amateur at this I learned.  He watched us like a hawk, and soon after we were too busy and exhausted to escape anyway.

That night we slept fitfully.  I had Dirk in bed with me and he pawed at me all night long.  I don’t know if he was popping Viagra, but he fucked my ass twice and my pussy twice.  That was six cums from the guy!  What a freak!  At least the nighttime fucks were relatively gentle, in fact I was getting pretty wet during the act, but I wouldn’t let him know that, although I’m sure he could tell.

The next day was when we learned how this thing worked.  The photos they took of us were used online to attract customers.  The clients were pre-screened in advance to make sure they weren’t cops.  Then they were sent over to have sex with us.  The guys already knew who they were going to be having sex with and right away we were put to work.

Dirk screwed these little hooks in the walls and strung up curtains in between the beds so the customers didn’t have to be seen by the guy and girl in the bed next to them.  He’d obviously done this plenty of times as he quickly turned the two rooms into a six-sectioned workroom.

Dirk had his own little cubby where he used his laptop to revise and organize the schedule. Each of us girls had a bed except for Maria who got a pullout couch.  It was a busy day for all of us.  I was used to it, but the others not so much.  Little Maria and Luisa paid the biggest price.  Their young bodies just couldn’t stand up to the stream of men they were forced to be with.  Estafania and Christina were older than me, and they definitely didn’t enjoy sex.  They whimpered as much as Maria and Luisa as their guys fucked them.  I think I was the only one who actually gave my customers a worthwhile fuck.  Was I really into it?  Not as much as if I had my own room.  Then it would have been just like it was before they kidnapped me, back when I really loved having sex with one guy after another. 

Like I said in my intro, I’ve always been a very horny girl and I learned early on that sex and love are not mutually linked.  Sex can be a lot of fun when you treat it like the act that it is.  I’m a selfish lover I guess, I make my own pleasure with the guys I’m with.  I learned quickly that these guys are not prepared to make me happy during sex, it’s all about the power trip for them, tasting the forbidden fruit.  That last thing on their minds is getting me to cum.  Hell most of them blow their loads that much faster if I get into it and give them a ride they aren’t expecting.  It does two things for me, it gets me hot and it gets me onto the next guy that much sooner.  Do I sound like a slut?  Well I guess I am, or was I guess is more accurate.  You see, in the early days I still enjoyed the sex.  It wasn’t until I realized the full extent of their plans that the sex stopped being fun.

I was done with my guys in record time.  Dirk had scheduled me ten guys, and I was done a good two hours early.  Dirk had made all of them fuck me with condoms if they wanted pussy.  My ass was fair game for bareback riding which I actually preferred.  For some reason he wouldn’t let anyone cum in my pussy.  Maybe it was for hygienic reasons?  I didn’t know.  Maybe he wanted to be the only one who could cum in my cunt.  I was young and naïve.  I was a smart girl, but the reasons behind some of Dirks actions made no sense.  I was taking my birth control pills every day but still he made any guys who wanted my pussy wear condoms.

The other girls were still busy with their guys so I had time to kill.  Dirk fucked me once and then gave me time to play on my phone.  I started keeping a diary of sorts and that’s what I used to write this.

Anyway, after we were done for the day, Dirk packed everything up and we headed out. We grabbed fast food for dinner and drove to another motel about an hour away.  That’s what we did every day.  We never stayed in the same place for more than a day.  Dirk was paranoid about the cops and we were like a rolling pussy cart.  Everywhere we went there were guys set up to have sex with us the following day.  Dirk learned that I could handle a good number of guys and he really made me work hard.  I was up to ten to fifteen guys a day and in a way it was very different from what I was used to before.

In my days working as a whore for Carl, I was always home by eleven o’clock so that I would be home by the time my mom got home from the afternoon shift at the retirement home she worked at.  She was the lead nurse on staff and she never got home before eleven.  It gave me all afternoon to have sex and believe me, we made the most of those nine hours!  But now that I was in Dirk’s possession, time was not an issue.  He could work us around the clock if he wanted to. 

I was still the only one who seemed to be able to handle that kind of workload, or at least I wasn’t a complete emotional wreck at the end of each day.  The two older girls usually had sex with maybe ten a day, and the young ones eight or nine.  They seemed to be in highest demand but they didn’t put much energy into it and their turnover rate wasn’t as high as mine by a long shot. 

It was interesting, Dirk let the guys all go bareback with the young ones.  I guess he wasn’t worried about them getting pregnant.  He was feeding the older girls birth control pills and he let me continue taking mine.  With Estefania and Christina, Dirk let the guys who paid more ride them condom free and the guys loved it. Bareback might ordinarily have been an issue, but in addition to the birth control Dirk doled out, about once a month he’d give us antibiotics to keep diseases at bay.  It let guys pile up inside of us without condoms being a necessity.  I didn’t have any hang-ups with going bareback anyway.  I loved it and I knew the guys loved it too.  I was protected from getting pregnant thanks to the pills Julio had given me, or so I thought.  It wasn’t until my boobs started tingling a few weeks into our kidnapping that it all started making sense.

I thought I was going through a growth spurt because my boobs weren’t just tingling, they felt sore to the touch.  That was when I started feeling sick in the morning.  I complained about feeling like crap and Dirk gave me a pregnancy test to pee on.  I’ll be God damned if I wasn’t pregnant!  I was two weeks shy of my thirteenth birthday and I was pregnant! 

The puzzle pieces all fell into place right then.  I didn’t understand the “why’s” of it all until Dirk, in a moment of decency, decided to fill in on some of the details.  Maria and Luisa made the rest of it make sense.

The degree of sophistication to which this organization ran was beyond my young understanding.  I never asked Maria or Luisa any questions about where they came from or what went on at the cantina their moms worked at.  I knew they lived there and just figured they were the “accidents” of their moms occupation.  But there were no accidents in Dutch’s organization.  Everything was part of a plan.  And I was part of that plan.  The birth control pills Julio had given me were just aspirins.  They had planned on getting me pregnant right from the start.  They were going to let it happen while I was still working from home.  My kidnapping was just moved up because the cops that Carl had talked to had tipped Hector and Dutch off.  Did I explain that well enough?

Well I had this plan to get all the guys in Dutch’s organization busted by the cops.  Little did I know just how protected they were.  They were going to kidnap me anyway, I just forced their hand when I called the FBI and they called the locals for a rapid response.  Nobody got busted except me and the girls with me.

The weeks I spent fucking my teacher had been part of the plan.  They used him as a stud because of his looks.  He’s a handsome man and I’m a very pretty girl.  The logical deduction is that a baby girl made by us would turn out to be a looker.  Yeah, that’s it, put the pieces together.  My baby girl would become the “Maria” and “Luisa” of tomorrow.  That was the depth at which this organization worked.  They saw beyond tomorrow, they saw the future in terms of a five year plan, a ten year plan, and beyond.  I was a pretty baby factory.  So were a number of the other girls.  There were “worker” girls, and “breeder” girls.  Guess which one I was? 

After that it was a free-for-all.  I was knocked up with the stud of their choice and now that I was pregnant, there was no concern about me getting pregnant by anyone who didn’t meet their standards.  From then on anybody could fuck me bareback, the only difference between going sheathed or unsheathed was the price.  I saw more cum on a daily basis than I ever dreamed.

We moved on from city to city and every day was like the last.  We’d drive to the next city first thing in the morning and then start work.  We’d get started as soon as the guys started showing up and fuck guys until the early morning hours.  When we were too sore to handle more cock, Dirk would just give us a pill to dull the pain.  A pill here, a snort there, anything to keep us working and earning money.

I tried paying attention to the cities we were going to.  We’d rarely drive more than a few hours at a time.  Our first stop had been within a few hours drive from my house.  That’s when we started heading south with each new stop.  We were in southern California.  We’d worked our way down the coast over the last week, and now we were heading east. 

That’s how it was, we made a circuit from Arizona to New Mexico.  The stops in between were getting longer as we crossed the desert.  Of course by this time my pregnancy was moving along.  The most noticeable changes were my boobs.  I was destined to have big boobs thanks to my family’s DNA anyway, the pregnancy just sped things up.  I went from having B’s to C’s in no time.  They looked pretty awesome actually.  I had the most ridiculous hour-glass figure with my slender waist, nice hips and ass, and these big tits on top.  My perky little boobs with the puffy pink nipples were growing up fast.  My nipples started to get bigger and the areola were getting wider too.  The fine gold loops that pierced my nipples, that were perfectly suited for my smaller boobs, started looking out of proportion as my boobs got bigger.  It was no big deal, I just thought I’d mention it in case you were wondering what I looked like physically during those days.

Dirk had to go out and get me some new clothes so I could bind up my new tits.  He loved them and so did the guys who had sex with me.  I was maybe two months into my pregnancy by then and I was a full-fledged teenager, having turned thirteen in August.  It was also time for me to change my appearance again, according to Dirk.  My dyed black hair was starting to grow out and it looked gross with my blonde roots growing out and the black hair a full inch from the roots.  He dyed it back to blonde and I looked like my old self again.  Dirk had done it to throw off anybody who might see me and recognize me from the missing kid photos that had undoubtedly been circulated about me.  He took new pictures of me with my big new boobs hanging out and the guys went nuts.  They came crawling out of the woodwork to fuck a pregnant thirteen year old.  I was busier than ever and fucked non-stop after that.  Sometimes I fucked as many as twenty guys a day.  That was around the time when sex stopped being fun for me, and made me wish I could just go home.

I haven’t mentioned much about missing my mom yet.  Of course I missed her, I missed her dearly, but you have to understand what we’d been subjected to.  We were hostages that feared for our lives, and the lives of our family.  We worried about them constantly, but that worry will only drive you crazy if you let it.  The best thing we could do was just survive from one day to the next.  We weren’t even allowed to watch television so we had no idea if anyone was even looking for us.  It all seemed so hopeless.

Luisa turned eleven a week after my birthday, Maria’s eleventh birthday wouldn’t be until after Christmas.  By the time Luisa turned eleven, she’d fucked probably close to three hundred guys.  I couldn’t speak for Estefania or Christina since we didn’t talk much, but they were up there too.  I was the busiest by far and I had a huge head start.  By the time they’d kidnapped me I estimated I’d already fucked five hundred guys.  In the two months we’d been on the road…, well you do the math, ten guys on a slow day, fifteen to twenty guys was more the norm, and no days off.  Sixty days multiplied by that many guys...  Yep, I’d fucked somewhere between six hundred and maybe even more than a thousand guys on top of the guys I’d already had sex with.  My thirteen year old pussy might have already fucked fifteen hundred guys.  And we were just getting started.

We made our way across the south through Texas, then onto Louisiana and then all the way to Florida.  Fall was upon us and my bump was getting bigger, so were my boobs.  We were in South Carolina in early December and the amazing thing that maybe I forgot to mention, was that at every stop there was a pile of guys just waiting for us.  The organization worked like a well-oiled machine, advertising through channels that baffled me.  Somehow the cops never found out and we just cruised along banging a new bunch of guys every day.

Somewhere around Virginia Dirk took me to a doctor.  He couldn’t have been a licensed one because he worked out of his house.  He had an ultrasound though and he checked out the baby for a small fee.  Yeah of course “I” was the fee.  Why pay good money when you have an available pussy to give away!  He fucked me after he told us the baby looked to be in good health, although he said I was a little skinny and I should eat more for the baby’s sake.  The news that Dirk seemed to be waiting for was that he was 90% sure I was having a girl.  He clapped his hands and smiled.  God only knows what would have happened in that basement if it had been a boy. 

I asked the girls what happened to the boys that their moms and the other ladies who worked back home, gave birth to.  They said they never did have baby boys, which made me shudder at the possibilities that meant.

I have to say, by this time my spirits were at an all time low.  I was moody and uncomfortable by the time Christmas passed.  There seemed to be no shortage of guys who wanted to fuck a thirteen year old soon-to-be mother who was five months pregnant.  Dirk had at least followed the doctor’s orders and had fed me more.  My body filled out, my ass got rounder, my hips wider and my boobs? Yep they got bigger too.  I know I said my mom was every bit a DD, well I wasn’t far behind.  I think I was somewhere between a C and a D cup.  Keep in mind how small I am, five foot four and well…, last I measured a buck-fifteen.  Put D-cup boobs on a frame that small and I looked like a short little Barbie Doll.

I guess I’ve been leaving out some details, sorry about that.  You probably want to hear about the sex, right?  Well I still tried to make an effort to make it fun for me and the guys, even though it was getting harder and harder to do.  I was a certified sex expert by then.  Every imaginable size, shape, and color of penis I’d seen and been fucked by.  I’ll bet dollars to donuts I’ve fucked one that looks just like yours!  I’d always ask the guys what they liked, most were too shy to be specific although some were overly specific.  I liked the former guys because then I could do it my way. 

I’d always start out sucking the guys cock hard, and because the age ranges we serviced varied so greatly, some got harder faster, some barely got hard at all, but that’s an old guy thing I guess.  Some guys liked to eat my pussy which was always good.  I kept it as clean as I could in between guys, but we didn’t have time for baths, usually just a quick rinse in the shower and then it was on to the next client.  So if a guy decided to eat me, I’d be wet as hell and I could take him on with or without a condom.  Yeah somebody eating me out makes my pussy leak like a tap.  If they didn’t, well there was always plenty of lube around to make things slick.

I love being on top and with my belly getting bigger, it was more comfortable that way than having a guy laying on top of me.  My belly wasn’t too big yet, but there was no mistaking my bump either.  Anyways, guys seemed to really like me being on top.  I’d bring my knees up alongside their ribs and just use my legs to pump up and down on their cocks.  It let me control the rate and helped me bring them off faster.  I know that’s not what they wanted but it’s my body and I’ll damn well do what I want with it.  They may be paying, but it takes a rare kind of guy to mess with a pregnant woman.  I usually got my way.

The one cool thing about being pregnant, especially for a girl like me who was always horny to start with, was that I was getting into phases where the hormones were overpowering my logic and making me extra horny.  That meant I was actually enjoying the sex.  Well I should say that that’s how I felt with the first half-dozen guys of the day.  It was like my body stored up those hormones overnight and unleashed then on me in the morning, so the guys I got with first every day, really got the fuck of a lifetime, the ones later on…, got the bitchy me.  Of course acting bitchy was a good way to get slapped around by Dirk, so I got pretty good at pretending to enjoy it.

It was snowing pretty regularly as we worked our way up to New York City.  We spent most of the winter around there.  It seemed like there was an endless supply of men for us to have sex with.  On days when the flow was slower, which was pretty rare, Dirk would throw me and the older girls out to work on the street.  I think that was something new for the organization because he was really nervous about doing it. 

He dressed us up like whorish clowns with very short skirts and jackets barely warm enough for the weather.  We were street whores all of a sudden.  We only did it a few times though, I think he was worried we might get picked up by the cops, or the fact that for the first time since we’d been taken away, we actually had money in our pockets.  We collected the money from the Johns and held onto it while we serviced the guys.  I think back now and I wonder if his biggest fear was that we’d escape and have the money in our pockets to make our escape with.  I guess looking back that was probably my best chance to escape, but we were so brainwashed that the idea didn’t even register. 

Luisa and Maria never came out with us on the street, they would have stood out like the children they were.  No, they were always at whatever motel we were staying at getting fucked.  They were always in high demand.  There never seemed to be a shortage of guys who wanted to fuck a ten and an eleven year old.  I was only two years older, but I could pass for an eighteen year old if I did my makeup well enough.

That was an interesting experience, working the street.  We were camped out by this alley, and we’d usually just take the guys down the alley behind these dumpsters.  Sometimes I’d fuck or suck the guy in his car, but Dirk didn’t like us doing that.  I think he was worried the guy might drive off with one of us.  My blonde hair had starting to get long again and it stood out, drawing in the customers.  I could do as many as five or six guys as hour.  It was cold and since I was wearing a short skirt with no underwear, the friction from all those dicks was about the only thing keeping my frigid pussy warm. I was glad when Dirk brought us back in and kept us working in the warmth of the motel rooms.

Dirk got us all Christmas presents, a lifelong gift you could say.  It was in the shape of a butterfly, but the wings were really just brightly colored “D’s”.  It really did look like a butterfly when you looked at it casually, but if you looked long enough, you could make out the back-to-back “D’s”.  He said it stood for “Dutch” and “Dirk” and it was a tattoo on my left breast, about two inches above my nipple and slightly offset towards the outside of my boob.  You couldn’t see it if I was wearing something low-cut, but it was there.  We were branded with it.  The older girls got theirs on their tits too, Maria and Luisa got theirs on their hips about two inches below their belly buttons and about halfway between the midline and the outside of their hips.  They were kinda pretty with all the fancy colors and stuff, but they might as well have just tattooed the word “whore” across our foreheads for what they represented.  They weren’t the only tattoos he gave us, but those came later.

I think it was closer to February before we started heading back west.  We went through Buffalo, Detroit, Chicago, down to St. Louis and then west again.  Every once in a while our stops included “special” performances aside from our normal business inside the motel rooms.  We were hired occasionally for private parties, and all five of us would go together.  There we would be, usually in a luxurious suite, or at some rich person’s house and we’d be traded back and forth from man to man.  It gave me a chance to watch the other girls in action.  Luisa had real boobs starting to sprout.  Little Maria still looked like a ten year old boy with no hips to speak of, but she did have these super-puffy brown nipples sticking out from her chest.  They were pretty cute actually, and they stuck out like you wouldn’t believe.  I’m not even kidding when I say they probably stuck out close to two inches from her flat chest!  I saw some older guy sucking on them while she sat on his lap.  She was casually stroking his semi-hard cock while some other guy was fingering her asshole from behind.  She was just sitting there, almost lifeless.

Luisa was on the dining room table with some guy pounding into her pussy.  She had a nice little patch of pubic hair beginning to grow on her and she actually looked like she was developing into a woman.  Pretty amazing for an eleven year old.  An eleven year old who was probably averaging two to three hundred guys a month.  Yeah it was a good six months since we’d been taken.  Again, do the math.  It wasn’t surprising that her slim pussy gaped open every time she spread her legs.  It looked like a darkened train tunnel whenever she was open for business.  Mine?  Yeah it was getting pretty beat up.  When I first started having sex, my labia were really trim, I had a vertical slit with not much more visible other than that.  Now?  It looked like a catcher’s mitt with my labia hanging out.  I think I was still tight enough, it certainly seemed so to the guys I was with.  Yeah, and how many guys had I been with by that time?  I have no idea, but it had to be in the low thousands.  Think about it, at bare minimum ten guys a day, usually more like twenty.  Six months of that, are you kidding me?  Two thousand at least.  A different city every day (usually), never the same guys twice (as far as I remembered), that’s a ton of action.  I’ll talk about that more later, back to the party. 

Estafania was on the couch with a guy at each end.  She was very robotic in the way she had sex.  Christina was sitting on some guys lap and she was slowly working her way up and down his shaft.  I was somewhat disgusted by her lack of effort.  It was going to take him forever to cum that way.  Me?  I was trying my best to bounce up and down on the fiftyish guy I was fucking, while my pregnant belly rubbed up and down his hairy chest.  He was sucking on my heavy breasts and it was turning me the fuck on.  I’ve always loved getting my nipples sucked, and he was loving my big tits.  Each suck gave me shudders that went down my spine.  I felt a weird sensation as he sucked on them.  My stomach muscles contracted and I had the urge to push.  I stopped what I was doing because I suddenly had this feeling like I was about to give birth.  I was only about seven months along and I started to panic!

The guy I was fucking asked me what was wrong so I told him I thought I was going into labor.  I didn’t know shit about being pregnant, Dirk didn’t tell me anything and I never knew anybody who’d had a baby.  Well as fate would have it, there was a doctor at the party and he told me they were Braxton-Hicks contractions and that that was normal.  He called it false labor, and like a concerned physician (who liked fucking children!) he sat me down on his lap, shockingly, with his dick in my pussy, while he gave me baby-101.  It was perverted, but cool.

It seemed every guy there wanted to fuck the pregnant girl.  I was the ultimate taboo gone wrong. A beautiful blonde thirteen year old who was seven months pregnant, with big tits and a tight body, readily available to be had in any hole of their choosing.  I was their Lolita fantasy, about sevenx months after the “oops”. 

I was still pretty slim given my current condition.  I’d only put on about twenty or twenty-five pounds.  I assumed that anyway since I never saw a doctor again after my ultrasound and we didn’t exactly have a bathroom scale in any of the motel rooms.  Suffice it to say I was a sexy enigma that the guys just couldn’t get enough of.  I was getting pretty big though and although I didn’t know anything about being pregnant, or what to expect when the time came, it apparently had Dirk’s attention.

After the scare from my false labor pains, we started making our way back to California a little quicker than I think Dirk wanted to.  Of course that didn’t mean I got a break from working every day.  I’d given up trying to remember just exactly how many guys I’d fucked, but I did try to remember how many I was with each day, keeping the number in my head and gauging how that matched up with my busiest days.  Most days now I was down to ten guys or less.  Mostly it was because we were in smaller cities with fewer guys available. 

It was a welcome relief though, after six months of fucking like twenty guys a day, my body needed the break.  Of course that just gave Dirk more time to fuck the five of us.  I swear to God that man has stamina and recovery power like no one I’ve ever met before.  I think somebody swapped the blood in his body for liquefied Viagra.  He’d fuck us all and then make us mess around with each other.  It was non-stop sex each day and every day. 

I still remember the first time I licked a vagina.  It was Carl’s ex-wife and she raped my face in a bathroom stall.  I swore that day I’d never each another pussy.  How wrong I was.  That night at the cantina when Pedro dragged me around making me eat out all the other whores right after they’d had sex was my initiation.  I think it was something like eighteen women and teenagers I had to eat out.  I think by the end I was pretty numb to eating pussy. A good thing I guess because I’ve spent more time between these girls’ legs in the last six months than I care to remember.

No two cocks are the same, and judging by our five pussies, the same can be said for us girls too.  Estefania’s was very dark, the flaps of her pussy lips almost black.  She’s a dark skinned Hispanic and her trimmed but coarse pussy hair scratched at my lips every time I ate her out. When Dirk first started making us fool around with each other, we tried to fake it just to make it look like we were complying with his wishes.  A few beatings later and we had to take it seriously.  The goal was to make each other cum.  That was about the only thing that prevented us from getting a beating for lack of effort.  And if Dirk even suspected we were faking it, like Christina liked to try and do, he’d beat both of us.

Estefania had this strong smell coming from her pussy, and it tasted a little bitter too.  It wasn’t stinky, just strong.  Cristina always took forever to cum, and my jaw was usually aching by the time she orgasmed.  I don’t know if she was just too revolted by everything we had to do, or if she just couldn’t get into having fun, but eating her out was usually a forty minute marathon.

Luisa was my favorite of all the girls, if I really had to pick one.  She always tried to cum as fast as possible and she always kept herself clean.  She was almost obsessive about washing up after sex so I never minded eating her out.  Maybe that was why Estefania had such a strong odor coming from her pussy?  Maybe she didn’t wash much?  I don’t know, she was usually in the other adjoining motel room so I never really interacted much with her much. 

Maria?  Well she was somewhere in the middle.  She still hadn’t got her period yet so Dirk had no concerns about her taking birth control and guys never had to wear condoms with her.  She was always overflowing with cum and her trips to the bathroom to clean up weren’t always as frequent as Luisa’s.  A quick wipe with a towel was sometimes all she did.  I have to confess, with as busy as I was, that’s all I did sometimes too!  But there was one thing special about Maria that made her unique from all the rest of us, that girl loved to eat pussy.  I remember the first time she ate me at Dutch’s place, it was the first time I met Dutch and agreed to work for him.  He ordered her to eat me out after he dumped his jizz in me, and although I wanted to clamp my legs together and run from the room screaming, I didn’t.  I’d just orgasmed and I was high on the after-glow.  Dutch held me down while Maria went to work on my pussy.  I was cumming again in no time.

That little vixen may be a dead fuck when it comes to servicing guys, but when it comes to feasting on cunt, nobody has her beat.  And as much as none of us would ever admit, we all looked forward when it was our turn to have Maria between our legs.

Now you have to remember, sex was all we knew.  All day and night long, every single day.  There was no break from it, so this kind of behavior may sound totally warped to a normal person with a normal life, but to us, it was just…life.

It wasn’t just eating each other out either, he made us do other stuff too.  Like seeing how many fingers, or in the case of us older girls, fists we could stuff into each other’s bodies.  Yes I said bodies, Dirk didn’t distinguish between vagina or asshole.  He had this fetish about seeing us fisting each other.  In my case, I think it was to get me ready to pass my baby.  Luisa could get both her hands up to the wrists inside me.  It felt like she was going to rip me open anytime she did it.  The other girls did the same.  Maria could get both fists in easily and there might have even been enough for a third if any of the girls had hands as small as hers.  Estefania and Christina tried, but it hurt too fucking much.  They could each get one fist inside me, but the second just wouldn’t go.  Dirk had them keep trying though.  In hindsight, I think it helped when the time came.

Our next stop was Omaha.  It was the saddest day I’d ever experienced in my life.  We made the usual motel stop on the first day/night and met with our clients.  It was a busy enough day for us…, you know, Omaha isn’t exactly New York City.  I think Dirk was disappointed though, only about thirty clients for the five of us to handle.  Not much when you consider that’s only six apiece.  I’m pretty sure we would have

Packed up by dinner time if not for the email he got on his laptop.

A private party had been requested by a client and it was just the youngest of us he wanted.  Estefania was almost fifteen and Christina was sixteen.  Dirk sent just the three of us young ones.

We were driven out to this big ranch where we met with a husband and wife.  Most private parties involved groups of guys, this was just the two of them, and never before had we been with a man and a woman let alone husband and wife. 

We had sex with both of them, all three of us.  The husband fucked me, but only briefly, he really had his attention focused on Maria and Luisa.  I wasn’t used to this.  I was always the center of attention.  The wife seemed to have an interest in me, and she spent quite a long time toying with my body.  Teasing my breasts, fingering my pussy, even eating me out.  I did the same to her, because it was my job.  She held my head tight while I ate her shaved pussy.  The husband seemed to like watching a pregnant girl eating her wife.

They seemed pretty pleased with the job we did.  The husband had fucked Luisa and Maria as many times as he could get it up for, which was a pretty respectable four times.  I mostly watched, especially after the wife discovered Maria’s penchant for eating snatch.  Maria got it from both ends after that.  The husband banging the shit out of Maria’s tight little eleven year old pussy and Maria’s face buried in the wife’s snatch.  It was amusing at first, but when they didn’t let up on her, Luisa and I felt helplessly bad for her.

We were taken back to the motel a little after one in the morning, at which point Dirk’s phone starting ringing.  He went outside while I showered and got ready for bed.  I was sharing a bed tonight with Luisa, while Maria was in with Christina.  It was Estefania’s turn in bed with Dirk tonight and there she was waiting for him to come back in.

It was unusual.  He didn’t talk on his phone very often.  Mostly all his communication was via email.  I could hear him arguing, his muted voice and the message it carried being lost through the outer wall, but I knew his demeanor and the tone of his voice.  This discussion had substance, and it probably was bad news.

About twenty minutes later Dirk came back in.  He seemed pissed off so I just laid there in bed and focused on going to sleep, or at least pretending I was asleep.  He started rummaging through our bags of clothing.  A horn honked outside and he went and grabbed Maria from her bed and tdragged her outside.  I never saw her again.

The man and wife we had been with tonight had bought her, for a very steep price.  They actually had wanted both Maria and Luisa but lacked the cash to buy both.  I was devastated that we’d lost Maria.  Had I lost Luisa too, I don’t think there would have been any point in going on.  Death would have been a more attractive option than losing both of these precious girls.  I had grown to feel like I was their mother, their protector in a way.  Of course that was a lie, I was no more their mother than Dirk was our father.  I couldn’t help them in the end, all I could do was witness what they were subjected to.

We left Omaha the next day and headed west again.  We stopped in Las Vegas for at least a week.  It wasn’t just the normal dates there, no, not at all.  The first three days were normal though, and they were busy.  We were down a girl and still had a large list of clients to service each day. 

We were dog tired, working around the clock for three straight days.  I thought my pussy was going to fall off.  I’d never fucked that many guys in such a short period of time since that night back when I worked for Carl, and we did cum-drinking marathon.  That was back when sex was all about fun and I did it because I wanted to.

On the fourth day Dirk let me have a half a day off, which was completely unlike him.  I found out why soon enough.  I was taken to a studio I guess you’d call it.  They had a client that wanted a special project made for him.  I was just what he wanted, a young teenager with an innocent youthful face.  The pregnant belly was just a bonus.

I never did meet the client, but I met the guys he wanted to take part in his project.  Three of the biggest black guys I’d ever seen in my life, and what would a stereotype be worth if they didn’t have the biggest cocks I’d ever seen.  They may not have been larger than Charles’s cock, but they certainly weren’t any smaller either.  If you’re wondering who Charles is, he’s a guy I knew from back before I was taken.  Suffice it to say he could really stretch a girl out!

We made a movie that day.  Three huge guys fucking me half to death.  With my womb full of my developing daughter, my vagina wasn’t as deep as it used to be, but that didn’t seem to matter to these guys.  It just made them push harder into my body.  I did my best to deep throat the one guy as he stood over me, but his cock would only go a short distance into the back of my throat.  I was sitting on one of the other guys with about a foot of black cock shoved up my asshole. 

I’ve taken a mile of cock on all of my holes, literally, but this guy was big and rough as he fucked my ass, and nothing about the event felt good.  The third guy was punching my baby in the head with the blunt end of his cock as he fucked my pussy and banged my cervix over and over again, or at least if that’s where her head was, that’s what I imagined was happening.  He was smashing his cock in and out of me and making me cry out in pain with every movement of his big cock.  I’d never felt so full of dick ever in my life.  Even having both of Luisa’s hands stuffed inside my pussy didn’t feel this uncomfortable.

I guess the guy that paid for this wanted a rape video made just for him, or her.  I was just glad in retrospect that he didn’t want a snuff video!  It ended shortly thereafter, they came on my face and then thanked me for being such a good sport and left.  They were acting like I knew that’s what they were supposed to do to me.  Or maybe I’m just as naïve and stupid as it seemed.

We left Vegas about a week later.  I loved the weather, even though I was getting as big as a house at that point, and I used what little free time I had to lounge out in the sun.  Dirk had actually showed a little compassion and let us go swimming in the motel pool.  It felt great to take the weight off my small frame and I felt weightless as I floated in the warm water.  We hadn’t seen much time off and even the small amount of time we were given, was amazing.  I think Dirk saw the change in our moods and started letting up on us a little.  Small rewards for good behavior he called it.

Little by little he increased those rewards.  He even let me walk a half a block one day to go down to a convenience store to get sodas for us.  I think it was a test to see if I would try and get away.  I didn’t even know where the hell we were, or who might be watching, so I just bought the sodas and came straight back to the motel.  Dirk was pleased.

We were crossing into California and still making stops along the way when I was in my ninth month.  I still didn’t know much about childbirth, and even less about motherhood, but I knew the time was close at hand.  Dirk made sure we were in Oakland when the time came.  We had to sit around for two weeks waiting and I saw clients right up until the day my water broke. 

The organization had a guy who may or may not have been a real doctor, but he delivered my baby.  She was beautiful and she cried for me.  The labor had been excruciating but I hadn’t torn down there or anything, and she came out fairly quickly.  From start to finish, it was only about twelve hours.  Only two hours of it had been really bad.  The “doctor” had given me a shot of something to help with the pain, which did help.  In the end, I held in my arms the most beautiful little baby girl I’d ever seen.  I was thirteen and a mother.  If only my mom could be here.  I cried then, for the first time since they abducted me, I really cried.

Shockingly, Dirk was actually quite helpful once my baby was born.  I named her Kimberly, Kimmy for short.  She had big blue eyes and a shock of dark hair on her head.  I was a little surprised about the dark hair since I knew my teacher Mr. Fraser was the father.  He was blonde like me so I just assumed my baby would be blonde too.  That changed in time of course. 

She was so beautiful.  I never planned on being a mother, and I never gave it much thought about how I would feel about being a mom.  Let me tell you, the second I looked into my little girl’s eyes, I felt a love that I didn’t know ever existed.  I’d created her in a motel room with a man I had actual feelings for.  I can’t say if it was love, but she wasn’t the result of me fucking some nameless stranger.  A love child?  Maybe?  All I knew then, and still know now, is that I would do everything in my power to protect her.   

Kimmy was constantly hungry.  My boobs which had swelled up to something close to D’s, or maybe even bigger prior to Kimmy being born, had practically exploded overnight.  I don’t even know what size was bigger than double D, but whatever it was, I had two of them on my chest.  They seriously looked like watermelons on me, and once my milk came in, they were always swollen, and heavy too.  Of course I had to take out my nipple rings, you can’t feed a baby with pierced nipples! 

What surprised me most was how much my boobs changed.  Of course they got huge, but my nipples thickened up and were the size of pencil erasers now.  The used to be so tiny and pink, well they were still pink, but they were no longer puffy anymore, they looked like full-grown woman nipples. 

I was such a contradiction physically, the face of a child with the body of a woman.  I still had my narrow hips which made me look so ridiculously top heavy it was comical.  My boobs were such a novelty now.  They were big, fun to play with, and if you squeezed them just right, they squirted milk all over the place!

Yeah, it wasn’t just during feeding that my milk made its presence known.  I leaked all the time in between feedings, which were pretty frequent too.  Like I said, they were unbelievably swollen, and it was only after Kimmy sucked me dry that they felt passably comfortable.  And believe me, a newborn baby’s favorite place to be is snuggled up next to mommy’s boobs, so it felt like she was always sucking on my tits.  I had to learn about things like nursing pads and how to stuff them into new bras that Dirk had to buy me.  I’d never heard of a 40F before, but that seemed to fit me, even though it was a little snug for the moment.

Kimmy didn’t care if my boobs were obscenely large, she seemed to be quite pleased with them.  I still remember looking down into those big blue eyes and feeling such a connection to her.  I had her inside of me for all that time, and now we had just as intimate a bond now that she was in the real world.  I felt what it was like to feel real honest-to-goodness love for the first time in my life.  Sure I loved my mom, and my grandma, my friends too, but that didn’t even compare in the slightest.  I loved my little girl more than anything else on earth.

Despite just giving birth, we were back on the road again right away.  My pussy was sore for a quite a few days afterwards, but that didn’t stop Dirk from testing the waters.  He got a real kick out of the fact that my cervix was still partially dilated.  His long skinny cock passed inside of my womb and he loved digging really deep into me.  I had to admit, I’d been pretty horny all those months while I was pregnant and living the life of a very busy whore, had really helped with dealing with the horniness.  I wasn’t exactly feeling that way right then, but the whole cock in my womb thing certainly gave me a jolt I’d never felt before.  It made me cum really hard.  I think Dirk took that as an indication I was ready to go back to work.

He took new photos of me and my gigantic new boobs and the customers absolutely flooded his inbox.  I still had a little of my preggo tummy left, but nobody seemed to care.  It was the massive boobs they all seemed to be infatuated with.  And of course as soon as they found out I was nursing, everybody had to try my milk.  I tasted it, it didn’t really taste like much.  Most guys just gave one or two sucks and then got back to fucking me.  Of course there were always a few weirdoes who wanted to really go to town and suck me dry.  I normally let guys do anything they wanted to me, but I had to draw the line there, that was my baby’s dinner they were taking away from her. 

Kimmy slept in a laundry basket padded with blankets.  It sounds pretty trailer-trashy but it worked.  She was usually never more than a few feet from me.  Even when I was fucking, I liked to look down at her and make sure she was safe.  The guys didn’t seem to mind, in fact the only thing they bitched about was not being able to go bareback.

Yep, the condoms were back again, and all guys who wanted to fuck my pussy had to wear them, no ifs, ands, or buts according to Dirk.  My ass however was fair game to go unsheathed if the guys paid enough.  You know in all that time, I never did find out how much guys paid to have sex with me, and when and where money exchanged hands remained completely a mystery to us.

We outfitted the van with a baby seat and we had to have a constant supply of diapers.  It’s amazing how many diapers a baby can go through.

The girls seemed uneasy with Kimmy being part of our travelling troupe and I found out why a few weeks into the next leg of our trip.  They knew what I knew about how these guys operated, and worried they had plans for her.  Well of course they did, I had no illusions otherwise, I just wasn’t going to let them touch her for anything. 

I started making plans on how I was going to get away, the only problem was how would I do that and protect Kimmy and Luisa?  I will admit almost guiltily that I had no plans on rescuing Estefania or Christina.  They were old enough that nobody was going to buy them like those people did Maria, they might end up working fulltime in a whore house somewhere, which was awful enough as it was, but they were pretty close to being grownups.  No, it was going to be me, Kimmy, and Luisa getting away.  The only problem was how.

Dirk felt some kind of bond with me now and was giving me more freedom.  He’d regularly let me go out and get supplies, often parking at like a Target or something and let me go in and get stuff.  The kicker was that he’d never let Kimmy go with me.  She was what I would soon learn was his hook.  She was the anchor to me.  Dirk would never let Kimmy out of his sight and he knew I’d never leave her.

For the first few weeks Kimmy did a lot of sleeping, which made working pretty easy.  That changed, and so did everything else after that.  I was in the middle of getting fucked by a middle-aged white guy (most of my clients were middle-aged white guys in case you were wondering) when Kimmy started to cry.  She wasn’t hungry because I’d just fed her, so I figured she just wanted to be held.  Well Dirk wasn’t about to let me stop fucking to look after Kimmy, so he came and got her and took her back into the adjoining room.  I was very alarmed to have her out of my sight and I had the worst time trying to get the guy I was fucking to cum.  I was so worried about Kimmy because I could hear her crying still.  It had been going on for several minutes but then she just stopped and was quiet again.

Then I heard her cry out like I’d never heard her cry before, and I was instantly in panic mode.  She wailed like something was wrong and then quieted down again.  I could make out little muffled cries but nothing like before.  Fortunately it didn’t disturb the guy fucking my pussy and he was able to refocus and finish with me.  I surged my hips up at him and I tensed my pussy muscles up as much as I could trying to get him to cum so I could go get my baby.  It had only been a few minutes since she’d stopped crying, and I could feel my guys cock throbbing inside of me.  Yeah finally!  As soon as the guy pulled his condom sheathed cock from my pussy, I jumped up and ran into the other room.

Dirk was quickly fixing a new diaper in place and she was sucking on a binkie.  I rushed over to her and scooped her up.  She seemed fine and I recall thanking Dirk for taking care of her.  I made the mistake of asking why she’d cried out which of course he replied that there was no reason he knew of, and he glanced over my shoulder at Luisa who was lying on her side covering her face up.  She was alone for a change, which meant that she was in between guys because she was almost never without customers.  She was hiding her eyes which meant that she’d seen something and was too afraid to acknowledge anything in front of Dirk.  I’d have to get her alone later, right now I needed to make sure my baby was okay.

She seemed alright although she was fussy for the next hour or so.  I fed her and put her back down in her laundry basket/crib.

I saw two more guys back to back before I was able to feed and change her again.  I knew something was up but it wasn’t until I checked her diaper that I suspected Dirk had done something to her.  There was the tiniest little red spot in the crotch of her diaper.  It wasn’t even a drop, more like a minute sliver of red.  My first thought was it was blood, and I thought he’d done something to her vagina, but everything looked normal.

Luisa whom I trusted wouldn’t say a thing.  She was mute on why Kimmy had cried out.  I had to be on my guard from now on with Kimmy around Dirk.

We continued working our way down through California going south towards my hometown.  I knew we’d end up stopping at Hector’s bar eventually, and sure enough we did.  It was so disheartening to know I was literally a twenty minute drive from home and that I’d never get the opportunity to get away and go there.  Kimmy was never out of Dirk’s sight for a second while we were at the bar.  Dutch made a special trip to come see me and my three month old baby.  He was absolutely delighted when he saw her big blue eyes and whispy blond hair growing in.  She was a gorgeous baby and it was apparent that she had my looks, even at that early of an age.

I overheard Dutch talking to Dirk while I was feeding Kimmy and they were discussing who they could get to father my next baby.  God, my next baby!  I had my hands so full as it was with caring and protecting Kimmy, how would I be able to work and care for a second baby?  That was when the horrible truth started to sink in, I wouldn’t be looking after Kimmy then.  They’d take her and keep working me and breeding me as I pumped out baby after baby. 

I’d lose my Kimmy, or die trying to keep her.  I was turning so many tricks every day, they’d never take me out of service.  They’d use me up until I couldn’t fetch whatever amount of money they were getting for me, which had to be considerable since I was their prized possession.  Kimmy would be the next Maria and get sold to some rich pervert and I’d never see her again.  Either that or she’d be getting ass fucked by Pedro in six or seven years.  I HAVE TO GET OUT!

Dirk had been the only guy fucking me bareback since Kimmy had been born, but I wasn’t pregnant, at least I was pretty sure I wasn’t.  Still, as I sat there listening to Dirk and Dutch talk, it was pretty apparent that unless they took me out of commission and found somebody to stud me, it was going to end up being Dirk’s baby.  Either that or they needed to bring somebody else along, and I got the distinct impression he liked things just the way they were.

We stuck around long enough for Dutch to fuck me.  He was extremely impressed with what pregnancy had done for my body and didn’t want to pass up on the opportunity to fuck me once again.  I’d lost my post-baby bump and what little baby weight I’d gained, and I was sexy as hell.  He even liked the butterfly tattoo on my tit with his initial on it.  He said it made me look ever sexier, and in my warped and twisted brain-washed mind, I agreed with him.  I was hot and I knew it and I wasn’t being obnoxious about it.  That’s why they owned me, because I was hot.  And ever since Kimmy was born, my freakish body with my big milk bags made me an even hotter commodity.  Yup, that’s what I was, a commodity.   I’d been fucked silly for…, holy crap, I guess at that time it had been almost a full year since they’d stolen my life.

It had taken us several months to work our way down from Oakland where Kimmy was born, to LA where Hector’s bar was, because of the backlog of dates I had waiting for me in every town we stopped in.  I assumed that meant they were getting a premium price for me?  They better have been with as many guys as they were making me fuck.  I was up to somewhere like twenty, sometimes twenty-five guys a day.  I don’t know what my pussy felt like to all those guys I fucked everyday because by about guy fifteen, I couldn’t feel a thing down there.  I racked up the guys, they raked in the dough and in between that, I fed and took care of Kimmy.

The last thing we did before leaving Hector’s place was swap out girls.  Luisa and I were back in the van, and we had three new girls.  Estefania and Christina were left behind to work the cantina full-time.  I started to think about the cantina as the retirement village for has-been whores who were no longer worthy of making the country tour.

We had a new Maria who was about fourteen, a Lupe who was maybe a year older, and another young one.  Laurita was eleven and not as cute as my Maria, or Luisa, but she’d get clients lined up no problem.  I wondered who had broken her in and if they’d been as gentle as Carl had been?  I highly doubted it and then I thought about Carl.  I missed him.  He’d be able to save me, but would my family be safe from these guys?  My family - I thought about that as we bumped along on our way to our next stop - I had my own family.  My mom was a grandma and she didn’t even know it.

We started our tour the same as the last, heading east through Arizona and New Mexico and then through Texas.  I was startled when landmarks began looking familiar.  We’d been this way before and then I started wondering how many times Dirk had made this circuit.  How many girls has he seen come and go?  When would it be my turn to either get bought by someone, or end up in some whore house sitting along the wall as a has-been?  Or worse, dead somewhere. 

I had to listen to Dirk’s speech about the girls obeying him or he’d kill them and their family.  The part I wasn’t prepared for were the beatings.  He included Luisa and I and beat the crap out of us just so the other girls could see it happen.  He was much harder on the new girls but he still slapped me around pretty damn bad.  He was talented though, I wouldn’t end up all bruised up and neither would Luisa.  The new girls?  Yeah they’d be in rough shape for a day or two.  I knew my job, and I knew that Kimmy’s safety depended on me following orders.  This little slap around was Dirk’s way of reminding me that whatever bond I thought we shared after being on the road together for a year, didn’t mean shit.  I was still just a piece of meat with good genes that they were going to use to create a small army of new whores for the future, and make them a shitload of money right now.

It was business as usual as we rolled along.  Luisa was used to the abuse.  She was twelve now, I turned fourteen while we were making our stop in Dallas.  The other girls were suffering, just like we had.  I was busy, Luisa was busy, and every low-life pedophile was trying to fuck the new girl Laurita.  She was thin, but had a shapely little ass on her.  I wondered how she’d developed that.  It kinda reminded me of my own, and mine was from all the dancing rehearsals and practicing I put in over the years.  A muscley little butt like hers didn’t happen lying around Hector’s cantina eating the pussies of old whores.

It turned out she was kidnapped and brought up from Panama along with her cousin, whom was the other girl with us, Lupe.  Well at least they had each other, for now.  She was a soccer player, that’s where she got the strong legs and cute butt from.  I was in the room when she got her pussy poked for the first time.  Lots of crying.  I wasn’t too far away when she got her asshole jammed for the first time too.  More crying.  Poor kid.  She’d get used to it, she wouldn’t have any choice.

Immediately after Kimmy was born, my boobs had swelled up ridiculously huge, but they’d settled down a little into a more manageable pair of 38DDD’s.  Yeah, fucking huge I know.  Kimmy was five months old now and she was starting to rice cereal.  She still liked my boobs, just like everyone else did, but was enjoying the solid food too.  Dirk was still the only one fucking me bareback which must have been pissing Dutch off.  They were probably charging a hell of a lot more money for bareback.

It was just a matter of time though and sure enough, right around New Orleans my boobs started hurting and I was feeling nauseous in the morning again.  A pair of blue stripes confirmed I was pregnant again and the fun was starting all over again.  Kimmy was going to have a little sister, yippee.  The thought of it being a boy hadn’t even registered then.  I was so focused on the “what if’s” with respect to how it would affect Kimmy, that worrying about it being a boy and the resulting consequences were lost on me.

It was October and Kimmy was spending more and more time with Dirk while I was working.  Every once in a while I’d hear her fussing while he was watching her.  He was always behind his curtain and the rest of us behind our own.  I was worried he might be touching her or something, but I never saw anything to prove it.  Luisa still wouldn’t tell me what she’d seen that night when Kimmy had been crying and Dirk had been changing her diaper.  I looked, but after all these months there were no signs that anything was wrong with her.

My clients never let up, I was a human pin cushion for cock.  Now that I was pregnant again, I was getting a pussy full of cum with just about every guy that fucked me.  I still fucked a good twenty guys a day and between keeping pace with that much sex and taking care of Kimmy, I wasn’t able (thankfully) to partake in the night games Dirk liked to play with the girls. 

One night I was on my bed feeding Kimmy while Dirk fucked Luisa right next to me.  He was on his knees and she was on all fours next to me.  I wasn’t exactly comfortable with my baby being that close to the action, but it wasn’t like she wasn’t exposed to sex everyday anyway. 

I’d been listening and experiencing Dirk’s pre-orgasmic grunting long enough to know he was about to cum.  He was going to shoot it into Luisa’s pussy.  That was allowed since she was on birth control now.  Why they didn’t want her getting knocked up was beyond my understanding.  She was turning into a very beautiful girl in her own right. 

Dirk’s thrusts became very forceful and his large hands gripped her thin hips very tightly.  He was cumming…, or so I thought.  I looked up in time to see him pull his cock out at the last second and shower me and Kimmy with his cum shot.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I remember yelling at him.  Big mistake!  He slammed my head back against the headboard so hard that I blacked out for a few seconds.  My arms went slack and Kimmy rolled down onto my lap leaving her reaching for my boob that had been providing her with her very much needed mother’s milk.

I immediately tried to reach for my baby but couldn’t feel my arms, and they didn’t respond.  I gently shook my head, but it was clearing very slowly.  I felt Dirk rub my tit and I slowly looked down.  My little baby was happily sucking on the end of his penis while I assumed he finished ejaculating.  He was grinning like the devil.

“Watch this,” he said.  He pulled his dick out of Kimmy’s mouth and used his cock to smear a stray drop of cum back to her eagerly searching mouth.  She sucked it in and swallowed it like she would my breast milk.

He grinned at me as my arms started moving again and I reached down and pulled her against my body.  I pulled her away from his cock and hugged her against my body.  I didn’t have much strength but I cradled her away from him as best I could.

“She sucks cock just like her mommy, and swallows too” he said laughing.  Getting up Dirk went into the bathroom and took a shower.

I was enraged and needed to fly off the handle and get revenge.  That’s what I wanted to do anyway.  I knew it would cost me, maybe with my life.  It would most certainly cost me my baby girl, and I couldn’t ever let that happen.

I knew the room’s phone was disconnected, that was the first thing Dirk always did when we checked into a room.  I thought about my phone.  I had completely obeyed Dirk and never actually checked to see if the phone part of it worked.  He said he’d pulled the SIM card, and I believed him.  I could hear the shower running and I got up, carrying Kimmy with me.  I pulled out the phone and turned it on.  I kicked myself as it booted up.  “Aghhh,” I mumbled quietly.  I should have noticed it a long time ago.  There would have been a “No SIM Card” message if they’d actually pulled it, but there wasn’t one.

Would my mother have actually kept my account active after all this time?  I checked under Settings and all they’d done was put it in airplane mode.  “What the fuck is wrong with these guys, how could they be so dumb?” I dialed my mother’s number and waited for her to answer.  In my panic, I dialed our house number, forgetting my mother would be at work.

“Olivia, look out!” Luisa yelled.

I looked up and Dirk was already swinging.  I felt the blow and flew backwards. Everything went black and Kimmy fell from my arms.  That was the last thing I remembered before I blacked out.

From a supercomputer a thousand miles away, an alert flashed up on a computer screen.  “Special Agent MacLean, we got a hit on an old missing person.  A cell phone belonging to a…, Olivia Hastings just tried to make a call.”

“What number was dialed?” asked Special Agent Harry MacLean as he swiftly moved over to look at the screen.

“Checking boss.  Uh…, it looks like her…, mother’s house.”

“Bingo, we got a lead.  Where did it originate from?”

“Hold on, we’re triangulating the cell towers.  Give me a minute…”

“Come on Dennis, this girl has been missing for a year and half and she suddenly tries to call home?  She might not have a minute.  Give it to me!”

“Got it, Motel 6 in New Orleans, I-10 at Bullard Ave.”

“Get somebody there ten seconds ago!”

I woke up in a crumpled pile on the floor of the van.  My face hurt like hell and I was completely disoriented.  I couldn’t form a complete thought and my last memory was…, oh shit, KIMMY!

I sat up and looked around while I rubbed my eyes.  My right eye felt swollen shut and it hurt like hell to touch.  I saw the girls looking at me, they looked very scared.  Luisa’s left eye was swollen shut like mine.  I didn’t care about them, I wanted to make sure Kimmy was alright. 

I got to my feet and checked her car seat.  “Oh Thank God,” I whispered.  She looked perfectly alright, and she even cooed at me when she saw me.  I sat down and cried.  I had one chance to do something to save my Kimmy and I fucked it all up.  Luisa said we were a block away from the motel when the police cars went screaming by.  He’d got us all in the van and out the door just in time.  And he was pissed.

Dirk made me pay after that.  Obviously my cell was long gone after that.  I didn’t even know what he did with it, but I knew I wasn’t getting it back.  But that was petty compared to how he made me pay.  He worked me harder than ever and limited my time I could spend with Kimmy.  I’d get her back after every five or six guys I’d fuck, for fifteen minutes or so.  Just enough time to feed her and then he’d take her back to him.  I don’t know now, and I didn’t know then to what extent he abused her, but it wasn’t uncommon for me to get her back and for there to be what I thought was semen on her clothing. 

I was a broken soul without my Kimmy and he tortured me with her.  It lasted like that for a good month before he let me have her back like I was used to.  He still worked me like a dog for another month before he cut that back to a normal level.  Normal for me was still fifteen guys or more a day, but at least I had my Kimmy back.

Luisa had a paid a price too for helping me.  Dirk had taken away her birth control and he was letting every low life who wanted a piece of her fuck her hard.  The poor thing was a shell of a human being after that.  She hardly ever smiled and for the most part she just laid there as the daily parade of guys came through and fucked her silly.

I was in my twentieth week when we cruised through Virginia.  We hit that same “doctor” again and he performed an ultrasound on my baby. I was showing more than before and I could feel a regular battery of kicks all the time.  I was getting pretty excited, but at the same time worried about what might happen to Kimmy.  I figured I had twenty weeks to figure that out before we had two babies on our hands.

It was a boy.  I still remember the man’s voice when he said it.  I felt a cold dread roll down my spine and I knew by the look on Dirk’s face that bad news was on the way.

“Get rid of it,” was all he said.  Cold, calculating, heartless.  The bastard.  Kimmy was in her bouncy seat on the floor by my feet.  Dirk looked at me, and then at her and then glared back at me again.  The son-of-a-bitch needed to die.  The “doc” just nodded and then gave me a shot that knocked me out.

I woke up and my baby boy was gone.  Words cannot describe the utter despair I felt when I realized the life growing within me was gone.  They might as well have sucked the life out of me with his little life.  I joined Luisa in the “shell of a person” category after that.  I lived only for making sure I kept Kimmy away from that inhuman bastard.

Any effort I used to put into sex was gone.  I was a limp dishrag and it took guys twice as long to get off in me.  I didn’t care.  I didn’t even care when Dirk slapped me around for the sudden loss of income.  If not for Kimmy, I would have hung myself with a shoelace.

I saw the east coast come and go over the next few months.  We went up to New York again and then started heading back west. 

Christmas came and went and the bastard gave me another tattoo.  This one hurt like a mother fucker to get.  He had the tattoo guy give me a tattoo right along the bottom inside fold of my labia.  You know that really thin sensitive skin on the outside of your pussy lips?  Yeah, right along there. It was simple, nothing fancy, it just said “Property of Dirk Dawkins”.  And here I thought the two D’s in the butterfly was a tribute to his boss.  It was all about this asshole the whole time. What an egocentric waste of a human being.

He fucked me every night and made sure to cum in me.  The dirt bag was trying to knock me up again.  He was going to do it eventually too.  I did something that I still have a hard time believing I did after that.

I knew that I could never live with myself if I spawned a child made from the genetics that this asshole possessed.  I would rather be knocked up by just about any other man on the planet than Dirk.  Now you have to understand, there was no end in sight to the torment we were subjected to on a constant hour-after-hour, day-after-day basis.  All I had in my life worth living for, was my Kimmy.  I was going to get pregnant again, it was inevitable.  I just couldn’t stand by and be bred by this asshole ever again!  Think about it, he aborted not just my son, but his as well.  He killed his own son with no hesitation at all!    He wasn’t about to stop fucking me bareback and eventually I was going to end up pregnant.  I had to make sure it was somebody elses.

I started ripping holes in the ends of the condoms of the guys who were fucking me daily.  Not all of them of course, only guys who seemed to be decent guys and ones who weren’t terribly unattractive. 

I got away with it for months before Dirk caught on.  It was the nearly empty condoms in the trash can that screwed up my plan.  That, and my constant trips back and forth to the bathroom to clean myself up for the next guy.

Dirk was furious when he figured it out.  He beat me severely.  I was in the bathroom cleaning the blood out of my swollen left eye when I heard Kimmy cry out.  I turned around, and through the open bathroom door I saw him leaning over the bed with Kimmy in front of him.  He had her diaper pulled down and it looked like he was trying to push a finger between her legs.  She was crying out and it was obvious he was hurting her in order to punish me.  “Bastard,” I mouthed quietly.

I went on auto-pilot after that.  The normal checks and balances that your moral compass uses to control your actions automatically kicked off.  I wasn’t thinking, I was reacting.  I have no recollection of any thoughts that went through my brain after that.  I watched myself grab the heavy ceramic lid off the toilet water tank and rush up behind Dirk.  I swung at his head just as he saw my shadow from the bathroom light.  He tried to duck, but was a fraction of a second too late.  The sound was something I’ll never forget.  The dull thud of that heavy lid crushing the thin bone of his temple and the side of his head caving in, will forever be etched into my brain.

I’d killed him with one swing.  I didn’t know I had that kind of strength in me.  He crumpled to the floor in a heap and I stood there watching as his limbs twitched uncontrollably while his life slowly ebbed away.  He’d taken the life of my son, and I’d just taken his.  “That’s payback you son-of-a-bitch!” I yelled out loud. 

Lupe and Laurita came running from the other room when they heard my scream and they both stood there in shock when they saw Dirk lying at my feet with a gaping hole in the side of his head.  There was a pool of blood radiating out from his head and it was starting to soak into the carpet.

It was all just a blur to me, even now as I think about it.  I was just standing there holding onto the toilet lid in my right hand, looking down at his lifeless body, expecting him to get back up and beat me again.  But he never did. 

The next thing I remember was having Kimmy in my arms.  I was surrounded by the other girls and they were hugging me.  I looked down into Kimmy’s big blue eyes and I recall my tears spilling down my face.  I think they were tears of joy.  My baby was safe.  Never again would that man, or any other man hurt my baby girl.

We walked with our arms around each other down to a 7-11, and had them call the police.  Everybody came to our rescue; the local police, the county sheriff, and within a half an hour three cars full of FBI agents.

Dirk’s laptop had enough information on it to take down the whole operation, along with all of the “Johns” we’d been forced to have sex with.  Dirk had been doing this for so long that I guess he felt he was untouchable.  He had six years worth of emails backed up on his laptop from all the guys who’d ever paid for sex with us girls, and the girls before us. 

It was all there, how the organization worked, how they accepted payments, transaction records, correspondence with Dutch and all the other guys involved.  Even information on the guys who were involved with trafficking the girls up from south of the border was there.  The local cops back home who did nothing to save me, or the other girls, went down too.  It was a beautiful thing.

I was reunited with my mom two days later and…, well you can imagine the shocked look on her face, not from only seeing her daughter that she thought might be dead, but also in meeting her almost one year old granddaughter for the first time.  I hadn’t seen her in almost two years and although I still looked like the daughter she’d lost, I would never be that girl ever again.  I hugged her and wouldn’t let go. 

My room looked pretty much the way I’d left it when we finally got around to breaking up our family hug.  I showed Kimmy what a real bedroom was and where she’d be living from here on.  The one thing that was odd was my computer was on the floor.  My mom later told me the FBI had seized it when I went missing and they went through it with a fine tooth comb.  They found my email trail and my sex log, and pretty much everything I’d been up to since I woke up from my coma.  I’d kept pretty detailed records which was bad news for just about everyone I’d had sex with up until my abduction.

My list of sex partners was long, very long.  They couldn’t possibly prosecute everyone I’d ever fucked with my underage pussy.  The first couple of hundred were all consensual, the thousands after that…, well all they had was an email trail.  I would never have been able to place a single face, other than a few exceptions, namely the couple who’d bought Maria in Omaha.  Those two would forever be etched into my brain.  What happened to them?  They were part of the FBI’s dragnet, finding the girls who were still going through what I did. 

Maria was found safe and sound and still living at the ranch where we spent that one night.  I never did see her again, but I know she was reunited with her mother.

Like I said before, Dirk’s computer had all of the financial transactions for our rolling sex truck and they used that to trace back to all of the bank accounts in Dutch’s organization.  The FBI claimed that because the case involved foreign nationals smuggled into the country, they should be allowed to extend their reach to his off-shore bank accounts as well.  They seized all that money too.  Reparations were paid to the women and children who were victims of this trafficking net.  I got a check too.  It was a big one.

I spent hour after hour in therapy as we tried to unravel and deal with the psychological torture I’d been through.  Part of my therapy involved recording my thoughts which is what this is.  This is my recount of what actually happened to me from start to finish, well almost finish. 

I left out the day-to-day details of what each sex act was like, sorry about that.  I figured describing how I went about my business, how I got myself ready for sex, and how I got the guys ready for sex, would get a little mundane after the first thousand or so sex acts.  Sorry if you thought that was what this was going to be. 

“Come on Liv, we need to get rolling if we’re going to make your appointment!”

“Coming mother!”  I yelled back.  I saved my file and slowly rolled over and got up off my bed.  I had a new laptop that I was using, since my old computer was outdated, and besides, we could afford it.  In addition to the money we got from the government, nobody had ever found my stash under my bottom dresser drawer.  I found that just recently and I was delighted to find almost fifteen thousand dollars still stuffed inside that old grease-stained McDonald’s bag.  Money from my days with my pal Carl. 

I saw my baby waddling into our room.  “Momma,” she uttered with a big smile on her face.

“That’s my baby,” I said as I carefully leaned over and scooped her up.  “Let’s get going baby.  We have to find out if you’re having a baby brother or a baby sister today!”  Yep, I was pregnant.  It must have happened in the days leading up to that terrible night when I snapped and ended Dirk’s reign of terror, all those months ago.  I just didn’t know it then.  “I can’t wait to find out what we’re having sweetie pie!” I said as I rubbed my baby bump.  Kimmy looked up at me and let out a giggle as she snuggled up next to me.

As my mom backed us out of the driveway, I looked over at Kimmy in her car seat and met her gaze, a content and relaxed smile spread across my face.  I may have gone through hell and back, but I had the most beautiful baby in the world to show for it, and another one on the way. 

Epilogue

I was fifteen and the mother of two little girls.  We welcomed baby Jessica into the world with just my mother and my best friend Stacy by my side.

I still haven’t gone back to school yet.  I’m being home schooled right now.  I have two years of school to catch up on.  I was about to enter the eighth grade when they stole my life.  I couldn’t walk back into my old school and pick back up where I left off, especially not as a fifteen year old mother of two, one of whom still needs to suck on my size E boobs!  I doubt there would be any other girls with boobs like mine in the eighth grade!   

I found out Mr. Fraser quit teaching at my old school.  Word of what I’d been up to got out, and anyone even remotely connected to me was under suspicion, including Mr. Fraser.  He wasn’t fired, but when people found out he’d been questioned by the FBI regarding my disappearance, he booked.  I’m still trying to find him, he needs to know he has a gorgeous blond-haired almost two year old daughter.  Yeah, she’s going to be a knock-out when she grows up and NO, she won’t be allowed to have sex until she’s twenty!  Ha ha, no, I’ll let her be her own person and make her own mind up on that.  I’ll just do a better job educating her and watching over her than my mom did.  I just hope she doesn’t have my sex drive, that will be trouble!

Carl?  He’s fine.  He never got busted.  I saw him not that long ago, just for a brief minute when I saw him drive by.  I waved, he waved back.  Better to keep a safe distance from one another for the time being.  I miss him sometimes.  Do I think about what he and I had together?  Yes I do, we had fun times.  I also think about my neighbor Steve too.  He’s off at college right now.  What will it be like when I see him?  Will he be just as good looking, and will I think about the good times we had?  I’m sure.  Will it make me want to jump in the sack with him?  I can’t say.  I have my girls keeping me pretty busy, and with trying to catch up on two years of missed school, I don’t have the time to think about that.

Some of my old friends have avoided me, not knowing how to deal with a friend who willingly sold her body for fun.  Most have made an effort to be there for me, but only Stacy has been with me all the way and she’s been by my side during every step of my recovery.  I love her so much.  She has a boyfriend now, and why not?  She’d shed some of that “cute” look and graduated up to “beautiful”, and she finally has real boobs!  Big ones too, just like her moms.  It made me wonder if she was having sex again, but I haven’t asked.

I haven’t had sex of any kind since the night I killed Dirk.  Will I have sex ever again?  Absolutely, I’m still a horny girl.  I can still admit that, but I’m in no hurry to jump back into the pool.  I was a sex slave for twenty-two painful months.  I had exactly three days off in approximately 650 days of work.  I saw more naked men in that time than a hundred women will ever see.  It’s odd actually, we were shuttled around the country on a constant basis and aside from people we saw from the tinted windows of the van, just about the only people we ever saw in person, were men who’d shown up to have sex with us.  It took some getting used as a free person in society, to be out in public with my mother and my girls, knowing that the men I saw around me, weren’t going to have sex with me.  It took some time to realize that not all men are lecherous pigs who want nothing more than to have sex with teenage girls, or maybe I’m wrong on that part?

I somehow miraculously avoided HIV, and in that regard, I guess the only good thing Dirk ever did for us, was occasionally give us antibiotics just in case we did catch something.  Although when I rescued our little group, I did have one STD, gonorrhea.  Pretty amazing considering, and I’m just estimating here (conservatively I might add), I had sex with approximately ten thousand men in that period of time.  Between the ages of twelve and including fourteen, I fucked ten thousand guys.  Not something one brags about, but it is one hell of an accomplishment. 

Will the Queen ever emerge again?  God I hope not.  But I am still a horny girl, and you just never know.

THE END