Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 This story has little direct sex, it is more implied.  It is important for
the continuation of the 'Karen' series.

   KAREN - THE BEECHES

   The taxi pulled up outside my house.  Uncle Paul and Gail had put me
into the cab at the airport, just before they were to due to book in. 
Albert, the taxi driver, had known Paul and Gail for years and was happy to
look after me while he drove me home.  I was looking forward to seeing Mum
again.

   Albert took my bag out of the boot, while Mum stared disapprovingly. 
That was just her way though.  I carried my bag up the path and hugged Mum.
"Your room needs tidying" she said turning away.  Disappointed I went up to
my room.  I was puzzled as I had tidied my room before I left on holiday.
Even Mum said it was alright, so it must have been good.  It was trashed.
Clothes were everywhere, my posters were torn down and my two records had
been smashed.  "I was looking for your washing" said a voice behind me. 
Jumping I turned and there was Mum.  "I found these" she said holding out
an old pair of panties.  I remembered them.  They were the ones that I had
been wearing when I started my first period.  I had panicked because I
didn't know what was happening to me.  Mum hadn't told me anything about
periods or sex or anything.  I stared at Mum and the panties, horror
filling me.  It had been nearly a year since I had soiled them but that
wouldn't stop Mum from punishing me.

   "You were quite lucky that I couldn't find anything else" she said "I
suppose that I'd better get on and wash all of your clothes.  They're bound
to be a mess, they always are.  You're a filthy child." She turned and
walked downstairs.  I looked again at my bedroom.  It wasn't much but it
was mine, Mum shouldn't have done this, I thought, tears filling my eyes.

   "KAREN" She called, "KAREN come down here, NOW".  I almost ran
downstairs in my haste.  "Whose are THESE!" she almost screamed, holding my
new bikinis in front of my nose.  "Yours, YOURS".  I could do nothing but
nod in my fright.  "WHORE" she cried, her shrill voice climbing the scales
higher and higher.  "WHORE, WHORE.  Nothing but a pervert just like your
father.  PERVERT, PERVERT" screaming now at the top of her voice.  I shrank
back against the wall.  CRACK CRACK she slapped me twice across the face,
one of the bikini clips cutting my cheek, blood pouring down my front.  I
too was screaming now, fright, terror, pain, frustration, humiliation and
despair.  CRACK she hit me again.  I didn't feel it, my face was numb with
shock.  Both of us were screaming.  I was on the floor curled up in a ball,
hiding from the blows raining down on me.  Suddenly there was a louder
crash, the front door had been kicked open and a policeman came in, pulling
my Mum off me.  He held Mum while she screamed obscenities at me.  Another
policeman came in, then another.  A young policewoman helped me up and took
me into the lounge, "No, No, I'm not allowed in here" I tried to tell her,
but my mouth wasn't working properly.  I sat down staring at the floor,
wondering where my world had gone.  The policewoman started talking to me.
She reached forward and lifted my face, her hand under my chin.  I screamed
again and fainted from the pain.

   My jaw had been broken in four places and had pierced the inside of my
mouth twice.  I had been operated on and my lower jaw was now wired to my
upper teeth.  I would be like this for four weeks minimum.  I couldn't have
plates fitted because my growth would distort and warp the plates and pull
against the breaks.  I also had two cracked ribs and numerous bruises.  No
one would tell me anything about my Mum.

   A social worker came and saw me.  I told her that my only relatives were
in America on business.  I didn't know where though.  They would be back in
just under four weeks.  She didn't seem to believe me.  She told me that I
would be going to a nice place called 'The Beeches' it was a home for
children like me that had to be looked after while their parents couldn't.
It would only be until my Uncle and Aunt got in touch she promised.  I told
this to Shellie, my nurse.  She seemed to be surprised.  And said that The
Beeches (only she called it Bloody Beeches) was for orphans and long term
childcare.  I didn't understand.  I was in hospital for two weeks.  The
social worker and the home's own doctor seemed very keen to get me away
from the hospital, they didn't even let me say goodbye to Shellie.

   The Beeches was an imposing building in its own grounds.  The nearest
buildings were large garden sheds about 200 yards away from the main house.
The nearest houses were over four hundred yards away.  So we could make
lots of noise and not disturb the neighbours, not disturb them at all.  The
social worker seemed to be keen to get me to understand this.

   This looked like a really nice house.  I was put in a room with Leslie,
a young pale girl.  She didn't say anything but did seem very pleased to
see me.

   The first thing I had to do was get a medical examination from the House
doctor.  I waited in her office for nearly half an hour before she came
striding in, hardly giving me a glance.  "Why haven't you got your bloody
clothes off" she shouted, turning to her desk.  "Bloody cunts, you'd think
they'd learn quickly enough" she muttered quietly though I heard every
word. Shocked I stripped and stood, naked, waiting for her to examine me.
"When were you last fucked" she asked, she still hadn't even looked at me.
I almost panicked.  I knew that I couldn't tell about Uncle Paul because
that would really get him in trouble.  "Pardon?" I said.  "Are you stupid
or..." she looked up at my purple body and realised who she was examining.
"Oh yes, your the kid whose mother flipped aren't you?" "What's happened to
my Mum?" I asked her she seemed to know something.  She looked down at the
file in her hands, "Flipped her lid, gone totally potty, straitjackets and
pissing in her pants from now on" she replied with a smile.  "She really
kicked the shit outta you didn't she, eh?" She examined me roughly and I
was crying before she had finished, pain and humiliation, I felt totally
abused.  She held me by the shoulders.  "Listen, you are nothing but a cunt
and arse to be used.  If you're good then they'll let you have some of the
fun, if not - well" she let the implied threat hang in the air.  "But first
you have to heal.  People want to see you GET bruised not be bruised."
Again I couldn't understand what she was saying.  I returned to my room.

   "Hi" I said to Leslie.  "Oh Hi, I'm glad you're here.  You can take some
of the boys for me." "What do you mean?" I asked.  This whole place seemed
to know something I didn't.  "How long have you been in a kids home?" she
asked.  I shrugged my shoulders.  "About 3 hours" I said.  "Welcome to
hell" she said.  She looked serious.  "What about the boys?" I asked again.
"Are you a virgin, well it doesn't matter, you'll get fucked just the
same." I went white with shock at her words.  Then I realised that she was
teasing me.  I started laughing nervously.  She didn't.

   She took me to the dining room.  Two much older boys, young men almost,
stood either side of the door.  As we approached One leant over and
whispered something to the other.  They both laughed.  "Well look new meat"
said the one on the left.  Leslie didn't say anything.  "Les, we'll be
round as usual.  Be ready for us won't you." As we pushed past them he ran
his hand over my breasts.  "Soon baby, soon" he said smirking.  "Who's
that" I asked Leslie.  "Damien.  His real name's Jeffery but he thinks that
Damien is 'harder'." We got our supper and sat at one of the long tables.
The food was terrible though Leslie wolfed it all down then took mine.  I
should have had liquid food but they said there wasn't any.  "You stay in
here any time and you learn to eat anything that don't move too fast."
Leslie told me, all of this was too much for me I was starting to feel
detached, nothing was real anymore.  We returned to our room.

   Leslie started stripping her bed.  Then took the mattress off and hid it
in a closet just across the corridor from our room.  From there she took an
older stained (and wet I noticed) mattress and put it on her bed.  She then
stripped naked and lay on her back on the bed, arms above her head holding
onto the bed-head, legs parted obscenely wide, with her feet hanging over
each side of the thin bed her feet almost on the floor either side.  This
position left her tiny cunt gaping wide open.  "Leslie what are you doing?"
I asked.  "I'm getting ready for Damien." She said as though stating the
obvious.  "But your only, what 6 - 7" "I'm seven and a half, and that means
I'm old enough to get fucked in here" she said, looking at me with her tiny
face holding eyes that were old beyond her years.  I couldn't believe this.
I was too stunned.  The door crashed open and there stood Damien with two
other boys.  "Well done cunt" he said as he entered unzipping his jeans. 
He pulled his cock out and the smell almost made me gag.  He thrust it into
Leslie's mouth and I watched as she sucked on his foul cock.  The other two
boys just lounged by the open door watching me.

   I cracked.  I couldn't see Leslie be raped by this foul person, I had to
do something.  Snarling I ran at Damien beating at him with my fists.  I
then had an idea and, reaching between his legs from behind, I grabbed his
balls and squeezed as hard as I could.  Damien howled; clutching himself he
turned to me.  "Well bitch now see what I can do." He punched me once in
the stomach knocking the wind out of me, it was almost impossible to
breathe.  His friends grabbed me and tied my wrists to the beds headrails.
Damien pulled out a wicked looking flick knife.  'Click' the blade sprang
open.  He cut my clothes off.  And pulled them from me.  "OK boys, fuck
her, then she's your new toilet.  So go to it." One of the boys unzipped
his fly, pulled his erect cock out and grabbed my legs.  He pulled me to
the side of the bed and thrust his cock into my dry virgina.  I felt him
ripping into me, every inch.  Pulling and pushing, the pain ripped into me.
He laughed at my cries, thrusting harder.  Grabbing my breasts he laughed
louder.  "Haven't got any tits yet have you cunt!" he twisted his hands and
pain tore through my chest.  He came in me and for the first time his cock
was lubricated.  He now slid in without physical pain.  He pulled out and
moved aside, his friend took his place.  Fortunately cum lubricated my
virgina and he entered me without any great pain.  It was now only the pain
of humiliation and abuse that hurt me.  His foetid breath making me gag. 
Soon he too came inside me, pumping his seed into my unprotected womb.  He
stood and pulled up his jeans.  I lay crying on my bed unable to stop them
doing whatever they wanted.

   Damien pulled Leslie from her bed.  "If you need to piss or shit from
now on you do it on her." He ordered.  Leslie looked frightened for the
first time, she looked at me and I knew she didn't want to do this.  I
nodded to her.  "Do it Leslie.  Don't get hurt yourself." Damien thrust her
onto my bed, she straddled me and pissed onto me.  "On her face bitch"
Damien ordered.  She moved her hips and her stream splashed into my eyes,
nose and mouth.  "Now shit on her" he ordered.  She strained but nothing
came.  "Do it or I'll let all of the boys have you during dinner" I watched
a look of pure panic flash across her face.  She strained again and shat on
my breasts.  She got off my bed then both of the boys and Damien pissed on
me.  Only one of them could manage a shit as well.  "Go and get some more
help" Damien ordered.  His friends disappeared along the corridor.  Soon
boys and girls of all ages started came to my door.  They had been dragged
out of bed to attend my punishment.  One by one they straddled my face and
chest then pissed and sometimes shat on me.  Boys and girls did the same. I
could see on their faces that they didn't want to do this but felt that
they had no choice, Damien totally dominated them.  My mattress was soaked
and I was covered with piles of shit when the last had finished.  I lay in
the stinking mess for nearly an hour after the last one had left, they had
cut my bonds but I was unable to move.  Leslie lay shocked, curled up in a
corner of her bed, watching me.

   I got up.  Naked I walked down the corridor to the shower.  I stayed
under the hot water for over an hour.  Scrubbing and scrubbing, trying to
make myself clean again, feeling them on my skin, tasting their breath,
feeling each individual sperm wriggling toward my womb each one desperate
to make me pregnant.  I flushed my virgina time and time again.  Taking the
head off the shower and pushing the hose as deep as I could.  The hot water
painfully washing me, washing me but not cleaning me.  I stopped crying
whilst I was on my bed.  I had no more tears.  Standing in the shower I
grew up.  These boys would not have Leslie.  They would only have what I
gave them.  The next time (I knew there would be a next time) I would
fight. The shower curtain was pulled aside.  "Karen, I'm sorry, I didn't
know Damien would do that to you.  I'm so sorry, so sorry..." Leslie
started crying.  I pulled her into the shower with me and we held each
other tight.  "I'm going to fight them next time" I said.  Leslie nodded.
"I know," she said "I knew you would." We dried our selves then went to
clear up the mess in our room.  I stood looking at my bed tears pricking.
Again I took hold of myself.  Leslie lifted one of the floorboards. 
Reaching inside she retrieved something and handed it to me.  "Be careful
it's very sharp" she warned.  I looked at the knife.  A normal butter knife
sharpened on both sides.  It had painstakingly been sharpened to a wicked
point.  Leslie showed me how to hide it in my slipper, five inches long it
fit beautifully, no one would know I now had a weapon.

   Slowly we cleared our room.  The solids we gathered in a sheet and took
them to the toilet and flushed them.  The liquids were more of a problem.
We used sheets to mop the liquids and wrung them out into a toilet.  The
mattress and floor we wiped cleaning all traces of last nights torment
away. Finally we slept.  We used Leslie's bed.  She put away her soiled
mattress and relayed her dry mattress and made the bed while I was hand
washing the sheets we had used.  We lay together and slept.

   The next morning I woke with the sound of the doorknob turning.  I got
out of bed and stood in front of the door.  One of the boys from last night
came in.  He saw me and smiled.  "Damien said I could have you again," he
said.  I smiled.  He undid his belt and dropped his jeans.  I reached
forward and grasped his erect cock, stroking it gently.  I looked into his
eyes, as I brought my other hand from behind my back.  As I looked into his
eyes the point of my knife pricked into the base of his cock.  His eyes
jerked wide open as my grip tightened and I pushed the point deeper into
his cock.  "If I ever see this thing again," I said quietly, "I'll cut it
off and make you eat it." Looking into my eyes he saw that I meant it. 
"Now go and tell Damien that Leslie is mine and I won't play his games any
more." He shuffled backward staring at me, the mouse who roared.  "NOW" I
growled.  He ran away.  I shook Leslie awake and told her to hide until
breakfast.  She too looked at me strangely then ran down the corridor, her
quiet footsteps soon gone.

   I pulled of my nightie, lay on the bed and got ready, then waited for
Damien.  He arrived soon enough.  He was in a foul mood, when he saw me
laying naked on the bed he smiled.  "Well I suppose Leslie's talked some
sense back into you." He turned to the boys with him and laughed.  "Now
that you're ready for me I'll have my turn." He dropped his jeans and,
kneeling on the bed pulled my legs apart.  He rubbed the head of his cock
up and down my slit a few times then started to push it into me.  I wrapped
my legs around his waist and helped him.  I pulled him into me. 
"AARRRRRGGGHHHHHHH" He shrieked as the point of my knife pierced the end of
his cock.  I pulled him onto it and a race ensued with me pulling his
rapidly deflating cock into my cunt where I had hidden my knife.  The
pressure from the handle on my cervix was incredible and only my
determination to punish this bastard kept me from screaming myself.  Damien
pulled free from my grasp, staring in horror at the shining knife
protruding from his bleeding cock.  I snatched the knife, a spurt of blood
spraying across my chest and tits.  Damien backed up to the door clutching
his wounded prick.  "GET HER" he screamed "GET HER AND BEAT THE SHIT OUTTA
HER." The first to enter the room was wearing a leather jacket, I slashed
it wide open as I tried to open his stomach.  He looked at his ruined
jacket and then back to me then ran out of my room.  The other boy followed
him without even trying to support Damien.  Damien was now slumped on the
floor by the door.  Lifting his chin with the point of my knife I looked at
him.  "You will leave Leslie and me alone from now on," I told him.  He
nodded, pale faced.  "Now get out of my room." I never raised my voice at
all.  Speaking quietly so that he had had to strain to hear me.  I did
however have his full attention.  He left scrabbling up from the floor.

   I closed the door and waited.  Sure enough after only five minutes the
door opened.  It was Leslie.  She entered and closed the door.  Suddenly
the shakes hit me.  I had to lean against the wall to stop myself from
falling over.  Leslie held onto me as I shook and pissed myself.  She
grabbed yet another sheet and cleaned up the mess between my legs.  She
then mopped up Damien's blood and, holding the sheet so that only the blood
was visible, she when to the bathroom.  "It's alright Karen I'll wash
Damien's blood out of the sheet for you," she called out loudly.  Now the
corridor knew that I had fought Damien and won.  Now I had to do the
hardest job I had ever done.  I had to go down to breakfast as though I
wasn't afraid of ANYTHING.  Leslie and I washed and dressed.  Walking
toward the dining room we saw two boys waiting by the door again.  When
they saw me they both left, walking away from me nonchalantly.  A murmur
rippled across the room.  We collected out meal.  I noticed that we got
much better quality food than yesterday - I got the liquid meal I was
supposed to have had yesterday.

   We had a respite during which no one tried to do anything to us.  We
walked together and talked Leslie told me about her family.  Her mother was
in jail and her father wasn't considered suitable to raise a young
daughter. I told her about my mum and Aunt Gail and Uncle Peter (though not
what we had been doing together only a few days ago).  We were together all
the while, even sleeping together, though we didn't touch each other
sexually.  This lasted for three days until they managed to separate Leslie
and I.

   I was then called up to the Head House Leader's office.  On entering I
saw Leslie tied naked on a bed in front of a video camera and lights.  A
man and three boys were in the room with her.  Mr Baines, the Head house
Leader, looked at me.  "It seems that you want to protect Leslie for some
reason or other." He looked at her then back to me.  "Are you two fucking?"
he asked me.  "She's a pretty young thing isn't she." He stood up and
walked over to the camera.  "Well you see we have a problem, I am going to
make a fuck film.  If I use Leslie then I'll get £10,000 for it." He turned
back to me.  "I could make a slightly different film with you I'll get
about the same.  You'll star in my film eh Karen?" He looked at me and
waited.  "Of course I could make two films".  "I'll do it," I said "But you
let Leslie go first." Mr Baines snapped his fingers and one of the boys
released Leslie.  She grabbed her clothes and ran out of the door, giving
me a look of gratitude as she passed by.  "Now my dear, we're going to get
to know each other very well you and I" Mr Baines said as he lead me over
to the lit area.

   First I had to undress myself then lay on the bed and pretend to
masturbate.  Mr Baines, playing my father, would come in and catch me. 
Then punish me, then fuck me.  He started by tying my wrists together, then
I was hung like a side of beef from a hook in the ceiling, Mr Baines stood
to one side of me to allow the camera a good shot as he started caning my
breasts.  He continued caning me until my nipples bled.  My stomach next,
then the front of my thighs.  By this time I was hardly conscious.  Blood
ran freely from my chest and legs.  My rib cage was on fire and I could
hardly breathe.  He spun me round and caned my bottom, then the back of my
thighs.  I watched, detached from my body now, as blood splattered on the
walls.  He then cut me down, I fell onto my front, helpless, unable to
move. He just flipped me over, spread my legs and thrust his hard cock into
my unresponsive body.  I could feel my skin scrapping across the rough
blankets as he thrust in and out.  Soon though, before he came, everything
went dark.

   I woke in my bed, Leslie by my side washing my wounds.  I drifted away
again.  Later I saw Leslie sleeping beside me.  I buried my face into her
hair, smelling her fragrance, breathing in her essence.  Leslie woke me to
feed me.  I had my liquid meal again, then tea - warm and sweet.  I slept
again.  I got out of bed on the fourth day after my beating.  I managed to
walk about five paces before my legs gave out.  Leslie helped me back into
bed then fetched a clean towel for me to use as a nappy.  I relieved myself
then she cleaned me and washed the nappy.  Every one on the corridor knew
what had happened and wondered why I had sacrificed myself to save Leslie
from a simple fucking.  I knew that with their upbringing, in this pit of
hell, they wouldn't, couldn't, understand.

   Three days later matters came to a head again.  Damien pushed open the
door to our room and told Leslie to strip.  I tried to get out of the bed
to defend her but Damien thrust my own knife into my face and told me to
watch.  I looked on as he prepared to rape the seven year old when the door
crashed open, spinning wildly off it's hinges.  A HUGE man entered and
plucked Damien off Leslie and threw him casually into the corridor.  A
woman entered next and looked around the room, seeing me she smiled then
the blood brained from her face.  Damien staggered back into the room and
started to raise the knife.  The woman saw him and backhanded him so hard
that he flew out of the room again.  I heard a sickening thud as he hit the
corridor wall.

   "Karen, Karen precious, Its me Gail." I couldn't believe it.  Gail was
in America and would be for the next few weeks.  She came closer, It was
Gail, it was.  I wrapped my arms around her and cried.  I was so relieved
she had come for me.  I was going to be safe from Damien and Mr Baines.  I
held onto her sobbing.  "Come on my precious lets get you out of here," she
said then tried to help me up.  I couldn't take any pressure on my ribs
buttocks or thighs.  But managed to stand up.  I looked down at the
bloodstained nightie I was wearing.  "I don't want to go wearing this," I
said.  "I'll rather go naked." I pulled the nightie off and throw it on the
floor.  "I don't want anything to do with this place." I looked at Leslie,
safe in the arms of a giant of a man.  She pushed her way to my side and
pulled her nightie off as well.  "That's Nigel" she said nodding at the
giant.  "Nigel this is Karen, she's my friend." She turned back to me
leaned forward and whispered "He's a big softy." I looked at the remains of
our room door.  Then she really surprised me.  She grabbed an old and
tattered teddy from the shelf above her bed and tucked it under her arm. 
"Let's get out of here," She said.  Holding hands, Leslie supporting me as
I staggered down the corridor, and naked we left The Beeches.  Proudly we
walked out of the main doors together, hand in hand.  We crossed the car
park and waited while the car doors were opened for us.  We knew we had an
audience, They would have to find their own salvation.  We had fought for
ours.

   The only thing I took with me was the knife that Leslie had given to me.
She left with her teddy.  Later she showed me that the teddy held four
video tapes which clearly showed the abuse and corruption which took place
in that Midlands hell hole.

   During the car ride Gail told me that Shellie, my nurse at the hospital,
had phoned my Uncle's firm, they had given her the American phone number
and she had spoken to Aunt Gail and warned her about The Beeches.  Gail had
flow back immediately and had been driving to the home when she had crashed
into a car being driven by Nigel.  She had apparently started screaming at
him that she absolutely HAD to hurry to save her niece from The Beeches. 
Nigel, on a similar mission for Leslie's father had brought her with him.

   Mr Baines served ten months of a fourteen-month prison sentence for
unlawful sex with a minor.  Damien escaped the law as his back had been
broken and he was paralysed from the waist down.  His friends had run away
and I haven't heard of their capture.  Over fifteen years on and I still
have the knife that Leslie gave me and I still keep it sharp.  One day I am
going to find Mr Baines.  On that day I will castrate him and then watch
him bleed to death.  God help him.

   Oh God help me.



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