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 Chapter 4 Meanwhile Back at the Factory FF, MMMMFg, fondling, molesting,
forced nudity, spanking, oral, non consensual

   Becky turns to the employee entrance of the factory, her face contorted
with guilt, her eyes glazed over.  What has she done?  She rubs her belly,
trying to stop the growth of the pit in the middle of it.  Then she starts
to rationalize things.  Yes, she has sent her oldest daughter and her best
friend's oldest daughter off with a virtual stranger.  And there was no
doubt that that man had sexual plans for Lilly, her girl.  He was going to
make her the mother of his child.  He couldn't be any plainer, nor
steadfast.  As far as Katie, Sally's girl, she didn't know what he had in
mind.

   Well, she tried to comfort herself, she herself had started earlier in
life than Lilly was now, thanks to an uncle who couldn't keep his hands off
of her.  The day of her 12th birthday, he took her virginity.  After a
while his interest waned some, maybe he didn't like her woman body compared
to her girl body.

   Her body had indeed blossomed at 13, just like Liily's had.  Her tits
grew so fast her mother couldn't keep her in bras, and a lot of days that
summer she had to go without.  Shit, she hated all the boys following her,
grabbing at her tits, and the old men just staring at them.  Her uncle
liked them too, but then her uncle liked the idea she was his, and he knew
no one else was getting any of her favors but him.  He loved to show her
off, like at the swimming pool, in swimsuits that never fit, either too
loose or too tight.  She hated that.

   Yeah, it hadn't been fun, it had been miserable at times, but she had
survived it.  It could've been a lot worse, she knew that too.  Her body
and her looks had opened doors for her after she left home and hooked up
with Stan.  She never got turned down from a waitress job, and made good
tips, but her education kept her from getting other jobs.  Her insecurity
had affected her school work, and she never could read real well.  Oh well,
it had been good enough, and even as things got tighter, she still worked,
until the last diner in town closed up, and she couldn't make any kind of
decent wage at a fast food place, competing with high school kids.

   Lilly would survive too.  She just wished she had taken more time to
talk to Lilly, to prepare her.  She hadn't even told Sally any of this. 
And she had known from even before they left.

   Once in the plant, she gets some instruction on what her duties are from
an older guy who is the shift floor manager.  She is only filling in for
the rest of the week, until Jack gets back from his paternity leave.  Then
she will go on the 6 to 2 shift.  Things go along well after that.  Becky
is impressed with the shape the factory is in.  It's pretty modern and
everything is in good condition, her forklift isn't even a year old, she
figures.  So, yeah things could be a lot worse, and the house seems good
too.  They can walk to the plant, the place seems pretty happy overall and
clean.  She is feeling better about things when she walks home.

   Walking into the house she is impressed at how homey it already is, in
spite of the air mattresses.  But she doesn't have much time to explore
before Sally drags her out into the back yard, away from the other kids.

   "Shit," she says as she lights up a cigarette, something she only does
when really agitated.  "He made her suck his cock, Becky!" she nearly
cries.

   "Who?  Katie?" Becky knows it was probably Lilly, but doesn't want Sally
to know she has that much idea of what might happen.  She also didn't need
to ask who "he" was, since there was only one "he" out there.

   "No, Lilly.  But he had them both strip naked, according to Katie.  She
was in her swimsuit when I got there, but Lilly was still naked.  Katie
said that he had fondled her, too, but hadn't done anything else."
Defeatedly, Sally continues, "I tried to talk him out of it.  He wouldn't
hear it.  I told him we would call the cops, he said he owned them.  He
told me it was leave it be or leave, basically." She struggles for more
words.

   Becky stops her, hugging her friend.  "It's OK, I had an idea that was
going to happen.  I didn't know how to tell you.  But you and I both know
we really have no choice, and second,the girls are old enough, they are
older than we were when we started, remember?" She leans back and wipes
Sally's tears away, then goes on, "We will all survive.  We have each
other, right?  And you and I both know this guy might be a little off, but
he's not going to hurt the girls more ...more than they can take, right?"

   Sally sniffs and nods her head.  "What is done is done, by now he might
have already fucked both of them.  I hope he's got a tiny prick
though...most of those guys who go for little girls do, from what I hear."
She grins at the thought.  Becky laughs and nods, relieved it's all out on
the table now between them.

   "He wants to get Lilly pregnant," she says as they walk towards the
house.  "He won't hurt the mother of his child, he won't endanger the child
or her." She doesn't bring up what he might do to Katie, hoping the thought
of 13 year old Lilly with a swollen belly and milky tits is enough to get
Sally's mind off of Katie.

   They go inside and make sandwiches for the crew and the girls excitedly
show both moms how they have decorated their rooms, and what their plans
are for more stuff.  Settling in to watch some TV, the girls start to drop
off, and everyone is asleep by 10.

   The next day at the plant, both of the moms have to work.  They have to
leave the girls alone, but they had had to do that the day before and it
worked out alright.  The town seemed so secure that they didn't worry about
someone intruding on the girls, and they put Becky's cell phone number on
the refrigerator door, explaining to only call in an emergency.  Sally made
tuna fish sandwiches and left them in the fridge for lunch and told them
they could each have one popsicie for a treat in the afternoon.

   Getting to work, everything went great.  People were polite and
courteous, and Penny ran the place with an iron fist in a velvet glove in
Mr.  Frederick's absence.  At lunch, she told Becky she would have to work
double shifts for the rest of the week, but she would get overtime for it.
It was worth it, Becky thought.  They needed so much for the girls.  She
was happy for the work and both of the moms looked forward to their first
checks next Friday.

   The shifts changed and Sally went home.  Becky continued what she was
doing but after a while things seemed different.  These men working the
night shift weren't as behaved as the day shift.  Maybe it was because
Penny wasn't there.  They harassed her more, and made a lot of lewd
comments and suggestions.  Three of them cornered her coming out of the
restroom during a break and backed her against a wall.  Their hands were
all over her.  In spite of herself she felt her crotch begin to tingle, and
her big nipples swell.  The whistle blew and rescued her, but the rest of
the night she steered clear of them...wondering what might come next.

   Three days into that schedule, she had heard a lot from them.  And it
was more than words.  They pinned her down onto the break table and her
uniform shirt undone, her breasts unleashed from the lacy brassiere.  She
wished she had worn her only other one, the more utilitarian one, but it
was so dirty after a week of travel and work.  They loved it.  Becky was
terrified and complained to Penny the next day.  Her response was only
"Boys will be boys.  Besides you want to dress like that, you are going to
get plenty of attention."

   But you ordered these uniforms, you ordered them too small, I didn't
choose them.  When are the new ones coming in?" Becky was pissed.

   "Next week, I guess.  It takes time, you know" Penny says cattily as she
bores her eyes into Becky's chest.  Her hands follow her eyes.  She starts
to run her hands over Becky's uniform, but Becky knows it's more an excuse
to feel her up.  She shudders as the woman runs her hands over Becky's ass
and squeezes it.  "I can see why they are hot for you.  You have one
helluva body, you know?"

   "Yes, my curse, it seems." Becky replies quietly, her eyes staring at
the wall over Penny's shoulder.

   "How tall are you?  5-5?" Penny asks as she steps back and leers at her
employee.  "What are your measurements again, maybe we made a mistake
somewhere in getting them right for your uniform."

   "5-6" Becky says defiantly, like the extra inch somehow mattered.  Then
quieter, she reels off her measurements, somehow embarrassed of them now.
"36-38-40."

   Penny jots the figures down then looks at her pointedly and asks "36
what?"

   "C" Becky whispers.

   "Ok." Penny puts down the pad and comes closer to her, unbuttoning the
top three buttons of the uniform, the blue lace bra cups come into view. 
"Nice" she whispers, pushing up on the two large breasts, enhancing the
already deep cleavage.  She leans over and goes to plant a kiss on Becky's
lips, but Becky turns her head.

   "Come now, I know you and Sally are tight, surely you take care of each
other." Becky shakes her head no, furiously.  Actually it never occurred to
either of them, or at least to her.

   "Women aren't my thing." Becky says flatly.

   "You might make an exception to that rule, because it sounds the night
shift has a lot of guys on it who want you make you their thing.  Sounds
like you could use some protection.  I could do that, if you were nice to
me."

   "But you decide, no rush," Penny continues.  You follow the rules and do
your work, I would protect you from them."

   Becky wonders if Sally has already made this deal.  She is weaker willed
than Becky.  "Ok, I will think about it." Becky turns to leave, reaching
for her buttons.

   "Don't.  You look more comfortable with them undone.  We are all just
one big family.  No one will notice." And even though Penny delivered that
line like an angel, it was obvious Becky better not button up.  She cringes
as she goes out the door and down the staircase.  The evening shift awaits.


   Penny drifts by on her way to her car.  She says hi to some of the guys
and whispers to Becky as she passes her "Good luck, the offer still
stands." She saunters out the door before Becky can say anything.  Becky
re-buttons the top, but the night crew is already leering at her, and
making not so delicate comments about her and the dyke boss.

   She shudders and goes to get on her forklift, promising herself not to
get off for anything.

   Things go along fine for several days, until Friday night.  She had
fought the men off, and kept her distance, but things were going from a
simmer to a boil.  They kept yelling things that they were going to do to
her at the break.  She had heard it before, but somehow this was different,
scarier, more real.

   About 9:30, she hears a commotion down on the assembly floor, a lot of
shouting and laughing.  She drives her forklift to the end of the long
aisle then sees what the commotion is about.  It's Wendy!  What the hell is
she doing here?  And dressed in her pajamas, no less!  She is being
obscured quickly by a group of about 8 men, closing a circle around her. 
Becky sees her middle daughter kick out at who appears to be the
ringleader, a slimy looking guy in his mid 40s.  He yells and curses at the
child and pushes her.  She stumbles and gets back up, dropping her head and
running, apparently trying to break free like in that kid's game, Red
Rover.

   Becky drives the forklift full speed at the group, but Bruce, the slimy
one sees her coming and steps out in front of her.  She can't bring herself
to run him over, not with all these witnesses.  Angry, scared, she climbs
off and attacks the men, but that doesn't do squat.  Then she starts to
plead, but they just laugh at that.

   "I think both of them need a reminder about their manners," Bruce says.
He grabs Becky by the arm and thrusts her into the circle.  The men close
the circle tighter, the mother and daughter find themselves being bounced
around like pinballs.  Becky looks for an answer to this, and Wendy cusses
the men and cries, still kicking out with her little cowgirl boots.  They
look kind of funny under the little pajama shorts, but she loves them, and
wears them everywhere.

   Bruce sits on one of the crates and grabs Wendy's little arm, slinging
her over his lap.  While holding her arms with one big hand, he pulls her
PJ bottoms all the way down to below her knees.  Wendy shrieks and so does
Becky, but two guys grab her at the same time, and soon she Is bent over
the crate next to Bruce, her butt just a couple of feet from Wendy's
downturned head.  She feels a pair of hands reaching under her, unbuckling
her pants, then spreading the zipper before tugging them down over her
generous hips.

   She tries to kick, but can't without losing traction, and then feels her
panties being pulled down.  She cries in rage, shrieking for them to stop.
She feels the bite of own belt on her defenseless ass.  She screams bloody
murder.  She can't remember the last time she got a spanking.  "It fucking
hurts!" she yells and pounds on the cardboard crate.

   Three more lashes land, and she just sobs.  Wendy is screaming and
crying too, trying to stop the madness.  That just gets her a swat from a
big calloused hand on her own little ass.  Her first ever!  "Owwwww!!!" she
wails, and a second one falls.  Then another.  In a matter of minutes, both
mother and daughter have matching butts, deep red with creases of darker
crimson.  They are allowed to stand.  Becky is silent, glaring at the men.
She goes to pull her pants up, but they push her back up right.

   Wendy cries uncontrollably.  "She needs a fucking pacifier!" One of the
men says, jokingly.  "anybody got one?"

   Bruce stands up, moving to the girl, unzipping his pants.  "I got one."
Becky's eyes go wide as saucers.  "Don't!  I beg you!  She's just 12! 
Don't do that, I will do whatever you want, just leave her alone, please!!"

   "She's old enough." He fishes his cock out and waves it at Wendy.  She
goes white as a sheet and shuts up, backing up into a man behind her.  She
feels his hands on her shoulders, pushing her to her knees.

   Then Bruce switches directions, and to Wendy's horror, she watches him
slide his thing into her mother's mouth!  Her mother cries and closes her
eyes and begins to suck.  They all start talking at once; the men that is.
One reaches down and plays with Wendy's bald little cunny.  She tries to
struggle away, but can't.

   She cries until she can't anymore.  She watches one man after another
force his cock (she just learned that word) into her mother's mouth.  She
watches them groan as they shoot their white stuff over her face.  She
tries to run again, but is held tight by Bruce.  "Learn something here,
little girl."

   Her mom has no m0re fight in her.  Becky is half gone when they put her
on the crate, and the last two men peel her pants off, and strip her top
off.  One climbs up and fucks her big tits...and the other takes her pussy.
All she can do is moan.  All Wendy can do is watch.