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Depressing Times Part 1 (Mg,MMg, M+g, prost, incest) 

By Wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

Times were tough during the Great Depression and many families
had to resort to extreme measures just to put food on the table.
Under normal circumstances things were unbearable but having a
young daughter with polio made them even worse.  With a wife,
seven children and his brother's family to support, unemployed
Ralph had few options.  About to be evicted from his home and
thrown out on the streets, he decides to make money the old fashion
way, prostitution.  His seven-year-old daughter is paralyzed from
the neck down so she wouldn't even feel what the men would do to
her.  She just lies around all day anyway so he might as well put
her to good use.  After all, it's for the good of the family.


~~~

"Mr. Atwell, please, I beg you, give me more time."

"You've had nearly three months already, Ralph, I believe that's
ample time to pay me what you owe."

"PLEASE, sir, give me just one more week!  I'll try and get your
money. It's just that I haven't worked in four months and my
brother and his family had to move in with us and I have a wife
and seven children and my youngest has polio, and I..."

"Save your breath, man.  That's not my concern.  My problem is
that I have a dead beat living on my property.  I own the deed to
this land and all improvements and you signed an agreement to pay
me $29 per month and you haven't paid me one red cent in two
month and three weeks.  Every month it's the same excuse, well,
Ralph, your time has expired.  I will be back tomorrow and you
will either have my $87 or the sheriff will be with me to escort
you and your rug rats out.  Do you understand?"

Ralph stared at the portly man wearing the cheap business suit
with the bright red tie.  How could he be so heartless?  They're
in the middle of a depression and there are no jobs to be had any
where.  After the plant closed down four months ago, it's been
impossible to find work.  He's already sold everything they have
of value just to put food on the table and now they won't even
have a roof over their heads.

"I think our business is complete here," he said to the hulking
man that accompanies him when he's shaking down the tenants and
turned towards the door.  "Tomorrow have my money or have your
things packed up and out of here.  Don't make me have you
arrested for trespassing," he added gloating as the door swung
open.

Ralph felt sick to his stomach.  Glancing over to his wife, Mary,
he noticed she was sobbing uncontrollably.  Daniel, his oldest
boy was standing there with a shocked expression and Judy and
Carol, two of his daughters, had tear welling in their eyes.

His brother John walked over and put his arm around his
shoulders.  "Don't worry too much, we'll manage."

"That's easy for you to say.  I've got more responsibilities than
you.  Most of your things are already in storage.  What am I
going to do with ours?  Where will we live?  Mom and dad already
have Gloria and her family living with them and Uncle Ned is
spending most of his time there too.  You just can't pack up nine
people overnight and move them with no place to go!"  He too felt
the tears running down his face.

"I need to go for a walk.  I gotta clear my head and figure out
what we're going to do." he said grabbing his hat and slamming
the door behind him.

Ralph walked a few blocks with images of doom for his family
running through his thoughts.  He wasn't sure where he was going
but knew he needed to go someplace besides home.  How can he look
his wife and children in their faces knowing that he's failed as
a husband and a father?  Times had been really bad these past few
years, but he never thought they'd be this bad.

"Hi, sailor, looking for a little action?" he heard a woman's
voice ask as he passed Marty's bar.  He had wanted a drink. 
Needed a drink but he's got a $12 bar tab there already and Marty
won't give him any more credit.

"What?  What did you say?"

"If you're looking for a good time, I'll show you one for $2."
the heavily made up woman said with a smile.

"Miss, if I had $2 I certainly wouldn't spend it on the likes of
you!" he huffed before walking away.  The nerve of that whore
approaching him like that.  At the corner he noticed two other
woman walking back and forth and a third leaning against the wall
smoking a cigarette.  He knew times were bad, but to resort to
selling sex?  He walked past the women ignoring what ever it was
they said and hurried to the opposite side.  That's where he saw
her.

"Mrs. Wilson!?" he exclaimed too loudly as he nearly ran into his
next door neighbor standing in a short, tight dress and showing
most of her breasts in a low cut blouse.  Her hair was chaotic
and her lipstick too red.  "Does your husband know you're doing
this!?"

"Hello, Ralph," She said pulling the straps on her blouse up
attempting to show some modesty. "Yes, he knows.  We don't really
have a choice now do we?  When you have a family to take care of,
you do whatever you must to survive."

"But to be a whore?  Is that the only way?"  He couldn't believe
what he was seeing.  She was just a few years older than himself
and he'd known her since they moved in.  Hell, many times they've
had the Wilson's over for dinner and he often went fishing with
Fred.  In a million years he'd never imagined that he'd see the
prim and proper lady from next door peddling herself on the
streets like a common whore.

"If there's nothing else, I need to get back to work.  Talking to
you won't pay our bills," she said turning away from him.  He
stood for a few minutes just staring at her before leaving. 
Looking around he noticed that every corner had at least one
woman on it all fighting for the few men milling about.  He began
walking, his mind still confused, when he walked out into the
street.

The honking horn startled him as he froze in place turning to see
the shiny new, 1933 Buick just inches from him.  The horn blew
again and he stepped forward to get out of the way.  "Move you
idiot!" the driver shouted rolling the window down.  Ralph stared
at the man in disbelief as he realized it was none other than
Ronald Atwell, the most despised tyrant in the entire city and he
had a crooked grin on his fat, ugly face.

"Hurry up, will ya, I don't got all day!" he yelled out.  As
Ralph moved further into the street, Atwell pulled forwards,
stopping when he reached him.  "I'll be seeing you tomorrow
then," he chided with laughter before driving away.  Ralph felt
his fist clinch thinking of that bastard. He wanted so much to
punch him in the nose, but he knew what would happen if he did. 
Besides, he's still hoping the heartless bastard will have a
change of heart and let them stay.

He continued walking, trying to clear his mind and figure a way
out of this mess.  He thought back of the prostitutes he passed
and especially of Mrs. Wilson and what she said about doing
whatever you had to do to survive.  Would Mary do that? he
wondered and quickly dismissed it.  There would be no way in hell
Mary would sell herself on the streets not matter what.  And even
if she agreed, he wouldn't be able to stand it knowing strange
men were putting their hands all over his wife, the mother of his
children and having sex with her as if they were husband and
wife.  He wouldn't be able to look her in the eyes let alone kiss
her knowing strangers had their lips on hers.  No that was out of
the question.  There had to be another way.

It was getting dark and time to return home but his mind couldn't
shake the thoughts of making money through sex.  He could talk to
John.  His wife is actually prettier than Mary and had a lot
fewer kids so she must be tighter down there.  Maybe he could
convince his brother to allow his wife to do this, just until
they get back on their feet and then she can quit.  But that
still didn't solve the problem of tomorrow.  Even if she agreed,
there would be no way she could make $87 in one night, even if
she charged $3 each.  It would be impossible.  Still, he'd
discuss it with his brother, just to see what he'd think.

~~~~

"WHAT!?!!  You can't be serious, Ralph!  You want my wife to be a
prostitute?  You're kidding, right?  What are you thinking?" 
John and Ralph had gone out behind the house to talk once he got
home and John was so loud that he was afraid the neighbors would
hear.

"It would only be for a little while, until we get back on our
feet and then she can quit." he said at a whisper.

"Why don't you get your wife to do it?"

"Mary would never go for it and besides, I couldn't look at her
the same if I knew what she was doing."

"And it's okay for me?  Not on your life will I allow my wife to
screw around with other men just to keep a roof over your head."

"I don't know what else to do, John, I'm begging you to consider
this."

"NO!  NOT MY WIFE!" he said taking a deep breath.  The two stared
at each other, both hoping the other would cave and agree, but
neither did.

"Ralph, can you come in and bathe Helen?" Mary called out from the
back door.

"Okay, honey, I'll be right in," he called back looking at his
younger brother hopefully.

"You know, Ralph, there is another way," John said with a grin.

"What do you mean?"

"Helen.  She's a cripple and a burden on your family.  All she
does is lie around in bed and gets waited on night and day. 
Maybe it's time she does something for the family."  Ralph looked
at him with disbelief.  How could he even suggest such a thing?

"John, You're not saying what I think you're saying, are you?"

"Sure, why not?  Her arms and legs are paralyzed and the doctor
already said she has no sensations or sense of feeling from below
the neck.  She probably wouldn't feel anything done to her so you
don't have to worry `bout hurting her."

"John, she's only seven-years-old for God's sake!"

"Think `bout it, Ralphie, it's the perfect solution.  For the
past three years she's done nothing but take from you and now
she's got a chance to give back.  I think you should consider
it."

"Mary will never allow that and I have my doubts about it too."

"Do you want to lose your home or not?"

"Well, of course not!"

"Then I think it's solved.  I'll talk to Mary `bout this plan of
yours and convince her to go along with it.  And like you said,
it'll only be `til we get back on our feet."  Ralph watched as
John headed back towards the house.  As much as he wanted to run
and stop him he couldn't move. The slamming door snapped him out
of his trance and he moved to follow.

Carrying Helen was never a problem.  She contracted Polio when
she was four and hadn't really grown much since then and the fact
that there's so little food around anymore left her bone thin. He
lowered her into the tub of warm water and began washing her. 
His fingers easily wrapped around her small arms and her thighs are
hardly the size of his forearms.  She felt as if she was hollow.

Parting her legs he washed her hairless privates.  The small,
dark slit looked tight and inviting, so much smaller than Mary's.
He slowly cleaned them, while his mind wondered back to the
conversation with John.  He hardly noticed he was stroking her
back and forth until a voice from behind him startled him.

"Ralph!" the deep voice called out.  It was John.  "She's going
to think `bout it.  That's a start, wouldn't you say?" he said
standing next to him and patting his back.  He looked down to see
the red marks around her vagina where Ralph had been rubbing her
for several minutes.  Her legs were slightly parted and her
little pussy resembled a tightly closed clam.  He'd seen her
several times naked but this was the first time he thought of her
as a sexual being.  He felt his cock twitch at thought of what
may happen.

"Why don't you go talk to Mary, I'll finish bathing her, okay?"
he said bumping Ralph out of the way.  Slowly he left room
looking for his wife.

John gazed down at the small form floating in the tub of shallow
water.  She seemed so delicate, so innocent it was a shame to
have to treat her that way, but it was for everyone's good.  It
needed to be done.  Reaching between her legs he slowly pushed
his finger inside her tight slit until he encountered resistance. 
Good, she was a virgin.  Next he grasped one of her tiny,
cream-colored nipples and squeezed it as hard as he could before
twisting it back and forth.  She hardly moved.

"Did that hurt?" he asked her releasing the it and staring down at
her.   She still had a goofy grin on her face and shook her head.
"Good, I think everything will work out just fine," he added
smiling.  She smiled back.

"Now Helen, you know we're about to be kicked out of the house,
don't you?  Your daddy owes Mr. Atwell a lotta money and he wants
it tomorrow and if we don't have it, he will make everyone move
out and be homeless.  Is that what you want?  To be homeless?" 
She shook her head.

"You're a burden to this family; do you know what that means?" 
Again she shook her head.  It means that you're the reason we
going to be kicked out.  Your mommy can't work because she has to
take care of you and the doctor's bills are so expensive.  You're
whole life you take and take and take and give nothing back," he
said watching as a single tear ran down the side of her face. 
"It's because of you that there isn't enough money or enough food
to eat and now because of you, we're all going to be homeless. 
Is that what you want?"

He watched as she began crying in earnest, the tears rolling down
her face like rain as she thought about what he just
said.  "But you can help, Helen.  You can save this
family and give us everything we need to live and you won't have
to do anything different that what you're doing now.  Would you
like that?" He watched as her head began nodding quickly.  "Good
girl, Helen."

With that he took her back to her bed and tossed the covers over
her naked body.  He'll leave the dressing part to her mother.

"John isn't serious, is he?" she asked as Ralph pulled out a
chair next to her.

"Yes, I'm afraid so.  I wish there was another way out, but I
can't think of one.  We've borrowed from everyone we know and we
don't have any place to move to after tomorrow.   It may be too
late as we won't have the money to pay Atwell.  I wish I knew of
another way," he added thinking of what Mrs. Wilson said earlier.

"We can't do that to her, she's just a little girl."

"It may not be that bad."

"For God's sake, Ralph, don't say that!  It will be horrible!"  They 
looked at one another for several long minutes, neither wanting to say it,
but both thinking the exact same thing.  Without doing something
like that, their entire family will be out on the street.  They
went to bed but neither could sleep.

***

"You got my money," Atwell bellowed out barging into the house
without even knocking.  The intrusion so startled Mary that she
dropped the platter of juice she was carrying.  John and Ralph
got up and met him halfway across the room and the over grown
goon always at his side stepped forward in a defensive posture. 
Standing just outside they noticed two armed sheriff deputies
looking through the screened door.

"Mr. Atwell, I have a proposition for you," John said moving next
to him trying to get his arm around his fat shoulder.  The thug
reached for him but Atwell wanted to hear what he had to say.

"What is it?" he asked looking bored.

"Call off your dog and send the coppers away first."

The fat, round man pulled out a towel and wiped his brow.  It
wasn't even noon and already over 90 degrees.  He wasn't happy
about this, but he was willing to at least listen to what the man
had to say.  Seconds later the two sheriff deputies were driving
away and his body guard was near the door and out of the way. 
"Now what is this proposition?"

"Come, let me show you," he said putting his arm across the wide
back of the shorter man and guided him towards the back of the
house where Helen was.  Entering the room, he led him inside and
closed the door.  Ralph couldn't go through with it and John took
over after a very long discussion with Ralph, Mary and Helen.  
It was the only way to save the family and keep their home.

The obese slob stood near the bed staring down at the
naked young girl posed on the bed with her legs spread wide.  He
couldn't tear his eyes away from her and actually rubbed them to
be sure he wasn't dreaming.

"What's this all about?" he asked after several minutes.

"Do you like her?" he asked directing his stare to his smiling
niece.  He had coached her on what to do and what to say.

"She's very lovely, but tell me of this proposition," he said
wanting to get back to business.

"She's a virgin, you know," he leaned down to whisper into his
ear.  "I check on that myself last night."

"Forget what we owe you and you can be her first."

Atwell broke his stare from the girl and looked up at the taller
man beside him.  "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"Yes.  We'll be even and we'll start paying you next month like
normal."  His glare returned to the naked young girl resting on
the bed.  She was very nice but too young and definitely too
small.  There would be no way his bulky form could even get on
top of her and trying to fuck her would be impossible.  She'd
scream bloody murder after just his bulbous head penetrated her.

"I don't think it's possible.  She's too small," he voiced what
he felt.  "And I don't want to hurt the child."

"Don't worry `bout that, she can't feel anything.  She's
paralyzed from the neck down.  You can do anything you want and
she won't feel it.  ANYTHING," he added with a wink.

Atwell stared between the tiny girl's legs.  She seemed so small;
surely she wouldn't be able to fully take a man.

"It's not worth the money," he said turning back to John.  "I'll
take off $27 of what you owe me and make it $60," he said
grinning.  But you must pay me the $60 today."

"We don't have that kinda money, Mr. Atwell."

"Then I think this subject is closed," he said giving one last
look at the girl.

"How `bout $60 and one more week to pay it?  We'll have the money
by next week, I promise."

Taking his rag, he again wiped his bald forehead and brow. It's
so hot.  The girl is very pleasant and he'd never had the chance
to fuck one so young before.  Once before he fucked a 10-year-old
but she wasn't a virgin.  This one could be very special indeed.

"Alright, you've got a deal.  One week and not one minute longer,
understand?"  Both men smiled and shook hands.  The pair looked
towards the girl with the same thought on their mind; this was
going to be a great arrangement.

~ end of part 1

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