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Depressing Times Part 4 (Mg, M+g, 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.


~~~

It was the incessant squeaking that roused him from sleep. 
Slowly as he awakened he could hear men's voices.  Lots of voices
and laughter. He glanced at the clock.  7:05 in the morning. 
"What in the hell?" he mumbled causing Mary to stir.

As his mind cleared he remembered the events of the past few days
and quickly looked over to the makeshift bed on top of the
dresser they used for Helen.  She didn't require much space and
since she couldn't move, there was no concern for her falling off
the rectangular top.  She was not there.

A painful sounding bellow resonated through the opened window
causing Mary to sit up.  "What's going on?" she asked looking
towards the window.  The squeaking had stopped for a moment but
soon resumed with the same intensity as before.

"I'm not sure, honey, but I'm going to find out," he said pulling
back the sheet to get out of bed.  Gazing out the window he saw
there were six men in the small room, two were on the bed, one
wildly humping something he assumed was Helen while the other was
kneeling near the head of the bed and looking towards his
genitals.

Five of the men he recognized as the men who helped build the
room but the sixth man he'd never seen before.  Grabbing his
pants, he dressed and went in search for John.  He'd better have
a good explanation for this.

Carol was sleeping alone; he wasn't in the bathroom or the
kitchen so that meant he was out back with the men.  Stumbling
towards the back of the house he had to step over several of the
sleeping children before reaching the back door.  John was
standing with three men talking near the add on drinking coffee.

"'Morning, Ralph," he called out once he saw him.  He continued
his angry march towards the men ready to lay into him for waking
his sleep.

"John, what in God's name are you doing out here at this time of
the morning?"

"What's it look like?  I promised the men payment for all the
work they did yesterday and they're here to collect."  Ralph
looked at the men he was talking to and remembered seeing two of
them from yesterday and his mouth dropped when he saw the third
man was Mr. Wilson from next door.

"John, there were only seven men yesterday and I counted nine
this morning."

"Oh, yea, here," he said digging into his pocket and pulling out
a quarter.  "The other two paid.  Here's your share."

"My share?  What do you mean?"

"Well, Ralph, since I'm doing all the work and making all the
arrangements, I think I'm entitled to half the money."

"WHAT?!  John you can't be serious!  You're living in my house
for free, eating my food, my wife is cooking for you and your
family and when you first lost your job it was me who loaned you
all that money.  Doesn't that count for anything?  And besides,
there's no way I'd be able to pay Atwell if you're keeping half
of everything."

"You're right, Ralph, I'm sorry for being so inconsiderate," he
said reaching in to retrieve the other quarter.  "You keep all
the money for Atwell but once he's paid off, then I get half,
agreed?"  Ralph stared at him in disbelief.  After everything
he's done for his brother he has the nerve to try and pull this?
It's his daughter they're using, not his so why does he want
half?

"Think of it this way, Ralphie, if it weren't for me, last night
you would have slept out on the streets and not in your warm,
comfortable bed."  He hated being called that but John did have a
point.  Everything they had so far was because of him.  Even the
dinner Mary made last night.  She had taken a few dollars from
the money they made and bought vegetables and a few pieces of
meat and made a wonderful stew.  It has been a very long time
since they ate like that.  "Fifty-fifty, okay?" he added with his
hand extended.

Ralph stared at his palm for the longest time before slowly
bringing his to shake.  It felt as if he was selling his soul to
the devil and in a way, he was.  John smiled as they shook hands.
 "We're gunna be rich men one day, Ralph, I promise you that."

The loud moan coming from the other side of the sheet signaled
another man defiling his daughter with his juice.  The squeaking
slowed to a stop and then quickly resumed with a regular pace a
few seconds later.  There would be no rest for her again today.

"I told them they could have her for two hours today.  I'll send
the kids out at nine to start wrestling up more customers.  Why
don't you go back to bed for a while.  I'll be out here `til they
leave."  Ralph stood speechless at how casual he was about
arranging for men to abuse his disabled niece.   Sure she's just
a shell of a person, but she still has feelings and emotions just
like any other child her age.

The sheet pulled aside and one of the men emerged wiping his face
on his shirt sleeve.  "I guess I'm up next," Mr. Wilson said
walking the short distance and disappearing inside the little
room.

"Jesus that little pussy is tight," the new-comer replied still
breathing hard from his exertions.  The steady whining of the bed
was getting to him.  All day yesterday he sat and listened to the
nonstop squeak as man after man fucked Helen.

They didn't stop for her to even eat as too many men were
waiting.  Ralph spoon feed her rice for lunch and stew for dinner
while whoever was fucking her still slammed hard and steady
inside her.  Throughout the day he swore he cleaned out a gallon
of sperm from her inflamed hole.  Even in his dream last night he
swore he could still hear the sounds of the bed.

They tempo of the squeaks began to slow.  He didn't hear any
moans, but not every man is loud when he cums.  This one could be
a quite one.  The noise stopped and Ralph waited, holding his
breath until it began again.

Yesterday had been wildly successful with them making $10 by nine
PM.  The kids were actively searching for men right up until
dinner time and Mary insisted that they stay home after that. 
That's when John went out to the neighborhood bars to meet other
men to bring them home for Helen.  Ralph wanted to stop once they
reached their goal, but John insisted that they keep going as
they'd need extra money for household essentials.  Her last
customer left shortly after 3 AM and it took a while to clean her
up.

A loud shriek caused everyone to turn towards the room.  Someone
was barking like a circus seal and the bed was rattling against
the wall hard.  Abruptly the noise stopped and everyone smiled
except Ralph.  "Lenny always does that when he cums," one of the
men said with a slight chuckle.

Ralph wondered how much more of this Helen could take.  When he
cleaned her last night her entire private region was bruised and
engorged with fluids making the skin stretched like two small
water balloon about to pop.  It was raw with pieces of loose skin
hanging from something that may have been her labia.  He only
hoped she could make it a few more days, just until they have
enough money to pay Atwell.

"John, can someone come clean her up?" Mr. Wilson called out
sticking his head through the hanging sheet.  "She's pretty messy
right now and there are two more to go before me."

John looked at Ralph and smiled.  "You're up.  Go get your bucket
and give her a good cleaning.  We don't want to make the
customers mad now do we?"  He stood silently staring at the sheet
that hung loosely from where Mr. Wilson dropped it.  Slowly he
walked towards the house to get his cleaning bucket with his head
bowed.

He was right, she was a mess.  Ralph had to wait until the
current man fucking her came and moved aside.  Her once tight
little slit was now a large, gaping hole that struggled to close
once it was vacated.  Slime profusely poured from the enlarged
opening, pooling at her butt crack and meandering along both
cheeks to where they joined her legs.

"Hurry up, will ya," the man standing beside him said briskly
stroking his bloated cock.  "I'm next," he added grinning.  The
old mattress had become so stiff and crusty from all the dried
cum that no more would soak in under her and was expanding
downwards.  Using a towel, he wiped away what he could, returning
twice more before he could even see the inflamed tissue beneath
it.  She was very hot to the touch and it looked as if someone
beat her with a metal meat tenderizer.

He couldn't clean all the cum leaking out of her but that didn't
matter to Mr. Impatient, he wanted her now.  "That's good
enough," he said pushing Ralph out of the way and falling on top
of Helen knocking the breath out of her.  He fucked her like a
rabbit, quick, short strokes and he knew it wouldn't take him
long to cum.

Mr. Wilson brushed past him unzipping his pants and thrusting his
hard cock towards her face.  Obediently she opened her mouth and
he pushed it in.  Ralph shook his head wondering how many men his
wife has done that for as she whored herself out on the street. 
Turning he left.  The room was too small and crowded and he was
getting tired of watching strangers fucking her.

"Try and get some rest," John said as he came out.  "I know you
must be tired.  It's going to be a long day for you so you'd
better sleep while you can."  Ralph looked at his watch and
groaned.  It was only 7:30 and the men would be here another hour
and a half before others would start fucking her as well.

Mary was already awake and cooking breakfast.  "I need some more
eggs, Ralph, can you go pick some up for me?" she said as he
entered the kitchen.  That surprised him as eggs were one luxury
item they couldn't ever afford and now she's asking for them?  
"And some bacon.  Oh God how I miss bacon.  I can't remember when
the last time I had some and I woke up this morning really
wanting bacon.  I think we desire it, don't you, honey?"

She seems in an unusually good mood and Ralph couldn't figure it
out.  "Bacon's expensive," he mumbled under his breath going to
pour a cup of coffee.

"I know, silly, but I think we should treat ourselves to it. 
We've done without for so long and a little splurge won't kill
us."  He sat quietly looking at her back while she rolled out
dough for bread.  Was she humming?

"Maybe one day we could afford one of those fancy ice boxes I
heard about.  It keeps all you food cold so you don't have to go
to the store every day," she said out of the blue.  Ralph sipped
his coffee listening to her ramble.

"Yea, but it'll be a while.  I got to get a job first.  I hear
they're hiring down at the docks this summer.  Going to dredge
the river to allow bigger ships to come in and they're adding on
to the marina.  I'll go down later and talk to someone about a
job."

She turned around with a puzzled expression.  "Why would you do
that?  You already have a job taking care of Helen."  That
shocked him as he wasn't sure if she meant what he thought she
was saying.

"What do you mean, Mary?" he asked hesitantly.  She made a
frowning face, wiped her hands and joined him at the table.

"Ralph, we really need this.  Our family isn't doing very well
and no matter what we do, it's never enough.  I used to think it
was God's curse for making Helen a cripple like that.  She was
such a burden not just for me and you but every one of us.  Now I
think he gave her to us for this reason.  He knew we were
struggling and he wants us to do this.  I prayed about this last
night and I feel that's right."

Ralph couldn't believe what she was saying.  Just two days ago
she was ready to hang them both out by their balls and now she's
all for it?

"We need so much, honey and we've sacrificed so much and for
what?  We have nothing to show for all our work.  The hardest
thing I ever had to do was sell our wedding rings and my
grandmother's broach.  Now we can buy those back and have food to
eat and no one has had any new clothes in years and all the
children are out growing all of theirs and the sofa has two
bricks under it for legs so we need a new one and...."

Ralph sat there amazed at her total turn around.  Maybe getting
Helen out of the house was a good idea as she seems to have
forgotten all about her.  It would be nice not to have to worry
about money and eventually they could afford everything they
wanted.  Hell, Ralph loved the new car Atwell was driving and
maybe someday he could be driving one just like that.  Boy would
he be the envy of the neighborhood driving around in something
like that!

"You know what you're saying don't you?" he had to ask.  If she
was for this then there would be no reason to stop once they paid
Atwell off.  Helen could continue being their little money maker
for as long as she lasted.  Even after giving John half of what
she earns, they'll still make a lot of money.

After that, who knows?  They still have Judy and Carol.  It may
take a little more work to convince her about them but the way
she turned about Helen, she just might agree to it once the money
stops again.  And then there's little Nell.  Since John's so
adamant about using Helen, he should be willing to at least
consider using his own daughter.

They sat silent for several long minutes.  "You're sure about
this?" he asked her.  She smiled at him and held his hand.

"While you're out we're going to need some more coffee too," she
said returning to her dough.  Ralph shook his head with a smile
before standing up.  He'd have to pick up a little something for
Helen too while he's out.

~ the end?

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