_________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ 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? IF YOU ENJOYED THIS STORY PLEASE LET ME KNOW, I'D LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU! Feedback Form: http://www1.asstr.org/cgi-bin/ah_feedback.cgi?id=DFJEIHKUUZPSNCHH AXJZ ALL MY STORIES CAN BE FOUND AT: /files/Authors/wetfly6969/STORIES/